#wayne series
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Shoplifting | Wayne M.
warnings ✩° : smut, cursing, partial exhibitionism, fucking in a public place but in a private setting, enclosed space intimacy, p in v, unprotected sex bc i forgot to write a condom in, cursing.
pairing ✩° : wayne x fem!reader, characters are of age and NOT minors.
premise ✩° : known to be a bit of a kleptomaniac, you go to the mall with wayne in hopes of stealing some pricey clothes from a store only to find the two of you locked inside a changing room. what better to do than to take advantage of the situation?
word count ✩° : 4.8k
authors note ✩° : guys writers block is real. finishing this was HELL. might take a short break...just like this fic tho it’s short and rushed...i need my smut writing skills to improve IMMEDIATELY.
There’s something about the color orange that sticks out to you. Most people don’t like it, some do, but only because they’re taught it means warmth like summer or sweet like a tangerine. But you always thought orange was just a really nice color, no explanation. That’s why you chose it.
It was found on a rack in one of the most expensive stores in the mall that was known for its wide, yet very exclusive, selection of tops and lingerie. Victoria’s Secret.The prices in that store are always really high, so you just like to browse. Or at least that’s what you make it seem like.
Truth is, being a bit of a kleptomaniac has its perks. You don’t even think twice about grabbing tubes of $20 lip glosses or $36 perfumes and sliding them up your long sleeve hoodies or jean pockets. It comes naturally and you are a known prodigy in your craft. Long before anyone can realize or even detect on cameras, you leave with your pockets full of both money and items that would cost a fortune. The mall is your playground, and it’s not hard to get what you want.
Today you came in with your boyfriend Wayne, who’s known to be very strange looking. That’s not a bad thing, since it works out in your favor sometimes when you’re being followed or people try to hit on you or even worse, try and hurt you. But other than that, Wayne is known to be the reason people look the other way or lock their doors and shade their windows. No one knows how loving he is towards you, like a bear drawn to honey. He would do anything for you. But, side by side, it would be hard to go into certain stores without be given weird glances or worse, followed around.
When you first entered Victoria’s secret, you told Wayne specifically to wait outside, but knowing he’d get impatient with you, you gave him a task instead and asked for different sizes of different sets you liked. He gladly accepted, leaving you alone to try on different undergarments and admire yourself in the mirror for as long as two minutes per set. You knew he’d be at a loss without you in a forest of lace and ivory mannequins, and a part of you liked knowing that. You're lost in your own thoughts when you came across the orange and white set, now fitting along the curves of your waist and hugging the plushness of your belly, pinching you in all the right places that only enhances your beauty.
Your eyes trace along the fabric, how the white mesh covers over your barely hidden breasts, little embroidered oranges scattered across it in an orderly fashion. The cuteness of the design completely clashed with the way the bra was manufactured to be what you liked to call a window piece, but it seemed to work really well. You spin around, glancing at the panties from behind and noticing how it straddled your inner thighs and almost pushed out your ass more than usual.
It was a good look, maybe a bit too tight, but it wasn’t constricting. Of course, the price made you gag, making it more appetizing to take off and slip into your tote bag resting on the seat provided in the dressing room you're already in. All you had to do was take off the tag and toss it on the floor, on top of the mirror or something. Luckily for you, taking off tags was one of your specialties, though finding them was a struggle.
You let out a sigh and begin tapping your hand around the usual places where a tag would be : on the side of the underwear, back of the bra, inside of the bra, but none seemed to have the tag. You started to wonder if the tag was already taken off which would make snagging it much easier than you’d hoped until the sharp edge of the thin piece of hard plastic struck the tip of your finger, located on the very back of the bra. Finding the plastic attachment of the tag, your fingers curl around to gain tension and then you start to pull at it, plucking it off easily. In your moment of fumbling however, you notice the doorknob start to jiggle just enough to catch your attention.
For a moment, you freeze. Every nerve in your body tells you to stop even though your thoughts are screaming to move and get the garment off your body, but you don’t move. Your hands stay on the tag and instead, you watch the doorknob slowly turn, painfully staring with an owl like expression, each hair standing upright. That all stopped when the door slowly pushes itself open, revealing a very familiar tattered hand, bruises and cuts all over pale skin, holding two more sizes of the same two piece set you had tried on earlier.
You feel a wave or relaxation wash over your body as your eyes stare into your boyfriend’s dull, grayish eyes that seem to go full and wide when he looks at you. Only this time, his head is just slightly tilted down as he’s busy looking at other bra and underwear sets of the same orange piece.
“I got the other sizes.” Wayne says, “They said all these funny lookin’ numbers, but I just took whatever ones looked like your size and—”
You grab the doorknob quickly and pull Wayne in, shoving him against the wall next to you with a firm hand on his arm in just under a second. Your eyes flare with a flash of anger, anger at Wayne that he managed to scare you so bad, but also anger that you got worked up for no reason. The pounding of your heart in your chest makes you shake.
“Jesus, Wayne! You scared me! I thought you were a worker trying to get in here! They have sensors you know!” You say, still gripping onto him, not even paying attention to the clothing now piled on the floor. “Why don’t you knock first?”
“Why would I knock?” Wayne questions, “And why would a worker be trying to come in here when it says occupied? I thought we weren't doing illegal shit today, we got the money, don’t we?”
