Tamsy looks at you distraught placing his hand on his chin
“Have you ever used your vital instrument on someone that you weren’t fighting?”
You wondered if he’d use it on you,considering how freaky it is ….
Everyone could tell that you and Tamsy had some sort of spark; the shared glances in the jeep before missions. The way he'd keep you close to him whenever there was a new enemy. You went tamsy followed. Hed love it when you would mess with his hair.
In his room sitting in a nearby chair messing with some trinket on his table he was eyeing you how rudo looked at candy.
“Nevermind….”
You waved your hand embarrassed at the thought of being strung up. his footsteps reach you
“What not gonna finish what you started?”
“I didn’t start anything!” You threw your hands up in protest he giggled at your reaction, his arms boxing you in on either side of the arm rests. You meet his now glowing eyes.
“W-wait Tamsy I was just kidding!” He laughed peppering kisses from your cheek to your neck
“To late…”
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.
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You felt the rope tighten around your waist as it held you down on his bed
“Tamsy that’s not fair!” He smiled at his view below him. your breaths were coming out ragged and labored his hand slid under your shirt caressing your tummy, you laughed.
“man I’m gonna stuff you full” he said in a hushed tone
“What was that?” You managed to spit out
“Hm? Oh nothing”
“Now, do you want to continue my dear?”
“Yes” you were unsure of what he was talking about but about to find out soon enough..
His rope tightened he looked as your face grew with grimace he rarely got to see that face from you. with him being the cause of your facial expressions he kissed your forehead. you whine in pain as the rope digs into your skin
“Sorry bout that” he giggles
He puts his vital instrument away, the ropes retracting from your body, the bruises were painted across your body. He held you close, caressing the marks he made.
“You think you could handle some more?”
“Tamsy..more like…?” You managed to get out holding onto his shoulder
“This di-”
“TAMSY” you bring your hands to your face
If anyone questioned why you were walking slow suddenly “it was just a fight with a trash beast!” Yeah, right a damn trash beast you sigh at the thought
He was in your room nursing you back to health like he wasn’t the one who did this…..
Dabura being oblivious about his attraction to you, basically.
Dabura doesn’t mean to be a… what do humans call it, again? Ah. Right. Pervert.
He feels the weight of the word on the tip of his tongue when you accuse him of being one, savoring the bitter aftertaste when he repeats it.
“Pervert? Me?”
He isn’t sure about being a pervert, but he is confused, especially when you look at him like that—all glassy eyed, your face that pretty pink hue he likes for reasons unknown to him.
It’s like looking at his favorite food when he is hungry, he thinks—it’s the best analogy he can come up with at the moment. Though Dabura obviously can’t eat you, unfortunately. It bothers him—leaves him weirdly unsatisfied.
“I’m just curious,” he innocently tilts his head to the side, “you told me I could ask you anything,” he looks directly at you and you flinch at the intensity of his stare.
“W-well, yes, you can,” you stutter, unable to hold his gaze, so you look to the side in defeat.
“Then what?”
He takes one step forward.
You take one step back.
“Dabura, you can’t just ask me to show you my breasts.”
He still doesn’t get it, but he respects you. You look like you are about to burst into small pieces, and he really doesn’t want you to.
Dabura is not a pervert, he is just curious. Who wouldn’t be? Sometimes even you can’t stop yourself from asking him questions of… rather peculiar nature.
“I counted them without getting distracted, finally. You have a 14-pack. Holy shit. How are you even real?”
You stare at his bare torso in bewilderment. He briefly wonders what you mean by ‘distracted,’ exactly.
“I am real,” he nods, and hums, like he said something worthy of writing in textbooks for future generations to learn.
You blink up at him, expression blank.
“I assume humans… aren’t able to posses a physique like mine?”
After you called him a pervert, he tries to be more careful with words.
You shake your head ‘no,’ looking up at him with those honest eyes again. You are so eager, it makes him feel strange things he’s never felt before.
