#boris x y/n

[bboricha]

➳ pairings: gojo satoru x afab!reader ➳ cw: not proofread, degradation, brat taming if u squint, marking, unprotected, mating press, overstimulation, dacryphilia if u squint, there's not a lot!!!

gojo has been touching you for exactly three hours now. kissing you, biting you, marking you, fucking you—you're not sure where this man manages to get the stamina to do so. because honestly, after the first two orgasms, you were already beat.

alternating between fucking you on his tongue, with his lithe, long fingers, and with his irresistibly girthy cock, you find your limbs losing strength as you bury your face into the sheets with no other choice.

he's pushing his cock into your puffy little cunt from behind, stilling inside you balls deep as he brushes away some of his pearly white strands sticking to forehead. he moves to take a swig of his water sitting on the nightstand, smirking against the bottle when he hears you swallow a moan from the smallest of movements. you can't help it, he's been feeling you up nonstop for so long now that it's simultaneously numbing and making you overly sensitive. and when he uses his palms to spread the fat of your ass apart, then using his fingers to get a good look at your messy pussy? you give the neediest whine that he's ever heard.

"does my stupid baby need to cum again?" he mocks, leaning down to cage you against his large frame. he snakes a hand over your chest, pulling your upper body towards his as he nips at your ear, leaving a mark just below the lobe.

"sato...ru... i—i can't take anymore—" he thrusts into you and you sob out, your cute, tight cunt spasming around his cock in response.

"you're just an ungrateful brat, aren't you?" his voice has gone cold and you hiccup, choking back more tears that threaten to fall. "even though i've been so good to you all night." he thrusts in again, drinking in your gasps and whimpers, babbling something about how it's too much or whatever.

he manhandles you into a mating press, pushing the back of your thighs up against your chest as he stares at the way his length disappears into your pussy sheen with slick, spit, and cum. he watched your hands fly up to your tear stained face, embarrassed at the state your in and he tsks, instantly ordering you to hold your legs instead to keep your hands from wandering. but for some reason, he's still unsatisfied when you oblige. little do you know that you're still too conscious for gojo's liking.

he can't help but wonder how you'd look like after another hour.

➳ an: assignments? what assignments

[redroses07]

favorite canadian

[ifangirlalot]

finn comforting and praising thick!reader while they fuck n hes so soo rough while he talks her though it hhhfhhfhfhshs ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

can i be ur 🍥 anon :oo

┊ ➶ 𝓯inn wolfhard x 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓿𝔂!reader ｡˚ ° | !!𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏!!

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 & 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊 | afab!reader, creampie, curve fetish, praise, spanking

Love Note From Zee ;;

welcome to the filth fam, 🍥 nonnie!

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Finn raised his head from between [Name]'s perfectly rounded thighs, his red lips swollen and wet from sucking on her wet, juicy cunt. He had been there now for God knows how long, he had lost count after her third or fourth orgasm. He had such a hard time resisting the soft thickness of her body, but it got so much worse whenever she let herself wear short skirts with halters and cute little heart shaped clips that left sweet indents in her soft skin.

Finn's hand stroked the skin of her thigh for a few moments before he suddenly smacked his palm against it. His cum-dumb baby let out a gasp as she jumped slightly, causing her thighs to jostle and jiggle in the most charming way. The corners of his mouth tugged upward into a lopsided smirk.

His teeth sank into his bottom lip as his hand continued stroking, slapping, and groping her sweet thighs. God, he loved those thighs. He loved seeing the skin there pink and marked in the shape of his hand. Loved watching the skin jiggle about. It was just the cutest.

"You've been so good, dolly," he cooed, raising himself up to his knees as his hands went to his waist to unhook his belt. "But, I think you can be even better. Just pull your pretty little legs up there and I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't see straight, 'kay?"

[Name] mewled and did as she was told, her hands reaching up and curving beneath her thighs and pulling them up so they were resting against her lush bust. Her skirt folded upward, giving Finn an even better, more wide view of her pussy. Her pussy lips were pink and coated with sticky cum from her last few orgasms. Poor, dumb little baby had been violently tongue fucked to her breaking point so many times, she couldn't even speak when she was spoken to.

But he liked it that way.

Finn smiled innocently, as though he wasn't about to violently fuck her into oblivion. "Good girl. Just stay right there for me." He unzipped his fly and folded down the waistband of his boxers. As he moved himself over her, he had to be careful with the way that he pushed his dick in her. Too quick and he'd cum as soon as his tip parted her sweet cunt. Those curves, that soft skin, they'd have him shooting out hot ropes of sperm before he could thrust.

[Name] whined softly, her legs quaking as he thrusted slowly for a few minutes. He quickly had enough of that shit, though, and gradually slid from grinding to pounding. He gripped her neck firmly enough to place pressure on her throat, but not nearly hard enough as to have her gasping for breath. He could hear the loud pap pap pap from her wet cunt as he cock abused her hole. [Name] was squealing and moaning and whimpering beneath him, drool dribbling from her plump, wet lips.

"Oh, that's a good girl," he praised, his voice gruff but gentle despite the rough movements of his hips as he stretched her open again and again. He took his hand off her throat and grabbed her thighs, readjusting them and pressing them against his waist.

"Come on baby, give me a squeeze. I wanna hear my bones popping." Finn demanded, rearing back and shoving back into her rougher than he had been doing. [Name] moaned loudly and did as she was told once more, her thighs pressing hard against his hips. He groaned and threw his head back. His dark hair was damp with sweat as his eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure. "Fuck, that's it, atta girl…"

He gave a couple more hard shoves into her sopping wet pussy before he slowly pulled out. She let him know of her disapproval by letting out a whiny mewl.

"Hush." Finn said, gently yet firmly, as he smacked her thighs, leaving yet another hand print on her skin. He wrapped her hair around his fist like a horse's rein and flipped her over with one swift movement. He moved the skirt up over her again and pressed her face into the mattress. Once he pulled her hips off the ground, he smirked and slid himself back in again, continuing his sexual abuse where he had left off, this time with his fingers roughly digging into her lush hips as [Name] let out muffled, pleasured sobs.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it up without spilling into her. He had to make it count. He grunted with every thrust back into her, his movements steadily becoming sloppy and uneven. Finn bent forward, tangling one of his hands into her locks again as he doubled his speed. Finally, he felt the knot in his navel unravel as he spilled hot rope after hot rope of seed in her sticky hole. One look between her legs told him she'd already came once before, as the white liquid trickled down her thighs and dripped to the soiled bed sheets. He must have been too caught up in ecstasy to notice.

"Good girl.. oh, you're so good.." Finn whispered breathlessly as he slowly pulled out. "Next time, I want you to get off on my head."

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[hopelesswritergall]

Hello!!!! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Boris pavlikovsky x cutecore fem reader? Or miles Fairchild x cutecore fem reader headcanons? I’m fine with either one if you want to,have a lovely day!!<3

Alright I’m writing this in one sitting please bear with me… let me know if you find grammar issues. English isn’t my first language and I want to learn!

General Taglist: It’s quite lonely here……

TW: mention of fighting, bloody nose, bruises. Yandere tendencies

Meeting him

Alright Boris and a girl who wears mostly pink. Unlikely combination but it’s true.

