#oh gosh I love him so much my darling 😭

[noxtivagus]

nearly finished w the event now hehe

[vminizzle]

Midnight frustration

pairing : college boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluff

warnings : making out, marking, really slight dry humping, penetration, unprotected sex, riding, creampie

words count : 0.6k

A/N : hello lovely people, i just wrote a little something while eating my breakfast because I was bored. Don’t expect something WOW, it’s a really simple and fast drabble 😭 anyways, like usual : REMINDER - POOR ENGLISH. Oh and thank you for 1.9k, I love you guys so much😭 - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED 🏹

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Jungkook kept on sighing, throwing his head back in frustration.

“what is it babe?” you asked softly, jumping out the bed walking to the exasperate man.

“I can’t get this done! It’s so annoying!” he huffed pushing his laptop away on the desk.

You hushed him before massaging his shoulders slowly to relax the tensed muscles.

A soft groan escaped from his mouth as you went in front of him to sit on his lap straddling his muscular thighs, his hands instinctively flying on your hips.

You smiled at him, cupping his cheeks softly before enveloping his lips in a sweet kiss.

Jungkook’s grip on your hips tightened as he pulled you closer to him, arms encircling your waist.

Your arms found their place around his neck as you detached your lips from his, only to suck little marks on the sensitive skin of his neck making him groan.

You smiled against his neck as he started making you grind on him.

You nibbled on his earlobe, his body heating up as he started feeling aroused.

“darling.” he moaned softly pushing you down on his growing-erection.

“yes babe?” you looked deep into his eyes.

You could see how much he desired you as he played with the hem of your oversized shirt.

“ride me.”

Your cheeks warmed up, not expecting him to be this “direct”.

“I mean if you want to.” he cleared his throat, ears getting red.

You bent down to kiss him again, sucking on his bottom lip before pushing some strands of his long black hair back from his forehead.

”Of course I want to.”

Jungkook pushed his sweatpants down his knee freeing the confined bulge as you took your panties off, sliding it down your legs before climbing back on his lap.

He rubbed the head of his hard cock up and down your glistening lips making you whine impatiently.

You aligned his cock at your entrance as he grabbed your hips to push you down on him slowly.

You both cursed at the sudden wave of pleasure hitting you. Even if the stretch was tingling you, it felt so good.

Keeping your hands on his shoulders for balance, you started raising up and down on his erection, feeling every inches of it, the little vein on the side stroking on your wall, the feeling making you felt weak to the knees.

“do you feel good Koo?” you whispered between breath as you kept on moving.

His mouth was ajar practically drooling as he opened his eyes to look at you again.

“it feels so good…so good.” he breathed out.

He closed his eyes shut tight when he felt you tighten around him.

“I’m close! fuck! go faster please.” he moaned, fingernails digging into the flesh of your hips as his grip tightened.

Your thighs were on fire as you picked up the pace panting as you started to get tired but you didn’t stop. You’d do anything for him, so you took a deep breath, concentrating on pleasuring him.

Just watching the way his eyebrows were furrowed, his nose scrunched, his grip on your waist getting stronger you knew he was close, really close of his orgasm.

You leaned down to suck on his neck, his heart beating faster as your hand went down under his shirt caressing his abdomen.

“fuck I’m coming! I’m coming.” you pulled away from his throat to look at his pleasured face.

“oh gosh fuck yes!” he threw his head back, neck on full display showing the pretty red flowers you painted on the smooth skin.

The view was enough to make you cum undone.

Jungkook moaned your name loudly as he came inside you, his warm cum pushing you on the edge of your own climax.

“thank you so much my love.”

You smiled at him tiredly.

“everything for my man.” you let a breathy laugh pass by your lips, before leaving a soft peck on his.

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A/N : i know it’s really short, I didn’t have much time to write this week sorry sorry. Have a nice weekend :)

[starleska]

Hello! May I have some headcanons for how Wally Darling acts when he falls in love? And maybe some headcanons about how he flirts with reader because I’m a simp for this man 😭😭

oh my gosh of course you can!!!! this has been rattling around my head ever since you sent in the ask, thank you so much 🥺 there were lots of ways i could've taken this one, but i wanted to give you all a bit of tooth-rotting sweetness 😉

Lovesick!Wally Darling x Reader headcanons

💖 Wally is many things when he's in love, and subtle is not one of them. when around the object of his affections, he turns into even more of a cartoon character than he already is: tripping over his own feet in your presence and gazing dreamily at you from afar. you can almost see the little hearts floating into existence and popping over his head!! however, he isn't going overboard with his affections to make you uncomfortable, no - the man is simply so full of love for you, he doesn't know where to put it. Wally in love becomes more day-dreamy than he already was, prone to trailing off in the middle of a sentence because he caught a glimpse of you from across the way, or actively abandoning an engrossing activity just to spend a little more time around you. should you choose to call Wally out for his behaviour, you'll have the pleasure of seeing a powerful blush colour his fuzzy cheeks 😉

💖 a sure-fire sign that Wally's got a crush is the uptick in his musicality. Wally is already a bit of a self-styled musician: little to no rhythm or tune to speak of, but a tendency to hum away an old song while he's busy with his art or his thoughts. when he's in love, Wally will move from simple humming to karaoke-worthy serenades - belting out traditional love songs in the shower and delivering impromptu concert performers when entertaining his friends. your neighbours are baffled, wondering how Wally could ever think to impress You with a voice like that, because - bless him - for all his other talents, the gift of song was not one given to him. yet Wally isn't trying to win you over with the power of his voice - his ego doesn't extend in that direction. Wally is just so inexorably happy to feel this way towards you, and he has to let the know world about that feeling!! 🥺

💖 Wally's flirtation methods are unorthodox, and they never fail to make you giggle. you may expect a man with perpetual bedroom eyes to be of the suave, alluring persuasion, but Wally's charm lies in his quirkiness. where one person would give you a bouquet of flowers, Wally is going to hand you a bushel of apples, instructing you with a wink to, "...not look at them all at once." instead of slipping his arm casually around your shoulders, Wally will engage you in challenging staring contests, only to wait for your guard to be down and boop you on the nose, giving him the win!! it's only when you and he are alone that Wally dares to be more forward...threading his fingers through yours and stroking your skin with his thumb. indeed, it's the sweet, simple nature of Wally's affection which clues everyone in to how he feels about you...he feels comfortable to be 100% himself, and what he is, is a huge dork 😭💖

aww man i'm all soft now 😭💖 i hope you like this one!! :3c

[wriothesleybear]

AhH thank you so much for gifting us wriothesley content🐺🐺!!!! I really wish to see his drip marketing soon 😭🙏I cannot forget your idea of him being the big bad wolf with the little red Riding Hood fem reader ever since I saw u mention it--- it is it possible if you give us some more details on the idea? Did he want to eat her at first? Does he want to start a pack w her?? I have so many questionss

it makes me happy to know you like my headcanons🥹 same about the drip marketing. hoyoverse please give us something ! any crumbs will do😫 oh gosh i havent thought that much about the wriothesley x red riding hood! reader yet hmm but if i had to give some ideas:

headcanons below ~warning: a bit suggestive~

Pre-relationship headcanons:

the reader is this innocent little thing who is so sweet, kind, is good with animals and kids, and runs a bakery/cafe which is what caught Wriothesley's eye in the first place.

he had been at your shop before for some tea and knew you were the owner and you've seen him a few times in your shop, but you two had never really spoken.

in my headcanons, i see him as a gentleman so he's usually polite to anyone unless he knows you're a bad person/criminal

one day, he saved you from a couple of criminals who were bothering you. thats when you two finally spoke to one another. you were thanking him profusely for saving you. it would probably be too cute to him so he blushes a bit from how cute you are and gives you a slight smile saying its no big deal.

a few days pass and you find out where he works so you visit him to give him some homemade muffins as a thank you. this would cause the man to become more smitten with you.

even though I see him as not really being a sweets person, he'll eat your treats since you're the one who gave it to him. i mean, what kind of gentleman would he be if he let your treats go to waste.

after this, he would visit your shop more often just to see you and of course have some tea.

you guys would enjoy having conversations with one another and this would become a daily thing.

You would learn his order by heart, already having it ready when you knew he would show up soon. he would notice this and it would cause him to fall harder for you.

You guys would start off as friends of course but it would develop into something more as you got to know more about one another and spend more time together.

He would be the one to ask you out first and you say yes ofc. (he thought you looked so cute when you said yes and it made him happy !)

ofc it was an amazing first date ! he'd go a little bit all out. its your first date after all and its for you so he has to make a good impression ;)

Some relationship headcanons:

once this man falls for you, he falls hard (wolves mate for life)

always kisses your hand !!! he doesnt do that much pda except for that, a hand around your waist, a kiss on your head. he prefers more behind closed doors *wink wink*

When people see him showing affection towards you tho, they get shocked cuz those who don't know him think he's a bit of a scary dude based on his appearance and seeing him with an adorable, innocent s/o is surprising to them.

tea dates ofc

he's playful so playful bites/licks occur often and teases you

he loves hearing you laugh and smile. makes his heart race !

