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show-choir-gal · 1 year

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period sex with the slashers pls?

LETS GO ANON LETS GO!!! Under the cut is Poly!TLB (including Star), all three Sinclair brothers, and Billy/Stu/Mickey <3 Hope you enjoy!!

WORD COUNT: 971

WARNINGS: period sex, nsfw, blood, fingering, oral, gn!afab!reader

TLB

Literally the worst people to have period sex with

(or the best)

Don’t expect any down time when you’re on your period, at the very least the boys (and star) are going to be all over you

Marko especially, he’s going to be grabbing ahold of you and kissing you, smelling you

Like a dog but a really cute one :)

Dwayne might be the one who's more likely to leave you be, but that’s just because he knows once he…. Gets a whiff (sorry, i know, its gross) he's not going to be able to leave you alone

David is the one to initiate sex first, blood has never bothered him and it’s going to be even hotter if hes able to cover you in blood that isn’t from a wound

So expect lots of oral (they love the taste and smell of you, what can I say) and sex

Like deadass, you might not even need to wear underwear (or clothes) that week because someone is going to want to use you at all hours of the day

Star, Dwayne, and Paul will be the most gentle with you, not going to hard because they know you’re in pain from cramps

David and Marko??? Whole different story

This is the week that you’ll get a lot of love bites on your body, more than you normally would get

David will live in between your legs, he might not even want to go hunt this time of the month because you have a meal ready for him <3

Just make sure they don’t… over do it and you because they will literally eat you dry LMFAO

SINCLAIR BROTHERS

None of the brothers are afraid of blood, that much is certain

Lester is the most into it, he thinks its so fucking hot that you’d still want him to fuck you even if you were on your period

You have to bring it up to him first

Because if you don’t and he asks to have sex and you go ‘I’m on my period,’ he’s going to assume you don’t want to have sex with him because of that

He’s eating you out, idc the man carries roadkill around all day, eating your blood soaked pussy isn’t going to bother him

Lets all imagine his face buried between your legs before he pulls back, his entire mouth and chin and nose covered in blood and he has that shit eating grin

Yeah <3

Bo also loves period sex, but it might take a bit for him to be alright with eating you out while you’re on your period

Like a long term relationship type thing

But once he does it for the first time??? Good luck getting his mouth off of you

He loves fucking you in the garage with you strapped down to the chair (based on this fic by @aggravatetheaxe because holy shit its perfect!!! like that’s bo babey!!! also follow jack mwah)

Fingers you until his entire hand is covered in blood

Might make you clean him up, whether that be by sucking his cock clean, licking up his fingers, or kissing him

It’s only fair YOU get a taste of yourself too, right??

Vincent, for some reason, seems like the one you’d have to try and convince

Not because he thinks its gross or anything, but because he knows periods can be painful and he doesn’t want to make it hurt more

Tell him it’s alright and mayyyybe have him catch you fingering yourself and he’ll get right on it

Fucks you from behind and will use your blood and cum to cover your body, especially your nipples

GHOSTFACE

Billy and Stu looooove them some period sex fr

Stu will eat you out for hours, nice and slow, if you let him

Billy, while he’s totally up for eating you out too, wants to fuck you

Seeing his cock covered in your blood is so hot to him, the feeling of it around him when hes thrusting into you

He gets drunk off of it I stg

Both of them would be a little less likely to try and initiate sex just because they don’t want to push you if you’re not feeling up for it

If you want to initiate it though…. They’re so down, please let them

Mickey is also into period sex but is not going to be forthcoming with it

When you’re on your period he’s going to try and avoid all sex conversation lol, but you can definietly tell he’s more handsy

Grabs your waist, will kiss your neck, might offer to finger you if you’re up for it

But when you ask if he’d ever think about fuck you while you’re on your period, you essentially opened the fucking floodgates

Mickey will be buying you more sheets because the ones you have will be stained to hell and back

Also loves the sight and feel of your blood on him and he’s going to finger you first and spread your blood over your thighs and stomach, might get super into it and start making some… vaguely threatening comments about making you bleed more while he fucks you

If you ask him about it after he’s like ‘lol… 😐i was in a silly goofy mood’ because he wouldn’t ever actually stab you or anything

But maybe the thought is hot to him idk hes a freak i love him

He will also eat you out with no hesitation but if he does that then you have to kiss him and suck him off after he fucks you

Talks up the taste of your period blood which like

Is a big confident booster but in a weird way

Like you love how metallic i taste 🥺? bae stooooppppp it you’re making me blush

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show-choir-gal · 1 year

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What did you do for Easter, Meg? Oh you know, colored eggs and wrote sacrilegious porn, hbu? Couldn't stop thinking about the comments on this post so surprise whores here you go

Worship

Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

Bo has a few sins to confess and in the process he commits a whole bunch of new ones.

2.5k words. Smut. Super blasphemy, like so bad, and lots of religious ideas and phrasing. Oral (fem!receiving) and PnV sex in a semi-public extremely inappropriate place w/ creampie at the end bc that's what we deserve. Soft Bo, almost sub Bo if you squint. Reader wears a dress & heels and uses she/her pronouns. Extensive liberties taken with confessional booth architecture and suit pants physics.

A note: this can be read as a non-chronological part of my ongoing dilf Bo series or as a standalone.

You haven't been in this church since you were a teenager. Your eyes wander up and over the stained glass, the soaring rafters. It's a beautiful building, stately, tranquil.

"Got somethin' I need to confess," Bo whispers with his lips against your ear. Goosebumps roll down your skin.

You shoot a sidelong glance down the pew at your parents, less than two feet away. They're holiday Catholics and the sermon has them rapt, like tourists watching a wild animal from the safety of their vehicle.

You incline your head subtly in Bo's direction and hold your breath so you don't miss his next words.

"I can't get you outta my head."

You exhale slowly and shift on the bench, careful not to set the ancient wood creaking. When you sneak a look at him, he's the picture of innocence, taking in the gospel like a man who doesn't need it. You clasp your hands on your lap.

Casually, like he's commenting on the father's delivery, Bo leans in again and murmurs, "Bet you'd let me touch you here, huh? Get my hands under that little skirt...."

You shiver and shift. The bench tattles on you and your mother sends a reprimand your way with her eyes. You tug the hem of your skirt towards your knees and try to channel a modicum of the faux virtue sitting to your left.

He quiets down and behaves himself for just long enough that the flame flickering in your center dies down to an almost-appropriate level, but the heat of his leg against your bare thigh keeps you from turning all your thoughts to God. The weight of his hand on the small of your back as he guides you out of the pew for Communion is a stitch past purity. The look he manages to slip you as the father places the wafer in his open mouth makes you feel like you need to get back in line for a second pass at contrition, and maybe this time you'll mean it.

His hand brushes across your ass as you scoot back into the pew and you think about obedience, how you hate to be told what to do but you'd drop to your knees for him right now, right here, if he'd promise to quell the simmer he's started between your legs.

The father is thanking those who helped prepare the picnic on the lawn outside and Bo props his arm on the back of the bench, leans close and lets his lips graze your skin, and whispers, "Meet me up there once everybody's outside." He gestures with a nod.

You look at him with wide eyes. "The confessional?" you hiss.

