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kolsmikaelson · 3 days

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— PATRICK ZWEIG NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES — obsessed with him <3 need more gifs of him too

WARNINGS — 18 + content mdni, not proofread

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he’s sweet, no matter where you are he’ll make sure to clean you up and he’ll always make sure to get you water. he’ll do anything you ask of him really.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his thighs are his favorite. he loves the way that you love them. he also really likes his arms too. your hands are his favorite, he loves the way they wrap around his cock or the way they tug at his hair when his head is buried in between your thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves cumming in your ass, there’s something about the extra tightness that gets him everytime.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

fantasizes about he and art fucking you. he and art had messed around, a lot, when they were younger and still doing challengers together and even now that he’s found you, he still misses those times and would love to have art join you two.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

pretty experienced. he definitely knows what he’s doing and how to figure out how to get you going.

F = Favorite position (goes without saying)

he loves when you’re on top, riding him. he loves the view of your tits bouncing in his face and how he has the ability to kiss or nip at them at any point.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think it goes back and forth. let’s say, he’d gotten jealous because some guy was hitting on you, he’ll take you back to your place and fuck you till you know you’re his, but other times it’ll be soft and silly and unserious, you’re just a mess of limbs tangling together.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think he keeps it trimmed, so that it’s not too much out of control.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

so romantic. sometimes with how hard or rough he goes it’s harder to tell how romantic it is, but there's always those telltale signs such as him always making sure you get off before him, usually before he’s even fucked you, unless you’re both too needy to wait, but even then he’ll still make sure you cum at least once.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

not huge on it anymore now that he’s older, but if he’s out of town for a game and you weren’t able to come with he’ll resort to that in the middle of the night when he’s missing you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

spit kink, praise kink (receiving), choking, he loves shoving his fingers in your mouth if you’re being too loud.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his car. doesn’t matter if you’ve pulled over and are on the side of the road or safely parked in your garage, doesn’t matter he’s obsessed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

winning. the more he wins the more pumped up he is, and seeing how proud you are each time he wins really gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no piss kink (or any other bodily fluids excluding spit and cum), and nothing that’d put you in any real danger, sure he likes choking but in intervals, he makes sure it never lasts too long.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s a god at giving head. he’s so good at it and he knows it. i don’t think he prefers it either way, you’d both keep it pretty even in giving and receiving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on the situation! sometimes he’ll have a rough time and go slow and sensual other times he’d fucking into you like a jackhammer.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

sometimes (before a match) it’s all you have time for so he’s definitely not against them, but he does love taking his time with you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

to a certain degree. but he’d likely try anything once as long as his partner was sure they wanted it too.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can usually last 2-3 rounds before taking a break until you’re ready again and he can go for a couple more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

oh yes. once you’ve moved in together he’s got a drawer in the nightstand full of different toys. he’s got a fleshlight, rarely uses it though because why would he when he has you right next to him <33. but he’s got different vibes and dildos to use on you as well.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

biggest fucking tease ever. will edge you till you’re on the brink of tears just to stop touching you and rip your orgasm away from you. but he’ll whine like a bitch in heat if you try to tease him back.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not super loud but not super quiet. he makes sure you’re aware he’s loving what you’re doing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

definitely asks you about art, trying to feel out what you’d think about having a threesome, eventually going as far as to ask what you’d think about adding him into your relationship (you agree because in the time you’ve known him you’ve fallen for him the way you did for patrick.)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

decently big, i’d give him 5/6 inches soft, and he’s thick as fuck too.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty high. he feels that sex is the best way he’s capable of showing his love, he’s not the best with his words.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he passes out as soon as he’s done cleaning you up and getting you some water. the moment his head hits the pillow and has you wrapped up in his arms again he’s done for.

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kolsmikaelson · 5 months

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jealousy looks good on you

cw ; smutty little jealous!coriolanus drabble, public piv sex, 18+

“what the hell was that, huh,” coryo’s hot breath is hitting the shell of your ear from behind. his thick length stretching you beyond what you thought possible. his pace is brutal, but it feels so, so good. “asked you a question. the hell was that back there with sejanus?” his lips, rough against your skin, press hot, desperate kisses to the juncture between your neck and your shoulder.

“nothing! coryo i swear it was nothing.” coriolanus had been getting more and more stressed as the reaping had come and gone and he had to begin preparing lucy gray. he didn’t want to be spending all his time with some girl from twelve, he wanted to be spending it with you, his lovely girlfriend. after a particularly rough night, coryo hadn’t slept much, the hunger in his stomach keeping him awake for a good portion of the night. he couldn’t wait to see you the next morning, only to see you all over sejanus. it was an innocent, friendly gesture. the two of you were talking while waiting on the platinum haired boy and sejanus cracked a joke at the wrong time, causing you to laugh while throwing your head back and smacking his upper arm lightly. coriolanus in his tired, hungry state didn’t take the sight of you two together all that well, dragging you away from a confused sejanus and to a secluded hallway, promptly flipping your skirt up and sliding your panties off of you and straight into his pocket. immediately pulling his cock out and stuffing you full.

“you sure about that,” he speeds his thrusts up, flicking his fingers over your clit. “‘cause it didn’t seem like nothing to me. you’re mine y’know” his thrusts are starting to get sloppier, a sign that he’s reaching his orgasm. “not stupid sejanus’. mine.” he all but growls in your ear. coriolanus brings his free hand up to cover your mouth to keep your moans from wandering ears while fucking into your wet heat harder.

“promise coryo, baby, ‘m yours. don’ want sejanus, only you.” you promise him, already so fucked out. his hips keep rutting against yours, pushing your back against the wall harder as your head falls into the crook of his neck.

