My love, I wish you many years of life, health, peace, protection, and prosperity for you and your entire family. May God bless you more and more, and may your dreams and projects come true; we are so proud of you!
Congratulations on every achievement, especially this year; you are a wonderful person and an incredible artist who inspires so many people with your work and your smile. May your path be filled with light! β¨ I know itβs your birthday, but Iβd love for you to gift us a romantic comedy movie (β β§β β½β β¦β )ππ€πβ¨
Yay! Okay so im responding to your response to me asking I thought doing it in the ask thing cause idkπ. it's basically Ed warren x Fem reader and it's very smutty where basically they both gave each other permission to wake one another up by using they're fingers, mouth etcπ€ and Ed wakes up before reader and decides to wake them up with sex so using his fingers, mouth and...other parts of his body and when they wake up he goes rougher π€ you can also add to the story like fluff at the end or whatever you want so you kinda have freedom with the story as wellπ«£(I LOVE ED WARREN GRAHHHπ₯Ή)
GoodΒ morning! π€οΈππ₯΅ππ«¦π₯β¨Β
warning: Too much obscenity π€π€
The day dawned peacefully, light filtering into the room through the gaps in the curtains as Ed awoke quietly, feeling a small hand holding his waist. He stretched with a low sigh and turned to the side toΒ observeΒ you, still asleep as usual, your lips slightlyΒ partedΒ and your long hair spread across the pillow.Β
"God, you're so perfect!" Ed thought as he propped himself up on his elbow and admired you for a few minutes before placing a soft kiss on your lips, smiling slightly as he felt your breath tickling his mouth. What was just one kiss turned into two, then three... What was meant to be a tender peck became heated.Β Too heatedΒ for him to hold back and remain only on your lips.Β
With a low growl, Ed began kissing your neck, moving down to kiss your breasts over your pajamas, or rather, his blue shirt that you insisted on wearing and claimed as your own. His hands slid under your shirt as the kisses descended to the middle of your thighs, nibbling at the inner thighs, making you squirm and whimper softly.Β
He held your legs firmly and placed them on his shoulders for better access to your body, his large fingers reaching for the elastic of your panties and gently sliding them down so as not to wake you yet. God, he was in love with you! Just the sight of you like that, half-naked, all wet just for him, made his erection even stronger.Β
"Why... did you... have... to be...Β SOΒ hot, huh?" Ed murmured between kisses on her thigh, before lowering his face to her center and sucking her clitoris forcefully, inserting two fingers inside her at once, making her gasp at the sudden intrusion.Β
His fingers went deep inside as he continued to suck on you as if he were drunk and needing youΒ more and more. Ed loved the way you squeezed his fingers, but you accepted it so well; your sleepy moans were the most attractive thing to his ears, yourΒ delicate face furrowed with pleasure excited him so much that if he continued to watch you he could come right there. EdΒ couldn'tΒ wait for you to wake up and tell him how crazy he was driving you, so he could fuck you the way you deserved.Β
Full of lust, he moved both hands to your shirt, lifting it to reveal your already hardened breasts needing his touch. He squeezed them both and played with your nipples, pinching and pullingΒ them roughly, whileΒ his tongue amused himself with your clitoris, sucking on it and patiently waiting for his girlfriend to wake up.Β
What EdΒ didn'tΒ know was thatΒ you'dΒ been awake for quite a while, trying your best not to make too much noise and controlling your breathing, peeking at him every now and then. You loved seeing your passionate boyfriend, seeing how impatient he became, rubbing his hips against the mattress for some relief while trying to control himself so as not to be rude. And you kept pretending just because you loved driving him crazy.Β
But then he realized... Of course, at some point he was going to realize! What youΒ didn'tΒ expect was that Ed would stop sucking you and deliver a hard slap to your pussy, making you scream when his fingers hit your clitoris, biting your thigh right after, making you let out a loud laugh of despair.Β
"Were you having fun?" Ed asked with an incredulous smile, as he looked up to meet your mischievous little face.Β
"How long have you been awake?"Β
"Oh... I just woke up... It's only been about thirty minutes." You said with a giggle, pulling him into an intense kiss while Ed reciprocated with the same intensity.Β
"God, Y/n, you're impossible!" He said between kisses, rubbing his still-covered cock against your entrance while biting your lower lip. "Look what you've done toΒ me,Β don't you have any pity on me?"Β
"No..."Β youΒ said, laughing, while Ed stared at you with that smile of someone who was planning something, and right then you knew you had dug your own grave and would regret it very soon.Β
Then, Ed hastily took off her shirt and attacked her breasts, biting and sucking hard, alternating between them until her skin was bright red. Before returning to devour her pussy while his fingers explored her inside.Β
"Oh Ed...Β thisΒ is so good!" You moaned softly, wanting him to give you more, running your hand over your boyfriend's sideburns, which you loved and which made him even more attractive, before pulling his brown hair to press his face even harder against your body.Β
You had done this before, but this time it was different. The way you moaned and grabbed his hair drove him crazy; with each passing second, Ed becameΒ more and moreΒ needy and rough. And itΒ didn'tΒ take long for him to bring you toΒ climaxΒ quickly. But heΒ wasn'tΒ satisfied yet; Ed liked to push you to the limitΒ again and againΒ until you were completely desperate.Β
You felt your insides burning with pleasure; the overstimulation was almost driving you to exhaustion as you tried to close your legs, but Ed's grip was so relentless that it was impossible to move even an inch. He was determined to keep you in place.Β
Β The way you arched and pressed your vulva against his hand. The way youΒ writhed. Seeing how you responded to his caresses... All of this made Ed feel a possessive pride welling up in his chest.Β Knowing he was capable of causing so many reactions in you brought him to ecstasy.Β
With even more desire, Ed increased the pressure, moving his fingers in increasingly rapid circles against your clitoris with greater firmness. He heard your loud moans, feeling your body tremble, unable to help but smile with satisfaction as he saw you were almost climaxing again. EdΒ couldn'tΒ resist and placed his hand on your neck, gripping firmly while cutting off your breath for a few seconds before giving you a hard slap on your delicate face, bringing you to an even more intense orgasm than the last.Β
Unable to wait any longer, he finally pulled down his underwear, freeing his thick, throbbing, veiny cock, precum already covering its red head, leaving you drooling.Β
"Do you like this, Y/N?" Ed asked in a low, lustful voice, tapping his cock against your swollen clitoris, making you writhe and beg him to stop these games. He laughed at your desperation, but you knew Ed liked to tease you and fuck you after you were alreadyΒ very sensitive.Β
Heeding your pleas, the man began to penetrate you very slowly, moaning softly as he felt your tightness, enjoying the feeling of you stretching around him, hearing your soft moans, feeling the burning and pain giving way to pleasure as Ed growled and fucked you hard, increasing the speed, thrusting his cock deep inside you, repeatedly reaching that point that made you scream.Β
You moaned loudly, feeling his large cock sliding in and out of your tight pussy, provoking waves of ecstasy with each thrust. With a swift movement, Ed positioned you on all fours, your ass sticking up for him, burying your face in the mattress while slapping your ass, making you scream loudly.Β
Ed continued his movements relentlessly, pulling your hair forcefully and pressing your back against his muscular chest as he showered kisses on your neck and bit your shoulders every time you squeezed him tightly.Β
"You like this, don't you, you naughty little slut?" He growled, nibbling at your already sensitive skin. Ed's thrusts grew deeper and more violent, his body slamming against yours forcefully, the sound of the impact echoing alongside your desperate moans. With each thrust, the wooden bed creaked and rattled with the brutality of the movements.Β
You tried to respond, but only low moans escaped. He was right; you loved it when your boyfriendΒ couldn'tΒ control himself and used your body to satisfy himself. But the sensation of him going in and out so deeply, his throbbing cock filling every inch of you, robbed you of any reasoning.Β
Ed gave her already marked buttocks another hard slap, making her skin burn even more, gripped her waist firmly, and suddenly changed the angle, beginningΒ to thrust from below, each stroke hitting directly on her most sensitive spot.Β
"Ahhh, Ed!"Β you moaned, without thinking, feeling him grab your hair and pull your head back, forcing you to look at him over your shoulder.Β Your body trembled with each thrust, your hands gripping the sheets tightly, trying to find some stability. You were completely wet, your thighsΒ glistening,Β the room filled with the obscene sounds of his thrusts and your loud moans.Β
"Look at the state you're in, little bitchβ¦ Why don't you just beg me to give you what you need, huh?" Ed asked confidently and disdainfully, taunting you as he thrust his hips deep, fast, and brutally against your body, while one of his large hands gripped your throat without stopping his forceful thrusting.Β
YouΒ couldn'tΒ take itΒ anymore,Β the pleasure was so overwhelming, each thrust bringing you closer to the limit, and then you came with a loud scream, yourΒ whole bodyΒ trembling and your legs giving way under the weight of pleasure. But EdΒ didn'tΒ stop,Β he kept punching hard, pushing you beyond your limit, until you were breathless, completely drained of strength.Β
"E-Ed... Ed, please... I want you to cum inside.Β I-IΒ want to feel you inside me, you hear?" You managed to form the sentence with difficulty, your face contorting in ecstasy with each brutal thrust, tears of pleasure and pain streaming down your flushed cheeks, feeling him deliver hard slaps to your ass that only made you press harder against his member, hearing him groan with satisfaction.Β
"Oh yeah? You like feelingΒ myΒ cum dripping from your pussy, huh?" Ed asked with a chuckle and a voice heavy with lust. But heΒ wasn'tΒ very accommodating this morning, so when he realized he was about to cum, he pulled out suddenly, leaving you breathless and empty,Β immediatelyΒ missing his touch.Β
He began to masturbate with quick movements, moaning loudly and rubbing his penis against your lower back, making you whimper and say how much you needed him back, but Ed ignored your protests and continued the teasing; he loved to play with you just to hear you beg.Β