SOOO PROTECTIVE!

he has to protect his cute little innocent, kind darling, can you blame him🥺

he'd be like low-key possessive.

what i mean by that is by marking you. ofc with bite marks during your love making sessions but i could also see him gifting you a necklace with a crescent or symbol that symbolizes him.

it shows others that you're his and hands off!

or imagine its a little red hood that has his symbol on it and matches his cape ahhhh! that'd be so cute!

adding on to that, he's not really the jealous type because he knows you're his but when he sees you giving someone else more attention than him, he might get a little needy.

he just wants his little red riding hood to give him all of their attention and love

please play with his hair and give him scratchies

wouldn't be overly clingy but will hang around you a lot when he can like. like he has to be touching you in a way aka hugging you, you sitting on his lap, etc. or just having you near him while he works is enough

he's gotta make sure you are reminded daily that he loves you

he would be a little bit of a worry wart when he's not with you, always wondering if you were okay

HE IS DEVOTED TO YOU! he would do anything for you maybe even break the law for you👀 he is whipped

a family man

he would for sure want to have a family with you !

would probably want a big one (going off on the fact that wolf packs are usually around 6-10 members from what i read)

Sigewinne is already your guys' child. Its important for you two to get along and you do.

When he sees you two getting along, it makes him so happy !

his thoughts often lead to thinking about you two having a family of your own one day (sorta makes him feral🫣)

he would be the one to bring up the topic when the time is right.

if you said yes, he'd be happy and probably take you right there omg🤭

if you're not ready, he would be understanding, but if you're willing, you could always 'practice' until the time comes ;)

overall, 10/10 boyfriend

i hope i didn't ramble too much. maybe i'll make a series out of this. i hope this answers your questions anon. have a wonderful day!🥰❤️

[hotpinkboots]

erik destler with a reader that likes to write really romantic poems for him? she's not good with words but when she writes it's super heart felt so she gives those to him rather than saying it, because she doesn't know how to speak her love for him out loud

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~𝕰𝖗𝖎𝖐 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗 w/a Darling That Writes Him Poems~

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OH MY GOSH 😭 I'VE BEEN WAITING AND WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST WITH OUR BEAUTIFUL OPERA GHOST THANK YOU

~Enjoy~

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𝕰𝖗𝖎𝖐 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗

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~Oh. It is a shame- despite your sweet letters, he wishes to hear those words from your delectable lips.

~But he cherishes every single letter, and pins them all to a special wall in his lair. Reads them all constantly and just stands there for so long reading them, again and again and again.

~Sometimes he even wishes you'd read them out loud to him so he can hear you say the words from your heart.

~But if you're too shy to do it, he understands.

~kind of

~He might ask you during a make-out session or something if you love him.

~Then he asks how much you love him, trying to coax you into telling him like you do in your poems.

~When his temper is rising for whatever reason, he may snap at you and claim that you don't even love him, he's never heard you go on about him in your voice like you do in your written words.

~It's just very hard for him to read your words on paper but never hear them in your own voice.

~When he's getting a bit too emotional and lonely, he'll hold one of the poems you wrote to his lips or chest to feel close to you, and he gets frustrated when his eyes are blurry from tears so he can't read the things you wrote to make him feel better.

~Even though you struggle with telling him out loud, he adores every poem and every letter- especially if you kiss the letter beside your signature and leave a lipstick mark. He'll kiss the mark you left.

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HSIFKRHFJD I LOVE HIM STOP 😭

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[alziel]

i was so glad the second i saw your post abt accepting both Luka and smut 😭 may i request for Luka smut then i love him so much he's such a redflag

“ Affection „

: GN!Reader (Amab)

Summary: Spicy interaction with our beloved Luka

Warnings: Service Top!Reader,Power bottom!Luka,Riding(reader receiving),Creampie,Handjob,Nipple play

A/n: YAYAYAYY, my first request!!! I'm sorry if this seems sloppy!TT. Also I cannot imagine this guy whipping out a dick and fucking someone..

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Ah..How did you even get here? How did a simple cuddle session turn into a heated moment? Currently Luka was sitting on your lap stroking your dick. He would sometimes speed up the pace then slow it down to tease you.

“Oh my, darling, tears are starting to roll down your face.” Luka teased while speeding up the pace once again, making you arch your back by the sudden sensation. You didn't notice that tears started to fall down your face, to caught up with the waves of pleasure. “You look quite adorable~”

Of course he would. This is Luka we're talking about. You whimpered once you felt him slow down. “L-luka please..” you managed to speak.

“Please what, dear? You have to speak fully if you want to get what you want.” He teased, this guy is going to be the death of me..

“Y-you already know what I w-want..!” I spat out, he suddenly gripped my dick making me choke out a moan. Shit that felt too good.

“I don't tolerate brats who doesn't know their manners.” He warned, how ironic for you to say that when you keep teasing me through my arousal. I quickly grab his waist and place my forehead with his.

“Please L-luka, let me cum? I've been s-so good to you h-haven't I?..” I blabbered, making sure to look desperate. “Please please please please please..” I thought endlessly while waiting for his response.

“Well since you asked me so nicely, I can't just deny you so cruelly..” I cheered silently, I yelped when he suddenly pushed me down until my head hit the pillows.

“O-ow Luka what the--HNNGK!” I bit my lip once I felt something warm surrounding my dick, the feeling of his warm walls almost, ALMOST, sent me through my orgasm. “O-oh fuck..”

“A-ah~..” He moaned, I finally opened my eyes to look at him. His eyes were closed shut,blush covering his cheeks and ears,messy hair sticking to his forehead,hands gripping my shoulder for stability. He looked so pretty and beautiful, he always look like he had been sculptured by angels.

I snapped out of my trance once he started to bounce. Gosh it felt like heaven, did he fuck someone before? No way this is his first time. The sounds he's making sounded so enchanting too--literally everything about this man yells majestic.

“A-ah that's it--you just take it mngh..like a good pet.” He stated breathless, moaning and whimpering between the sentence. I just nodded mindless, too focused on the drowning feeling. But one thing that caught my eye were his nipples, it was all perked up and pink. As if it was screaming for me to suck on them..and so I did. “W-what are you do--oh~!”

I started to suck on one of the buds, swirling my tongue on it and lightly nibbling on it. He seemed to enjoy by how his bouncing got sloppier but his moans grew louder. I brought up my other hand to start teasing his other nipple, lightly twisting and squeezing the pink bud. He brought his hand to rub my scalp, encouraging me to continue.

“F-hah-uck! Keep going doll..m'so close..” I followed his orders and continued to bring stimulation to his nipples, going a lot rougher than before. His moans got louder and started bouncing a lot faster, I could feel it coming again..

“Luka pleaseee..please let me cum--fuck don't stop,don't stop,dont--AH~!" I came inside of him, burrying my face onto his chest, gripping his hips tightly to the point it looks like it'll bruise. White slimy residue painted his insides while the rest started to escape outside of his hole. Soon he came after, splattering onto my chest and his stomach.

We panted while we ride our high out, his hand never left my scalp. Soon he started to chuckle, I slowly looked up to him with a confused expression. “What's so funny?..”

“That was fun.” he admitted while looking his lips, he pinned me to the bed once more. “Let's do it again~”

I gave him a wide eyed shock expression "H-hold on! We just finished a moment ago, shouldn't we take a b--Luka, Luka baby..Luka-!”

Ah this is going to be a long night indeed..

[swiftieblyth]

I have an idea! Tom and y/n going to The Eras Tour!!!

They get invited and that makes her so excited that she puts Tom to help her make friendship bracelets so they could interact with some fans. Also she is so excited th get them matching outfits.

During the concert they get to exchange friendship bracelets, dance during Lover, y/n gets emotional during fearless and speak now bc she remembered her young years and when the Midnights set comes she says to Tom “I would let you enjoy this one” while Taylor starts with Vigilante Shit.

Then at the end Tom says to Y/N something like “you should learn the reputation dances or at least the vigilante shit one… you know, for me” !!!!!!

TOO MUCH TEXT IM SORRY

Era’s tour

a/n- sorry it took me so long I’m dealing with a lot of crappy things right now 😭😭😭

warnings- long, slut

“Tommy!” You screeched, smile on your face as you looked at your text from Taylor.

“What?” Tom asked, running in, fear in his face.

“Taylor invited us to come to her tour!” You squealed, huge smile on your face.

“That’s amazing love!” He smiled, coming up to you, wrapping you in his arms.

“I’m so excited!” You smiled, turning around, looking up at his face. “Oh my gosh!!! We have to get matching outfits!!! What era should we go as? I mean probably lover, right?”

“What ever you want darling,” Tom smiled, kissing your head.

“Wait, what about Lady? Do you think Rachel and Josh will watch her? I mean, I want to take her, but I don’t want to leave her alone in a hotel for six hours.”

“I think they’ll be more than happy to watch her.”

“Oh my gosh! Tommy, you have to help me make friendship bracelets to exchange! Please!”

“Oh course,” he smiled, looking down at you, chuckling a little.

“What?” You asked, smiling up at him, hands on his chest.

“You’re adorable.” Your face turned bright red from embarrassment as you hid it in his chest. “It’s not a bad thing, love. I love that about you.”

“Really?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Really. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. So much!”

💜💜💜

“I’m so excited!” You smiled, as you walked to the box, hand in hand with Tom.

As you walked fans walked up to you two and took pictures with you, and traded bracelets with you. You were already having a blast and loved that Tom was here with you.

“Y/N,” you heard a familiar voice call.

“Travis!” You gasped, a big smile on your face as you let go of Tom’s hand to hug Travis.