Dabura stares down at you, like you are a speck of dust—not in a demeaning, but more in an assessing way.
“You are indeed very small,” he settles on the word he deems the most neutral.
“That was unnecessary, Dabura.”
You both can’t help your curiosity, sure, but he has to admit, he is far more intense when it comes to you, specifically.
“You smell different today,” he emphasizes the word ‘different,’ leaning down to smell the air around you, his nose twitching.
You let out an involuntary squeak, jumping back, a bit self-conscious.
“Don’t do that,” you shoo him away, but he is persistent.
“Sweet,” he adds, “it makes me want to…” he crosses his arms on his chest, straightens back up, and stares up at the blue sky.
Today, you insisted on having your lunch outside, because ‘the weather is nice’, you said. It is indeed pleasant.
He thinks it’s so human of you.
Dabura’s eyes widen slightly when he realizes. His head snaps back down to look at you—now also startled by his abrupt actions.
Right.
Of course.
He has been so oblivious, only because you were a human. He indeed knows what the nature of his feelings are.
“Ha,” it’s the only sound he makes.
It’s silent for a while—you look a bit concerned when Dabura finally speaks again.
“I understand now. I need,” he stops, looks down, then up. He doesn’t want to scare you any more than you already are. You seem genuinely distraught every time he steps too close to you, “tch, no,” he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, looking to the side, “want? Also no.”
“What…” you clear your throat, “what exactly are you trying to say? Maybe I could he—“
Before you can finish your sentence, he interrupts you, his tone flat, looking directly into your eyes. Again with unnecessarily heavy eye contact.
“I wish to copulate with you.”
Your mouth hangs open. And you know he isn’t joking because you explained the concept of joking to him yesterday—he doesn’t catch on that quick.
“It’s really bad. It interferes with my sleep schedule.”
“I am… sorry?”
It’s a complete and utter shit show after that—you become his personal google, since he doesn’t really have anyone else to ask those questions to, besides you.
The worst part is, the questions are about you.
“How to court a human woman? How to pleasure a human woman? Though, I don’t think I’d have any problem with that. Are human women fragile? They sure seem like they are.”
You feel like you are going to short-circuit any minute now and unlike google’s search history, no one can delete your memory.
“D-dabura… you… it’s too much. Let’s take one question at a time. First, let’s start with a topic you are most interested in.”
You sigh in defeat.
He doesn’t even hesitate before answering:
“How can I make you feel good?”
You can’t help but let out a small whimper—when is he going back to his home planet (of freaks, it seems like), exactly?
Can’t write descriptions to save my life. Not proofread, it’s just a draft. I want to sleep so bad rn, I will reread it tomorrow! I really hope I won’t regret posting this…
Warnings: controlling behavior, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, Stockholms syndrome??
So I'm giving the reader a name hahah might make this a series)
Nora POV
It's been four months since the night Steve took my virginity.... I was compliant I knew wherever I would go he would find me, I also didn't want to go in that basement, I was never really a confrontational person thanks to my mom even before Steve came into our lives.
I am sitting on the back patio watching as the morning squirrels chattering and running around. the weather was getting cooler, my hot tea on the table my hand resting on the small bump...
the large ring on my finger.
I look out at the skyline, as soon as Steve figured out I was pregnant he made me quit my waitress job. He set a lot of rules, but If I behave myself He lets me do what I want with reason.
for example if I stop resisting during sex I can go outside that was in the early stages, Steve is sweet when I obey the rules, when I don't there are consequences . I try to do as best as I can sometimes I would mess something up and I would almost cry because I was so afraid of going in the basement.
But he never did just saying that it was an accident....
I hear the slide door open and see Steve standing there in his sweatpants and shirtless well he was putting on a white shirt.
"Your gonna catch a cold out here." He says walking towards me.
