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paradiseismine · 2 days
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Late Night Talking - Trevor Spengler x Reader
Love note from Nina: Aaaand I’m back again with some more Finnie cuteness and filth, lovelies. My boy Trevor is way too underrated around here, so it’s about damn time we turn those tables.
Pairing: Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters Afterlife/Frozen Empire) x f!reader
Warnings: mostly smut, but also some fluff. Also maybe this is kinda long (?) sorry not sorry etc
Summary: you visit the Spengler’s residence for a dinner party and end up having a lot more fun than you intended, if you know what I mean
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Your mom and Mrs. Spengler had become best friends, all of a sudden - neither of them had had much luck on that when they moved to the city, but ever since they first met in a 7/11 a month ago, they were inseparable.
It was a Saturday evening, and your mom was dragging you along to Mrs. Spengler’s house, for a dinner party of some sort. You weren’t in the mood, but she seemed so happy to finally have a new friend, you just couldn’t say “no” to her.
So, all dressed up in a cute black dress and strap sandals, you rang the doorbell.
- Oh, hello - a tall lanky boy with messy black hair opened the door. - Good evening, Mrs. y/l/n… And you must be y/n, right?
You nodded, smiling sweetly, as your mom greeted the boy as well.
- Hi, Trevor! Your mom told me all about you - she said, giving him a warm hug after she handed you the huge cake tray she was holding.
It was pretty heavy - your mom wouldn’t show up to dine at someone’s house without bringing dessert - but you could manage to hold it.
- Callie, there you are! - she squealed as she hurried to meet Mrs. Spengler in the kitchen, leaving you and Trevor behind.
- She loves your mom - you said to Trevor, chuckling.
- My mom loves yours too - he chuckled. - Hey, can I help you with that? - he continued, gently taking the cake tray off of your hands.
- Thank you Trev, that was quite heavy - you said, relieved. - Should we bring that to the kitchen?
So you both put the cake in the fridge and helped your moms with everything - from setting the table to organizing the kitchen.
You had a great time eating and talking to Callie, Trevor and his sister, Phoebe. After dinner was over, the moms opened up a bottle of wine and sat on the living room to talk, while Phoebe went to her room to sleep.
That left you and Trevor alone in the kitchen, talking. It was already close to midnight, and by the laughs you could hear from the couch, you were not going to leave the Spengler’s home for a long time. Halloween was just around the corner, so you asked Trevor if he was into horror movies.
- Hm, kind of… - he responded, finishing his glass of soda. - I think they’re way too unrealistic sometimes.
- Ugh, wish I felt like that too… Movies like Poltergeist and The Conjuring totally freak me out. I’m just afraid of ghosts, I guess.
Trevor nearly choked, but you couldn’t understand why.
- Do you like slasher movies though? - he asked, trying to move on with the conversation.
- Yeah, I love them! - you answered, excitedly. - My favorite one is Friday The 13th!
- The first one?
- The best one, right?
- Absolutely - he laughed, then pointing to your moms in the living room - I think they’re gonna take a while there… Wanna go upstairs and watch a movie? It can be Friday the 13th if you want.
- Of course, I’d love that! - you said and walked over to the living room with him.
- Mom, Trevor and I are going upstairs to watch a movie, ok?
- Sure darlings, go there and befriend! - your mom agreed, her voice sounding a bit different already. Good thing you were driving.
You two went up the stairs to Trevor’s room, still talking about horror movies and your personal favorites; but you noticed he would talk just as excitedly about any subject. The conversation was light and comfortable. Trevor was so nice to talk to. He was also really good looking. Something about his lanky figure, dark hair and dark eyes really stood out to you.
Up in his room, you couldn’t help but walk around and notice the various objects he had in there.
- Whoa, do you like Arctic Monkeys?
- Their “AM” album is, like, most of my will to live. - he chuckled. - So yeah, I like them a bit.
- That’s an instant classic if I’ve ever seen one, right?
Turns out, you and Trev had A LOT in common. You were into the same movies, the same music and even the same places to hang out. He was working up the courage to ask you on a date already.
- So, uh… y/n, would you… would you like to go to that record store downtown with me… Sometime? It doesn’t have to be like a date or-
You put your index finger to his lips, and his eyes went wide.
- But can it be a date, though? - you whispered, your finger leaving his lips as you put your hand on his cheek.
- S-sure - he stuttered. He was much taller than you, even with the heels you were wearing.
- I would love to - you smiled, your hand still on his cheek. - I could talk with you all night if you’d let me.
- Me too - he smiled, putting his arm around your waist and leaning in a bit. - Y/n… can I-can I kiss you? Or does asking that totally ruin the mood?
- Of course you can! - you laughed. - C’mere.
You leaned in and your lips touched his, lightly. You touched your forehead to his and looked him in the eyes. He pulled you even closer by your waist and kissed you again, way more eagerly this time. His tongue asked for entrance and you permitted it, in pure ecstasy.
- Hm - he broke the kiss - maybe we could move this over there? - he said, his head pointing to an armchair on the corner of his room. You nodded, your lips parted and swollen from the kiss.
Trevor sat down on the armchair and you sat nearly on his lap, but sideways, so your butt was down on the armchair and your legs were all over his lap.
He put his hands on your bare knees and caressed them gently as you continued to kiss, more slowly than before. Your dress was a few inches above your knees. Nothing too modest or too slutty, but Trevor secretly wished you were wearing the sluttiest dress possible, just so he could feel you up without actually lifting up your dress and risking getting slapped across the face.
Little did he know you were craving that touch. You lightly guided his hands a bit further up your thighs, giving him the permission he wanted. To touch your soft skin and get intoxicated by you.
You kept kissing him passionately, your hands wandering from his cheek to his neck to his chest. You grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and pulled him ever closer, wanting to savor him as much as you could. He let out a soft moan on your lips, so discreet you wouldn’t be able to hear it if you two weren’t all the way upstairs in his room.
Things were getting hot and heavy pretty quickly, but isn’t it always like that you’re young? His hands were gently caressing your upper thighs for a minute, as if he was mentally debating a way to ask you to take off your dress, but gave up on that idea.
His slender fingers gently slid your panties to the side, only to meet your soaking wet pussy. You hissed and moaned in his mouth as he kissed you hungrily while slowly playing with your clit. His touch was so light, it made you ache for more; but at the same time, it was perfect. He continued for a couple minutes, your moans in his ear increasing. That had to be Trevor’s new favorite sound.
- Trev - you called, your voice faint and breathy. He looked into your eyes. His gaze was dark and full of lust. His swollen red lips were slightly parted, ugh, he was so beautiful… - If you keep going, I-I…
But you couldn’t finish that sentence. Your back arched and your mouth cracked open, your body completely taken by that orgasm. Your eyes were closed for most of the time, squeezed in pleasure, but when you peeked through them to look at Trevor’s face, he was grinning like the devil. He got you good and he knew he did.
- You’re so pretty - he said, mesmerized, his fingers still touching your pussy until you closed your legs and he realized you had ridden out of your orgasm. - and you look even prettier when you cum.
You sat there in his lap for a moment, head on his shoulder, resting a little from such an intense sensation. Trevor had quite a cocky smile plastered on his face, seeming proud of himself for making a pretty girl cum. For getting the chance to make a pretty girl cum and succeeding.
- Alright, so not only you’re all tall and handsome and stuff, but you also got magic hands? - you said, your hair ruffled and your voice breathy.
- Magic hands? Really? - he laughed.
- I’m serious. - you said, laughing with him. - But now I feel the need to… reciprocate, you know?
Trevor’s breathing quickened. You sat on his lap properly now, one leg to each side of his waist, straddling him while cupping his face for another round of passionate kissing.
