#those snippets add up

[creepwonder]

Soooo... I have over 1100 screenies saved that I need to post. I find little snippets of time to play but I haven't had time to really sit down, edit, write, and post. Sigh...

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[memento-morri-writes]

random snippet - birthday duels

aka Terrible Time Tuesday (yes, I posted parts of this yesterday. But the new parts, which is most of it, are fun! I promise!!)

Rook was not having a good time on Sunday, and this was before he died from a plethora of stab wounds. Would you believe me if I said this was one of the "best" times he's dealt with bad feelings? pov: Rook wordcount: 1.1k character(s): Rook (D&D), Tyra (NPC), Aki (Other PC) canon status: canon session rewrite trigger warnings: death mention, grief, guilt, self-hatred, very unhealthy coping mechanisms summary: on the birthday of his recently deceased friend, Rook struggles to deal with his emotions and winds up taking them out on his first mate, Tyra.

As the day wore on, the black cloud of grief that had settled over the ship grew thicker and more oppressive. Rook paced the deck, nearly vibrating with tension. It was almost suffocating, pressing down on him with the weight of a thousand regrets. 

Thoughts clawed at the back of his mind, bringing unwelcome reminders of the part he had played in Warren’s death. If things had gone differently, if he had been a little faster, a little smarter, would his friend still be here?

He shook his head rapidly, trying to shake off the guilt that clung to him with barbed claws. The others didn’t blame him. They’d made that point very clear. And yet, he still couldn’t help but blame himself. 

Wrenching his thoughts away from the dark pit they were circling, he marched up the stairs leading to the quarterdeck. Tyra stood at the helm, talking to Tempest. When she saw Rook, she trailed off. 

She opened her mouth in greeting, but before she could say a word, Rook spoke. “I know you’re more than capable of handling the crew, but how do I know you can hold your own in a fight?”

Tyra’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I can handle myself. I’m best with my pistol,” she tapped the beautifully carved handle emerging from the holster at her hip, “but I’m not too bad with a rapier.”

Rook made a contemplative sound. There was a long pause as he looked her up and down. “Show me.”

Drawing his rapier, he turned on his heel and descended to the deck, stepping onto the cargo hatch. The crew moved out of the way, clearing a space around him. Looking back up at Tyra, he beckoned her with his sword. 

Tyra exchanged an unreadable glance with Tempest, who stepped forwards to take the wheel as she slowly made her way down to the main deck. She positioned herself across from Rook. Hesitantly, she drew her sword, a curved cutlass that was shorter and thicker than his rapier, with a wide, flat blade.

Around them, the crew had started murmuring, hurriedly placing bets. Rook let their voices fade away, trying his best to clear his racing mind. He and Tyra stared at each other, time stretching out between them.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Rook lunged, sending his blade towards Tyra’s chest. She stepped back, parrying his strike with the flat of her blade. She tried to keep the momentum going, but he disengaged, dancing out of her reach. Now it was her turn to bridge the gap, lunging towards him. He knocked her blade aside with ease. 

Their blades clashed again and again as he effortlessly parried her every blow. She redoubled her efforts, deflecting his next strike. Drawing her arm back, she prepared to attack, leaving her torso unguarded. Rook struck. In a flash, he had his blade hovering over her chest. She froze.

In the background the crew exchanged money as the two stood there, gazes locked. Rook stepped back, raising his sword into a ready position. His heart pounded in his ears as he said, “Again.”

Tyra’s eyes widened, but she raised her sword. This time, she struck first, trying to gain the upper hand early. But it wasn’t long before he had her on the defensive, trying her best to hold him back.

She blocked him again, and this time, instead of pulling back for another strike, he stepped forwards, pushing his sword down her blade. With a flick of his wrist, he knocked the cutlass from her hand.

She stepped back, breathing heavily. 

Rook crossed to where her sword lay, and with one quick motion from his foot, sent it flying into his hand. He held it out to her, hilt first. Reluctantly, she took it. 

“Again.”

This time, he didn’t even give her a second to gather her bearings before he struck, targeting her with several blows in quick succession. Immediately she fell onto her back foot, desperately trying to match his furious pace.

He kept pushing her back, off of the cargo hatch that had been their arena until her foot caught and she stumbled. He pressed on and she fell, back hitting the wood of the deck with an audible thud as her sword clattered from her hand. Rook stood over her, blade hovering inches above her throat. He stared down at her, heart pounding. 

A gentle tap on his shoulder caused him to whirl around, striking at the source of the gesture. The tip of his blade pierced a translucent blue hand, causing it to dissolve into the air. Behind it, Aki stared at him, eyes wide.

“Rook, stop this.” He frowned. “It isn’t healthy.”

“I don’t care.”

Aki’s brow furrowed. “It isn’t helping you.” When Rook said nothing, he added, “Look at her, she’s exhausted.” He gestured towards Tyra.

Rook turned to look at his first mate, who was slowly getting to her feet. She was disheveled, her clothes rumpled and her locs in disarray. Her chest rose and fell as she panted for breath. Aki was right, she was tired. 

“Let her go,” Aki said gently.

Whatever he had been trying to do by challenging her, it wasn’t working. He was breathing more heavily than normal, but it was more due to the tightness in his chest than a difficult fight. His muscles trembled, not from effort or exhaustion, but from tension.

Rook squared his shoulders. “Fine.” He sheathed his sword and turned away. He could feel the crew’s eyes on him as he headed towards the ratlines leading up to the crow’s nest. Ignoring them, he grabbed the rope and began to climb.

Though it had been years since he’d climbed the rigging, it came back to him easily, his body’s memory of six years of sailing guiding him up to the small basket-like platform near the top of the mast. A member of the crew sat inside. As Rook’s head came into view, she started, eyes wide.

“Get out.”

She nodded and hurriedly clambered over the edge, scurrying down the rigging towards the deck.

Rook sank onto the floor of the crow’s nest, tipping his head back until it touched the low wooden wall surrounding the platform. Closing his eyes, he breathed in, then out, forcing himself to slow down.

He wasn’t sure if it was the gentle rocking of the ship, or the wind on his face, or the sun on his skin, or simply the distance from the deck and all the gloom that hung over it, but slowly the tension faded from his body. 

[seventh-district]

tfw you're trying to write a Genshin fic but ur memory is shit so u have to leave urself [REMINDERS] to come back and correct your spelling/figure out NPC names/scour the wiki to double-check character and story lore, because if u even so much as glance away from the google doc in the moment you'll lose all of your writing momentum

coughs [link to some other (better) excerpts from the fic since the post didn't make it into the tags and i'm too lazy to remake it]

[fortune-maiden]

Pleeease can I have more of the TGCF Cyrano (but not really Cyrano) AU? 🥺🙏

ANON I LOVE YOU! THIS ASK LITERALLY MADE MY ENTIRE DAY!

And also got some words flowing!

pei ming briefly turned into wombat in the beginning there whoops

-

There were few things in Heaven that could escape Pei Ming’s notice.

No, that was a lie.

There were, in fact, a great many number of things that regularly escaped Pei Ming’s notice. They simply weren’t important things in his opinion. Pei Ming knew the value of information and kept an ear to the ground and the communication array at all times, but he wasn’t interested in petty gossip and the daily lives of heavenly officials.

(Unless those heavenly officials happened to be women, in which case he was very interested, so that he could be at the right place at the right time when they inevitably sought him out.)

Pei Ming was the god of love, so it was only natural that there would be one topic above all others that would warrant his attention.

That’s right – He was here to love and be loved! Embrace love and spread love!

Pei Ming was here to romance women and play matchmaker.

And he was very-temporarily out of women.

“You’re wrong,” Shi Wudu said with a sigh.

“I’m never wrong. Not about this.” Pei Ming’s grin took up most of his face. His arm sat comfortably on Shi Wudu’s shoulder. It wasn’t supposed to be there, but no amount of smacking it with a fan could see it removed.

“I know all about the inquiries you’ve been making into that caged little bird of yours. What can I say except you’re a man with exceptional taste. And quite the reckless streak.”

“Even if I have, that’s my business, not yours.”

“Nonsense. A blossoming crush is very much my business.”

“Again, it’s not a crush. I simply think she’s interesting.”

“Coming from you, that may as well be a proposal.”

Shi Wudu shoved him. The arm around his shoulders remained firmly in place. Pei Ming laughed an uproarious laugh. He always loved the look on people’s faces when they were made aware of their feelings. Particularly when the people in question were his sullen young friend who had been cursed with a handsome face and a rotten personality.

He had been shocked when he first heard of it, of course. But spring came for everyone in the end, and the greater surprise was that Shi Wudu just had to pick the hardest woman in Heaven to get close to as the object of his affections.

Although, really, Pei Ming shouldn’t have expected anything less. Fortunately, he loved a challenge.

“You’ve already made several critical blunders, my friend,” he remarked, turning serious. “It’s never good to start a relationship off with public humiliation.”

“I was not the one humiliating her.”

“But you were the instigator. Thanks to that she knows who you are, but what kind of impression do you think you’ve left her with? If you approached her now, she would head straight in the opposite direction.”