“Hey baby girl,” he smiled, kissing your head. “How’s my favorite celebrity daughter doing?”

“Good! How are you?”

“I’m good.”

“Hey, Scott.” You smiled, hugging Taylor’s dad, Scott Swift.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled, hugging you.

You let go and grabbed Tom’s hand again. “Travis, Scott, this is my boyfriend Tom. Tom this is Travis and Scott.” You let out.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” He smiled, shaking Travis’s hand, then Scott’s. “Both of you.”

💜💜💜

The intro started and you started screaming and jumping as you waited for Taylor to come out. Tom held your hand and watched with love at how excited you were.

You scream sang the lyrics to the opening songs then screamed as she did her opening speech. She started playing Lover and you looked up at Tom, a smile on your face and love in your eyes. Same as him.

“Dance with me, love?” He asked, putting out his hand as Taylor started singing.

“I would love to,” you smiled, grabbing his hand and waltzing around to lover.

You danced around the box singing with Tom as Taylor sang.

“Ladies and gentleman will you please stand,” you sang, looking up at Tom. “With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.”

Tom kissed your head and let go of your hands fast enough to take off one of his rings, grabbing your hand again to slide it on your finger. “I’m going to marry you one day love.” He smiled, kissing you.

“I love you so much,” you breathed after your pulled away.

💜💜💜

Tears came to your eyes as the Fearless era started because it reminded you of when you were in highschool and all your dumb teenage loves and how you listened to these songs. You remembered how you felt yelling these songs while driving in your car on the way to school.

Tom saw a tear fall and wrapped his arm around you. “I love you baby.” He whispered, kissing your head.

💜💜💜

When Taylor came out in her Speak Now dress and started singing Enchanted you and Tom danced around together singing it to each other.

💜💜💜

The night was flying by and Taylor had just finished her surprise songs, but didn’t get up from her piano yet.

“Um,” Taylor started, looking around. “If it’s okay with you, we’re gonna do something different tonight. So usually I only play two surprise songs. But there’s a couple in the crowd tonight that I now dedicate a song to. It’s a newer song, but I wrote it years ago. And about a year or so ago this happened to someone that’s like a daughter to me.” You gasped as you grabbed Tom’s hand, tears forming in your eyes as you know where she is going with this. “And I remember her calling me crying from her hotel room in, I think it was like Germany. She told me what happened and I just felt terrible. I told her that I went through the same thing and I played her this song. Ladies and gentlemen Y/N Y/L/N is in the house!”

The crowed started cheering as Taylor started playing the piano again.

“But if I’m all dressed up they might as well be looking at us. And if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once. If I’m gonna be drunk, I might as well be drunk in love.

Send that code, he’s waiting there the sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air. Everyone wants him that was my crime. The wrong place at the right time. And I brake down, then he’s pulling me in. In a world of boys he’s a gentleman.”

You looked up at Tom tears streaming down your face as you wrapped your arms around his s tight as you could.

“I love you so much!” You let out. “Thank you so much for not letting me go.”

“I would never my love. I love you more than anyone,”

he explained, holding you tight and kissed the crown of your head.

💜💜💜

As Taylor started singing Vigilante Shit you looked at Tom and smirked. “I’ll let you enjoy this one.”

“You know,” he smirked back, pulling you closer to him, tickling your rib. You should learn this dance. You know, for me.”

[mxstly-melancholy]

Oh my goshhhshs i love your work!!! And gosh this had been on my mind for so long. I was wondering if you could please do one where the movie William Afton catches his employee touching herself after he hears his name in the bathroom and then calls her to his office and forces her to show just how she touched herself and then proceeding to fuck her against his own office door. 😭😭😭😭Please this is so bad but I trust your work🥹🫶🫂

thank you dear! this is such a wonderful idea~ hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting me!

William Afton x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Pet names, semi-public masturbation, Degrading but also praise, slight Dom/sub, not proofread at all lmao… lmk if I missed anything!!

William was grabbing his stuff at the end of the day to leave work. His keys in hand and a bag in the other, he walks around the pizzeria to make sure everything is cleaned up and that everyone went home.

Just as he walked by the bathroom, he heard something and stepped back, putting his ear to the door.

“F-fuck- Mr.Afton..”

His eyes widen with excitement and curiosity, and he gets a brilliant idea.

He knocks on the door and the noise stops.

“Y-yes?”

“Y/n? What are you still doing here?”

He heard shuffling.

“J-just using the bathroom I’ll be out in a moment!!”

He giggles to himself, “come to my office.”

Her stomach dropped in panic, but she gathered herself and embarrassingly walked to his office where the door was open. William was leaning against his desk with a smile.

“Sorry Mr.Afton, I had a long walk ahead of me so I-“

“Sh.” He interrupts, walking past her to shut and lock the door.

“No lies. Show me what you were doing to yourself.”

Her face got bright red.

“I-I’m sorry?” Her legs press together.

“Get on that chair,” he points, “spread those slutty legs and show me how you were touching yourself.”

Her breath hitched, but she did was she told. She pulled her pants down and took them off, sitting in the chair.

“Come on, don’t be shy. This is what you want,hm? oh! Mr.afton! “ he mocks.

She whines and looks away, spreading her legs slowly to reveal her soaking heat. She began to rub circles on her clit.

“Ah, like that hm?” William gets on his knees In front of her, watching her every move.

“Keep goin’..”

she tries to hide her face with her free hand, embarrassed as all hell. She lets out soft, muffled moans that she can’t control.

William bring his hand up and licks two of his fingers, then, gently presses them to her core and pushes them in.

This rips a loud moan out of her, causing her to jolt. She pushes onto his fingers more and rubs herself harder.

“Y-yes! Fuck- feels so good!” She smiles.

William laughs, and pushes them deeper before he gives a ‘come here’ motion with his fingers inside her.

Her eyes roll back and she shakes with pleasure, her hand that was covering her face shoots out to grab hold of his shoulder.

“That’s good, hm? Better than doin’ it yourself, love?”

She nods quickly, “yes! Yes! I’m so close-!”

He shakes his head, “No,no, you aren’t allowed to cum yet darling. Only when I tell you to.”

She whines and moans loudly, trying to fuck his fingers faster. “Please- oh-god! I’ll do anything! Please let me cum Mr.Afton!!”

He smiled evilly, pushing his thumb onto her clit as he finger fucks her faster.

She basically screams, trying to hold back her orgasm as much as possible.

“P-lease-please I can’t-“ she begs.

“Cum.” He demands, and she delivers.

Her wetness drips and pools in his hand and all over the chair, as she shakes and moans loudly. He pulls his fingers out of her and stands up, revealing the tent in his pants.

“Can you stand?” He asks.

She takes a few deep breaths, “yea- I think so..”

“Well, then I didn’t do a good enough job. Get up.” He grabs her arm roughly and brings her to the door of his office, pushing her against it.

From behind her, she could hear the sound of a belt buckle coming undone. She sticks her ass out farther for him.

“Good girl.” He praises just before pushing his cock inside her. She whines in pain at his size, but adjusts quickly.

“So tight and warm for me..” he whispers in her ear.

He grabs her hips and starts pumping in and out of her at a fast pace. Her cum from previously coats him perfectly, adding just the right amount of slick.

She tries her best to stay standing, but her legs already feel like jello.

“Mr- mr.Afton, you feel so good!” She moans.

“You can call me William, love..” he breathes out, pushing as deep as he can inside her before going faster.

His breaths and moans are right in her ear and it only makes it so much better. One of his hands comes up and holds hers against the door.

“William- h-harder!”

He smirks, grabbing her hips and slamming into her, causing the closed door to make a cracking noise.

She basically screams, trying to best to hold onto something, anything.

“Yess!”

“Fuck- I can’t take it-“ he grunts. “Feel so fuckin good wrapped around my cock.”

She cums again, wetness dripping on the ground beneath them.

“Gonna fill you up, make you mine.” He growls, “you want that, love?”

Overstimulated, she just nods and moans out as he continues to abuse her hole.

“That’s my good little slut..”

William pumps in her a few more times before Cumming, filling her to the brim with his seed. His moans are deep and guttural, holding onto her with such strength it will leave bruises for weeks.

His forehead falls to her shoulder as they both stand there, breathlessly.

“So… do I get a raise?”

[pupgawa]

Hello😁✋, I saw your work and I wanted to see if I can request fyodor, Nikolai, and my bbg sigma fluff

Can it be a fem reader and Hispanic (Nicaraguan if possible) and she likes to say random phrases in Spanish like: quieres casarte conmigo , mi amor ( would u want to marry me, my love) just random times of the day. So out of nowhere he learns Spanish and starts responding😭🙏

Sorry its really specific😭✋

Leaning their darling's mother tongue

୨♡︎୧ a/n: hello lovely ! Thank you so much for requesting and I love this scenario so much I find it both hilarious and adorable!

That being said that I am not Hispanic myself so I have no clue how to speak the language , I am just using Google translate which may not be 100 percent accurate, so please forgive any mistakes I may have made (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) but I hope you enjoy anyways !

