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love it when dry humping turns into rubbing his cock against your bare pussy turns into just the tip turns into just a couple strokes turns into the hardest fuck you've ever had
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hiii guysss :))!!! soo welcome to my rebrand!!
im officially changing my aesthetic..
for the last few years, everyones known me as liv, but my actual name is delilah! it was kind of like an oc name, buttt i got tired of not having my actual name, and i want to embrace it more.. i want to start writing more fics!! whether thats stranger things, outer banks, anyone in mcu, or anyone in dc!!
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Me cuz spiderman brand new day is coming out which means more peter parker smut to hit my feed
not being able to sleep while pregnant without clark inside of you…
Strange pregnancy cravings...
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Tags/warnings: breeding kink, smut, p in v (f receiving), creampie
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Clark had the biggest not-so-secret breeding kink ever.
So naturally the second you agreed to let him hit it raw he used every opportunity to fill you up, always rutting into you with a desperation behind it that carried something so...deeply primal at every given opportunity.
But Clark wasnt just a normal guy, as the last son of krypton he was blessed and cursed with an amount of sperm that could only be described as not-from-this-world.
So each time he had his way with you he stuffed you to your limits, enjoying the way he could see thick ropes of his cum slowly oozing out of you.
ugh im obsessed with your writing omg hear me out shower thought! so could u possibly do for your off the record au with finn a story where y/n and finn already announced they're dating and they're at a premiere (either for stranger things or smt else) and when they're on the carpet either y/ns fixing her dress or her hair or make-up or something and finn like helps her?? I hope u get the vision!!!! 🥹🙏🙏
aww thank u!! (semi old ask but here i am finally answering it!)
have u seen those videos where like tom holland or like other male celebs step in front of the girls while they fix their dresses so the paparazzi doesn't like a get a photo of something they shouldn't and just to give them more privacy??
i feel like this is something finn would do and like shield y/n from the cameras while she fixes her dress. i made this into a blurb instead of a full fic (sorry!!) hope u still like it :)
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this premiere was probably the biggest one yet. the set-up was incredible and the backdrops quite literally came to life in front of you as you maneuvered across the carpet with the rest of the cast and the paparazzi shouting and yelling over the chaos to capture photos of you all.
you clung to finn's side as he carefully guided you through the crowds and held you close when the photographers asked you guys to pose for them. they were especially insistent about getting shots of just you and finn after the two of you just recently announced your six-year long relationship to the public.
your boyfriend smiled wide while you tucked your head into his shoulder. you tried to match with his black and red accented suit and your elegantly long black dress that had a deep v-cut that admittedly had finn checking you out big time before you guys left your hotel.
as you moved down the red carpet, you could feel the little stickies your stylist lined your straps with moving from all the twisting and turning you'd been doing for the poses and the angles. you removed your hand from finn as you tried subtly adjusting it and he noticed the absence of your hand on him almost immediately. he glanced down at you, noticing you were trying to fix your straps that were falling down your shoulders.
without a word, he swiftly stepped in front of you like a shield so his back was to the cameras and they cou'dn't see you at all. you looked up at him in confusion while he tilted his sunglasses down. "you okay?" he wondered.
"hmm? oh, yeah, i'm good. my straps started falling," you hummed as you reattached the stickies to keep your straps up.
"let me help," finn mumbled as he carefully reached forward to fix your other strap you hadn't gotten to yet. you blushed at his affection and the feeling of his gentle fingers brushing across your skin. "you look really beautiful. did i tell you that?" your boyfriend wondered, eyes briefly finding yours.
"you did a lot of times," you giggled.
"i just can't get over how beautiful you look, and how everyone knows you're mine officially now," when he finished fixing the strap, he swiftly leaned down to press a gentle kiss into your forehead. you knew that and this entire interaction would be all over twitter and instagram soon, but neither of you cared anymore.
it felt good to finally show each other off and appreciate one another in moments like these.
"are you okay now?" finn asked before he stepped out of your way. you nodded, smiling. "yes, thank you."
when he stepped back into your side the cameras went crazy again. the paps yelled for you to look at them and pose which was exactly what the two of you did before finally getting off the carpet and heading inside.
sure enough, the moment did blow up on twitter when fans started seeing it and it circulated.