“You sound awfully sure of that.”

“I heard it from the old girl’s mouth herself!” Pei Ming cleared his throat and made his best exhausted gloomy expression. “If my path were to cross Lord Water Master’s now, I think I would turn around and head straight in the opposite direction.”

“She does not sound like that,” Shi Wudu snapped and rapped Pei Ming’s hand with his fan a few times again.

“How would you know? You’ve never talked to her.”

“And you have?”

“Of course! We’re friends from the same hometown!” Well same general region, anyway. Pei Ming’s most famous exploits either had him fighting wars abroad or stationed in Xuli’s royal capital so it was a little known fact he himself was actually from the southern parts of the kingdom and spent most of his non-warring years there. And it was an even littler known fact that the very Nangong Jie made infamous by her writings in the royal capital was also originally from those same southern parts, a fact Pei Ming expertly deduced within an hour of meeting her by virtue of her light regional accent.

(And as for how their paths came to cross in the first place back then, well, she was a woman and he was at the right place at the right time.)

“You’ve made an enemy of her jailer, and she isn’t particularly fond of you right now either. It must be hard being so unpopular.” Pei Ming’s other hand now patted Shi Wudu’s chest consolingly and Shi Wudu grew resigned to the fact that this was what a friendship with Pei Ming entailed.

“If she’s truly so petty, then perhaps I’ve underestimated her.”

“It’s not about pettiness, it’s about an innocent woman becoming the collateral damage of your reckless words and you acting like it doesn’t concern you.” The consoling pats turned into light smacks. “Fortunately, your blunder is also your opportunity. As long as you say and do everything I tell you, we can salvage your reputation with Nangong and get her to see your hidden merits.”

“This is ridiculous.” Shi Wudu shoved Pei Ming once more and this time Pei Ming let go so he would have enough room to cross his arms and scowl. It was important to give him enough space for that so that his mind had the freedom it needed to weigh the pros and cons of Pei Ming’s offer. Shi Wudu was a businessman, after all.

Sure enough, the next words out of his mouth were, “What’s in it for you?”

He eyed Pei Ming like a suspicious cat, ready to flee at the first sign of trouble. Pei Ming laughed once more.

“You’re my friend! What better reason is there for me to help you!” he clapped Shi Wudu’s shoulder good-naturedly, earning another smack for his trouble. “But if you really need one, then it’s that I think you and Nangong really would fit well together. And she could use someone like you in her corner.”

And most importantly, Pei Ming’s smile was so radiant that it shone with a heavenly aura of its own, it will be fun!   

[tomlinfonda]

Hi I know I’m a random stranger but I NEED to know what movie the Truman show reminded you of please 🙏

I'm. Not gonna say 😭 I'm really sorry, but I really don't wanna open that can of worms

What I will say is that it has almost nothing in common with The Truman Show. So if you seek a movie with similar vibes, this is not it AT ALL. The cinematography, the plot, the motifs, the actors, the location, the genre are all completely different. The thin thread that I think connects them is the framing of the film viewer as an oppressive, voyeuristic presence. But it's very possible that I'm just reading way too much into things and I don't feel like starting any sort of discourse (because this might start discourse, to be honest with you 😶)

[astranauticus]

i have an exam tomorrow but i know my brain won't know rest until i post this. anyway i just looked up the lyrics to 超度我/set me free by floruitshow and i just. have to inflict this song onto other people it is so robits

(real quick one thing i will say is please listen to the song, i once described floruitshow as 'the perfect combination of classically trained and a little bit insane' and this song is 100% that vibe. like i cant promise you'll like it but i can promise that it probably won't sound like anything else you've heard before)

Also I'll only be translating the verses because the chorus is literally lines straight from the Diamond Sutra and explaining those is above my paygrade

(Verse 1)

来不及 There's no time left 最后一句想你来不及让你知道 No time left to say to you my last 'I miss you' 再也回不去 We can't ever return 那个有彩虹出现的下午 to that afternoon when the rainbow appeared 再也感受不到你温度 I won't ever feel your warmth again 如果你留我在梦里 If you left me in my dreams 我会放弃呼吸 I can give up my breath 请 超度我 Please, set me free

VR-LA during/after MR-SN's death?? reflecting on all the things he never got to say, all the things they never got to do because they never got enough time together, 'i can give up my breath' all that time VR-LA spent alone on that empty ship fighting the thoughts of leaving it all behind.. (yells)

(Verse 2)

对不起 I'm sorry 不经意就在你的影子里活下去 It's so easy to live on in your shadow 我不在意 But I don't mind 不过是白日梦里一瞬息 It's nothing but a moment in a daydream 为何还起念动心 Why does my heart still stir? 怪你名字太熟悉 It's all because your name is too familiar 当我是一花一叶一春木 if I pretend I were a flower, a leaf, a spring sapling 可否回到世界之初 Can I return to the beginning of it all? 请 超度我 Please, set me free

Y'all wanna talk about how VR-LA's still not over MR-SN. or how he spends s2-s3 haunted by his old crew ('live on in your shadow' owwww). 'a moment in a daydream' VR-LA seeing MR-SN in overclock... being stuck in the horrible horrible headspace of the Zuggtemoy curse and finding comfort in this snippet of the captain he can barely remember.. 'your name is too familiar' i mean just look at the wish speech! he says it better than i ever could, it's getting the old crew's names from maxim that really sets VR-LA off on this whole journey to find them because even after the everything just their names is enough for him to remember how much he loved and still loves them!! augh

(Outro)

我的执念 万千千千 My obsessions, hundreds and thousands 放不下地 放不下天 I can't let go of the earth, I can't let go of the sky 我把红线折折剪剪 I cut and fold at the red strings 落入凡间镜重圆 I fall to the mortal realm to seek reunion

Again, y'all wanna talk about how VR-LA's still not over MR-SN. but also the last two lines as being MR-SN's POV, the 'red strings' being a reference to the red strings of fate (strings that tie lovers/soulmates together... aaa), MR-SN (or well, Mystra, I guess) literally defying fate so that they can meet again. 镜重圆 here is likely referring to 破镜重圆, a phrase that directly translates to "mending a broken mirror" and basically refers to couples (generally romantic) reconciling/reuniting after a breakup/some kind of separation which... i mean yeah thats literally just 3.7 huh. MR-SN coming back from the dead to give VR-LA closure and catharsis. anyway i'm gonna go lie on the floor now

[ivymarquis]

I have like 4 (?) fics that are 85% done so I appreciate y’alls patience with the dryspell and hopefully it will be rewarded soon with a small flush of fics;

They will be;

The price not-cheating one

The ghost nail technician one

First chapter of Honey(badger) which of course is Soap

Day 3 kinktober (no I haven’t given up that thing is just 3k already and they still have their clothes on :|) which has könig

After I do those Im starting on the gaz one that yall are gonna go NUTS over

[bettystonewell]

TO YOU I BELONG SERIES MASTERLIST

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Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Summary: Dean isn’t looking for a mate. Not only does he think he doesn’t deserve one, but the last place he expects to meet his soulmate is while on a case. Fate ain’t real. He still has free will, and saving you from monsters is just another part of the job.

The demons in your life, though? They’re closer than he realises, more personal, and his inner alpha won’t let him leave you behind with them. But can Dean embrace everything that comes with claiming someone? 18+ only MDNI

Tags: omegaverse, soulmate AU, pregnancy, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, SMUT, breeding, claiming, knotting, nesting, angst, fluff, endgame is Dad!Dean (and the parenting skills we all know he has), Protective!Dean, (dual POV), somewhat of a fix-it

WARNING: This story implies/references some potentially triggering topics including domestic abuse, sexual assault, a past miscarriage (chemical pregnancy), and follows the journey of how the characters deal with it. Please consider these carefully before reading. I can’t stress this enough!