“i believe you,” he pants in your ear, “cum, my darling, it’s okay.”

coriolanus fucks your pussy through both yours and his orgasm. “i’m not done with you,” he smirks, pressing a harsh kiss to your lips. “you’ve still got making up to do, darling.” and before you knew it, you were back in coryos room, a chair shoved under the door knob to keep it from opening, on your knees in front of him with his cock in your mouth.

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kolsmikaelson · 4 days

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AND THEN THERE WERE THREE…

NOTES — just saw challengers today and absolutely needed to write smth for these two! only used a gif of art because theres none of the two of them and almost none for patrick </3, i’m a little rusty with smut so bare with me

WARNINGS — 18+ content mdni, slight challengers 2024 spoilers, fem!reader, kinda dom!art, pure smut/little plot, art/patrick interactions, talk of previous art/patrick sexual encounters, spit play, oral (m receiving), tit sucking, dirty talk, mentions of anal, little bit of aftercare, not proofread, lmk if i forgot anything!

REQUEST — Pls write a smut fic with reader and Art fucking in the hotel room (with Patrick watching) and reader asking if Patrick can join them and ofc Art can’t say no because he finds the idea of this super hot. Maybe reader makes Art and Patrick make out like in the movie 👀

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None of you were too sure how exactly this had started. You, Art, and Patrick had stumbled back into their hotel room after leaving the beach, each of you finding your own place to sit after Patrick opened up a beer, took a swig, and passed the can to you. You’d taken a seat closer to Art, having naturally gravitated towards him more so than Patrick. And quickly, you and Art were making out, leaving Patrick to watch.

You blamed the beer. And the fact that you found both Art and Patrick incredibly hot. One minute you’re at a party, dedicated to your best friend, Tashi Duncan, and the next you’re sitting on the beach being invited back to the guys’ hotel room, and the next after that, Art is stripping you of your clothes while Patrick takes a seat leaned up against the wall opposite the foot of the bed.

“Can I-” He begins, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, desperation clear in his eyes. At your nod, Art quickly yanks your shirt over your head and immediately pulls your body flush against his. He’s planting soft, wet kisses up and down your neck as his fingers work the back of your bra. His eyes widen the moment it drops to the ground.

Giving you a moment's glance he quickly sucks one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking and biting. Feeling as though he’s neglected the other one, he pinches and tugs on the opposite nipple, smiling around the one in his mouth at the moans you let out.

“Yeah, baby? You like this? Me with your tits in my mouth and my best friend jerking off while watching us?”

For a moment, you’d forgotten about Patrick. Your eyes shoot open, landing on him instantly. The sight of him, slouched against the wall, his hand already wrapped around his cock, with his eyes fixated on both you and Art. He looked so hot, you weren’t sure how you’d forgotten that he was even there.

“Mhm, ‘s hot.” you admitted, turning Arts face back to you, tugging his bottom lip back into your mouth. The blond pushes you back onto the beds that were pushed together - Patrick’s idea if anyone were to ask - and begins kissing up your stomach only stopping long enough to kiss each of your nipples. He grabs your face, pushing his fingers into your cheeks, making you open your mouth, before letting a large glob of spit fall from his mouth into yours.

“Swallow.” He smiles when you do so without complaint, even going as far as to look as if you wanted him to do it again.

Patrick moans at that, louder than before. Sure he and Art had messed around before, when they were both single and bored and needed a good fuck, that wasn’t new, but hearing that commanding tone in the blonds voice sent a shiver down his spine.

“God, that was hot.” Patrick sighs, laughing when Art gives him the finger.

“Fuck off, Patrick.” Both of them know he doesn’t mean it, if he wasn’t wanted there, you or Art would’ve said something, but you didn’t. whether Art knew it or not, both you and he wanted him to stay, and keep watching.

At some point during that interaction, you weren’t sure when exactly, Art had shed his pants and underwear. He was dragging the tip up and down your slit, up and down, stopping every few seconds to slap your clit with it. When your eyes finally landed on his length, it made your jaw drop. He was big, bigger than you’d seen before, he was long and girthy with veins running along the bottom of it.

He slowly slides into you, admiring the look of pure bliss on your face. He’d never seen anyone look so angelic. The closest comparison he could make was how Patrick looked when he’d first given him a blow job. He wouldn’t call the look on Patrick's face angelic perse, but it was hot, really hot. The reminder of that, and the way you’ve begun clenching around him, spurs him into you. His hips snapping into yours, his heavy balls hitting your ass with each thrust. It was unlike anything either of you had felt before.

I want him to join.

You weren’t sure that the words had actually left your mouth until the blond on top of you stopped his thrusts, looking into your eyes for a moment.

“That what you want, baby?” He murmurs, kissing sloppily up and down your neck, shivers running through your entire body at his touch. His fingers falling to your clit, flicking at it. The pleasure was almost enough to make you forget that he’d even asked a question.

Almost.

“Please,” Even in your fucked out state, you couldn’t help but want more.

“Come on, Zweig. You heard her.” Patrick grins, hopping to his feet, although slightly hesitant. He wasn’t sure where to go, or what to do. But his nerves dissolved the moment Art turned around, and gave him that look, one that he knew meant that everything would be okay. It meant that he just needed to get over himself and have a good time, everything would work out. After that he’s on the move towards you, giving Art a harsh slap to the ass as he goes past him, laughing when Art swats back at him.

