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i don't know about you, but i'm in a serious relationship with ao3 and tumblr looking for fanfics. it's gotten to a point where i'm finding so many stories (thank goodness) that i feel like i need to organize the one's i've found, read and liked. i decided to share them here for anyone who's on this journey too.
oh, most of the fanfics are "x reader" 'cause... well, we're all in the same boat here, so i don't think i need to explain why, right? lmao
fell free to suggest fanfics in the comments or ask for recommendations too, just let us know what you like to read. i will probably update this post weekly.
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🌌 agatha harkness & agnes o'connor (agatha all along)
Summary: Agent Vidal has bought a new toy to try on Agnes with the understanding that Agnes will be a good boy for it and Agent Vidal.
Word count: 2.1k
Pairings: Detective Agnes O'Connor x Agent Rio Vidal
Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW)
Warnings: Edging, orgasm edging/denial, thigh-riding/fucking, swearing, pet names, good boy!Agnes, dom!Vidal, sub!Agnes, sex toys, strap-ons, degradation kink, vaginal fingering, cum, cum as lube, fingers in mouth, slapping, negative feelings/emotions, physical violence
Music inspo: Soma - The Smashing Pumpkins, Laid - James, Dance Macabre - Ghost
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"You let me know if I've gone too far with being mean, ok?"
Agnes snorted her response to that and shook her head, rolling her eyes. She was about to take her rightful seat until she felt Vidal grab her face. She squeezed at Agnes' sharp jawline to make her girlfriend pay attention; to make her start to behave.
"Ok, O'Connor?"
"Y...yeah, Vidal. Fuck."
"Good boy."
How easy it was for Agnes to fold whenever her girlfriend talked that way. Something inside of her brain felt like it was being scratched at an itch she could never really get rid of. Being praised for being good and doing what was told of her had always made Agnes feel seen and heard. Her desires and pleasures were all wrapped up in this need to please whoever it was that asked for it.
"Take your seat, Handsome. I got this new toy just for you."
Vidal's words dropped like a thick, overly sweet syrup from her mouth as she let her gaze drift down from Agnes' face. Her attention was down at her lap but not in it; her left thigh was the target.
Agnes breathed in and held her breath as she too followed Vidal's gaze to look down.
She had gotten her a thigh strap to ride in, of course, a deep green colour.
Agnes whistled low as she pushed the breath out that she was holding. She already felt light headed at the images that were running through her mind. Vidal was obviously telling and not asking that she wanted her to fuck herself. There was no way Agnes was going to spin this around and have Vidal submit to her.
She would just have to grin and bear it like a good little dog.
"Do you like the colour, Baby? I picked it out just for you so when you fuck yourself on me, you won't be able to get me out of that thick skull of yours..."
Vidal whispered just inches from Agnes' face. She could see her girlfriend already start to collapse; the vein on her forehead becoming more noticeable and the tightening of her jaw with its tiny little tick of muscle working away. Agnes was trying to play with something in her mind; some sense of being in control.
Vidal wasn't going to give her a fucking inch.
"You ready? You gonna sit yourself down anytime soon? Come on, Agnes...I know you're already soaked right through your boxers...you can't help yourself. You're a fucking freak..."
The detective quickly glanced up at the agent; studying her face. Vidal was obviously very cool and very collected; in charge of the situation unfolding. Agnes didn't have a fucking chance and she knew it. She also knew, no matter how much she would try to deny it, that Vidal was right.
She could already feel the damp spot on her boxers sticking against her swollen folds; teasingly rubbing against her sensitive clit.
She felt like she was going to combust.
"Fuck, Vidal...jesus fucking christ..."
"Mmhmm, that's it, Baby...you get all your frustrations out by putting my fat cock inside of you and riding it out. Doesn't that sound good? Don't you wanna fuck yourself stupid and show me just how much of a good boy you can be? I think you really, really want to."
Agnes let out a shaky breath before jumping into motion. She used her shaking hands to push aside the right leg of her boxers; exposing herself just enough to allow easy access without having to take them off. Vidal made sure to watch as Agnes did this and relished in how desperate her girlfriend was. She didn't even bother to take the time to undress herself. The agent smiled as she admired Agnes' strong thighs and the dark hair that crept up the inside of them that led to her full bush that Vidal was crazy for.