A/N: This all started out as a one shot idea of Dean playing with kids and nerf guns. That one shot hasn’t been written yet because my brain wanted to know where the kids came from, but Dean will get his hands on a nerf gun in this fic.

uploading weekly on Fridays 🇦🇺🕕

Chapter 1 - Yearning

Chapter 2 - Harbouring

Chapter 3 - Confronting

Chapter 4 - Familiarising

Chapter 5 - Languishing

Chapter 6 - Domesticating

Chapter 7 - Honeydaying

Chapter 8 - Disconcerting

Chapter 9 - Ruminating

Chapter 10 - Saddling

Chapter 11 - Containment

Chapter 12 - Sentiment

Chapter 13 - Derisionment

Chapter 14 - Announcement

Chapter 15 - Disappointment

Chapter 16 - Ligament

Chapter 17 - Retirement (working title)

Chapter 18 -

Chapter 19 -

Chapter 20 -

TIMESTAMPS TBA

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Please Remember folks, abuse isn’t always physical. It’s also not easy to admit when you’re going through it, or sometimes even realise. Look after yourselves, and keep an eye out for signs from those you love. ❤️

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[prettygiri222]

okay but imagine eren seen a video of his baby momma at the club singin sexy redd’s “ FUCK MY BABYDADDY ” 😭😭 he just brings their son or daughter to reader’s mom and goes back to reader’s house and tears them TF upppp.

i can just hear him saying “ fuck yo baby who?? oh aight. ”

I had to add rapper!Eren to this cause it's something I always wanted to write😋

Eren x Black Fem Reader, PLOT + SMUT

rapper Eren Yeager's longtime girlfriend of six years broke up with him after having his first child, Duke Yeager. Eren shared a post on instagram confirming their breakup but stated that the both of them remain in Duke’s life as co-parents. the reason why was unreleased so fans speculated that Eren must’ve cheated because why else would you willingly break up with the famous rapper. his management released a statement saying it was due to conflicting schedules but it was seen as damage control so no one believed it.

during the six years of the relationship, his management managed to keep your face out of the media. but with the way Eren was constantly posting snippets of you, fans soon discovered who you were after matching physical features, traits and location that were found on his story with the ones present on your small instagram.

you two quickly became the it couple, how the girl from nowhere pulled a famous rapper gave fans hope because they saw them reflected in you. a woman who didn’t have to undergo multiple surgeries to pull the industry's finest. but after the breakup, that image fell.

his management did their best to keep things under wraps to keep the media from tormenting you but it didn’t work. when you posted a picture of yourself postpartum your dms filled with hateful comments wondering why Eren had gotten with you in the first place. you knew it was just jealous fangirls but it still got to you, especially since you weren’t all that confident in your new body and still recovering from your pregnancy. your accounts went silent shortly after.

although the breakup was mutual, the reason why was deeper than scheduling conflicts. you needed someone who was able to be there physically, emotionally and mentally. it was hard for Eren to provide that due to his career path, always travelling the world with a packed schedule. you guys did your best to make it work but after Duke came into the world you just couldn’t handle it anymore. 

Eren was a decent baby daddy and you guys co-parented well. you had full custody of him but when Eren was in town and would have time off you would send Duke over to him. Duke loved his daddy, always wanting to watch his concerts and interviews on the TV when he wasn’t there or free to facetime. Eren always made sure to send double what was asked for in child support to make sure you took care of yourself as well as his son.

that’s why when you reposted your friend’s story of you in the club all hell broke loose. people took it as a diss to your baby daddy, which it was, but not in the way they thought.

earlier that week you had dropped Duke off at Eren’s mansion. he had just flown back in from his world tour and finally had a few weeks off. despite being exhausted he called you up and asked if you could bring Duke over, wanting to spend as much time with his son as possible during his break. he sent over an uber black to pick the two of you up.

when Eren met you two at the door, Duke jumped into his arms smiling and giggling. it’s been a while since he’s seen his daddy in person. the sight made you awe. Eren turned to you and asked if you wanted to stay over so he could spend time with the two most important people in his life but sadly you declined. you didn’t want to interrupt their father and son bonding time.

Duke was almost a clone of Eren, he had his sharp green eyes, german nose and face shape. the only hints of you in him were his full lips, darker skin and coils. Duke was your little bundle of joy but he could be a handful at times. during the few times those two got to spend together Eren spoiled him rotten, whatever he wanted he got and it showed. whenever you told him no he would throw a tantrum saying how he wanted his daddy. you knew you were a good mother but hearing him say that when you were the one who took care of him every day hurt.

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it was a friday night and Eren was at his crib chilling with Duke. he had his phone on do now disturb so his time with his family wouldn’t be interrupted. it was a shame you weren’t here to spend time with them. after having pizza, soda and ice cream for dinner the boys passed out on the couch after staying up past midnight watching movies. 

his peace was soon interrupted by the constant buzz of his phone. it roused him from his sleep but Duke slept through it. after the third ring, he finally answered the phone. he was pissed that his manager was calling him knowing it was his time off but he figured it must be important for them to use emergency bypass to call.

“what’s going on?” his voice gruff from his slumber and irritation. he turned on his phone to see it flooded with notifications from instagram, snapchat, tiktok, twitter, messages, missed calls from his friends and one from his mom and his heart dropped to his stomach. he hadn't dropped anything new recently so he knew whatever was happening had to be bad.

“well… it’s about your baby mama… she uh…” his manager was at a loss for words. he didn't know the words to describe the situation to make it not seem as bad as the media was already making it out to be. he knew Eren would be pissed when he found out what happened and they didn't want to be on the end of it. 

Eren was extremely protective of his family and friends. when he saw the hate you were receiving after you posted a picture of yourself postpartum he took to twitter immediately. he did not play when it came to you, together or not together. you were the mother of his child and you needed your respect. so he was wondering why you were playing in his face like this.

“well what is it?” he snapped, already losing his patience. “is she ok? is she hurt?” he shot upright from his resting position on the couch. he opened up the group chat between him, Armin, Connie, Onyankopon and Jean first. all that was sent was a blurry video followed by a bunch of skull and grave emojis.

he opened the video and immediately recognized the faces of a few of the girls in it as a few of your friends, Sasha, Mikasa and Historia at a club. Sasha, Connie’s model girlfriend was the one to record them singing along to a sexyy red song. he wondered what the video had to do with him until it panned to you. you stood out with your brightly dyed red hair styled in a what he recognized as a wash-and-go.

“fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy!” you were shouting the lyrics a little bit too passionately. you had your middle fingers stuck up to the camera showing off your glittery red acrylic nails. you were clearly wasted, drunk off of whatever drinks Sasha managed to shove down your throat.

“yes bitch!” your friends shouted as you turned around to shake your ass sticking out your tongue. you were wearing a ripped mesh dress. one of your friends reached out to pull down the back of your dress to prevent your ass from showing but the dress was already leaving very little to the imagination. the pregnancy did your body good, you were a bit on the skinny side before but now your hips had filled out, your ass and boobs swole and your skin finally cleared up. you were glowing.

“I’m a fine ass bitch, I ain’t in the in the house sad!” you were feeling yourself. it felt nice to get out of the house and away from Duke no matter how much you loved him. having to take care of a baby by yourself was tiring, no matter how much Eren supported you from afar you needed him there with you.

your friends were hyping you up and your mind grew hazy from both the alcohol and adrenaline. you were far too gone to realize what you said when you yelled “fuck Eren!” instead of the actual lyrics. the camera quickly panned to the floor before the video stopped.

Eren had to replay the video countless times to process what he had seen and heard. but he couldn’t believe it was you. never in the eight years he’s known you have you ever picked up the phone to send a dig at him through social media. no matter how tough the going got, it’s what he respected about you. you always wanted to talk problems through and try to make it work. Eren clenched his fist looking at you now.

Eren knows how baby mamas like you are seen and treated in the industry. he’s seen how they're constantly bashed and embarrassed by the fathers of their children and the media. Eren never wanted that for you, he wanted to give you a ring before he gave you a baby but accidents happen and here you both were. instead of calling him or stopping by to talk you wanted to show out for the fans and diss him. it was stupid of you, he knew you were better than this.

“so it’s “fuck Eren” is that right,” Eren laughed to himself throwing his head back on the couch. sure he couldn’t be there for you and Duke all the time like he wanted but at least he tried. he was a very busy man. but he did what he had to to make sure his mother, Duke and you could have a nice and cozy life. where Duke didn’t have to worry about if he was going to eat dinner that night. “bet.”

“sorry little man but I have to go get your mommy. you’re going to go to stay with your grandma tonight, ok?” he cooed to Duke, waking him up. Duke slowly woke up and was trying to rub the sleep out of his eye. Eren loved his son very much he was the reason he kept this stressful life up. 

he enjoyed making music and performing but not during the days when he slept in the studio trying to find the perfect lyrics and beat or days where he hardly slept because he had to stay on his feet. it was a fast life and if he couldn’t keep up it would all come crashing down. and for you to make a dig at that knowing how he felt was fucked.

“Eren Yeager!” his manager shouted through the phone overhearing the whole thing. he needed Eren to keep a calm head and not do anything rash tonight. he didn’t need him sparking more outrage in the media or doing something that could potentially ruin the relationship you two had. “what are you going to do?”

“what else, I’m going to go fuck my baby mama,” before his manager could get another word out he hung up the phone. 

“daddy said a bad word!”

“...don’t tell your mom and I’ll bring you to the studio with me.”

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you wobbled into your apartment with a sheepish grin. it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulder tonight. it’s been a while since you went to the club and got so drunk that the world became a blur. you were slowly regaining memories of what happened that night and you couldn’t help but cringe knowing you would regret some of them in the morning. your phone died on your way home after you reposted Sasha’s story so you were oblivious to the buzz you had created.

when you went to unlock your door you found out that it was already open. you raised your brow but you brushed it off thinking you must’ve forgotten to lock it in your rush to leave the house. you knew the security for your building was tight, it was the main thing you were looking for when you were buying your apartment. it was a necessity since Duke was the son of a successful rapper. 

when you and Eren had split you bought yourself a nice little two-bedroom apartment deep in the city. Eren offered to pay for it but you immediately declined, you didn’t want anything else of yours to get attached to him. during your relationship you saved up a lot of money since Eren had always offered to buy you whatever you wanted and spoiled you rotten just like he was doing with Duke. he fueled your shopping addiction only wanting his girlfriend to have the best of the best.

you had a little side hustle as an occasional hairstylist and nail artist for your friends and family with the occasional new client. Eren told you time and time again you didn’t need to work and that he would take care of everything. but you liked having your own source of income it made you feel independent plus you enjoyed your job.

being able to close on your dream apartment was a dream come true and it left you feeling satisfied. you loved how everything was within walking distance, there was a daycare down the street along with an elementary school for when Duke got older. there was a grocery store right around the corner with a few outlets and public transit ran just outside the building, it was perfect for a single mother like you. 

