I'm Sundrop. 90s baby. She/her, bi, autistic, recovering anorexic, fanfic writer, and running a neverending stream of tumblr accounts until I die I guess. lmao.
"Now, babygirl, I need you to look up 'beautiful' and 'brilliant' in that computer of yours." "Oh, would you look at that? It's me."
Hey everyone! If you don't know me, I'm Sundrop. You can call me any nickname you want - including Nisha, Bunnie, Sunny, whatever. I use she/her pronouns, I'm autistic, bisexual, and polyamarous. You can find my lovely boyfriends @nctzenkane and @spectre-of-sin - and there are others that I talk about on here who don't have Tumblr so they can't be tagged. I love breaking down stereotypes around polyamory, so if you have any questions about it, feel free to ask me.
I am chronically ill, and I often make posts about my struggles with disability and medical trauma. And if I ever randomly disappear from Tumblr, that's why.
I am into horror movies, DC, Teen Wolf, Fall Out Boy, badass female characters and pathetic whimpering men, squishmallows, cooking shows, and cheesy reality shows from the 2000s, among many other things. I always reblog stuff about my interests, and if you ever need me to trigger tag something (especially if it's horror related) please let me know.
I am a fanfic writer, and I primarily write x reader fanfiction, and it's my passion to turn this genre into a true artform. I mostly write plot heavy smut, but I also love writing angst and other plot driven romance fics. Right now my main fandom is Harry Potter. If you want to see all the fanfiction I have written for all the fandoms I enjoy, then you can view my Main Masterlist or my AO3. (Note - my AO3 is archive locked, so you will need an account to view it.)
If you are interested in fanfiction, then head over to my fanfiction sideblog @sundrop-writes - that is where I make posts updating people on my process, make fanfiction polls to help decide which fics I will be working on next, and post my new fics once they are finished. This blog is more for my personal bs, and less about my fics. (Even though the line is very blurred lmao.)
Sunny's Monthly Movie Rec: Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008)
Song Of The Day: Hold On by Wilson Phillips
Currently Watching: Survivor (Season 29) and Master Chef (Season 3)
Come and Join My Communities: DC Titans Fan Club or x reader fanfic lovers
Currently Working On:
The Chain (Sequel to I'm Not Angry (Anymore)) - George Weasley x Fem!Slytherin!Reader. Enemies to Lovers. Love Story, Emotional Angst, Smut, Hurt and Comfort. Set Post War with Flashbacks to The Main Series. You and George are trying to navigate your new relationship, and it's not easy for either of you. The more you think about it, the more you see, he's been the one for you all along. (50,000 words est.)
Most Recent Work: Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Dom!Fred Weasley x Sub!Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader (SMUT)
Sub!Spencer Reid x Switch!GN!Reader x Dom!Elle Greenaway
Summary:
Spencer needs to be punished, and as always, you and Elle are very creative with it. One of these days, he might learn to behave - but you hope that day is not anytime soon.
Dom!Elle Greenaway x Switch!Gender Neutral Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Established Dom/Sub Relationship. Smut/PWP.
Word Count: 2,600
Criminal Minds Masterlist | AO3 Link
Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.
Warnings: this is just straight up smut/pwp; this is a threesome/poly relationship - the characters have been in this kind of relationship for a while and they're all very comfortable with their roles; there is no mention of safewords, but it is implied that the characters are all comfortable with each other and safety nets exist in the background; Elle is dominant, Spencer is very submissive, and the reader is a switch - being dominant with Spencer and submissive towards Elle; the reader's genitals are not described in any way and the reader is gender neutral; mentions of Spencer having a humiliation kink; hair pulling (towards Spencer); mentions of Spencer being 'punished'; penetrative sex/unprotected piv sex - Spencer fucks Elle's pussy (without a condom, oops); mentions of Spencer wearing a cockring; orgasm denial/orgasm restriction (towards Spencer); light bondage - Spencer's arms being handcuffed behind his back; mentions of Spencer being spanked (does not take place during the fic); some nipple play (Spencer receiving); the reader calls Elle 'm'am' (Spencer calls her 'Miss'); at one point; Spencer is called 'pathetic' and 'a little bitch'; (so I guess degradation kink too?); the reader gives Spencer a handjob; some cumplay/cum eating; snowballing (in a kiss between the reader and Spencer; mentions of chastity belts/genital cages (not used during the fic); there is somewhat of a rivalry going on between Spencer and the reader?; the reader is kind of a brat, competing with Spencer for Elle's attention; and I believe that's it.