His kisses found their way down to your neck, gently nipping on your skin, making you shiver and squirm. His fingers started toying with your dress’ straps until he felt confident enough to pull them down slowly.
The black lacy bra you were wearing underneath was beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but the sight of your breasts is what made his mouth water. With your dress already down to your waist, he put his arms around you to try and unhook your bra. As boys normally do, it took him a few tries, but he finally got it off of your body, his hands quickly covering your breasts again, fondling them.
Your skin was so soft and smelled so good, his kisses returned to your neck and continued their way down to your chest. Your nipples were so hard already, he simply had to take them in his mouth. One at a time, he licked and sucked gently, earning some pretty urgent moans. You knew you had to keep the volume down so your mothers wouldn’t hear you two, but that couldn’t stop you from moaning softly, just enough for him to hear. Your body was a feast and he had never been this hungry in his whole life.
- I-I thought it was my turn, Trevor - you said, softly, his lips still kissing the skin around your nipples and his hands groping your waist firmly. Damn, this boy was definitely going to drive you crazy.
Kissing his lips once again, you reached for the hem of his T-shirt and slowly pulled it upwards. He helped you take his shirt off, and his bare chest was surely a sight to be seen. Back to the kissing, your hands now wandered from his cheek, to his neck, to his chest, to his belly and…
- A-are you sure? - he asked, as you were about to touch his belt to unbuckle it. He didn’t want to pressure you into anything.
- I am pretty sure - you said with a smile, playfully kissing his nose. - Can I?
He nodded eagerly, so you unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Trevor just sat still and watched as your beautifully manicured nails were touching his belt, then his pants, then his underwear.
You knelt down in front of him, using a pillow under your knees for comfort, and pulled his body closer to the edge of the armchair. You kissed his lips one last time, then his neck, scratching his chest lightly with your long nails, causing him to moan and bite his lips to avoid making too much noise.
You kissed down his chest, your nails now scratching his waist, and finally got to his underwear.
- Can I pull these down too? - you said, your big eyes pleading.
- Yeah - he said, barely breathing. - Please.
You gave him a naughty smile and pulled down his boxers. It was impossible not to lick your lips at the sight of that cock. The perfect length, the perfect girth, and that perfect pinky tip begging to be sucked. So you did it.
You took Trevor into your mouth hungrily, as your mouth was already watering just by taking his underwear off. Your head was bobbing up and down his thick shaft, as he tried his best to hold back any louder moans.
Suddenly, he grabbed some of your hair in his right hand and pulled your mouth off of his dick gently.
- Did I hurt you? - you said, looking worried.
- No, no, princess - he answered, scared that he might’ve offended you. - It’s just… you’re so so good… and so pretty… I’m afraid I won’t last, you know?
- It’s ok babe - you reassured him, caressing his bare knee. - You pleasured me selflessly, and I’m doing the same. If you want to cum now, then do it. I’d love to get a taste…
Your mouth went right back to sucking on his dick, your both hands now also added into the mixture. After a minute or two, it was too much for him to take.
- Y/n - he called, softly. You looked him in the eyes, mouth still around his shaft. You knew what was going to happen next. - I just… Please, can I cum in your mouth?
- Mhm - you agreed, not slowing down or stopping anything you were doing.
Trevor let out a muffled groan as he came in your mouth. You swallowed his warm seed at once, gently licking his tip clean afterwards.
- Fuck, you’re a goddess - he said, his voice faint, his eyes rolling.
You laughed a little and wiped the corners of your mouth.
- And you’re a darling. I’m glad you could trust me.
- Y/n - your mom called out from downstairs. - Is the movie over already? I think we should get going…
- In a minute, mom - you yelled in response.
You turned back to Trevor as he handed you your bra and put his own shirt back on.
- I had a great time with you today, Trev. Hope we can hang out sometime.
- Of course, I’ll text you - he started - there are already so many places I thought we could go together… You might just be the best company for basically everything. Specially late night talking.
You grabbed his phone off his desk, typed in your number and handed him the phone. Realizing what you just did, he smiled and held out his hand so you would give him your phone and let him do the same.
After the exchange of phone numbers and a quick good night kiss, you two got downstairs and pretended nothing had happened.
- There you are - Callie said as she saw both of you. - What did you guys watch?
- Friday the 13th - Trevor lied for both of you. - It was her favorite horror movie, and one of my favorites too.
- Aw, how cute. I’m glad you guys are friends now - your mom said, grabbing her purse. - But those old slashers have some awkward sex scenes, don’t they? We heard their moaning from down here.
- Glad they make movies more gory and less sexually charged nowadays, right? - Callie agreed.
Your moms were drunk and probably wouldn’t remember much about tonight. Thankfully, ‘cause your face and Trevor’s got just as flushed as if you had spent the entire night sipping wine.
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reareaotaku · 3 days
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No Where 2 Run
Part 1: I Want 2 Watch You Bleed Summary: You have to find a way out, but with Miles' eyes on you constantly, it makes it near impossible Tw/Cw: Being Held Hostage [Practically], Paranoia, slight NSFW/Non-con, More Porno-Magazines mentioned Taglist: @littlebrattsblog [Might make a part 3 where she actually escapes? ]
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You had to figure out a way out. You weren't exactly sure how you were going to do it, but you were more determined than ever. There was only problem; Miles. You could feel his eyes on you constantly, like he was waiting for you to make a mistake.
Just as he said, he didn't tell anyone that you tried to leave, especially Mrs. Grose. He probably kept it to himself, because Mrs. Grose would fire you if she knew. Speaking of keeping to himself, that's quite literally the opposite of what he did. Your responsibilities had somehow changed to not only taking care of Flora, but also Miles.
Mrs. Grose was seeing Miles improve while taking an active interest in school and excelling in his studies without causing bodily harm to another student. Probably because he had a new special interest that he inflected his sadistic nature on; You.
Though, you may have just found your escape thanks to Flora. She had mentioned Miles' 18th birthday, which was around the corner, which caused a lightbulb moment. At 18 he'd be considered an adult in the eyes of the law, though, it seemed he already knew what you were thinking.
"You still planning on leaving?"
You didn't respond, but it didn't bug Miles. Instead, you focused on folding clothes.
"You think when I turn 18, you can go to the police or something? Even if you were, what would you say? Besides, who do you think they'd be more... 'inclined' to believe?"
"You think they wouldn't believe me?" You finally respond, grabbing a shirt and folding it tightly.
He smiles, "I didn't say that. Money can make people do... irrational things."
"So you'd bribe them?"
"Extortion sounds better-"
"Extortion is like blackmail-"
"Which is what I'm doing to you." He reaches for a bowl of candy next to him and unwrapping a piece of hard candy. He pops it in his mouth, sucking. "Besides, if you were to leave, where would you go?"
"Anywhere," You offhandly remark, not putting to much aggression into it.
"You know if you stay, you could be happy," He gets up from his seat and walks towards you, though stops a foot away, "You'd never have money problems-"
"But I'd be stuck with you."
"You make that sound like a problem." He was angry and you could sense his aggression rising.
You decided to change the subject, "So, speaking of you turning 18, any plans?"
The mood quickly changed and you could sense the air had less tension.
"No. There's not much I want."
You could feel his gaze on you. Looking you up and down, like a predator watching it's prey, but it's probably how he saw you- prey. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Miles flickers his eyes up to your face, wishing you were looking at him. "Actually there's only one thing I want- from you anyway."
You huff, rolling your eyes, "In your dreams."
"Who's to say dreams can't become reality?"
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You knew he had the keys somewhere in his room. Thankfully you had found the perfect moment to look when he was outside with Flora teaching her to ride the horses. You pulled out his nightstand only to be met with multiple torn-out porno magazine pages. They were obviously... used, but that wasn't the disgusting part.
