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Reese Girls >>>

"If i want to be humiliated i can take a math test"

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so is everyone coping well after that scene of dylan o’brien?

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Sooooooooo like Reese Wilkerson is my best friend ??? Idk what happened but

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More Reese x reader smut? Or Malcolm I love both

“RIDE THE SWEATS”

a reese wilkerson x fem!reader fic

CW! 17+ SMUT ✮⋆˙. best-friends ༘⋆ thigh-riding ༘⋆ modern au ༘⋆ aged 18 ༘⋆ dirty talk lav speaks… tysm for requesting! i literally wrote this in an hour so it was vv rushed but i love the concept.

reese wilkerson, walking around in only grey sweatpants with nothing on underneath. you, a hormonal teenager that’s ovulating, nothing wrong with that, right?

it started out innocent, reese inviting you over, his parents were out to dinner and brothers doing god knows what. he knew that having you all alone gave the opportunity to make a move, after all best friends can touch each other sometimes.

walking into the wilkerson’s house, you were wearing silk pajamas, a nice set of shorts and cute lacy top. reese’s eyes slightly widened, but quickly darted back over to the television. “whatcha watching reese?”, you asked while closing the door behind you. reese’s eyes were too focused on your ass to process any of the words you just said.

“uhhh — monkeys”, he blurted. you turned around to face him and gave a questioning look. “monkeys?”, you were a little weirded out but brushed it off. his eyes closed then went back over to the tv. “yeah.. monkeys!”, he nodded getting slightly defensive.

you giggled slightly before making yourself comfortable next to him on the couch, “i figure we’re both going to sleep out here right?”. reese just gave a thumbs up, no response or anything. “okay reese, you’re acting really weird so you better fess up now or i’m leaving”, you demanded playfully. this wasn’t any help, your flirtatious demeanor, and the way you scooted closer to him, he was bound to break at any second.

“sorry — ‘m just frustrated, girls pissing me off you know”, he huffed. finally, the response you needed, but not the one you were hoping for. “oh”, you said, not really expecting that to be the problem, “well i’m here now so let’s not think about that, and let’s watch a movie?”. without a second thought, you both tried to grab the remote at the same time, him accidentally grasping the top of your hand.

reese jumped out of his seat, and headed towards the kitchen in a hurry, “you know — uh i think i’m gonna make some popcorn.” unusual behavior filled the air, but you knew you couldn’t control reese’s antics. staying put on the couch, you started the scary movie as the popcorn began to pop. reese was still in the kitchen, cursing his every action towards you.

from the corner of your eye, you made eye contact with his abs, god his slutty waist. his sweats hung low on his hips, just enough to see the end of his happy trail. you couldn’t tell if he was flexing, or if that’s how his chest naturally looked, but damn was it toned. reese’s eyes caught you glancing, you quickly turned your head away and pretended to focus on the movie.

footsteps echoed towards you as reese sat down, popcorn bucket in hand.

in his hands.

his hands were so nice, fingers so long, looking slightly rough but feeling soft. you had to stop these thoughts from clouding your mind, he was your best friend, hell bestest friend in the whole world. reese has his eyes peered upon your body, and your face as you stared intently at the movie, trying not to focus on all the dirty thoughts of him.

the movie was just at the beginning, but got slightly boring. adjusting in your seat, you placed a blanket over your body, making sure to keep a little room just in case reese was cold. that was the perfect idea, “hey, uh — can i share the blanket with you? it’s getting a little cold.”

your eyes glanced back over to reese, and you held the blanket out for him to go under. “thanks”, he smiled quickly, then dropping it as you looked away. reese’s thigh slightly touched yours, creating a sort of heat upon your body. a slight shiver ran down your spine as he adjusted his posture, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“reese can i ask you something, and you have to promise not to freak out or be weirded out by it?”, you questioned in a nervous tone. reese was slightly surprised, and a little nervous but nonetheless shook his head yes. “can i — god this is gonna sound so weird, okay let me explain — i just haven’t had someone touch me in a while and..” you began to trail off before he interrupted you.

“you want me to fuck you?”, reese questioned with his eyes widened. his mouth was slightly open, and his eyes darted anywhere but your eyes. he was rubbing his chin with his hand before you responded, “i mean when you put it like that.. i mean can you touch me? or like can i touch you.”

without a doubt, reese quickly nodded. “so how are we gonna do this?”, he asked. he wasn’t opposed to the idea at all, actually he was quite excited. “i guess — like can i ride you? or your thigh.. i just need some sort of friction.” reese was inaudible, thoughts forming in his brain about the possibility of this happening.

