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paradiseismine · 6 days

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His Favorite - Miles Fairchild x reader

Pairing: Miles Fairchild (The Turning) x f!reader

Warnings: all smut, degradation, sort of free use (?), spanking, imbalanced power dynamics. This is much more intense than the stuff I usually write lol

Summary: our boy Miles is used to always getting exactly what he wants.

It had been a few weeks since you started working at the manor. You were still a minor, nearly 18, but had no family and had to make ends meet somehow. So, when you saw the opportunity to work as a young maid in a manor, granted to live and eat there for free, you took it without any further thoughts.

The teenage boy who lived there, Miles, caught your eye the very first time you saw him. There was something about his petulance, his wit and his dark eyes that really got your panties wet. He took an interest in you, and soon enough, you realized that doing him sexual favors got you in a much better position than not - plus, you also had the hots for him.

Miles was tough on the outside, but whenever Kate or any other person from the manor’s staff tried to get in your way or tease you, Miles would practically JUMP at them. You were sacred to him and everyone knew that. You could get away with half-assing your work, showing up late or refusing to do things. Nobody else in there could do that, so of course, they all hated you.

It was a Tuesday afternoon. The little girl, Flora, was playing in the gardens of the manor with her babysitter, and you were in the kitchen, washing the dishes. Miles was sitting on the kitchen table, toying with a rubber band, and you tried your best to pay him no attention at all. In a clumsy attempt to wash another plate, you ended up dropping it inside the sink, causing it to break.

Miles let out a chuckle.

- It’s hard to conciliate your little whoreish brain with doing your chores, isn’t it? All you can think about is getting your pussy fucked, right?

You chuckled at him, trying your best to clean the mess as fast as you could. The other maids would end up getting blamed for the broken plate, so you wanted to hide the evidence. But the way his voice reverberated in your ears simply wouldn’t let you work in peace. Not a minute after, you dropped another plate into the sink - to no surprise, it also broke in half. Great.

- Why are you so stupid today, huh? - Miles asked, rolling his eyes as he approached you, then grabbing the hair at your nape in a possessive way. - You’re lacking some cum inside your cunt, aren’t you, dumb slut? I bet you’d love to be filled to the brim with some warm cum, wouldn’t you?

You could barely talk back.

- Y-yes sir, I’d love that very much - you nearly whispered, your upper thighs sticking to each other already. Nothing made you hornier than tending to that preppy manor boy.

He made your knees weak and he knew it. That cocky grin in his face gave it all away.

- I knew you would - he bent you over the sink and lifted up your skirt in a swift movement, his fingers lightly lowering your panties down to your knees. - Your ass looks so pale… I think it could use some spanking, couldn’t it? It would look much better with a reddish color to it…

- Yes, sir, please - you pleaded, your cunt visibly slick with arousal.

You could hear Miles lightly chuckle before laying his hand harshly on your ass, spanking it. He would alternate between your butt cheeks, but without fail, all of your ass would be red and even a bit purple after he was done.

- There - he said, his voice lower than before. You could tell how hard he was just by the way he was talking. - Nice and spanked, my little whorelet.

- Thank you sir - you moaned, softly.

- You’re welcome - he replied, his tone still different than before - Now, since you can’t bring yourself to even wash the dishes properly, I think I could use you for my own entertainment.

- W-what do you mean, sir?

- I mean, I think my cock needs some good sucking… Get on your knees, you dumb slut - he ordered.

You quickly obeyed, kneeling in front of him as he sat in one of the kitchen chairs. You lowered his pants and took his cock in your mouth hungrily, lapping up the precum from his tip and deep throating his length as much as you could.

- Yes - he moaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair. - Just like that… Such a slutty little maid, aren’t you? Did you always go around sucking your masters’s dicks like that?

You moaned in response, his cock still deep down your throat. Miles tightened his grip on your hair and forced you to take him even deeper. He was so huge, you couldn’t believe it. Such a lanky pale boy, and hung like a horse. After another 20 minutes of hungrily sucking his dick, your jaw was nearly numb, when Miles suddenly shifted in the chair.

- Get up and spread your legs - Miles ordered, firmly, letting go of your hair. - I want to fill up your cunt with my cum.

- Finally - you moaned, bending over the sink and spreading your legs. - Cum inside my whorelet pussy, sir. Make it yours, put me in my place…

Miles shoved his cock in your dripping wet pussy all at once, immediately releasing hot ropes of his cum in your insides. You could feel the warmth from his seed seeping inside you, and you orgasmed solely from that feeling, your cunt clenching uncontrollably around Miles’ cock.

- Ah - he moaned, still releasing his cum inside you. It was so much cum, it would drip out immediately, you couldn’t possibly hold that much inside you. - Yes, milk my dick just like that, suck all my cum inside that worthless cunt of yours.

- Yes, sir, please give me all of your cum - you moaned, your knees weak.

