Welcome to smutty wonderland - We’re all filthy here ✨
Who I am: My name is Nina, I am a +18 bisexual girlie and an absolute sucker for a good fic. I’m not a native English speaker, so any healthy criticism to my writing - grammar slips, etc - will be received with open arms.
What I do: I write mostly for Finn Wolfhard and his characters (Boris Pavlikovsky; Mike Wheeler; Miles Fairchild; Trevor Spengler; Ziggy Katz). I usually write smut, but also do fluff and hurt/comfort.
Masterlist here.
I’ll also write for:
Olivia Rodrigo (herself);
Sabrina Carpenter (herself);
Timothee Chalamet (himself; Lee from Bones and All; Wonka);
Stranger Things (pretty much any character);
More to be announced soon.
Important reminders:
This is ALWAYS a safe space for LGBT+, poc and non-native English speakers 🏳️🌈;
Descriptions of reader's body are vague on purpose. All sizes are beautiful and deserving of love and lust ❤️🔥;
OBVIOUSLY, all the characters, if canonically minors, are aged up to be adults. No one here is fantasizing about children (and if you are, go get help);
I take my time with requests and asks. I'm an adult person with a full-time job and relationships to maintain. Please be patient;
I'm not anyone's mommy 🤷🏻♀️ I don't do the "minors DNI" thing/don't block people whose age isn't visible on their profile. It's not my job to prevent minors from reading smut on Tumblr, sorry. The content of my posts is always disclosed before the cut, though.
hi so 'beginners luck' is so fucking good 😭 i just wanted to let you know what a masterpiece it is, you write soft smut so well and i literally had butterflies the ENTIRE time, you killed me with that one 💗
thank you so much, lovely 🥺 I love it when you guys tell me how my stories affected you/how they made you feel. I haven’t posted in a while (and I’m desperately trying to come back because writing fanfiction is my favorite hobby and our small community is so near and dear to my heart), this comment made me smile and want to roll up my sleeves to get back to writing. Thank you thank you thank you 🩷
The feeling of getting comments on your fics is the craziest thing. Like, I wrote this in my free time because it's something I wanted to read and someone thought it was good or it made their day and they took the time to tell me that??? Incomparable.
hiii pls continue ur instant chemistry fic! i absolutely love ittt
I really want to write some more of that fic (you guys are always dm’ing me about it), but seeing Finn’s hand on Millie’s waist on that finale has been reallyyyy throwing me off :(
I can’t promise you that I’ll keep writing for him (besides a fic or two that were mostly done before it happened), but… yeah. It’s been weird to picture Finn being into anyone lately lol
(I’ll still write for his characters, but maybe not himself though)
Warnings: loss of virginity (for both characters), softer smut, still kinda fluffy ‘cause Richie is a darling - characters are OBVIOUSLY aged up to be young adults in this.
Love note from Nina: y’all are so thirsty for Richie, dear lord (so am I, so here you go, lovely).
Personal note: and the Finnie fics are back! After such a long time, nothing makes me happier than coming back to so many likes and reblogs. Thank you so much, my loves, and here you go with another fic 💕
It was finally summer. Richie had been dating you for a couple of months now - you had met the loser’s club, his family, and pretty much everyone in his life -, but it seemed to him that no time or familiarity would make his lust for you subside.
Whenever you guys made out too much, he’d get his stomach hurting with butterflies, eager to touch you, but also insecure about himself. Of course, he’d always joke around about how big his cock was, how it took him forever to cum, all those silly things boys talk about when they’re young. But it was different when he was alone with you… What if you didn’t think he was that big? What if he came too fast if you two, you know, ended up actually doing it?
Those were the things he was trying not to think about while you straddled his lap, slowly swinging your hips to the tent in his pants as he groped your ass hungrily underneath your sundress. His kisses were heated, his malicious tongue coming in and out of your mouth as he pleased, his hands grabbing you with lust. You were also a bit nervous about how things could end up going, but you trusted Richie, and your craving for his touch was getting bigger than anything else.
Getting a sudden burst of courage, you gently pushed him to the side on the couch, making him lie down, and your body soon joined his, continuing with the make out session in that new position, your knees bent so you could straddle him some more. His hands were still underneath your dress, now toying with the sides of your panties without actually pulling them down, driving you insane with that teasing.
“Richie” you pleaded, barely breaking the kiss to speak, almost moaning into his mouth. Richie let out a little chuckle and complied immediately, his soft fingertips lowering the fabric down to your knees.
“Want me to touch you, love?” he asked, glasses slightly fogged up by your shortened breaths. He loved seeing you all worked up like this.
“Please” you begged, feeling your slick arousal seep from your insides even more, as you anticipated his touch.
Your hands were on the sides of his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks slowly as your eyes fluttered with pleasure when he finally touched you. Richie’s fingertips reached your drenched cunt, moistening in its liquid, one of his fingers slipping into you almost magnetically.
It was just his middle finger, but you were so tight, he was afraid putting two of his fingers in would hurt you already.
“How’s this, doll?” he said softly, almost whispering, as his smooth digit slowly dipped in and out of your core. “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah” you moaned, breathless. “Keep going, baby, it’s just…” you trailed off, your eyes fluttering with pleasure.
“Over here, right?” he whispered, soaked fingertip gliding over your clit smoothly.
You nodded and let out a surprised moan in response, feeling your legs tremble as Rich tested out speeds and angles, circling your bundle of nerves with care and attention. He wanted to make you come undone for him, and was determined to study your body like he would get graded for it - and in his mind, the only passing grade was an A+.
His touch was feather light, the circles he traced so delicate and perfect. You were drenched in arousal, your stomach reaching its maximum capacity of butterflies - you had never had an orgasm, but had heard of it, and it seemed imminent that it would happen. Not satisfied, Richie put his lips to your ear.
“Let go for me, yeah?” He whispered, his teeth on your lobe. “Let me make my beautiful doll cum, won’t you?”
“Uh-huh” you moaned, your back arching in pleasure. It felt like a knot in your lower belly, something tight and tingly that needed to unravel.
Richie kept biting your earlobe gently, his breath so warm down your neck as he kissed it lightly and maliciously, his touch on your clit maintaining its rhythm - and driving you crazy with each swirl.
“So flushed, so wet… I can’t wait to make such a pretty girl cum for me” he whispered.
Your moans increased, thighs shaking, eyes rolling, mouth opening on its own into a big O shape. It finally hit you: your head felt dizzy and light, your blood felt hot in your veins, your ears went deaf - until they heard Richie pulling air between his teeth, fingers soaked in your arousal.
“That was beautiful to see, baby” he said softly, sounding more confident than before, barely able to contain the grin on his face. “Did it feel good?”
“Amazing” you sighed, happy, still a bit lightheaded by the sensation.
“You’re so wet already, I bet your pussy tastes so good, love” Richie traced his fingers gently across your entrance, clear strings of your arousal still connecting him to your core. His eyes shot up at yours, lips slightly parted in awe, more lustful than ever. “Will you let me eat you out?”
“I…” you started, still a bit insecure about your taste - what if he didn’t like it? But the way he discreetly licked his lips looking down at your core made you forget anything else. “I’d love that” you answered, your voice faint and breathless.
“That’s what I wanted to hear” he affirmed, mischievous smile plastered on his lips. “Now, should we get rid of that dress?”
You agreed, helping Richie pull it over your head and toss it on the floor. His eyes widened at the sight of your chest, your perky nipples almost showing through the thin fabric of your bra.
“This too?” He asked, slowly sliding your bra straps off your shoulders. His eyes were low, his lips still slightly parted, and his fingers felt so hot on your skin that he seemed feverish. Richie was so desirous of you, he couldn’t even hide it.
“Sure, love” you said softly, as his arms went around your back to unhook your bra. It took him a few tries, his hands trembling with nervousness, but you helped him get it off, chuckling sweetly.
“Can I touch you?” he asked again, hands lingering on your waist, trying to make sure you consented to everything. You nodded, smiling at his sudden shyness.
He didn’t need any more reassurance. His hands went straight for your breasts, grabbing them gently, feeling their weight, their shape, their heat. He leaned in for another kiss, lips meeting yours hungrily, thumbs grazing over your nipples. His lips went down your neck with gentle bites and a few kisses - it wasn’t hard to guess what his next move would be.
“Can I… Can I put them in my m-“ you didn’t let him finish the sentence, but grabbed the hair on his nape and pushed his face into your chest. Richie suckled on your nipples delightedly, licking and kissing clumsily, squeezing your boobs together on his face, having a feast of your body.
When he was satisfied with the touch (and trying to get even more urgent moans from you), Richie lied back on the couch and gestured for you to come forward, and you gasped softly as you realized he wanted you to sit on his face. You took your panties all the way off and tossed them on the floor, repositioning yourself on top of Richie afterwards. Your knees were now on either side of his head, your arms supporting your weight on the couch as you lowered your hips slowly, afraid you’d hurt him or suffocate him.
He noticed you were a bit shy, but pulled your thighs down anyway, making you sit on his face once and for all - only to lap up your arousal immediately. His tongue on your clit made your thighs shake uncontrollably, like an earthquake on the couch. The noises he made were lewd - you could hear him slurping, licking, kissing, moaning, whimpering. Richie was getting off on eating you out almost as much as you.
Almost, ‘cause you were feeling like you were about to explode. His mouth, so hot and wet; and his tongue, delivering the exact amount of pressure - that would be the end of you.
“Tastes so good” you heard him say, voice muffled as his mouth worked in between your thighs. “You’re delicious, doll”
Your moans were involuntary at that point, eyes shut and mouth gaping as another climax broke through your body. Your core was wetter now, your fluids abundant with desire, and Richie was lapping it up so eagerly, you had to actually lift yourself up to stop his roguish tongue after you rode out of your high.
You got up, wobbly legs feeling so funny, and Richie soon followed, standing up and leaning down for another kiss. His tongue tasted of you, which added to your arousal even more - if anyone had told you beforehand that you’d ever feel like that, you wouldn’t believe it.
Your hands reached his waist gently, lifting up his t-shirt to show him you wanted it off. He got the message faster than you thought he would, reaching for the back of his neck and getting rid of it in a couple seconds.
With his chest exposed, the skin-to-skin contact made the make out session all the more intense. His tongue pried your lips open once again, taking your breath away as he kissed you hungrily.
