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Trevor Spengler x femreader

warnings: making out, dry humping.

Stupid Ghosts

the metal of Trevor’s headboard creaks and thrashes against the wall softly with each roll of his hips.

he was supposed to be on call today dealing with the usual. cabinets slamming open, cool chills in certain areas, the occasional prank call.

instead, he’s found himself a tad…preoccupied.

“maybe i should get back to work- actually no.”

he changes his mind completely the moment you pull him back down into a searing kiss. his hips stuttering just slightly as the hard of his cock grinds mindlessly into your thigh.

“ghosts can wait, Trev. your girlfriend can’t.”

a simple nod is all he gives. shifting his weight higher, allowing the tip of himself straining through jeans to press right along your clothed clit.

you hum with satisfaction, finally receiving the recognition you desperately ached for. he takes notice of your reaction, an almost proud smirk painting across his features making you squirm.

“wow, you really couldn’t wait.”

but right as things are getting good the phone down the hall blares through the station like a siren. with a huff of agitation Trevor sits up and mopes out of the room.

stupid ghosts.

a/n: sorry this is so short! i honestly didn’t know what else to say since I’ve already put out a few dry humping fics this week.

As a woman I feel like that goes against the fact that you don't want sexisim in your blog?

1. why would I want straight men on here?

2. not wanting them on my page isn’t sexist. it’s protecting everyone’s peace.

as a woman, when I say men dni I generally mean older men that come on here to prey on girls. or straight men, that in my honest opinion, don’t belong on my page.

while I understand your point, I really just don’t fw males being on my page, considering what I said above, unless they’re part of the lgbtqia+ community. in that case, they’re totally welcome and I’m working on mlm content for them!

also…why would a heterosexual man be here?

also also…you can’t really be sexist to the most oppressive sex.

As a woman I feel like that goes against the fact that you don't want sexisim in your blog?

1. why would I want straight men on here?

2. not wanting them on my page isn’t sexist. it’s protecting everyone’s peace.

as a woman, when I say men dni I generally mean older men that come on here to prey on girls. or straight men, that in my honest opinion, don’t belong on my page.

while I understand your point, I really just don’t fw males being on my page, considering what I said above, unless they’re part of the lgbtqia+ community. in that case, they’re totally welcome and I’m working on mlm content for them!

also…why would a heterosexual man be here?

also also…you can’t really be sexist to the most oppressive sex.

Richie Tozier x y/n

Warnings: smut, blow job, sex jokes, fluff, cuts

authors note- sorry i haven’t been active lately guys I just haven’t really had any motivation to write and I also didn’t know what to write for this story! This story is again not proof read! Also remember if you have any story ideas please lmk and if you wanna be apart of my taglist also lmk!

You and Richie had been dating for a couple months now and he was normal at first but then started acting weird. Like weird to the point where he even stopped making sex jokes about you to the losers club and stopped making “your mom” jokes to Eddie.. he even went to the arcade less and wasn’t playing street fighter 24/7..

Richie had a big secret and he was actually spider- man, it all started when he got bit by a radio active spider and then he got super powers.

Richie hid his secret good enough but obviously you and the losers noticed especially you since you’re his girlfriend, he just didn’t seem to much like himself..

but you knew Richie would never tell you what’s going on because Richie likes to act tough and act like everything will be okay even if it’s not..

the only normal thing Richie would do is still read super-hero comics (maybe to learn more about his abilities) but obviously you didn’t know why he was staring to read comics more frequently than usual but you were at least happy he would do something sort of normal.

It’s been months and you still haven’t known about Richie’s secret until he came home, took off his sweater right in front of you (he somehow forgot he had his Spider-Man suit underneath and exposed it to you)

Y/n: “Richie.. is that what i think it is??”

Richie: “what no? What are you talking about?”

Y/n: “is that what you been hiding from me? That your Spider-Man?”

Richie nodded, Richie was kind of happy that you knew since he was pretty exhausted from hiding this BIG secret especially from you.