“thought we were doing good with this co-parenting shit mama?” the second you opened the door you were greeted by a voice you knew better than your own. goosebumps covered your arms, ‘why is he here’ you thought.

“Eren?” you called out into the dark apartment. you felt the wall closest to the door for the switch and turned the light on. and there he was, Eren, your famous baby daddy. he turned his head to look at you from where he was seated on the couch. his eyes were extremely low, watching your every move. “are you ok? where's Duke?”

“with your mom,” Eren was having such a pleasant high, he felt so relaxed and calm in the dark room. he didn’t have the TV on and was just staring at the black screen. but the second the room lit up and you walked through the door with that tiny see-through dress on it dispersed. he narrowed his eyes down at you and you could tell you had just blown his high. his anger simmering underneath his calm demeanour. 

“how’d you even get in?” you never gave Eren the key to your apartment. having already been split and you always dropped Duke off at his place there was no reason for him to have one.

“front desk gave me a key after I flashed a couple of stacks,” he replied nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a crime on both parts. you rolled your eyes, this was how Eren fixed all his problems, with money. you get that when he was growing up it was something he didn’t have but now that he had it was like all he knew how to do was throw it at people to make his problems disappear.

“well if Duke isn’t here then there’s no reason for you to be,” you don’t know what you did to warrant this visit but you didn’t want to be in his presence any longer. you liked to keep your contact with Eren as minimal as possible. plus you didn’t have the energy to deal with him tonight, you were tired. hoping he would get the hint it was time to leave you walked away and headed towards your bedroom, “please see yourself out. we can talk another day.”

“nah, 'cause it’s “fuck Eren” right?” he got up from the couch and followed you down the hall and into your room. the wooden floor creaking under his weight. you didn’t have to turn around to know he was towering over you, you could feel him breathing down your neck. you tried to move away from him but he gripped your waist with a firm grip underneath and pulled you against him. “you must’ve gone crazy going so long with my dick huh? that must be it, acting like you lost your damn mind.”

“Eren!” you pulled away to look back at him in shock. “what are you even talking about?”

“don’t play dumb with me mama, your ass is all over the shade room talking about “fuck my baby daddy” ” he took his phone out of his pocket to show you their newest post. it was a screenshot of a video but it was clearly you, it was the same outfit and hairstyle you had on right now. you swiped the image on his phone in disbelief and the video played, “fuck Eren! fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy!”

“oh my gosh! Eren, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I was drunk and got carried away,” you looked up at him from the phone. you could tell he was pissed, his eyes darkened after hearing what you said in the video for the hundredth time. you were horrified, you didn’t mean to air out your personal problems and make Eren seem like a bad father. you knew how the public blew things out of proportion.

“they say drunk words are sober thoughts,” Eren stated, shrugging his shoulders. “I know Duke be stressing you out ma, let me fix it,” he stared down at you with a little smirk. he licked his lips, obviously checking you out. it's been a while since he's seen your body exposed, you always show up to drop Duke off in oversized sweaters and shirts. just looking at you like this made his dick hard, “plus you owe me an apology.”

that’s how you found yourself face down ass up in your bedroom with the man you’d never thought would step foot in your new apartment. Eren was behind you standing at the edge of the bed, his black and grey nike tech sweater was thrown somewhere in your room leaving him in a white wife beater and his golden cuban link chain. his grey sweats were down so that just his dick was out.

“mm fuck Eren! please,” you cried out. no matter how deeply you arched or angled your hips you couldn’t get him to reach where you needed him the most. he knew that but he loved watching you struggle and the way your brown cheeks jiggled after coming into contact with his pelvis. you were a sight to see, one that he deeply missed.

“you can do better than that mama,” he raised his pierced brow watching you. Eren stood completely still behind you, you had your face buried in the sheets as you attempted to throw it back on him. you were still dressed in your mesh dress but he ripped your thong off. “I saw you in that video. you were shaking that shit so c’mon, fuck me back ma.”

your makeup was staining your sheets but you could care less right now. the feeling of Eren stretching out your practically virginal walls was dumbfounding. he didn’t bother to stretch you out believing that your body was already moulded to his shape. but it’s been about two years since you last had sex. your tight walls were struggling to accommodate his humongous size.

“ ’m trying,” the lack of stimulation on your sweet spots had you in tears. the stretch was pleasurable but it wasn’t enough, paired with the shallow thrusts. you so desperately craved more so you reached in between your legs to play with your clit. Eren groaned at the sight of you touching yourself, not to mention you began to clench around him. 

“damn ma, now that’s what I’m talking about,” Eren gave your ass a harsh slap. you let out a little whine as you lost your rhythm because of it. but you soon found it again. your wetness was soaking his dick and you were basically twerking on his dick. Eren loved every second of it. 

he took one of your ass cheeks and pulled it to the side with his tattooed hand, he watched himself go in and out of your brown folds. feeling the unsteady approach of his orgasm watching as you struggled to fuck yourself on him he decided to finally grant you mercy. he languidly began to thrust into you. “go ahead and nut on this dick mama.”

 “o-okay” you stuttered out. you struggled to concentrate on stimulating your sensitive clit while bouncing back to meet Eren’s lazy thrusts. your fingers were covered in your own wetness while you rubbed little circles on your bud. each loop paired with the tip of his dick pressing against that spongy spot inside you brought you ever closer to your climax. “ ‘m so close!”

“let it out for me baby,” the pace became erratic, you guys’ release at its peak. sometimes his dick collided straight into your soft spot and sometimes it completely missed. but the feeling of him pummeling in and out of you had you convulsing around his dick. “keep squeezing around me like that and I'll put another baby in you, fuck.”

you let out broken whines as you struggled to continuously stimulate your bud. you were soaking wet that your fingers slipped around. “‘ren! ren!” you chanted, reaching out toward him with your slick-covered hand. Eren grabbed it and put it in his mouth. groaning deeply as he licked and sucked on your coated digits.

“don’t worry mama, I got you. let it out for me,” Eren leaned over your arched form and whispered in your ear. his husky sending shivers down your spine as he talked you through it. you listened to him feeling the wave of pleasure overwhelm you, the sensation in your stomach bursting.

“f-fuck, fuck!”

“shit,” when he felt himself about to burst he pulled out of your pussy's compelling grasp. he watched the lewd scene in front of him and used it to jerk off. he groaned out stroking his soaking dick. your pussy hole remained gaping after he pulled out and your liquids were spilling on your sheets. after a few strokes, he released all over your back onto your mesh dress staining it.

you plopped down onto your empty bed exhausted. the room filled with the sound of laboured breathing as you guys tried to catch your breath. the sound of Eren shuffling around could be heard soon after. your heart ached at the thought of him leaving you so soon but you closed your eyes, ‘it’s for the better’ you thought. you wanted a few moments of rest before you went to wash up.

but Eren wasn’t finished yet, he was shedding the remaining articles of his clothing leaving him naked. your eyes opened feeling the bed dip under the extra weight. before you could protest, Eren had already climbed on top of you, grabbing your legs and having them pushed over your head, “we’re not finished yet.”

this time Eren took the lead, he had ripped off your dress leaving you completely naked and exposed to his eyes. he had you folded over like a pretzel leaving you open for him. your legs were bent so far over your head you could see the top of your pussy and watch as Eren thrusted in and out of your overstimulated hole from above. the pleasure made you want to slither away but Eren’s strong hold kept you still.

“E-eren!” you were losing your mind from the stimulation. “too much! it’s too much!” you cried out. you reached out to push against his rock-hard abdomen. you didn’t want him to stop, not when you were so close to your second orgasm of the night but it was too much. he was being so rough with you. you didn’t think you had it in you after motherhood to be manhandled like this.

“nah, you can take it. you’re a big girl now, dissing me at the club with your friends. be glad I’m even fucking you since I’m such a “bad baby daddy.” Eren mocked you from above. he didn’t even flinch as you tried to push him away. he smiled down at you watching how easily you got fucked out. moans were no longer coming out your mouth, more like strangled sobs and whines that were being forced out after each deep thrust of his. the head of his dick battering your insides and abusing your soft spot left you tremoring underneath him.

“imsorryimsorry,” you babbled out. your mascara and eyeliner were running down your cheeks and your lipstick was smothered but you couldn’t look any prettier to Eren. he enjoyed watching as your tits bounce around. he brought his forest green eyes back up to you watching as you bit your quivering lip.

