#her smile lines i CAN’T 😵‍💫 i’m

[ggigigoode]

now you’ve seen her rolling her eyes at me this is her giggling when i tell her she has the lesbians in a chokehold </3

[beomiracles]

hiii I’ve never requested before but your writing is tew good ! I was wondering if u could do idol beomgyu x friend Idol reader where basically because of hectic schedules their friendship relies a lot on calling, like any other time reader is practicing intense choreography while gyu is yapping through her AirPods. Reader takes a small break to catch her breath when she realises beomgyu has fallen silent and she can hear him touching himself 😵‍💫

⌞𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔? 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄?⌝

DREAM RECALL When you catch an almost whine-like sound slipping past his lips your mind finally pieces together what was happening. — Your best friend was touching himself to your voice.

wc -> 2k

pairings idol!beomgyu x idol!afab!reader warnings masturbation, perv!beomgyu, tiny bit of nipple play, body descriptions (like I said beomgyu is a perv in this)

#serene adds ✎ this effectively brought me out of my writing slump, ily <3 and wdym you've never requested before??? your ideas are genius !

“And then I told him: no, sorry I’m not interested.” The sound of your sneakers gliding against the wooden floor echoes out, making a squeaking noise. You huff out a short breath before continuing, “right, so I clearly stated no, but for some reason he kept returning to our table. And every single time he asked the same question, can you believe it?” You exclaim, swinging your leg around your body in one swift motion as you spun around on the spot. 

Beomgyu’s chuckle fills the small pods in your ears and you can hear him shift somewhere in the background. “Can you blame the poor guy?” He wonders and you catch him unplug his phone from its charger, moving around as he settles back onto his bed. “I mean, he must think you were real’ pretty to come up like that, most guys would be too shy to even approach.” 

Your lips twitch into a faint grin, “really?” — “Would you approach me? I mean if you didn’t know me already?” Beomgyu remains silent for a moment, you can’t hear anything besides his quiet breaths and you frown. “Yeah, probably.” He finally states and for some reason you felt your stomach flutter. “Wait, really?” You wonder, and Beomgyu sighs on the other line, “yeah sure, you’re a pretty girl.” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you suppress the smile threatening to bloom on your face as you distract yourself by repeating the choreography once more. “I’ll keep that in mind”, you drawl, hearing your friend groan in your airpods, “hey, that’s not fair!” — “Never said I was”, you giggle as you run a hand through your disheveled hair. “Alright, enough about me, let’s hear your weekend!” 

Beomgyu wastes no time in going on a small ramble, the distinctive sound of his chirping voice filling your ears. One thing about Beomgyu was that he could make a small story into a long one, so you expected him to be occupied for at least another twenty minutes as you focused on your dancing. And he was, he almost was. 

You nod along to his words, humming and “yeah”-ing when necessary as well as throwing in other sound effects to ensure that you were listening. Occasionally you would giggle as he made a terrible joke or just said something so outright stupid that all you could do was laugh. — You didn’t realize just how easy you had gone on yourself when you were previously talking, because not even ten minutes in you were already panting. 

He mumbles something, the sound coming out incoherent through your pods and you frown. “W-Wait say that again”, you huff, clearing your already dry throat as you spun around one more time. It takes a minute for him to repeat himself and you wondered if something had happened. But then his familiar voice rings out again, though his words sound almost slurred. You guessed he might be tired. 

The next part of the choreography shifted all your attention from your friend on the phone to the full body mirror in front of you. This time you were determined to get it right, and you did. Heaving a sigh, your shoulders slump as you rub the back of your neck in an exhausted manner. Dragging your legs over to the small bench by the wall, you flop down as you reach for your water bottle. 

It isn’t until you’ve chugged half it, wiping your lips with the back of your hand that you notice Beomgyu’s unusual silence. In fact he had completely stopped talking and for a brief moment you wondered if he had fallen asleep. But just as you were about to call out for him, you hear him groan. — Your initial thought was that he must be in pain, a flash of worry shooting through you as you sat up straight, gripping the bottle tightly in your hands. 

But the sound is quickly followed by his familiar breathing pattern, the one you had grown so accustomed to as you spent your nights on the phone. Except, he sounded different, almost strained. He took deep and ragged breaths and you heard him shifting on his bed, the sheets rustling beneath him. When you catch an almost whine-like sound slipping past his lips your mind finally pieces together what was happening. 

Your best friend was touching himself to your voice. 

⋮

It wasn’t Beomgyu’s fault, or maybe it was a little. But he really couldn’t help himself. He hasn’t seen you for weeks, in fact he hasn’t seen anyone besides his band members for a good while. So to say that he was extremely lonely would be an understatement. It was never meant to go this far, really it wasn’t. But as soon as he got into bed, swiping to accept your call, he knew he was doomed. 

Beomgyu liked your voice, he thinks he might even love it. The way words so seamlessly rolled off your tongue, not to mention your subtle accent peeking through as you spoke. He could listen to you talk forever. — He knew that there was no sexual intent behind you groaning and panting, more than familiar with the excruciating physical labor of dancing, Beomgyu knew exactly how you felt. 

Yet he couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in his briefs as he listened to you pant, rambling on about your weekend as you did, your sentences coming out near breathless. He barely noticed the words “pretty girl” slipping past his lips, too caught up in not trying to grope himself as he tried to maintain whatever conversation was left. Neither does he notice your brief silence at his words, the small clearing of your throat before you hurriedly continue. — He bit his lip, his free hand curling into a fist as he willed it not to move down his stomach. It proved to be almost impossible with every passing second. — Then you disrupt his inner battle. 

“Alright, enough about me, let’s hear your weekend!” 

Well fuck. He needs to act fast, so he immediately goes on about his weekend, making up half of the events as he goes, anything to get you off his mind. It seems to work, you’re busying yourself with dancing, he can tell by the way your shoes echo off the floors. He thinks he might be able to actually talk his hard on down, gesturing wildly, even though you can’t see it, as he explains his Saturday evening. 

But no matter how hard he tries, the second he stops talking to draw in a sharp breath, all he hears is you. Your heavy breath or the small groans you emit as you grow frustrated with yourself. — It doesn’t help that he can perfectly envision you. The tight tank top you always wore, drenched in sweat as it sticks to your shiny skin. Your shorts, stopping halfway down your thighs, hugging your ass in a way that was almost criminal. 

Beomgyu knows that you take training seriously, he knows that you’re too caught up in whatever move you’re trying to perfect to even register half the things he’s saying. He thinks that he might be able to get away with it. — Placing his phone on his chest, Beomgyu lets his hands roam down his torso, hesitating if only for a moment as he reaches the hem of his sweats. But in the end he slips a hand past the fabric, easily wrapping his fingers around his hard cock, shuddering at his own touch. 

He tries to keep talking, to keep you distracted, but his words come out jagged and every move of his tongue feels forced. He moves faster, his grip tightening whilst his other hand tugs his pants down enough to where he can pull himself free from their confinement. He imagines your chest, coated in a sheer layer of glistening sweat, perked nipples peeking through the fabric of your top. He knows he should feel ashamed, he really does, yet he continues. 

“W-Wait say that again.” 

Your voice snaps him from his daze. Fuck, what did he say? He could barely remember, he bites his tongue, trying to steady his sporadic breathing. “I uh, went out for err d-drinks with Taehyun..” He hopes, prays, that you can’t tell how hoarse his voice has become. But you only hum, your attention seemingly elsewhere and he breathes out a sigh of relief. 

He flicks his thumb over his tip, biting back a harsh groan as he squirms on his bed, eyes screwing shut as his jaw slacks. Breathing through his nose, he attentively listens to the way you pant, your body moving along to a beat he couldn’t hear. — His free hand moves up his chest, twisting and pinching his nipples through his shirt, the double stimulation making him go cross eyed. 

Too caught up in the way you made him feel, he fails to notice that you’ve stopped dancing, your heavy breathing slowly simmering down as you slump against the small bench. He also fails to remember that he was supposed to be talking. Unable to hinder the quiet groan slipping from his lip as he nears his orgasm, he freezes for a second, but he tells himself you won’t be able to pick up on it. 

“Beomgyu?” 

His name on your lips almost has him spilling in his hand before realization kicks in. He freezes, head jerking up from his pillow as he immediately lets go of his throbbing cock. He swallows, “y-yeah?” — You’re quiet for a minute, and he thinks you might just have caught him red handed, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. 

