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nate w reader that has baby fever

Hi anon, this was fun lovey xx

Baby Fever with Nate Jacobs

Slight breeding kink mentioned but not rlly, ditzy reader, Nate being reasonable??

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“Nate”

“No.”

“But Nate—“

“Y/n, please.”

You stare at your now provoked boyfriend, who is frustratingly trying to get through his school work. He’s sat at his desk, his books messily sprawled across the surface of the smooth wood, textbook open and notebook filled with neat handwriting as he burns through each question. By this point, his mind is eagerly fighting to stay focused, but as long as you’re there in his bed beside him, he knows he won’t finish.

“Nate!” You yell again, this time biting your tongue from laughter as you can see his face grow red with tension.

“Y/n, I said no,” he runs his fingers through his hair, feeling like he can’t keep up with neither you or his homework. Defeat wasn’t an easy solution for him.

“But whyyy,” you whine as you turn off your phone and lay on your chest, your legs happily kicking away. Dressed in nothing but Nate’s oversized sweater and some knee high socks, he would be an absolute liar if he didn’t find you so desirably hot in this very moment.

But he also found the strength to maintain his composure with what little self respect he had for himself.

“Because we’re too young to have a fucking baby,” he sighs, stopping himself from raising his voice at you without the further intent of making you feel like you’ve done something wrong.

It doesn’t phase you though.

You roll your eyes, exaggerating the size of them as you huff in annoyance of your boyfriend being extremely noncompliant with your needy request.

In all fairness, it wasn’t your fault.

You were cute. Nate was really fucking cute. Thus, the rash realization that the two of you would definitely make cute babies.

“Okay so not now…,” you speak to him as if you’re trying to trick him. The way your voice trails with giddiness sets him to believe that whatever you’re conspiring isn’t going to be reasonable or ideally realistic.

He stares at you with a blank expression, his eyes don’t flash their usual sparkle and he seems rather unimpressed by how good you are at making him feel irked.

“Sooooo what about tomorrow?”

He slams his textbook down, the noise is loud and almost thunderous as you slightly jolt. Your smile fades as you can see he might actually be upset, but it didn’t make sense.

When the two of you got down to business, he praised you. He acted like he worshiped the very ground you walked on and treated you like a princess. He’d whisper things to you—very private, sentimental statements that made your heart flutter with an overwhelming sense of pride.

And now he was mad at you?

You cross your arms, trying not to let out all the steam burried inside your frustrations as he was quick to apologize.

“Babe, I’m sorry,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead as he took a seat next to you. He ran his fingers down your bare thigh, the smooth motion of his hands were enough to make you feel relaxed again, but he wasn’t off the hook.

“If you’re so sorry, why can’t you give me a baby…” you pout, tossing him a big frown that almost made him feel sorry for you.

He doesn’t know how to explain it, it seems you’re too cooped up in your own little fantasy world where having baby isn’t unrealistic and wouldn’t be a huge deal.

“Y/n,” he carefully plays with your hair, pushing a loose strand behind your ear to see the full extent of your face on display, however, you didn’t seem happy. “We’re in high school, how are we going to juggle having a baby?”

“Ugh,” you push him away, playfully of course, “don’t give me that talk, Nate.”

He shrugs his shoulders, letting his mind trail to the possibilities of getting you pregnant. and in all honesty, it didn’t seem too bad. He always wanted a child, but the timing and the moment just didn’t match up with that idea.

It would cause havoc, with both your family and his. He had no doubt about that as he could hear his fathers aggravating voice shout in his head, telling him how much of an awful father he would turn out to be. That alone was offputting.

“Don’t you wanna cum in me?”

And there you were, edging him with that soft voice of yours that knew how to get him riled up with heat. You bat your eyelashes, titling your head with a devious grin.

“Fill me up with your baby? I know you want to….Nate.” The words roll off your toungue as he fails to keep himself from melting away. He wants nothing more than to make you his—but would he ruin his life just to give you something that you want?

That would be something the two of you would find out—in a few months time.

[deloramercel]

Yours (Paddy x reader) (Speak No Evil)

This is part one of a currently untitled mini series for Paddy from speak no evil (2024)

Warnings: Paddy (he is a warning himself), manipulation, age gap, drinking, infidelity, smut (with plot), unprotected sex, p in v, controlling relatives, fingering, multiple orgasms (i think that is it but if I missed one let me know)

This story will get dark. this is your warning, this part isn't really that dark and can be read as a stand-alone fic

summary: You are with your Aunt, Uncle and cousin on a small vacation in Italy where you befriend a couple and you take particular interest in Paddy

Word Count: 3700+

Taglist (Read the rules, follow them or I will remove your response)

When I met him in Italy, I was immediately drawn to him. He was like no man I had ever met before—exciting, inviting, and intoxicating. He was significantly older than me, but maybe that is what I needed. All the guys my age were the same, and none of them had the charm that Paddy did. But he was married, and I had tried my best to respect that. 

However, that all changed when he invited me out a few nights after meeting. We were at dinner, and I was sitting beside my aunt, one seat down and across from Paddy. Drinks had just been served when Paddy eyed my drink. 

“Water? Really? On vacation?” He asked, noticing my lack of alcoholic beverage. 

“Oh, she doesn’t drink.” Louise said for me, causing me to roll my eyes. 

“What, why not? Personal health? Religion?” Paddy asked, tilting his head, his blue eyes soft. 

I side eyed my aunt before sighing and looking back to Paddy, “They’ve never let me.” 

Paddy pulled back with a shocked face, “Oh, come on! You’re on vacation! You’re an adult! Indulge a little. I’ll tell you what, order whatever you want, it’s on me.” He said. 

I smiled at him, “I appreciate it, but I’m afraid I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” I said honestly. 

He laughed, looking down and shaking his head before looking back at me. “Let me help.” 

He then proceeded to ask me a list of questions about my preferences, like if I liked sweet or bitter things, do I like fruity things, what flavors I preferred etc. Once he was, he nodded. 

“Okay, I think I got it. Do you trust me?” He asked, and I nodded. 

Then he flagged down the waiter and secretly ordered my drink for me. I could feel my aunt looking at me in slight disbelief. But I didn’t care. She and my uncle drank wine all the time. I was old enough to drink, so why not? 

Eventually, the waiter brought my drink to me and I hesitantly took a drink as Paddy watched with anticipation. 

“So?” 

“That’s really good.” I said honestly. 

Paddy clapped his hands in a small personal celebration, “Perfect!” 

Dinner continued on with conversation among all of us. I finished my drink and began drinking my water again. I was listening to my Uncle drone on about something when I saw Paddy flag down our waiter again and point to me before sending me a small wink. I was brought another drink, which I happily accepted. By the time dinner concluded, I had downed 3, and I was feeling it, especially once I stood up. 

“How we feeling?” Paddy asked. 

“Great.” I said, giggling. 

“Ah, yes, a giggly drunk, much better than a grumpy one.” Paddy said to my aunt, who just gave a thin-lipped smile and nodded. 

“We should probably get going. It’s late.” She said waving me over to her. 

Even with my mind fuzzy, I knew there was no point in putting up a fight. 

“Actually,” Paddy’s voice made me pause, “Ciara and I were going to go to a club down the road after we put Ant to bed. We wanted to see if you, all three of you, wanted to join us. Just for a couple of hours, nothing crazy.” 

“Not tonight, we’re all pretty tired.” My uncle said. 

My aunt nodded in agreement, “Yeah, it’s late anyway. But thank you for the invite.” 

Paddy’s eyes fell on me, and he raised an eyebrow in question. The liquor flowing through me gave me the courage to look at my aunt and uncle before turning back to Paddy and Ciara. 

“I would love to.” I said, making Paddy smile. 

“Oh, Yn, come on, you don’t want to impose.” My aunt said, touching my shoulder, but I brushed her off. 

“She isn’t, I promise. I’ll keep an eye on her.” Ciara said, “Go on up and get changed. We’ll swing by and get you after Ant is in bed.” 

Reluctantly, I followed my aunt and uncle up to our room. When we got there, I went straight to my suitcase and dug out a specific dress. I pooped the tags off of it before going into the bathroom to change into it. It was definitely unlike anything I had ever worn before. I showed off all my best assets, and I looked hot. I touched up my makeup before walking out to change my shoes. 

“What on earth are you wearing?” My uncle asked from where he sat in his bed. 

“A dress.” I said bluntly, grabbing my shoes. 

“You’re not wearing that out. You look like a hooker.” He said but Louise put a hand on his arm. 

“Look, you can’t even insult your niece without her telling you what to do.” I said as I put on my shoes. 

“Yn, maybe you should stay in tonight. Meet some of the people your age here. I’m sure they’d go to the club with you.” Louise offered. 

“Why wait?” I said, but before they could say anything, there was a knock on the door. 

I opened it, and Paddy was standing there dressed nicer than he was at dinner. It was taking everything in me not to stare. 

“Ready?” He asked. 

“Yup!” I smiled. 

“Don’t worry, Ben, she’ll be returned in one piece!” He called into the room after I stepped out. He pulled the door shut, and we began walking down the hall. 

“So… change of plans… Ciara isn’t coming…” He said, watching to gauge my reaction. 

“Oh…” 

“Is that okay with you? I mean, if you’re at all uncomfortable, we don’t have to go.” 

“No, I still want to go. I think I’m losing my buzz, though.” I said with a small laugh. 

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He said, offering me his arm. I took it, trying not to blush, “Let’s go.” 

Walking into the club, attached to his arm, just felt so right. It felt powerful. Paddy had an intimating aura about him that when people saw him they stepped out of his way. He walked us straight to the bar and ordered us some drinks. 

Before I knew it he and I were on the dance floor, his hands on my hips as we danced together. Our bodies were pressed against one another. The booze in my system was clouding my judgment. I knew this was wrong. I was grinding on a married man over twice my age. 

They called for the last call at the bar, and I drug Paddy back to it for us to get one more drink in. We both had a thin sheen of sweat covering our bodies as we waited for our drinks. There weren’t many seats so I was sitting while he stood right behind me, chest pressed against my back. 

“You look stunning, by the way.” He said over the music. 

“Thank you. You’re not too bad lookin’ yourself.” I shot back just as our drinks were set down. 

We drank them quickly before stumbling out and making our way back to the hotel. I was a complete stumbling, giggling mess, holding onto him for support so I wouldn’t fall. 

“Wait. I have a horrible idea.” I said. 

Paddy looked over at me, waiting for me to answer. 

“We should go jump in the pool,” I said, giggling. 

“I bet you won’t.” He said, challenging me. 

I wasted no time grabbing his hand and leading him over to the now-closed pool. I quickly took my heels off before walking over to the edge. With one last look over my shoulder at him, I jumped. When I resurfaced, he was laughing his ass off, clapping. 

“Well, come on! Your turn!” I said. 