“how’d that song go again?” Eren sarcastically asked. with the number of times he replayed that video he had the lyrics, beat and rhythm all memorized. “something like this right?” pap! pap! pap! Eren changed the rhythm of his thrusts, the sound of his balls clapping against your ass and the squelching sounds of your pussy mimicked the bow bow bow of the song. he angled each thrust to deliver a particularly harsh hit to your g-spot.

without warning an intense feeling of pleasure erupted in your stomach. “imcuming!” you cried out. you could feel a liquid flow out from your pussy, completely drenching Eren’s dick. he quickly pulled out to watch you squirt, a sight he immensely missed. the translucent liquid gushed out of your hole soaking the sheets as well.

“you said fuck your baby who?” Eren smiled down at your fucked out face. you couldn’t even answer him with the overwhelming pleasure rendering all of your senses useless. your head was thrown back and your face furrowed, coming down from the high of your intense orgasm. “oh aight.”

I think I got a bit carried away🤭

[biteyoubiteme]

dumdums

sometimes it’s okay to be a little stupid in love or lust

biteyoubiteme’s mini kinktober event 2024

hiiii and happy spooky season! my favorite time of the year is upon us so why not celebrate with txt <33 not all of these are spooky or too halloween related and each fic will have its own detailed warnings listed once it’s posted! these are just the bare bones for now <3 [m.list]

yeonjun ˖⋆࿐໋

mango flavored wc: 3.1k [NSFW] synopsis: you just love to hate each other.

snippet: "we shouldn't be doing this," you mutter breathlessly. "then tell me to stop, tell me to leave you alone," but his words meant nothing to you as your hands worked on his belt. rivals to lovers

posted: october 1st 2024

soobin ˖⋆࿐໋

blue raspberry flavored wc: 1.5k [NSFW] synopsis: he’s so cute when he asks, he’s even cuter when he doesn’t

snippet: "you need another one! I have extra in the nightstand," "I'll just pull out I promise, please, please," baby trapper/breeding kink

posted: october 9th 2024

beomgyu ˖⋆࿐໋

bubble gum flavored wc: 6k [NSFW] synopsis: you’re his favorite camgirl he never thought he’d see in person.

snippet: “do you think I could watch you?” those puppy dog eyes working wonders on your stomach, “please,” camgirl!reader

posted: october 10th 2024

taehyun ˖⋆࿐໋

sour apple flavored wc: 2.7k [NSFW] synopsis: someone or something is always waiting by your window at night, why not leave it unlocked and see what happens?

snippet: "it's okay," he whispered, nose pressed to your ear, "there's no need to be scared i know exactly how to take care of you," incubus!tae/somno

posted: october 17th 2024

hueningkai ˖⋆࿐໋

mystery flavored wc: 2.7k [NSFW] synopsis: you didn’t think you would end up in the pervy boys bed until you did.

snippet: "show me how you touch yourself when you watch me," perv!kai

posted: october 23rd 2024

yeonkai x reader ˖⋆࿐໋

cherry flavored wc: 3.4k [NSFW] synopsis: two boyfriends are always better than one.

snippet: "look at me when he fucks you, i need to know if he's doing a good job or not," throuple/poly

posted: october 25th 2024

ot5 ˖⋆࿐໋

black cherry flavored wc: 9.2k [NSFW] synopsis: how many ghostfaces are there again?

snippet: “you don’t mind if we all share you, right?” ghostface!txt

posted: october 31st 2024

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[ficsbydemi]

CHILLS

warnings: mdni, 18+, smut, dark fic, dacryphilia, stalking, noncon

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: y/n’s always had a feeling someone was watching her, never did she say she was against it

Y/n was one of those girls.

The kind of girl that wore bows and pink all the time.

The kind of girl that was just begging to be stalked.

And, well, someone couldn’t quite resist her blush-coloured charm. Someone with a lot more sinister thoughts than anyone would have thought.

At first, it had been cute to her.

Little flowers taped to her door when she’s come back from Uni every day, or little notes with cute metaphors about how pretty she was.

So she just assumed it was one of her classmates.

But then, a few weeks later, they stopped. Y/n was, admittedly, a little confused, but she didn’t think too much about it. After all, it was just a secret admirer or whatever.

But that’s when the Polaroids started.

Again, they started off innocently enough - or as innocent as taking photos of her could be without her knowing.

Simple snaps of her walking back from Uni, slipped under her door or hanging on the ledge of her bedroom window. That’s when the chills started too.

Someone was watching her go home, and whether it was a classmate or not, it was still rather scary.

But not too much to Y/n.

She was intrigued, curious, almost dying to know who it was, but at the same time she was scared for her life.

But then, exactly two weeks on from the snaps of her walking home, she stopped fearing for her life. Not because the photos had stopped - but because they’d changed a little.

No longer were they somewhat innocent photos of her walking home in different pink dresses and skirt.

These were different.

That Tuesday, she found four Polaroids slid under her door when she came back, each more lewd than the next.

The first was of her removing her shirt, the edges of her black bra visible from the side angles. The second was the shirt fully off, thrown onto the floor.

The third was a side angle of her naked chest, under the warm glow of her bedroom light.

And the fourth was one of her - naked - going to the bathroom.

This was not the doing of her classmates at all. They surely weren’t this smart.

But that same night, Y/n found herself…intrigued.

Who was watching her? Who was so fascinated by her that they were taking these? And what did they want?

But then once more, the Polaroids changed. 

This time, the stalker didn’t hesitate to leave traces of himself on the photos - his hand resting on the ledge of her window, his knee just in the corner of another. 

And Y/n, through these small snippets, found herself with a rather confusing…crush? 

A crush on someone she didn’t know - someone who was stalking her, someone she didn’t even know looked like. 

Yet she couldn’t help herself. 

She felt so enticed by whoever this stranger was, and found her cunt throbbing at the thought of this obsessed man. 

The photo the next day only served to add to her crush.

This time, it was another photo of her in black lacy lingerie (which she’d purposefully put on in case her little stalker came back) with words scrawled onto it.

Leave your door open and we’ll see if you’re still a tease.

Leaving her door open would be a sign of consent, and she wanted exactly that.

Y/n steeled herself, eyes lighting up as she read the note. She could finally meet her stalker.

That night, Y/n had prepared herself.

She changed into a bralette, some very small shorts (not that she wouldn’t usually wear them) and some long, semi-clear, thigh-high socks.

She didn’t expect that the stalker would actually come, they’d probably be too scared, but she could never be too sure.

But no one came.

Guess someone was just doing it for fun.

The girl twisted a little more in her sleep, but didn’t budge.

The stranger let out a hum, sucking a deep hickey on the inside of her plush thighs, licking over it slowly, eyes watching as her chest rose and fell.

Her eyes flickered open, meeting with that of another set of green ones, distinctively aware of the warm breath splaying across her skin.

At least the stalker had…nice eyes? 

Y/n didn’t have time to say anything as the stranger dug his fingers into her thighs, pulling her body down. 

She could hardly see his face under the dark light, making out the shape of his pink lips, and dark, chocolate brown curls. He hadn’t even bothered to try and hide his identity.

“You left your door open,” the stranger said, his voice…a funny mix of accents, gravelly with lust, “like a slut,”.

Y/n could do nothing but gasp as the stranger ran his tongue over her clothed core, her body alert to his warm breath spilling across her thighs. 

A whimper left her lips as he yanked her shorts down with unreasonable force, dragging them down to her ankles. 

He tore them off in one swift movement, thrust to the side of the room as he crawled forwards on top of her.

She was acutely aware of the cold air against her core, not to mention the stranger staring at her embarrassingly wet cunt, opening her mouth to cry out.

The man clamped a strong, big hand down onto her mouth as she whimpered, eyes glossing over with tears.

“Crying?” the man sneered, “already? I haven’t even fucked you yet,”.

Y/n let out a whine against his hand, trying to squeeze her legs together and cover the heat growing between her legs as the man snarled.

The dark was a cover for the stranger, his identity covered as Y/n moaned, eyes rolling at the feeling of his lips against her clit, pressing soft kisses to her folds.

She felt pathetic for leaving her door open, she felt like a slut.

And she loved it.

The man was firm in his movements, keeping her exactly how he wanted to, his hand never leaving her mouth as he used his other to pull her ass back against his hips.

The small, cropped bralette was torn from her body, the material hanging in two as Y/n’s vision blurred with her tears, her face pushed into the mattress.

She shivered as she felt the tip of the man’s cock on her back, dragging over her skin.

“This what you wanted? To be fucked like a little whore?” the man sneered as Y/n whined, whimpering against his hand.

“Left your door open for any man to come and fuck your dirty, greedy little pussy,” his hand came down as a harsh slap against her clit as she shrieked, thighs quivering.

“Could’ve brought some of my friends for this filthy cunt,” he bullied three whole fingers into her one go as she cried out.

“You would’ve like that, wouldn’t you? Like a whore,”.

Y/n couldn’t bring herself to say anything, legs giving way as the stranger’s fingers brutally fucked in and out of her tight pussy, the tears spilling down his hand as he moved to squeeze her neck.

The man scoffed, pulling his fingers out as Y/n squeaked, clenching round nothing, the feeling of emptiness somehow worse.

The stranger, however, was quick to fix that.