Though his questions make sense and have reasoning, you can’t help but remain a little flustered.
For a second, there’s silence between you two. Even if he wasn’t shoved in with you, Wayne didn’t even look down when he was first pulled into the stall with you, and you had completely forgotten you were next to being naked in front of him. You knew that the only thing protecting your dignity and saving you from embarrassment was a thin layer of orange mesh with tiny embroidered oranges. Wayne seemed to know that too.
“You look...pretty.” He says, leaning back against the wall behind him, “I like your oranges.” His awkwardness makes him cringe, but it makes you laugh instead. Wayne wasn’t a smooth talker, so his execution of his compliments hardly made way of what he actually wanted them to be. But he could hardly even focus, especially now.
“Thanks.” You twist around and accidentally brush up against him, “I like it a lot, what other sizes did you get?” You grab the bundle of hangers and hold each one up, looking at the slight difference in the sizing. Wayne had a habit of looking into you while he spoke, you always noticed. When he listened to you talk, and especially when he liked what you were saying, he would subconsciously lean forward, almost as if he was drawn to you.
In that habit, Wayne had forgotten about how close you two are and in leaning forward, ends up stumbling over you and knocking you directly into the wall in front of you. In an attempt to catch himself and not slam the both of you into the wall, his open hands fly to your hips and he quickly grabs onto the sides of your half covered ass.
There were many times where Wayne had touched you like that before, it’s no new news that you two have sex. But this time was different. This time, you guys knew you weren't alone and there were many clueless shoppers and staff around, and for that reason it felt off. Still, the proximity of both you and him closes in a second and by the way you're dressed, and the way he’s so close to you, holding you from behind.
“We should probably pay for this. It’s getting kind of stuffy in here anyways. How much you got anyways?” You turn your head over your shoulder, expecting him to move first, but he doesn't.
“Probably enough to buy this thing for you.” Wayne pinches an orange cream ribbon from the side and drops it back down, “Why oranges?”
“I saw it and it looked cute, does it not? You just said it was pretty.”
He looks at you with the same puppy eyes he always has on and gives a small smile of reassurance, moving his hands up from your hips to the sides of your stomach, slowly traveling up your body.
“You forget we’re kinda in the middle of the mall here?” A grin plays unto your lips and you grab his wrist to stop one of his hands from moving up to your chest.
Wayne lets out a breathy sigh that tickles your ear, and you start to feel his rough and calloused hand start to squeeze and massage your breast. “There’s no one around. Plus, the door’s locked from the outside.”
Pause. “What.”
He looks at you in confusion and stops all movement, tilting his head to the side so his fluffy brown hair spills onto his shoulder. “What?” He doesn’t get it.
“What do you mean the door’s locked from the outside?!“ You spin around and shove your hands against Wayne’s chest, easily moving him out of the way. You wiggle the door knob, and low and behold, “It’s locked!?!”
Wayne rubs his hair back confusingly, “Yeah? I just said that, didn't I?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think you were serious! Did you lock it?”
“I didn't, no, but I saw a sign outside that had red marker over a piece of paper. Something about ‘do not enter’ and ‘stall is closed for maintenance and will not close.’ But it was the only one alone from all the others, and I’d be able to unlock it if need be.”
“Wayne! Do you realize that we’re both in here now?!” There was no point in arguing. On one hand, if you argue your way to a loud volume, you both would be found out and arrested for taking tags off of expensive merchandise. On the other, you would most likely rot there until something busted you out. The second option started to seem better than the first, judging by your circumstances. Plus, though anyone with half a brain could read the sign and understand it, but Wayne didn’t have half a brain. He just did what he wanted.
You flash your boyfriend an apologetic look, batting your lashes down and swaying your hips backwards to give yourself some room in the cramped stall. By the way he looks at you back, your heart aches a little for raising your voice.
“It’s not all bad, Wayne.” You touch his arm and smile, “It could be worse. Like, this could be a new changing room and the lock wouldn’t be rusted shut...and...it’d be harder to get out...?” You hide the fact you have no idea what you were saying, only trying to muster something out so Wayne would feel less horrible about himself. It was no use though, the same expression sat on his eyes and down turned lips. But he appreciates it nonetheless.
Wayne nods and looks back into your eyes. You flash him a smile before turning your back towards him, lifting your hair to the side and exposing your ribbon caged back to him. “Can you try and get this thing off? I can’t breathe very well and I’m trying to get the tag off.”
Wayne hesitates. “How’d you even get it on in the first place? I don’t even see a zipper.”
"These things don’t need a zipper. Just a pair of hands to untie it and get it on.”
He shrugs and starts to untie the piece, tugging at thin ribbons and cute lace embroidery, toying at the fabric like some cat batting around a yarn string. When it becomes clear that Wayne doesn’t know what he’s doing in the slightest, you turn around to face him and give him a disappointed look. But, in your attempt to do so, your top instantly falls to the ground, startling both you and Wayne.
“I-I had it.” Wayne chokes out, covering his eyes and desperately trying not to give into any thoughts to look at all the places he shouldn’t.
“It’s fine! Just let me—“ You bend down and try to pick up the top, accidentally bumping directly into Wayne, crashing right against his legs. When you try to stand up, Wayne moves forward to give you more room, but ends up throwing off your balance over all.