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user1 they look sooo proud of each other i love love love seeing them like this
user2 AW finn did that thing where he shields y/n from the paps so she could fix her dress🥹
user3 oh they are SO in love omg
user4 all of the people who doubted and said this was all for pr...DO YOU SEE THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER?! that is a man who has been in love with her for 6 years 🙏
user5 i love that they can show each other off and be couplely in public now
user6 AND HE KISSED HER FOREHEAD?! broooo i'm so single
user7 modern day mike and sloane fr
user8 they emulate their characters so much
user9 someone get that lip reading girl in here i wanna know what they were saying to each other because they're soooo smiley and soo blushy
user10 i think it was something along the lines of are you okay? y/n tells him her strap needs to be fixed and he helps her, says how beautiful she looks 🥹
I LOVE off the record au. Could you write them doing something like “how well does my co-star know me” or “who knows me better” and it’s basically just Finn knowing everything and the fans are going crazy in the comments (maybe before they go public
season 4 press hates to see finn and y/n coming as well as the fans who have been speculating their relationship for the last like 3 years and this is just icing on the cake LOL
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“hi, i’m y/n l/n,” you waved to the camera.
“hi, i’m finn wolfhard,” finn who was sitting across from you waved as well.
“and we’re here with teen vogue playing how well does my costar know me,” you finished the intro. you and finn both had 10 different notecards with different questions you’d go back and forth asking each other.
“do you think you know me?” you eyed your boyfriend and his eyes crinkled with his little smile. obviously, he knew you.
messing with fans was so fun honestly.
“i think i know you pretty well. i mean, we’ve been friends since we were like 12,” the boy chuckled as he shuffled through the cards and read some of the questions.
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Mike Wheeler x bimbo!Henderson!reader Warnings : MDNI ! 18+ , p in v, unprotected sex, crampie, mild degradation (use of terms like "stupid girl" and "bimbo"), semi-public risk
The digital clock on your bedside table read 11:47pm. The red numbers glowed ominously in the otherwise pitch-black room, taunting you. He was late.
You sighed, loudly, dramatically, throwing your head back against a mountain of pastel-colored pillows. The movement caused a cascade of meticulously teased, crimped blonde hair to fan out around you like a halo. You blew a stray strand out of your face, the scent of strawberry chewing gum and excessive amounts of Aqua Net hairspray filling your nose.
Your room was a sanctuary dedicated to the cult of late-80s teenage girlhood. It was an explosion of pink, lace, and tiger-beat magazine cutouts taped to every available surface. It smelled like Debbie Gibson’s ‘Electric Youth’ perfume and contraband clove cigarettes you sometimes stole from Steve Harrington’s car.
It was, unapologetically, the room of a "bimbo."
That’s what people called you, anyway. You knew they did. You heard the whispers in the halls of Hawkins High. They saw the frosted pink lipstick, the acid-washed mini-skirts, the way you twirled your hair when you didn't want to answer a hard question in Mr. Clarke’s class. They saw you as the polar opposite of your twin brother, Dustin.
Dustin, with his nerdy t-shirts, his obsession with D&D, and his teeth that were still figuring themselves out. You loved him, he was literally the other half of your DNA, but God, you two couldn't be more different. He was brains and dorky charm while you were aesthetics and vibes.
And nobody, absolutely nobody, could ever know that the Queen of the Airheads was secretly hooking up with the Dungeon Master himself, Mike Wheeler.
The thought made you giggle. It was absurd. It was a scandal waiting to happen. If Dustin found out, his head would literally explode. Like, Scanners style.
You shifted on the bed, smoothing down the silk robe you’d stolen from your mother’s closet. You’d spent the last hour preparing. Shaving your legs until they were dolphin-smooth, applying a fresh coat of ‘Bubblegum Pop’ nail polish, and meticulously arranging your lingerie under the robe so it looked effortlessly sexy when he arrived.
You checked the window again. You’d unlatched it an hour ago, sliding it up just an inch so he could get his fingers under it.
Suddenly, there was a thud against the siding of the house.
You sat bolt upright, heart hammering against your ribs. A scrabbling sound followed, like a raccoon trying to climb a drainpipe. Then, fingers appeared under the sash, pushing the window up with a groan of protest from the old wood.
A gangly leg clad in dark denim swung over the sill, followed by the rest of Mike Wheeler, who tumbled onto your plush cream carpet with the grace of a newborn giraffe.
He landed in a heap, knocking over a stack of fashion magazines.
"Shhh!" you hissed, leaping off the bed. You slammed the window shut and locked it, then whirled on him, hands on your hips. "Mike! You’re going to wake up the whole house. Do you want Dustin to come in here with a baseball bat?"
