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regulusblackslut · 7 months
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i have 2 (maybeee 3) things coming out this week 👀👀 thanks for being patient! school is.. school 😐
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sinningforrory · 1 year
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stupid // stan uris smut
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a/n: hey everyone! it's been so long since i've posted and a lot of people have been sending me requests but since my first and only fic i've uploaded on here has gained 1,000 notes i thought i'd gift you guys this fic as a thank you. i'm gonna try and upload a lot more now because i appreciate so much the love my writing gets fr thank you guys so much. hope you enjoy and as always, reblogging really helps me out so if u enjoy, pls don't hesitate!
WARNINGS: dom!stan, submissive!bratty!reader, slight choking, mention of drugs (if you squint) SMUT, majorly NSFW minors please dni, thank you!
WORD COUNT: OVER 6K
SUMMARY: Your parents best friends' son. The picture perfect grade A student of the perfect suburban family. And a cocky douchebag. You hated him. But, since you both got into the same college, Stan has been making it clear that he definitely does not hate you...
Stanley. Even his name irked you. I mean, who in their right mind births a beautiful baby boy and names him Stanley. What a stupid name. It fits him though, that’s for sure. Stupid Stan with his stupid family and his stupid friends and his stupid studying. He was just so stupid that you wanted to bash his brains in any time he so much as breathed around your presence. 
Of course, he hadn’t necessarily done anything to warrant your intense hatred towards him. He just irritated you. You were Jewish too so you’d always see each other at the Synagogue and your parents were enamoured by Stan’s stupidness. They saw it as ‘perfection’ instead though. They were always bothering you about how you should ‘aim to be more like Stan’ or ‘Stan’s parents told me he got an A in this class. So why are you getting a D?’ He drove you insane. You weren’t Stan, you weren’t stupid like Stan so why couldn’t your parents just love you for you instead of comparing you to that stupid, stupid boy.
Due to your parents being very good friends with Stan’s family, you saw each other a lot more than you’d like. And every time you were there you took every opportunity to be nasty to Stan just to wear off some steam. But that made it even worse. It wouldn’t matter if he was a dick to you too. But no. He’s NICE to you. And you know he’s doing it on purpose to get on your nerves because every time he compliments your hair and sees you glaring knives into his eyes, he does a subtle smirk to himself as if he’s fucking won this silly little game you play. He knows he’s driving you insane and he’s proud of himself for it. What a fucking douche.  
It had always been this way. Stan irritates you, you’re a bitch to Stan, Stan eats it up, Stan irritates you, blah, blah, blah. It was an endless cycle of hate. 
However, something had flipped in Stan the summer before you both left for college. Luckily enough, you’d both managed to get into the exact same ivy league as each other so you would be stuck with Stan for the next four years. When you found out you immediately wanted to bash your head into a wall repeatedly until you woke up from this absolute nightmare that was Stanley Uris. 
The news that you had both gotten into an ivy league warranted a celebratory party for the both of you. The idea from your lovely mother, of course, and at said party, Stan was acting a lot stranger than normal. So strange to the point where you were currently hiding in the bathroom with your back against the door breathing heavily as if he was chasing after you and about to knock the door down with an axe.  
It started in the garden. You wore a white summer dress with tiny yellow flowers scattered among it. Stan was looking very punchable in cream khakis and a navy polo. Unbuttoned, of course, because he could never look TOO tidy. You stood by the refreshments, sipping a virgin pina colada when Stan strutted his way over with a teasing grin on his face, ready to ruin your relaxed mood. 
‘So, I guess we’re going to college together. It seems you really can’t escape me, can you, y/n?’ He leaned against the table next to you, taking a sip from his beer. You glared up at him, already infuriated by the fact that he was leaning down with you stood up straight next to him and he was still taller than you. 
‘Oh please, Stanley, don’t pretend to be so happy about this when we both know you are just as excited about this as me.’ 
He gasped in mock surprise before laughing softly at the frown on your face, ‘Oh, come on, princess, you know you love me. I guarantee that you would miss this adorable face as soon as you knew you couldn’t see me anymore.’ 
He smiled at you gently before moving his sunglasses up to rest on his curls and taking a sip of beer. 
You moved to stand in front of him, making a move to leave the refreshments and flee to your room (or anywhere away from Stan). ‘Bite me, Uris.’ 
‘If you insist, princess.’ He smirked at you and folded his arms over his chest, his muscles straining under his polo. 
Your eyes widened slightly, shock evident on your face at his words. He had always been overly saccharine with you but he had never flirted with you so boldly. Shaking yourself out of your daze, you scoffed before walking off with your pina colada into your kitchen for some snacks. 
5 minutes later, you were still stood in front of your fridge, supposedly searching for food but instead, you found yourself staring off into space. You could not scratch that smug image of Stan out of your brain, his words engraving themselves into your memory, messing with your mind. 
Worst of all, you found yourself repeatedly wondering why you liked what he had said to you. Pulling yourself together, you closed the fridge door but immediately jumped as you saw Stan standing right where the fridge door had been resting. 
‘You look a little lost, princess, is everything okay?’ He was stood so close to you that your chests were half an inch away from touching. You gazed into his eyes for half a second before realising what you were doing and coughed before putting some distance between the two of you. 
‘Uh-uhm, I’m fine thank you, Stanley. Just couldn’t find what I was craving.’ 
He nodded his head understandingly before taking a step forward so you were nearly chest to chest once again. ‘What exactly are you craving, y/n?’ 
He hadn’t meant to sound so enticing, or maybe he had, but the way he said that with his gravelly voice and his tiny smirk made your thighs involuntarily clench together. 
‘E-erm, just some guacamole dip. My mom always hides it from me though because she knows I’ll eat it all before the other guests can have any.’ You fiddled with the hem of your dress, avoiding eye contact with the boy in front of you. What had gotten into you, why was he making your confidence dissipate so easily and why were you suddenly acting like a nervous school-girl?
Stan’s eyebrows furrowed before an evil look took over his features. He was planning something, you could tell. And you didn’t like it. 
‘Oh, you mean.. this guacamole? The one on top of the fridge? That I can reach? But you can’t?’ 
Your eyes trailed along his veiny, muscular forearm before they met his slender, mocking hand where you found it gesturing towards... of course: the dip. 
Frustration filled you head to toe as you realised that Stan, once again, had the upper hand. Your jaw ticked as your eyes finally met Stan’s cocky, patronising eyes and you had to resist the urge to make those smug, brown orbs black and blue. 
‘It seems that you have something you need to ask me, darling. Because, let’s face it, we’re not gonna have a stare-off all day in front of this fridge. So, let’s hear it: “Oh, please, Stanley. I need you to get me that dip off the top of the fridge because I was born with incompetent height and I can’t do it without you, Stanley.”’ 
You crossed your arms over your chest as you listened, painfully, to Stan mock you with such arrogance you found it hard to resist whacking him with a frying pan. However, to Stan’s surprise, before he had the chance to continue making fun of you, there was no one standing in front of him anymore. 
Where had you gone? he thought. That’s unlike you, to admit defeat so easily. Where was your usual snarky bite back, attacking him on his ‘unusually long legs’? 
But before he could get too worried, there you were. Returning into the kitchen to fight back to Stan.... with a chair. 
Wordless and emotionless, you put the chair down in front of the fridge, stood on its seat and grabbed the dip, finally retreating from the kitchen, not before throwing Stan a victorious wink before you disappeared around the corner. 
Truth be told, you had no idea how to respond to Stan’s unusual behaviour so instead of arguing back like you would normally do, your mind blanked of insults completely and you did the next best thing that you could think of: beat him at his own game. 
It was obvious that something about Stan had changed since the last time you had spoken and Stan seemed to think he was one step ahead of you. What stupid Stan didn’t know was that you were nowhere near as Stupid as him and knew that the only way to irritate him like you used to was to give him a taste of his own medicine. 
Sure, you weren’t exactly completely against the idea of flirting with Stan for fun. He was obviously a good-looking guy; you knew because he would never let you forget it. And you would never pass up the opportunity to get a hot guy flustered. 
This was how Stan wanted to play? Fine. He’d better prepare to lose. 
It had been two weeks since this little game you and Stan were playing had begun and you couldn’t hold out much longer. The tension between the two of you had sky-rocketed and even the slightest twitch of a smirk in the corner of Stan’s mouth had your panties pooling with desire. 
You had an inkling that Stan was in the same boat as you were as your lingering caresses on his arm or leg when laughing with him and his family seemed to make him blush much easier than before. 
The point of why you were doing all of this was still vaguely swimming around in the back of your mind: do not be the first to give into your temptations. Don’t sleep with Stan. 
However, with Stan so perfectly positioned behind you so your butt met his bulge as he leaned over your petite frame to reach for a glass, you had to take deep breaths to remind yourself once again: don’t sleep with Stan. 
You gulped and took a deep breath of relief once he removed himself from his position behind you to lean on the counter next to you. His gaze burned into the side of your face and you met his eyes briefly just to find him with a cocky smirk plastered on him. 
Your blood boiled (with rage or desire, you didn’t know) but you looked away without giving even the slightest of a reaction. You could never let him know how much his actions affected you. 
It was that dreaded time of the week when you go over to the Uris family’s house for dinner and after eating a delicious meal cooked by Mrs Uris you did the routine of standing in the kitchen and drinking an iced tea with Stan whilst the adults got drunk in the living room. 
Usually, you and Stan would bicker pointlessly during this time of the evening, but tonight it was completely silent between the two of you with only lingering gazes and glares thrown from one to the other. The tension could be cut with a butter knife. 
However, your torment was put on pause as, suddenly, Mrs Uris appeared at the kitchen door. ‘Hello sweeties,’ she hiccoughed slightly, clearly tipsy. ‘I know that the kitchen is very beautiful but you are welcome to go up to Stan’s room if you want. Stan certainly won’t mind a beautiful girl like you to be up in his room, y/n.’ She winked as you blushed and Stan coughed out an embarrassed ‘Mom!’. 
She then made her departure, giggling to herself softly as she went. Stan then coughed to get your attention and gestured with a jerk of his head to the direction of his room, indirectly asking if you wanted to take up his mother on her offer. You shrugged before making your way up the stairs to Stan’s room. 
Stan’s room. What a place to behold. You hadn’t been up there since you were about 12 and had to work with Stan on a class project. It had changed a lot since then. Posters of bands that Stan listened to were plastered all over the walls and clothes were scattered all over the floor, and let’s not forget to mention the faint aroma of marijuana. 
Stan manoeuvred you out of the doorway, his fingers gracing your waist ever so slightly with his bulge pressed against your lower back as he shimmied past you. 
He jumped on his bed, his arms and legs in a starfish position on either side of him, and closed his eyes with a big sigh. 
You carefully sat yourself down next to him on the bed, feeling too hesitant to lie yourself down next to him. He leaned up against the bed frame with his hands behind his head as he studied your appearance precariously as ever. 
‘Why do you hate me?’.
The question took you by surprise. It was so out of the blue and even more so out of character for Stan to be so straight-forward. You blinked delicately before shrugging your shoulders at him. 
‘Do you want the honest answer or the answer that you want to hear from me?’ You pressed, speaking so quiet that it was almost a whisper. 