You were the stereotypical girly girl. Pink? You loved it. Lipstick? Pink. Clothes? Pink. Notebooks? Pink. Hell you were almost like barbie and had a pink mood.

You were doing pretty good in school and kept your grades up. Boris on the other his grades were sinking faster than the titanic.

There was a group project coming up for English. You have to read a book, present and write an essay. This would be the chance for Boris to get his grade up.

“Hey Theo! Come on man, let’s do it together!”

“Unfortunately Mister Pavlikovsky, the groups will be decided by me.” Miss Clarence spoke.

Boris sunk back into his chair, well if he isn’t with Theo, he isn’t going to do shit.

“Hmmm. Let’s see. Boris you will be paired up with……. Ah of course! Y/N!.”

Y/N? Who the fuck is that?

Boris knew he should know the face that belongs to the name but he doesn’t.

Suddenly his vision is filled with pink and he nearly has a heart attack.

“Jesus woman, don’t you watch where you’re going?!”

“That’s a way to introduce yourself. I’m y/n! We’ll be partners for the next project”

Aww hell no. He couldn’t.

“Miss Clarence. Is there anyway we can switch partners?”

Getting to know him:

It was week 3 of the project and Boris hadn’t done much yet. You decided to play a game so he would do stuff and he would get “rewarded”, almost like a child or dog..

“Alright Boris, for every 5 sentences you write, you can ask me a question! That way we can get to know each other!”

“And why should I do that? I can just let you do all the work.” He crossed his arms and leaned back

“Otherwise I’ll only hand in my part and you’ll fail. Don’t think you’d wanna do the year over again, do you?”

He grumbled a bit before writing, he finished the first sentences pretty quick. “Fine, Uhm what is your favourite gift to receive?”

“Oooo, great question!! I love teddy bears, flowers or books!! But I love every gift that someone put effort in.”

You guys talked for some longer and Boris, not wanting it, felt more of a connection. He really wanted to fall through the floor.

Some things during the relationship:

Boris once got into a fight with Mark (only the OG’s will remember my hatred towards Mark) because Mark insulted your clothes. Was it worth the trip to the hospital to check out his nose and knuckles for? Yes. Everyone that makes you cry deserves to rot in hell.

He steals you little stuff from the stores. He will often give you a bracelet or a flower. You even got him to make a flower crown together. You had to swear to not tell anyone!

You guys watch a lot of television together, a LOT

He is very protective of you, always asks what colour you want something in, despite already knowing the answer deep down..

[walmarttrashbag]

Finnie & Characters Headcanons!

Finn Wolfhard & his characters x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

I'm so happy it's not Yandere! It feels so much better for no Yandere to write with!!!

~First Date Headcanons~

Finn:

Finn, being the sweet guy he is, is a little nervous at first. He thinks you're so pretty. He pays for you even if you refuse, and you both walk in the park, before dancing around in the night. Really wholesome date for both of you. He drove you home and you shared a lovely kiss.

Richie:

Richie's so charming and charismatic, you couldn't help but fall head over heels for him. Going to the arcade and grabbing pizza. Believe it or not - He let you win Street Fighter! Richie biked you home that night and you kissed his cheek before you went in. He held his cheek, amazed, and biked home thinking about how lucky he was.

Mike:

You didn't know how he could afford a dinner date with his trusty 3.50, but you assumed he'd been working neighborhood jobs to earn the big bucks just for you. Rambles on about how much he misses El... It hurts your feelings so you stand up.

"Where are you going?" Mike would quickly say.

You looked away "I think it would be better to go."

Mike got up "Wait-" He ran over to you and kissed you. You felt weird weird looks from people but Mike grabbed your hand and dragged you into the men's bathroom, pushed you in a stall, and make out noises were echoing all over the bathroom.

Boris:

Let's be honest, Boris stole all the food and stuff and made sure his deadbeat dad wasn't here for anything. You were amazed by how much stuff he got away with stealing. Good food pretty candles, and even lots of flowers. Theo helped set up the place before going to bed. He woke up at 11 pm to hear Boris cursing in Russian and you moaning so loud your vocal cords could break.

Miles:

You were scared as fuck but he was actually incredibly loving. Opened up to you about his life, almost starting crying. The food was amazing, you thanked Mrs. Grose. You went upstairs to Miles' bedroom and almost fucked but Flora was too innocent for her little ears to hear such horrid noises.

Trevor:

You had lunch together in the ectomobile. Trevor sat close to you and put his arm around you, making sure no ghosts would get you, or at least that's what he claimed. You thought he was precious. You shared some kisses and stole bites from his food which he let slide this time. Almost getting killed by a ghost but Trevor resolved that quickly and reassured you everything's okay. You weren't let down in the slightest by this man.

Tyler:

Pizza was on him. He was so nervous, and you thought that was adorable. You gave him so many kisses. Tyler would've died if you weren't there to hold him close, muttering "Thank you" and "I love you". He was so head over heels for you.

Bobert:

Bobert was terrifying, but so mysterious as well. Not really any food to eat, but you laid down together and cuddled in the forest, so it was good enough for you. He was actually a great kisser, and he's earned himself a second date!

Hey! I'm so happy this isn't Yandere!!!! Thank you for requesting this!

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Scarlet Witch Powers in Different Colors!

[buurial]

﹙　wc: 1.5k　﹚⠀⠀⠀ᡣ𐭩⠀⠀⠀enjoy, my corpses

　　◡◡　dirty life .ᐟ　⠀｡　⠀b. pavlikovsky && t. decker

⠀⚰࿔　๋࣭　tags、gender neutral reader.　underage drinking, underage smoking, underage etc.　first (writing) post.　english is not my first language.　lowercase intentional.　unhealthy habits.　realistic consequences of someones bad choices. 　boris speaking different languages and speaking broken english: grammar speech mistakes are on purpose.　the goldfinch MOVIE because the book was, um, interesting.　pills; painkillers.　reader is said to be a lightweight.　sex mentioned.　one small sex(ual) implication.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꣑୧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sypnosis、a look into boris' daily life, ft. you and theo by his side.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꣑୧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀authors note、uffhfh enjoy maybe.　boris and theo are my wives (real)

BORIS' ROOM WAS, WELL, MESSY, TO PUT IT NICELY.　it had a certain smell of weed, multiple bongs placed around the room and a few tipped over, almost foggy from how much cigarette smoke is contained in there which doesnt ever leave as boris never has his door open, clothes—some of which arent even his, a few similar to other peoples clothes and some just completely random that look like clothes he would never even dare to touch—not even in a hamper and just looking like they are just tossed around casually onto the floor and on really any object near, having no sheets on his mattress—that looks as if it hasnt been cleaned in a while, having cigarrete burns and cigarettes ashes covering it, plus random food crumbs and more, barely looking comfortable—and a blanket that is haphazardly discarded to the point only half of it actually stays on the bed and the rest of it laid on the dirty floor below, boxes of stuff set around full of sweet jewels and expensive stuff that he could never afford meaning it was likely stolen, etc.　boris wasnt an organized or clean boy, opting to do the least amount of anything he really could and choosing lazier options.　the only thing he truly put effort into was doing bad things and manipulating others into things they didnt desire of doing, and you and theo were a great example of such.　he never really experienced having friends, so why would he know anything about how to treat a friend?　he knew little to nothing and was all street-smart when it came to anything, only intelligent when trying to learn a new way to get a fresh supply of cocaine or something.　when he finally realized he had managed to gain not only one friend, but two, he couldnt fight back a smile, happiness enveloping him for once in his life, but of course it didnt last long and he went back to that sorta emotionless him once more.　he thought of having friends as a way to escape reality, as sappy as it sounds, but also them being like his own kinda, like, slaves?　in a way?　friends could do anything for him!　supply him weed, cocaine, alcohol, anything, right?　besides that though, friends werent an important thing to him, but he kept them because he knew he wouldnt find any others who would even stomach anything he would, or could, do.

