#paterson smut

[kylosjuul]

Kylo Ren NSFW Alphabet (reupload)

a/n: i posted this last year and here it is again! if ur expecting kylo to be a dom don’t read this. Also, this is AFAB!reader.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Kylo has never had anybody to cherish like this, to hold. So you best believe after sex, he’s planting soft kisses across your face and lips trying to show how lucky he feels to have you; that you gave this gift of intimacy to him. It’s all soft touches and cuddles (fight me on this). He looks at you with a sense of longing, to have this feeling forever. He’ll hold your hand over his heart while you fall asleep on his chest, for it only beats for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everything about your body has Kylo red in the face, but he finds his eyes trailing to your thighs and your ass often. Your uniform clings to them tightly, and he feels guilty about how quick his blood pools to his thighs, constantly readjusting his leather pants when you bend down or “accidentally” brush against him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay, listen. Kylo has never had any sexual experience so you BEST believe he cums a lot. And hard. Borderline hyperspermia. He’s just so sensitive and you just feel too good wrapped around him. Expect rope after rope of thick cum coating your walls, spilling out of you and down your thighs :D

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You make him hard. A lot. He feels so perverted, especially in the beginnings of your relationship. The soft floral notes of your perfume made his pants constrict, the sweet smell making him dizzy. Every kiss, every brush of your fingers=boner. He was embarrassed. The worst part is the wet dreams. Oh. The dreams. Kylo’s mind would drift to images of you kissing him, sitting on top of him, the warmth between your legs remedying the pressure building in his hips; but he would wake up every time, hard as a rock, spilling into his sleep pants panting your name. Yeah.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Absolute virg. Never even kissed a girl before. The first time you climbed on top of him and started trailing kisses down his neck, he was 100% whipped, almost finishing in his uniform as you rocked against his length. He knew he couldn’t give this up, couldn’t give YOU up.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

A bit simple, but this man lovesss missionary. He gets off when your face twists up in pleasure, knowing he’s the one providing it to you. Plus, he can hear each moan, each sharp intake of breath; Between your face drenched in lust, your sweet sounds, and your tits bouncing with each thrust, this position makes him cum the hardest. (Besides you on top. He’ll dig his fingers into your hips watching himself disappear inside you over and over. yum).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say Kylo is serious during the deed. He just loves you so much and wants to worship you with every bit of intimacy he has in him. Large calloused palms smoothing back your hair, plush lips sucking on your collarbone, all of it.

“You’re so beautiful. My sweet girl…”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He isn’t the hairiest man in the galaxy, but he does have a bit of hair down south. Nothing too extreme though. Kylo is very hygienic and well groomed, nothing to worry about here!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

THE MOST INTIMATE. You can see in his eyes how he feels he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve your soft body beneath him. He treats you as if you’ll break, as if you’re the most precious being in the universe. Constantly asking if you’re okay, or, “Does this feel good?” He loves to serve you. To pleasure you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As aforementioned, Kylo can’t help how hard he is around you 24/7. If he knows he’s going to see you, he’ll tuck himself away into his refresher and think of your figure, your eyes looking up at him, (that REALLY makes him cum fast) and stroke his cock with a punishing pace, imagining you slamming down on his hips. He feels a tinge of shame as he grits his teeth and releases his load onto the refresher door.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise. He feels his thighs go weak when you drag your fingers through his hair and call him a “good boy.” He’ll look up at you through heavy lids, a silent plea for more soft touches and appraisals. Also, eye contact. If you ever want anything from him, just look up at his through your eyelashes and he’ll blush like a madman, giving you whatever it is you crave.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a very private person and extremely jealous, so he prefers to fuck you in your shared quarters. Nowhere else. Okay, maybe in his TIE, but that’s only when you beg him so sweetly; and who is he not to give his girl whatever she wants?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yes. Just yes. A kiss that lingers a second too long, his name on your lips (in any context), your soft hand following the curve of his jaw. He’s a goner. If you want to torture the man, wear a low cut top around him, he’ll be desperately grabbing at your hips in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving someone else. He’s a jealous, jealous man. All these fics about him sharing you with the KOR….girl. A big no no is anything related to degradation. Attention all Kylo writers! He would never even DREAM of calling you names or hurting you in any way. You’re his precious girl and he just loves you so so much:(

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Virgin, remember? The first time you sucked his cock, he’s was a panting mess, brows furrowed, low moans punched from his chest, finishing in your mouth in under a minute. After a few times together, you guided him on how to eat pussy, and he definitely prefers watching your hips rock up into his face, coming undone from his warm tongue. (Kylo will never admit this, but while he was eating you out he rocked against the mattress like a rabid dog, cumming all over his stomach, a pool of his spend spreading over the sheets. Yeah, he prefers giving).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how much time you’ve spent apart. If he hasn’t seen you for a week, (missions, supreme leader shit) he’ll fuck into you with a strong and punishing pace, still careful not to hurt you, though. If it’s a normal day, he’ll slowly rock into you, dragging his cock along your walls in a sensual way, but you usually beg him to speed up, pushing you further and further up the mattress.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kylo is a simp. He will take whatever you so kindly gift him with. You get to fuck your man whenever you so please. He gives it to you no matter the time. Day or night. He’s just so excited there’s a GIRL who wants him, his cock, this badly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nah. Not really. He’d rather savor the sex, instead of constantly looking over his shoulder. But if you drag him into a storage closet aboard and start massaging him through his leather, who is he to say no?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hate to burst any bubbles here, but he’s completely inexperienced, so don’t expect him to last very long, at least not at first. He physically has to tense his muscles, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, trying so hard NOT to blow his load the second your tight wet heat engulfs his cock. His skin is flaming hot, but he’s shivering above you, groans emanating from his slacked jaw, trying to fight the way his balls draw up, the way his stomach muscles tighten already.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Are sex toys canon in Star Wars? Someone please lmk. But my answer is going to be no for now!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kylo doesn’t have to tease you, like, at all. You just want him so bad all the time and he still doesn’t understand why. However. You’re quite the tease, and this poor virgin can’t take it. Seriously, if you want to see the mighty Kylo Ren crumble, all you need to do is press a chaste kiss to his lips, put a hand on his thigh, look at him, or just breathe basically, and he’ll be hard and wanting in seconds. I love our space boyfriend.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ben Swolo can make some NOISE lemme tell ya. It’s all low groans and grunts, so caught up in the heat of your body and how fucking tight you are around him. No matter how hard he tries to contain the noises that slip from his throat, he can’t help it. He’ll confidently moan and moan in your ear, minted breath hitting your cheek, letting you know his pleasure is solely from you, and you alone.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kylo is what we call a service top. He would do anything to put your pleasure first, his own pleasure depends on that. He had never cum harder than that first time you clamped around his cock, finally feeling your orgasm around him. Lights flickered and whirred; it was…intense.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hung like a moose omg who said that? Anyways. My guess is 7-8 inches. Good luck girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Siri play ‘Everyday’ by Ariana Grande please. Seriously. He feels fucking insane with how bad he wants to be buried in you at all times. Whether he’s tired, beaten or bruised, you could catch a dick anytime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kylo will eventually fall asleep cuddled up next to you, but not until he allots himself a few minutes to admire your beauty, running his thick fingers through your hair, kissing your temple until he sees you eyes flutter shut. Awe. Whatta softie.

[rynwritesstuff]

Adam Driver Character Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist for Adam Driver's Characters!