He winks at you.

You follow your parents out onto the green, but Bo doesn't follow you. In fact you lose him immediately in the crowd, can't help but search for him among the abundance of pastel dresses and khaki suits. You agree vapidly with everything your mother says about the mass, nod politely at all your dad's closest acquaintances.

You excuse yourself at the second or third possible opportunity, afraid of running into the father if you sneak back too soon. Your footsteps are deafening in the now silent sanctuary, your eager uncertainty echoing back at you like an accusation.

Bo is nowhere to be seen, but neither is the clergy, so you step lightly across the stone floor and approach the confessional booth. The penitent's bench is hardly private, hung with a red curtain that only conceals from the waist up. You duck instead into the priest's chamber and inch the door closed behind you, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding once you're safely out of sight.

The small space is dimly lit by a single bulb recessed in the ceiling and the fractured light coming in through the screen on the one side. There's a bench built into the back wall and furnished with a velvet cushion. You sit, adjusting your skirt, and think about guilt.

Abruptly the door flies open and Bo slips inside, closing it all the way behind him. He's appropriately debonair in a blue suit, white shirt, no tie. For a moment, he looks a touch harried, glancing over his shoulder to be sure the door is closed. But then he looks down at you, meets your gaze, and flashes you a grin.

"Well what do we have here?"

You move to stand and he shakes his head, fighting to shrug off his suit coat in the confined space. "Don't get up, darlin', you're perfect right there. Betcha this is the first time anyone with tits has sat in that seat."

You giggle, a touch nervous. He reaches his hand out for yours and brings your knuckles to his lips. His mustache prickles your skin.

"You enjoy the mass?"

You're not sure if he's serious. "...parts of it, yeah."

He smiles. "Which parts?"

You open your mouth for a sharp reply but your gaze is hung up on his lips and when he shifts his weight you become unbearably aware of how close his bulge is to your face.

Bo laughs low and squeezes your hand. "I myself had a hard time focusin' on the good word. Had my mind on...other things." He eyes you with something like mischief. "I was hopin' maybe you could help me...unburden myself."

The smell of him is slowly permeating the tiny space, overwriting the stuffy scent of incense and oiled wood with tobacco and aftershave. He barely fits, too tall, shoulders too broad. He could swallow you whole and you wish he would.

"Anything you want," you say softly.

Bracing himself against the walls, he sinks to his knees in front of you. The pattern of the screen is emblazoned on his face in light. The wood pops and creaks. You remember to breathe.

"I'm a sinner, darlin'." He gazes up at you through those lashes, smiling sheepishly, big hands curving around your calves. "Done too much wrong to confess. Can't even remember it all."

You touch his cheek, brush your thumb over the crow's feet at the corner of his eye. "Start small."

His hands slide down to your ankles and he works at the strap of your heels with ungainly fingers. "I been tellin' lies, baby." He slips off one shoe and starts on the other. "Your mama asked me if I've been seein' anyone and I said no." His thumb runs along the arch of your foot. "Your daddy asked me if I knew where you was the other night and I told him I didn't have a clue."

He wraps his fingers around your ankles and squeezes gently, and then pulls your legs open. You stifle a gasp, try to press your thighs together to maintain a smidgen of modesty.

Bo kisses your knees. His hands creep up the outside of your legs. "Been gamblin'. Riskin' my reputation, my livelihood."

"Why would you do that?" you whisper.

He grins against your skin. His fingers are sneaking beneath your skirt. "Well y'see, there's this girl...."

You bite your lip as he curls one finger around the waistband of your panties on either side and tugs them down your thighs.

"She ain't for me...but she's all I want. And that's another thing." He tucks your panties in his pocket and you pretend you don't notice. "I been plagued by lustful thoughts. Day and night I'm thinkin' about this girl, thinkin' about the sounds she makes...picturin' her underneath me...." He guides your knees apart, drags his mouth over your skin, lighting you up from the outside in. His shoulders are solid under your hands, a foundation to cling to.

"See, I know it's wrong, but whenever she's around me I just...forget myself. Start wonderin' what she's got on under her clothes, what I gotta do to get 'em off of her...." He nips at your flesh, one, two, three up your thigh, and you gasp each time. "Keeps me up at night wishin' she was in my bed." He pauses, looks at you with cocked eyebrows. "I think about her damn near every time I defile myself, which is...often."

You exhale slowly, release the death grip you have on his shirt and run your fingers through his hair. "Sounds like you've got a lot of penance to do."

Bo lets out a helpless chuckle. "I know it, baby. I'm desperate." He blinks up at you, looking earnest. "I'm hopin' you got some salvation to offer me."

"I might." You tug your skirt up, baring yourself to him, and he groans, fingers digging into your flesh. "But you've got to earn it."

He inches forward and pins your legs open on either side of his shoulders. "Never been much of a god-fearin' man," he says, "but I know how to worship." He bows his head and you close your eyes when you feel his breath on your skin. "What d'you know about devotion, angel?"

"Nothing," you say, breathless. "Teach me."

The first pass of his tongue is feather-light and devastating and you sigh as that flickering flame roils brightly back to life. He teases the edge of your entrance, warming you up with the heat of his attention. You make a small sound and he responds with a slow, insistent lick up the length of your slit that makes you whine and clutch at his hair.

He cradles your clit in the cup of his lips and venerates you with his tongue in lazy spirals, up and over, and your blood throbs in the same rhythm. He sucks gently, and then harder, and you moan in the bliss of transubstantiation as his mouth makes the mundane into the divine.

With a growl in the back of his throat he hoists your legs onto his shoulders and penetrates you with his tongue, lapping at your pussy in search of absolution. Your eyes bounce around the blank ceiling of the booth as your hips buck mindlessly against his chin. His mustache tickles your lips, beard coarse against your inner thighs.

"Bo," you gasp as he sucks hard at your clit, "oh, god."

"I'm a bad person, baby," he mumbles. "Promise."

"No." You try and fail to stifle a cry, back arching, toes curled. "You're so good...you're so good."

Between your gasps you hear the sound of footsteps on the stone. Your steady-building climax skids to a halt and you stare wide-eyed at the confessional door.

Bo doesn't stop. In fact, he redoubles his efforts.

You clamp your hand over your mouth, trying desperately to keep still even as your body flexes and writhes against your will. You can hear two voices--you recognize one as the father but the other could be anybody, some stranger, some sinner seeking Easter confession.

Bo seals his mouth over your cunt and grinds his tongue against your clit again and again, gripping your ass, holding you to him as you squirm and seek purchase on the featureless walls.

The voices are getting closer and against all odds, so is your release. You're past the point of redemption, couldn't stave it off if you wanted to.

"Bo," you squeak under your breath, clawing at the back of his neck, grasping the edge of the seat, "please--"

He grunts softly. He's devouring you, hellbent on a miracle, bound and determined to introduce you to God. And seconds later, when your cup runneth over and your spine arches against the velvet and you have to sink your teeth into the meat of your palm to keep from howling his name, you see starbursts of pastel pink and sky blue behind your eyes and figure this is probably the closest you'll get to the pearly gates.

