i feel like asshole mikey is definitely still doable! i always imagine everyone thinking mikey is such a sweet heart, but only you know that’s not entirely the truth. he’s so up and down with you. he’ll treat you like you’re nothing, act like you aren’t there. but the minute ray gets too close to you or another guy is up in your ear he’s pissed and a big meanie :(
jerk!mikey x fem!reader
my wonderful anon giving me the best ideas when i’m ready to give it all up. i won’t lie this is probably the worst mikey has ever been sorry guys. god bless his tbp era because it fuels the fire in my heart lol. promise i’ll do other eras soon….blondkey im comin for u. miss u guys sm
more mikey even more mikey
manipulation,toxic relationship,he’s an awful boyfriend,noncon elements, dubcon,rough sex,blood,he’s his own warning,little bit of stalking
jerk!mikey who is your boss’s brother. you had been working as a sound tech for a few years when you met gerard. he took an instant liking to you, insisting you join the team. it was a fantastic opputinity so of course you took it.
jerk!mikey who caught your eye immediately. tall and handsome with broad shoulders and fingers that worked magic on that bass. he was the finest man you had ever seen.
jerk!mikey who could tell you had a crush on him. how could he not ? every time he comes around you’re a nervous wreck, tripping over every word like a foolish school girl. he enjoyed watching you melt into a puddle when he walked in. you were easy prey in his wolfish eyes.
jerk!mikey who was always so sweet to you in the beginning. offering to carry heavy equipment or buying you lunch unprompted. he loved how fast you were falling for him.
jerk!mikey who got you right where he wanted you,wrapped around his pinky. he spends two weeks planning and prepping the perfect date for the two of you. pre ordering flowers, plagerizing a love note a fan had written him onto a sheet of paper, even going as far as to follow you after to work. he needed to know where you liked to eat and spend your time.
jerk!mikey who knew not to let it all out at once. little by little he got meaner. insulting your cooking,ignoring your calls, barking orders at you all day long. watching the light die from behind your eyes had him hard.
jerk!mikey who is a pro at the silent treatment. he can outlast you with ease. he can go for months if the situation called for it.
jerk!mikey who calls you stupid more than he does baby now a days. every little mistake he’s quick to point out “how fucking dumb are you? it’s really not that hard”.
jerk!mikey who isn’t afraid to physically intimidate you when he deems it necessary.
“you evil bitch. if i ever catch you smiling at ray again so help me god”. his grip on your face tightens me causing tears to form in the corner of your eye.
you’re terrified right now. unsure of what mikey was thinking or how he was going to deal with the situation at hand. you know how erratic he got when he was upset. “it wasn’t on purpose, let me explain”
he shoves you back into the wall, the force knocking the wind out of your lungs. mikey had released your face now using his broad chest to cage you in. there was no chance of escape. “what did you say to me ? are you seriously making excuses right now y/n”? his voice is steady but the anger behind his words was apparent. “i just can’t believe you’d lie to me like this. i guess you’re just not smart enough to understand this arrangement”
“i guess im just going to have to teach you a lesson”. with no effort at all he hoists you over his shoulder. it was as if you weighed nothing to him. as much as you want to fight back you knew better by now.
jerk!mikey who refuses to let you cum. he’s been edging you for an hour. or at least that’s what you assume, he had taken the clock down so you had no way to tell the time.
jerk!mikey who doesn’t care that you’re shaking and crying. “all this begging is getting on my nerves”. he sighs. “i’m bored of it. i’m gonna have a cigarette”. just like that he leaves you high and dry. not a care in the world.
jerk!mikey who doesn’t fuck you for your pleasure. he’s worried about his nut and that’s it.
“mike..please it hurts” your eyes are squeezed shut and you’re trying to push him off you to no avail. he may be skinny but he had insane amount of strength. “can you hear me? i said it hurts”.
there’s no indication he’s heard you. you’re starting to panic now, the feeling between your legs getting worse and worse. “mikey get the fuck off”. using all your strength you manage to kick him in his shoulder sending him flying to the edge of the bed. immediately you scramble to sit up,
you’re breathing hard as he crawls back towards you. “you think this is about you now,huh”. he grabs your chin forcing you to meet his gaze. “you’re gonna have to pay for that one sweetheart”.
jerk!mikey who has your arms pinned behind your back, his full body weight placed ontop of you. your arms were numb. the once dull ache had become a sharp seering pain.