After he was done, he put his pants back on and left the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

The other maids would come in a few minutes later and see Miles’ cum dripping down your legs. They were jealous, you knew that. They got scolded by him everyday, and so did you, but you were different. You pussy was the only one he’d cum in. You were the only one in the manor staff he’d protect and defend when needed. You were his favorite.

#finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard x reader #mike wheeler x reader #imagine #mike wheeler #miles fairchild #smut #trevor spengler #trevor spengler x reader

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paradiseismine · 12 days

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paradiseismine · 13 days

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Don’t be such a nice guy - Trevor Spengler x reader

Pairing: Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters Afterlife/Frozen Empire) x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol; a bit of fluff; mostly smut.

Summary: you and Trevor meet at your friend’s party a few weeks after your encounter at the Spengler’s’ home. This is sort of a part 2 to “Late Night Talking”, a previous fic of mine.

Angie was definitely the best friend you had made since you moved. She was really fun and kind to you at all times. Another thing about her, maybe one of the most prominent aspects of her personality is that she was a party girl. She loved parties, and she wanted to throw a party at her own house to welcome you into the city (even though you had moved a few months ago). So, of course, you helped her prepare everything.

It was time for the party already: the decorations were all over the walls, on the handrails and even on the carpet. All the food and drinks were perfectly arranged on the kitchen table and on a bar-looking piece of furniture her father had. Some people had arrived already, but your guest of honor was yet to be seen… Until the front door opened again.

There he was. So tall and so handsome.

- Hi babe - you greeted Trevor, throwing both your arms around his neck, a sugary strawberry drink in your hand. - I’m so glad you came! How’s everything?

Trev took you in for a second before responding. He could smell your sweet perfume from a few steps before you greeted him, and it was so good it made his mouth water. Your hair was simply perfect, and the outfit you were wearing made him stare at your breasts for a second too long.

- Oh hi, princess - he smiled, still stunned. He put a hand to your cheek and quickly pecked your lips. - I feel so much better now that I found you.

- Me too - you smiled back, softly. - Should we get you a drink?

In no time, the room was filled with loud teens and even louder music. To be able to talk properly, as the majority of the guests were gathered in the living room, you took Trevor to Angie’s kitchen. She knew about your fling with Trevor and wanted to help her new bestie, of course.

You sat on the kitchen counter while Trevor towered over you, his hands on your sides. You two started talking about your most recent dates - ever since that night in his room, a month ago, you were inseparable. You had had a picnic date, a museum date, a movie theater date and, obviously, a vintage record store date. Until that night: now you were attending your first party together.

As the music had suddenly gotten louder, to which you both assumed was some sort of party game, you felt the need to speak closer to each other. Trevor lightly lowered his head to meet your right ear. Partly because of how noisy the house was, but partly because he wanted to feel you shiver over his voice and the feather light touch of his lips to your ear as he spoke.

- You know, the other day in my room - he said, his voice raspier than usual. - We couldn’t quite finish what we started… And I couldn’t think of anything else since.

You bit your lip, feeling your stomach fill itself with butterflies, and looked him in the eyes.

- Don’t look at me like that - Trev smirked. - You know what those eyes do to me, don’t you?

You pulled him closer by his T-shirt, glueing your lips together. He kissed you slowly at first, savoring the taste of strawberry and alcohol on your tongue. Trevor had always been a good kisser, ever since that night in his room.

As the kiss grew more urgent and intense, his hands found their way up your skirt. He would touch your inner thighs and feel the way you shivered and squirmed, just to remove his hand a few seconds later.

- Trev, touch me - you pleaded, your face flushed and your voice faint. - I need you.

- Are you sure? - he said, gently, as his right hand rested on your thigh. You two were drinking that night, and he wanted to be absolutely sure he had your consent.

- Don’t be such a nice guy - you responded, eyes squinted in desire, as you pushed his right hand further up your thigh. With his mouth agape, he simply let you guide him.

- God, you’re so wet for me, princess - he said, his index finger sliding your panties to the side and slipping inside you in a nearly magnetic way. - So tight - he continued, smirking as your eyes rolled and you bit your lips, desperate for relief.

Your pussy was pulsating around his finger uncontrollably, and you hadn’t even cum yet. Trev’s touch had such power over you, you were willing to do anything he wanted at that point.

- Just a finger and you’re already this weak, baby girl? - he whispered in your ear again, and you couldn’t help but moan. He took his finger off of your pussy and sucked on it, moaning and closing his eyes at the taste. - Do you think you can cum on my finger again, just like last time?

The way he talked to you, alone, made you nearly cum, so you nodded and guided him to keep touching your clit. You were so wet and so needy for him. It didn’t take long for your back to arch and your mouth to open in a delicious moan to his ear - the first of many times he intended to make you cum that night.

Trevor took his finger off your pussy and tasted you once again. It’s like he couldn’t get enough.

- Maybe we could take this to another room? - he said, the tent on his pants pretty evident.