　midnights that were full of drinking, doing lines, and smoking turned into early mornings that consisted of headaches that could kill a small, sickly victorian boy at one feel of it and so many painkillers, laying next to two of his only friends with one still dead asleep; theo.　you were awake with boris, orange-tinted bottles scattering the already dirty mattress with a few of the pills spilling out, it being said that they were painkillers on the white that stuck to the bottle.　boris could handle the heavy nights, but you clearly couldnt, groaning in discontent with your head stuffed in a pillow where you almost couldnt breathe.　being a lightweight and scared to do bad things sucked when friends with boris cause he was just hardcore as hell, wanting to do anything and everything bad that would affect his health and future.　it was another day that smells did more than linger, strongly smelling of every bad decision that boris had ever made.　boris, even after an entire night of drinking, doing lines, and smoking, had a cigarette between his pointer and middle finger, fogging up the room just a little more as he brought it to his cracked and dry lips, taking a deep inhale before pulling the cigarette away from his mouth.　he let the smoke really soak up into his lungs for a moment before finally puffing the see-through mist out, staring blankly ahead.

　"you хорошо?" boris eventually asked, breaking the deafening silence.　he glanced over, taking in the view of you being distraught.　you, not knowing russian, turned your head out of the pillow—and intaking a large breath after having your head placed in the fabric for a good while, not getting good airflow—and only blinked at him.　he blinked back before mumbling an 'oh, sorry'.　"you, uhh.. good. you good?" he corrected, asking once more.

　you offered a small shake of the head, frowning some.　did you look at all okay?　no.　your eyes were bloodshot and droopy including eye bags, your skin was slowly becoming rougher by each day you decided to join boris on his crazy nights, your lips were chapped, and just overall looked like boris but, like, not.　you were still your own person, just worse than before, you know?

　"im not good," you soon answered.

　"good? no? oh."

　after a moment of silence, boris speaks again, "sex helps."

　you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before huffing, being quick to deny his, what you assumed to be, offer, "no thanks," with a shake of the head. you turned your head to the other side, catching a glimpse of boris shrugging and taking another long inhale of his cigarette before meeting with theos asleep face.　now looking at theo, you sat up, trying to push away the immediate body pain that struck up the whole of your body like lightning.　you only let the frown you wore deepen at the pain, but besides that, theo probably needed to wake up before a nightmare would ensue.

　at first, you were gonna ask boris to wake theo up, but looking back at boris he seemed too busy staring into space, smoking his cigarette, and thinking of god knows what.　your lips rather became a thin line, looking back at theo before putting your hand on his shoulder, shaking his body some.　theo awoke soon enough, eyes fluttering open and meeting yours.　he seemed as if he was gonna smile, but he instead was met with the same pain you had felt when you woke up earlier too, leaving his brows to furrow.　you sighed, grabbing one of the pill bottles on the mattress and handing it to him, to which he yanked out your hand—soon to mutter a 'sorry'—before tossing them in his mouth and swallowing, eventually coughing but recovering quickly.

　theo took a small moment of silence before speaking, "good morning– or bad morning." he finally offered the smile he originally wanted to give before the pain had shot through him.　the smile was small, just barely showing the yellowish-white of his teeth at the side of his mouth, but it was nice nonetheless to look at.

　"morning, potter," boris said, interrupting the stare theo and you had shared for a moment.　theo looked at boris, having gotten used to the nickname by now, and gave a small wave as a familiar way to greet boris back.　boris hummed, letting theo know he acknowledged the wave before taking another drag of the cigarette, soon putting it out on the ashtray that was on the bedside table.　"was плохой morning," boris joked, though it was semi-truthful, so maybe not as playful as he wouldve assumed.　you turned to theo, seeking a translation, to which theo did answer, "it means bad." theo had started recently learning boris' languages that he speaks until boris would make a little more effort into trying to learn english 100%.　hes learned quite a bit, it was cool.

　your lips shaped in an 'o' before nodding, smiling some as a silent way to say thanks.　theo returned the nod, silently saying youre welcome, before of course boris ruins it once more.　you were unaware if boris would interrupt moments like this on purpose or not, assuming he was just bad at social cues or something cause that sounded the most accurate than stopping you and theo from having a nice time with eachother.

　"potter, make food?" boris questioned, though it slightly sounded like a command.

　theo looked over at boris, thinking for a moment seemingly as he was silent, before shrugging which you and boris assumed was a yes.　boris gave a small grin, showing off his more yellow teeth—his red gums that looked like they should never meet cold anything just barely hidden—which was expected for a boy like him.　realistically, would you expect someone who drinks, does lines, and smokes to have pearly, blinding white teeth and completely healthy and pink gums?　didnt think so.

　"i can make breakfast i guess," said theo. "what do you guys want?　your options are limited cause i cant cook that well.. and im tired still."

　you offered making something that you wouldve liked for breakfast, and boris did aswell, and soon enough your guys day had officially started.　it was likely today was another that would turn into a night where you all overdid drugs, alcohol, lines, etc., sure to include some non-friendly touches between not-so friends that were you, boris, and theo, and that would be something boris would never be against.　he didnt know whether he could say the same for you and theo, but he was relatively more happy since he met you both, but he wouldve never admitted that to your faces.　that is too heartwarming to say for a person like him– too sweet.

[wolfhard13]

Mine

Mike Wheeler x fem!reader

Warnings:fluff, jealousy and little bit of swearing and its a little long to read.

Note: Mike and Reader have been best friends forever and when a certain new girl pops up and tries to steal Mike away, Reader knows she has to make the new girl know Mike is hers.

*Season 3 Mike and Reader are both 14? I think*

"Y/N?" Mike calls out, annoyed as he has to wait for you to finish getting ready to go to Starcourt Mall.

"Almost done, Mikey!" Reader calls out to him as she finishes her make-up just in time for Mike to swing open the door and look at Reader and her cute choice of clothing.

"W-woah, you look umm g-great" Mike mumbles as his eyes go wide, taking in readers pretty sun dress that she wears every summer and her perfectly curled hair and cute shy smile.

"Thanks, Mikey" You grinned as you took his hand and lead him over to the front yard to go ride over to the mall to meet your friends.

Mike blushes as you interlock your hand with his and drag him down the stairs all the way to where your bikes were.

"Do you think they're waiting for us still?" You asked as you hopped on the bike and stared at your best friend.

"I don't know N/N but if they aren't we can go hang out ourselves" Mike chuckled and you smiled wide.

"Oooh~ I would love that!" You squeal and Mike sighs as he looks at you dreamily and takes in your beauty.