The girls in the pages looked like you. Though you decided it was a coincidence... Sure, they had h/l [Hair Length], h/t [Hair Type] h/c hair. And so what if they had s/c skin and e/c eyes. It also didn't help that their bodies looked like yours.
You decided to stop looking at the pages and push past them while making a mental note to wash your hands. Your eyes nearly lit up when you saw metal. You reached for it, but froze when hearing a voice.
"What are you doing?"
You squeezed the keys inbetween your hands, before looking back at Miles. "Nothing. Just cleaning out your drawers."
He looks you up and down, his eyes being drawn to your hands, before looking back at your face, "Clean out my drawers? I don't need them cleaned."
"You need them deep cleaned-"
"I like it the way it is, so you can leave."
"Okay... Yeah." You get up, wipping your clothes, before walking past him.
"Oh, Y/n?"
You turn towards him, "Yeah."
"If you wanted to go through my sex stuff, you could just ask. I'm not ashamed. I'm more than happy to show you."
You felt a shiver run down your spine; Not a good shiver either, though you decide not to respond.
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It was dark again. So dark you couldn't see a foot in front of you. You decided this time you could leave and you wouldn't stop if you heard him. You rushed down the stairs, trying to stay as quiet as possible, though a part of you didn't care.
You smiled when seeing the car- Though when you put the key in and turned, the car didn't start. You heard a knock on the window, causing you to groan because you already knew who it was. You manually rolled down the window before glaring at the male.
"You think I didn't know you grabbed the keys? Besides, I took out the battery the last time you tried to leave. You should have been smarter than that. Though, I find your efforts cute." He laughs, an evil laugh that just makes you angrier. He leans on the window, "So are you coming in or are you going to try and escape again?"
"You know this isn't the end, right?"
"I wouldn't dream of it."
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ifangirlalot · 5 months
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if ur still taking requests i would love to see submissive miles fairchild or sal fisher, the thought of either writhing under u, whiny and needy is just too good
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┊ ˚➶ 。Miles Fairchild ˚ ☁️
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Miles is sputtering beneath me, his eyelids fluttering almost helplessly as he babbles incoherently with every up and down motion of my body. Despite how controlling and demanding he is, how intimidating he is, it surprisingly wasn't very hard to turn into a whimpering, stuttering mess. Turns out, it's a lot easier to do so when he isn't actually in the house. Quint's influence can't touch him if he's not on the property.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love Miles fucking me into submission and degrading me to the fullest, but it's so amazing that I could reduce a headstrong, controlling, dominant force into nothing more than a pile of whimpering, begging filth.
Slowly, I reach my hand down and wrap it around his throbbing cock, pressing my thumb against his clothed tip. In response, Miles let out a surprisingly high pitched whine, his back arching slightly. "A-ah.. oh no, Mistress.. n-no, not there, I don't wanna cum yet.. n-no please.." he begs softly, eyes still squeezed shut as though he's afraid of he looks at me his cock will explode with cum.
"Hush." I say gently, yet firmly. I've quickly discovered that Miles prefers to be praised, which fits well with the person that he is. Miles normally doesn't like to be told he's doing something wrong. It wounds his otherwise enormous ego. Which is what I want. Ignoring him, I go back to rubbing his leaking tip through his boxers.
"No, Miss! P-pleaseeeee..! Oh please, I'll do anything just please don't make me cum.. I want your pussy, I want your boobs, please.. oh GOD please!" Miles continues to beg. I roll my eyes like it's a chore for me and slowly pull his boxers down to his knees, allowing his fully erect dick to bounce out, almost hitting his stomach. For such a skinny guy, Miles is packing some heat down there. If Miles were in charge, he'd be making me tell him how big it is. Except now, I'm the one in charge, and that brings a smirk to my face.
Miles let out another tiny whimper, and I can feel him watching my face, trying to gauge my reaction to his cock, so hard and ready for me. But I keep my face blank and impassive on purpose, just to beat his ego a little.
"I-it's big.. right Mistress?.." Miles finally asks, tentatively.
It is big. It's really big, actually. But the point of this whole scenario is to humble him, so I shrug, which damn near brings Miles to tears, based on his hurt look. But he very noticeably doesn't use the safe word I gave him, so... Maybe he kinda likes being put in his place?
"Size doesn't matter, my love. Now shut up and I'm gonna ride you, okay?" I smirk and reach for the pack of condoms in Miles's nightstand. Miles doesn't like to use condoms, he says he doesn't like the feel of latex on his cock. But, just tonight, I'm going to make him wear a condom. In all seriousness, if he's going to accidentally knock me up, I'd rather it be on one of the nights he's railing me straight into his bed.
When he sees where my hand is going, he whines in protest and starts to squirm. "Oh no.. n-no, ma'am, please no condom, y-you know I don't like them, please.."
"You'll wear it and you'll fucking like it or you'll have to use your hand." I say firmly, my jaw set.
Miles whimpers and squirms more, begging a little more feebly now. "B-but.. you like t-to.. f-feel my.. my cum.." He gulps as I pull out a single packet and rip it open. He whimpers again, knowing that he's lost.
"Shut up, or I'll stuff my underwear into your mouth to shut you up myself." I say, my voice low and commanding.
Miles's face goes bright red and he moans lowly, a shudder ripping through his body.
Oh, this is going to be fun.
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┊ ˚➶ 。Sal Fisher ˚ ☁️
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"Pleasepleaseplease, just.. just let me.. please I want to, I-I want.." Sal's words are coated with a whimper. Drool pooling out of his heavily scarred mouth. His prosthetic lays on the bedside table, the straps hanging limply over the edge. Without his mask, he can't stop drooling, due to the hole torn into the side of his cheek. Most people would think his face is grotesque, but to me it's weirdly beautiful.
Sal's hands are tied together to the bedframe, his lean body squirming underneath mine.
"Shh.. shh.. not right now, we're only just starting, baby.." I say softly, cupping his cheek as my thumb caresses his cheek. My affection makes him whine quietly as he pushes his face against my hand, seeking more. I smile and slowly pull my hand away. I put my hands on his sides to hold him steady as I slowly start to ride him a little harder. He writhes under me and moans out loudly, pushing his hips quickly against mine.
"Mommy.. mommy.. pleasepleasepleasepleaseee.. Gonna.. gonna cum.. m-mm.. I g-gotta.." Sal's adorably pathetic whines almost make me want to give in... but no. That would be too kind. I can see his hands struggling against the restraints, trying to reach out to touch me. His one real eye is glazed over with tears, like he's trying to coax me into untying his hands so he can grab me and hold me against him while he fucks himself into me.
I wrap my hand around his wrists and hold them tight while I bounce my hips quickly. "Don't you cum, Sally. If you cum we'll have to keep going until I want to stop."
He moans loudly and shakes his head in a somewhat lazy way. "N-nuh.. nuh.. oh please no, c-can't take it.."
Eventually, I slowly pull myself off him. His cock is so coated with fluids, both his and mine, that it's shiny with it. I smirk and grab a handful of his electric blue hair and hold his head down as I slowly sink onto his face.
Sal is really good at having his face ridden.
His tongue immediately gets to work swirling around. I moan quietly and tilt my head back, my mouth dropping open in pleasure. "Oh yeah.. that's my good boy.."
His tongue is coated with moisture and it's cold, which makes it all the more better. I rock my hips quicker, clutching his hair harder, causing him to whimper muffledly against my pussy.
Oh, this is going to be an incredibly fun night for me.
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b0ytr4sh · 1 year
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finn wolfhard is the kinda guy to ask "is anyone gonna play the repressed gay kid?" and not wait for an answer
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sluttyitgirl · 8 months
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HERE FOR YOU — FINN WOLFHARD
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pairing: finn wolfhard x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ content, smut , p in v sex, first time, fem receiving, soft sex.
note from jazzy— requests are open!!
