#shayne topp smut

[pedropascallme]

Slow Down, Lie Down

Pairing: Shayne Topp x f!Reader

Summary: “‘I’m fucking exhausted, Shayne, it’s like I have to be so high-energy all the fucking time, and I’m burnt out and stressed for no fucking reason and I just—…you!’ You took a deep breath, leaning into his touch. ‘You…’ you looked at him through damp lashes, and he looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish your thought, not catching on to your statement. You cocked a brow, ‘I want you, Shayne.’”

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), p in v sex, oral (f receiving), Shayne's gold chain is a warning in and of itself but it also comes into play here so take that as you will. If I missed anything please let me know!

AN: This is based off of a requested prompt from the lovely @slaydoggg who asked for a Shayne fic quite a while ago and I just got around to finishing it! Hope you all enjoy <3

The last day of any shoot week was the only time in your life that you’d ever felt genuine burnout.

When you were in school, you’d had a sort of leniency policy with yourself; long days never turned into long nights, you’d stuck to a schedule that allowed for grace periods, you’d been confident in your ability to ask for help.

But when it came to working in such a high energy environment, where you felt like you had to be on all the time, where quiet always seemed like a synonym for bad, it was hard to grant yourself any clemency from just going, going, going all day.

Not to say you didn’t like what you did—you wouldn’t trade your place at Smosh for the world. The office was a safe space above all else, and even though it was your place of employment, most days it felt more like a high school cafeteria, where you and your friends gathered and chatted and made each other go red in the face from laughter until milk shot out of someone’s nose, or whatever.

Still, shooting a TNTL at 7PM on a Friday after a week of filming felt like some kind of sick joke. Did you even have any ideas left? Improv was one thing, but improv with zero social battery left was a completely different story, one you were unsure you wanted to know the end to.

“You alright?” Shayne pulled you from your thoughts while you gathered in the studio to film.

“Yeah, yeah. Just…y’know, little tired.” You smiled, an offering he returned, “But I’m alright.”

He could tell that you were teetering in the space between apathetic and completely exhausted. It was hard to keep things from him. Goddamn psychology degree. Even before you had started dating, it seemed like Shayne had a sixth sense for the feelings of the people around him, especially when it came to you—and Damien, but they might as well have had their own telepathic communication link, as far as you were concerned.