His hands kept wandering around your body, seemingly never ending their exploration of your curves. Your skin felt tingly and sensitive from his touch, craving him even more. It soon dawned on you, though, that he was still dressed from the waist down, and you were fully bare. The armchair behind him seemed too perfectly placed, and was put to use immediately as you pushed him back, making him seat on it.
“You don’t have to…” he trailed off, shy, as he realised what you had in mind.
“I want to please you too, love” you said, determined, body leaned over, hands on his thighs. “Can I?”
Richie nodded, but audibly gulped as he saw your body distancing itself from his. It was all fine when it was you receiving his actions: he had loved to see you feeling pleasure, making you cum, the quivers and moans coming out of you… But the idea of you touching him was giving him a little bit of a stage fright.
You knelt down in front of him and lowered his pants and underwear down to his ankles gently, his hardened length finally springing free, the tip of his cock drooling with precum. He kicked the garments aside quickly, trying to avoid any awkwardness. The amazed expression on your face, unbeknownst to you, ended up shrugging off any insecurities he could have about his size.
“Is it ok if I put it in my mouth? Can I do that?” you looked up at him, your big eyes pleading. Ugh, he wouldn’t be able to resist - he wanted your touch.
“Sure you can, love” he agreed, gently moving a small lock of hair off your face. “Please”
Your eyes stared lasciviously at his erection for a second, before engulfing him in your mouth without any hesitation.
Richie gasped, biting his bottom lip as he eyed you in front of him. Your body knelt down for him, your mouth closed around his shaft, your head slowly bobbing up and down to pleasure him. He couldn’t recall another time in his life in which someone treated him so gently but so desirously - you wanted him and you loved him. That was all he needed.
The taste of his precum only made you more aroused, your mouth engulfing his shaft, licking and suckling eagerly as your dominant hand was wrapped around his girth. You gazed at him, eyes low with lust, your mouth so wet and warm around his cock…
His right hand touched your shoulder lightly, as to push you away, and you stopped, your lustful eyes becoming wider and confused.
“Sorry doll, it’s just… I-I think I might enjoy this part a little too much.” He panted, trying to hold back the load of cum that threatened to gush out of his length.
“It’s ok, love” you reassured, grabbing his hand gently. By the way he was acting, it wasn’t hard to read his mind. “Do you… do you want to cum in my mouth?”
Richie could’ve cum right at that second, just by hearing you say those words. Just the idea of his seed oozing into your mouth and coating your tongue made his heart skip a beat… and now you had just suggested it.
“I-I’d love to, princess… Can I? For real?” He tucked his hand under your chin, making you look him in the eyes.
“Sure you can, love” you agreed, putting your mouth back to his cock, suckling it, savouring his precum with your tongue, your hands resting on his thighs delicately.
Richie whimpered and moaned, his right hand on the back of your head as you blew him eagerly.
“You’re driving me crazy, doll” he said, stifling his moans and biting his lip discreetly. He gathered your hair in a ponytail gently, just to get it out of the way, nodding his head nearly imperceptibly, eyes rolling to the back of his head, arm shaking as his fingers’ grip softened.
Richie whimpered and moaned, his mercurial high hitting him stronger than ever, his entire body quivering in pleasure. His seed spilled into your mouth, warm and watery - you swallowed it immediately, trying to get as much of him as you possibly could.
Letting go of his cock, your lips instantly curled into a smile as you noticed the look on his face: he looked so stunned and so fucked out already.
“Are you okay?” you asked, holding back a chuckle (or trying to hold it back).
“I feel great, my love” he smiled sillily, making you laugh.
After another second of catching his breath, Richie stood up, soon pulling you up too. He kissed you once more, but more delicately; his hands cupping your face with care, and you could sense what he had in mind even before he spoke again.
“Do you… do you wanna go all the way?” He asked, nervous if you’d feel comfortable with him.
“I do” you responded, nodding lightly, your hands caressing his cheeks. “It’s just… Maybe not in the usual way, I think”
“What do you mean, love?” Richie asked, genuinely confused. Maybe it was just how horny he was, but he wouldn’t admit that to you. He hadn’t even gone soft after his first orgasm, something you couldn’t help but notice, feeling a little flattered by it.
“Can I be on top?” you asked shyly, “It’s just… I’m not sure if it’s gonna hurt, Bev told me it hurts… So maybe if I’m on top, it’d be easier to control how much is in, you know?” you blushed, hands a bit clammy with nervousness.
“Of course, doll” Richie tilted his head to the side like a puppy, hands reaching up to play with your hair lovingly, smiling to soothe your heart. “Whatever makes you comfortable”
“Ok, we just need to find a condom then” you stated, not knowing where those would be in his house.
“No problem, princess, I have some in my room” he nodded, reassuringly as he adjusted his glasses. “Should we finish what we started on the bed?”
You agreed, following Richie to his bedroom, hand in his the entire time. He guided you to lie on his bed, soon leaning over and gently pressing another kiss to your lips before turning around to find the condom. You closed your eyes for a second, taking in what was happening and the lust you were feeling. When you opened them again, Richie had already found the condom and was carefully putting it on.
“Everything okay?” He asked softly, hand reaching for your hip and caressing it lovingly. “We don’t have to do it if you’re not ready”
“But I want to” you replied, propping yourself up on an elbow and pulling Richie closer for a quick peck on the lips. “Lie down”
He obliged immediately, his eyes seeming so hungry as took in the sight of you accommodating yourself on his lap, one leg to each side of his hips. Richie teased your drenched entrance with his hardened length, gathering your arousal around his tip, making sure you were as wet as possible.
You took his length in your dominant hand cautiously, making sure to align it perfectly with your entrance. As the tip of his cock found its way into your slit, you slowly lowered your hips to finally engulf his length, taking your time doing so - and sensing any pain or discomfort.
“Fuck” he uttered, so softly you could barely hear him, “you’re… you’re really tight, doll” he whimpered lowly, eyes fluttering shut as his mouth slightly gaped - he was visibly trying to keep calm as his tip was slowly swallowed by your slick folds. “Am I hurting you?” he stopped himself from thrusting his hips up and asked, worried.
“Not really, I just-“ you moaned. People always told you losing your virginity was painful, uncomfortable, awful, all kinds of bad things. You felt some pressure between your hips, yes, but being so wet probably made it a lot easier to do it.
You slowly sank yourself into his length by lowering your hips just a little bit and coming back up - after repeating the process a few times, you could get him fully inside you, feeling a delicious warmth fill you up. Richie’s body was burning hot, and you noticed his hands were a bit shaky as they held onto your hips, helping you ride him. His eyes rolled back behind his glasses, the movement and the sight of your body on top of his so arousing.
“You feel so good” he moaned, face contorting involuntarily in pleasure.
Letting out a little giggle, you picked up the pace in order to get him to lose control even more. You could feel him sweating, and somehow, that aroused you even more. Richie had a delicious natural scent, and it filled the room as he thrusted up and into you.
“Princess, I-“ he started, his body’s warmth radiating into yours, his hands still quivering as they groped your hips once again. “I don’t think I can hold it in, you know, for much longer… Can I cum?”
“Of course, my love” you nodded, bouncing on his cock a little faster, just to give him the final push for a better orgasm. “Cum for me, baby”
That was it for him. Your tight, soaked core squeezed his length, pulsing around it until you got every drop of his liquid to flow into you. The warmth that filled you made your eyes roll in ecstasy.
As you got up and off of him (making sure the condom would stay in place, ‘cause Bev had told you some horror stories about the possibility of the condom getting stuck inside), Richie got up to tie up the condom and discard it in the closest bin. When he returned, he lied with you in bed, and you just relaxed, cuddling in each other’s arms lovingly.
“That… That was really good, love” you sighed, satisfied as you laid your head on his chest.
“Beginner’s luck, I guess” Richie laughed softly, happy about the outcome of the situation, his dominant hand playing with your hair.
“You had never done this before?” You asked, head tilting up to look at him, your eyes slightly widened in shock. “Like, ever?”
“Not really” his cheeks were flushed. “You are… You know, my first”
“You’re my first too” you smiled, cupping his face for another kiss. Richie kissed you sweetly, his heart thumping with glee.
“I don’t think I’ll ever want, like, a second person” he confessed, a bit shy. “Do you think you will?”
“No, Richie, I love you, silly” you smiled, rubbing your nose on his playfully.
my loves, I want to write another Dustin fic soon (I have so many drafts, y’all wouldn’t believe it), but I’m a bit torn between writing a harrington!f!reader or a munson!f!reader 🥺
she would be a younger sister in both cases (of course), treated by her brother (Eddie or Steve) as a “preppy, goody two shoes, saintly, never gets with boys” type of girl - only for Dustin to find out she isn’t, if ya know what i mean ❤️🔥
Could you write a Dustin x reader fic of him in season 5 that’s kinda smutty with readers and Dustin skipping school on a Friday and going back to one of their houses and they talk about there feelings about everything going on and comfort each other but admit how they feel for each other and things get a little heated and or a little spicy 👀
Description of the reader preferably a girl.
If you can’t do this no problem just a suggestion I love your writing!!
Ditching - Dustin Henderson x reader
Pairing: Dustin Henderson (Stranger Things) x f!reader (both aged up to be 18)
Warnings: fluff, S5 VOLUME 2 SPOILERS please be careful, reader is a freak like Eddie bc you BET Dustin is projecting, love confessions, making out and getting spicy (sfw still, no smut this time) 🎀🌶️ also no use of y/n (?) this was accidental but apparently some people don’t like y/n, so yeah
Love note from Nina: ugh I just love how specific this is!! thank you so much for requesting, lovely 🥰
Disclaimer: I know I’ve been writing for Dustin a lot lately, but I think it’s because I feel useful when I do (?) I mean, there are sooo many great writers for Mike/the Finnverse in general already, and I was getting the feeling that my work wouldn’t scratch anyone’s itch for now. There aren’t as many active writers for Dustin, so any fics for him end up being more cherished I guess. (I’ll still write for the Finnverse, though - a Richie fic should be coming out in the next few days, I hear y’all in my asks, don’t worry)
“My house or yours?” Dustin asked, exhaling softly after a successful escape, shoulder brushing playfully against yours. You two were now walking past the cemetery and the church of Hawkins after carefully climbing out the back of Hawkins High’s fence and getting to the other side.
