#rowan laslow x reader smut

[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rowan seemed a little withdrawn at first, despite your best efforts.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?"

#rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow smut #rowan laslow x reader smut #wednesday #idk not confident abt this one #part 2 will be better i promise

[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.

#rowan laslow x reader smut #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow smut #rowan laslow #wednesday netflix #smut #wednesday

[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.

#rowan laslow #smut #fluff #oneshot #female reader #rowan laslow x you #rowan laslow smut #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow x reader smut #rowan laslow fluff #rowan laslow imagine #rowan laslow fanfic #netflix wednesday #wednesday #wednesday rowan laslow #rowan laslow wednesday #enid sinclair #yoko #wednesday addams #wednesday series #rowan laslow angst #wednesday fanfic

[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 ^_^

#༺ ♱ sylvia’s work! #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus smut #ajax smut #ajax x reader #ajax x you #xavier smut #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thrope x you #xavier thrope x reader #rowan x you #rowan smut #rowan laslow smut #rowan x reader #rowan laslow #wednesday smut #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday x you #enid sinclair #enid x reader #enid sinclair smut #bianca barclay #bianca barclay x y/n #bianca barclay x reader #bianca barclay smut

[eufezco]

A TASTE OF YOU – Tyler Galpin x Vampire!reader

SUMMARY – You accidentally bite Tyler.

Wednesday ordered both of you to stay in your dorm until she and Enid were back, and you and Tyler were following her orders extremely well because none of you felt the need to be around anyone else or be in any other place when you were together.

The first time you met Tyler you would have sworn you had never seen anyone as beautiful as him. His caramel hair and his green eyes shone under the dim lights of the coffee shop where he worked, and when he saw you entering the shop along with Wednesday and Enid, with your red eyes shining so brightly and hypnotizing him, he would have sworn that you were an angel. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Tyler at first seemed like something you couldn't afford, you couldn't even be in the same room as him without all the muscles in your body tensing and that lump of fear of not being able to control yourself forming in your throat. Tyler smelled so good. You've never wanted anything more than a taste of Tyler. You wished you didn't think of him in that way, and you felt so bad at first for having those thoughts but it was your nature, you couldn't help it. His smell was so intense and strong to you that when he was around, you couldn't even perceive the smell of coffee nor the smell of the people in the cafeteria either, only his.

Then you started spending more time together and you got used to his intoxicating scent, to his long and tempting neck, to the thick veins running down his hands, and he got used to your cold skin every time he would put his on top of yours, to the way you liked your coffee, and to make sure that your favorite table was free every time you visited him, the farthest away from people and windows.

In an act of courage, you invited him to the dance. He looked amazing in his white suit and he couldn't stop complimenting you and how beautiful you looked in your white dress. His face was so close to yours while you danced that you could even feel your breaths mixing until the moment was ruined and you both ended up soaked in fake blood.

Enid and Wednesday kept their curious eyes on both of you all night, and you internally blamed both of them for being so gossipy about Tyler not kissing you that night, but you kept saying to them that everything was fine between you and him and that it wouldn't have happened anyways because you and he were just friends.

Now he was sitting on your bed, with his back against the wall and one of your scrapbooks on his legs, waiting for you to finish your essay while he checked all of your memories glued to a notebook. This moment brought so much peace to both of you and it made you feel good that you could be in the same room in silence and it didn't feel awkward at all, but you couldn't help but think about the way he was leaving his scent in your bedsheets. Not only there but all of your dorm smelled like him.

—And... I'm done —. You announced to him.

Tyler raised his eyes from your album to look at you while you closed your books and laptop. In fact, he had been looking at you for a really long time, but every time you turned around to see what he was doing or if he was bored, he acted as if he wasn't paying attention to you.

He watched you all the time, even when you thought he wasn't: the first time he saw you no one else seemed to exist in his eyes. He was looking at you through the store window in Jericho looking for the perfect dress with Enid. Then Wednesday appeared by his side all of sudden, and she almost gave him a heart attack. She told him how creepy he was being by stalking you and not going inside and talk you. He was looking at you dancing with your friends and having fun at the dance while he went to refill his cup, and he was looking at you at that time as well, focusing on your homework and biting your lower lip.

You sat in front of Tyler to see what part of your scrapbook he was looking at. —Oh that's when me and my family travelled to Transylvania.

Tyler kept turning the pages and listening closely to everything that you told him about your travels, your family, your friends. He also asked you a lot of question only so you could keep talking. Until he got to the page where you glued a sugar sachet from the Weathervane cafe and a piece of a napkin with the name of the cafe. You wrote the date and a "T" in the corner of the page. The letter was small, barely visible, but Tyler was quick to notice and couldn't help but smile while looking at the page.

—It is from the first day I went to Jericho —. You tried to explain. It was obvious that he noticed that that page was his.

Tyler nodded. The smirk remained on his lips as you tried to justify yourself. —That's all that happened that day?

—That's all I remember —. You teased him.

—Oh, that's all you remember? —Tyler asked, closing your scrapbook while subtly leaning towards you. You nodded, swallowing nervously for having him so close.

Your breaths mixed, just like the day of the dance, but this time Tyler was not going to back off. Duringt those seconds of silence Tyler's eyes took their time to stare at your lips, and then his eyes tried to meet yours but your eyes were focused on his lips. So pink and cute. Tyler's scent took over your entire body, and that was the hardest exercise of self-control you had ever had to make. Your gums hurt from holding your fangs, you were trying so hard to not let them out and ruin the moment.

