#miles fairchild x reader
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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
˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐒𝐔𝐁!𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild & sal fisher
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*~smut!~*
[𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: sub boyfriend, dom reader, tip rubbing, edging, degradition, orgasm denial, dick riding, face sitting
OMG! FINALLY I WAS HOPING I'D GET A SAL REQUEST! nnnnyahhh
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┊ ˚➶ ｡Miles Fairchild ˚ ☁️
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 ˚ ☁️
"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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Mary is the Girl that I wanna Fuck
Summary: As Miles' only friend, you are often put into uncomfortable positions, because he doesn't understand the difference between friends and lovers; Not when it comes to you
Pairings: Yandere! Miles Fairchild x Fem! Reader
Tw: Slight NSFW
You tapped your pen on the desk as the teacher droned on and on. Your eyes roamed the classroom, before they landed on your best friend, Miles. Some people didn't like Miles, but you think it's because they didn't understand him. He was just... well, different, it wasn't his fault. Or at least that's what you told yourself.
He must have felt your stare, because he turned around making eye contact with you, before smiling and waving at you. You quickly returned the gesture, before you grabbed some paper, wrote a note, put it on the floor and pushed it towards him. He looks towards the teacher, making sure she wasn't looking before grabbing the paper and opening it up.
'God, does she ever shut up? Blah blah blah... This class blows'
Miles feels a smile grow on his face. He quickly writes down a response, before tossing it back to you on the ground. He watches as you open the note, your mouth dropping, before your face turns a bright red. You looked up at Miles, seeing him thoroughly enjoying your reaction.
'Hope it isn't the only thing that blows'
If someone else were to see it, they wouldn't think too much about it, but you knew what he meant. You pushed the note in your bag, before looking back at the teacher and ignoring his knowing looks.
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As the bell rings, you hurry to get your stuff packed. You feel someone standing over you and look up to see the man of the hour, Miles. You tilt your head, giving him a knowing look. A smirk overtakes his face when seeing the knowing look.
"Really funny joke."
"Only for you."
"Haha," You sarcastically joke, before rolling your eyes. You pull your bag up to your shoulder and walk with him out of the class.
"You got any plans for the break?"
You look at him a little confused. What would you possibly do during the break? Your home was across the globe and there was no reason for you to go back home, it's not like your parents would be there. "Plans?"
"Yeah. Plans. Like, are you staying at the dorms? Or are you going home?"
"Why would I go home?"
"Do you want to come to my place?"
You were surprised by his suggestion. He had never suggested you to come visit his place, especially since his parents had died. He never like going back home, so you usually spend it at the school.
"Your place?"
He looks at you like it was the dumbest question in the world, "Yeah. That's what I said."
"I-uh um.. Wow, uh, well-"
His brows frowned at your hesitation. Did you not want to spend time with him? You always spent breaks together, even before his parents' death, so why were you now resilient. Anger grew behind his eyes, but he quickly shook it off, not wanting start a fight, because then you really wouldn't want to go.
You rub the back of your neck, before reluctantly agreeing to go to his place for the holidays and his face lit up in a way you haven't seen in months- Not since... Well, yeah.
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You don't know why you were surprised when you went over to his house, because you lived in a similar place, but it had been so long since you had been in a big home that it was kind of dysphoric.
He practically drags you around the place and showing you all around the house. He even takes you out to the stable showing you his favorite horse. A dark black horse, whose name you couldn't remember. He wanted to take you horse-back riding, but it was too cold for the horse to be out.
"Here, I want to show you my room. Oh, you'll love it- I can play some music for you." He says, his hand wrapped around your wrist as he drags you to his room, because honestly you didn't have much of a say.
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"Watch," He pulls at some of the guitar strings, showing you his hands movements, before you follow his movements. He watches you closely as you imitate his movements, but ultimately failed.
You groaned, rolling your eyes, before removing the guitar and setting it to the ground. "This is stupid."
You hear him chuckle and he grabs the arm rest of the chair, pulling you closer to him, "It's not that hard, your fingers just aren't in the right place. Do you want to try ag-"
The door opens and you quickly look over your shoulder to see who it was. It was the Nanny- well Flora's nanny, you think? You didn't know her name, Miles told you it wasn't important. She stood there, looking surprised.
"You have... uh a guest?"
You remove Miles' hands from your body, while looking away from her, feeling awkward. Miles rolls his eyes, glaring at her for ruining a great moment between you and him and she sensed that.
The nanny, Kate, senses Miles' anger and decides to be quick with what she wants to say. "Dinner's ready.... So, um... Yeah- Also, keep the door open."
"Dinner?" You look towards the window, but there was dark curtains covering it, meaning you couldn't see how dark it was. You look back at her, "What time is it?"
"Oh, it's uh..." She looks down at her watch, "10 to 9."
"God, I didn't realize how late it was-" You stand up, but Miles grabs your hand, making you look at him.
"You're staying here, remember?"
Your eyes widen, before you slowly sit back down, "Right... Holiday break.."
He looks past you, making eye contact with Kate, "You can leave. There's no reason for you to stay."
You hit Miles' arm, giving him an annoyed look, "Miles! You don't have to be rude."
"I'm not. But I can be."
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It was late now, the room nearly pitch dark, the only light from the moon. There was something about the house that gave you chills and you felt like you were being watched. You grabbed at your knees, squeezing them to your chest as you listen to all the sounds of the old house. It was one thing to sleep alone, but a whole nother thing to be alone in an unfamiliar place. You were scared...
You heard the door creak, causing you to freeze and you thought about looking towards the door, but you couldn't. You didn't want to know what was there. You heard it close and footsteps head towards you.
"I'm surprised you're still awake."
You recognized the voice; It was Miles. You looked towards him, letting out a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's just you," You put a hand on your chest, trying to calm down your breath.
"Who else would it be?"
"I don't know."
He sits on the edge of the bed, causing it to dip, before he ends up scooting towards the other side of the bed and laying next to you. "Are you okay?" He pushes some hair out of your face, giving you a worried look. "Are you scared?"
"Of what? Should I be?"
"No... Of course not." He caresses your cheek, a strange emotion swirling in his eyes, "But, do you want me to stay? Just... You know, so you're not so alone?"