“I thought you had fallen asleep!” You retort, shuffling on the bench as you take another gulp of your water. The sound sent shockwaves through his body. “H-ah, no m’wide awake..” He cringes at how strained his voice sounds, uncomfortably shifting on the mattress as his cock slaps against his stomach. You hum against your phone, leaning back to rest against the cool wall behind you. 

When you let out a tired sigh, he can’t help but reach down to slowly fist himself once more. He’ll be quiet, he’ll hang up quickly and finish off without you ever having to find out. Beomgyu doesn’t know if it has to do with his sex clouded brain or his pending orgasm, but he could’ve sworn that every small sigh and groan you made sounded excessively sexual. 

“I should invest in a new top, this one’s far too small, sticks to me like glue”, you drawl and Beomgyu feels his breath hitch. “Huh, uh-huh”, he breathes, trying his hardest not to imagine the very same shirt you spoke of, wrapping around your tits so nicely. He shakes his head, screwing his eyes shut as he strokes himself harder. 

“Ugh, and my leg hurts”, you whine, moaning out in pain as you lean down to massage your calf. The sound makes his eyes snap open as he fumbles to press the ‘mute’ button on his phone. A string of curses ripping from his throat as he finishes all over himself, thighs trembling as he lets his head fall back against the soft pillow. The image of you still crystal clear in his mind. — Breathing out a small sigh of relief, he lets his eyes flutter closed, swallowing yet another groan as he reaches for his phone once more, only to have his heart practically stop in his chest. 

“Finally finished?” You drawl, a smug smirk pulling at your lips as you listen to his heavy panting, the sound filling your airpods. It was almost endearing how easy he had been to fool as you played along, and the way his breath hitched only made your unwavering confidence grow as you listened to the way realization hit him like a truck. 

Gulping, Beomgyu’s gaze flit down to his phone screen, eyes widening as they land on the still clear mute button. He knew then that he would never hear the end of this.

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[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Can you write about Ethan fucking reader in missionary and he sees the bulge in her tummy everytime he thrusts inside her and he's just absolutely feral, pressing down on it with his hand to feel himself up in there😵‍💫 pretty please with a cherry on top

HI! Okay, I literally just thought of something along these lines YESTERDAY before I got this request. I was hoping someone would want something like this written. Thank you, and I hope you like it💕

In Too Deep - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Ethan fucks you so hard that he notices something knew about the way you take him.

Contains: Fluff, sexting?, Oral - f!receiving, p in v, rough sex, dom!-ish Ethan, after care. (If I missed anything let me know:)

A/N: Fucking LOVED writing this. There's just something about rough Ethan that just feels so right to write.

Ethan was trying to torture you…at least that’s what it felt like. He’d been holding out on sex for a few weeks, and as bad as you tried, he was always denying your advances. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it, because he was dying to touch you, but he didn’t want your relationship to be more sexual than anything.

While you were at a random frat party with your friends, he’d started to think that he’d made you wait long enough. He was talking with Chad on the other side of the room as you sat with Tara and Anika, sipping on your drink. You barely heard your phone chime over the loud music, and when you checked it, you saw you had a text from Ethan. You looked over to him as he smiled before you checked the message.

Ethan: You look beautiful tonight🩷

You blushed a little as you read his text and started to type your response when the three dots indicating that he was typing again popped up at the bottom of the screen.

Ethan: I can’t wait to take you back to my place and get you out of those clothes

Ethan: I can’t wait to taste your pussy😏

Your eyes grew wide as you tried to keep your composure. You knew your cheeks were heating up as you glanced over to him again. You watched him lock his phone and jump back into the conversation with Chad.

“You okay?” Anika asked, as you quickly flipped your phone so she couldn’t see the screen.

“Yeah, I’m good. I think I might go home soon,” you said, trying to fake-yawn as she took a sip of her drink.

“Aww, that sucks. You sure you have to leave soon?” Tara asked as you nodded, when you felt Ethan’s eyes on you again, your phone dinging in your hand. “That boyfriend of yours won’t stop staring at you.”

“Oh? I didn’t notice,” you lied, before looking up at him. He held up his phone, signaling that you needed to check yours once Anika and Tara stopped looking at him.

Ethan: I thought you’d be begging me to leave by now.🙄

Ethan: Don’t you want me to fuck that perfect pussy?

You took a deep breath as you started to type.

You: You’re killing me😫

You: Meet me outside in 5?

Ethan: Can’t wait, baby😘

You looked over to Tara and Anika again, “Hey, I’m going home. I need to get some sleep, I’m exhausted.”

“Aww, but Mindy’s going to be so bummed that you left before she got here,” Anika frowned as you started to laugh.

“There will be more parties. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, anyway,” you smiled at them as you walked towards the door, Ethan watching your every move.

You started to walk back to his place, your pace slowed as you waited for him to catch up to you. You soon heard footsteps walking quickly behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Hey, babe,” he said, his sweet tone contradicting the filthy things he was texting you.

“What was that about?” you asked, as he pulled away to walk beside you. He laced his fingers with yours as you started to pick up the pace, both of you desperate to be alone.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, baby,” he said, looking down to smile at you, “I know you think it hurts a little, but do you think you could try to take all of my cock tonight?”

“Fuck,” you groaned, “Why should I do that when you haven’t fucked me in three weeks?”

“Because I think you’d like it,” his tone was cocky as he thought back to all the times you told him it was too much. “Only if you want to, though.”

“We can try it,” you said, the acing between your thighs getting unbearable. “We need to walk faster.”

“Someone’s needy.”

Once you made it to his complex, he intentionally took his time to unlock the door. You glared at him as he slowly stuck the key into the lock and twisted it.

“Hurry the fuck up,” you pleaded, as he smirked at you. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny. I love that you’re so desperate for this,” he smiled, finally opening the door.

Once you walked inside, you grabbed his hand to lead him towards his room. He stopped in the kitchen, his arm stretching out in front of him as you tried to pull him.

“What?” you huffed, noticing a mischievous look on his face as he pulled you back towards him.

“We’ll go to my bed soon, baby. There’s something I really wanted to do first,” he said, as he started to unbutton your jeans. You stepped out of your shoes as he slid your jeans and panties down your legs at the same time.

“What did you have in mind?” you asked, the bottom half of your body bare as he teased your thighs with his fingertips.

“I want you to sit your pretty ass up on the counter so I can eat your pussy,” he smirked, his hands going to your hips.

“Oh, okay,” you smiled, placing your arms on the counter and pushing yourself up onto it.

He spread your legs and ran his fingers over your soaked pussy, the feeling making you whimper.

“Please don’t tease me,” you begged, as he chuckled at your words.

He leaned in and gently sucked your clit into his mouth, before his tongue started to flick it.

“Shit,” you gasped, your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling. “Just like that, baby.”

He alternated between the flicking and swirling his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, your legs starting to twitch at how good he was making you feel. Your pussy was dripping with your arousal, making it easy for him to slide two fingers into you at once with ease.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, as he slid them all the way inside of you. He started to angle them just right after a couple minutes of thrusting them to stretch you out. “Fuck, baby,” you gasped, as he started to hum against your clit.

His fingers were starting to coax your orgasm closer to the edge, your legs starting to jolt as your whines got louder.

“You’re gonna make me cum. I’m so close,” you moaned out, as he started to hit that spot inside of you a little harder. Your hand went to his hair, wanting him to keep his attention on your clit as your pussy started to flutter around his fingers. “Yes, baby!” you cried out, your hips involuntarily bucking against his fingers as that wave of euphoria washed over you.

He worked you through it, before he pulled away with a smirk.

“Did that feel good, babe?” he asked, as you nodded your response. You were already so fucked out from his fingers that you couldn’t even imagine how you’d react once he actually fucked you. “Let’s go to my room.”

He helped you get off the counter, his hands going to your hips as your wobbly legs threatened to give out. He walked you to his room and helped you take off your shirt and bra, before he pushed you back on the soft comforter. You watched him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, before sliding them, along with his boxers, down his legs. You got a little nervous at his size, and he could tell as he walked to his nightstand to grab a condom.

“Just relax, baby. If it hurts, I’ll stop. Okay?” he said, trying to ease your anxiety as he crawled on top of you.