Agnes was a fucking work of art.
"Do you need help getting wet, Baby? Or are you already soaking wet for me? Show me. Now."
Agnes flinched as Vidal's work struck her almost like a slap to the face.
She, of course, did what she was told.
Slipping her middle and pointer finger of her left hand inside of herself, she gave a half-pump before sliding them out and bringing them up to show Vidal. Sheen and slick, she would be able to take Vidal no problem.
Exactly how her girlfriend liked it.
"God, Agnes...you are such a good boy, aren't you? Taste yourself before you take a seat. Clean yourself up first and don't you fucking dare break eye contact with me as you do it."
Her hand shook ever so slightly as Agnes brought it up to her face; to her mouth. Her lips parted just enough to stuff her fingers into her mouth; to the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked herself off and cleaned herself up. Vidal's smile basically took up her entire face as she watched with perverted delight.
"So good...such a good boy...alright...take your seat, you deserve it. And, Baby?"
Vidal's eyes locked with Agnes to signal she wanted a verbal confirmation back. She waited for Agnes to pull her fingers out from her mouth; the string of saliva breaking and sticking to her chin.
"Yeah?"
"Behave."
A shudder ran through Agnes as she curtly nodded her head and brought her gaze downwards. She angled herself appropriately; matched herself up to Vidal's steady thigh and down onto the erect toy. She used her right hand to secure the base, her left to guide the head in past her folds. Agnes took Vidal's cock with ease and a bloom of shame rose up from her neck to her face.
She was so fucking desperate her body gave her away each time she tried to play it off like she wasn't. One single movement and she had already taken all of Vidal deep inside of herself; coated in wet. Easy to fuck herself onto it.
"I'm sorry..."
"For?"
"...being a desperate fucking dog."
It was as if a spark jumped between them; a stirring inside of Vidal at the sound of Agnes' admittance to herself. Her hands came out before her to push down onto Agnes' broad shoulders; to slam her partner down onto her cock and hold her there. Agnes groaned loudly at the impact which eventually dissolved into heavy whines of pleasure. She could barely wiggle her hips to gather some friction inside of her as she tried to fuck down onto the toy.
Vidal held her down.
"God, you really are fucking desperate, aren't you? Can't even sit still while my cock is deep inside of you. You need it, badly. It's all over your fucking face. Hungry dogs are never loyal, isn't that right, Agnes? You're ready to jump the fucking gun. Go for it, then. Take what you want."
The silence settled between them after Vidal's words filled the space between them. The determination covered Agnes' face once more; the vein on her forehead more obvious as she buckled herself down. Vidal kept her hands tightly on Agnes' shoulders but didn't press down on them. They were there as an anchor but not a hindrance to the sudden grinding and fucking.
The detective started off slow and with some semblance of a pace. Testing to see what felt good and at what angle, what speed. She had to press her feet down hard onto the floor to steady herself while her hands pressed down on the top of Vidal's thigh, clawing at it to hold on.
"Do you even know how long I've wanted you to fuck me like this? I couldn't stop thinking about it all week when we were at work. Every time I looked at you all I could think of was how good you were going to look sitting down on my cock. How does it feel, Handsome? Tell me."
Vidal's words entered through Agnes' consciousness like putty. She could barely focus on them as she picked up her pace. Her need to scratch that itch was louder than paying attention to the sounds coming out of her girlfriends mouth. Her arousal peaked higher than the need to answer any of Vidal's questions.
It earned Agnes a slap across her face.
She stopped grinding to moan; to barely look at Vidal as a wash of shame and arousal filled her. Her skin was screaming at her while her body begged her to keep going.
"Tell. Me."
"It'ssogood...it's so fucking god..."
"Oh, I'm sure it is...you desperate and pathetic little slut for my cock. Isn't that right, Agnes? Can't get enough, can you?"
"...No...never..."
Vidal jerked her knee up without warning and watched as Agnes fell forward; listened to her cry out in surprise and arousal. She kept herself in that new position and continued to grind down. Vidal could feel the dampness gather on the edges of the strap and coat the fabric of her slacks.