“Ok,” he rubbed your shoulder in an attempt to soothe you despite your denial of any discomfort, “We’ll go home soon. Go be funny.”

~~~

“Good! Cut!” Shayne called from behind the camera after Courtney wrapped up the video. You had never felt more relief in your life; the promise of a bed and a weekend of relaxation awaiting you at home made you feel like a huge weight was in the process of being lifted off your shoulders. You felt like you were floating, completely dissociated from the world around you while your friends giggled as they recalled jokes they had made not even 20 minutes ago.

You gathered your things and met Shayne outside in the car. You stared through the windshield, still tuning everything out and unaware that he was addressing you.

“Hey,” he squeezed your thigh, “did you hear me?”

“Mm, sorry,” you shifted to look at him, realizing you were still unbuckled and quickly correcting your indiscretion.

“What do you want for dinner?” He was doing that thing where he studied your features as if you were a doll, seemingly unaware that you could see him scanning your face.

“I dunno,” you sighed, “let’s just order something when we get home.”

“Ok.” He fell quiet and peeled out of his parking spot. The ride was quiet for the first ten minutes before he spoke again. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m just ti—”

“‘Just tired,’ I know—but is there anything else?”

You shifted uncomfortably, running your hand over your seatbelt. “I dunno.” You knew you sounded repetitive, childish, but it was hard to communicate the exhaustion you were feeling to someone who did the same thing as you all week and never seemed to fall victim to the same sort of fatigue that you did. “Really tired.”

“Do you feel stressed?” He pushed.

“Are you trying to psychoanalyze me?” The words came out with a harsher edge than you had meant, and you saw him briefly furrow his brows in shock before regaining his composure.

“No, I’m just worried. If something’s wrong, you can tell me.” He parked in front of the house and turned to you, “I love you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep anything from me.”

You nodded, and the floodgates threatened to open as tears pricked your lash line. You sniffed. “I know,” another sniffle, “I love you, too.” You felt ridiculous, like a toddler overdo for a nap with the way you were acting just because you were really that tired. You just needed a little reassurance; to remember what it was like to feel rested and sated.

Shayne unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over the center console to take your face in his hands. “What do you need, baby?” His thumb caught a tear that had slipped over your cheek. “Tell me. You’re…freaking me out, a little.” He chuckled, still retaining the sympathetic look that painted his face even when his eyes creased up with his small smile.

“I’m fucking exhausted, Shayne, it’s like I have to be so high-energy all the fucking time, and I’m burnt out and stressed for no fucking reason and I just—…you!” You took a deep breath, leaning into his touch. “You…” you looked at him through damp lashes, and he looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish your thought, not catching on to your statement. You cocked a brow, “I want you, Shayne.”

“Oh—oh. Oh!” He lit up, eyes wide and smiling like a kid in a candy store.

One thing you appreciated was that no matter how often you two were intimate, no matter how many times he saw you naked, he still managed to make it seem like a miraculous, once in a lifetime event when you fucked.

Talk about validation.

He all but jumped out of his seat, waltzing over to open the door on the passenger side of the car and waiting impatiently for you to unbuckle yourself and step onto the sidewalk. You’d never seen him open the door to the house so fast.

Before you had the opportunity to remove your jacket, your shoes, or put down your bag, you were pushed against the now-closed-and-locked door by Shayne, who immediately found your lips and pulled you into a deep kiss. It was gentle, reminiscent of the first time you two had kissed in that it was exploratory and slow so as to adapt to the needs of the other; but no matter how he did it, kissing Shayne always felt like perfection. You dropped your bag at your feet before bringing your arms to rest on his shoulders, lazily pulling at his flannel while he dragged his tongue over your bottom lip. He rested his forehead against yours when he pulled away.

“Feel better?” He let his nose bump against yours as he spoke.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “But I think I could use a little more…remedying…” You brought one hand to the collar of his shirt, dipping under it and trailing your finger back and forth.

“Thought so.” He pulled your hand away momentarily to pull you into him, hands on your waist, and you got the hint, jumping so he could lift you, wrapping your arms around his neck while your legs found purchase around his hips. You licked a stripe up his neck and felt him shiver underneath your tongue.