"Your luck is that I like it too..." Ed said humorously and breathlessly, penetrating you forcefully, smiling predatorily, loving the sight of his girlfriend completely dominated and surrendered to his desires, moaning and writhing in ecstasy.Β
You felt a wave of intense pleasureΒ washΒ over your body again, making your legs tremble and your lips tighten. You cried out softly, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the sound, feeling the release of orgasm wash over you like a wave of fire.Β
Ed continued to thrust forcefully, increasing his speed as he pounded into you with more need, squeezing your hips so hard that it would undoubtedly leave marks by the end of the day. Until finally he came inside you with a loud, slightly desperate groan, because he knew how much you loved it when he was noisy and squeezed him as if he were going to break you at any moment.Β
After the climax, youΒ remainedΒ motionless for a few moments, panting and trembling slightly, feeling your wetness trickle down your thighs as you recovered, your heart pounding, feeling your boyfriend give a few slow thrusts. Carefully, Ed pulled out of you, patting your ass before spreading you wide open just to see your pussy and watch your sperm dripping from your red entrance down your thighs.Β
Unable to resist any longer, heΒ knelt downΒ and began to suck on your used pussy, tasting both of you and saying it was delicious. Ed laid you on your back while he continued to devour you with his mouth once more until you came in his lips, continuing until he left you completely "clean," kissing your clitoris one last time before moving up and kissing your lips delicately.Β
"You're such a buzzkill,Β you knowΒ that, Ed? I hate when you do that..." You say with a smile, hugging his neck and pulling him closer, returning the caresses, making him laugh and gently slide his finger across your nose, rewarding you with that playful smile you loved so much.Β
"Oh, stop lying, Y/n, you love it!" He let his muscular, warm body fall onto you with a chuckle, resting his chin on your shoulder while almost suffocating you with his weight.Β
And it was this duality in Ed that attracted you so much; he could be rough and dominant, but at the same time he was such a sweet love and such a caring boyfriend that he made you melt for him, while you received more tender kisses before feeling his hand gently brush a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.Β
"Stay here...Β I'll... make the coffee," Ed said between kisses all over your face. "And this time with sugar!" He said with a wink, and after one last kiss, he got up and headed towards the kitchen, finally giving you the rest you deserved.Β
That'sΒ it, girls! Thank you for reading β€οΈΒ (Please excuse any mistakes, English is not my native languageΒ π)Β I loved writing this fanfic and thank you so much for requesting it! I hope you like it as much as I do! π β€οΈπ₯° π₯° β¨Β
I was wondering if you take requests! I have a story that is smut and im trying to find someone to write it
Hiii, how are you? Yes, I accept and I'd love to hear your idea (β β§β β½β β¦β )(β β§β β½β β¦β ) Look... I started writing a while ago, but I'll do my best! πΈπ₯°π₯΅β€οΈπ₯β¨
Christmas present πππ₯΅π₯π«¦πβ¨Version with gifs
Hi everyone, it's been a while! βΊοΈβΊοΈ I have to say that Patrick's last photo at the gym was my inspiration for writing this, but I only managed to post it nowβ¦ I also have to say that Santa Claus came early this year because Patrick training shirtless and in white shorts was my Christmas present π€ππ₯β¨ Literally my dream (β β§β β½β β¦β ) PS: Enjoy the photos and video of Patrick at the end π₯°πβ¨
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Can someone write a smut fanfic where you're a young client at a gym in Atlanta, and suddenly, on certain days of the week, you notice that a very handsome, very hot, and strangely familiar man has started frequenting the place.
After a few days, too shy to talk to him, you finally find out his name is Patrick, that he's spending a few days in town, that he's super friendly and chats with everyone at the gym before leaving. Oh, you so wanted to be part of that conversation circle tooβ¦
But then, to your joy and delusion, Patrick starts greeting you with such a beautiful smile every time he sees you, even without having exchanged half a dozen words. And now, because of that man, you're only going to the gym to watch him work out.
To see how sweaty he gets, how his muscles get even bigger after his workout⦠God⦠HE'S SO HOT!
You'd freak out every time you saw him lift his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, when you saw him doing EZ Bar Curls, Bench Presses, or Push-ups in a tank top, showing off those strong arms. He looked so good dressed like that, and you struggled not to stare too much and unintentionally embarrass him. Oh, what you wouldn't give to have that manβ¦
One day you go to train at your usual time, eager to see him, but to your dismay, Patrick isn't there. The gym is emptier than usual, and the day has suddenly turned gray⦠So you finished your workout faster than normal, and when you went to the women's locker room to change, it was closed.
Great! Today really is your lucky day, Y/n⦠You thought grumpily, looking at the other locker room.
Your day was already terrible, what else could go wrong? So you decided to risk it in the men's, and to your surprise, it was the best idea you'd ever had.
Patrick was there, naked and wet, under the shower washing his hair with his arms bent while the water ran down his body. Wow, he has a beautiful butt! The only thing you could do was stand there, completely hypnotized by the vision of your dreams; in fact, this is even better than your imagination.
And you stayed there until Patrick opened his eyes and saw you practically drooling over him, then ran away scared, slipping on the damp floor, terrified he'd yell at you for spying on him while he showered and give you the biggest lecture of your lifeβ¦
But it wasn't my fault, it was an accident! You thought, trying to invent an excuse as you pathetically ran away.
Damn it! You can't even convince yourself, how do you expect him to believe you?
Unfortunately, from that moment on, fate seemed to conspire against you.
You couldn't manage to open the damn door and stood there forcing the handle to unjam it, desperately praying to get out of there as quickly as possible. Just as you were about to step outside, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back into the locker room, while you apologized, too afraid to look at him.
However, your apprehension dissipated when you hesitantly raised your head and saw a mischievous smile on his face, those blue eyes looking at you with a certain wickedness.
"Did you like the view?" he whispered with a smug smile, leaving you speechless, only able to nod your head, still embarrassed, in agreement with the man.
"Then why don't you stay a little longer, huh?" Patrick asked softly, beginning to kiss your neck. Holding your hands, he slid them all over your chest and toned abdomen, until he reached where he wanted.
Her eyes followed her hands as they moved over Patrick's ample chest, feeling his faster breathing and the warmth of the skin beneath them, then down to caress his muscular thighs and grasp his penis.
The difference in size between his and her hand was almost comical. It was so large and thick that her fingers could barely close around it. Seeing that Patrick was already fully erect (probably aroused by being spied on) and that she was enjoying seeing his flushed face, she took a deep breath and brought her hand to her lips, sensually licking it to moisten it while looking into his blue eyes, before squeezing it again and slowly sliding her hand along its length.
Delighting in the sight of Patrick throwing his head back with a loud moan, literally melting in your hands. With a mischievous smile and more confidence, you began to move your hands with more pressure, still very slowly, just to tease him and hear him moan softly, begging you to go faster, complaining when you pulled away from his complaints while you savored and explored that delicious body.
With an irritated growl, he dragged you under the shower, kissing your lips possessively as you finally obeyed him, increasing the speed, feeling his member tremble in your palm as he hurriedly undressed you.
Noticing that Patrick was impatient, you decided not to keep him waiting any longer. Standing on tiptoe, you stroked his hair, seeing the pure lust in his eyes before pulling him into a needy kiss, moving down to his neck, gently nibbling at the wet skin.
Moaning with excitement, you lowered yourself to suck on his nipples, scratching his back along the way, kissing every inch of his abdomen, literally worshipping that Greek god's body, until you were completely kneeling at his feet, feeling Patrick smooth your hair, eager to feel your mouth around his penis.
Holding his cock in your hands, you brought it to your face, kissing the already moistened tip with a wink, before starting to lick its entire length, sucking the glans slowly to tease him a little more while playing with the red head, listening to his soft moans.
Determined to excite him even more, you lifted his member up to reach his balls and began sucking and licking his testicles, letting out a giggle when you felt him shudder in your mouth and his member throb in your hand.
Completely aroused, you pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva, and began placing kisses on his thighs, feeling the water running down your bodies, hearing the⦠The man, unable to hold back any longer, you gripped his member firmly and began to suck his cock properly.
"That's it⦠Suck it properly, Y/n!" Patrick said softly, slightly breathless, watching your every move as he tied your hair in an improvised ponytail and began thrusting his hips against your face, eager to increase the speed.
Each time the tip of his penis hit your throat, you became increasingly aroused and desperate to please him. So you took a deep breath and began to swallow him whole, feeling the corners of your mouth stretching to accommodate him as your eyes watered and you struggled not to gag, unaware that this excited him even more.
You could feel that Patrick was already approaching orgasm, but you didn't want him to come yet. So with some difficulty you managed to free yourself from his grip and pulled away, watching his face contort in confusion as he felt you only masturbating him with your hand, becoming slightly annoyed at having cut off his climax.
"Fuck Y/n! What's your problem?" The man roared with a desperate laugh, breathing deeply as he threw his head back and ran his hands through his hair, missing your lips. You laughed, amused by the sight of this man desperate for you, licking his cock to irritate him a little more before returning to sucking his cock, trying to make your nose meet his stomach.