Mike scrambled to his feet, dusting off his knees. He looked flustered, his dark hair a messy mop from the wind outside, his cheeks flushed pink. He was wearing that same old beige jacket and a striped polo, looking utterly out of place surrounded by your stuffed animals and lace curtains.
"Sorry," he whispered intensely, his eyes wide. "The trellis is slippery."
He looked around the room nervously, as if expecting Dustin to pop out of your closet shouting ‘Aha!’
"Relax," you murmured, stepping into his space. The anger melted away instantly. He was here. He made it. "Dustin’s snoring like a chainsaw. I checked."
Mike’s eyes finally landed on you, and his nervous energy seemed to hit a brick wall. His gaze raked over you, taking in the silk robe, the perfectly styled hair, the glossy lips. He swallowed hard.
You saw that look in his eyes, that mixture of confusion, awe, and absolute desperation that you lived for. It was the look that said, I don't understand your world at all, but I want to drown in it.
"Hi," he breathed out, his voice cracking slightly.
"Hi yourself, loser," you teased, reaching out and hooking a finger into the belt loop of his jeans, tugging him forward.
He stumbled into you, his hands automatically going to your waist. He smelled like the outdoors, cheap deodorant, and that underlying scent of anxiety that seemed to follow him everywhere these days. It was intoxicating.
"God, you smell like a strawberry patch," he mumbled, burying his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "It’s ridiculous."
"It’s expensive," you corrected, tilting your head back to give him better access. "And you love it."
"Yeah," he admitted against your skin, his lips grazing your pulse point. "Yeah, I really do."
He pulled back just enough to look at your face. He always looked so intense, like everything was life or death. You supposed, for him, a lot of things were. But that’s why you worked. You were his break from reality. You were soft places and mindless pop music and things that didn’t involve alternate dimensions.
"You’re late," you pouted, sticking out your bottom lip. The lip gloss glistened in the moonlight.
Mike's eyes zeroed in on your mouth. "I had to wait for Nancy to get off the phone. Then my mom was prowling around the kitchen..."
"Excuses, excuses, Mikey." You tapped a manicured nail against his chest. "You're lucky I waited up. I was about to get my beauty sleep."
"You don't need it," he said quickly, earnestly. It was adorable how bad he was at flirting, how totally sincere his compliments were.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," you smirked.
You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his.
Kissing Mike was always an event. He kissed like he was afraid you were going to disappear if he stopped. It was hungry and a little clumsy, his teeth sometimes clicking against yours, but the sheer enthusiasm made up for the lack of finesse.
He groaned low in his throat, his arms tightening around your waist, pulling you until there was zero space left between you. You could feel the hard line of his hip bones, the rapid thud of his heart against your chest.
You threaded your fingers through the thick hair at the nape of his neck, messing up his attempt at styling it. He tasted like mint toothpaste and soda.
"Come on," you whispered against his lips, pulling away reluctantly. "Not here. The floor is uncomfortable."
You led him by the hand toward your bed. It was a massive, fluffy confection covered in at least ten decorative pillows that you had to shove onto the floor to make room.
Mike sat on the edge of the mattress, looking strangely small surrounded by so much pink. He kicked off his sneakers, his eyes never leaving you as you stood between his knees.
You loved the power dynamic shift that happened in this room. Outside, Mike was the leader, the strategist, the one calling the shots. In here, he was just a boy obsessed with a girl way out of his league, totally at your mercy.
Your hands went to the sash of your silk robe. Mike’s breath hitched.
You untied it slowly, maintaining eye contact, letting the silk pool at your feet.
You’d chosen a matching baby-blue lace bra and panty set that you’d shoplifted from the mall three towns over so nobody would recognize you. It pushed your boobs up perfectly and made your waist look tiny.
Mike’s mouth actually fell open slightly. His eyes grew impossibly wide, darting over your body like he was trying to memorize a complex map.
"Holy shit, Y/N," he whispered, almost reverently.
You did a little spin, posing with your hands behind your head, fluffing your hair. "Like what you see, Mikey?"
"You have no idea," he choked out. His hands reached out, gripping your hips, pulling you forward until your thighs were pressed against the denim of his jeans. "You’re... God, you’re just so much."
"Is that a complaint?" you teased, running your hands down his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of his heart through his thin polo shirt.
"Never," he swore. His hands slid up your sides, his thumbs tracing the bottom edge of your lace bra. His touch was shaky, hesitant, as if he was afraid he might break you. "You’re perfect. You look like one of those models in Nancy’s magazines, but... better. Real."
