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happy pride to all of robert sean leonards characters !
I'M YOUR MAN
warnings: afab!reader, reader wears a dress, smut, car sex / semi-public sex , piv , age gap; reader is 25 & art is 34 , sub!dilf!art later becomes dom!art, dirty language , teasing / flirting , pet names, bwc!art 👀 , affair/cheating , finger sucking , mentions of lily (and tashi with patrick also having their affair) , m!receiving oral , riding , swallowing of cum
circois: could this be described as a taboo relationship ? idkk
DILF!ART DONALDSON SMUT?????
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I'M YOUR MAN
warnings: afab!reader, reader wears a dress, smut, car sex / semi-public sex , piv , age gap; reader is 25 & art is 34 , sub!dilf!art later becomes dom!art, dirty language , teasing / flirting , pet names, bwc!art 👀 , affair/cheating , finger sucking , mentions of lily (and tashi with patrick also having their affair) , m!receiving oral , riding , swallowing of cum
circois: could this be described as a taboo relationship ? idkk
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you wake up in space without any knowledge of how you got there with two corpses for roommates. and oh, if it's any consolation, there's also another person—just that he's as disoriented and clueless as you are.
pairing: ryland grace x teacher!biochemist!reader
genre/warnings: fluff, domestic au, established relationship, major major angst, slowburn, loss, arguments
⤷ read on ao3
key: ❀ fluff | ۶۟ৎ angst | .ᐟ smut
chapter 1 - no ordinary love (3.2k) | ۶۟ৎ
chapter 2 - kiss of life (3.8k) | ❀ ۶۟ৎ
chapter 3 - by your side (upcoming)
ryan from the office is a slut and i want him
surfjan stevens how i love you
why is there an ad after every post
i wanna lick somebody's abs
AND THE CROWD IS LOOKING FOR THEIR CLOTHES
IS HIS OLD HAIR BACK OMG HE LOOKS SO FINE IM WETTTG I NEED HIMMM LET ME AT HIM
shii seduce me
chris just posted some pics and omg im inlove when he does his hair like that crap
i've been rewatching NHIE and i'm having dreams about paxton hall yoshida
❛❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟓 - 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐞 ❞ P.Z (Challengers)
paring - Patrick Zweig x weird girl ! reader … 🩰
synopsis 𝄢 you fall for Patrick again after trying to put a end to things .𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋
content 𝄢 hangover, mentions taking unprescribed medications, therapy session, crying, reader receiving oral sex, unprotected p in v, hurt/no comfort, angst, lots of yearning, patrick getting slapped with a pillow ♬⋆.˚
💬 𝄢 Nothing, just enjoy :) pt.4
You wake up from hearing your name being called and the sound of your door creaking open. “Hey, are you okay?” It’s your mom’s voice. She’s shaking your shoulder trying to wake you up. “Why are you sleeping on the floor? And why are you in your old dress from middle school? Did you go out last night?” Shit! You fell asleep on the floor. You raise your head and back off the ground. Which were both in excruciating amount of pain from both crying and passing out on the wooden floor. “I’m fine.. I’m fine..” You repeat, trying to brush off all her questions. You had no good excuse for them and you didn’t want to tell the truth. ‘Oh yeah I went to a party, then got fingered by Patrick, then came to the realization that he has a girlfriend and i’m just a home wrecker!’ That’s not something you’d like your mom to know. “Well you have a therapy session today. Get ready and meet me downstairs..” You gave her a quick thumbs up in response as she left the room.
You got up from the floor and lazily stretched every part of your body. Man, that was a really uncomfortable position you slept in. You stumbled over to the bathroom and practically got jump scared when you saw your reflection in the mirror. “Oh no…” You looked at your dried up mascara that covered your cheeks, your smudge out lip stick, and your patchy foundation. Your head was killing you and you smelled like alcohol. Great, not only do you look like shit but you also feel like shit. No offense.