He glanced swiftly over you for a second before responding, ‘Honest.’ 
It wasn’t like you weren’t expecting Stan to want that answer but the fact that you had to admit it to yourself now, let alone to Stan, was enough to make you faint from nerves. 
You looked away from Stan and fiddled with your fingers as you spoke in hushed tones. ‘I envy you. You have better grades, better looks, better charisma, better music taste, better style... a better life. You are better than me in every way. And I despise you for it.’ 
A masked look of shock ghosted over Stan’s face before it was replaced once again with a stony expression. He sat up straight so that your knees were touching and he placed a hand on the centre of your thigh. 
You looked up at him and connected with his gorgeous hazel eyes. He ran his tongue quickly over his lips before his eyes locked onto yours. ‘Now, we both know that’s not true.’
It was as if your body was moving with a mind of its own. Slowly, you were leaning in towards Stan as if you were magnetised to him and to be too far would hurt you in unimaginable ways. ‘How do you mean?’ You breathily responded, your heart pulsing rapidly.
He was so close to you now that you felt his breath against your lips. ‘Because I envy you ten times more.’ And with that closing sentence you felt his lips crash immediately into yours. 
All the tension from the last few days swarmed around you both like a storm of arousal and need. His kiss was passionate and rough as he pressed his lips into yours with so much want but his hand on your leg was gentle and sweet as he caressed your inner thigh gently with his thumb. 
The constant nagging of your brain screaming at you ‘Don’t sleep with Stan’ was shoved into the back of your mind falling to deaf ears as Stan moved his hand ever so slightly higher up your leg, falling to play with the hem of your dress as he detached his lips from yours to suck on your collarbone with the obvious attempt of planting a hickey. 
Stan skillfully moved you both up to the headboard so that he could deepen the passion of your kiss and you quickly maneuvered yourself so that you were now straddling his lap. 
His growing erection pressed into your centre as he trailed his smooth hands down to the flesh of your hips, his lips dragging down your jaw to find solace in the crook of your neck.
You felt like you were on fire, Stan’s touch was magnetic and no matter how you’d been trying to resist him, it was impossible. You were addicted to how he made you feel. 
Neediness began to bubble through your tummy and you could tell Stan was feeling the same way as his hands were digging into your hips harder than before. Then, his hands began to carefully drag your hips across his hardness, slowly at first. 
You could feel every bump of his length through his thin sweatpants and your hands moved down his toned body to fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt. 
His hands began to move faster, dragging your thin panties over his hard, clothed dick. He detatched his lips from your neck when you began to let out tiny, little moans of pleasure, thankful for the little bits of stimulation Stan was feeding you. 
His eyes trailed down your body, admiring every single bump and curve: the strap of your dress falling off your shoulder, your soaking panties rubbing against him as his hands moulded perfectly with the fat of your hips. They then fell on your face, growing darker at the sight of your furrowed eyebrows, messy hair and plump, red lips from you biting down too hard on them. 
Likewise, you were admiring Stan, his sharp jawline clenching and unclenching every time you dragged yourself over his most sensitive spots, his hair uncharacteristically messy from your hands tugging on his curls. He noticed your movements speeding up and he flashed you a dangerous grin; a grin that would make even the biggest prude on the planet drop her panties to her knees. 
Acknowledging your shaky hands still fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt, he slowed the movement of your hips with his strong hands and dragged you painfully slow now, refusing to let you continue with the rapid pace you’d set before. 
“You want this off, baby?” referring to his t-shirt. You nodded shyly, hands still fiddling with the hem. 
“Want me to take it off for you? Are you too dumb to do it yourself?” He stared up at you with a patronising look on his face. You groaned annoyedly, but deep down your cunt throbbed with anticipation.
“Just take it off Stan, don’t be a dick.” You glared down at him but your glare immediately switched to a look of shock as Stan’s hands had stopped your hips moving completely now, denying you any release that you were desperately craving. 
Narrowing his eyes playfully, he tutted at your lack of control. “Now, that’s no way to ask for what we want is it, sweetheart?” The corner of his lips tugged up satisfactorily as he took in your menacing glare, but also your glossed over eyes indicating your desperation for his cock. 
‘Oh, how cute,’ Stan thought pityingly. ‘The poor, little slut’s already gone dumb and I haven’t even fucked her yet.’
You breathed through your nostrils fiercely before succumbing to the begging of your aching clit and gave Stan your best doe eyes before tugging pathetically at the hem of Stan’s crumpled shirt. ‘Please take it off Stan, I’ll do anything, please..’ You pressed down on his length for extra measure just to make sure he would give you what you needed. 
A low hum of appreciation mixed with a strangled groan of pleasure escaped Stan’s throat and he mulled it over for a few seconds with that irritating smirk plastered on his face before nodding, clearly satisfied with your begging before he lifted his slender fingers to his collar and removed his shirt - finally. 
You took a moment to appreciate the art that was Stanley Uris' abs and sighed contentedly. It seemed your hands had a mind of their own as you wasted no time in rubbing your hands up and down his beautiful torso, gliding over the valleys and hills of his defined muscles.
"Enjoying yourself there, princess?" Stan chimed, clearly cocky that you'd spent about 30 seconds just groping him absentmindedly.
Tearing your eyes away, you glanced up at Stanley's face, adorned with a shit-eating smirk, one of his hands resting behind his head, the other still gripping the fat of your hip, rubbing gentle circles into your flesh.
Slightly embarrassed but, nevertheless, growing quite needy now, you rolled your eyes.
Eyes narrowing at the evil spawn, you thought 'The ego of this man is absolutely atrocious. How dare he try and make fun of me for admiring his physique when if I decided to strip naked right now, his reaction would probably beat mine.'
And then it clicked.
Focusing back on Stanley's disgustingly smug face, you did something you'd never done for Stanley Uris in your entire life.
You gave him a real genuine smile.
The apples of your cheeks beamed down at him and your eyes sparkled lovingly at the boy who was now slightly confused and, albeit, a little bit scared.
Slowly, you leaned down over Stan so your breath tickled his nose and your lips brushed gently against his, just in time to see his cheeks tinge red and his eyes flutter closed, like a naïve teenage girl who was experiencing her first kiss.
Aw, how cute.
Finally, you pressed your lips to Stanley's, so softly Stan thought he might've been kissing a cloud, and just left them there, in a gentle peck, before sitting up again to admire the look of bliss on Stan's face.
His eyes were fluttering open again and his breathing was shallow but fast.
This was the real face of Stan; he had finally taken off his mask for you.
He was so pretty, obviously you knew that already, but you couldn't get lost in his beauty again or your plan wouldn't work.
Then, when he dazedly smiled up at you and made to pull your head down so he could kiss you again, you teasingly began to lift up the hem of your dress until it had been lifted over your head and discarded somewhere on Stan's bedroom floor.
There you sat, on Stanley's clothed, throbbing cock, in just your white silk panties, the little bow just oh so enticing, and your bare, perky breasts on display for Stanley's greedy eyes.
His lips parted ever so slightly as he not-so-discreetly took in a sharp intake of breath. His eyes roamed hungrily over your exposed chest, and you knew you had him when his needy little hands reached up to thumb your erect nipples.
Arrogantly, you smirked down at him, your sweet, loving smile erased. However, Stan failed to notice, too enamoured by your naked body, like a toddler in a candy store.
"Aw, you're like a needy, little puppy, aren't you Stanny?" Your heart beat fast as you finally dropped the sentence you'd been waiting to release since Stan's cocky demeanour had surfaced.
Stan froze as he realised what you had done and his jaw clenched automatically, clearly embarrassed that he had let you entice him just how he had you not even a few minutes ago.
Narrowed eyes were glaring into yours and your confident façade faltered slightly as you realised how deep in shit you were now.
He was gonna ruin you.
However, Stan didn't flip you over dominantly so he was on top of you, or rip your panties off in anger like you had expected him to.
Gradually, he eased himself up his headboard so his back was resting comfortably against it and so the two of you were eye-level, 'innocent' doe-eyes levelled with furious, narrowed eyes.
His hands gently gripped you hips and moved you a little further up his chest, so he could remove his sweatpants, so slow and so patient you were so confused.
He looked deadly, that's for sure. But you'd expected him to be rough with you, teach you a lesson for being so naughty. All in all, other than being clearly vexed, he was treating you like you were a china doll.
As soon as his sweatpants and boxers were discarded, he moved you back to your old spot on his lap and carefully caressed your hips, his thumbs hooking under the straps of your thong and pulling at the sides, fiddling with them gently while intently drilling into your eyes with his own.
"You wanna be in control, huh, sweetheart?" He muttered so quiet you could barely hear but so full of malice your heart immediately sped up.
You had no idea what to say. No, you didn't wanna be in control. You wanted Stan to bend and contort you into any position he wanted, you wanted him to fuck your cunt until you couldn't even form a coherent word, you wanted him to paint the canvas of your body purple, pink and black, in the form of hickeys, bruises and mascara stains.
And you knew he knew that.
You knew by the look on his face, the restraint in his jaw, the rage in his eyes that he definitely did not want that either.
So why was he doing this?
Just as your brows started to furrow in confusion, Stan's thumb had started to rub harsh but deliberate circles over your clothed clit and you let out a gasp.
He tilted his head to the side slightly, furrowing his brows in faux confusion. "Is that... not what you want, baby? You see, I'm just a needy little puppy, right?" He spat at you, evidently fuming but clearly enjoying seeing you in such a state.
You shook your head and dropped your it onto Stan's shoulder, moaning softly as he used one hand to hook your panties to the side while the other found your soaking wet hole and gently inserted two very long fingers.
But, immediately he removed them.
Your head shot up in irritation but you relaxed and hummed contentedly as you realised that Stan was finally lining himself up with your entrance.
You lifted yourself up slightly to make room for his 'oh my god that's scarily big why am i only just noticing this' cock, fluttered your eyelashes closed, and waited for the stretch of him pushing up into you... but it never came.
The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Stan's eyes, still level with yours, looking bored and his hands, once again, behind his head, biceps flexed and causing a big distraction for you.
He looked at you pointedly, but, realising you still didn't get it, rolled his eyes and motioned for you to sit on his cock.
At this point, you would've jumped off a cliff if Stan asked you to if it meant he would grant you some form of release, so you carefully began to lower yourself down onto his tree-trunk of a dick, the stretch of it stinging slightly but the depth of it stimulating you in all the right ways.
You let out a guttural moan as you sat on the base, his cock bottomed out inside of you. You gripped Stan's toned shoulders with force and wiggled about slightly, trying to adjust to this new, amazing feeling and, as you wiggled, you noticed a slight tremor in his mask as his jaw clenched and his eyebrows briefly furrowed in pleasure.
But, as quickly as it faltered, it reappeared and Stan's stoic, unimpressed gaze fell on you once again.
"Well?" He rasped, as if what he wanted was the most obvious thing in the world. "You're in control, right, babe? I'm not moving a muscle."
You knew immediately that he was not kidding, so you bottled up the impatience you had for this stupid, stubborn man and put your game face on.
You could get off without help from Stan, of course you could. You didn't need his touch when you could do a perfectly good job with your hips and your hands.