Patrick saw all your dedication to satisfying him and it made him harder and harder, eager to reward you for being so good to him. Feeling that he was going to cum again, he gripped your hair tighter, making sure you wouldn't escape this time, and took control, guiding your face and using your mouth for his own pleasure, your eyes rolling back and Patrick cursing loudly every time he saw you gagging on his size.
He looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world, praising you for devouring his cock so well and wiping your tears with his finger until he couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm going to cum, Y/n!" Patrick warned, hitting your face brutally and desperately, pulling away just enough to start masturbating quickly.
"That's itβ¦ Open your mouthβ¦" He said breathlessly and came with a long groan, watching you accept. Feeling the hot jet spilling onto your lips and face, you swallowed slowly in front of him, wiping away any remaining drops with the tip of your tongue and fingers, opening your mouth to show that you had swallowed everything, while his legs trembled slightly.
Patrick couldn't be prouder of you, praising you for being a good girl and kissing you passionately, tasting himself on your lips.
Without even waiting a moment to recover, he hurriedly stood you up, turned you around, and pushed you against the wall, easily tearing your panties, making you let out a little scream of surprise. You moaned loudly when you felt him rubbing against you, whispering obscenities in your ear while biting your neck hard enough to leave marks and slapping your ass for being so naughty as to spy on him while he was showering.
Turning his face to kiss you intensely while you felt his fingers slide down to your wet pussy, you tried miserably to take control of the kiss, but Patrick refused to give in, so he pulled away, biting your lower lip, making you whimper and open your eyes to find that totally smug, satisfied, and lecherous face for making you so wet.
"Oh Patrick, you say that like it's the first timeβ¦" You said cheekily with a mischievous smile, receiving another hard slap in response.
"God, how naughty you are, Y/n!" Patrick said, teasing your entrance before penetrating you very slowly, making you feel every inch of him invading you, stretching you, making you moan loudly and feel completely full.
"Fuck⦠You're so tight!" He grunted, starting to move slowly until you got used to the invasion. Going in and out of your tight interior.
Damn! This was more torturous than if he had been fucking you hardβ¦
Feeling Patrick almost completely withdraw again and then remaining still for a while made you sigh and arch your back impatiently, eager to have him completely inside you. You moaned as you felt his hot, panting breath against your neck, struggling to contain yourself. God⦠You were so desperate, and that rascal knew it. It seemed he wanted to return the favor you'd done earlier, and you weren't going to resist this time.
"Please, please, Patrick, fuck me already!" you begged, whimpering and writhing against him, anxious to feel him. This further inflated Patrick's ego, who enjoyed seeing you so desperate for him, the wetness of your pussy dripping down those beautiful legs and those pleading eyes staring at him. Today you would finally be his.
Unable to wait any longer, he moved and thrust his cock deep into you, making you moan loudly and see stars for a long time, claiming you for himself. While Patrick was using your pussy, gripping your hips tightly and pulling you against him, with each thrust you screamed louder and begged for more, not caring who was listening outside.
"You're taking me so wellβ¦" He praised you, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back.
"You like being fucked like this, Y/n? Like a bitch in heat?" Patrick asked with an air of superiority and dominance, giving your ass a sharp slap that made you scream loudly, while his other hand gripped your neck tightly, marking your skin, pressing your back against his strong chest, and his cock pounded harder against your pussy, making you beg for more.
"You dirty little slut!" Patrick's hoarse voice in your ear was your undoing; you could already feel the electric current running through your body, and then it exploded right in your belly. You were sure that if Patrick hadn't been holding you, you would have already splattered face-first on the floor.
He groaned so deliciously as he felt you squeeze him tighter, and he wanted to hear you whimper a little more for him. And suddenly, you felt his fingers release your hair, sliding all over your skin and beginning to play with your clitoris, prolonging your orgasm and making it more intense, while you writhed against his body and felt another wave hit you, stronger than the first.
Then, when your climax finally subsided and your clitoris was too sensitive for him to continue playing, Patrick pulled out of you and let you breathe a little, letting your head fall onto his shoulder and your whole body rest against his, breathing deeply as the water cooled your bodies.
It didn't last more than a few minutes, but for the man who was caressing your back, it felt like long and painful hours. And when you finally regained your strength, standing up on your own to get out from under the water, he stopped you.
"Where do you think you're going? I'm not finished with you yet!" Hearing Patrick speak like that and looking at you with his dark, lustful eyes, you couldn't help but smile. She shivered all over as she felt his hard cock against her stomach when Patrick pulled her back to him, his large hand sliding down to her neck as he kissed her hungrily, showing how much he still needed you.
With a swift movement, he lifted you into his arms, pressing your body against the cold wall, finding your entrance and thrusting forcefully into your vagina. Completely mesmerized by the sight of your breasts bouncing with the impact of your hips against his, you moaned softly before beginning to suck and bite your hardened nipples.
Ah, you were so happy that your hands were free to explore that body that was now only yours, scratching his back, pulling his brown hair every time he thrust intensely inside you, making you see flashes of light.
You could already feel his movements faltering occasionally as he thrust into you frantically, so Patrick stopped for a moment and changed the angle, reaching a spot you didn't know existed, making you scream, whimper, and writhe in his lap every time he touched there.
"Please, Patrick⦠Don't stop, don't stop!" you begged, feeling your eyes fill with tears of pleasure, and he obeyed, increasing the movements and force even more, hitting you with greater intensity, making you scream more and more.
While he fucked you brutally, his legs weakened as he felt you squeeze him tighter, and to your surprise, you both came together. Your eyes rolled back as you heard Patrick groan so deliciously in your ear while his cock twisted inside you, covering your entire interior, and you left nail marks on his shoulders.
And the two of you stayed like that, breathing heavily, moaning softly against each other's necks, while Patrick continued to thrust harder⦠until the film of your climax. Leaving you with⦠Carefully, letting his semen trickle down your thighs, leaving you slightly aroused again. You intertwined your fingers in his hair and kissed him passionately, still unsure if it was real.
"Wow, that was really goodβ¦" Patrick said between kisses, making you laugh and nod in agreement.
"Hmm, it really was⦠Thank you, Patrick!" You said playfully, grateful for the best sex of your life, kissing him again and biting his lips, hearing him groan softly against your mouth, while Patrick waited for you to calm down so he could put you down and finish the shower.
Y/n, what do you think about coming to spy on me next week?
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Now you're getting dressed, happy and fulfilled for having slept with the hottest man in the world and for looking at him shirtless right in front of you, wearing his underwear with a smug smile on his lips. Enjoying yourself as you watch his flushed face, and observing you gather the courage to leave that locker room after all the noise you made.
That's it! I hope you enjoyed it And I wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! π₯³ππ₯π₯°β¨
A bonus of photos π€ππβ¨:
This photo drove me crazy and was great for my imagination (β β§β β½β β¦β )π₯΅π
Hey everyone βΊοΈ how are you? I hope so π₯° I just wanted to share with you my birthday cake from last year because I thought it was so beautiful and I fell completely in love π Of course, all thanks to our honorable Patrick Wilson (β β§β β½β β¦β )(β β κβ α΄β κβ ) π»
(Ps: when I win this year's cake, I'll show you π₯°β¨)
Hey everyone βΊοΈβΊοΈ I've wanted to write a Josh Lambert fanfic request for a long time. I had several ideas (very good ones lol), but none of them really caught my eye. Until recently, I thought of something really good, and I've never read a fanfic like it, so I got so excited that I basically wrote it all lol π₯Ήπ₯°
Wellβ¦ since I don't know how to write yet, I ask that you forgive me lol, and I really hope you like it. By the way, October 18th was my birthday! So if anyone wants to give me a Patrick Wilson fanfic or any of his characters as a gift, I would love it β€οΈππ (By the way, I really wanted to post this fanfic before the 18th)
Can someone write a smut fanfic where Y/n is a young student who's always had a crush on Mr. Lambert, a senior teacher?
Josh was so handsome, so kind and playful, and he had a great sense of humor⦠Y/n only went to school because of him, and now he was finally her teacher. She was so excited, and now that she had classes with him, she realized he was even more handsome than she'd imagined.
Y/n spent the entire class pretending to pay attention to the explanation, when in reality, she was busy and obsessed with imagining the things she would do to him. She watched the way his hands moved as he spoke, the fabric of his dress shirt emphasizing his strong arms and the buttons seeming to struggle to stay in place.
Every now and then, he would run his tongue over his lips, lightly moistening them, and that was enough to leave you entranced. And with every smirk that appeared on his face, you smiled back, feeling your heart race.
When the rain picked up, Josh insisted on giving you a ride home, and you accepted, trying to hide how fast your heart was beating, trying your best not to show how much you were in love the whole way, while he chatted with you, smiling and relaxed.
A few days later, you ran into each other again at a party. By chance, you'd gone with your parents and had no idea he'd be there. The surprise was mutual, and he looked even more handsome outside of school, slightly shaken by the sight of you. Then, the two of you started talking, and when Y/n headed toward the bar to get a drink, Josh immediately stopped her, but soon discovered she was of legal age, which made him feel a slight pang of relief. Even so, he continued to stare at her with that suspicious look as she sipped her drink, making Y/n laugh embarrassedly.
The dark room made your heart race even faster as you talked, even closer because of the loud music. Your gazes became too lingering, your smiles less and less shy, and the tension between you was palpable. Then Josh ended the distance and finally kissed her. The first kiss happened right there, intense and right in front of everyone. Y/n was so into it that she didn't even care if her parents were watching.