You aggressively splashed water onto your face; scrubbed all the dirt and late night regrets off. You thought it would make you feel more refreshed but you still felt disgusted by yourself. Great, on the bright side at least you’ll have something to talk about with your therapist. Even though in reality it’ll probably be another awkward silent session as usual.
Once you were finally finished getting ready you walked downstairs. Every step was irritating your headache. Stupid hangover. You walked over to the kitchen to chug down a glass of water. “Oh good, you’re ready. Let me use the bathroom and then we’ll get going.” Your mom said, before giving you a kiss on your cheek and then walking off. You drank half of your glass yet your head was still killing you. You walked over to the medicine cabinet that has a lock on it due to the countless of times you tried to steal your dad’s anti-depressants when you were ten. Eight years passed and you’re still secretly doing that. Which is why you know how to pick the lock on it with a hair clip. When it’s unlocked you grabbed the Tylenol and plopped it into your mouth. Quickly chasing it down with water. When you heard the toilet flush you quickly put the Tylenol back and locked the cabinet.
The car ride to therapy was quiet as always. The last time you had a fun loud car ride with your parents was… Never actually. It’s like from the moment you were born you were just sad. The one time you actually had a fun loud car ride was last night with Patrick. The last person you want to have on your mind right now.
“Mom..” You managed to speak up. Her focused face softened up when she heard your voice like it was some rare thing to witness. “Yes? What is it?” You bounced your leg up and down nervously. There wasn’t anything specific you were afraid of saying. It’s just the concept of opening up that made your stomach churn. So you kept it bland. “I don’t want to hangout with Patrick anymore..” You answered quietly. Almost inaudible. You looked up at her to watch her reaction. She let out a soft sigh as if she was expecting this a little and she was sad you proved her right. “Why exactly? Did he do something to you?” She asked worriedly. “No he didn’t,” lie. “I just don’t want to see him anymore.” You looked down, refusing to meet her eyes. You didn’t want to see her reaction anymore. In fact you didn’t even want her to have a reaction. You just hopped she would say okay with no questions asked. But unfortunately that’s not the kind of woman she is.
“Then why?” She started off. You didn’t say anything back because you knew that wasn’t the end of it. “I just… I don’t understand you. I never did. If he didn’t do anything wrong why do you want to push him away? Do you just simply not like him or is there something you’re not telling me? Please tell me so I can wrap my head around this.” She had good intention. She truly did want to understand you. But how can she understand you when you can’t even understand yourself? How can anyone understand you? “I’m sorry mom. I just don’t want to, okay?” She pulled into the parking lot and turned off the car before you heard her mumble out a small ‘okay.’ You didn’t say goodbye as you opened the car door and stepped out. “I love you.” You heard her say before you could close the door. You turned around to face her again and you felt your heart pang as you saw the wistful look on her face. This ‘i love you’ was different than most of the one she tells you. This one sounded real instead of just pity. You looked down; putting your focus on your beat up shoes, knowing that if you looked at her for any longer you would start tearing up. “Yeah mom, I love you too.” And the door shut.
“It’s nice to see you again.” Your therapist said as you sat down. “Morning..” You replied. Minutes of questions being answered with empty sentences passed quickly. There we’re still a lot of time left though. It was quiet as usual. The only sound you heard was the ticking clock that felt like punches to your brain and your therapist heavy mouth breathing which was… aggravating. For once in your life you couldn’t deal with the silence. Not just because you actually had something to get off of your chest but also because this silence wasn’t the peaceful one you prefer. “I did something bad..” You said. She looked up at you from her notepad. She almost looked happy that you’re finally saying something. Of course she hid it well though. “What did you do?” You played with the hem of your shirt as you sunk into the chair. All of a sudden feeling a tight squeeze in your throat that was stopping words from coming out. Your therapist was a patient woman though. So you struggling wasn’t a big deal to her. “I umm.. I got with a guy and..” Your internal monologue was screaming at you to just spit it out but your mouth was tensed up and refused to work. “I don’t think i’m a good person..” You choked out meekly. You felt the wetness in your eyes start to spill out. You couldn’t believe you were crying. In front of the one person who can’t give you comfort. Your therapist just slid the box of tissue towards you and asked, “can you explain this more?”