He slid into you inch by inch, stopping when he had another left to go. He thrusted what he knew you could take, not wanting to rush it. You were moaning underneath him as your hands went to your breasts, squeezing them as he started to move a little faster. You were getting so into it that your legs hooked around the back of his thighs, pulling him as far in as he could go.

“Oh shit,” you mewled, your thoughts clouded as he slowed down a little. He wanted to make sure you were okay, but once you started whining because he wasn’t going fast enough, he sped back up.

“You’re taking my cock so fucking well,” he groaned, watching your face. You started to babble, your words making no sense as he praised you. “I knew you could do it.”

“Mhm,” was all you could get out as he leaned back to watch the way your tits jiggled as he fucked you. That’s when he noticed it.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, running his hand along the bulge his cock was causing on your lower tummy with each thrust. “Does that feel good?” you nodded, your eyes pinched shut as he started to go faster. “And to think you’ve been holding out on me this whole time. You’re taking my whole fucking cock right now,” he growled, as he started to press down on the spot where the tip of his cock kept bulging out. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Your whimpers were teetering on the edge of cries as your eyes started to water, but it didn’t hurt. It felt so good, his pace speeding up even more as he continued to press down on you.

“Cumming,” you choked out, unable to say anything else.

He reached down to circle your clit with his fingers, making your orgasm even more intense. He kept watching your tummy, desperate to run his hands over it again as he fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy clenching him so tight that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Once you started to go limp, your eyes were hazy as you smiled at him. He started to pound into you, his hand pressing down on your tummy.

“That’s it, fucking take it,” he said, as you moaned out at the feeling. “I need you to be louder, baby.”

You did as he said, but it wasn’t fake by any means. You’d barely come down from your orgasm before he started to send you into another one, your hands gripping the sheets to the point that your knuckles were starting to hurt.

You didn’t give him any warning before your pussy clenched him so tight that he groaned out, your whole body shaking underneath him as you got lightheaded from the intensity of it.

“I’m..fuck. Gonna cum,” he finally got out, completely drunk off your pussy as he released into the condom. He pulled out and relaxed his weight on you as he tried to catch his breath. Your hands went to his hair, your nails scratching his scalp as you started to drift off to sleep.

“Hey, baby?” he asked, leaning up to look at you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded your response, too tired to say anything.

“I know the perfect thing for you,” he said, lifting off of you and running to the bathroom.

You soon heard the water running in his large tub as your eyes started to open. You wanted to get up to meet him in the bathroom, but you knew the odds of you falling to the floor the second you stood up were pretty high.

After the water was shut off, he walked back into his room to get you.

“I need you to come with me,” he smiled sweetly as he helped you up.

He led you down the hall, the dim flickering light cast against the wall making you confused until you walked in and saw a bubble bath surrounded by candles.

“How’s this for after care?” he joked, as he helped you get in. He got in, too, pulling your back to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“This feels so nice,” you said, the hot water relaxing your body.

“Oh, I see someone got their voice back,” he said with a laugh, “You sure you’re okay? That wasn’t too much?”  

“No…I’ll probably be a little sore in the morning, but it didn’t hurt. It felt really good,” you said, as he leaned down to kiss the back of your head. “You’ve never made me cum that quick back-to-back like that.”

“I could literally see every single thrust in your tummy,” he groaned, missing the sight already.

“RIP to my cervix,” you joked, as he laughed. “I think we should do that again soon.”

“I want to give you plenty of recovery time. I was so deep,” he said, rubbing his hands along your lower stomach. “After this, do you want to cuddle and watch a movie?”

“I’d like that…after we disinfect your kitchen counter.”

[toxicanonymity]

Would you please write a boyfriend’s dad fic 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Maybe the bf ditches her while she’s on vacation with his family and Joel knows his son is a fuck up so he wants to show her what she’s missing

Sky’s out, thighs out

1.5k / boyfriend's dad!Joel x f!reader 

thighs out masterlist

Warnings: NSFW 18+,  non-outbreak AU, big girthy age gap (unspecified), public, exhibitionism, oral & rimming (f receiving), unsafe P in V sex, creampie, squirting, dirty talk, use of daddy (prone bone anon). 

☀️🌤️☀️🌤️☀️🌤️☀️🌤️☀️

You're sunbathing face-down in a pool chair and a shadow falls over your book.  Joel squats down in front of you.  “Hey,” he says gently.  You wipe your eyes under your sunglasses.  He takes your shades off, but leaves his own on.  “Don’t worry 'bout my dipshit son, okay? Not worth the tears." He catches one with his thumb as it rolls down your face. You glance up and he asks, "Wanna go for a swim or somethin’?”  You avoid your reflection in his shades. Your eyes fall to his meaty thighs which are stretching his short, retro swim trunks under his wife beater tank top.   He follows your eyes down, then his nose twitches, smugly tugging at one corner of his mouth.  “We could do that, too." He’s shameless, but you've ignored it so far.  

One day, lounging on the beach, he caught you looking. He said, “sky’s out, thighs out," then sensually rubbed his upper inner thigh. You said, “sky’s always out. . .”   “Exactly.”  His beard pattern only enhanced the mischief in his smile, his hand resting at his groin. He wet his lips, still looking at you. Then he adjusted himself. The next day, he snuck up on you from behind when you were reading at the edge of the pool. He silently swam up and stood behind you, pressed himself up against you, and you didn’t do anything about it except think about him while you fucked his son later.  

"Thanks." You take your sunglasses from his hand and go back to reading. You're looking at the book but can’t focus with all these butterflies between your legs.  

You're thinking about how big and hard Joel felt against your ass in the pool and now hot it was that he stole that moment, no matter how creepy. The way he loosely wrapped one arm around you under the water, and you didn't flinch as he ran his hand over your stomach, just barely dipped his fingertips into your suit, and whispered, "good color on you." His soft grunt when he pressed himself harder against you before sinking back and floating away just in time for Jack to come back outside.

"Plenty of time to ourselves," he says as you stare at the words on the page. It’s a rooftop pool shared by several units, and the other units have been empty this week.  But there are higher roof tops nearby with direct lines of vision. Someone waved from their barbecue the night before and invited y’all to join. It's a friendly area, lots of vacation condos.

-

“Alright, I’m gonna make this easy on ya,” Joel says.  “Want me to stop, I will, but you gotta say stop.” You throb at his words. He knows exactly what you need right now - for him to take charge.  

He starts by massaging your back. "Damn fool to even glance at another chick.”  He kneads your muscles lower and lower, then gropes your ass with an "Mmm."  You put your book down and rest your head on your hands.  He slides his hand into your swimsuit bottoms and keeps sliding down, over your crack, a little further, until his middle finger reaches your dripping wet pussy.  He inhales deeply and his voice lowers to a horny pitch as he swirls his finger. “Yeahhh," he growls.  "That's what I thought. . .” he says as he touches you.  

He swings a leg over the pool chair to straddle you, and as his crotch hovers over your ass, he brings his mouth to your ear. "You're so damn hot, baby," then dips his pelvis down for his raging erection to brush your swimsuit, sending all your blood to your loins.  "Knew ya wanted it."

He uses one hand to slowly untie your swimsuit bottom on both sides, so slowly, as if any sudden movement might break the spell.  Then he backs up toward the foot of the lounge chair and spreads your thighs.  "Damn, this ass is perfect,” he says under his breath as he gives your cheeks a quick squeeze. Then he inserts a thick finger into your cunt and breathes deeply as he adds another.  

“Pussy, too. . . Damn. . .” Your cunt twitches around his digits and he says, “Wooo.”  He takes out his fingers, and his hands on your hips nudge you into lifting your ass and tilting your hips for him to plant his face. His facial hair prickles you lightly.  He starts at your clit and when he reaches your warm, wet hole he gives it a kiss.  Then he inserts his tongue and moans into you.  After about a minute of eating you out, his tongue sharpens and drags from your entrance up to your asshole to tease you there while squeezing a cheek.  

He gets on top of you and presses the hard bulge of his swim trunks into your ass.   You moan softly and he says, “Yeah, that’s right.”  He pulls his swim trunks down enough to free his stiff member then runs the firm tip through your folds.  You gasp and he says “All yours, baby.  Every inch.”  