"Won't that girl get mad?"
He rolls his eyes, removing his hand from your face, "Who cares what she thinks. She's just some nanny; She doesn't matter." He looks away from you while saying this, but his hand finds yours and grabs it. He then looks down at your intertwined hands, "Besides, she's not here and she'll never know. Come on... Just this once?"
"Okay... Just this once."
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𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙙
“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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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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Miles Fairchild Headcanons
!First post! Hope someone likes this lol
[Reader is his classmate/Friend]
What an asshole
He's not nice to you, no matter who you are to him. Even if you're his friend, he still has his snippy moments
You're really nice to him, so he tries to be nicer to you
^ Though, he can't always help it
Something about you really bugs him
Maybe it's the fact he knows he can't have you, no matter how much he wants you
Every thing you do bothers him
He sees you as a pest- A leech if you will. Sucking at his blood until he's nothing
But, in reality if anyone is the parasite, it's him
He slowly ruins your life by spreading rumors about you so you're isolated from your peers
All you have is him
While he acts bothered by your presence, in reality it's what he wants
So what if you're lonely? You have him and that's all that matters
If you sink into a depression, he doesn't get it. What do you have to be depressed about? Don't you love him? Why don't you love him? He loves you. You HAVE to love him. You don't have a choice. You NEVER had a choice
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♥︎ Observation ♥︎
Character:Miles Fairchild
Genre:Fluff
Reader:Gender Neutral
Warnings:None
You’ve been told that Miles isn’t a pleasing person. Miles is very strange, you won’t deny that. He does have a creepy aura around him that was no secret. Others call him weird, a freak—just horrible names in general. You’ve heard it all. You seen it all. You heard about his parents passing and it really made you feel bad for him. You couldn’t bare to imagine the dread if that happened to not one but both of your parents. You’re not sure if they were good parents though. Even if they weren’t you bet that it would still be upsetting in a bittersweet way to lose them both.
Miles has never spoken to you. He doesn’t speak to anyone in the school. He’s all stare. He sometimes stares outside through the window in the classroom. He sometimes stares in space. You aren’t sure if you ever saw him talk to anyone at all.
He sometimes doesn’t wear the assigned uniforms the school has. Teachers don’t pick with him about it anymore due to the amount of times he’s done it.
Miles has a nail biting problem. He bites his nails to the brim and there is no more.
So many observations. So many things that you know about Miles. You know how he skips class. You know how he doesn’t eat lunch at all. You know that he walks from school. No, your not stalking him. It’s just your eyes wander off. Miles is a troubled child and you know it. It’s as if you read him as if he were a book. Even though you know all the stuff that others around him doesn’t know—you don’t know how he looks at you.
Miles stares at you sometimes in class. He knows that you have pretty eyes. He can stare at them for ages. He knows that you like to listen to music. He sees you with your headphones in at the end of the school day.
Miles knows that you follow the rules of the school. You’re a good student. You always come to school with your uniform and all your supplies that are needed.
Miles knows that your not good at math. That’s okay though. He’s not good at math either.
He knows that you have the most prettiest smile. He doesn’t know why you cover your mouth when you smile. He can still see that smile of yours despite you hovering a hand over it.
Miles isn’t stalking you. As much as that seems surprising. His eyes just wanders off and it always seems to fall upon you. He knows things that some others may not know about you. He cant help it.
Miles knows that you probably won’t ever talk to him. Just like how he won’t ever probably talk to you. It’s not like he dislikes you or you dislike him. You both know this. But how can you both know this when you two don’t even speak? How can you know all these things but you two don’t ever say not one word to another? It’s just the things. It’s just the observations that keeps you going. Yes, you may not talk the one another but that doesn’t prevent you two from knowing things about each other. You know that Miles likes dark colors more than light colors… of course you can’t give a direct answer you never spoke. Miles knows that you enjoy music, he doesn’t know what genre though cause he never talked to you. The two of you know things about each other but you won’t ever speak.
But that’s okay. Watching things from afar is sometimes better than face to face.
#finn wolfhard#reader insert#stranger things x reader#gender neutral reader#x reader#miles fairchild#miles fairchild x reader#the turning#oneshot#fluff
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STUPID HALLOWEEN HEADCANONS
richie tozier buys a cheap halloween mask and sneaks up behind you before going “BOO!”
mike wheeler buys a fuck-ton of candy and says he’s too old for trick or treating, but then goes with you to the richest neighborhoods and asks for some of the big candy bars.
miles fairchild sits on the floor next to you while you watch horror movies, enjoying the way you flinch every single time there’s a jump scare.
boris pavlikovsky hides and waits for kids to trick or treat at your doorstep to jump out and yell at them, laughing when they scream and run away. he finds it cute when you scold him.
trevor spengler takes you to ride around the ectomobile before bringing you to see a ghost movie, laughing at how “unrealistic” it is.
#finn wolfhard x reader#boris pavlikovsky x reader#richie tozier x reader#trevor spengler x reader#mike wheeler x reader#miles fairchild x reader#fairy writes ☆
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Sex With You
Miles Fairchild x Y/n
Requested by: Anonymous!
The nightly air was cold, and Miles was kissing down my neck, but I wasn't really in the mood for anything "Miles..." I said slightly annoyed, pushing him away, but Miles didn't stop.
"Why resist when we're in love?" Miles asked as he unzipped his jeans, revealing his boxers.
"I'm just... Not in the mood right now." I shrugged, moving off the bed, but Miles grabbed my arm, and I suddenly panicked. I didn't want him to make any moves on me "Miles, quit." I said, trying to move away.
Miles grew annoyed, and pushed me away, making me drop to the ground "Fine. Whatever. Fuck off." Miles seethed, turning away from me, scoffing.
I sighed and grabbed Miles' hand "Miles, come on. You could... Eat me out if you want." I told Miles, grabbing at my shorts. Miles looked at me and squinted, before pulling my shorts down, pulling my panties too, and spreading out my thighs.
Miles licked his lips, looking at my slightly wet cunt, and looked up at me "That's more like it, honey." He winked, before covering my pussy with his mouth, and licking up it, making me cover my mouth to hide a moan.
Miles didn't stop there, his tongue circled my pink pearl, licking my clit in fast, circle motions, and making me moan uncontrollably, grabbing at Miles' beautiful raven curls.