He called your name. You hummed, letting him know that he got your attention. —Can I kiss you?

You nodded to his question, closing your eyes, and inhaling Tyler's scent. He licked his lips before he leaned towards you and connected his lips with yours. He did it carefuly. Tyler's lips were soft and warm, and they moved smoothly with yours. You let out a sigh against his lips, and what you tried to prevent, inevitably happened. Your fangs came out when you were sucking on his lower lip and your sharp teeth sunk into his skin. Immediately after, he hissed and broke the kiss, bringing his fingers to his lip, and discovering the blood coming out of them.

—Tyler, I'm so sorry —. You were beyond embarrassed. Not only did you hurt him but now the smell of his blood was making your irises turn into an intense red. Your eyes were locked on the blood running down his fingertips, and the beautiful red color of it, feeling your fangs grow bigger and your throat go dry. You looked away as soon as you realized how creepy that was probably being. —I'll go and get you some paper.

—No. It's– It's okay. Look, I'm fine. Nothing happened —. He quickly licked the blood off his lips, not giving it much importance so you wouldn't give it either and as if he had not realized the reaction that what just happened had had on you, he kissed you again.

Your eyes opened wide while Tyler kissed you. His mouth tasted like blood. But not any blood. His blood. And it was as sweet as you imagined it to be. The little wounds on his lower lip were still bleeding a little bit, the blood coming out of them going directly into your mouth and making you tense your back. Tyler thought that you were just nervous so he moved one of his hands to cup one of your cheeks in an attempt to reassure you. You shouldn't be enjoying this, but you would be lying if you said you had never imagined what this moment would feel like. The warmth of his touch made you come back to reality and realize that you weren't kissing him back. You closed your eyes and your hand went to the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

Your lips focused on his lower one which Tyler appeared to enjoy because of the way, he hummed in your mouth. Your hand was deep inside the curls at the back of his head, pulling him closer if possible, and both of his hands were on your cheeks.

—Ew —. Wednesday said. —I'd rather have needles under my fingernails for the rest of my painful existence than have to watch this again.

—Oh, come on... —Enid nudged Wednesday. —You guys are so cute!

By the time your friends interrupted you two, you made sure that no sign of blood was left on his lips or yours. Your two friends entered your shared dorm and approached you and Tyler to explain what they had found out. You got up from your bed and let them know that you needed to use the bathroom.

Even though your cheeks were cold, you had that human sensation of them burning after your kiss with Tyler. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed the bloodstain on your cheek. When Tyler cupped your cheeks, he still had blood on his fingers after wiping it from his lips and now it was all over your cheek. You knew it was bad, you knew that you shouldn't do it, but you couldn't waste such a delicacy. You licked the tip of your thumb and ran it over your cheek, collecting his blood and then you sucked on your finger.

You loved everything about Tyler.

#wednesday #wednesday imagine #wednesday fluff #wednesday smut #wednesday angst #tyler galpin #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin fluff #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin angst #tyler galpin x fem!reader #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x you #xavier thorpe #xavier thrope imagine #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #bianca barclay #rowan laslow #nevermore

[textualdesires]

Rebound

Xavier Thorpe x gn!telekinetic!Reader, mentions of Rowan Laslow x Reader (pre-death)

Xavier does not want to be your rebound. Except being your rebound is not half as bad with what comes with it.

I love this work, I gotta say. Reader is popular and with the nightshades. This is so adorable and my heart aches for both of these soft boys. Also completely gn! smut so it can be read as male, female or any other identity!

Categories: angst, fluff, mutual pining, smut with a plot?

Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of blood and murder, oral (m receiving), penetration, nudity, marking, size kink, use of powers in the bedroom, spit ig?, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

Enjoy!

————————————————————————————————————

Your heart ached as you once again laid on his bed, tears streaming down your face. It’s been a few weeks since Rowan left. Or supposedly left. You knew he wouldn’t just leave. Wouldn’t just leave you behind.

You and Rowan had always been an odd couple. You were a popular telekinetic, had mastered your craft early. And he was the asthmatic kid, the outcast of outcasts.

You had first met him at the nightshades. Yoko, one of the first people you clicked with, had dragged you along soon after you joined Nevermore. He didn’t seem to fit in even there.

There was a deeper connection the two of you shared. Like even your powers were connected. Like you were meant to be together. He was rooted deep in your head. In your soul. In your head.

It had become a habit of yours to go to his dorm when you missed him. You would lie in his sheets, hold them close for as long as they still smelled like him. You didn’t come as often nowadays, but when it all became too much, you still did. It’s been so long the scent almost faded.

Xavier usually wouldn’t mind. You two had been friends for a long time. Hell, you and Rowan had been there for him when things ended with Bianca. It’s why he was there for you now.

He would always allow you to be there when you needed to. Would sit next to you and hold your hand to soothe you. Would climb into the bed with you if you hurt too much. He was there for emotional support. But this time it was him who needed it.

“Fuck!”

The door to the room swung closed hard, startling you. Xavier let his body fall against the door frame, sliding down to lean against it. You hadn’t seen him so upset in a long time. Not since Bianca.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked through teary eyes.

“Oh- I- didn’t know you were here. It’s nothing really.”

“Hey, just because I’m hurting doesn’t mean I won’t listen to you.”