He hesitated to drop you on the bed. “I could just fuck you like this, y’know…” He made a show of how easy it was for him to pick you up, bobbing you up and down in his arms momentarily, miming how he’d fuck you.

“Fully clothed?” You pointed out, and he relented.

“Next time I’m getting you naked before I pick you up.”

“Buy me a drink first, man.” You laughed, peeling off your jacket and shirt and unbuttoning your jeans, pulling the fabric from your body; it felt freeing in so many ways, the removal of a week of work from your skin, your limbs able to breathe without the constricting material, the knowledge that Shayne was there to see you in all your nude glory—it was incredibly satisfactory.

His shirt was off when you looked back up, now in just your bra and panties. The chain around his neck glinted in the low light of the bedroom, and you felt a wave of lust crash over you; crawling towards him to the edge of the bed where he stood, you let your hands trace up his abdomen before landing on his shoulders. You peppered kisses over his chest, taking in the taste of his skin and inhaling his scent. His hands came up to grip your waist, squeezing gently to get your attention.

“Not about me right now,” he reminded you, somewhat stern in his cadence.

“You don’t want me to go down on you?” You purred, goading him.

“As much as I would love to see you wrap your lips around my cock right now…” he spoke while he pushed you back onto the mattress, pulling you towards him by your ankles, “I’d much rather be making you feel good.”

“Yeah?” You breathed, and he planted a kiss on your thigh.

“I’m a giver.” He kneeled in front of you, "Lie down." You leaned back, letting yourself melt into the comforter under his touch. He let his hands roam your body; thumbs brushing the curve of your breast over your bra before dragging his palms over your stomach, dipping under you slightly to squeeze your ass. You let out a huff of contentment at the feeling, and he did it again, before his fingers dropped under the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down your legs.

When you felt the first swipe of his tongue over your core, your drowsiness was replaced with a tingling pleasure that started in your clit and spread to the back of your neck; you feathered your fingers through his hair to coax him onward.

“Poor baby,” he muttered, dipping his head down into you and licking up from your slit, gathering your slick on his tongue, “you just needed some help relaxing, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned when he used his tongue to circle your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure to help you unwind; you bent your knee, effectively trapping him face-first against your cunt.  

“It’s ok,” he flattened his tongue against you, keeping pressure on your clit until you started to squirm, “I’ll help you, baby. Don’t worry.” He licked through your folds before slipping his tongue inside of you, contorting the muscle to curl in and out as he saw fit. You tugged on his hair, a silent message telling him not to stop amidst your quiet moans and the subtle roll of your hips against his mouth.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking gently until you arched your back, muscles relaxing when he let up on the pressure before he repeated the motion just to watch you squirm for him.

“Shayne…” You whimpered, one hand coming up to grope yourself through your bra, drunk off the feeling of his tongue.

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered into you, alternating between sucking on your clit and lapping up the mixture of his spit that trickled down your entrance and the wet that dripped from you. He snaked his arms underneath you, resting them under your thighs with his hands gripping the plush skin, giving him a better angle to watch you come undone. He fucked you with his tongue again now, unable to ignore the way you bucked your hips against his mouth and the filthy moans that fell from your lips, before he licked a long stripe up your cunt and began sucking on your clit once more.

Your orgasm crashed over you, a calming tide that came in and out with no fanfare, but was still so beautifully curated to your needs. Shayne watched your breathing pick up and then slow down as you sank deeper into the bed. He rested his head against your thigh.

“Was that helpful?” You could feel him smiling against your skin.

“Maybe a little,” you rolled your eyes playfully, and he stood, leaning over you and kissing your cheek. “Got anything else that might help?”

He laughed quietly, briefly kissing your pulse point. “Anybody ever told you that you can be real needy?”

“Is that a bad thing?” You let your hands wander over his stomach and chest, dropping down further to play with the waistband of his jeans, and he groaned.

“Not in the slightest,” he clarified, before straightening himself up to remove his jeans. You closed your eyes, still enjoying the comfort of the bed, the undisturbed joy you got to experience with your boyfriend away from the chaos of work. When you opened your eyes, Shayne had one knee on the mattress, boxers still on—much to your chagrin—and beckoning you closer to him. You sat up, shuffling towards him on your knees, and he guided you forward so that he could unhook your bra and let it slide down your arms.