“Sorry—It’s just so cramped in here! Here, wait, go over there! No, over there—fine, ok I’ll go! Ugh! Wayne!“ You groan in frustration and finally, manage to stand up. Only, now you’re somehow closer than you were before, only centimeters apart to Wayne’s face, who’s now up against a wall, halfway down it.
His hands twitch as they lay on the smoothness of your thighs, giving into the slightest touch and only itching to have more. He quickly finds it in himself to pull you closer, bumping your exposed chest into his clothed one, not caring or even paying any mind to your nudity. He only curls his fingers of his unoccupied hand into your hair, reaching up and gently closing the gap between you.
You hadn’t realized before just how soothing Wayne’s kisses were. In fact, they were the only thing keeping you from freaking out, quite literally naked and full of anxiety that someone could walk in and see you both. But all fear washes out as soon as Wayne reminds you, yet again, to keep your attention on him.
It’s hard to focus on just him though, with people talking around you, the sound of metal hangers gliding across racks
He spoke slowly, “Can I?” asking for permission. With a head nod, you agree and maybe without thinking, you lean forward and kiss him again.
With no room to make any sound or talk after that, Wayne pulls you onto his chest, hoisting you up just enough so he can hold you with both arms. Even when his eyes are closed, he still knows the way to your body as if they were wide open. He begins to move his hand south, brushing his rough skin against your smooth body, tangling his digits in the spaces of the orange silk. You can feel his chest expand as a sign of his impatience, wasting no time to pry the fabric off your lower half.
You let him do all the work, since you have no room to, and feel as he undoes his own belt and shags it down just enough so the rough denim of his jeans hangs off his hips, enabling a window of his boxers to be seen. Even though you're too busy trying to stay quiet, the scene is all too familiar, you can practically see everything. Wayne hurriedly takes himself out, fixing his hold on you as he releases his cock out of it’s confinement, and wastes no time to press against you.
As you look down, the sight of his tip already soaked in precum makes your heart flutter. It’s just as hard and erect as you thought it’d be, seeing as the effects of your outfit must have worked like a charm.
“I uh...I thought of—” Wayne opens his lips and tries to say, his voice an level higher than a whisper.
“Shh!” You hush, already somehow winded, “Shut up.”
Wayne presses his lips together and nods, a bit stunned from your hostility. But there was no room to be nice, there was no room to do anything at all. Almost instantly, his big hands ride the saddle of your hips and he snaps back into motion.
“Hm!” You let out a small yelp as Wayne enters his way into you, pushing the lacy material of the orange underwear to the side, he uses the tip of his cock to part your legs open, his size stretching you just enough to send both of you over the edge. He waits for a second, just to catch his breath, and watches you as you adjust to his size. He’s always been a bit too big for a daily fuck, but you barley paid any attention to it. When you’ve caught your breath, you look up at Wayne and give him a nod, silently telling him that you’re ready for him to move. He nods back which moves the choppy bangs in front of his eyes to sway forward.
His pace is slow, at first, not wanting to hurt you but also a bit rushed, seeing as the public place isn’t the most convenient to share an intimate moment with. But seeing as you hadn’t planned it at all, you had little room to complain.
Even with what little room you have, you find yourself subtly grinding back on Wayne’s groin, not even thinking. The small movement makes him throb inside of you, an uncontrollable response. Before you two know it, you pull away and gasp for air, hot breaths meshing together as you try and catch what little oxygen the room has to offer. It’s stuffy, so it doesn’t help the rising temperature between you, and the heat emitting off your bare chest makes it worse.
Wayne watches as a string of saliva connects from his lips to yours and breaks instantly, effectively making your lips wetter and rosier than usual. The sight makes his heart pound. You barely register his expression before he moves again, rutting himself against you like a depraved animal.
Not wanting to make a sound, two hand covers your mouth as Wayne starts to thrust his hips into yours, hard and deeply. Wayne can’t move as much as he’d like, if he had the opportunity, he’d absolutely ravage you like he usually does, savoring each moment and taking it slow. Once he grabs hold of your hips and starts moving your body against his, the combination turns deadly.
You squeeze your eyes shut tight but Wayne refuses to look away. His icy brown eyes practically glued on your eyelids beg for you to open yours and just look at him.
Labored breathing works its way out of Wayne as you writhe under his touch, scraping your nails into his back, even with a shirt on, managing to make a few red marks that’ll sure to appear later. He didn’t mind, Wayne’s only concern was fucking you as quick as possible and then find a way to get out of the dressing room without being noticed. But how can he think clearly when all he can hear is the struggled, barley muffled noises coming from your mouth?
“Open your legs a little.” You can barley hear his voice, it’s so quiet. He must’ve actually listened. “Right there, just like that.”
It feels too good. Better than usual in fact, to the point where the idea of stopping or slowing down quickly fades out of the picture. All of Wayne’s lack of reason only clouds his head and encourages him to speed up his pace, using a firm hold on your chest with the crook of his arms to hoist you up and arch your back manually for him to get in a better angle. You never thought it was possible to be this overwhelmed with everything all at once. Jolting downwards more, you let out uncontrollable moans, just barely being muffled by the palm of your hand to attempt to conceal your location as best as you can. Still though, Wayne remains completely unbothered and continues to thrust into you, the sides of his length rutting against your walls as loud as he can possibly make it.
A bit of frustration takes control as you twist over your shoulder, giving him an annoyed expression as he looks at you with a heavy-lidded stare of confusion. It’s moments like these where you wished he had a bit more common sense than what he had by default.
