𖦹 ok hi im jane im 19 she/him i make edits and draw girl out boy and sometimes femcr (mostly peterick yuri)
ᯓ i love fall out boy like a lot.. im the biggest tttyg and srar fan everrr ⸝⸝ huge peterick and jete fan •ᴗ• im nerdtricks #1 fan and girlfriend Ი𐑼
⟢ msi, mcr, sws, ptv, patd, frank iero, cobra starship, ls dunes, leathermouth, dance gavin dance, isles & glaciers, get scared, circa survive, patrick stump solo
MORE NERDTRICK PLEASE, PLEASE, HIM BEING JUST A DISGUSTING PERV AND HIS WEIRD KINKS I'M BEGGING.
nerd!patrick x fem!reader
my birthday is this thursday so this ask was kinda like my present LOL thanks for this ask anon! whenever someone makes a patrick request 100 angels gain their wings <3 nerdtrick is sosososososo cute to me so ofc i got a bit carried away. i hope this was gross enough anon i tried my best. this is who i pictured while writing this :3
this is a continuation of the first nerdtrick :D
he is a perv,panty sniffing, foot fetish, he’s super obsessive, jerking off onto your things,stalking,bottom!pat, he’s got a very active imagination, period undies, foot fetish kinda, he’s a thief, he digs thru ur trash, some dirty talk, masturbation (m), mommy kink kinda
nerd!patrick who has way too much free time. when he’s done his homework he’s bored out of his mind. he was in desperate need of a hobby to keep him occupied.
nerd!patrick who starts to spend his free time writing lewd stories about the two of you. he’s always had a knack for telling stories so the words flow seamlessly onto the lines. he fills up pages and pages of his journals, refnining tiny little details as time went on.
nerd!patrick who was getting so bored of same old pictures of you. while the ones on your facebook wall were stunning he had jerked off to them probably 100 times by now. he was ready for a change of scenery. if you want something done right you have to do it yourself.
nerd!patrick who is going through hell and back to get good photos of you. he begged his parents for money making up an excuse about class dues and club fees. he blew every last dollar on the nicest camera money could buy, sneaking around
nerd!patrick who stays up all night to cut out the photos. only using the ones of your smiling face. he proceeds to glue your face to ripped out pages of a porn magazine he took from the gas station. he’s exhausted for his final exam the next day but it was so worth it.
nerd!patrick who looks at the pictures when he’s feeling especially needy. “you look so gorgeous y/n, you wore that just for me”? he says, fixing his eyes on the lingerie model with your face plastered on. he was sure your body would look one thousand times better in the get up.
nerd!patrick who has become a kleptomaniac. he finds himself swiping random things a pen you dropped on the floor or a wrinkled up piece of paper. he hoards all your things in a box in his closet. as time goes on the size of the box increases with the sheer amount of items he’s taking.
nerd!patrick who is not a stalker. he’s a collector of things. he takes extra special care of everything he grabs. he checks on it every day, making sure the materials inside were tidy.
nerd!patrick who has developed a thing for feet. he never really payed attention till you wore the cutest pair of open toed heels. in that moment he wanted to taste the red nail polish on his tongue. he willed himself not to stare,sneaking a glance every other minute. patrick wanted to embed this image into his brain.
nerd!patrick who goes through your trash. it’s not easy sneaking around your dorm looking for the dumpster but when he finally comes across it’s a dream come true. an old vibrator sits at the top of the bag like gold in a treasure chest. he eagerly grabs it and stuffs it in his pocket, excited to take it home and explore it.
nerd!patrick who stays up the whole night writing erotica. in this scenario he’s got you in his arms pushing you past your limits with the vibrator pressed to your clit. he spends two pages just describing your pussy.
nerd!patrick who is getting more bold as time goes on. he eventually learns how to pick locks via his shady roommate,pete. it’s not long before he puts his skills to the test breaking into your dorm while you’re in class.
nerd!patrick who is in heaven. your scent fills the air around him making him feel as if he was home. he’s careful as he looks through your things. he’s careful not to move anything too far out of place.
nerd!patrick who find himself pocketing quite a few items. little trinkets off your desk, a pencil, an old napkin with a nefarious looking stain all seemed like perfect contenders for his collection.
nerd!patrick who found multiple pairs of bloody undies in your trashcan. he can’t believe you’re throwing away all the cute ones just because of a little stain.
nerd!patrick who knows he should wash them before he puts them in the box. but the fabric is so soft and the little bow on the front? how could he not take advantage of this.
nerd!patrick who’s been going for hours. edging himself to tears with your soiled panties around his cock. he finds himself wondering how you react to the scene. he’s sure you’d be disgusted, screaming at him and calling him a dirty perv. these thoughts served as fuel for his horny daze.