“Your turn,” you bent down to tug at his boxers, and he smirked at the difficulty you had trying to get them off of him at this angle. He gently shooed you off, taking them off on his own, before pulling you in for a long, slow kiss. It was somewhat needier now than the one you had shared at the door, but it still felt just right; his tongue broke through your lips and, after sucking gently on it for a few seconds, you pulled back, too desperate for him to fuck you now to focus on anything else.

He pushed you down onto your back gently, pulling your hips to the edge of the bed and propping your legs on his shoulders. Fisting his cock, you watched him spit down onto you, letting the saliva trail over your hole before he ran his cock through your folds, gathering your wet on himself. You squirmed, eager and impatient, and he raised an eyebrow, smiling down at you.

“Needy.” He reiterated, before pushing into you. You felt the initial stretch, the blissful pressure of his cock plunging into you, and in this position, with your legs raised above you, you could feel him nestled deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” you heard him mutter when he bottomed out, and one of his hands came down to your side, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your hip bone. “God, maybe we both needed this…”

“Mhm,” you sighed dreamily up at him, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.

He pulled his hips back less than an inch, focused on staying close to you and drawing your pleasure out, before pushing back in—not rough, but certainly hard; the force pushed you up the mattress slightly. Caught off guard by his movement, combined with the feeling of his cock pressing into you even deeper than it had before, you couldn’t help the moan of his name that was knocked from your lungs.

He kept fucking you like that, slow and deep, hands sweeping over your skin like he wanted to remember every curve and bend of your body.

“You’re so beautiful,” Shayne managed to speak out between low moans, “So fucking beautiful.”

You placed a hand over his where it sat on your thigh, still holding your legs above your body and against his chest. “All for you.” You squeezed his hand gently, and he leaned his head back.

“God, yeah—that’s right,” his thrusts started to get rougher, just enough for his cock to push against your most sensitive spot and keep you hovering over the edge. “All for me.”

He leaned forward, pushing your legs back with his body; he had even more free reign like this, thrusting into you hard and fast, and you mewled underneath him, letting out whimpers of delight at the way he pushed you closer to your high.

Propping himself up with one arm, his other hand resting on your waist, he dropped his head down to your chest and licked messy stripes over your breasts, capturing your nipple in his mouth and sucking on it before alternating to the other. You arched your back, struggling to decide whether to focus on the way his cock felt brushing against your g-spot or the way his tongue felt teasing your nipples.

You quickly decided that now wasn’t the time for decision making, allowing yourself to succumb completely to the way his movements worked in tandem to bring you satisfaction.

When he came up to kiss you again, you grabbed at his chain, pulling him further into you, and he moaned into your lips, tongue immediately seeking refuge in your mouth and licking into you. You returned the favor, eager to taste him. He moved his hand, positioning his thumb over your clit and kneading it in time with his thrusts, and you gasped at the friction. Mouth open and unable to tear your gaze from him, you yanked on the chain around his neck again, and he growled, pushing into you with less regard now—nice and rough to get you over the finish line.

“Fuck me just like that—oh my god, Shayne!” Your legs trembled from the strain of the position and the orgasm that built in the pit of your stomach, and when he licked his lips, panting, and you felt him press harder against your clit, you were engulfed by the electricity that seemed to shoot from him straight into your bloodstream. You cried out his name, throwing your head back and letting the pleasure take over.

You heard him hum above you, the combination of a contented sigh and a desperate groan as he watched you cum on his cock; panting, you placed a hand gingerly on his cheek, the other still toying with his chain, pulling his face towards yours, ghosting your lips over his.

“Cum in me,” you whispered into his mouth before kissing him, and you felt his lips part against yours with a moan, stuttering your name and spilling into you.

His head rested against yours, both of you breathing hard and trying to regain your composure. He kissed your ear, then your cheek, your nose, your other cheek, your other ear, before finally placing a sweet kiss against your lips, soft and full of love.