“S-Slow down! I can’t keep up!” You groan out, shuffling back into him to try and bump your hips with his.
Wayne grips your hips closer, harder, which makes you moan out again, only louder, and encloses the distance between your mouths with his lips on yours. You struggle to find the right part of him to grab on, slapping your hands on his chest, arm, and finding his back that eventually satisfies as a place to hold on to. He, instead, finds the underside of your thigh. The feeling of his fingers pressing lightly into your sensitive skin makes the hair stand on your body, losing grip on his back, turns into frantic touching.The sting of his nails digging into your flesh makes your head spin and very quickly forget all sensibility, allowing him to speed up again.
You can only hear the creaking of the feeble, obviously run down condition of the stalls next to you, as well as a bit of tapping from the metal lock clanging together.
With every sharp thrust, Wayne hoists you up, shoving you against the wall in front of you. He doesn’t mean to, but it’s enough to send all sorts of vibrations of heat to your core, basically slamming arousal into you each time. Wayne stares at your hands clamped over your mouth, eyes full of tears from the heightened feeling inside your stomach. You can’t bear to look at him anymore in fear of cumming too early, to which he’s well aware of, yet he pushes you against the wall one last time, nearly tossing you off the edge.
”Y-You're making too much noise—” You tear your hands away from your mouth for a second, just to protest his roughness, but Wayne takes the chance and plants his pliant lips against yours. When his mouth meets yours, his tongue roughly licks down, making a wet plucking sound when he pulls away, only to repeat several times.
“Someone might hear us, just w-wait a second!” You clench down around his cock, locking your thighs around Wayne’s waist to try and get him to slow down. But it doesn’t help.
You feel yourself spiraling, head reeling, as Wayne hurries his hips against yours and pounds into you, over and over again, just rocking you back and forth as quietly as he can. But even he can’t think right now, so he doesn’t even count how many ‘accidental’ times he’s made a loud squeak or shuffled his shoes against the floor to get a better hold on you.
Your walls tighten and suddenly you’re seeing nothing but the surface of Wayne’s shoulder, biting down on the thin fabric of his t-shirt, “Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” The taste of cotton laps over your taste buds, but even that isn’t enough to ignore the feeling of Wayne speeding up, now desperate to chase the high you both have worked so hard to finish.
He moans in pleasure and starts to pepper your bear shoulder in sporadic kisses, biting and marking down on your skin to silence himself just enough to last for a few more seconds. Just a few more.
Just a few more was all it takes before the pleasure finally collapses and so do you, right onto Wayne. He finally stops all movement and lets you ride out your orgasm, slowly pumping in and out of you to finish himself off as well. You want to cry, you want to curse, you want to scream his name but all you can do is sit as silently as you can on his arms, holding onto your mouth for dear life. Wayne huffs with his voice, raw with restraint and gruff with passion, watching your sad attempts at trying to keep it all together despite his cum filling every gap of your body up. “M-Mhm! Mh mh!” You let out a segmented sigh, your breath falling short on and dying half way. When Wayne pulls your body off of him, just enough for his cock to spring out of your insides, you can feel a bit of slick leak down the side of your trembling leg. You dare not make another noise.
You break away panting, maintaining eye contact with Wayne as he rubs his hands all over your body, almost apologetically for making so much noise. You can hardly see straight since all the blood in your body seemed to go directly to your head. For a second, there’s silence, a time to actually catch your breath without worrying someone is waiting outside for you. You glance up at Wayne, who’s gasping for air as much as you are, smiling, “Let’s never do that again.”
Wayne laughs a bit and bites his bottom lip. You can barely move from the pure ecstasy as he sets you down gently, legs suddenly losing their solid form and quickly turning into jelly. You cling onto him for stability and quietly look up at him again, to which he gives an understanding head nod.
Wayne goes to kiss you but suddenly gets interrupted by a knocking from outside.
“Excuse me?” A voice says, accompanied by the faint jingle of keys on a key ring.
“SHIT!” You mouth, profanity now spilling out of your lips faster than ever. A flicker of panic splashes across your face as the subtle sound of the door unlocking fills every gap and space in the small room. Wayne goes to turn around to hide but ends up bumping into the wall, cursing a bit as well before spinning back to you with his hand on his head.
“There’s a uh. Wall there. Just in case you didn’t know.” He whispers.
“I KNOW THERE’S A FUCKING WALL THERE JUST GIVE ME MY CLOTHES!” You demand with an open hand.
It doesn’t feel real, but just in the amount of time you have, you manage to throw on your jeans over your shifted orange underwear and shirt, stuffing the orange lingerie top from the ground into your regular bra. Fuck knows that you aren’t leaving this trapped hell without a free souvenir to take home.
Right when everything makes it way onto your body, you straighten your posture and turn to face the locked door, feeling all sorts of rushes of emotions. Fear, panic, pleasure, worry, relief, all pumping at an all time high.
“Looks like you two got locked in!” The voice laughs, key clicking into the jammed lock with a rusted, silver key. And just like that, light flows into the darkened room and nearly blinds you both. Just as the light pours in, the friendly face of a young worker does the same, her thin lips spreading across her high strung cheeks, happily, looking at two people with stray hairs flying all over the place and flushed faces.