nerd!patrick who goes out of his way to run into. partly because seeing your face brightens his day but also because he knows you’ll react in disgust..just as he planned.
nerd!patrick who wants you to step on him. to scream at him and call him filthy names. his heart starts to race when his eyes meet yours. you turn towards your friend whispering something in her ear causing the two of you to snicker. he imagined all the awful things you’d be saying about him.
nerd!patrick who is trying so hard to be quiet. the interaction earlier had him all worked into a frenzy. he was leaned against the door of a stall fiddling with his belt. “need you so bad y/n” he groans, holding his cock in his hand. he is so painfully hard. “i’ve been so bad..what are you going to do to me”?
nerd!patrick who is closing his eyes imagining your soft hands stroking him. “that feels good doesn’t it patrick? tell mommy how good it feels”. you’d say, your lips right next to his. he can barely contain his moan as he spills his seed all over the toilet seat.
nerd!patrick who is not ashamed of who he is. his love for you is undying there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. he just shows his appreciation for you in a unique way.
okay well marty is adorable to me if i could schedule an appointment :3 just a check-up (non-specific)
(am i doing this right? :3)
Marty Dressler Hcs (F Reader)
a/n: SO HAPPY YOU CAME BACK AWWEE, you should put a print 4 yourself for me to identify in this lab and maybe become a frequent idk this makes me happy!!**pawspaws** (this whole anon thing makes me feel like a puppy being fed treats ##sorry) Anyways here are some hcs of my beloved fish-freak:33
Cw: mentions ddlg and slight infantilization, breeding kink, incel-like behaviour.
- Just imagine Marty as your partner. You probably both met in a forum (abt fishes?? Probably yeah, we knew he liked fishes) You both had weird randomly-generated usernames so it was all anonymous until he asked for your number to become "bros" and then he found out you're a gir!! This was nuts for him!!
- Anyways, this man is NASTY I just know it, he probably smells like sweat, not even deodorant, SWEAT. He justifies it in "Deodorant is unnatural, an invention of corporations to sell us shit and kill us" (#CallHimStinkyToSellHimShit)
- When you first visited the terrifyingly small apartment he lived in, your stomach churned. It smelled HUMID, and it was obviously really dirty. Dishes stacked and bottles and more bottles of soda on his table. Cavern, sweet cavern ❤︎
- And I insist that man is a FREAK, and so you are!!
- He enjoys roleplaying more than you thought. It reminded him of when he was a teen and played board games like D&D... good ol' times.
- I just know he loves the idea of dubcon and power imbalance. Let's portray it as ddlg. He felt so protective of you, placing a tape over your mouth as you knelt in front of him. "Don't want the neighbors to know how nasty we are in here..." You're dressed in a light blue babydoll dress, white thigh highs, and Mary Janes; you'll be such a pretty "victim". He makes sure youre enjoying it too, you are, just looking at that cock drunk face and beautiful rolled eyes he knows he's doing a good job ❤︎
- Sadly, i think he' a little traditional when talking about values. He wants you to be his stay-at-home wife and have some kids and become a "normal" ideal family, trying to fit in that dumb American Dream (he's kind off an incel im sorry)
- So in that topic, he has a breeding kink. He really wants to knock you up and be forever with him. He's had such a bad luck with women that he cant let go of the first one that actually isnt repelled by him!! When he found out you were pregnant he inmediately told you with a big dummy smilenon his face "Were gonna be rich... were gonna take care of it so well if everything goes right like im planning..."
hey, love your writing- thinking about hiatus trick plowing thru half of chicago while he bar crawls and him generally being a sleeze. you screw him once, then meet him again, and he doesnt even remember you at all- but he would still crack again. youre not too bad looking, youre easy, and you dont mind taking him to your place cause hes got a girlfriend at home. liiikkeee becoming a regular fuck buddy, but he doesnt remember you more than half the time. never gets your number, never learns your name, but knows your body like the back of his hand.
all you need to do is love me
jerk!patrick x fem!reader
ANON U R A GENIUS!!! i absolutely adore jerktrick with my entire heart so best believe i will take any opportunity to write for him ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡thanks for fueling my patrick obsession i hope you like this omfg. love you so so much anon
warnings: patrick is oblivious, dirty talk, he’s an asshole, patrick is a slut, fingering,car sex, the driver doesn’t care, munchtrick, he’s an alcoholic, he’s rich (?),backshots, creampie, he’s a service top
everyone woman in the greater chicago area knew patrick’s face by now. a heavy set man, with long unkempt dirty blonde hair hidden under a grey snapback and a voice like a soul singer. he had a habit of buying every pretty girl in his vacinity a drink. he was so obvious with his intentions too. “what’s a gorgeous thing like you doing all by yourself”? he’d slur pushing another round towards his victim.