୨♡︎୧ pairings: Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader, Nikolai Gogol x reader , Sigma x reader

୨♡︎୧ Genre: fluff ! No content warnings at all lovelies <3

Fyodor Dostoevsky 🩸

so being as smart as he is, I whole heartly believe that Fyodor knows multiple languages, anything stemming from English to Russian and everything in between, but you know he was smart, but you never knew that he actually knew what you were saying, he loves to tease so he acts clueless to your sudden language switch, seeing your surprised face is all worth it ♡

you and Fyodor decided to spend the day at home, finding that it was a good day and neither of you wanted to ruin it with blood and gore, you decided to relax at home, it had been a while since you two had.

Fyodor was reading a book and you sat there and admired him, Fyodor was the literal definition of a pretty boy, soft facial features and an even softer voice, it made it hard to believe that this man was a terrorist.

“ Eres tan bonito , mi amor ” ( you're so beautiful , my love ). You didn't even notice your language switch until Fyodor looks away from his back with a head tilt.

“ what did you just say ? ” he asks with a gentle hum. You let a sly smile take over your expression as you wave your hand dismissively. “ oh nothing, dear, it wasn't anything bad, don't worry about it ”, you reassure, Fyodor eyes you skeptically and returns to his book.

gosh he was so pretty you felt like you were falling in love all over again. You open your mouth to speak, intending to use English, but something else came out.

“ ¿Quieres casarte conmigo mi amor? ” “ por supuesto ” ( of course )

you blink, once, twice, three times, your face goes hot in embarrassment.

“ fyodor … you ?- ” he cuts you off with a laugh. “ of course I do ”

you were absolutely embarrassed, all this time you were speaking in your native tongue thinking that nobody could understand you, yet here your boyfriend was, knowing everything you were saying.

“ Eres linda cuando estas sorprendida ” ( you’re pretty when you’re surprised ) “ shut up … ! ”

Nikolai Gogol

similar to Fyodor I think Nikolai knows a bunch of different languages, but unlike Fyodor he isn’t completely fluid in them. So when he heard you talk in your native language he did some research on how to speak it. He’s not completely fluid in Spanish, but he understands a good amount of it ! He especially likes to flirt or tease you in your own language.

| You two were out on a date, out at a fair. You were enjoying yourself, but when you found yourself unable to beat a game for a plushie you had wanted, Nikolai stepped in and won that game for you !

| He hands you a giant white bear stuffed animal that held a plush heart in it’s paws, “ for you, darl’ ~ ” he coos lovingly.

| “ gracias amor ” ( thank you, love ) you were so happy that you didn’t even notice how you went from English to Spanish.

| “ De nada, querida ~ ” ( you’re welcome, dear ) he links your arms together and gives you a peck on the crown of your head.

| you let out an appreciative hum and you continue on with your date.

| the night was quite for most part, asides from the casual conversation of some people, but neither your or Nikolai paid them any mind.

| you two were sharing a plate of food since you had been getting hungry. Starting up small talk and casual conversations.

| “ thank you, for this ” Nikolai blinks and shakes his head with a small laugh. “ no need to thank me, darl’ ”

| there’s a silence between you two, before you break it “ Quieres casarte conmigo mi amor? ” you suddenly, not even noticing you said it until Nikolai responded “ por qué por supuesto ! ”

| you let out a snort of laughter at his enthusiasm. “ I’m glad you agree ” you peck his lips, Nikolai returning the kiss.

| “ Entonces, ¿cuándo planeamos la luna de miel? ” ( so when do we plan the honeymoon ? ) he asks. “ Nikolai ! ” your face flushes softly.

Sigma

Unlike the other two, He didn’t know much until you came along, hearing you talk in Spanish made him motivated to learn. So he picked up any resources he could. He wanted to surprise you, well no he wanted to impress you, actually.

| you had just come off of work, annoyed and stressed out, having to deal with annoying customers and a asshole of a boss.

| the house was clean and dinner was already made, thanks to your boyfriend, sigma who had spent all day making sure you had come home to a meal and a clean house so you could properly relax.

| “ dear ? ” he starts “ what . What ! What do you want !? ” you snap, whipping your head back to see Sigma’s surprised expression.

| your gaze softens a little “ mi amor … I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to yell at you like that- ”

| “ rough day at work ? ” Sigma asks, you nod your head with a soft sigh. “ still it doesn’t give me a right to yell at you like that, I’m sorry ”

| Sigma dismisses your apology “ it’s alright, let’s get something in your stomach and then you can tell me all about your day ” you don’t argue with him.

| After dinner you sat at the edge of the bed, Sigma sat besides you, massaging your shoulders. He was surprisingly good at it too.

| you let out a sigh, relaxing underneath his touch “ you’re too good to me, my love ” Sigma lets out a laugh. “ nonsense, dear, you deserve this after the day you’ve had ” he responds.

| he cooked dinner, he cleaned and made sure the house was clean, all to make sure you could relax properly.

| and now he was listening to you vent while he gave you massage.

| he would make the picture perfect husband, you thought and you unconsciously voiced it too

| “ Quieres casarte conmigo mi amor? ” you asked, not realizing what you had just said yet. Sigma takes all the months of learning he had and puts two and two together, it takes a moment for it register but once he realizes, his face goes red.

| “ si me dejas ” ( if you let me ) he responds, his pronunciation could use a bit of work but you were able to put together what he said.

| “ sigma when … ” “ are you impressed ? I’ve been learning for months ” you smile fondly at him and nod

| “ buen trabajo, mi amor ” ( Good job, my love ) you respond with a laugh. Sigma looks away to hide the smile on his face.

[chococoveredsmores]

is it okay to req for a filo reader? i saw merienda and immediately thought "kababayan" im sorry tho if i got it wrong—😭

MILES with a filipino reader

a/n: okay i'm so sorry this is really short because life is very hectic right now </3 i hope u enjoy tho

tags:

you would swear in filo a lot to the point where miles'd learn how to swear himself... he'd know more profanities than anything else LMAO

you'd love making miles try our filo foods like sisig! sinigang! adobo! or maybe even snacks like clover, piatos, or street food like isaw, fish balls, all your childhood food!

you call miles' parents tito and tita. they breathed a sigh of relief when you first met them and you didn't call them by their first names

your parents LOVE miles! they're happy their child is dating someone with good grades (ha ha..)

your moms would always make chika together also HAHAHA

miles would try to learn a little filipino to impress you. it may have a little bit of an accent but it's okay because it's the thought that counts!!

You're lying down on Miles' bed, illuminated phone in one hand and the other intertwined with your boyfriend's. You can kind of tell he's trying to tell you something, the way his eyes constantly shift to your gaze and back to his phone.

"What's up? You seem bothered." You yourself started to get quite bothered with the continuous glances.

Miles' attention immediately shifts to you. "Oh, yeah. I wanted to show you something."

Your interest peaks when he opens his phone and clears up his throat. "Ahem. Magandang... hapon.. po." (good afternoon, formally)

At once, your eyes light up and you break into the biggest smile he's ever seen— he is a little stunned at your oh-so-positive response.

"My gosh, where'd you learn that? That's amazing!"

"Um, I know a few more phrases, actually. I got this, uh, language app."

You beckon him to recite, ecstatic at his knowledge for your own language.

"Okay, um... ikaw ay maganda! (you are pretty, in a slightly stiff way) And uhh, asan po yung banyo?" (where is the bathroom?)

You let out a hearty laugh at the latter sentence, your heart fluttering at his endearing self.

"Hay, bat ang pogi mo talaga?" (why are you so handsome) You pull him into a hug, showering him with kisses. His ears turn a little red, but he plays it cool (or so he thinks) with a slightly awkward peck returned on the cheek.

Your heart swelled at the idea that Miles had put in so much effort towards appreciating your language and culture.

"Mahal ko kita, aking sinta." (love you, my darling)

a/n 2: listen since miles is using a language app to learn he also probably knows common phrases tourists might use to get around so... thats why i kinda put that

[pix3lplays]

So I've been in love with your writing for a bit now and am revealing myself as the anon who requested the therapist and short reader s/o. Thank you so much for those, btw!

I was wondering about a request about our darling HSR men with an s/o who excels in domestic tasks (cooking, baking, sewing) but especially sewing. Ngl had a daydream about patching up part of Sampo's coat that got torn and it being adorable. So probably Sampo, Gepard, and Welt.

Hey there! So great to officially meet you! Thank YOU for the wonderful requests, they were an absolute joy to write! And I’m so glad you enjoy my writing, that means so much to me💕 And I will gladly take this request! That daydream is So Cute, I wish I was good at sewing so I could patch up Sampo’s coat😭 (and Darling HSR men is so so accurate oh my gosh)

-Honkai Star Rail men with a reader who’s good at domestic tasks, but especially sewing-

Sampo Koski: Gets himself in a Lot of situations where he gets hurt and his clothes get torn. He insists he can patch himself up, that he’ll be completely fine, but he never knows what to do about the rips in his nice outfits. Enter you. Maybe he’s just using you, but he always heaps on many praises when you effortlessly stitch his coat back together, or mend his favorite shirt back into its original glory. He always comes to you when he needs something repaired. Partly because you do it for free due to your dating. Partly because you’re one of the only people who doesn’t chase him out when he shows up. Partly because he just likes being with you. You always scold him for being so reckless, but you’re always willing to mend what he brings you, so your little system never really changes.