“When my boss told me she saw two people come in here on the cameras, I didn’t believe it!” The worker laughs, clacking her keys back onto her belt, “The sign must’ve fell off or something. So sorry for the inconvenience, we’ll give you both a discount for any item you purchase today!” She bows her head apologetically, “Let’s get you out of here, I’m sure you’ve been waiting for a while now, huh?”
“R-Right. Sorry, we just...we lost our way a bit, but thank you for letting us out. I was convinced I was going to die in there.” You give a half hearted chuckle, just to appear like a normal, functional person.
“No worries at all! Let’s get you two rung up if you're both ready to check out?”
You nod and start walking out, Wayne following behind you, “More than ready.”
As you two follow the worker, you notice Wayne lag a little bit behind. You stop for a second to grab his hand, securing him in his rightful spot next to you, rather than behind. He gives you a smile, to which you both share. The moment was over for sure, and hopefully there isn’t another time that would ever happen like that again. You let out a sigh of relief and Wayne notices, leaning down to say something,
“Maybe we should do it out in public more often. That was fun. Don’tcha think?”
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For the wayne smut could you add the idea of them losing their virginity to each other. Thank you<3
Of course I can!Thank you so much and I hope you love it!Sorry if it's not great,it is my first spicy fic.Anyways,lemme know what you think!
Virgin Lovers
Warnings:SMUT Minors DNI
Pairing:Wayne McCullough x f!Reader
Word Count:1.5k
His smile. His eyes. His lips. Wayne McCullough infected your every thought. He made you feel things that you had never felt before. As you were lost in thought, you didn't realize that your phone had been constantly buzzing. You picked it up on the third ring of the 4th call. "Hello?"
"Hey Y/n, you got any plans later?" It was Orlando. You and Orlando had always been good friends which is how you met Wayne. Orlando had introduced you two one day when you had begged him not to make you skip class alone.
*Flashback*
"Pleaseeeee Orlando? I don't wanna go alone and you're way better at this than I am! Besides, I'm only skipping to help you get these new Pokemon cards you wanted! I don't have to do this, you know." You pouted and whined until he conceded. "Fine fine I'll go with you. You probably wouldn't know what to look for anyways." You were about to make an offended rebuttal when something else caught his attention. Or someone, you should say. Turning around to see who it was, you thought it was just going to be the girl he's been constantly crushing on with a spinal cage. But no. When you turned around, you saw none other than Wayne McCullough walking in your direction down the hallway. You felt your heart pound and your cheeks flush. Your throat constricted and suddenly your mouth had run dry. You guess Orlando had noticed this and nudged you in the side with his elbow. "Oooo somebody got it bad, huh? Who is it? Is it the guy with the clarinet you have band with?" You jabbed him with your elbow back and tried not to stare at Wayne's gorgeously bruised up face. Orlando caught notice and smiled wide. "Oh, you got it bad for my boy, Wayne huh? Want me to hook you up?" Your head snapped violently in his direction. "I swear to the Gods Orlando, if you embarrass me in front of him I will kill you." Wayne walked up to us and looked at Orlando, giving a little head nod. "Wayne man! Where you been?" Wayne chuckled a little and it was this sexy soft rumbling noise. "Whatcha mean? I'm like 20 minutes late." Orlando laughed. "Yeah 20 minutes and like 3 weeks!" Orlando must have seen you fidgeting with the rings on the chain around your neck cause he put his hand on your shoulder and looked at Wayne. "Wayne, this is Y/n L/n. She's new-ish. She was new, like a month ago." You felt Wayne's eyes on you and you looked up at him through your eyelashes before smiling awkwardly. "Y/n, this is the man. The myth. The legend. My best friend, Wayne mothafuckin McCullough." Wayne punched Orlando in the shoulder and he winced. "Damn man! I'm tryin to do you a favor!" Wayne's eyes never left yours, even when you felt your cheeks tinge pink and you looked away briefly.
*Flashback Over*
You had been inseparable ever since. Wayne ended up cutting class with you and at some point you had completely lost Orlando and went to some record store where Wayne had asked you if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. You and Wayne have been together for 3 years now and you could never be happier.
"Uh not really. Probably just homework. Why?"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me and Wayne to this club off campus later? It's supposed to be super rave and like alternative vibes and I know that's your shit. It took me forever to get Wayne to agree and I maybe sorta already told him you'd go?"
"Orlando!"
"I'm tryin to get a hot goth girlfriend! Help a brotha out!"
I sigh in defeat through my nose. "Fine. I'll go. But the moment anyone is too drunk, we're leaving. Got it?"
"Yeah yeah for sure! Thanks, Y/n! You the best!"
*Timeskip to the club*
You look around at your environment. It's a lot of flashing lights and loud music. Not really your scene. You scan the crowd for Orlando and Wayne when you spot them against the wall outside. You walk up to them and you notice Wayne's eyes scan up and down your body. You're wearing a faux leather 2 piece with a silver body chain covered in dangly purple and blue rhinestones with black sparkly platforms. "Hey guys, sorry if I'm late I-" You get interrupted by Wayne pulling you in by the waist. He keeps you close to him and it looks like he's glaring at something when you look up at his face. You look over and see him glaring at some guy. The creep looked like he was eyeing you and you weren't for it. You curled closer to Wayne before Orlando waved us to go inside with him. The place was loud but very hype and fun. It didn't really seem like your kind of scene though. You don't get why Orlando wanted us to come. Neither you or Wayne were much of the party type. After watching everyone dance for a while, you decided to call it a night.