if he got drunk enough he would buy the entire bar a few rounds. always going on and on about how’s he’s in a band or all the places he’s toured. “i’ve made music with jay-z you know”. patrick had been kicked out of his fair share of bars because he just can’t shut his mouth.
while he he was notorious for being a bit douche bag somehow he was also known around town for being one of the easiest men in the state. every night he was taking a different girl home, not even bothering to ask her name. why would he waste time on names ? he was the lead singer of the biggest band in the world after all. evethring good should just fall into his lap.
it’s not that you were anything special. quite the opposite actually. you weren’t really his type but had a unique kind of beauty he couldn’t deny. and god you were so easy. he had you wrapped around his finger before you even finished your first drink.
he could see the stars in your eyes as he regailed you with tales from his time at warped tour or the time pete had banged him in the face with his bass.
“and you still played the entire show ? with blood dripping down your face and all”? you said amazed. “patrick that’s amazing. you sound like one hell of a préformer”
he grinned barely attempting to hold back his excitement with his catch. “if you think that’s crazy wait till i tell you about the time we threw joe from a speeding car”.
by the fourth drink he had you in the bag. you beamed and his wrapped his arm in yours , offering to escort you to his private car. the minute the door slammed shut his lips were on yours. it was sloppy and uncoordinated. the alcohol on his breath was sour. his hands had already found their way under your dress.
maybe it was all the martinis.you always made the worst decisions off a few lemon drops. or maybe it was the excitement of meeting such a famous man? maybe you were easy? who knows but you let him kiss you, moaning into his mouth as his hands trial up your thigh.
“that feels good doesn’t it baby? you like when i touch you there”? he whispers, tuning his index finger between your folds.
you open your mouth to answer but he uses his free hand to cover your mouth.
“i’m not talking to you baby i’m talking to her”. he applies pressure to your clit. “she’s to talkative tonight”.
you’re a mess under his touch by now. patrick couldn’t be happier. when you finally finished around his digits he was smiling from ear to ear. despite not getting off himself he was ecstatic to have his fingers covered in a pretty lady’s cum. a win is a win.
that night he went home, the world around his spinning but he still hurried up the steps, the memory of you clenching around his fingers was still so fresh in his mind.
pushing past his girlfriend, ignoring her complaints at his lateness he locked himself in the bathroom. smelling your scent on his fingers had him drooling. hurriedly he unbuckles his belt freeing his aching erection.
he was painfully hard. he yearned to feel your soft palms against his skin. patrick closed his eyes and imagined you there with him, drooling over his member.
it didn’t take him long to finish,his knuckles were white with how hard he gripped his shaft. “fuck..”. he wants to moan your name but realizes he never asked it. god he was a horrible person.
the next time your crossed paths was six months later. you had dyed your hair and pierced your lip. of course he doesn’t remember you. but what he does know is you looked good. “never seen you around here sweetheart”. he grins sliding an overfilled shot glass your way. you narrow your eyes.
“seriously? it hasn’t even been that long patrick? you took me to your house how can you not remember”? if he were sober patrick would have apologized, felt bad he put you in this situation. but he wasn’t. he was tipsy as hell and ready to fuck. “i’m sorry sweets, i meet a lot of people in a day”
“whatever. just leave me alone i don’t want to be your bootycallpatrick”.you roll your eyes at his poor excuse to save the conversation.
all it took was about a dozen more shots. all paid by patrick of course.
why did you keep falling for this guy?
he pushed you against the wall of the grimey bathroom. the putrid odor invaded your senses making it hard to focus on the man standing before you.
“let me make it up to you baby girl”. his eyes half lidded he was clearly out of it. clearly more than just drunk. images of the first time you met start running thought your mind..how can you resist.
patrick doesn’t wait for you to answer. he’s already hiking your dress up, not taking his gaze off your lower waist. “those panties are so pretty. my favorite color is purple you know”.
“i didn’t know actually”. was all you could think of to say. you felt small under his gaze.
he falls to his knees, gazing up at you with his hazel eyes. his pupils were blown out and he was breathing heavy. “y/n please let me do the honors of tasting your sweetness”.
your stomach did a flip at those words. as cringe worthy as you found his dirty talk you had to admit it was working.
patrick had his head resting on your inner thigh practically begging with just his sea green orbs.