He quickly slipped his own shoes off and took his watch off, setting them on one of the chairs before jumping in with me. He swam under the water and popped up right in front of me. His hands went to my hips once again as he pulled me flush against him. 

I was looking up at him, eyes fliting from his eyes to his lips and before I could process it he was leaning in. But I stopped him.

“Wait… what about Ciara?” I asked quietly. 

“It’s okay. That’s why she didn’t come tonight. She wanted me to have this tonight, to have you tonight.” 

That was all the convincing it took me to reach up and pull him down to meet my lips. He backed us up until my back hit the wall of the pool. His hands roamed my body, and one of mine was tangled in his hair. Things were heating up until we heard someone clear their throat. 

He slowly pulled away from me, and then we both turned to see one of the hotel workers standing there with their hands clasped in front of them. 

“I am sorry, but the pool is closed.” They said in a thick Italian accent. 

“Oh yes, sir. My apologies, you see, she fell in, and I had to save her… I was just making sure her airways were cleared.” Paddy said. 

The worker was clearly not amused by the jokes. 

 “We’ll get out right now.” Paddy said grabbing my hand as he led us to the stairs. 

We got out and collected our belongings, still laughing to ourselves until we were out of sight of the worker. Then, all hell broke loose as we began laughing fully. 

“He was so not impressed with your bullshit, Paddy.” I said, holding onto his arm with one hand while I carried my shoes in the other. 

“He’s just got a stick so far up his ass he doesn’t know what humor is anymore.” He replied. 

I grabbed him by the open collar of his shirt and pulled him to me and attached my lips to his once again. He aggressively pushed me against the wall, deepening the kiss. Slowly, his lips left mine and began making their way down the side of my neck. I tilted my head to the other side to give him better access to it. He was alternating between soft kisses and small bites. Then he bit down harder than he had been right on that sweet spot on my neck, and a small moan left my lip. He stayed there working on what would be a dark hickey come morning, but I couldn’t care. I would wear it with pride. 

Once he was done, he pulled away to admire his work. Then his lips were on mine again. My mind was wandering off to all the things I wanted him to do to me. His hand found my wrist and grabbed it. Then, he brought my hand down between us and placed it firmly against the growing bulge in his pants. 

“You see what you’re doing to me, baby? I want you so bad.” He said, pulling away and resting his forehead against mine. 

A small whimper left my mouth as he grinded against my hand. 

“Take me. Please, I’m yours, Paddy.” I said, kissing him again. 

He pulled away once again but then began leading me by the hand still on my wrist down the halls to his room. I hesitated as he went to open the door. 

“She’s not here. She’s across the hall with Ant in his room. Remember, she wanted me to have this.” He said, eyes dark with lust and his voice dropping low. 

I nodded at him to continue and he opened the door, leading me inside. He once we were inside he shut and lock the door behind him. I suddenly felt shy and was subconsciously pulling the bottom hem of my dress down in a futile attempt to cover myself up in front of him.

“Oh, baby, don’t hide.” Paddy said, walking over, grabbing gently by the hips and kissing me surprisingly softly compared to earlier. 

“I’m sorry, I just… I’ve never…” I sighed in embarrassment. 

“Oh, you’re a virgin?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together softly. 

I shook my head, “No… not technically…” I said.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything, we just go to bed.” He offered but I shook my head again. 

“I want to, trust I want you. I’ve just never orgasmed before with someone else…only myself.” I finally admitted, clearly nervous. 

“Do you doubt my ability to make you feel good, darling?” He asked, voice dropping low again. 

“No, I just worry somethings wrong with me.” I said truthfully. 

Paddy shook his head this time and began walking backwards, pulling me with by the hands still on my hips. He sat down on the edge of the bed and then guided me to straddle him. 

“We’re not leaving this room until I give you the most earth shattering orgasm I have ever given a woman. Understand?” 

I took in a sharp breath at the sudden commanding tone he took on, but nodded my head. 

“Use your words. I won’t remind you again.” “Yes, sir.” I said, voice already breathy from the way he was making me feel. 

“Good. Now, be a good girl and take this dress off for me. I want to see you, all of you.” He said. 

I stood from his lap and then reached behind me to unzip my dress. Once I had it unzipped I pulled it down off my body exposing my bare brests to him. He moaned at the sight of them but I kept going. Since it was a tighter dresser and was still wet from the pool, I had wiggle a bit to get it off my hips and over my ass, causing my tits to bounce with the movement which only spurred Paddy on. Once it was past my thighs, I was able to drop it and have it fall around my feet. Since I hadn’t worn any panties with the dress I was now standing completely bare in front of him as his eyes roamed over my body. 

“This whole time that’s all you had on? I could’ve been fucking you with my fingers this whole night…” He said, shaking his head. 

I bit my lip at his words. That would’ve been hot. 

“Oh, you like that idea… next time.” He said, making my stomach do a flip. Would there really be a next time? 

“Get over here, I need to see those tits up close.” He said. 

I stepped forward again and straddled his waist once more. His hands wasted no time going to my brests. He toyed with them roughly, rolling my hardening nipples between his rough, calloused hands.

“Fuck, these things looked great in that swimsuit you wore yesterday but nothing, nothing compares to them in the flesh.” He said, before dipping his head down and taking one of them in his mouth. 

His tongue swirled around my nipple before his teeth ever so subtlely grazed it. He didn’t actually bite down but it was enough to earn a moan from me. I was become desperate for some friction and I hadn’t even noticed that I was grinding down on his lap until he removed his mouth from my tit. 

“Ooh, someones eagar.” He said. 

Then, without warning, one his hands dipped between us and he ran his fingers through my folds, feel the wetness that had already began to pool. 

“Oh she’s very eager.” He said as one of his fingers just barley entered me before he removed his hand completely urning a whine from me. 

“Don’t whine, baby, Paddy is going to take good care of you.” He said, using his oter hand to pull me into a quick kiss. 

He then guided up off his lap to sit beside him before he stood up. 

“Fair is fair, darling.” He said as he began to remove his own clothes. 

He began with his shirt, which while he was extremely toned and very attractive physically, it wasn’t anything I hadn’t already seen laying out by the pool. Then he stepped forward towards me with his pelvis slightly forward. I couldn’t help myself from starring at the pitch that was clearly aching to be let out of the confines of his pants. 

“Go ahead, darling, you can do the honors.” He said. 

I slowly reached up and grabbed his belt before undoing it. My eyes met his as I looked up through my lashes and I undid his pants. Then my focus dropped back down as I grabbed the waist band of his boxers and his pants and pulled them gently, finally releasing his hard cock. I couldn’t help myself but stare at it and admire it for a moment. 

“Are you gonna stare at it all night, or do you want me to fuck you with it?” He asked, voice deep. 

I looked up at him once again through my lashes and went to nod my head but remembered his words from earlier. 

“I want you to fuck me with it.” I said making him smirk. 

“Then get up there.” He said, nodding the head board. 

I scooted up on the bed and he crawled over to me. His lips found mine and this time I allowed my hands to explore his body from his toned chest to his hair to his strong arms. Everything about him was intoxicating. It was like ever single on of my senses was completely consumed by him. 

He was using one hand to support his weight above me as his other travled down my body to my core. Once again, he ran his fingers through my folds then slipped one in. However this time he let it go in much further. Then he slipped another one in, working me open and stretching me out to prep me for his cock. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, can already feel how tight you are.” He said, against my lips. 

He kept pumping into with two fingers for awhile until he slipped a third one in which took my breath away. My moan was swallowed by his mouth as he fucked in and out of me with his thick fingers. 

When he finally pulled them out he pulled away from my lips and began cleaning his hand off with his mouth. “Taste like fuck heven, sweetheart.” He said, leanined back down to kiss me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. 

He finally pulled away, leaving my lips swollen from the kiss.

“You on birth control?” He asked. 

I nodded, “Yeah.” “Good.” 

That was all the warning I got before he was sliding into me. The stretch was borderline painful in the best was possible. And the moan that I let out sounded like it was straight out of a porno. 

“Fuck, baby, you trying to wake up the whole damn hotel?” He teased. 

“I’m sorry.” I said, still out of breath. 

“No, let them hear you. Let them know you’re getting the best fucking you’ll ever have. Let them know you belong to me.” He said. 

My walls squeezed around him at his last words. 

“You like that? You want the world to know I fucked your brains out?” “Y-yes.” I managed to sigh. 

“Good.” 

And with that he began pounding into me at a brutal pace. He had grabbed one of my legs and hooked it over his hip, giving him the angle to hit so deep into me, I was sure my cervix would be bruised the next morning. 

He continued his pace, never letting up for a second, “You’re so fucking tight. Feels so good. No wonder no other man could make you come, they probably came within a minute of being in your perfect pussy.” 

He adjusted his angle ever so slightly and was hammering into that soft spongy spot that had me seeing stars. He must of seen my reaction to this new angle because he began getting cocky. 

“There it, that’s the sweet spot isn’t it? Those other men couldn’t reach if they tried. Your pussy was made for me and me only, sweetheart. You needed Paddy to fuck you. Only I can make you feel this good.” 

I could feel that familiar tension grownign deep in my stomach. It was a feeling I had only ever felt when it was me alone with my vibrator. It was building up faster than it ever had before. 

“Fuck, Paddy, I-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before I was clamping hard around his dick as I came. 

Paddy was muttering curse through gritted teeth as I held him in a vice grip. Then, just as my orgasm was dropping of, he shifted he weight to one hand and brought the other one down to rub tight circles on my clit as he began thrusting into me once again. It was almost overstimmulating as I was rushing towards a second orgasm so quickly. I was reduced to a blubbering mess under him as he did exactly what he set out to do, fuck my brains out. 

I could feel the second orgasm soaring towards me, my hands were gripping the bedsheets in a deathgrip. I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence at this point. 

“You close baby?” Paddy asked. 

I managed to nod. 

“Go ahead, come for me one more time.” 

With that, my second orgasm his me like a wreaking ball, completely shattering the world around me. My walls squeezed him even tighter than before if that even possible. This time he fucked me through it chasing his own release before his rhythm faltered and he released thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside of me. He stayed like that releasing every last drop he had before slowly pulling out. 

He flopped beside me with a heavy sigh as I laid there catching my breath. I could feel the mixture of our releases seeping out of me but I honestly couldn’t care less about that. 

“How was that?” He asked. 

“Fucking perfect.” I said, eyes closed in pure bliss. 

I heard him let out a low chuckle before turning onto his side and pulling me to him so I was laying there with my back pressed against him. He held me close as we both enjoyed to stillness that had settled over the room. 

“You’re mine now, don’t forget it.” He whispered darkly in my ear. 

It sent a shiver down my spine in the best way possible. I turned around in his arms to look at him. I leaned in pressed a soft kiss to his lips before whispering back, “I’m yours.” 