Patrick all but flies onto the bed, having kicked his underwear off the moment he stood up, and his shirt is long gone, a mix of yours, his, and Arts clothes are scattered around the hotel room, sure to have lost at least one thing. But none of you had it in you to care, too overwhelmed with pleasure. Your mouth opens before he’s even fully on the bed, but he gets the message, quickly positioning his tip in front of your mouth, thrusting a few times before losing control and fucking your throat.

The three of you move in tandem for minutes, or maybe it was hours, Art would thrust into you, rubbing your clit with his fingers, while Patrick would be pulling himself out of your mouth at the same time. It felt as though this was a regular occurrence, as though it were normal. And god did you hope it would become a normal thing. The three of you, together, making each other feel good.

Tapping Patricks thigh lightly, you hum happily when he pulls out of your mouth, giggling at how quickly he begins to check and make sure you’re okay.

“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” The words come out of his mouth at lightning speed and it’s difficult for you to understand, but Art had and his thrusts slowed to a stop, hands leaving your body, giving you a questioning look as if repeating everything his friend had just said.

“I’m fine baby,” And then you say something neither of them could quite hear.

“Gotta speak up for us, sweetheart. Can’t do what you want us to do otherwise.” That comes from Patrick, Art nodding along with him.

“Want you two to kiss.” The words fly out of your lips and you’re suddenly shy, pressing your face into Patricks thigh, nipping at it softly.

Both men smirk at you before making eye contact with each other, giving a subtle nod.

“Well c’mon man, you know how I like it.”

The combination of Arts words, his sudden thrusts and Patrick taking it upon himself to flick at your clit, push you over the edge. The power of your orgasm makes your legs shake, your mind empty of anything this isn’t you, Patrick, or Art.

They’re still kissing, it’s all teeth and tongue and spit. It’s messy, and it only stops long enough for Arts mouth to fall open, moans spilling out as he comes inside of you, hot spurts of his come flooding your insides, leaving a white ring around the base of his cock as he fucks you through both of your orgasms.

At this point, Patrick has taken a step back, and is watching again. He’s stroking himself with one hand, squeezing just right and out of nowhere, Art reaches out, cupping the dark haired man's balls, tugging and rubbing on them just the way Patrick likes. The added pleasure sends him crashing over the edge, he barely has the time to move and aim his cum to where you and Art are connected, spilling himself all over your cunt and Arts cock.

Art pulls out and the three of you fall into a pile of heavy breathing, sweat, spit, and cum on the beds pushed into the middle of the room. Once you all catch your breath, Patrick is the first to speak.

“Wow.” It was simple, but it made you all burst out laughing.

“Wow, indeed.” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his pec, turning to do the same to Art.

“That was fucking hot.” Arts words make you all giggle yet again.

“Okay,” Patrick leans you into Art and pushes himself off of the bed, “‘m gonna get you two cleaned up, be right back.” He reassures you, hearing you whine at losing his presence. He comes back with a warm washcloth in hand, and a small cup of water in his other. He hands the water to Art motioning for him to take a drink and then give you some as well, while he bends at the waist, resting his knees on the floor and taking the cloth to your core, cleaning you as gently as he could before moving onto Art. Tossing the cloth to the corner of the room he pulls both you and Art into his embrace, enjoying the quiet for a moment before you break the silence.

“Round two? Whoever makes me cum harder gets to fuck me here first.” You smile slyly, placing your hand on your ass, giggling when Patrick snatches you from Arts hold, muttering something about how he ‘got you first last time and that it’s his turn now.’

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kolsmikaelson · 1 year

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Can you do a teacher catches fem yn and wednesday kissing

caught — wednesday addams x fem!reader

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a/n - first time writing for wednesday <3 thank you for your request!

You’re walking to your botany class when a hand reaches from around a corner and pulls you into the small hallway and a smile is brought to your face when you see Wednesday in front of you. Suddenly, Wednesday’s hands are tangled in your hair, keeping your lips on hers, as she nips at your bottom lip to gain access to the inside of your mouth. You wrap your hands around her waist pulling her chest to yours as you pull back for a moment of air, she opens her eyes and has a faint smile on her face. You look so good like this, you think, her braids are messy and her lips are pink and swollen. You lean back into her and smile into the kiss before you’re interrupted.

“Ahem.”

The sound of Ms. Weems clearing her throat caused you to pull away from Wednesday’s lips, moving to stand beside her.

“Miss Addams, Miss L/N.” Weems nods at each of you respectfully. “And what exactly are you two doing?”

You feel your cheeks heating up as you open your mouth, “It seems fairly obvious what we were doing, Ms. Weems.” Wednesday speaks, no trace of embarrassment in her voice.

“Wednesday!” you whisper-shout and lightly slap her on the arm, though there’s no point. It’s obvious that Weems heard you.

“Well Miss Addams, I’d suggest that the both of you get to your classes or else you’ll be late and we don’t want that, do we?” She asked, eyebrows raised.

“No ma’am, of course not.” Wednesday replies with a smug smirk on her face as she tugs on your hand and walks past Weems.

Wednesday knocks her hand into yours, her silent way of asking you to hold her hand as you walk together. “God, I can’t believe you did that.” you let out a laugh when she gives you a look as if to say really?. “Actually, yes, yes I can.”

“C’mon we can’t be late again just cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” The smile on your face is bright, it’s a lighthearted albeit true comment, each of you know that.

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kolsmikaelson · 5 months

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— WIN OR LOSE

— a/n - this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written hope that y’all enjoy <3. please comment and reblog if you did enjoy !!

— warning (s) - 18+ mdni, pwp, switch!reader & switch!art, nipple play, fingering, squirting, pussy eating, unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it), subby art in the beginning, not proofread.