☆ All of the content linked below the cut is strictly for those who are 18+! If you are under 18, do NOT continue ☆

*An asterisk indicates smut!

→ Kylo Ren

Mine/Yours (Oneshot)*

The Red Means ‘I Love You’ (Oneshot)*

My Favorite Flavor (Vampire!Kylo) (Oneshot)

My Dearest Love (Medieval!Kylo) (Oneshot)*

Wasteland Baby (Oneshot)

Willow (Pirate!Kylo) (Oneshot)

Willow - Part II (Pirate!Kylo) (Oneshot)*

Now Way to Say 'Goodbye' (Oneshot)

Kylo giving reader his cape (Blurb)

Trying to get Kylo to bake with you (Blurb)

Kylo comforting reader after the loss of a family member (Blurb)

Kylo injuring the reader (Oneshot)

“I want you to be more gentle tonight.” (Blurb)*

“I learned to love you.” + “Nobody can compare to you.” (Blurb)

“I’ve never done something like this before.” (Blurb)*

Arranged marriage + Medieval!Kylo (Headcanons)

→ Charlie Barber

Illicit Affairs (Oneshot)

Crazy in Love (FamousDirector!Charlie) (Oneshot)*

Break My Heart Again (Oneshot)

Mine, Mine, Mine (Oneshot)*

Sex with Daddy!Charlie (Blurb)*

“Does this feel good?” “No, I still feel like shit.” (Blurb)*

Reader being afraid of apologies due to past abuse. (Blurb)

“I’m not jealous.” (Blurb)*

Enjoying a New Years’ Eve getaway with Charlie (Blurb)*

Needy reader (Headcanons)

→ Clyde Logan

Car Wash (Oneshot)*

“I can’t believe you’re mine.” (Blurb)

Hayride (Blurb)

Yours and Clyde’s daughter getting in trouble for fighting with another student. (Blurb)

“I’m not wearing any underwear. I thought you’d like to know.” (Blurb)*

Disciplining his daughter (Blurb)

Pregnancy sex (Blurb)*

Cuddling/A quiet night at home (Blurb)

→ Flip Zimmerman

Let It Snow! (Oneshot)*

“I think I’m in love with you.” (Blurb)

“I need you to fuck me into oblivion.” (Blurb)*

Keeping reader warm (Blurb)

Flip being possessive (Blurb)

Camping (Blurb)

Possessive!Flip eats you out (Blurb)*

Playing sexy truth or dare with Flip (Blurb)*

Flip seeing reader’s breasts for the first time (Blurb)*

Moving in with Flip (Blurb)*

Asking Flip to be more dominant with you (Blurb)*

Losing your virginity to Flip * (Headcanons)

Flip saying ‘I love you’ for the first time (Headcanons)

→ Paterson

Pussy is God (Oneshot)*

→ Pale

Taking Pale to the carnival (Blurb)

→ Maurizio Gucci

Bellissima (Oneshot)*

Celebrating reader’s birthday on a private yacht (Blurb)

Falling in love at first sight (Blurb)

“Want me to model these for you?” (Blurb)

“Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.” (Blurb)

Jealousy (Blurb)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

rynwritesstuff - 2024. Do not copy, repost, or steal my writing.

Dividers are by saradika-graphics

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: the ability had manifested after your first semester of 7th grade. after the farmhouse cellar and the trail through the woods. after the EMTs and the policemen and Then Deputy Baxter. it was something you kept to yourself although you knew your mother had her suspicions. it made you more vulnerable to the things that go bump in the night, which was why you never used it. or so you thought.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.9

The pulse between you and Wally flared to a fever pitch, swirling and cresting around you, into you, through you. One hand in your hair, fingers kneading; the other secure on your hip, supporting you firmly in his arms.

You wanted to bask in it forever, an intoxicating maelstrom of sensation, and all at once every pop ballad you'd heard growing up made sense. The kiss deepened and shallowed; a swipe of his tongue, twin gasps, a moan, then back in, hungry and untethered.

Wally placed you on the edge of the stage, careful, like a totem at an altar, his lips never leaving yours for more than a breath. He stood between your thighs, big hands roaming down your arms to your waist, hips, up again, fingers teasing under the hem of your t-shirt.

Gradually, the feeling of hot need now lessened, though didn't dissipate completely. Rather, it softened into something contented, manageable. Satisfied now that you and Wally were tangled in each other's space.

Thoughts filtered in through the thinning cloud; questions you had to ask; admissions you had to give, so you put a stalling hand on Wally's chest and nudged gently.

"Wait," You said, and now you knew what you sounded like after being ravished to oblivion, wow. "We need to talk."

Wally blinked his eyes open, sweet brown almost entirely eclipsed by arousal. His lips, kiss-plumped and red, turned up in a smile you couldn't help but mirror.

Even though you'd shunned reason and responsibility—had gone against a lifetime of rules and shared yourself with a ghost—you felt at peace for the first time in days.

"What's up, baby?" Wally asked, pressing his forehead to yours. He took your hands in his, fingers laced, and waited for you to speak. But as you were about to, a lightbulb seemed to blink on in his head and he straightened. "Hold up," his voice dropped to a panicked whisper. "If you don't want anyone else to know, we should get out of here or Mina—"

"Is on lunch—" you air quoted, "—for another thirty minutes. She goes twice a day, sits outside the door, eats the same ham and cheese her mom packed her, and smokes the same cigarette she stole off Miranda Paterson before rehearsal."

Wally gaped, "I~ did not know that." Then he frowned cutely, "How do you know that?"

"My mom." You admitted, "She graduated the same year Mina died and warned me about it before I started here. She actually witnessed Mina's first loop." You grimaced, "The benefits of a residual haunting, I guess."

"Residual haunting?"

As you spoke, you crossed your ankles at the small of Wally's back and guided him back to you, "Basically, the worst kind of loop the dead can get stuck in." A peck to his lips, "At least, in my opinion."

"You know a lot about this stuff, huh?" He asked through quick, dry kisses of his own, grinning smugly when you chased his mouth as he leaned away.

You blushed and licked your lips, watched in fascination as Wally tracked the movement before doing the same. He squeezed the curve of your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh, pulled you roughly against him, and nipped your lower lip.

"Tease," He said, rolling his hips against you so you could feel how worked up he was.

You moaned, the pulse flaring again, brief and bright, and oh hell no, you had to talk. Hoping to temper the connection back to a simmering second thought, you decided to answer Wally's question.

"My family has a long and unique history with the paranormal. According to my Nanna, we can trace it all the way back to the Arthurian Age." You punctuated your statement with a lingering kiss, separating on a sigh. "You make it really hard to concentrate."

You felt kind of dumb admitting that aloud and were relieved when Wally snickered, "Back at you, baby."

He stroked the back of his pointer finger down your cheek, gazing at you as if in worship. It was heady being on the receiving end of such a look, and you hoped he saw in your eyes equal awe and appreciation.

"How about we just—" He took a step backward, out of your space, and instantly the connection between you protested.

You whimpered, a grouchy kitten of a sound, and he reinserted himself between your legs, hands smoothing up your thighs to your hips where they rested.

"Or not." He said. After a lengthy pause, he asked, "Do you have any idea what this is?"

"Nope. And we have a pretty specific collection of books at home. I couldn't find anything that talks about what this—" You indicated between you and him, "—might be. I'm praying that there'll at least be something there about why I can't see Maddie." You hadn't meant to divulge that tidbit so casually, but there it was.