He buried his face in your stomach, his hot breath ghosting over your skin through the lace. "I hate that I can’t tell anyone," he muffled against you. "I want to show you off. It sucks."
Your heart softened. You knew the secrecy ate at him. Mike Wheeler wore his heart on his sleeve, and having to hide the biggest thing in his life was torture.
"I know, baby," you soothed, threading your fingers through his dark hair. "But think about Dustin’s face. He’d have a literal aneurysm."
Mike let out a short, sharp laugh against your skin. "He'd kill me. Literally. He'd find a way using science."
"Exactly. So this..." You tilted his chin up so he had to look at you. "This is just for us. Our little secret world."
The intensity returned to his gaze, burning hotter than before. "Our world," he repeated.
He stood up suddenly, towering over you. The hesitation was gone, replaced by that frantic need that always seemed to simmer just beneath his surface.
He grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it somewhere into the pile of pillows on the floor. He was skinny, all ribs and sharp angles, but there was a wiry strength to him that you loved.
He pushed you gently backward onto the bed. You sank into the duvet, your hair fanning out around you. Mike crawled over you, bracing his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, caging you in.
He stared down at you, his expression deadly serious. "Tell me I'm your favorite," he demanded, his voice low and rough.
It was his thing. He needed reassurance. He needed to know he was winning against the imaginary competition he’d convinced himself you had.
You smiled up at him, tracing the line of his jaw with a perfectly manicured finger. "You’re my absolute favorite nerd, Mike."
"Not good enough," he growled, leaning down to nip at your jawline.
"You're my favorite," you whispered, turning your head to give him better access to your neck. "My only one."
He sucked a mark right over your pulse point, hard enough that you knew it would bruise. You’d have to cover it with heavy concealer tomorrow and wear your hair down, but you didn't care. It was a brand.
His hands moved down to the clasp of your bra, fumbling with it impatiently.
"Ugh, these things are impossibly stupid," he muttered, frustrated.
You giggled. "Here, let the expert handle it." You reached behind your back and unhooked it in one smooth motion.
Mike peeled the lace away, tossing it aside. He stared at your bare chest for a long moment, his breathing heavy, before lowering his head to worship you.
He wasn't smooth. He wasn't experienced. But the sheer amount of devotion he put into every touch, every kiss, made up for everything. He treated your body like a shrine he was terrified of defiling but desperate to pray at.
He kissed his way down your ribs, his tongue tracing the indent of your waist. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs.
When he finally settled between your thighs, still fully clothed in his jeans, the friction was electric.
"Mike," you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders. "Your jeans. Off. Now."
He scrambled back, practically falling off the bed in his haste to toe off his sneakers and shove his jeans down. He kicked them away, leaving him in just his boxers, breathing hard.
He crawled back up the bed, positioning himself between your legs again. The heat coming off him was immense.
He braced himself above you, his eyes searching yours. There was a vulnerability there, a silent question he always asked before the final step.
"Please, Y/N," he whispered, his voice raw. "I need you."
You reached down, wrapping your hand around him through his boxers. He hissed, his hips bucking involuntarily against your hand.
"You have me, Mike," you assured him. "Take me."
He pulled his boxers down and guided himself to your entrance. He paused at the threshold, the tip pushing against your slick heat.
"Look at me," he said, his voice strained.
You opened your eyes, locking your gaze with his.
He pushed inside slowly, inch by agonizing inch. You let out a shaky exhale, your head falling back into the pillows as the feeling of being filled stretched you. He was bigger than people would guess looking at his lanky frame, and it always took a moment to adjust.
Mike groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he buried himself completely to the hilt. He held still for a moment, just breathing, letting the sensation wash over him.
"You feel incredible," he ground out, his jaw clenched tight. "So tight. So unbelievably hot."
He began to move. At first, it was slow, deep strokes that made your toes curl. He was careful, always careful, making sure you were okay.
But the care quickly gave way to that familiar desperation. The pace quickened. His thrusts became harder, snapping his hips against yours with a bruising rhythm. The bedsprings squeaked rhythmically, a dangerous soundtrack to your secret.
"Mike—wait, shhh," you gasped, trying to quiet your own moans as the pleasure started to coil tight in your belly. "Dustin..."
"Forget Dustin," Mike panted, his sweat dripping onto your chest. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the mattress above your head, taking control. "Think about me. Only me."