Gepard Landau: Didn’t realize he needed a s/o that could sew before, until one day you called his name before he ran out the door for his daily patrol. “Your cape!” you said, pulling at the blue fabric before he could leave. “It’s all torn up…let me fix it for you.” (Not me having to recheck to make sure he had a cape lolol) “I can assure you that won’t be necessary…” he says, embarrassed but not wanting to make it your problem. “Thank you though…” “Gepard, seriously, let me fix it…” you argued with him for a few moments before he reluctantly clipped off his cape and handed it to you, leaving for the day. When he came back home it was good as new, and you looked so deservingly proud of yourself for all your hard work. He knew you were good at stuff like cooking and baking…but when it came to sewing…wow you were amazing! He’s very impressed, and he thanks you for repairing his cape for him. He tends to tear his cape a lot given his line of work, but now he knows he can always come to you for repairs.

Welt Yang: Probably didn’t even realize it about himself, but he loves having a domestic s/o with him aboard the express. He’s especially impressed with your sewing abilities though. He thinks you could really make a career out of it if you wanted to. He’s no clothes designer, but he is a bit of an artist. Sometimes he’ll sketch outfits for you to make and then you bring them to life. It’s a great little system the two of you have in place, and it makes you happy, so he’s happy to continue try and come up with outfits for you to make. Eventually they get more and more elaborate, and you keep proving you can do it. He’s so amazed by you. He encourages you to keep working on your sewing, as much as he admires how good you are at other tasks like cooking and baking.

[fatuismooches]

SMOOCHES!! Hello hello again my cherub!! ૮꒰ ˶´ ꒳ `˶꒱ა

Fair warning: suggestive content!! I mean this in the fluffiest non horniest way possible but I think after some time that fragile!reader wakes up, they’ll feel down and like a burden. And I’m sure that there are always many days where they feel undesired or that they’re not as good looking as they were before in the Akademiya. Making them wonder if Dottore would even want them in such an intimate act. But I like to think that Zandik shoots down their ideas and decides to show them just how much they mean to them. I can only imagine that the first time that they do have intimacy after so many years have passed that it would be so so gentle and soft :(( maybe a few tears here and there from the fact that Zandik still loves them despite the changes their body has gone through and how it continues to deteriorate. And Dottore probably praises them in the way that he can, the Dottore way LOL. They probably couldn’t let Zandik go after that and they probably had him stay in bed with him. (Despite Dottore’s constant protests of wanting to check their vitals and make sure such an act didn’t affect them negatively. But it’s all sort of an excuse as he actually does want to stay 😭!!!) but yeah I like to think their first time was probably so tender and sweet especially with how frail fragile!reader is. And Dottore probably makes them always look at him so they can see just how perfect they are and that there’s no reason to hide from. He’s your husband :( why would you want to hide yourself from the only person you have now in this world. When he shows his love and care for you, he absolutely means it. (Also they 100% got bitten AT LEAST once during it.)

But you can completely ignore this if you’re not comfortable with adding on/writing about it completely understand smooches <33 but I hope you have an absolutely wonderful day and week!! December is almost here!! >_<

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

IM SOBBING GOOD NIGHT (Warning: Under the cut for suggestive content, nothing explicit is mentioned though. Also reader has some insecurities about their body/looks.)

OH MY GOSH I REALLY CAN'T I JUST LOVE THIS TREMENDOUSLY 😭😭💗 i know the majority of people write him as being pretty rough and mean during this (which is totally understandable lmao) but!! i just want to think about him being soft!! Especially with his darling fragile lover!! :(

Though you were always a bit self-conscious, it only amplified after you came down with your illness, and especially after you woke up. It was just... genuinely hard to look at yourself sometimes and you couldn't help but compare yourself to other people. There were so much other pretty people in the Fatui, noble too, and Dottore could surely have any of them if he tried. Especially since he was exceptionally handsome himself. But instead, he was stuck with you, the one who was still so plain and ordinary, not attractive in the slightest. At least that's what you thought. So you shied away from your lover as much as possible. You couldn't bear to see the look on his face once he finally saw you for who you were. No one special.

Though Dottore is an extremely observant man so your thoughts won't go unnoticed for long. And he just doesn't understand. Why would you see yourself in that way? He thinks you're beautiful. And that's not just him speaking, no, he can prove it scientifically too (which manages a small chuckle out of you, but he's dead serious.) Even still, you two don't engage in intimacy until a long time later, but when you do it's very... well, uncharacteristically romantic. He's very prepared, considering how he must make sure he doesn't hurt or overwhelm your already frail body with it. Has to stop every now and then because you cry from all the emotions that you're feeling. Because sometimes you still can't believe that someone like him could love someone as insignificant as you.

You're definitely pretty weak after that, but you still muster all your strength to cling to him. And although you're not strong enough to hold him down your eyes beg and plead for him to stay with you. He's so warm too. And his arms are so comfortable and run over the sore parts of your body so nicely. So you beg him to just stay for a bit... just a bit more... well, he doesn't have to wait long because you're out like a light rather quickly. At least now you can't hide your beauty from him. He can gaze at you all he wants, and gaze he will.

I love this so so much 🎐 anon! He's just so *screams* i hope you're doing well my lovely 🎐 anon!! And yes December is almost here hehe (and my hands are constantly being frozen every day now 😨)

[ahgasegotarmy116]

the 'do it for him' mini series was insanely good, it's illegal. i wish that we could have more of it. 😔

what would oc do if jungkook decides that he wants her as his wife and not his son's wife anymore, what would she do? like, would she play house with him when her husband is on a work trip because his dad keeps on sending him?

Oh my gosh thank you so much 😭 I'm so so happy you liked it! Hopefully this will help answer your questions <3

Do it for... Mini Masterlist < read for context :)

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"You told me as soon as we found out I was pregnant with my son yo-" "Our son" he taunts and I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down a bit before continuing, not wanting to raise my voice too much as the children are in the other room. "Our son, that you would leave me alone" I say and he raises a brow at me, wanting me to continue my argument. "Yet you keep coming back to me. Why can't you just leave me alone?" I say, walking over to sit down at my husband's desk. The same place where Jungkook had propositioned me several years ago. 

"Darling it's your fault, you've ruined sex for me with other women. Nothing about them compares to you" he says caressing my face leaving me flinching a bit but he holds onto my chin to keep me in place. "What about me is so special to you?" I say looking up at him with a heated gaze, full of disgust for everything about him.

"Your body and how it calls out to me even though your mind wants you to think differently. How you keep on letting me have you when my son is out of town even when you try to tell me no. How you cry every time from the guilt that is consuming you from the inside out yet you lay there and take it. That is what makes you special love" he says looking down at me with an expression that is somehow readable but not at the same time.

"You're disgusting" I say and stand up to leave but he places a hand on my shoulder and my body moves to sit back down without any resistance. "You call me disgusting yet with just a touch you're already giving into me" says with a cocky smile.

"You're just as disgraceful if not more for letting me do this to you" he says while cradling my face again and running his thumb along my bottom lip, somehow with that simple motion and his heated gaze he's put me in a trance.

He tugs on my bottom lip softly making me open my mouth as he slowly inserts his thumbs and pressed it on my tongue leaving me on impulse suckling on it and watching as his eye darken, full of pure lust.

I'm broken out of the headspace that he is always able to get me in so easily when I hear my son crying. I bite on his thumb a bit leaving him pulling it out of my mouth, giving me a chance to leave. "The nanny will tend to him" he says not even bothering to turn and watch me as I go.

"I don't care, I want to go take care of my son " I say and he turns around after that with his phone facing me, showing me my husband's contact information. "Just one call love and your entire world crumbles. Now run off and go take care of our son, we can continue this conversation later" he finishes and turns his back to me. 

I'm doing this so I can save my husband from the heartbreak of knowing that our marriage and the family that we've built together is all a lie. So if that means entertaining his father to keep this a secret then I'll do it. I could never bare seeing the pain I've caused him come to life as I already have two living reminders with me everyday. 

I've backed myself into a corner, and there really is no one else to blame but myself. Jungkook might've pressured me into this but the choice was ultimately mine, and I chose wrong.  

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[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 15

chapter 26: (check tags for triggers)

1. james’ stab wound will heal, but of course he’s gonna have to use a cane for the rest of his life. my poor darling. but also! CHARACTERS WITH DISABILITIES THAT WONT BE ERASED!!! HELL YEAH!

2. this nurse is pissing me off. sirius is asking if james and reg are gonna be okay, and all she can talk about it appearances and scars. not if they’ll be okay

3. sirius and reg are reunited. thank god. this is what the world needs

4. “"I love you. You're my brother; of course I love you. Always have, always will, and nothing—absolutely nothing in this world could ever change that, do you hear me? You're enough for me, and I love you. Never, never fucking doubt that."” AHHHHHHHHHHHHH reg needed to hear that so bad, and james needed to say it so bad

5. 😧😟 reg is vomitting blood. yikes. wow. that’s yikes. it’s not even HIS BLOOD that he’s vomiting. and i wanna know who’s blood filled that river. i want to know who was killed to make blood for that river

6. “”It's fine. I didn't even like this shirt.” (Sirius really liked this shirt.)” 😭😭

7. 😊 siblings! sirius wipes reg’s face, and reg threatens to vomit on him again

8. reg questioning if he actually made it out. that breaks both mine and sirius’ heart. “"I—I thought it made sense, because why would I have scars if I was dead?””