He held your hands and led you to a far corner of the party, where the kiss deepened even further. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, and you could feel his strong body against yours, the bulge in his jeans pressing against your stomach as his kiss trailed down your delicate neck, leaving red marks on your skin.
God⦠were you really kissing your teacher?? Was he actually turned on by you??? Y/n still couldn't believe she was completely limp and surrendered in his arms, feeling Josh grab your ass hungrily, exploring every inch of your body. It was already dawn when your parents started calling to let you know they were leaving, and so you reluctantly said goodbye, afraid it was all a dream.
Everything continued as normal, and the fact that you were having sex gave you even more motivation to go to class, to see how sexy he looked sitting at that table, staring at you with that smug smile while you smiled at the thought of sitting on his lap and having that man all to yourself. Oh, it was heavenβ¦
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On a normal school day, everything was going well until a group of girls started humiliating her friend all day long. By the time the last class arrived, Y/n was already irritated enough to ignore the teasing. As she approached the door, she noticed a murmur around her classmate's desk:
"Look at that" one of them said, pointing to her classmate's simple dress. "It looks like she bought it at her grandmother's thrift store again." "No, worse," another added, laughing. "She must have inherited it from her dead mother's mother, but it seems they don't have a mirror at homeβ¦"
The laughter echoed, acidic, and Y/n rolled her eyes, entering the room without losing her light tone: "Wow, what a mature comment. Did you guys rehearse that during recess, or did it just come naturally?"
Sarcasm cut through the air. The girls glanced at each other, irritated. "What are you defending? Have you become a lawyer for the rejected?" = one scoffed, looking her up and down. "Oh, right⦠now I get it, you two must exchange fashion advice, one worse than the other."
Laughter was widespread. Her friend lowered her face, embarrassed, and that's when Y/n felt her blood boil, but the sarcasm didn't fade and she said with a mocking smile: "Funny, huh?" She stopped in front of them, her voice firm and her gaze sharp. "You're quick to talk bad about others, but when it comes to minding your own businessβ¦ okay, I understand! It must be scary to be youβ¦ It's so sadβ¦"
The silence that followed was heavy, the tension cut like a razor. And it was at that exact moment that the door opened.
Josh walked in after a hard day, corrections folder in hand, his eyes weary, frozen when he saw Y/n standing there, her face slightly red, breathing faster than usual. "What's going on here?" he asked, his voice firm.
The girls remained silent, looking at each other and shrugging as if nothing had happened.
Y/n took a second to think, but was interrupted before she could even answer. "Sit down. Now." His tone was cold, authoritative, with no room for explanation, looking directly at Y/n, who was still standing. She took a deep breath and obeyed, sitting down slowly, but her heart was still pounding. Anger, embarrassment, and frustration mingled, and Josh's dry manner, without even trying to understand, only worsened it, and the rest of the class became a blur.
Y/n struggled to stay focused, but every word written on the board seemed to slip from her mind. Her face was still burning, not only from what the girls had said, but also from the dry and distant way Josh had spoken to her.
Her friend beside her was still shaking a little, trying to hold back her tears, and Y/n, her heart aching, leaned in discreetly. "Heyβ¦ ignore it, okay? They're idiots." β she whispered softly, trying to comfort.
But the sound caught Josh's attention, and he turned slowly, his gaze already impatient. "Miss Y/n, I asked you to concentrate, didn't I?"
His voice echoed coldly through the room, and she swallowed hard. "I was just..." "I didn't ask for an explanation," he interrupted harshly, glaring at her angrily before turning back to the board. Apparently, his day hadn't been easy either⦠A shiver ran through her body, and her lips trembled with anger when she heard his voice; it was the first time he'd spoken to her like that.
Her friend looked at her guiltily, apologizing softly, then asking to go to the bathroom immediately after seeing Y/n force a smile. "It's okay, reallyβ¦" she murmured, but her voice cracked.
But the movement caught Josh's attention again, interrupting the explanation he was trying to resume. He looked up, his expression already tense. "Is that possible, Y/n, or are you really going to keep disrupting the entire class?" His voice was sharper this time, quite different from the sweet, calm man who made her laugh until she was breathless that Y/n knew. She bit her lip, holding back her angry retort, her face flushed. Damn! What's gotten into him today? His gaze was sterner than usual, and he never needed to call her out.
"Sorry, Professor." she murmured, embarrassed, but the atmosphere between them had already soured.
Minutes later, Josh had to leave the room to take care of something with the coordinator. As soon as the door closed, the group of girls started laughing again. "See? Even the teacher can't stand her" one said, laughing. "You must have loved the lecture, right?" "I bet it was the highlight of her day," the other added.
You tried to ignore it, already upset, and things started to calm down, but soon one of them blurted out loud when she saw her classmate return to the room: "Oh, for God's sake, someone take those clothes to be donated before she comes to class dressed the same again!"
The laughter echoed, and another added: "That must be why no one sits next to herβ¦" "It's true!"
Y/n felt her patience completely lost, standing up so quickly her chair scraped across the floor. "The only truth here is that you need to humiliate someone to feel like you're enough!" she said with disdain, her voice firm, her eyes furious. "Congratulations, you managed to look pathetic enough."
The girls were so offended that they managed to remain silent for two minutes, while the class enjoyed the situation, until the bully, feeling humiliated, stood up and pushed her friend's notebook off the table, letting it fall to the floor with a loud thud. "Oops," she said, with a mocking smile.
Y/n lost control. She grabbed the girl's notebook and threw it hard, scattering the papers across the floor. The sound echoed as the laughter grew louder. And, as if fate wanted to watch everything fall apart, Josh walked in at the same time.
His expression changed instantly. His look of surprise, then confusion, and finally fury, chilling the entire room.
"What's going on here?!" His deep, authoritative voice cut through the air.
No one answered. Only Y/n, standing next to her desk, breathing rapidly, her face flushed, and her eyes watering.
"I'm talking to you, Y/n. Do you want to explain what's going on?"
She tried to say something, but her words came out shaky.
"They started it" "I'm not asking who started it!" he interrupted, his tone firm, genuinely angry. "I'm asking what you thought you were doing."
She blinked, her heart racing. "But I didn't do anything wrong, they..." "Are you still talking back?" His voice rose, firm, icy. "Enough. I've already lost my temper. I've called you out twice today, and now I find this?"
"This is ridiculous. What's your problem? Didn't you realize I was just defending someone, not making a mess!" It was the first time she'd spoken to him like that. And it was enough to make him change.
Josh crossed his arms, looking her up and down, his expression grim. "It's not your place to decide what's messy or not here, young lady!" The coldness in his tone made her chest tighten. He spoke in such an angry voice⦠she always knew he could be angry sometimes, but she'd never seen him so irritated before.
She was silent for a moment, feeling her pride boil and her heart pound. Then, her emotions raw, she answered awkwardly. You barely thought, and the words simply tumbled out of your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise, and regret came instantly when you saw his face harden as soon as he heard her words.
"Oh, spare me, you weren't even here to see what happened!" If he was already irritated before, imagine now⦠Y/n could feel her body trembling with adrenaline, fear, and anxiety. God⦠you didn't mean to say that.
Josh stood still for a second, his jaw clenched, his gaze dark. "Grab your things and go to the office." He looked at you seriously, his voice low and firm.
Her soul froze upon hearing him say that. "But, Mr. Lambert, Iβ¦" Y/n tried to explain, her voice breaking, but Josh was adamant and grew even angrier. "I don't care, Y/n! Get out of the room, now!"
The sentence hit her like a punch. Pride and guilt mixed, and before she could control herself, Y/n felt her eyes fill with tears and her throat close. He didn't have to treat her that way; it was okay that you answered him rudely, but still⦠So, with no choice, she stomped out of the room, her heart shattered and anger pounding in her chest, slamming the door behind her.
When silence fell again, Josh ran his hand over his face in frustration, taking a deep breath, trying to contain himself as he saw the girls trying to hide a cynical smirk. When he finished explaining, he called his friend outside to talk to him, to understand what was happening. She told him about the other students' nasty actions and that Y/n was only defending her, starting to cry in front of him. Josh consoled her and apologized for being so harsh, but he needed to fulfill his role as a teacher and act like one.
Then, calmly and more understandingly, Josh told her she didn't need to attend class until she felt better. And when the teacher returned to the classroom, she could hear his angry, authoritative voice, scolding the students, giving the biggest lecture she'd ever heard. He was genuinely angry, saying they would all go to the principal's office tomorrow, that no one would get away with it.
Thankfully, Y/n didn't receive any warnings for disrupting class or talking back to teachers, as she wasn't that kind of student and had never been in trouble before. So the principal was very understanding and listened to what happened. After a long conversation, you returned to the classroom, but you didn't want to go in at all. Taking a deep breath, you gathered your courage and entered, knocking on the door before sitting in your seat, not looking at him and not bothering to pay attention in class, which only made your teacher even more furious.
When the bell finally rang, Josh was still finishing his explanation, but he gave you permission to leave. "Not you, Y/n" he said, his cold eyes sending chills down your spine, warning you that you would be given detention for being so insolent. Y/n wanted to say that the principal hadn't mentioned any punishment after class, but since he was still very angry, he didn't bother to respond, unintentionally making things worse. Then everyone got up to leave, except you, some looked at you with pity, others laughed and found the situation amusing.