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[deloramercel]

horror of 2024

[deloramercel]

Omg I would DIE if u ever made a pt 2 to that paddy fic🙈

sorry to keep you all waiting so long, but here she finally is <33

୨୧ dirty little secrets ୨୧

⌦ .｡.:*♡ - ; after what happened in his bedroom, paddy uses the opportunity of a free house to claim you as his own...

paddy x louise & ben's!daughter reader

WARNINGS: age gap (paddy; 41, reader; 19), virgin reader, infidelity, condescension, heaps of praise, oral (fem!receiving), loss of virginity, protected sex (wc; 3,018) not proofread!

a/n: oh my loves i'm sorry this fic took so long. but i had to get it out before college this week, so here's the long awaited cherry pop 🫶🏻🍒

“I mean, really, Paddy, you didn’t have to do that,” Louise apologises, looking over at Paddy and shooting you evils. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. That was just typical of your mother, always fucking apologising, for every tiny thing. Paddy shakes his head, chewing his bacon from his full English, swatting his hand playfully. “Louise, please. I wasn’t going to leave your daughter sleeping on the floor, was I?” Paddy asks.

Louise was not happy about it, you 'hogging' their bed, as she'd put it, while Ciara was on the sofa. You tried to fight your corner, that Ciara was the one so plastered drunk she'd passed out, true. And that sleeping in Paddy's bed had never been your idea in the first place, also true. All arguments had fallen on deaf ears.

Looking awkwardly over at Ciara, you found it rather… unnerving how relaxed she was about it. Maybe you were a worse woman than her, but you wouldn’t be too happy about a nineteen year old sharing a bed with your husband while you were drunk and unconscious on the sofa. But she seemed to be some kind of saint, smiling chipperly at you, not even a hint of a hangover, and helping Agnes cut up her sausages.

“Well, no,” Louise says eventually, shaking her head as she chewed. “But still, thank you anyways,” She finally says, swallowing her mouthful of egg. Paddy nodded, smiling as he finished the last of his breakfast. “You sleep okay, Y/N?” Ben asked, looking over at you. You paused, nodding your head. “Yeah… yeah I did,” You say softly, as Paddy smiled back at you. “That’s good to hear, love,” Paddy smiled back, as Ciara cleared her throat.

“Have you seen the bats yet, Louise?” Ciara asked, a bright smile on her face. “Bats?” Louise inquires curiously, as Ciara nods, smiling eagerly. “Oh, they’re beautiful, Louise. Especially in the summer. If you come to the top of the hill, you can see all the bats who stay in the forest during the day. They’re almost mesmerising to watch,” Ciara explains. Ben and Louise’s interests are definitely peaked, as well as Agnes’s. 

“What time do they come out?” Agnes asks, looking over at Ciara as though she is some kind of oracle to all knowledge about bats. “About sunset. So around this time of year, around nine or ten o’clock,” Ciara explains. Agnes’s eyes are practically saucers at this point, Agnes reaching over and tugging on Louise’s arms eagerly. “Can we go see them tonight, Mum?” Agnes asks, giving her the wide pleading eyes that you know your parents will never say not to.

Louise sighs, rolling her eyes, before nodding. “Okay, yes, Agnes. We can go see them tonight. But bed right after, alright?” She says. Agnes nods her head eagerly, reaching over and hugging Louise. “Thank you!” Agnes beams, eagerly tucking into the remaining part of her breakfast. Looking up from your plate, you notice Paddy’s eyes bearing into yours, and you have to look down from him to avoid feeling your face flush.

When the table clears, you make your way to the sofa, ready to start with your book again, when you feel a piece of paper drop into your lap. Looking up from your book, you see Paddy walking past, as though he hasn’t even acknowledged you, instead now almost already in the hall, putting his boots on. The piece of paper is folded up neatly, and you slowly open it to see the writing inside.

We’re staying in tonight, Y/N. When everyone's leaving to see the bats, you’re going to tell your parents that you’re tired, and want to go to sleep. I want you tonight. Paddy

You swallow a lump in your throat, looking up from the note and looking back up again at Paddy. Paddy gives you a particular expression, the expression asking if you understand what he wants from you. Nervously, you nod your head, and Paddy smirks, nodding his head. “Good girl,” He mouths to you, sending butterflies all through your tummy, as he opens the door to the house, and heads out to the farm.

9:45pm. Ciara had concluded that this was the peak time to go see the bats. Everyone was in a neat line like little ducks by the front door, in their coats and boots, Agnes practically vibrating in excitement. Everyone bar you and Paddy. You were sitting on the sofa in your dressing gown, in the view of everyone, all ready for bed. Dressing gown on, makeup off, hair tied up.

Paddy had told you to play a role and God you’d played it well. You’d complained how tired you were during dinner, and Paddy had make comments about you getting an early night. You’d gotten ready for bed right after dinner, and had been cosy on the sofa in your dressing gown all evening. “You going down for the night, Y/N?” Ciara asked softly, her eyes looking over to you, as you nodded your head.

“Probably… I’m really tired,” You muttered softly, as Paddy smiled, reaching over for the sofa and draping a blanket over you. “You get your head down, sweetheart. Everyone’s gonna go out and see the bats. I’m gonna go do a quick once round of the farm before settling down for the night, alright?” Paddy says, as you nod your head, laying down on the sofa, wrapping the blankets over you.

“Night, Y/N,” Agnes smiles, waving goodnight to you, as you chuckle softly. “Night, Agnes,” You chuckle, closing your eyes as you turn away from everyone. Paddy steps out into the kitchen, as you hear the sound of the door opening. Door opens, the shuffle of footsteps, and finally, the sound of the door closing behind you. The house stayed still for a few moments, before the footsteps outside became silent.

Once you decided you were suitably out of the sight and hearing of everyone, you sat up on the sofa, where Paddy was already in the living room, smirking as he looked down at you. “Quite the little actress aren’t you, love?” Paddy smirked, running his fingers through your hair. “For you, yes,” You reply back, practically purring in his ear, as Paddy chuckles darkly at that, his arms wrapping around the back of your legs, before scooping you up in one fluid motion.

“I’ve been wanting you so bad all fucking day,” Paddy smirks, kissing you harshly, as he runs his fingers through your hair. “Couldn’t take my eyes off you, love, I think you know that,” He coos, as he finally carries you into his bedroom, laying you down on the bed. As he lays you down, you untie your dressing gown, letting it expose your naked body to Paddy. Paddy swallow a lump in his throat, and you swear you could almost feel his belt shift.

“You’re a fucking siren, you know that, Y/N?”

Paddy tells you, straddling you on the bed, his eyes staring down into yours, his pupils so dilated his eyes are almost black. “It’s like you’re being sent here to tempt me. I shouldn’t be thinking these things about you, but you make me just want to… to fucking ravage you, Y/N,” He groans, his voice gravelly and deep now, thick with lust. Your heart is in your throat, as you already feel your nipples hardening, and butterflies already travelling all through your core.

“I want you so bad, Paddy,” You whine needily, looking up at him with wide and pleading eyes. He smirks, reaching up and pulling his wife beater off, exposing his muscular chest and stomach, throwing it down to his bedroom floor before reaching for his belt and unbuckling it. “Oh, I know, sweetheart, I know. I know you need to cum. I know you’ve just been desperate for a man to take care of you, and fuck you just like you’ve been needing,”

All of Paddy’s words are making you go dizzy, so many visions going through your midland, especially looking up at Paddy and seeing the vision of him in only his boxers on top of you, a full tent already in his boxers. “You could had whatever you want, Y/N. Just tell Paddy what you want,” He whispers in your ear, leaning down and pressing kisses along your neck, making you gasp and squirm a little on the bed, your eyes closing, as Paddy’s hands gently wrap around your wrists.

“Shush, shush, shush baby. C’mon now, don’t fuss. Tell me what you need,” Paddy commands in a voice so dominant, so deep and gravelly, so relaxing, that you find the words leaving your lips before you can help yourself. “I-I want you. I want your cock… I want your tongue… I want you to make me cum. And I want to make you cum,” You confessed, your voice breathy, reaching up and kissing Paddy sloppily, your mouths being the only contact you had on him. 

“That’s a good girl,” Paddy smirked as you revealed your desires to him, as his hand reached up and ran through your hair, the feeling of his fingers on your scalp making you gasp. “Good girl… if you want me to fuck you, we better get you ready, shouldn’t we?” He smirks, adjusting his position on the bed, so his head was resting between your thighs.

Strong masculine hands wrap around your thighs, gently spreading your thighs. He takes a deep inhale, as though taking a deep smell of your arousal, letting out a low groan. Slowly, he gives you a few kitten licks of your clit, making you gasp, it’s the shock of the feeling more than anything that makes you lurch up into his face. He chuckles at your intense reaction, giving slower, fuller licks, from your entrance up to your clit. Your head rocks back, as you reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah? You like that, sweetheart?” He asks condescendingly, as you let out a whine, nodding your head. “Fuck… yes,” You groan out, as he smirks, continuing his motions. He knows just how sensitive your clit is, and he pays special attention to it, gently sucking your clit, almost nuzzling his face into it, letting his lips caress your clit as you cry out in ecstasy, your back arching off the bed, though Paddy’s strong hands anchor your thighs to the bed.

He’s not even fucked you properly yet, and you’re already blissed out, squirming on Paddy’s face. “Oh my God, Paddy!” You cry out. It feels like the only thing you can say, only cry out his name. Your eyes feel like they’re clamped shut, as Paddy’s tongue almost coaxes your orgasm out of you, gently untying the knot that feels like it’s building in your tummy with his tongue. “Paddy! Paddy, I’m gonna cum!” You cry out, your legs already shaking around his face, your hands tighter than ever in his hair, making him groan.

“Good girl, good fucking girl. Cum for me,” Paddy says in a commanding tone that you don’t need to think twice about. The orgasm makes the world go quiet, everything blanks out around you, you can only feel Paddy’s hair in your hands, the feeling of his lips on your cunt, and the feeling of total bliss in your body. After a few moments, your high calms down, and you feel how much you’re panting and gasping, Paddy chuckling now, sitting beside you.

“Earth to Y/N?” Paddy asks playfully, as you look up at Paddy with a fucked out expression, making him laugh, as he pats your shoulder. “Fucking hell,” Was the only words that could leave your lips, as Paddy laughed, pulling down his boxers. His hard on instantly slaps up against his tummy, leaking with precum already. Looking down at Paddy, you still had no idea how he was going to fit, he was so thick, and he wasn’t small either.

“You ready for me to carry on, sweetheart?” Paddy asks you, and you nod, managing to catch your breath. “Please,” You grin, looking up at him, as he reaches into his bedside drawer, and finding a condom. You silent were grateful that he was going to be using protection, as he tore open the condom and began to pull it onto himself. Paddy looked down at you, his expression gentle as he gently cradles your face.

“I’m going to take it slowly, alright love?” He coos gently, his tone soft and comforting, making the thought of taking him a lot less daunting than you were scared it would be. You nodded, your eyes meeting his. “Alright… I’m ready,” You tell Paddy, who nods slowly. He slowly takes himself in his hands, lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes his tip inside you, and you’re instantly met with a bit of resistance.