'Fine.' You thought, glaring at Stan with pure hatred in your eyes. 'Suit yourself.'
So you began to move up and down on Stanley's cock, feeling every vein and twitch as you dragged your walls all over his length, coating it in your slick.
You gripped Stan's flexed biceps, his arms unmoving from behind his head as his eyes flickered between watching your face slowly morph into a dreamy, fucked-out expression, soft, pretty moans escaping from your parted lips every time the tip of his cock would prod at your g-spot, and watching your glistening, stretched out cunt swallow up his length, each time producing more and more slick so every time you slammed back down on his base, you could hear a squelching noise.
The only sign Stan was giving away of him holding any emotion was the twitch of his jaw and brow growing more frequent as the speed of your bounces grew quicker and harsher.
Soon, your bounces grew erratic as you craved your release, the only noises in his room being your desperate whimpers of pleasure, the sound of your wetness, and skin slapping on skin, along with the occasional grunt of approval from Stan.
However, you started to grow tired and out of breath as it had been nearly 5 minutes of you bouncing up and down on Stan's length, with no help from him and your determination to beat Stan at his own game was overwhelmed by your desperation to cum, and you knew you had to admit defeat because you were never gonna cum if you carried on like this.
Reluctantly, you sank down onto Stan and stilled with him deep inside you as you breathed heavily and whimpered with the desperation to cum deep in your tummy, your clit throbbing, begging for release.
Stan's furrowed face quickly changed to that of faux sympathy as he moved his hands to rest on your waist, rubbing gentle circles into the skin. "Oh baby, are you tired? Do you need my help?" He asked, patronising you just a little bit further by stretching out 'need' just to annoy you.
You had no time to be annoyed, however, because you could feel your release creeping just that little bit further away from the loss of stimulation, so you nodded your head frantically, practically begging Stanley to help you with your pathetic little doe eyes, glossy and desperate.
"Please, Stanny, please I need it, I need you, just please make me cum." You whined, your lips ghosting his ear, and gently kissing his cheek just for good measure.
That was all Stan needed to hear as he grabbed your neck, squeezing gently as he brought your face back to his and kissed you harshly, bruising your lips with his teeth as he dragged your lip with him, pulling away, and then releasing it.
"See, that wasn't so hard was it!" He smiled gently at you, pecking your plump, red lips and squeezing your neck in approval, before he moved his hands back to your waist, his grip turning nasty and he lifted you up right to his tip, then plunging his hips upwards into yours.
You choked on your moan from the sheer force of his thrust but soon gained your voice back as he continued his rough, rapid thrusting up into your eager pussy, practically dripping, begging for a long overdue orgasm.
You collapsed your tired aching body on top of Stan, your head buried in his neck, muffling your high-pitched moans from the ears of your drunk parents downstairs.
Stan moved his hands down to your ass and gripped the flesh harshly and his thrusts were slamming repeatedly into a spot that made you clench fiercely down on him and shriek with overwhelming pleasure.
Stan groaned into your ear as you continually clenched around him, whispering filthy praises into your ear making your legs tremble and your stomach flip as your impending orgasm was getting closer and closer.
"Can you hear yourself, princess? Can you hear the noises your pretty pussy is making?" The squelching of your wetness was embarrassing to say the least and you could feel Stan smirking without even having to look at him.
As he kept hitting that same spot, you could feel yourself so close to the edge as your legs trembled and your moans grew louder and higher.
"I'm gonna- I'm gonna come, Stanny." You managed to babble out through your whimpers as you felt that overwhelming rush of pleasure build up deep inside you.
Stan lifted your head up and grabbed it with both of his hands whilst still thrusting repeatedly in and out of your sopping cunt, forcing you to look into his eyes.
He had a look of pure concentration adorning his face, brows furrowed, jaw clenched and hair messy, letting out little breathy moans of his own every now and then.
"That's it princess, I wanna see that pretty face when you come all over my cock." And the coil snapped.
You let out a scream of pleasure as your entire body jolted, your orgasm washing over you, your toes clenching and your pussy spasming around Stan's length.
You collapsed onto Stan once again, letting out tiny moans, clearly exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm Stanley had given you, and the spasming of your cunt had clearly not been lost on him as his relentless thrusting had begun to grow sloppy.
Stan was moaning quite loudly in your ear now, a death-grip on your ass cheeks as he fucked up into you, chasing his own high.
You knew he needed a little push so you sat up slightly so you could whisper in his ear breathy and raspy like someone who was recovering from one of the best orgasms they'd ever had in their life, "I want you to come inside me."
The words that make every man orgasm on the spot did not lose their effect on Stan as he let out a loud groan of ecstasy and his thrusts slowed until they came to a stop, clearly having done what you asked.
He dropped his forehead to yours and grabbed your hands, fiddling with them as you both caught your breath.
Holy shit.
You didn't know what to do as you both just lay there gathering your thoughts, attempting to comprehend what just happened.
However, you knew you couldn't stay in this post-orgasmic bubble forever so you gently lifted yourself off of Stan's softening dick and got up to look for your dress.
You were halted, however by a hand closing around your wrist.
Turning around, Stan was lazily grinning up at you with a look of victory on his face as he was dragging you to lie back down on the bed with him and you couldn't help but smile back at him, full of a mysterious feeling for the boy who was just so beautiful.
How could you say no?
Climbing back into bed with him, you both turned to face each other, him still grinning at you, and you studying each and every freckle and blemish on his skin, realising that you loved each and every one of them.
You loved them.
Oh my god.
You loved Stan.
Suddenly, you burst out laughing and Stan jumped slightly before a grin erupted back onto his face as he asked what was so funny.
You managed to get through your laughter, barely, the words that you never thought you'd say in your life. "I- I'm in love - with - with you." Before you immediately started giggling again uncontrollably.
Stan joined in on your laughter, his shoulders moving up and down from the force of his laughs as he breathed out "I'm in love with you too."
You both laid there giggling uncontrollably like a pair of middle schoolers, laughing at your own stupidity.
Once the laughter died down you smiled up at Stan and nuzzled yourself into his chest, planting a few soft kisses there as he pulled you in closer and buried his nose into your hair.
You were drawing shapes on his arms, daydreaming in the comfortable silence when you heard Stan mutter into your hair something inaudible.
You sat up gently looking at him quizzically for a second until you noticed the look of pure adoration on his face that was directed to you before he said gravelly and clearly exhausted, "I hate you so much." before he buries his face into your neck and peppered you with kisses.
You giggled and whispered, "I love you too, stupid."
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bunnyhoney111 · 6 months
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i need someone else in the IT fandom to tell me exactly where these glorious, sexy, intimate, delectable, delicious and absolutely world changing smuts ive been rereading since summer have gone??? i just rewatched it and literally fell back in love with each and every character and the smuts are gone the moment i want to read them again, like they were amazing guys. there were poly!reddie x reader fics, poly!losers INCLUDING MIKE AND BEN fics and do you even know how hard it is to find mike and ben fics on here? HARD. there were god damned emo!eddie fics and they were so good so so so good. I DONT ONOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF, i have been scouring this app for an hour and cannot find them, i scrolled through every liked fic i have- NOTHING.
someone who knows what im talking about PLEASE help me before i lose my mind. kk love yins <3333333
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crycherry · 2 years
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Needy | Stanley Uris
a/n: My language is not English so let me know if something doesn't make sense please
contains: smut, degradation, unprotected sex, rough sex, some praise, fingering, some dirty talkin.
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Stan was needy.
You had not had sex for weeks, both of you were too stressed out by the final evaluations to finally think about it.
However, Stan was caught off guard by the big bulge in his pants, every time he saw you in those cute little skirts that you knew how much he liked them.
A wave of arrogance washed over you every time Stan walked into your room and came out minutes later with flushed cheeks and a small bulge in the front of his pants.
Still, he never told you, he was too arrogant to admit how much needed he was for you, and he never wanted to show you when you were busy studying.
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Stan had invited you to study over the weekend. They were in his room, perfectly tidy and clean, while you were reading the textbook, and Stan was playing with his pencil, bored after a few hours.
You noticed his strange attitude, it was always him who insisted on reviewing subjects, besides being more concentrated of the two, today it was not like that. He vacillated more than usual, his shoulders were tense, and he bit his lip nervously with a blank look.
Not to mention how sticky he was, looking for your touch all the time, you scolded him at least three times for his caresses he left on your thigh when you read, or he insisting that the bed was a much better place to study because it could be closer to you, since according to him, the desk forbade it.
Their parents announced that they would go out for dinner for a moment, warning them not to do anything but study, assuring them that they would not delay.
By the time you hear the door below closing, Stan plants a soft kiss on your lips that you didn't know when he became so passionate, and Stan is already above you, kissing you, with his hips frantically moving over yours, even with his pants and his brown mini skirt.
Stan was panting and letting out little moans from the little friction he was getting.
You caressed the hair on his neck, and separated your lips from him, Stan growled looking for your lips but you denied.
“Stan, calm down. Be soft,” you purred, once his hip movements slowed.
Stan shook his head, more to himself, and you left little kisses on his face.
He hid his embarrassed face in your neck and you hugged him. "I want to cum so bad," he sobbed.
You had wanted to play with him for a moment, but you would be lying if you said that you are not as desperate as he is.
You ran your hand down his stomach to his crotch and gently caressed his large bulge, Stan breathing heavily into your ear as he caressed your thighs.
Your brain alerted you again that they didn't have much time and that Stan was quite loud when he was in this state.
You quickly unbuttoned Stan's pants and pulled them down to his thigh so his hard cock was exposed.
Stan pulled away to see your face and pressed his lips to yours. He quickly pulled your skirt up to your stomach, and hooked his fingers through your panties down your legs and tugged at them somewhere.
Stan moaned at the sight of your wet cunt, a smirk forming on his lips for a moment. "So pretty, baby," he moaned kissing you. His fingers lowered into your heat, to stimulate your clit.
You moaned at his touch, losing yourself in the taste of his lips.
He ran his fingers from your clit to your entrance to collect all your wetness and gently push the tip of his finger into you, you whimpered at this, wanting more.
He repeated the act again, until he penetrated your entry with two of his digits.
“S-stan!” You moaned at his movements.
"So tight, so wet for me, isn't it?" he murmured as his fingers penetrated deep into you, the heel of his hand brushing roughly against your clit.
A cry escaped your lips as Stan hooked his fingers still inside you, grazing the perfect spot.
You took the base of his cock in your hand, thrusting up and down, squeezing the red tip, stealing a moan from Stan.
You made circular movements on the tip and stan's legs trembled, and his movements faltered.
You both moaned into each other's mouths, you squeezed the head of his cock once more, and Stan moaned loudly before pulling his hand away from you and walking away.
“God, I need to be inside of you. Come here, darling.” He patted his lap, sitting on his knees on the bed.
You immediately climbed on top of him, facing each other, and kissed him.
In the middle of the kiss, Stan took his cock closer to gently stimulate your clit.
"Stan, p-please."
"Will you be a good girl, and let me fuck you?" He asked, a mischievous smile on his lips, speeding up his movements and being more abrupt.
“Y-yes, yes, yes, Stan” you replied. "I promise, I promise, please," you begged.