Ditching class on a Friday, at this point in the narrative (the last crawl happening the way that it did, Vecna kidnapping a bunch of kids, the entire town’s enduring sheer terror), seemed like a need more than a want. You could see the worry in his eyes, the small bruises still healing on his beautiful face, the cut on his lips that made you want to kiss his pain away forevermore. But there wasn’t any space for feelings at the moment, it seemed. Things were tense, stakes were high.
“Yours is easier to get to, I think” you tilted your head absentmindedly, trying to picture the way. “Just following along Cherry Street for a few blocks then turning right on Elm, isn’t it?”
“You know how to get there by heart, now?” he chuckled sweetly, lips curling into a smile.
“Home is where the heart is, my dear” you faked a southern accent, making Dustin laugh, his left hand discreetly grazing yours to show you he wanted to hold hands.
You took his hand in yours, continuing to talk as not to make it a big deal. Your black nail polish and hand tattoos would always stick out like a sore thumb in that small town full of conservative girls - but Dusty loved that you were different. Your affair with him had started a couple months ago, but you were yet to put a label on it.
“Do you think we can take a nap when we get there, though?” You asked, eyes heavy with tiredness. “I could so use this chest here as a pillow, you know”, your hand touched his chest for a second, feeling his laugh vibrate through your palm.
“Your favorite pillow will be on full display, m’lady” he affirmed, happy.
It was a short walk to his home, only a few minutes away from school. As he opened the front door and gestured for you to enter, you couldn’t help but feel your shoulders drop, relaxed.
“You can go upstairs and lie in bed, baby” he stated, locking the door behind himself. “I’ll just check on Mews II and join you in a jiffy”
You obliged, finally taking off your combat boots as you entered Dustin’s bedroom. Lying on his bed and having his scent fill your nostrils was like being anesthetized from any kind of pain - you could only think of Dustin now. His eyes fluttering shut, his hand on your face, his lips on yours. All that heavenly peace that would take over your heart as soon as he touched you.
In order to feel more comfortable, you soon saw yourself reaching for the clasp of your bra, undoing it so you could swiftly remove it without removing your shirt. Sleeping with a bra on was definitely a no-no.
“Whoa, there” Dustin chuckled, as he walked in and caught you pulling out your bra from underneath your t-shirt, “that’s quite a spicy nap”
“Stop it” you laughed with him, a bit embarrassed, “you weren’t even supposed to see this” you explained, “it’s just that, you know, sleeping in one of these is not the most comfortable experience”
“I know, love, don’t worry” he agreed, taking the garment from your hands and setting it aside, on an empty corner of his desk. “Now let’s get down to business”
Dustin removed his shoes quickly and lied in bed next to you, soon pulling you closer - it was time for your favorite pillow to be put to use.
He snuggled up to you, relishing in your body’s warmth and his comforter’s softness, letting out a relieved sigh as your head rested on his chest. His left hand came up to caress your face a moment later, getting you to smile.
You and Dustin were seeing each other for a couple of months now - you were expelled from Larrabee’s High School for burning up a bible in the middle of the gymnasium, protesting against the school’s sexist and retrograde morals, and had to move to Hawkins to finish your education. Dustin thought you were the most badass girl he’d ever met.
Besides going out on dates and spending a lot of time together, you guys hadn’t made it official - he had introduced you to the party as “this girl I really like”, but not as his girlfriend yet - however, you had already met his mom. Mrs. Henderson was a bit apprehensive about your style at first (“Dusty, the girl is dressed in black from head to toe… And all that makeup… Is that normal?”), but she soon warmed up to you, specially when she saw how sweet you were and how lovingly you treated her son (that mutual adoration was painfully obvious to everyone else in the room).
“I’m so scared you’re gonna get hurt” you said, hand caressing Dustin’s face gently, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He had told you everything about El and the upside down, but of course, he wouldn’t let you get involved. Either way, he knew Hawkins was a time-bomb at this point, and everyone was at risk.
“I’m scared you’ll get hurt too” he licked his lips nervously, “I think you’re the person I like the most”
“You mean, like, out of the people from school?” you inquired, curious.
“I mean in general” he confessed, taking your hand from his cheek gently, and pressing a kiss to it before placing it over his chest. You could feel his heart beating like a drum. “I… I love you, baby”
“Dustin…” you shook your head in disbelief, unable to hide your smile.
“I mean it” he stated, touching your chin to make you look him in the eyes. “I can’t imagine losing you. But the worst scenario would be losing you without telling you I love you. I will make you a proper proposal once things, you know, settle, but for now… Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Dustin, I love you” your voice broke, eyes tearful as you captured his gaze, “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend”
He leaned in slowly, fingertips carefully wiping your tears away before his lips touched yours. It was a very delicate kiss, full of love and tenderness. You could feel Dustin’s face wet with tears for a second, briefly breaking the kiss to wipe them away as well.
“Things will be ok” you nodded, studying his face. “My bard will come back to me after his campaign and we’ll celebrate everyone’s victory”
Dustin laughed, eyes sparkling before he leaned in and rubbed his nose on yours.
“Your bard, then, won’t be able to keep his hands off of you, my love” he pulled you closer by the waist, making sure you’d be lying on top of him perfectly before glueing his lips to yours once again.
The kiss was now more intense than before - you could feel Dustin’s chest heaving beneath you, his hands roaming all over your body, threatening to hike up your skirt as they reached your thighs, the icy touch of his rings never failing to make you gasp. His tongue met yours gently and maliciously, his hips soon thrusting up to meet yours as you ground on his lap.
Your knees ended up on each side of his hips, bent so you could straddle him some more. A few moans escaped Dustin’s lips in between kisses, his teeth nibbling your bottom lip in a possessive manner.
His hands found their way underneath your skirt, reaching for the sides of your underwear. He didn’t pull it down immediately, probably wanting to tease you. You nodded frantically, barely letting go of his lips to consent. He grinned mischievously, finally lowering the panties down to your knees - you could barely breathe as you anticipated his touch.
“Henderson, for the love of God, where are you????” you could hear Steve screaming out of Dustin’s walkie talkie.
Your lips left Dustin’s with a laugh - even though you hadn’t known Steve for long, you knew his desperation was never not funny.
“Shit, I swear to God this guy owes me one” Dustin scoffed, annoyed by the interruption, gently pulling your underwear up to its original position, in defeat. “In fact, he owes me so many ones, I should start keeping score”
Pairing: Dustin Henderson (Stranger Things) x f!reader (both aged up to be 18)
Warnings: general fluff, hurt/comfort and smut headcanons below the cut, separately, so you can read this partially or entirely as you wish, lovelies 💕✨ also SEASON 5 VOL 1 SPOILERS PLEASE BE CAREFUL
Love note from Nina: are my Dustin girlies still hungry? Here you go again with some more of him ❤️
Fluff 🎀
- When you guys met and he started pursuing you, Dustin always made sure you were comfortable and feeling heard at all times. He tries to learn your patterns like he’ll be graded for it, even starting a journal to keep track of your interests and preferences.
- Besides thinking you’re the most beautiful girl ever, Dusty also thinks you’re absolutely fucking brilliant. He could talk to you for hours and never get tired (he sometimes wishes he could lick your brain, too).
- Your walkie must be on at all times. As soon as he gets an idea, you’re the first person to hear about it. You two also fall asleep talking to each other on most nights. Dustin loves your voice and sleeps better if it was the last thing he heard before drifting off.
- When you two cuddle on his couch, your head is required to remain on his chest whenever possible: he loves having you so close, being able to smell you and feel you breathing. It just feels really grounding and relaxing to him.
- He loves your hair - shorter or longer, straight or curly, however you prefer to wear it, he loves it. He loves to play with it, smell it, twirl small locks of it around his index finger. Scalp massages are also his specialty, as well as just gentle caressing to soothe your nerves after a long day.
- Our lazy little nerd also loves to take a nap with his beloved. Expect some spooning, kisses on your back, warm caresses down your whole body (just note that, depending on the day, those could lead to, you know, something else).
- Dusty gets extremely protective when it comes to you. He knows what it’s like to lose a friend he loved, so can’t even begin to imagine how it would feel to lose a girlfriend he loves this much. He’s always worried that you’re going to get hurt, even doing simple tasks like chopping up chocolate for a batch of cookies. He (obviously) also tries to limit your participation on crawls to the least dangerous stuff possible.
Hurt/Comfort ❤️🩹
- You’re the only one he truly opens up with. He knows you won’t judge him, and that’s because he genuinely TRUSTS you. Your heart is his safe haven.
- He knows he can come to you after a bad day and find comfort in your touch and affection. He even gave you a copy of his house key so you can come and go as needed.
- You wouldn’t tell a soul about this, but you ended up saving Dustin’s life a few times, too. When the grief was all too much for him to bear, you kept him safe from things that could hurt him (drugs, weapons, anything), replacing it with your care and attention.
- His wounds are always healed with your help, whether they’re emotional or physical. He lets you clean his cuts and care for his bruises every time they happen - and even if it’s an old emotional scar ripping back open, he knows you’ll find a way to bandage it.
Smut ❤️🔥
- Being able to trust someone as much as he trusts you, on the flip side, ends up unleashing a whole new realm of desire within his mind. Dustin feels so safe with you, he can’t keep his hands off of your body. He wants all of you: mind, body, soul.
- He’d kiss you all day every day if he could. Make out sessions are always on the menu, even if they don’t lead to anything. So as much as he loves to pin you down on his bed and make your eyes roll, he also loves to kiss you just for the sake of affection and intimacy.
- You’ll never get tired of the sweet icy touch of his rings grazing your inner thighs and lower belly before his fingers reach your slit - just that, alone, can already make your body shiver in anticipation.
- Dusty is also very selfless in the bedroom: your pleasure is always front and center in his eyes.
- That’s probably why this boy lovesss to eat you out, omg. He loves your taste, the texture of your skin, how you moan his name and how soaked he can get you. Dustin alwaysss looks up grinning like the devil after you cum, lips still glazed with your arousal.
- He wouldn’t be caught dead saying it, but he loves that now that his hair is longer, you can grab it from his nape and tug on it like it’s a horse rein (he gets feral when you do it).
- Sex with him is always very intimate and intense. Lots of eye contact, gentle caresses and kissing; but also the dirtiest talk you’ve ever heard in your life, and even some rougher treatment (if you ask politely).
- Dustin is a top. Even if his domination is a bit more mental/overall softer sometimes, he loves to top. Having such a smart, beautiful girl feeling so safe with him that she actually lets him boss her around in the bedroom is the ultimate turn-on.
