Piercer!Wednesday Addams x Gn!Reader
Summary: You're once again being faced with your girlfriends loving threats of coating your body in little holes, however knowing your girlfriends newly found fascination with piercings, you egg her on until you find yourself in a compromising position with her hand in your mouth
Warnings: MDNI/18+/Suggestive language/Aged Up Characters/Needles/(Loving)Threatening/Kissing
A/N: Tysm for all the support on my last fic! Feel free to send requests and Ideas (Doesn't have to be Wednesday characters), I have another idea for Ajax after this but after that I'm stumped ^^
All you wanted was to lay in your girlfriends lap and sleep, maybe try to coax her into playing with your hair slightly tugging it as always, but instead the moment you managed to sneak in the room, as she was typing away on her typewriter, Wednesday started spewing threats your way.
"Y/n, one of these days I swear I'm going to tie you down and stick you with needles like a voodoo doll." It was the first thing that came out of her mouth as the door opened. You don't know how but it seemed she just knew it was going to be you, rather than Enid, her dormmate. Though you were unphased, used to her ways as you ought to be at this point, and just grew a giant smirk
"Aww, You missed me that much?" You couldn't help but tease, "You should do it now, I wouldn't fight you." You had seen her work, actually you were in the room most of the time as she was piercing her 'clients' out of her dorm room. As sadistic as she was she surprisingly took every precaution, including a lecture on cleaning the jewelry and wound, to make sure it was safe.
Maybe you were crazy but it seemed your words brightened her cold dark eyes. She finished her sentence before standing up and finally looking at you with a "say it again" look, so you did.
"I mean I could live without the tying down part, but if you're so desperate to stick something inside me.." She scoffed at your attempt of a dirty joke, but that was all it took for her to start rummaging through her desk drawers, which is where she kept her different sized needles, gloves, and clamps, whereas all her sterilizing tools laid in their respective spots on top of her small bedside table.
"What're you gonna give me boss?" You asked, finally walking to sit on her small, neat bed. She just looked over at you, the closest thing she had to a smile plastered on her lips and she approached you, slipping her latex gloves on. When she reached your relaxed body she grabbed your chin and tilted it up to face her, and squeezed your cheeks with enough force to get your lips to open wide enough for her to pry your mouth open. Your eyes grew wide as she reached her fingers to the back of your throat, gagging you before grabbing your tongue between her thumb and index/middle finger, and pulled it with such force that anyone else would think she was trying to rip it out of your body.
"Your tongue, and if you make another joke in such poor taste, I'' pierce your heart next." You could feel the blood rushing to your face as she ;et go, letting your head fall once again as she sat down next to you and poured a small cup of Listerine.
"Swish this around and spit it back in the cup." You took the cup from her and did as she asked, watching as she opened and cleaned a new needle, and the jewelry she'd be replacing it with. A simple silver bar, presumable made of medical grade steel.
She grabbed the cup from you and set it on the table before adjusting herself to be facing you, and motioned you to do the same. She stood up on her knees so she was looking down at you again and tapped your jaw as to tell you to open. You did and stuck out your tongue. She studied it for a moment before marking a spot that felt centered with a waterproof black marker. She then reached down for her clamps and mercilessly and roughly pinched that spot, which earned her a small whimper that escaped you.
Though her face didn't show it, her eyes gave away her smug grin at the noise, as she stuck the needle through your watery tongue. You hissed at the suddenness, though the pain level was very small.
"Don't be a baby" You wanted to snap back with your usual, snarky, flirty remark, but because of the position you have been put in, you decided against that attempt. You simply closed your eyes as she finished everything, and the moment she let you go, you smiled and opened your eyes, leaning up to meet her lips, slipping your sensitive tongue in her mouth the moment the chance was given. When she finally leaned into it you teasingly pulled away.
Any Characters you guys want in future fics? (Or more of the characters I've already written for?) I'd love to write something for you guys again but with classes and midterms I haven't had much time to brainstorm! W/o any suggestions I think it will be close to the end of January-Beginning of February before I come up with something! With that being said I'm also going to start reblogging fics that I really enjoyed to keep you all entertained! <33 ^^
Stoner!Ajax x reader, where you and him make your way to the roof of Nevermore to roll blunts and dab your way into the New year, just enjoying each others company, watching the fireworks being set off at Jericho, and your friends and classmates running around the campus with sparklers and red solo cups, cheering and making as much noise as possible. A situation that would typically leave you overwhelmed but your high and sitting in between the sweet boys legs as he fills the blunt makes everything seem so surreal. A cheesy, movie like kiss at midnight, where Ajax transfers the smoke from his mouth to your own, cupping your face and kissing you in almost a spider-man like fashion due to your position. The kiss is strong and passionate and lasts for not only the entire minute, but probably some time after, until you're turned around and straddling his lap, the sweet kiss quickly turning into a heated make out session
You guys have been showing my TattooArtist!Xavier so much love, how would you guys feel about Piercer!Wednesday giving reader a tongue piercing next? ^^
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TattooArtist!Boyfriend!Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader
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Summary: You've always been Xavier's muse, inspiring and motivating his work, but right now he wants nothing more than for you to be his canvas for his most recent design.