Without warning, Stan thrusts his hips in, filling you and stretching your walls.
You tense at first and hid your face in his neck to muffle your moans.
They both needed a moment to adjust to the sensation.
Stan pulled back slowly, and placed a kiss on your lips, before pushing back against your warmth. "so tight"
He begins to roll his hips sharply, and places his hands on your hips to move with him.
You yell into his shoulder, clutching your hands to his shirt. You jumped onto his lap, listening to the cute moans Stan makes in your ear.
You tilted your face back so you could see his face. Stan's face was slightly wrinkled with pleasure with his eyes closed, and his mouth open moaning.
He embraced your whole body clinging to you. One of his hands moved to your butt to squeeze it and use it to keep moving on it.
Your legs began to ache, and your movements slowed down, you sobbed in pain from your knot in your stomach.
Stan sat you flat on his cock, laughing. “What, honey? Don't you want to cum?"
"Shut up" you were interrupted by one of his kisses.
He grabbed your thighs lifting you up, and set you down gently on the mattress, he wrapped your legs around his hips and he pushed into you even harder.
"Oh, fuck" he groaned.
His movements quickened, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to support yourself.
I lift your shirt to wrap his lips around one of your breasts, while caressing the other.
I pinch your left nipple, while sucking on the other one.
He felt you tighten around him, and he swore he could propose to you right now.
He lifted your legs over his shoulders already pressing deeper into your walls, "You take my cock so well, baby." He thrusts into you until he's fully seated, holding your trembling thighs as he begins to thrust in. "You were made to be wrapped around my cock whenever I need you, weren't you?"
You nodded, panting. Stan laughed at your few words.
Your eyes widened when you felt the tip of his cock touch that very special place. Stan smirked knowing he had found it by the way you tensed and pressed around his cock.
Stan kept insisting on hitting that spot, satisfied with how your legs were shaking.
Stan's gaze dropped to the point where their bodies met and his cock disappeared. He groaned at the image so grotesque, but so perfect for him.
Stan released your legs tired and separated them again, your arms around his neck just like your legs around his ass to encourage him to continue fucking you.
He let out moans, or rather cries of pleasure drowned out by the pillow that hid his face, at the same time that his movements became more clumsy and hasty.
You tugged at the hair on the back of his neck, feeling like the knot in your stomach was nowhere near destruction, when Stan's movements stopped abruptly at the sound of an engine shutting off.
“Stan! What…?" You were interrupted by a muffled moan as Stan's hips pounded even faster and more violently. His hand lowered to your clitoris feeling how you tightened even more on his cock.
Stan closed his eyes praying that it was just some asshole who parked outside his house and not his parents with whom he had to maintain his good boy Jew image.
You hid your face, drowning your moans in Stan's neck, while he silenced his moans in the palm of his hand.
Something about the danger of being found out had turned them on, and something about the look on Stan's face told you that he was about to come, and was just waiting for you to come first.
You cum hard on his cock with a cheeky moan that he silenced by kissing you.
Stan pushes faster feeling his legs shake as he neared his release, you kept kissing him knowing his parents were probably at the door and Stan wouldn't be able to silence his moans on his own.
He stayed inside you for a moment, before he heard his parents footsteps below.
Stan hid his cock in his pants while you straightened your clothes and headed to the bathroom.
Stan took your hand pulling you towards him before taking your face and kissing you. "I love you baby," even with his flushed cheeks and messy hair screaming, "I just had sex with my girl."
"I love you too."
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fixfoxnox · 1 year
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more stanley uris?🙏🙏
Calm Your Nerves - Stanley Uris x Fem! Reader (NSFW)
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Description: Stan's nerves are eating away at him before he and his wife are set to meet up with the other Losers again, luckily his wife knows just how to help him calm his nerves. Part 2 of A Better Bath
Warnings: Smut
Names used: Babylove, no use of Y/N
Word Count: 3.1k
Note: I have one more Stanley Uris request in my ask box, but after I finish that I'll be taking a break from writing for Stan!
“You still aren’t dressed?” She stepped into the small room they’d been given at the townhouse. She’d wanted to make her own reservation for the trip, if only to give herself something that she could control, but Mike told her that he had everything handled, and that was that. She stepped closer to Stan, worry clear on her face.
She’d been hard-pressed to let him out of her sight since they’d gotten the call, since she’d practically broken down the door to his office, her eyes immediately zeroing in on the letters that he was writing. She’d known. She’d probably known he would try it since they were kids, since he’d taken that broken bottle piece and jokingly pretended to cut his own wrists when they made their vow. That memory had come from the depths of her mind. The vow. Derry, Maine. The Losers Club. Georgie. It. 
All of it had come rushing back to her and if it hadn’t been for the trashcan that Stanley kept by the door to his office, she knew she would have ruined their carpets. That didn’t matter though. It didn’t matter because Stan was here, he was here in front of her, sitting on a bed in the Derry townhouse, looking like a miserable puppy who’d been forced to take a bath, his wet hair from his shower still clinging to his forehead.
She stepped closer to him, moving to stand between his legs so that she could properly brush the hair from his face. He leaned into her touch, his arms coming to wrap around her legs as he leaned his head against her stomach. “It isn’t too late for us to leave,” he mumbled to her, his voice hoarse. “We can still go home and pretend this never happened.”
“Stan,” she scolded lightly, “We made a promise.”
“When we were kids!” He stressed, pulling back to look up at her with wild eyes. She could see the fear that was reflected in them and it made her heart constrict in her chest. She hated to see Stan so worried. 
“Hun,” she took his face in her hands, trying to comfort him as best she could, “It’s just dinner with some old friends.”
“But Mike-”
“Could be wrong,” she interrupted. She leaned down, capturing his lips with her own in a sweet kiss. She took one of Stan’s hands in her own as they pressed their lips together slowly, sweetly. His hands were shaking. There was another moment as she pressed closer to him, his hands began rubbing at the back of her thighs, skating over the curve of her ass. She pulled away from the kiss slowly, her hands pressing into his shoulders to push him back toward the bed. “I think,” she slowly climbed onto the bed to straddle him, “that you need to take your mind off of things. Calm your nerves a bit.”
Stan’s hands landed on her hips, tugging her down to grind against him in a slow roll. She gave a gasp at the delicious pressure, her hands coming to rest against his naked chest for support. Stan only tilted his head back with a satisfied sigh. “I certainly won’t say no.” He brought her down to roll against him again. 
She could feel him growing harder against her, his boxers were the only thing separating his growing cock from her jean-clad legs. She ground down against him again, tilting her head back as the move caused the seam of her pants to rub against her deliciously. “We have to be quick,” she warned him.
“I can be quick,” he assured her, his hands already tugging at the button of her pants, “But you have to get these fucking things off.” His words were nothing more than a low growl, ripped from his throat viciously. His cheeks were going pink and with that clouded look in his eyes, she knew that he was focused on one thing and one thing alone: burying himself deep inside of her. 
She was quick to climb off of him, shimmying out of her pants and panties as quickly as she could. Stan was in a similar boat, kicking off his boxers quickly to reveal his hard cock to the world. She licked her lips at the sight of it, feeling heat pooling in her stomach and her hands aching to wrap around his length. 
She watched wide-eyed for a moment as Stan wrapped a hand around his cock, giving himself a few slow jerks as moans pulled from his throat. She wasn’t going to stay still for long and was quick to take the few steps back toward the bed, batting Stanley’s hand away to replace it with her own. 
Stan’s head tilted back against the bed, his lidded eyes watching her face as her hand slowly worked his cock. She let her hand tighten and loosen in a quick rhythm. Tighter at the bottom and softer at the top. Her face flushed slowly as Stan’s moans grew more desperate, his hand coming forward to yank at her shirt, trying to tempt her to just climb on top of him and take him already. Her cunt throbbed at the thought. 
Still, she couldn’t force herself to, not when she could see the little bit of pre-cum at the tip of Stan’s cock, the sight was just too tempting. It was too tempting and she loved to hear the noises that he made. With that thought in mind, she let her hand stroke to the bottom of his cock before she dived down, giving a quick kitten lick to the tip of his dick. Stan’s hips jerked under the quick movement. “Fuck! Babylove,” she interrupted his words by wrapping her mouth around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around him quickly. His voice sounded wrecked as another breathy moan pulled from his lips, “fuck, I thought we had to be- oh god, quick?”
She didn’t answer, only hummed amusedly in response. His responding whine made her throb. She dropped to her knees in front of the man, a bit more comfortable of a position than trying to lean over him. Her mouth continued working him, slowly taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth, laving her tongue over the side of his cock. It wasn’t until she’d taken him almost as deep as she could that she hollowed her cheeks, giving a harsh suck that had his hands flying to her hair and his hips jumping up into the feeling. 
She nearly choked on his length as it abused the back of her throat, but she managed to keep her gag reflex in check, allowing Stan to use his hand in her hair to begin guiding her mouth up and down on his cock, quicker and quicker as his moans grew more desperate. “So good for me,” he moaned out, “so fucking good, letting me fuck your mouth like this.”
She whimpered around his cock, feeling her face flush red again. She could feel herself clenching, aching to have some sort of pressure against herself. Her free hand dropped down, teasing her clit with slow strokes at first before speeding up to match the pace with which Stan was fucking her mouth. As usual, Stan seemed to know exactly how much she was getting off to this. He knew her inside and out, and he could tell from her moans the second she’d started to touch herself.
“Playing with your cunt, aren’t you?” He gave a moaned-out laugh, his hips beginning to jump up into her mouth. She could feel him twitching on her tongue. At his words, she pressed her fingers harder to herself, moving quicker to feel those jolts of pleasure work through her legs and slowly begin to fog her brain. “God, I wanna fuck you so bad, babylove.”
Spit slicked down her chin, the force of his growing thrusts making her gag around his length. He felt too good fucking her throat, she couldn’t even think about the fact that she likely wouldn’t be able to speak properly afterward, but she knew she wanted it. She wanted him to wreck her, she always did. The thought made her moan around his length, her hand on her clit slowly sinking lower to tease around her entrance. She prodded one finger inside of herself, it was far too little of a stretch, but soon she was able to add another and that, combined with the pressure of her palm still stimulating her clit, was enough to have her mind going blank. 
The sounds of moans and obscene sucking noises were the only thing in the room. They were being loud, as per usual, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. The walls in the building were thin, and she knew if anyone else was there they would be able to hear exactly what they were doing. The thought only made her lick and suck at Stan more vigorously. Let them know, let all of their friends know just how much they loved each other. 
Above her, Stan’s hips began to jerk more wildly, his hand tightened in her hair, and his moans grew more and more desperate, choked off with every move. She knew he was close, which was why she was so disappointed when his grip in her hair forced her off of his cock, a small bit of drool still connecting her mouth to his soaked cock. “Fuck,” He sat up from the bed, his face red and his eyes wide, “Get up here babylove, Let me finish in you, huh? Fuck you full.” 
The words pulled a startled gasp from her and she gave herself one last good pump of her fingers inside of herself before pulling them out and scrambling to her feet. She moved to straddle Stan, crawling on top of him and feeling his cock rub deliciously over her entrance. Stan was quick to capture her soaked hand, the one she’d buried in her cunt. He brought it to his mouth, locking eyes with her as he let his mouth wrap around the digits, licking them clean. 