Paddy pauses, feeling it himself. He lets you adjust to the feeling, as you try and keep calm as it feels like he’s going to tear you in half. Paddy reaches down and takes your hand in his, kissing along your neck, whispering in your ear. “You’re being such a good girl, Y/N. Taking me so well. We can take this as slowly as you want,” He promises you softly, kissing along your neck.

Once you’d adjusted to the feeling of his tip inside you, you told Paddy to go further. Paddy’s hand tightens around yours, slowly pushing himself further inside you. Your eyes screwed shut, hoping he would be all the way in soon, hoping that it wouldn’t hurt anymore than it already did. You repeated that like a mantra in your head, before you felt his balls against you, and the sound of Paddy’s animalistic groan as he finally bottomed out inside you.

“Aren’t you just the best fucking girl, Jesus Christ, Y/N!” Paddy almost growled out, his eyes closing as he looks up, his hand still holding yours, before he looks down at the sight of him all the way inside of you, his hips bucking at the sight, making you groan. “Good fucking girl, good fucking girl,” Paddy groans, as he gently begins to move inside of you.

His movements are so slow, but the feeling of his thick cock all the way inside you makes you let out the loudest, lewdest moans, you’d be more ashamed of how you were crying out at the feeling of him fucking you, if it didn’t feel so good. You knew now why Ciara always had the biggest smile on her face. You’d be in a good mood every day of your life if this was your husband making love to you.

“Please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” You gasped out, as Paddy chuckled, dropping your hand to hold your hips, slowly thrusting into you, taking you at the pace you need as it’s still your first time. You grab the back of Paddy’s head and pull him down, your hand holding the back of his head, tightening your grasp and letting the tension in your body out on his hair, and he growls animalistically at it. 

“Good fucking girl, good fucking girl. Got the tightest fucking pussy, feel so fucking good. Can’t believe you’re letting a dirty old man like me take your virginity…” He growls out, his thrusts getting a little more urgent and a little more erratic. “I’m gonna cum, Paddy,” You gasp out, feeling that knot forming in your tummy again, and Paddy growls at that, his thrusts picking up in pace.

“Yeah? Good fucking girl. Good fucking girl, cum for me,” Paddy says to you, the final quick thrusts pushing you over the edge. And the feeling of your walls clamping down around him is the final push for Paddy. Making you gasp, Paddy pulls out, pulling off his condom, cumming all over your tummy and bikini line, marking you as his with his orgasm, as you’re still panting and groaning from your own orgasm. 

As the both of you finally calm down from your high, Paddy wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead softly. “There we go, love. There we go,” Paddy says softly, bringing your head to his chest, gently caressing you, bringing your heartbeat down, bringing your breathing back to being regular, cooing to you.

“Aren’t you a good girl. Just a good, good girl,” Paddy cooed to you, reaching over for the radiator and using a towel to wipe your tummy clean. Looking over at the clock on the beside, Paddy smiled softly, grabbing your dressing gown and bringing you back downstairs into the living room. Paddy gently helped re-dress you into the dressing gown, re-tying it for you.

Paddy brought you a glass of water, holding it to your mouth as you drank it. “Atta girl,” Paddy smiled softly, wrapping his arms around you, stroking your hair softly. You felt yourself beginning to fall asleep, the warmth of Paddy’s naked body against yours. You felt that hazy, warm, safe feeling wrapping around your body like a blanket of its own.

Seeing how sleepy and safe you were, Paddy gently laid you out on the sofa, finding the duvet and blanket to drape over you, letting you use his thigh as a pillow, not even caring his cock was so close to your face.

“There we go, sweetheart. There we go. They’re not back yet,” Paddy assures you softly, running his fingers through your hair. You spent around fifteen minutes or so like that, before Paddy spotted the rest of the house returning. You were half asleep anyway, so it was easy for Paddy to move your head from his lap to your pillow, kissing your forehead one last time.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Paddy says to you softly, stood at the foot of the stairs, as the sound of footsteps outside begin to get louder, as Paddy heads upstairs to make himself look decent, and you fall asleep on the sofa, feeling warm, safe, and satiated…

a/m; oh my angels i am SORRY to keep you waiting so long, but here she finally is. this pt 2 took a while to get right, it is currently 1am for me and i am too tired to proofread. hope you all enjoyed 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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[deloramercel]

PLEASE write for Paddy 🙏

ask and you all shall receive, here is my first paddy fic!

︵‿︵‿୨ dirty little secret ୧‿︵‿︵

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ --- visiting your parents new family friends sounded like a boring weekend. that was until the father took a certain interest in you...

paddy x louise & ben's!daughter reader

WARNINGS: age gap (paddy: 41, reader, 19), virgin reader, infidelity, WHOLE lot of condescension, praise on praise, oral (fem!receiving), masturbation

a/n: this is by far the darkest fic i've written so far, so i understand if it's not for some ppl. if you don't like it, don't read it 🫶🏻

part two: here

“Oh, Louise, please. She’s nineteen, she’s a big girl,” Paddy chuckles, as he finishes doing up the cuffs of his sleeves. “Are you sure? She can stay at home with Ant and Agnes if you’d like,” Louise stumbles, clearly not wanting to be a bother, her eyes more focused on looking over at Ciara, who was getting ready herself, looking like she was more ready for a 2000s Oscars than a dinner out.

“Oh, she’s no trouble, Louise,” Ciara says, finishing adjusting the clasp of her necklace and shaking her hand dismissively. “She’s an adult, she deserves a nice dinner out, not stuck at home with the little ones. I told you we’d get a babysitter,” She says, as Paddy’s hand rests on her back, rubbing it in soothing circles.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a pang of guilt through your chest. Since you’d met in Italy, you’d had a thing for Paddy. In all truth it was hard not to. Every pore of him seemed to ooze with sheer masculinity and sex appeal. The way he seemed so secure in himself, so funny just off the cuff, made his wife feel so desired and wanted, they seemed like newlyweds despite how long they’d been married, you swore to yourself in that Italian hotel room you’d rather die a spinster than not have a love like that.

Definitely you’d rather die a spinster than have a love like your parents. Constantly bickering and arguing, your dad constantly apathetic and your mother constantly a nervous wreck. She’d gotten obsessed with all this new age mental health terms, any buzz words any Instagram mommies recommended on her for you page. It made you roll your eyes every time she handed Agnes her little one’s meditation app.

“Okay-,” Ben began to say, sounding like he was just about to argue with Ciara and Paddy, before Paddy interjected, turning over to you where you were sitting on the sofa, reading your copy of The Watchers, finally pulling your attention out of the pages. “Y/N,” Paddy says, making you look up from the book. “Would you like to come to dinner?” He asks.

Glancing over to the clock, you saw you’d all have to leave in roughly forty-five minutes, and you were still wearing your bathrobe, fluffy slippers and your hair had been thrown up in a claw clip rather lazily in the morning. “Oh… yes please?” You said in a meeker tone than you intended. Your mother had warned you before you came to not complain in front of Ciara and Paddy, to not complain, to not ask for anything unless a limb was actually falling off.

Paddy laughed, before tapping the kitchen counter in front of him. “Well, up and at ‘em little lady. Best be getting ready quickly you’ve got about..." Paddy laughed, pausing to look over at the clock just as you did before. “I’d say you’d got about forty minutes to doll yourself up,” He chuckled. You smiled, placing your bookmark in your page before standing up from the sofa, and reaching for your suitcase that was underneath the coffee table.

While during the day, the living room was in fact just a living room, in the night it was your bedroom. Your parents had taken Ant’s usual room, Agnes could just about squeeze into the loft where Ant was staying as well, but you certainly weren’t fitting three people in there. Your current bed was the sofa, which was definitely not comfortable due to the fact it was a mostly wooden structure with a thin layer of fabric and padding over top of it.

You rifled through your suitcase, before managing to find a white milkmaid dress that you’d had brought, thinking it would be funny and add to the staying in the country mood that you’d been feeling over the weekend. Rifling through your suitcase, you found your one good pair of shoes in a bag, a pair of white flats, some white socks, the dress, your usual necklace was already on, as well as a couple of usual rings, your brush, and grabbed a pack or hair ties and bobby pins for good measure.

Standing up from the sofa, you made your way over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you to get changed. You looked over at the mirror as you were changing, unable to stop yourself from looking yourself over, analysing yourself as though you were looking at yourself through Paddy’s eyes. Would Paddy liked how you looked? Would he like the dress? He hadn’t really seen you dolled up yet, most of your past two days you’d spent in dungarees, and jumpers, you’d worn probably one skirt in his presence. 

You grabbed your hairbrush to quickly get any knots of your hair, before lifting your head up and pulling your hair into a loose bun, curling the parts of hair with your fingers and then using the bobby pins to secure them into place, until the rest of your hair were out of your face. You were satisfied with that, before stepping out of the bathroom and heading back to the living room.

Once you were in the living room, Paddy let out a low whistle, clearly holding back a wolf whistle as you were in the presence of your parents, smirking. “God, you look beautiful, Y/N,” He complimented, the statement PG enough to not set off any alarms with your parents. “And you haven’t even done your makeup yet,” Ciara smirked, as you sat back down on the sofa, hoping you wouldn’t blush at the compliment Paddy had given you too much.

Paddy smirked as you sat down, pulling your makeup bag out of your suitcase, where your brushes were inside. You did your makeup as quickly as possible, as your parent had warned you, you didn’t want to be holding Paddy, Ciara, or your parents up, especially since Paddy had said this was basically a private chef’s table. It only took you about thirty minutes before you were ready, standing up from the sofa. 

“I’m ready,” You smiled, looking over at everyone. “Took you long enough,” Your father scolded you, as you shook your head. “Oh, give over, Ben,” Paddy laughs, grabbing his keys off the counter. “A girl needs her time to get herself feeling her best,” He says, smiling over at you in a way that just gave you butterflies, looking over at him back, hoping Ciara wouldn’t see the way you were looking at each other.

There was a knock on the door, and Ciara parked up. “Oh, that would be the babysitter!” She smiled, beginning to make her way over to the door, as Paddy gestured you over. “You look amazing, darling,” Paddy whispered in your ear once you were close enough, your parents too preoccupied with checking over the babysitter to notice anything you and Paddy were doing.

“Trust me, sweetheart. You’re going to love this. Especially since you aren’t a vegetarian like your mother,” Paddy smirked, as you could hear the sound of the chef sharpening his knives from the next room. Paddy smirked, Ciara’s hand over his, hers looking tiny compared to his huge masculine hands, her hand rubbing over his protectively. “You’re going to love it. You’ve lived in cities all your life, haven’t you?” He asked, and you nod your head.