You nodded, quickly standing up from the counter. Your legs felt like spaghetti and your stride was definitely different because of all the arousal dripping between your legs. You took Trev’s hand in yours and guided him towards the guest room. Nobody really used that room or went there that often, Angie had said, but she had it all tidied up for you to sleep over after the party. Little did she know, you weren’t sleeping alone.

Trevor sat down on the guest room bed, so you sat next to him, your fingers tugging lightly at the jet black hair on his nape. After another round of heated kisses, you went for his neck. He smelled so delicious you wanted to bite him - so you did. You’d lightly bite down on his neck, kiss the area and drag your bottom lip all the way up to his ear - a great place to nibble on and get some more urgent moans from him.

The way he was gripping your waist was intoxicating. You had had a few drinks that night, but nothing as strong as Trevor’s kiss. The more he kissed you, the more drunk you felt, the more desperate for him you were.

The puddle in your panties was getting bigger by the minute, and you couldn’t wait any longer. You reached for the hem of his T-shirt, motioning for him to take it off, so he did. You covered his chest in kisses and feather light touches, as he lied on the bed, defenseless. You unzipped his pants and took them off as well. His shoes were already off. You trailed your kisses down his belly and slowly took off his boxers as well.

Before you could do anything else, he shifted your positions so he could be on top of you. He took off your blouse and your bra eagerly, and attacked your breasts with sensual kissing and suckling. He even gave you a hickey.

- You’re mine - he said, admiring his work on your chest. - All mine.

Your skirt was also off right after that. That boy was wasting no time. You had touched each other on your last encounter, but Trevor was dying to see you completely naked for the first time. As he trailed his kisses down your stomach and his hands cupped your waist firmly, you’d let out a few moans every time he’d grip you a little tighter.

- Can-can I pull these down? - Trev said, his hands a bit shaky as he toyed with your lacy underwear. - You always wear such tiny, slutty panties, princess… But I want to see all of you…

- Sure, baby - you answered, a delicious tingling sensation spreading through your body. - I’m yours. All yours.

Those words were everything Trevor needed to hear. He took your panties off very gently, sliding them down your legs and placing them on the corner of the bed. Then, Trev looked at you in a way that felt ambiguous: he looked like he could drop to his knees and pray to you, but also like he could devour you as his very last meal.

Before you could react, his hands had already parted your thighs and his lips were gently touching your soaking wet folds. He was lapping up your arousal as if it was water, his tongue circling your clit softly. Your moans were more audible now, and the way your legs were shaking was very telling of the great job he was doing.

You came undone a few minutes later, you brain practically melted from such pleasure. That boy was going to be the end of you.

- Trev, I need you - you managed to say after you came down from your high.

- I’m yours, beautiful - he said, in adoration. You pulled him close so he would lie on top of you.

The heat from his body was maddening, irresistible. You reached your hand down in between your bodies, grabbed his cock and lightly glazed its tip with your arousal. He hissed in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut.

- Don’t we need a condom? - he asked.

- I’m on birth control - you answered, nearly whispering into his ear. - Have you ever cum inside a girl before?

He shook his head no.

- Would you like to?

- I’d love to - he responded, almost in a trance.

You guided his cock into your soaking wet pussy, your eyes rolling as it entered you, completely stretching you out. Trev was so thick. He rolled his hips into yours slowly at first, trying to find the perfect rhythm, but in no time, you two were panting and moaning together.

He stood up and pulled your body to the edge of the bed, now thrusting even deeper into you. His thumb found its way to your clit, and there you were again, cumming in his magic hands. No boy had ever made you cum so easily.

As you orgasmed, your pussy convulsed around his dick in such a delicious way, he could no longer hold it in. Trev sunk his dick as deep into you as he possibly could, and came inside you. The sensation was amazing, the feeling of his warm cum taking over your dripping wet pussy almost made you cum again.

- That was perfect - he said, breathless. - I swear you’re the hottest girl in the entire world.

You laughed. Trevor kissed you one last time, passionately. He desired your body hungrily, but he was also really in love with you. All of you.

- Thank you for tonight, my princess. - he smiled. You make my life so much lighter and more fun, you have no idea.

- You do the same to mine, love - you responded, gesturing for him to lie in bed next to you.

You snuggled in each other’s arms quickly, feeling sleepier than ever. Trevor turned off the lamp on the bedside table.

- Good night, love - he kissed your forehead as you rested your head on his chest.

- Good night, angel - you responded, already falling asleep to his scent and warmth.

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You were stirred awaken by the sound of a phone vibrating on the bedside table. With your eyes still heavy from all the drinking and partying, you looked over. It was Trevor’s.

- Babe - you nudged his cheek with yours, that was previously on his chest. He let out a whimper and tightened his grip around your waist. - Trev, wake up… I think your mom is calling.

Trevor nearly jumped out of the bed, his eyes wider than ever.