— word count - 1k+

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“Looking so pretty for me baby,” you murmur, Art’s teary eyes looking back at you from his place in between your thighs. Your cunt clenches around nothing, the mixture of hearing the sounds coming from him and the sight of him desperately grinding himself against the mattress nearly pushing you over the edge. “My good boy, aren’t you baby? Doing so well for me.”

The blond moans in pleasure, the atmosphere in the room overwhelming him. Art hurriedly slides two long, slender fingers inside of your wet heat, almost immediately hitting that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “Love the way you taste,” he whined, pressing his lips to your clit, his tongue slipping between them and gliding over your nub before sucking it into his mouth yet again.

“Yeah,” you quip, tugging at his curls and gently pulling his face from your cunt “Then I’d suggest you get back to it if you want to cum, baby.” Deep groans leave his mouth sending vibrations through you, making your toes curl in pleasure. Your thighs tighten around his head and he wallows in the warmth of you, licking from your opening to your clit and back again. It’s like he can’t get enough of you. He isn’t sure he ever will. Art couldn’t think of a better way to spend his time, between your legs, each thigh on either side of his head with your pussy in his face, he could die a happy man.

Your mouth falls open into a silent scream as you squirt, your cum leaving a sleek shine across the lower half of Arts face. He peers up at you again, mouth still attached to your pussy, not wanting to let a single drop of you go to waste and you can see the cocky look in his eyes. He always got that way after making you squirt.

“C’mere baby.” you sighed hazily, relishing in the afterglow of your orgasm.

Art kisses his way up your body, leaving a final kiss on your clit before making his way up. He presses feverish kisses to your hip bones, leaving a trail of them up your stomach only to stop at your chest. He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, bringing his hand to your other breast, twisting and pinching at the neglected nub.

He lets go of your nipple with a pop, “Want to fuck you now. Please, let me.” he cried out, wanting more.

You don’t answer him, instead reaching down to grab his cock and line it up with your entrance. Art slides into you easily with how dripping wet you were. He kisses the back of his teeth, sucking in a deep breath at the feel of your tight walls clamping down on him. Giving you a moment to adjust to his size, he kisses your lips gently.

“Y’look so pretty when I’m fucking you like this,” his muscles tense as his thrusts quicken. Your walls clench around him at the praise. This exact scenario has played out between you two countless times and each time is just like the first. Hot, messy, gentle, loving. It was the perfect balance.

The blonds hips continue snapping against yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, each thrust feeling deeper than the one before. Neither of you could get enough. The headboard was slamming against the wall with how hard Art was fucking into you. It was a wonder to both you and him how there wasn’t a single mark on the wall.

Arts head falls into your neck making needy groans muffled against your skin, grasping his hair you lift his head up again and begin kissing him. It’s a mess of spit, arousal and your teeth are clashing against one another’s.

“‘M so proud of you, y’know that? Win or lose I don’t care.” You whisper once he pulls away. Your words cause the tears to spill over yet again, knowing he needed to hear it you didn’t mind cupping his cheek letting him nuzzle his head against your palm. Turning his head he places a soft kiss to your hand, the simple sign of affection tells you so much. He’s not only thanking you, but showing how much your words meant to him. He’s conveying how much he loves you.

His hips slowed, stuttering, showing how close he is. Reaching down with your free hand you cup his balls, playing with him the way you know he loves. Within moments he’s thrusting all the way into you, spurting hot ropes of cum into you, coating your walls with his warmth. His orgasm and the feel of his fingers feverishly rubbing figure eights into your clit set you off again.

Pulling out of you gently, Art falls to your side panting for a moment before pushing himself off of the bed and leaving the room for a few moments. Once he returns you see the wet washcloth he’s holding in one hand and a glass of water with a straw sticking out of it in his other hand. Walking up to you he sits on the bed beside you, putting the straw to your mouth, “You okay to hold this?” Art gestures to the cup, smiling softly when you nod, taking the cup from his hands.

Sliding down the bed he takes your thigh in his large hand spreading your legs bringing the wet cloth to your core. “Sorry, angel.” he grunted quietly when you wince at the attention to your overstimulated clit. Once he’s done cleaning you up, he wipes himself down quickly, tossing the cloth onto the floor.

Taking the glass from your hands he sets it onto your shared nightstand. Art quickly lies beside you, wrapping his arms around you while you’re curling into his side.

“So good for me,” you smirk lazily looking up at him, pressing a kiss to his pec. Rolling his eyes, Art leans down giving you another kiss smiling into it.

“You know it, baby.” He grins.

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kolsmikaelson · 5 months

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tutoring gone awry

cw ; smutty little thing, obsessive michael gavey, use of a dildo

“c’mon baby,” michaels lips against your neck feel like heaven. “y’can give me one more, i know you can do it.” his legs are spread across your tiny dorm room bed with you placed between them and notebooks and loose pieces of paper scattered all around you. his ankles have yours trapped, keeping your legs spread as he works the dildo into your wet pussy.

what was supposed to be just another tutoring session turned into a messy makeout session turned into michael fucking you with the dildo you keep stashed in the drawer of your bedside table. neither of you were sure how an innocent study session came to this but neither of you cared either. the pressure building in your stomach felt too good for you to. and michael was too obsessed with the idea of making you feel good that he barely cared about the aching pain in his dick.

the slow drag of the silicone against your walls felt nice, but it was nothing compared to when he sped up, and up, and up. he thrust it into you faster than you thought possible. “yeah? y’like that don’t you, baby,” it wasn’t a shock when his long, slender fingers make their way down your body, softly flitting over your collarbones, down to your nipples tugging on them for a moment, before finally they find your clit, rubbing figure eights into it.

before either of you knew it, you were squirting, soaking the bed and papers underneath you. the dildo almost getting pushed from your tightness, until michael pushed it in, all the way to the hilt, before dragging it back out a stuffing it into you again, fucking you through your orgasm. “next time, ‘m gonna do that with my cock, not this stupid fake one. i��ll make sure you don’t have a reason for this thing anymore.”