- Most of all, Dustin is a science man. And a science man is not scared of any natural bodily fluids. So, uh… Period sex? He’s down. Squirting? He’ll drink it right up if he can. Sweat? It’s all part of the process. He just wants you to be comfortable and be yourself.
where can i donate so YOU CAN WRITE ANOTHER DUSTIN FIC CAUSE OMG I NEED IT IN MY SOUL
The First Time
Pairing: Dustin Henderson (Stranger Things) x shy!f!reader (both aged up to be 18)
Warnings: fluff, softer smut, loss of virginity for both characters.
Summary: you and Dustin are in love and have your first time together. You’re a bit shy and self-conscious about your body, but he adores you and makes you feel comfortable about the situation. This is also a bit long (sorry not sorry etc)
Love note from Nina: Merry Christmas, lovelies! 🎄 I’m sooo excited that my Dustin fics were so nicely welcomed by my fellow Dustin girlies! Here you go with another one, my starved sweethearts 💕 I couldn’t find any first time fics for Dustin, but I really wanted to see one, so I just wrote my own lol. Hope you like it!
(And in case you want to help ya girl Nina, you can buy me a coffee here 💋)
A few months had passed since you and Dustin had become an item - you had moved to Hawkins in the spring, your crush on the Thinking Cap nerd blossoming along the flowers. Madmax was the best wingman you could’ve asked for, and soon, the entire town could see you and Dustin holding hands everywhere (at Hawkins High, the arcade or skull rock). Lucas, on the other hand, always teased him about you, asking when would you two finally “do it”: besides Will, Dustin was the only virgin member of the party now.
Your lovely bard did not want to pressure you into anything, though, so he tried to keep his cool whenever your lips crashed against his, whenever you sat on his lap and straddled him, whenever you looked way too beautiful (well, all the time). Dustin was always very respectful, so even though his lust distracted him from time to time, he knew his relationship with you was the most precious thing he could ever have.
This weekend, however, things were specially hard to deal with - his mom was visiting an aunt in Corydon, and he was left home to care for their new cat and work his summer job. He couldn’t complain, though, because being home alone meant getting lots of alone time with you.
That’s how you were, now: up in his room, shoes off, cuddling in bed and laughing together about some stupid bickering Lucas and Max had gotten into when the gang last hung out. As laughter dissolved into silence, Dustin didn’t think twice before leaning in for a kiss - he simply couldn’t resist. His lips met yours softly, at first, trying to sense if you’d be into it or not. His hands cupped your face, keeping you close, and your body shivered at his caring touch. He was always so delicate with you.
Your hands soon reached up to his hair, his thick curls tangling with your fingers like vines. His kisses were slow and meticulous, his lips soft and luscious as his tongue searched for yours in a delighted motion.
“Ugh, Dusty” you moaned, briefly breaking the kiss to speak and stabilise your breathing. “Fuck, why are you such a good kisser?”
He chuckled in between the next round of kisses, voice low and vibrating through you as he responded, “So you’ll always come back for more”, barely able to contain his smile.
As things heated up, he tried to conceal his apprehensiveness - even after plenty of advice, Dustin knew he was no Steve Harrington. He hadn’t kissed many girls in his life, and definitely hadn’t, you know, gone all the way with any of them. That’s exactly what ran through his mind when you spoke again.
“Do you…” you started, breathless and nervous, but so aroused already. “Do you think we’re going to… you know”
“I’m ready if you are” he smiled softly, also breathless and disheveled, “Do you want us to do it?”
His tone was caring and honest. Dustin didn’t want to pressure you into anything, but also couldn’t deny his feelings and his lust for you.
“I do…” you muttered, a bit shy. “It’s just that… I think the lighting is a bit too bright. Can you flick it off?”
“Sure, baby” he agreed, reaching for the switch behind himself. “There”
The room was dark now, his window was already closed, and your eyes were taking a while to adjust. You could only see the outline of Dustin’s body and tell where his bed and desk were, for instance.
Your eyes soon closed again for more kissing, now standing up next to his bed, his hands on your waist, feeling up your skin beneath your shirt. Dustin’s skin was always warm and inviting, making his touch so comfortable and anticipated.
“You can take it off, if you want” you whispered to his lips, your pink cheeks invisible through the darkness.
“I’d like that very much, thank you” he responded, devilish grin audible in his voice. Your shirt was off in the blink of an eye, and a moment later, so was his - the chest to chest contact took your breath away as Dustin gently bit your swollen lips in between kisses.
Your little naughty hands also found the hem of his jeans shortly after, and he couldn’t help but return the favor: soon, you were both stripped down to your underwear. You weren’t wearing a bra, something that he noticed with a faint gasp and a racing heart.
Dustin’s fingers glided gently over your skin, soon reaching the delicate curve of your breasts. You could hear him whimpering discreetly as he touched them, carefully feeling their shape, their weight, the softness of your skin. As you two were almost fully bare by now, it all felt more intense, and Dusty wanted to slow down a little, just to make sure you were okay with everything. His hands wandered a bit more, circling your perky nipples before groping your mounds entirely.
Your mouth let out a faint moan, surprised by the groping, feeling more desirable as he seemed so eager to get to know your body. Dustin could barely breathe himself, touching you very delicately, as if any wrong movement could scare you off.
Your chest heaved, breaths slowly becoming more shallow, as you leaned into his touch, and his hands groped your breasts more hungrily - oh, how he wished he could see them now, and fully take in the sight of your beautiful body.
“Love” he called, voice raspy with desire. “Would just the lamplight still bother you? Like, just turning that specific light on, nothing else…”, you could hear him lick his lips nervously, “I-I really wish I could see your body a little more”
“I’m scared you won’t like it” you admitted, shy. You still wanted to see Dustin’s face, wanted to see his body, but were afraid of rejection. You weren’t perfect, and to you, Dustin deserved the most perfect girl in the world.
“I’m also scared you won’t like my body” he confessed, shoulders shrugged, insecure. “I’m nothing like the jocks from school, you know…”
“But you don’t need to be anything like them” you chuckled, embracing him lovingly. “I think you’re so, so beautiful.”
“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen” even though you couldn’t see it, you could hear him smiling as he talked. “And I love you and I’m attracted to you despite any standards of anything. You’re the one, you’re my girlfriend. There’s no one else in the world that I’d rather share this moment with.”
“I love you, and I want this to be our special moment together as well” you tightened your grip on his sides. “Can we agree that just the lamplight would be okay? I wanted to see you too”
“Sure” he agreed, letting go of you for a second, just so he could find the lamp’s switch. “Let me just…”
As soon as the light came on, soft and warm, Dustin’s eyes lit up as they saw your body for the first time, glowing with the orange light of his lamp, only your panties preventing him from seeing you completely bare.
“You’re so beautiful” he exhaled, lustful. His lips were slightly parted as he approached you once again, hands carefully attaching to your sides, tracing your curves.
“Can I take you to bed?” he whispered, a bit embarrassed, fingers brushing a few locks of your hair out of your face, tucking them lovingly behind your ears.
“You can do pretty much anything you want from now onwards, Dusty” you chuckled softly, going for his lips again.
He embraced you warmly, the kiss now slower, but more malicious. Dustin’s hands held your waist tightly, making you moan into his mouth as he swept up off your feet and carefully put you on his bed, making sure your head would be comfortable on one of his pillows. He leaned over you, covering your body with his, supporting himself of his forearms.
If there’s anything Steve had taught him about having sex with a girl, it was that her pleasure always comes first; specially if she’s a virgin. Dustin’s mind lingered on that advice, remembering its exact words: “Tire her out, Henderson. When you put it in, that girl must be so wet there’s barely any resistance”
So that was his mission right now - get you as wet as he possibly could. His kisses left your lips, soon finding your neck and your chest. Dustin’s lips closed around one of your nipples, suckling it with care. The texture of your skin was driving him crazy - he wanted all of it, all of you. His hands were skimming and cupping your chest, feeling you up in a ravenous manner as his mouth licked, kissed and suckled anything it could.
“Fuck, you’re perfect” he cursed under his breath for a second, mouth soon reclaiming its place on your skin, kissing, biting, suckling.
It was so interesting how you couldn’t feel bad about your body when Dustin’s lips were all over it. The only thing you could think about was how lucky you were to be there, to be receiving his lust. You always felt beautiful in his arms.
His mouth came back up to meet yours, still eager and hungry. His dominant hand, however, traced your figure until it found the frail fabric of your panties, absolutely soaked at this point. Dustin quietly pulled air in between his teeth, letting go of your lips as he skilfully pulled your panties to the side, feeling your arousal coating the tips of his fingers immediately.
“Can I touch you, love?” His eyes found your face once again, looking for consent.
“Yes” you were able to respond, hips thrusting into his touch, legs shaky with lust. He grinned like a scientist who finally discovers the exact proportions of reagents needed to trigger a mixture to a boiling point. Dustin’s fingertips glided gracefully along your folds, circling your clit with the lightest touch possible - the experiment also required a very specific amount of pressure in order to work, and the only measure of success was how fucked out you looked in the end.
You moaned his name over and over, trying to say at least a cohesive sentence, but losing the thought as soon as it was formed. Your lips could only pronounce what you wanted the most: Dustin.
“Yeah? Does that feel good?” he cooed, voice dripping with lust.
“Amazing…” you managed to say as your thighs trembled, your mercurial high approaching hurriedly.
“Let go, love, let me take care of you” he bit your neck gently, his breath hot against your neck, tingling your skin with desire.
Your eyes rolled in pleasure, body squirming involuntarily, breath uneven, your climax feeling inescapable.
“Just like that, babygirl, let yourself cum for me, yeah?” His voice was faint with lust, lips curling in a naughty grin.
His entire hand was covered in your fluids at this point, your soaked core making splashy sounds with each swirl of his fingers.
Your moans increased, your body squirming and spasming with pleasure, Dustin’s grin growing by the second as your mouth opened on its own in a big “O” shape. No sound left your throat, but your breathing and your squeezed shut eyes were enough for him to realize what had happened - he had just made you cum for the first time.
You came down from your high after a minute, a bit surprised by how happy Dustin seemed as he watched you closely.
“Are you okay, love?” He asked, hands caressing your waist possessively.