"Not so bad now, huh lovely?" Miles teased, and I whimpered, moaning some more. Miles grinned and continued eating me out, lapping up my sweet nectar.
"Fuck!" I whined, bucking my hips up in Miles' face. And to think I brushed him off... Miles held me down by my legs and sped up his licking and sucking motions until he struck a cord deep inside me, and I squirted all over his gorgeously pale face.
The night ended with me sucking Miles' fat, beautiful, veiny dick, and his cum swimming into my mouth, and down my throat. My only hope was that Mrs. Grose, Kate, and Flora didn't hear.
Sorry, these all sucked. Even with requests writing is still tough. Thank you for requesting, though!
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This was a request for someone but Tumblr deleted the draft that I had and it also deleted the persons request thingy so if u were the one that requested agedup Mike and Short reader hardcore smut PLS LEMME KNOW!! (i am very sad this happened, fuck u tumblr💔)
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Mean!Mike Wheeler x Short!fem reader
Nsfw- aged up Mike to 19 👍
Warnings: rough sex, degrading, slapping, choking, biting, p in v, pinning, porn w/ no plot, fluff at the end, height kink, a teeny bit of blood
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You and Mike always had nice, slow paced fuck sessions. All so nice and sweet, both of u peppering each other with kisses and hickeys and so on. But today? Oh today was far from slow and sweet.
Mike had both ur arms pinned above u in a tight stinging grip as he was pounding in and out of u. He was going so unbelievable fast, u didn't know how much more u could take of his huge cock if he kept going at this pace, u felt like he'd break u. You let him know he was going way too fast and hard but of course Mike didn't give two shits about how fast and hard he was abusing ur tight cunt. All he did was smirk and go harder.
You were a whining, whimpering and moaning mess, a bit too loud honestly and Mike, of course, had to take care of that. He took his free hand and wrapped it around ur neck with a firm tight grip as he leaned close to ur ear. "Listen up you lil bitch. You better shut the fuck up, if not, i ain't gonna stop abusing the shit out of ur dripping cunt." all you could do was nod, not being able to mutter out a single word as you're trying your hardest not to let out any loud noises and Mike knew this but yet he wanted a verbal response from u. "Hmm? What's that? C'mon now, use ur fucking words. I know u can." he said so in a mocking tone. You look away from Mike and try to mutter out "y-y-yes...Ma-aster" to which u succeeded, well, would've if it didn't come out as one loud moan.
Mike slaps ur right cheek making u whimper in pain, he then grabbes ur chin, lifting it up so u are looking at him straight in the eyes, not allowing u to move ur head. "Nuh uh uh, what did i say bout being loud princess? Guess I'll have to punish u for being a bad girl and not obeying one simple fucking rule. Ur such a dumb slut." He lets go of ur chin, leaning down to the crook of ur neck as he lightly traces his lips over ur sensitive spot making u shiver. Mike then bites down harshly on ur sensitive spot, a bit of blood trickles down as Mike bit really really hard, he then licks it off, making u moan and dig ur nails into his back. He starts to pick up his fast pace again, this time going harder than ever as he slammed into u.
U were very close to cumming as u felt a knot form at ur lower stomach "M-Mikey...i-im so c-close hngh~" - "M-me too, hold on a lil longer tho, dont u dare cum before me. u got that?" you nodded as Mike leaned away from u, towering over ur very small figure, u were always very short compared to Mike who was huge, and he loved this since he could pin you down with such ease and tower over u a lot which would make u submit and do anything he asked. Oh and not to mention that u have a huge height kink which made everything 100x way better, Mike also used that as an opportunity to tease you a lot which would make you all flustered and horny.
Mike then looked down at u with a devilish smirk as he kept going in and out of u at such an aggressive pace and force. "Fuck. U look so good under me baby. So small, weak and pathetic. All mine to use how i please, so pretty. Now cum for me." watching as u rolled ur eyes back and gripped tightly onto him, u both reach ur climaxes, letting out long moans and groans, breathing heavily as u both try to catch ur breathes.
Mike pulls out of u as his cum drips out of ur abused little cunt, he smiles, admiring what he did. He cups ur face and gives u a soft passionate kiss. "You did so good for me baby, so so good. Now try to rest, I'll get us both cleaned up. I love you" u smile softly at him "I love you too, Mike."
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A/N: Thank u sm for reading! If you didn't already know I do take requests! :D
I'll take any kind of request as long as it isn't anything gross or very weird like example, piss kink...
Also I do apologize if this isn't super hardcore smut like how the person requested, this is my first time doing anyting "very rough" and it's only my second fanfic but hopefully I'll get better over time and such! oh and i started writing this at 2am so, sorry if its short and poorly written, hopefully there arent any mistakes. (i proof read this twice but i sometimes miss lil things so idk) :(
Anywho, its 4am now, good night loves, hope u sleep v well. <3 💛🌻🌼
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- IN MY ROOM ⋆☆ 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜
warnings - fluff? nsfw content
the sun was beginning to set beyond the horizon, casting dark shadows throughout the manor. you were waiting for miles, waiting just outside it window. you lived at the property next door and you had known each other since you were kids.
you breathed in a thick cloud of smoke before removing the cigarette from between your lips. the smoke burned your throat a little as you exhaled a cloud of smoke. when the windows beside you burst open, your whole body tensed as you thought you were caught.
“how many times have i told you that you can wait for me in my room?” miles asked, taking the cigarette from your fingers before placing it between his lips.
“and how many times have i told you that i don’t want flora finding me.” you smiled, resting your elbows on the window ledge.
“she’s in bed.” he groaned, exhaling a small cloud of smoke.
he extended his hand, allowing you to hold onto his hand as you climbed through his bedroom window.
“oh is that so.” you laughed as you stumbled into his room.
miles nodded as he let out a breathy laugh, a bit of smoke puffing out his lips while doing so. he took the cigarette out from between his lips before passing it back to you as he fell down onto his bed. as you finished up the last bit of your cigarette, throwing the butt onto the pavement outside.
you plopped yourself on the red and white egg chair beside his bed, putting your feet up on a random box as you turned your attention back to miles.
“i didn’t think you were home for another week or two.” you mumbled, looking over to miles.