-

He notches the swollen head at your entrance.  Your thighs spread and your hips tilt for him. "That's right, baby."  He shoves himself into you with a grunt.  You moan as his girth splits you open.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes and retreats half way.  He plunges forward again and bottoms out with a long sigh. "Damn. . . tight 'n juicy. . ." He repeats the motion.  "Perfect pussy." He lowers his broad torso against your back for a moment, pulling out all but the tip. The light padding of his stomach makes you twitch. Then with a deep thrust he pushes himself back up.  He hovers over you and braces himself on both sides of the pool chair as he rails you.  He’s hitting just the right spot.  The tension builds in your core.  

“Ah, fuck,” you gasp. 

“Yeah, how’s this cock treatin’ ya, baby?”

“Fuck, it’s good.”

“That’s right,” he says into your neck. "Daddy knows best. . . Don't I, baby?" He latches onto your neck. 

You start to say it back to him "Da-" and cut yourself off with a moan.  He sucks your neck so hard it’ll leave a mark but you don’t care. All you care about is his cock inside you.  You take a deep breath and manage, “yeah, Daddy.”  

He pounds you with all the pent up tension of the week.  You hear faint voices from a neighboring rooftop.  It sends a rush of excitement through you, the thought of strangers seeing you get railed by your boyfriend’s hot dad. 

Every time Joel buries his length in you, it rocks you forward on the chair and you grip it for dear life.  You moan in near disbelief at how good he feels. Your chest feels light with energy.

“Jack ever fuck you this good?" Not even close.  

“No,” you pant.  “Never, daddy. . ."  You could come any minute but don’t want it to end.

“s'what I thought." His cock is so stiff and thick.  And length wise, even a smidgen more might be too much to take. 

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You look up and a shadow moves inside the clubhouse. “Wait,” you say. “ Is someone in there?”

He slows his hips.  “Want me to stop?”  He stops moving, and you can hardly stand it you’re so close to coming.  You groan.  No, you don’t want him to stop.  

You’re trying to see into the clubhouse when he pulls out and you answer too late, “Nooo.”  

He says “C'mere” and flips you over.   The voices return next door.  His strong thighs swell out from under his swim trunks and you follow them up to his commanding cock.  His sun-kissed arm flexes as he pumps himself, then crouches down and lines himself up.  

“Look at Daddy, don’t worry ‘bout nothin’ else."  He plunges to the hilt with a loud sigh from both of you.  “Damn you take it good,” he says.  He begins to pound you, then puts your legs up in a mating press.  

“I’m on the pill,” you manage to say between deep breaths.  Hard to tell if he’s relieved or disappointed.  His hips snap into you faster, and you forget about the shadow in the pool house and the people next door.  When you’re on the edge of  bliss, you say “I’m gonna–”

“Yeah baby, come on my cock.” 

You pant. 

“Come on, baby,” he says as he slams into you. 

You begin to clench around him and moan obscenely, gushing on his cock.

“Attagirl.”  He keeps fucking you through it. “Hell yeah,” he says between heavy breaths.  

He plunges into you slower but harder and somehow further, bottoming out with a primal grunt. Then he pulses inside you and sighs loudly as his balls empty.  His pulsations extend your own until he finishes coming and pulls out. Before he takes his still-hard cock away, he gathers his cum with the tip and pushes back inside.

When he's truly done, he swiftly pulls up his swim trunks, drags his hand through your juices and sucks his fingers.  He crouches down, cups your cheek and says, “Hot as hell.”  

Then he takes off his tank top and jumps in the pool.  He turns around and rests his arms on the deck, facing you. 

 “Damn. . . Jack’s even dumber than I thought.” 

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Same Joel, same vacation:

thighs out on the beach

sun's out, guns out

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Thank you so much for reading and engaging!

If you like this one, you might like the Speakeasy series which has exhibitionism, horniness, and talking.   Like how he talks?  Try night walks for similar energy (on the darker side).  Instagram and Uber for another squirter. 

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[peachesofteal]

I must know what happens after Darling wakes up following that one scenario 😵‍💫 will Simon and Johnny let her leave if she wants to? Or will this go a darker route? I could see Simon desperately trying to gaslight her but also could see him just taking a step back, out of concern that if she isn’t allowed to leave, they could really stress her out and possibly hurt the baby as a result. Either way — all the angst!! Heartbreak!!

I don’t know if this is about after the tranquilizer or the one from yesterday, but this one isn’t super dark… still baby trap au but I see this “what if” being the softer side of baby trap au. 🩵

18+ Mature themes / baby trap au / takes place after this

You’re makin’ me anxious, Si.” Johnny admonishes him, and he answers with a raised brow. Johnny sits against the headboard, back straight, a fist clenched in the blanket bunched around his hips. He looks relaxed, at first glance, but Simon doesn’t need to look too closely to see how deeply he’s worried. The tense line that has his shoulders strung up high, the crease in his brow, the way he constantly looks down to see if you’re still asleep, the way he tenses anytime you stir.

“I’m not.” He responds, but still fidgets uncomfortably in the chair that he’s pulled over to the bed, facing where you’re curled up, bump just visible under the sheets, hands tucked beneath your cheek, face sweet and relaxed in your dreams. Or nightmares.

He can’t get the image you crying, chest heaving with sobs, face stricken with horror, falling into a full panic attack, telling them to get away from you.

You had turned away from him, flinched when he had tried to calm you.

You hadn’t spoken to them, while they tucked you into bed, trying to keep themselves at bay, trying to relax you the best they could while you sobbed like your heart had been ripped out.

What have they done?

You toss in the bed, shifting, and he can tell by the way your lashes are fluttering, that you’re finally waking up.

He holds his breath.

“Hey, there you are.” Johnny says, trying to keep his voice light while you blink awake, brow furrowed. When you move, you wince, and he knows it’s because you’re trying relieve some of the pressure on your back, the pregnancy making sleep fairly uncomfortable a little bit more, day by day. You look tired, and Simon realizes for the first time, that you almost seem frail. More fragile than he’s used to, or comfortable with. “Darling?” Johnny pushes, just slightly, and you turn to look at him, with empty eyes.

You don’t respond.

Simon’s heart splinters.

“Want some water?” Johnny tries, again, and he smiles at you. A beautiful, life altering smile that Simon loves so much. A smile that feels like home.

But when you still don’t say anything, it melds into something twisted, something grim. Sad. And to watch it unfold, to watch the light bleed from Johnny just as it’s bled from you, steals his breath away.

[roosterscockpit]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 31

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THIS IS MY 1000TH POST WTH 🫣

Things ended off a little spicy. Hopefully, Bradley can make it back into the party a little cooled off. Leia’s call sign party is in full effect! I am excited to see what you all name her! I hope you are enjoying the story!  I love you all so much!  💕Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: Leia is definitely a sassy girl, like Bradley. She has her moments in this part! AND one of her uncles gives her, her call sign today 😍 I’m not crying... you are! 😫 This part is going to be an OVERLOAD. 😵‍💫 Another Daddy Brad POV 😍

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: cursing, teasing, and nothing but LOVE OVERLOAD 🥰 (it’s good for the soul!) 

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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Bradley’s POV

It took me a while to calm myself before returning to the gathering. I return back inside and looked for Mav. He was sitting on the couch while the squad sat around listening to one of his stories back from when he was in Top Gun. It looked like a story time circle that Leia has in her class. I laughed and joined them. I sat on the floor and laid my back against Phoenix’s legs. I looked up at her and smiled. She patted my shoulder and we continued to listen to Mav’s story.  I looked around and Leia was sitting on Hangman’s lap. I shook my head and remembered that I owe you $100 and a date… Mav was talking about his time at Top Gun and the mission he had to go on. How he shot down 3 MiGs in an F-14. 

“Daddy says F-14s are bags of ass, papa Mav! Remember when he said that!” Leia laughed hysterically and everyone followed. Mav turned red from blushing.

I put my hand over my eyes and shook my head. I chuckled slightly. “She is never gonna let that go.”

Hondo patted my back and laughed, “She most definitely won’t, Rooster.”

“Bag of ass?” Coyote chuckled. “This one has a mouth on her, Bradshaw. Just like her dad.” He laughed loudly as he high-fived Leia. 

Hangman pulled Leia back into his chest, “Honey, I think you need a swear jar.”

Coyote patted Leia’s leg, “You most definitely need one, princess. Especially with being around us and our mouths.” Everyone laughed.