Softly you climbed over to him, dragging along the small blanket you had once bought Rowan. It always reminded you of the good times, of how much he loved you. It soothed you.

You wrapped it around Xaviers shoulders, sitting in front of him now. His eyes were watering with rage. You didn’t press him on telling you. He wouldn’t pressure you either. If he wanted to tell you, he would. You just put a hand on his leg, carefully looking at him.

“It’s Wednesday. She- had asked me to the Raven.”

“I remember. You were quite happy she did.”

“Yes and that’s why- ugh, I hate her.”

You knew that wasn’t true. You knew Xavier found the new girl intriguing. You couldn’t say the same for yourself. You couldn’t even look at her without being jealous. Being hurt.

You were jealous because she was the one who heard Rowan’s last words. And she was partly the reason he was gone. You believed her when she told you about what happened. You knew Rowan had slowly lost control of his powers and drifted off. You wish you could have stopped it. Could have saved him.

“She only asked me to cover for snooping around the shed. She never wanted to take me in the first place. And now I’m not sure I even want to go to that stupid ball.”

Xavier didn’t deserve this. To be treated like a last resort, or someone to play with. You grabbed his face now, forcing him to look at you.

“Xavier Thorpe. I’ve known you for so long. I know that there will be more people asking you to the dance. And I know that you’re an amazing person and anyone would be lucky to be your date to the ball. And if Wednesday can’t see that, she’s blind.”

Xavier put his hand over yours, grabbing it as a sign of gratitude. Cause he was thankful to have you. You two had become so close lately, he couldn’t even imagine what it would be like without your soothing voice, always saying the right things. A soft smile spread on his lips.

“I can really see what Rowan saw in you. Hell, I would be just as clingy as he was.”

“Oh shut up!”

————————————————————————

It had been two weeks and the Raven was slowly approaching. It was this weekend and slowly even you were stressed. You didn’t want to go at first, but frankly, you were sick and tired of grief.

Rowan wouldn’t have wanted you to spend any night crying in his old room. He wouldn’t have wanted you to hide from the crowds on a day as important as the Raven. He probably would have even told you, how you were too beautiful and lovely not to go.

You wanted to go with your friends at first. Unfortunately they had all found dates already. They hadn’t thought you wanted to go and made other plans. You weren’t mad, it was understandable. But you really didn’t feel like playing third wheel to any of them.

You could have of course just asked out some of the other people at school. At your best, you were popular, kind and social. It was unlikely you’d get turned down. But you didn’t feel like asking a stranger.

No, frankly, this was hard enough as it was. For you to finally go out there again after pulling back from all extracurricular activities, from any social contact let alone romance? It wasn’t easy.

There was only one plausible option left.

You had spotted him once again working on one of his famous murals. You loved them really. They were beautiful, always intricate and thought through. You admired how he could just whip up something like this.

He was currently busy walking away from you. You had flat out lead with a question, asking him if he had a date to the raven yet. When he realized what you entailed he immediately walked away from you.

“Xavier, please, would you just listen?”

“No! I am not some sort of rebound that you can ask because everyone else is already gone, I am not-“

“Listen to me, goddammit!”

He stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to look at you. Hell, half the courtyard was probably looking at you now. You were quite loud. You didn’t even mean to yell.

“I’m not even gonna pretend you are my first choice.”

“Wow, a real confidence boost, [Y/N].”

You grabbed his wrist before he could even leave this time. You wouldn’t give up that easily, not without explaining. You had thought about this a lot.

“You know Rowan was and always will be my first choice. But he’s not here. And he won’t come back, no matter what you believe happened. I am trying to not let that affect me anymore.”

Xavier looked at you with sorry eyes. He knew how upset you still were, you had come over to cry even more in the last days. He would sometimes just find you passed out on Rowan’s bed and put a blanket over you. He felt pity for you.

“If Rowan was here right now, he would think we’re both insane for not going. Hell, his roommate and partner, skipping the school’s biggest event? He would call us idiots.”

A small laugh escaped Xaviers lungs at the mental image of Rowan yelling at the two of you. Yeah, he would have his opinions. About how being popular was a privilege that you shouldn’t risk, how you should not care about him and go anyways.

“There is no one here I would rather go to the Raven with. I’m not asking you as a rebound or a second choice. I’m asking you because I trust you. Because you’re amazing. You have been the closest person to me since Rowan… whatever happened to him, you were there to catch me before falling through the cracks.”

He looked at you now, a smile on his face. You had never told him just how much you appreciated him. It made his hurt heart warm, a fuzzy feeling in his stomach as he saw a tiny bit of a smile on your face. He had missed that on you. You used to be so very bright and for the first time in forever, there seemed to be a spark in your eyes.

“It’s a shame that Wednesday missed out on this. On you. But if she really for one second thinks you’re a bad person, she’s insane. I know you and what you’ve been doing is the kindest thing I’ve ever witnessed. So I’m asking you as a friend. Will you go to The Raven with me?”

The silence in his face drove you crazy. You hated waiting for answers. Hated seeing his emotionless face. The facade didn’t last long as he grinned. He had made his decision a long time ago. And frankly, there was no other option for him, either.

“Of course I’ll go with you.”

“Thank you! Xavier, you’re the best!”

With a screech you fell around his neck and he caught you from stumbling by snaking his arms around your waist. The full blown smile on your lips was enough to make his cheeks go warm. He softly rested his head on yours.

Had he always felt this fuzzy when around you?

