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aweidlich · 8 months

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everyone should read this

trust me

summary: Reader learns a new spell and decides to test it on Wednesday. Specifically: Wednesday's strap-on.

pairing: wednesday x witch!reader

warnings: (+18), smut, magic!strap, strap-sucking, strap riding.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: for those who requested more Wednesday. let me know your thoughts and what you want to see next!

“Baby,” You murmur, against Wednesday’s lips, “Stop for a sec. I want to try something.”

Wednesday pulls back slightly. Her face is framed by her pretty, dark bangs. Usually, they’re perfect. Not a hair out of place. But right now? They’re wild. Strands a mess, jutted slightly to the side and sticking to her forehead. Sweat keeping them in place.

You’re on your back, Wednesday nestled between your legs. Silicone appendage around her waist, she’s pressed deep inside you.

The thought hadn’t occurred to you until just now.

But now it’s all you can think about.

Wednesday raises herself with her elbows and stops her slow assault of your neck, an eyebrow quirked.

“Try what?” She asks, only a hint of hesitance in her voice.

You did this often.

Bedroom ideas sprung only upon Wednesday in the heat of the moment. You didn’t do it intentionally, but she never seemed to mind that much.

Last week it had been whipped cream. The week before it’d been a pair of fluffy, pink handcuffs.

Your girlfriend is a little kinky, though that shouldn’t surprise you by now.

“I learned something today in class,” You say, a little excited, “Something that I think will make you feel really good.”

“You learned something about coitus in class?” Wednesday says, sounding concerned.

You shake your head.

“Please don’t call our lovemaking ‘coitus’,” You say, wrinkling your nose. Wednesday’s nose also wrinkles, but perhaps from the opposite word, “But you’re going to like this, babe. I promise.”

You bite your lip. She’s looking at you, a little reluctant.

You lean up and press a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Do you trust me?”

Wednesday appraises you. Infamously, she doesn’t trust easily. It had been an ordeal to even kiss her for the first time, let alone do this with you.

But as time had gone on and you’d slowly chipped away at the black coal around her heart, she’d learned to trust you more than anyone else.

Her eyes soften.

“Of course,” She says.

You shoot her a wry smile, and then squeeze her hips.

“Lay back.”

Wednesday frowns, but obliges. She pulls out of you, carefully, looking a little aggrieved at the very fact she has to. And then she settles herself on her back, watching as you grip the dildo with your hand.

You close your eyes. Think hard to summon the words. They’re latin, as most of the spells at Nevermore are. You mumble them quietly, trying to be careful with your pronunciation.

The last thing you want to do is say the wrong word and turn Wednesday into a table lamp, or something much worse.

You open your eyes, just in time to release your grip on the dildo.

It illuminates with light, then, it fades, turning back to its original shade - a deep, royal purple. The only color other than black Wednesday had agreed to buying.

Wednesday blinks, looking startled.

“What was that?” She asks.

You bite your lip.

“A little spell I learned in class. To make inanimate objects feel.”

Wednesday’s no fool. She looks up at you owlishly, tilting her head slightly. Her lips purse, but the concern in her eyes melts into a longing arousal.

She clocks it as you lick your lips, looking down hungrily to appreciate your new toy. She swallows, body tensed as you reach out and touch her, like she’s ready for what’s about to come.

Still, the moment your fingers brush the head of the shaft, she gasps.

“I don’t think Principal Weems’ intention was for you to use her lessons in this fashion.” Wednesday says, trying - and failing to sound logical. Her eyes are dark, her red lips firmly clenched between her teeth.

You grip a little harder and watch as her eyes jerk closed.

“Does that feel good?” You ask. You stroke down, gently, arousal flooding through you at the look on her face. Her eyebrows are drawn, her mouth open. You know she can feel everything. Every touch of your fingertips. Every slight stroke.

As if the dildo is now a part of her.

“Yes.” She pants. She sits up on her elbows, all faux concern gone, now firmly off her high horse, “Don’t stop.”

You lean down and press a kiss to her hip.

“You know what’ll feel even better?” You ask, voice coy, but you don’t give her time to respond.

And then you dip down and take the head of the dildo into your mouth.

She draws a sharp breath, head tilting back onto the pillow.

You taste your own arousal, tinged with a little of that sharp silicone taste.

Usually, this isn’t something the two of you did. Blowing silicone seemed pointless, most of the time. But now? With Wednesday writhing and moaning under your mouth, maybe it’s something you’ll do more often.

You suck gently, rubbing your hands along the inside of her thighs.

She groans, as a fresh trickle of wetness elicits from between her thighs, coating your fingers. You suck down a little harder, wanting more. You miss her taste, and quickly release the dildo with a gentle pop, leaning down to clean up the mess of her thighs, mouth watering at her salty wetness.