After organizing his things on the table, he left the room, leaving you alone. He went to the office to tell your parents and then to the teachers' lounge to get some coffee and chat with his classmates while he thought about what he would do with you. He left you sitting there, bored and terrified, knowing you were going to be screwed when you got home. Josh made sure to take as long as possible, simply because he knew you hated waiting.
When Mr. Lambert returned, after an eternity, he sat down, staring at you with those unreadable blue eyes whenever he wanted, and pushed away from the table with a sigh, calling to you in a low voice.
"Come here." You didn't make him repeat himself and obeyed immediately, walking slowly toward you until you were standing in front of you.
"Now lie downβ¦" Josh ordered, pointing to his lap as you froze, staring at him in confusion and complete embarrassment.
Did he really tell you to do that?? Here at school???
"Didn't you hear me? Lie down!" He reinforced, so you obeyed, embarrassed and slightly aroused, wanting to laugh at the situation. However, your laughter died in your throat at the exact moment you felt his heavy hand suddenly slap your ass hard, making you cry out in fright and pain, and it seemed to have lightened his mood a little.
"I think you better stay quietly unless you want anyone to come in hereβ¦" Josh said good-naturedly, with a sideways smile, landing more slaps immediately after, without pause, while the young woman closed her eyes and bit her lip to contain her moans, feeling his cock pressing ever harder against her belly, feeling your teacher caress your red skin through the fabric from time to time and pushing you to your knees when he was too hard to continue.
"Now you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you, Y/n?" He asked softly, smoothing your brown locks as you nodded, making him smile.
"Then open your mouth so I can use you however I want," Josh said, his voice husky with lust. He gripped your hair tightly, stood up, and slowly unzipped his zipper with his other hand as you watched intently.
God⦠this view is amazing! Y/n tried not to smile, but it was impossible with him staring at her with raised eyebrows, knowing she was loving every second of it.
He pulled out his member and massaged it right in front of your face, making you smile involuntarily as he teased you, enjoying your reactions every time he slapped his cock against your cheek. He watched your eyes close reflexively at the weight of it on your face. He rubbed the pink head slowly against your lips, making you feel the pre-cum and desperate to suck it all off.
Then, when Josh finally got tired of playing and allowed you to touch him, he threw his head back, watching Y/n begin to suck his cock, feeling her lick every inch and every vein, playing with his sensitive tip just to get back at you for the teasing.
He delighted himself and let you have some fun, before tying your hair into a ponytail and starting to guide the rhythm, making you swallow his entire length, moaning softly every time you choked around him, increasing the speed of his movements even more, pressing his hips against your face from time to time and leaving you still until you needed to breathe again.
It felt so good, and just the sight of you kneeling between his legs was making him lose control. But he didn't want to come yet, so with great difficulty, he pulled away when he felt close. He bent down to your level, wiped your tears with his thumbs, and kissed your lips, tasting himself on your lips.
"Godβ¦ you were so good to meβ¦" Josh praised against your mouth, deepening the kiss immediately before laying you down on the table and hiking up your skirt, pushing your panties aside as he commented something about how wet you were for him. He teased your entrance before starting to fuck you hard, making you moan and cry out loudly as he increased the speed of his thrusts without giving you time to get used to his size.
Since Y/n was a virgin until she met him, she wasn't yet accustomed to feeling him inside her. Normally, Josh is very affectionate and concerned about your comfort. But today that's not the case, all he wants now is to use your pussy and take out the anger you made him go through, punishing you brutally and the only thing you can do is accept it.
But what Josh didn't know, or at least Y/n thought she didn't, was that she was loving this side of him, so domineering, rough, and demanding. Slapping your face and ass, talking dirty to you, making you tighten your grip, cursing you softly as you watched his face contort with lust, content to hear you moan as he played with your sensitive clit. Always pushing you to the edge just to hear you whimper and beg, feeling him leave purple marks on your neck and lift your shirt, exposing your breasts for him to play with and suck at will.
Your teacher gripped your waist and neck so tightly that you were sure you'd be marked the next day, and by the way your hips suddenly trembled, Y/n could feel he was almost there. But first, as usual, Josh made sure to make you come. Then, your orgasm came intensely, one after the other as he continues to stimulate you, increasing the strength and rhythm of his thrusts, until he finally spills himself inside you, collapsing on top of your small body soon after, sighing softly and panting, stroking your hair, now calmer.
After composing himself, Josh stood up and pulled his cock out of you, hearing you groan at the empty feeling of wanting him back, making him laugh as he helped you sit up and straighten your clothes.
Standing between your legs, Josh kissed you gently, feeling your hands wrap around his neck. He thanked you and apologized for being so rough earlier, and you stayed like that for a long time, just enjoying each other's company and the magical moment.
Y/n was packing her things, ready to go home, when he stopped what he was doing and looked at her with a funny expression.
"Where does the young lady think she's going?" Josh asked, genuinely curious.
"β¦Home?" You thought for a moment before answering, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"No, before you finish your detention," Josh said with a smirk, splashing a bucket of cold water on the board as he wrote, "I, Y/n, am sorry for talking back to my teacher." He handed you the chalk to follow suit.
"What??? You've got to be kidding!" Y/n said, shocked, rolling her eyes, her face indignant, watching Josh frown, even if it was a joke, just so you knew he was serious.
"I'm not kidding, Y/n. You're going to write at least 100 times or until you cover the entire board, understand?" he asked, smiling, watching you whine and insist he change his mind.
But to your dismay, Josh just shrugged and kissed the top of your head with a "You can do it!" before leaving you alone in the classroom, your legs shaking from standing, and taking you home when you finally finished your detention.
With age difference, height difference, masturbation, fingering, virgin reading, loss of virginity, domination and submission, choking, hickeys, swearing, spanking, pussy slapping, face slapping, cusoe, humiliation, angry sex, hardcore sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, name calling, compliments, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, and whatever you want! Pleaseππ₯Ήπ₯°π₯΅β¨
Can someone write a smut fanfic where Ed Warren is called to investigate a haunting case, but he has βno ideaβ that one of the victims, Y/n, an irresistibly attractive young woman, is being controlled by an entity to seduce him, completely distract him from the case and make him lose control to defile her virgin body, using all her charm and sensuality to lure Ed, who was staying at her house. It was undeniable that you were an irresistible woman, but he stayed firm, avoiding all your advances throughout the entire investigation.
Until, one night, Ed canβt sleep after spending hours listening to the same tapes without success. So, he decides to walk around the house a little and finds Y/n leaning against the kitchen counter wearing a see-through nightgown, pretending to be surprised to see him standing at the door.
βCanβt sleep either, Ed?β the young woman asks, inviting him to join her so they could talk a little, telling him how she was dealing with the hauntings and trying to hide a smile when she noticed his questions were becoming more and more personal.
Suddenly, they hear a loud noise coming from the stairs that startles them. Y/n accidentally spills her glass of water on her clothes, and Ed quickly steps closer with a dish towel to help her dry off, literally devouring her body with his eyes without shame, staring at the now completely see-through nightgown up close, making her feel completely embarrassed and turned on.
You can see a mischievous smile appear on his lips as he sees your face blush, feeling his hand slide from your waist up to your breasts, grabbing them firmly and making you gasp, exposing your body even more to the man in front of you.
Warrenβs possessive hands roamed all over your body, going down to your intimacy, and he moaned low when he felt how wet you were for him. Then, unable to resist any longer, Ed cups your face and finally kisses you, while sliding two fingers inside you, muffling your moans with his hungry lips, increasing the pace of his thrusts until you come undone in his hand.
Ed smiles with satisfaction, quickly lowering his sweatpants and turning Y/n around, making her arch her ass, eager for more of his touch, rubbing herself against his member, cursing softly as she feels his large hand brush against her skin.
Too excited to continue teasing, Ed leans her body over the counter, simply lifts her nightgown, and begins rubbing his cock against her entrance, refusing to penetrate her until she begs to be violated.
Y/n was nervous about his size, but each time she felt him rubbing against her, her face twisted in pleasure.
Ed kept moving until he felt she couldnβt take it anymore, and finally obeyed her order.
Hearing Y/nβs desperate voice pleading, Warren smiled in satisfaction and didnβt need to be told twice before pushing into your body, taking her virginity and fucking her hard right there in the kitchen, not caring if they could be seen, listening to her moan louder and louder, deliberately increasing the intensity without worrying if the others in the house would hear.
Y/n rolled her eyes back, feeling Edβs thick cock stretching her tight pussy, and with each thrust the pain faded, giving way to more and more pleasure, until Y/n was completely filled by him, unable to stop the moans that escaped every time she felt Warren yank her hair hard, dominating her completely, making her scream as he left marks on her ass and whispered profanities in her ear.
The young womanβs eyes widened when she felt Ed lift her leg up and start pounding even harder, hearing her whimper as his fingers circled her clit, making her small body tremble against his.
Then, with the sexiest voice youβve ever heard in your life, Ed warns heβs going to cum inside you:
βYou want to feel my cum dripping from inside you, huh?β
Seeing Y/n moan loudly and nod desperately, ffeeling his hips thrusting more and more erratically:
βYou want my sperm in your pretty little pussy, cleansing all the sins from this filthy body, huh, Y/n??β
he asks breathlessly, delivering a hard slap to make her answer, continuing to thrust.
βAnswer me, Y/nβ¦ Tell me how much you want to be filled with my cum.β His voice was rough, desperate, and you could only whimper, trembling as you felt his thrusts grow faster and deeper.
Your words came out in broken moans, begging him to fill you, and that was all he needed.