———————————————————————

You looked absolutely stunning in all white. Bianca, Yoko and Kent had taken you shopping some while back and frankly, hanging out with friends was just what you needed. You were almost excited for today, even when a small part of you couldn’t help but miss Rowan.

You had worn the necklace he bought you for an anniversary once. The silver went perfectly with your white outfit. You wondered what he would have worn. A suit, of course. You would have helped him pick out accessories, would have helped him with his hair.

A soft tear slipped your eyes but you pushed it away almost immediately when you saw your friends coming to you. They had pregamed in the nightshade library, but you didn’t feel like coming. It was too painful still to go in there without him. He loved the library, loved the quietness of the place.

“Damn, [Y/N]? Is that really you?” Ajax joked and you grinned at the compliment.

“Yoko and I made our best efforts to get rid of the sadness for at least one night.” Bianca called with a grin.

It was true. Lately you’d been walking around unkempt. Your uniform way too big as you usually wore his blazer, a thing you would get in trouble for frequently. You always had the biggest dark circles, your cheeks were puffy from all the crying.

Today, none of that was present.

Xavier was in the back, a white suit hanging loosely along his wide frame. He was so much taller than Rowan, you sometimes forgot. But when you hugged him hello, it became obvious to you again. He smelled good, had put on some cologne.

“You do look amazing. It’s good to see you like this.”

He barely whispered it into your ear but it was enough to bring shivers down your spine. All the compliments, all the smiles from your friends and the way Xavier couldn’t stop looking at you. It made you feel incredible for the first time in a while.

You enjoyed yourself, dancing and drinking some of the unspiked drinks. You and your friends always kept in close proximity on the dancefloor as Xavier spun you around, making sure you only focused on him for now. God, you felt good.

Until Wednesday Addams made her entry.

You figured she wasn’t gonna wear all white. Dresscodes didn‘t matter to her. Much less did it matter to her who she took to the dance apparently. Your eyes narrowed in anger as you spotted Tyler.

You barely knew him, had met him at the coffee shop a few times. But you knew the way him and his friends would ridicule Rowan. Or Xavier. They tried with you, but stopped when you saw you weren’t affected by it.

It wasn’t fair, how they picked on the outcasts. For being different, for being someone else. To them, Rowan was an easy target. But you always defended him. And Tyler had fun being horrible to them.

You looked up at Xavier, who had just become awfully tense. His gaze was fixed on Wednesday, on the way her hips swung as she danced with Tyler. God, he was so hurt. You wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing his focus back to you. You would make sure he wouldn’t be bothered. Take care of his pain like he took care of yours.

“She’s not worth your attention, Xay. Don’t let that entitled brat ruin your evening. Or the stupid police chief’s son. They don’t even compare to you. They’re not worthy of your presence. Or your anger.”

Xavier looked at you in awe again. How did you always know what to say? With just one look you calmed him down. With just one look you could make him forget all about his sorrows.

Fuck. What was this feeling? And why did it have him so guilty, so torn? You were Rowan‘s partner, he never even thought of you like this until-

Until you started laying in his room. Until he noticed the way you breathed when you were asleep. Until he noticed how soft your skin was. Or how warm you felt when he pulled you plush against his body.

His hands brought you in closer. Pulled you in so you were pressed against his body tightly. You could feel your cheeks redden as you hid your head in his shoulder. A smile spread on your lips with how close you were. Had he always looked this good? Had he always been so enticing? So very handsome? You were so infatuated with Rowan, you didn’t even notice.

“I’m glad you asked me to the Raven.”

“I’m glad you said yes.”

“I would have never turned you down.”

Your voices were barely whispers as the song became slower and the two of you even closer if that was possible. His face was right above yours. You just had to tiptoe and your lips would meet his. You could see the way his eyes darted to your lips.

One move and you could ruin it all.

You inched in, stopping right before your lips could meet his. If you jumped this hurdle now, there was no return. You had ruined your friendship with Xavier. Had moved on from Rowan.

A drop on your forehead took you back into reality. You separated from Xavier as he too looked to find the source. Suddenly one drop became multiple. You could see the red stain the white cloth covering your body. Within seconds the panic started.

You didn’t even see the crowd fleeing. The red drops making it onto your skin had brought you right back. To the nightmares you had. In which you held Rowan as he bled out all over you. In which you knew the monster killed him. Tears started streaming down your face when finally you regained some sort of vision.

You didn’t have to look long to find Xavier. He was still right there, looking ahead. Your eyes followed his as you spotted her again. Wednesday, dancing in the red liquid like it was her home.

It wasn’t fair. That she was the one who got everything you ever wanted. She got to say goodbye to Rowan. Got to see who it was that hurt him. Got to see his last moments. And now she even got Xavier.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N], we have to leave!”

It was Bianca that had been shaking your shoulders as people stumbled all along the floor. And suddenly you heard the screams. The panic. And it was all too much. With tears streaming down your face you ran. To the only place that gave you solace.

His bed.

———————————————————————

The door shutting had brought you back to your senses. You were still shaking, even if the tears had stopped a while ago. You immediately scrambled up, not wanting to be seen in this position.

Xavier immediately came to your side as he saw how hurt you looked again. Fuck, did you think of Rowan again? Of course you would. Going to the Raven was a stupid idea. His heart stung as he saw what a mess you still were.

“I should leave.”