He moaned around her fingers, “You taste so good,” he pulled them out of his mouth, placing a kiss on her palm and beginning to trace kisses up her arm so that he could sink his face into her neck as his hands pulled her hips flush to his, both of them gasping at the resulting pleasure. “When this is all over,” he muttered into the skin of her throat, “I want to taste you. We’ll make an afternoon out of it.” 
“Stan,” she muttered lowly, embarrassment and lust in her voice. Just the thought of Stanley with his face buried between her thighs had her cunt clenching around nothing. “Please, baby,” she begged. 
“Please what?” Stan muttered against her ear, amusement clear in his voice. “You have to be a bit clearer, babylove.” 
She whined, feeling his teeth nipping against her neck, leaving little marks as one of his hands trailed up, tracing under her shirt and up to her bra. He groped at her breast through her bra, pulling a gasp from her throat as his thumb rubbed deliciously over her nipple through the material. “Please,” she rolled her hips against his, pulling a breathy laugh from his throat, “Fuck me. Please!”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Stan pulled away from her throat, quickly capturing her lips against his own, a grin on his face. His hand on her breast pulled away, slowly skating down her stomach to teasingly brush against her clit. He used his grip on her hip to pull her down, his hand grasping his cock to line himself up before he was ever so slowly sinking her down onto his length. 
She gave a gasp at the feeling, a long moan pulled from her throat as her head tilted back. He was moving so slowly, so torturously slowly. She tried to roll down, seeking that little bit of friction from him, but his hands on her hips stopped her, forcing her to take him at the pace that he set. “God, Stanley,” she whined out, her legs shaking as her arms came to grip his shoulders, pulling him tighter against her in a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. 
They both gasped when he finally bottomed out. Stan moved away from her lips, burying his face back into her throat to suck marks against her skin. He just held her there for a moment, not moving. Finally, after she started to squirm against him, desperate little whines leaving her throat, he began to move, using his grip on her hips to roll her against him. “Go on, babylove,” he muttered into her ear, giving a quick nip to the skin there, “ride me.” 
He leaned back then, a smug grin on his face as his hands stopped moving her. It was clear to see that he was going to make her do most of the work. The thought had a shiver running down her spine, her heart beating faster in her chest as she clenched around him. He moaned at the feeling. 
She let her hands move to rest against his chest, using the leverage to slowly lift herself up, before dropping back down onto him hard, both of them moaning loudly at the stimulation. She repeated the movement again, building a slow but hard rhythm that had both of them desperate, harsh little moans forced from their throats. With every move of her hips, she could feel Stanley inside of her, brushing pleasantly against her walls and hitting that spot that had her back arching and her nails digging into his chest. Her clit was rubbing deliciously against the hair at the base of his cock, sending little jolts of pleasure up her spine with every move. 
Stan’s hands grasped at her hips harder, tugging her against him harder and harder with every thrust. His hips began canting up into the feeling, little grunts escaping his mouth as his eyes grew hazy and his mouth dropped open. Whispers of her name, of how good she was, of how much he loved her escaped his mouth, causing her to slam herself harder against him. 
Her legs burned with the movement and she knew that she would be sore by the end of this, but she couldn’t make herself care, her head tilted back at the exertion, but pleasure wracked her spine. Her mind was cloudy, the only thought in her head was a constant stream of his name. Just him, him, him over and over and over. “You feel so good,” she moaned, tilting forward to hover over him. 
He groaned at her words, his body tense. She could tell her movements were growing slower by how tense he was. He was trying to let her do it, trying not to just snap and fuck into her. The thought made her warm and she clenched around him again. There was an itch in her as well, they both knew that neither of them was going to be able to reach their end this way. It just wasn’t going to happen. “Stan,” she moaned, dropping down to press kisses against his naked chest. She took his nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it and rolling forward at the desperate gasp he gave. “Fuck me,” she spoke against his skin, “Please, please, fuck just take me, baby.” 
He didn’t need any more permission than that. With a quick grab of her hips, he was flipping their positions, smoothly rolling her over to her back so that he could begin to pound into her at a quickening pace. Each of his thrusts pulled a whining moan from her throat, the bed beneath them creaking dangerously at the pace and force that he was fucking her with. 
She could feel pleasure rising up inside of her, every thrust forcing it higher and higher until she was threatening to spill, her hands scratching across his back and shoulders. He was giving harsh little grunts into her skin, sweat slicking his forehead as he fucked her harshly. His words stayed sweet though, “So good for me, babylove, so fucking good. Taking me so good, so fucking tight.” She could feel his pace beginning to change, his hips moving more erratically as he neared the edge as well. 
“Please,” her head lolled back against the bed, arching up against him, desperate for that stinging pleasure to continue hitting at her. Stanley delivered, pulling her leg up over his shoulder so that he could fuck into her deeper and deeper. 
It wasn’t long after that, the sounds of skin slapping skin speeding up, growing more erratic, when she finally found herself being pushed toward the edge. She could feel herself shaking, her entire body going tense as the pleasure continued building higher and higher before finally, with one last harsh snap of Stanley’s hips against her own, she was thrown over the edge with a call of his name. 
Stan wasn’t far behind her, the tightening of her cunt around his cock sending his hips stuttering against her own. Only a few more thrusts and he was giving a grunt, burying himself deep inside of her with a harsh grunt. 
She came back to herself several moments later, wrinkling her nose at the feeling of warm cum seeping down her thighs. She didn’t say anything though, only brought her hand up to begin carding it through Stanley’s hair, just letting him lay with his head against her shoulder. They would have to move soon, no doubt they were already late, but she wasn’t going to tell him that just yet. They could take a few more moments, they could be late if they needed to be. 
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“Alright?” She checked with him again as they pulled into the parking lot. She was driving, knowing that he was far too nervous and distracted to be behind the wheel of a vehicle. 
He took in a deep shaky breath, wiping his hands on his pants but giving her a smile nonetheless. “I’ll make it,” he leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “Come on, I think we’re late.” He sent her a playful wink, one that had her heart fluttering in her chest and a smile pulling at her face. 
She didn’t know what was about to happen, she didn’t know if what Mike told them was true, but she did know that she would be able to handle it. She could handle it so long as she had Stan beside her, he helped her calm her nerves. 
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yes-dillman-yes · 6 months
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ahh!! awesome! could you write a miniseries stozier x FTM reader smut that takes place post them defeating pennywise the first time? (obvi a good while after so they’re an appropriate age) like the reader notices that stan is pulling away from the group and that richie is being avoidant about it/deflecting a lot and decides to talk to the two of them and things escalate from there
or if you’re not comfortable with ship x reader: a miniseries richie x FTM reader where the reader saves richie from a beating by henry bowers and comes out to richie (bonus points if you can work in a reference to the teenage werewolf in the basement incident into the fic <3)
1960s!RICHIE T. X 1960s!STAN U. X FTM!READER
Warnings: mature language, penetration, blowjobs, cunnilingus, unprotected smut, threesome
Summary: They had defeated Pennywise for years at this point, but the haunting presents of the clown had yet to leave them. They are now exiting their finale year of high school, when at Billy’s graduation party, Stan and Richie enter a private argument. Or what they thought was private - until y/n stumbles into the room to declare peace.
Notes: Never in my life would I think I would be writing a Stozier fic, but I found it as a challenge to overcome. All characters are 18/19, so no underage private time. I haven’t written is so long so please excuse typos or just shit writing. Long intro, and I kind of altered the story from the request slightly. Enjoy my readers!
There was never the intention for y/n to become an ease dropper, but he had somehow ended up as one. Eddie was freaking out over spilled punch and Billy had used all the downstairs towels for cleaning up a mess earlier that night that y/n took on the responsibility to hunt for some replacements. Which lead him to finding Richie and Stan in Billy’s room - whisper shouting at each other.
“I told you, Richard, everything is fine with me,” there is a pause in Stanley’s speech, “I’m just…I don’t know what to say anymore. I don’t know how else to move on - except to just leave.”
Richie grabs Stan’s shoulders, forcing him to look each other in the eyes.
“You don’t think I feel the same? But that’s not what this is about. You know that. The other’s keep asking me about you, and I’m always left with no response-”
“I’m sure that’s new for you.”
“IT IS! I tell them you’re at Boy Scouts, or bird watching! Because I can’t just tell them that you can’t even stand to look at any of them anymore since all you can see is that stupid clown’s face!” Richie’s face starts to turn red.
A beat of silence until another word is spoken.
“I apologize that my absents causes so many issues for you.”
“Don’t, Stan. Don’t turn this into something it’s not. I’m asking you to stop running. You have no idea the affect you have on me. You ignore us- me, and I feel like I’m loosing a part of myself.”
“Maybe it’s for the best-” Stan is about to finish his sentence when all of a sudden the door swings open. Y/n stumbles into the room awkwardly catching their balance.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” y/n tries to say casually. He doesn’t want them to know he was listening for so long. But they both look at y/n with a suspicious stare.
“You’re not,” they say in unison and then smirk at their actions.
Stanley pulls away from Richie’s grip, and heads for the door. But right before he brushes past, he is grabbed by y/n’s firm hands. A shiver runs down his spine excitedly. Y/n leans into their shared space and whispers, “Don’t go, Stan. Let me talk first”. Y/n leads Stan to sit on the bed, and shoots Richie a look that says ‘you too’.
Y/n stands before the two boys and begins his speech, “Ok, so I was definitely listening before I fell in. Which I am sorry for doing, but I know - we all know that something is wrong with you two. Stan, you’ve been MIA for weeks. Even when you’re in the same room as us, you’re mentally a million miles away. You saw shit that some of us didn’t but you’re letting it drift you away. We miss you. I miss you.”
Y/n sees tears start to build in the dark haired boy’s eyes and something in him shifts. Y/n can’t help himself as he bends down to wipe the boy’s tears away. He shares a smile as he does so. Their hands intertwine as y/n shifts towards Richie’s direction.
“As for you carrot top,” a giggle leaves Richie’s mouth at the name, “you’re always a loud mouth but recently- everything is a fucking joke to you. This is the first time in a while that I’ve heard you have a serious conversation. You criticize Stan for running away but don’t pretend that you’re not avoiding the pain too”. Y/n takes his free hand to run his palm softly across the other boy’s freckled face, “Now, please, tell me what I can do to help relieve you both of these feelings?”
Stanley hums to grab y/n’s attention, and leans forward to connect their foreheads. Before any more questions can be asked, both of their lips are touching. Stan moans into the kiss while he slides his left hand on to Richie’s thigh. His thigh shakes at the touch like a jolt of electricity runs through him. Richie moves into action, running his own hands over y/n’s hair and shoulders. He begins to leave kisses on each piece of skin he touches.
Y/n pulls apart from the kiss to catch his breath, and bends his neck to open more room for Richie’s mouth to suck. Stan rubs his hardening cock through his jeans while watching the show before him. The sucking comes to a pause so a whisper could be shared, “I think this is us showing you our gratitude”. The sucking instantly continuing. Y/n smiles at Stanley and can feel himself start to get wet.