A/N: This could be viewed as a sequel to The Perfect Brat, or it could be viewed as taking place in the same universe as that fic - the reader character in this fic is Gender Neutral and does not have their gender described where as the reader character in that fic is female, so I wouldn't say specifically that it is a sequel - but it could be. Anyway - this is mostly inspired by my love of Spencer's slutty waist. I hope you guys enjoy it!
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“God, he’s so pathetic.”
The words came out of Elle’s mouth as an airy chuckle, truly punctuating her thoughts on the situation. The man between her thighs was nothing but laughable - in the most pussy-wetting way.
Naturally, Spencer let out a chest rattling moan at her comment, finding nothing but pleasure in the humiliation that she doled out. Even if he refused to admit it - it was his nature. He thrived off of being mocked and praised; punished and rewarded.
You let out a chuckle of your own, running your fingers through his hair, a jolt going down your spine when you tugged sharply on those pretty brown locks and he let out a pretty gasp.
Elle watched on with inquisitive eyes and swallowed up a low moan inside of her chest - controlled, composed, as she always was.
She made a clear effort not to lose her precious composure in front of Spencer. She never needed him to think that he provided her with any kind of elite pleasure. That he could give her something that she couldn’t get from someone else. Especially not from you. He was just another tool in her belt. One that needed to be polished by her before he could be properly used.
(He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut, but he probably never would.)
Even now, when he was balls-deep inside of her, her face remained smooth and neutral - not giving away a single flicker of the pleasure she might be feeling. Because it was all a big game, and she had to win. She was entirely demure as she stared up at him from her position, laying on her back in the middle of the bed. Technically, she was the lowest in the room, but always the one in the highest seat of control. Always the one with the most power in the room, no matter what.
And unlike Spencer, you weren’t going to mess with the status quo of that power.
“I think it’s almost… cute?” You remarked, knowing you sounded utterly condescending as you let out another giggle. (Especially if Spencer’s pleasurable gasp was anything to go by.) “At least he’s trying.”
Spencer let out a choked whine, clearly humiliated and turned on by the way the two of you spoke - talking around him as though he wasn’t even there. As though he wasn’t important enough to even acknowledge.
Spencer was currently stuck between the two of you, in a way that felt unfair yet perfectly and pleasurably melted his brain.
With his cock speared deep inside of Elle’s warm, commanding pussy, while you stood behind him - a lingering presence that trapped him there, he knew that he had nowhere to go. Which he loved and hated at the same time. You were somehow still completely clothed - the fabric of your outfit feeling rougher against his completely naked body as his skin became overstimulated and sweaty, but he couldn’t escape you, not for a moment, while you crowded more and more into his personal space.
“Please,” Spencer whimpered out.
Beneath him, Elle was clad in one of her signature bright red bras - overwhelming his field of vision with the sight of her perfect cleavage and her beautiful hair splayed out across the bed. And somehow, even as dewey sweat gathered on her skin, her makeup stayed perfectly in place, unsmudged and turning her into a goddess-like vision that only made him dissolve more into that pathetic puddle that you both mocked him for being.
With your hands on Spencer’s hips - you kept shoving him forward harshly, forcing him to fuck into the unforgiving heat of Elle’s cunt while his cock panged with twinges of pain and pleasure, stuck pulsing through the aching restriction of a cockring. His arms were bound behind his back with Elle’s cuffs, his hands brushing against your front - but he wasn’t allowed to touch you, no. If he was caught copping a feel, then he knew that he punishment would be even more severe. His ass was already red and sore with the spanking that you had given him earlier.
“Oh god, please.” He whined out again, not even sure what he was begging for - for this to stop, or for it to continue without the cockring so that he could finally cum.
You were getting a great deal of joy out of this, a wicked grin forming on your lips that Elle loved to see.
You loved using Spencer’s body like a puppet; having him acting like a ragdoll to your whims while you kept your hands tight on his hips, digging your nails into his flesh in a way that you knew would leave satisfying bruises there the next day. You loved nothing more than driving him forward, forcing him to fuck into Elle like he was nothing more than a toy - a human dildo to be used for her pleasure.
With both of you standing at the end of the bed, Elle’s ass right on the edge of it, her legs spread wide to accommodate both of you; you were standing right up behind Spencer, not letting him go anywhere, not letting him move an inch to escape the overwhelming tight pleasure of her cunt. The feeling edged him so fiercely, that perfect vice gripping around his cock, with the cockring making him unable to cum. You gripped him tight and forced him to fuck forward into her, despite his whining protests and begging to have the cockring off so that he could cum.