“What’s a swear jar?” Leia looked up at Hangman and looked at Coyote. 

“A swear jar is a jar you’ll have to put money into when you say a bad word like ass.” Hangman raised his eyebrows at her.

Leia covered her mouth and her voice was muffled against her hand, “But I don’t have money!”

Coyote smiled, “Then make sure you don’t say any of those words, Princess Leia.” He winked at Leia. She nodded with a terrified look in her eyes.

Mav continued his stories. Everyone was really fascinated with the story, especially Leia. I watched her as Mav told the story and her eyes lit up the whole time. Something tells me that she is going to like aviation for a very long time. After he was finished with the story, we all just sat around and talked. 

I looked around for Leia and couldn’t find her. “God, that girl always just disappears.”

Bob started to look around with you, “What do you mean?”

“Leia always just disappears and I can’t find her.”

Fanboy looked under the table, “That girl is a magic trick. When we were at Legoland she was standing next to me in line and when I looked down she was gone and nowhere to be found.” 

Payback laughed, “Your girl must be really good at hide and seek, Rooster.” 

I shook my head, “No she really is. I can count to two and open my eyes to cheat and she’s already gone.” 

Phoenix came to join our conversation, “Where’s the party girl at, Bradshaw? We have to give her a name.” She laughed.

I looked around my house, “Is she with Hangman?”

Phoenix looked at me with her mouth and eyes wide open, “You lost your kid again?” She looked around.

I felt a pull on my shirt and I looked down. She was standing there with her big cute green eyes, “Daddy, I’m right here.” 

I laughed and picked her up. “Gosh, you always just vanish in thin air baby girl.” 

“Like you, daddy?” My eyes widened and she laughed obnoxiously loud. She was pointing at me as she laughed. I squinted my eyes at her and poked her stomach, “Who told you to say that?” She laughed even harder.

She looked around and just laughed. Everyone was dying. Hondo gave her a high five. 

“Guys stop. Who told my daughter to say that?” I looked around.

Everyone kept laughing, “You ought to call her Comeback.” Payback winked at me. 

I shook my head at him, “No, it's too unoriginal, like your name.” I laughed.

Payback looked at me and slapped his hands on my countertop, “That’s cold, Rooster.” He laughed back at me. 

Hangman patted me on my back, “She definitely gets that from you, Rooster. You always have a comeback.” He fist-bumped Leia and messed up her hair. 

Leia looked at Bob and smiled, “Daddy, I wanna be a Bob.”

Bob looked at everyone with narrow eyes, “And you guys made fun of my name.”

Fanboy patted Bob on the back, “Sorry bro.”

Leia reached her arms for Bob who was across from me. Bob grabbed her and held her on his hip. “Can I be a Bob too? I wanna be a backseater like you. Papa Mav said I was a really good backseater when we flew. He said I could be his wingman anytime! Maybe I can just be Lei!” she smiled wide at Bob.

Payback tried to hold back his laughter. He started to shake. Hondo bursted out laughing, “Lei? Sweetie, no.” 

Hangman looked at Leia sadly, “But honey, I thought you were my little wing-girl?” He wiped fake tears from his eyes.

Leia laughed, “I can be yours too Hangie!” She reached out for his face and wiped his imaginary tears. He smiled up at her and pinched her cheek.

“What? You’ve already flown in a plane, Leia?” Bob sounded excited.

Phoenix placed her hand on Leia’s back, “How did you like it, babe?” She smiled at Leia.

Leia turned to look at Phoenix, “It was so fun, Phoenix!”

Everyone gathered around to listen to Leia tell her story about flying with Mav.

 Bob looked at her shocked. He nodded his head and it was as if a light bulb went off because he looked at her and smiled, “How about Vapor? Do you like Vapor, Leia?”

“Why Vapor, Bob?” Phoenix narrowed her eyes at him.

He looked at all of you, “Because one second she’s here and the next second she disappears. But her love is always with us no matter where she is. Like how a vapor lingers.” 

Hangman threw his arm over Bob’s shoulder, “That is the cutest thing ever, Bob. I think you just named our girl.” He patted his chest hard.

“That actually really is good, Bob. How do you feel about Vapor, baby girl?”

Leia looked at everyone and smiled cutely, “I love it. Thank you, Bob!” She gave him a big hug. 

Everyone patted Bob on the back and congratulated him on naming Leia. I walked over to the side and texted you. I opened my phone and saw there was a message from you. I opened your chat and you sent me a sexy video of you. I blushed and looked around to see if anyone was around me. 

B: Hey sexy mama, I just saw your text. I will have to watch this later when I am alone ;)

Y: Make sure you send something back ;)

B: Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t…

Y: Don’t tease me, Bradley. Have some fun! ;)

B: But it’s fun, sweetheart :*. So I have great news… we named Leia. Or well Bob named Leia. :D

Y: OMG NO WAYYYY! What did he call her?

B: Vapor because, I quote what he said exactly, “Because one second she’s here and the next second she disappears. But her love is always with us no matter where she is. Like how a vapor lingers.”

Y: Oh that is the sweetest thing ever! Uncle Bob FTW!! I love him so much! 

B: Right? Leia loves it! You love me more though, right?  :’(

Y: Of course, I love you more Bradley Bradshaw, I love you with all my heart <3

B: I love you too baby. I will call you later tonight okay? If you’re still awake. I love you so much xoxo

Y: Talk to you later! I love you too, xo

I put my phone in my pocket and returned to the party. Cyclone came up to me as everyone was giving hugs and kisses to Leia as congratulations on her callsign. 

He patted me on the back, “You have a great kid, Bradshaw. Good job.” He smiled at me.

I shook my head, “No, you should be telling y/n that. She did a great job raising her.” I looked at Leia in awe.

He looked at Leia, “y/n?”

“I didn’t know I had a daughter until we left for the mission. Y/n had her reasons, but god she raised an amazing little girl. My little girl.”

Cyclone nodded with understanding, “I gotcha. Then I will give credit where it is due. Y/n did a great job raising Leia.”

I nodded slowly while looking at my little girl. 

“But, Bradshaw. You are an amazing father. You’re doing an outstanding job with Vapor.” He chuckled. 

“Thank you, sir. That means a lot. I’m trying my best, I’m still learning.” 

He rested his hand on my shoulder and leaned into me, “You are going to be learning for the rest of your life, kid. She will change and you’ll have to adjust. I’m like that with my kids. I’m always adjusting to them so I can be at my greatest. You are going to do anything and everything for them. It’ll just be your instinct. I’ll always be here if you need some pointers as she grows up.” He used his other hand to reach across and slap my chest.

“You’re completely right. I would do anything for her.” I looked at my daughter, so in love with her. “Thank you so much, sir.” 

“Of course, Bradshaw. But I will be heading out now. Have a good night.” He nodded at me and yelled bye to everyone before he walked out the door. 

Everyone made their way outside. Mav was getting a beer from the fridge. I went up to him to talk to him.

“Hey, Mav.” I hit his arm. “What’s up?”

He turned around and looked at me, “Oh hey Rooster. I just had a quick question for you.”

I nodded, “Okay shoot.” 

Mav pulled me away from the group, “How are you and y/n?” He smiled.

I laughed and shook my head, “We are great.” Then my face went straight, “Why? Did she say something to you? Did I forget to do something?”

Mav placed his hands on my shoulders and laughed, “No Bradley. You didn’t forget anything. I did talk to her. She said she talked about how she wanted to do things right this time. Does that ring a bell?”

I sighed in relief, “Yea I know what she’s talking about. Why did that come up?”

Mav patted me on my cheek and I looked at him super uncomfortable, “What the hell are you doing, Mav?”

He laughed, “I care about the both of you so much. I just wanted to make sure you two were okay. I thought that maybe something was happening again. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, Bradley.” He nodded at me.

“Thank you, Mav. Everything is okay. We are doing a lot better, but I do have something I need your opinion on.”

He gave me the ‘sup’ nod and narrowed his eyes at me.

I took a deep breath, “Do you think y/n would marry me? Is it too early to even think about marrying her?”

I knew I caught him off guard because his jaw fell to his chest, “Wait, Bradley. Are you serious? You want to marry y/n?”

“Just as serious as you calling me by my first name, Mav.” My voice was shaky.