jerk!mikey who has came twice already. he isn’t found this because he wants to anymore. he just likes hearing you cry. “aww poor baby”. he mocks, lazily thrusting into your abused cunt.
u guys have been begging me for nerdtrick so here’s a little something to tide u freaks over…if yall end up liking it i’ll do the rest of the alphabet i just didn’t want to do too much for my first post im actually doing this because my wife asked me and i’d do anything for my beloved
he’s a kinky mf,anal(m), mentions of blood,bondage,knife play, cutting(in the sexual sense), public sex,bottom patrick,begging,sex toys,ropes/cuffs,choking,pathetic patrick,dirty talk,dry humping, cock cage, lots of kinky stuff
abrasions- patrick loves being cut. nothing too extreme, he At doesn’t like the sight of too much blood. he doesn’t mind little bits though. while having sex he’ll beg you run the blade down his arm. the slight pain makes his orgasm all the more magical. he prefers to be cut on his lower arm and his inner thigh but he’s always open to try something new.
accidental stimulation- he’s a big fan of this one. it takes nothing to get him going most times. an accidental brush of the hand,fingers touching while handing a pen over. the slightest things get him going. even the tiniest touch makes his body feel as if he’d been lit on fire. you genuinely had no idea you were doing this to him and that made this all the better.
agoraphilia- kinda similar to the accidental stimulation he also likes sex in public places. like super public places. it’s less the thrill of possibly being caught and more a power thing. he’d much rather be a participant in this kink rather than practice it himself. when your hand slowly strokes his cock on a crowded train he feels his face heat up. he tries to keep a straight face as your thumb brushes his sensitive tip. just the slightest moan would draw so much unwanted attention. “y/n…” he says under his breath, gripping the metal pole so hard his knuckles went white. “shut up and take it”. you retort not bringing your eyes up from your phone screen. “you know you want it, perv”.
altocalciphilia-this is an obvious one. of course this man is getting rock hard over a nice pair of high heel boots. he will watch silently as you strut down the hall “what do you think baby”? you say with a smirk. it’s obvious what’s on his mind you can see his dick is practically pulsing against the denim of his pants. poor thing is speechless. patrick has a few pairs that are his favorite but he’s always on the look out for more. he loves a stiletto the most but he doesn’t mind a nice pair of stripper heels either. he is always on the lookout for new pairs, spending every last cent in his bank account for you.
anal-he’s a man of simple needs. one of those needs being butt play. this is a guilty pleasure for him. patrick is so so so embarrassed of this one it took a lot of courage for him to even bring the idea to you. he’s so sensitive it takes a long time to train him. the smallest of toys had him overstimulated to tears. it was so cute watching him fall apart under such little pressure. “that feels good baby”? you question watching him writhe in pleasure under the vibrations. “how about we turn it up some more”. he looks like he wants to protest but you don’t give him the chance. youre doing him a favor by letting him unwind in such a way.
begging- you’re his goddess so he spends a lot of time on his knees worshipping you. he’s no stranger to begging for what he wants. he begs for release , kisses, to touch you in general. he is quick to fall to the ground and crawl to you when needed. and he isn’t ashamed to do it in public either. the two of you are enjoying a delightful dinner in one of the nicest places in town (upon your request of course). “you want a bite of this”? you ask shoving the fork in his face. eagerly he nods , opening his mouth to take the morsel but you pull it away at the last second. “ah ah ah. beg for it nice”. without an ounce of hesitation he’s on the floor , head on your lap. like a dog he looks up at you with his big blue eyes. “please ma’am”?
blind folds- now this is one of his all time favorites. he absolutely adores it when you tie the cloth around his head and the world goes dark. he’s unable to see where you’re going to touch him next or what you have in your hands. the act of not knowing is all the fun. sometimes you’ll just sit on the bed watching and waiting.
bondage- he’s a bit new to this. so far he’s only tried handcuffs and being tied to the bed. with time he hopes to get a bit more extreme. he finds himself thumbing through magazines with men covered in leather and ball gags in their mouths.
breath play-ohhh my god this is his weak spot. you’re slowly bouncing in his cock applying as much pressure to his neck as you’re physically able. “and you better not fucking cum”. his eyes start to go cloudy and you loosen your grip afraid of your boyfriend passing out. to your shock he places your hands back where they were “please don’t..it feels perfect like that”.