“comere.” he mumbled, choosing to ignore your comment.
you stood up before kneeing down onto his mattress, crawling over to his side. he held out his arm, as you began to get comfortable before finally resting around your shoulder. you laid your head on his shoulder, carefully listening to his breathing. you could feel his thumb gently rubbing back and forth on your clothed shoulder. whenever you were apart from each other time felt slow in the worst way possible, a few months feeling like a life time. but when you were together, everything melted together. hours could feel like minutes.
“i missed you.” he mumbled quietly, turning his head to look down at you.
“i miss you too.” you smiled sweetly, your hand connecting to his cheek.
he let out a soft breath, having missed your touch as he began to lower himself, connecting his lips with yours. almost instantly your lips began to meld together perfectly. you were like ecstasy to each other. as the kiss grew with lust and desire, miles had moved himself to tower over you, his hand gently holding onto your neck.
as his hand moved across your neck, you squirmed under his touch causing miles to smile into the kiss. miles used his free hand to comb a piece of hair from your forehead. your hands moved down his torso, gently tugging on the hem of his sweater. you began to pull up his sweater, miles temporarily pulling away to pulling the sweater over his head. as he flung the sweater into the corner of his room, he quickly reconnected your lips. your hands reconnected to his torso, your fingernails leaving small indents in his skin. miles’ lips moved from your lips, slowly working his way down to your neck where he still had a firm grip.
“you’re all mine.” he mumbled huskily into your skin.
“all yours.” you moaned softly, one of your hands moved to the back of his head, entangling your fingers in his curls.
“good girl.” he hummed.
your slightest movement drove him absolutely insane. the way your fingers clung to his hair or the way you’d moan out his name. he infatuated with you and every square inch of your body. in one swift movement, miles had taken off your shirt, throwing it to a random corner in his room before he continued to leave a trail of marks down your neck. you let out a quite moan sending chills up miles’ spine.
“miles.” you moaned.
miles looked up at you, reconnecting your lips as his hand gently grasped onto your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure. with his free hand, miles began to wander down your stomach lining your skin with goosebumps. his hand began to unbuckle your jeans causing you to let out an unexpected whimper.
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lying on miles’ chest, listening to his breathing gradually slow, while his finger traced up and down your spine. it was beginning to come into the early hours of the morning, both of you getting tired. your eyes felt heavy, all you wanted to do was fall asleep in his arms.
“the sun’s gonna be up soon.” you whispered, gently readjusting your head to look up at him.
his dark eyes looked sad, you knew he hated seeing you leave and it was usually to most difficult part every-time you saw each other.
“can’t you stay?” he asked quietly, gently brushing a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.
you flashed him a weak smile, admittedly also wanting you say, you let out a breathy laugh. “you know i won’t be allowed back if mrs grose catches us.” you smiled, your hand beginning to tenderly draw circles on his chest. “do i need to remind you of the time that kate caught us?” you giggled.
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you were sitting on miles’ bathroom sink, your skirt dropped to the floor. miles’ head was between your thighs, his hands gripping onto your doughy skin while your hand was entangled his his hair. you let out almost pornographic moans as miles continued to work his magic. your was mind completely scrambled as you flung your head back, your deep breaths filling the confined space.
as you came close to your high, miles pulled away before standing up to connect his lips with yours. miles pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands dugs into the bare skin of your thigh. you were sure it was going to leave a mark but you didn’t mind, in fact you liked it. the way he left small marks over your body claiming you as his own.
miles looked away for a moment, causing your lips to attach to his jaw line, leaving a soft kisses. not bothering to look at why miles had turned away, you moved your arms away from his necks before cupping his cheeks. your head snapped in the direction of miles’ bedroom door as something shattered on the floor. you let out a breathy laugh as kate quickly grew flustered as she tried to clean up the broken bits of glass.
“don’t you know how to knock?” miles grunted as his hands began to run up and down your thighs.
“well- i uh. i did but uh…” kate stuttered causing you to both let out a breathy laugh.
“get the fuck out of my room.” miles laughed.
kate quickly picked up the last few pieces of glass before scurrying out of miles’ room, pulling his bedroom door shut.
“now.” he cooed. “where were we?” he asked rhetorically before reconnecting your lips.
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pulling your one of miles’ sweaters over your head, you looked at the small analog clock on his bedside table. as you both stood up from his bed, miles’ grabbed onto your wrist causing you to spin back around to face him.
“you’re sure you don’t need me to walk you back?” he asked. “it can be dangerous out there at this time of night.” he shrugged.
“i’m sure i’ll be fine.” you giggled, planting one last kiss on his cheek before walking over to his bedroom window.
you pushed open the window before beginning to climb through the window. as you finally planted your feet onto the muddy concrete, you turned around to find miles leaning on the window ledge with his elbows.
“see you tomorrow?” he asked, carefully tracing your body up and down before meeting your eyes.
“i’ll be here at 10.” you smiled, giving him yet another kiss on the cheek.
before you could pull away, miles’ quickly connected your lips, this time his movements were slow and tender.
he slowly pulled away, undeniably leaving him hungry for more. you smirked as his attempts to get you to stay before beginning to wander in the general direction of your property.
“see ya later lover boy!”
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The Switch
Miles Fairchild x fem!reader
Chapter nine: Make you stay.
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Miles pov
I think it's been one- no. Two weeks, since Y/n had that.. encounter? It's not like we had sex or anything but I definitely didn't expect to make out on her bed until Flora came banging on her door complaining about a nightmare, while Y/n forced me to hide under her damn bed on the cold floor for half an hour while she made sure Flora went to sleep and didn't bother us again. I was kinda glad we got interrupted if I'm being honest. Even though Y/n pounced on me like a lion to a gazelle, she seemed pretty nervous whenever I kissed her too hard or if I touched her leg. Believe it or not things have been even more awkward than before when we were constantly nipping at each other and now I'm starting to miss the fighting more than the dry tension in the room.
Anyways, I've got about fourteen days to make things less awkward and for her to stay with us for the summer. I heard her talking on the phone a few days back, thinking about taking up a different job in California. Her teacher recommended it or some shit, get into a better college. She's not going to Harvard I know that for sure.