“What? [Y/N], no, you can stay. I can sleep in the shed if I have to-“

“No. This is your room, I shouldn’t even be-“

“Don’t be silly. You can always come here. God, you’re still drenched. Wait, let me-“

His feet swiftly took him to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wrapping you in it. He had to chuckle at how adorable you looked as you sat down on the bed. His eyes trailed down to the sheets, a grimace on his face as he saw how stained they were.

“I’m afraid we have to wash those. I’m sorry, I know how much you enjoy that they-“

“It’s okay. They’re just sheets.”

“What?”

“They haven’t smelled like him in ages. I just didn’t know where else to go.”

Xavier looked at you now, a worried look on his face. For you to act so indifferent about the sheets when they would usually give you so much comfort? Something else was going on. Something was off.

“How about we get you out of these clothes first. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t change. I’ll give you something to wear. Then we can sit on my dry bed and talk, hm?”

“You don’t have to take care of me.”

“I want to.”

You could feel your cheeks blushing once again as Xavier grabbed your hand, squeezing it to reassure you. Gosh, how could he be so selfless even now? How could he make you feel so good even when you were at rock bottom just seconds earlier?

He stood now, pulling out some of his old clothes. It was a t-shirt that looked way too big for you. Paint stains had painted it in all types of colors. He also put a pair of sweatpants onto his bed, making sure you were comfortable.

“I’ll- I’ll go change in the bathroom. And you can change in here. You can just wrap yourself in my blankets if you feel like it. I’ll join you in a second.”

You nodded carefully as you watched Xavier leave towards the bathroom. Carefully you pushed out of your drenched outfit. You decided to just wear his shirt for now, it being too warm in his room anyways. Luckily your underwear had remained relatively dry.

You walked to his unmade bed, grabbing the blanket and pulling it around your body carefully. You had never sat on his bed, you just now realized. Had always made sure to stay in Rowan’s, not to cross any boundaries.

You realized just how much his blanket smelled of him. You had gotten used to the scent of him so much. When he would lay next to you in bed, it would lull you to sleep quietly. Something you always blamed on the exhaustion that crying brought with it.

“You can come back out if you’re done!”

You quietly shouted, knowing damn well he was too scared to impose. You knew he would never just walk out, possibly humiliating you.

You swallowed as you saw him. He was wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants, his shirt long abandoned. His hair was lose now, falling into his face, some locks still slightly wet. You blushed deeply as he walked over to you, sitting next to you.

Xavier grabbed your hand, his knuckles accidentally brushing against your thighs in the process. He didn’t even notice you abandoned the sweatpants until now. He blushed, but never hesitated to intertwine your fingers with his.

“Why are you so upset?”

“It’s silly. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Humor me.”

Your eyes shot up to his. He encouraged you to talk to him. That was new. A deep sigh escaped your lungs as you began to speak.

“I had so much fun tonight. I really forgot all the pain and what I went through. It was going so well and then- then some Normie pricks had to ruin the perfect evening.”

You swallowed hard as tears threatened to spill once more. Xavier was quick to pull you against him, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. You took it, needing some sort of comfort. But you didn’t fail to notice just how warm he was.

“That’s not silly, [Y/N]. For what it’s worth, I also enjoyed spending the evening with you.”

“Oh please.”

You scoffed at him. You couldn’t believe him, even if you wanted to. You saw the way he looked at Wednesday, saw the way she enthralled him. He grabbed you by the shoulders, holding you to look at him. Why were you doubting him all of a sudden?

“I’m sure you were happy the stupid prank saved you. God, you ogled at Wednesday as she danced in the mess.”

“[Y/N], I didn’t-“

“Didn’t what, Xavier? You were scared to be the rebound. Well guess what, right now it feels like I am.”

His eyes were shocked. He hadn’t seem you this upset with him before. And it stung, to hear your harsh words. You had gotten it all wrong. He had to explain, had to tell you what was happening. Carefully he grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him.

“You are not a rebound. You never were. I wanted to go with you. You make me so happy. You soothe me in seconds and are an incredible person. I looked at Wednesday, sure. Cause she looked absolutely insane. I was wondering how I could have ever been upset about her when the one I really wanted was right in front of me.”

You blushed now, a soft tear spilling down your cheek. You didn’t even know how much he cared. God, you were so dumb. How could you ever doubt him, how could you ever think he didn’t want you? If it wasn’t for the prank, you’re sure he would have-

He was looking at you again. Looking straight at your lips as he inched in. He softly wiped the tear off your cheek, making sure you were no longer upset. He knew he couldn’t have you. But he wanted you so badly.

“I know you’re not ready. I know you probably thought of Rowan all night. You said it yourself, I wasn’t your first choice. But know that I’m right here if you need me. Say the word and I’m yours.”

You interrupted him with a peck to his lips. He looked at you, surprised. You had just kissed him. He wasn’t dreaming, right? Carefully he moved one of his hands to the nape of your neck as he pulled you in once again.

The kiss was slow, sensual. It was intimate in a way you haven’t felt in a while. If ever. You had missed this. Had missed the sparks flying between two people as they kissed. The way you felt like time stopped.

To say you and Rowan didn’t have your issues would have been a simple lie. He had been losing it long before Wednesday came to school and frankly, you hated the person he became then. But even then, Xavier was there to notice. To call Rowan out on how he treated you. It was why he urged the others to kick him out of the nightshades.

He had liked you for a long time. And he was sure you felt the same way. Wednesday’s arrival and Rowan’s death had held you back from acting out. Still, it brought you so much closer. Xavier pulled back, carefully catching his breath.