With a low growl, Ed slammed into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his hot release spilled deep inside, making your legs shake violently while he held you firmly in place, panting against your ear as your name left his lips in a hoarse whisper, feeling y/n convulse against him.
Then, Ed takes advantage of the moment of distraction to grab her hair and hold her tightly, to prevent her from escapingto expel the entity and free young woman.
With age difference, height difference, F masturbation, fingering, virgin reader, loss of virginity, domination, suffocation, hickeys, swearing, spanking, pussy slapping, hardcore sex, hair pulling, dirty talk and everything you want. Pleaseππππ₯°π₯°π₯°ππ«£π₯΅π₯β¨ (With the right to part 2 when they get together again, but now without Y/n being influenced.)
The silence of space was deafening, but inside the ship, the soft crackling of small objects filled the cabin. You were distracted, putting together two improvised snacks while waiting for your turn to wash up. Harper had gone in first, even though you knew that the so-called βbathroomβ was nothing more than a cramped space with damp cloths, no-rinse soap, and towels. Still, you couldnβt help but imagine what it would be like to see him there, undressed, relaxedβ¦
You shook your head to chase the thought away and bit your lip, laughing to yourself. Not the time. The soft sound of the door opening reached you, and Brian appeared with a towel thrown over his shoulder, his T-shirt still clinging to his damp body, wet strands of hair falling loosely over his forehead and broad shoulders. Y/n quickly averted her eyes, pretending to be way too focused on the food. But her heart was already pounding harder than sheβd like to admit.
βYour turn,β he said with a crooked smile, drying his hand on the towel before sitting down. βI left the no-rinse soap in there, but take it easy. Itβs slippery.β
You rolled your eyes with a smile, grabbed your towel, and minutes later stepped into the cramped compartment, beginning to clean your body and then your face. But it didnβt take long to realize you had taken too much soap. The texture was strange, almost gelatinous, and in a moment of distraction, it slid right into your eye.
βOw!β you whimpered, trying to blink it away, but no matter how much you rubbed, the droplet seemed to float right around you.
βShit!β you cursed, trying to wipe it with the towel, but the stinging was unbearable, and everything you did only seemed to make it worse. Panicking, you grabbed the towel, wrapped it around yourself as best you could, and stumbled out of the cabin like a rocket.
βHarper!β you called, one hand groping the air. βHarperβ¦ Brian! Iβ Iβ¦β Your voice cracked more desperately than you intended as you searched for him.
Harper was standing at the control panel, still drying his hair with a towel. His gaze went straight to you, startled for a secondβand thenβ¦ faintly amused.
His eyes swept over you from head to toe, taking in the white towel clutched against your damp body, your dripping hair, your face twisted in pain and discomfort. A sly grin tugged at his lips as he fought back a laugh, which only made you feel more embarrassed.
βWhat happened to you?β he chuckled softly.
βThe soapβ¦ it got in my eye!β you whined, your voice teary, pressing your hand against your eye while gripping the towel around you with the other.
βOh no, Y/nβ¦ seriously?β he said, walking toward you. βYou lookβ¦β He tried not to laugh, but failed. ββ¦like an adorable disaster.β
βDonβt laugh! It burns so badβ¦β you pouted, keeping one eye shut tight, which only made Harper laugh harder.
βStop laughing and help me!β you retorted with a sheepish smile, flustered and still trying to hold onto some dignity while wrapped in a towel, half-blind.
βCome here, let me see.β His smile softened, his tone gentle, though you could see a flicker of concern in his clear eyes as he stepped closer.
You froze in front of him, your bodies almost touching, your feet nearly brushing against each other. Brian tilted his head, his warm hand resting against your cheek, lifting your face carefully so he could look at the affected eye. He was so close now, his breath mingling with yours.
βOpen up a littleβ¦β he murmured.
You tried to obey, but your eye was still watering badly. So he wiped it with the corner of his own towel, slow and gentle, with the care of someone who had seen great tragedies and learned to value small gestures.
βEasyβ¦β he whispered with a quiet chuckle, his face leaning closer to yours. βTake a deep breath.β One hand cupped your face while the other pressed the damp cloth gently against your eye, making slow circular motions. The warmth of the towel was soothing, but nothing compared to the warmth of his breath against your skin.
βDoes it still sting?β he asked, so close now that you could smell the faint trace of soap heβd used minutes before. βIs it better?β His fingertips brushed your cheek, tracing delicate paths along your skin.
You opened one eye, and the otherβ¦ well, it didnβt hurt as much anymore. But your heart? That was racing painfully fast.
βItβs better nowβ¦β you whispered, your voice lower than you meant it to be.
Brian smiled, cradling your face, his fingers tugging gently at your eyelid to make sure. βNot so red anymoreβ¦ But look at you,β he murmured with a crooked smile. βFirst mission in space and already calling for rescue in a towel?β
You huffed, trying to keep your composure, but laughed with him. βShut upβ¦β
His smile widened, and suddenly his eyes were locked on yours again. And it wasnβt about the soap anymore, or the space, or the mission. It was just the two of you, breathing each otherβs air, the heat of his touch against your damp skin, and the tension that had been building ever since you got stuck there together.
For the first time, the silence between you wasnβt comforting. It was heavy.
Y/n felt that if she didnβt kiss him now, in that exact momentβ¦ she never would. His warmth, his lips so closeβ¦ It was now or never.
You took a deep breath, hesitated for a second⦠and then, heart racing with anticipation and hands trembling, you leaned in⦠and finally kissed him.
Your lips touched his lightly, the kiss calm, soft, almost shy, like a secret shared in the vacuum of the universe, as if the world had paused for a second. Then, realizing what youβd done, you pulled back, startled by your own courage, panting, ready to apologizeβ¦
But Brian didnβt let you. Instead, his hand on your waist pulled you back, firm and strong, as if saying, βNow itβs my turn,β with an intensity that made you hold your breath. Then Harper returned the kiss with more force than you expected. Y/n felt her heart explode in her chest as Brianβs lips met hers a second timeβfirmer, warmer, hungrier. The kiss was intense, full of contained desire and undischarged adrenaline, the tension of the mission, the fear of death, the loneliness of being so far awayβ¦ all of it erupting there, between your mouths. You couldnβt have been more surprised!
Never in a million years had you imagined kissing Brian Harper, and wowβ¦ he kissed incredibly well! Thatβs what she thought as she felt him pressing his body against hers, deepening the kiss. His hands slid down her waist to her thighs, and before she knew it, the towel had slipped from her body, floating through the air. You moaned against his mouth, feeling his length pressing against you. Summoning courage, you slid your hand along Harperβs abdomen, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt until reaching the waistband of his pants, gripping his erection firmly, making him groan immediately.
Instinctively, Brian grabbed your hips and guided you to one of the padded walls of the ship, pressing you there as if he didnβt want to let go, trailing kisses down your neck, over your breasts, his hands gripping every inch of you as if he wanted to devour you whole. He wanted you so badlyβ¦ he was so hard, his desire palpable. Your small hands slid down his back, hastily pulling his shirt off, and with a smile, he let it float away as well.
A small jolt ran through you as you saw him shirtless so close, just for you. He was so irresistible, and you couldnβt believe that now Brian was yours to touch and do whatever you wanted. You were breathless, starving for him, biting your lips as you slid your hands over that chiseled abdomen. Your breasts brushed against his chest as you rubbed against him, nipples already hardened from the temperature difference and the excitement. Brianβs fingers grazed them lightly before gripping firmly, making you moan loudly. He watched your reaction with that crooked smile and dark, hungry gaze, as if waiting for confirmation.
βYou okay with this?β he asked, his voice husky.
βYesβ¦β You nodded eagerly. βPlease, Brian! I want youβ¦ now!β you whispered, gasping, holding tight to his broad shoulders.
He groaned low in response and lowered his head to your chest, sucking one nipple, then the other, with his warm, careful tongue, teeth grazing lightly, making you moan softly. Your body arched uncontrollably, almost floating, but he steadied you with one hand while the other traveled downward. Brianβs fingers traced the side of your body, then the inner thigh, until finding your already wet, throbbing core. His touch was gentle, circular, teasing your clit with precision and patience. You bit your lips, trying not to moan loudly, but he noticedβand liked it.
βYouβre already thisβ¦?β he teased, sliding one finger inside you, biting his lips. βJust the way I like itβ¦β
You moaned his name, and he added another finger, moving with rhythm and intent, watching you tremble under his hand. He was so skilled, every movement designed to push you to the edge.
βBrianβ¦ pleaseβ¦β
He smiled, satisfied, and kissed you again, his tongue invading your mouth in sync with his fingers inside you. Then he pulled back just enough to trail kisses down your body, the stubble on his face brushing lightly against your thigh as he parted your legs, positioning himself between them and rising to your shoulders, leaving you completely weak.
βYou have no idea how much I wanted this,β he murmured against your core before licking you fully, taking your clit into his mouth. Your eyes widened, thanking God he hadnβt seen your shocked expression. So Brian wanted you too! It seemed obvious by now, but still, you couldnβt help the thrill, rolling your eyes as you felt three fingers sliding back inside you, fucking you skillfully while he sucked. You writhed, moaning loudly now without shame, gripping his fingers uncontrollably and tugging at his hair.
Harper looked at you with such intensity that your whole body shivered, yet he held you in place, unable to pull away from his mouth for even a second. Soon, you began convulsing against his face as Brian continued licking until nothing else remained of your composure. With a sly smile, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you to the sleeping net, lying on top of you with almost reverent care, feeling your body still tremble. You were super excited; youβd never had sex in space before. It was a new, thrilling challenge, and the atmosphere made everything feel lighter and more intense at the same time. Every touch spread across your body like electricity.