9. reg breaking down and sobbing to his brother. wow. i- wow

10. gosh, remus and sirius are already like a married couple. i love them

11. regulus would just wake up and ask for james. that hurts. in no way was my experience any where near as bad, but i know it must suck to wake up, calling for someone, and them not to be there. when i woke up from wisdom tooth surgery, i called out for my mom many times, and the nurses jsut told me to be quiet, and i can’t see her. i was so distressed that i cried. my pain is not anywhere like james or reg’s but i know that it sucks.

12. sobbing. reg needs to shower, but doesn’t want to get in the water. he’s scared of the water. like wow

13. god, james wakes up and starts fighting people. he never should have had to go through that.

14. james is begging to see regulus, and regulus begged to NOT see james. idk how zar could have hurt me any more, but here we are

15. james and sirius have matching scars! that’s horrific! but! they’re matching!

16. sirius’ words before james went into the arena. we get to know them. and it’s both healing to know the memory, but also hurts like a motherfucking truck

17. sirius asking for remus to kiss him! consent!

18. shit. remus realized he loved sirius. like. loved him. wolfstar better be granted happiness in this universe

19. authors end note: “you think regulus is unhinged? sirius is so, so much worse 😳”

chapter 27:

1. god, regulus needs to take a shower. he must STINK. but also, i do not blame him for not wanting to

2. i appreciate remus’ honestly. he will not dance around the point with reg, and honestly, that’s what he needs

3. oh my god. is remus gonna get reg to take a bath? honestly, if anyone could do it, it would be remus. nobody else could do it

4. remus sharing the petty hallow drama 😭😭

5. james and sirius friendship is all i need in this life

6. oh wow. sirius is hurt that james never told him about his crush on regulus. not that james likes regulus. i love when fics do that instead of sirius being angry

7. i love that it’s no issue for james and sirius to share a bed. they need comfort. they share. that’s that.

8. sirius not letting james have a drink cause he knows it’s a slippery slope >>>>>>

9. ✨remus lupin✨

10. 😧 reg but sirius as a reflex from the arena. and immediately apologized. he’s never hit sirius before. and wow. that-

11. sirius is admitting something he never even told james. that he accidentally hit effie. and 😧😧😧

12. AWWWW REMUS CALLED JAMES SWEETHEART

13. honorable mention for all pandora did in this chapter. she is a lifesaver, she is a queen, she is a goddess, and she deserves so much

[lewkwoodnco]

omg hi you said you were opening requests for lockwood in general and not just songfics so i was wondering if you could write one where lockwood gets hurt in a mission trying to protect reader (they’re dating) and when they get back to portland row she gets mad at him and they have a really bad argument that ends up with the reader saying she doesn’t love him anymore (shes lying) and wants to leave lockwood and co !! (if it’s possible for you to end it on a happy note it would be amazing but if it’s hard to write there’s no pressure)

only love can hurt like this - Lockwood x Reader

Psst I now have a taglist! yippee!

A/N: okay SO I know the title is from a song but it’s nottt a song fic and gosh this made me realise what a crutch music has been in my writing 😭 if any of y’all have more non-songfic requests I would rlly appreciate it 🙏the beginning's a lil fluffy hehe, inspired by this post! P.S. condolences for shadow and bone </3, wc 4.7k She was in the kitchen when George and Lockwood returned from their case, dusty and exhausted, and fixed up some tea for them. George took his tea up to his room with a mumbled thanks and Lockwood pressed a distracted kiss to her temple as he pulled out the biscuit tin. She made a calculatedly casual remark about going down to the basement to help Lucy sort out their storage, at which he rolled his eyes and pulled her into the chair next to his.

But that was about an hour ago, and now she could hear the tired flipping of pages and stacking of files from the library, where he was buckling down to fight the growing pile of paperwork on his desk. He's facing away from her when she steps in, and from the looks of it, the paperwork seems to be winning.

"I know you wouldn't want to make a fuss..."

He stiffens, and when he turns there's an incredulous tilt to his eyebrows and the ghost of a smile tugging on his lips. She keeps a hand over the candle's flame as she walks in balancing a card and cupcake on her palm.

"How did you find out?"

"I badgered Barnes for your birth certificate. Took me months."

"That can't be legal."

"Don't think he minded much in the end. Anyway, the card was like a pound and the cupcake is a gift from Arif so you can't refuse either of them."

He smiles despite himself, glancing through the card with a bemused interest, red glitter coating his fingertips.

"Well, I didn't know I was your 'precious sweetheart.'"

"Oh, shut up. It was that or a condolences card."

"Hmm, this card really is the gift that keeps giving. 'To my dearest darling...'"

"Maybe I should have had a look through."

"...blah blah blah 'perfect day for my adorable sweetheart -'"

"What on earth kind of a shop is Arif keeping?"

"'Happy birthday handsome'?"

"I think we're done with the card!" She snatches it from him and stuffs it under the large stack of papers on his desk, face burning, but it still takes him a while to laugh it out of the system. It's an endearing sight to see him so carefree, if exhausted, and even after months of dating she watches him shyly through her eyelashes. His haggard face makes it easy to see him as far more than only a year older, but for now it's enough that he's laughing and alive.

"First and last time I trust Arif's judgement on birthday cards."

That sets him off again, though he has the decency to try and choke it down, but even his suppressed amusement is infectious enough to make her lips twitch. She hadn't realised what a stirring experience it would be to watch him celebrate another year alive. He looks like he wants to say something, but she's not sure she can bear it.

"Y/-"

"Shh, just blow the candle out. Wait! You have to make a wish."

He sighs dramatically, but acquiesces, briefly muttering invisible words under his breath with closed eyes before blowing out the candle. She tries to match the fluttering of his lips to words but nothing quite fits, and she half wonders if he's spouting incomprehensible gibberish just to appease her. It isn't until he pulls out the candle and jabs her with it that she realises she was staring.

"You want to know what I wished for?"

"It's killing me."

"I -"

"No! You can't tell me or it won't come true."

"Y/N, it's a candle in a cupcake."

"I'm not putting up with any of your cynicism on your birthday." She thinks about the overly zealous card, and the crumbling cupcake that would be gone in a few minutes. "Should have gotten you a gift. At least a small one."

"This is perfect. Really."

"Still. Could have scrounged up a keychain, or a mug."

"What, from the kitchen? My kitchen?"

"You know me so well."

"Well," he leans back in his chair, almost superficially nonchalant. "I suppose there is one gift you could give me."

"Anything."

"What's it going to take for you to read the card out loud?"

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That day had a sluggish quality which made it feel like years had passed by the time they set out for their job at sprawling, if ancient, mansion on the outskirts of London. Looking up at the giant house that nearly completely blocked out the setting sun, relief over knowing where the haunting was centralised washed over her; she wasn't quite in the mood to be running up and down impractically ornate flights of stairs.

The neighbours had reported seeing a ghostly figure drifting aimlessly in one of the open-air courtyards, and occasionally it would appear on the balcony directly above the courtyard, climbing over the railing before vanishing into thin air. Lockwood and George were stationed at the courtyard, Lucy at the stairs, and she on the balcony.

She stepped onto the balcony hesitantly, eyeing a thin, jagged crack running through the stone. The house was too cavernous to be considered flimsy but some of the crumbling walls made her feel as though one good thump would bring the whole place crashing down. She started to unzip her duffel bag when an ear-splitting scream ran through the courtyard.

She jumped, her ear prickling unpleasantly. It was as though the visitor had been standing right next to her, but as her heart rate came down, she realised she wasn't even feeling chilly. She peered down, where George was squinting up at her, Lockwood already with one foot out of their chains. She shook her head, trying to muster a thumbs-up with her fumbling hands, but he was already walking towards the stairs briskly.

She wasn't sure how long it took him to reach her, but it definitely felt longer than it should have. The adrenaline from the scream had made her especially nervy, with a sickly fog of paranoia settling over her mind. Those trees seemed too lush, too dense, dark green leaves quivering under the whims of some invisible wind. She tried to think about the cupcake, and Lockwood's face when he first saw it, and it was enough to stop the balcony from dissolving under her fingertips.

But when he reached her, hair tousled, his grip on her shoulder just a little too strong to be entirely comfortable, she saw a very different version of Lockwood. His lips were moving but there was something rampant in his eyes, something that gave her pause. She glanced at the monstrous night sky, which seemed to threaten to swallow them whole, and then at the inky black heat in Lockwood’s eyes, and she suddenly felt overwhelmed by them both.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Wha - hm?"

"Are you hurt?"

“No, I’m fine. You didn't need to come up here."

His hand slipped from her shoulder, sliding down to her hand, which he stared at as if he couldn't quite understand it.

"Are you okay?"

He looked up, the furrow in his brows dissolving, though he didn't seem ready to let go of her hand yet. “Hm? Oh, yes, I'm fine. It's just...I...I could have sworn..."

“Breathe, Lockwood. You look like you’re stretched thin.”

"I'm fine," he repeated, but it's somehow more hollow than the last. Part of him turned to leave, but something made him stop. He opened his mouth, then closed it again as if he thought better of whatever he was about to say. The burning in her chest grew.

"You feel it too, don't you?"

He exhaled wearily. "He's playing tricks on us. Maybe Luce should join you here -"

"No, it's best she stay halfway. It'll be fine; we can see each other."

He nodded stiffly, before finally walking away with considerable effort. The balcony somehow felt more alive as Lockwood left, the trees rustling louder than they should as the air around her seemed to contract. It unsettled her.