She sucked her teeth but Agnes didn't hear it; didn't hear or feel anything except for the pleasure she gathered for herself. Vidal watched closely in the way Agnes moved and how her lips stayed parted as she tried to breathe through her teeth. Her brows were knitted together and a flush painted her face and neck. The loose strands of her hair stuck to her sweaty face and neck.
Agnes was art.
Vidal made sure not to lose herself in it all, in the way Agnes sucked her in. She could get lost in staring for too long and completely miss the point of it all. She of course had to teach Agnes a lesson; the sex was just a way to lure her partner in.
The agent watched carefully, closely as Agnes' mouth became wider in a silent scream. Sometimes she could allow herself to fully let go and be as loud in her desperate pleads and wails; screams that bordered both pain and pleasure.
Vidal used this opportunity to bring her hand up, pointer finger erect. She pushed the pad of her finger up against Agnes' right canine tooth. Vidal couldn't get enough of them in their natural point.
Just like a dog's tooth would be.
"Such a good boy...you getting close, Baby? You feel yourself ready to burst?"
Agnes almost choked on the build up of saliva that formed in the back of her throat. She needed to close her mouth and swallow or she could bite down on Vidal's finger.
She, of course, knew better than to do something as foolish as that.
However, at that moment, Vidal saw the sudden change in Agnes' eyes. Something there waiting and willing to break. Something within her ready to snap and bend at the rules that had been bestowed and beaten into her.
Agnes' body was still working away as she grounded herself down. The pace of her muscles contracting and releasing was only growing inside of her; fluttering with the dare to tip her over the edge.
And Agnes was tipped over.
Vidal's finger pulled away from the inside of Agnes' mouth as she used that hand and her other to literally push Agnes off of her thigh. Off of her cock.
The action happened so fast that Agnes couldn't catch herself and felt the painful exit of the silicone cock inside of her roughly pull out. She groaned in pain as she fell to her hands and knees on the floor beside Vidal's legs and the chair she had been sitting on the entire time. Agnes finally swallowed back the saliva that had built up in her throat.
Her body tried to catch up with her brain as her mind swamped her with nothing but negative emotions. Unwanted, not good enough. A bad dog. Unfavorable; guilt was about to swallow her whole for being such a desperate and needy little sex-starved thing.
Agnes sniffed loudly as she used the back of her left hand to wipe away under her nose. She didn't dare raise her head to look up at Vidal. The shame she felt between her legs and in her mind was enough.
"Hungry dogs are never loyal, isn't that right, Baby? I saw that thought cross your mind...you were going to bite."
Agnes doesn't look up but knows that Vidal is cleaning herself up and taking off the thigh strap from her leg. The Velcro ripping and soft clinks of plastic reverberate through Agnes louder than thunder. The detective stays in her position on the floor and doesn't move even when Vidal gets up from her seat and walks right past her and out of the room.
I wish I weren’t so shy and that some of these posts were about my thoughts, no matter how random they might be, or interacting with my mutuals. Or even, believe it or not, brainstorming ideas for fanfics I’d like to write or that I’d like someone else to write. I swear, sometimes I’d like to throw ideas out there so that the brilliant minds on this site could bring them to life. Well, maybe I’ll do something like that before I hit my next thousand posts.
strapping a vibrator to my thigh and manhandling her when she doesnt listen, bending her over my lap before she can even realize whats happening. spanking her until she's bruised and crying and adding more every time she cums. hearing her beg and cry so prettily.
"please, its too much"
"but we have to teach you a lesson somehow, right, sweet girl? so youre gonna stay right here and take it"
Thigh riding is so fucking sexy. Yes, let me watch the desperate little grind of your hips, let me hear the pathetic little whines when it’s not enough, let me see the mess you’re making all over me.
“Just like that, baby. Show mommy how messy and desperate you are.”
Do I want my butch to wear his strap under his jeans, teasing me from behind doing chores… only to walk away…. And surprise me with it when I least expect it?
i want her behind me while i'm on my stomach so fucking bad, pressed tightly against my back. one hand wrapped around my throat, the other inside of me, fucking me harshly while aggressively humping against my ass as she whispers in my ear
"you're so fucking tight."
"is this fun, baby? do you like playing with mommy?"
"shhh... i'm not done yet, honey. its okay, you’re okay."
“fuck your ass feels so good sweetheart”
“mommy is almost done playing baby, just be patient”
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