“yes.” with no second thoughts, you removed the blanket and stood up. quickly pulling down your silky shorts, you were left with nothing underneath. reese was shocked, and at a loss. he gathered up the courage to hold out his hand, offering you to straddle his thigh.

you held his hand, and positioned yourself upon his grey sweats, the sudden contact making you let out a breathy moan. reese’s eyes practically rolled in the back of his head, he couldn’t believe you two were doing this. immediately, his hands gripped your hips and began to guide you, wanting to make you feel good instantly.

you weren’t prepared for the sudden friction, which led to a string of whimpers and whines leaving your mouth. “fuck reese — ‘mm feels so good,” you whined. reese was already getting hot and bothered, his leg slightly shaky which made your experience ten times better. “yeah, it feels good baby?”, he coo’d.

reese began to guide you even further, bucking his leg up as your body grinded against his thigh. a wet spot was surely visible, or would be once you got up. “you’re doing so good, so fucking good baby.”

reese began to whimper as your high approached, your clit feeling the harsh contact and pressure against his clothed thigh. “so fucking speechless you can’t even speak hm? who’s the dumb one now”, he chuckled. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his large hand guided your body in a motion even your most experienced boyfriends couldn’t.

“kiss me, come on baby kiss me”, he repeated breathlessly. your lips found his quickly, tongue in mouth to get more attention. reese’s dirty talk sure put you over the edge, making you finish all over his sweats. he was hard, and he sure as hell almost came too. your hand grabbed his bicep as you rode your high out, leading every ounce of orgasm out of your body.

placing your head on his shoulder, you felt his hot breath by your ear, slight whimpers still coming out of him at a slow pace. “didn’t know you were that needy”, he whined. “you have no idea.”

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Just entered my Malcolm in the middle phase

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Malcolm In The Middle (2000)

Created by Linwood Boomer

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“ DEEP ”

a reese wilkerson x fem!reader fic

CW ! 17+ SMUT ✮⋆˙ established relationship ༘⋆ dry-humping ༘⋆ sub!reese + dom!reader ༘⋆ extra-needy reese lav speaks… reese is my new hyper fixation so i HAD to make a fic about him.

ten days without the touch of you and reese wilkerson has been off the hook. you had went on vacation, leaving reese to fend for himself. the constant loneliness was not getting eased even when you texted him, much less suggested to call him when you had the free gaps.

today was the day, you were coming home and spending the night at reese’s house. he had made sure to plan this thoroughly, clearing out his family from the house planned months in advance to go to a nice hotel assisted with the help of francis and piama. he had faked the sick trick, making it more believable by forcing himself to throw up and pass out.

lois was more than willing to part ways with him not knowing that you were yet to come back from vacation.

“i know that she’s still on vacation, that’s why i’m giving you a little trust reese to stay in and get rest.” lois knew something was ought to happen, but a free vacation was not something she was going to pass up on.

a knock on the door late at night after the wilkerson’s left was enough to make reese jump off of the couch and bolt towards the entrance. opening the door, he was faced with you holding an overnight bag and a huge smile on your face.

“reesey!”, you exclaimed, throwing your bag to the side and wrapping your arms around his neck. he stood there for a moment shocked from how soon your flight landed, but quickly put his arms around your waist and squeezed tightly. you two stayed there for a while, it seemed like forever not seeing each-other.

he groaned into the hug, already hard from the touch. you quickly pulled back, and pushed him away. “oh no no no! reese i want to talk, engage in conversation”, you whined. he covered his hard on, looking away from your eyes while replying back, “well you whining is not going to help the matter.”

“okay, come here let’s sit down”, you said grabbing his hand. he pulled away in an instant and you noticed him grow even harder from the touch. despite the slight hurt in your chest, you ignored it and proceeded towards his room and to the bed.

reese sat down beside you, but still kept his eyes away, scanning the room for something to distract himself with. “reese, if you’re gonna be like this all night then i might as well leave”, you spoke. his eyes darted to yours as his mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out.

“okay then, i’ll just leave”, you began to get up and walk towards the door before reese physically got onto his knees. “no don’t leave, i missed you so much”, he pleaded. you just laughed, your boyfriend was hilarious in these aspects. you jokingly started to walk away, but before you could even get out the door reese wrapped his arms around your legs.