Y/n: “You know you look good in your suit”

you said as the suit hugged his body perfectly, you can see Richies sort of muscular body and it made you absolutely feral.

Richie blushed at your words, he always got flustered pretty easily even though he pretended to act tough.

Richie: “you think so??”

Y/n: “mhm”

you bit your lip gently, you weren’t sure if it was to suppress a moan or if it was meant in a flirtatious way but you definitely knew if you bit down harder on your lip you could drawl blood.

Richie noticed, of course he noticed, Richie started to blush, sure Richie made jokes about you guys having sex saying things like “I make y/n moan my name all night” or “y/n does more positions then your mom ever had Ed’s” but deep down Richie was pretty submissive and wasn’t really that confident in bed.

Richie was lost in thought, to much lost in thought when suddenly he felt you cupping his dick through his suit, clearly wanting to give him a blow job, he looks at down at you and your practically begging to give him a blow job, giving him puppy eyes.

Richie lets out a shaky breath then nods, your hands immediately go to the zipper of his suit and help him out of it, god you never noticed how much muscular Richie has gotten until today, it just made you want him even more, your hands trail down his body all the way to the hem of his boxers as your play with the hem a little bit before finally pulling his boxers down.

you started giving Richie a blow job, your mouth swallowing him, bobbing up and down, Richie was letting out shaky breaths and moans, enjoying this little blow job you were giving him from coming back from a long hard day at work trying to stop villains from hurting Nyc.

you constantly praised him in between sucking his dick, muttering things like “you like that baby?” Or “mm baby your such a mess for me” and “I bet this feels way better than winning a fight against criminals”

It doesn’t take long for Richie to cum especially since your praising him, I would say it took about 15 minutes before he started to cum all in your mouth, you catched all the cum going into your mouth, making sure not to miss a single drop.

you and Richie started to cuddle in your bed since it was pretty late, Richie was still naked and you were playing with his hair, you were tracing his cuts gently

Y/n: “do they hurt?”

Richie: “no not anymore”

You nod and kept tracing them gently, as if tracing all of them can make them disappear and never come back.

Y/n: “why didn’t you tell me you were spider-man sooner Richie?”

Richie let out a deep sigh

Richie: “i just didn’t want you to worry about me and plus I was scared what you’d think about me being a superhero now..”

Y/n: “i would never think anything differently about you Richie i love you.. that will never change and plus super hero’s are hot especially you”

Richie’s eyes widened

Richie: “y/n!!”

Y/n: “what it’s true? I can’t help it that I have a sexy super hero boyfriend”

Richie smiled and nuzzled his face into your neck, trying to breathe in your scent he gently murmured “your way hotter y/n.. like way hotter you can make my dick hard everyday and not do a single thing”

Y/n: “what was that Richie?”

Richie stopped nuzzling into your neck and looked at you “I said your way hotter and you can make my dick hard every day and not do a single thing” he said making his dumb dirty jokes again as you just rolled your eyes. Life couldn’t have been better for you and Richie, here you were with him cuddling and being all lovely dovey and here he was finally able to catch a breath and not be so tense from having to keep lying to you about going somewhere when in reality he was saving the city, part of him was scared for you.. scared that you could get hurt from one of his enemies, but part of him was relieved that you finally knew and now he could brag to you about how much lives he saved today and hopefully that would turn you on enough to give him another blow job like that.

warnings: swearing, degrading, use of ‘slut’ in Russian, reader humps his boot…

Punishment

your bruised knees press into the scratchy carpet of Boris’s room. his rough hands tugging your face up by the hair of your head.

you’ve been mindlessly grinding down on the black leather of his combat boot for what feels like forever now. the thin fabric of your panties not doing much to conceal the enjoyment this gives you.

“you wanna act like a brat? you get punished. yes?”

at this point you can’t even remember what you did to piss him off. was it something you said? had you mistakenly smoked one of his cigarettes instead of your own?

whatever it was, he was mad. his dark eyes only getting darker by the minute as they mockingly trace over your pathetic expression.

his free hand comes down to leave a soft smack against your cheek. his supposed anger never bubbling up enough to actually hurt his girl.

you pout at the contact, thighs tensing around his ankle. he takes notice and shakes his head, foot pressing up against your clothed core with enough force to make you whimper.