He drove into you harder, hitting that spot deep inside that made your vision spotty. You couldn't help the high, breathy keens that escaped your throat.
Mike leaned down, swallowing your sounds with a searing kiss. His tongue warred with yours, mirroring the frantic rhythm of his hips below. It was messy and hot and overwhelming.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more friction. Your nails dug into his back, leaving little crescent moon marks on his skin.
"You’re so beautiful," he murmured against your lips, between frantic kisses. "You’re so beautiful it hurts my head. My beautiful, stupid girl."
He didn't mean it as an insult. You knew that. It was his way of grappling with how much he loved the parts of you that made no logical sense to him, the makeup, the hair, the vapid magazines. He loved it because it was yours.
The tension in your body wound tighter and tighter. The friction, the heat of his body, the scent of his sweat and your perfume mixing together, it was too much.
"Mike, I'm gonna—"
"Do it," he urged, letting go of your wrists to slide his hand down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and grinding against it in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, Y/N."
That was it. The added stimulation sent you over the edge. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as the orgasm ripped through you, sharp and blinding. Your inner muscles clamped down around him violently.
The sensation was too much for Mike. With a guttural groan that he barely managed to muffle against your neck, he slammed into you one, two, three more times, his body going rigid as he spilled himself inside you.
He collapsed on top of you, dead weight, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breathing was harsh and ragged, hot against your damp skin.
You lay there for a long time, just breathing together in the aftermath, the only sounds in the room the whirring of your bedside fan and the distant chirp of crickets outside.
Your perfect hair was a disaster, glued to your forehead with sweat. Your lip gloss was definitely smeared all over Mike's face. The room smelled like sex and strawberries.
Slowly, Mike lifted his head. He looked utterly wrecked, sleepy and satisfied, with lipstick smeared across his cheek. It was your favorite look on him.
He smiled, a lazy, genuinely happy smile that rarely made an appearance outside of this room.
"Hi," he whispered again, echoing his earlier greeting.
You giggled weakly, reaching up to wipe a smudge of pink off his chin. "Hi, yourself. You made a mess of me, Wheeler."
He looked down at your body, taking in the dishevelled state of your perfection. A look of intense possessiveness crossed his face.
"Good," he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Mine."
He rolled off you reluctantly, flopping onto his back beside you and immediately pulling you into his side. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart slowly returning to a normal rhythm.
"What time is it?" he asked drowsily into your hair.
You craned your neck to look at the evil red numbers. "1:15 AM."
He groaned. "I have to go in like an hour. If my mom wakes up for water and checks my room, I'm dead."
"Stay a little longer," you pleaded, tracing the sharp line of his collarbone with your fingertip.
His arm tightened around you. "Yeah. Okay. A little longer."
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your ridiculously expensive hairspray.
"You know," he mumbled sleepily. "Dustin says you spend three hours in the bathroom every morning just staring at yourself in the mirror."
You pinched his side sharply. "He's a liar. It's only two hours."
Mike chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. "He has no idea, does he? That you're... smart. And funny. And the best thing in this entire garbage town."
Your heart gave a little squeeze. It was moments like this, when the post-coital haze stripped away his usual awkwardness, that you remembered why you risked Dustin’s wrath for him.
"Don't tell anyone I'm smart, Wheeler," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest. "It’ll ruin my reputation."
"Your secret's safe with me," he promised, tilting your chin up for one last, lingering kiss before the reality of the morning forced him back out into the cold night air. "Queen of the bimbos."
"King of the nerds," you whispered back against his lips.
It was the weirdest, riskiest, most confusing relationship in Hawkins. And you wouldn't trade it for all the pink lip gloss in the world.
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HARD LAUNCH
Finn Wolfhard x fem!reader
summary: finn is chronically online and you just wanted to admire the sunset.
WARNINGS! finn is a tiktok user, lots of cuteness and really short.
You stared at the beautiful colors in front of you, a mix of orange, yellow and red. You and Finn decided to have a picnic date near to his house, where was quiet and with not a lot of people walking around, just a few runners or dog owners.
Your boyfriend was on his phone, laying between your legs, you messed with his curls, feeling the breeze hit your face.
— Look! - he lifted his phone on your face and you chuckled, trying to see.
— Wait, baby, I can't see it like that - you held the phone to watch the TikTok.
Finn passed way too much time on this app, you sometimes swore that he was a kid with how many videos he showed you, so you could understand whatever he was joking about.