"Let's go now Mikey, before we actually get late" you said as you started riding off.

Mike nods and does as you said and also went after you. Anyone from a 10 meter distance could tell Mike is smitten for you and was so obviously inlove with you and people could say the same for you as they noticed your lingering glances at him and his lips and they way you were so close with eachother.

You both arrived at the mall and put your bikes in the bike rack as you make your way over to the party and Max smiles and you run up to her for a hug and she glady hugs you back and all of you watched up while waiting for Will to get here.

Once Will arrived you all went to Schoops Ahoy just before Steve's shift ended so you could get free ice-cream.

The party all sat down at a table and you and Mike sat close together while eating your ice creams. You and Mike have been friends since you both could talk and Mike was only a year older then you, so you both grew up together meaning you knew everything about eachother and were very close.

You all talked and hanged out while walking around the mall as a group and window shopping (ya'll are broke) and you walked with Mike as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. It was a normal thing for you two and was also for the party but that didn't stop them from teasing you two relentlessly.

"Awww, you two finally dating?" Dustin says in a sing-song voice as you and Mike both blush and deny it.

"You sure?" Lucas and Max both say before giggling and laughing at you two and you notice Mike really embarrassed, so you slip your hand into his and give it a gentle squeeze and when the others weren't looking, a quick peck on his cheek making both of your faces light up and get all red.

You relased your hand from his and walked faster to catch up with Max and you girls both laughed and talked about the utter most random things as Mike walked with the rest of the group but was absolutely stunned and not in a bad way just like happy shocked or smth.

A few hours go by and you guys have to go home and since you and Mike are neighbours you rode together.

"Today was fun, huh?" You told Mike with a smile and he smile back while saying.

"Yeah, very fun." He said before saying, "like the bit where you kissed me." Mike said, leaving both of you blushing messes and you quickly defended yourself.

"I-i was trying to cheer you up and I only kissed your cheek!" you said quickly and defensively but with a huge grin on your face.

"Yeah, right." Mike said and you both laughed before reaching your houses.

"See you tomorrow, Mikey?" You asked and he nodded and you went to go hug him and he returned it before going into your separate houses.

You woke up tomorrow and got ready to all hang out again and it was pretty much the same all summer before it was the last day of break and the party and you went to a hill and made a promise to stick together no matter what happens. It was a tradition you've been doing since 2 years ago.

You and Mike walked home and he walked you to your door before saying, "Princess?"

Mike had been calling you that since you were 6 as a joke because you had dressed up in a princess costume and he a knight for Halloween and you wore that costumes for 3 days before taking it off because Mike gifted you it for your birthday and you were excited to wear it.

"Yeah, Mikey?" You mumbed and looked up into his pretty brown eyes and stared at eachother so intensely before Mike slowly leaned in and pressed his lips on yours.

You guys pulled apart for a second before you kissed him again and when you guys pulled away you pressed your forehead on his and closed your eyes as you went for another kiss.

You both smiled when you stopped the kiss before you went inside your house and when you closed the door, you quietly screamed and made little excited noises and Mike grinned as he could hear you from outside, but said nothing as he walked back to his house with the biggest smile ever, on his face.

The next day was the first day of school so you decided to be a little extra and put more effort in so you got into the shower and picked a cute outfit, a cropped baby blue shirt with black shorts. You asked your mum if she could braid your hair and after you put on your make-up and prepared your school bag for the day.

You got to school and waited for the rest of the party to arrive and Max came first and you guys sat on the bench and waited for the guys and you told her what happened with Mike yesterday and she and you were both giggling and laughing about it.

"I think I'm inlove with him" you confessed to Max just as Mike, Will, Dustin and Lucas arrived and asked what you were talking about and Max replied with 'nothing' as you and Mike made heart eyes at eachother.

You guys were just staring at eachother and the whole party was just whispering and chuckling at the interaction between you two. You both smiled and then you walked up close to him and pecked his lips before walking away with Max.

"OMG DUDE" Dustin screamed, "DID SHE J-JUST?!? OMG"

"SINCE WHEN WAS THAT A THING?" Both Lucas and Will yelled at him.

Mike didn't say anything as he blushed and pressed to fingers to his lips, where you kissed him and smiled before calling your name and chasing after you and Max.

"Hey! Y/N" Mike jogged up to you and Max just as she whispered in your ear she was about to go.

"Hi Mikey" you said as he pulled you in by the waist and kissed you again.

Once you guys pulled apart you smiled and held his hand and he walked you to class, where you both sat down in the 2nd last row next to eachother.

"Mike?" You said, "What are we exactly?" You spoke to him in a curious voice.

"Whatever you want to be but I do really want to be your boyfriend and you know? Be dating?" He said as he blushed in the last few words.

"Well then I guess I'm your girlfriend" You giggles as Mike smiled wide at this information and leaned over to kiss your head and went back to listening to what the teachers was saying but he linked his hand into yours.

A few months go by and life seems perfect, you have your lovely boyfriend, good friends, amazing grades and it all seemed so good right now. You're always hanging out with Mike and your both very clingy but you don't mind it's actually amazing because when Mike gets clingy he gets attached to you like attached and will not be physically removed.

You enter school with Mike's arm around your waist and your friends walking behind you. They go to separate classes while you and Mike go to your English class. You sit down with Mike in your shared desk and Mike's places his hand comfortably on your thigh and you listen to the teacher while he draws circles on you.

The teacher announces there will be a new girl and then she steps in and you watch as her eyes go past everyone on onto your boyfriends. You shift uncomfortablely at her intense staring before finally looking at the teacher.

"Mike?" You asked quietly as the teacher was introducing the new girl, whose name is Aria.

"Yeah, princess?" Mike looks at you, like your the world or to precise his world.

"The new girl keeps staring at you." You shift again when you notice her gaze on your boyfriend.

"I don't care about her, love. Just you." Mike says as he kisses the crown of your head and grips you tighter as you lean into his touch.

"Aria, go sit down next to Mike" the teacher yelled, "Mike put your hand up."

Mike hesitantly put his hand up and moved even closer to you, if that was possible.

"Hi, I'm Aria" She said to Mike smiling all wide and flirtatious.

"I'm Mike" He said bluntly and didn't shake her hand when she held it off but she brushed it off.

"You been here long?" She asked him question after question and he got sick and tired of it so he pulled you onto his lap and the teacher didn't care as he wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled his head in your neck.

"Yeah, I guess. Could you stop talking? I'm with my girlfriend." Mike snarled as he cuddles into you more. You blushed at him being this much PDA with you but you liked it as he didn't so it much often.

You death stared the girl, who did the same back at you and you and Mike both got up straight away to leave class once the bell rang.

"Let's go back to mine." The Wheeler boy says as he drags you along not even giving you the chance to say yes or no. :)

You both hang out at his house for the rest of the day and went to bed together and cuddled the rest of the night.

The next day the girl did the same after and she did so for a month and recieved a months worth of Mike's rejections, before you had enough.

You came out if class to see Mike in the hallway and you both made eye contact and he was about to go over to you as a certain demon spawn (Aria) came over to him and again started to flirting with him.