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kolsmikaelson · 1 year

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I’m rewatching Wednesday and when Xavier said he was ‘two feet shorter and about forty pounds heavier’ kinda made me think he’d have stretch marks? And idk I’ve been thinking of tracing them and like complimenting them

kiss me, kiss me — xavier thorpe x reader

word count - 734 join taglist warnings - slightly insecure!xavier, foul language

a/n - i wasn’t completely sure what way you wanted me to go with this so i hope you enjoy <3.

Xavier was coming out of his bathroom, sweatpants low on his waist and one around his neck to dry his hair and no shirt on, when you knocked on his door. He takes a moment to rub the water out of his hair before throwing the towel in his hands onto the foot of his bed.

“Hi baby.” Xaviers face lights up when he opens his door to reveal you with snacks in one hand and an extra blanket in the other. “So I was thinking we should go either comedy or horror tonight?” you proposed while you brushed past him to set your things onto his desk.

For a moment he’d forgotten why you were there, it was Friday, your movie nights. He wasn’t completely sure when they began but he certainly wasn’t going to complain about spending time with his favorite person. Sometimes you’d switch off between your dorms, however after the events with Rowan went down movie nights took place in his room more often than not. No roommate to interrupt the peace during whatever movie you or Xavier had picked and nobody to comment on the way you supposedly looked at one another — your roommate, Yoko, loved to point it out no matter how many times you’d denied it. Though both of you had feelings for each other, there was no chance in hell you were going to risk the relationship you had.

Xavier had a crush on you from the beginning of your friendship while your’s came a couple of months later. There were little things each of you did to show your affection for the other so as to not say your feelings outright. You’d keep a hair tie on your wrist at all times for when he inevitably forgets his somewhere, while he’ll give you little drawings most days. Sometimes they’d be of you in class or something he’d seen and thought you might like. Every time it was the latter he made a mental note to make it come to life for you at some point.

“Xav? What do you think?” you speak, breaking the boy from his thoughts.

“Oh uh whatever you want. Isn’t it your turn to pick anyway?” he shrugs.

“Y’know that I like to pick something we’ll both like.”you mutter, walking closer to him. Quickly, you bring your arms around him and pull him into a hug. Both you and Xavier stand in the middle of his room for what feels like forever, enjoying the warmth of his skin radiating out into the shared space between you.

Stepping back slightly, your eyes wander across his naked torso and they stop on the marks ranging from dark to light that are lining the area above his hips. It’s not as if you hadn’t seen him shirtless before, but seeing them up close sparked something in you. Lifting a hand towards the marks you let it hover above his skin. “Can I…” Xavier is nodding before you can get another word out.

You begin to run your thumb across the markings, tracing over them, learning and memorizing the way that they feel under your skin, the supple skin bumping up against your fingers.

When you glance up at him, the worried look etched on Xaviers face isn’t hard to miss. Your heart stutters and your smile falters as you realize how he might feel in that moment.

“Hey, I’m sorry don’t worry, I think that they make you look pretty cute.” your voice is soft-spoken, trying to convey the truth to the long haired boy. Xaviers worries fade away a little bit as a smile is brought to his face, sensing the honesty in your voice. His smile grows slightly bigger when he still feels your fingers tracing over the marks.

“Thank you.” the words fall from his lips quickly. Though he was short with his response you knew that he meant it.

“Kiss me.” Both you and Xavier blurt out at the same time. His eyes widen in shock and your shoulders shake with laughter.

Xavier cups your cheek and brings his head down to yours, and presses his lips on yours for the first time. It felt as if sparks were flying around you two. When you break apart, Xavier has a goofy smile on his face that makes your heart melt.

“Come on pretty boy. It’s movie time.” you smile.

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kolsmikaelson · 3 months

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rooster’s the type of guy to always have his hands on you twenty-four seven. not in a weird way, just in the way that he holds such an immense amount of love for you and he wants to always show it. the two of you often walk into the hard deck with his arm wrapped around your waist or his hand in your back pocket. or when you’re watching him and hangman play pool he’ll make sure you’re right there next to him. “gotta have my good luck charm.” he’d wink at you over his sunglasses. at the end of the night he has you in bed tucked into his side, arm thrown over your torso with soft snores leaving his mouth.

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kolsmikaelson · 3 months

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michael gavey is a chronic forehead kisser. no matter where you are what you’re doing there’s a high chance that he’ll press a kiss to your forehead a multitude of times. there’s something in knowing you find it comforting that also comforts him. you could be sat in silence studying, but the moment he gets up for a snack and hands you yours he’s kissing your head quickly before getting back to his work. or you could be walking him to class before heading back to your dorm and he’ll squeeze your hand before pulling you flush to his body in a sweet hug, and leaves one last lingering kiss on the crown of your head.

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kolsmikaelson · 1 year

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Since you’re taking requests I’ve got a fun idea for you :)

Xavier Thorpe and the reader running around in the rain! Just laughing and stomping in puddles :)

rainy days — xavier thorpe x reader

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a/n - i love this idea (and xavier) so much, thanks for the request <3.

Xavier was sitting hunched in front of a large canvas in his shed, listening to the rain pelt the roof as he worked on his next big project, a portrait of you. He’s had it in the shed for months as he worked on it, getting it to perfection before deciding the best time to show it to you. Xavier was waiting until it was near the holiday season and he was hoping to give it to you then.