Something that's been pissing me off is that Quint has been messing with her head so now she sleeps with the door off and the lamp lights on. I asked him to lay off but it's not doing much. I've been trying to sneak in to make sure he's not fucking with her in her sleep or anything. She's only sixteen like me after all, he shouldn't be messing with kids our age, especially the ones I want to stay.
Uhm, another thing is that I've been out of it for a day or two. Like my throat is pretty dry and I've had a wicked headache. I swear to god if I wake up tomorrow with a cold I'm gonna be pissed.
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Your pov
It's been about two weeks since Miles and I had that half-assed hookup. Ever since then it's been so awkward. We can't even speak to each other now for more than two sentences before getting freaked out and forgetting what we were talking about. I mean, it's easier to focus on Flora and her work, but at the same time it's boring without being able to pick a fight with Miles. I miss our back and forth bickering because at least it kept us talking and occupied. I have fifteen days before I go back home for the summer, I really wanted to stay but I've gotten more job offerings in new places and I want to go out and explore. Plus, spending the summer in some creepy ass house, with a boy who can't even be in the same room as me for five minutes doesn't seem like the ideal summer. I feel bad for leaving Flora, and I guess Miles because they are all alone with Ms. Grose, who is lucky if she can live another four years. But I need to put myself first, that's what's important. I just wish Miles would talk to me before I leave, because even though we snap at each other, he's been growing on me. I'm not saying I like his stuck up asshole personality but I see how he is with Flora and I sometimes wish he could be able to open up to me like that.
This morning I woke up to the sound of projectile vomiting. I figured it was coming from Flora's room since she ate a lot of chocolate last night. I ran to her room to check on her to find her still asleep in her bed. Then I realized that the puking and groaning was coming from Miles room. I debated on leaving him there to take care of himself since he thinks he's grown and can take care of himself but then I remembered the time I was drunk. The way he drove me home at 2am and stayed outside my door all night in case I felt sick again. I walked into his room and knocked on his closed bathroom door.
"Miles, it's just me. I'm gonna come in okay?" I say as I hear him groan and spit into the toilet. I open the door to see his face almost glued to the toilet bowl, gasping and throwing up. I sit next to him and rub his back, grabbing a few sheets of toilet paper so he can wipe his mouth when he's done. "Get it all out, that's it.." I whisper to him as he continues to gag.
When he finishes he grabs the toilet paper from my hand and wipes his mouth, flushing the toilet. I let him sit on the floor with his back pressed against the wall for a moment as I grab a washcloth, drenching it in cold water. I put it on the back of his neck as he tries to stand up. He walks over to me where I'm putting toothpaste on his toothbrush and handing it to him.
"Make sure to brush your tongue too." I put the cap back on his toothpaste. "I'm gonna get you a new shirt, there's a little bit of puke on it." I point to the spot on his shirt. I walk out of his room and open his closet, looking for an old shirt in the piles on the floor. Miles walks back into the room and curls up on his mattress with his washcloth in his hands. I didn't even realize he came back into the room until he spoke up and groaned.
"Jesus it's fucking freezing in here.." I turned around to see him shirtless, breathing heavily and laying down. I grab a random green shirt and walk over to his mattress.
"No Miles, sit up you have to let your stomach settle for a bit." I prop his pillows against the wall and help him sit up a bit. I let him put his new shirt on and pulled the covers up to his waist. I felt his forehead and winced at his temperature. "Miles, you're really hot." I sighed and bit my bottom lip trying to think of how to take care of him.
He let out a chuckle and wrapped a hand over his stomach. "I'm hot? Thanks.." I frown at him since this isn't something to be joking about. "Not funny." I say with pursed lips and put the washcloth on his forehead.
"I'm gonna go to the store to get you some medicine. Flora used it the last time she was sick. Do you want me to pick you up something?" I put my hands on my hips and waited for his response.
He sat there for a second to think, "Am I even allowed to eat anything? Like I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to eat when you're sick." He tilted his head, squinting his eyes.
"You're allowed to eat Miles but only if you feel up for it. I can pick you up some grits, or popsicles? Do you sound up for that when you get your appetite back?" I rub the back of my neck, giving him a sympathetic look.
"I'm not hungry..I-I don't care okay? I'll be fine by tomorrow." He shakes his head and waves his hand in the air.
"Okay, well I'm still going to the store because I'm not putting up with your whining later. I'll be back in an hour okay?" I shrug and ruffle his hair lightly before trying to smack my hands away.
I brush my teeth, grab my keys and put on some slippers. I head out to the car to start for the store.
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Miles pov
She couldn't have taken any fucking longer to get back from the store could she? I'm sitting in my bed, trying my best for an hour to hold my stomach until she comes back but it's getting too painful. I ran to the bathroom throwing up nothing but stomach acid. I was panting and almost crying from the pain, it felt like my stomach was twisting. Y/n hears me gagging and rushes into the bathroom to rub my back and hold back my hair. When I'm done, there's tears in my eyes from the pain and she gives me this stupid sad look like she feels sorry for me or some dumb shit. I sit on my bathroom counter as she hands me my toothbrush again. She opens up a small can of Gingerale and puts it on my nightstand.
"You don't have to drink it now, but if your stomach feels funny again try some. It works trust me." She smiles and feels my forehead again to see if my fever had gone down a little. I sit there under the covers with my head against the wall as Y/n sits at the end of my mattress reading a book.
"What's that?" I say weakly, motioning to the book. I catch her attention and she smiles. "A book?" She giggles trying to be funny or something.
"Yeah, no shit." I chuckle and she gives me an unamused look. So apparently I'm not allowed to be funny anymore I guess. "What's it about?"
"It's about a prince trying to find his princess through a dream. It's really cute." She gets up to sit next to me on the mattress, showing me the blurb.
"Oh.. fantasy?" I mutter out as a question.
"Yeah, I like fantasy. You don't?" She tilts her head to look at me, tabbing her book before closing it. I shrug, "I mean, it's not bad but I just can't ever get into it."
"Well maybe that's because you haven't read a good one." She smirks, and for a second I feel like we aren't talking about books. I shook my head and stayed silent for a few minutes.