"Are you sure..?" finns breath hit my ear as he whispered into it and carresed my thigh while he was in between my legs. I look into his eyes , playing with his hair.
I was topless, and so was he , we've been dating for almost a year, and up until now, we haven't done anything sexual. I knew I loved him , and in his own words, he said he loved me too.
"I wouldn't want to do this with anybody else..." I mumbled , running my thumb across his jaw as I examined every freckle and feature on his face.
He smiled, a smile that made me fall more in love with him every day. He kissed my cheek and then went down to my neck as his hand traveled down to the hem of my shorts. I moved my head up to the side, giving him more access to my neck.
His kisses traveled from my neck to my jawline before he looked up at me, then down at me shorts. As his thumb ran over the button, he looked back at me, waiting for my permission. which I grant him with a nod and a small nervous smile.
Once my pants are off his lips, meet mine again, and my arms wrap around his neck, then to his hair. once he pulled apart, he removed his body off of me to stand up and remove his own pants, I decided to be a bit bold and removed my underwear . his eyes glistened at the sight, and he speaks breathlessly? "God, you're beautiful..." he gulped slightly before removing his own set of boxers.
Once those are off, he climbs back in between my legs , placing a small kiss on my nose. "do I need to use a condom or are you-"
"I'm on a pill, so.." he smiles, nodding
"Are you sure you don't wanna back out now?" he asks softly. I shake my head , "No.." I say, placing my hands on his chest. "I'm ready," I smile softly.
He nods before spreading my legs a bit more. I feel a rising pain under there and groan quietly as finn goes in slowly. "it's okay, precious. I'm here for you," he says as he places kisses around my face. my hands crawl to his back , biting my lip ad he's almost fully in me, and once he is, he sits there for a moment, letting me adjust to the size of his member.
"I got you, baby.." he mumbles , and I look at him."You can move now, finn. " he nods as he pulls out slowly, then goes back in at the same pace. he continues that patern only each time he's a little faster than the last thrust.
"Oh, finn..." I moan while my hands are tugging on his hair, making him groan. "s-shit, you feel so good~ You're doing amazing, baby~" his thrust sped up a bit more, making both of us let out slightly louder sounds. I moan louder as he hits my g-spot over and over just the right way at just the right pace. I was basically in cloud 9 because of the way he moved his hips so perfectly.
"Feel good, my pretty girl? my pretty, pretty girl– fuck" he groans.
"s-so good finn~ please k-keep going~" I mewl.
the sound of wet hot skin clapping and moans mixing fill the room. finn was thrusting harder but in the most gentle and caring way. he whispered in my ear , praising me and leaving kisses, leading me to reach my high. I knew he was close to as he dug his head I into my shoulders, and I could hear mumbled whimpers. "shit I'm close, finn..." I throw my head back , as the knot in my stomach unties and I release onto his cock , making him cum aswell. thank god, i was on a pill.
he stops his sloppy thrusts, and his body falls onto mine before rolling off. he looks at me, still trying to catch his breath slightly, and so am I. I smile weakly at him as his hand travels along the side of my face.
"You were amazing, gorgeous.." he smiled. I pressed my head onto his chest as he messaged my head , helping me fall into a much needed sleep.
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beautyislovley · 9 months
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𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙙
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“You mentioned Miles… who is that Flora?” Kate asks the young girl. “Miles is my older brother, he’s at school right now though” Flora said with an upset face. “Is he always at school?” Kate asks hoping to not deal with a teenager. “No—he plays games with me but when he’s not he’s hanging out with Y/n” Flora said as she smiled once again. “Y/n?” Kate asked, a name she didn’t know. Flora sighed “her” Flora said with her tiny finger pointing to the teenager washing the dishes. “She’s a maid—why would he be spending time with her? Isn’t she older then him?” Kate asked as she felt a pit in her stomach from the thought of Miles(a teenager) hanging out with 𝘩𝘦𝘳(“an adult“). “Nope—she’s a couple months younger then Miles actually” Flora smiled as she sat on the couch with Kate across from her.
“Why is she working here if she’s a teenager, doesn’t she have school” Kate asking a million questions. “She’s homeschooled and Miles wanted her here after—“ Flora’s voice trailed off. “After what?” Kate asked, she was already intrigued. “I’m not supposed to say”—and with that Flora ran off. “Weird” Kate mumbled to herself as she watched the young girl run away to wherever she wanted. There was no telling where she had gone due to how big the house is. “Hi” Kate said scaring Y/n “oh.. hi” Y/n smiled at her as she put the last dish down “don’t you think it’s unprofessional to hang out with someone who’s parents you work for” Kate asks immediately changing her tone causing Y/n’s brows to furrow “I uh… no? It was Miles Idea to start hanging out as we are the same age” Y/n replied trying to reason with Kate but by Kate's face it was obvious that she wasn’t having it. “I suggest you stop plus Flora mentioned your homeschooled” Kate said earning a nod from Y/n “yes I am-“ “if the reason your homeschooled is to spend more time playing than working than that is disappointing” Kate spoke before leaving Y/n alone to think.
Why was Kate so aggressive towards her? She has only just met her. Maybe she was right? Maybe it was stupid that she spent her time with her best friend and his little sister.
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“Y/n” Miles knocked on her door constantly, he had just got home from school accidentally scaring Kate and was ready to tell Y/n about his time there. “Yes Miles?” Y/n asks as she opens her door pretending to act sleepy but she really wasn’t and he knew that. “Let me in” Miles groaned as she sighed, letting him in he sat on her king size bed “what’s wrong? you seem… off” Miles asks as he grabs her hand bringing her closer to him “this is unprofessional Miles.. we shouldn’t be as close as we are” Y/n responds as she pulls her hand away. “Haha very funny” Miles says as he goes to grab her hands once again but she pulls away looking down. “Y-Your serious?” Mikes asks as he stands up, she looks up at him nodding “did Mrs. Grose say anything to you while you were cleaning cause I swear—“ “No Miles—it was the new baby sister for Flora.. Flora told her about us being close friends and she talked to me saying that it was unprofessional for us being friends because I work here and..” Y/n strolls off “and what Y/n?” Miles asks as he sits her down seeing as she was in a trance. “and she was right Miles” Y/n said causing Miles to shake his head, pulling her in for a hug “no she wasn’t and if it bothers her that much than i’ll teach her a lesson” Miles says as he rubs her head.
Needless to say he learned what Kate was afraid of and used it to his advantage whenever he could.. and she won’t be complaining about their friendship any time soon.
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super-nova5045 · 2 years
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IM CRYING LMAOOOO
my friend has a family friend who went to primary school with finn wolfhard and apparently he was invited to finn wolfhard’s birthday in 2nd grade and this poor family friend didn’t know how to sign birthday cards and signed it “love from JJ” and finn wolfhard called him gay 💀💀💀 IM ACTUALLY LOSING IT 
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Edit: OKAY IMAGINE ZIGGY’S THERE TOO, EVERYONE STOP @ -ING ME!!!!
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tobylovesspence · 1 year
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ok but miles Fairchild fucking his sisters babysitter 🤭
Ok but I love this idea 🤭 I really tried to do it justice
Miles Fairchild x babysitting!FEM!reader
Contents: smut, the use of the word princess towards the reader, lightly dominant Miles, overstimulation
Miles had a streak for running off babysitters in the area so well that no adult would take the job of babysitting Flora. You, however, needed the extra money and we're Miles age so you weren't very fearful of the kid, more confused how some preppy school boy had scared off several adult women. You had decided to take the job of babysitting Flora and tutoring her and so Ms.Grose let you stay in a guest room which you thought was sweet of her even though she seemed quite stoic.