She makes a noise of disapproval.

“Be patient,” You chide, nipping her inner thigh with your teeth, “Enid won’t be back for hours, I’m going to play with you all afternoon.”

Wednesday moans as you press a kiss to the base of the dildo, where it meets the straps, and then trail your tongue up to take her once more into your mouth.

You suck a little more forcefully, now, wanting to hear the sweet harmony of moans and sighs and gasps only going down on her elicited.

She doesn’t disappoint. Her hips press up, trying to feel as much of the wet heat your mouth provides as possible. Her hands use your hair like reins, like she’s a jockey trying to ride you as fast as she can.

The noises she makes are glorious. Breathy moans, short, quiet gasps.

And then a low groan when you pull your mouth away, sliding up her body to meet her lips.

“Darling,” She says, sounding much more composed than she looks. Eyes wild, hair messy. Her lips, stained deep red with your lipstick, “Please don’t stop.”

You smile and kiss her.

Affectionate names aren’t her forte. In fact, the only time you get a ‘sweetheart’ or ‘darling’ or ‘baby’ is when she’s like this. Naked, wet, begging for more.

“This is going to feel much better,” You say as you climb atop her body, positioning the head of her cock at your entrance, “I promise.”

Her hands find your hips.

You’re wet, comically so, and so the dildo slides in with ease. Your belly coils. The stretch of her filling you up feels insanely good.

But the way Wednesday gasps out feels better.

Her eyebrows knit, her grip on your hips tightens. She pants as you take her to the hilt, as deep as you can take her. She lets out a shaky breath as you lean down and press your lips to her jaw.

“You’re not going to cum in thirty seconds are you?” You tease.

She looks up, eyes locked in furious concentration, “Be quiet,” She orders, but there’s no edge to her voice. It’s strangled, although if she doesn’t use every braincell in her body to focus, she’ll do exactly that.

You ignore her, and rise up, slamming back down against her hips. The movement sends shockwaves through your body.

Wednesday curses, a fresh bead of sweat forming at her forehead. She sinks back into the mattress, gasping slightly as you gyrate your hips against hers.

“It’s a dildo, baby, not a real cock,” You tease, slamming down into her once more, “You can cum if you want, it won’t get soft. I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.”

Wednesday closes her eyes, her grip on your hips lessening. You lean down and press your lips to her neck, licking and biting and enjoying the salt of her skin as you fuck yourself down onto her.

You’re going too fast now, you realize all at once. In your effort to make Wednesday cum in under a minute you’d forgotten exactly how good this feels for you. This time, it’s you who moans out as the tip of the dildo brushes your g-spot.

Wednesday doesn’t miss it.

Her eyes open slightly, sparking with opportunity. You slow your pace, only slightly, trying to be subtle but her hands grab at your waist, a little rough.

The arousal in her eyes is suddenly tinged with mischief as she takes control.

Her hips drive up at a furious pace. You cry out, almost losing your balance, but Wednesday's grip on you steadies you. The bed squeaks, debauched sounds of her bare skin hitting yours rings out.

She grins as you lose your composure.

“Seems like you’ll be the one cumming in thirty seconds.” She murmurs.

You moan, dropping down to bury your head in her neck. Her hands reach down to grip your thighs, prying you open to her.

You gasp as she pounds into you, and through your blurry, lust filled haze, you can’t help but have the last word.

“Two minutes,” You moan into her ear, “But nice try. For a beginner.”

That does it.

If Wednesday’s assault was hard before, it’s positively ruthless now. She doesn’t give you a moment to breathe. Hard, calculated thrusts as she fucks you, using your hips to bounce you up and down her cock, each thrust making you cry out in pleasure.

She reaches down between your bodies to rub your clit and slams her hips up into you furiously.

You cum with a final, relentless thrust, and a long, loud moan into her ear.

Your entire body flashes white, orgasm ripping through you. The tips of your ears redden, your nipples painfully hard, your clit throbbing. And as you squeeze around her, you feel Wednesday’s body tighten and then a quiet, low gasp as she cums hard against you.

Her entire body shakes, her movements against you still.

You’re breathing a little heavily as your body thrums with the quiet satisfaction of your orgasm. Wednesday’s eyes are locked shut, her grip on your hips unrelenting.

You wait a moment, enjoying the sharp beat of her pulse and the way she nestles herself into you, arms moving to lock around your waist. You press a gentle kiss to her chest and grin up at her.

“Told you that would feel good.” You say, nuzzling your head into her neck.

“It was an enjoyable sensation.” Wednesday admits, and you beam.

“Does that mean you want to do it again?” You ask, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. You’re not sure it works.

Wednesday peers down at you, introspection on her face.