“I feel great” you sighed, a silly smile stuck to your face. Your head felt so light and dizzy from the pleasure… It was definitely much different (and better) when someone else touched you. “How about you?”
“I need to taste you” he stated softly as he shook his head, tone sounding more urgent than he probably intended to. “Please, let me take this off” he pleaded, flustered, both hands on the sides of your ruined panties.
“Take them off, I’m yours” you moaned, surrendered.
Dustin’s hands were shaking slightly around your hips for a moment, peeling off your underwear until it was abandoned on the carpet.
You lied back on the bed, and it only took him a few seconds to find his way to your stomach. His lips glided along your belly, hands groping your waist firmly, holding you in place as you squirmed under his kisses and love bites.
As he got to your lower abdomen, just a little over your wet slit, he couldn’t help but notice you looked a bit worried, your eyebrows furrowing involuntarily.
“Can I taste you, baby?” he asked softly, his eyes glazing mesmerized all over your body. He thought you looked like a renaissance painting, but couldn’t see how to mention it at the moment. All he wanted was to feel you, make you feel good and safe.
“I… If you want to, I think you can” you stuttered, shy.
“I very much want to” his blue eyes darted between your face and your core, looking more lustful than ever. “Let me know if you’re not feeling good, ok? Just say it and I’ll stop”
You nodded your head and sighed, anticipating the feeling of his tongue on your slit. You had no idea what it felt like, but a memory flashed through your mind: Max and El laughing about how that was the best part of it, back in a sleepover a few weeks ago. Finally, you’d be able to have your own impression of it.
Dustin’s tongue hit your core wetly and softly, immediately sending a shiver down your spine and a moan to your lips. You could hear him chuckle faintly at your reaction, making your slit vibrate. He circled your clit unceremoniously, lapping up your arousal, relishing in its taste, in its presence (as it meant you were, you know, very into him), in its slick feeling, making his tongue slip between your soaked folds.
Just these sensations made you feel euphoric and moan his name again, but soon, you felt another climax rapidly building at the pit of your stomach. Dustin’s hands rested over your thighs, keeping them parted as his lips explored you so hungrily. His blue eyes shot up at yours, so confident in what he was doing. It was all too much for you to take.
Shakily reaching for his dominant hand, you grabbed two of his fingers and gestured at your slit - it wasn’t hard to read your mind.
His index and middle finger found their way to your entrance, moistening in your abundant arousal carefully before diving into your core. A louder moan escaped your lips, and from then on, it was pretty much impossible to keep quiet.
Dustin’s tongue kept working restlessly on your clit, and his fingers slowly curled inside your pussy, soon finding that sweet spot inside you. Your moans guided him to the perfect rhythm, his fingers filling you up so good… Your body didn’t need much more than that to come undone once again.
Your insides squeezed Dustin’s fingers as you came, a higher-pitched moan escaping your lips and tinting the air with lust. His eyes opened again, impressed by how strongly your muscles were clenching around him: he could only imagine what it would feel like once he put his length to your soaked core.
As he realised you had ridden out of your high, he withdrew his touch gently, still proudly watching your amazed expression.
“You taste so good, baby”, he sucked your arousal off his fingers, still unable to get that devilish grin off his face, his lips glazing with wetness, “I think you’re my favorite flavour of anything, now”
You laughed sweetly, pulling him up for another kiss. Dustin was making you feel so comfortable, so desired, so loved. You licked his bottom lip and chin in between kisses, playfully, getting him to chuckle as you tasted yourself on his skin.
“See, I told you you’re delicious” he held your chin up for a second before diving back into you.
You tried to laugh, but Dustin kissed it right off your lips - the sound that left your throat ended up being muffled by a moan. As you lifted up your body to switch positions, you couldn’t help but stop when you realised you were laid on a puddle of your own wetness.
Dustin’s lips parted in amazement once he noticed, sitting up on the bed to analyse it, lips soon pressing up against one another, withholding another grin. The stain on his bedsheets distracted him for a second, so you had time to plan the next step of your encounter.
Using a fallen pillow for comfort, you kneeled slowly in front of him, using body language to infer your intentions. He watched you, mesmerized, nodding almost imperceptibly.
You peeled his underwear off gently, all the way down, so he could step out of it. The sight of him was stunning, and even though you wanted to touch him right away, some reassurance was needed.
“I’ve never done this part” you licked your lips, a bit nervous as you looked up at him. “But I really want you to feel good, too. Can I do it?”
“Yeah, love” he sighed, trying to stabilize his breathing, “I… I’d love for you to do it, actually. This is something I think about sometimes”, he confessed, shy, wondering if you’d pick up on the fact that he thought about this when he touched himself, alone.
“Let me know if it doesn’t feel right at any moment, okay?” you stated, wanting him to feel safe.
Dustin was secretly glad there was at least one light on now, as that granted him the sight of you taking his length into your mouth. Your dominant hand took ahold of his erection carefully, and you wrapped your lips around his pinkish tip, getting acquainted with its texture and how it fit in your mouth. Your tongue glided along its glistening opening, tasting a drop of his fluid - and getting immediately hooked to the taste.
His lips opened involuntarily for a second, then closed slowly, preventing any moans from coming out, his face contorting with pleasure. His dominant hand went to your hair, preventing it from getting in the way. Dustin’s breath hitched again, his thighs trembling mildly as he tried to contain himself.
You took him further in your mouth, understanding how far you could go - his girth was a bit above average, and it’d graze the inside of your cheeks as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.
You heard him whimper as your lips engulfed him more and more, up until he was straight up moaning, your name rolling off his tongue effortlessly, along with a few curse words.
Your dominant hand soon joined the mixture, and that was too much for him to bear.
“Baby, baby” he stopped you, hesitantly. Your big eyes looked up at him, concerned. “I-I always wanted to do this part, you know? But if I… Well, let myself go now, maybe I’ll be too nervous to… To go all the way”
“It’s ok, love” you nodded sweetly. “Should I get back on the bed?”
“Please” he helped you up chivalrously, making sure you were comfortable as you laid back on the bed. Dustin reached for the first drawer of his bedside table - where the ridiculous amount of condoms he was jokingly given by his friends rested untouched, up until now. He plucked one out of a long string of silver wrappers, gently opening it.
“Should I do it for you?” You broke the silence, sitting up using the kindest tone you could find in your throat.
“It, hum, it would help, love” he handed you the condom, and you noticed his hand was trembling lightly.
Quickly figuring out the correct side (so it wouldn’t be inside out), you rolled the condom onto his length gently, looking up at him to catch any anxiety.
“Hey, I love you” you got up, embracing him and pulling his face down for a sweet kiss. “I’m really happy to be here, really happy it’s you”
“Me too, baby. I love you, I love you so much” he smiled in between kisses. “But I also think you’re the hottest girl ever”
You chuckled as Dustin pushed you back on the bed, making you lie down one last time.
He held his length in his dominant hand after getting on top of you, aligning it with your soaked core.
“Wow” he whispered, mostly to himself, “That’s very tight”, trying to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head, blinking a few times, as his pinkish tip started disappearing between your folds. Dustin had thought it would be harder than this, but still felt your hymen resisting him. He tried to push through it as gently as he could, and soon, his length had been entirely engulfed by your slit.
“How’s this, baby?” He checked in on you, hand caressing your cheek softly as he spoke, eyes on yours. “Any pain? Anything weird?”
You shook your head. It didn’t hurt, you just felt a bit… Stretched. That “filling” sensation was new, but pleasant.
“Are you sure? Can I move?” He asked again, looking for reassurance. Knowing him, you knew he wanted a verbal response.
“Please” you breathed, nodding. You wanted to ask for more, but your shyness was still getting in the way.
You could feel Dustin thrusting his hips into your core gently, still darting his eyes back and forth between your face and your body, trying to gauge each micro expression of your face.
You seemed relaxed, your lips slightly parted, looking up at him in awe, breathing slow. No sign of pain, from what he could tell; so, he kept going. Your face looked so beautiful and fucked out beneath him, though: he couldn’t leave your lips alone.
Dustin leaned in for a kiss as his length entered you once again, his thrusts slow and steady, his tongue soon meeting yours delightedly. You couldn’t help but notice how intimate it all felt.
In the beginning, his kiss was slow, but playful, full of lip bites and tongue suckling. As minutes passed, however, it grew really intense and passionate - you two were lost in each other, enraptured by the haze of your love.
“Baby” he called, barely breaking the kiss to speak, forehead glued to yours. Your eyes met his right away, your mouth moaning in response. “You feel so good… I, I just… Can I cum?”
“Of course you can, love” you nodded, cupping his face, a tired smile across your lips for a second. “I want you to savour this as much as I did”
Dustin’s lips touched yours once again, tongue sweetly entangling with yours one last time. Then, he picked up the pace.
You gasped a little loudly, feeling a completely new jolt of pleasure. Dustin moaned above you, thrusting in a much faster cadence - wild, even. You could feel him slowing down to check on you, but before any sound could leave his lips, you intervened.
“Keep going, keep going” you demanded, voice sounding desperate and lustful.
He picked up the pace even more than before, a few curls starting to stick to his damp forehead, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure, his breathing faintly audible.
A third orgasm ripped through your body, your mouth releasing the lewdest moans Dustin had ever heard, your tight core squeezing his length deliciously, and he couldn’t hold it in anymore: he simply had to cum for you. He let out a loud, satisfied moan, his cock twitching inside you, letting every drop of his lust flow into you.
As he recovered from such an intense sensation, his gaze met yours in pure awe - followed by a sweet laugh. He dropped his weight on you for a second, teeth grazing your neck as he smiled so hard his face hurt, before lying on his side, next to you.
“Now that’s going down to the history books, mr. Henderson” you laughed, delicately pushing his damp curls off his face.
“Was it that good?” He asked, laughing with you. “C’mon, I can totally do better than that tomorrow… Or the day after that… Or, you know, on Christmas”
“We have the rest of our lives to do it in each and every way possible” you reassured him, happy, before getting up slowly, your legs still shaky from the orgasm. “Now, how about a shower?”
“After you, m’am” he gestured to his suite’s bathroom, as excited as you. He couldn’t recall feeling happier and more fulfilled than now. Dammit, you were everything he could’ve ever wanted.