Your breath is hitching in your chest and you feel him slip out of your hands and you whimper, floating back into your body, unsteady as you try to sit up straight on the bench. The voices and footsteps are fading and you breathe a sigh of relief and release.

His hands are on your arms and he's coaxing you to your feet, supporting your weight on behalf of your shaking legs, turning you around in the tight space and murmuring in your ear.

"Need you, baby, right now, c'mere. Need to be inside you. Let me--"

He takes your place on the bench. He's undone his belt, freed his cock from his pants, and you clamber eagerly into his lap and let him guide you down onto him. Your head lolls back as he pushes into you, fills your empty space. The image of him looking desperately up at you is burned into the back of your eyelids.

"Angel," he breathes as he takes your face in his hands and brings your mouth to his. His kisses are hot with lust, with greed, with envy of everyone who's ever touched your lips before him. You can smell yourself in his beard, sweet and heady like original sin.

You move, rocking back and forth on his cock, and he moves you, hands on your hips, your skirt in disarray, his shirt falling open as you wrestle with the buttons. He pulls you closer, pulls himself deeper, and you can feel his heart pounding when you brace yourself on his chest.

"Ain't gonna last long," he pants. "So fuckin' tight, baby, so perfect...."

"That's okay, that's okay," you say, stumbling over your words. The frame of the booth is groaning in legitimate complaint, the entire structure trembling slightly, and you're going to get caught, surely you are, and you'll be cast out together beyond the reach of forgiveness but that might be alright as long as you've got him with you.

You press yourself against him, as close as you can get and not close enough. He cums with his face buried in your chest and your name in his mouth like a prayer. The kick of his cock inside you grants you another little climax, a little death, little moans jarred from your lips with each waning thrust of his hips.

"Kiss me," you whisper, and he obeys, his eyes glazed, his gaze soft and adoring. His needy grip on your waist melts into caresses and you finger the buttons of his shirt like rosary beads. One is missing; you're both hopelessly disheveled, undeniably sin-touched. You push his hair off his forehead and back into place. "Did this help?"

He shakes his head and laughs quietly. "No."

"Made it worse."

"Yeah."

"Sorry."

"'S okay." He kisses you again. "You're forgiven."

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show-choir-gal · 1 year

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Headcanons for Perv Wednesday Characters x Reader

A/N: includes ajax, enid, rowan, tyler, wednesday, and xavier

TW: perving, nasty nasty perving, voyeurism, panty stealing, IDK THEY ALL NASTY NSFWWWWWWW

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Wednesday characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Wednesday Taglist: @jamespotterismydaddy @ietss @parkerraeken

Ajax Petropolus

-ajax is such a chill dude, but he's a massive perv

-definitely pretends to be dumber than he actually is so he can get "tutored" by you in whatever subject

-acts like a total dumb dumb when he sees you so the minute he answers something right, he gets extra praise

-constantly staring at your chest or ass and pretending he's not actually staring he's just "zoned out" because he's stoned

-makes perverted jokes around you just to make you blush because he likes thinking of other ways he'll be able to make you blush when he finally gets you underneath him

-kinda wants to tag team you with xavier, because one of his fantasies is sharing a girl with his best friend

-always offering to let you walk up the stairs ahead of him or anywhere ahead of him not because he's a gentleman but because he's a fucking perv and wants to get a nicer view of that booty of yours

-kind of more... childish about being a perv? not the type to steal underwear or anything, but more of the dirty jokes, secretly fantasizing type

-has definitely asked xavier to draw you making out with him, xavier's had enough

Enid Sinclair

-she's so cute and bubbly like who would actually think enid sinclair is a perv?

-sorry she's a MASSIVE perv

-she'll sneak into your dorm and just lay in your bed naked, rolling around on your sheets

-will prob also get herself off while laying in your bed, pretending it's you doing it for her

-loves asking if she can borrow your clothes, just because she likes wearing something she knows you've worn

-deadass steals your underwear and wears it then brings it back she's fucking weird for this

-will pretend to be sad about ajax or whoever and ask to come snuggle in your dorm in your bed with you

-loves resting her head on your chest and pretending it's completely innocent (she just tryna feel up the tiddies sry to bust your bubble)

-she gets away with a lottttt because you think, hey it's enid, she's a total sweetheart

-she'll definitely annoy the fuck out of wednesday with how much the poor girl ends up having to cover for her or just listen to her thirst over you

Rowan Laslow

-rowan is such a dirty freaky nasty perv sorry

-you think he's this sweet, nerdy, unassuming boy, so you let your guard down around him

-he's always got those glasses on, so you can never really tell if he's looking down your shirt when you're sitting together studying (he totally is)

-definitely uses his powers to create situations where he has to "save" you

-you're in fencing with him, he spies on you changing in the locker room, he's nasty for that but sorry

-definitely gives panty stealing vibes (he prefers the ones you've worn recently, he's nasty)

-constantly staring at your lips when you're in class together, cannot get his mind off what it would be like to kiss you among other things, like if you're eating anything like a banana or a lollipop this man is BRICKED TF UP and ready to go rub one out he physically cannot deal with it

-very jealous, hates seeing you with wednesday or xavier or whoever

-xavier knows about his whole pervy obsession and tries to mind his own business but when rowan's rubbing one out in the middle of the night, saying your name it makes it kinda rough for xavier to pretend he doesn't notice

Tyler Galpin

-tyler's definitely a massive perv, he's spilled coffee on you at weathervane more than a few times just to get a look at you in a wet shirt

-fantasizes about hunting you down as the hyde and having his way with you

-he's a boob guy for sureeeee, loves it when you wear necklaces that rest just around your collar bone or cleavage because he imagines himself pulling you in by your necklace and kissing you before fucking you

-seeing even a bra strap and a slight bit of your underwear is enough to make this dude go feral and have to run outside and breathe to get a hold of himself

-honestly, he's so fucking horny for you all the time, it's a little pathetic

-has definitely broken into your dorm and stolen your panties and bras

-not above using his hyde abilities to transform and spy on you, especially if you're in your dorm alone and getting yourself off

-literally wants to kill any guy who touches you, does not give a fuck who

-probably the only one of the pervs who'll actually try and make good on their fantasies

Wednesday Addams

-it's so unexpected for her to be a perv because it's wednesday, like does she even actually like anyone?

-but that's what makes it so easy for her, you're so desperate for her approval and friendship, that she just easily weasels her way into every aspect of your life

-she's not an overtly sexual perv, at least at first

-it starts off slow, resting her head on your shoulder until soon, she's resting it on your chest "wanting to listen to your heartbeat"

-the only time she's ever interested in shopping with the girls is when you're going because she wants to see you try on all your cute new outfits and pretend you're modeling them just for her

-definitely written a few songs on her cello about you, likes playing them for you because you get this really glazed over look in your eyes admiring her and she can't help but wonder if that's what you'd look like if she was making out with you

-she's very weary of physical intimacy but for her? even holding your hand feels a bit pervy but she does it quite happily

-in all honesty? she's the least pervy of the pervs, it's mostly just her being a girl with her first crush and feeling weird about it, not really understanding how she feels

Xavier Thorpe

-this man has created a whole pornographic library with his artwork of the two of you even if you've never so much as kissed or even talked to him

-he's a tortured artist, he gets a little obsessive, always staring at you, undressing you with his eyes

-has spent the whole night awake fantasizing about you before, comes to class with dark circles, wearing them like a badge of honor

-if you're in archery with him, he's definitely pressing himself up against you, the man thinks he's chris pine in the princess diaries 2

-he's definitely spied on you changing before and has absolutely zero regrets about it

-feels his blood boil anytime you talk to tyler at weathervane when you're all in jericho, because why the fuck do you need to talk to that normie

-another underwear thief/panty smeller

-also enjoys smelling your hair whenever you're near him, actually buys a shampoo that smells similar to yours so when he gets himself off in the shower, it smells like you

-always pretends to forget his book in class so he can lean over you and share your book with you

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show-choir-gal · 1 year

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Dating Tyler Galpin Would Include...