His soft brushstrokes are interrupted by a banging on the door and a shout from who he could only assume was you to let you in. He rushes to cover the canvas — carefully as to keep it untouched by the cloth he throws over it — as he shouts for you to come in. There are butterflies in his stomach thinking of the many times you’ve sat in a comfortable silence with him as he painted, sometimes you’d ask him to draw something simple to bring to life to entertain you for a few moments before slipping back into silence.

Normally, Xavier hated other people being in the shed when he was working on something. Sure he’d sketch stuff in classes when he wasn’t paying attention or the same when he was in his dorm room, but something about having that space, his own space, was much more personal to him. The only person beside you and Xavier that were in the beat up old shed after he fixed it up, was Ajax. It was really only a few minutes while he came along one time when Xavier forgot something.

But the way he felt about you swayed his decision on letting you come into the shed, not that he minded. The first time you saw the inside you were in awe of the paintings and sketches littering the walls and the paint pallets and pieces of paper covering the tables. He showed you around the small room slowly, admiring the way your face lights up as you take in his artwork. Xavier wasn’t shy about his work — in fact he knew he was quite talented — but he always enjoyed the compliments when they came from you instead of from others.

“Come on, Xavier!” you ordered him excitedly while you took his hand in yours and led him to the door.

“What’s going on?” he laughs, running his hand through his hair, letting you lead him into the rain. He watched you laugh and spin in the cleared area taking in the rain.

“Oh have you not played in the rain before, pretty boy?” you joked, coming close to him, wrapping your hand around his wrist and gently pulling him farther into the rain, keeping him closer to you than before. You admire him, watching the rain wet his hair. You bring your hand to his hair silently asking permission to move his hair out of his face. He gives a slight nod, leaning closer to your touch, a ghost of a smile on his face while you brush the dampened strands of hair behind his ear.

“You look so good like this.” he smiles.

“What? I don’t look good any other time?” you feign offense pouting, the smirk on your face lets him know you’re only joking.

“Shut it. Y’know I always think you look pretty.” He watches her smile get wider, causing him to do the same.

“C’mon we’ve got rain to mess around in.” Xavier runs around you and bolts into the trees, holding his laughter in as he listens to you calling out his name before he dashes out from behind a tree and stomping his foot into the puddle in front of you, splashing it up the front of your pants.

Xavier throws his head back while he laughs and pulls you into his chest by your belt loops. He brings his frigid hand to your cheek and rubs his thumb across your cheekbone.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” Xavier confessed, focusing his gaze on your lips.

“Do it. Kiss me, Xavier.”

He wastes no time in pressing his lips onto yours. He bites your lip lightly, not hard enough to draw blood, smiling into the kiss as he gains access to your mouth. The two of you spend what feels like hours kissing in the rain before coming apart for air, when in reality it was only a few minutes.

“C’mon, we need to get inside before one of us gets sick.” Xavier takes your hand, kissing it sweetly, and leads you towards the gates of Nevermore.

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kolsmikaelson · 1 year

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imagine aemond who never sleeps in later than you but on the rare occasion he does, he won’t let you leave bed until he’s well awake. aemond who will tighten his arms around you and press his face so far into your neck that any desire that you have to get up dissipates on the spot. aemond who will litter your neck in soft kisses that lead up to your cheek, then your nose, then your lips. it’s not a side of aemond that you get to see very often so you choose to cherish it over anything else.

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kolsmikaelson · 3 months

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sleep deprived mike schmidt who’s too tired to fuck you after a long shift at freddy’s and keeps a multitude to toys in his bedside table to use on you when he gets home. when he gets home he makes a quick pitstop at abby’s room to check on her before making his way into your shared room where he finds you waiting on him. makeup done messily, nothing but the sheets on the bed covering your naked body. “which one y’want tonight, baby,” he murmurs, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes, “this one?” he questions, holding up a lengthy pink dildo, knowing it’s your favorite one. it’s similar in size to him and the closest thing you can get to mike when he’s gone. he’ll drag it up and down the insides of your thighs before slapping it on your clit, loving the way your body jerks in response to him. before you know it, he’s roughly slamming the dildo into you, fucking you fast and hard with it, just the way you like.

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kolsmikaelson · 1 year

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can you do wednesday and fem yn are dating and are like gomez and morticia and they sit beside eachother in herbology and are all over eachother till miss Thornhill says something

just like your parents — wednesday addams x reader

word count - 569 join taglist warnings - mentions of excessive pda

a/n - i hope this is what you were wanting, enjoy <3

When you were around Wednesday, the butterflies rustling around your stomach turned into a stampede of wild animals, unbeknownst to you Wednesday felt the same — though you might admit it, she never would — Wednesday felt her heart flutter the moment she laid her eyes on you. If she hadn’t known any better she would have thought there was something wrong with her.

From the moment you met one another in Ophelia Hall, you knew you’d fall for the dark haired girl. You weren’t sure what exactly brought your attention to her, maybe her dark sense of humor or when you were paired to work at Weathervane together and you’d crack stupid jokes and see a small ghost of a smile on Wednesdays face.

Fast-Forward, six months later you were sitting in Ms. Thornhills class, you were seated in the back of the small room — you’d playfully dragged her behind you to the desks but she hadn’t put up any sort of fight — when you’ve pulled out your notebooks your hand unconsciously gravitated towards hers. You knocked your hand into her own playfully to get her attention. The dark haired girl swiftly placed her hand in yours comfortably before looking to the front of the room where Ms. Thornhill had begun speaking.