“did i say you could fucking stop, shlyukha?”

the vulgarity of his words mixed with the anger in his tone makes your hips move subconsciously. a satisfied grin spreads across his face at the sight. he’s always loved having that edge over you.

“I may not let you cum tonight, but you’ll sure as hell clean these boots for me.”

the threat of not being allowed to cum has you reeling. your movements becoming sloppy, humping yourself dumb. eventually cumming despite his words.

he can tell by the face you make. your eyes locked on his through thick lashes, bottom lip drug between your teeth. he gives a disapproving ‘tsk’ and shake of his head.

something tells you that was the last time you’ll cum for a while.

warnings: once again unprotected p in v (are we surprised? no. should you do it? also no.), fem!receiving oral, swearing, Ziggy is an awkward sub.

Studying

this is definitely not how you planned to spend your evening studying with Ziggy.

Instead of your pencil pressing to the dreadful paper of your English essay, your face is pressing into the plush pillow of his bed, muffling the small moans leaving your mouth. Back arched just enough you’re sure it’ll be sore in no time.

not that he cares. especially not when he’s got you exactly how he’s wanted you for months now. all those restless night where he had to decide touching himself to the thought of you would suffice. the inevitable hard ons he dealt with each time you sat down beside him in the crowded classroom.

it’s filthy, perverted, corrupt even. but Ziggy’s world is already messed up as is. why not add some more corruption? at least this kind is pleasureful.

a whiny little moan slips past his damp lips as he slides in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. eyes glued to his long cock disappearing into your heat. he told himself he’d go slow to last longer, but now that he’s in you he realizes how stupid that idea was. there’s no way he’s lasting. regardless of the pace that he sets.

“f-fuck, are all girls this tight?”

you roll your eyes at the stupidity of his question. the pillow masking your reaction. of all times, he’d ask that now?

“Ziggy, shut the hell up and go faster.”

before he can protest, his stubborn nature ever present, you thrust your hips back against him. he gets the idea, his own hips speeding up the best they can without faltering.

“sorry, damn! it was just a- fuck, a question.”

you have nothing to say this time, your movements rolling back to meet his and your increasingly louder moans speak for you. and judging by the way his face screws up each time, this conversation isn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m gonna cum- y/n. please, can I please cum?”

if it weren’t for the pure need in his voice you would’ve made fun of him for cumming so quick. but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t on the brink as well.

“fine, Ziggy.”

with your choked out permission, he spills inside of you with a loud moan. lucky for the both of you, his parents aren’t in.

after a couple seconds of afterglow he realizes he’s been stagnant. with a deep breath he works up the courage to speak.

“did- did you cum?”

you lift your head from the pillow, neck craning to glance over your shoulder. you were gonna lie, make him feel good about himself. but when you see the pathetic glint in his brown eyes you can’t bring yourself to do it. he knows he didn’t get you there.

a soft sigh leaves his lips when you shake your head sympathetically, shoulders flexing a gentle shrug as if to say you don’t mind. and really, you don’t. you enjoyed what you did get out of this. but he isn’t gonna take that as a win.

“I could…eat you out? I mean- only if you want! I’ve never actually done it, but I’ve seen videos- shit, that sounds bad.“

an awkward beat passes, his hand finding yours timidly between the two of you as he shifts to sit between your legs.

“I’ll try my best.”

a shaky breath full of nerves ghosts over the plush skin of your thighs. his long shaggy hair tickles the same spot as he shakes it softly in attempt to clear his vision.

he giggles almost giddily at the view in front of him. you spread open, his cum and your arousal leaking out and coating the surrounding areas. it’s almost enough to make him cum again just from the sight of you like this.