"Sorry but the cool air feels nice." I say humming
"hmm. Fall is approaching." he says taking my arm lightly making me stand
"Yes, it's my favorite season." I say smiling up at him
He chuckles
"I know. but you need to keep this little one safe." He says placing his hand on my belly
"I don't think the cold with hurt him." I say
"Him so certain it's gonna be a boy?" He says with a chuckle as we enter the house
"Just a feeling." I say with a shrug,
"Go get ready, that's what were riding out today." He says
"Plus I have a surprise for you later." He says with a smirk kissing me on the forehead
I nodded going upstairs
these past few months have changed for me dramatically. and oddly enough I see Steve less as a monster and more into a different light. sure it might be clouded judgment, or whatever you wanna call it but for some reason I do see a future with him....
I change into a black shirt with sunflowers on it, and a pair of leggings and head downstairs.
ᰔ the first time you met vi was in the hallways at school. she had just recently broken up with her ex, but they weren’t ever officially together. it was a bunch of drama that you weren’t invested in. vi was a little upset, but tried to not think about it which clearly didn’t work. she was zoned out while walking, her legs on autopilot, and she didn’t even notice you. of course, she bumped into you. she groaned, helping you pick up your books. “you alright?” she asks, helping you off the floor. you looked up at her and nodded silently. “thanks..” you said before walking away. fuck. you were so damn beautiful.
ᰔ the next time she spotted you was in the library during lunch. it was literally the next day, and vi had just remembered she needed a book to read for class. while searching (she hardly was) she noticed you in the corner of her eye, reading while eating a sandwich. she grinned and walked over. “hey, watcha reading?” vi asked. you looked up at her before looking at the book and telling her the title. “mm, never heard of it.” she plopped down in front of you, eyes searching your face curiously. she never dealt with girls like you..so quiet and shy. she didn’t speak on it. not yet at least. “sooo, why’re you in here alone during lunch? don’t you have friends?” she questioned, a little bluntly. “well..kinda.” you mumbled. “don’t lie to me.” she said, paused, letting there be a little quiet. “you don’t talk much, do you? it’s fine, i’m talkative enough for the both of us.” she chuckled at her own joke. from that day on, vi became your friend.
ᰔ vi became so protective of you. she understood your shy tendencies and knew you often didn’t stand up for yourself, so she vowed to always be there for you. after every class, she made sure to always ask “how was class, sweetheart?” with a gentle smile, listening intently as you ranted about what was good, bad, or both.
ᰔ eventually, as the weeks went by, your friendship grew a little more affectionate. you shared hugs, held hands, and gave each other little pecks on the cheek. if she ever noticed a frown on your face, she’d quickly pull you into her arms. “hey, you okay, sweetheart? whats the matter?” your quivering voice would tell her everything, whether it was rude people, a failed test, or stress. she gave your back gentle rubs, soothing you just a bit. when you finally stopped crying, she stroked your cheek, wiping away those tears and made sure you were okay. “i’m here, okay?” she always reassured.
ᰔ it was obvious to everyone, except for you, that vi liked you. one day, you came to her house after school and she let it all out. “listen, sweetheart. i need you to answer me honestly, kay?” she asked. when you nodded, she continued. “what’re we? normal friends don’t cuddle and hug and share little kisses and stuff..” she rubbed the back of her neck, a habit she does when she’s nervous. “and i know you’re a little..oblivious, so i’ll just say it. i like you, a lot. and i was wondering if..if you’d be my girl? as in girlfriend.” she rambled, her fingers finding yours. you were stunned to say the least. “well..uhm. y-yeah, of course.”
you had just made her the happiest woman in the world.
i hope you guys enjoyed this! i’m thinking of doing a part 2 of this but shared text messages, you know? anyway, please feel free to leave me any requests!<3
Hi, I was wondering if your going to make a part 2 for Nobody wants to be alone in the world, your Pietro fic? I really enjoyed reading it!!
Thank you so much! I love when people enjoy my writing!