- Fuck - he said, holding his phone as his other hand gripped some of his own hair. - Mom’s gonna kill me.

#finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard x reader #mike wheeler x reader #imagine #mike wheeler #miles fairchild #smut #trevor spengler #Trevor Spengler x reader

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paradiseismine · 19 days

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Trevor Spengler +18 Headcanons

Pairing: Trevor Spengler x f!reader

Warnings: just pure filth I guess lol

Summary: I might have the absolute hots for Trevor Spengler and I’m willing to share it with the class.

- Trevor’s main love languages are physical touch and acts of service. He loves to please you in every way possible - so of course, he is more than willing to try basically anything that turns you on.

- He will always always always suckle on your tits like his life depends on it whenever he’s taking your clothes off. His lips are always warm and soft against your nipples, and that gentle suckle will make you moan without fail. And he adores those beautiful sounds you make.

- Trevor lovessss when you wear skirts and dresses to a car ride, as he can easily slide your panties to the side and dip his fingers in your pussy for a quick taste while he’s driving. That boy is addicted to your pussy and will do anything for a taste at any time of the day.

- As matter of fact, he has a thing for skirts and dresses. He thinks you look so pretty and girly in them, so cute and ready for him to claim you.

- Trevor is a big fan of bending you over a table, lifting up your dress or your skirt, lowering your panties just a bit and fucking you till he comes inside your pussy.

- Then, he would make you pull your panties back on and go about your day with his cum leaking out of your pussy. He loves knowing his girl is dripping with his cum, even if you’re not spending the rest of the day together.

- He also loves tying you up. Usually with a silky tie or some other soft material. He wants to dominate you, not hurt you, of course. You’re his princess and should be treated accordingly.

- Blindfolding you also drives him crazy. The fact that you trust him enough to let him do it is just as arousing as the fact that you are always so eager to be his naughty little slut.

- Blowjobs while he’s driving are his soft spot. Whenever you two are on the Ectomobile and you reach for the hem of his pants, he already knows your next move. Having your mouth around his dick while he’s got one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your hair is bound to make him cum in a minute or two. You look so hot and slutty doing that, he simply can’t hold it in.

- Whenever you guys are having sex and you’re on top, the way you shake your hips always makes his eyes roll.

- He’ll moan things like “so tight for me, princess, can I cum already?” “you’re so hot, I could fuck you all day”, “this is the world’s most perfect pussy, I’m so glad you’re mine”.

#finn wolfhard smut #finn wolfhard x reader #mike wheeler x reader #miles fairchild #smut #trevor spengler #Trevor Spengler x reader #mike wheeler #imagine

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paradiseismine · 1 month

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Late Night Talking - Trevor Spengler x Reader

Love note from Nina: Aaaand I’m back again with some more Finnie cuteness and filth, lovelies. My boy Trevor is way too underrated around here, so it’s about damn time we turn those tables.

Pairing: Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters Afterlife/Frozen Empire) x f!reader

Warnings: mostly smut, but also some fluff. Also maybe this is kinda long (?) sorry not sorry etc

Summary: you visit the Spengler’s residence for a dinner party and end up having a lot more fun than you intended, if you know what I mean

Edit: part 2 here

Your mom and Mrs. Spengler had become best friends, all of a sudden - neither of them had had much luck on that when they moved to the city, but ever since they first met in a 7/11 a month ago, they were inseparable.

It was a Saturday evening, and your mom was dragging you along to Mrs. Spengler’s house, for a dinner party of some sort. You weren’t in the mood, but she seemed so happy to finally have a new friend, you just couldn’t say “no” to her.

So, all dressed up in a cute black dress and strap sandals, you rang the doorbell.

- Oh, hello - a tall lanky boy with messy black hair opened the door. - Good evening, Mrs. y/l/n… And you must be y/n, right?

You nodded, smiling sweetly, as your mom greeted the boy as well.

- Hi, Trevor! Your mom told me all about you - she said, giving him a warm hug after she handed you the huge cake tray she was holding.

It was pretty heavy - your mom wouldn’t show up to dine at someone’s house without bringing dessert - but you could manage to hold it.

- Callie, there you are! - she squealed as she hurried to meet Mrs. Spengler in the kitchen, leaving you and Trevor behind.

- She loves your mom - you said to Trevor, chuckling.

- My mom loves yours too - he chuckled. - Hey, can I help you with that? - he continued, gently taking the cake tray off of your hands.

- Thank you Trev, that was quite heavy - you said, relieved. - Should we bring that to the kitchen?

So you both put the cake in the fridge and helped your moms with everything - from setting the table to organizing the kitchen.

You had a great time eating and talking to Callie, Trevor and his sister, Phoebe. After dinner was over, the moms opened up a bottle of wine and sat on the living room to talk, while Phoebe went to her room to sleep.

That left you and Trevor alone in the kitchen, talking. It was already close to midnight, and by the laughs you could hear from the couch, you were not going to leave the Spengler’s home for a long time. Halloween was just around the corner, so you asked Trevor if he was into horror movies.