Your dream ghost x Trevor fic is like Fort Detmerring scene from 1984 Ghostbusters movie? 😲
yes!! I was doing some research in order to better grasp the Ghostbusters universe in my fics and came across that scene - the request also mentioned a ghost!reader specifically, so I just figured that was what they wanted. I was also a bit surprised that this plot wasn’t used more frequently in Trevor fics lol
Let me take care of you too - Dustin Henderson x reader
Pairing: Dustin Henderson (Stranger Things) x f!reader (both aged up to be 18)
Warnings: a bit of fluff, softer smut (‘cause Dustin is a sweetheart), size kink if you squint, ALSO ST5 VOLUME 1 EPISODE 1 SPOILERS BE CAREFUL - this is set in the future, after everything is resolved, though (and I refuse to believe the theories that he might die in the finale, HE LIVES and this is what happens to him. Thank you and good night).
Summary: after defeating Vecna and celebrating with the gang, our lovely bard seeks his sweet girl for a much needed encounter. This is sort of a part 2 to my previous post, Lips, but can also be read as a stand alone piece.
Love note from Nina: the response I got from y’all was the sweetest and most welcoming possible! I simply had to write another Dustin fic. Hope you like this one just as much - or maybe more, lovelies <3
The gang had done the unbelievable this week: saving the world and closing inter dimensional gates was no picnic, but that didn’t mean you guys couldn’t have one after Eleven turned Vecna to mush. That celebration, however, had way too many people involved, and afterwards, Dustin wished for a private one - just him and you.
He came over to your place on Friday night, right as your parents left to visit some relatives halfway across the town, so you had the house all to yourselves until Sunday. His arm was around your waist as you two entered your bedroom, his grip on your hip very telling of his intentions. After closing the door behind himself, he brought your body closer to his, both hands on your waist - the crop top and the low rise jeans you were wearing left your belly exposed, and that alone would never fail to make his mouth water.
His right hand left your waist to touch your cheek, turning your face to his, before leaning in and gently pressing his lips to yours. The cuts on his face from that day at Eddie’s grave weren’t fully healed yet, but the bruises were gone - and only the bandage around his right elbow remained.
“Do your lips hurt when we kiss?” You asked, worried, fingers lightly touching his mouth as you spoke.
“I feel so many good things when I kiss you, baby” he chuckled, “I don’t think I can pay attention to a single bad one”
Ugh, you loved Dustin.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue swiftly asking for entrance, to which you so ecstatically conceded. The hand on your cheek inched closer to your nape, small strands of your hair between his fingers, nails gently grazing your scalp. The hand on your waist, however, was travelling south and soon met your ass for some good grips.
“I missed you so much, you have no idea” he said softly, smiling before his lips captured yours again.
“Me too” you sighed, so worked up already. “I was so worried about you”
“I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere for quite sometime” he chuckled in between kisses, “Those clothes, on the other hand… They might have to leave”
You laughed, getting rid of your jacket and letting it fall to the floor.
“I could say the same about yours, mister” you pushed his coat off his shoulders, immediately pulling his T-shirt up and off as well.
Dustin’s bare torso was always a sight to be seen: his smooth skin permanently hot to the touch, his strong arms so ready to manhandle you - you couldn’t help but run your hands all over him.
“See anything that you like?” He asked, his piercing blue eyes so playful as he studied your amazed expression.
“Absolutely” you said, tiptoeing to reach him, hands in his hair. He leaned down, hand on your chin to guide you for another round of kisses. As your lips touched his, you could hear him moan softly at the contact, your stomach filling up with butterflies.
His fingers grazed the sides of your waist slowly, pushing your crop top up until you realised he wanted it off - breaking the kiss, your arms soon raised and he pushed it all the way off. Dustin lowered his gaze to your chest as the fabric hit the floor, admiring your breasts before he lowered your bra straps and his arms went around your back to unhook your bra. Once the garment was also out of the way, something seemed to shift in his mind.
Dustin grabbed you firmly by the waist, picking you up and throwing your body on the bed; and you couldn’t help but moan at the surprise. His hands swiftly grabbed both your wrists and pinned them down, leaving you defenseless as he lied on top of you. The skin to skin contact was enough to make you shiver, your core already aching in desire.
“That sound you make… It drives me crazy” he whispered to your ear, teeth nibbling your lobe mischievously. His lips were soon going down your neck: kissing, biting, then dragging his bottom lip all the way up to your ear again.
“You’re teasing me too much, Dustin” you were able to say, in a tone that still sounded a bit like a moan.
“Oh yeah? I’m sorry, love… Let me make it up to you, then” he muttered, both hands gripping your waist eagerly before reaching for your breasts.
His big hands would cover your breasts completely with each squeeze, his thumbs gliding over your nipples, so sensitive and perking up desperately every time he touched them. His kisses on your neck soon went down to your chest. The softness of your skin, your scent and the sounds he could get out of your lips wouldn’t fail to arouse him even more - and when his lips closed around one of your nipples, you couldn’t help but moan his name.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful” he shook his head, mesmerized, hands groping your breasts firmly. His lips left a trail of kisses down your breasts and your belly, soon approaching the hem of your jeans. His hands were quick to undo the button and the zipper, but he took his time undressing you completely, nails grazing your thighs to get your skin tingly and sensitive until the fabric hit the floor.
Dustin lied next to you on the bed, pulling you in for another kiss, hand on your neck. Your hands, however, started to wander around his body - his chest, his belly, his navel - until you showed him you also wanted his bottoms off.
Now both in your underwear, you sat on his lap, one leg to each side of his waist, rubbing yourself against his bulge, trying to get at least some relief as you kissed him passionately, biting his bottom lip, suckling his tongue, doing anything you could to make him lose control: little did you know, you’d be the first one losing control there.
His hands on your thighs and ass, grabbing and groping you so urgently, the way he hissed and moaned at your movements, it was all enough to have you begging him for more.
“I-I want you so much, it hurts” you said softly, breaking the kiss, but so addicted to his touch, you immediately wanted to resume kissing. Every breath away from his lips was too much time apart at this point.
“I don’t want it to hurt, baby” he caressed your face. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Uh-huh” you moaned in response, weakly grabbing his dominant hand and placing it over your panties.
“It’s ok, I’ll make you feel good now” he cooed to your ear, both hands hooking underneath the sides of your panties to carefully peel them off. Once you were fully bare, Dustin pulled you to his lap as he sat up against the headboard - his legs spread, you in between them, your back against his chest.
You didn’t comprehend what he had in mind initially, but as soon as both his hands wandered around your body and his lips found your neck, you simply melted into his touch. His hands were gliding all over you: your hips, your waist, your breasts. His lips were kissing your neck with a malicious lightness you knew all too well, his breathing near your ear making you shiver in anticipation. At last, his hands spread your legs open, groping your thighs eagerly in the process. When his fingers finally reached your core, they were immediately coated in your arousal.
“I can’t believe you’re this wet” he breathed in your ear. “You need to cum right away, don’t you, baby?”
“Please” you moaned.
Dustin needed no other warning - his fingertips entered your core gently, drenching in your arousal before meeting your clit. He traced gentle and slow circles, using a very light touch to caress your bundle of nerves. Your legs were having a few spasms, but his non-dominant hand was right on standby to hold you in place.
Your moans were increasing as he admired your body on top of his, your lips quivering in pleasure, chest heaving, eyes fluttering closed.
“You look so beautiful right now, I wish you could see yourself” he whispered to your ear, lips nipping on your neck. “Cum for me, won’t you?”
It’s not like you needed much after that, really: your legs spasmed abruptly, your mouth opened on its own and a louder, high pitched moan escaped your throat as your orgasm hit you, melting away any thoughts or worries, your blood flowing so hot in your veins, your head feeling so light and relaxed.
As he realised you had ridden out of your high, Dustin slowly withdrew his hand, now going back to simply caressing your sides.
“Wow” you sighed, satisfied, turning your body to the side to embrace him for a minute, just to recover from such an intense sensation.
“Do you feel better now?” He asked softly, his clean hand playing with your hair.
“I feel amazing, Dusty” you smiled, splaying kisses down his chest, tugging at his underwear to remove it.
He let you take it off and discard it and let you kiss him wherever you wanted, but soon, he realised where you were headed, of course.
“This time, I want it to be all about you” Dustin stated, holding both your hands gently to stop you. “You took such good care of me the other day… Let me take care of you too” - how could you say no to that?
He helped you stand back up, instantly going for your lips again. His kiss was now slower and more savoured, but still hungry and delighted. You pushed him back slightly, gesturing you wanted him to fall back on the bed so you could get on top of him (he was much taller and stronger than you, so it’d be hard to surprise him like that).
After you lied on top of him, your lips capturing his excitedly, his hands all over your body, fondling anything they could, you didn’t see it coming when he switched positions, getting on top of you instead. Your legs spread open instinctively, and he knew what you wanted.
“Can I?” He asked, his drooling tip already gliding between your folds, teasingly.
“Please” you nodded, lips parting involuntarily, your insides burning with lust.
“Are you sure?” He said, head tilted to the side as he kept teasing you, his tip now circling your clit slowly, the most devilish smirk plastered on his face.
There was something about Dustin’s posture, the way he carried himself, the confidence he had when you two were alone - that made your knees buckle, and he knew that pretty damn well.
“Dustin” you moaned, pleading. “I need you”
He smirked, finally dipping himself into your drenched slit. He thrusted gently, allowing your body to adjust to his size, making sure you weren’t feeling anything but pleasure.
“Fuck” he whispered, so softly you could barely hear him, as his length was engulfed by your slit. You looked up at him and saw him biting his lip, eyes rolling in pleasure, visibly trying to control himself. You felt so good, so tight, so wet around his cock… It’d be hard not to cum too soon if he thrusted faster.
“You feel so good” you moaned, as his thrusts were still slow and steady - once he picked up the pace, it’d be the end of you.
“You too, baby” Dustin whimpered, sinking down on you once again, still thrusting slowly and gently. His movements, however, soon slowed down to a stop, and you looked at him quizzically, trying to understand what was wrong.
“We’re forgetting something quite important here, aren’t we?” He said, slightly breathless.
You didn’t understand it at first, but as Dustin got up and reached for the first drawer of your bedside table, you finally clocked it - he was looking for a condom.
After he got it, you swiftly took the silver wrapper from his hand.
“Can I help?” You asked, malicious look on your face. It’s not like he could say no to that.
Ripping it open, you fit the tip of the condom between your lips, then reached for his hardened length, craving to feel it in your mouth however you could.