Wayne took you home and got you settled inside, laying you down in bed. You just laid there staring at his beautiful face. "I love you." Wayne never blushes but his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. You don't know where the courage came from but you leaned up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss quickly evolved into a heated makeout session. Wayne crawled into bed on to of you, pulling away only to take off his shoes cause he knows you have a thing about shoes on the bed. His hands roam your body in your pretty outfit. You pull away tossing off your body chain and making quick work of his shirt. Wayne wasn't necessarily 'buff' but he was very well tones and had a gorgeous frame. Your hands glided from his shoulders down to his waistline, working on the button of his jeans. He pulled away to look at you. "Are you sure? I-I mean I've never. And you've never. What if you regret it?" You pull him in for a sweet kiss. "I could never regret it. If anything, I wouldn't want to lose it to anyone else." That must have really got him going cause he practically tore off your clothes. He slid his jeans off along with his underwear and kissed my neck, pulling a gasp from you. When he pulls away, you finally have a good chance to look at him and holy fuck. You didn't realize your boyfriend was so….well endowed. Big enough that it looked like it might hurt. Wayne grabbed something out of his wallet and when you noticed what it was, he looked at you sheepishly. "Orlando gave it to me." He shrugged and smiled shyly. He rolled on the condom and crawled back over you. "And you're absolutely sure?" You nodded and placed your arms around his neck so that you could play with his hair. He placed himself at your entrance before stopping. "Hang on gimme your leg." You looked at him confused before lifting your leg and he placed it up on his shoulder, doing the same with the other one. "I read somewhere that it hurts less if you do it like this." He realigned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You felt tears prick your eyes as he stretched you and he kissed your forehead, stopping. He made you look into his eyes. "Are you okay? Do we need to stop?" You shook your head. He stayed still, waiting for you to adjust until you nodded you head. He began to move and even though it hurt, it was a good hurt. You moaned softly as he bottomed out inside you. Wayne gently bit down on your shoulder and kissed it before placing his forehead on yours, beginning to find a steady rhythm. Your moans were the sweetest sound he had ever heard and he just wanted to keep hearing them. With one especially rough thrust he hit that special spot inside you and you arched your back while digging your nails into his and he ate that shit up. He continued at that pace as you screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. You felt the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and your breathing picked up more. He held you close as you came crashing down from your high as his hips stuttered, painting the inside of the condom with his seed. He pulled out slowly, tossing the condom into the bin. He got up to grab a towel to clean you up and brought back a glass of water for you. After you're all cleaned up, he crawls back into bed with you, covering you up and pulling you close as you slowly fall asleep in his arms.
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WAYNE MCCULLOUGH
warnings ✩° : mentions of being hurt, mentions of fighting scars, mentions of fighting, slight argument?, little angst?, wayne being .. wayne.
pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x fem!reader
authors note ✩° : hey guys.. i’m back after sm months but i’ll try to be consistent, i need to get back on the grind...
You sat, on your friend’s bed facing her. The silence in the room is so loud even though no one’s speaking, To break the silence you speak up “Why does it even matter that i’m with him?” you say in a loud voice “How does that affect you?!, Plus you hardly even know him. He’s genuinely a really good guy” you say in an upset tone, You stare at your friend for a few hoping she’ll speak up .. she finally does eventually “It matters because i don’t want you getting hurt! What point in that don’t you understand?”
You see the hurt in her eyes, For a second you feel bad but you choose not to let your feelings take over “He’s a bad guy. If he wasn’t then he wouldn’t just go around beating people up then would he?” she says with a questioning look on her face hoping you’d answer her question. “Listen, You’re my friend it doesn’t matter about who he is or not and if you can’t let me be happy and accept him then..” You look down at the bed trying not to face her “That’s the end of being friends.” You get up off her bed and grab all your stuff “Seriously?! all this over Wayne? Cmon y/n it was never that serious” you tune her out and leave the room. Heading home after all that, you feel hurt on the walk home questioning what you’ve just done but you end up brushing it off.
Later — It’s late at night around 10PM .. You lay in your bed scrolling on your phone until you hear a bang at your window. Frighted you slowly get off your bed and approach the window, Lo and behold it was your boyfriend Wayne. You open the window and stick your head outside “Yo! What the fuck are you doing?” you say with a smile on your face. “I don’t know, what does it look like i’m doing” Wayne responds in a sarcastic manner, You roll your eyes “i’ll be down in a sec to let you in” You then bring your head back in through the window and close the window shut. You happily go downstairs to open the door for him, “Where have you been all day? Haven’t seen you in class or at lunch .. or at all” you say to him as you grab his hand and lead him upstairs to your room
“Well i don’t know i jus’ didn’t really feel like showin’ up today” he says looking at you “I wanted you to be there.. I needed you to be there.” You sigh and hold his hand “I got into a slight argument with F/N after school today .. it was about you” Wayne’s turns to you visibly more intrigued with the story “Okay … It was about me what happened ..?” he says to you, Turning your head to face him “Well she kinda told me to not be with you anymore because your supposedly a “bad guy” and i didn’t like her talking about to like that so i kinda dropped her..?” “You didn’t have to do that for me. You know i don’t care about what ya friends think of me as long as your happy i’m fine with it” he says squeezing your hand tighter “yeah but .. i wasn’t okay with it. You mean a lot to me you know that right?” you graze his face with your hand “And you mean a lot me too” he says cupping your face, he pulls your face closer to his.