He rested his hands on my shoulders and started to tear up. He nodded his head and pulled me in to hug him. He placed one of his hands on my head and held me close. He patted my back hard. I knew he was excited. 

“Hey Mav, I didn’t ask you to marry me.” I laughed. He pulled away quickly and wiped the tears from his eyes. He took a deep breath and just looked at me. He nodded and then shook his head and let out a sigh. He took a sip of his beer and swallowed hard.

“God Rooster, I know she would love to marry you. Have you asked Leia?” His eyes were wide.

“No I haven’t but when I do, I hope she will approve.”

Mav’s head dropped down and she shook it, “God I am so proud of you, Rooster.”

“Thanks, Mav.” I rested my hand on his shoulder, “There is one more thing I needed from you that I know you have.” 

He looked at me and smiled. “Of course, Bradley.”

We looked at each other laughing and smiling. “I don’t want to lose her ever again. I was stupid enough to let her go once. I want her for the rest of my life.” I wiped a tear from my eye. “She’s everything to me and more…”

Later on, Hondo left and said his goodbyes to the squad. All that was left was Mav, Coyote, Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, Bob, and Phoenix. We all sat around the living area engaging in small talk. 

Fanboy was laying on the floor with Leia. He was showing her videos on his phone that he took during some of his and Payback’s flying drills. She was asking so many questions about being a fighter pilot and he had all the perfect answers for her. 

Everyone had a few drinks in their system. Payback looked over to me, “So are we all staying here tonight, Rooster?” 

I nodded and smiled, “You are all more than welcome to stay. I just have to get my girl to her bed and to school on time.” 

Fanboy looked at the time, “Hey, Rooster it's already 9:30. Should she be in bed now?”

I looked behind me at the clock on my wall. “Yup.” I turned back to Leia, “All right, sweetheart, it’s time to get ready for bed.” I put my arms out and she came running to me. She leaped into me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. 

“Can everyone put me to bed, daddy?”

I looked around and everyone smiled. I looked back at Leia, “Of course, baby.”

I picked Leia up and brought her upstairs into my bathroom. I ran the bath for her and gave her a bath. She splashed me the whole time. “Daddy, can I have bath toys for next bath time?”

I conditioned her hair, “Sure, sweetheart. What would you like to have for bath time?”

She played with the soap bottle like it was a submarine, “Can I have bath crayons? So I can draw?”

I tilted her hair back and used a cup to rinse the conditioner out. I leaned in and kissed her wet forehead. “I will get those for you tomorrow while you are at school, baby.”

She smiled at me, “Promise?”

I nodded and wrung her hair out. I applied curling creme to her hair while it was still wet. “So baby, can I ask you a question?”

She nodded her head. “Leia, would it be okay if I married your mommy?”

She stopped playing with the soap bottle and looked at me slowly, “Marry my mommy?”

She started to blink at me with tears in her eyes.

I smiled and nodded. She stood up and lunged for me, “Oh please please, please! Please marry mommy! She loves you so much, daddy!”

I was soaking wet now. I laughed and held her, “I’m glad you feel the same way I do, sweetheart. I love her so much too, babydoll.”

She pulled back quickly and her eyes were wide, “Will you marry her now!?”

I shook my head, “Not right now, baby.” I tucked her curls behind her ear. “When the timing is right, sweetheart.”

She nodded. I grabbed the towel to dry her off. She brushed her teeth while I grabbed some PJs out of her bag. When she finished I helped her into her PJs. She ran downstairs and gave everyone hugs and kisses good night.

She jumped onto Fanboy who was still laying on the ground. He grunted loud as all the wind got knocked out of him. “Dang Vapor, you scared me!” 

Leia hugged him and nuzzled into his chest. “It’s bedtime! Good night, Fanboy!”

He wrapped an arm around her and scratched at her wet hair, “Good night, lil’ V.”

Leia got up and made her way over to Coyote. She jumped up and he picked her up. He squeezed her tight and held her head to his, “Good night, Vapor. Sweet dreams.” 

“Good night, Dogman.” She pulled back and giggled. He pinched her cheek and let her down. 

She walked over to Payback and wrapped her arms around his hips. He leaned over to his side and rubbed her back, “Night Vape! I’ll see you in the morning.” 

She looked up at him and smiled, “Night Payback!”

Leia skipped over to Bob and jumped into his lap. Bob pulled her in close and patted her hair, “Good night, V.” He gave her a smirk.

“G’night, Bobby boy! Thank you for my call sign again.” She squeezed Bob tightly.

Leia went and stood in front of Hangman. He grabbed her hands and pulled her between his legs. He hugged her gently and rubbed his cheek against hers. “Good night, my little wing girl.” 

Leia giggled, “Your face hair is poking me! Good night, Bagman.” Hangman laughed and pushed his cheek harder into hers as he tickled her.

Phoenix put her arms out and squealed, “Come here, Vapor Girl!” Leia ran into her arms and hugged her. “Good night, Phoenix.” 

Phoenix kissed her face repeatedly adding “muah” to every kiss she placed. She pushed kisses into Leia’s face as Leia giggled and leaned back. “Good night, Sweet Girl. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” She gave her one more big kiss, “MMMUUUAAAHHHH!”

Mav sat patiently as Leia approached him. He hugged her gently and kissed her forehead. “Good night, sweetie.”

Leia laid her head on his shoulder and rubbed his back, “Good night, Papa Mav.”

She came back to me and I picked her up. She waved one more time to everyone before I took her up to my room for bed. I laid her down and helped her into the covers. I tucked her in and pushed her hair from her face. I sat next to her on the bed. I looked down at her smiling as I played with her hair.

“Daddy, is it too late to call mommy?”

I looked at my watch, 10 PM. “I think it might be, baby. It’s already 1 for your mom and she has an early day tomorrow. We can call her when you get home from school, okay?”

She nodded. “Oh, daddy! My tooth! I need it so the tooth fairy can find it.”

I went to her jumpsuit that was laying on the tub. I removed her tooth from the pocket. I brought it back to her. She placed it under her pillow.

She put her arms up. I hugged her and kissed her cheek. “Good night, daddy. I love you.”

I squeezed her one more time, “I love you too, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

I got up and walked to the door. She shifted in the bed to get comfortable. I cracked the door and turned off the light.

I made my way back downstairs. Everyone looked at me, “So who wants to be a tooth fairy?” I chucked and smirked. 

Everyone’s eyes darted straight to Fanboy who was still laying on the floor.

Fanboy looked around, “Awww man.” 

“What size tutu do you wear, Fanboy?” I asked slyly with my eyebrows lifted and smirking.

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I THREW A BUNCH OF SURPRISES AND CURVEBALLS IN THERE FOR YA, BESTIE! How do you feel about Bradley asking Mav and Leia to marry you? I AM OVER THE MOON. Also Uncle Fanboy in a tutu? I can’t wait 😏 Let me know how you all feel after this chapter 😉 I’ll see you in the next part, babes! 🫶🏼

My lovely tags are in the comments! 😘

[melis-writes]

Ok hear me out and I know im insane for this.. we need Victoria x Patrick Bateman smut ASAP

Shipping Victoria x Patrick; did you know I’m utterly insane? 🤭 The wildest prompt pairing I’ve ever received in my life is this by far, and I thought Victonny was wild in the beginning. 😅😅 WELL. 💀 I know Miss Victoria was subjected to a Patrick Bateman era a little while ago and a lot of questions about him and her were asked/submitted sjsjsjsjs. 😵‍💫 You requested and I’m here to deliver!! This is my very first time writing for Patrick Bateman…😅 I am considering writing more for him alone but here goes Victoria x Patrick starting off towards smutty themes…🥵

’55 West 81st Street, Upper West Side. American Gardens...’ Repeating the address in your mind as you enter the luxurious, high security apartment building; the exact one specified to you numerous times by your direct supervisor and one of the vice presidents at Pierce & Pierce; Patrick Bateman.

Having only worked in the same building let alone firm with Mr. Bateman for only a week, you can’t help but find it slightly unnerving and odd, yet also courteous to be invited to Mr. Bateman’s private residence so soon.

Still, you’re not one to give up opportunity of any kind, especially ones you can take advantage of.

How many can say they’ve had the same privilege of being able to meet with and discuss their work and performance with someone as influential as Patrick Bateman and so soon?