Like... the 6 7 joke....
You watched the video, it was a couple trend, where they would bump, fake an argument and then kiss.
— This is cute - you said with a soft smile.
— Wanna do it? - he asked.
— No, the last time you accidentally posted it on your main - you laughed.
— So what? The marketing team can kiss my ass, Stranger Things promo is over, I can have my socials focused on you now - he smirked and took your face with both os his hands, you smiled down at him.
— Love, I don't think that's how it works - you whispered.
You and Finn were on a relationship of almost six years by now and Finn's manager couldn't even think of the man having a girlfriend, with all the Stranger Things promo through the years, the manager thought it would ruin Finn's career - considering you were kinda famous on Instagram -, although you understood that, Finn was a hopeless romantic and didn't liked the idea of hiding your relationship.
— Please? - he made those damn lost puppy eyes, you sighed and looked at the sunset again.
— Fine - you gave in, he jumped up and pulled you with him, both laughing as you tripped over the bags thrown on the ground.
Finn spun you around, before going to set his phone down.
You stood there, looking at the sky, how the colors blend between the clouds, Finn saw it as the perfect opportunity to start the video.
He bumped into you and you turned, pushing him, Finn being Finn, couldn't make a normal video, he tackled you down using his full body weight to pin you on the ground, you were surprised but laughed, a full loud and hysterical laugh ran through your throat.
— FINN, OH MY GOD! - you tried to push him away, but then he started to kiss you, both smiling like idiots.
You cupped his face as he kissed you so softly, not even caring about the grass that would stick to your hair and clothes, enjoying the moment.
bruised_soup on TikTok: "love fight".
user19491: OH MY GOD IS THAT Y/N??????
user5930: the accidental post was true, they are dating for real 😭😭
user60390: I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M LIVING TO SEE THIS ACC BEING ACTIVE AGAIN AND IS HIM HARD LAUNCHING Y/N OH MY FUCKING GOD.
user0500: there is NO WAY this man logged into bruised soup just to wrestle his girlfriend 😭😭 he can't be serious
user49290: JESUS CHRIST IS SHE OK LMFAO
user59200: finn you were supposed to surprise us not her
user5929: i dont think this was supposed to happen
y/n.l/n: don't worry guys, i'm alive! he didn't kill me yet!
bruised_soup replied to your comment: YET.
hii! may you write a fic about y/n and finn where they go on livestream on twitch? (if you remember the streams finn does with his brother, nick) in this stream they either answer a couples questions, baking together or finn teaching y/n how to play a game? thank you so much!
GAMER BOY
Finn Wolfhard x streamer!reader
summary: your boyfriend decided to invade your stream.
WARNINGS! Finn being a brat and this is short sorry, you are TIRED of finn by the end in a cute way
a/n: I'm sorry, this is not exactly how you asked, but I had this blurb collecting dust on my notes and had to post, you just gave me the perfect opportunity
It was supposed to be a normal day of stream, you would be playing that new indie game that released last week and then call it a day.
But Finn wasn't letting you have it so easy, he was laying on the couch beside your desk, watching you play the puzzle you were kinda stuck.
— Fuck, I need a break, wait - you laughed and left to get a cup of water, Finn who was paying attention to what you were doing, figured out the missing piece of the puzzle you were stuck.
He got out of the couch and sat on your chair, the chat went crazy, because although they knew you two were dating, why Finn showed up out of sudden?
— Hi chat - he waved - I'm gonna be a man and solve this for my favorite streamer - he chuckled and took your controller.
He moved some pieces and spun some wheels, before you entered the room again.
— WHO ARE YOU? - you jokingly exclaimed, he smiled looking at you - Who is this? Chat, did you just let a stranger into my house? - you laughed hugging his neck, leaning your chin on the top of Finn's head, his soft hair tickling your cheek.
— The stranger just solved your puzzle - he used his hands to make a "boom" gesture as he finished.
— I can see it, love - you laughed - Thanks - you leaned down to give him a small peck on his lips.
— I'm definitely better on Mario Kart, what are you talking about, chat? - Finn asked offended, you smiled hiding half of your face on Finn's shoulder, looking up at him.
Your fans noticing the way you looked at your boyfriend, started to tease you.
— They are saying you go easy on me when we are playing - he chuckled looking at you.
— Do I? - you asked and pulled the extra chair you kept, for him, so you could sit down.
— I don't know - Finn chuckled leaning on the chair, while looking at your face, just stuck on a love gaze.