Once you rolled the condom all the way down, he couldn’t wait much longer: Dustin grabbed you by the waist and threw you back on the bed.
Lying on top of you, he resumed his work, thrusting his length into you a bit more firmly now, creating a new, faster cadence to his movements. It was the perfect angle for your g-spot, and his lower belly would also brush against your clit every now and then: the exact recipe to make you moan underneath him.
Dustin was trying to kiss you, just to have the kiss broken by another moan again and again, getting cocky at how loud you were getting, how your face was contorting in pleasure, how your slit was clenching around him desperately. A few moments later, though, as he tried to kiss you once again, your head tilted back, your mouth opening on its own again: another climax, harder than the previous one, was rapidly burning its way through your body. Your eyes rolled and fluttered closed, your legs spasming again.
“Just like that, babygirl, let it all out” Dustin whispered to your ear, hand holding your neck in place. “I was dying to cum inside you, too”
“Please” you pleaded, your eyes watering from so much pleasure, “I need it”
He picked up the pace, his hands quivering around your waist, his thrusts faster, but still precise and perfect. With a louder moan, his seed finally filled your insides with a delicious warmth that nearly sent you over the edge again.
Dustin dropped his weight on you for a second, panting, his body so relaxed and soft, his head on your shoulder.
“I love you” he breathed, hands caressing your face again. “I love you so much, I missed you more than I could probably put into words”
“I love you too, Dusty. You’re my favorite person”
“And you’re mine, baby” he kissed your forehead sweetly. “My favorite person, but also just plain mine”
After you both came down from your highs, still breathless, you cuddled Dustin lovingly, intertwining your limbs with his as best as you could - any distance was too much right now, you two had to be as glued to each other as possible. You both laid there quietly for a minute, enjoying the skin to skin contact and the pleasure you just had.
“Do you ever… Do you think about us when you’re not with me?” you broke the silence, a bit embarrassed. “Us in this situation, I mean”
“Are you asking if I fantasize about you?” he smiled, mischievous look on his face.
“Well… yeah” you buried your face on his chest, shy, but smiling.
“Of course I do” his dominant hand played with your hair delicately, twirling small locks around his index finger. “I sometimes imagine that we’re living in this sort of medieval fantasy world together, and that I have to court you and save you from like dragons, or monsters… Then after I save you, I take you to some castle and we do it in every single possible way we can”
“Kinda like what you do in real life?” you laughed, “Well, I can say it’s a pleasure to be saved by you in any situation, medieval or not”
Pairing: Dustin Henderson (Stranger Things) x f!reader (both aged up to be 18)
Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort + some sexual tension (sfw still 🎀); ALSO ST5 VOLUME 1 EPISODE 1 SPOILERS BE CAREFUL
Summary: Dustin comes over to your house after visiting Eddie’s grave - his lips are bleeding and he has bruises and small cuts all over his face. You take care of him gently, making him feel better (it also helps that you’re in love with each other).
Love note from Nina: besides Finnie, now I also think Gaten Matarazzo is hot. @Heaven help me before I start fantasizing with half the cast of Stranger Things
Personal note: it’s been literally months since my last update, and I know I’ve never written for Dustin before, but this little piece just took me out of the worst writer’s block I’ve ever had in my life, so I had to post it. I’ll still write mostly for the Finnverse, though, don’t worry, lovelies 💕
Dustin was walking with a limp when he entered your house. His eyes were bruised, his shirt was torn, his lips were stained with dried blood. You embraced him immediately, arm around his waist as you took him upstairs to your bedroom.
You could tell what had happened - those mouth-breathers from Hawkins High wouldn’t let him grieve in peace, and kept teasing him about it. He had probably lost his part in tonight’s crawl, too, which would make him feel quite upset. You couldn’t think of many words that would comfort him at this time, so you just let your actions speak for yourself.
As he sat down on your bed and took off his shoes, you gathered a few supplies from your suite’s bathroom: cotton balls, a cup of water, alcohol and bandages. Not even knowing if you’d be able to use it, you still saw yourself reaching for a bottle of lotion. With all of that in hand, you returned to your favorite boy. His eyes were low, his breathing faintly audible.
“Hey” you said very softly, sitting in front of him on the bed, setting your supplies aside. “Let me clean your cuts, will you?”
He nodded, a brief and faint smile across his cut lips.
You took some of the cotton, soaked it in water and, after squeezing off the excess, rubbed it very gently into his mouth. The blood started coming off within a few strokes, his eyebrows furrowing a little, probably in pain.
After his mouth was clean, you couldn’t help but press your lips to his, lightly, just as an act of affection. Your hands went to the sides of his face, still keeping a lighter touch, caressing him.
“I’m so sorry, Dusty” you said, still so softly he wouldn’t hear you if you weren’t so close to each other. “I know I can’t make this bad day turn out to be good, but I’ll try my best to make you feel taken care of”
“Being with you is always the best part of any day” he looked into your eyes, taking your right hand off his cheek and kissing it, interlocking his fingers to yours in the process. “Thank you”
“I’m not done yet” you caressed his hand with your thumb before letting go.
The rest of his cuts also got cleaned and disinfected, and some got bandages. He still felt pain in other parts of his body, though, and that didn’t go unnoticed as you hugged him tightly and he flinched.
“Where does it hurt, love?”
“Here” he gestured at his stomach, “and here”, his lower back, “and definitely here”, the back of his neck.
“I see… Take off that shirt, won’t you?”
“You could have said this more romantically, you know?” he joked.
“I promise I’ll be as romantic as ever once your body heals, baby” you smiled, happy that he started joking - that meant he was comfortable and feeling safe with you. “But for now, I thought I could give you a bit of a massage” you said, tapping gently on the bottle of lotion laid flat on the bed.
“You don’t have to…” he trailed off, cheeks slightly red.
“Well, I want to” you held his chin up so he’d look you in the eyes. “What do you say?”
“Okay, I’ll like that” he complied, chuckling softly.
Dustin took off his coat and his torn Hellfire T-shirt, setting them on the empty chair of your desk. If he left the shirt with you afterwards, you could try sewing it back together - just so he could keep it as a memory of Eddie.
You tried not to react harshly to the sight of his bruised skin, and kept any concerned comments to yourself. Instead, you ran your hands over his shoulders and chest gently, just feeling his natural heat. Dustin closed his eyes for a moment, his shoulders dropping slightly, no longer tensed up.
You embraced him once again, more carefully, holding his body gently to yours, your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He ran his fingers through your hair, inhaling your scent, sighing gently to himself.
“Do you think you can lie on your stomach?” You asked, voice still soft and sweet.
Dustin did as he was asked, his eyes closing again as his face touched your pillow, feeling comfortable on a bed that smelled so strongly of you. You pumped some of the lotion into your hands, rubbing them together briefly to warm it up. Then, still keeping a lighter touch, you rubbed his back, spreading the lotion all over it. You could hear him moan softly - maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure.
“Does it feel good, love?” you asked, needing some reassurance that Dustin was well.
“Very good, baby” he nearly slurred, feeling so relaxed he could fall asleep - and that’s exactly what he proposed. “Can we take a nap?”
“Sure” you laughed. Your little nerd could be so lazy sometimes. “Just let me tidy up the bed”
You removed the supplies and any extra unwanted items from the bed, also quickly changing into comfy clothes so you could get in bed with Dustin. The lotion from his back had dried, so he lied on his side and hugged you from behind, spooning you.
His hands, though, didn’t seem as tired or hurt as the rest of his body, and were soon wandering around your curves. His fingers were tracing your figure delicately, exploring underneath your shirt, circling your breasts, gripping your waist desirably.
“Looking for some sexual healing?” You chuckled, referring to the Marvin Gaye song.
“I-I’d love to… Do you think we can?” His voice was lower and a bit raspy as he asked, his hand gently pushing your hair out of the way so his lips could reach your neck.
“We definitely can” you answered, hips swaying into his, eyes closing on its own as you felt his lips kissing down your neck. “I missed you so much, you have no idea…”
Your sweet nothings were interrupted, however, by Lucas’ voice yelling out of Dustin’s walkie-talkie.
“Dustin, where are you??? Do you copy? Over” it was followed by Steve’s voice: “Henderson, answer, goddamn it. Over”
“Oh shit” he whispered, as if Lucas could hear him if he spoke any louder. “I think I’ll have to go, babe”
Instant chemistry (part 2) - Finn Wolfhard x reader
Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x f!actress!reader
Warnings: “getting to know each other” kind of fluff, smutty scenes, all that good stuff.
Love note from Nina: and I announce my return! Hope you enjoy this one, my loves. No fic of mine will end up unfinished - it only might take me sometime.
The movie’s premise was quite simple: Finn’s character, Louis, was supposed to be a nerdy sweet boy who’d try and take your character, Corinne, out of prostitution, as he falls in love with her after she takes his virginity. Corinne is also new to sex as something pleasurable and loving (instead of transactional and non-romantic), and as Louis always seems so concerned about her comfort and satisfaction, as well as curious about her story and personality, she also falls for him.
It was the morning after the reading, and as you arrived at the studio earlier than usual, there was Finn - standing 6’1 with a smile and a small backpack, a thick stack of paper peeking out of it. He saw you coming and approached you, greeting you gently with a peck on the cheek.
”Did you have breakfast already?” Finnie asked, smiling sweetly as his eyes squinted because of the strong lights.
”Not really, i’m starving” you chuckled, walking with him towards the exit door. “Should we get a little something before the bell rings?”
”Yeah, totally” he nodded.
It felt kind of automatic when you reached for his hand as the green light turned red and the cars stopped on the street. He intertwined his fingers with yours as you two held hands to cross the street, in order to get to the nearby cafe for breakfast. His touch was very warm and pleasant, and as silly as it might sound, you pictured what it would look like to be his girlfriend. To have those warm touches and light conversations with him as a staple in your daily life.
“Careful not to fall in love, little starlet, people are very good at playing pretend in this business” Leo’s voice echoed in your head, making you shake off those thoughts. You were there to work, to build your career, not to meet some cute Canadian boy.
You two sat on the table and got your minds busy with the menu for a second, but Finn gently reached for your hand once again. You noticed he was shaking.
“Is everything ok?” You asked, caressing his hand with your thumb, eyebrows slightly furrowed as you took your eyes off the menu.