Nobody Wants To Be Alone In The World (Part 2)
Part 1
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Shy!Autistic!Fem!Reader
Summary: Pietro and Wanda help you after a difficult day at school
Warnings/tags: teacher yelling, crying, meltdown, mention of fire alarms and fire drills, verbal shutdown, Pietro and Wanda are sweethearts, autistic reader, AuDHD reader, mentions of massive unexpected changes in routine, fluff, hurt/comfort, mention of utilitarianism in an essay context
…some people believe that utilitarianism will lead to tyranny of the majority because of its focus on the most pleasure for the greatest number. However…
You sit back for a moment while you try to think of a counterpoint. The amount of times you manage to counterpoint yourself into a rut has to be a record, surely.
Glancing at the clock, you notice that it's ten minutes to four. It probably won't hurt to zone out for the rest of the lesson, right? You can always finish the essay off for homework.
Mr Jones looks up. "Alright, anybody who hasn't finished their essay in the lesson can finish it off for homework. The official homework for next week will be on the-"
There's a rustle as some people begin packing up.
Mr Jones goes silent.
You feel the air get thicker. Oh, no.
Mr Jones takes a deep breath. "I'm getting very tired of people packing up before the lesson's over. It's rude, and disrespectful, and I won't have it. And while we're on the subject, I've seen five people with their phones out this lesson, and I've had to tell several people to spit out their gum. This might be a college, but when you're in my classroom, you follow my rules. Is that understood?" (He yells this last sentence.)
You stare hard at your desk, not daring to make eye contact or look at your laptop. The air feels thick enough to cut with a knife.
What's wrong with you people? you think. Can't you just wait?
You take a very quick glance at your laptop clock. 5 to 4. Almost time to go. Hang in there, Y/N.
Suddenly, the fire alarm goes off.
Following what you've seen on all the fire safety signs, you leave behind your stuff, and get out of the door as fast as you can without running.
The fire exit doors on the corridor are opened, and everybody's pushing and shoving as you go down an unfamiliar, metal staircase down to the sports field.
Everybody's chatting and laughing or trying to find their friends like it's some sort of party, but all you can do is panic, thinking about your stuff stuck in that wretched classroom.
Why didn't I grab it? you wonder, cursing yourself as you see everybody else with their phones and bags.
The fire alarm's blaring like crazy, but nobody seems worried. There isn't even any smoke coming from the buildings. Maybe it's a drill?
*Please let this be a drill. Please, please don't let my stuff get burned."
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the alarm stops, and everybody starts to disperse. The fire brigade don't seem to have been called, so presumably it was a drill.
You follow everyone off the sports field, through the car park, and back to the main campus, before heading over to the building you'd been having your lesson in. It's well after four by now, but you don't care. Your aim is to get your stuff and get out of school before anything else happens.
It feels like an eternity walking up the stairs. School is never this empty, and it almost feels like you're an impostor. Half of you is expecting to get caught by security any moment, but the other half of you knows that's ridiculous, because you're wearing a school lanyard.
Finally, you reach the classroom. You can see your stuff inside, so you try the handle.
Somehow, you find yourself outside the building. The building where your stuff and your only means of getting home are.
Raw, visceral fear is the only thing propelling you as you rush to the ALS base, only to find it locked.
"Y/N?"
You look up.
It's Wanda.
"Are you alright?" she asks.
You shake your head, crumpling completely as tears stream down your cheeks. You try to speak, but your throat feels completely blocked.
"Can I read your mind?" whispers Wanda.
You nod desperately.
It only takes her a second to read your mind. Once she has, she takes you to the front desk.
The librarian looks up. "Girls? Are you alright?"
"Y/N has accidentally left her stuff in the classroom," said Wanda. "It is locked."
"Security will have a key to get in," says the librarian. "Do you want me to take you?"
Wanda shakes her head. "We will be alright. But thank you."
Taking your hand, she leads you out of the library and to the security desk.