Then, you let out a quiet squeal as she takes you by your hips and flips you onto your back.

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Oblivious (Cassie Howard)

pairing(s): Cassie Howard x fem!reader

summary: reader is a musician who happens to turn Cassie on while doing the most mundanes of things.

warning(s): adult content, smut, fingering, oral sex, semi-public sex (?)

a/n: sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy this, it is my first writing :)

You are oblivious to how much your actions affect your girlfriend. Cassie is not sure whether this obliviousness annoys her or just turns her on even more.

The way Y/N would have to be touching her every second of the day or how you’d flex your arms and legs when stretching before running in those small shorts in PE class.

What made Cassie go truly crazy was watching her talented girlfriend playing instruments. It could be the piano or guitar or flute, any of the above would have the same effect: an ache between her legs and heavy breathing.

And that is exactly what is happening right now. You are both spending lunch period in the music room at school. You are seated in front of the piano trying to rehearse one of your pieces for the audition you will have a couple of months from now. You had been struggling with this particular one for a while now, but you wouldn’t give up, this was necessary to get into the Music Program for Music Therapy. This is what you wanted to do for the rest of your life, help people through music.

Cassie loved watching her girlfriend be so passionate at something, she knew how much this meant to you -- growing up with an autistic sister, you got to see how music helped your sister interact with the world around her, and you wanted to help other families see the same thing. This was the only reason why Cassie was trying to hold herself back from kissing you senseless, but when she catches the perfect image of you biting your lips in frustration, it is too much.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and a smile appears on your face.

“Cassie, I’m sorry I haven’t paid attention to you, but I really need to get this.” You tell your girlfriend, oblivious to her true intentions.

Cassy huffs, “C'mon babe, you have been practicing too much. How about I help you relieve some of the stress you’ve been feeling?”

The seductive tone in her voice was so heavy that even you could catch it, turning your head to watch your girlfriend.

“Uh- I- maybe?” You stuttered, “I don’t know Cass, you remember the last time something happened in this room?”

Cassie hums and sits on your lap.

“Yes, but I also think my girlfriend deserves a reward for all of the hard work she’s been doing these last weeks.” Cassie bites your lobe and continues, “Don’t you agree baby?”

At this point Cassie could say anything to you and you would say yes.

Cassie laughs as you nod. She brings her head back so she could look into your eyes and smiles.

“I love you.”

Hearing this, you smile back and lean in, pecking Cassie’s lips, “I love you,” you say, “and I love you more than you love me.”

Cassies throws her head back laughing, the image being classified as ethereal in your brain.

When your eyes meet again, the room gains back its sensual atmosphere.

Before you both can notice what happened your chests are nude to each other and your mouth is around Cassie’s nipple, her hands holding your head as close to her as humanly possible.

“I need more.” She gets out between quiet moans.

Your lips continue their attack on her breasts as your hand hikes up her thighs until your touch the place Cassie needs you most.

You will never get used to your girlfriend’s moans. You had heard the best symphonies and orchestras, yet none of them could compare to the sounds Cassie made when you touched her.

Your thumb circles her clit, getting it all wet.

“You are so funcking wet that I will have to clean you good before you leave this room.”

Cassie bites your shoulder trying to keep her moans in, making you groan around her nipple which only makes her more stimulated.

You get up with her legs around your hip and make her sit on the piano bench as your mouth goes down to her stomach and then skipping to her thigh.

Cassie is a whimpering mess, missing your touch already.

You laugh, “My love can’t even wait a little bit?”

Cassie goes to tell you to fuck off but is caught off guard when your mouth sucks on her clit. She arches her back releasing a moan and trying to hold herself on the piano hitting the keys and making a sound that would usually annoy you, but at this exact moment was not enough to take your attention off of your girlfriend’s pleasure and taste.

“Ah- Don’t stop. I- I’m so so close.” Cassie says in between moans.

You use your finger to help you stimulate her. Her legs close around your head, making you moan and that sets her right off the edge, her orgasm hitting her hard. You help her ride it out, cleaning her up and helping her put her panties and skirt back while she is still recovering.

As Cassie’s breath goes back to normal you laugh and tease her, “I thought you were the one that was going to get a ‘release.’”

Cassie rolls her eyes and goes to kiss you and your heart beats faster, but the bell rings just in time.

There is a glint of mischievousness as she says, “I guess you will have to wait for tonight.”

She gets up and starts walking, only stopping at the door to look back and wink at you.

You are left dumbfounded and horny in the room by yourself. You only regain consciousness when the Music teacher comes in the room asking what you were still doing there. You apologize and run to your chemistry class, which you had with your girlfriend.

Needless to say you didn;t hear a word the teacher said that entire period, only thinking about what would happen after school.

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