Navigation | Request Guidelines | Who I Write For | Tyler Galpin Playlist

Pairing: Tyler Galpin x GN!Reader (No pronouns)

Warnings: sfw, fluff, mentions of mommy/daddy issues

a/n: also to let you guys know that this is my first time doing a 'aesthetic' for my stories. I'm still trying to figure out a way to layout my stories because I love pictures and color themes and want to add that to my stories. Anyways sorry for the long rant that enjoy this HC!

*No spoilers included*

Don't forget to like, share, reblog and comment on what you think!

• He's the literal perfect definition of a golden retriever boyfriend

• So soft on many levels

• When he first saw you when you walked into the Neathervane coffee shop, he couldn't believe his eyes of how beautiful you were

• Loves holding your hand a lot

• Coffee just practically reminds you of him everywhere you go

• Having cute picnics dates together

• Walking around Neathervane just talking in the dark sky of autumn at 5pm brings butterflies

• Is protective over you

• Holds you close by him especially because of his mommy issues

• Whenever something reminds him of his mommy issues, he starts to be fidgeting thinking you'll leave him

• But you assure him and hold him, putting a kiss on his forehead that you won't leave him

• Always remembers tiny details of you

• Like your favourite ice cream flavor, how you like your coffee, favorite flower, favorite weather, he takes note of you

• When he gets you the wrong thing, he apologizes so much and will go get the thing you like even though you tell him it's fine. But he won't let it slide that he got you the wrong thing

• Sharing playlists with each other

• When you two are alone, you like to listen to music together with each earbud in opposite ears

• He just loves you so much and will do anything for you

Thanks for reading! Don't forget to heart, reblog, share, comment on your thoughts, and follow for more works! You can also find me on Wattpad and my other socials in my bio. Feedback is always much appreciated!

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show-choir-gal · 1 year

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coffee shop meet cute with tyler being dumb and dorky 🥲

i love this idea so much. dorky tyler?? yes please

. . .

being a student, coffee was your best friend and there was a certain coffee shop that you frequently went to and it had nothing to do with the coffee.

the coffee was actually trash but the barista, well let’s just say he was the only reason you visited.

he was the definition of dorky and was the sweetest guy you knew and you didn’t even really know him. you knew he was also a student and worked part time as a barista. he had curly golden hair that you itched to run your fingers through, green eyes and a smile that could make your day better with one look.

it seemed like when you visited, it immediately brightened his day but of course you didn’t know that for sure. your friends were convinced he had a crush on you but you didn’t want to make any assumptions although you did have your suspicions because of how he acted around you. he was calm and courteous with every customer who walked through the doors but when it came to you, he was awkward and shy. it was adorable.

you wanted to ask him out, but you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle the embarrassment if he said no and you definitely wouldn’t be going to that coffee shop again. so you waited, learning his schedule (which you ignored your friends when they said it was creepy), and drank the terrible coffee and spent a couple hours there studying when you knew he was working.

maybe it was a little creepy.

towards the end of your fall semester, you were starting to think that maybe you should just give up but one day before you left, tyler slipped you a coffee before you left saying it was on the house and you didn’t notice until you got home the phone number scribbled on the side of the cup.

maybe it wasn’t hopeless after all so you plucked up the courage and called him later that evening.

he picked up on the phone on the third ring.

“hello?”

“hey, it’s the girl from the coffee shop.” you said and nearly banged your head on the table in embarrassment. the girl from the coffee shop? good one.

it didn’t seem to phase him though because you could hear his smile through the phone when he asked, “does the girl from the coffee shop have a name?”

“Y/N.” you said quickly.

“well it’s nice to put a name to your face.” he joked. “i’m tyler.”

you nearly said i know but that would definitely be creepy.

“would you want to get coffee sometime?” you asked instead and he laughed.

“i’d love to, as long as it’s not at Weathervane. have you noticed how awful the coffee is?”

you grinned. “well, i wasn’t coming to the cafe for the coffee.”

and that was how it all started.

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show-choir-gal · 2 years

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What positions do you think are the slasher's (particularly Thomas and Lester) favorite positions would be and why?

ahh thank you so much for this ask! I am doing my best since I tbh don't know a lot of positions or their names so be patient 💀

Warnings: Mentions of different sex positions, face sitting, gender neutral, Bubba is gender fluid, light mentions of choking and knife play, light mentions of bondage, swearing, I think that's it.

Slashers and their favorite position(s) with their S/O(NSFT):

Thomas Hewitt:

Missionary. He is very into the intimate positions, and this one has to be one of his favorites. It allows him to keep eye contact and watch your expressions. Plus he can feel your body a lot better from this position. He also finds it traditional, and that adds to the intimacy of it for him. A bonus is he gets to kiss you a lot in this position.

Cowgirl. Save a horse, ride a cowboy Tommy. If you ride him he'll simply pass away. He loves it so much. He's very much into visuals, and this visual is outstanding for him. Not only does he love the views, but the ability to touch you, and allow you to take care of him. He could die this way, honestly. He would have zero complaints.

I don't know the name for this one. He'd enjoy putting your legs over his shoulders while he has sex with you. Not only does it give you another angle, that you seem to enjoy. But he feels like he's able to go deeper within you. Plus, this man has a breeding kink and would love this position since he feels like it fills you full easier, and keeps you full until he lays you back down. Even if he is cumming into a condom, or you're on the pill/can't get pregnant, it's the thought that keeps him going.

Over the counter. If he's in a wild mood, and you do something to tease him in the basement and he's sure the two of you won't get caught. He isn't opposed to bending you over the counter so he can pound into you. He goes extra crazy when you reach back and touch his thighs or arms. And if you hold his hand he's swooning.

Bubba Sawyer:

Missionary. Like Thomas they would be really into the intamacy from missionary, plus the traditionalism to it. I think they'd enjoy being able to keep eye contact with you, and the ability to hold sweet kisses with you. Plus their hands can wander and feel your soft skin in contrast to their own.

Cowgirl. Again... RIDE THEM. They will be an absolute babbling mess underneath you. Especially if this is your first sexual experience, they might prefer it even. Since they do know they're rather strong and they don't wanna hurt you. So this is ideal for the both of you. It allows you to set the pace, plus then they kind of have a better idea on how to treat your body when they top the next time. Plus they love being able to hold your thighs while they watch you bounce up and down on them. And do not fret, if you get tired they'll grab your hips and help you out.