chasity- nerdtrick is king of the cock cage. i suppose this gets into over stimulation territory but he’s obsessed. you like to do little strip shows for him just watch him squirm uncomfortably. his erection hurts so good against the metal of the device. he wears it most days unless you tell him not to. he groans in agony as you grind your hops against his. “can i take it off for just a second”? he whines. “you’re lucky i don’t punish you for even daring to ask that”. you answer quickly stopping your actions. “and for that i’m not going to touch you at all for the rest of the week”
clothed sex- he never would have even thought of such a thing until you introduced him to it. dry humping has become a norm for him.
cunnilingus- the man’s a munch. that’s really it. patrick finds himself between your thighs more times during the day than he can count. in the morning he’ll wake you up with a gentle suckle on your clit, he’s always so gentle and respectful. through the day he will beg for it. he’s close to tears when you tell him no. it’s a comfort thing for him honestly. if he’s feeling stressed or depressed or any type of negative emotion he’s going to eat you out to make himself feel better. patrick never stops at just one oragasm normally. he prefers three minimum but if he really going through it he will sit there for hours. and yes he will eat it on your period, no questions asked.
Patrick...virgin...munch...crying and saying the filthiest stuff to reader...all disgusting and humiliated as he explores readers cunt, new things...new kinks...all that stuff...thank you for being my freak diary <3 xoxo kisses sugar bun
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i have so many asks but fuck i can’t just let this pass me up.ur mind is a palace of lust anon please never change <3 this is based on the college nerdtrick universe. annnnddd it’s my birthday so i’m gonna write abt patrick stump hehe
ok come on. this is so obviously nerdtrick coded. he’s shy and introverted. no one bothers talking to him unless they want answers for a test. he sits at lunch alone and walks the campus. he’s an outsider. and you had felt bad for him. always walking around like sad puppy. he was so cute. you could fix him up real nice.
of course you asked him on a date. who was he to say no? your social status is worlds above his.
“come to my house around 11”. you say sweetly
“eleven..as in eleven pm at night”. his eyes go wide behind his crooked glasses.
you’re rolling your eyes as you’re walking away. you had a lot of work to do.
he’s so clumsy. he doesn’t know where to put his hands or where to squeeze.and his palms are so sweaty it’s freaking you out. you’re about to call it quits when he slips a finger in your panties hitting that perfect spot. you moan light causing him to freeze up.
he isn’t sure what he’s doing. he’s watched his fair share of porn but this was the real thing. he can barely keep his mouth shut as he gazed down at you. he awkwardly runs the tip of his tongue down the slit of your sex. “god i’m sorry..i’ve never..this is my first-”. he doesn’t complete the sentence.
as if that isn’t an obvious fact. “you’re doing fine or whatever. come on don’t leave me hanging,loser
all patrick wants is to please to you.turns out he’s phemomal at eating pussy. his tongue is exploring every inch of your pussy overstimulating you beyond belief.
the lewd sounds his lips made against labia was filling the space. patrick felt totally filthy. “this is the best thing i’ve ever had. i want to do this forever” he moans,spreading your legs wider. “what kind of fruit do you eat to taste so good”.
every inch of you was perfect. he just can’t seem to get enough. feeling your walls clench around his tongue as you finished was intoxicating.
my dialogue been a lil trash but this ask was fantastic UGH i just love patrick thank u for giving u ur nasty thoughts. it inspires me
ok im a sucker for compliments as we’ve established so i’ll give you a little something. this isn’t anything crazy just reader riding nerdtrick and telling him abt her day as he falls into a whiny mess. i was inspired by a post i got a glimpse of before my page refreshed :D hope this tides u over till the next offical nerdtrick post
nerd!patrick who’s nails are digging into the plush your thighs ,he could barely keep his hands steady. “s-slow down”he pleads. poor thing is already so close and it hasn’t been a full ten mintutes. he finds it nearly impossible not to absolutely cave in when you start to work your magic on him. it’s your world and he’s just living in it.
nerd!patrick who finds your voice soothing as you continue to move up and down on his pulsing cock. “she’s the last person i’d tell my secrets to but come on. that was her best friend”. you’re droning on and on about the same old work drama you’d been talking about for months. “betraying your best friend for a man you met two months ago is the most embarrassing thing you can do”.