You feel his soft lips brush against yours, You lean into the kiss and you practically melted. Your hand was on his face, his hands held onto your waist, You took you hands off his face and brought it underneath his shirt feeling all his scars, You hate it when he fights because even though he still ends up “winning” he still gets hurt in the end but It was hot you had to admit. He brought you over to your bed, then you broke away from the kiss “Nuh uh my parents are home you know better than that” you laugh, Wayne rolls his eyes “Cmon that’s not even fair. First you tease me then deny me a good time” you smirk at him “maybe next time”. You lay in bed with him cuddled up together, you look up at him “I love you, Y/N,” he says breathily. A smile slowly appears on your face “I love you, Wayne”. He kisses your forehead, Wayne .. Even if i lost all of my friends it wouldn’t matter to me really because i’d still have you, Your not a bad guy.. You’re a good guy who does bad things. Wayne fell asleep in your arms, you noticed that you’ve been talking to yourself the whole time, you chuckle and kissed the top of his head.
#wayne#wayne series#wayne mccullough#wayne × reader#wayne headcanons#wayne mccullough x reader#wayne mccullough imagine#wayne mccullough x y/n#wayne mcullough smut#smut#smut headcanons#fem!reader#headcanons#imagine#fluff
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Yooo did I just write for someone who isn't Simon :000000 Yes I did. This is inspired by this specific image, but doesn't necessarily play during this moment. I might make this a regular thing but I can't promise anything!
All kept gender-neutral
Your eyes scan across his face, over the cuts and bruises that are slowly beginning to heal, the black eye that’s starting to disappear, barely visible in the darkness of the room. Some of his hair is falling into his face, and you debate moving it away, but decide against it, not wanting to wake him up. It’s the first night in a while that he’s actually getting proper sleep, and you’d hate yourself if you messed it up. He deserves a break for once, some peace and quiet. You watch as his chest rises and falls slowly, if you concentrate enough you can even hear his breath. It’s a quiet, peaceful moment, something that’s sadly grown foreign ever since the start of you spending time with him.
One of his arms is outstretched a little, and you subconsciously reach for his hand, but catch yourself just in time. It’s not that you don’t want to get closer, you just don’t want to disturb him is all. You decide that it’ll be much easier if you turn around, facing away from him, and it is, for a few minutes at least, because soon after you’ve turned around you can feel him move behind you, then he slings one of his arms over you, the other going beneath you, caging you against him as his head rests at the back of your neck. You can feel his breathing, the rhythm still the same, signaling that he’s not awake. Your heart is racing and you don’t know what to do. You take a deep breath and try to force yourself to relax, which proves to be easier than anticipated, because not long after you’re already drifting off yourself.
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@eamons-redguitar @pine-ferret
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I swear I walked into Wayne series thinking he's a sociopath or something, but by halfway through the first episode, it turns out he's just weird damaged little boy and I sat there all the time wanting to hug him.
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Nurse: So I had a visitor today. One ex-boyfriend of mine said a kid about your age came to his house and put two rocks in his window.
Wayne: No.
Nurse: So that wasn’t you?
Wayne: I didn’t throw rocks, I threw ice.
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Wayne is too short for such a nice series :((
#wayne#wayne series#series#series fanart#fanart#portrait#actor portrait#actor#wayne actor#mark mckenna#mark mckenna portrait#mark mckenna art#wayne art#wayne fanart
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Recently watched Wayne it was fire dawg.
#wayne#wayne series#wayne mccullough#mark mckenna#fan art#artist#character art#digital art#artwork#art#digital painting#digital drawing
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#dc comics#batman#dc robin#dc universe#superhero#batfam#batfamily#tim drake#bruce wayne#dick grayson#jason todd#red hood#nightwing#superman#superman the animated series#batman the animated series#conner kent#kon el#superboy#timkon#superbat
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More Wayne McCullough NSFW Headcanons
warnings ✩° : nsfw, smut, mentions of being hurt, submissive!wayne, mentions of fighting scars, sexual things idk.
pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x fem!reader
authors note ✩° : thank you guys for being patient and stuff, i need to get back on the grind...
- I’m not going to lie. Wayne is the type to whimper. Definitely not all the time, so when he does, it’s like a sweet little treat for you. But in certain situations, he’ll let out a soft whine or groan that lets you know just how much he’s into what you're doing to him. Wayne loves it too much to the point he can’t help what he says accidentally or absentmindedly.
- He goes completely crazy when he can’t touch you, so you tie him up sometimes or tell him straight out that he can’t, just to get the needy stares that you’ll inevitably get when you do so.
- Pull. On. That. Damn. Hair. He likes it just as much as you do.
- He does this thing where if you initiate a kiss, he’s a little surprised but sort of melts into it, but when you try and pull away he just steps forward so you don’t break the kiss too soon. It’s specific, but you two always get turned on when it happens.
- Given the fact you guys are constantly on the run or hiding, having sex and intimate moments aren't readily done most of the time. That being said, the chance you guys get when you're alone is usually very very fast and messy. It doesn’t really matter the place or time, as long as you two know you're alone, it’s enough. You try not to be loud, but can you really help it?