“Don’t just sit there, baby. Show me what you want,” y/n request.
Both of the other men guide y/n onto the bed, with his face towards the ceiling, they begin to undress him until only his underwear remains. Richie begins to undress himself while Stan kisses the happy trail leading to y/n’s wet entrance. Stan shoots a look up, asking for permission, which is granted with a moan and a nod of the head.
“Your body is beautiful, y/n. I can’t wait to feel how good it is to be inside of you,” Richie is rubbing his cock right in front of y/n’s face while speaking pure filth, “But first, Stan the Man here is going to get you nice and loose. I bet you like his tongue.”
The only sound Stan makes in response, is his tongue sliding into y/n’s pussy to then slide out so he can suck on the clit. The minute he begins to focus on that area, a deep groan leaves y/n throat. But before he could make any more sound, Richie grabs his jaw and slides his long cock into y/n’s mouth. A sweet bliss washes over all of the men.
For a few beats, the only sounds that could be heard are the sucking sounds of skin and moans that sound like a choir. Y/n’s legs are shaking around his lover’s head while Richie gasps with pleasure from the friction of the tongue against his dick. The edge of his climax creeping upon him.
“I’m going to fucking cum all over your face, baby” Richie purrs.
All of a sudden, Stanley pulls his head up and lays a hand on Richie’s shoulder to pause the action. Stanley demands, without saying a word, for Richie to lay on his back while positioning y/n on top of the laying boy’s stomach. Stanley once again shoots a questioning look towards y/n - asking for consent. The request is eagerly accepted.
Richie is heard whinnying as Stanley leads the boy’s slim cock into the soaking entrance of their shared lover. A sigh of relief leaves y/n’s mouth as they finally become full. A sudden new sigh escapes him when he feels his cunt stretch perfectly to fit another cock inside. Both of the other men are gripping and kissing any flesh available to them.
Finally, Stanley utters his first words, “We’re going to cum inside of you. You’re our angel.”
Richie is sucking their lover’s nipples while reaching around to grip Stanley’s ass, helping the man to thrust deeper inside. Y/n is moving his hips in the best direction to feel his g-spot getting hit repeatedly. His nails scratching the surface of Richie’s scalp - Richie groaning and thrusting like an animal in response. Stanley, on the hand, is fucking like he has it all mapped out. Every move has a purpose and direction: making everyone cum.
“Fuck me harder! I’m close…so, so fucking close,” y/n demands.
Richie is there too, leaking inside the other’s hole.
Stanley slams his thick cock in the perfect spot that y/n jolts forward, climaxing as Richie’s cock slips out. His cum covering Stan’s stomach and y/n’s ass. Richie quickly moving his hands to stimulate Stan’s nipples - just enough touch to get the dark haired boy to groan out his sign of climax.
Y/n didn’t need to hear the groan though. He felt the warm fluid coat his raw insides. Finally feeling complete and fulfilled.
“Goddamn that’s Stan the fucking man!”
“Shut up, Richie.”
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coopermorrow · 1 year
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It (2017/2019) Masterlist
This is my official masterlist for It characters. I write for all the characters listed as well as others if it is requested. I will also write for their actors. For additional information, please refer to the post linked below.
This masterlist along with my others will be updated everytime a new story/fic is written or in the works of being written.
BILL DENBROUGH:
-none yet
RICHIE TOZIER:
-none yet
EDDIE KASPBRAK:
-none yet
STANLEY URIS:
-none yet
MIKE HANLON:
-none yet
BEN HANSCOM:
-none yet
BEVERLY MARSH:
-none yet
HENRY BOWERS:
-none yet
PATRICK HOCKSTETTER:
-none yet
REGINALD "BELCH" HUGGINS:
-none yet
VICTOR CRISS:
-none yet
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fxchild · 4 months
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Not "The Switch" !!
Hey guys it's fxchild, I know it's been probably more than a month since I came out with a chapter but I promise I'm working on it! I jus have no ideas or motivation :(
If you guys could request some one-shots or anything for any Finn characters I would not mind at ALL! Having more work makes me more motivated and gives me more ideas to work off of. If it won't let you request pls dm me and you can tell me if u want it to be anonymous. I also do Stranger Things characters, IT (1&2) so if Finn Wolfhard and his characters aren't enough I'm open to those characters! Plsplspls put some requests in I'm BEGGING you ! Thank you guys ilysm and new chapter WILL be out within the next 2 days I PROMISE!!
Thanks again, FXCHILD 🩷
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robinbuckleyshotgf · 2 years
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im gonna close the stranger things requests and open the rest of them since im very busy making loads of stranger things stories atm. so look at my pinned post and choose some other ones!!
-macey🐢
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arriansarchive · 9 months
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Regular Request Rules + NSFW Request Rules
Regular (non-smut) Requests Basic Rules
Request in the ask box
I am allowed to not answer (shouldn't have to be said but it is)
Do not request the same thing twice
I might add/change more rules and characters as time goes on because I'm forgetful
Just Notes
Why is my Miles Morales shit post getting reblogged pleeease pick anything other than that
Reader Rules (non-smut)
I will preferably do male reader
I might do gn reader
I won't do female reader so don't ask
I will accept reader being a characters sibling
Character Rules (non-smut)
I will do romantic female characters
I will do romantic male characters
Reader Rules (smut)
I will do dom!top!reader
I will do sub!top!reader
I will not do sub!bottom!reader
Kink Rules (obviously smut)
I will do degradation
I will not do praise (I'm horrible at it sorry)
I will not do pet names of any kind
I might do other kinks if you specify
Character Rules (smut)
I would preferably do m/m
I will try to do gn/m
I will not do gn/f
I will do m/f
Fandoms I Will Do
Spiderman Into/Across The Spiderverse
Miles Morales
Peter B. Parker
Miguel O'Hara
Pavitr Prabhakar
Hobie Brown
Gwen Stacy
Harry Potter
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Hermione Granger
Neville Longbottom
Luna Lovegood
Ginny Weasley
(depends) Draco Malfoy
Nymphadora Tonks
Shameless
Fiona Gallagher
Lip Gallagher
Ian Gallagher
Carl Gallagher
Mickey Milkovich
Mandy Milkovich
Veronica Fisher
Kevin Ball
Possibly others if you mention them
Young Sheldon
Georgie Cooper
Mary Cooper
IT Chapter 1/2
Richie Tozier
Eddie Kaspbrack
Bill Debsbrough
Stanley Uris
Beverly Marsh
Ben Hanscom
Mike Hanlon
Stranger Things
Mike Wheeler
Will Byers (male reader only)
Dustin Henderson
Lucas Sinclair
Eleven
Max Mayfield
Steve Harrington
Nancy Wheeler
Jonathan Byers
Jason Carver
Eddie Munson
Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (book)
Alma LeFay Peregrine
Caul Bentham
Jacob Portman
Emma Bloom
Fiona Frauenfeld
Hugh Apiston
Noor Pradesh
Millard Nullings
Enorace
Jillard
Joor
Jemma
Nuwho
Eleventh doctor
Twelfth doctor
Clara Oswald
Amy Pond
Rory Williams
River song
Fear Street
Kate Schmidt
Simon Kalivoda
Josh Johnson
Ziggy Berman
Cindy Berman
Alice Hart
Sally Face
Sal Fisher
Larry Johnson
Ashley Campell
Todd Morrison
Travis Phelps
Top Gun: Maverick
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin
Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace
Heartstopper
Nick Nelson
Charlie Spring (x m!reader only)
Tao Xu
Harry Greene
Elle Argent
James McEwan
Imogen Heanley
Issac Henderson
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regulusblackslut · 7 months
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hi there, my name is em!
masterlist (will be added)
i really want to start writing on tumblr so please send requests!
fandoms i write for:
The Marauders Fandom
Harry Potter
South Park
IT (2017)
Chuckle Sandwich (ted & schlatt)
what i will write:
fem!reader
Fluff
Angst
Smut
Headcannons
Imagines/Blurbs
i will not write:
underage smut (16+ please)
lncest
SA/r@pe
extremely k!nky stuff (i will let u know)
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mercedesvince · 1 year
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Hello I’m Vince!!
I am a writer who is open to writing requests for x reader
Just a heads up that English is not my first language so apologies for any grammar or wrong use of words :(
RULES
This is meant to be a blog for x male or non-binary x readers
I will not write for female readers as of now (but might change in future)
I will only write for series listed below
no smut (I am not comfortable with that)
There are characters listed below underage, all characters will at least be aged up to teenagers, but even so I will only go as far as kissing
I will not write any sort of NSFW for any character under 18 (what i mean when i say NSFW I mean in a sexual way, things like cussing or slight violence I can do)
I can write angst, fluff or both
If you see a mistake in my writing please inform me on it so I can improve in future :)
If i missed a TW or you notice something i should let the readers know before reading PLEASE let me know, i’d hate for someone to be negatively affected by my writing
Please be nice and respect everybody and there wishes!!
SERIES & CHARACTER I WILL WRITE FOR
(If there is a character I have missed that is not on the list for a specific series and you would like a x reader for please ask and I will let you know whether or not I can write for them :))
South Park
Stan Marsh
Kyle Broflovski
Kenny McCornmick
Eric Cartman
Butters
Tolkien Black
Wendy Testaburger
Bebe Stevens
Heidi Turner
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid
Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
Emily Prentis
Jason Gideon
Jennifer Jareau
Penelope Garcia
David Rossi
Elle Greenaway
Matthew Simmons
Like Alvez
Kate Callahan
Tara Lewis
Sam Cooper
Gina LaSalle
Beth Griffin
Jonathan Simms
Mick Rawson
Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World
Scott Pilgrim
Ramona Flowers
Envy Adams
Knives Chau
Kim Pine
Julie Powers
Wallace Wells
Lucas lee
Gideon Graves
Matthew Patel
Todd Ingram
Young Neil
Roxy Ritcher
Stacy Pilgrim
Stephen Stills
My Hero Academia
Disclaimer I have not watched the series recently, so I do not have everything up to date and can only write up to season 4 :(
Anyone from Class 1A
Anyone from Class 1B
Any Pro Hereos
Any Villians
Mirio Togata
Nejire Hado
Tamaki Amajiki
Saiki K.
Kusuo Saiki
Shun Kaido
Aren Kuboyasu
Aiura Mikoto
Kokomo Teruhashi
Reita Tortisuka
Riki Nendo
Kineshi Hairo
Chiyo Yumehara
Metori Saiko
Chisato Mera
Hunter X Hunter
Disclaimer I am only caught up on the series not the manga
Gon Freecss
Killua Zoldyck
Kurapika
Leorio Paradinight
Hisoka Morrow
Chrollo Lucifer
Any Phantom Troupe Memebers
Ging Freecss
Any Zodiac members
Kite
ROTTMNT
Leonardo
Raphael
Michelangelo
Donatello
April O’neil
Stranger Things
Eleven
Mike Wheeler
Will Byers
Dustin Henderson
Lucas Sinclair
Max mayfield
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Nancy Wheeler
Robin Buckley
Jonathan Byers
IT
Disclaimer I have been trying my best to see the second movie but I have only managed to watch the first so I can only write for things relevant in the first movie :(
Stanley Uris
Ben Hanscom
Beverly Marsh
Bill Denbrough
Richie Tozier
Eddie Kaspbrak
SPIDERVERSE
Miles Morales (earth 1610 & earth 42)
Gwen Stacy
Peter B. Parker
Jessica Drew
Miguel O’hara
Hobie Brown
Pavitr Prabhakar
Spider Noir
Penny Parker
MASTERLIST LINK
This Masterlist includes all works i’ve written on this blog so far!