“reese. what are you doing?”, you giggled. his body was contorted around your legs which made you stay in place “baby, i’m not actually going to leave, let me sit down.” he reluctantly pulled back from you so that he was back onto his knees again. his head was at the height of your chest, and his eyes battered up at you. “you’re so beautiful”, he spoke. this caused an instant blush to appear on your face. “what?”, you laughed awkwardly, it wasn’t something you expected him to just blurt out.

“you’re just gorgeous, and i love you”, he spoke softly while playing with your hands. without a second thought, you bent down slightly and placed your lips onto his, motioning for him to stand back up. still holding the kiss, you helped reese onto his feet as he slightly towered above you.

“i want to touch you”, he spoke gently, moving a hand to caress the back of your head. “really, tell me where you want to touch me?”, you spoke. “i’d rather show you”, he suggested. nodding quickly, you took off your shirt, and discarded it to the floor. reese did the same, but went a little further, discarding his sweats leaving him in only his boxers.

“hey, this isn’t fair! i think you should take off your pants too”, he stressed. you smiled and began to remove your pants, only leaving you in your bra and panties. “see reese, now it’s fair.” the distance was short between you two, it seemed that every second was an inch closer. reese began to play with your bra strap, fidgeting with it in his fingers and slightly pulling it down.

you slightly whined impatiently as reese became easily distracted with your lacy bra, and the way it felt in his hands. “reese!”, you slightly scolded trying to get the attention of the brunette boy. his eyes shifted towards yours, slightly licking his lips, and turning you around in a hot second.

within a snap, your bra was unclasped, and had fallen to the floor. your arms immediately went to cover your chest before reese turned you around again. “hm, why are you covering yourself baby?”, reese questioned. you stayed silent as his eyes raked your body and slightly raised his eyebrow at your stance. his hands reached up to uncover your body, without fuss you did as he motioned for.

a short breath left reese’s lips before his lips were back into yours in an instant. you groaned into the kiss, tugging onto his hair as he pushed you further back. you pulled back, “okay i’m sorry for teasing but this time i want to try something different.” he gave you a confused look before switching spots and pushing him onto the bed.

“stay there”, you spoke quickly before he had the chance to get up. he nodded in agreement before adjusting himself to a comfortable position. “i want to try being more dominant, and you being more — submissive.”

reese’s eyes slightly widened but a flash of darkness grew in his orbs. “i mean — i wouldn’t — i don’t..” he stuttered out in a mess. “you wouldn’t even wanna try it?”, you pouted. your body made its way closer to reese as his breath hitched in his throat, but of course he tried covering it with a fake cough. “it’s not that i wouldn’t want to try it..”, he trailed off. “then what is it?”, you asked. “i just think it would be too overwhelming.”

“reese. that’s the whole point”, you giggled before straddling him. “just listen to what i have to say and it will be all good, okay?” after those words were spoken, a small moan left reese’s mouth and a quick nod was brought upon from him. slowly but surely you began to grind your hips against his lap, you acted unfazed but reese was another story.

moans and whimpers left his mouth as his hands went to touch your waist. quickly swatting them away you warned him, “no touching, just let me make you feel good.” his eyes widened and you could tell he was slightly nervous, but his body was showing another form of expression. his hips bucked up incoherently, he was getting needier by the second.

his moans suddenly became louder before you placed a hand on his mouth. “shh, be quiet baby”, you cooed. his eyes darted to your lips and then your boobs. “hm, needy baby needs to touch me doesn’t he?”, you teased. this didn’t help reese’s case as he twitched in his boxers and almost came over the edge. reese’s mouth opened, and proceeded with the chance to get your fingers into his mouth.

in shock, you stopped what you were doing, but reese continued to suck on your fingers and give you a puppy dog eyed look. he thrusted his hips up to gain some type of friction, but you stood there in awe. you didn’t know reese was that kinky, like the type of kinky to put fingers in his mouth kinky. you weren’t complaining though.

“awe, poor baby, do you need to cum?”, you taunted. reese’s eyes rolled back as you began to slowly move back and forth against his covered bulge, still writhing with fingers in his mouth. words were trying to spill from his mouth before he went back to sucking, you noticed his hands bunching at the sheets too.