After a couple weeks Miles had yet to show any "aggressive" or "destructive" tendencies those other babysitters of Flora had told you about when you took the job. He was actually quite sweet toward you. "Flora you wanna play hide and seek?" Miles had asked as you stepped into the room, "oooh yes. Y/n you should join!" Miles smiled at you, as if he was truly hoping you would. "Sure, that sounds like a fun way to spend the day!" Miles grinned, telling Flora he would be it. You had told Flora to hide well before running off toward your room, hiding in the spare room connected to your own, you assumed it was a sewing room.
After a few minutes you heard footsteps enter your room and you held your breath, smiling to yourself at your hiding skills. The door knob slowly turned and you held your breath. "Hello princess." Miles said as he stepped into the room, you crouched further into your hiding spot behind a mannequin. You watched his feet step across the floor when a loud sound hit the wall and you quickly looked toward the sound. You saw a tennis ball roll across the floor. Shit. "Hi sweetheart!~" you turned around quickly. "You win." You defeatedly stood up. "No actually Flora's still hiding." He had stepped closer and you had stepped back toward the table in the center of the room.
You suddenly felt hot and stiff from his gaze alone. You took a hesitant step back and he took a confident step forward before putting his hand under your thighs and lifting you onto the table. "Miles..." He smirked at your desperately quiet voice. "Yes hunny?" His voice was so sultry, it was quiet as he egged you on, he wanted you to beg, fall apart in his hands. "Miles please" he tsched at you, "Please what sweetheart? You know I can give you what you want if I don't know what it is." You moaned quietly as he massaged your thighs. "Please Miles I want-" your eyes started to water, shame, at the way you were begging for him, washing over you. "You want what Y/n?" "I want you!" It was quick, a little loud.
You had gotten impatient and clearly he had too as right after you had spoken he had grabbed you and carried you to your bed, dropping you on it. He locked your bedroom door and stood at the end of the bed right between your legs. Miles softly pushed your skirt up, pulling your panties slowly down your legs. "Oh god" he groaned at the trail of slick between your panties and your folds. "You look so pretty for me hunny, and soo wet" Miles experimented with how far he could go as he rubbed two fingers up and down your folds, collecting your wet arousal on his fingers. He slowly pushed them into your entrance as you, groaned loudly. He slowly began to speed of his pace and began to finger you, his fingers covering in your slick. "Good job princess, you're taking this so well." Your core began to feel warm, you knew what was coming but then Miles quit his actions and pulled his fingers out of your pussy with a pop. "Miles..." You whined, your ball of tension slowly relieving. "Calm down princess, you'll get what you want soon enough."
How true could that be, you got what you wanted several times. Somehow you had been here for almost half an hour with Miles thrusting into you, making your head spin and your legs shake. You didn't even know how many times you had cum anymore as Miles had your leg over his shoulder and his hand over your mouth "good job princess, you're doing so good for me" your eyes rolled back into your head as he spoke in his mumbled whimper and you came on his cock again. "Miles it's too much" you can handle it princess, you've got this." You were too cock drunk to do anything but whimper as your overstimulated hole clamped around his dick as he thrust up into you, his hips began to stutter as he began to get close to his release once again. He groaned quietly cumming in your pussy as you whimpered and came once more yourself.
You both laid on your bed, panting and trying to calm your beating hearts. "Y/n? " Oh shit. It was Flora at your door, she tried to turn the knob but it was locked. You whimpered quietly before stuttering out a response of yes Flora. "I can't find Miles. He flinched beside you. "I think he gave up looking and went out to the stables." You heard her sigh "ok I'll go look for him" you had replied ok Flora and Miles had gotten up to get dressed. "I hate you." He laughed, "I love you too hun." He kissed your lips softly. "Do you think I could lay with you tonight?" It was your turn to laugh. "After all of that? You'd better!"
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bylerspookie · 6 months
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why are literally all of Finn Wolfhard's characters gay cutie patooties with mental illnesses
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baby-ditzzy · 2 years
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toxic trait is thinking i could make him fall for me after one convo <33
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paradiseismine · 16 days
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Finn Wolfhard Headcanons
Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x f!reader
Warnings: a bit of fluff + lots of smut (but mostly soft smut, cause Finn is a gentleman)
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Love note from Nina: I’ve just started this side blog due to the recent lack of new Finn smut content on here. Basically, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Requests are open and I’ll write for all of Finn’s characters (and Finn himself, duh), except for Richie. I hope you all like it, I can also take constructive criticism quite well (English is not my first language) :) anyways:
Fluff
- Finn Wolfhard was definitely born in the wrong era: you couldn’t believe that one of gen Z’s most prominent stars would simply love to show off some old timey chivalry.
- Whenever he’s going to drive you somewhere, he always gets out of his car, walks around it and opens the car door for you. When you reach the destination of each drive, he does the same thing, but also offers his hand to help you stand up.
- If he takes you to a restaurant, he’s also going to pull up your chair so you can sit - and, for God’s sake, you’re not even touching that bill. It’s always his treat. He just wants to make his girl happy, and you must let him, of course.
- Despite fame and all it includes, Finn is not hesitant in holding your hand or having his arm around your waist in public - as long as you’re okay with it. He loves to show you off, he’s so proud to have you as his girlfriend. Everyone around you must know that.
- Being a rising star, your schedules don’t always match perfectly, so he’s bound to spend a few weeks away every once in a while to film/direct something. That being said, one of his main love languages is gift giving: he loves to bring you little presents from all his work trips - mostly small dainty jewelry, beautifully knitted sweaters and well, basically anything that made him think of you while he was away.
Smut
- Whenever he gets back from a work trip, you already know what to expect: being showered in gifts and physical touch. He missed you a lot and you must know how much he did.
- Neck kisses are a must. Finn knows the exact spot that makes your knees buckle, and he’s not afraid to use that knowledge in his favor.
- There’s usually lots of whispering in your ear about how much he missed you, how good you smell, how smooth and perfect your skin is. Your earlobes are also getting plenty of nibbles and gentle sucking. He’s all about those pretty moans he gets out of your lips.
- When it comes to taking clothes off, Finn is always subtle and delicate. His fingers lightly trace your dress’ thin straps and pull them down slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him if you want - but you’re always as hungry for him as he is for you.
- Each little piece of newly exposed skin gets its round of kisses and gentle touching. Finn worships your body and your soul more than anything else in the world. He wants you to know how much he appreciates you, he wants to make you feel safe in his arms at all times.
- When the time comes, Finn loves to eat your pussy. He loves the smell, the taste, the texture, everything. The way you shiver under his touch, hissing and squirming, always gets him hard in a split second. His big warm hands know their way both around and inside you: the perfect speed, pressure and angle. That boy is sure to make you cum and suck off his own fingers afterwards - you taste so good he can’t get enough.
- Finn’s a gentleman, of course, so he takes the “ladies first” thing quite seriously. If you haven’t already cum at least three times, your pussy is not soaking wet and you’re not begging him to enter you, you’re not ready for him yet. He takes his sweet time driving you crazy before claiming you.
- As he lines up with your sweet entrance, he always always always looks you in the eye and asks, his voice faint with lust “may I?” As desperate as he is to get engulfed by your delicious cunt, he still finds consent to be the hottest thing ever - and so do you.
- After he gets a verbal response (‘cause I swear that boy can be such a tease if you simply moan), he usually starts off gently, letting your body adjust to both his length and girth. His dick is so thick it still needs some patience and adjusting, even after all this time you’ve been together.
- He keeps his thrusts at a slow pace until you’re satisfied. Then, and only then, he speeds up and allows himself to release. Finn absolutely loves to spill into you, filling you up with warm ropes of his cum. You’re his and only his, and somehow, he feels as if cumming inside you is a way to show you that. To show you that he owns you.