A loud moan tore from Y/n’s aching throat as he slammed his cock into her, in one long, deep thrust.

The size was exceptional.

“Anyone could’ve had a piece of this,” his cock slopped against her folds, buried deep inside of her.

His member was thick and heavy, stretching into her, somehow getting deeper and deeper.

Y/n’s mouth hung open as the stranger covered her mouth again, silencing her moans.

He didn’t seem fazed by the drool from her mouth spilling onto his hand as he manhandled her body flat on her stomach, his cock twitching inside of her.

Y/n cried out as he started moving, jackhammering in and out of her, his hips pounding against hers as he pulled her head back.

His grip on her hair was tight as he thrust in and out of her, the other holding her jaw harshly.

“Open,” the man said, Y/n’s cheeks stained with tears, lip quivering as she parted her lips.

The man sneered, spitting onto her warm tongue.

She didn’t have a second to reply, his fingers pushing harshly into her mouth as she gagged.

The pad of his index finger pressed hard onto her tongue as she gasped, his finger coated in her salvia as he slammed into her, his cock pounding in and out of her.

It hurt, but the pain was drowned out by the pleasure, no- it added to the pleasure.

“Look at you,” the stranger said, Y/n’s attention drawn back to his voice.

It was like she revolved around him.

“Letting me fuck you like my own personal whore,” he grunted, voice gravelly and hoarse as he rammed into her, a pathetic mix of a whine and a moan on her lips again.

“I’m gonna tear your sweet little cunt apart,” the voice continued as Y/n balled her hands in the bedsheets.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” the man said, his voice hoarse, “about fucking this pathetic, needy little cunt ever since I saw you walking home,” he gave your pussy a harsh smack. His thrusts never faltered as he gripped her jaw tightly, groaning.

He paused for a second, holding himself in here, bottomed out, almost giving her a second to recover.

Of course not.

“Fucking slut,” the stranger scoffed, continuing his movements, faster and harder than before as Y/n moaned.

“Let any man ruin you just after a few photos…thought I’d have to try harder, but no. Too much of a- fuck- a whore,”.

A whimper left Y/n’s lips as the man slammed into her, holding himself there as the feeling of his hot, thick cum spilling into her filled her greedy pussy.

She didn’t protest, a string of salvia attaching his hand to her mouth as the man stood up, staring at the cum dripping down her thighs.

Her body felt weak but god it had been so good.

She didn’t protest as he manhandled her body onto her back, pushing her weak legs apart, taking a camera from the floor and snapping a photo.

A lazy moan spilled from her lips as he shoved a finger inside of her, snapping another photo.

The two pieces printed from the bottom as he thrust them onto her stomach, keeping two copies for himself.

“Put them on your wall,” the stranger said, “I’ll be back every night. Wait for me,”.

And wait, Y/n did.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝙸 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚂𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙸𝚝

The lads men and their nuerospicy adhd/add reader A/N: Your mental health matters and don't sacrifice it for anyone. These are a few things I deal with. Everyone's experience with adhd/add is different. [Requested by: luxis-journal]

Time Blocking

I have to be there by 5:30pm, but I need to shower and do my makeup so I need at least 2 or 3 hours for that, but I should give myself time so im not rushing because I hate being rushed and I know I'm gonna want to eat before I go so I should make time for that and picking out an outfit will take some time so I need to start getting ready at like 11am you know incase there’s traffic and im not rushing

Zayne doesn’t question it and just gets ready in 30 minutes while you still run around getting dressed Rafayel rushes you just to piss you off and immediately regret it when you tell him to leave without you because you’re not going anymore Xavier when you tell him the rundown of your getting ready time he’s confused until he wakes up an hour before you need to leave and you’re still getting ready Sylus happily just watches you get dressed while he’s still in bed

ADD/ADHD Pause

That moment when you need to turn the lights off, but you need to grab your car keys off the kitchen counter, but your jacket is still in your room so you can’t turn the room light off just yet and you need to grab your travel mug from the fridge so now you’re just stutter stepping in one spot trying to do everything at once

Zayne tells you to grab your drink while he grabs everything else Rafayel puts his hands on your shoulders and directs into your room to grab your jacket and then asks what else needs to be done Xavier quietly grabs everything for you Sylus grabs your chin, tilting it up to look at him and simply says “One thing at a time sweetie”

Nightly/Tired Zoomies

Hysterically laughing at anything and thinking of everything funny that’s ever made you laugh right before bed or when you get tired. Crackhead energy.

Zayne sweetly smiles while you tire yourself out and cuddles you when you lay down and pass out in his arms Rafayel is cackling with you and not just laughing, but also adding onto the jokes you both end up laughing until you’re in tears Xavier he’s already knocked out while you’re still up laughing at videos on your phone Sylus teases you the entire time which only makes you laugh more then makes you lay down because he knows you’re just sleepy

Non-verbal and/or Overstimulated

Those moments when you just don’t feel like talking and everything is pissing you off especially unnecessary noises

Zayne leaves you be and just sends you texts to check on you. Turns on your favorite show when he’s about to eat so you don’t yell at him for making too much noise Rafayel still wants your attention so he just lays on you hoping it would make you feel better. it works for a while until the sound of his breathing starts irritating you “Why are you breathing so loud?” “Im sorry for being alive??” Xavier leaves you alone and just leaves you little snacks in case you get hungry he knows you’ll come talk to him when you’re ready Sylus simply texts you when you don’t feel like speaking sends the twins in to see how irritable you are because if you get snappy with them he knows you’ll bite his head off

Vocal Stimming

A new random sentence or song snippet every week from “FLINT LOCKWOOD” to “Say its fine (fiiiinneee) happens all the time” to just random noises when the silence is silencing too much

Zayne just looks at you and goes on about his day Rafayel gets them stuck in his head now he’s randomly saying it too Xavier questions it “Where did that come from?” Sylus just lets you do your thing chuckles from time to time because he finds it cute

[revelboo]

Do you mind writing an Optimus Prime part 2? Whenever 😄 inspiration finds you.

Sure! Also, I just accidentally found out that a single post can’t have over 100 links in it by accident with my Masterlist... Guess I get to par that down to the first chapters of everything and add actual previous/next links to the individual posts to navigate within a storyline.

And I’ve had a few people speculating about it and tried to make it a bit clearer now on the masterlist: the IDW stuff is all one big continuity with Lost Light and the random kink snippets clearly separated as alternate takes/AUs now.

Gravity pt 2

Optimus x Reader

• “You’re going to give them a heart attack when they come to if you don’t stop looming like that,” Ratchet mutters and Optimus looks up trying to decide if his old friend is joking. Given the frown, Ratchet’s serious and he’s not sure what to make of that. He’d known humans were fragile, but your heart can just stop? From fear? “They’re a little banged up, but fine,” Ratchet adds as Optimus stretches out a servo to touch your still form and then hesitates. You’re just so tiny, he’s not sure he can touch you without breaking you. “Who are you giving this one to?”

• Like it’s a forgone conclusion he’ll pawn watching over you on someone else. Someone less busy, less weighed down with duty. “It’s my responsibility,” he says, watching your chest rise and fall. You’ve been out since he caught you and so very still. He keeps his optics on you so he doesn’t have to see Ratchet’s expression. Because this is his responsibility and his guilt. He knows it’s not fair to trap you on the Ark, but keeping the surviving Autobots safe is his priority. And the other humans seem fine. Mostly.

• “Bumblebee would take them,” Ratchet offers, a hand touching his arm. “I think he’d be glad of the company.” Shaking his head, Optimus carefully curls his servos around your limp form and lifts you. Hears Ratchet venting tiredly behind him as he walks out and carries you through the halls to his quarters. Trailbreaker and Hound both turning to look when he walks by, curious. Maybe it’s been a mistake to try to keep his people far from humans. Maybe not. Sideswipe probably won’t be the last to abuse his rules, but he’s not ready to trust the humans to not betray them yet. He can’t.

• Your head is ringing, sinuses burning as you stiffly shift and your body complains about it. Why do you feel like one big bruise? There’s a blanket wrapped around you, but whatever you’re laying on isn’t that soft. Something presses so gently between your shoulder blades that it’s a ghost of a touch then slides down your spine. Repeats the stroke. Lifting your head, you squint up at a huge face staring down at you and everything slams back into focus. The Jeep that wasn’t a Jeep. The wreck. Giant, alien robots. One of which is holding you in one hand while it runs a huge finger down your spine again and again. You start shaking. That petting stopping when it notices.

• You’re awake. And not screaming. That has to be good thing, but remembering Ratchet’s warning, he rumbles and presses a servo carefully over your heart. It’s not stopped, but it is racing. A little, warm hand lands on his servo, your eyes wide in fear as you just tremble. And he understands, you have to realize how tiny you are compared to him, how easily you can be hurt. “You’re going to be okay, little one. I have you,” he says, optics snared on that tiny hand on his. And he knows he’ll protect you just like his Autobots. Be sword or shield for you, whatever you need. You’re his to care for now, that trembling fear hurting him to see.