— Let's find out then - you went closer to him with your chair, so you could save your game and switch to Mario Kart - Alright chat, quick Mario Kart with my baby and then we're off to bed - you said and took Finn's controller from your drawer, switching with yours from his hands.
— Aw, I'm your baby? - he asked.
— Of course - you chuckled.
— Too bad that you're gonna lose, it'll ruin your reputation - he teased, you turned offended.
— Oh, we are so on Wolfhard - you said squinting your eyes.
— Whoever loses has to trim Poppy's nails? - he asked.
— Be ready to get your face scratched again, love - you said and pressed "Start".
— Let's see then - Finn smirked.
As the "lap 01" started, you melted on your chair for a more comfy position, which meant, you throwing your leg over Finn's lap and he rested his arms on your leg.
You two played fair for the first 15 minutes of game, then, Finn started to kick your chair.
— Finn! - you yelped and lost control of your character with the sudden act.
— What? I didn't do anything! - he laughed as he passed you.
— YOU FUCKING CHEATER! - you exclaimed loudly and used your boost to reach him.
— WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS CAME FROM? - he laughed surprised.
— I can cheat too, asshole - you smirked and used your leg to move his controller, making him fly out of the track.
— Baby - he glared at you, you giggled as you won the first one.
— Yeah? - you innocently paused the game to look at him.
— Give me a kiss - he leaned in, you did, only for him to resume the game and make your character jump out of the track.
— NO! YOU TRICKED ME! - you shouted incredulously, Finn laughed loudly.
At the end of the game, Finn cheated so much that did ended up winning, he made a little dance of victory while you stared at the camera, clearly annoyed.
— Good luck trimming Poppy's nails, sweetheart - he laughed and pecked your lips, even though you were annoyed.
— I think someone is sleeping on the couch today - you grumbled, he hugged you, pulling you towards him - No, Finnie, let me close the stream - you laughed as he started to give you lots of kisses, from your forehead to your jawline, you giggled as you tried to finish your stream.
— Bye chat - he waved to the camera - I'm the Mario Kart king - he said and you rolled your eyes.
— You are an idiot - you chuckled and finished your stream finally.
user49294: LMFAO WHAT WAS THAT STREAM
user59294: I never thought I would see y/n raging so hard on Finn
user79350: finn's cheating methods needs to be studied because WHY WOULD HE THREATEN TO LICK FOOT.
user59290: they are so in love that it's disgustingly cute
STEP BRO MIKE WHENNNNNNN????
now <3. he js has that brotherly aura ugh. i’m sick n i need him (՞𓏼ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ𓏼՞)
𝄞 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ᭪ ♡ stepbro!mike x fem!reader !!
warnings: +18, SMUT, dark content, dubcon, taboo, aged up, stepbro!mike, stupid!reader, manipulation, fingering, orgasm denial, stepcest, superrr sensitive reader, NOT PROOFREAD, FILTHY
𝄞 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ᭪ mike is forever grateful his mom married another guy because… you were the best addition to the wheeler house, innocent and pretty, and surprisingly, you and mike hit it off quickly, like the perfect match. he had always interested you, it seemed he knew so much, about fantasy stuff, about new swear words, about life in general. you learnt mostly everything from him and his "wise" knowledge, despite you two only being a year apart.
and mike immediately noticed how sheltered you were. how your old family didn’t even give their time of day to teach you about the birds and the bees, about love, about anything at all! you’d be the perfect victim for someone who’s desperate to catch some action, (of course that wasn't what mike was) and he thought it was the cutest thing ever. you were so precious, so easy to piss off without even trying.
how you don't understand normal human dynamics, so you show up in his room wearing just a tank top and a pair of panties for all of him to see, because for you, that was casual wear. he'd bite his lip rather than tell you that technically it was wrong. and that he knew your perception of him was that he was your new brother! you could trust him with all your life, you don't expect a family member to do anything bad or malicious because they're family.
how you'd watch the two main leads in a romance movie make out on the family TV and he'd conveniently sit next to you and watch, like his show was on. "do you even know what they're doing?” he knows you know, it’s just that he wants to keep bitching you. you roll your eyes. "duh!-, i'm not that stupid."
he chuckles, you always wanted to be knowledgeable around him. "hmmm… well, on the topic, don't you kiss people to show love?," you nod, "of course..." "well, that isn't any different from showing your love to your brother-- i mean, i've been really good to you haven't i?" you can't help but nod again, "so... don't you want to show me some love too? oh c'mon." he points at the spicy make out scene showing on screen. "i can teach you how to kiss like that. that's how you kiss your brothers." "really?" "swear. plus, it feels really good, doesn't a princess like you wanna feel reaallly good?" you had always been too curious after all.