OG Michael Myers:

I don't know the name for this one. He'd be into standing in front of the bed, with your hips in his hand while he fucks into you. Something about towering over you in such a vulnerable position really gets him going. Plus, watching your body inch further away from the end of the bed with each thrust, before he's pulling you back to the end of the bed is exhillerating to him.

Over the counter - or any surface, really. Whether you be on your stomach or on your back he doesn't mind. He just loves fucking you on surfaces that aren't meant to be fucked on. Like the counter top when you go to get a glass of water, or the washing machine when he catches you doing laundry. He's not picky.

I don't know the name for this one. He enjoys having your back against his body while you're kneeling on the end of the bed. He's slid between your legs pounding up into you with his hand around your throat. If you're up to it, his other hand might even have his knife dragging over your bare skin. If not his hand just has a death grip on your thigh.

Doggy Style. He loves this position because then he's able to shove you down into the mattress. It gives him the dominance he craves. The ability to pull you up by your hair or chest so you're snug up against his chest. Or to just push you further into the matress while he screws you silly.

RZ Michael Myers:

Stradling. He wouldn't be into it at first, you would definitely have to warm up to him with the idea, but he winds up loving it. He enjoys having you on his lap while the two of you are on the couch watching TV. Whether you ba facing him ot the TV is up to you. You start grinding, and his grip tightens, and soon his hands are ripping your pants/skirt/shorts/whatever you're wearing away so he can slip himself inside of you. He likes this better than cowgirl though because if you try and tease him with slow movements he can position his feet, grab your hips, and set the pace for you.

Over anything. Like OG Michael he likes fucking you on surfaces not meant to be fucked on. He especially loves countertops and desks. You both may have broken a few desks because of this. It's kind of his first resort when the two of you first have sex, since it was messy and an in-this-moment type deal.

Spooning. When the two of you are further in the relationship, he warms up and leans a bit more away from the rougher sex to the more tender stuff(though it's considered tender by him, you'd beg to differ 90% of the time). He likes slipping behind you while you're layng on your side, hands feeling you up, preventing you from turning to face him so he can start grinding up into you until you get the idea. Or he tells you what he wants and waits for you to agree. He likes being able to hold you without you being able to see his face, able to burry his face in the back of your head/neck while he has sex with you.

Lester Sinclair:

Face Sitting. Please, sit on his face. He'd be pretty open to asking you too. He ain't beating around the bush, and he doesn't care about your side, because damnit, he loves it. He enjoys being drowned by everything you. Your flesh, scent, your hands tugging at his hair. The ability to look up and lock eyes with you. He loves all of this.

Cowgirl. Fuck, he's a whore for you taking care of him, so this is one of his favorites. Absolutely loves it when you praise him in this position too, he's a whimpering mess while he paws at your body and begs for you to move faster.

Straddling. He's a fan of this since he'll have you go with him when he goes out driving. So if the two of you get a little hot and heavy you can just slip into his lap, and he's lovin' it.

Missionary. He's kind of simple like this and enjoys it. It may not be too interesting, but if you bring up bringing something into it he's willing to try it out. Whether it be bondage, or knife play. He does love just plain Missionary though since he likes the intimacy of it. He's a whore for intamacy and you cannot change my mind on that.

If he's feeling a bit wild, he enjoys bending you over things. It could be anything, back of his couch, the table, his tailgate, anything. He just loves being able to push you down and take control every so often. He's a Big SwitchTM.

Bo Sinclair:

Knees to Chest. Something about it he just loves. Bending you in half to not only reach that perfect angle for you, but the perfect view for him. Plus he can hold and squeeze your thighs, and he loves the bruises he leaves behind from just that, alone.

Anything with bondage. I really think he has a big bondage thing goin' on. He would like tying you up and having his way with you. And, if he really feels comfortable and you ask nicely, he might even let you tie him up. Though it would take a lot of pleading, and maybe even a deal of sorts.

Blowjobs. I don't know if this counts as a position, but I really feel like he's into them. Especially if they're in public. He's in his shop, and you drop to your knees. He shoots you a glance, but you know he's not gonna tell you to stop. He's definitely making it up to you later.

Wall sex. He loves shoving you up against the wall and taking you there. He likes the control he feels from it. This is also a big go to for him when hate fucking. The feel of having you cornered while he fucks you makes him feel like he won whatever you two were fighting about.

Vincent Sinclair:

Cowgirl. Like his baby brother, he's very much into you taking control, and taking care of him. He loves watching your body bounce on his cock while your hands rest on his thighs or his chest. Plus the ability to touch you in this position. He loves it. Also the fact you can lean down and smother him in kisses. He feels very loved in this position.

Head between your thighs. He loves giving you oral a LOT. He enjoys you lying on your back while he takes care of you since he feels like the both of you are more relaxed, and then you don't worry about hurting him if you sit on his face - which he doesn't really care anyways. You could crush him, he wouldn't complain. He'd like this position though because after he makes you cum until you're shoving his face away from overstim he can easily climb up and cover your body in kisses and love bites.

I don't know the name of this one. He likes hooking your legs over his shoulders, too. Whether it be one or both of them. He likes the view of your body and the faces you make when he hits your G-spot.

Brahms Heelshire:

Missionary. He likes the simplicity of this, plus he can get all the kisses he wants and cover you with marks from his mouth. Plus, as a tit guy, he can suck on your chest while he fucks you. Not only that, but if he's tired right after he can just lay on you and hold you in his arms. He might not even pull out right away.

Cowgirl. This man loves being taken care of. So you ontop of him?? He's deceased. Someone call a doctor. He's got his hands everywhere on you while you're riding him though. One hand between your legs so he can watch your expressions and hear your noises. Reaching up to squeeze your chest, letting them fall to your thighs. He loves it.

Straddling. If you sit on his lap at all he's automatically gonna expect something out of it. Especially if you grind your hips, even accidentally. He likes this position though because he can rest inside you while you read to him, and move to throw you off and lose your spot, like the little shit he is.

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Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair and Lester Sinclair Masterlist.

“Parallels.” Bo Sinclair x Reader and Lester Sinclair X Reader. NSFW

“Three At Once.” Bo and Vincent and Lester Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

"Three Apart." Bo And Vincent And Lester Sinclair X AFAB! GN! Reader. NSFW.

"A Good Purchase." Bo And Vincent And Lester Sinclair X GN! Reader. SFW. Fluff.

"Summertime Heat." With Bo Sinclair and Carly Jones. Mildly NSFW.

"Scare Me." Bo Sinclair and Carly Jones. Slight NSFW.

"Begging For It." Bo Sinclair and Carly Jones. NSFW.

“Rain Of Brass Petals.” Bo Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

December 10th. Mirror Sex. “More Than One Way.” Bo Sinclair X AFAB Reader. NSFW.

December 28th. Red Lipstick. “Suffering In Scarlet.” Bo Sinclair X AFAB Reader. NSFW.

"Breakfast." Bo Sinclair x Reader. NSFW.

"Already?" Bo Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

"Brat." Bo Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

"Testing." Bo Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

"Bully For You." Bo Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

"Creating A Convincing Argument." Bo Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

"Take It From Me." Bo Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

"Down Below." Bo Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

"Soft." Bo Sincliar X Plus Sized AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"Unfair." Bo Sinclair X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Bred." Bo Sinclair X AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"You And Nothing Else." Bo Sinclair X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Yet You Still Want Him." Bo Sinclair X GN! Reader. Dark! Fic. NSFW.