He took a deep breath before pulling out of you, and you whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

“I know. Come here, baby” he helped you straighten your stiff legs before scooping you up and placing you properly along the bed; you curled up instantly, satisfied and relaxed. Shayne crawled into bed behind you, a box of tissues in his hands that he pulled from to wipe the excess mess from between your thighs. He was gentle, quiet, kissing your back while he pulled your legs apart to clean you off.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, turning over to face him, “I feel…much more relaxed.”

“Glad I could help.” He kissed your forehead, tossing the box of tissues across the room and cringing when they landed awkwardly in the middle of the floor instead of on the dresser he had been aiming for. “Never want you to think that you can’t tell me how you’re feeling.”

“I know,” you trailed your fingers over his chain, looking up to meet his gaze, “I’m sorry I was grumpy.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that, baby. I’m sorry you felt so exhausted.”

“I’m still exhausted,” you smiled, “just in a much more enjoyable way.” You watched him break into a smile, pulling you against his chest and kissing the crown of your head.

“You can sleep in tomorrow.” He stroked your hair.

“Only if you sleep in with me.” You nuzzled into him, already feeling sleep tug your eyes closed.

“Can’t pass up an opportunity like that.”

[veecastillooc]

✨️NEW CHAPTER IS UP!✨️

Carve Your Name Into My Bedpost/Cause I Don't Want You Like A Best Friend

(summery under the break)

“I don't ever want you to feel insecure around me, ok? If you ever do- and I mean *ever*- please tell me, so I can remind you how stunning you are.

His words melted away the last of my doubts, and I found myself smiling, feeling lighter than before. “Okay,” I whispered, the sincerity in his eyes making me believe every word he said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close for a kiss, this time without any hesitation."

‼️CW:....um....smut. so much smut. you're welcome 🤭🤭

ANYWAY! After you're done reading lemme know what you think! 🫡

[spennininomenon]

requests

hi lovelies! please feel free to submit one shot and smut requests into my ask box or dm’s ♡

right now i am taking request for:

•smosh cast cast and characters

•dimension 20 cast and characters

•critical role cast and characters

i am more comfy writing fem!reader, but can write gn! reader. just specify in your request :)

[feral-teeth]

Being in the military can really suck the life out of you (and so can other things if you let them)

This fic is SMUT AND EXPLICIT- minors dni

[shutupandreadthisfanfic]

Damien tries his hand at ASMR on stream for the first time.

[soupiiiie]

Recommendation Masterlist

This is a compiled and ongoing list of fics I've read and have loved. I will update it as much as I can but yeah.. all my fixations are going to be here so.. enjoy.

All credit to the authors of these works, this is just me showing my appreciation for them. Love yall <3

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* indicates smut

: : Tyler Joseph / Clancy / Blurryface : :

: Scared : * : Painted : * : Testing the Limits : * : Chance Encounters : : Off Limits : : Backstage : : Weak : : Smithereens : : Xmas Stream : : In-Ears : : Runaway :

: : Josh Dun / Spooky Jim : :

: Stepbrother : * : Barrier Kisses : : Study : : First Kiss : : Copycat : : Videotape : : Coming Home : : Spooky Jim : : Secret Relationship : : Pushing Me Away : : Nerves : : Yellow : : Soulmate AU : : Memories :

: : Calum Hood : :

: All Too Well : : Lost in You : : You Don't Go To Parties :

: : Spencer Agnew : :

: Summer Games : : Spill It : : Out of Hiding : : The Comment Section : : Call Time : : I Don't Want You Like a Best Friend : : Imagine if You Will : : 'Best Friends' : : Cool Shoes : : Dropping Hints : : Spilled Punch : : Disbelief :

: : Shayne Topp : :

: How to Fall in Love with Your Best Friend : : Surprise? : : Smosh, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging :

: : Damien Haas : :

: Weather Ain't Been Bad : * : Date Night with Damien : * : After the After Party : * : Miles Away :

: : Ian Hecox : :

: More Than Friends :

: : Anthony Padilla : :

: First Day :

: : Trevor Evarts : :

: As a Team :

: : Four (Tobias Eaton) : :

: An Involuntary Confession : : Succeed : : Something Worse : : Something More :

[lorelilly]

Running List of Works

Thanks for checking me out! From the bottom of my heart, I appreciate every read, comment, and kudos. I've written privately for many years. But I never knew I could love writing as much as I do now that I've discovered such a supportive community.

All my works are currently on AO3 so here's a list of links and brief descriptions. Hopefully this will continue to grow!

Love & Other Smosh Games (Series) Characters: Shayne Topp, Spencer Agnew, Courtney Miller Themes: Poly, Friends to Lovers, Light Dom/Sub *Parts can be read as stand alone fics