‘11th floor.’ Stepping into the elevator, you smoothen out your blazer and patiently wait to be taken up to the eleventh floor; your heart already beginning to race from a mix of nervousness and excitement.

You have to take this meeting with Mr. Bateman as you would competition at work; you’re not the only one in line applying to become Patrick’s personal assistant and secretary after all.

You remember briefly seeing another young woman in her mid twenties named Lily during your interview who was also accepted on a preliminary basis as you.

Pierce & Pierce wanted to see which candidate was more qualified since you and the other candidate, Lily, brought similar skillsets and experience to the role promising an excellent benefit’s package and excellent pay.

You were not trained at the same time with Lily nor did you ever see her around Patrick since employment courses and training were provided on a one-on-one basis with Mr. Bateman and away from prying eyes.

This leaves you to now guess that Mr. Bateman must be personally picking between you and Lily as to who he wants to hire permanently as his personal assistant and secretary; a formality and nothing more.

For dinner tonight, you can assume Patrick will either let you know he’s chosen you as a permanent hire, or that he’s chosen Lily over you; whatever answer, you’re completely prepared. You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks now, after all.

Just as you reach the door to Patrick’s suite, you’ve barely reached your hand out to ring his doorbell when you find the front door already opening for you.

Blinking in surprise, you watch as the front door opens to reveal half of Patrick’s suite and his back turned to you, walking away already.

“You’re late,” Patrick states, paying no attention to you as he begins to make his way back towards the living room.

“You wanted to see me at 7:00 PM sharp, sir,” stunned, you take a step inside Patrick’s grandiose, modern suite; unsure whether to focus on him or the striking features and décor of his beautiful home standing out to you.

Hearing your voice instead of Lily’s, Patrick stops in his tracks.

He turns around, facing you with an amused, beaming smile over his face; a completely different tune than how disappointed he sounded just seconds ago.

“So I did. Hello, Miss Ferrari,” Patrick greets you in his cool, soothing tone. “I was expecting a mutual coworker of ours, if you could guess.”

“Lily, was it?” Blushing a little, you begin to slip off your heels and notice Patrick watching your every move with complete interest. “Were you supposed to see her earlier this evening?”

“Actually, that’s none of your business, Miss Ferrari,” Patrick answers, completely nonchalant and still smiling. “But it means well for you.”

“Right,” you murmur, still finding yourself growing adjusted to Patrick’s somewhat erratic behaviour, let alone his distractingly sexy looks every single time your eyes land on him. “Sorry, um,” you clear your throat, clasping your hands in front of you, “there’s no reason now for me to hide how I feel about that.”

“I figured,” Patrick chuckles, gesturing towards his kitchen. “Would you like a drink? I have a number of fine Italian wines that I believe you would enjoy.”

Before you can even answer, Patrick heads into the kitchen with enthusiasm in every step as you politely move into the living room and take a seat upon one of his loveseats.

“Sangiovese wine in specific,” Patrick continues speaking, grabbing out a bottle and admiring the front label. “It’s a fine red wine popular in Italy. One can always find Sangiovese grapes growing in Tuscany, it’s native region, not to mention other various southern and central parts of Italy.”

“That sounds perfect, thank you,” you’re practically mesmerized by Patrick’s tone and how he can make what would be the most mundane, unnecessary explanation by anyone else sound like a fairy tale to you.

“From the moment we met, I came to the observation you enjoy red wine and red wine alone. White wine is not to your liking, is it?” Patrick takes out two wine glasses from his cupboard, setting them down on his kitchen counter in front of your line of vision.

“You’ve observed well,” you nod, smiling back. “I suppose I could have white wine every now and again but I’ve always preferred red.”

“You have excellent taste in wine,” Patrick compliments, pouring a quarter serving of wine in both glasses. “Sangiovese wines such as this one—” Patrick taps the bottle of wine with the back of his fingernails, “are rich in flavor. Even the color derives meaning from it’s name; the blood of Jupiter.” He picks up both glasses of wine, moving towards you. “You may enjoy the prominent cherry flavor upon first taste, but the dried herbs will add to a delectable aftertaste with a hint of plum.” Patrick hands you your glass of wine, pausing for a moment to smile at you again and give a small nod. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

Nodding, you take your glass of wine and blush. “I almost always drink a Sangiovese wine. You read me like a book, Mr. Bateman—”

“Patrick,” he corrects sharply while maintaining an overly friendly attitude. “You’re in my home now, Miss Ferrari. You don’t have to be formal with me.” Patrick raises his glass of wine to his lips. “I however, will call you whatever I wish.”

Taking a sip of your wine, you maintain eye contact with Patrick and find yourself clenching your legs while being unaware of it, but everything from how your expression changes, your body language and reaction times are noted by Patrick immediately and well.

“Patrick,” you repeat back, feeling your face grow hot with blush. “Thank you for this opportunity.”

“It presented itself,” Patrick swallows his wine, setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of him without taking his eyes off of you. “I saw what a patient yet confident and demanding woman you were throughout this week. I couldn’t take this position right from your hands now, could I?”

“I didn’t see it that way,” you reply back, “I always pictured you putting it in my hands.”

Patrick chuckles, shaking his head. “You more than have it now. I’m glad we made such an impression on you at Pierce & Pierce. That other woman, Lily, didn’t seem to think so.”

Your eyes widen a little but you hold your tongue, remembering Patrick practically scolding you a few moments ago for asking about Lily.

Patrick grins devilishly at you, noticing how you grow quiet. “I appreciate the gesture, Victoria,” he says your name for the first time, rising from his seat to sit directly next to you. “You won’t ask further questions.”

“You told me it was none of my business,” your heart begins to pound in your chest as you pick up the scent of Patrick’s heavenly cologne surrounding you. “And so it isn’t.”

“That’s right,” Patrick smirks. “You’ll find we do things differently at Pierce & Pierce; our rules do not shift but they are enforced strict. I have my own set of rules, and I have them for you now too.”

“Such as?” You can hardly focus on drinking your wine this close to Patrick.

“Your work attire,” Patrick places his hand over your thigh, sending a wave of excitement and pleasure rushing through you. “This skirt, for example…” He knits his brows, looking displeased.

“Oh,” you blink, unable to find anything wrong with the black, knee-length pencil skirt you’re wearing and had been wearing to work earlier today. “I’m sorry, what exactly don’t you like about it?”

“It’s not short enough,” Patrick’s eyes meet yours once again. “I want you to wear something shorter next time. Flatter your figure. You’d look good in something tighter and shorter.”

Your eyes don’t leave Patrick’s, but you can feel his hand taking your wine glass away gently and placing it down to reduce risk of you dropping it in surprise from how focused you are on Patrick’s words now.

“I’ve made my observations about you all week, Victoria,” Patrick continues, lowering his tone of voice as his hand begins to slowly glide up your skirt. “Your performance at Pierce & Pierce was more than satisfactory. Your attention to detail…” His hand moves up further to your upper thigh as you find yourself relaxing and spreading your legs further, but at a complete loss of words from throbbing, surprising arousal racking over your body. “Immaculate.”

You’ve no idea when Patrick’s face got so close to yours to breathe his words upon your neck, but you can’t get enough of feeling his firm, large hand caressing your skin.

“How you act around me is not workplace appropriate, so,” Patrick gives your thigh a squeeze, trailing his finger to trace your jawline. “I took the liberty to invite you somewhere private. My home—where you could indulge on all the dirty thoughts you have in my office about me. Isn’t that right?”

“Patrick…” Your eyes widen as you let out a soft whimper, watching his hands move underneath your skirt.

“And where I don’t have to sit and imagine what it’s like to feel your soft, supple skin; to touch and caress your thighs while adoring your body as one would do to a piece of art.” Patrick nuzzles your neck—his eyes fluttering shut as he takes in the scent of your perfume.

With that, you feel Patrick's hand harshly smack your thigh, causing a quiet yet surprised moan to fly out of your mouth as you clutch onto his shoulder and feel his hand tenderly rubbing over the reddening skin where he hit you.

“Where I can have you all to myself.”

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Cmi review:

They’re such a cute couple I can’t😿😿 they love each other so much. You can tell no words can describe how much admiration they have for each other and I’m in awe at how much of their love oozes of the pages, I feel it right in my heart.