"That Time To This Time." Bo Sinclair X AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"Softly And Sweetly." Bo Sinclair X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Tip Me And See." Bo Sinclair X GN! Reader. NSFW. Camboy AU!

Bo Sinclair With A French S/O Headcannons. NSFW.

Bo Sinclair’s Hands Headcanons with GN! Reader. NSFW.

"You Mean It?" Lester Sinclair X AFAB! Reader. Breeding Kink. NSFW.

"If You Tell Me." Lester Sinclair X AFAB! Reader. Breeding Kink Again. NSFW.

"Catch Me If You Can." Lester Sinclair X GN! Reader. NSFW.

“Hunting The Hunter.” Lester Sinclair X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Buried In Bubbles." Lester Sinclair X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Resourcefully Wrapped In Ribbons." Vincent Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

"Need You Now." Vincent Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

"Touched." Vincent Sinclair X GN! Reader. NSFW.

December 17th. Choking. “Stay.” Vincent Sinclair X AFAB Reader. NSFW.

"Performing For The Dead." Vincent Sinclair X AFAB! GN! Reader. NSFW.

“Neon Lights.” Vincent Sinclair X Reader. SFW.

"Bad Dreams." Vincent Sinclair X GN! Reader. SFW.

"Stolen Breath." Vincent Sinclair X GN! Asthmatic Reader. SFW.

"Do It." Vincent Sinclair X AFAB! Reader. SFW.

Vincent Sinclair with an Alt Artist SO Headcanons.

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OKAY! Lemme getttt our boy from FD3 Ian! I am thinking something like fem! afab! reader works with him, late night they close up the hardware store and afterwards end up hooking up in his ride in the parking lot. Just been co-workers a loooong time and the tension finally becomes too much, always had a fun jokey kind of relationship and after like months they finally hook up, rushed and messy but satisfying sex, any kinks you can think of slapping in there, IF YOU PLEASE! Tysfm.

BEX BEX BEX! here is my first request out of a BUNCH and it was such a good one! I love Ian and I have got to write for him more, so thank you for giving me a chance to write some smutty smutty filth for him! I hope you love it!!!

Ian McKinley x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3019

WARNINGS: nsfw, car sex, weed, friends to lovers, banter baby, unprotected sex, oral (amab receiving), riding/cowgirl, dirty talk, slight degradation?, slight praise, implication of more sex, shitty humor bc it's me, not proofread

“You shoot that bird and I shoot you, McKinley.” Ian scoffs, putting the nail gun down. He looks down at you and you have your hands on your hips and a scowl on your face. He makes a show of putting it down onto the shelf before making his way down the ladder. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, well, I only did it because I know you’d actually shoot me,” He says, hopping off of the last rung and turning to face you. It was late, almost midnight, and you and Ian were the only ones left at work. “Fucking dick made us lock up like we don’t have lives,” Ian huffs, pulling a cigarette out of apron pocket followed by a lighter.

Snatching it out of his hand and putting it in your mouth, you wait for him to light it for you with a grin. “No offense Ian, but,” He holds the lighter out, cupping his hand around it as he lights the cigarette, eyes trained on it in your mouth. “You don’t really have a life.”

“Damn. You’ll steal my cigs and then be a bitch?” He says, putting the lighter away. You laugh, taking a puff of it before handing it back to him. “C’mon, let's leave. I’m fucking bored.” You fall into step with him, walking towards the front office to clock out. The two of you continue to pass the cigarette back and forth and he stomps it out when you arrive. “Wanna get something to eat?”

“Asking me on a date or something, McKinley?” You tease as he holds the office door open for you and he gives you a fake smile, shouldering past you. “Relax, sweetheart, it was a joke. Yeah, we can grab a bite. Do you have anything to smoke?” He side eyes you as he clocks out and you give a sheepish smile. “What? I get a better appetite when I’m high.”

He moves to the side, leaning against the desk as you clock out and you ignore the very obvious way he’s staring at your tits. You knew Ian liked you, and you’re sure he knows that you like him, but you’ve never gone further than a few flirty comments here and there. After he and Erin split the flirting seemed to increase from the occasional joke to nearly every conversation.

“Yeah, I have a bit. Y’know, you take way too much of my shit.” He says, holding the door open for you once more as you two leave. He shuts the lights off, plunging the two of you into darkness. “Isn’t this scary?” He says, whispering into your ear as the two of you slowly walk to the exit. “Something could be in the darkness, waiting.”

“Fuck off, Ian.”

“Are you scared?” You elbow him roughly which only earns a laugh from him. “You’re fucking scared! Wow, who knew little old Y/N was scared of the dark?” Finally the two of you reach the front door and you shove it open, ignoring Ian’s teasing; you weren’t scared, he was just an asshole.

Ian locks the front door, whistling to himself, and he grunts when he turns around to see you already at his car door. You didn’t wait for him. Again. He had parked under the only working streetlight and he clicks his key ring and, as you climb into the passenger seat, he gets a brilliant idea. The car alarm blares and you yelp, jumping out of your skin, only for it to cease. Ian's laughter is easily heard from outside the car and you groan, leaning your head back against the headrest. “You’re a fucking dick, you know that?”

He opens up his back seat and grins. “The biggest. Seen it myself.” He crawls in the back and nudges your shoulder. “Come back here.” You huff, debating on if you really wanted to sit in the back seat with him, but the urge to smoke wins. He watches with an amused look as you crawl from the front seat into the back.

“You need a bigger car.” You say with a grin. Ian’s car was unequivocally him; a red 1998 Toyota Camry that was practically falling apart from the inside out. He had stickers and photos plastered on the dashboard, including one of the two of you flipping the camera off, and random items strewn throughout. For Ian, this was clean. He was proud of his car, though, considering he took the job at the hardware store to get enough money to fix it up.

You settle into the seat as Ian pulls out the box he held his weed in, something that you found quite endearing. It was a small lunchbox that had originally been a Superman one, but that young Ian had decorated to resemble him instead. The word ‘Man’ was crossed out, replaced by ‘Ian.’

“Super Ian. Cute.” You say and he gives you a half-assed glare, cheeks flushing. “I’m serious! I think it’s sweet that you kept it. Not sure the kid who made it into Super Ian would have expected it to hold drugs, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“Shut up,” He murmurs but he’s smiling now and you know he doesn’t mean it. You compliment Ian a lot and despite having known you for five years and working with you for two, he still isn’t used to it. Sometimes they were vulgar compliments, like the time his shirt had ridden up at work and you whistled at him, telling him his happy trail was ‘sexy,’ and other times they were innocent like the one you had just given him. Those are the ones that catch him off guard.

He brings the lighter out and puts the blunt in between his lips, lighting it. His eyes close and his body instantly relaxes the second he breathes in the smoke. You watch enamored as he pulls it from his lips, breathing out slowly, smoke filling the car. He catches you staring at him and cocks an eyebrow, handing the blunt to you. “You like what you see?” He teases and you roll your eyes as you take a hit.