Wally was visibly shocked, "Hold up, you can't see Maddie?" You shook your head, "So. At the bus stop yesterday, you really had no idea she was there?"

Holy shit, "Maddie was there?!"

Not all ghosts were visible, true, but every ghost had an assortment of ways to signal their presence. And you hadn't received any of them. No niggling thoughts in the back of your mind or strange prickles up your spine or high-pitched ringing in your ears. Zero, zip, zilch, nada.

"Yeah, she followed you and, uh, What's His Name—"

"Simon." You supplied, distracted.

"Him, yeah. She followed you guys out there. Wanted to see if you knew something about what happened to her."

Casting your mind back to yesterday's conversation, you tried to recall if Simon mentioned anything worthwhile. Except, he hadn't wanted to talk about Maddie. Not initially, not until you brought her up. Simon had wanted to talk about, "Whether or not I can see ghosts..." You glanced up at Wally. "That can't be coincidence. What if Simon's like me and he just can't see Maddie, either?"

Wally gave you a sympathetic look, "Trust me, that guy can't see ghosts."

"And how would you know that?" You raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"I've been here for a while, pretty girl." For some reason, that fact made your heart ache, "You're the second person with a pulse I've seen who I ever thought might be able to see me back."

"Second?"

Wally stared at you, long and hard, as if anticipating the pieces would slot into place. When they didn't, he helped you along, "You don't really look like her, you know?"

"Ah, yeah, obviously." Your mother, who had been a freshman at Wally's final Homecoming game. Your eyes narrowed, "How do you know it was my mom?"

"Back then, I didn't. But, after what you mentioned, it doesn't take a genius." Wally chuckled. "She never talked to me. And I never felt like this with her." He emphasized his point by delivering a bruising, heated kiss, parting with a wet-sticky smack.

Dazed, "Yeah, pretty sure that's something she'd lecture me about if it happened before. At least we can rule out that it's a 'you thing'."

"Cool, so it's not me. What about you?" Wally said, expression calculating, "What's changed?"

You cocked your head, "What do you mean?"

This time, Wally kissed you softly before he said, "Babe, you've managed to ignore me for three years because neither of us felt desperate to climb into each other's skin. So...why now?"

He was right.

You were a little impressed and a lot turned on. Wally had always come across to you as a bit of a stereotypical jock: somewhat slow on the uptake, but well-meaning and full of heart. And muscle. And you shut that thought down right there before your mind wandered again.

It made you consider that, while there was this intense, driving connection between you both, you didn't really know Wally Clark that well at all. Yes, you'd observed Wally from afar for the duration of your high school career, but up until yesterday, you'd never spoken, never revealed personal secrets or interests or anything.

As far as you were aware, he liked football and football-related things, and you were pretty sure he had an equally shallow idea of what made you tick aside from being able to see dead people.

Saddened by the realization, you blurted, "What's your favorite color?"

Wally seemed adorably rightly confused, "What?"

You repeated, "Your favorite color, what is it?"

"Um, red. What's yours?"

"Purple." Some days. "Or dark orange." Sounded more accurate, but actually, "Mostly green, but not, like, neon or anything."

Wally pressed his lips together, suppressing a goofy smile for a couple of seconds before surrendering it. "That answer totally suits you." He bussed you on the nose, making you go cross-eyed for a moment, "Do colors mean something?"

"No," You shook your head lightly, twinkling, "I just thought we should probably get to know each other better if we're gonna be under the influence of random hedonist ghost energy."

"Do you think that's what's making your powers go on the fritz?" Wally wondered, his phrasing punching a laugh out of you.

"Nah, it's not as simple as a glitch in the Matrix. This shit doesn't get glitchy."

Taking him by the wrists, you led his hands behind you so that you were more fully encased in his arms, tucking your head under his chin and circling your arms loosely around his waist. You felt safe, wrapped up in him like that. Like nothing bad could or would ever happen to you again.

"Okay..." He said, picking through what information you'd given him so far. "If your ghost powers are working and it's not because of whatever's going on with us, maybe it's Maddie? Maybe you can't see her because she's new? She hasn't been dead as long as the rest of us, only since last Friday..."

"Uhm, yeah, also not how this works." You replied playfully, bumping the tip of your nose to his, "Trust me, it takes four minutes before a person goes from attached to their earthen vessel to haunting the science lab."

A wicked, ruthless moment for everyone involved.

The scar on your left hand itched, reminding you of the nightmare that had hauled you in and coughed you out of that farmhouse cellar. Where you'd discovered—down to the second—how long it takes a soul to disconnect from the living world and cross over.

You groaned, "Maddie can't be dead." A hill you would proudly die on because that was the only explanation that made any kind of sense.

Wally wasn't convinced, "She seems pretty dead to me. I can see her. Rhonda, and Charley, and the others can see her. No one else can."

Feeling like a parrot, you repeated, "And I can't. What if...What if she isn't dead? What if she's trapped?"

"You mean more trapped than the rest of us?"

The statement inspired a whole host of questions that you forced yourself to ignore for the time being.

"This is gonna sound insane—"

"You're literally talking to a ghost."

"Insane-er," You amended, "But Maddie could've slipped into an In Between somehow." You barely had an argument, the list of hypotheticals dismal against what knowledge you'd collected from various factual sources, but you weren't willing to let it go. "Look, death is a very direct journey from one plane to the next, no detours. But if she isn't dead, then it could be possible."

Wally's eyes seemed to be trailing an onslaught of thoughts as they traveled across his mind. "Okay, yeah, you're right, that sounds insane. What the hell is an In Between?"

"It's—" A distant metallic snap-shudder pierced the otherwise quiet theater, interrupting you. Before you were able to discern where it had come from, you felt a hand grab your shoulder from behind.

You gasped, knocked back into yourself, and when you looked up, you saw Wally in a state of bewilderment, standing with his mouth agape and eyes the size of dinner plates, at the end of the center aisle that's length now divided you.

A familiar, though markedly less friendly, voice demanded, "What are you doing in here?" and when you glanced over your shoulder, Mr. Anderson stared, hard and haggard, awaiting your explanation.

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PART EIGHT - PART TEN

also available on AO3!

MASTERLIST

[glassbxttless]

[CLOSE] from the smut prompts okay? But stay with me for this one.

Paterson x Pregnant!Reader

Also maybe some lactation kink in there somewhere

Chapters

Paterson x f!Reader

summary: You delight Paterson with some very shocking news not too long after the birth of your first child.

word count: 2k+

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, postpartum, new pregnancy, pregnant reader, female reader, pinv, vaginal sex, a bit of fingering, lactation kink

You feel sick to your stomach as you hold Olive close to your chest, patting her back as she scrunches close. Her skin is clean, new, fresh, only eight weeks old. Your eyes are fixated on that little test strip on the counter. You press a kiss to the top of Olive’s head full of dark hair as you sigh. Two lines making tears prick the corner of your eyes. You knew it shouldn’t have happened then, that the two of you were just too focused on how your bodies felt— not your minds. Ten minutes of the sleepiest sex you’ve ever had, set you onto a path of two babies within the year.

You remember Paterson asking if you were okay afterwards, how he ran a bath and promised he’d take care of Olive. He brushed your hair and kissed your head and apologized for letting it get as far as it did. But you were just as much to blame, you apologized too and it hasn’t happened again. But here you are now. You take a deep breath and walk out of the bathroom, placing Olive into her swing just as Paterson walks through the door. Your heart stops as your eyes meet.