“come for me baby, please”, you whine out. immediately, reese’s head was thrown back and you removed your fingers to hear his cries. he moaned loudly, so loudly you were sure the neighbors heard him. feeling his cum through your panties, eluding from his boxers you became even more turned on.

through his labored breathing, reese finally spoke.

“now can i touch you?”

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guys i have a new obsession. reese wilkerson.

that pretty idiot may be the reason i start writing fics again!😚

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i fear that i haven’t posted in a month and it’s been because of lack of motivation :( i love you all and hope to be writing and posting soon !

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How I feel after crying over a literal x reader fanfic

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i loved ur ian work omgg. so glad someone is finally writing for his fine ass😭

AHH STAWP ILYYY 🤍 i promise i will be writing for him more and hopefully a part 2 to my last fic 😊

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your ian work 😋 i love it

AHHH stop 🤭 i really wanna make a part 2 to dujor, so hopefully it’s coming this week ;)

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DUJOR

an ian smith x fem!reader fic

synopsis - leaving you stood up at a restaurant leading to sex in the car isn’t the makeup you were hoping for, but it works

CW ! 17+ SMUT (fingering, car sex (semi), boyfriend-girlfriend concept)

lav speaks… i’ve only seen two other writers for ian, so i’m hoping this reaches the right audience ;) i left this open for a part two, so let me know if y’all want one!

1 year. your one year anniversary with him, and he was late. it was no surprise, typical ian. probably out smoking with his friends, or in the studio. but when you got all dolled up, and went to the nice restaurant he suggested in downtown, you at least expected him to show.

lightly tapping the glass, your nails were a prominent red, along with your dress. people passed by your table, looks of sympathy and comfort spread across their face as they saw the missing spot just across from you. “god, i look pathetic”, you mumbled under your breath.

“what was that?”, you heard a voice approach. desperately wishing it was ian in front of you, but being faced with the waiter whom you didn’t notice beforehand. “oh, nothing, just a couple more minutes i swear”.

minutes pass, and still nothing. no phone call, no text message, nothing. a burst of screams were heard from outside the restaurant. flashes of cameras, and loads of poparazzi invaded as you noticed a tall figure emerge through the glass door.

“called it”, you mumbled once again. not only was he late, but he was outside taking photos with fans, and signing different types of objects for their so called ‘autographs’. quickly standing up, you rushed towards him, seeing a bright smile on his face.

“hi baby-”, was soon cut off by you shoving around him, and out the door. he knew it was coming, nothing could avoid it. without a doubt, he followed after you, pushing through the crowds of poparazzi towards his black suv. only, you didn’t head towards the suv, you made your way down the street.

high heels clicking, the cold night of chicago brushed through your hair. it wasn’t overly crowded, seeing as it all formed wherever your boyfriend was heading. a pattern of footsteps followed behind you, and clicks of cameras eluded. feeling a large hand on your forearm, you quickly realized it was ian.

you had to keep your cool, nothing you didn’t want the poparazzi to see was not about to happen tonight. “yes?”, you questioned. “stop with the act, get in the car”, he chuckled through his teeth, obviously desperate to talk to you.

thinking about it for a second, you tapped your finger on your chin. “i’m okay”, you chuckled back. you could practically see the fumes coming out of his head as ian scoffed.

“okay then, if that’s what you really want baby”. his voice causing you to feel some type of way was not about to let him off the hook. as the poparazzi started to ask questions, you gave up your fight, and headed back towards the suv.

ian’s security opened the car door, him heading in first, then giving you a hand to help you in. the slick, black leather seats were comfortable, and the space was very roomy. it was private to say the least as there was a divider between the driver and back seats.

you sat away from ian, hands in lap, staring out the window as the car began to move. “c’mere”, he spoke, the words shooting sharply through heavy silence. no reply came out as you began to ignore his words. “baby, y/n, you don’t gotta act like that”, you could tell he was smirking through his every word.

butterflies erupted in your stomach as you could tell he was getting more whiny about it. suddenly, you felt a presence move from the other side of the car, to where you were sitting. a hand slipped onto your thigh, and began to massage up and down your dress.

a smirk slipped from your mouth, turning to face him but only to see him looking the other way, pretending not to be phased. play it that way, see what’s coming. sliding your velvet dress up a little, his hand touched bare skin. at first he tensed, but after a second he rested his hand and began to graze towards your inner thigh.

without a second thought, you moved his hand closer to your heat, not caring for what’s about to happen next. he played with your lace panties, slowly moving them to the side. he placed his fingers onto your pussy, all while staring completely into your direction.

by now your eyes were locked, noticing ian licking his lips, all whilst he was running through your folds. “does that feel good?”, he questioned all while knowing the answer. but before you could reply, he stuck a finger into you. a gasp came from your mouth in an instant, not expecting him to do that.

your head fell back as ian began to pump his finger in, and out of you. soon after, he added a second finger to the mix. strings of moans left your lips as he began to work his way deeper and faster. his soft lips attached their way to your neck, placing harsh kisses under the pressure.