- Hm, kind of… - he responded, finishing his glass of soda. - I think they’re way too unrealistic sometimes.

- Ugh, wish I felt like that too… Movies like Poltergeist and The Conjuring totally freak me out. I’m just afraid of ghosts, I guess.

Trevor nearly choked, but you couldn’t understand why.

- Do you like slasher movies though? - he asked, trying to move on with the conversation.

- Yeah, I love them! - you answered, excitedly. - My favorite one is Friday The 13th!

- The first one?

- The best one, right?

- Absolutely - he laughed, then pointing to your moms in the living room - I think they’re gonna take a while there… Wanna go upstairs and watch a movie? It can be Friday the 13th if you want.

- Of course, I’d love that! - you said and walked over to the living room with him.

- Mom, Trevor and I are going upstairs to watch a movie, ok?

- Sure darlings, go there and befriend! - your mom agreed, her voice sounding a bit different already. Good thing you were driving.

You two went up the stairs to Trevor’s room, still talking about horror movies and your personal favorites; but you noticed he would talk just as excitedly about any subject. The conversation was light and comfortable. Trevor was so nice to talk to. He was also really good looking. Something about his lanky figure, dark hair and dark eyes really stood out to you.

Up in his room, you couldn’t help but walk around and notice the various objects he had in there.

- Whoa, do you like Arctic Monkeys?

- Their “AM” album is, like, most of my will to live. - he chuckled. - So yeah, I like them a bit.

- That’s an instant classic if I’ve ever seen one, right?

Turns out, you and Trev had A LOT in common. You were into the same movies, the same music and even the same places to hang out. He was working up the courage to ask you on a date already.

- So, uh… y/n, would you… would you like to go to that record store downtown with me… Sometime? It doesn’t have to be like a date or-

You put your index finger to his lips, and his eyes went wide.

- But can it be a date, though? - you whispered, your finger leaving his lips as you put your hand on his cheek.

- S-sure - he stuttered. He was much taller than you, even with the heels you were wearing.

- I would love to - you smiled, your hand still on his cheek. - I could talk with you all night if you’d let me.

- Me too - he smiled, putting his arm around your waist and leaning in a bit. - Y/n… can I-can I kiss you? Or does asking that totally ruin the mood?

- Of course you can! - you laughed. - C’mere.

You leaned in and your lips touched his, lightly. You touched your forehead to his and looked him in the eyes. He pulled you even closer by your waist and kissed you again, way more eagerly this time. His tongue asked for entrance and you permitted it, in pure ecstasy.

- Hm - he broke the kiss - maybe we could move this over there? - he said, his head pointing to an armchair on the corner of his room. You nodded, your lips parted and swollen from the kiss.

Trevor sat down on the armchair and you sat nearly on his lap, but sideways, so your butt was down on the armchair and your legs were all over his lap.

He put his hands on your bare knees and caressed them gently as you continued to kiss, more slowly than before. Your dress was a few inches above your knees. Nothing too modest or too slutty, but Trevor secretly wished you were wearing the sluttiest dress possible, just so he could feel you up without actually lifting up your dress and risking getting slapped across the face.

Little did he know you were craving that touch. You lightly guided his hands a bit further up your thighs, giving him the permission he wanted. To touch your soft skin and get intoxicated by you.

You kept kissing him passionately, your hands wandering from his cheek to his neck to his chest. You grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and pulled him even closer, wanting to savor him as much as you could. He let out a soft moan on your lips, so discreet you wouldn’t be able to hear it if you two weren’t all the way upstairs in his room.

Things were getting hot and heavy pretty quickly, but isn’t it always like that when you’re young? His hands were gently caressing your upper thighs for a minute, as if he was mentally debating a way to ask you to take off your dress, but gave up on that idea.

His slender fingers gently slid your panties to the side, only to meet your soaking wet pussy. You hissed and moaned in his mouth as he kissed you hungrily while slowly playing with your clit. His touch was so light, it made you ache for more; but at the same time, it was perfect. He continued for a couple minutes, your moans in his ear increasing. That had to be Trevor’s new favorite sound.

- Trev - you called, your voice faint and breathy. He looked into your eyes. His gaze was dark and full of lust. His swollen red lips were slightly parted, ugh, he was so beautiful… - If you keep going, I-I…

But you couldn’t finish that sentence. Your back arched and your mouth cracked open, your body completely taken by that orgasm. Your eyes were closed for most of the time, squeezed in pleasure, but when you peeked through them to look at Trevor’s face, he was grinning like the devil. He got you good and he knew he did.

- You’re so pretty - he said, mesmerized, his fingers still touching your pussy until you closed your legs and he realized you had ridden out of your orgasm. - and you look even prettier when you cum.