nerd!patrick who’s unable to respond to anything you’re saying. you’re sliding down his length slowly now, making every move count. this was your favorite stress reliever with no strings attached. this whiny little nerd let you ride his fat cock and in exchange you get a nut. even better you get to talk his ear off. for months now you’d been taking advantage of this loser,using him for your own gain.
nerd!patrick who has lost track of his orgasms. you’d taken him through each one, whispering dirty words into his sweaty skin. he thanked god in this moment for such a wonderful blessing.
i truly hope you’re well!! if you want a jerk!ryro thot for when you come back; reader finally standing up to him and him realising he genuinely fucked up?? maybe ryro “begrudgingly” grovelling and then it slowly fades into genuine worry and begging when reader doesn’t let him back in like so many times before 
im getting better every day i cant complain i suppose .i can’t leave this in my inbox this is too perfect. promise i’m not neglecting the rest of ur requests im just being super slow. love u forever and ever. but anyways ..i have to write this. the world needs more jerk!ryro (this sucks a bit but im gonna make some better ones trust) enjoy the first ever ask with no smut :b
ryan always assumes he’s the smartest man in whatever room he enters. that’s his eternal downfall. it should have been a blaring red flag when your first argument was because he made a minor spelling mistake while typing. you had pointed it out and he just flew off the handle. it scared you a bit. but at the time you figured maybe he was just a little self conscious. you were no song writer but you could imagine having your work criticized was no fun.
as time went on he proved arrogant and stand offish. he absolutely hates when you call him out for his mistakes. no matter how little the wrong doing he takes full offense at being pointed out as such. and he will start an ongoing issue of course. ryan was unreasonably petty in the best of times.
he’s so awful and mean about it too. ryan grabs your shoulders and shakes. “use. your. head. y/n”. he lets go with suck force you stumble back a bit. “not like you have much up there to work with”. he mumbled under his breath.
you don’t remember what he’s upset about this time but you’re sick of it. sick of all the nasty comments,violent reactions and rude jabs towards your character. enough is enough.
ryan never saw it coming. you’d forgiven him even in the worst of times. your friends constantly told you that you deserved better but ryan was always in your ear causing you not to listen.
it’s insane how fast he changes his tune when you stop answering his calls. he started off berating you,calling you a bitch or whatever mean name crosses his mind at the time. he made fun of your weight,your past, anything he could say to break you down.
it never worked though. over time you’d grown a thick skin due to how prone he was to fly into fits of rage. you had no choice but to keep living your life and leave ryan behind.
over time ryan starts to grow more and more erratic. he is losing sleep , he can’t focus on the music shit is hitting the fan. he finally bites the bullet and comes to apologize.
in true fashion ryan shows up at your job, tail between his legs. or he hopes it comes across like that. even now, after you’d hadn’t spoken to him in so long, he is conjuring up a way to get revenge on you.
“look..i’m really sorry y/n. this music shit has been stressing me out . still..i shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you”.
you don’t even meet his eyes. “okay ryan”
he takes a step closer,holding his hands up in surrender. “i know you don’t want to talk right now but”-
“okay ryan”. you reply not allowing him to finish whatever stupid shit he was about to say.
“please y/n just listen for a second. i’m sorry for-“
again you interrupt him with the same two words. “okay.ryan”.
ryan is seething. why is it so hard for you to accept his apology? he’s giving you all he has after all. he storms off angrily. two can play at this game.
four months go by. ryan is a mess. he stopped eating and leaving the house all together. his fellow band members have stopped by multiple times hoping he isn’t dead.
“i can’t call in another wellness check on you ,dude. you need to get it together”.
ryan shuts the door in brendon’s face. he’s a shell of the man he was once all desire had melted down into despair.
“at least take a shower you fucking stink”. his friend calls through the door.
maybe he had a point. maybe he needed to clean himself up and show you he changed. so that’s what he did.
ryan spent hours making himself into the man he once was. he shaved his beard and took a long steamy shower.
—-
it took him a while to find you. you’d moved jobs since then and moved apartments too so it seemed. so much had changed while he had stayed stagnant. ‘could this be rock bottom’ he found himself wondering as he trudged back to his car.
defeated , he made his way to the closest liquor store. there was no problem a little bit of wine couldn’t solve.
“ryan”?
he spun around at the sound of your voice.it took all his willpower not to draw you into a hug. “y/n. hi..” was all he managed to say.
you seemed happier. there was a light behind your eyes he hadn’t seen in so long. “soo what are you doing around here? this is kind of far from your place right”?