He starts to unzip his jacket and hang it on the hook. “There are my girls.” He has a smile on his face, leaning down to give you the softest kiss and a squeeze on your arm. He presses a kiss to the top of Olive’s head before ducking into your shared bedroom to change from his work clothes into something comfortable to wear around the house. Unbuttoning his shirt, he turns the corner into the bathroom. Letting the fabric roll off of his shoulders and then he’s tossing into the hamper, catching sight of the test on the counter. His heart stops as he steps closer, lifting the strip close enough to see the two pink lines clearly. He sucks in a breath, trying to calm those racing thoughts: Olive, your newborn is only eight weeks old. He places the strip back down on the counter, just like he found it. He doesn’t want you to know he’s seen it. You’ll come to him when you’re ready.

When he steps back out of the bedroom, sweatpants hanging low on his waist— white t-shirt covering his chest— you’re sitting on the couch, Olive tucked close to your chest as she nurses. Paterson’s quick to make sure your water cup is full and you’ve got a snack next to you before he’s heating up two portions of lasagna from your stash of premade dinners. He watches you, noting how unusually quiet you’ve been since he’s come in. You’ve never gone a day without asking him how work was.

But you’re lost in your own thoughts, something that you’ve grown used to since Olive’s birth. “Pat?” your voice is quiet, shaky, a quiet trill that seeps in like you’re about to cry. Paterson is quick to notice, walking over to sit down with you.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” He asks softly, reaching over to take Olive when you’re handing her over. He burps her and places her in her swing before he’s gathering you up into his arms.

“Think I’m pregnant.” You whisper and hide your face against his chest. He just rubs your back, holding you comfortingly as you continue to talk. “Olive is still so small and I don’t know what to do… I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” he says softly, sitting you up to wipe a stray tear off your cheek. He smiles softly as he meets your eyes— hand cradling your cheek. “If anything I should be apologizing. I did it.” he says softly, searching your face for that little crack of a smile you indulge him with. He kisses your forehead, pulling you back against his chest. Your knees are placed on each side of his hips. “I love you and you’re a fantastic mother. You’ve done amazing with Olive. If this is something you want, you’re going to do amazing with them too,” he says softly.

“I… I do want this.” You nod. You think of Olive and how much you love her. How much Paterson loves her. How good he is with her. How you both have begun to find yourselves within parenthood. “I want everything with you.” you whisper, thumbs brushing along his jaw as you pull him into a kiss. His eyes begin to flutter closed, one hand tightening on your hip and the other planting itself on the back of your neck to pull you closer. Your mouths part, heads tipping into each other. Paterson’s tongue chasing yours as you feel like every vein in your body is on fire. Your hips begin digging into his. The thin fabric of the sweatpants he was wearing is doing nothing to mask the erection growing underneath.

He’s not shy about it, dragging your hips against him as he scoots to the edge of the sofa. Hand moving from your neck to wrap around your waist as he stands. “Gotta take my girl to bed, huh?” He whispers, lips pressing a kiss underneath your ear as he begins to carry you to the hall— a quiet squeal of Olive’s name leaving your lips halts him in his tracks. “Go sit in bed for me, yeah? I’ll get her.” He kisses the top of your head, as your feet hit the ground. He steadies you with a hand on your waist, waiting for you to turn and disappear into your bedroom.

You make quick work of stripping down to just your t-shirt. The one that’s hanging on your shoulders by just a thread. It’s old and worn, stained by your breastmilk and dried tears from your eight week old baby. You flip on the lamp, dim light filling your room. You give Tessa, the Afghan hound/Rough collie mix you and Pat had adopted at the beginning of your relationship— who takes up residency at the end of your bed each night, a few little gentle pats on her back ushering her away, promising she can have her spot back later. She stands and stretches, wagging her tail before hopping off the edge of the bed and trotting out to the living room. No doubt to drink some water and lounge on the couch. And just as she’s leaving, Paterson is appearing in the doorframe. “Look at you.” Pat mumbles, kicking the door closed as he steps into the room. He admires the expanse of your thighs, the way your hips have gotten wider since the beginning of your pregnancy. He’s stepping closer, settling one knee on the bed as his eyes dip downward. They rake up over the fabric covering your chest, a hand settling on your hip to pull you closer to him as he settles into place in the middle of the bed. His lips close the gap between the two of you, legs placed out in front of him after he sits against the mattress. His heart is beating so fast in his chest, but the second your hands settle on his shoulders— legs wrapped around his waist— he starts to settle down. He gets comfortable, lets himself relax into the kiss you share. “Sweet girl.” he whispers, hands toying with the hem of your t-shirt. “I love you. Nothing will ever change that, okay?” he says softly, fabric raising and exposing more and more of the skin of your back before he’s tugging the shirt off completely.

You shiver, tugging Paterson’s own t-shirt off of his body. Smiling when it ruffles his hair up. His hands find your chest, cupping your tits gently and he gently brushes his thumbs over your nipples. Your fingers are threading through his hair as he dips his head down, taking your nipple into his mouth. His other hand cups and kneads at your tit, his eyes fluttering closed. He’s so lost in you, so enamored. Your hips are rutting closer to him. Your bare cunt brushing against the growing hard on in his sweatpants. Paterson lets a bit of milk drip down from his chin as he pulls away, rolling down his neck and chest. Your fingers bunch up his hair a bit, bringing him into a kiss. You taste the lingering flavor of sweet sweet almond on his lips, his breathing rapidly increasing as you pull your legs back to raise to your knees just to get his sweatpants off.

And he’s quick to discard them, throwing them towards the floor as your legs settle back down around his waist. His cock standing red and angry between your bodies, he’s pulling you close by your waist. Lifting you just a bit against his chest to slip his free hand under you, teasing at your cunt. His fingers are sliding through your folds, brushing ever so gently against your clit. “So lucky you’re my wife.” he mumbles into the skin of your shoulder, two fingers plunging deep into you for just a second before he’s retracting them and replacing them with his cock. You take him greedily. He can feel your cunt fluttering around him and fuck if it isn’t the sweetest thing he’s ever felt. Every time he gets you in bed like this, he revels in the feeling. Truly loving and present in every single moment. His eyes are closed now, head tilting back just that little bit. He swallows hard. Adam's apple bobbing as he does. And your hips rock with his, clinging to each other's bodies as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

You can’t keep your sounds at bay. The moans, the squeals, the hums. Paterson’s just too big. Settled fully inside of you, he stretches you wide, just the right amount of burning pressure to set your nerves on fire. The ache settled deep in your belly starts to fade away into a building sense of pleasure as your hips begin to move in time with one another. The way he keeps his arm tightly locked around your waist as your ankles stay wrapped around his waist, starts to make you feel hot all over. Paterson’s face buries into the soft space between your neck and shoulder, lips pressed against the skin there— leaving a dark bruise in their wake. His tongue darts out to soothe the skin he’s damaged, his cock settled deeper and deeper inside of you, hitting that spongy spot that starts to make your eyes roll back. “Pat…” your breath comes out in little pants, quiet into Pat’s ear. “I’m gonna cum.”