“mhm — ian, ‘s so good”, you whimpered out. and you didn’t even notice that ian began to palm his bulge underneath his jeans until groans left his mouth. your eyes opened just in time to see him writhing around, and leaving a gasp of ‘fuck’ and ‘damn’ from his mouth.

the friction was too much, you began to ride his hand to build up your high. this led to him stopping his actions on himself, and focusing completely on you. “c’mon baby, you can do this”, he groaned out. he definitely enjoyed this just as much, or even more than you did.

your high was building even more, desperately to the point of finish. mumbles of praise left his mouth as your legs began to slightly shake, and incoherent words spewed from your mouth. just to add into the mix, he placed a finger onto your clit, slightly putting pressure and circular motions.

just the right spot. a sudden flash came upon you, and you felt warmth slowly spilling out onto the seats below you. out of breath, both you and ian looked at eachother, completely speechless to say the least. a sudden smirk came across his face as he took his fingers from your heat, and placed them in his mouth.

his hands were to die for, and you couldn’t process it. practically almost coming a second time, your hand grazed his jeans, all while he was still sucking on his fingers. he groaned, but before anyone could proceed, the car stopped.

“we’ve arrived”, the drive spoke.

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Just thinking of stiles going “oh yeah?”

did you guys hear me moan just now say yes if you did

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you're play-fighting, an argument about nothing. but the conversation is turning, tilting, the room getting warmer. he's manspreading on the couch across from the loveseat you're perched in, both of you waiting on scott and liam while they do some stupid werewolf stuff. well, it's not stupid, but.

sometimes it is.

"you're not half as talented at figuring people out as you put on." you tilt your nose up and scoff. what prompted that? something something who's smarter than who something something. stiles has a look in his eyes, his pupils like predatory slits as he watches you. it makes you want to press more of his buttons, just to see. "you couldn't figure me out with a map and a flashlight."

his lips turn up cockily. "already have. i don't need any assistance."

you drop the facade, curious now. "liar. name one thing about me that you figured out." layering on your skepticism to bait him, you cross your ankles in the seat, subtly pressing your thighs together.

not on purpose.

obviously.

he tilts his head at you, eyes dipping over your figure before meeting your gaze head-on. he's always been a bit more bold with just you two in a room arguing, like the environment gives him room to (metaphorically) spread his legs. you watch as he shifts his hips just slightly. "you like attention. compliments and gifts and touches. but it flusters you. as if you don't think you deserve it."

okay, asshole. you look away from him and fix your necklace. "that is so not hard to assume. i'm sure plenty of people feel that way." swallowing, you look over at him again. "especially girls."

stiles squints at you, crossing his arms over his chest. "alright, fine. you like it when you get- or i guess, from what i've experienced- you like it when i manhandle you. you make this face when you like something. it's..."

his jaw clenches, and he pauses like he's changing directions. "annoying."

you make an offended noise and narrow your eyes at him. "i do not."

"you do." he raises his brows in challenge. "you're making it right now."

"nothing you are doing is likeable, currently." you snap quickly.

stiles smirks, tilts his head at you. his hips are pushed out and his arms are crossed over his chest, making his biceps bulge a bit.

"oh yeah?"

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there are so many more "oh yeah" scenarios. guys he's an accidental whore i love him. on the phone late at night while you say "i'm so tired but i dont wanna hang up :(" he's like "oh yeah?" in the sleepy voice. wearing a skimpy fit lydia had you borrow and he's checking you out clearly half hard and you're like "yea i just borrowed it from lyds nbd" and he's like "oh yeah?" absentmindedly. making out he finds your sweet spot on your neck and you tell him "feels so good" and he's all condescending like "oh yeah?"

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the worst feeling is finding out that theres no fics for ur favorite celebs