“i was just in the area”. he paused “while im here i just wanted to say how sorry i am for the way i treated you. i can’t believe you put up with my bullshit so long..you deserve better and i want to give you better”.
he hopes your awkward smile will turn into a warm happy expression instead you avert your eyes. “yeah it’s all good. water under the bridge..guess i should be going”..
“please y/n. i truly am sorry for what i’ve done to you. what will it take for you to forgive me”? he’s almost crying now. “money ? i can give you everything i have”. he takes the money from his wallet and shoves it into your unsuspecting hands.
“i’ll beg on my knees if that’s what it takes”.
ryan falls to his knees,bowing before you. tears are falling down his face as he exclaims “i love you y/n. i always have. you’re the girl i want to marry we can have that wedding we always talked about. let’s go to greece tonight ill pay”.
by now you’re beyond uncomfortable,unsure of what to do.
“i know i fucked up but give me another chance. i swear i can change, hell i have changed so much the past couple months. let me show you”.
as if on cue a man appears at your side ,wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “what in the world is going on here”?
ryan’s heart breaks into even smaller pieces than he knew possible. you’d gotten over him..and so easily at that.
“it was nice seeing you ry”. you wave , whispering something to the man beside you.
hihi :3 i never submit asks/ideas/whatever this is called but i wanted to throw my ideas out there because i adore your writing style <3 my fav is patrick so these focus on him lol :P feel free to ignore if you don’t vibe with them of course!!
• i loved your jerk!patrick x fem!intern!headcanons - after reading it, i started brainstorming my own little headcanons and i love love loooove the idea of their “relationship” getting more and more risky as time goes on because he gets bored quick - he becomes more of an exhobitionist, specifically having the fem!reader wear discreet, wearable toys around the office and such (would that be stealth public play? public edging? idk)
• i also loved your breeding kink joe and was thinking about if patrick had a breeding kink. the only difference being instead of not communicating it, he just straight up begs for it. basically, submissive patrick (beardtrick/current era patrick maybe?) begging and pleading to make a family with fem!reader
• also maybe a cheater!patrick x fem!mistress!reader? or newly divorced!patrick x fem!reader :P i don’t have any crazy ideas for them, they are just my favorite tropes to daydream about lol
- 🧚♀️🩷 anon
jerk!patrick x intern!reader
hii 🧚🏼♀️anon it’s so nice to meet you !! once i finished reading ur ask i actually screamed. i LOVE how patrick your mind is. all of these are so perfect they will all get written.jertrick was my my very first fic on here so it’s got a special place in my heart. gonna give 2013 patrick some more love with this. so so sorry this took so long ur paitence will be rewarded <3
dark content,power imbalance,he’s awful, degrading,edging,public play, vouyerism,usage of toys,worst boss ever,
jerk!patrick who kept you on payroll even after the hiatus. he refused to part ways with such a pretty young thing. it just wasn’t fair to release you back into the real world after he groomed you into the perfect assistant.
jerk!patrick who got extra mean during the hiatus. he would call you into his office and force you to sit on his desk,legs splayed open across the wooden surface like some sort of prostite. from there he’d edge you for hours. drinking in the sounds of your cries and begs for release. it wasn’t fair he was the only one feeling broken inside you needed to mirror that.
jerk!patrick who recorded your desperate whines for his new ring tone. he makes a point of keeping it at full volume at all times so he’s able to watch his band members eyes widen in shock (and maybe slight arousal) at the lewd sounds leaving his phone speakers.
jerk!patrick who uses your paycheck to manipulate you. you didn’t compliment his new cologne ? pay cut. your feed back on his song writing was concise enough ? easy , pay cut ! you weren’t paying him enough attention ? payyyy cutttt.
jerk!patrick who changes up your schedule to keep you on edge. one week you’re working all day seven days out of the week. you’d come home exhausted from running errands and doing busy work all day. randomly two weeks later you’re only working twice,not even staying at the office for more than eight hours. during those times patrick was always so cold towards you.
jerk!patrick who stoped closing the door when he did naughty things to you. why should he ? it’s not like you had any prospects going for you besides this. he enjoyed watching the uncomfortable looks of passersby as they rushed passed his open door.