He’s just about there, feels that coil in his belly begin to wind tighter and tighter. He knows he’ll only last a few more minutes— and not even that long if you keep talking to him like that. When your hands leave his shoulders to press against his chest, trying to find anywhere you can grip. You settle on his biceps as your body begins to shake, thighs convulsing as your head leans against his shoulder. Flashes of white light blind your vision as a pleasurable warmth floods through your veins. And Paterson is right behind you, lifting your hips just a bit to thrust his into you as deeply as he can, painting the inside of your pussy with his spend. His heart is racing just as fast as yours. Chests heaving opposite one another. The sound of your breathing matching the other’s breathing patterns. You look him over, that fucked-dumb smile playing at his lips. You’re so in love with him. You take a deep breath, sucking in enough air to try and regain your strength. You’re pushing him flat against his back on the mattress, laying on his chest with a laugh. Your hand nestled right up against his tummy.

And then he’s laughing, kissing the top of your head. His cock still nestled deep into you. “We’re gonna be alright, mama. Another one’s nothing we can’t handle.”

tags ;;

[driverstveit]

Adam Driver Masterlist

Bedtime - Maurizio Gucci x Reader

First TIme - Flip Zimmerman x Reader (Contains Smut)

His Helmet - Kylo Ren x Reader

Your Anniversary - Paterson x Reader

[weareallstoriesintheend]

'How They React To You Being A Virgin' Headcannons with the ADCU Boys

Summary: Just a little blurb collection of how Sackler, Charlie, Paterson, Flip & Clyde would react to taking your virginity.

Note: For our friend Britt 💕 Thank you to my co-writers @saynotoshityouhate & @feed-the-rats

Warnings: Smut (all under the cut), dirty talk, pet names, talk of losing virginity, fingering (f receiving), PIV Sex

Sackler

Adam would be unsure at first, a little wary of being your first as he's very assured in how he likes women experienced. He finds their freedom incredibly sexy. So he questions you, testing out how you feel about him being your first, “You’ve never fucked before?”

Then as you keep talking, explaining your situation and talking about how you want him to be your first for everything he realizes how much it makes his cock twitch. He’s grown harder in his jeans knowing he’ll be the first to touch you, to make you moan and whimper.

“You’ve touched your pussy though, right?” he would ask bluntly and you would nod shyly in reply avoiding his eye contact and smug smirk. You explain how you’ve had orgasms before but not with someone else or because of someone else. Adams face lights up, eyes roaming over you as he makes a mental list of all the things he wants to do.

Then he’ll scoop you up, mid-sentence, making you squeak in surprise as he throws you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom. The way he looks at you when he’s dumped you onto the mattress makes you shiver, it’s smug and deeply hungry.

Adam has decided he’s going to bring his A-Game, he’s now made it his mission to make you lose your mind on his cock. He’s unprepared but he’ll make it work, planning on coaxing every orgasm in every way he can so you’re ready for him. His hands are on you quickly, rubbing and stroking at your clit.

“Let me show you what cumming good really feels like kid”

Charlie

Charlie is instantly protective when you tell him; his hands that were rough and grabbing at you just a moment ago when you’d been kissing him were now soft and tentative. He listens to you talk, silently taking in how nervous and unsure you sound. His eyebrows are pulled down as he takes in your words so earnestly. His chest clenches when you ask him to be your first, “Are you sure?” his voice shakes with the weight of the honor he feels.

When you nod he pulls you into a deep kiss, one that leaves you breathless within seconds. He’d gone so long without intimacy, even before his divorce, that he’s determined to show you how good it can be. To satisfy you in every way he knows how and maybe learn something new along with you.

Then suddenly he takes control of the situation, caring and forceful, talking you through each step like he’s directing you in a scene. He’s vocal, telling you everything he’s going to do and how. It’s methodical and the gentlest you’ve ever seen him. You bite your lip and nod along as he begins to caress and practically worship your body with his hands and lips.

When he pushes inside of you and you gasp, screwing your eyes up against the new sensation, he leans down and kisses your temple, whispering praise and encouragement into your ear.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, just breathe and feel me”

Paterson

Paterson takes this very seriously. His first time was rushed, and not with someone who truly cared for him, and he doesn’t want you to feel anything but love and safety with him. The two of you had talked about this for a while, not so much for your comfort - you were ready to go - but he was extremely nervous and cautious.

He arrives prepared with condoms and lube and your favorite snacks. He takes things extremely slow, kissing and fingering you open for what felt like hours. You finally grabbed his face and told him “Paterson, if you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to have to take care of this myself. I’m ready. I promise. Please.” His cheeks turned bright red and he nodded, kissing you one last time before kneeling up and rolling the condom on. “A-are you sure?” You rolled your eyes and groaned, slapping your hands against the bedsheets. “Yes! Please, Pat!” He chuckled nervously and leaned over you, caging you in with his long, lean body.

The sex was slow, thoughtful, and communicative. Paterson kept checking in with you, making sure you felt okay, that nothing hurt, and that you were getting the touches you needed to orgasm. He whispered encouragement and praise into your ear as he sucked on your earlobe and kissed gently along your neck and collarbone. He made sure you knew how beautiful he found you, how grateful he was to share this moment with you, and how loved you were.

Afterwards, he made sure you were cleaned up and snuggled up tight against his chest. He asked for feedback, the blush on his cheeks as you told him how good he was almost more satisfying than the sex itself. All he wanted was for you to feel safe, and he succeeded.

Flip

Flip Zimmerman was a notorious ladies man before he met you. Every stereotype of a slimy, womanizing cop could be attributed to Flip. He’d left a trail of broken hearts across Colorado. But you - you were different. You made him want to try to be better. You showed him his soft, kind side - the side that didn’t shy away from your nervous admission that would previously make him run for the hills. Flip knew you were worth waiting for.

Your first time with Flip was across the bench seat of his truck. He took you out to dinner, both of you indulging in a few drinks, to the point that you were both blushing and giggling - but Flip was still safe to drive. The minute you got into his truck and he pulled away from the restaurant, your hand was unzipping his pants, your small hand stroking his rapidly hardening cock. Flip growled, focusing hard on keeping two hands on the wheel until it became too difficult, and he pulled over into a secluded parking lot behind the high school. He threw the truck into park and pulled you into his lap, your back pressing into the horn, which made you both laugh. You made out for a while, grinding against his lap, before he pulled back and raised an eyebrow at you. “We doin’ this, sweetheart?” You nodded, smiling widely.

He reached under your sundress, pushing your soaked panties to the side, and pushed his fingers slowly inside, grunting through gritted teeth at how tight you squeezed his fingers. “Gonna hug my cock so well, sunflower. ‘m gunna go slow, kay? Just lemme know if I’m going too fast. Just want you so bad.” He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean. He couldn’t wait to get you home and get you sat across his goateed mouth. He slowly pushed his thick length inside, listening to every whimper and whine, panting hot heavy breath across your face. He helped you ride him, his large hands gripping your hips tight. He sucked welts into your neck, his facial hair scratching your sensitive skin. He was loud, cursing and bucking up into you as soon as you felt comfortable for him to do so. He didn’t have a condom, so after you came, he pulled out and came into a fast food napkin he had in his glove box.

He held you tight as you both relaxed, his hands running up and down your back. He kissed you deeply before helping you back in your seat, throwing the car into drive and rushing you back to his bed for round two.

Clyde

You don’t tell him until the last possible second, like clothes are coming off when you finally pull away and tell him you’ve never done this before. He’s chasing your lips and doesn’t fully register it. He mumbles that it’s been a long time for him too (he’s only gotten laid once or twice since he left the Army). When you clarify, he stops entirely and looks at you in disbelief. And fuck you’re nervous. This is why you hadn’t told him. You’d been terrified of this moment, the one where he rejects you for your lack of experience.