"You know, I usually get sick in the summer." I give her a side glance. I lied, I never get sick. This was the first time in probably a year and a half I've gotten sick. "I mean, who's gonna get me a cold washcloth and rub my back when I'm throwing up?" I smirk at her slightly.
"Ms. Grose?" She jokes and I roll my eyes.
"Be serious Y/n. She's so old I think she's gonna kick the bucket any day now. And when she does that, who's gonna help me take care of Flora? I don't have any parents you know." I sit up more and turn to face her, putting my hands in my lap.
She sighs and turns to face me. "Who said I was leaving?" She gives me a confused look.
"Y/n I heard you on the phone. I mean California seems nice, but is that what you really want?" I give her a dead eyed look and raise a brow.
She studies my face letting out a deep breath, "Miles, you don't even like having me around. We fight all the time, why do you want me around?" She shakes her head and leans back a little bit.
"Come on, Flora will miss you. She'll be upset that you aren't coming back. I mean she really loves you, fuck, she wants you to be her mother! She needs you, Y/n- I-I need you okay? I can't even take care of myself while I'm sick and you expect me to take care of myself, a whole property and a little girl? I mean, jesus, what do I have to do to make you stay?" I spurt out quickly, motioning my hands everywhere with dramatic tones.
She smiles for a moment and grabs my hand, "You just did." She gives me a sincere look, like we finally came to an agreement. I let out a relieved sigh I didn't even know I was holding and she giggled. "Why do we fight so much? Everything would be so much easier if we just listened to each other, you know?" She asks even though she sounds like she already knows her own reason.
"I think you know why I do it.." I look at my red candles I caught her staring at one day in particular when she first came into my room.
She looked at the candles then back at my eyes. "Because you don't know how to treat people?" She barely whispered out. She looked into my eyes for a moment before speaking once more. "I only pick fights with you cause I think you're kinda cute." She admits, leaning back again.
I raise a brow, "You think I'm cute?" I chuckle and she let's go of my hand, she's trying to bite back a smile.
"Yeah, you're cute. So what?" She smirks and we stare at each other. I think we were both waiting for one of us to do something, anything. But no one moved or spoke. After a moment of my silence she got up and put the covers back over my waist. "You should get some rest, it's not good to stay up when you're delirious." She gave me a dejected look and turned off my lamp.
"I'm not delirious." I grab her wrist gently and assure her.
"You're sick, Miles." She gives me a stern tone, and eyes me down to let go of her wrist.
"I know what I'm saying, Y/n." I gulp and give her the smallest smile I could muster and let go of her wrist, laying back into the pillows. She slides a hand on my forehead and it goes into my curls. She kissed my forehead and walked to the door.
"Get some sleep, call me if you need anything okay?" She gave me a sad smile and walked out of the room.
Now she was just confusing me because did she just reject me without either of us talking about dating? I don't think I asked her out but I think I wanted to. I want to I really do, but how the hell am I supposed to do that when she can't take me seriously? I better get over this damn sickness soon.
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Hi hi! It's fxchild back again with another chapter! Sorry if this is bad I had to rewrite it THREE times because it kept god damn deleting. This took me 2 hours and 15 minutes to write (I timed it yes) so hopefully you enjoyed it. Plsplspls if you did not see my other post to put some requests in because this will be one of the last chapters until Mr. Fairchild finishes his story. I literally do not care what you ask me to write as long as it's not acc insane. If my requests don't work PLEASE dm me I will answer because no one texts me like ever ! Anyways, I love you guys so so much 💕 thank you for continuing to motivate me to write.
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what finn’s characters are like during s3x? I FEEL WEIRD REQUESTING THIS BFISJSJSAJDJS
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[𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] too many to pick out, just a shit ton of nsfw shit.
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Is he a top or bottom?
Well, it kind of depends on the day. Sometimes if he's feeling particularly stressed, he just wants to watch you ride him and praise him while getting his head rubbed. But if he's pissed off (or just bored), he wants to top. When he tops, you know you're probably not going to be in the same position for more than a couple minutes.
What are his favorite positions?
Finn likes missionary. He's an old fashioned guy who thinks eye contact is a private kind of intimacy. Doggy is definitely a hella close second though. He's a hair tugger, so it's a lot of fun to pull your head back by your hair while you're on your hands and knees in front of him getting impaled from behind.
How freaky is he?
Once again, it kinda depends on the day and the mood you catch him in. Being a celebrity, Finn's hella paranoid the second that zipper goes down an inch there's gonna be cameras all over the damn place, so public sex is a no-go. He'll fuck you anywhere in the house though. In fact, the bed is hardly ever an option. He loves shower sex and car sex, kitchen table sex ain't too shabby either. He has a thing for having his hair pulled and, as narcissistic as it may sound, he likes it when you call him by his characters' names. It gives him an excuse to change personas.
How noisy is he?
He doesn't have any loudass moans, but he has some breathy ones here and there. He groans more often than not. Occasionally he whimpers.
How long does he usually last?
About ten to fifteen minutes on a bad day and up to an hour on a good day. (Dude has almost spooky levels of self control.)
Protection or no?
Absolutely. He can't risk knocking you up right now.
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✧˚ miles ۫ ׅ ✧
Is he a top or bottom?
Top, all the way. He's somewhat controling and he also doesn't like sitting still for long, so he hardly ever lets you ride, as that would kind of give you the wheel and he's not about that. He likes to decide when you have sex, where you have sex, for how long, and in what position. He makes all the decisions, and you know. You're probably gonna be hella sore afterwards. Like hella sore. My man has hella high libido.
What are his favorite positions?
Miles has favorite positions that don't even have names, that's how fucking freakshit he is. He loves it to the side the most though, with his fingers wrapped around your ankle, holding it up, his grip usually pretty tight. His other hand is usually clamped over your mouth.
How freaky is he?
Miles is a FREAKSHIT. Most of the time, he twists you into positions that he's made up, and you know for damn sure he'd got an entire chest he keeps in his closet that he uses for "playtime". He's also maybe a tad bit creepy with the kinks that he has at times, but that's kind of to be expected. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be his girlfriend.
How noisy is he?
Not very. He lets out a few breathy groans here and there, but most of the time he's pretty quiet. It's kind of creepy, but also maybe a little bit attractive?
How long does he last?