You took the tissues out of the box and wiped your tears away. You then held on tightly to the now wet tissue like it was your emotional support blanket. “He has a girlfriend. And we got physical recently.” You explained to her. You only got two sentences out before the cries came back. “I want him to love me badly. But it’s obvious he loves his girlfriend more. I don’t even know why he would kiss me or anything…” You whispered through broken breaths. She wrote something in her notepad while you just looked down at your lap. She said some things that you should listen to, but instead you tuned her out and just tried to wipe all of your memories with Patrick away.
The second you got back home you went onto your phone and blocked Patrick from your messages. You wanted to forget all about him. Pretend everything that happened last night never happened. Things are probably better that way.
As days went on Patrick constantly tried to text you.
“Good Morning!” “Last night was great. I’m up for another round 😉” “Hey, are you there?” “Are you okay?” “Why aren’t you texting back?” “When you see this text me back!” “Are you ghosting me?” “Did something happen?”
All left on delivered.
It was early in the morning (actually 11 am but that’s early for you) when you heard a knock on your door. Nobody else was home, just you. You got up from your slumber and went downstairs to see who could it be. When you looked into the peephole of your door your brain instantly woke up. It was Patrick Fucking Zweig. What the hell was he doing here? You didn’t open the door. Just waited for him to leave. Instead you were met with a even louder and harder knock. “Open the door! I know you’re in there because where the hell else would you be?” Damn he’s good. “I just want to talk so open this damn door..” He said calmer but still stern. Your body moved faster than your head and all of a sudden your unlocking the door. He pushes the door open and walks inside, not even waiting for a invite, causing you to stumble back. He looks pissed.
“Why the fuck have you been ignoring all of my messages?” Patrick immediately interrogates you. Getting all up in your face and jabbing his finger in your face. “I umm..” You were like a bundle of nerves, voice was trembling even though you just got one word out. “Block. You are blocked— on my phone!” Your words messily tumbled out. “Why am I blocked? The fuck did i do?” He asked as he laid back on your couch. Some sounds stuttered out of your mouth but not actual words. Seeing him so.. Unbothered? Really messed you up. You ran your hand through your messy bed head, just making it worse. “What am I to you?” You suddenly asked. “What?” He sounded clueless. Like that was the last thing he expected you to say. “Get out. I can’t deal with you..” Your voice quivered as you talked, trailing off to a whisper.
Patrick stood up abruptly, he was about to tower over you but before he could he was met with a pillow being smacked into his face. “What the hell-” “Get the hell out!” You interrupted loudly. The most loud you ever spoken. When he didn’t move and instead just kept staring at you with a unreadable expression, he was met with more hits. “I said get out! I can’t deal with you!” You yelled at him, ignoring the growing tears in your eyes. Before you could get one more hit out you felt his hands suddenly cup your cheeks and crashed his lips onto yours. Pulling you into one rough kiss. You wanted to fight back and protest but instead you reacted pathetically and melted into him.
Patrick’s lips never left yours as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom. His arms felt great wrapped around you. So warm and strong. You really hopped this feeling wouldn’t go away. When he reached the bedroom he kicked the door behind him close and walked over to your bed to gently laid you down. Much different than the kiss you just shared. His hands traced over your nightgown, feeling every curve beneath it, as if he was trying to memorize it. When his hands reached the bottom of the nightgown he scrunched it up around your hips, revealing the buttered yellow cotton underwear you were wearing. You felt a little embarrassed by the fact it wasn’t some sexy thong he probably saw a million of girls wear.