You had enough so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

"Mikey!" You ran up to him and into his arms as he spun you around before setting you down and you immediately went in for a kiss. But it wasn't a singular kiss, no, you were full on making out with Mike infront of Aria and you broke apart just as Mike said.

"L-love" as you bit down gently on his neck and left a hicky on there and he squirmed.

Once you finished what you were doing you turned around and faced Aria.

"Oh hi. I didn't see you there." Just as you grabbed Mike hand and dragged him through the halls.

"Princess?" Mike said teasingly, "Were you jealous?" He said giggling and smiling like a fool.

"What? No!" You laughed once you looked him in the eye and he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him.

"I'm so inlove with you. Just you." Mike said repeating what he said before and that was all you needed.

"I love you too, Mike"

[crucifiedkiss]

◌ೆ୧　 ͢YOUR MAIL HAS BEEN DELIEVERED ♡

𓈒⠀⠀⁺⠀𝜗 crucifiedkiss ╱ finnverse x gn! reader 𝜚

ꨄ︎ hcs ++ drbls woa finnverse ⏤ ﹙glue song﹚ 🪽 ˖ ׁ

⁩  ಲ ͏ㅤ ׅㅤㅤcw: fluff ++ light angst, accidentally dialouge heavy, headcanons (hcs) && drabbles (drbls), ways of affection (woa <- love languages), mentioned byler :P, seasons not specified (?), LONG !!! (i had 22 lock IN), mentions of mileven (not hating !! some ppl just rlly hate that ship 😓), liking someone whilst already dating someone else ++ hints at breaking up, alcohol ++ drugs, implications of abuse, bad parenting, ooc ???, etc. .. overall cute tho !!ㅤ✿𝅼

( ｡>﹏<) "not all the characters finn has acted as (ofc) !!! only did the ones that r especially popular or more known ^^ !!! only ft. mike wheeler and boris pavlikovsky cause im eepy (ITS 2AM ???) !! enjoy ml 🫂 this took FOREVSS RAHHH !!!" ⏤ c.k.　と

𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 mike wheelers way of affection ﹗

　　　⏤　 BEFORE DATING HIM: ok so. u know how in st when mike rlly starts to realize his feelings for will (byler❗), how he can barely even show physical affection ?? definitely not physical affection cause of that😓 its just cause he is kinda jittery/nervous, he will get better i swear !!! looking at the show, mike loves giving gifts to eleven, so im alright to say his way of affection is gifts :3 probably gives u random things, but mainly just the ordinary things u would give someone that r romantic such as flowers, chocolates (IF UR ALLERGIC IM SO SORRY !!! HE WOULD PROBABLY GIVE U A SUBSTITUTE FOR IT LIKE UR FAVORITE CANDY/CANDIES OR WHTVR U PREFER ML !! ^_^ CAN PPL BE ALLERGIC TO FLOWERS ?? IF ALLERGIC TO FLOWERS THINK OF IT AS SMTH ELSE IM SO SORRY AGAIN RAHHHH😓), etc. !! would be rlly shy abt it, especially because ur not even dating him yet .. swears on his LIFE that the gifts r platonic. yeah right ... just friends get u ur favorite food and flowers that smell like hes sprayed perfume of sorts onto them for them to smell even better then normally .. ur painfully obvious micheal wheeler !!! most sweaty palms ??? lowkey gross but pls forgive him!

mike stood stiff infront of you, lopsided smile on his lips with his arms extended out, in his hands holding out your favorite flowers that were all bundled together and neatly tied with a little ribbon, a small tag on it saying where its from that he mustve forgotten to rip off. hes heard you mention your favorite type before, so why not get you some? he stared intently at your reaction, looking for any type of disgust or discomfort in your eyes, analyzing to the point it couldve came off as creepy, but he didnt want his gift to be hated or something! after much awkward silence that felt like hours—realistically being less then a minute, but he was impatient—, he noticed you return a more heartfelt smile that made his stomach churn with a feeling he just couldnt describe. you grabbed the flowers from his sweaty palms that left the plants green slightly moist. he chuckled, quickly returning his arms back to his side—not before wiping his hands on his jeans to try to wipe away the gross sweat that had gathered just at the thought of you.

your smile was fond. it made him feel so sickly.

"thank you," he heard you say, leaving him to nod before mumbling out hastily that he needed to be somewhere, using the excuse of needing to see eleven ... right. eleven. his beloved girlfriend. yep. he offered a small wave goodbye before speeding off, mentally scolding himself. why did he get you flowers?? do people give friends flowers that smelt ever-so nicely?? his head spun with thoughts but he pushed them away. he needed to go see eleven ...

　　　⏤　 DURING DATING HIM: physical touch, words of affirmation, and still gift giving because yippee :3 in st, he is often near eleven and close to her (although i think eleven often ensues the physical touch first, i would say this still counts !), and words of affirmation just because he is a silly boy. showing love ?? through words ?? SIGN HIM UP !!! praise of any sorts is amazing. loves complimenting u ^_^ gift giving is obvious of course :) i think he eventually kinda fell out of giving gifts, but still does it more to remind u of when he used to be a big baby (pre-dating) or just does it for u to be happy if u rlly wish to want gifts (finds out how to get that money somehow ..) :) ur his everything tbh😞 pls i love him😭

mike grinned softly, looking at the first pair of flowers he had ever gotten you before you two started dating, the tag he had left on it originally now taken off thankfully. it was in a gorgeous vase that was a mix of blue, his favorite color, and your favorite color. they had grown beautifully with the proper care. he let his eyes gaze away from the pot of flowers, sunshine rays shining brightly onto them, making eye contact with you. his eyes sparkled with joy and crinkled due to his smile, black hair a little frizzed but overall handsome on him, and his skin was as beautifully pale as ever– if that was a compliment.

"you kept them?" he questioned quietly, not wanting to break the adoring peace between you and him.

"why wouldnt i have?" you responded back, earning a playful eye roll from him before getting abruptly pulled to his side, or atleast, more than you already were. his hand rested comfortably over the fabric of your clothing, just on the mid-torso to be respectful. he giggled, giving your body a loving squeeze.

"love you, pretty," he said as charmingly as possible– of course it was as charming as he wouldve wanted, why wouldnt it have been?

𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 boris pavlikovskys way of affection ﹗

　　　⏤　 BEFORE DATING HIM: physical touch and emotional (the idea that people express and receive love in different ways, and that supporting a partner through difficult times is an important part of love/connecting with your loved one during tough times when they need your emotional support and resilience. aligning with this love language means that you are ready to be supportive of your partner's emotions during difficult times, and expect them to do the same for you) obviously. why wouldnt it be ??? do u see how touchy he is with theo😭 ??? and emotional because, like, have u SEEN how his father is ??? almost sobbed watching that one scene goodbye. my sweet lil thing :(( although emotional is a least known type of way to show affection, i think its rlly interesting !! i was gonna say words of affirmation aswell but like. this is BORIS we r talking about😓 maybe calls u nicknames in different languages and stuff but wont ever rlly praise u or anything like that (srry guys❗)

boris was a troublemaker, of course. that bit was obvious– he was probably on drunk and high everyday to be honest. but falling in love? with theo, he was already kinda in love with him. it made him sick to his stomach. loving was never really his.. thing. liking one person was enough, but two?? he was being driven into insanity at this point trying to choose who he... 'truly loved' or whatever fairytales say. he never really read books, how would he know? each night after he either left yours or theos house or after the two of you left, he was left grumbling to himself in the dead silence of his house. was loving someone really this hard? this is so tedious! and dumb!

today was just another day, drinking vodka straight from the bottle at your house, sat up at the front of your mattress, theo at his side whilst you were tidying up your room– not something you did often. having guests over though, your parental guardian had insisted to clean your room. boris stared blankly at you as he took the vodka away from his mouth, glancing over at theo for a second and handing the alcohol to him before looking back at you. he caught the small smile of theos mouth just before turning away ... that dumb smile.