This was a punishment, after all. The punishment being - fucking her for longer than he could take it with no release. Feeling her hot, wet pussy around him and not being able to cum.
“He’s not trying.” Elle argued in reply to your comment, sarcastic venom in her voice. “That’s why he’s so pathetic.”
She reached up and tweaked one of his nipples hard, delivering a bit of pain to put emphasis on her words, and Spencer let out another whine. (Only further proving her point with how utterly pathetic he sounded.)
“Please,” He said, begging once again. “Fuck, please, I promise I’ll be good, I-”
“Shut up.” Elle barked at him. “Go harder.” She said, glancing around his body to look at you.
She didn’t give this order for her own benefit. She wouldn’t enjoy the sex with any more heightened pleasure if his cock was fucking into her harder. She said this because if you forced his hips into her harder, then he would have to feel it more. It would be more punishing for him.
“Yes, M’am.” You easily agreed, biting back a gleefully evil grin.
You shoved his hips forward harder, in faster increments, pulling him back quickly and shoving him forward again. The results were beautiful - his thighs quaked and he let out a pained sound as he limply fell to the movements, like a ragdoll. Letting himself be fucking into Elle, rather than willingly fucking her himself.
His cock was so painfully hard that this left little needles pricking up and down his shaft; sharp shocks of pleasure and pain flowing through him as the wetness coated him warmly and became tangled in his pubes - the most beautiful, mind-numbing torture he could have ever conceptualized. He needed a break - he wanted it to stop, but at the same time, he knew that he would cry and beg for more if his cock was pulled out of that warmth, a place his body knew as a home now. A place that he couldn’t leave.
This was where he belonged.
Stuck between two perfect people, ruling over him, taunting him.
“Please!” He gasped out again. “Please!”
You pushed Spencer forward again, hard, and his legs began to quake as Elle’s pussy squeezed him.
“I can’t!” He shouted, his voice throaty and hollow, half choked in spit. “Fuck, I can’t!”
“Yes, you can.” You said, shoving him forward again, loving the sound of his hips smacking against Elle’s inner thighs. “You’re just being a little bitch about it.”
You leaned in, putting your body flush against his, trapping his arms tighter against his back. You used the motion of your own hips in tandem now, using your body weight to shove him back and forth - causing increasingly wet, sloppy sounds from between him and Elle as she became more turned on by his desperate, humiliated state.
Elle let out a laugh. “It’s like we trained him for nothing.”
“Maybe you trained him to bitch out.” You sighed. “That’s not my fault.”
Elle glared at you - but before she could reply, you shoved Spencer forward again particularly hard, using him like a human dildo inside of her to shut her up. She swallowed down the gasp in her throat, though, biting her lip. She was trying her hardest not to let you know that you had gotten to her in any meaningful way.
Spencer let out a throaty whine.
“Please, let me cum.” He begged, his voice wavering and pathetic. “Please! I’ll do anything, just let me cum!”
You grinned at Elle over his shoulder, pausing your movements and stilling Spencer’s hips for a moment. He let out a sob - even this was torturous pain, reminding him how his orgasm was like a sickness in his stomach. It was a pure, swollen ache in his balls - right there, but unable to come to fruition. He needed to cum so badly.
“What do you think, E?” You asked, using your playful nickname for her. “Should we let this pathetic little boy finally cum?”
You were feeling slightly bad for Spencer, so you reached around his body - thinking of something that might sway her. You rubbed your thumb over her clit, putting your powers of persuasion to the test.
“I kinda wanna get him out of the way so I can have my turn.” You added on, pressing down on her clit harder.
For the first time that night, Elle let out an uncontrolled, deep moan.
“Fuck.” She sighed.
You quickly let up the touch, knowing that teasing her would be more powerful.
“I know what you’re doing.” She told you, throwing you a nasty, knowing smile. It was a warning. “Pull him out.”
You were filled with a terrible excitement. Either she would punish you for trying to scam her, or she would give you exactly what you wanted. She was a lot more lenient with you than she was with Spencer.
You backed off and put your hands on Spencer’s hips, easing him out of Elle’s pussy.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Miss, thank you-” Spencer repeated the words like a sacred mantra under his breath, and Elle quickly cut him off.
“Shut up.” She barked at him again. “You won’t be thanking me in a minute.”
This shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did.
Spencer’s cock popped out of Elle’s cunt with a filthy sound, and he only made it back far enough to graze the swollen bright red head against her entrance before she sat up on her elbows and moved to grab the cockring around the base. You watched with your gaze around his shoulder in interest, your hands drifting around his waist to hold him gently from behind. You thought that she would take it off and maybe finish him with her hand to get him out of the way as you had suggested.
But instead, she took off the cockring (which caused a wounded sound to emanate from his chest) and left his bright red, sore looking cock dangling between his thighs as a few thick strands of precum leaked from the head, dripping freely onto the bed between her thighs.
“You feel bad for him.” Elle told you, a dark look in her eyes. “So get to work.”
You wanted to laugh. That certainly wouldn’t be a punishment for you.
With your arm already slung around his waist from behind, you reached down and grabbed his sensitive, achingly hard cock - at the touch, he nearly bucked out of your grip. He cried out in perfect agony and his whole body shook.
Perhaps the punishment would be trying to hold him still.
Elle giggled at this and you used your free hand to dig your fingers into his hip, giving his cock a firm squeeze in an attempt to make him still.
“Stay still.” You ground out, and he quickly complied.
You pumped your hand up and down his cock, the precum and Elle’s wetness being more than enough lube. You did have to enjoy how perfect he felt in your hand - his cock was a thing of beauty, so long and thin and so red when he was overstimulated like this.
Your hand was fast and tight, determined to make him cum as quickly and efficiently as possible. And it took less than thirty seconds of greedy pumping to make it happen. Spencer beginning to wail like a maniac, his jaw dropped open wide and his eyes squeezed shut, his thighs shaking.
All the while, Elle’s eyes were flickering between the sight of your hand as a blur on Spencer’s red cock and Spencer’s orgasmic face, a devilish grin growing on her. Spencer was cumming hard, his cock spurting out generous, thick ropes of cum that landed on the bed, on Elle’s strong inner thighs, and along her bare cunt and her pelvis, where she was perfectly positioned underneath him with her legs open.
You pumped Spencer right through it, even reaching down to fondle his balls - milking him fully of a very large load that was a signature of just how long it had been since Elle had last let him cum. That thick cum seemingly going everywhere - and when he was shaking and about ready to collapse, you finally took your hand off his cock.
“Alright, you two.” Elle announced. “Now get down on your knees and clean up your fucking mess.”
Of course. That was the catch. That was your punishment. You had to share with Spencer.
You wanted to complain about it, but you decided better of it. You didn’t need a vibrating plug in your ass for the better part of tomorrow because you decided to talk back.
Spencer, still panting and dizzy, was quick to fall to his knees in front of Elle and start lapping at her pussy. He had to balance himself well with his hands still cuffed behind his back, but as usual, he was an overeager puppy. He shoved his tongue deep inside of her to taste her, rather than intentionally trying to clean up his mess. You let out a growl of annoyance and knelt down yourself, trying to shoulder him out of the way, poking your head in tightly beside his between her legs.
“Share, asshole.” You growled, moving to grab his hair to pull him out of the way.
“If you two don’t behave, then there’s gonna be some cages tomorrow. No keys for a week.” Elle warned in a dark voice, clicking her tongue in disappointment.
“You better not fuck this up for me.” Spencer whispered to you, seemingly trying to talk too quietly for Elle to hear.
“Hey-” Elle tried again, warning.
You then decided to do something very much in the name of sharing and behaving. (You needed to act boldly, quickly - before Spencer got you both in trouble.)
You licked a long stripe up Elle’s thigh, gathering up a healthy amount of Spencer’s cum onto your tongue before you grabbed him by the back of his hair. You yanked hard, pulling him to your mouth, shoving your tongue right into his mouth for her to see - mixing the essence of her that was already on his tongue with his cum. You purposefully made the kiss sloppy, pure tongues and very little contact of lips, like porn made for straight men. You even moaned loudly, putting on a show just for her benefit.
Spencer easily fell for it - moaning loudly when you pulled harder on his hair, and easily following your lead as his submissive instincts kicked in.
“That’s much better.” Elle sighed in delight.
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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a standalone oneshot. This fic is not intended to be continued, so please do not ask for a second part or a continuation. If you like this dynamic and you would like to see it repeated in a different fic (maybe with different kinks/different circumstances), you can definitely let me know by sending me an ask - but for now, if you're going to comment on this fic, please comment about the body of work that has been written.