“Sure do.” The smug look is knocked off of his face for a second; he hadn’t expected you to admit it. You can feel the tension in the air immediately and you can’t help but notice the way Ian’s tongue comes to wet his bottom lip, eyes trained on yours as you blow out the smoke. You hand it back over to him and your fingers brush against each other.

“Hm. Really?” He asks finally, avoiding your eyes as he breathes in once more. You hum and lean in closer to him, just a bit, and he wonders if you can hear his heartbeat from there. And for a moment the two of you sit there, balancing on the line of will they, won’t they, when Ian breathes out slowly, blowing the smoke in your face.

You kiss him. It's sloppy and slow, your mind is hazy from the weed, but it’s so right. He’s still holding the blunt when he pulls you into his lap, hand on the back of your head, as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He moans into the kiss as you grind down onto him gently and you can’t help but grin; he was already getting hard if the tent in his pants was any indication.

“So fuckin’ hot,” He murmurs against your lips, pulling back only a little to look at your face. Your lips were swollen, pupils blown out, and he thinks you look absolutely perfect. “Been wanting to do this for so long.” He puts the blunt out on the handle of the car before tossing it into the still-open box.

“So why didn’t you?”

“Didn’t want to fuck this up if you weren’t into me,” He responds, hands trailing up the back of your shirt. He leans in to kiss you again but you move, attaching your lips to his neck. Your fingers were raking through his hair and he lets out a soft sigh at the feeling. “Apparently you’ve been wanting to fuck me, though. Why didn’t you do something?”

“You were with Erin for a while,” You whisper against him, nipping at the skin just below his ear. His fingers dig into your back and he tilts his head to the side, letting you continue the assault on his neck as he works on your bra. “Then you weren’t and I kept dropping hints but you never did anything. Figured you weren’t into me like that.”

He scoffs, finally unclasping your bra and grabbing your shirt to pull it off. When you lift your arms to let him slip the garment off of you, he curses at the sight of your bare chest, slipping the bra off of your body and tossing it to the front seat. Before you can say anything his mouth is on your nipple and you gasp, arching into the feeling of his warm mouth.

Ian’s tongue swirls around the bud and he switches to the next, biting down on it gently to draw a moan from you. “Fucking stupid,” He says, hands working on your jeans. “‘Course I was into you. Why the fuck do you think me and Erin broke up?”

“What?” You pull back and stare at him, eyebrows furrowed. “You told me it’s because she realized she was into girls.”

He shrugs, resuming what he had been doing. “That’s part of the reason. The other reason is she walked in on me jerking off calling your name.” You swallow hard just as he gets your jeans unbuttoned and he looks up at you with that same cocky smile. “Yeah. I kept touching myself wishing it was you. Wishing it was your hands, or lips, or cunt,” The last word is sharp and he couples it with shoving his hand down your pants, finger gliding across your clothed slit, the fabric of your underwear rubbing against your clit. “Around my cock. Thought about bending you over the desk in the office and fucking you in front of everyone.”

“Yeah?” You try to keep your voice from cracking but his fingers have finally shoved your underwear aside and were dipping in between your folds. “Fuck, Ian. God,” The feeling has your breath catching in your throat and you can’t help but grind down onto his fingers, eyes squeezing shut.

“Mhm. Did you? Did you imagine this happening while you touched yourself at night?” He asks coolly, his fingers pausing in their movements. When you open your eyes and look down at him, his eyes are dark, swollen lips parted, waiting. Waiting for you to answer him before he’d continue.

Swinging your leg off of him he takes his own shirt off, working on his belt as you slid your jeans and underwear off. You were completely bare for him now and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “I did. In fact,” You pull him out of his pants and he groans, head tilting to the side at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him. He had dreamt and thought about this exact thing happening dozens of times and this still beat out those dreams by a long shot. “I did just last night. I had a toy and pretended it was your cock and shoved it down my throat ‘till I gagged. And then I kept going.”

With your ass in the air, on your knees, you stare up at Ian as you take him into your mouth. Your throat was warm, wet, and, the further you took him, tight. Nothing could compare to the feeling of your throat constricting around him as you gagged only to push forward until you had him fully seated in your throat. “Oh my fucking god,” Ian says as you begin to bob your head slowly, tongue flat against his cock. “You’re so fucking, shit. Shit, you’re amazing,” He stutters as you catch him off guard by swirling your tongue around his tip.

He held a strong grip on the back of your head as you blew him, occasionally forcing your head down just a bit further. You knew from the flex of his hips and the way his other hand was digging into the seats upholstery, that he wanted nothing more than to face fuck you. Pulling off of him, you have drool on the corners of your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks, and you pull him in for a kiss. “Can you fuck me?”

“Ask nicely.” He says and you roll your eyes, swinging your legs to straddle him once again. His cock was pressed against your folds and you grind against him slightly, the two of you moaning in unison. His cock was painfully hard at this point and feeling the heat and wetness of your cunt grinding down against him was almost too much.

“Please fuck me, Ian,” You say. Normally you’d tell him to fuck off but you desperately needed to feel him inside you. “Please? I need to feel you in me, bet you’ll stretch me so good, baby.” He pulls you in for a bruising kiss, pulling back almost as quickly so he can watch as he lines himself up at your entrance. You sink down ever so slowly, inch by inch, and his face is twisted in pleasure.

“Fuck, so tight,” He grunts as you finally take him fully. He was deep inside you, deeper than any of the toys you had used while pretending to get fucked by him, and you can feel him twitch. “Gonna fuck you good, aren’t I? Tell me what you want me to do, baby. Christ, you’re wet, fuck.”

He cant think straight, not when you’re squeezing around him the way you are and then you start to move your hips and he wants to fucking marry you. “Want you to fuck me, use me, I don’t care. Just want to cum around you,” Ian grabs ahold of your hips and thrusts up into you, nearly jolting your head into the roof.

“Sorry,” He says but continues fucking into you and you lean over to rest your forehead against his own. Ian’s moaning loudly, saying your name each time you clench around him. Your hand falls to your cunt, fingers circling your clit quickly, chasing your high. “F-fuck, fuck you feel so good, Y/N. You close?” You whimper in response; you can’t think. You don’t want to think, you just want to have Ian fuck you like this forever. “Yeah, you’re squeezin’ around me. Bet you’re dying to cum around me, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, Ian, please. I wanna cum so bad.”

“C’mon, then. You can do it, be good for me, alright? I know you’re a bitch normally but you can be a good girl and listen, right?” You did, you wanted to be good for him. Squeezing your eyes shut you focus on the pit in your stomach, the feeling of your fingers on your clit, Ian’s fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of your hips, the way his cock was slamming into you just right-

With a strangled cry you cum, nails digging into Ian’s shoulder and you nearly sob from the pleasure. “Good girl, good fucking girl,” He moans, taking in a shaky breath. He was so, so, so close. “Where do you want me to cum, hm? Want me to cover that pretty face of yours, shit. Shit, you’re so fucking tight. Or do you want me to cover these tits?”

“Cum in me!” He hesitates for a split second and you open your eyes and begin to meet his thrusts halfway. “Please, fuck! Please fill me up, wanna make you feel good, want you to cum in me so bad, Ian.”