"just sit down. thought you dislike cleaning?" boris questioned in that broken english. he was still learning.

"i do but im forced to clean it each time you guys come over," you huffed.

boris hummed, not even giving you a second to respond before you were yanked to sit next to him, bed leaning down at the new weight on it. you side eyed him for a moment, feeling his hand linger on your wrist he had originally pulled you by before letting you go, instead throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, keeping it touchy as always. you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before just shrugging. you supposed you could just clean it later.

"alright, alright. i will join you and 'potter'." you sassily remarked. boris rolled his eyes, looking over at theo who had placed the vodka down by now. he stared for a moment before just pulling him close aswell, two of his favorite people by his side.

　　　⏤　 can u guys guess whether or not i rlly like boris by how long i wrote his. and my favorite trope. RAHHH I LOVE WRITING THIS SM ??? ALSO i couldnt rlly fit the emotional love language in there so like☹ anyways um | DURING DATING HIM: i think it would be the same. physical touch and emotional. i feel he rlly isnt to like, open about exploring, so he just sticks with what he likes and doesnt experient at all😭 the only thing he experiments with is different alcohols to find his next favorite lowkey !!! i feel as time passes and now actually dating u, how touchy he is just gets worse ... be careful guys he is the type to absolutely GRIP on you when cuddling or smth similar ^_^"

bruises. literally everywhere. boris was a cuddly man, that was a given, but he really did love just digging his fingers into your skin to the point it gave literal MARKS. you didnt mind to much, thinking it was sweet. he had good intentions of course!! arms wrapped around your waist, you were tightly pressed against boris' body, somehow managing to be comfortable. sure, you were gonna just get even more marks, but it was a casual thing by now. plus, atleast boris was happy– alot happier than before, thats for sure. previously, he and his father had a little ... squabble, lets say.

"bad parenting." boris had mumbled, breaking the silence.

you were going to say huh before your mouth became a 'O' in realization that he was talking about his father. you were quick to agree, nodding your head. he truly was a horrible father.

"dont worry about it, boris. its in the past," you tried reassuring.

past as in the last 20 minutes, but you still tried helping.

you only heard him sigh, mumbling something in russian under his breath—likely about him hating his dad or something—before pulling you closer, if even possible. seemed you would be here for a while as perusal as he practically would hold you captive– you werent really complaining though. he was rather warm for a guy so sickly looking.

[bbori-cha]

➳ pairings: nanami x gn!reader ➳ synopsis: nanami comforts you to sleep when you're feeling down without needing any words

you wrap your arms around nanami, tiptoeing as high as you can as you let your face sink into the dip of his broad back. it's not soft, no, not with his stature and build, but it's comforting. the smell of his linen, his favorite cologne with hints of citrus and wood that fills you with warmth, it puts your heart at ease.

he turns around, returning your embrace as he kisses the top of your head, gently caressing your hair, letting you relax against him. he can feel the tension leaving your body, the weight on your feet shifting towards him as he naturally supports you in return. you reach your arms up, silently asking him to hold you and he does. he brings you to his room, laying you down on his bed and follows suit next to you. the two of you meld together like a lock and key, your legs tangling with his as you continue to bury your face against his sturdy chest. nanami pulls the blanket over you, holding you close to him as you let yourself melt into his arms and allow the quiet, dark night envelope you.

➳ cw: first post and it's some comfort nanami bc im sad&lt;3

[bboricha]

➳ pairings: sugar daddy!nanami x afab!reader ➳ cw: not proofread, marking, unprotected, mentions of breeding, there's not a lot!!!

sugar daddy!nanami's hands are rubbing the undersides of your thigh, tenderly caressing them as begins to push them up towards your chest, hooking them over his shoulders. he has a full view of how messy you are just from kissing and he chuckles. how cute. it does something to him—the power he has over you drives him nuts. he just wants to make you his, to put a ring around your finger, marking you up with traces of him, breeding you full with his kids, he wonders how much that would cost. he'd be willing to pay anything.

he blows over your core, making you squeal as he licks a stripe up your cunt, tasting your essence and it's fucking divine. he wishes he could just spend the entire night eating you out, but with the way you whine, saying you need him now with tears in your eyes and who is he to deny his pretty baby when you're asking so sweetly?

he sinks in slowly and groans immediately, you're just so tight and warm, the way you suck him in is addictive. that's why he keeps calling you back for more, he just can't get enough of you and everything you have to offer. he bottoms out, his length touching the tip of your cervix and you just feel so, so full. he lowers himself, kissing your forehead as he begins to thrust into to you, the pace almost animalistic. it's so much—tears flow down your face from the overwhelming sensations flooding your senses all at once. you reach out towards nanami, wanting to hold onto him for some sort of grounding and he immediately understands, he just knows you so well after all.

he pauses his ministrations, putting your legs around his sides instead so that you can wrap your arms around his neck. you bring him in close and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he resumes thrusting in. it's so much more intimate this way, the smell of you making him almost drunk as his pace gets faster and your moans louder. he presses quick circles against your clit with one hand and you cum on his cock, tightening and squeezing as you leave a white ring around it. he grunts at feeling you convulse on him, short circuiting when you tell him "inside," biting on your neck while he obliges. he releases everything into you, so much that some of it flows out to his displeasure. he stays in there a while, acting as a plug or some sort.

he just wishes you'll get pregnant this time.

➳ an: how do people avoid getting their stuff community labeled... i feel like it happens too much to me or am i just insane

[redroses07]

The Rock Show // Finn Wolfhard

Finn Wolfhard x Fem!Reader

WC: 2k

Based on/lyrics from 'The Rock Show' By Blink-182

Warnings: Swearing, Kissing

Summary: Finn falls in love with a girl at one of his shows, but does she feel the same?

A/N: I know I said I'd post this last night but I didn't have time to make my last few edits. Anyways, It's out now! This is also based on one of my favorite songs (I'll link it below) so it was super fun to write! This is the first time I've written for Finn in a while so I hope y'all like it! -Claire ♡

You stand outside the concert venue with your friend. Her boyfriend was the drummer for some band that was playing tonight, and she was intent on you coming along.

“Maybe you’ll meet a cute guy.” She teased, an obnoxious smirk on her face.

“Yeah, right.” you rolled your eyes, elbowing her playfully.

It was a small indoor venue, yet the line was still wrapped around the building. Luckily your friend’s boyfriend could get you special access through the back door.

When you saw the flight of stairs leading up to the stage door, you immediately regretted the heels you were wearing.

You followed closely behind your friend, unsure of where to go.