Patrick moved onto the bed and laid in between your legs. He started peppering small kisses on the inner part of both of your thighs, causing your breath to hitch. Once his lips got closer to your crotch he began to tug your panties to the side. He didn’t wait for verbal consent. He could tell how badly you unfortunately wanted him. He started giving your clit wet, slow kisses that made you breathe heavier. Your legs began to shake as his tongue then grazed your entrance. When he felt you moving he instantly grabbed onto your thighs, not stopping his mouth movements on your cunt.
More moans left your lips as he started to speed up, lapping up your wetness like a starving man. You felt the tip of his nose press against your little nub and began to feel yourself get closer to your climax. “Patrick..” you said quietly, followed by a sweet cry. “Hm?” He looked up at you despite the fact you were avoiding eye contact. A high desperate sound escaped your lips as you tried to speak up but couldn’t. You didn’t have to though because he already knew that you were close from the way your pussy started to clench and pulse. “Let it out baby.. I got you.” He encouraged you before diving his tongue back into you. His movements were much faster this time, just to make you cum more. You started to feel your belly clench as your orgasm crashes through you.
You both laid there for a second, taking a moment to catch your breath, when Patrick pulled away and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He sat back and looked down at your flushed face expression. You were in such a satisfied state, giving you the perfect after-glow look. He couldn’t help but feel proud of himself knowing that he caused that.
“You know, you don’t have to wait for me to tell you to cum. You can just do it.” Patrick stated. You opened your eyes up more and looked up at him. “What?” Your voice was a lot more meek than expected. “It seems like you just kind of wait for me to tell you to cum. I’m just saying you don’t have to wait for my approval.” You honestly didn’t even notice you were doing that. It’s surprising he even noticed that too. Guess he’s an observer. “Take it off.” He nodded over to your nightgown. It wasn’t a ask, he was simply telling you to. You complied and slipped your nightie off. You then felt his hands grab onto your hips to lift them up. Putting you into a more spread out position.
You started to hear some fabric ruffling noises, which told you that he was taking off his clothes. When you looked up your eyes immediately fell onto his naked torso. You have never seen him shirtless before, but now that you have it felt like the equivalent of seeing jesus. Wait, you can’t think that… You’ve seen shirtless guys many times before. Like a year ago when you saw from the corner of your eye guys practicing football half naked. Or movies you would sneak watch at sleepovers. This is different though. It’s not a hot guy from a movie or a peaked in high school guy you only saw in the glimpse of your eye. This is real life. He had really good muscles. Like perfectly defined muscles. Not to mention the impressive amount of body hair he had. It’s thick and un groomed which out loud sounds unattractive but it oddly fits him. Your eyes trailed down his v-line, then happy trail that went directly down to a mess. A dense, dark nest of hair wrapped around the base of his cock.
“You horny thing..” Patrick laughed to himself, snapping you straight out of your trance of lust. He caught you staring and loved it. He was smug about it because of how much it fueled his ego. Made him feel like a god.
He grabbed onto his length, stroking it a little bit over your entrance, before finally slipping it in, making a soft moan escape your lips. Seeing you just split open on his cock made him practically salivate. How your eyes fluttered, mouth fall apart in a perfect ‘oh’, he would sell his soul to see you like this everyday. It was almost like a piece of art. He couldn’t help himself and his hands started exploring every part of you. Grabbing onto your waist, your shoulders, your breast, everywhere. He leaned down to press sloppy, needy kisses all over your throat that you’re going to have to cover with pounds of concealer next time you go to church, as his thrust began to speed up. One of his hands slipped down to rub his thumb onto your clit, wanting to get more noises out of you. His plan, of course, worked.