“Yeah, it’s just” he shook his head lightly. “I really loved this script, y/n” Finn said softly, looking around. There wasn’t anyone passing on the street, and only a few people sitting on the other tables of the cafe - all of them far enough so he could have a somewhat private conversation with you. “And I could definitely use a more mature role, you know, being a former child actor and stuff… Getting people to see you as anything other than a child takes some effort.”
“I totally understand” you nodded sincerely, setting the menu aside and taking his hand between both of your own. “Are you anxious about how things are going to happen? People’s reactions?” you inquired, trying to soften your voice and make him comfortable.
“That too” he said, his eyes seeming too embarrassed to look into yours. “It’s just… It’s really hard for me to separate things, you know? And I’m well aware of how unprofessional that sounds, don’t get me wrong.” he intertwined his fingers with your left hand, still shaking a little with anxiety. “But, uh… We’re going to kiss, and-and pretend to make love to each other, all of that” his cheeks were turning red as he licked his lips nervously. “Just bear with me, can you? Tell me if you think I’m mixing things up, if I’m getting clingy or making you uncomfortable, please”
“Don’t worry, love” your dominant hand reached for his cheek. “I know intimacy is hard and you get that taken away from you very early in life when you’re… Well, the f word” you tried to lighten up the talk.
“Being famous is weird, isn’t it?” Finn chuckled, as he caught onto your little joke. “But anyways, I just wanted to tell you to have some patience with me. I know it’s just acting, and I love cinema and acting to bits, but it’s a little hard for me not to develop some unwanted feelings sometimes”
You got up and sat next to him on the cafe’s booth, hugging his sides as best as you could.
“We’re gonna make it work, Finnie” you reassured him. “To me, actually, that only shows how much you care, and how involved you are with the work. I think it’s very honest and brave that you shared your concerns with me. And I’ll do anything I can to make you more comfortable. I’m really enjoying your company and getting to know you.”
His eyes lit up, searching for yours.
You pecked his cheek, hand lingering on the side of his face for another moment. His skin was warm to the touch, cheeks still flushed.
“Do you want to take another look at the menu to try and clear your head a bit?” you broke the silence. Anxiety sometimes would subside when you put your attention somewhere else, and maybe that would work for Finn.
“I think so, yeah” he reached for the menu, holding it shakily.
“So, maybe pancakes for today?” You helped him hold the menu, taking one of his hands off of it and draping his left arm around your waist. Finn just let you do it, trying to hide a smile. “I could really use a little self indulgence.”
His arm around your waist squeezed you onto his side a little.
“That sounds great, actually” he looked at you, breathing stabilizing.
The server soon came over to the table to get your orders, you both settling for pancakes and hot chocolate - it was pretty chilly outside.
After eating, Finn didn’t let you split the check, swiftly taking it away from you once the waiter placed it on the table. You protested a little, but let him take it. He was very sweet and seemed to like spending time with you.
As you exited the restaurant together, he reached for your hand again.
“Is this ok?” He asked, squeezing your hand softly in his own.
“Sure” you smiled. “Let’s develop our chemistry in our own rules, yeah?”
He smiled back, a bit shy still.
The first scenes were simple - Louis texting Corinne and talking with her briefly in her house, just them getting to know each other - the spicier part was to happen after lunch, as most of the crew would be gone to keep the intimate scenes more private and the actors more comfortable.
You couldn’t grab lunch with him due to a production delay, but met him shortly after. Knocking on his private backstage room, you two soon began talking over how certain parts of the script could sound and look a bit more natural as well. The material wasn’t bad, but it could use some improvising to make it more exciting.
”Can I… like… touch you? I mean, for real?”he said, in a paused insecure manner. He feared he was going too far, of course. “The intimacy coordinator said as long as we’re both comfortable, we could, uh…”
”Well, I think it’d be best for the scene” you interrupted and looked into his eyes, reassuringly. “And that’s what we both want, right?”
He nodded, agreeing with you. You’d heard the rumors that Finn liked improvising and going with the flow of each scene, but had no idea he’d be so blunt about it.
His copy of the script was kind of a mess - colorful highlights over specific lines, his small handwriting taking up most of the margins. He showed you his notes and you two talked about everything that could be said or done in order to improve your scenes together.
“So… Should we go get dressed for the next scene? Do you feel ready?” he asked, eyes sparkling as they met your gaze.
”Born ready, Mr. Wolfhard” you chuckled, smiling up at him.
As Finn’s contract was signed on such a short notice (going from a cameo appearance to a vital supporting role), he’d only get about two weeks to film his scenes before having to fly back to Atlanta to finish Stranger Things 5. So, locations and scenarios were rescheduled and/or built hurriedly to accommodate his stay.
That’s exactly how you ended up in that cold set without a working heating system - It was very much 9°C outside and you were very much stripped down to your underwear. He was in boxers and a thin T-shirt, still cold as well.
The set was mostly empty, just the core crew working on those particular scenes, as they included some partial nudity (Leo had said you had to “put those tits on the game”, to which you laughed and agreed to).
“So, uh” Finn lightly touched your naked shoulders, thumbs grazing the straps of your lingerie. “Can we, you know… Keep this scene as we had talked earlier?”
He was visibly nervous you’d change your mind. I mean, he had suggested actually touching you for a more realistic orgasm… That was a lot. You lightly grinned at him, nodding, before pulling him down by his T-shirt.
”You WILL make me cum today, Finn Wolfhard” you whispered into his face, your grip still tight on his t-shirt.
You both laughed before hearing one of the set’s bells ringing. That meant that you should get ready to start shooting.
Getting into your mark, you closed your eyes and took a few deeper breaths, your mind focusing on the feelings your character should be portraying, her thought process, her personality in general. This scene was Corinne’s first orgasm granted by another person, and she’d get it from Louis touching her gently as she guided him.
As the director yelled “action”, the scene began.
You were lying in bed with Finn, there were very few lines to run, and of course - it had to start with a kiss.
He leaned in slowly, hand softly placed on your cheek. His lips touched yours very delicately, as the kiss was supposed to be loving and gentle. You had talked about the kiss previously, so his tongue slipping between your lips after a while was no surprise - but either way, you let out a faint moan into the kiss. Soon, he parted the kiss and smiled, and so did you.
“Cut” the director yelled. “That one was pretty good… I think we can move on with just that take. Keep going, kids. Why aren’t we rolling?!”
With that, the scene continued. Finn’s kiss got more intense, his hands wandering around your waist and climbing up to your breasts, groping them lustfully. His lips moved to your neck and down to your shoulder, finger hooking underneath your bra strap and pulling it down gently.
His eyes met yours in an intense gaze, and his arms soon went around your back to unhook the bra. It took him a few tries, and the director probably liked it, ‘cause no interventions were made.
With your upper body exposed, Finn’s eyes were glued on you, his amazed expression fitting the scene perfectly. He leaned forward again to capture your lips once more, but this kiss was not as long and delighted - he had something else in mind.
Finn’s lips closing around your nipple really came as a surprise - you gasped, letting out a moan and guiding the back of his head with your hand, encouraging him to continue. His eyes shot up at yours, as if asking if that was ok, but your fucked out face was enough to answer any question.
“Let the kid have some fun” you heard the assistant director chuckle from somewhere nearby. “They have great chemistry, that’s good”.
Finnie payed that comment no attention at all, and suckled on your nipple for a little longer than he probably should, but still, no interruption. His hands glided over your body, ending up underneath the bedsheets carefully draped around your hips, his hand’s heat still noticeable over your panties.
He hovered over you, so tall and handsome, his half-lidded dark eyes still gauging each micro expression of your face, as if you could possibly get uncomfortable at any point.
“Can-Can I touch you, Corinne?” Finn said, adjusting his glasses nervously. He hadn’t worn glasses for a role since Richie, he had told you. Too bad, ‘cause he looked adorable in them.
“I’d love that, Louie” you answered, mouth watering. “Just use your fingers very gently, yeah? Move ‘em like you’re tracing circles on me”
He nodded, and his hand soon slipped underneath the panty, feeling the soft folds of your drenched cunt. Finn seemed a little surprised at how wet you were, but tried to focus on the scene nonetheless.
He traced your clit carefully, eyes darting from your face to your body. Your breath quickened. You agreed to him touching you, but didn’t realize he could make you cum for real in less than a minute.
Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, stifling a few moans. You tried to keep it classy, dainty, high-pitched. And he kept working on your clit, your eyes rolling and head becoming dizzier and dizzier with lust.
“F…” you stopped his name from coming out of your mouth, biting your lip again before it rolled out of your tongue. “Fuck” you moaned, eyes shutting in pleasure. Another f-word to that R rating shouldn’t be a problem.
“Louis, I-“ you said, improvising, as Corinne was only meant to moan wordlessly for the rest of that scene.
“Let go, love, I want you to feel good” Finn said, his eyes roaming around your body underneath him.
You couldn’t hold it in. The moan you let out was probably too lewd even for the film, not as high-pitched and delicate as you had anticipated - but it was real. Your back arched, your mouth cracked open, eyes watering with pleasure. The sensation was heavenly, sultry, the tingling of your limbs so tender and powerful.
The scene ended with you smiling at each other, laughing softly after he was able to pleasure you.
“And cut” the director said, his voice softer than before. “That was very good, guys, we’ll finish ahead of the schedule today, it seems” he nodded, happily. “5 minutes, everyone?”
The crew stopped filming and soon left for a small break. You were still catching your breath after the orgasm. The director didn’t seem to notice Finn had actually touched you, but the intimacy coordinator would probably ask some questions later.
“Are you ok, y/n?” Finn asked, hand still under the sheet, holding onto your hip absentmindedly.
“Sure, I feel great” you chuckled, your head still feeling a bit light. “How about you, dear?”
“I feel great, too” he pecked your lips and got up, his hand reaching for yours to help you stand up. As you were on your feet, he put his lips to your ear. “Maybe you’ll want to change from those drenched panties, though”
“Well, this is all your fault, mister” you laughed, winking at him and walking to your backstage room in your wobbly legs. You were getting money to be there. Someone was going to pay you, but you’d do that for free. Hell, you’d do anything Finn wanted, and today was just the first day… Talk about some instant chemistry.
we as a society are not equipped for the sheer sexual power of Finn Wolfhard being so abjectly blase about every single thing he does that isn't acting in ST or being around Noah
He doesn’t even try, he’s just naturally magnetic like that. If I had to pinpoint what attracts me to this man the most, that would be #1 out of 9273288428 reasons.