“Y/N hurry up!” Your friend called to you from the top of the stairs. You thought about how much you envied her comfy tennis shoes.

She held up the pass her boyfriend had given her, opening the door with ease.

The inside was stuffy, and even though the show hadn’t started, you could still hear the sound of the crowd cheering.

ultraviolet lights littered the ceiling, giving the area a purple glow. You could see the curtains pulled over the stage, blocking the crowd's view.

You were careful to watch for the cords strewn across the floor, connecting electric guitars and other equipment.

As soon as your friend saw her boyfriend sitting at his drum set she ran up to him excitedly, leaving you standing awkwardly backstage. You didn’t mind her going to see him of course, but you didn’t technically know anyone else back there and were worried about being thrown out.

“Hey, are you playing tonight? I’ve never seen you here before.” A voice pulled you away from your thoughts.

You turned your head to see a tall boy with messy dark hair. He had a guitar slung over his shoulder, and a mic attached to his shirt, so he clearly was playing tonight.

He was cute.

“Oh, um, no-“ You stumbled over your words, forgetting how to speak for a moment.

“I’m here with her.” You managed to say, pointing at your friend.

The boy smiled kindly, once he saw who you were pointing to.

“Third wheeling I see?”

You scuffed your heels against the floor nervously.

“Yeah, she made me come. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to be doing now though. And clearly I look out of place too.” You said half jokingly.

The boy wore a look of surprise, which changed into embarrassment.

“Oh no, no that’s not why I started talking to you, I actually just thought you were pretty.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

You felt your face get hot, and you found yourself unable to look him in the eye.

“Thank you.” You said, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Shit, sorry if that was too forward, what’s your name?”

You giggled, finding the courage to make eye contact again.

“Y/N. What’s yours?”

“Finn. Nice to meet you Y/N.”

You blushed, standing in awkward silence.

"What time do you go on?" You asked.

You wanted to make sure you didn't miss him playing.

"Around 11."

Maybe you would have to stay longer than you anticipated. Although, now you had something to look forward to, so maybe it wouldn't be half bad.

"I'll be there," you smiled.

Finn ran his hand through his hair, curls flopping over his face. He was quick to brush them away, keeping his eyes glued to you the whole time.

The background noise heightened, and you heard someone yell for all the players, no matter what time their sets started, to hurry up.

"Shit, I've gotta go...but you have good seats tonight right?" Finn asked.

"Yeah, right up front." Having a connection to one of the players did have its perks.

"Okay! Hold on a second!" Finn ran out of the room leaving you standing around awkwardly for a second time.

You peered through the door he ran through, eagerly waiting for him to come back. That is, if he was coming back at all. You were thoroughly confused and decided to lean back against the wall while you waited. Maybe you'd blend in better that way.

Finn came flying back around the corner, the guitar that was strapped around him swaying slightly.

"I couldn't find any paper, so is it okay if I write on your arm?" He held up a black sharpie, one of the big ones you'd use to write on posters with.

"Uh sure?" At this point you wondered if turning away was a better option, but nonetheless, you let him take your arm.

You watched as Finn frantically scribbled a few letters and numbers down on your arm. When he lets your arm go, you squinted at the messy black writing.

"That's the venue I'm playing at tomorrow. If you like what you see tonight, come tomorrow and I'll take you out afterwards."

You looked at your arm and smiled at the gesture.

"You know you could've just written it in my phone right?" You laughed.

"This is way cooler." Finn replied with a toothy grin.

"I really have to go now." He began to walk backwards towards the stage.

"Hopefully I'll be seeing you soon." Finn shot two finger guns at you before turning around and rushing off.

You were left alone once more, but you no longer felt awkward. You were too preoccupied with the butterflies in your stomach.

"Come on let's go- what's that?" Your friend asked, a suspicious smirk appeared on her face.

"I'll explain later."

You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the hoard of people.

You surfed through the crowd, finally reaching the front of the pit below the stage. You were close enough to where you could reach up and touch the stage if you wanted.

You stayed in the same spot for most of the show, and time passed rather quickly. The music was enjoyable, but you had to admit that you were waiting for Finn to show up.

Finally, when the lights filled the room, signaling that another set was beginning, you saw him. He was standing center stage, guitar in one hand, microphone in the other.

You don't know how, but he managed to spot you among-st all the people. He winked in your direction, and you could feel your face light up.

Finn's singing voice definitely kept you interested, more than you had been all night. And if you weren't already convinced to go out with him, his guitar skills sealed the deal.

At the end of the night your friend called a cab, your feet hurt far too much to walk back to your apartment. During the ride you rambled to her about the cute boy you had met backstage, and how glad you were that you let her drag you along.

She argued that this gave her best friend bragging rights for at least a week. You scoffed, but agreed.

The minute you got home, you changed your clothes and crashed in your bed; already excited for the date you would surely be going on the next day.

From the moment you woke up, you were riddled with excitement. The show wasn't until late but you started getting ready around mid-day.

When the time finally came, you could feel the nerves coursing through your veins. But they were good nerves, as good as nerves could be of course.

You arrived at the venue alone, not the safest option but you were careful. You made your way up front about fifteen minutes before the show started so you didn't have to push through as many people.

The place was more like a club considering most of the attendees were standing and there were hardly any seats, save for the few in the back.

In what seemed like no time at all, the show began.

Finn was center stage yet again, and you could see him scanning the room. You hoped he was looking for you.

He had yet to spot you before starting the first song, which was an upbeat ballad. You bobbed your head along to the beat of the music, relaxing into the environment.

Finn's voice was like honey, each word flowing off of his lips beautifully.

Once the song was over, he approached the microphone.

"Thank you all for coming out here tonight." He scanned the room once more, but this time he did see you. His face lit up, just as it had the night before.

"This next song is a cover, and it reminds me a lot of someone I just recently met." His deep brown eyes never left yours.

He began to sing, a wide smile on his face as he did.

"I fell in love with a girl at the rock show, she said "what?" and I told her that I didn't know."

You smiled at the lyrics, surprised by how much you felt for this boy you had known no more than a day.

You let yourself float closer to the stage, still keeping your eyes on Finn. He was clearly focused on his guitar, playing through the riff before starting to sing again.

Finn noticed you standing below the stage and began to navigate towards you.

"And if I ever got another chance, I'd still ask her to dance. Because she kept me waiting."

He leaned down, knees hitting the floor. He continued to sing, doing everything he could to inch closer to you while he did.

You reached up, grabbing hold of his hand and pulling him down further. Half of his body was hanging off of the stage, yet he still continued to sing.

"With the girl at the rock show..." His singing voice became breathy and strained.

The song ended and Finn pulled you up on stage with him. You could feel your heart beating with anticipation. Just like that, he pulled you into a messy kiss. The crowd erupted into applause, cheers, and even a few whistles could be heard. It was too brief for you to really enjoy the kiss, but it was perfect nonetheless.

When you broke apart, Finn leaned into you and whispered in your ear.

"Go wait backstage, I'll see you in a bit."

You smiled at him, and made the bold decision to kiss him on the cheek. The crowd cheered once more, and you took that as your queue to exit.

You sure would never forget tonight.