As long as he wants to. It really depends on how horny he is, but averagely about thirty to forty-five minutes.
Protection or no?
Lmao, no. Good joke, though.
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✧˚ boris ۫ ׅ ✧
Is he a top or a bottom?
It depends on how high he is during the fucking. If he's sober or moderately high, he likes to be on top. But if he's balls to the walls high, he's a little bby and must be treated as the pillow prince that he is.
What are his favorite positions?
Doggy. At least for dom Boris. He likes to pound behind you with your hair wrapped around his fist like a horse rein. Preferably with a mirror in front of you so he can watch while he smokes. He's a lil freak thang. Subby Boris likes to be ridden because BOOOOOBS in his face.
How freaky is he?
Boris likes public humiliation, whether he be the one being humiliated or the one doing the humiliating. He also likes watching you touch yourself while he's forced to watch with his wrists tied to a bedframe (this is sub Boris, btw. Dom Boris wouldn't put up with it.) He also likes spanking (him spanking you, he doesn't like his ass being touched because he's a bitch.)
How noisy is he?
Extremely. My boy does not care if someone else is in the house. If he's getting pussy, PEOPLE WILL KNOW ABOUT IT.
How long does he last?
Again, it depends on how high he is. Dom Boris can last for twenty minutes, but with sub Boris you'll be lucky if it lasts more than like ten.
Protection or no?
Sometimes, yeah. But the other half of the time he lowkey forgets and you have to get him to smuggle in some Plan B from the store.
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✧˚ ziggy ۫ ׅ ✧
Is he a top or a bottom?
A top. A very messy, very cocky top. It's kinda funny how confident he is in his abilities. He is also a bottom. Pet his hair and watch him whine, I dare you.
What are his favorite positions?
He likes to go down on you. Albeit, he's very good at it, but he also a sloppy thruster. But at the same time, it kinda adds to the experience because somehow he manages to hit the right spots with every pound. Plus, look at him up there with his little gold chain. He's so cute.
How freaky is he?
Ziggy may be an awkward teenager on the streets, but he's a freak in the sheets. He has this fantasy where he really wants to record your sex so he can use it for tissue time later, but he's too much of a bitch to ask you. He's also hella good with his tongue, it's actually kind of surprising. Plus. You know. He look good as hell down there on his knees like the champ he is.
How noisy is he?
Lmao very. But only when he's actually having sex, if he's just beating it, he's pretty quiet. But during the real deal... Yeah, that loud ass moaning and swearing Evelyn hears from Zig's room is indeed her son getting to third base with a lady person.
How long does he last?
Thirty minutes tops for him. Not bad.
Protection or no?
Usually yeah, but for quickies he just pulls out and spills everywhere, which most of the time his mom finds because his stupid ass didn't clean up.
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[ A Note From Zee ]
Y'all, this took me way too long. I'm gonna have to split this into two part. Next part will include Trevor, Mike, and Richie.
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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]
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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Hampter?...
Miles Fairchild headcannons(just bs)
⪩-"what the fuck is that?" he asks as he looks down at your hamster.. hampter. "my hamster.. wanna hold him?" you ask with a smile as you begin to take your hamster out of his big cage, Miles doesn't protest or say yes. he just lets you put the hamster in his hands
⪩- he looks down at it like its nothing, this doesn't surprise you as he's more into his spider and other things a like. nothing furry or that would be considered "cute"
⪩-"whats his name?" Miles asks as he doesn't take his eyes off of your hamster. "billy" you respond almost immediately
⪩- couple minutes of silence pasts by before Miles randomly speaks up--"I could feed him to my spider if I tried".. "what the fuck?" you mutter as you take the hamster out of his hands only to see that the hamster pooped on him...
hampter :)
#beautyislovely#x reader#finn wolfhard#finnwolfhardcharactersxreader#milesfairchildxy/n#miles fairchild x reader#miles fairchild#miles x reader#the turning#hampter
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Hi gorgeous!! I was wondering if you could do a yandere miles x f! Reader if you’re comfortable but it’s fine if you’re not!! 💞💞 also could I be 🩰 anon if you take anons??
so pretty - m.f
pairing(s): miles x reader & reader x s/o
summary: being chased around by a man who just killed your friend doesn’t sound like how you wanted to end your evening.
a/n: hi ml!! ive never written anything about yanderes so take this as you please 🫶 + ofc you can be 🩰 anon <3 + i do not mean to romanticize this in anyway, it is purely fiction!
warnings: yandere themes, cursing, mentions of murder
wc: 1.6k+
You pant, frantically running away from the man who’s holding a knife you can’t help but think it’s been a hectic fucking month. First your best friend is shot right in front of your eyes, next the same fucker who shot your friend is chasing you with a dangerously sharp knife.
Fuck who even was this dude? What did he want from you? You spun around, picked up a nearby rock and flung it at him. Not even sparing him a glance you ran. You ran until you felt as if your lungs were going to fail you.
As you tried to catch your breath, you dashed behind an enormous tree. You didn’t want to die, you barely lived your life. And what about your boyfriend? You loved him too much. Fuck what if you didn’t make it out alive? How would he react?
You heard leaves crunching under the thick boots this murderer had on. He was near. Your palms were clammy. Were you going to die tonight? Was this it?, You thought, eyes watering up at the thought. As you closed your eyes and tried to call yourself down with breathing methods everything went silent.
“Did he leave? God I hope he did.” You muttered underneath your breath, so quietly you barely heard it yourself. However this wasn’t the same for him.
He had gone quiet, hoping you would come out. And indeed you did. He heard your silly little prayers. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. His Y/n was always too gullible. You reminded him of a puppet. No, scratch that, a doll. An unused doll, a porcelain doll that was fragile and needed someone to help her. And that person was him. Only he could help you.
He had gone quiet, hoping you would come out. And indeed you did. He heard your silly little prayers. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. His Y/n was always too gullible. You reminded him of a puppet. No, scratch that, a doll. An unused doll, a porcelain doll that was fragile and needed someone to help her. And that person was him. Only he could help you.
You heard him chuckle. You thought it sounded familiar but shrugged it off, blaming it on your nerves. He was still here. Shit, did he hear you? When you were lost in your thoughts, the man charged at you.