“Your soul was already awake, lit up from today’s events; but he dunks it in a brighter shine” I’m sobbing 😭, there’s nothing bigger than their love and want for each other. I can only hope I find a love as true as this in my life

“I know… You don’t care.” His hand leaves the nape of your neck, caressing your face. “But you care about me, yes? You care so much.” I think this is the cutest piece of dialogue in the whole chapter for me😭, he knows but just needs to say it out loud for him to really encapsulate what it means. I know kook fell so hard for her, but it’s in little moments like this I can actually see just fragments of HOW DEEP in love he is with her. It’s the cutest ever

The tie😵‍💫😵‍💫😅😅

“…now if you’re daring me, I’ll have to.” Their banter is to die for, they never cease to amaze me

If I had 3 wishes, I’d use TWO of them to be on the receiving end of cmi!Jk’s head game😊, but maybe just me???

“There’s already a finger to your pussy.” I’m sorry I laughed so hard reading this😭😭😭, like he couldn’t even wait a good 5 secs without needing to touch her, but where’s a jk when u need him🙄

No and I’ll say it again… when she turns around and he’s staring at her ass👀👀👀 idk if I wanna be him or her like you never fail to add something new and unconcerned a secret kink I didn’t know existed???😅

“Somewhere, it stings. That he’s surprised by constant company. By someone not leaving… by someone worth all his affection glueing themselves to him. And yet, you understand.” My babies😣 we all just need a group hug🫂

Her relationship w her mom😭💔 I wish her mom saw her as her own person and not just an extension of her legacy. Oc has such a beautiful personality and her capabilities go so far, but her parents only see her as what she can do for them. To have parents who have shown time and time again they don’t care about you as a person😣… I’m glad she has the friends she does bc that takes such a toll on ppl and some don’t ever find a way out. I’m so happy for her🫶

“You feel bad immediately — even in a playful tone, your heart knows nothing for Jungkook but praise. You guess that’s how kindness affects people.” Stoppppp I’m blushing awwww😭😭😭☺️☺️☺️☺️

Her meeting kooks mom by making a sex joke is so😭😭😭😭😭😂 like ofc when she’s at most ease, kook has to set her up by having his mom over😭😭😭 this was like the funniest thing ever

“With those barely blinking, calm eyes. An ocean of fondness in them, a light, lost smile around his face. As though you’re soothing him, pumping oxygen into his lungs.” HOW DO YOU COME UP WITH THESE LINES😭😭😭😭 I JUST CLUTCHED MY CHEST AND SHOOK MY FIST IN THE AIR!!!! CURSE YOU RID, I FEEL SO LONELY ITS INSANE

Jks dad😭💔 I actually want to avenge him, I want so badly for his dad to sit him down and talk to him and apologize. Having a parent not talk to you/ show you their love and affection is so damaging. You can totally see how each of their relationships w their parents held a weight in their hearts during their breakup and how they both act towards love😞💔. I only want the best for them, but I’m losing hope that either of their parents could ever reverse the trauma they put into their kids. My baby’s I just wanna hug them🫂

The constant kisses, kook is so head over heels it’s insane😂😂😂

“The plastic stars are twinkling — or as much as plastic allows after all. Part of the ceiling is adorned with them; makes your shared space even more of a quiet sanctuary.” EEEEEEEEKKKKK😝😝😝😝😝😝 hes so thoughtful like who would even think about bringing in plastic stars😣🫶 the way they love each other even in the little things, puts so much faith back into love because this can happen!! I’m so glad you’re able to share such cute and romantic aspects of a relationship (even if it’s fiction) because this can happen and people can be loved in such a way

“you’re always there for everyone. I want to be there for you, too, because your worries are just as real. Let me take care of you, too… yes?” I’m literally tearing up🥲 she loves him so much

I’m so excited to see more of ría and just family bsck home. I know they have such cute and embarrassing stories of kook😂

“He comes to a stand, one hand in his joggers; he’s not going to work until a bit later.” Just what I needed in my mind😵‍💫

He’s so stressed over her I can’t even imagine😞

“Hi. It’s me, sweetheart.” My heart💔💔💔

I love eun😞, I can’t wait to see more of her… & tae☺️☺️

This whole scene is so heartbreaking. I’ve seen couples really break up just because of a scare and they already have their own inner troubles, but this really solidified their relationship for me. WRITE THEIR NAMES IN THE MOON YA!!! But it was honestly so tear jerking, her crying relentlessly and him trying his best to comfort her even though he’s equally as scared. I love this couple so much I didn’t even know it was possible to love them more����

Koooooooookkkk😭😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 stawpppppp I’m gonna tear up, I can’t believe we got it so soon😝😝😝 I feel like they even transcended beyond “I love you”, you could feel the love radiating from them since silhouettes really!!! They are love personified and I can’t wait to see what’s in store for them

Hi!! Doing it a bit diff this time😜. Sorry for being MIA after telling you how much I loved CMI, a lot of stuff had happened/happening in my life and I’m not really “okay” about anything yet, I still have a lot to work through, but I think I’ll get there soon? (I hope). Just had to makes sure i sent this in because it’s the least I could do for all that you’ve done sharing this story with the world🫶

And How are you rid? I hope you’re doing well and taking things day by day. I miss you lots and hopefully soon I can check up on you again🫶 I know life is a lot and there’s so much factors into how we feel but just know I’m by your side and always rooting for you, you’re never alone as long as I’m here🩷

And please do whatever your heart really wants. I wouldn’t want you to leave because you’re one of the happiest things on tumblr for me and it’s one of our only ways of communicating, but I support no matter what decision you decide. All your feelings are valid and you deserve to be on here feeling loved. I’m all for you choosing happiness and that’s all I truly want for you riddie.

Please take care of yourself I love you

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STARRR STAR THANK YOUUUU!!!! oh my god, i love your reviews so much!! even if it takes me a bit to get to them, i enjoy reading and rereading them a lot, like you're so incredibly kind and supportive like 😭

i'm so beyond thrilled that you liked cmi11!!! i'm saying it rn, we will one day love and be loved just the same, lighting candles rn rn!!!

the banter will never cease lmao like that's who they are :'D i'm happy you're still enjoying it and there's so much more where that came from!! like, can you believe we're just halfway through? the shenanigans between them shall only increase!! also yes… the tie @.@ you'd use 2 wishes to be on the receiving end of his head game? that makes two of us, star… then again, can fully understand being confused about who you'd rather like to be, bc i also have a crush on both of them </3 always there to help you explore unknown kinks 🤣

her mom is indeed a beast to conquer :( we can just hope that she takes a bit of time to think about her daughter and who she truly is. to reflect on her anger and come to terms with the fact that her girl has grown and is such a wonderful person, even without charmante. oc will definitely be burdened by this neglect for a long time, but what a relief that she has her friends and kook <3

BUT THEN AGAIN HIS MOM AHHH I KNOWWW HAHAHA THE SEX JOKE. she's such a clown and jk knows, too 😭 that was so so evil of him though 😭 "how they both act towards love" hurt me so much :( please do give them the tightest hug. they so deserve it sigh. and don't lose hope 🥺 we shall see how things play out, there's still a lot to go!! :D

you're so right… this can happen 🥺 i've experienced love in the most painful way and have had moments where i gave up on it, too, but honestly… this can exist, so we need to keep hoping that one day, we will be loved in such a way, too 🤍 it can absolutely happen. talking of romance, you shall see more of eun and tae sometime soon for sure 😛

yeah… pregnancy scares are no joke. it needs quite a bit of resilience and patience to withstand that stress and be there for your loved one, no matter what, and oc was definitely fearing that jungkook might not hold on. but he did prove to her that he'd stay, no matter the result 🥺 ugh, god, they were both so broken im gonna cry too fkashfkajjf

and the confession actually did make me cry so much lol i remember writing the first 'i love you' and pausing and starting to sob like crazy kjfhsykjfhsafgjk and yes, there was definitely something going on since silhouettes ahhh :') 'love personified' 🥺 star 🥺

don't worry about taking a bit to get back to me!! i can be so slow, too. i'm just glad you're here and i hope you feel a lot better soon. life is so cruel ugh and you deserve all the happiness and love in the world 🥺 i'm here if you ever need to talk!! thank you for your kindness regardless <3

i've been… okayyy. it's a constant up and down, but it's gotten a bit better, so let's see. i miss you as well <3 thank you for reaching out, for saying all you said and for being so sweet to me. i love you sm 🤍