“God… Your so tight.. You a virgin?” He suddenly asked. “Mmhm..” You gently nodded your head. Patrick didn’t change his pace, but he did get much gentler. His free hand went up to cradle the back of your head, pulling it up to make your lips meet his. He pressed soft kisses against you, much different from the conceited persona he often presents himself as. He lifts your legs around his waist as he slides deeper into your body, making your legs wrap around him even tighter. When he pulls his lips away from you a desperate whimper immediately comes out of you. Not wanting him to leave ever. “Shh.. I’m here.” He reassured you gently, pressing slow kisses onto your cheeks. He felt so amazing inside of you. Pressing himself places you didn’t even know existed, making you cry out for more.
Your breathing started to get heavy, sweat dripped from your forehead, eyes struggled to stay open, back arched pushing your chest out. All from the intense love making you were experiencing. Patrick moved his hand from your head and moved it down to rub your back. His fingers sensually traced down your spine. He lowered his head down to suck on your breast. You groaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple. Your hand tangled into his sweaty, black curls. He had you wrapped around his finger, or dick, and you didn’t want to get unwrapped. You both were right where you yearned to be.
Patrick tried to keep his mind from drifting too far in a serious direction because he always wanted to see it as just a quick fun little fuck, but he knows you wouldn’t feel the same way. Hell, deep down he wouldn’t either. No one made him feel this good, this hungry, this… Desperate. When you ghosted him it broke him. All he dreamed of was your touch. Even if it was just a little. The simple thought of you holding his hand would make him wake up wet.
Your pussy began to clench around him as you suddenly bloomed. A warm released spilled out of you. Patrick’s thrust slowed down but went deeper than before. Both of you eagerly grinding your hips against each other, trying to drag on your orgasm. As both of your skin wetly slapped against each other your moans quickened and got louder. Hands gripping onto his shoulder, not wanting to let go. He started to feel his release build up and quickly pulled out. His hand that was originally on your clit left to stroke himself at a frantic speed. Low, rough groans of “uh, uh, uh” tore from him. He felt his body vibrate violently as he released his seed onto your chest and stomach.
Patrick slumped down over you, head stuffed into your collar bone. Your hands wrapped around him, pulling into a tight embrace. You gently stroked his curls while he kissed your neck. This moment felt perfect… Too perfect.
“Patrick?” He didn’t look up when he heard his name. Just let out a simple, “hm?” You hesitated before finally asking, “why do you only love me when I’m naked for you?” Patrick immediately stopped his kisses. The air in the room quickly became tense. You said something wrong. He pulled away from you without a word. He stepped off the bed and started putting on his clothes. “Where are you going?” You asked, trying your best to keep your composure. “I need to go.” He bluntly answered. His voice was completely empty. “Why? Please don’t go..” Your voice slightly cracked as you begged for him to come back. Just like old times when you had no one. “I need to go.” He repeated. He walked over to the door, opening it up. Before walking out of the door he looked over at you. Letting your disheveled look sink in. You swear you saw a flash of guilt go across his eyes. He turned his back away from you and walked out the door. Shutting it close behind him. You felt tears start to run down your face.
You couldn’t stop them, as usual. They were not just sad tears. They were angry, filled with regret. You regretted letting him in again, regretted letting him touch you, regretted letting him kiss you. But most of all, you regretted the fact you felt like you guys could actually be something. You felt stupid for thinking this could be anything special. You hated how desperate you were for his love. If only he could love you completely. Not just when you’re nude
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⨾ ss7 james cook x fem!reader
synopsis : after having a shit week, cook needed something or someone to help relieve his stress . . .
c.w. canon ss7 cook (no charlie and emma) , afab reader , established relationship , dry humping , rough sex , p in v , cowgirl , doggystyle , unprotected sex , slight aftercare ! mdni
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⩩ author notes : hiii so this is my first fic (that i've ever posted, not written) and i'm a little nervous about other people reading my work. i've been reading fan fics for years but never thought about being the one who wrote them! i'm honestly not even sure if this will work out long term but i really wanted to put this fic out there incase someone loves it. i've been in love with jack o'connell for 9 months now and have watched him in at least 14 things...
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