- After you two come down from your highs, it’s all cuddles and pillow talk. Finn is mostly a big spoon, but won’t mind being a little spoon if you want him to.
- In the end, all he wants is to have you in his arms as long as possible, savoring the peace and the warmth he gets from feeling your heartbeat and your body touching his. You’re everything he’s ever wanted.
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reareaotaku · 4 months
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I Want 2 Watch You Bleed
Prompt: I wonder what your dead corpse would look like... We'll find out if you try and leave me~ Pairings: Yandere! Miles Fairchild x Nanny! Reader Word Count: 3.2k TW: Obsession, Gaslighting, Slight NSFW, Porno Magazine Mentioned [Happy Thanksgiving, my fellow Americans :) Enjoy this treat]
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You could feel his eyes on you. He was always watching. You didn't know why he had this fixation on you, but he was overbearing. You always felt his presence, because it was like a fog that made it hard for you to breath. At first, you thought he was making sure you were doing your job correctly, but that couldn't have been further from the truth.
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You woke up late at night, feeling as if you were being watched in your dream and when you awoke, he was there. You were taken aback; Your eyes widened as he hung his arm off the footboard.
"You drool in your sleep."
"What?"
"And snore. It's annoying."
Your mouth was practically on the floor, "What are you doing?"
"You're so fucking stupid."
You frowned, your nose scrunching up, and you debated kicking him. Ultimately, you sigh and turn away from the young boy.
"I don't snore." You mumble under your breath, before going back to sleep. If he wanted to stay, you would let him, because you couldn't fight him. You were too tired and the energy just wasn't there.
You felt a dip in the bed, causing a spike of adrenaline to shoot up your spine. Why wouldn't he leave? Why were YOU scared of some stupid teenage boy. You were going to yell at him to get out, but you couldn't move. You felt like you were being held down and feeling his hand snake up your leg didn't help the paranoia that was resting in your head. What was wrong with him?
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The morning after was awkward and strange. You knew he had been in your room, but the way he was acting was as if you were delusional.
"You can't go into my room at night."
Miles look at you, before tilting his head, "I didn't go into your room last night. It was probably a dream. I think it's weird that you dreamed about me though."
"I would never dream about you. Just- Don't do it."
"Well, I never did, so there's nothing for you to worry about."
You knew he was lying- Well, you did, but you were slowly doubting yourself.
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You groaned, the music was blaring. It was loud and you were wondering how he hadn't gone deaf yet. Your head was banging and you had half a mind to yell at him. You frowned, before standing up and placing down the book you had been trying to read to Flora.
You could practically feel the floor shake as you stomped up to his room. You banged on the door, seeing as that was the only way he'd hear you. There was no answer, so you decided to just open the door.
He was going to town on his drums, before he looked up to you. He puts down his sticks and gives you his attention.
"What do you want?"
"I'm trying to help Flora read, but we can't even think with that loud music."
"Go outside."
"How about you play a different instrument? You have multiple different instruments. Or maybe you can just wait an hour to play-"
"Why are you being such a bitch?"
"Don't call me that. That is rude and very disrespectful."
He laughs, "Oohh, I'm so scared of the big, mean nanny."
"I'm not playing with you, Miles. I'm serious."
He tilts his head, before looking away from you and at his drums, "I'm sure you think you are. You do realize that unlike me, you're replaceable, right? You don't hold any real power. It's all just a figment of your imagination. Though, it seems your mind likes to run wild, doesn't it?"
"You will not make a joke out of me little boy," You stomp to him, grabbing his sticks causing him to yell out 'HEY!'. "You want to be a rude smartass? Okay, let's see how you like the consequences of your actions."
He follows behind you quickly as you run down the stairs. You rush to the living room where the fire place is. Thankfully, someone had already started a little fire, so your plan was half complete. You stood in front of it, before looking back at him.
His eyes were blown and he was frozen, "Don't. You. Fucking. Dare."
"Oooh, I'm so scared of the big, mean teenage boy." You then do something that you would regret later and throw the drumsticks into the fire.
"You fucking bitch! I'll kill you!" He rushes towards you and you're quick to grab his hands and hold them close together so that he doesn't choke you. After a few minutes, he calms down, but he gives you a dead look, "You better sleep with your door locked and one eye open." He then turns around and walks back to his room.
You hear of the crackle of the wood from the sticks and look back at the fire, causing realization of what you had done to hit you. You had gone to far. Your eyes widen as you frown, before trying to reach for the sticks, but you end up burning your hands. You could only watch as they burned to ash.
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For the next few days you couldn't sleep. You knew you shouldn't be scared of Miles, seeing as he was younger than you, but there was just something off about him. The guilt had also been eating you alive. While you didn't like the way he treated you and others, you should have been the bigger person and handled the situation with more maturity.
You had tended to avoid him, until you finally decided to go buy him some new drumsticks. Was he an asshole? Yes. Was he inconsiderate of everyone? Yes. But he didn't seem to have many joys in life; And music was one of them and you destroy a part of it. You didn't know how you'd feel if someone destroy parts of your hobby, especially if you didn't have any family or friends besides a younger sibling. God, when you thought about it, it really bummed you out.
You waited until late at night, while everyone was asleep [supposedly], when you decided to leave. It would take you a while to get to town, because the house was far into the country side. You felt like you were doing something you weren't supposed to as you slowly walked across the wooden board floor. You heart dropped when you heard a loud creak! but thankfully there was no other movements.
You groaned when the loud engine blared in the near silence. You were thankful when you finally got out of the driveway and headed into town.
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You hold the brand new sticks in your hands. You fingers glazed against the engravings on them. You didn't know if this would be good enough for him, but you were hoping he'd at least pretend to accept your apology.
Walking up to his room was agonizing. It felt like time slowed down and the hallways shrunk on you. When you finally got to his door, you thought about leaving, but sucked in a breath and knocked.
"Um, Miles?"
There was no answer, which caused you to sigh. You knew he was in there. You put your ear to the door, trying to listen for anything, but nothing. You knocked again.
"I'm coming in." You slowly opened the door and Miles was sitting on his bed- Well, it wasn't really a bed, more of a mattress- looking through a magazine. He flipped through the pages, not paying attention to you and it kind of looked like a porno magazine, but you weren't about to harp on how he got his hands on such a thing, because that was not a conversation you wanted to have. "Miles?"
He finally looks at you, throwing the magazine to the side of the bed and sat up, looking at you, "What?"
"I got you something," You hold the wrapped box out to him, but he doesn't take it. He just glares up at you as if his looks could kill you. You click your tongue, before rubbing the back of your neck. "I-uh, wanted to apologize... for you know... what I did, the other day... I shouldn't have done that. Nothing warrants a response like that and I'm sorry. I never should have thrown your drumsticks into the fire." You start messing with the box, taking them out when realizing he wasn't taking the gift, "I know that these aren't made out of the expensive wood your old ones were, but- umm... I got them engraved, you know, with uh, your name." You show him the light dug 'Property of Miles Fairchild'. "I hope we can start over and put that behind us."
He looks at the sticks, before grabbing them and looking them over in his hands. You watched him closely, hoping he'd take them. Thankfully, he did, but not before rolling his eyes. He puts them on his night stand, before looking back at you, "Leave me alone."
"Alright.." You finger gun him, before clicking your tongue, "I'll see you around." You left his room, before facepalming. " 'I'll see you around'? God, what a fucking stupid thing to say. Ugh, I'm such an idiot."
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Miles holds the sticks between his fingers, examining them. They were nothing special, but they'd do the job. The engravements were a nice touch and it spurred something in Miles. It was a sweet gesture, probably the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him, especially without an ulterior motive. And to think, he had been planning to suffocate you in your sleep.