You sat there in his lap for a moment, head on his shoulder, resting a little from such an intense sensation. Trevor had quite a cocky smile plastered on his face, seeming proud of himself for making a pretty girl cum. For getting the chance to make a pretty girl cum and succeeding.

- Alright, so not only you’re all tall and handsome and stuff, but you also got magic hands? - you said, your hair ruffled and your voice breathy.

- Magic hands? Really? - he laughed.

- I’m serious. - you said, laughing with him. - But now I feel the need to… reciprocate, you know?

Trevor’s breathing quickened. You sat on his lap properly now, one leg to each side of his waist, straddling him while cupping his face for another round of passionate kissing.

His kisses found their way down to your neck, gently nipping on your skin, making you shiver and squirm. His fingers started toying with your dress’ straps until he felt confident enough to pull them down slowly.

The black lacy bra you were wearing underneath was beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but the sight of your breasts is what made his mouth water. With your dress already down to your waist, he put his arms around you to try and unhook your bra. As boys normally do, it took him a few tries, but he finally got it off of your body, his hands quickly covering your breasts again, fondling them.

Your skin was so soft and smelled so good, his kisses returned to your neck and continued their way down to your chest. Your nipples were so hard already, he simply had to take them in his mouth. One at a time, he licked and sucked gently, earning some pretty urgent moans. You knew you had to keep the volume down so your mothers wouldn’t hear you two, but that couldn’t stop you from moaning softly, just enough for him to hear. Your body was a feast and he had never been this hungry in his whole life.

- I-I thought it was my turn, Trevor - you said, softly, his lips still kissing the skin around your nipples and his hands groping your waist firmly. Damn, this boy was definitely going to drive you crazy.

Kissing his lips once again, you reached for the hem of his T-shirt and slowly pulled it upwards. He helped you take his shirt off, and his bare chest was surely a sight to be seen. Back to the kissing, your hands now wandered from his cheek, to his neck, to his chest, to his belly and…

- A-are you sure? - he asked, as you were about to touch his belt to unbuckle it. He didn’t want to pressure you into anything.

- I am pretty sure - you said with a smile, playfully kissing his nose. - Can I?

He nodded eagerly, so you unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Trevor just sat still and watched as your beautifully manicured nails were touching his belt, then his pants, then his underwear.

You knelt down in front of him, using a pillow under your knees for comfort, and pulled his body closer to the edge of the armchair. You kissed his lips one last time, then his neck, scratching his chest lightly with your long nails, causing him to moan and bite his lips to avoid making too much noise.

You kissed down his chest, your nails now scratching his waist, and finally got to his underwear.

- Can I pull these down too? - you said, your big eyes pleading.

- Yeah - he said, barely breathing. - Please.

You gave him a naughty smile and pulled down his boxers. It was impossible not to lick your lips at the sight of that cock. The perfect length, the perfect girth, and that perfect pinky tip begging to be sucked. So you did it.

You took Trevor into your mouth hungrily, as your mouth was already watering just by taking his underwear off. Your head was bobbing up and down his thick shaft, as he tried his best to hold back any louder moans.

Suddenly, he grabbed some of your hair in his right hand and pulled your mouth off of his dick gently.

- Did I hurt you? - you said, looking worried.

- No, no, princess - he answered, scared that he might’ve offended you. - It’s just… you’re so so good… and so pretty… I’m afraid I won’t last, you know?

- It’s ok babe - you reassured him, caressing his bare knee. - You pleasured me selflessly, and I’m doing the same. If you want to cum now, then do it. I’d love to get a taste…

Your mouth went right back to sucking on his dick, your both hands now also added into the mixture. After a minute or two, it was too much for him to take.

- Y/n - he called, softly. You looked him in the eyes, mouth still around his shaft. You knew what was going to happen next. - I just… Please, can I cum in your mouth?

- Mhm - you agreed, not slowing down or stopping anything you were doing.

Trevor let out a muffled groan as he came in your mouth. You swallowed his warm seed at once, gently licking his tip clean afterwards.

- Fuck, you’re a goddess - he said, his voice faint, his eyes rolling.

You laughed a little and wiped the corners of your mouth.

- And you’re a darling. I’m glad you could trust me.

- Y/n - your mom called out from downstairs. - Is the movie over already? I think we should get going…

- In a minute, mom - you yelled in response.

You turned back to Trevor as he handed you your bra and put his own shirt back on.

- I had a great time with you today, Trev. Hope we can hang out sometime.

- Of course, I’ll text you - he started - there are already so many places I thought we could go together… You might just be the best company for basically everything. Specially late night talking.

You grabbed his phone off his desk, typed in your number and handed him the phone. Realizing what you just did, he smiled and held out his hand so you would give him your phone and let him do the same.

After the exchange of phone numbers and a quick good night kiss, you two got downstairs and pretended nothing had happened.

- There you are - Callie said as she saw both of you. - What did you guys watch?

- Friday the 13th - Trevor lied for both of you. - It was her favorite horror movie, and one of my favorites too.