"It will be alright, Y/N," she said. "This is probably not the first time someone has left their stuff in a classroom."
Fortunately, the security guys do have a key to get in, and once you've grabbed all your stuff and Wanda's thanked the security guy for both of you, she turns to you.
"Pietro is practicing football in the sports hall with the boys, so I will wait for him, but you do not have to wait."
You don't need any second bidding. You've been desperate to get out of school for the whole day.
Just as long I can get on the bus and get home in a decent time, I'll be fine, you tell yourself as you walk to the bus stop. It's just a ten minute walk, a bit of waiting, and then I can finally get on the bus and go home.
It's with a sigh of relief that you see the Quentin Road bus stop, but then you notice the big red sticker plastered over the timetable, and your soul leaves your body.
The 37 route will not be stopping on Mitchell Street, Quentin Road, or The Boulevard on Friday the 13th December due to roadworks in the area
Pulling out your phone, you try to look up what other bus stop are in the area that the 37 might stop at, but you've used up all your data. You try to text your mum, but the messages won't send, and only display an error message. Even Whatsapping and calling isn't working.
Finally, after panicking and wandering around the streets, you walk back to school, where you see Pietro waiting at the 45 bus stop for his bus.
He stares when he sees you. "Y/N? Printesa, what happened? Why are you out so late?"
You stare at him for a second before bursting into sobs. Tears stream down your face as you shake your head.
Pietro rushes over. "Oh, draga, oh, no…"
Putting an arm around you, he quickly leads you to the bus stop and sits you down.
"Can I give you a hug?" he asks.
You nod tearfully, and he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest.
"It will be alright, draga," he murmurs. "I will fix this."
Once you're calm enough to speak, you manage to tell him what happened with the bus.
"My mum drove me in this morning," you explain, sniffling. "That's why I didn't know about the bus. But she's away for a few days, and so's my dad."
Pietro nods. "That's rough." He's quiet for a moment, but then says, "Do you want to come home with me and Wanda? We have a bed at our place."
You pause for a moment. "I should probably ask my mum."
Pietro hands you his phone, and you call your mum and ask her. Fortunately, she's fine with it, and actually thanks Pietro for his hospitality.
Pietro grins when you pass along the good news, and texts Wanda to tell her. "She got bored because I took too long with the football," he explains to you. "I never take the bus anyway. I run home. It's free, so…" He shrugs. "I can carry you home, if you want?"
The thought of being that close to Pietro makes you blush, but you nod. Waiting for the bus is tedious, and riding the bus takes time as well, so getting home in a few seconds is the obvious choice.
Pietro grins again, and without hesitating, pulls you into a bridal carry.
The next thing you know, Pietro's carried you into the spare room at his and Wanda's apartment. You can hear him chatting in Sokovian to Wanda in the kitchen.
There's a knock at the door. You open it to see Wanda, who smiles at you when she sees you.
"Dinner will be ready soon," she says. "You do not have to eat with us; you can stay in your room and eat if you like. Pietro says you can borrow his t-shirt if you like, but you cannot steal it."
"Thank you," you murmur. "I think I might just eat and then go to sleep."
Wanda nods. "Alright. Pietro wants a movie night, but I will tell him off if he wakes you."
You giggle. "Thanks. And thanks for letting me stay here."
Wanda smiles. "It is nothing. You are our friend."
After she's left, you climb into the bed, smiling.
You'd forgotten how nice it was having friends, and now you had a whole weekend with them to look forward to, then the holidays, and then Christmas!
(shyReader) didn't have many friends she didn't mind though, she enjoyed her own company. That is until Patrick hockstetter noticed her, he has a reputation for messing with kids. So (shyReader) was not thrilled to be noticed by him.