He was still kind of mad about losing his favorite pair of drum sticks, but these meant more to him, because they were bought with him in mind. You bought them while thinking about him and Miles thought that was kind of hot. Was he on your mind? How often did you think about him? What did you think about? Was it appropriate?
You had really just wormed your way into Miles' heart and now you would never be allowed to leave.
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You parked the car, looking over the books you had gotten Flora. They weren't anything special, but you wanted to get Flora something new to read, because you were sure she was getting bored of the same old stuff in the house.
"Where the hell have you been?"
You nearly jumped out of your skin when turning around and seeing Miles behind you. "God, you should wear a bell around your neck or something. You can't sneak up on people like that. Could give someone a heart attack."
He ignores you, repeating himself. "Where the fuck have you been? Flora was asking about you and we saw that the car was gone. She thought you abandoned her." He looks down at the books in your hand, before looking back at you.
Flora had been worried about you, but he had been pissed. How dare you leave? You can't be like everyone else and abandon him after you got through to him. He'd rather kill you with his bare hands than for you to leave him. He didn't care if he had to force you to stay and were unhappy; He loved you to much to let you leave him.
"I would never do that to Flora," You take a step back, your back against the car, as he walks closer to you.
"You can't just leave without telling anyone."
You laugh, shaking your head, "Okay dad. Didn't realize I had to ask you for permission to leave. Besides, I was just... Getting some new books for Flora, not like I have to explain myself to you. She's always stuck in this house and there's nothing new for her to read or do."
"Well, you can't leave without telling anyone, and now you know. I can get you fired, you know. Just don't do it again."
You roll your eyes shaking your head, before mumbling under your breath, "Yeah. I'm not doing that."
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You were focused on dinner plans, trying to organize and figure out what you needed. Thankfully you knew it would be a short trip. You hated having to go all the way to town, especially on a busy day. Errands were never your favorite thing, but they were part of life. You tsked, clicking your pen, while tapping your fingers on the table.
You went out to the car, thankfully Mrs. Grose taking over for you, so you can leave. It was so strange how everyone was stuck in the house, like they couldn't leave. Did they want to leave? Sure didn't seem like it.
"Where are you going?"
You nearly jumped out of your skin when hearing Miles from behind you. You turn to him, frowning, "God, you have to stop doing this. You can't sneak up on people like that."
"I told you you can't leave without telling anyone."
You smirk, not taking him serious, "And yet under the eyes of the law, you're still a child. So, I don't have to tell you anything."
He smirks evily, "You're right. Yet I'm kind of like your boss, so you do have to listen to me."
"Power trip much?" You roll your eyes, gesturing to the car, "Do you want to come with me, Miles?"
You groaned as he happily got into the passenger seat. You pull open the door, ignoring his stare as you got in. You started the car, the hum taking over the silence of the car.
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It was just a guy, but it had obviously bugged Miles. You didn't know why Miles decided to be such a passive-aggressive asshole to the deli guy, but he did.
"God what is your issue?"
"He was obviously hitting on you." Miles remarks, tossing some stuff into the basket.
"So?"
He looks at you, his brows down turned, "So? You just let him do it. Just out in the open for everyone to see."
"What is up with you and this little," You gesture to him, "controlling nature? You can't control people, no matter how much you try or how much money you have. You have a little control issue."
"And you're a fucking whore." He was jealous and it was showing. Thankfully you were to obvious to his crush and thought he was just an asshole. He wanted to crack that dude's neck like a fucking baby back rib. He wanted to keep you locked away from the rest of the world so that only he could love you. You are a stupid woman, yet somehow you had Miles wrapped around your little finger and his heart on a leash.
"You are...." You pause, a devestated look on your face, "a monster."
"Let's just get going." He ignores you, walking ahead of you, but you weren't done with this conversation.
When getting back to the car, you glared at Miles, who was leaning on his hand and tapping his fingers against his thigh.
"You are such a brat, you know that?"
He clicks his tongue, ignoring you. "Kinda whorish to let him look at you like that," He finally turns to you, before eyeing you up and down, "But you probably like the attention, huh?"
"God, what is your problem?"
"I don't have a problem-"
"You're acting like a jealous, possessive child. Flora acts better than you."
He rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything. You groan, getting into the car and finally starting it.
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You had to get out. You didn't know where to go, but you had to get away from the house. Weird shit kept happening. You felt eyes on you constantly and Miles had become obsessively clingy. You couldn't be alone for more than a few seconds without him appearing. You felt bad for Flora and you wanted to get her out of the house, but you were worried it was to late for her.
Flora was acting weird and saying things that didn't make sense. It was like she was possessed or something. She would talk about her old nanny and her dying. It scared you.
You had waited until it was dark out and you put Flora to sleep. You felt bad, but you couldn't stay, you had to leave, it was for your best interest.
You fiddled with the keys in your hands, before accidentally dropping them when trying to put them in the handle. You curse under your breath, before hearing creakk and your eyes scanned around you. The last thing you needed was to get caught now.
"What are you doing?"
You froze, recognizing the voice, before turning around and facing him. He was so close to you, making you wonder where the hell he came from. He looked like a monster with the way his eyes were blown out and his face was obviously furious. "What?"
He frowned, tilting his head, "Do you think I'm fucking stupid?"
"No. No, I don't."
"Well, you sure seem to think so." He gestures towards the keys and the car, "Trying to leave in the middle of the night. Where are you going to go? You don't have any family."
"I'll figure something out."
"With what money? I mean, you can't possible have enough saved to last very long. Maybe a few weeks in a motel, if you're lucky."
"I'd rather live in an alley then spend another second here."
Something flashed in his eyes, something unrecognizable. You knew you had pissed him off. It didn't help that he obviously had serious abandonment/attachment issues and you were trying to leave. He felt as if you were trying to make a fool out of him. How dare you.
"Well, you don't really have a choice."
"What?"
"You don't have," He steps closer to you, before whispering, "a choice."
"Yes I do. Everyone has a choice."
"You know what- You're right. Your choices are that you stay here and we pretend this," He gestures to you and the car, "didn't happen. Or..." He chuckles, looking away from you, as if he was remembering something fondly, "Well, I wonder what your dead corpse would look like... We'll find out if you try and leave me."
"You don't scare me."
He smiles, his eyes filled with an almost love, if not for the situation you found yourself in, you'd be flattered.
"You sure? You seem pretty scared."
He was so close that he could see all the emotions swirling in your eyes. You couldn't lie to him, because he could see the truth. You were terrified.
"Come on. Give me the keys and let's go back inside."
You looked down at the keys, before looking at the car and then at him. You had lost and now you were going to be stuck in this stupid house forever.
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AHH I luv Rich w a shy reader 🤭 Could u maybe do him taking shy!readers virginity ahahhsjdhebskfj
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~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] mentions of prep fingering, oral (fem receiving) p in v, praising, just soft smut in general, sorry guys no filthy kinky stuff here this time <3
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⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ I think Richie actually would have took time to think out how he'd have sex with you for the first time, which is a first because Richie barely ever puts thought into anything. But really, that's only because joking about having sex is one thing, but actually doing it is like a different thing entirely.
⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ Truth be told, Richie was nervous as fuck.
⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ You're a virgin, he's a virgin, neither of you have ever done anything remotely sexual, so how the hell is he supposed to do this? He'd been talking a big game about how big his cock was for weeks now, what if his dick isn't actually as big as he thought it was?
⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ Ultimately, he decided the best course of action was to do something romantic to make you feel comfortable. He invited you over when his parents weren't home, and right away you notice that he actually cleaned his room and had done a half decent job at combing his hair (which like, that's fucking pointless cuz like it's gonna end up messy anyways-) ⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ Richie started off slow, putting his hands on your shoulders while he gave you an oddly sensual kiss. Usually he just kissed you kind of roughly, which usually lead to a French kiss. But not this time. ⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ When he finally got down to knitty gritty, he was very careful, because he knew how shy and easily anxious you were. He was sure to ask you if certain things were okay before he actually did them, and asked for your preferences beforehand.