“Well, darlin’, I wish you woulda told me sooner…”

Here it comes you think.

“I woulda done somethin’ to make it more special than this.” Clyde gestures vaguely at the rest of his bedroom and you stop breathing. You had been so prepared to get kicked out, you hadn’t considered that there were, in fact, alternatives.

“Woulda lit some candles or somethin’…rose petals maybe?” Clyde is trying to fill the silence while your brain malfunctions. “Darlin’? Do you wanna have your first time with me? I would be real honored but if that’s not what you want…”

That brings you back to him.

“Oh god Clyde of course I want it to be with you. Of course I do.” The tips of his ears go pink as he nods and pulls you in for a kiss, big hand on the back of your neck.

“Okay…okay,” he says when he pulls away, choosing his next words carefully. “I’m gonna take good care of ya and if I’m doin’ somethin’ you don’t like, you tell me to stop right quick, ya hear me?” You nod and Clyde swallows. You scoot back on the bed and lay against pillows, propped up on your elbows. Clyde doesn’t follow.

“Is there something wrong Clyde?” You’re starting to get nervous again.

“I- umm- I’m just a little worried that I…”

“You, what?”

“That I- er- won’t fit… since you’ve never had anythin’ too big up there before.”

You think it’s an odd thing for him to be worried about and assure him that it’ll be just fine. You’re confident in that until he whips it out. And now you’re unsure.

But Clyde is gentle and makes you cum twice before he even thinks about putting his cock inside you, once with his tongue and once with his fingers. When he does enter you, he’s gentle and slow, all soft whispers and praises. And he does fit, with a lot of effort and patience. The stretch is delicious and you almost never want him to leave you empty again.

[roanniom]

Issa’s Fanfiction Masterlist

Welcome to my humble rebloggable masterlist. I’m not going to kid you, it’s mainly smut. So if you’re down with that, I think you’ll like it here.

Characters I currently write for:

Eddie Munson [ST]

Steve Harrington [ST]

Below the cut you will find my fics sorted by character.

Requests are currently CLOSED but will be opened/closed periodically and noted here. Always accepting thots and rants (especially spicy) in my asks.

*Note: all reader insert fics herein are Fem!Reader unless explicitly stated as otherwise. Aside from the distinction, I do my best to refrain from including any specific descriptors in an effort to remain inclusive! 

*= Contains NSFW content (lol everything practically)

Eddie Munson 

Show Me *  Elements: Best Friend!Eddie Munson, reader experiences firsts

- Part 1 * - Part 2 *

The Record of You * Elements: Friends to strangers to lovers

Make You Feel Good * Elements: Comfort after a long day

Attention * Elements: Hellfire turns you on

Distracted * Elements: Movie night, friends to lovers

The Good and the Bad * Elements: Eddie and the resident good girl 

Feels Good * Elements: Sensitive!Eddie

Seven Minutes in Heaven  Elements: Seven minutes in heaven at a party 

- Part 1 - Part 2 *

Sensitive * Elements: Sensitive!Eddie

Softness * Elements: Soft!Eddie

Studying * Elements: Library sex

Finally * Elements: Sensitive/Soft!Eddie 

Let Me *  Elements: Eddie edges you relentlessly and then just has you cockwarm him till you beg nicely for what you want. 

Animals * Elements: Camping sex

Overthinking * Elements: Virgin!Eddie and first blow job

Vixen * Elements: Inexperienced!Eddie, lingerie  

Easily * Elements: Hand job, semi-public sex

The Voice on the Lake * Elements: Siren!Reader

Bad for the Holidays * Elements: First holiday with your family

Unconscious Thoughts * Elements: Male!Reader, mutual masturbation 

More Sensitivity * Elements: Sensitive!Eddie, knee worship(?), blow job

Not a Creature Was Stirring *  Elements: Holiday fic, phone sex

Morning, My Love * Elements: Somnophilia / morning sex

Critical Hit * Elements: Virgin!Eddie Munson, fingering

A Study in Touch * Elements: Virgin!Eddie Munson / Sensitive!Eddie Munson 

Horn Dog Elements: Teasing Eddie 

Above and Below * Elements: 69

You Sure, Princess? * Elements: Teddy!Eddie Munson, slapping kink

Teddy’s Got You * Elements: Dry humping, stuffed animal humping

Notes and Verses Elements: music professor!Eddie Munson, English professor!reader, friends to lovers

- Part 1

Is That a Serious Question? * Elements: Virgin!Eddie Munson, first blow job

The Tune Up * Elements: Mechanic!Eddie

Eddie Munson Headcannons and Blurbs Surprising * - Soft!Eddie HCs Needy * - Touch Starved!Eddie HCs Eddie learns to cook for you  Going grocery shopping with Eddie  Dressing up as a slutty elf princess for Eddie * Eddie cuts the crusts off your sandwiches Eddie needs you to know every thought in his head Virgin!Eddie with shy-non-virgin!reader *  Lil domestic thots with Eddie * Waking up after your first time together * Teasing Eddie through his first time * You’re desperate to cum * Dressing up as bride of Frankenstein on Halloween Watching horror movies so you can feel Eddie up * Inexperienced!Eddie has no idea how big his cock is * Getting messy with mechanic!Eddie  Pillow fight with Eddie * Eddie figures out your voice kink * Eddie uses his safe word * Eddie calls your chest milk jugs * How Eddie treats you when you get over being sick * Dancing with Eddie in the kitchen  Pegging Eddie *  Kissing Eddie’s forearm because you’re so fucked out during sex *  Biting Eddie’s tummy *  Fucking Eddie after he hotwires his van * Riding Eddie’s thigh *  Riding Eddie’s face *  Eddie handcuffs you to the bed * Eddie loves consent * Eddie loves to jumpscare you Eddie leaves you valentines around the house Eddie keeps his hand in your back pocket Teddy is hot *

Steve Harrington 

The Shift * Elements: Enemies to lovers

- Part 1 * - Part 2 *

You’re Good, Steve * Elements: New love

Being Good * Elements: Drunk sex / mutual masturbation

Late Night Swim * Elements: Co-workers to lovers, semi-public sex

Steve Chest Hair-rington * Elements: Sensitive!Steve, chest worship(?)

Stevie, Baby * Elements: Christmas fic, strip tease

The Apartment * Elements: Soft!Steve Harrington

Reflections *  Elements: Best friends to lovers, mirror sex

One on One *  Elements: King!Steve Harrington

Honey *  Elements: Sex with plus size!reader

Boarding School AU Elements: enemies to lovers

- Who is Boarding School!Steve Harrington  - Meeting Steve - Running into Steve after hours

Steve Harrington Headcannons and Blurbs Getting his hair pulled *  You discover Steve’s pregnancy / breeding kink *  Accidental perv!Steve Harrington Steve will fix things around your place unprompted Steve thinks you’re a goddess at Halloween Steve takes prepping for the holidays very seriously Steve saves you from family drama Steve and his thick fingers * Steve is sensitive to sounds * King!Steve fucking you at a party * King!Steve charms his project partner * Modern!Steve kisses you at Whole Foods Subby Steve *  Steve sucking on your strap on * “I love you” sex with Steve *

Steddie (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson)