“Yes. We lived in New York until I was… sixteen. And then we moved to London,” You reply, as you sip your drink, looking over at him, as Ciara lets out a low whistle. “I can’t imagine growing up somewhere like that… in such a big city, surrounded by so many people,” Ciara says, glancing over at Paddy admiringly. “When I grew up in a small town, I always imagined escaping to a big city. What do you do when you start in a big city to begin with?”

“Want to move to the country?” You reply, making everyone at the table laugh. “You think?” Paddy smirks, looking over at you, his hand escaping from under Ciara’s, now pointing closer to you, calloused knuckles tapping against the stained tablecloth. “I think everyone does the opposite of what their parents do,” You muttered, avoiding eye contact with your own parents who seemed unable to relax the entire time.

“Do you think so?” Louise asked, making you feel slightly uncomfortable. You paused, before finally nodding. “I think everyone does, whether it’s conscious, or unconscious. You know how they always say everyone’s house is the opposite of the house they grew up in? If you grew up in a messy house, you have a clean house. If you were grew up in a modern house, you want a Victorian or Georgian house?” You ask, shrugging as you look over at Paddy and Ciara.

“That’s true enough,” Paddy says after a few moments of silence, taking a sip of his drink, as the chef re-enters the room, with a large goose sitting on a large plate, Paddy letting out a low whistle. “Oh, Mike, look at that. You outdid yourself here. This looks delicious,” Paddy whistles, as Mike places the plate down in the centre of the table. “Had to pull out all the stops when we have company. Don’t give a shit about you guys,” Mike smirks, a carving fork in his hand, handing it over to Paddy. “You should do the honours,” He says, as Paddy fixes his suit dramatically before standing up.

Paddy stands up, before sharpening the knives in his hands, and beginning to cut into the goose, precisely cutting it as though it was second nature to him, muscle memory. “This bit, is the best part of the roast,” Paddy explains, the meat skewered onto the carving fork, which he held out. “Please, Louise,” He says, offering it to her. You could see the panic in your Mom’s face, as she swallowed a lump in her throat.

“Vegetarian,” Ciara corrected, placing her hand over Paddy’s wrist, who looks mortified. “Oh my God, I am so sorry,” He apologises, waving the fork around from side to side, before turning over to you. “Y/N?” He asks, with a smirk on his lips. You nod your head, before he begins to move the fork to your mouth. You slowly open your mouth, sticking out your tongue, as you let your teeth pull the meat off the fork, before chewing it. 

God, Paddy was not lying around it being the best part of the roast. It was delicious, it just seemed to melt onto your tongue, and your eyes involuntarily closed, as you placed your hand over your mouth, savouring it. Everyone at the table, and even Mike started laughing, as Paddy began to cut apart the rest of the goose. “Oh, that is a sight to behold, isn’t it?” He chuckled darkly. “A city girl finally tasting good food,” He laughed, as he began to serve up the roast to Ben, Ciara, himself and you, as Mike went back to the kitchen to prepare Louise’s dinner.

You had decided to eat in relative peace, just letting the conversation between your parents and Ciara and Paddy wash over you, before your concentration tuned in more when you heard Ciara begin to discuss her’s and Paddy’s sex life. “Well, of course, while people want to skirt around it, sex is really what keeps a marriage alive,” Ciara mused over her third glass of wine. She was quite tipsy already.

Your mother’s eyes widened, as she took the tiniest sip of her drink. “Really?” She asked, as Ciara nodded her head. “Oh, yes,” Ciara smirks, her fingertip swirling over the rim of her glass. “Me and Paddy were at it twice a day when we were in Italy,” She smirked proudly, as Paddy reached down and spanked her playfully, making her jump. While you were chewing her drink, you felt envy all through your body. You wished you were having sex with Paddy in a hotel room in Italy, twice a day. 

God, if you had him to yourself, you’d have him three, four, five times a day.

Louise’s eyes were practically bulging out of her skull, as she took the longest sip of her drink she had so far. “We roleplay sometimes, you know?” Paddy smirked, making you feel even more envious, as your eyes look over to him. You would roleplay absolutely anything he wanted if you could just have the chance to sleep with him. “What… what do you roleplay?” Ben asked, your father asking a question you really wanted to know the answer to, but not in front of your parents.

Ciara smirked, as though she’d just been waiting for the moment that someone asked her the question about what roleplay they get up to. “Oh, all sorts of things. Halloween always makes it more fun,” She smirks, downing the rest of her third glass, as Paddy is already pouring her another. “Waitress and patron… rockstar and his groupie… naughty schoolgirl and teacher,” She says, every word laced with smugness and pride. Pride she had such a good sex life.

Pride that everyone sitting around the table knowing that she got ploughed through the mattress every single night. And God she had a right to be smug. You would kill to be her, to be in her position, just for one night. What you wouldn’t give for a freaky friday situation right now, and to be her for one night in that martial bed. Instead you were stuck as a nineteen year old virgin.

“Wow… that’s intense,” Your mother replied, sipping her drink, as your father was noticeably silent. You knew your parent’s relationship was on very thin ice, after your Mom had cheated on your Dad with a co-worker of hers. And while you really tried to not think about it too much, you knew your parent’s sex life was probably terrible.

“What about you, darling?” Paddy asked, turning over to you with a little smirk. “You got a boyfriend? Girlfriend?” He asked you, as you finally realised that all the attention was on you, and your lack of relationships. You shake your head, swallowing a mouthful of food and looking over at him. “No… no,” You mutter softly, feeling a little embarrassed.

Paddy seemed surprised, as Ciara downed her fourth glass of wine, necking almost the whole thing in one. “Really? Wow. That surprises me,” He laughs, taking a slow sip of his drink. “A body and face like yours, I’m surprised your Daddy ain’t chasing them off with a stick,” He laughs, making you feel yourself blush crimson. Suddenly, you were very aware of how Paddy was looking at you, licking his lips, and you assumed he wasn’t licking gravy off his lips, but you decided to ignore it.

For now…

“I…. I might’ve had a bit much,” Ciara confesses, as Paddy manages to haul Ciara into the house. She’d downed about eight glasses during the dinner, Ant and Agnes babysitter was sitting in the living room, waiting for everyone’s return. Ciara is practically stumbling over everything in her own house, as she finally manages to collapse onto the sofa, where you worry she’s going to stay for the rest of the night, which leaves you without a bed.

Your parents begin to head upstairs once the babysitter confirms that Ant and Agnes are fast asleep upstairs, as Paddy looks over at you awkwardly. “Umm… sweetheart,” He mutters softly, looking over at you, his hand supporting Ciara’s head, as he’s moving a pillow underneath it. “I think Ciara might have claimed your spot for the night,” Paddy laughs, as Ciara is now sound asleep on your usual spot, and from how much she drank, you know she’s not moving anytime soon.

He looks over at you, and you can see his mind thinking, before he chuckles softly. “You can sleep up in our bed if you want for the night,” He offers. “Ciara won’t hold it against you,” Paddy assures you, making you laugh, your mind running so quickly as you nod your head again. “A-Alright. Let me… let me grab some pyjamas,” You mutter, ruffling through your suitcase and finding a pair of sweats and a jumper.

Paddy lead you up the two flights of stairs to his and Ciara’s bedroom, with a big double bed, much more comfortable than anything you’ve been in so far in the house. “I’m going to get changed,” You mutter softly, and Paddy sits down on the bed, his eyes not breaking from you, as you realise you’re going to change in front of him. You pull off your dress, never more aware of your nakedness as you pulled your jumper over your top, before pulling your dress down and pulling your sweats on too.

“Were you just lying in front of your parents?” Paddy asked you, as he begins to undress himself, pulling off his top. Finally, you got the view of the body you’d admired so much, his chest muscles and then the slightly softer, but still defined tummy. You look over at him, and shake your head slowly. “No,” You reply bashfully, shaking your head. “I’ve never been with a guy,” You admit.

“And no girls either?” Paddy adds, and you shake your head again. He chuckles, as he undoes his belt, slowly pulling it off in a way that makes you just want to jump on him like a wild animal. “Part of me struggles to believe that, and part of me is very happy that’s the truth, baby,” He smirks, as he ushers you closer to him on the bed, and if your head wasn’t so clouded by the sight of him you might have paused more before obeying.

“I can’t believe your parents brought me a sweet, innocent little virgin like you. And god, you’re only what, twenty?” He asked, bringing you onto his lap, where you could already feel his hard on through his boxers and through your sweats, making you clench your legs together in surprise. “Nineteen,” You mutter softly, correcting him, and he lets out a low whistle.

“God, nineteen. I’m such a pervert, aren’t I, baby?” He asks, as you laugh, your face flushing, as you rest your head on his shoulder and let out a small giggle. “Mmm, lay back for me, sweet thing. I’m going to show you how a man should treat a woman,” He smirks, squeezing your ass with his large hands, before gently manoeuvring you so you were laying flat against the soft mattress, with him on top of you. 

“You see, Y/N,” Paddy smirks, as his hands already begin to pull down your sweats, which had stayed on for an embarrassingly small amount of time in Paddy’s bedroom. “A sweet girl like you, needs to be cared for properly. I’m going to teach you how to do that, alright?” He says, as you nod your head, finding yourself lost for words as he smirks, his hands beginning to pull down your underwear. 

Once Paddy pulls off your underwear, he lets out a low whistle, his eyes looking you up and down as though he were looking at a meal. “God, look at this pussy, baby. Good enough to fucking eat,” He says in a low tone, as his middle and ring finger ran along your pussy lips, making you jump up and squirm away, making him laugh. “Easy girl, easy. God, you are really sensitive,” He laughs, as he gently coaxes you back down to where you were laying down on the bed.

“I’ll take it slowly, just relax,” He coos, as he gently rubs your hips and thighs, trying to relax your body. “You want someone to make you cum, don’t you?” He asks, and you nod your head, feeling your whole face is bright pink by now. “Don’t worry about that, love,” Paddy says softly, as his hands rub your sides. “I’m not leaving this room until you cum, alright?” Paddy promises, his promise sending butterflies through your core. “Please,” Is the only word that can leave your lips, making Paddy smirk.

“Right. I’m going to just gently rub your clit, alright?” He says, guiding you through every part of the process, gently spreading your lips as he gently begins to rub circles around your clit, realising how sensitive you are. You let out a whine, your eyes closing as you feel bliss coursing through your body. His fingertips are calloused but his fingers are so gentle that it feels like heaven.

“Ohh, I think you like that, darling,” Paddy smirks, as he rubs your clit in gentle circles, sometimes reversing which way he’s rubbing, getting you completely soaked, wetter than you’d ever been in your life, letting out whines and moans that you didn’t even realise you were capable of making, you were complete putty in his hands. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” He says, his tone a mix of condescending and soothing that made you drip onto his fingers.