Wednesday’s hands would always linger on your skin, no matter the reason why, it was something you noticed early on — though you weren’t complaining, you loved it. Out of your friends, she only ever became physical with you. Over time it became increasingly more apparent to not only you, but most others around you. Some days she would link her pinky finger with yours as you walked the halls, others she would wrap her hand around your waist and pull you toward her side. It became more of a thing in your shared classes as well. Especially in Thornhills class, the two of you shared not only a favorite class but a favorite teacher too.

As you were working on the assignment that Ms. Thornhill had given at the beginning of the class you were leant over whispering sweet words into Wednesday’s ear all while giving her small kisses when Thornhill approached your table. Quickly you separate from your girlfriend, the work on the table was suddenly much more intriguing.

“Miss L/N, you aren’t in trouble, you can look at me.” she says with a soft smile on her lips.

“I just have to say girls, the other day Principal Weems brought something to my attention and I think I must agree with her. You two are just like your parents, Wednesday. Morticia and Gomez never could keep their hands to themselves, it seems neither can you.” she grins when she sees the blush that was brought to Wednesday’s cheeks. She wasn’t alone, as you could feel the heat rushing to your own face.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. It’s quite adorable actually.”

You smile as the redhead walks back to her desk, waiting until she turns to let your head fall onto Wednesday’s shoulder and let out your laughter.

“Oh my god I can’t believe she just compared us to your parents.”

“Well, it seems that we’ve got some catching up to do, next time they’ll be the ones compared to us.” she sighs, turning your head to face hers and she presses her lips to yours with a small smile.

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kolsmikaelson · 2 years

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heyyyy

can i request a fic for conrad x fem!reader? one where you know when belly gets hurt at the bonfire? instead of belly, can it be the reader? after the reader gets hurt, conrad gets super mad at the person that hurt the reader and is all like “don’t ever touch her again”? after that it’s all fluff!

thank you!!!!!

lover boy — conrad fisher x fem!reader

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“no, thats my beer.” conrads drunk voice utters loudly, reaching to grab the bottle back from the boy that took the beer that he was reaching for. “what’s your problem man? it’s a party, relax.” the brunette scoffs.

“it’s just a party,” conrad repeats, mimicking the boys words. “okay? that’s still my beer, man.” he sneers.

“i don’t give a shit, give me my beer back.” he pushes the boy to the sand. the boy pushes himself off of the ground and lunges at conrad landing on top of him, conrad pushes him off and stands up, holding his hands up in fists.

a mob of people surround the two, watching them throw punch after punch. the hollers cheering the boys on is what catches your attention, getting up from your spot beside jeremiah and belly you take short strides towards them. you push your way to the front only to be met with conrad flat on the ground, with the boy back on top of him.

“what the hell? get off of him.” you all but shout, putting your hand on the boys shoulder to pull him away. the brunette looks back at you and scoffs, shrugging your hand off of him. you reach back, this time with both hands, ready to push him away, instead he stands to his full height and shoves you to the ground.

immediately conrad is on his feet, holding his hands out, pulling you to a standing position. “you okay, angel?” he asks, eyes focused on yours as he rubs his hands up and down your arms. giving a slight nod, you mutter a quiet yes before thanking him.

“the hell was that, huh? you keep your fucking hands off my girl.” conrad says, voice low and laced with anger. with every word he says, he steps closer to the boy. “got it?” he throws a punch, effectively knocking him to the ground. he nods and spits blood onto the ground beside him.

“yeah, yeah whatever. you got it lover boy.” he brushes the threat off as if it were nothing, pulling himself into a standing position before turning on the balls of his feet and stalking away from you and conrad, pushing his way through the crowd of people.

“d’ya wanna get outta here now angel?” conrad asks, a smug look covering his face.

“mhm, yeah gotta get you back home before you try and defend my honor again, maybe even your beer too.” you snicker, teasing him before cupping his face and pulling his lips towards yours. when you break apart conrads cheeks have a deep red blush tinting them.

when you arrive back at the house conrad lets you lead him up the stairs and into his bedroom. “connie? baby?” he hums in response, signaling that you keep speaking.

“what was that back there? i mean before he pushed me, why were you fighting?”

conrad sighs, knowing you’d ask sooner rather than later. “its just- all the stuff with my parents you know? i don’t know, it just has me feeling like crap lately. i know it was stupid to get so defensive over a fuckin’ beer but,” he trails off shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head, not knowing how to finish his thought.

“‘s okay connie, you don’t have to explain it. i understand.” you say sweetly when you see the tears in his eyes. “i’ve got you, and i love you connie.” you add, hoping to convey that you weren’t mad about what happened.

conrad wraps his arms around your waist pulling you flush against his chest, uttering a soft but sweet ‘i love you too’ into your neck.

“sure you’re okay, angel?” he asks looking into your eyes, changing the subject. “mm yeah i’m okay, guy pushes like a little kid.” you joke thinking back to when he shoved you.

“good. he looks like he does too.” conrad hums, holding back a smile.

“angel?” he questions, eyes closed as he rests his head on your chest. “can you mess with my hair? helps me calm down, relax y’know?”

you answer him wordlessly when you bring a soft hand to the back of his head, running your fingers through his soft hair, causing him to let out a soft sigh of contentment, “y’know you don’t even have to ask babe, love doing this.”

“now c’mon we’ve gotta get some sleep.” he groans, not happy about getting up from his spot curled next to you.

“okay you big baby, the sooner we’re laying down the sooner i can play with your hair.” smirking, you know you’ve won. conrad quickly stands, pulling his shirt off and lays on his side of the bed quicker than ever.

“connie!” you exclaim, giggles leaving your mouth when he tugs at your wrist softly, causing you to land right beside him.