jerk!patrick who calls you drunk at least twice a week. some times are more coherent than others. most of the time he’s droning on and on about pete. “i just lose a piece of my soul y/n. you’ll never know what that’s like”.
jerk!patrick who ,despite it all, was just as cocky as when the band was at the height of its fame. he still had the pretty young assistant at his beck and call and his voice was stronger than ever.
jerk!patrick who didn’t give a damn about your opinions on anything. “how’s that old saying go again”? he taps his chin in mock thought. “women should be seen and not heard right? let’s just stick to that”.
jerk!patrick who keeps a myriad of toys in his top right drawer. it’s the only one that locks you’d learned while rifling through his belongings one especially boring day. it was so full you could barely shut it back.
jerk!patrick who loved to see you squirm. it started off in the privacy of his bedroom. “i just bought a few new things at the store today. let’s try them out now,yes?”. it’s not like you had any choice in the matter. patrick had already given your answer for you.
jerk!patrick who bought a special bar to keep your legs spread. “you give up way too soon”patrick explained as he locked your ankles into the device. “hopfully i can instill the discipline you so badly lack”.
jerk!patrick who loves asserting dominance in public. seeing you get all worked up in private was one thing but infront of a room full of people ? now that’s a thrill that’s hard to beat.
jerk!patrick who doesn’t care that the record label executives were in the next room over. “this is such a huge day for the band”. patrick says, his hand finding its way to your exposed thigh. you wished he didn’t make you wear these short pencil skirts every day. “help me take the edge off baby girl”.
jerk!patrick who is furious when you suggest waiting till after the meeting. “why don’t you have a cigarette? i have a fresh pack in my bag, lighter too”.
“from what i recall i sign your paychecks,correct”?
you nod, avoiding direct eye contact with the man. patrick could get a tad bit violent when provoked.
“exactly. so tell me y/n, what does that mean”?
“it means you’re in charge sir. and i have to listen to evethring you say”.
“that’s what i thought. so when i ask you to do something what do you say”? his eyes are focused on you with intensity.
“yes sir”.
“smart girl”. he pats your head. “since i’m feeling generous i’ll let you pick which toy you want to use today”
patrick is quick with opening the hidden drawer. he takes a handful and spreads out an array of objects across his desk. there were so many colors and shapes it was hard to choose.
jerk!patrick who watches intently as he slowly inserts the toy inside of you. “spread your legs a little wider so i can get a good view”.
jerk!patrick who walks into the board room with his arm around your shoulder. even when he was around some of the most powerful producers in the music world he still entered as if he owned the place. “is it okay if my assistant sits in on this meeting? she’ll be taking notes for me” he says , gesturing for you to take the seat beside him. “don’t worry. she doesn’t bite”. a wave of polite laughter washes over the room.
jerk!patrick who doesn’t break eye contact with the man across from him as he turns the vibration up on the toy. he doesn’t even take a pause on his sentance. his face is shockingly neutral. you can see him watching out of the corner of his eye. patrick was loving this. you’re practically falling apart at the most important meeting of his career and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
jerk!patrick who raps his fist on the wooden table breaking you out of your lustful haze. “hey, didja get that? this is important stuff you need to be at full attention”. he tsks.
jerk!patrick who leans over to you “your lip is bleeding”. you’d been trying to hard not to break you hadn’t even noticed how hard you bit down. the vibration of the toy was starting to hurt your sensitive nub. “i give in”. you say through gritted teeth, putting your head in your hand. “it’s not that simple my love”.
jerk!patrick who continued to torture you the entire duration of the exchange. multiple times he called attention to you just to make sure you were on your A game. he just couldn’t take his eyes off his masterpiece. you’d never looked more beautiful to him as your crumbled under the buzzing toy.
jerk!patrick who helps you to your feet after the event had ended. “and i expect those panties on my door the minute you’re back at your desk”.
Can you do some more nerdtrick headcanons? He’s so mmmmmmmmm..