the two of you were now giggling on his bedroom floor. he wanted to teach you everything. down to how you have to tilt your head slightly to the side so his tongue could delve deeper inside your mouth, tongue practically making you gag from how deep he shoves it inside your throat, you push him away. “can’t breath…” “ah, y’just can’t take it.” “i can!” ah. your competitive spirit. he grins. “you aren’t even trying.” so now the two of you spend your evening tackling each others lips, letting out trails of saliva to drip down both your chins.
he then notices how you shuffle your legs, or how you’d constantly change how you sit. “aw. is it damp down there?” you nod helplessly, “for some reason…” your hands drift towards the in-between of your thighs, past the waistband of your shorts, trying to relieve the weird sensation, he’d stop you before you do anything. “tsk. no, you don’t know a clue about touching that.”
“a-am i not supposed to?” “i mean you can, but i need to teach you first, my hands would feel way better than your small ones, right?” he’d intertwine his fingers with yours, showing the evident size difference, and maybe because he just has freakishly long, veiny fingers. he was right. “now where do you want me to touch?” you’d look down to your lap. “you’re better than that! use your words.” “right here, please?” he smiles, how obedient you are, “even a ‘please’? you’re so sweet , sis..”
he then moves his hand past the waistband of your panties, “and .. this is the most sensitive part-“ he pinches your clit, earning an abrupt yelp from you, “mike!” he chuckles, you were so cute. he’d rub the sensitive bud in circles as compensation.
he then pushes in two fingers at the same time, knowing that you can take it all in one go, anyway, you’d moan, “stings! ah-“ he’d push his fingers all the way in, and pulling them out, over n over ‘til you memorize the rhythm of how he moves them. you were whining so much… and he wasn’t even moving that fast!
“god, you’re whining like a whore-“ “you know what that means?” you shake your head as you cling onto the arm that’s moving in and out of your puffy cunt. “how do i explain this… someone really greedy to be touched.” “is- hng- is it.. bad?” he chuckles, shrugging, “not necessarily, you’ve been so good, anyway…” he pumps faster, with his thumb pressing deep into your sensitive bud, you moan, legs sensitive and practically about to give in. “mike. stop. stop. g’na pee.” you tap his hand to stop, he curls the two fingers instead. “oh… you feel like you want to pee? that’s how it’s s’posed to feel like.” “ha-ah?” “you’re about to cum. like… ‘explode’ feels overwhelming?” you nod again, unable to take in all the pleasure… “want to.. cum…”
“you want to cum? say ‘please’ again, i’ll let you, promise.” “pleaasee, mikey pleaasee.” and just before he gives you what you wanted, he suddenly notices the aching bulge in his shorts, seeing how privileged you are. “hmm.. on second thought, you’ve been soso spoiled all night!” he briefly pulls away his fingers. “mike!” the look on your face was priceless, you looked so defeated, it made him laugh.
“before i give you your prize, you havta give your brother somethin’ in return, m’kay?”
“but… mike!” you frown.
“ah. ah. that or nothin at all.” you stared at him confused, like a lost puppy.
“fine…”
he grins wide, slowly unzipping his shorts.
“sucha’ good sis…”
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sry so late to upload bwhaha, IM SO PISSED MY DRAFTS ARENT BEING SAVED WTFF !!! send more asksss
joe being a stoner means a lot to me for some reason.
Hey!! I just read ur recent post of Finn’s photo dump and I loved the last pic. Can we see more of their flirty side like that in future Instagram posts? 🤗
you ask you shall receive :) y/n + finn in one
in like the 5/6 year mark of them dating i imagine they post little hints more often now and the fans are just like sooo who is this??
off the record au masterlist
yourusername time off 🪁
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user1 my baby she’s so adorable
user2 so are we not gonna mention anything about how pic 5 literally looks like finn
user3 ooo 3 of the mysterious bf we all think is finn?? y/n must be feeling brave today 🤭
jaedenwesley nonchalant photo dump
| yourusername do i look mysterious?
Jake is a whore because he betrayed his entire species for some hot aliens after knowing them for three months. Quaritch is a bigger whore because he did it in three minutes
just finished the stranger things finale and i need 14 jonathan fics on my desk by tomorrow