#One more one more

[orbitariums]

*+. 🎧

pussy taste like rum punch... all it took was one touch, knock out one punch... eat it up for lunch lunch... +*

expanding more on rum punch... gonna call this lil series #recoverybf!patrick (x black reader alwaysss)

contains: smut (oral f receiving), slight pheromone kink?, cheating, patrick acting like reader's coochie is on steroids

recoverybf!patrick, who you come crying to when your real boyfriend is being a dick (which is often) will spend what feels like hours between your legs, eyes closed in complete bliss as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you, not minding when your legs shake uncontrollably and damn near crush his head. he just pries them open with a gentle shove and keeps at his job, his tongue lapping away at your sopping core as you cry out like you're asking the gods for forgiveness. your clit is sore and sensitive, and you're not sure you have another one left, but he always coaxes it out of you. slows his speed, ever so softly ghosts his tongue against your pussy like water trickling down a stream. just closes his lips around the clit ever so softly, just enough to apply pressure but not enough to make you actually tap out (you did once, and he tried his hardest not to mope — you returned the favor by giving him head, and as much as patrick loves your mouth, loves feeling the side of your cheek bulge with the swell of his cock, he is a giver, especially when it comes to you).

"pussy tastes so good," he would often murmur against your cunt, as if it was its own person, a separate entity from you. he'd say this while his lids were heavy and his fingers were tracing against your clit, ready to tease and prod at your slit. it was like he was in a trance, memorizing your pussy to memory while you looked down at him with the deepest admiration and honestly, a hint of surprise.

patrick always bragged about how many girls he fucked and how much he made them come, how good he was at "eating pussy." and while you were curious, you were slightly dubious – you'd always been attracted to him, but for some reason it was hard to believe that he was this extremely generous sex god who made girls squirt on his face on a regular basis. patrick had this selfish, overtly masculine energy about him that made you think different — but that was before you started running to him every other day to get fucked, tears from an argument with your boyfriend freshly dried on your face. you were pleasantly surprised the first time he went down on you, which was of course that first night, and all the times after.

he's such a dickhead, though. he'll pull away from your pussy with his mouth completely soaked, readjust the backwards cap he has on his head and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as he leans back on his knees to look at you, a quivering, fucked out work of art underneath him. usually you'd tell him to wipe the smug fucking smirk on his face but you're too busy getting hit with aftershocks from your third time coming.

once after, you were getting cleaned up and patrick was throwing something together in the kitchen for you two to eat. while he was half-heartedly washing dishes in the sink he turned to you and asked,

"do you take supplements or something?"

"hmm?" you hummed absentmindedly as you scrolled on your phone, your brain clear of all the drama and nonsense that had caused you to flock here — patrick made sure to fuck the stress out of you, right after eating it out of your pussy, slurping and sucking like his life depended on it, biting your inner thighs ever so slightly. he'd want to leave marks, but he knows he can't, knows you'll kill him, knows it'll jeopardize what you have going on (but deep down he believes you'd still find your way back to him anyway even if he did fuck up that majorly).

"i mean, you taste so fucking good. like are you taking some kind of vitamin or something?"

"patrick, what?" you sat up sit up then, glaring at him in genuine confusion, your brows knit together.

"i'm just asking like.... is there some sort of pill you can take to make your pussy taste good? because you do taste really good, like the best i've ever had. i don't mean to be crass but usually they don't taste like that. i was just wondering," he shrugged, rambling on like it's not the absolute dumbest thing you've ever heard.

you weren't offended by any means, but you do note that no one else has made such a big deal about your taste like patrick. everytime he goes down on you it's "you taste so fucking good yn" or "your pussy's so fucking sweet" or "could eat this sweet little pussy for hours, baby" or, more recently: "wish you'd keep this all for me."

you wonder if it's some special kink he has, but then it's only with you? you'll wonder if this is a good or bad sign... if he's this attracted to your pheromones and your taste, shouldn't this mean something? you remembered hearing something similar in biology class — not that your teacher had ever said anything close to patrick asking you if you took pills to make your vagina taste good.

"you're comparing the taste of my vagina to other girls you've been with?" you respond with a raised brow, half-joking.

"c'mon. you know they're not you," he responded.