That is all for now! Thank you so much for reading and feel free to request, I am new to tumblr so please feel free to let me know if I need to add or be more specific on something :))
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theyraylovehate · 1 year
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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist
Smut 🔥
Fluff 🌸
Angst 💧
*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*
•Stranger things
-Billy Hargrove
-Steve Harrington
-Eddie Munson
-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)
-Argyle
-Johnathan Byers
-Nancy Wheeler
-Jim Hopper
-Joyce Byers
-001/Henry
-Will Byers (No smut)
-Mike Wheeler (No smut)
-Max Mayfield (No smut)
Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸
-Dustin Henderson (No smut)
-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)
-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)
•Marvel
-Iron Man/Tony Stark
-Captian America/Steve Rogers
-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff
-Hawkeye/Clint Barton
-Hulk/Bruce Banner
-Thor
-Loki
-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes
-Black Panther/T'challa
-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange
-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff
-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff
-Starlord/Peter Quill
-Gamora
-Spiderman/Peter Parker
-Falcon/Sam Wilson
-War Machine/James Rhodes
-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)
•X-Men
-Professor X/Charles Xavier
-Magneto/Erik Lensherr
-Wolverine/James Howlett
-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff
-Rogue
-Jean Grey
-Storm/Ororo Munroe
-Cyclops/Scott Summers
-Mystique/Raven
-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy
-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner
-Havok/Alexander Summers
•DC/Young Justice
-Batman/Bruce Wayne
-Superman/Clark Kent
-The Flash/Barry Allen
-Aquaman/Authur Curry
-Cyborg/Victor Stone
-Joker/Jack Oswald White
-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel
-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince
-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton
-Kid Flash/Wally West
-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson
-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd
-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake
-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan
-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent
-Artemis/Artemis Crock
-Red Arrow/Roy Harper
-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen
-Black Canary/Dinah Lance
-Miss Martian/Megan Morse
-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm
•Umbrella Academy
-Luther Hargreeves (#1)
-Diego Hargreeves (#2)
-Allison Hargreeves (#3)
-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)
-Five Hargreeves (#5)
-Ben Hargreeves (#6)
-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)
-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)
-Fei Hargreeves (#3)
-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)
-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)
-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)
-Lila Aryu
-The Handler
•Harry Potter
-Harry Potter
-Ron Weasley
-Hermione Granger
-Fred Weasley
-George Weasley
-Ginny Weasley
-Draco Malfoy
-Sirius Black (Older)
-Cedric Diggory
-Oliver Wood
-Neville Longbottom
-Luna Lovegood
-Remus Lupin (Older)
-Nymphadora Tonks
-Lucious Malfoy (Older)
-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)
-Severus Snape (Older)
-Bill Weasley
-Charlie Weasley
•Marauders
-James Potter
Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸
-Lily Evans
-Sirius Black
-Remus Lupin
-Severus Snape
-Regulus Black
-Lusious Malfoy
-Narcissa Black
-Peter Pettigrew
•Greek Mythology
-Zeus
-Hades
-Posideon
-Apollo
-Hera
-Persephone
-Ares
-Athena
-Demeter
-Aphrodite
-Artemis
-Dionysus
-Hermes
•Divergent
-Beatrice "Tris" Prior
-Caleb Prior
-Eric
-Peter
-Christina
-Will
-Tobias "Four"
-Zeke
Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸
-Uriah
•Star Wars
-Anakin Skywalker
-Luke Skywalker
-Leia Organa
-Han Solo
-Obi-Wan Kenobi
-Kylo Ren
•Supernatural
-Dean Winchester
-Sam Winchester
-Castiel
-Crowley
-Lucifer
-Rowena MacLeod
-Gabriel
-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)
-Chuck Shurley
-Jody Mills
-Ellen Harvelle
-Kevin Tran
•The Walking Dead
-Rick Grimes
-Daryl Dixon
-Glenn Rhee
-Carl Grimes
-Maggie Greene
-Negan
-Michonne
-Shane Walsh
-Rosita Espinosa
-Carol Peletier
-Paul "Jesus" Monroe
-Abraham Ford
‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)
-Enid
-Ezekiel
-Aaron (Masc/NB only)
•The Walking Dead Game
-Clementine
-Lee
-Kenny
-Luke
-Javier
-Gabriel
-Kate
-Louis
-Omar
-Ruby
-Mitch
-Marlon
-Violet (Fem/NB only)
IT (2017)
-Richie Tozier
-Beverly Marsh
-Eddie Kaspbrak
-Bill Denbrough
-Stanley Uris
-Ben Hanscom
-Henry Bowers
-Mike Hanlon
-Patrick Hockstetter
-Victor Criss
-Belch Huggins
•Desendants
-Mal
-Evie
-Ben
-Jay
-Jane
-Chad
-Doug
-Lonnie
-Carlos
-Uma
-Harry Hook
-Gil
•Maze Runner
-Newt
-Minho
-Gally
-Teresa
-Alby
-Chuck
-Brenda
-Aris
-Thomas
-Frypan
-Jorge
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aceditwrites · 7 months
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The Master List (hi)
Master List:
Hi, i’m ace. I got really bored and i need an excuse to procrastinate on my personal writing projects so i decided to start an account dedicated to just writing. So like, you can request almost anything (limits below) like if you want like a platonic fic just ask! If you want the reader to be the kid or sibling of the character, i’ll do it! You can be as specific or as vague as you want, eventually i’ll get some prompts for help but for now, you gotta wing it. Also I’ll write for like any fandom even if i dont know it, i’ll try my hardest but i’d prefer if you stuck to the list below. Anyways yeah.  (also pfp is nyurei on picrew)
So basic rules, 
If youre an nsfw account dni, also i will not write smut regardless of age given i’m a minor
No incest 
I’m currently only doing x readers, that might change in the future but for now no ocs or ships
I’d prefer if you didn’t request x reader with an actual person, (ex. Instead of asking for a Maya Hawke x reader, ask for a Robin Buckley x reader)
If you know a character’s sexuality and you dont fit, dont ask (ex. Nico is gay, I will not write Nico x fem! reader)
Please specify pronouns when requesting 
Please keep in mind i’m not a professional writer 
Please use common sense and dont do something that makes me have to update the rules
Anyways, so fandoms i’ll write for
It 2017/2019: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon (specify if you want 2017 or 2019)
Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Nico Di Angelo, Will Solace
Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Fred Wealey, George Weasley, Tom Riddle
Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena (does girly have a last name 💀), Jack Kline (platonic only)
South park (platonic only for everyone, they’re children): Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Butters Scotch, Tolkien Black (or is it Token? I swear its always spelled different), Timmy, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Jimmy Valmer, Wendy Testaburger 
Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous: Darius Bowman (i’d prefer if we kept it platonic with him but romance is ok i guess), Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Guiterrez, Ben Pincus, 
Marvel: Tony Stark (platonic only, so sorry) Steve Rodger, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Peter, Ned Leeds, M.J, Harley Keener, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Shuri, T'Challa, Okoye
The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorn, Hooty (platonic preferred, but if you freaky like that go ahead and ask for romance, see what happens), Raine Whispers
The Umbrella Academy: Luther, Diego, Alison, Klaus, Five (would he date a kid or an adult cause-), Ben (he can be alive or yall could be ghosts), Vanya 
Idk how any of this works but uh have fun
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fixfoxnox · 2 years
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A Better Bath - Stanley Uris x Reader
Word Count: 2, 774
Description: Y/N arrives home from work to find her husband enjoying a bath by himself. When he invites her to join him, how could she say no?
Warnings: Smut, P in V Sex, Fingering
Note: 18+ only, I am not responsible for your reading! This is potentially the first part in a series? Don't hold me to that lol
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“Stanley?” Y/N pushed the front door shut behind her, toeing off her boots and dropping her work bag beside the door with a huff. Her feet were aching from a long day of work at her agency and all she wanted was to cuddle up with her husband and watch something stupid while he did a crossword puzzle. 
Stan had arrived home earlier than her, he always did. Being his own boss had its advantages; one of those was that on Fridays he was usually off work by one. Y/N came around the corner to the living room, finding that Stan had already set out a puzzle for himself, a new one that she’d gotten him a few weeks prior. She’d seen the bird-covered design and couldn’t stop herself. The puzzle hadn’t been started and Stan was nowhere in sight so she continued on, passing the kitchen to begin up the stairs. 
She made a point to pull her bra off after entering the bedroom, sighing with relief as she tossed the garment onto the bed. It was only at the call of “Welcome home!” that she noticed that the door to their bathroom was slightly ajar, telling her that Stanley had elected to take a bath. 
Pushing open the bathroom door, she was met with the wonderful sight of her husband soaking in the tub. He had his glasses perched on his nose and a book clasped in his hands, it was a very attractive sight. After only a moment longer of reading, Y/N assumed to finish the page, Stan marked his place in the book before setting it on the side table, taking his glasses off to join it a moment later. Y/N made her way to the side of the tub, kneeling down on the tile so she could be at eye level with Stan. 
“Alright today babylove?” Stan pulled one of her hands into his own, rubbing a thumb across the top of her hand comfortingly.
Y/N let out a groan before giving him a smile, “I’m okay, just very very excited that it’s the weekend.” Stan chuckled a bit at that. “And I am looking forward to when you get out of that bath.”
“Oh?” Stan raised an eyebrow at her. 
“I want to cuddle my husband, its that too much to ask for?” Y/N asked playfully. “I can’t exactly cuddle up to you while you’re in here.”
Stan gave her a sly smile before pulling her hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her palm, then her wrist, before beginning to trail several small kisses down the inside of her arm. When Stan reached her elbow he began trailing kisses back down her arm, looking up at her through his eyelashes, “We can’t cuddle, but you could join me.” His voice was low as he finally pulled away from her arm, his hands giving her a slight tug as encouragement. 
Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, “Are you sure that I won’t ruin your bath?”
Stan gave a low chuckle, “Babylove, you’re only going to make my bath better,” he kissed the back of her hand before looking up at her with pleading eyes. Y/N couldn’t say no, not that she wanted to. 
Within a few moments, Y/N was off of the ground and stripping her clothes off, feeling Stanley’s eyes on her the entire time. She noted his delighted hum when she took off her shirt, her bra already discarded and leaving her breasts exposed to him. Stan reached out to her with grabby hands, encouraging her to try to shimmy out of her pants a bit quicker, almost tripping in the process and pulling a chuckle out of Stan. She cut off his mirth by stepping into the bathtub around him and straddling his waist.
She wasted no time in pressing their mouths together. Their kiss was fairly slow, Stan wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist to pull her closer. Her chest pressed against his, and one of his hands moved up between them to squeeze at her breast before running his thumb lightly over one of her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. 