Warnings: MDNI/18+/Tattoo artist Xavier AU/Aged Up characters/Spice/Xavier giving reader a sternum tattoo/Kissing/Pet names (Angel;Babe;My love)/Pinch of Possessive!Xavier
A/N: This is the first fic I'll be posting here, so I hope you guys like it! (Also this was written at 1am so apologies for any mistakes)^^
It had been 15 minutes since Xavier started looking at you, still cleaning and sterilizing his tattoo gun, and he has yet to look away. You were reading a book you had picked up from the library before you met up with your boyfriend in his art shed, that was hidden in the woods on Nevermore's campus. Though you were deeply invested in your book, you couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze, so you glanced up to meet his adoring eyes.
"What?" You laughed out, inspecting his face. He looked like a kid who was scared to ask his mom for some candy, but his eyes were much wider (lost in thought, clearly), and his cheeks slightly more red.
"I uh.." He cleared his throat and looked down at the cloth and tool in his hands, that he had been thoroughly wiping every inch for the past several minutes; before continuing "My love, and you can absolutely say no, but well- I finished a design that I've been working on, and I was hoping to tattoo it on you?" He placed his tattoo gun on the desk before quickly rummaging through all his papers before finding his sketch book.
You stood up from where you sat and approached his chair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind as you stared at the drawing he flipped open too. You already knew you would probably have let him the moment he asked in such a sweet tone, but you were stunned by the piece. It was a fairly larger sternum tattoo, that would wrap around your chest and peak in between your boobs. The drawing had such intricate details, and little parts that made it appear that he had designed it just for you. Even the chest model he had drawn matched yours damn near perfectly.
"Xavier.. That's beautiful, I'd be honored to be you canvas." You said the last part in a fake, more proper sounding accent. His eyes lit up and his head snapped back so he was facing you. You could've swore that if he had a tail it would be wagging.
"Wait seriously? Like now? Can we do it now?" You could only imagine how long a piece like this would take, and it was already pretty late, but you had enough caffeinated drinks that you really didn't care, with the look he had stuck on his face you'd probably let him cover every inch of your body in his drawings, hiding your skin away in the ink.
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That's where you sat now. Lying on your back, topless and staring at the drawing of your tattoo in his book. Your page. Sure, he had a lot of drawings of you, but this was different. It wasn't your face, your body, your hair. No, this was you. This was something that clearly showed that he took a great look into who you really were. Each line told its own story; then you noticed it, scattered throughout it was letters, unnoticeable unless you were specifically looking for it, letters that spelt out his name. A grin climbed onto your face, as closed the book, setting it on the desk closest to you. You looked down at the boy with long brown hair, who's bangs had now been tied back.
"Your name huh? Claiming me now?" Blood now rushed back to his face. It was a part of the design he had completely forgotten about. A part that he sketched out while thinking about you with his name stained onto your body, showing that you were truly his, and his alone.
"I forgot about that, babe I promise I wouldn't try to tattoo my name on you without perm-" but you cut him off. He was almost frantic, which was cute, but always led to him rambling on nervously for at least 10 minutes.
"I like it, its not like its in bold, neon ink, keep it. Please?" You added the please with a small whine for good measure, to make sure he wouldn't feel bad about it. He just nodded and started prepping you for the stencil.
This was your first tattoo, so you weren't exactly prepared for the cold liquid to be sprayed on your body, but when it was you couldn't help but flinch, which made your usually gentle boyfriend, push down slightly on your chest.
"Angel, I know you've never had this done, but for this I'm gonna need you to stay perfectly still once I get the gun out." His voice was stern and dry, a huge change in pace from the timid boy from a moment ago, but not an unwelcome one. You found it quite attractive the way he could switch back and forth like that. You just nodded, and went back to admiring him at work.
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It had been several hours since he started the tattoo, it was decently painful, but at the same time felt really nice. You had finally adjusted to the way he was doing it, when he suddenly lifted the tool and stood up, readjusting himself. You thought he was just stretching after sitting uninterrupted for so long, but instead he moved onto the table where yo were, positioning his knees on either side of your hips, squeezing you gently to keep you in place. How flustered you were must've been clearly shown on your face because, still keeping the machine away from you, he leaned down and kissed you, you could feel his smirk in the kiss. He was loving this. You'd been watching him the entire time, not his work, but his face and body movement, and he knew it. He himself had a hard time keeping his eyes on his art. Your breasts were completely exposed to him, and he loved knowing that he was the only one allowed to see you like this.
He finally broke the kiss, giving you a moment to fix your breathing, and stop moving before returning to the tattoo.
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It was nearing sunrise when the tattoo was done and yet you both still felt wide awake. He hadn't moved from his spot straddling your waist since he got there, ,but he did have to pin down your shoulder every so often when it tried to move on it's own. He was surprised that you didn't ask him to stop for a break at all. You were in a trance like state watching his every movement, but at the very least it kept you still. He brought his phone out and took a photo of "the tattoo" He told you, but you knew exactly why he was so precise with his angles.
I can just imagine Xavier not knowing how to tie a tie, and out of embarrassment he just tells people he chooses not to wear one as a style choice, rather than asking for help, or someone to teach him ^^