Little Love (Part 1) (Rated M) Equilateral (Part 2) (Rated E Lucky (Part 3) (Rated M) Wants and Expectations(Part 4) (Rated E)

Livewire - Rated E Characters: Shayne Topp, Spencer Agnew, Courtney Miller Themes: Poly, Friends to Lovers, Light Dom/Sub

In Reverse - Rated T Characters: Spencer Agnew, Tommy Bowe Themes: Friends to Lovers, Coming Out, Demisexuality

Pasta Predilections - Rated G Characters: Assorted Smosh Cast Themes: Culinary Crimes AU, Food Puns, No Romance

Chapters - Rated M Characters: Spencer Agnew, Amanda Lehan-Canto Themes: Practice Kissing, Body Worship, Friendship Over Time

He Cooked - Rated G Characters: Trevor Evarts, Arasha Lalani Themes: Cooking, Fluff, First Kiss, Getting to Know Each Other

Midnight - Rated T Characters: Spencer Agnew, Alex Tran Themes: Friendship, Hair Playing/Braiding, Mild Hurt/Comfort

Sound & Heat (Both Make Waves) - Rated E Characters: Spencer Agnew, Amanda Lehan-Canto Themes: Phone Sex, ASMR, Mutual Masturbation

No Rocks, Only Chaser - Rated E Main Characters: Spencer Agnew, Tommy Bowe Themes: Bartender AU, Strangers to Lovers, Emotional Recovery

Behind the Camera - Rated E Main Characters: Shayne Topp, Spencer Agnew, Courtney Miller Themes: Pining, Smut and Fluff, Pre-Poly, Crack Treated Seriously

[pedropascallme]

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚Smosh Boys Masterlist

💋Smut | 🫀Fluff | 🥀 Angst | 🧠Imagine | 🪡Series | 🌷One shot | 🗣️Drabble 

The Shower Scene 🫀💋🌷

More, More, More 🫀💋🌷

The Weather Ain’t Been Bad 🫀💋🌷

Wreck and Resurrect 🫀💋🌷

Didn’t You Miss My Voice? 🫀💋🌷

Lessons in Patience 🫀💋🌷

After The After Party 🫀💋🪡 -> Threw This Party For You 🫀💋🪡

Celebrity Crushes 🫀🌷

☆Professor!Damien🪡

Office Hours 🫀💋

Take Me Home 🫀💋

Teasing professor!Damien 💋🧠

Fatal Distraction 🫀💋

Let Your Mind Go Wild 🫀💋

Learn A Thing (Or Two) 🫀💋

Slow Down, Lie Down 🫀💋🌷

[lilac-hecox]

Title: Amanda's Birthday Party

Pairing: Shayne/Amanda - Shaymanda

Rating: Spicy / PWP

Summary:

“Wow, so you’re hilarious, hot, and a great kisser. What can’t you do, Shayne Topp?”

“Karaoke,” Shayne says weakly.

Amanda laughs, her thumb coming up to swipe away a little bit of lipstick that has clung to Shayne’s mouth.

“Well, you gave me one present tonight. How about I give you one back?” she says slyly, nodding her head towards the bathroom.

Warnings: A pwp/smut so keep that in mind.

Notes: A full length smut based off the anon ask I got that prompted Shayne and Amanda sharing a tipsy/drunk kiss!

[undercover-bro]

So sorry this took me so long! A bad storm knocked out the power yesterday, so no internet. I'm going to format this a little wonky because my answer for #2 is a long story, so I'm putting it at the bottom

(1) #1 is the lie! Something similar happened recently, but not quite how I described. It's been long enough since my knee surgery that I don't use the scooter anymore, but it was a child with dog who knocked me over and caused me to trip over my cane. Nothing happened to my wrist (inspired by Angela), but I currently have a gigantic black eye from smacking my face into a metal shelf.

(3) True! I have bought several books Shayne has said he's enjoyed. I have the advantage of a super-discounted used bookstore in my town. The only one I paid more than $5 for was Song of Achilles. If you're a new fan like me, googling "Shayne Topp, book recs" pulls up his old reading update tweets. Song of Achilles, This is How You Lose a Time War, Sapiens, Brave New World, and a couple Stephen Graham Jones books have a home on my bookshelf thanks to Mr. Topp.

(2) This still feels like a fever dream, but it absolutely happened. Long one, buckle up.

I never set out to be a romance writer, but in high school and college, I wrote some shippy fanfic for a couple girlfriends & their friends. Turns out I didn't suck. When not writing fic or trying to finish a fantasy novel, I've taken the occasional commission to write original romantic short stories, especially of the smutty variety. During the holiday season, I received a request for a explicit piece, with a very detailed list of requests.

When I called the commission "unhinged," I don't mean the kink requested. There was repeated derogatory trashtalk of the male LI's ex that felt gross, and I was going to turn it down. The requester was weirdly insistent they wanted me to be the one to write it, and agreed to tone down the sections I didn't feel comfortable with.

I knew of Smosh's existence, but I didn't really watch, but I'd watched some shorts and TNTLs related to other content creators, and was familar enough with Shayne. It hit me one day that I was being paid to write a thinly veiled Shayne/YN smut story. Same physical description, actor, even the name was spelled the same.

I'd gotten the explicit scenes out of the way and was working on the domestic padding when I watched a couple Smosh vids and was introduced to the others, including Courtney, who I realized was meant to be blonde co-worker ex in the original story request. Felt sick about that and finished the things as quick as I could, closing commissions. (*Important note: there is nothing wrong with reader insert or OC fanworks, this was skeezy because of the derogatory attitude toward Courtney)