- Doing it in empty bathtubs at a friends house, abandoned sheds, behind walls in alley ways, Wayne isn't afraid to just fuck you wherever. He’ll grab you by your hips and fuck you against a wall if he has to, or better yet hide you two under a scrap piece of metal for privacy. (Yes, it’s gotten that bad before). You on the other hand are a bit more hesitant, but it’s only because you don’t want anyone else to see you or him in that position—or any for that matter.
- Unfortunately, when you guys manage to sneak in a quick fuck, sometimes people have walked in and ruined it. In the moment, it’s mortifying, but afterwards you and Wayne laugh about it. Sometimes, he brings moments like that up to cheer you up if you're mad at him or just feeling a bit miserable.
“Hey. Remember that one time, when we were doing it in that family restroom and you forgot to lock the door?”
“I try to forget.”
“You remember what that lady’s face looked like? Holding that baby? She almost dropped it.”
“How can you say all this with a straight face?!”
- Wayne really likes having you on his lap, either having his fingers inside you or on you, or his dick inside you, and just looking really uninterested so no one suspects anything. But in reality, he’s super into it and moves your hips back and forth, maybe even kissing your neck or shoulder to show it. For extra safety though, he keeps his jacket or flannel plastered on your lap.
- He’s a bit strong, so sometimes he goes a bit overboard. That means sometimes he goes a bit too fast or bites you too hard or overstimulates you—but it’s by total accident.
- If you're riding on top of him, that’s the closest to heaven that Wayne will ever get to. It’s such a sight to see, not only your body but the way you move on top of him is just pure ecstasy. He loves it so much, he’s not afraid to lean his head back and open his mouth, flaunting his adam’s apple with his mouth agape.
- He can’t tell when the appropriate time it is to say those three words, even when he’s said them a million times before. So sometimes, even when you're giving him the sloppy toppy, he looks at you with pure love and just lets it slip out, “I love you.” and it honestly catches you off guard 9/10.
- Wayne won’t admit it, but when you touch over his scars on his chest, thighs, or face, it never fails to turn him on or get him riled up. He doesn’t know why, but neither of you complain.
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I’m sorry but the pure lack of Wayne McCullough fanfic out here is ATROCIOUS
#wayne mccullough#wayne#autistic#autistic positivity#wayne mccullough x reader#Del lucetti#del#wayne series#wayne 2019#requests open#request#orlando#wayne x reader
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Welcome to this years Valentines Day posts! (if I don't post smth else tmrw (it's 1am it's technically still today) that I get the idea for) The idea is simple: the TikTok trend of screaming loving things in an angry voice and different language at your S/O! And since I want to, it'll be in Italian, with not 1! BUT 2 CHARACTERSSS
That's right, both Show Simon, as well as Wayne are getting one! :D
Without further ado, here's Wayne!
All kept gender-neutral
You had invited Wayne along to your annual family get-together, as per your parents request, because your family that lived away wanted to meet him
Thing is, your extended family is from Italy, mom's side specifically, and the older the relatives get, the less English they understand. Most of them only know Italian.
Wayne, however, does not.
You've taught him the very basics, like hello, thank you, goodbye, but it's infinitely harder when your relatives speak as fast as Auctioners.
So you act as the main translator for the day. Not that you mind, of course, you knew this was gonna happen
What you didn't expect, was one of your cousins to come up to you while you're with your mom, grandma and aunt and tells you you have to try something right now
They then show you a video of someone screaming very loving things in an angry voice at their partners. You immediately know what they mean, and everyone in the room supports you.
You decide to do it away from your family, though, since you don't want to make him uncomfortable, so you wait until most of them are gone and you're both sitting outside on a bench together, cuddled up
"È solo che ti amo così tanto!" ("I just love you so much!") You say, not too loud but still with an 'angry' tone
Wayne gets a little tense, and you feel a little bad
"Mi rendi così felice che è incredibile." ("You make me so happy it's unbelievable") you say, calmer this time. He's less tense, but still just as confused. But his face is too cute to stop
"Did I do something?" he asks
"Sei così carino, ecco cosa stai facendo!" ("You're looking this cute that's what you're doing!") you put your hands on his cheeks and smush them a little
"Dio, voglio solo baciarti tutto il tempo" ("God, I just want to kiss you all the time") and you do, which he accpets but it still confuses him
"Sei semplicemente troppo carino! Non voglio mai lasciarti andare!" ("You're just too cute! I don't ever want to let you go!")
He takes your hands off his cheeks and takes a breath, then very shakily and usure says "Ti.... amo... tanto....? Is that right?" ("I love you a lot")
You almost die of cuteness right there
"Oh my god that's adorable! Ti amo di più Tesoro!" ("I love you more, honey!") you throw your arms around him
He smiles and blushes "Your mom taught me that."
He then reaches into his pocket. "Your cousin told me to tell you this, but I don't think I can. What does it say?" he hands you a piece of paper
'Tell her: dovresti insegnarmi di più stasera ;)'
You don't have the heart to tell him what it means
The last one you can look up yourself ;)
Happy Valentine's Day everyone ❤️
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@eamons-redguitar @pine-ferret
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Some Headers there for Wayne and Delilah...
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Del: Hey. Do you, uh, wanna go cut some snakes in half with a shovel?
Wayne: Yes.
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