Contains: Dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, oral sex, violence, choking, hitting
As she walked to class Patrick and his friends are by the lockers. Henry looked (shyReader) up n down and the rest of the groups eyes followed. The one that rlly caught her attention, was Patrick hockstetter. The town phycopath,he was know for carrying a lighter and tormenting kids with his friend group….The Bowers Gang. (shyReader) walked away faster as she passed the lockers and headed to class. First period began and she noticed smth that she didn't before. Patrick hockstetter is in her class,he walks in late. (shyReader) gets her work out trying not to look up and make eye contact with him. Before she can say no he was sitting next to her in the back of the classroom.
(shyReader) looks up
Patrick is looking right at her and he had that creepy grin on his face.
The one that made her spin shiver, because she’s seen that smile before. Right when hes about to torment a kid, he grins like a maniac. (shyReader) prepares for the worst,he just looks her up n down n says.
"Hi princess"
She was caught off guard at first, she felt her cheeks heating up. (shyReader) slowly responds
"Oh.. h.. Hi?" She cleared her throat awkwardly . Patrick smirks noticing her discomfort, he glances at the teacher lecturing . Patrick never does his work. But as the teacher spoke, he observes how she writes everything down. He weirdly likes how she listens and does what she's supposed to do. That's when his messed up brain flipped a switch and now he's obsessed with (shyReader) It didn't take him a lot to want something,and when he does he gets it. He's extremely unhealthy and possessive. He doesn't want to like someone... He wants to OWN them.
So that begin his racing thoughts abt doing unspeakable things to (shyReader). He didn't talk the rest of the class he watched her . The teacher didn't say anything, they were honestly scared of him. (shyReader )was visibly uncomfortable,but hates confrontation so she didn't say anything.
After class (shyReader) is putting up her books and stuff and Patrick approaches.
Patrick says "skip class with me princess"
(shyReader) looks up surprised n she holds her textbooks closer to her nervous body.
She responds anxiously.
"I..I have never skipped class before, I don't want to get in t…trouble". Patrick smirks n steps closer, her breath catches in her throat a little . He stands right in front of her and smiles creepily. He starts to mess with a strand of (shyReader’s) long brown hair. She trys to not move away she’s to scared , he likes that fear. Patrick then says "I didn't ask, did I?", (shyReader) hesitates and looks up at him, responding in a low tone. " I... Uhm..no but-". Patrick puts a finger over her lips hushing (shyReader) “shhh princess”. He grabs her wrist n she was too scared to pull away or scream for help. So (shyReader) follows nervously looking around. He takes her to the back of the school, there is an exist. Patrick opens the door, the sun hits their faces. He grins and pulls her out of the building. They walk down the old stairs, into the woods behind the school. She was so Terrified, he lead (shyReader) deeper into the woods. Acting as if he was observing nature. As soon as they were far enough where no one could see them. He pulls her closer and (shyReader) gasps and looks up at Patrick. She says quickly "pls don't hurt me Patrick". Patrick grins creepily and pulls her in by her hips. He pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and says.
"princess I won't hurt you.... If you behave and do what I ask of you". Patrick grins waiting for a response,(shyReader) realizes she has no choice. "O..ok but pls don't d..do anything to me", she says stuttering scared and tearing up. He loves that she’s so afraid of him, he leans in suddenly and kisses her firmly. She whimpers surprised and he loves the little, scared noises she makes. Patrick forces (shyReader) to kiss back and he places her against a tree. She didn't know what to do. Patrick is skinny but he's surprisingly stronger than (shyReader)is. So she trys not to move away but she felt him slowly start to grope her. Grabbing her breasts through her thin top, she gasps into the kiss. She pulls away from the kiss,"Patrick..." . She says his name like a plea for him to stop. Patrick looks down at her, smirking and not moving his hand off her breast. He replied "what princess I said I wouldn't hurt you... Yet". She looks visibily uncomfortable and looks up at him. "Pls t..this isn’t ..c..consensual" she says logically, like it will snap him out of what he's doing. Patrick is not a normal person, that only fueled him to want to touch her more. He responds with "what are you going to do about it princess?" ... "Scream?.. Go ahead no one will come for you". He smirks and used one hand to grab her throat,she looks even more terrified then before. The realization that no one can hear her sets in. Patrick is insane, he will hurt her in some type of way. He then chokes her for a minute, letting her feel the control he has over her. She whimpers n tears up, she looks up at him with pleading eyes.(shyReader) is hoping he'd have mercy on her, she clearly was forgetting Patrick is a psycho. He smirked as she struggled. Suddenly he forced her on her knees on the woods floor. She looks up at him shocked,"w..Wait what are y-..you doing". Patrick grins and starts undoing his belt. Her eyes widen realizing what he's about to do. She have no choice, she wants to look away but can't. ( shyReader) was to scared to find out how bad the punishment would be if she disobeyed him. So she didn't even try to fight for her freedom.