"Hey doll, can you touch here?" "Is it okay if I put my hand there?" "Do you want the lights off? It's totally fine if you do, but just so you know you're perfect and I'd love to see if you if you'll let me."
⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ If you wanted the lights off, he'd respect your wishes immediately and flick them off. His breath would hitch as you slowly allowed him to take your clothes off, one piece at a time. His mouth would greedily yet slowly trail kisses along your stomach and breasts while his hands stroked and rubbed at your thighs. ⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ He'd make sure to meet your eyes for consent as his hands ran up your thighs and thumbed at the button of your shorts. As soon as you nodded, Richie would eagerly unbutton and unzip them, tugging them down your legs in a slow, yet clearly excited gesture.
⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ He would place a kiss over your panties before pulling them down as well and gently lapping his tongue over your clit, eliciting a moan from you. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing? But based on the noises you were making, he assumed that was a good thing and continued with it for a few more minutes before slowly pulling his mouth away, his lips swollen and wet from your juices, before slowly inserting a digit or two between your folds to prepare you.
⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ Richie would carefully watch your face, see the redness on your cheeks as you anxiously glanced at his bedroom door as though you were afraid someone would hear the lewd sounds and suspect what you and Richie were up to.
⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ He was quick to assure you.
"Hey, babydoll, just focus on me, okay? My parents are out, no one will hear you I promise. Just me, baby. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. All good, I swear."
⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ When he was finished prepping you with his fingers, he slowly undressed himself and removed his glasses with shaky hands. He took his time rolling a condom onto his length. He told himself it was so you had time to prepare, but really it was because he was nervous as all hell.
⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ Soft, gentle strokes the whole time. His eyes are crinkled in pleasure while he breathes heavily and moans shakily. He's barely able to think straight, but he manages to ask how you're doing.
"Are you.. fuck, oh God oh fuck yeah.. you okay, baby?"
⋆ ˚。୨୧˚ When you're both finished, expect Richie to be all over you, in the cuddly, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, kinda way. After your first time, he'd be more protective over you, mostly because he feels more connected to you than he's ever felt.
[A Note From Zee] So, I'mma take a bit of a break on taking requests (since my inbox has like five more I have to answer, which I will get to I promise), but I have some ideas I wanna do first, thank you. My next post is probably going to be a Yandere Alphabet post since I saw someone else do it and decided I wanted to do it so. Look forward to that.
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divinisable · 7 months
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i love how finn always fervently denies the gay allegations against all of the characters he plays until everyone around him lets him know his character is in fact a boyliker
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sluttyitgirl · 7 months
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omgg I completely argee!! I hope you enjoy it! it's a two part story, btw!
JUST YOU AND ME— TREVOR SPENGLER
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pairing: trevor spengler x fem!reader
warning: drinking, language, implications of smut? two part story not really checked but it will be edited for spelling errors
request are open
pt.1 pt.2
"Are we sure this is a good idea?" i ask, lucky as I sit in the passenger seat of her car , putting on the finishing touches to my makeup.
Her eyes were on the road , "Yes! it's better than you being at home in your dark living room watching lame as romcoms!" I gasp , "What the fuck! they aren't stupid?" I argue "they are stupid, and your lame for thinking that its the best way to spend your time on a friday night!"
I roll my eyes irritatedly "hey be grateful I'm even in this car right now? I'm literally debating jumping out, " she chuckles.
"Stop it, you look too good right now to even think about ruining your face after jumping out of a moving car, you idiot." she shook her head.
We approached seemingly to a normal looking home. As lucky and I step out of the car making our way closer to the house, the sound of music grew louder, even louder as we actually stepped into the house. The living room was swirling with teens dancing, talking and drinking, as well as party lights flickering near the dj booth.
"Let's go get a drink -" Lucky shouted over the music before someone came over and wrapped their arms around her. "Lucky!! I'm so glad you could make it, girl!" A blonde haired girl cheered.
"Oh my gosh , Jenny! I wouldn't miss it, " she smiled. "Oh, I see you brought a partner!" Jenny came closer to me and engulfed me in a hug. "Hi! I'm Jenny!" she greeted. I nodded and smiled. "I'm y/n," I introduced.
"Well, feel free to get drinks! just have fun, let loose!" she shouted . Lucky and I smiled and nodded at her energy before she walked away.
"Okay! my goal for tonight is to get you drunk and laid!" lucky said with unusual inthusiasm. "Um... weird goal, maybe tone it down a bit?" I scratch the back my neck.
"Come on, you heard Jenny, let loose!" she smiled, "okay , lucky this whole mood of yours is so unlike you. it's kind of scary. " she rolled her eyes at my statement.
"You're like an old lady - no, you're like my grandma!" she pointed , "What?"
As she proceeded to explain how I was like her eighty year old nana, my eyes wandered around the room before settling down on a tall , lanky , curly haired boy.
Trevor roamed aimlessly around the party. He came with his new group of friends who soon left him to do body shots with two hot brunettes. "Dickheads.." he grumbled as he continued to walk around looking around until his eyes landed on one specific girl. His eyebrows raise as he takes in her features, and her body language. soon she's getting dragged away by her friend.
"Okay, let's see what we have here." Lucky scanned the drink table, "Ah! Vodka?" she looked at me, I shook my head. "All right.."
"Lucky you look for something to drink, I need to use the bathroom, okay?" she nodded before I left her side.
I made my way through the crowd, bumping into a few people here and there and getting pushed around. I got pushed too hard. I bumped I to someone by walking backward.
"I am so sorry.." My words slowed as my eyes met with the same ones from when I entered the house.
He shook his head nervously, "no your good! it's fine, " he chuckled. "Sorry, it's just im not really used to how rowdy it is in here," I laugh. he smiled understandably. "No , yeah, I get it. I'm not either, " he nodded.
I nodded asweel before relaising I should've introduced myself. I put my hand out , "im y/n.." I smile as he takes my hand to shake it,"trevor!" he grinned.
Before we knew it we were getting comfortable with each other and getting to know each other on the couch.
"Your sister sounds so sweet, though?" I laughed , drinking my fruit punch that trevor grabbed for us. "Trust me, you don't know her like I do!" he shook his head in an almost warning way.
"Okay! sorry, " I joke . He looked over at me, smirking as I took another sip of my drink. once the cup left my lips, I noticed the way he was looking at me his brows rose in an amussed way that made me start blushing, "What?" I chuckle , avoiding contact.
he shrugs , "Nothing? you're just pretty, " he said softly. I laugh, placing my head onto the palm of my hand as my elbow rested on the couch. He continued to smile at me amusingly, " Oh my gosh! stop that. " I shout, slapping his shoulder playfully. "im not doing anything?" his mouth twisted.
"Yes, you are!" I roll my eyes jokingly, "what am I doing then?"
"You're making a weird face!" she laughs, "what weird face?" he plays dumb
"A face -" Before I even began my sentence, I felt his lips on mine, unleashing a burst of sweetness and warmth. His slightly chapped lips formed with my soft ones while his hand molded around the back of my neck, pushing me closer to him. Getting kissed by a random stranger would've made me so uncomfortably grossed out, but it was trevor, and I already felt connected with him.
Since he was kissing me so passionately, I decided to get comfortable as well . I placed my hand on his shoulder, sooner having my arm wrapped around him.
"Let's get out of here..." he whispers against my neck before pecking small kisses onto it. I ran my hands through his curls. "Just you and me," he adds.
I would've never imagined what I'd do something like this , and before I knew it, I was agreeing with him , "Just you and me.." I repeated before standing up and taking his hand.
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