• That rumbly, deep voice sings in your bones where you’re touching him, because that voice erased any doubts. Blue eyes is definitely a he. And as crazy as it is, you believe him despite the fear. There’s an earnestness in that voice that’s almost a promise of safety. Wonder mingles with the fear still thrumming through you as you stare at those pretty glowing eyes and think that they look unbelievably kind. The thought almost immediately followed with the certainty that you probably have a concussion.

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[somebody-not-from-here]

Snippet of something I started on the bus home from watching Thunderbolts bc hooo boy did I miss Bucky

No spoilers just congressman!Bucky x media assistant!reader

“Well, at least you have a lot of online support.” She posited. “Especially with younger people.“

That piqued his interest. “I didn’t know the younger generations cared about veteran’s rights policies.”

She fiddled with the screen of her laptop, pushing it back and forth on its hinges, contemplating how to phrase her next sentence. “Well, it’s not exactly your policy - though that definitely helps - it’s more. Well, congress is filled with mostly old white men, you know?”

A scoff. “I’m an old white man. I literally fought in world war 2.”

“Yeah but… how do I say this…The other old white congressmen, with good policies, don’t have the added advantage of being the de facto sex symbol of politics, right now.”

Fuck. Worst possible way she could have said it. Proven further by the look of utter confusion and dumbfoundedness on her boss’ face right now.

“The- what?”

“You…” god. Her face was burning. “To put it plainly; you’re a hit with the straight ladies and the gays, uh, sir.”

“They think I’m…attractive.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why?”

That was a hilarious question to receive - from the man that pays her salary, no less. From the winter soldier, even. And the sheer comical nature of it all was heightened by how genuinely he had asked. Clearly he had never been literally anywhere on the internet, in the last year. How does she even begin to answer, not only something so incredulous, but also (in her non-professional and very much personal unshared opinion) kind of obvious?

“Well,” her eyes couldn’t help but trace his figure. I mean surely he knew he was attractive, right? She could only imagine the amount of girls he would have pulled back when he was just a boy in uniform on his days off from punching nazis and protecting the country. She wasn’t even particularly pro-military, herself, and even she could see the appeal.

Add to that the beard scruff and the hair you could only dream of running your hands through and those eyes and the fucking motorcycle-

“You’re just naturally likeable. It’s attractive.” Is what she settles on, so that she doesn’t sound like a college freshman in heat in front of her fucking boss.

Something makes him hesitate, then. Blue eyes assess her for what feels like forever. And, for a moment, she’s so sure that being blipped all over again would be preferable to the whatever energy that this conversation has brought into the room and has her face turning every shade of red.

Then he smiles, amused. “Naturally likeable.” He actually laughs a bit, and seeing Congressman Barnes laugh feels like something extremely precious and rare. Something she is getting an absolute privilege to see. “There’s very viable claims out there that I could have killed JFK, and you think I’m naturally likeable.”

“You’re mysterious! Dangerous but noble. Intimidating but not an asshole about it,” - and you have a great ass, she holds back, “it’s appealing!”

“ I have a metal arm that could crush a person’s skull with barely any effort.”

“Yeah! It’s hot!”

His eyebrows shoot up and she curses internally. Shit. “Um, that’s what the demographics say, anyway. Sorry. That was just my professional opinion and I spoke out of turn. I’ll just stop now-“

“No, no, please. Continue, sweetheart.” His smile turns ever so sinister and she’s pretty sure she’s going to pass out. “I’d love to hear your unprofessional opinions on why I’m appealing.”

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Maybe I’ll continue it. I have ideas…

[golddustwomanwins]

hi could i request patrick x reader where they’re kind of friends but he has a crush on her and over time he gets progressively more down bad and pervier (the intensity of perviness is up to you, whatever you feel comfort writing) and insane until he finally sees an in to make a move or someone catches him once. no problem if this isn’t your thing, your writings amazing and i love how you write patrick <3

I made this childhood friends because it was easier to write that way. Hope this is somewhat what you envisioned <3

LAVENDER HAZE

Childhood friends Patrick Zweig x Reader

18+

Patrick prided himself in the fact that you let him be friends this long. When you joined his high school, having moved new to town, he was ready to pounce the moment you stepped into the classroom, dark scowl painting your gorgeous features.

At sixteen Patrick was a teenage boy with only one thing on his mind and when he saw you in those jean shorts, tight shirt with low cleavage he shifted in his seat with straight determination.

To his luck he swooped in early enough, cracking through the ice that consumed you. Did you insult him quite a lot? Yes. Did you barely tolerate his presence? Also yes. But over time he got to know you better. While people only knew you as the cold prissy girl, too good for anyone in their school, Patrick knew that there was more to you.

You were funny and intelligent, and you cared a lot about what people had to say about you. Maybe too much sometimes. Which is why it was your default mode to scare them off in the first place, so they couldn’t get to know you and pick out all the flaws that would make them eventually leave you again.

You still didn’t show any affection in your friendship, which made Patrick crave it all the more. He was handsy all the time. While walking beside you he’d shove his hand into your back pocket, keeping you close to his side. When you’d reached for something high in the cabinets he’d step up at your back and get the glass down for you. There was no reason for Christ to touch your back other than he just wanted it to.

You didn’t mind. Patrick was the only person you trusted in your life and you were used to him being all weird about touching you. It was innocent to you.

All the years you two stayed friends and Patrick got to add more and more snippets of you to his imagination. When he was hanging out at your house you didn’t mind changing in front of him, his eyes taking in your cute little cotton panties with hearts on the fabric, bra cupping your bouncy tits perfectly.

His favorite time was summer. To see those legs of yours in a short skirt or shorts. Or your trips towards the lake, his sunglasses hid him ogling you for hours.

You’d always lay on your tummy, untying your top so the strings of your bikini wouldn’t leave an imprint on your skin. Soft pearls of water would cling to your skin and Patrick would catch himself wanting to be water just to be able to touch your skin this intimately, soaking into your bones and never leaving your body again.

“Could you put it on my back?” You mumbled as the sun bore down on you. Before Patrick could even think of an answer his body was moving.

You arched your back and hissed when the cold sunscreen hit your hot skin. Patrick’s rough hands slowly spread the liquid along your back and you sighed as his fingers dug into the aching muscles and knots. Patrick’s lips were parted as he moved his fingers to the side, just grazing the sides of your tits and he grew painfully hard in his shorts.

“Could you go a little lower?” You asked, stopping yourself from moaning out loud when his fingers pressed into the dimples in your lower back. Pictures flashed in front of Patrick’s mind. Situations were you’d be on your tummy, a pillow under you and Patrick’s hands on your hips as he slowly slid his cock inside you.

After that day Patrick used the image of the white cream on your back to fist his cock quick and mercilessly, cum splattering on his stomach in a matter of seconds with your name on his tongue.

It only grew worse over time.

He’d start taking things. That pink sequin bikini you wore the day at the lake? Stuffed in the drawer of his nightstand, ready to be taken out whenever Patrick found his hand wandering in his boxers at night.

You always wore that one specific lip gloss shade with golden glitter called ‘orgasm’. You thought you’d lost it but it found its way into Patrick’s jean pocket one night as he stayed over.

He’d start spreading the gloss on his lips, trying to imagine what it would feel like on him after you kissed him senseless. His cock was hard in a matter of seconds. His hand moved rapidly, tip leaking when an idea sparked in his head.

He opened the tube and spread the glittery gloss along his cock, groaning as his hips bucked up. He imagined your glossy lips slowly taking him inside, gagging when his hips strut forward. The whole gloss would spread around him as you moaned and took him deeper and deeper.

He spilled not a moment later.

Once, he forgot to wipe the gloss form his lips and when you came over unannounced you caught him.

“Is that my gloss on your lips?” You frowned.

Patrick sat up in his bed, heart threatening to spill out of his chest. “No,” he stretched his body slightly. “Was out on a date.”

You shrugged and plopped down on the mattress beside him. He slowly pushed your bikini bottoms with his foot down the bed before you could notice as you grabbed his chin with your hand. You turned his head this way and that, his eyes half lidded as they watched you inspect the lip gloss on his lips.

“Pretty shade,” you said, swiping one finger against his bottom lip and he was instantly hard again, even though he came just a few minutes ago.

You swatched the color against your palm. “The girl has taste.”

Patrick huffed a laugh but nodded. “Yeah, she does.”

Moving to college opened a whole new experience for the both of you. You slowly made a few friends outside of Patrick, mostly girls but Patrick could see the lingering gazes of other guys when you two walked on campus.

He’d had to watch multiple times when you both went to frat parties, how those douchebags approached you, their hands finding your waist, leaning down to talk in your ear. You always turned them down, your icy glare and spikey persona only turning them on more.

It was after all what made Patrick chase after you his whole life.

He was sick and tired of watching and he decided that if the situation appeared he’d make his move. He had to be sneaky though.

To his dismay, your icy demeanor melted slightly when a guy in your chem class asked you out on a date. You were currently standing in front of the mirror in your dorm, reapplying lip gloss as Patrick lounged on your bed, watching you.

“Is he even nice?” Patrick asked, arms propped behind his head. He was in his boxers, the California heat bustling through the opened window, curtains fluttering slightly from the creaky fan in the corner of the room.