Your fics+HCs R my fav!!
ugh you guys love nerdtrick sm i think that’s adorable. i have 7 billion others things im working on but ill do a couple headcanons just for u anon ;) only bc u said im ur fave. as usual nsfw below the cut ! nerdtrick is a a dirty nasty stalker perv
nerd!patrick who has infinitely too much free time. when he’s not jerking off to the picture of your smile he has imprinted upon his brain he’s catfishing your boyfriend over facebook. he’ll spend hours sexting with him,imagining himself in your perfect body.
nerd!patrick who gets so bored of his hand. it’s so clammy and boyish he just can’t stand it. being the creative type he is patrick went through hell to make a copy of a woman’s hand. your hand. it was crude to say the least, barely resembling the limb in the slightest.
nerd!patrick who covers his face with his pillow, imagining your weight pressed against his mouth. what he would do to have you sit on his face.
nerd!patrick who pens love letters and ballads during your shared classes. he wished he could get up the courage to talk to you given how you’ve taken over every corner of his life. alas he was still much too shy to make the first move.
nerd!patrick who nearly cums in his pants when you bump into him in the hall. oh my god your smell is heavenly. “oh god i’m so sorry” you turn around to check if he ok. patrick finds himself unable to speak, so mesmerized by your beauty.
nerd!patrick who thinks about the interaction for the rest of the day. the sickly sweet smell of your hair still stuck in his nostrils. on that day he began to search sniffing every last body wash, shampoo and perfume hoping to find the scent. when he luckily comes across the bottle of fragrance he knows that his mission is complete.
nerd!patrick who knows he’s probably not all the way sane at this point. but who is in this world? the creation he made looked like something out of a horror movie. a poorly put together mannequin he found behind the mall that he gad done his best to make look like you. a cheap wig he found at a costume shop, the perfume he’d bought,clothes you’d left in the locker room. it wasn’t perfect in any means but it did the trick.
nerd!patrick who did obscene thing to your look alike. four hours he humped the leg imagining all the mean things you’d say to him. “you’re such a pervert..i hate you” you’d say in that tone that melted his heart.
i firmly believe that ryan ross loves choking and degrading you. especially at the same time <3
oh anon jerk!ryan ross is coming together i want to write a little blurb tho. fuck i love imaging him being a piece of shit bf. dare i say a bit worse than mikey ?? this is nsfw dark content !! mentions of ed,noncon,degrading,insults,rough sex,toxic relationships
pretty. odd. was going to be a masterpiece. a beloved album world wide.
if only ryan couple finish writing past the second song. it was driving him crazy how little was getting done. so many thoughts but couldn’t get them down on paper. lol that’s so me
any time ryan got upset, even over the smallest thing, he’d take it out on you. calling you mean names or starting a pointless argument or even going as far as to suggest play wrestling as an excuse to rough you up a little. and uh know he wouldn’t say sorry. why would he ? there’s no point in wasting words. he’d just climb into bed like nothing happened,pulling you closer and mumbling something about missing you all day.
oh my god and you know he’d show out for his friends. anytime brendon was around he would get extra mean. “you sure you need a second slice ? you’re practically busting out of those jeans as it is”
you’re holding back tears as the guys chuckle. “don’t say that man, she’s been starving herself” brendon says under his breath.
“she’s not doing a good job of it i can’t tell”. he shoots back throwing them into another fit of laughter.
that’s not even the worst of it. they just go on and on the whole night. you ind yourself wondering why you’re even with him anymore. the gentle soul that was ryan ross was now gone,replaced with this mean stranger.
i really can’t see ryan having soft sex. ryan ross doesn’t make love. he can’t stay hard when he isn’t slapping you around. imagine how angry he’d get when you say “maybe it’s all the drugs, dipshit. all day you’re using -of course your dick doesn’t work.your body is falling apart ry you need to get clean”
ryan is oh so hurt by your words. you’re his one and only safe space. the one person in his life who doesn’t criticize him. and to think he treated you with nothing but kindness.
the sex is rough. he doesn’t ask. he waits till you’re coming out of the shower before he drags you to the bed room.
“you’re pulling to hard can you let go”. your voice comes out shakier than you wanted. you’re totally freaking out. ryan could be so unpredictable sometimes.
he doesn’t grace you with a response. you’re shoved against the walll. the back of his arm was pressed against your neck, restraining your air supply.
“you know what i hate most about you”? his breath is hot against your neck and the smell of whisky is more than aparent.
“how selfish you are. i can’t fucking believe you’re acting out while i’m struggling with all this. you don’t care about anyone but yourself”.
he applies a little more pressure to your neck. the sounds of your breath quickening. “even now, you’re grinding against me…disgusting”. ryan means every word of it too.
errr ok i kinda made him the worst ever i might love it just a little….headcanons will be here soon my brain has been infested with this idea