“We should stop. I don’t want to push you to something you’re not ready for.”

“I think I’ve been ready for ages. I was jealous when you looked at Wednesday. Because once again she got what I wanted. She had you. Or so I thought.”

Xavier couldn’t hold back now. He pushed you back, softly laying you down on his pillows as he kissed you again.

———————————————————————

You fell back as Xavier took control. The blanket had long been pushed off the bed as he softly kissed your lips, making sure you were comfortable. He was impatient, but he wanted to make sure that you were alright with every single move.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

You pulled him in by his hair, your hands tangling in them immediately. He was so gentle, so soft yet you could feel a need behind his eyes. You had every intention of unlocking that need.

You ground your hips into his, making sure to let him know you were just as needy as he was. He groaned as his hands clasped at the shirt you were wearing. Quickly he pulled it off you, discarding it to the side. You had no time to feel shame. Not when Xavier was leaving breathy kisses against your neck, causing you to breathe heavily.

You gripped his shoulders for support as he sucked softly. A grin spread on his lips at your reactions. He knew you were vocal, he had walked in on you and Rowan one too many times. But to hear you react to him instead, it gave him a newfound confidence.

He gnawed at your skin, making sure to leave marks. He didn’t even care who saw. He just wanted to make sure everyone knew that you had finally moved on. That you were once again off the market, that you were his. Were you his?

“God, please, I need you.”

He chuckled softly at your words, like you had read his mind. His kisses trailed further down your torso and down your stomach. His hands gripped your sides like a vice but he was keen on pleasing you.

With a little help from your telekinetic powers you pushed him off you, pressing him against the wall behind his bed for just a second. No, you were not gonna let him do this. Not like this. Carefully you let him go again as you stood from the bed. He looked confused, worried.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” you knelt, pulling his body to you with the snap of your wrist. “I’m not letting you take care of me again. It’s my turn to give back.”

A grin spread onto your lips as you held onto his thighs. He looked shocked, surprised even. You were really kneeling in front of him, offering to take care of him. He must be dreaming. Must be in one of his twisted wet dreams that he sometimes had, especially when you snuggled into him as you slept.

You grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants now, pulling them off his legs. He helped, keen on letting you do your work. He had skipped the underwear of course, leaving him exposed and hard in front of you. He was already dripping with precum.

You bit your lip for one second at the sight. So the rumors were true. Bianca had mentioned some things back in the day, some you never paid much attention to. But the taller the man, the bigger certain features was something that rang true.

“You don’t have to- Holy shit.”

You didn’t even let him finish as you licked along his tip, swallowing up his precum. You had some experience. You weren’t new to dating, after all. So you also knew exactly which moves to use to make a man happy.

Your tongue kept swirling around his tip, licking up and down his head. The groans escaping his body were heaven to your ears. You pulled back for a second, only to lick up his shaft, engulfing his head in your mouth.

Xavier knew then he was a goner. His hands gripped the sheets as he watched you carefully. You started bopping your head at your own pace, intended on making him have some fun. And boy, was he having it.

You pushed yourself even further onto his dick, until his tip touched the back of your throat. Xavier groaned so hard he could have cum right there. He could feel you gagging around him, could feel you trying everything to make him happy.

He pulled you off him after a while and you looked up at him with sad eyes. Did you do something wrong? Did you mess up? Did he not want you anymore? Softly he grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. A smile plastered his face as his thumb softly swiped over your lip.

“I’m not gonna last long if you’re this good to me. And I wanna feel you around me as I do.”

You could feel yourself blush as he pulled you back up the bed. He sat you on his lap, but not before pulling your underwear to the ground. Your eyes widened as he massaged your thighs, all whilst his hard dick was pressing against you.

“You’re sure you still want this?”

“More than ever.”

He didn’t have to prep you much. He knew you were ready, knew you could take him. He spat on his hand, lubing up his manhood so he could make it easier for you. He lifted your hips just slightly before he pushed you onto him.

You could feel him press against your walls, could feel the way you squeezed around him. He was slow, lowering you step by step. He did not want to hurt you. Ever. You moaned, biting your lips as he bottomed out.

“You take me so well.”

“Mhh I can feel you so deep.”

“I know. I can feel you clench around me.”

He started rolling his hips up, thrusting into you. He was slow, making sure to get you used to his size first. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as close to him as possible.

You didn’t even notice you were looking right at Rowan’s bed. One you had done oh so similar things in quite a few times. But you couldn’t even remember. Remember what his lips felt like, remember what he felt like. Remember his smell.

You had finally let go.

All you could smell now was Xavier. All you could feel was how his arms held you in place, how he pushed into you. The way he groaned against you. It was so much, all too much. You couldn’t even think straight, too cockdrunk as he kept thrusting into you, now harder and faster.

All you could think about was him.

Xavier. Xavier. Xavier. A few times his name even slipped out of your mouth as you neared your own release, loud moans spilling out of you. You were so close. So very close.

“Xavier, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me. Please, let go. Take what you need.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice as your body started convulsing against his. Your thighs trembled as you rode out your high. He held you close, making sure your tired body doesn’t just topple off him to the ground. He knew the way you looked when you were exhausted. But this time it was for all the right reasons.

He stilled, waiting on you to come back to him. After a while you did and he placed soft kisses along the back of your neck. His fingers softly tapped along your thighs and you chuckled a bit at his antics.