In Here, Loser * Elements: threesome, blow job

Pumpkins and a Nerd Posse Elements: friends to lovers, competition

Come and Help * Elements: threesome, spit roasting

Smoke  Elements: hooking up high, friends to lovers 

- Part 1 *

Sweets * Elements: Football Player!Steddie, Chubby Cheerleader!Reader

Steddie Headcannons and Blurbs Steddie talks about you like you’re not there while fucking *

Adam Sackler

Over Your Shoulder*

- Part 1* - Part 2*

Not How Gift Giving Works

Room in the Kingdom

Worth It*

Ego*

Still Life

Sweet*

Lie About It*

Accountable *

Winning *

First Date *

Bad *

Clyde Logan

Hello Darlin’ Series

First Conversation Jitters 

Deserving * 

Choices*

Out of Trouble*

Craving*

Flip Zimmerman

Survival Skills*

Impatience*

Tease*

Warmth*

Stupid Little Day in February*

Visuals *

Charlie Barber

Caring for Charlie *

Pressure*

Tomorrow is Not Tonight*

Freebie*

Dinner Party*

Freezing *

Extracurricular*

Push *

Insatiable *

Public Relations *

Valentine *

Up Your Alley * 

Lesson Planning *

Sloppy *

Paterson

Paterson’s Favorite Things*

Warming Your Kitchen*

Three Stops Five Regulars and You

Whisper in the Dark*

Hit’s the Spot*

Phillip Altman

Phillip and Miss Perfect 

- Part 1* - Part 2* - Part 3*

Please what?*

Finishing Up *

Part 1 Part 2

Rick Smolan

Wander On

Waiting*

Off-piste

- Part 1 - Part 2*

Kylo Ren

Get You Off *

Center of the Universe *

- Part 1 - Part 2 

| ADCU HCs |

How Clyde Comforts You* Paterson used to work in tech (AU?) Edging Sackler because it is fun* You & Charlie help Dan relax (tags collab with @millenialcatlady​ )* How you might dom Kylo Ren * Charlie loves to impress you*

Poe Dameron

The Night That Follows *

Morning *

Back *

Commander *

My posts on AO3

Thanks for reading <3

[ohsolonelyghosts]

Broken Down Bus

Characters: Paterson x Reader

Word Count: 3,684

Note: Hey there! Been so inspired by the ADCU that I NEEDED to write some Paterson smut! I really enjoyed the movie and am wondering for the next time I'll get the time to sit down and enjoy the movie once again. Also a note! This is an implied age gap, however, his age in Paterson was about 32, considering the movie was in 2016. That being said: The age gap is about 10 years.

Contents/Warnings: Light choking, daddy kink, unprotected sex, implied age gap, praise kink

Another day, another bus ride. You had recently moved into Paterson, New Jersey with your new job, and it helped that you had registered for college there as well. You had been commuting on the bus until your sibling had joined you with your shared car. Monday through Friday, you noticed the same bus driver every day since you had moved there. You didn’t mind looking at such a specimen though, the bus driver was unreasonably hot. You said hello to him every day, taking a seat decently close, your only issue is that you could not see the front of his face the entire ride.

You didn’t even have anywhere to go today. You had just hopped on the bus because you wanted to see him. You wore jeans that held your curves just right, and a top that exposed the right amount of cleavage. You gave him the sweetest smile as you stepped onto the bus, “accidentally” dropping your phone so you had no choice but to pick it up and accentuate your cleavage to him. He looked polite enough to try to not look at you, and you were puzzled about it. You both went to your phone, heads nearly crashing into each other.

“Sorry,” you had both managed out at the same time. He handed your phone back to you, leaving you to go sit down in a seat. You crossed one leg over the other, leaning back in the seat as much as you could. Thank god no one had sat next to you, you enjoyed the room to yourself.

Thinking of what you could possibly do next to get his attention, you were shaking from your thoughts as everyone started to pool out of the bus. It had lost power, you looked up and waited for a clear enough walkway to move out of your seat. As you exited the bus, you crossed your arms. How could they suddenly just lose power like that?

On the other hand, this seemed a bit lucky for you. You got to see the bus driver standing up, which you realized you had never seen before. He towered over you, trying to keep all the riders calm. There were a few old ladies acting like the bus was going to blow up. You huffed out a laugh under your breath, looking down at the ground. Why was he just talking and not bothering to take out his cellphone and call someone?

He was standing in front of you suddenly, and you looked up at him. He apologized and relayed that the bus had broken down, another bus would come to get you, all of that. You raised an eyebrow up at him, you hadn’t seen him call anyone, so how would he know when the next bus was coming?

“Do you use some Jedi mind tricks to communicate with other bus drivers?” You teased up at him and saw his mouth open slightly as if he didn’t know what to say. You took your phone out of your pocket, motioning it up to him. He nodded down at you, looking lost when it came time to put in the passcode.

Did this guy not have a phone? You helped him out, directing him to the phone app. You watched as he motioned that he was going to walk away with your phone, to which you nodded, allowing him to do so. You took in the rest of the passengers, clearly upset by this inconvenience. Within a few moments, the driver came back to you, handing you your phone back.

He told everyone what was going to happen, and you found your way to the back of the crowd. He was true to his word, the next bus pulling up within ten minutes. You didn’t get on, you could probably walk home from here. It looked like he had noticed you not getting onto the bus, and came over to you. How were you to explain you only rode the bus today to see him?

“No, I don’t really need the bus, someone in the sky had to have told me I don’t need it,” you laughed off, shrugging. He met your gaze, a soft smile on his lips.

“Then why did you get on in the first place?” He retorted back at you. Eliciting a laugh from your throat, you figured there was not a better time to mention it than right now.

“I wanted to see you, you’re handsome,” you breathed out, eye contact starting to fade as the words poured out of your mouth. You saw his lips curl up into a toothy grin, a light pink flooding his cheeks. He put a hand behind his head, looking down at the ground.

Both of you felt the awkward, yet somehow fiery pull toward each other. The driver looked as though he didn’t know what on earth he could say to you. You knew he had to think you were beautiful.

“Thank you, you’re not bad at all yourself, you know,” he chuckled back at you, meeting your gaze once more. Those words brought a smile upon your lips, hooking your hands together in front of you. You were right, you knew you were, he thought you were gorgeous. Though, you didn’t really know where to go from this moment.

“Can I get your number then?” You breathed out, an innocent smile playing across your lips. You saw him almost wince and shake his head. Your heart sank, thinking you may have said something wrong.

“No, I unfortunately don’t have a phone, unless you’re counting my house phone.” You were taken aback by the words leaving his lips. What kind of guy didn't have some sort of smart device? Your eyebrows raised and you looked at him confused, he had to be playing a joke on you.

“I know, no one can believe it, I can give you my house phone number though, or something,” he mentioned, looking as though he was about to almost wince. You agreed, letting him tell you what it was. You were about to save the contact when you realized you hadn’t even gotten his name yet. As you were about to just type in “Bus Driver” into the contact, you heard his voice.

“Paterson,” he said, nodding.

“Is that some sort of joke?” You asked, “I mean that’s the city, is it your nickname?” Your question earned a laugh and a shake of his head. That was ironic, his name was the same as the city.

“Let me walk you home, honey,” he spoke sweetly. The new nickname made your heart twinge a bit. You gave him a toothy grin, nodding up at him. “Wait, the bus, don’t you need to be here for that?”

Paterson shrugged his shoulders, holding up his finger to tell you to wait just a moment while he asked if he could just get the rest of today off, since his bus would be out of service. The black-haired male appeared in front of you yet again.