“What do you mean is he even nice?” You looked at him through the mirror, lip gloss applicator hovering in front of your lips.

“I mean how do you know if he’s not an asshole?” Patrick leaned up on his elbows.

“I don’t,” you answered. “That’s the whole point of going on a date.”

Patrick huffed. “Why do you want to go out on a date with him when you don’t even know, if it’s gonna be worth it.”

You laughed and put the lip gloss down before walking over to him. “Why do you go on dates?”

He rolled his eyes before his hands shot out, grabbing you by the hips.

“Hey!” You squeal, chuckling when he pulled you into his lap. Your dress rode up on your thighs, your cheeks flushing when your pelvises met.

“Why don’t you stay here with me?” He murmured, his nose trailing along your throat, hands gripping you tightly.

“I see you everyday,” you chuckle, winding your arms around his neck. You knew deep down that this kind of behavior wasn’t normal for friends but it felt good. Patrick felt good.

“And?” He nuzzled your neck, inhaling deeply. He wanted to lick the scent off your whole body, burying it deep inside his system and never letting go.

“I have to eventually go out with a guy,” you huffed and he looked up at you. “Why?” His grip on you tightened, a slight possessive undertone in his voice.

“Patrick,” you frowned, leaning back slightly. The look in his eyes was gone a moment later and the sly grin painted his lips again.

“Just wanted to hang out with you, watch a movie or something,” he drew soothing circles on the exposed skin of your thigh.

“We can do that every day,” you got off his lap and grabbed your bag and keys.

Patrick fisted the comforter but tried to swallow his anger. “Is it all right if I stay while you’re gone?” At least then he could make sure that you actually came back in on piece and alone.

“Sure, I’ll see you later,” dropping a quick kiss on his cheek you walk out the door.

*

There was no time wasted before Patrick pushed his face into your pillow, his hips rutting against the mattress. One of your panties was wrapped around his cock as he thrusted into it, gruff moans falling from his lips.

What he didn’t take into account was the sound of the key in your door, not even an hour after you had left. He turned surprised, shoving his boxers over his aching cock, your panties still tangled around him in his shorts when you stepped through the door. Tears pooled past your cheeks and quiet sobs fell from your lips.

Patrick was still short of breath, his cheeks crimson but he was up in an instant, cradling your cheeks.

“What did he do?”

“Nothing just—“ a small sob escaped you and his arms wound around you in a matter of seconds. He steered you towards the bed, lying both of you down and you crawled into his chest.

“You were right,” you said. “He wasn’t nice. Didn’t think it was a date—he just wanted to go back to his dorm and—“ you hiccuped and Patrick softly stroked your back, pushing your locks behind your ear.

“Baby,” he whispered, dropping a gentle kiss against your temple.

“Is this my fault?” You looked up at him with wide eyes. “Did I make myself unlovable?”

There it was. His opening.

“No,” he protested, thumb driving over your cheek and catching a lone tear. “Fuck him, baby, you’re perfect.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, you think I’m lying?” He asked at the disbelieving look on your face. One hand wound around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

“When did I ever lie to you, baby?” He gripped your chin to make you look up at him, lashes stuck together with tears. “Never,” you whispered and he nodded satisfactorily.

“And you know I never will, yeah?”

You nodded quickly. One warm hand had slipped under the back of your shirt, exerting soft pressure. You were too distracted to feel his erection pressing against your pelvis, your sole wish for acceptance driving you on.

“That fucker didn’t deserve you. No one does, who doesn’t see what an amazing and perfect girl you are, yeah?” He still had a hard grip on your chin waiting for you to answer. You only managed to nod, heat rate slowly bouncing up at your close proximity.

Patrick smelled of sweat and musk, his cheeks still slightly flushed due to his earlier activities. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, his gaze dipping down.

“They should all worship the ground you walk on,” he mumbled, it seemed like he was talking to himself at that point. “If I—I’d worship the ground you walk on.”

“You would?” You whispered and it snapped him out of his trance, looking at your eyes again.

“You want me to make you feel better, baby?”

“How?” Your tears had stopped by now, a different emotion finding place in your chest.

A slow Cheshire grin spread on his lips at your words. “Lemme show you.” With that he pressed a hot open mouthed kiss against your throat. His hand slipped fully under your top, his fingers moving to unclasp your bra.

You shivered slightly as his fingers trailed over your spine, lips trailing along your jaw, slowly working upwards until he hovered over your lips. He bumped his nose against yours, looking at you with half lidded eyes and you couldn’t take the tension anymore.

Your lips crashed against his in hot fervor, wanting anything to make the ache go away inside you. Patrick was eager to oblige. His tongue delved into your mouth hungrily, his whole body on fire. Finally. Finally he could squeeze your thighs generously, rocking your hips against his in the process.

You moaned into his mouth when he got rid of your top and bra, his eyes taking in your tits. “Fuck, knew you’d have the worlds hottest tits, baby,” he leaned down to capture one nipple into his hot mouth, tugging at it with his teeth. You whined desperately, tugging at his curls.

Noticing your neediness he slipped his hand inside your shorts, fingers slipping through your wet cunt until he found your clit. Sparks burst inside you at the sensation and a moan fell from your lips. “Patrick,” you huffed but he didn’t hear you at first, too occupied with your other tit.

“Pat,” you tug at his curls again, making him look up at you. “Mhh?”

“Would you…would you be open to. I mean—I need more,” you flushed and Patrick couldn’t believe it. This was the first time he saw you unsure about something, you were the inexperienced one in this. Your icy exterior finally melted to its last beats bearing you right in front of his eyes.

“What do you want me to do, huh?” His fingers slipped lower and slowly buried inside you.

“Ohh,” you arched your back slightly, eyes fluttering closed. He curled his fingers as he pumped inside of you. “This?” He asked. “Faster, slower, tell me what you need, baby?”

“Just—ahh fuck—just like that,” you said breathlessly. Patrick kissed you again, more tongue than mouth but you couldn’t care less in that moment. Your hand reached blindly for his boxers, manicured nails dipping inside until both of you froze.

You looked at each other as you frowned. “What’s that?” You slowly pulled the extra fabric out of his boxers, holding up a soft pink slip with hearts on it. Slowly, realization dawned on your face as you saw the sticky texture stuck to the fabric.

You looked back at Patrick, his cheeks flushed crimson. He waited for you to react. To yell at him, to call him a pervert and sent him out, screaming. His fingers were still buried inside you and after a moment your walls fluttered around them.

He looked at you astonished and you flushed. Were you…turned on by his perverse actions?

The panties were thrown on the ground in a hurry and you two were only a tangle of limps, teeth and tongue. You pushed his boxers past his ass, too needy to do anything else.

“Condom?” Patrick whispered in between frenzied kisses. You fumbled into the drawer of your nightstand, ripping one open. A moment later Patrick pushed inside you, bottoming out.

You both groaned in unison, until Patrick realized how tight you were. His eyes widened as he looked down at you but you wouldn’t meet his gaze, too embarrassed. At his realization he leaned down and kissed you gently this time.

“You okay?” He murmured against your skin, sucking and biting and licking. His hips slowly retreated, cock slipping through your wetness and you nodded. Winding your arms around his back.

“You can—can go on,” you moved your hips to tell him it was okay.

Patrick set a steady pace at first, trying to refrain from coming right on the spot. He alternated between kissing you and watching your tits bounce with every thrust of his, the bed creaking as his pace grew faster.

Soft whimpers fell from your lips when he told you to wrap your legs around his waist. The angle only got him deeper, making you both moan in pleasure.

“Fuck—wanted to do this forever,” he mumbled against your skin. “Could only imagine—but I knew your cunt would be perfect just like you.” He huffed, his hips slamming against you as he pounded your pussy.

“Patrick I—“ the feeling inside you grew tighter at his words.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, one hand wrapping slightly around your throat as he fucked into you.

“You gonna cum all over my cock like this?” His hand wandered from your throat in between your bodies, finding your clit.

“Oh god—fuck,” you whimpered and bowed up into his touch, the sound of skin slapping echoing in your ears and mixing with Patrick’s voice.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, baby,” with his next words you were done for. You came around him, your walls clamping furiously around Patrick and it took all in him not to come.

He rode you through your high, fingers only stopping their movements when you whined and pushed at his wrist. It only took him a few more sloppy thrusts.

“Oh fuck—gonna cum, baby,” he murmured. “Fuck—you’re so hot.” A moment later he buried into you to the hilt, his arms slightly shaking as his face nuzzled your neck.

You softly racked your nails over his back as he collapsed onto you with a long groan. You both stayed like that for a moment until he had the strength to get up and get rid of the condom, before slipping under the comforter and pushing your back flush against his chest. He pressed an uncharacteristicly gentle kiss to the back of your neck.

“How you feelin?” He mumbled tiredly.

“Good,” you whispered back, his arms feeling warm against your naked skin. You could feel him already drifting off, soft snores stumbling past his lips. A slow smile spread on your lips as you stared down at the panties Patrick had wrapped around his cock, pre cum still glistening on the fabric in the dim light.