Eventually the visitor made his appearance, and though her Sight wasn't the best it helped calm her nerves to have something solid to watch out for. He was in the courtyard, dodging Lockwood's salt bombs while trying to fly at George, who was desperately looking for the source. There was only so much help she could give as any flares she threw from her height were only going to hit George or Lockwood rather than the visitor, so she focused on hunting for loose panels or hidden latches in the balcony and the walls of the house from which it protruded.

When she walked back to the railing, she felt a stab of panic at the blanket of grey mist that obscured her vision of the courtyard. She gripped the railing, trying to calm down. She could still hear them, but given what Lockwood had said about the visitor playing tricks, she wasn't sure how much faith she could place in any of her senses. A crash sounded, as if one of the weaker walls had caved in, making her wince. She put her hand on her rapier, steeling herself to make the trip downstairs.

Another crash sounded, but this one seemed to resonate through the mansion's skeleton. There was an awful grinding sound and she felt the floor beneath her feet tilt. She clutched what she could reach of the balcony's doorframe, hanging on by her fingertips, not daring to even breathe as she desperately tried to plant her slippery soles onto the marble floor. Her palms were sweating, and her grip was slipping. She closed her eyes, fed up with the hallucinations, and braced herself for the fall.

Instead of the swooping sensation of falling, she feels strong fingers closing around her wrist. She opened her eyes to the sight of Lockwood pulling her to the safety with a badly scratched cheek, but otherwise unhurt. It makes her want to sob with relief, but she settles for scrabbling for his palm with numb fingers. She leans against the doorframe, reveling in the solid wall pressing against her back, though her relief was short-lived.

The visitor shrieked much closer now, startling her as she turned to watch it hurtling towards them, obsessively staring at the chalice in Lockwood's hand. The growing pit in her stomach swells as she rifles through her belt with increasing agitation, panic stabbing her in the eye with every empty pocket. Lockwood twisted his hand out of her relaxed grip, and in that split second she realised what he was about to do. He took a final step onto what was left of the balcony, and the whole structure came crashing down.

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Among the roar of the rubble, she picked out what she thought was the sickening crunch of bones, and it took everything in her to fly down the stairs instead of jumping after him. Lucy was already there with George talking on a phone nearby, and their faces paled when they only saw her coming down the stairs. The three of them frantically started shifting through the rubble, yanking at the larger pieces together. She couldn't see the visitor as the dust settled, which saved her the trouble of ripping it to shreds, limb by limb.

She heard a familiar cough coming from under one of the pieces, and with strength she hadn't known that she possessed, she pulls the piece away to reveal a dusty, battered Lockwood. George and Lucy aren't far behind, quickly freeing him from the mountain of debris. This time she does cry out in relief, pressing her fingers into the skull behind his ears insistently, shaking from the blessing that it was to see him alive and breathing. He winces, and her grip on his head tightens reflexively.

"What? What hurts?"

"Your screaming, right now."

As the DEPRAC vans pulled up, George filled out the necessary paperwork on behalf of Lockwood, who was impatiently letting the paramedics check only for broken bones. As the relief of finding him alive faded, all that was left was a smarting irritation. Lockwood would forever and always remain addicted to playing the hero, she knew that, but it didn't piss her off any less, especially when he put his life on the line for it.

Once Lockwood finally managed to shrug off the last exceptionally persistent paramedic, the four of them trudged over to one of the cabs DEPRAC had flagged down for them.

"Hang on - what about the source?"

George turned and she followed his gaze to the team of DEPRAC officers delicately draping an iron net over the rubble.

"Given that it was the balcony itself, I think it's been taken care of."

As they settle into the cab, Lockwood carefully scans her face which is still as inscrutable as it was ten minutes ago. She relents, but only a little, giving his hand a light squeeze. She closes her eyes and leans her head on his shoulder, whispering quietly.

"I wish you'd let them look over you properly."

"M'alright. I can deal with a few scrapes myself. Fractures, not so much."

George's tired voice floats from the front seat.

"You better not have a concussion, idiot."

She feels him still next to her, and suppresses the urge to roll her eyes. Why couldn't he let the paramedics do their job properly? Why did he have to be so stubborn?

She thinks about a night from long ago, before they were dating and before she learnt how to bully him into taking care of himself. They had just come home from a case, and he was sitting in his room in a curious manner: staring at the wall without even realising his door was ajar, or that he was still fully clothed. The patches of skin peeking out from under his clothes were littered with scratches and cuts, but nothing major enough to warrant first aid, save for the bruise on the side of his face. She paused at his door, watching him, and wondered if he knew she was even there.

“No library?”

“Not tonight.”

She didn’t like the way he was speaking. The response wasn’t immediate, as if it had taken him a while to detangle himself from his absorbing thoughts. The tone of his voice was as cordial as always, but there was some kind of agency missing, as if he were in a trance, and it unnerved her. And yet, something tethered her to him, some desire to protect him from some violence brewing close at hand.

“You should really get some ointment on that.”

“I know.”

But he made no movement to do so, and she felt awkward leaving him alone. That was how she ended up sitting next to Lockwood on his bed as the sun started to peek in. There was a misty tinge to the first strains of light, and Lockwood looked so pale she wondered if he was fully solid. She had watched his fragile and ambivalent spirit restlessly pace in the room for the past few hours, while his corporeal form withered lifelessly, but she didn’t understand him any better.

She slipped her fingers in his own, mildly frowning, as if trying to hold on to an increasingly amorphous Lockwood. His fingers reflexively tightened around hers before relaxing just as quickly, his first movement in hours, though his face remained impasssive. His hand remained relaxed, but when she didn't pull her hand away, he allowed his thumb to rest on hers. She had felt some kind of tension then, between the part of him that wanted to drift away and the part of her holding onto him for dear life. But now, the Lockwood sitting opposite her at the kitchen table was slipping through her fingers like sand.

"Y/N, about those conflicting jobs in Hackney - do you want to split up or should I cancel?"

"I don't know, Luce. Why don't you ask Lockwood? Since he seems to always know best."

Lockwood frowns, briefly looking away from the torch George was shining into his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She ignores him, muttering under her breath.

"God forbid someone ask him to try to stay alive."

"Will you cut it out?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, which one of us has a head injury again?"

"I'm fine."

"How dare you lie to my face?"

George clicks the torch off, hastily moving to another corner of the kitchen, while Lucy's weary drifting slows down. Lockwood still looks peeved, but there's a hint of bewilderment on his face. She sighs irritably, pressing her eyelids.

"What I mean is...you don't look fine."

"It's only a bump. Not even a concussion - George checked."

"At least let me ice it for a bit."

"Don't fuss. I'm fine. Just sit and have your tea."

I’m begging you to let me help you, she wants to say. But she doesn't, because she's tired and angry and still very much scared, so she's in no mood for tea. He glances at her face when she continued to stand, and his jaw set when he sees she's in the mood to pick a fight.

"It's like you don't even think you did anything wrong." Do you know how much that terrifies me?

"I was only doing my job as your...employer, landlord, boyfriend...one of them."

"Why must everything be so complicated with you?”

"Fine. I'm sorry I didn't want to watch you break your neck."

And I didn't want to watch the life leave your eyes. "Oh, but yours is fair game?"

He doesn't respond, and it's almost as though she can see the invisible barriers he's putting up between them. She feels a brief stab of panic that she mistakes for anger.

Don't shut me out. "And now the silent treatment! God, you're such a child."

He stops drinking his tea entirely, and it doesn't give her the satisfaction she thought it would. Between the exhaustion from the case and the frustration over the brick wall that was Lockwood, her tongue gets the better of her and she sees red.

"Sometimes I wonder how I ever loved you."

The activity in the kitchen grinds to a halt for a few, terribly long seconds, before George walks out, Lucy not-so-subtlely following him with their tea. The anger on Lockwood's face evaporates, leaving an irritatingly smooth expression of mild surprise. She Silence suspends on the precariously thin string connecting them. He waits, but she doesn't backtrack. She turns away, unable to bear the look on his face.

"I'm...I'm sorry you feel that way."

"I've been thinking about leaving for a while."

"...leave...Portland Row? And go where?"

"I don't know. Anywhere's better than here." Anywhere I don't have to see you make stupid, reckless decisions because of me. Anywhere I don't have to look at you nursing fractures in barely-healed bones. Anywhere I don't have to watch you dither for peace you can never quite seem to reach.

He doesn't say anything, and she's not sure if there's anything he could say. She leaves the kitchen, dragging her feet up to their shared room. She empties the contents of her drawers and closet into a bag as if on autopilot, as she hid in some dark corner of her mind, waiting, begging for some force of God to tell her to stop. Her bags get packed, she gets undressed, and it is only after she turns out the light that she lets herself grieve the life she's leaving behind.

She's looking out of the window when the door swings open, warm light from the hallway spilling into the dark, illuminating her barren nightstand. He pauses at the threshold but she remains completely still, and after a moment or two he steps in, closing the door behind him. He shuffles about, getting ready for bed in the dark, and doesn't look at her face even when climbing into bed. She wants to tell him to try to get some sleep, but she isn't sure if it's her place, so the words remain unsaid.