“g’night love.” you press a sweet kiss to conrads lips before turning the lights off.

“sweet dreams my angel.” he smiles to himself when he can tell your breathing evens out and soft snores fill the quiet room. he presses one more kiss to the crown of your head as he closes his eyes.

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kolsmikaelson · 2 years

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hi hi! can I request “are you cold? here you go. come here.” with rooster? thank you 💕

pairing: rooster bradshaw x reader

warning(s) - use of y/n, pet names ‘baby’ and ‘love’, one sexual (ish)joke towards the end, not proofread

word count - 268

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“Y/N? Is that you?” Rooster’s deep voice rings through the quiet nighttime air. The faint sound of music playing from inside The Hard Deck and the hollers coming from the group when Phoenix beats Hangman in a game of pool again, her winning streak seems never ending.

“What’re you doin’ out here love?” Rooster sits in the sand beside you and he slips his arm around your shoulders. You take a deep breath and your shoulders sag, “Just getting some air,” The breeze picks up and you run your hands up and down your arms for a moment. “I liked how quiet it was out here.” You murmur. He nods suppressing a smile and looks at you when you turn your gaze out to the water, “The view’s nice tonight.” He speaks softly.

“Are you cold? Here you go.” He’s pulling off his hawaiian tee-shirt draping it over your shoulders. “Come here.” Snaking his arms around your waist he pulls you closer than before. “We’ll go back in soon, say goodbye and head home, yeah?” He asks into your hair, “Can’t have you freezing to death on me, baby.”

“Bradley!” you let out a laugh and slap his arm lightly. “I won’t freeze,” you roll your eyes in mock offense “But yeah that sounds good.” You twist your head and press a kiss to his shoulder.

“Get a room,” Hangman shouts, laughing as he opens the door of The Hard Deck for him and the rest of the crew to leave.

“Maybe we will.” Rooster smirks before he flips the group off as they all start laughing.

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kolsmikaelson · 2 years

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bonfires and jealousy — conrad fisher x fem!reader

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request by @gillybear17 — Conrad Fisher imagine they’re at a party at the beach and someone gets on the reader. Conrad gets mad and tries to fight the guy. The reader stops him and they go back to his house.

a/n — the ending kinda sucks but hope you love it!!

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“hey there, gorgeous.” you were sitting by the fire watching conrad mess around with steven and jeremiah when someone sat next to you. sighing, you shift to look at the boy, and you’re met with an unfamiliar face.

“hi guy i don’t know.” you mutter taking a sip from your drink, looking back at conrad wishing that he’d notice soon and come back to you.

“i’m danny,” he introduces himself. “what d’ya say we get outta here gorgeous.”

“i’ve got a boyfriend.” you grimace, scooting further away from the boy.

“who said he had to find out, huh?”

“i think he just did.” conrad interrupts before you can speak, letting a wave of relief wash over you. “c’mon baby, i’ll take you home.” he holds out his hand to you. taking his hand, you stand from your spot on by the fire, letting conrad wrap his arm around your shoulder and begin to lead you away from the party.

“she’s probably cheated on you already dude.” he calls out laughing and kicks sand at the back of you and conrad. your grip on him tightens when his body tenses.

“the fuck did you just say dude?” conrad asks, voice low and laced with venom. it’s obvious that he’s intimidated by conrad, “you heard me pretty boy.” he scoffs. before you even realize what’s happened, conrad tackled him into the sand and is on top of danny throwing punch after punch.

“jere- steven, someone stop him.” you yell not wanting to get in the middle, but when you saw the amount of blood coming from the boys face you knew you needed to call for then. you managed to catch the attention of most of the people around you, jeremiah and steven included. the two rush over and pull conrad away.

“don’t ever speak about her again.” he spits out and walks back to you, grabbing onto your hand, he utters an ‘i’m sorry’ and leads you to the car.

the drive back to the house was silent, the only sound to be heard was the wind flowing in through the open windows.

“baby? why don’t we go inside and i’ll clean you up yeah?” you reach over and lay a soft hand on his, not wanting to put too much pressure on his wounds. you lean over the center console and press a kiss to his cheek and brush a stray piece of hair behind his ear. for a moment you forget about the events that happened just a little while ago, it’s just you and conrad staring lovingly at one another.

“let’s go?” you murmur, causing him to nod again. you jump out of the car quickly not wanting to be away from him for too long.

closing the door to conrads room you motion for him to sit on the edge of his bed. “stay there, i’ll be back in a minute baby.”

when you come back you’re carrying cotton pads and rubbing alcohol, you take a seat beside him and take his hands in yours, examining the cuts littering his knuckles. “this’ll probably hurt connie.”

“ ‘s okay, i’ll be fine.” he smiles softly at you. “thank you for this, i’m sorry about what happened.” he lets you continue to clean his hands before he speaks again. “love you baby.”

“i love you more.” you look at him with nothing but love in your eyes. “don’t be sorry either connie, i’m not upset.”

bringing an injured hand to cup your face, he lifts your chin and places his lips on yours. in between kisses, both you and conrad whisper sweet nothings to the other and you only pull away when you’re both gasping for air.

he wraps an arm around you and flips you onto your back and keeps peppering your face with kisses.

“connie, baby,” you gasp through your laughter “what’re you doing?”

“ ‘m showing my girl how much i appreciate her.” he smirks, with a twinkle in his eye. putting the alcohol and cotton pads to the side, he lifts the covers of his bed to let you get comfortable, as soon as he’s back beside you, he had turned the lights off and pulled you into his side.

“night my love.” he says into your hair, leaving a kiss on your head.

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