- Aw, how cute. I’m glad you guys are friends now - your mom said, grabbing her purse. - But those old slashers have some awkward sex scenes, don’t they? We heard their moaning from down here.

- Glad they make movies more gory and less sexually charged nowadays, right? - Callie agreed.

Your moms were drunk and probably wouldn’t remember much about tonight. Thankfully, ‘cause your face and Trevor’s got just as flushed as if you had spent the entire night sipping wine.

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Whoaaa 50 likes ❤️ thank you guys so much.

I’ll be updating soon with more Finnie filth, don’t worry 🥰

For now, I’m just really happy you guys are enjoying my content!

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paradiseismine · 2 months

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Finn Wolfhard Headcanons

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x f!reader

Warnings: a bit of fluff + lots of smut (but mostly soft smut, cause Finn is a gentleman)

Love note from Nina: I’ve just started this side blog due to the recent lack of new Finn smut content on here. Basically, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Requests are open and I’ll write for all of Finn’s characters (and Finn himself, duh), except for Richie. I hope you all like it, I can also take constructive criticism quite well (English is not my first language) :) anyways:

Fluff

- Finn Wolfhard was definitely born in the wrong era: you couldn’t believe that one of gen Z’s most prominent stars would simply love to show off some old timey chivalry.

- Whenever he’s going to drive you somewhere, he always gets out of his car, walks around it and opens the car door for you. When you reach the destination of each drive, he does the same thing, but also offers his hand to help you stand up.

- If he takes you to a restaurant, he’s also going to pull up your chair so you can sit - and, for God’s sake, you’re not even touching that bill. It’s always his treat. He just wants to make his girl happy, and you must let him, of course.

- Despite fame and all it includes, Finn is not hesitant in holding your hand or having his arm around your waist in public - as long as you’re okay with it. He loves to show you off, he’s so proud to have you as his girlfriend. Everyone around you must know that.

- Being a rising star, your schedules don’t always match perfectly, so he’s bound to spend a few weeks away every once in a while to film/direct something. That being said, one of his main love languages is gift giving: he loves to bring you little presents from all his work trips - mostly small dainty jewelry, beautifully knitted sweaters and well, basically anything that made him think of you while he was away.

Smut

- Whenever he gets back from a work trip, you already know what to expect: being showered in gifts and physical touch. He missed you a lot and you must know how much he did.

- Neck kisses are a must. Finn knows the exact spot that makes your knees buckle, and he’s not afraid to use that knowledge in his favor.

- There’s usually lots of whispering in your ear about how much he missed you, how good you smell, how smooth and perfect your skin is. Your earlobes are also getting plenty of nibbles and gentle sucking. He’s all about those pretty moans he gets out of your lips.

- When it comes to taking clothes off, Finn is always subtle and delicate. His fingers lightly trace your dress’ thin straps and pull them down slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him if you want - but you’re always as hungry for him as he is for you.

- Each little piece of newly exposed skin gets its round of kisses and gentle touching. Finn worships your body and your soul more than anything else in the world. He wants you to know how much he appreciates you, he wants to make you feel safe in his arms at all times.

- When the time comes, Finn loves to eat your pussy. He loves the smell, the taste, the texture, everything. The way you shiver under his touch, hissing and squirming, always gets him hard in a split second. His big warm hands know their way both around and inside you: the perfect speed, pressure and angle. That boy is sure to make you cum and suck off his own fingers afterwards - you taste so good he can’t get enough.

- Finn’s a gentleman, of course, so he takes the “ladies first” thing quite seriously. If you haven’t already cum at least three times, your pussy is not soaking wet and you’re not begging him to enter you, you’re not ready for him yet. He takes his sweet time driving you crazy before claiming you.

- As he lines up with your sweet entrance, he always always always looks you in the eye and asks, his voice faint with lust “may I?” As desperate as he is to get engulfed by your delicious cunt, he still finds consent to be the hottest thing ever - and so do you.

- After he gets a verbal response (‘cause I swear that boy can be such a tease if you simply moan), he usually starts off gently, letting your body adjust to both his length and girth. His dick is so thick it still needs some patience and adjusting, even after all this time you’ve been together.

- He keeps his thrusts at a slow pace until you’re satisfied. Then, and only then, he speeds up and allows himself to release. Finn absolutely loves to spill into you, filling you up with warm ropes of his cum. You’re his and only his, and somehow, he feels as if cumming inside you is a way to show you that. To show you that he owns you.

- After you two come down from your highs, it’s all cuddles and pillow talk. Finn is mostly a big spoon, but won’t mind being a little spoon if you want him to.

- In the end, all he wants is to have you in his arms as long as possible, savoring the peace and the warmth he gets from feeling your heartbeat and your body touching his. You’re everything he’s ever wanted.

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paradiseismine · 2 months

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Twice as wet - Mike Wheeler x reader

Part 1/2.