“Why did you stop moving?”

“We don’t have to continue of you’re too spent.”

“We are not stopping until we’re both satisfied.”

You took the reigns now, holding onto his arms as you started moving your hips once again. You were overstimulated, your legs wobbly, but you wanted to have him find his own relief.

The kisses he pressed into your neck became sloppier as he met your movements with his own thrusts. You could feel he was getting close, his dick twitching every now and then and his moves becoming more uncontrolled.

With a loud groan he shot his load right into you. He pushed you into his lap as his hips stuttered, his cum filling you up. He hadn’t done this in a while. You could tell by how hard his orgasm hit him.

Xavier stilled for a while, his breathing heavy. He gave you a sign before moving you out of him, his cum spilling all over his own legs. His face distorted at the feeling, causing you to chuckle. He grabbed a few tissues from his nightstand, cleaning both you and him up.

Carefully you got back into your underwear and his shirt and he followed part, pulling his sweatpants over his hips. You didn’t know what you needed more, a shower or sleep. Xavier decided for you as he pulled you into his arms, picking up the blanket and pulling it over the two of you.

You turned to face him, looking up at his soft face. He was tired but happy. You were sure you looked similar to him, very much spent. The two of you should have done this ages ago.

“If this is what I get I will gladly be the rebound.”

“I told you, you’re not the rebound, Xavier. You always should have been my first choice.”

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe smut #wednesday #nightshades #rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader

[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.

#draft dump #x reader #imagines #rowan x reader #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow #rowan rambles #rowan #rowan laslow smut #wednesday #request

[narratorlinnlaslow]

No you dont get it. I want. NEED. Rowan laslow fanfics.

#rowan #laslow #rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #Gimme that smut. #NOW!!! #im so down bad #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #ajax #xavier thorpe

[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."

#rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow smut #rowan laslow x reader smut #rowan laslow #.requests

[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.

#wednesday netflix #wednesday #rowan laslow #smut #rowan laslow smut #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow x reader smut #wednesday addams

[0anonnymouslyours0]

would you write for rowan laslow 👀

uhhh yess!! lemme know what u want!

i love men with glasses like i’m not kidding i have the biggest glasses kink

little story time:

i hooked up with this guy on a boat (in the tiniest fucking bathroom) bc he was flirting with me and i was liek whatever.. but then! then he pulled out a pair of glasses and i was like 😱😍😍

#fluff #oneshot #smut #female reader #masterlist #rowan laslow x reader smut #rowan laslow #rowan laslow smut #rowan laslow x you #rowan laslow x reader

[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.

#༺ ♱ sylvia’s cute anons! #༺ ♱ sylvia’s work! #rowan smut #rowan laslow #rowan laslow smut #rowan x reader #sub!rowan laslow #rowan x you

[eufezco]

I DID IT FOR YOU – Tyler Galpin x fem!vampire!reader

WEDNESDAY MAJOR SPOILERS !!

Summary - Wednesday's plan for you to stay away from Tyler after she found out that he's the Hyde.

—Wednesday, don't —. Enid said very seriously. More serious than Wednesday had ever heard her before. The blonde girl thought her friend's plan was merciless. Even for her. —I'm sure that if we talk to her... She'll understand.

Wednesday knew you wouldn't. She had spent enough time with you to already know how you would react. Dramatic, skeptical, and on the defensive for sure. Even if she'd tell you that she had seen it. That she had seen him turn into that monster. You'd never believe her because that's what love does. It blinds you. And Wednesday was completely fine and grossed at the same time with you being head over heels for him because not only it was reciprocate (which was even more disgusting) but also because she thought he was a nice one. And he would never hurt you. So she would have to do it for him.

—Wednesday, please —. Enid begged while her friend prepared her bag to go to Jericho.

—There's no other way.

Once Wednesday arrived in Jericho, Tyler was getting things ready at the Weathervane to close the cafe. It had been a long day for him and he could only think about when you would arrive. He would drive you both to Nevermore and he would sneak into your shared dorm room. Enid would say that she was glad to see him again, and Wednesday would just hum at his presence. You four would talk for a bit before going to sleep, him sitting in your bed wearing the pajamas you kept in your room for him and you by his side, playing with his big hands as he talked with your friends. Then you would fall asleep with your head on his chest after he peppered all your face with kisses. He'd hug you tight against his body, not letting you go at any moment of the night, and checking on you all the time. Were you hungry? Were you having a nightmare? Were you feeling sick? He was there.

—We're close —. Tyler announced to the person going into the Weathervane at that time of the night.

—Then you should lock your doors.

Tyler turned around to see Wednesday. His expression changed after knowing that it was his friend. —Actually I was waiting for y/n.

—There are some real sick people out there, Tyler. You should be careful.

—Yeah, my dad told me what happened with Xavier. Pretty nuts —. After mentioning Xavier, Tyler noticed how Wednesday's posture became tense. —Are you okay? I know you and him... Well, had this thing–

"We had nothing. And yes, I'm fine. Perfectly fine." She said with her eyes locked on the boy in front of her. "It has made me revalue things." Wednesday walked slowly around the cafe. By the time she stopped, she made sure that Tyler had turned in on himself so he had his back to the door. The perfect position so he wouldn't see you coming.

"Like what?"

"Like who I can trust."