You breathed deeply, watching the muscular body youβd always dreamed of press against yours in torturous slowness, eyes burning with desire at the sight of you naked just for him. Brian lifted slightly, just enough to lower the waistband of his tight hoodie, his already erect cock pulsing between you. Y/n bit her lip, trying to act normal despite the sight, though Brianβs corner-of-the-mouth grin made her pulse spike. He was enormous! You were breathless, wanting him so badly, needing him inside you.
Y/n gasped every time she felt Brian brush against her entrance gently, teasing, testing her limits, threatening just enough to drive her insane. He kissed her lips hungrily, trailing down her neck, over her breasts, devouring every inch, while she delighted in this delicious torture, loving the feel of his hands and mouth on her body.
When you felt Brian press against you again and then pull back, you tried to protest, already restless, laughing breathlesslyβbut he silenced you with another, hotter kiss. You couldnβt take this torture anymore; did he want you to beg? After all, he had all the time in the world, but Y/n was too needy to find out.
βPlease, Brianβ¦ please, Brianβ¦ donβt make me beg anymore, I need you so much!β she pleaded, her face as submissive as possible, scratching his back and arching her body for more contact. Y/n saw the satisfied smile on his face after hearing her plea, before feeling him slide in inch by inch, deliciously deep, filling her completely. You rolled your eyes, feeling him stretch you fully, your skin shivering as a muffled moan escaped his throat.
βGod! Youβre soβ¦ tightβ¦β he murmured between moans, holding your waist, guiding you against him as he increased the pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, seeking more contact, more friction, more everything.
Moans mixed with kisses, eyes lockedβno reason to hide. It was just the two of you, fully surrendered to each other, pure pleasure. The air seemed thin, not because of the ship, but because of the intense sensations. For Harper, being inside you in space was surreal. Weightless, yet intense. Every movement required awareness, each touch light but impactful. Each thrust was smooth and deep, each motion making you float together, bodies pressed, moving against the net supports.
Every thrust needed support, and Harper knew exactly where to hold, touch, and anchor. It was as if the ship itself collaborated, silent and warm, making your bodies meet like a dance in the void. Y/n watched Brianβs face twist in pleasure with each stroke, every breath leaving her lips as they moved in perfect sync, each needing the other more and more.
βYou have any idea what youβve been doing to me since day one?β he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours.
βI have an ideaβ¦β you whispered teasingly against his mouth, letting out a scream as he drove into you harder, the muffled pops growing louder as he filled you with urgency and surrender, already gasping, whispering hot compliments against your lips:
βSo beautiful, moaning like this for meβ¦β
βI want to see you come, Y/nβ¦β
βCome on, Y/nβ¦ squeeze me like that again!β
You writhed and squeezed Brian every time he landed a hard slap on your ass, whispering curses into your ear, feeling your body shiver with each bite and hair pull he gave, fucking you with more intensity each passing minute.
βThatβs it, Y/nβ¦ come for me,β he said hoarsely, watching your body arch involuntarily. βMake me come inside youβ¦β Brian whispered, gripping your neck, watching you surrender.
Suddenly, the climax hit like an explosion, heat, tremors, and electric shocks running through your spine, moans escaping uncontrollably as Y/n screamed his name, scratching his back, feeling him fill her entirely. Harper held you so tightly that you were sure there would be marks tomorrow, whispering curses against your skin as he lost himself in you too, sighing breathlessly, body trembling and moaning loudly.
Brian collapsed on top of you, both still shaking, breathing hard, hearts racing off rhythm. After a while, Y/n pinched his arm to see if she was still dreaming, and he laughed softly, face still buried in her neck.
βIβ¦ I canβt believe this is real, Harper!β You smiled, kissing his lips, and he returned the same tenderness. Happy to discover a new way to spend time there and feel a peace she hadnβt felt in so long, as if the universe had paused just to watch the two of you fall in love.
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And that was it guys lol I hope you liked it βΊοΈ it took a long time but I finally got it for you to read and I loved writing it. π₯° Let's face itβ¦ There's no better way to be stuck in space π Oh, I also thought about writing it now that they're already intimateβ¦ the two of them playing games of truth, dare and some indecent truths, to pass the time, with some really naughty games, and with punishments for whoever loses and stuff! π₯΅ππ₯β€οΈβ¨
Hi guys, itβs been a while! βΊοΈβΊοΈIβve missed you so much, and Iβm bringing you a brand-new idea that I havenβt seen anywhere else β not even a single fanfic about him. Iβve been writing this for a long time, but so many things happened that I only managed to finish and post it today. (Since then, I havenβt really been on Tumblr. This was supposed to be just a fanfic request, but I got so carried away during this time that I basically wrote the whole thing myself kkkkk. Still, feel free to write your own versions too, Iβd love to read them! π₯°π₯°
Since it turned out pretty long, Iβll probably split it into parts. I hope you enjoy it, and please be kind because I honestly donβt usually write fanfics. β€οΈβ¨
Can someone write a smut fanfic where Y/n is a young astronaut who had the honor of joining a short space mission with the hero Brian Harper, to take a βlittle lookβ at our megastructure best known as the Moon? However, the space module malfunctioned, and they ended up stranded, alone in space.
Y/n was still trying to process it allβ¦ Brian Harper. The Brian Harper. The man who saved the world, who proved himself right when everyone doubted him, who returned to Earth as a global hero and became a living legendβ¦ and now he was going to be her commander. Working with him wasnβt just an honor, it was surreal. How was a regular person supposed to handle that? How do you get used to sharing a mission with a man whose name was already carved into history?
After that risky and impossible mission, facing the unknown out there in space, after putting his life on the line to make sure humanity had a tomorrow, after revealing to the world the truth about the Moon, Harper and Jocinda Fowler returned to Earth as heroes, alongside K. C. Houseman. She remembered the tributes, the speeches, the medals. The way the entire world had stopped to applaud them, governments and scientists from all over the planet coming together to honor them.
Harper received medals of honor from every continent, including the highest civilian decoration in the U.S., along with science and bravery awards. His name was etched into museums, history books, and even the new lunar station built years later named the Brian Harper Station. He inspired an entire new generation of astronauts and scientists βthe Harper Effectβ and you were one of them. You were going to work with this man, one of the most important figures in modern history. π€―
NASA not only welcomed him back, but placed him at the very top. Brian was reinstated with all the merits and recognition that had once been denied to him. He was given the position of Chief Commander of Global Aerospace Operations, becoming the leading name behind future interplanetary missions. He spearheaded the creation of a new secret division of planetary defense, focused on alien technologies and megastructures. And even with all of that, with all the fame, he was still himself simple, kind, and a wonderful father. π₯°
You were sent on a special mission, alone, with the famous astronaut Brian Harper. Gorgeous & irresistible β¨ Y/n could hardly believe it. And at the same time, she felt ready. Ready to learn, to grow, to be part of history, even if it was quietly, at his side, as long as she got to be part of itβ¦
Finally, the big day arrived. Harper looked even more handsome in that suit. Since you had already spoken a few times before, neither of you seemed uncomfortable. Everything was going smoothly until a shrill alarm blared through the cabin, and the panel lit up in flashing red that sent a chill down your spine. Everything was happening too fast, you tried to stay calm, but your racing heart betrayed the panic rising inside you.
βDamn itβ¦ we lost auxiliary orientation,β Brian said, eyes locked on the panel, his hands moving swiftly, adjusting the controls with surgical precision. Even under pressure, he seemed incredibly composed. Every move was firm, without hesitation. A true commander. Meanwhile, you felt like a scared little girl who couldnβt hear anything around her.
βCan you do this? Y/n, are you listening to me?β he said, turning his gaze on you. βI need you to activate the alternate thrust sequence and manually lock the moduleβs hatch. Now!β Even trembling, you managed to obey. Your hands moved almost by reflex, as if your body trusted him more than your mind did. Warning alarms still echoed, but little by little, under his orders, the ship regained control until, finally, everything fell silent. The alarms stopped. Thank God you were safeβ¦
Brian managed to stabilize everything, with steady hands, sharp focus, and that astonishing calm of someone who had been in danger before. You watched him act with such confidence that, for a moment, you almost forgot your fear. Seeing him like that, so capable, it was impossible not to understand why he was so respected, why he had been decorated. His serious gaze, the tense jaw, but the control he held over the situation, it was hypnotizing.
You felt relieved that you had managed to follow his commands, even in desperation. Panic hadnβt stopped you, you had reacted. And when you finally realized the ship was stable, you noticed your whole body was trembling. It wasnβt just adrenaline; it was bottled-up emotions begging to be released. Letting out a long sigh, Y/n felt tears welling in her eyes, not from fear, but from reliefβ¦ and maybe admiration.
The silence inside the ship was almost as deafening as the emptiness outside. After all that chaos, the sudden failure of the lunar module, right in the first hours of the mission, you felt a strange mix of relief and frustration burning in your chest.
The mission had barely begun, and everything already seemed to go wrong. You felt a little disappointed, even frustrated. You had pictured it all so differently, hoped everything would go perfectly at least in the first hours. Once it was clear you were safe, that you had escaped the worst, you quickly removed your helmet. You needed to breathe better, feel the air on your face. You wanted⦠to cry, but you held it back. Or at least tried to.