[ifangirlalot]

I'm back in my miles Fairchild supermency (idk if I spelled that wrong) Anyways can I request a miles Fairchild x reader smut whatever you want to do with it

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring miles fairchild

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

*~smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] oral (male receiving), hand play (male receiving), kinky thoughts (miles' pov)

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

[Name]'s POV

While Miles and I have been together for a while now, we've yet to do anything super serious. We've gotten about as close to fucking as you can get without actually getting undressed, though. See, the thing is, I'm a little intimidated by the idea of sex. I haven't ever done it before, but Miles told me that he's done it a handful of times. (He's never specified what "a handful of times" translates to with a concrete number, but taking a look at him tells me everything I need to know, really.) And while I'm not exactly thrilled about it, I can't really say I'm surprised.

The thing is, I wouldn't know how to please him. Not just with the main course, so to speak, but also in the way of appetizers. Reading smut isn't what I'd call a reliable teaching method. That's more or less just something to read when you're horny. So, I guess that's why I'm here now. In Miles' bedroom sitting in front of him, seeing him lean against the wall (because his bed is literally just a goddamn mattress for some fuckin' reason) and tastefully unhook the front button of his jeans and pulling down his fly, like he does this everyday.

Lessons start now.

Miles' POV

I don't outwardly express it, but the way [Name] is staring at my dick like it's some sort of predator she has to conquer is rather amusing to me. My pride is telling me it's because my dick is huge, but I think more likely than not it's just because she's never actually seen one up close before. I'll probably die telling myself the first one, though.

While seeing her nervous, almost terrifed face is fucking hilarious, it's not really getting me riled up. So, while she's having her quiet nervous breakdown, I let my eyes flicker to the opening in her shirt and thinking about pressing my palm against her tits. Maybe giving them a nice, hard squeeze, getting her to cry out if I'm lucky. That does the trick and pretty soon I'm at full mast and ready to get started with teaching her.

Oh what a fun little lesson this will prove to be for me.

After some quick debate, I decide maybe hand shit is where I should start. Save the best for last. "[Name], give me your hand." I urge, not waiting for her to comply and just picking it up myself. I pull it closer to my lap and wrap her tiny fingers around my shaft.

Immediately, she grips it and I have to surpress the urge to scream. Not in pleasure, but in pain. This shit fucking hurts.

"Ow- Hey, hey- Loosen it, loosen it.. that's it.. good girl.." I sigh in relief when she complies but keeps her hand in a loose circle around me. "Okay, we're gonna try jerking me off, alright?" I tell her when the breath finally reenters my system. Could have sworn my life just flashed before my eyes from that experience.

"Oh, that's easy. I read about that, I can do it!" [Name] exclaims, almost excited to try out her knowledge from books. I'm immediately cautious. From that first moment, I'm kinda scared she's gonna break my dick off. Don't think that would be good. I kinda need that.

Turns out I was right to be cautious. One second everything's fine, the next, I've died, and my dick feels like I'm fucking a succulent vacuum. And not in a good way. "Ouch-! Fuck- [Name]-! When I said 'Jerk it off' I didn't mean jerk it off my body!" This is not going at all like how I envisioned it in my head. Like at all. This lesson is so unsexy my boner keeps leaving. I have to keep giving it a couple pip-paps just to keep it up. Which in turn is making [Name] feel bad, which is also making my boner go down. Ugh, this is a nightmare.

Finally I sigh and gently move her hand. "Okay, darling. That's not working. So, instead you're going to use your mouth." When she starts moving down, I stop her by touching her shoulder. "Now before you go down and inevitably bite my cock off, listen carefully. Don't use your teeth, make sure they're just barely grazing me. And wrap one hand around the base and hold it steady. Move it in the opposite direction of your mouth so that it meets in the middle, got it?" She nods and moves down again. I hold my breath and lean back against the wall, eyes closed, half expecting to feel a sharp pain as her teeth sink into my length. But that doesn't happen. Instead, my senses are being sweetly invaded by euphoria. Her tongue is wet and warm around my dick, and her teeth are barely even noticeable. Her hand is moving the perfect speed to contrast her mouth and it feels like heaven. A wet, warm heaven. "Oh- fuuuuck-"

The sounds coming from me are foreign to me. But she's pulling them out of me faster than I can stop them. Normally I'd be embarrassed, but right now I don't have enough time to register anything that isn't pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, don't you stop-"

And then suddenly, she's doing shit that I didn't tell her about. Her mouth pulls off my cock with a soft pop and her tongue laps around me, licking, grazing, making me twitch and buck my hips. When her tongue presses against my bright red tip, my eyes roll back in their sockets and a loud groan resonates around the room. Whatever books she's been fucking reading are definitely my favorites now. Don't know who wrote them or what they're called, but goddamn do I love those books. Then, all too soon, I'm coming and it's over. It has been about two minutes. Fuck, I feel so pissed with myself. Two minutes? Fucking seriously, Miles?

I watch her, my cheeks flaming red, while she takes her time lapping up my mess like a dog under the dinner table. "So," she asks casually, licking her fingers. "When's lesson two?"

[A Note From Zee]

I'm genuinely so sorry this took so damn long- I got caught up in other things, but I hope it was at least passable.

[killingick]

[walmarttrashbag]

The night was cold as ice. Boris was in bed, jerking off. Soft cute moans escaped his lips.

Y/n walked in, her eyes glossy with curiosity and sexual arousal, "Borisss~" She called out, getting on the bed.

Boris looked up and breathed out heavily. "You come back to me, love," His heavy, sexy Russian accent making her heart and her pussy flutter.

"Indeed," Y/n giggled, looking down. A hard seven inches in Boris's pale, long hands with small freckles scattered around like the ones kissing his face.

"Come suck," Boris ordered, husking his voice.

Y/n's eyelashes batted a few times. "Mmm, no~ I wanna watch instead." She smiled innocently, like she wasn't playing the bratty bitch game with her lover.

The Russian teens' eyes narrowed. "Please? I need love from mouth of yours" He begged, giving Y/n the cutest pretty boi pout.

Y/n bit her lip. "But I'm tiredddd! I had a long day," She teased, getting close to the head of Boris's cock, but not touching it,

Boris growled and grabbed Y/n by the hair. "Do it, slut. Make cum." He demanded. Y/n was enjoying this. She resisted, but Boris insisted.

Finally, after a stressful two minutes, Y/n finally went down on her boyfriend, making sure to give him the best dick-suck of his motherfucking life.

After Boris exploded, Y/n gulped down his cum as he panted. "Finally. No more resist," He panted out.

Y/n giggled, nodding. "Sure, Bor~"

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Harley Quinn Y/n Profile

Name’s: y/n quinzel, Harley Quinn, Etc

Powers/Skills: Gifted Intelligence, Pathological Indomitable Will, Charisma, Deception, Expert Psychologist, Skilled Tactician, Acrobatics, Weaponry, Gunmanship, Marksmanship, Expert Combatant, Peak Human Condition, Etc

Hobby: Stealing, Making People Mad, Rollerblading, Spending Time With Bruce And Cassandra Cain, Etc

Type Of Villain: Psychotic Trickster

Height: 5’6

Personality: Sweet, Giddy, Girlish, Etc

Age: (Your Age)

Eye Color: Blue

Skin Color: Very Pale

Gender: Female