“Bet you taste so good,” He smirks, his head beginning to lower, and before you knew it, his head was between your legs and he was sucking and licking at you, his lips around your clit, gently sucking, and gently licking, it was as though he was gently coaxing your orgasm out of you, his hands gently wrapped around your thighs as he was groaning into you as though you were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard, doll,” He groaned, and even if he was lying, you didn’t care, it felt too good, your eyes closed, you’d take any praise he gave you, your legs beginning to shake around him. “Paddy… I’m so fucking close-,” You gasped out, as Paddy’s grip tightened, groaning into you, as his tongue sped up. “Come for me-,” Paddy groaned into your pussy, and you couldn’t hold on anymore.

That pleasure melted inside of you, like a stubborn knot that had finally come undone, and you came onto his face, your wetness coating his tongue, your thighs shaking around his face, and you tried to squirm away from him, your body so sensitive. Paddy gave you a few final kitten licks, making you gasp out and squirm away, making him laugh.

When he pulls away from you, you see his chin and beard covered in your orgasm. Using one hand, he pulled his boxers down, and then with the same hand, wiped up and collected the wetness, before using it to stroke his achingly hard cock. “See what you do to me, baby?” He gasps out, his hand stroking his cock hard and rhythmically, letting out almost animalistic gasps, and grunts, and groans, fucking himself with his hand.

“This is what you do to me. I’ve been admiring that… pretty… fucking body. I could’ve fucked you in Italy, you know?” Paddy grunts, his state of being so desperate for an orgasm stopping him from saying anything he normally wouldn’t. “Seeing you saunter around in that little bikini, God you were only eighteen then, weren’t you? I’m a sick fucking bastard… wanking over you when Ciara was out with Ant… and I knew you were down the hall with your parents, and I could’ve just slipped into your room… and fucked you,”

His words and breath was ragged and broken by now, almost animalistic, barely hanging onto his sanity, as his pre-cum leaked all over the bed, creating a big wet patch, as he was practically howling like a rabid animal. “God, I can’t wait until I can come right inside that little pussy. I’ll have to stretch you out first… I bet you’re still too fucking tight… Jesus Christ, Y/N, you’re a fucking seductress, you know that, FUCK!”

Paddy let out the loudest groan, before he came, thick spurts of cum making a mess all over the bed, some of them shooting so far that they spurted onto your tummy, making you squirm away nervously, your breath shaky as you saw how hard he was cumming, his hand grasping the bedsheets so hard you were convinced he was going to tear them.

When he finally recovered from his orgasm, he let out a shaking gasp, as he looked over at you, and finally caught his breath. “Look what you just did to me, baby,” He laughed, his hand on your shoulder as he pulled you to him, pressing his lips to yours hungrily, and you tasted yourself on his mouth, which felt like the naughtiest thing. When you pull away, he patted your tummy gently, before standing up from the bed. 

“You hop in the shower, baby. I’ll get the sheets cleaned up,”

a/n!!! ahhh i hope my speak no evil/paddy girlies feel fed. this was 110% me just writing about what i found sexy but i hope you enjoy it too. taglist is the ppl who commented on my preview post, comment to be added/removed <3

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"SHAKE THE HAND THAT SHOOK THE W0RLD" 🛐

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⚠️Warning: contains Onyx Storm spoilers⚠️

*Edited on 12/15/2023 to add Aaric and Devera.*

*Edited on 12/22/2023 to add assorted details*

*Edited on 01/03/2024 to update Aaric’s name and alias (I know his actual middle name is Aaric, but the name/middle name/last name format ruined the ✨aesthetic✨ since no one else has a known middle name)*

*Edited on 02/10/2024 because I realized on my reread that Jack pushing energy on Violet likely isn’t actually a manifestation of his signet, as much as it is him using Venin powers*

*Edited on 09/18/2024 since Xaden gave us new information on Emery*

*Edited on 01/19/2025 to add Cianna*

*Edited on 01/20/2025 to add Nyra*

*Editing to add new OS information*

Made this because I know I’ll forget many details by time book 3 comes out, and I figured I’d share it for those interested. It’s a combination of information from my own read throughs, and from The Empyrean Wiki.

Please let me know if you see any mistakes, or if you have more to add.

I decided against doing Flyers for the time being, as what information we have is rather limited.

⚠️Warning: contains Iron Flame spoilers⚠️

⚠️Warning: contains Onyx Storm spoilers⚠️

Rider Data Masterlist

Violet

Surname: Sorrengail

Signet: Lightning wielding/Dream walking

Dragon’s name: Tairn/Andarna

Dragon’s description:

- Black Morningstartail (M)

- Golden Feathertail (former); Irid Scorpiontail (current) (F)

Xaden

Surname: Riorson

Signet: Shadow wielding/Reading intentions

Dragon’s name: Sgaeyl

Dragon’s description: Blue Daggertail (F)

Rhiannon

Surname: Matthias

Signet: Retrieving

Dragon’s name: Feirge

Dragon’s description: Green Daggertail (F)

Ridoc

Surname: Gamlyn

Signet: Ice wielding

Dragon’s name: Aotrom

Dragon’s description: Brown Swordtail (M)

Sawyer

Surname: Henrick

Signet: Metallurgist

Dragon’s name: Sliseag

Dragon’s description: Red Swordtail (M)

Liam

Surname: Mairi

Signet: Farsight/Ice wielding

Dragon’s name: Deigh

Dragon’s description: Red Daggertail (M)

Sloane

Surname: Mairi

Signet: Siphon

Dragon’s name: Thoirt

Dragon’s description: Red Daggertail

Garrick

Surname: Tavis

Signet: Air manipulation/Distance wielding

Dragon’s name: Chradh

Dragon’s description: Brown Scorpiontail (M)

Bodhi

Surname: Durran

Signet: Countering signets

Dragon’s name: Cuir

Dragon’s description: Green (unknown tail type)

Imogen

Surname: Cardulo

Signet: Memory erasing

Dragon’s name: Glane

Dragon’s description: Orange Daggertail (F)

Quinn

Surname: Hollis

Signet: Astral Projection

Dragon’s name: Cruth

Dragon’s description: Green Scorpiontail (F)

Dain

Surname: Aetos

Signet: Retrocognition

Dragon’s name: Cath

Dragon’s description: Red Swordtail (M)

Jack

Surname: Barlowe

Signet: Pain projection (Signet or Venin ability?)

Dragon’s name: Baide

Dragon’s description: Orange Scorpiontail (F)

Aaric

Full name: Camlaen “Cam” Tauri, Aaric Greycastle (alias)

Signet: Unknown

Dragon’s name: Molvic

Dragon’s description: Blue Clubtail

Mira

Surname: Sorrengail

Signet: Extending wards

Dragon’s name: Teine

Dragon’s description: Green Clubtail (M)

Brennan

Surname: Sorrengail, Aisreigh (alias)

Signet: Mending

Dragon’s name: Marbh

Dragon’s description: Orange Daggertail (M)

Lilith

Surname: Sorrengail/Daxton

Signet: Storm wielder

Dragon’s name: Aimsir

Dragon’s description: Brown (unknown tail type)

Augustine

Surname: Melgren

Signet: Battle foresight

Dragon’s name: Codagh

Dragon’s description: Black Swordtail (M)

(Unknown)

Surname: Devera

Signet: Unknown

Dragon’s name: Unknown

Dragon’s description: Red Clubtail

(Unknown)

Surname: Kaori

Signet: Illusionist

Dragon’s name: Smachd

Dragon’s description: Unknown

(Unknown)

Surname: Carr

Signet: Fire wielder

Dragon’s name: Breugan

Dragon’s description: Orange Daggertail (M)

Burton

Surname: Varrish

Signet: Weakness reading

Dragon’s name: Solas

Dragon’s description: Orange Daggertail (M)

Naolin

Surname: Unknown

Signet: Siphon

Dragon’s name: Tairn

Dragon’s description: Black Morningstartail (M)

Heaton

Surname: Unknown

Signet: Breathing underwater

Dragon’s name: Unknown

Dragon’s description: Unknown

Emery

Surname: Barnes

Signet: Air manipulation

Dragon’s name: Unknown

Dragon’s description: Brown Clubtail

Cianna

Surname: Unknown

Signet: Air manipulation

Dragon’s name: Gaothal

Dragon’s description: Unknown

Nyra

Surname: Voldaren

Signet: Unknown

Dragon’s name: Malla

Dragon’s description: Red Scorpiontail

Ulices

Surname: Ferris

Signet: Unknown

Dragon: Fann

Dragon’s description: Green Swordtail (F)

Felix

Surname: Gerault

Signet: Unknown

Dragon: Nuirlach

Dragon’s description: Red Swordtail

Aura

Surname: Beinhaven

Signet: Fire wielder

Dragon: Dagolh

Dragon’s description: Red Clubtail

Lyron

Surname: Panchek

Signet:

Dragon:

Dragon’s description:

Lynx

Surname:

Signet: Shadow wielding

Dragon:

Dragon description:

Baylor

Surname:

Signet: (far-sight?)

Dragon: Veirt

Dragon’s description:

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Xaden felt his heart in his throat, she would die in there. His shadows wouldn't work on the door.

"You're in my way."

Xaden turned, trying to comprehend what he was seeing.

"Orsus? What are you doing her -"

Orsus rolled their eyes, shoving Xaden out of their way. They took the door in, and used a blade Xaden hadn't noticed they had. They slashed at the door, breaking the lock. They kicked the door down, walking into the room.

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Varrish smiled, standing as he peered down at Violet.

"All you need to tell us what you know Violet and this all ends -"

"Hello Burton. Would you like to know the story of how your mother was strangled before you could save her?"

Varrish spun and stared at Orsus. He opened his mouth, his eyes narrowing.

"Who are you?"

Orsus smiled and crackled their neck, and knuckles.

"Would you like the story of your sister was torn apart by the Ridderak's hounds when she refused her mate?"

Varrish eyes went wide, staring at the knife now in their hand.

"Reshaye?"

Orsus lunged, gripping the back of his neck, closing the distance.

"Or how about the story of how Griselda would despise what you've become?"

"She -"

Orsus sliced the blade across his neck, blood spraying everywhere. They dropped the body before the blood had even stopped.

They knelt before the cell, they touched the metal, it heated and bent as they pulled it away from the door. They knelt before Violet, whispering to her. They glared at Xaden.

"You going to help or fucking stand there like your father would?"

Xaden felt like he was choking on the very air; his heart pounded too hard, his fear for Violet as he could only guess what was happening-- And his "imagination" of it, he knew, no matter how horrible it was, probably didn't even compare to the reality. He'd lashed at the door with his shadows, but nothing had made a single dent--

He was barely able to get through the door after Orsus, and when he saw them slice Varrish's throat, dropping the body while the blood still sprayed from the artery, it took Xaden just a second to think what the fuck before he felt where Violet was.

Looked to his left, saw the cell--

And Xaden had barely taken a single step towards that direction before Orsus spoke. Shadows lashed out, flickering and slithering along the floor as Xaden's dark eyes glared at them.