Rough drafts and previews were sent along the way, but the final product required a 25% downpayment I never got. Washed my hands of them after a month of no response, kept watching Smosh. Fell in love with Smosh. Had an existential crisis when I started RPF shipping for the first time, got over it quickly enough.

This was fun, everyone! Thanks for participating!

Hey @unknownteapot, I hesitated too long to join the game, but I thought I'd put this out for the hell of it. I'm so new to the fandom no one really knows me, but since we're mutuals now, maybe you'd wanna take a shot (first time creating a poll, hope this works)

[a-singleboat]

Fingers Crossed Uploading Schedule

This is my “Fingers Crossed” Uploading schedule, aka, my “I really hope nothing bad happens so that these fics can be release on these dates” list.

8/23 - Serious - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader (angst)

8/28 - Worthy of Your Love - Shayne Topp x Fem!Reader (angst, fluff)

9/4 - Why Don’t We Go There? - Shayne Topp x Fem!Reader (fluff, the teeniest bit of angst, smut)

[shutupandreadthisfanfic]

Damien and Shayne have been best friends for years, all the way since when they were back at So Random!

They have always had something, and this is about the way the finally come to terms with exactly what it is.

[anotherficwriter]

What/Who I Write For UDATED

This list is going to look a little different than the last time you saw it! Please feel free to send in requests! I do have some works in progress but I am open to what you all want. 

UPDATED 6/29/2020

Sons of Anarchy (all seasons, s1-3 preferable) 

Juice

 Jax

Opie

 Happy

The 100 (s1-6, s1-4 preferable)

Bellamy

Octavia

Lexa

Murphy

Other characters may be available upon request

Marvel (Endgame and before)

Steve Rogers 

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker 

Carol Danvers

Other characters may be available upon request

Teen Wolf (all seasons)

Scott

Stiles

Lydia 

Liam

Isaac 

Theo

Other characters may be available upon request

The Vampire Diaries (all seasons, s1-5 preferable)

Stefan

Tyler

Jeremy

Matt

Caroline

Other characters may be available upon request

The Originals (s1-3)

Klaus

Elijah

Kol (Original and Witch)

Rebekah

(If you would like to request a character that is in both TVD and TO please specify which show/time period you would like it set in. I treat them as different settings for two different versions of a character.)

Adam Driver Characters 

Kylo Ren/ Ben Solo

Flip Zimmerman

Clyde Logan

Criminal Minds (s1-s8)

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Smosh

Damien Haas

Shayne Topp

Riverdale is no longer being written for unless it is specifically for my Sweet Pea series. If you would like to see something specific in this series, please let me know. 

[yanderetua]

More added to the "Who I write for" post

Two new people have been added, Damien Haas and Shayne Topp of Smosh.

I literally hate the 'new' Smosh (aka not Anthony and Ian) but I want those two boys to fucking RAW me so they've been added :-)

[zaynmirrors]

MASTERLIST

SERIES:

SHAYNE TOP: 

Shaggy Rogers:

Derek Morgan:

The Mysterious Case: One, Two

Jake Webber : 

Family: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Colby Brock:

Sam Golbach:

Eddie Munson:

Figure You Out: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Steve Harrington: 

Steve Rogers:

Bucky Barnes: 

Uncontrolled: One,  two. three

Daryl Dixon:

Just Us:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

10k: 

Fire on Fire: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven,  Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

DRABBLES:

BUCKY: Hardware, 2

Shayne Topp:

Marty Mikalski:

Sam Winchester: Please

[pedropascallme]

#5 I can't pull out when you... w/ shayne?

Luv u queen <3

You liked when Shayne fucked you on your back; it gave you a full range of motion, clawing at his back, reaching up to pull him down by his neck and kiss him sloppily--the choices were endless.

"You feel so good," he murmured into the crook of your neck, sucking gently on your skin. "Gonna cum, baby, you feel so fucking good."

You whimpered softly, two orgasms in and absolutely spent but still craving more. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him anchored to you with his cock thrust deep.

"Can't pull out when you wrap your legs around me baby, you know that." He warned halfheartedly, still focused on sucking marks onto your throat.

"That's the p-oint" You stuttered when he rocked against your g-spot, sensitive and needy. He groaned into your skin, mouth falling open at your words.

"You want me to cum in you?" He growled, pressing into you as deep as he could, "Want me to fill you up like this?"

"Please," you whined, and his hips faltered upon hearing your pleas, emptying inside of you as you had so kindly asked him to with a moan of your name.