"not even close?" you egged him on.

"no shot," he shook his head, spooning in fried rice leftovers into your bowl.

the first time you squirt on patrick's face, you're apologizing profusely, covering your mouth in embarrassment at how you've soaked through his couch.

you're gasping, horrified,

"patrick, oh my god, i'm so sorry, i swear i didn't mean to, i didn't even know, i never usually — i mean, by myself, but —"

he doesn't even register your blubbery apologies, just keeps eating you, letting his face get soaked in your juices as he practically makes out with your pussy.

"attafuckinggirl," he cuts you off with a literal growl, his eyebrows furrowed in what looked like determination and concentration — like he hadn't already made you squirt around his tongue. your brain practically freezes over when he adds two fingers into the mix and they just slide so easily into your pussy because of all the wetness there — but somehow you still feel that sweet stretch around his fingers and you both moan at that. "fuck, pussy's just fucking taking it. want you to squirt for me like that again, okay sweetheart?"

you should've known patrick would be a fiend for being squirted on — he's always been particular about bodily fluids and scents and licking and tasting and anything wet and warm. but somehow you're still creaming around his fingers just at the sheer realization of how excited he is, how proud that he's made you squirt like that with just his tongue, and that he wants more. if you were with your boyfriend...

"he doesn't eat it like this, does he?" he asks, half-muffled as he presses his lips back against your pussy in tandem with his fingers driving in and out of you, making obscene squelching noises as cream forms around his fingers.

you can barely even lift your head to shake it no, so out comes a little squeak instead.

"mhm," he hums, knowing that the vibration of his voice against your pussy sends electric shocks up your spine. "what i thought. now give me one more."

just a wee little drabble, more to come with this concept... i love #recoverybf!patrick ♡

[catherinetheprincessofwales]

The Prince of Wales attends the Sovereign's Parade on behalf of King Charles III at the Royal Air Force College in Cranwell on September 12, 2024 in Sleaford, England, United Kingdom.

[wickedcriminal]

Magic! (+title)

[lovethegoalies]

how am I supposed to sleep now? I feel like I'm going to explode

[twinnfawn]

Yknow rewatching gravity falls makes you realize how batshit insane Ford truly was

1. Lights his face on fire instead of shaving because “it’s faster”

2. Suggests Rudolph should’ve murdered the other reindeer for making fun of him

3. Had a situationship with a triangle

[canonkiller]

I just think everyone should take a moment to consider the question "what is your visual shorthand for cruelty?" and then follow it up with a critical "and who taught you that?"

specific examples include but are not limited to

why is an evil timeline character design disabled? (why do the heroes go through equally punishing battles and never lose an arm, a leg, an eye?)

why are the futuristic scifi terrorists uniformly darker skinned? (why are the heroes so much lighter?)

why is the greedy boss fat? (why are the heroes skinny?)

why is the criminal mastermind heavily scarred? (why is the brooding, traumatized hero unscathed?)

why is the predatory creep a bearded person in a dress and makeup? (why are none of the heroes trans women?)

who taught you that this is how things are?

how long do you plan on repeating it?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[jackyjackdraws]

I got this idea at 3am.

No, I won't elaborate further

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[sanguinifex]

You gotta read and watch some old books and films that aren’t 100% modern politically correct. I’m not saying you should agree with everything in them but you need to learn where genres came from to understand what those genres are doing today and where media deconstructing old tropes is coming from.

Also, more often than you might think, they’re not actually promoting bigotry so much as “didn’t consider all the implications of something” or just used words that were polite then but considered offensive now.

Kill the censor in your head.

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[totopopopo]

a good sumerian inexplicably donated five packs of 500 temporary tattoos to the classroom, each pack featuring identical pictures of a different invasive species of bug

[wrenchwenches]

[miiilowo]

non-practicing slut. is this anythign

[sabertoothwalrus]

modern au laios

[thunderon]

“long hair on guys doesn’t make them less masculine. think keanu reeves, jason momoa, danny trejo, or the guy at your local dive bar who rides a motorcycle”

*the crowd nods*

“so long hair doesn’t necessarily determine masculinity”

*the crowd, more hesitant, still nodding*

“butches can have long hair—“

*GUNSHOT*