Patrick smiled excited by her submission he picked (shyReader) on purpose. Knowing she can’t fight back or stand up for herself. He pulls out his cock. Her eyes widen, he's 7 1/2 inches and was kinda thick. She didnt know what to do and she froze up against the tree. (shyReader ) hasn’t done anything sexual with a boy before. She’s never seen porn magazines so she didn’t know what to do. Patrick can tell she wasn’t experienced so he gets closer and smirked. He says "aw are u lost?... Let me help with that". He grabbed her hair and pulls her forward to his cock. She gasps scared n surprised n looks up at him, his cock is in view. He says "open your mouth now", she hesitated scared. Patrick got impatient quickly and grabs her chin forcing her lips to part. (shyReader’s) eyes widen and Patrick slowly places the tip of his cock on her tongue. She tasted him on Her tongue. He was sweaty n bitter and He forces her to move her head forward to take him in her mouth more. Her eyes widen and Patrick's cock was in (shyReader ‘s) mouth, she tries not to choke or move to much. She didn't want to get in trouble so she trys to slowly move forward . Patrick sees she didnt know what she's doing, so he grabs her head n slowly guides her. She gags and he smiles enjoying corrupting her innocence. He shoves her head down to take more of his thick cock in her mouth. She chokes n starts to tear up and He manages to find a rhythm. She's going back and forth, slowly getting the hang of it. (shyReader) big blue eyes look up at him as she's sucking him off crying …her makeup down her face. He pulls her hair a little n she whines around his cock, the vibrations make him groan. (shyReader) looks like a mess he loves it . Patrick says ‘breathe through your nose princess u got it ‘ she keeps sucking him off, hoping he won't get aggressive with her anymore. She trys to breathe through her nose and adjust. She slowly did but Suddenly he pulls her head all the way down n back up n got rlly aggressive. He’s making her gag, he keeps going n groans loud n cums down her throat. She didn’t know what was happening she chokes because she doesn’t know how to swallow cum. Patrick moans under his breathe slowly biting his lip, he let's her come up off his cock. She comes up coughing, she didn't know what happened . Her face was flushed, she had tears down it and her hair was messy from Patrick. He smiled n says ‘why didn’t u swallow princess ‘. She looks up at Patrick messy and teary eyed, she swallow hard trying to get her throat to adjust back. (shyReader) had a pouty expression she’s upset that this happened . she says ’I didn’t know I had to swallow ’. Patrick is smirking at her pathetic state and her comment. He says "aww but look at how messy u are ". He gives her cheek a light slap with his cock, (shyReader)blushed n looks away embarrassed. He grabs her chin making her look at him as he crouches down infront of her. Patrick grins creepily and says "I know you liked that don't lie". She whimpers scared n shakes her head no. Patrick didn't like that so he slaps her, she whines out surprised. He grabs her hair and pulls it back to make her look at him. Patrick says "don't be a brat your lucky I haven't done worse". He pulls her up roughly she whimpers and straightens up next to him.
HI GUYS!! this is my first Smut!!
I've never written anything like this before, so I hope its not to bad and you enjoy.