Your eyes shot up, alarmed only to be knocked down by the man who had tackled you to refrain you from moving. You screams weren’t heard as he had slapped his hand over your mouth.
“Shut that fucking mouth up before I shove a knife down it.” The man’s voice came out, rough. Your screams had gone instantly silent hearing those words come out of his mouth.
“Good girl.” he complimented, knife in hand to know that his threat wasn’t empty. You told yourself over and over in your head that this wasn’t real, this was all a nightmare. A nightmare that felt too realistic. Oh for goodness sake, who were you trying to fool? You knew that this could either be the end of your life or a start of a very twisted one.
As the masked man starts to slowly pull something out his bag, he tuts, “Y/n.. you know staring at someone is bad.” It was as if he was scolding a child.
“How do you know my name?” Your voice came out, small. Fuck. You were terrified. First this man fucking kills your bestfriend, then he tackles me, and he knows my name?
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, alright?” He hummed, revealing ropes of thick long rope that had spilled out of his bag. Just what was he planning on doing?
“Can I at least get a name?” You whimpered out, back aching from the position you were in. “Oh Y/n you already know me! You don’t recognize me?” He exclaims, imitating a sniffle.
“Well if you don’t, wouldn’t you like to know?,” he uttered out. “You were always too nosy for your good. Never liked that about you really.” Snorts of amusement coming from under the mask.
Your eyes went down immediately, filled with embarrassment with his comments. His hand jerked to grab your chin rather roughly, forcing eye contact. Well, that’s what you assumed he saw. You felt his smirk through the mask. Fucker.
“Don’t be shy Y/n! It’s alright no one’s around to hear anything.” You could practically hear the glee in his voice. As it was obvious that you weren’t going to attempt to talk to him, he sighed.
He got up off of you, you were relieved yet confused why he did so. But just as those thoughts were let loose. You felt the thick rope circling you continuously. Shit. You were done for.
When he was content with his work, he took a step back and broke out into a fit of giggles. It was so amusing to him, seeing her all scared and teary eyed. He had gotten something he finally wanted. He craved her. He craved seeing those tears dripping down her oh so beautiful face, pleading him to stop.
“Fine,” he huffed out, tired of your silence. “If you want to know who I am so badly, I’ll let you see for yourself.” The rage in ripping off the detailed mask was no shock compared to who lied behind it.
Fucking Miles. The boy you rejected in junior year. He was cool about it, saying it was alright. That was before he had stormed off into the boys bathroom, returning with blood stained hands, ignoring people’s stares.
Suspiciously, you had no choice but to cross him off the list as a suspect to whoever was sending you those creepy letters as he stopped pursuing you. Guess you were wrong.
Those creepy letters holding creepy messages. “I love you so much Y/n, you know your strawberry shampoo really makes you smell nice.” and “I know you’re afraid of the dark Y/n, don’t worry I’ll be around to help you my darling.” were just a few of many horrendous letters.
“Miles?” You said, baffled seeing him. “That’s right darling.” He said, tossing the mask god knows where. “You know Y/n, I thought you would’ve gotten the clue. I always get what I want,” He spoke, grasping you by the collar of your shirt. “And I want you Y/n. I love you so so much. I’ll love you until the day I die. If you die, I’ll die as well.”
“M-Miles.. I don’t really know what to say..,” you spluttered out. “My answer is still the same Miles I’m so sor-” “Why won’t you love me?” Miles spat out, cutting you off. He started to shake you aggressively. “Just why? Am I that unlovable? Am I unattractive? Is there anything I can fix about myself?” Miles babbled on, letting the grip on your shirt loose.
“Miles- Miles,” you spoke up, attracting his attention. “Miles. You know why I don’t love you? It’s because-” you suddenly gasped as he placed the tip of the knife onto your chin, as if it was edging you to go on.
“Hmm?,” Miles edged on. “Go on darling, tell me.” He finished off, pressing the knife down knowing if he went any deeper he’d leave a cut.
You went silent. You knew if you said anything you’d probably end up dead, for this was Miles last straw. If you blew it, god knows what would happen.
“That’s right pretty, I know you didn’t have anything against me. Empty words hurt you know Y/n? I know you didn’t mean it but still.” Miles said, holding a look that mocked sadness.
“C'mon love speak to me. I’m not that mean.,” Miles pouted, slowly bringing the knife down to his side. “You know this is because I love you so so much.” Miles babbled, caressing your hair.
“Miles, if you let me go, I won't tell anyone. I promise.” You whispered, slowly pulling your head up. “Please Miles, please please.” You muttered over and over like a mantra. You were desperate and wanted to escape. Fuck you would even keep your word. You wouldn’t tell anyone if you would live.
“No, no, no you’re lying.” he mumbled under his breath. “Stop lying to me!” Miles shouted at your face, spit splattering onto your face. Fuck thats nasty.
“Miles i swear to fucking god please i wont ever..” you trailed off, stopping mid sentence as Miles turned his attention to his bag. He was digging in his bag, tossing things that weren't his desired object. Curses and pleads continuously split from him.
For a moment he stopped. He stopped and turned around with the biggest smirk on his face holding a rag. A wet rag in fact. What the fuck was that dosed in?, You thought. Was this really going to be your last moment? Spent in the woods with Miles fucking Fairchild.
You stared at him as he approached with his long limbs, stomping against the dirt filled ground. Once he bent down to you, he didn’t hesitate on muffling you with the rag. You screamed and screamed but you were helpless. Your cries weren’t heard by anyone other than Miles. In fact, he looked as if he enjoyed it. Sick fucker.
Your lids felt heavy. Shit. as Miles felt content at what he was looking at, he lifted the rag, throwing it god knows where. “Fuck you Miles.” you spit at him with all the power you had in your body before you felt your consciousness slipping from you. Gazing above you, you saw Miles grasping your hands with such fragility, as if you were going to break any second. “Miles you’ll regret this so much..” you stuttered off, chloroform kicking in letting the chances of you staying away strand you.
“So, so pretty.” Miles lavished, admirably gazing your body out cold. He heaved your body off the cold ground, carrying you as if you were a baby. ``Let's go home now, hmm?” Miles questioned your unconscious body knowing he wouldn’t get a response. It made him feel joyful. You were finally his. And you were only his. Forever.
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