The two separated for a moment, Stan’s hand still on her breast, his thumb still teasing over her nipple as the two rested their foreheads against one another. “Stanley,” Y/N spoke lightly, her hands running up his arms to rest on his shoulders. 
“Y/N.” Stan leaned forward to place a kiss on her collarbone, his arm still around her waist pulling her down to grind against him. They both let out a gasp at the feeling as the water sloshed around them, none had spilled out yet, but Y/N was sure they’d have to clean up the floor when Stanley decided they were finished. 
Their mouths met again, this time with much more passion, their mouths opening so their tongues could find each other. Y/N buried her hands into Stan’s hair tugging lightly as she rolled her hips down again, feeling him getting stiffer between her legs, her clit just slightly rubbing against him as she did so. It was enough for her to let out a gasp into Stan’s mouth. Stan took full advantage, taking control of their kiss and turning it into a sloppy desperate thing. His hand on her breasts continued to squeeze and fondle, occasionally he would flick or rub over a nipple. His arm around her waist moved so that he could reach up and grasp at her neck, squeezing lightly as he used it to keep her mouth pressed to his. 
Y/N brought her hands down to Stan’s chest, resting her hands on his pecs as she continued to grind down against him, occasionally his hips would rise to meet hers, pulling a small moan from the both of them. 
Stan’s hand slid from Y/N’s throat to grip at her hair, finally pulling their mouths apart and leaving them both taking gulps of air. Stan pulled Y/N’s head back by her hair, being not very gentle as he dived down to lick and suck at her chest. His hand not in her hair was still groping at her breast and teasing a nipple, his mouth latched on to her other nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue to pull a moan from her throat. 
Y/N, not wanting to let Stan do everything, slid her hands down his chest and into the water between their bodies. One of her hands wrapped around the length of his dick and started to stroke him, her other hand found her clit and started to rub loose circles onto herself, the sensations from all over her body making her feel warm pleasure bubbling up in her body. 
Stan let a few mutters of ‘fuck’ leave his mouth as Y/N jerked him off beneath the water, his mouth reconnecting with the skin of Y/N’s breast only a few moments later to suck several marks onto her skin, enjoying the look of the marks and the knowledge that she would have proof of his touch across her skin. He started trailing kisses up her neck before finding her lips again. 
Y/N’s hands continued to stroke Stan, feeling the weight of his dick in her hand and the smooth slide that the water allowed her to have. She brought her hands back up, tightening her hand a bit before running her thumb over the tip of his cock causing Stan’s hips to jerk up a bit and Y/N’s hand on her clit to press just a bit harder, pulling a moan from the both of them. 
Stan pulled away from Y/N’s lips to throw his head back for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly before he moved back up to lay breathy kisses on her neck, his hand on her breast moving below the water to knock her hand that was touching herself away, replacing it only a moment later with his own skilled hands. His middle and index fingers moved to prod at her slit, his middle finger sinking into the knuckle after a moment. His thumb continued the tight circles that she’d been rubbing into her own clit. 
All of the sensations made it hard for Y/N to focus, her breath heavy and her entire body feeling tingly as Stan curled his finger that was inside of her before pulling out enough that he could add his index finger and begin to work his fingers in and out, occasionally curling to pull a high pitched whine from Y/N’s throat. 
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Stan mutters against Y/N’s neck, sloppy open-mouthed kisses against her skin following the words. He continued to torture her with his deft fingers, her hips grinding against his hand to seek more pressure against herself, her head thrown back as she did her best to continue pleasuring Stanley through the fuzzy feeling that was beginning to rise in her head. It was difficult and she was sure Stan wasn’t getting much from it, but he didn’t seem to mind if his continued whispers of encouragement for her were anything to go off of. “That’s it babylove, that’s it, ride my fingers.” Stan could tell Y/N was getting close and he was determined to see the pleasure cross his wife’s face when he made her finish.
Moans spilled from Y/N’s mouth, her hands flying away from Stan’s dick to grab on to his shoulders as the feeling of Stan’s hand on her grew to be a bit too much, only a few more moments and she was launched violently into an orgasm, lurching forward to drape herself over Stan’s shoulder as her body was racked with pleasurable tingles as Stan continued to move his hand, working Y/N until finally she started to squirm a bit with overstimulation. 
“God, Stan, please,” Stan pulled his hands away then, leaving Y/N clenching around nothing at the sudden lack of fingers. The two’s mouth met in a sloppy openmouthed kiss, Stan taking control of Y/N’s hips and grinding them against one another, groaning at the feeling.
“C’mon babylove,” He pulled her closer, lining himself up with Y/N before ever so slowly pulling her down to sink onto his cock. Y/N threw her head back at the feeling, her clit rubbing ever so deliciously against the hair at the base of Stan’s cock. Stan’s head fell forward to rest on her shoulder, a broken sigh leaving his lips at the feeling of the warm heat around him, an occasionally clench from Y/N causing a choked up noise to leave his throat.
Stan gave himself a moment to prepare and Y/N a moment to adjust before guiding Y/N slowly off of his dick then only a moment later pulling her back down harshly, his own hips canting up to meet hers. 
The water of the bath began violently sloshing around and spilling over the edge of the tub as Stan set a brutal pace for the two. Needy whines fell out of Y/N’s mouth as she let herself be used for Stan’s pleasure, taking everything he gave to her with her hands grasped at the edge of the tub for support. 
“So good, so good Y/N,” Stan moaned into Y/N’s shoulder, his hands roaming all over her body. Grasping her breasts, stroking over her nipples, one moved down to squeeze at her thigh then only a moment later her ass. Finally he moved a hand down between the two, providing an extra bit of pleasure by once again rubbing at her clit, his fingers making tight sweet circles as he continued to thrust up into her body.
Y/N couldn’t speak, the pleasure too much for her with the minimal time she had to rest from her last orgasm and bit of pleasure that Stan had wrung from her body. The only thing she could force out was a continued mantra of Stan’s name, repeated with a punched out breath every time he thrust, hitting a sweet spot just inside of her that had her clenching around him. He adjusted slightly, before starting anew, hitting that spot over and over with renewed vigor. 
Stan could feel himself getting closer to the edge, having worked himself up enough that he knew he wouldn’t be able to last longer. So, with this in mind, he picked up the pace with both his hip and his hand on Y/N’s clit, letting out a punched out groan as Y/N clenched around him at the sudden rush of pleasure. 
Neither of the two lasted much longer after that, Y/N finishing first, a shout leaving her lips when Stan pressed against her clit just right. Stan finished moments later, Y/N clenching around him driving him right over the edge. 
The two took a moment to come down from the feeling, Y/N tucking herself against Stan’s chest with heavy breaths, feeling her husbands chest heave just the same as hers was. The two sat in silence for some time, Y/N tracing shaped onto Stan’s skin as one of his hands stroked along her thigh under the water. Occasionally Stan would shift slightly, sending a groan between the two as jolt of pleasure would run through their oversensative bodies. 
Eventually Stan spoke, “You should join me in the bath every time. I mean it always turns out wonderfully for both of us.” 
Y/N let out a small chuckle, “You’ve never get to relax in here.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” He kissed the top of her head, a grin on his face as he leaned back a bit further in the tub, feeling quite happy and sated. It felt as though nothing could ruin his day.
Stan grappled for his phone, setting the last puzzle piece he had back down on the table. Usually he wouldn’t answer calls from numbers he didn’t recognize, but the location of Derry, Maine standing proudly against his phone made him reconsider. 
Feeling his heart beating rapidly in his chest, he answered the call. 
Y/N was completely unaware of her husbands growing anxiety behind her, instead she was rooting through their kitchen for a bottle of wine that she and Stan could share. Just as she found the bottle she heard Stan start moving towards the stairs. Turning toward him curiously she called, “Stan?”
Stan paused for a moment, looking over towards Y/N with an almost dazed look on his face. “Sorry hun, i’m gonna go take a bath.”
Y/N tilted her head as Stan started up the stairs, setting the bottle of wine to the side and hopping off of the counter in an attempt to follow him. She was distracted though by a buzzing in her back pocket. Worried for Stan over anything, she answered the phone while making her way towards the stairs, suddenly finding herself paused though when a somewhat familiar voice came from her phone. 
“Y/N? It’s Mike.”
Y/N felt frozen in place as a last name flew to her mind from the childhood she’d apparently blocked out, “Mike Hanlon?”
“Yes!” Mike sounded pleased over the phone, as though he hadn’t expected her to recognize him. “Listen I’m sorry to call, but you need to come back to Derry.”
“What?”
“It’s back Y/N.” Y/N felt sick to her stomach, fear coursing through her system as even more memories rushed to the front of her mind. “We made a pro-”
Y/N interrupted him, the memory of the promise and the way Stan had looked that day rushing to her mind and causing that concern for her husband to come back full force. She couldn’t even believe that she had forgotten how she and Stan had met, but she realized that she hadn’t thought about it in some time. “Mike, have you already called Stan?”
Mike sounded surprised as he responded, “Yes, I called him just before you. He said that he’d do his best to help. Y/N.”
“I have to go,” Y/N didn’t wait for a response, hanging her phone up and throwing it half hazardly onto the counter. The only thought in her mind was that something was terribly wrong and she desperately needed to get upstairs to her husband. With her phone on the counter she rushed up the stairs, hoping desperately that nothing was wrong.
That Stan was okay.
That she wasn’t too late. 
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My masterlist!
Genres I'll write:
fluff
angst
smut
I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.
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Type of fics I'll write:
one shots
drabbles
imagines
song!fics
multi chapter fics 
AUs
dark!fics
Not sure if I'm missing anything.
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Who I'll write for:
HP
— Golden trio era —
Harry Potter
Hermione Granger
Ginny Weasley
George Weasley
Fred Weasley
Luna Lovegood
Cedric Diggory
Pansy Parkinson
Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)
— Marauders era —
James Potter
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Regulus Black
Lily Evans
Peter Pettigrew
— General/non specific era —
Bellatrix Black/Lestrange
Tom Riddle
Narcissa Black/Malfoy 
IT 
— Losers Club —
Beverly Marsh
Bill Denbrough
Richie Tozier
Stanley Uris
Mike Hanlan
Eddie Kaspbrak
Ben Hanscom
— Bowers Gang —
Henry Bowers
Victor Criss 
Patrick Hockstetter
Reginald (Belch) Huggins 
STRANGER THINGS
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
001 / Henry Creel
Max Mayfield
Robin Buckley
Billy Hargrove
Will Byers
OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS 
Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)
Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)
Elio Perlman (cmbyn)
Hal (The king)
Rue Bennett (Euphoria)
Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)
CELEBRITIES
Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it: 
Jenna Ortega 
Sadie Sink
Sophia Lillis 
Timothée Chalamet 
Finn Wolfhard 
Zendaya 
Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.
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Types of Readers I’ll write for:
In regards to fluff, smut and angst:
fem!reader
gn!reader
male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)
plus sized!reader
In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.
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What I will not write about:
Sexual harassment/abuse
Self Harm
ED's
Con-noncon / noncon
Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)
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Things to include when making a request:
who you want to be in it
what kind of fic you want
any specific reader you had in mind
a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about
any prompts from my prompt list (optional)
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That’s all from my side, love ya <3
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