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x f!reader

Warnings: slight NSFW, but tasteful I swear ok bye

It was a hot summer’s day, but not as hot as you. Your hair was shinier than ever and your smile was to die for, after all. Your confidence in your body had increased in the last year or so, and ever since you moved to Hawkins a month ago, it had sky rocketed, for some reason. You had just turned 18 and were ready to meet some cute guys.

Just not today.

Your mom had hired some neighbourhood kid to mow the lawn, and told you to stay home all afternoon to pay him afterwards, since she would be out to run some errands. So you sat on your couch, bored in a bikini and a pair of your shortest shorts, unable to jump in the backyard pool until that damn boy’s arrival.

At 1 p.m. sharp, your doorbell rang. You walked to the door and opened it gently.

- Uh, hello, are-are you y/n? - The boy asked, his head slightly tilted down so he would look you in the eyes. Man, was he TALL.

- Hi, that’s me - you smiled sweetly, trying to remember his name - and you’re… Michael, right? My mom told me to wait for you.

- Yes, that’s right… You can call me Mike, though - he scratched the back of his neck with his left hand, licking his lips.

That really got your attention. You examined his face for a second. His perfect jet black hair, his fair skin, plump red lips, delicate little freckles… Ugh. He’s so beautiful. Your lips cracked open as you wanted to say something, but nothing came out of your mouth. It was nearly a trance.

- So uh, should I get started on the lawn? - he grinned, shyly.

- Oh, yes - you said, as your eyes shot wide open, breaking that trance. - Sure. Come, I’ll show you where everything is.

You showed him around the garden and the garage: where the lawn mower was, how it worked and the area he needed to mow: your front yard first, and then the backyard, just around the pool. You tried to keep your cool and be normal about it, hoping he hadn’t noticed your staring when he arrived.

But he did. Mike Wheeler had been 18 for a few months right now, and he couldn’t believe such a pretty girl would check him out like that. He also tried to keep his cool, of course. He needed those summer jobs to afford a new guitar, and wouldn’t risk doing anything to displease you.

After the front yard was done, Mike circled around the house and got to the backyard - just to see you sunbathing near the pool.

Fuck, she’s perfect, he thought, as you got up and turned around, giving him a good look of your figure. What he wasn’t expecting, though, is that you jumped in the water a few seconds later.

As you emerged from the water, your hair darker and your eyes slightly squinted because of the sun, he couldn’t help but also notice all the little water droplets that were dripping from your face to your chest.

He was definitely checking you out. Ugh, thank God, you thought. Finally a cute boy I can obsess over. Because of course, you wouldn’t obsess over anyone who wasn’t obsessed with you too. As the work was all done, he put the lawn mower back on its place and walked over to you.

- Thank you so much, darling - you said, batting your eyelashes at him, your legs dangling from the edge of the pool. - There’s a red envelope on the fridge with your payment. I guess you could grab it later…

- Later? - he said, confused.

- Yes, after a little swim with me… in here - you said, smiling as if you had just offered him a drink of water.

Mike chuckled. He was definitely taking a sip.

- I mean… c-can I? - he asked, just in case.

- Of course, i got plenty of towels you could dry off with later… my mom won’t mind, she’s not coming back home until, at least, 7 p.m… What do you say?

Mike smiled at you as he yanked his shirt from the back of his neck. Just that single movement already made your insides twitch. Oh, that boy was in for a treat.

As he took off his pants and sneakers, you simply watched, no longer worrying about getting caught staring at him. He sat down next to you on the edge of the pool, his cheeks a bit red. Maybe from the sun, maybe from shyness.

You leaned in to kiss him, there was no point in waiting. He kissed you back softly, his hands grabbing your waist gently, as if he was afraid to scare you off. You were so pretty, he couldn’t believe it. Your right hand reached for his face, caressing it lightly, as you held his arm with your left hand and slowly guided him to actually enter the pool, so you would both stand up in it. Now your bodies were touching, and you hoped he couldn’t feel your heart beating out of your chest as you grabbed a fistful of his perfect hair and scratched his back with your nails, now fully making out with him.

He reached for your thighs and brought you up to his waist, intensifying your lust. You wrapped your legs around him, holding yourself in place, as his hands slowly left your butt after a few good grips. You had never been so grateful for that pool.

Mike Wheeler had the biggest boner of his life. His underwear was white and now completely wet, plus he had a hard-on - great. What if you were offended by it? Was that uncalled for? Those questions left his brain the second your soft hand reached down under the water.

Damn, that boy was packing some heat down there. He jumped out of his skin with your touch, at first, but melted into it a second later.

- I know you’re kissing me in the pool just to get me twice as wet - you said, chuckling, as your foreheads were touching. - But maybe we should continue this on dry land.

- Sure, whatever you want, princess - he said, enchanted by you.

- Whatever I want, huh? - you put your arms around his neck, tilting your head to the side. - That’s good to hear. I might take advantage of this later, though.

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