“f-fine but don’t take too long someone could see us in here”.
you wanted to say no so badly. this man had just used you and tossed you aside. having the nerve to hit on you after forgetting about the most intense one night stand you ever had.
he’s eager when he finally makes contact with your sex. his tongue instantly starts to explore, darting from your clit to your sopping hole.
the wet noises that he made while doing it were nothing short of pornagraphic. he pressed his face deeper into your cunt, inhaling your scent.
this was the best moment of his life. nothing that had happened or will happen will ever measure up to this moment.
you could barely stand anymore the pure bliss of his tongue on your nub was driving you crazy. as embarrassed as you were with the situation at hand you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from your drool soaked thighs.
you never forgot about the man who knelt on the filthy bathroom floor to eat your pussy. you wished you asked for his number because you could really use a distraction. the entire day from start to finish had been a shirt show. you caught your short term boyfriend cheating with your neighbor no less causing you to be late for work. of course that was your third strike so now you had a huge report due you had to deal with probation on top of it.
you needed a drink asap. in the back of your mind you held a modecom of hope that you’d run into your favorite stranger at the bar. em
when you see him stumbling out of a packed bar with a another girl on his arm your heart shattered.
clearly he forgot you. again. you can’t bring yourself to even meet his eyes. you’re going to drown yourself in lemon drops shots and dance your heart out.
you pushed your way through the crowd deciding to order an amarato sour and a shot of vodka to start your night out the right way. the flashing lights around the dance floor were blinding and the crowd was practically roaring. as you drowned your feelings in alcohol you started to mind less and less.
why not just let it all go on the dance floor?the dj is playing your favorite mariah song giving you the perfect opportunity to make your way to the sea of convulsing bodies.
it was easy to blend in with the crowd of sweaty dancing bodies. you found yourself letting go of all your worries letting your body sway to the rythm. it felt good to just move.
a pair of hands grip your hips bringing you back to reality. whipping around you’re prepared to fight but your expression goes from shock to surprise. “patrick”…
he smiles. “hey pretty girl. i’ve been looking for your everywhere”. you can barely hear him over all the chatter. you don’t want to talk to him right now you want to move
“i’m busy right now”. you shout, pulling away.
you catch his face fall out the corner of your eye. your heart soars at the realization. maybe he did care ?
“aww baby please don’t be like that” he comes closer again pressing his body against your back. you weren’t shocked to smell alcohol on his breath. “i’m sorry i didn’t say hi earlier. my girl would have been pissed if i came over”.
so he’s a cheater? that makes a lot of sense despite patrick’s quiet demeanor he was actually quite charming.
you grasp his hand taking him out of the thick crowd and into the poorly lit hallway that held the bathrooms. the smell of vomit and old piss made your stomach turn.
“we’ve got to stop doing this patrick. meeting in these shit hole bars and fucking. it’s just not for me i’m not the kind of girl who likes hookups”.
he pauses for a moment as if thinking of the perfect thing to say. “i missed you”. patrick finally states.
you scoff. “i’m sure you did.more like you missed easy pussy”.
“i did baby..every girl i’ve slept with since i’ve met you just can’t measure up”
“that’s…comforting”.
sighing he runs his hands through his disheveled blonde locks. as usual it was clear he’d had way too much to drink. at this point you weren’t phased by it in the least bit. the smell of alcohol started to make you think of patrick.
“one last time? for old times sake”?
unlike the past two times patrick was not gentle. this moment was clearly not about you anymore. he yanked you into a cab,sitting restlessly beside you. his face was impossible to read.
when you exited the vehicle you found you were also brimming with excitement. the dingy motel before you looked bottom tier but the thought of patrick doing filthy things to you kept your head level.
the door slams and you’re already on the bed. the mattress was uncomfortable on your knees. you arch your back to the best of your ability. dress hiked up to your waist showing the same purple thong from your last rendezvous.
“i’ve been waiting for this baby girl”. he mumbles, lining himself up with your entrance. he didn’t even bother with foreplay. “i bet she can’t wait to feel me again”.
you cringe at his words. you were not drunk enough for this.
he rubs this tip through your lips using the wetness as lube. “all this for me ? really”?
patrick doesn’t give you any time to adjust. he’s merciless. he drips your waist with such such force you can imagine the bruise you’ll have tomorrow.
the way he repeatedly slams his cock into you it’s clear he’s not doing this for you. the entire point of this was to make him feel good.
“patrick that hurts”. you wince, attempting to move forward to ease the pain. his grip on you stays firm making sure you can’t move even an inch.
“you’re on the pill yeah”?
“no patrick. please don’t”.
he doesn’t hear your cries over the force of his orgasm. it felt so good to spill his seed inside you. he just holds you in place for just a couple more moments.