❝ What the fuck are you? ❞ Because while a part of him knew they wouldn't hurt Violet-- did he really trust them enough? He'd killed plenty, sure. He'd stained his hands red with the blood that had flowed, but the way they just--

It didn't seem like they cared about anything.

❝ You don't even fucking know my father, ❞ Xaden grumbled as he knelt at Violet's other side. As if a part of him wanted to put as much distance between himself and Orsus as possible, even while being close to Violet.

Gentle hands curled around Violet's body, his eyes searching hers. ❝ C'mon, Violence. Time to go. ❞

@siderealxmelody

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Madness Masterlist

Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 - coming soon

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Not good enough

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, implied stalking and kidnapping, kinda home invasion, reader is struggling with anxiety.

Words: 2055.

Summary: The stranger you had been texting for a few months is worried about you not taking care of yourself.

P.S. Yes, some more soft!dark!Steve because I need it 😣

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“Tell me you love me.” 

Rubbing your eyes and trying to wake up, you stared at the screen of your cellphone, reading the message Cap sent you at 3 am. You hadn’t heard from him during last two weeks, but you knew it had something to do with his job, as always. Even if it wasn’t though, it was none of your business. He was just a stranger you had been texting for the last few months.

“Good morning, Captain.”

You hit the send button and sat in bed, yawning and stretching. You still felt exhausted, but mornings were always much better than evenings. Then you typed one more message, thinking whether the man (you supposed he was a man) had time to sleep tonight.

“I love you.”

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Iykyk

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relentless

DARK!Steve Rogers x Reader one shot

Summary: After desperately searching for his long lost love, Steve has finally found you. 

Warnings: minor character death, DARK STEVE, YANDERE STEVE, this is a one-shot i don’t know why i wrote this LOL (but it’s better than nothing, right?)

Word Count: 1.2k (little on the short side)

Took some inspiration from this lovely post. 

The pounding in your chest was undeniable. It was painful and insistent, demanding to be felt. Despite the several components of blood, it was only fear that was coursing through your veins. This feeling – this trembling, the panic – had only been elicited once or twice before. Both times invoked by the same person.

You didn’t think he’d find you again. You took several precautionary measures to ensure that your new life would go undisturbed – that you’d never be found out. You stayed hidden, inconspicuous. You enlisted the help of his enemies – those who betrayed him. They were all eager to ensure your safety from the ex-captain. They promised you a better life … had they lied? Had someone given you up to save their own skin?

What did you do wrong? How did he find you?

But the truth was … he never stopped looking.

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Teddy Bear Picnic  -  One

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: If you go down in the woods today you’re sure of a big surprise. 

Warnings: Dark fic, dark themes, dub con, language, violence, kidnapping, injuries, eventual smut, 

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n:  @americasass81 this is for you <3 

I might link a playlist to this master list cause there are a few songs that just feeeeed me when it comes to this series.

!!This is a Dark Fic with Triggering and Sexual Content. Read at Own Risk!!

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“Arlo, no!”

The eager goldendoodle puppy goes sprinting into the forest, taking full advantage of his new freedom.

Clutching the broken leash tightly in your hands you swallow hard and walk towards the edge of the trees. 

“Arlo! Get back over here! Now! Come!”

Just as anticipated, he doesn’t listen, and his little golden fur disappears beyond the tree line. 

You take a deep breath and peer through the trees, hoping to catch a glimpse of your puppy running back to you.

“Arlo!” You call again, taking a step off the flat ground and into the thicket of trees. 

You shouldn’t be doing this.  

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LEE BYUNG HUN as HWANG IN HO & WI HA JOON as HWANG JUN HO in SQUID GAME episode 8.

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“SAID YOU’RE A WILD

MUSTANG.” ۶ৎ

(SONG INSPO:) white mustang, lana del rey.

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BY @MZLLSIT!!! ᥫ᭡

ᯓ PAIRING. hwang in-ho & fem!reader

FANDOM. squid game (seasontwo) ꪆৎ

T!W. shameless smut. porn with plot. bathroom sex. slight angst? dom! in ho. oral sex (f!receiving.) praise kink. slight age difference. blood. violence.

GENRE. smut, fluff? (kinda), angst (kinda?.)

SUMMARY. ᝰ.ᐟ chaos erupted after the tight vote between x & o’s, resulting in a bloodbath within mens bathrooms which left five people dead and fondly, you couldnt handle the way the deaths of innocent people racked up just so willingly, leaving you in a helpless and terrified state as the night began to fall. until in-ho spotted by your side in the hell that broke out between the two sides, calmed your panic and took you to safety… a lustful safety.

(THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING THIS KINDA SHIT SO IF ITS AWFUL IM SO SORRY CHAT.. ALSO IGNORE ANY GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES!!!! other than that, enjoy.)

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hell. thats what siting in that room felt like for you, mentally praying for the gods above to come and swoop you of your feet and into warmth. and yet no matter how hard you could’ve prayed in that moment, nothing could cure the way your stomach churned and twisted in a million directions all at once as your eyes pinned to the left side of the room where the o’s glared right in your direction, if looks could kill, you would have died the second the boys left the restroom a few minutes ago. some of them covered in blood, eyes dead and predator like while the rest had the look of a frightened child, lost and alone.

everybody knew what was going to happen the second those lights switched off. death lingered and suffocated the air you breathed in, yet far worse was to come, like a storm waiting to crush upon a village.

your back rested upon the wall, watching from afar as your nails dug into the skin of your arms you clutched so tightly to your chest that your knuckles turned white. your mind raced, heart rattling against your chest and sweat began to bead at your forehead as you tried to swallow the dry lump that never seemed to leave your throat. you were going to die in this shit hole, and there was no gods above that could stop that from happening.

the lights flickered off, leaving only the red and blue lights to illuminate the hall of bunkbeds which some still chose to lay in even despite knowing what rampage was bound to happen in just a few seconds. in the darkness of the room you still spotted the sight of in-ho, who’s dark eyes met and softened at yours almost immediately and you refused to look away. he could practically smell the fear radiating of your body from across the small area your group had chosen to stay within, gi-hun sat at his side tightly along with the rest of the group who you found to be the only source of comfort in this hell.

and yet despite the comfort they provided you still sat isolated in the corner at the brink of a panic attack. breathing felt like diffusing a bomb, one hand clutched your chest, trying to relax yourself as your other rubbed your own leg comfortingly. knowing your death was a blink away sent you into a psychotic spiral at the thought that your last breath would be in this room. in this place. in this very moment.

a blood curdling scream erupted around the room, snapping your head up to see the group of o’s charging right into your boundary, screaming and yelling as they pounced onto anyone they could get their hands on.

the lights flickered as the room flipped into a war in the space of a few seconds, sounds of yelling and harsh slashing echoed around. clutching your ears, you rocked back and forward as a loud sob broke up through your throat. “fuck!” you cried into the thick material of your tracksuit, arms covering your head in attempt to blur out the haunting screams that seemed never ending.

“found you, mother fucker!” a voice bellowed toward you, lifting up your glossy ears to stare at player 124 charge at you, face bloodied and covered in a psychopathic grin while in his left palm clutched a shard of glass that dripped crimson blood from the tip. it was no surprise you’d be his circled on his target list due to the fact during the last game, mingle, you shoved his sorry ass out of the room him and his purple headed friend fought so hardly for, which almost costed their lives. now here he is, about to take yours with the same intent you had in that one second during the game.

“i swear im going to fucking slit you in half, bitch.” his words slurred as you stumbled to your feet, not daring to break eye contact while you bit down on your bottom lip that trembled violently.

“fuck you.” you spat, yet your words wobbled along with your legs despite how hard you tried to look ‘tough,’ your eyes still glistened under the flickering lights with tears. nam-gyu howled in laughter, twisting the sharp end of the glass in his hand before his face turned straight in a second. the two seconds he stared felt like an eternity before he charged at you.

yelling, you caught his arm that held the blade pointed at your heart and using your knee you jerked it up to hit in between his legs which forced him to fold over just in time for you to kick him over onto his back. the shard of glass rolled over to the side of his head and in and instant you charged to grab it with shaky legs, only for him to be quicker and yanked at your ankle, shoving you down to the floor.

a slight whimper left your lips tasting the irony taste along your gums due to the impact of you hitting the ground chin first, and before you knew it, nam-gyu had wrestled his way on top of you, using one hand to pin your wrist above your head while the other snatched the shard inches away from your finger tips.

“mm, you’re a good little fighter, huh?” his lips lingered close to your ear while he trailed the sharp end over your face, only grazing your skin slightly. you flinched against his touch, kicking your legs frantically and screaming for help, feeling the tears burn at your eyes. you were fucked, and there was no doubt about it.

feeling your heart thump against your tightened chest, your mind clouded with defeat and you became limp underneath his strength, tossing your head to the side to glance over at the chaos that spread and diseased everyone around you, blood splattered on nearly every wall you looked at while several bodies laid limp , choking on their own blood.

“fucking die, you bitch!” the dark haired man yelled, raising the shard of glass in the air with a smile that sent painful shivers down your spine. and just as you wrenched your eyes shut, the impact of the blade never came. instead, you felt something wet drip down onto your face, pulling one eye open to see a metal poll struck through nam-gyus’s heart before he fell limp ontop of you, his blood seeping and staining your shirt.

opening your mouth to scream, a hand came over to stop any noise from coming out while another shoved the lifeless body of your chest. in-ho stared down at you, blood splattered along his face while his eyes softened at the scene of your shaken face.

“ive got you, ive got you come on.” despite the desperation in his voice his words were none the less slightly comforting despite the chaos around you as he pulled you up from your back where his hand tightening on your wrist and yanked you forward without another word.

you had no time to comprehend what even just happened in that short space of time but you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered drastically at the way his fingers interlinked within yours as he charged around the bloodbath. his only priority in this devastating scene was to protect you. only you. he couldn’t give less of a shit about the stack of bodies that were growing at his hands as they ran but instead he looked back every second to see if you where still chasing behind.

his warm hand came onto your lower back and pulled you forward through the door that was questionably opened immediately the second the square masked guard caught a glance of in-ho and it made your stomach sink in confusion at how willingly they were to let him through with just a glance. yet your curiosity was died down as in-ho shoved the bathroom door open with his elbow while his other kept firmly on your waist.

your eyes hurt from the bright light on the bathroom, baby pink walls almost blinding you as you adjusted to the sudden change in atmosphere. quiet. silence. and still your heart never slowed down for a second.