“just tell me what feels nice, ok?”

you nod at his request, your fingers already threading through the tussled strands of hair atop his head. he practically purrs at the sensation, neck lulling down to press a wet kiss onto your pulsing clit.

you don’t even try to conceal the heavy sigh you let out almost immediately. he of course notices, lets it get to his head, and starts his clumsy ministrations.

your head rolls back onto the pillow your face was once shoved into, similar noises escaping as they did before.

his tongue works with eager effort, lips cupping your clit and sucking harder than you expected. he hums lowly at your gasped reaction and the taste of the two of you, sucking gentler this time in fear of causing discomfort.

he learns quickly what you seem the like the best. using his observation skills to the best of his abilities since you seemingly forgot to verbally let him know.

his skills come in clutch as he doubles down. his tongue lapping up and down your entire slit, eyes rolling back slightly.

“Ziggy!”

it takes everything in him to not pull back to get a better view of your face as you cum, moaning his name sweetly. he ends up being grateful for his own restraint, the taste of you spilling onto his tongue like heaven.

he lets your hips twitch up against him for as long as you need. only pulling up once you pat his head like a dog who has done good.

“can I do that again?”

Ziggy may not have done much studying tonight, but he sure did learn something new about himself.

omg. yes.

Steve Harrington x fem reader

warnings: unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 u tap it ppl!), swearing.

Told Ya

“See? It’s not so bad now is it?”

Steve groans into your neck as he pushes you down harder against him, your pelvis’s kissing the same time your lips do.

“Damnit, Steve.”

He bites back a chuckle at the sound of your struggle to take him.

“So mean, sweetheart. I’m just tryna’ take care of my girl.”

The tip of his leaking cock grinds into the sensitive spot deep in your cervix making your eyes squeeze shut, a desperate gasp tearing from your throat and into his mouth.

“I dunno if I can take it, honey.”

“Oh I think you can. Just relax for me, yeah?”

To prove his point he rolls his hips up again, this time the discomfort has seeped to pleasure, a soft almost timid moan slips past your kiss swollen lips.

“There she is. Told ya’ it’d feel good soon.”

Within minutes you find yourself wanting more. Your walls clenching and aching with each deep set thrust given.

“Steve, please.”

You aren’t even sure what you’re asking for. More? Less? The second his thumb rubs tight circles over your clit you get your answer.

His head tilts back as you lean to lay on his chest. The mixed pleasure almost becoming too much already. With the combination of his thumb speeding up, along with his thick pulsing cock slamming into that spot that makes your eyes roll back. You know you won’t last much longer.

“Shit, you’re squeezing me to death.”

Steve’s voice comes out gravely and raw against your ear. You clench harder, earning a shocked moan from him. His hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, not that either of you mind. After all, he’s been trying his best to hold back.

He can tell your close with each tremble of your thighs around his hips. Dragging his large hands over your ass to lovingly squeeze, he drives deeper.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your high. A shaky moan exhaling over the column of his neck as you do. Your fingertips practically tingle at the sensation of him making you ride it out.

Before it can become overwhelming he reaches his own climax. A huff of desperation and jolt of his hips and he’s there.

Usually he’d make more of a scene when reaching the finish line. But considering the two of you are hiding away on an old couch at the SQWK, it’s probably best that he doesn’t do the most.

“Told ya.”

Is all he can seem to get out after the fact. A breathless statement dripping with cocky sarcasm. Annoying? Yes. So him? Also yes.

a/n: woah I used the word “Cock”…someone sedate me pls! anyways…peace and love!! 🪿🧁

Could you draw Finn’s characters meeting (Mike, Richie, and Boris)?

— caribbean blue

— paladin/knight!mike wheeler x princess!fem!reader — oneshot/drabble

warnings: | light smut, kissing, angst if you squint, forbidden love, lots of ye old english (yippee), no use of y/n, uncapitalized on purpose

summary: | after being assigned as your protector for so long, the loyal knight mike wheeler comes to terms with his feelings for you, the princess who is just out of his armor-clad reach

mike wheeler was a respectable knight, sworn his undying loyalty to the crown since he was strong enough to wield a sword properly. he worked his way up from palace guard, showing his strength and fervor in battle, the way he protected his honor and his duty with such fierce power caught the king’s attention.