Your throat tightened and your eyes began to sting. You wanted to be strong, to not let it shake you so much. But the shock, the fear, the pressure, they were all there, heavy in your chest. Eyes brimming with tears, you inhaled deeply, feeling the cabinβs cold air against your skin, and the sob started to break through. Even as you tried to hold it in, a short gasp escaped, and you turned your back, covering your face in shame.
Brian noticed⦠of course he did! Without saying a word, he moved closer, gently pulling you against him, his strong arms wrapping around you with care. A silent gesture of protection, his voice soft and soothing, almost a whisper.
βEasyβ¦ itβs okay. Youβre okay. Itβs over nowβ¦β he murmured quietly, near your ear, noticing how hard it was for you to breathe. βBreathe with me. Letβs count to tenβ¦ slowly, alright?β
You closed your eyes and obeyed. Once. Twice. Three times. Slowly calming down as his voice guided you, feeling his chest pressed against your back, the warmth of his breath brushing your neck. Then, suddenly, his fingers gently brushed your hair aside, touching your skinβ¦ A jolt ran through you, your body instinctively shivering all over. Your senses lit up in a way you couldnβt explain, heat blooming in your chest, your stomach, your flushed cheeks. The touch was subtle, but undeniable, and it made you lose focus for a second, showing just how deeply he affected you, even in the smallest gestures.
You blushed, trying to cover it up, and said in a shaky voice: βIβm sorryβ¦ Iβm already crying at the first failureβ¦β
Brian tightened the embrace and smile, a kind, genuine smile. βItβs alright, it happensβ¦ Iβve cried a lot up here myself.β He let out a low chuckle, trying to ease the mood. And it worked. βReally?β
He chuckled softly and added lightly, βOf course. I just learned to hide it better over timeβ¦β
A laugh slipped from you, even through your tears, and it seemed to break the tension. He knew exactly how to pull you back, how to ease the weight, how to be there to calm you down. And then you looked out the window, and everything seemed⦠to slow down.
The view stole the last bit of breath you had left. It was like the most powerful thing you had ever witnessedβterrifying and yet beautiful, utterly overwhelming. Earth floated before you, blue, vibrant, slowly spinning in the middle of nothing. A tiny miracle suspended in infinity. All around, only the deepest darkness. The absolute vastness.
You were transfixed, completely taken over, immersed in that sight. It was impossible to describe. Crushing and beautiful. As if, for a moment, you could feel how small we are so fragile, so fleeting. Like grains of cosmic dust, trying to make sense while adrift in an ocean we donβt yet know.
βItβs beautiful, isnβt it?β Brian whispered behind you, still holding you in his arms. You just nodded, eyes full of tears and this time, not from fear. From all those emotions, all at once. It was overwhelming. And there, in that moment, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.
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The days that followed were surprisingly calm, considering the situation. The mission, technically, had failed. The main plan could no longer be executed. All that was left was to wait, monitor, try to keep everything functional, survive, and coexist.
Brian was⦠surprisingly easy to live with. Sweet, even. Gentle, calm, always with a smile on his face and a quiet sense of humor that showed up at the most unexpected moments. He liked to make silly jokes while adjusting cables, talked to equipment as if they were childhood friends, constantly humming old songs, and offered instant coffee with the seriousness of someone serving a royal banquet.
Even though he was older, and even though you tried to keep things professional, it was impossible not to feel drawn to him. But honestly? Anyone would. What impressed you the most was how much he actually listened to you. Not just out of politeness, or because you were stuck together, but because he genuinely wanted to hear you.
Many times, you caught yourself watching his every gestureβthe strong hands, the way he pressed his lips together when he was focused, the half-smile that appeared when you said something he liked. And those blue eyesβ¦ intense. So absurdly beautiful that sometimes they looked like the very planet outside, floating in the void. It wasβ¦ overwhelming. You tried to avoid it, you really did, but it was impossible to ignore what you felt. He was older, yes. But that only deepened the fascination, the maturity, the contagious calm, the strength, his experiences. And of courseβ¦ those arms, huge, inviting, and dangerous to your heart.
You talked a lot and discovered things in common you never imaginedβtastes, ideas, past pains. He really listened to you, and you found yourself doing the same, always wanting to know a little more about him. And one thing you were sure of: you had chemistry. Something pulsed between you, even when the glances tried to disguise it. And in some moments, when those glances lingered a little too long before turning away, you knew. Deep down, something in you whispered it wasnβt just on your side. That he felt it too. But you didnβt want to ruin anything, didnβt want to risk looking crazy, desperate, or blurring the lines. After all, you were isolated in the middle of space. Emotions got tangled. Desires grew stronger.
You noticed itβ¦ in the way he looked at you, in the way he touched you βby accident,β in the teasing. There was something in his gestures that wasnβt accidental. And the tension, once subtle, now burned between you with every inch of closeness.
Until one day, he appeared shirtlessβjust like that. He stepped into the maintenance bay with a towel slung over his shoulder, his body still wet, his hair messy, and youβ¦ froze. Just froze. And if anyone could have measured your heart rate in that moment, they wouldβve thought you were having a heart attack.
That module was far too small to ignore certain things. And he⦠was so close. Shirtless. Dripping wet. Broad shoulders, that chest, the defined muscles, the wide back, the veins running down his arms like trails you wanted to follow with your mouth. Your eyes tried not to linger, but failed miserably. Brian was even more built than you had imagined. And, to be honest⦠you had imagined a lot.
Y/n had to look away, swallow hard, and make up some excuse to get out of thereβfastβpretending to pay attention to whatever Brian was saying.
You laughed awkwardly, trying to sound calmer than you actually felt inside.
βYesβ¦ of courseβ¦ right?β
Your brain was trying to keep it professional, but your body had given you away days ago. And he knew it.
Something was clearly about to happen.
And when it did⦠no gravity would be strong enough to hold it back.
One of the days Iβve looked forward to the most, just so I can say β again and again β that with every passing day, I fall even more in love with this man who is so sweet, so kind, so playful and fun, so charismaticβ¦ so adorable. A true denguinho! π₯Ήπ€
An amazing father, son, and husband. Always with a beautiful smile on his face, still carrying that same sparkle in his eyes from when he was a child β and it keeps on enchanting the world to this day. β¨
Every day, I admire him more and more: every step of his career, every character, every musical, every songβ¦ A breathtaking singer, an extraordinary actor who always gives his best and inspires everyone β including me. He is a true spectacle, both as an artist and as a human being.
I hope all your dreams come true, Patrick. Because honestly? Thereβs nothing in this world you canβt achieve. And I wish you all the success in every project to come β because you truly deserve it all and so much more. π«π
And today, from the bottom of my heart, I also wish you many years of life, health, peace, protection, prosperity, and all the best this life has to offer. May God continue to bless you and your whole family, and may your day be absolutely wonderful. β€οΈ
Here are some of my favorite photos of him π I also chose a song for each one, If you want to listen, just search for it @its_truee_16 on Instagram π₯°π₯°β¨
Today is a very special day as we celebrate the birthday of someone who brightens the lives of everyone around him. Patrick, ever since I discovered you, you have been a shining light in my life. I love you so much that I learned to sing all your songs and binge-watched all your movies with my dad (without telling him π).You are loved and cherished by everyone, an incredibly wonderful and special person. May God bless you and your family, and may you have great success in all your projects and endeavors.Thank you for being a constant inspiration and for bringing so much joy and talent to the world. May your day be filled with happiness and love, just as you bring to us every day.
Someone can write a smut fanfic where Y/n you always had a crush on Patrick Wilson and thought he was a delight, but now the two of you are working together on a production, the "crush" has definitely become something more. You were super excited especially now that the intimate scenes were approaching.
Before the day's filming began you noticed that Patrick was a little distracted but you couldn't understand why.
The crew was waiting for Y/n to start and when Patrick saw her he got an immediate hard-on. He tried to hide it but everything he did seemed to only make the situation worse.
During the kissing scenes Patrick could see her confusion and was embarrassed to see Y/n's eyes widen slightly as she understood what was happening to him.
When the filming ended Patrick was the first to leave desperately to try to "calm down", quickly getting under the shower.
Worried Y/n went to his trailer and knocked on the door, as there was no answer she decided to go in anyway but was paralyzed when she saw Patrick masturbating and calling her name. After gathering courage Y/n decided to help him.
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WHAT A HOT MAN!! Patrick definitely made my days when he showed up yesterday like this... OMG, look at those strong arms, look at those thighs... How delicious, how tasty π«¦π·β¨
I'm completely in love with this video ππ I've always wanted to see Patrick training like this, he is so amazing and strongπͺβ¨ By the way, if anyone has more videos of him training and can send them to me, I would love itπ₯°π₯°βΊοΈβΊοΈβ¨β¨
Can someone write a smut Patrick Wilson fanfic where he sees Y/n masturbating and decides to help her. Since his hand is bigger and he can do much better! π«£
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Someone can write a fanfic smut about Agent Lynch in the movie The A-Team.
Where Y/n is a cheeky criminal who was arrested by him and wants to seduce him to try to escape from prison, biting her lips occasionally, spreading her legs for him sensually under the table during the interrogation, making double-meaning comments, trying to provoke him subtly.
Meanwhile, Lynch, who is a completely cold and calculating man, watches the spectacle that Y/n is putting on curiously, wanting to see how far you are capable of going to free yourself (but he is an asshole and may not let you escape, your choice π). completely satisfied with being completely in control of the situation.
Maybe he even enjoys your attempt⦠but he is not willing to let you get away so easily.
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