“Fuck. Fuck, just take it, alright? Take my cum. M’gonna, fuck, m’gonna cum.” He lets out a loud whimper as he cums, forcing your hips down onto him, keeping you flush against him. Your foreheads were still pressed together and your hands are tracing his collarbone as you wait for him to come down from his high.

Ian gives you a soft smile and kisses you quick, still out of breath. He was seated inside you, his cum leaking out of you slowly. “That was so fucking good,” He says and you laugh, nuzzling into his chest. He lets go of your hips and you can already feel the bruises blossoming though you smile; tomorrow you’d wake up and see his fingertips etched into your skin, reminding you that this really happened. He kisses your temple, hugging you, pulling you in closer to him.

“So… are you still hungry?” You ask and he laughs, a real laugh, and you pull away from him with a grin. “What? I told you I get a better appetite when I’m high.”

“Appetite for dick,” He teases and you groan, pushing at his chest. He grabs ahold of your wrist and pulls you back in for another kiss, a slower one, and his eyes seem to have a sparkle in them. “Let’s get dressed and I’ll take you home, I’m pretty hungry, too.”

“Wow, so you really were asking me on a date, McKinley,”

“God, you’re a bitch, y’know that?” He says, tossing you your underwear from the pile of clothing. You snort and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you redress. Somehow, getting dressed in a car is way harder than getting undressed. “And besides, I never said I was hungry for food.” You cock an eyebrow and he grabs your chin, leaning in to kiss you and pausing just before your lips connect. “Still gotta eat that pretty pussy of yours.”

He grins and moves, stepping out of the backseat and getting back into the driver's seat. “And y’know what, sweetheart?” He calls back, turning the car on and looking at you in the rearview mirror. “Don’t bother putting any of your clothes on. It’ll just waste time.”

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You're so right. Go off bestie

Reblog and put in the tags how old you were when you realized you were LGBT.

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my favourite genre of tumblr posts? well,

hellsite (affectionate)

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Mortal Kombat Preference “How they fall for you at first sight”

(Wooooo MK! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Johnny-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d show yourself to be his challenger, already flirting with you and being head over heels as you’d flirt back but be utterly sarcastic towards him in the end. As you’d put him in his place at each of his words and actions, he can’t help but enjoy how playful you are and would already try to ask you out after the fight, promising you he isn’t just some douchey actor if you’d agree to it.

Hanzo-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d help him recover from his injuries, stunned by having someone so kind and sweet ask him about how he’s feeling first thing when he wakes up. As you’d explain to him what had happened, he can’t help but be enamoured by your voice and demeanour, ending up accepting his recovery for the meanwhile and try to figure out how he should make his feelings known.

Kuai-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as he’d save you from danger, stunned by how grateful you are towards him and even more by how gorgeous you are to him, ending up telling you that the safest place for you for now should be right in the temple. He can’t help but look for you once he gets back, asking if you’re feeling alright and such, finding himself speaking to you so easily and wanting to spend more time with you.

Kenshi-He’d instantly fall for you as you’d embark on your first mission together, enjoying how excited yet nervous you are, making him want to comfort you and just reassure you that you’ll do your best and he’s right by your side. He can’t help but want to fight along with you and keep praising you for your good work, finding himself being happy to hear you be so excited and just thanking him for his help.

Kano-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d stand up to him after he’s done work and demands money from a friend of yours, impressed by your demeanour and unable to find the right words to tell you to back off. As you’d slowly grow cocky and would just size up to him, he can’t deny how turned on he is getting, ending up telling you about it but loving it even more as you’d slap his cheek for that.

Raiden-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d bump into him while everyone’s planning for the next mission, apologizing to him for what happened and showing how worried you are, making him yearn to have someone to look after him. As you’d be told that he was a literal god, he’d find you even more endearing to see you apologizing to him even more, reassuring you and speaking to you in soft tone to everyone’s astonishment.

Kung Lao-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d offer to help him train before the tournament, stunned that you’d even offer to do so as you’re a competitor yourself and even more as he’d find you so sweet to even give him advice. As you’d both end up pinned down to each other, he can’t help but be enamoured by your beauty, freezing right there and not knowing what to say as you’d laugh and tease him about staring.

Liu Kang-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d walk over to ask him about the how the whole tournament works and such, glad to help you out and just explain as best as he can. As you’d tag along with him around he’d grow to want to have you nearby so much more and would slowly grow more comfortable with you, laughing more as you’d mess around and such.

Jax-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d present yourself as his new recruit, proudly stating your name and such and even admitting that you’re a little nervous about it but proud to be part of his team. As he’d stand before you, he can’t help but greet you as he should and explain to you what he expects out of you and your duties, ending it all with a few words of encouragement and of course a wink.

Erron-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as he’d catch you flirting your way in the markets of Outworld to get what you need, finding you clever and you just walking over to try and taunt you to see if you’d keep up the act. As he’d try to be smooth and would flirt with you to ask what you do you have in hand, keeping it up and just admitting to you right on the spot that he likes your attitude and you, ending up following you to keep it all up.

Kotal-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d be presented to him as a potential betrothed, impressed by the way you speak and your beauty. As you’d express as to why he should choose you, he’d be even more enamoured, loving your ambitions and just standing up to get a closer look at you before he surprises you as he bluntly tells you that he’s already made his mind about you.

Quan Chi-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as he’d capture you and he’d see you try to escape his spells, intrigued by your determination and loving to see you work so hard at it. As you’d try to insult and rile him up, he’d smirk even more and would tease you right back, wanting you all to himself and just trying to figure out how he can do so.

Takeda-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d both train together as recruits for the Shirai Ryu, feeling like it’s easy to tease you and such while at it, growing more and more attached to you. As you’d both grow up together, he can’t help but finally confess to you and ask you out, hoping you’d understand his feelings and as to where they’re coming from.

Shinnok-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d come to have his amulet in your hands and would hold it with so much care, intrigued by your demeanour and wanting more. As he’d finally be released he’d praise you instantly and would make his intentions towards you clear, professing his love for you and hoping you’d understand.

Baraka-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you would come across him during a fight and wouldn’t seem put off by his appearance, simply taking him head on and acting confident while at it. He’d end up going easy on you and let you win, only to follow you since and trying to figure out as to why he’s so enamoured by you, wanting to know more of you.

Kabal-He’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d come to his rescue while he’s surrounded, surprised anyone like you would be so kind enough to help him, thanking you with a smile and just trying to ask for your name as you’re done. As you’d answer him with a smirk and confidently, he can’t help but want you even more, just casually asking you out on a date right then and there, saying he wants to repay you for your kind act.

Cassie-She’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d step to her side and would just finish what she was going to say about the next mission, before presenting yourself as the new recruit, making her stunned to see how caught up you are. As you’d present yourself, she’d be rather glad to meet you and would try to figure out as to how you know so much, ending with the two of you flirting while she questions you.

Jacqui-She’d instantly fall for you at first sight as you’d train with her for the first time, her taking the lead to help you but ending up liking how playful you are and would just tease her for being so serious. As she’d pin you down on the floor and remind you to take it all seriously, she can’t help but smirk back at you and would just come to find you cute for being all quiet of a sudden.

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