Wednesday took a step towards Tyler. He frowned at her sudden approach. "And I've come to the conclusion that you are the only one worth of my trust." The girl moved closer to Tyler, and none of them said anything else. Wednesday stood on her tiptoes and connected her lips with Tyler's. Then, she moved away from him to see his reaction.

"Wednesday..." Tyler murmured against her friend's lips right before the girl stood on her tiptoes again and kissed him one more time. This time the kiss was longer, Wednesday didn't separate and Tyler was glad that she didn't. His head told him to push Wednesday away, but instead, he cupped one of her cheeks and kissed her back. Your heart felt heavy inside your chest as you watched the scene, your knees felt weak, and your vision was blurred thanks to the tears in your eyes. You wanted to run but your eyes were locked on Tyler and Wednesday kissing. Your brain was telling you to burn that image in your mind so you would always remember you had a reason to hate the person you once loved the most.

Wednesday's eyes met yours when she parted ways with Tyler, her cold stare making you feel small. Tyler frowned in front of Wednesday and immediately after, he turned to see what she was looking at. He could feel his heart beating so hard against his chest that he even thought would stop. Tyler tried to get out of the cafe when he saw you leaving, but Wednesday quickly blocked his way, knowing that his instinct would make him follow you. "Stay away from her." She stated, her black eyes staring deeply into Tyler's, her lips pressed together, a sign of how serious she was being. They both shared a face of mutual disgust for each other; him because of what he just did, and her because of whom he had become. Tyler bumped into her shoulder but Wednesday was not going to give up so easily. She tried to stop him one more time by grabbing his arm, but she barely had him in her hand when with a sharp movement Tyler managed to escape her.

Wednesday followed Tyler outside. You were walking down the street in the middle of the road, hot tears rolling down your cheeks, and your body shaking because of your shorts and rapid breaths. Tyler called your name a few times and even had to do a little run to catch you. Wednesday was walking slowly behind you two. Her attention was always on Tyler and on what his next move could be.

"Y/n, wait, please."

You didn't listen to him and kept walking, with your fist clenched so tight that you could feel your long and sharp nails sinking into your skin. His hand grabbed your arm and made you stop and turn around to look at him. "Explain what?" You yelled to his face. Your eyes were dark red, the veins under your eyes that appeared only when you were really hungry or when you were really mad were decorating your skin, and you were fighting to not let your fangs out.

"She was the one that kissed me. I promise. She–”

Your jaw clenched. "I don't fucking care about who kissed who!" You snapped his hand off you and you threatened him with your index finger, pointing directly at his throat with your long and sharp nails. “You were kissing her back." Tyler craned his neck. Your lower lip was trembling while tears kept running down your cheeks. You didn't expect him to say anything else, and there was nothing he could say that would make you feel any better.

"I'm sorry, y/n–"

"I fucking hate you, and I hope I never have to see you again." Your words echoed inside his head. You lost interest in Tyler, who stood in front of you with glossy eyes, completely numb to everything that happened after what you said to him. You focused on Wednesday, who was a few steps behind him, watching the scene from the distance.

"You got what you wanted?"

"I did not want this."

"Of course you did. You know, because of things like this are why you are alone, and because you fucking deserve it." You said to your friend. Wednesday swallowed but showed no other reaction. It was enough to let you know that your words affected her. You looked at Tyler one last time, his face was pale and he couldn't make eye contact with you because of how ashamed he was. The next thing his eyes saw was you running as fast as you could so neither he nor Wednesday could catch you. You ran so fast that your legs started to burn from how weak they felt, ready to give up at any moment. It was strictly prohibited to go to the forest since Eugene got attacked by that monster, but at this point, you wouldn't mind about the Hyde finding you.

"You planned this." Tyler said to Wednesday. He didn't turn to look at her, just thinking about her face was making him feel sick. It was a very big coincidence that she kissed him and a few seconds later you appeared. He told her that he was waiting for you, but Tyler was pretty sure that Wednesday already knew that you were coming. "Why would you do this?"

"I want you away from her."

Tyler's lower lip trembled as he watched you disappear. Wednesday's words turned into the most annoying ringing sound in his ears, and then, all of a sudden, his breathing was out of control and he could feel that familiar pressure on his head as all of his muscles and bones writhed. You got lost running into the woods until you tripped and fell to your knees. You sobbed loudly as you blamed yourself for not have listened to Xavier when he warned you about Tyler. A part of you wanted to never see Tyler again. The other part of you wished that he would've gone after you, hugged you against his body when he'd found you lying on the ground, and allowed you to cry your eyes out on him.

At the end of the day, you expected Tyler to comfort in you the same way you did that night when you found him in the same forest you were. With blood covering his body and dripping from his mouth, extremely confused, and with that hiker's body completely dismembered by his side.

THIS ONE WAS FOR US THE GIRLIES WHO DONT GIVE A F ABOUT TYLER BEING THE HYDE 💋💋

A/N: THIS ISN'T A SECOND PART OF A TASTE OF YOU

#wednesday #wednesday imagine #wednesday fluff #wednesday angst #wednesday smut #tyler galpin #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin angst #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin fluff #tyler galpin x fem!reader #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x you #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe imagine #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #bianca barclay #rowan laslow #nevermore

[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)

#rowan laslow #rowan x reader #wednesday netflix #rowan wednesday #rowan smut #rowan laslow smut #rowan laslow x you #wednesday fanfic #cherry writing

[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 🙈

#wednesday series #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow smut #wednesday