“are you hurt? did that bastard hit you?” in-ho cupped either side of your head in his head, tilting your chin from side to side as his eyes glistened with a hint of panic. taking in the scene, you noticed the way his hair was messed up compared to his usual style, his eyebrows knotted into a frown while he examined the features along your face. softly, his finger lingered over a small cut under your eye from where nam-gyu nipped at your skin and you took in the way his jaw clenched just at the sight of blood from your pretty face.

a groan rumbled in his throat, yet he quickly swallowed down his anger to return his soft eyed gaze back onto you. for a split second his eyes glanced down at your lips before returning back to your face. “poor girl.” he coed, it was like his tone was glazed with honey, sweet and sickening as his hand rubbed against your hair.

you can’t deny the warmth that grew in your lower abandonment, and hell did it twist with guilt at the same time knowing lives were being took the very same second your here in the arms of the man who had caught your wondering eyes the second you saw him. still, it felt fucking euphoric to be beneath his finger tips.

perhaps he read your mind because instead of taking his hand away it came to the back of your neck and yanked you against his lips which you were caught staring at the whole time apparently and you tasted the desperation along his soft lips.

his mouth moved harshly against yours, his tongue arching his way into your mouth and finding the warmth of yours while his other hand came to squeeze at bare skin of your waist which made your heart flutter at feeling his cold fingers against the softness of your skin. the world felt like it was spinning beneath your feet, yanking at his dark hair while your tongues battled for dominance.

“you have no idea how badly ive wanted this.” he whispered against your lips and it sent shivers to the bottom of your spine along side the way slick began to form between your legs as he backed you up against the wall.

tilting your head back you let him gain access to your neck and he wasted no time to sink his teeth into the plush feeling of your skin, tasting and licking along the pulse point on your throat which quickened at the warmth of his tongue exploring you. leaving bruises, in-ho stepped back for a moment to admire his claiming all over your skin while you stood breathless under his predatory eyes.

“take off your clothes.” he growled, returning back to the warmth of your neck before you could even respond to which he squeezed the skin of your waist. “don’t make me ask again.”

gulping, you nodded almost a little to quickly and you stumbled to pull down and kick off the material of your trousers that bunched at your ankles to where in-ho’s fingers pressed to your clothed cunt almost immediately.

“all this for me?” he chuckled against your skin, running a long digit along the wet patch on your panties. “fuck, you’re so good for me..” his voice made you clench your thighs around his hand to where he tugged at the thin cloth and ripping it off your body.

gasping, you slump against the wall he backed you up against, making you shiver at the cold material against your bare thighs and ass. “m-maybe we should do this-“ you began to mumble against his grip yet a sharp moan left your lips when a cold finger came to rub against your aching clit.

slowly, the man sunk to his knees in front of you, not once breaking eye contact as he lowered down your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind. taking your hand into his hair, your chest heaved with anticipation while his dark eyes took in the way your mouth draped open at his slow kisses, tossing your head back against the cold tiles as he gently nipped at the silk skin of your upper thighs.

“please in-ho..” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear, your voice croaking with desperation to feel his mouth against you dripping cunt.

“what do you want me to do, baby? use your words for me.” he kept one hand on your hip, using his other to run along the wet slither of your clit that burned for his tongue.

“fuck me!” you cried out, pulling at his dark locks. “fuck me with your tongue!”

“yes ma’am.” you felt him smile against your cunt before he licked a long strip of your wetness from its surface, tasting the sweetness of your slick against his tongue. your body felt like it was on fire with the way his mouth worked its magic on your pussy.

feeling him hum in satisfaction against your cunt sent thousands off sparks up into the pit of your stomach while you moaned out, gripping onto his hair while still pushing his head down further into your pussy while your orgasm began bloom. for a moment he turned his head up to stare at you, lips glossy and puffy from your wetness while he looked at you with a stare that you swore could swallow you whole. and fuck, did it feel like everything around you was twirling on a carousel.

stars started to form in the corners of your eyes while one leg rested over his shoulder, giving him better access you suck you dry, tongue poking into your tight hole which you swear could cum at the way his tongue worked so beautifully up and down your pussy to the point it had its own heartbeat. your mind fogged to the point of realisation as it flashed back to the scene of the guards when they allowed you both to leave the death trap so quickly with just the nod of approval from in-ho. why would they do that? what validation of protection does this man have that nobody else does?

“h-hey.. in-ho?” you managed you gasp out over your wave of moans in which he hummed against your pussy, forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “how did t-those guards just..” he thrusted his tongue so far up into your hole before you could even finish your sentence and you swore you felt you knees buck against his face at the movement, crying out a painful whimper.

his hand dug into the plush flesh of your ass as you grinded your pussy deeper into his face, pulling on his hair the same way his tongue pulled at the strings attached to your heart. riding out your orgasm, you felt your thighs clench around his pretty face that buried in between your legs as you sobbed so loud the entirety of the security guards could probably hear the joyful cries you let out.

with wobbly knees and a head filled with fairies you wrenched your eyes closed, feeling yourself let loose and finally reach the climax of your orgasm as you clenched around his tongue, your cum laced and coated his mouth.

“holy shit..” you panted harshly, chest dropping and rising at rapid speed while in-ho’s face pulled away slowly from your pussy, his glossy lips twisting into a grin before he brought his thumb to the corner of his mouth, licking away any residue you left on his face.

“you taste sweeter than i thought, baby.” his beautiful dark eyes took the view of you in awe, admiring the way your forehead beaded with sweat, eyebrows knotted in satisfaction as you ran your fingers through his hair.

slowly he rose to his feet, taking his finger he sucked out of his mouth with a small pop before tucking a loose strand of your messy hair behind your ear, smiling that sweet smile you remembered and adore all too well.

and just as quickly as he came to scroop you away, he left just as slick without a word, adjusting his shirt on the way out and leaving you alone in the bathroom, trousers bunched at your ankles.

“what the fuck just happened.”

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THE SALESMAN KINKS | HCS | Squid Game

Warnings: +18 - NSFW - KINKS - Guns - Fear - Impact - Manipulation - DARK - Parts with dub/con - Dom!Salesman -  Dacryphilia -

Gun Play:

The Salesman got into it when he was back still a guard working at the island. He would get hard once he killed someone, even more when he gets to see their scared expression and how life leaves their eyes.

He would have to go back to his room and get himself off multiple times till he is overstimulating himself. The line btween pleasure and pain for him his thin and he just loves to push his own limits.

Once he is out from the island and is able to get a sexual partner he waits to introduce them to his kink. He may be crazy but he still knows time its important, and also he will manipulate you into giving in.

Its going to first use the gun to order you, making you undress yourself and even shame you. Cause he can see how wet/hard you are getting by this.

As you get comfortable with it he will use is as a dildo (unloaded of course) to get you off. If you cum around it then he will force it inside your mouth and make you suck it clean.

If he feels comfortable and wants to take a lay back role then he will tell you to push the gun inside his mouth. He finds adorable how your eyes slowly get more and more lost in lust as you see him suck on the gun.

Fear Play:

While he is usually calm, collected and cold the Salesman likes to lost himself on his primal needs and one of them is making you feel fear.

Fear of him ? Yes. This man gets hard thinking in the control he has over your feelings. In both ways, how you love him and how he makes your legs tremble, your eyes cry and your skin red.

He will taunt you, asking whats wrong ? Then pulling your hair so you are looking directly into his eyes as he studies your face.

Is going to force you to kiss him and keep doing it even when he feels like you are getting out of breath.

This also includes humillation. He taunts how hard/wet you get because of it. Or how easy you cry for him. Its going to order you to keep your eyes shut as he says the most bizarre and sweet things to you making you tremble.

Impact Play:

Its one of his favorite alongside gun play. And his favorite for is slapping you.

On your face or ass, or both. Thats up to what the night waits or how his mood is.

Will make you count out loud the number of times he is slapping you and if you lose count or are too slow then he starts again. If you tell him its too much he will wait a little then continue.

Pain Play:

Borderline sadistic the Salesman gets off on inflicting you pain. The more pain you feel the more arouse he feels. Since he wants you to keep breathing and dont pass out on him you two have a scale and safe numbers for it. He admits to himself its kind of fucked up how turned on he gets seeing the person he cares be under pain. But at the end its by his hand so he does not feel too guilty over it.

The forms the induces pain on you goes from slapping you to pinching you, biting is also a must he does.

If there is something he loves is seeing his makrs on you. And since you can show the world the most intimated ones he still leaves open mouth kisses over your neck and collarbone, knowing its him leaving all of these and knowing he owns your pleasure its his favorite thing in the world.

[deloramercel]

An old feeling (and obsession) | In-oh x Fem!Player!Reader | PT2

PT1

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Canon violence - May be OOC - Obsess In-ho - Player 095 lives!! - Anxiety - Sad!Reader -

Notes: Welcome to PT2 if you come from PT1. I decided to divide this piece since I think the ending of PT1 was good but I also wanted to add this too. However I was not 100% in with how things were going in PT1.

This can be read as a stand alone piece.

In-ho wondered once more when his plan went south. His main goal was to destroy Gi-hun and show him how human nature never changes. He was not prepared to meet you, and for you to become so important to him in such a short period of time.

He did wonder if you had a secret on you, just a few hours you were still suffering from the Migle game but now here you were besides him shooting with rage at the guards, his guards.

Fuck did he feel conflicted cause each guard that you managed to kill did made him feel proud of you. Even if you were leaving him short-staffed alongside player 120.

"In-ho you copy?" Gi-hun's voice came from the radio. He took it out and responded then listened to the shoots and his ask for backup.

"Alright im going" In-ho responded screaming to the rest that Gi-hun needed backup, two players were quick to accept.

He took notice on how you stopped, you were still scared but then you also nodded

"Im going too"

"Alright, I will be going first you three follow me" He said then whispered to you since you were closer "Dont put yourself in front unless I say so"

The four of you advanced around the corridors he knew so well but had to fake he did not.

Finally they crossed paths with Gi-hun and Jung-Bae.

"I think we can go around them" In-ho lied to Gi-hun who accepted and gave him a extra charger.

In-ho guided all of you, making you stop or advance, making sure you were safe away from any suprised shoot.

Finally the four of you stood behind the guards, In-ho moved his head signaling the three of you to advance but you had to stay besides him.

He knew what he had to do, but did hurt him deeply, he could just wait that you wont hate him too much.

The shoots sounded so close to you that took you off guard, then you saw In-ho pointing his riffle at you, his face void from any emotion.

"In-ho..."

"Im sorry (Y/N)" Was the last thing you hear then you felt the back of the riffle on your head knocking you out.

He held you so you wouldn't hit the floor, he took the radio to make Gi-hun think all of you were indeed dead then changed channels and told his guards to put a end to this.

Near him a door opened, guards coming from it one of them saw your body and went to shoot you only to be stopped by In-ho stern voice.

"Take her to the infarmary, no one touches her, if I see even one hair out of place you will be responding directly to me, do you understand?"

The guard lowered their gun and nodded going to carry you.

In-ho saw your limp body be moved towards the infarmary, he knew no one would question his orders. He was more afraid of the outcome once you wake up.

"Sir" another guard called him with his clothes of Front Man at hand. He let out a breath, whatever the outcome was it would have to wait.

He still needed to punish Gi-hun and move on with the games.

But one thing was clear in his mind.

No one would hurt you, you were going to be safe.

Safe besides him.