He was so close she could just...extend her arm...brush her fingers on his back...clumsily soothe the unfettered demons which came out at night. There's a heady oppressiveness to the dark which weighs her down, not as cool and fluid as it normally is, waxing and waning around their shifting bodies and burning skin. The moonlight reflected on the pale patch of skin above the collar of his t-shirt, skin which looked like liquid glass. Close. She was so close to this delicate, temporal force which wrought a religious kind of faith from her hopelessly melancholic soul.

What a misery it was to love.

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She wakes up to the sun streaming over the rumpled sheets of the empty bed. She sits up, the house significantly quieter than it usually is at this time of morning. In the kitchen, George is standing by the toaster and Lucy's pulling out the sugar bowl, making tea. Lockwood's sitting stiffly in his chair, and he looks much more whole in the daylight, though oddly fragile with the protection of his suit stripped away. Their eyes instinctively meet when she walks in, after which they avoid each other's gaze until much later.

She gently takes her mug from Lucy, brushing off her protests with a distracted pat on her hand. The emptiness from last night hasn't faded, and she puts together a cup of tea and collects 2 pieces of toast mechanically.

Without thinking, she swaps the mug Lucy's placed in front of Lockwood with her own, only realising what she's done when she feels three pairs of eyes on her, her own eyes fixed on the mug in front of him. She clears her throat awkwardly.

"Lockwood doesn't take sugar with his tea."

Lucy probably mumbles an apology, but she isn't entirely sure given how all she can think about is how close his fingers are to hers. She wills her hand to let go of the mug, and it takes a moment to reluctantly cooperate.

"Thank you."

Lucy takes advantage of her pause to place her mug next to his, so she hesitantly takes her seat next to him. She picks up a piece of toast and starts buttering it while Lockwood talks in an unfamiliar voice.

"So...any plans on where you're going?"

"I've got an aunt in Brixton. Might stay there for a while, until I sort out something more permanent."

He gives a half-nod, as if he hasn't bothered to listen to her words too closely. "Well, you're more than welcome to...stay, at least for a while. If you'd like."

"I...don't think that's a good idea."

"I see."

She can't bear the way his face falls before he attempts an unconvincing smile. It makes her heart ache. Even though they're sitting close enough to have their knees occasionally brush, here in this grimly-lit, transparent kitchen, she's never felt more disconnected from Lockwood. She wants to reach out, slip her fingers in his, btu all of a sudden she's paralysed by doubt and she doesn't know how. She slips the buttered toast into his plate. His lips quirk into a faint cursory smile, but it's gone as soon as he turns back to his plate, a vaguely miserable twist to his pallid lips. They eat in silence, and it's the hardest breakfast she's had to endure at Portland Row.

In another life I’m easier to love. I’m less complicated, less convoluted, less given to bursts of self-destructive/violent tendencies.

Afterwards, she gets dressed, but she cant bring herself to leave just yet, so she sits on the bed vacantly, looking up when he . He pauses at the door, looking at where his fingers delicately rest on the doorframe, the same way they always rested on her shoulder when he wanted to dip his head to whisper something into her ear, as if compelled by some unrecognised desire to hold her close. She steels her face but her eyes desperately drink him in, all of his rough edges and limp shadows, the hazy outline of his body. He holds out an envelope.

"What's this?"

"Your paycheck. The last one." He adds in the later bit almost as an afterthought, and it's almost enough to make her stay. She slips it into her bag, choosing not to point out how he had just given out their most recent paychecks just last week.

"I know I can't change your mind, so...thank you for...everything."

He glances at the birthday card on his nightstand, and any regret she had over buying the card instantly evaporates. At least she managed to somehow get out how she felt once upon a time.

"You'll get another next year."

"Don't think George shares my love for cheesy birthday cards quite like you do."

"Do you think I'm making a horrible mistake?"

"Y/N..."

She wants to feel the comforting weight of his hand in hers, wants to lean against him weakly and have him tell her everything would be alright. But her bags were packed, her dresser as bare as her heart, and she can't help but feel as though she would never be happy again.

"Humour me. Please."

He sighs, but relents.

"Up till yesterday I thought George didn't love me quite like you did, so, frankly...I don't know what to think."

"So...you want me to leave?"

"I didn't say that."

"So you want me to stay?"

"I didn't say that either."

"You make me…so scared, Lockwood. And...sometimes...I don’t think you realise it.”

He moves from where he's leaning against the doorway to sit next to her. She leans her head against his shoulder. He lets her.

"You and I both know I won't be around for long. I just want to keep you safe while I'm still here."

"You don't honestly believe that. Right?"

"It's...hard to say. Some days I feel normal. Mostly. Some days I feel like no amount of candles, eyelashes or wishbones can keep me from an early grave. I don't want you around to see it. I put you through so much, Y/N. I can't say you won't be better off without me."

"What about you?"

He smiles bittersweetly. "You're too...kind to see it now, but one day you'll realise that...it's what I deserve."

A silence fills the room, until she breaks it by violently chucking the envelope at his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He gasps and splutters incoherently, still in shock from her attemoted assault.

"It's 'what you deserve'? What you deserve is a good knock on the head!"

"Fine, I'm sorry!"

"Don't ever let me catch you thinking like that again!"

"I won't!"

"What's it going to take to get it into your thick skull? I love you!"

"Okay!"

"I mean it!"

"I get it."

"And don't you forget it!"

"I won't." He wraps his arms around her, and she squeezes his torso aggressively, muttering increasingly extreme threats darkly under her breath. It's a sobering moment to hold each other as a new day blooms outside their window. "I won't."

They pull apart, but she still leans against him, and in that moment it's a dream to be sitting there, pressed impossibly close together, listening to each other breathe.

"I want to take evening walks with you. I want to watch you iron your ties on sleepy Sunday afternoons. I want to lose to you in chess. I want to manhandle you into celebrating your birthdays. I want to rub away the crease between your eyebrows whenever you’re thinking too hard."

Her hand drops from his waist to his wrist.

"Damn it, Lockwood. I want to hold your hand. I want to love you."

He interlocks his fings into hers, distractedly running his thumb over hers.

“Let me help you. Please.”

”I don’t think I know how.”

She tightens her arms around him again, overwhelmed by the burdens stretching out in front of them. Nothing was easy, not even this. Not even him.

"Just...hold on."

"I'm holding on. I'm holding on...to you. I'm holding on...for you."

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[makeyoumine69]

helloo, i had a friend recommend you to me because i wouldn’t shut up about bateman <33 now i think i’ve reread most of your work more than once, it’s oddly comforting 😭

anyways

id love to see you write something with a more insecure flat chested fem reader! i feel like just maybe patrick can be wholesome, in his own lewd little way 🙏

(also maybe using “Dear” as a pet name <33)

even if you don’t do this, i hope your doing well and i look forward to whatever you do in the future! keep up the good work 🫀

Hello, honey! Thank you so much for your support, I think I'm as obsessed with Patrick as you are! :D I hope you like this prompt! *big hugs* 🖤🤞

No matter how hard you tried to hide your insecurities about your breasts, Patrick could read you like an open book.

Frustrated, you sat on his lap and watched his favorite horror movie with him. He would gently stroke your cheek and make you turn your face to glance at him:

"What's wrong, dear?"

"Nothing." You would mumble, looking into his hazel, captivating eyes. 

His lips ticked with deception as he knew you were hiding something from him. Tenderly, Bateman ran his long fingers down your neck, tickling your soft skin a little, your toes curling instantly at his sudden touch.

"Patrick," you gasped quietly as he covered your lips with a soft kiss, his palms slowly cupping your small breasts, but you stopped him decisively and moved his hands away. "Please, don't -"

"Why? They're gorgeous, baby," he groped your tits again, more sensibly this time, causing you to bite your lower lip as his digits outlined the shape of your small tips. "I want to taste them. Will you let me taste them, sweetheart?"

Panting, you just nodded in response before throwing your head back as his hot lips found their way to your clavicle. Damn, his arms were so strong while his palms were so big, covering your boobs so easily, you didn't have a chance to resist. Leisurely, Patrick took off your shirt. Then he planted a wet kiss on the hollow between your breasts, making you instinctively hug his neck to hold him closer.

"A-a-aw! Patrick," you squirmed around his knees, dipping your fingers into his brown hair. "Do you think I need breast implants?"

Bateman suddenly stopped, gave you a deadly stare, and then pulled your bra down rather roughly, tugging on both of your nipples with undisguised crave.

"Mm-hhm, oh my Gosh!" With a loud moan, you clung to his broad shoulders as you searched for support, your body already sinking into an ocean of pure bliss.

"So delicious," Patrick purred against your sensitive skin as he sealed his plump lips around your taut little tip, swirling his tongue around it, savoring every little sound that erupted from your rapidly rising chest. "Such a perfect girl."

Embarrassed, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, his sensual ministrations setting you completely on fire, to the point where you were afraid of soaking his pants.

"Darling, don't hide from me, I want you to watch me play with these beautiful tits." He growled in a raspy voice, and its vibration sent tingles through your lower abdomen.

"Patrick!" You mewled as you looked down at him, his dark eyes alluring you, and you melted at the way his mouth devoured your engorged nipples as he took both of them at once.

You lost it irrevocably as you felt his white, sharp teeth nipping at your taut peak. There was even something animalistic about the way he did it, but that only added fuel to the flame, because now you didn't have any thoughts about your imperfection.

With him, nothing could stop you from falling into the abyss of pure passion and love.

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