“Let’s do it, it won’t hurt to leave now. They’ve got it handled.”

With that, you started on your way home, Paterson by your side. You were absolutely sure that he could hear the beat of your heart, it was like your own little earthquake. You had a bit of a bounce to your step to try to keep up with the man taking large strides next to you. You talked about how you both ended up in the city and had some light conversation about your interests.

Before you knew it, you were at the front door of your small home. You slapped your hands at your thighs, knowing that this unfortunately would be where he left you. “Do you want to come in? I have drinks and snacks if you want anything.”

You saw him think about it for a moment before nodding, once again, another personal win in your book. You fumbled with your keys, finally unlocking the door and holding it open for him. You shut the door behind him, heading to the fridge and grabbing him water.

“Do you want a snack?” You called from the kitchen, even though the living room was honestly about fifteen feet away.

“No thank you, honey,” he had responded back. You walked back to the living room, handing him the bottle of water. You kicked off your shoes by the door, taking your place next to him on the couch and pulling both legs up underneath you. You watched as he drank, capping the bottle and setting it on the coffee table in front of you both.

“I’ve always thought you looked pretty when you got on the bus every morning, I just thought it was inappropriate to mention it to you,” he breathed out. You wanted to lean forward and press your lips to his. You wondered how his soft lips would feel on your jaw, and god forbid everywhere else on your body.

“Well, you’re the reason I even get on the bus every day, Paterson,” you giggled back at him, leaning into the couch cushions and using your hand to keep your head up. You both shared smiles at each other, and you were sending out signals into the air, wishing he would just get it over with and kiss you already.

“That’s really nice, and a lot of dedication, too.”

You shrugged back at him, your tongue poking out to lick your lower lip. “I don’t know, I mean, I have to get to work somehow, right?” God, you couldn’t stop smiling as you spoke to him. He seemed as though he could not either, but your breath practically hitched as he looked into your eyes.

Oh, those eyes.Those beautiful, hazel, sparkly eyes. Like firewood, and your body was aflame. Your own eyes trailed down his body, his chest, to his thighs, and back up to his face. Paterson must have felt your eyes burning into him, because you felt a hand on your cheek, and soft lips pressed against yours.

The kiss was hungry like Pat was aching for something.

You moaned a little bit into the kiss, pressing back into him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, positioning yourself onto your knees. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, licking at his lower lip.

He allowed you in, your tongues fighting for dominance. Though you ultimately won, there was something about him that was just so gentlemanlike. His hands found their way to run through your hair, and the other landed on your hip.

You both sat there like that for a good five minutes before anything else could even begin to happen. Paterson fumbled at the hem of your shirt, tugging at it. He wanted it off, and for the first time, you pulled away from him. Both giggling, you shook your head at him and could see the sudden worry on his face.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I-”

You cut him off, shaking your head once again, “I have a bedroom, you know. Let’s go do this properly, yeah?” You asked him, placing a kiss on his jawline. You took his hand, taking him from the couch to the bedroom, you shut the door behind you, and were pushed up against the door.

Paterson’s arm near your ear up against the door. Your breathing was shallow as you looked up at him through your lashes. He moved his hand down to your jawline, tilting your head up at him, clashing his lips on yours once again. Every time he kissed you, it was like he couldn’t get enough. Your lips were stuck together practically like velcro. Both aching for each other, hands running all over each other’s body. There was no need to rush things at all, however, you both had plenty of time.

His grip on your chin though was really doing wonders on you. Flush up against the door, you squeezed your thighs together, you needed him so badly. When you finally both pulled away, there was a small string of saliva between the both of you. You giggled it off, wiping your lips with your fingertips.

You removed your shirt, Paterson stopping you there. His hands fell to your breasts, kissing over the tops of them both. He nipped softly at the skin, treating you like porcelain. It wasn’t doing much for you, you wanted hot, heavy hands gripping at you hard enough to leave bruises.

“Touch me harder, I want you to manhandle me,” you breathed out. You helped him remove his own shirt, marveling at his torso. He was more attractive out of the clothing than you imagined. That was probably all he needed, nodding as he took to your neck, sucking a deep purple mark into your skin. He smoothed over it with his teeth, causing you to suck in a cool breath. You whimpered out when he unhooked your bra, tossing it behind himself. He took each of your nipples in between his index fingers and thumbs, making you moan out to him.

He hummed into your neck, moving to another spot, leaving another mark in his trail. The feeling of his tongue on your skin was driving you nuts. You moved your hand to his hair, balling some of it up in your hand, tilting your neck to the side.

“Fuck, Pat,” you breathed out, eyes shutting lightly as he kissed down far enough to slip your left nipple in his mouth. He was rough enough with it that it had actually brought you some pleasure, and he really had not even touched you yet. His eyes glanced up at you, humming around you. You arched your back up into his mouth, leaning your head against the door. Paterson could take as long as he wanted, you wouldn’t mind as long as you got his undivided attention the entire time.

He kissed down to the hem of your jeans, undoing the button and sliding them down your waist, thighs, and to the floor. He kissed at your waist, dragging his teeth over your panties and dragging them down with his teeth. You hummed, watching him do his thing. You were in awe, you almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if it was real.

“Bed,” you mused out, Paterson quickly agreeing with you and guiding you to the bed. He knelt down wrapping his arms under your thighs and dragging your center to his face. He dipped his head between your thighs, his tongue dragging up your slit. You let out a whimper, a hand moving to his locks.

“Daddy,” you whimpered out to him, eyes watching as he lifted his head, taken aback by that word. But something in him turned, looking at your eyes once more before delving back into your folds. Pat’s tongue lapping and sucking at your clit. Your hips bucked up slightly into his mouth, eyes falling shut.

“That’s it, baby, tell daddy how good he makes you feel.”

Those words could have been enough to make you cum alone. You moaned out, unable to process how on earth you would tell him just what he was doing to you.

“D-daddy,” you stammered out as he devoured your center, making it hard to think, “you’re good at that, so good.” That seemed to be what he needed, plunging two fingers into your hole. He pumped them into you at a steady pace, causing you to wriggle out of the grasp he still had on your thighs when it became too much. He pushed your hips down roughly, growling up at you, “little girl, if you move so much, how on earth am I going to make you feel good?”

He moved up your body to your lips, biting at your lower lip. You tasted your juices on his lips and tongue when it plummeted into yours. You hummed against his mouth, licking at his lips, getting all of your juices off of his lips. When he pulled away to look at you, he chuckled.

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You like the taste of yourself?” He asked you as he dipped his fingers into you once again, curling his fingers inside of you, pulling them out, and pressing them to your lips. You took his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them, cleaning them completely.

You released Pat’s fingers from your mouth with a pop, looking up at him through your lashes. He stepped back, and you heard his pants drop to the ground. You sat up, rearranging yourself to be on your stomach, tongue dropping out of your mouth. You wanted to taste him, all of him.

“All ready for me? What a good girl.”

“Only for you, daddy,” you responded back to him, and with that, you watched his boxers get pulled past his knees and disappear into the pile of each other’s clothing. Pat pumped his cock slightly, tapping it on your lips before pushing the head past them. You hollowed out your cheeks as you slowly bobbed your head on his cock, dragging your tongue on the underside of it. He let out a soft groan, sucking in his breath.

You looked up at him, starting to move your head a bit faster. He grabbed at your hair, starting to do your job for you. He bucked his hips into your mouth, making you gag onto him, yet that didn’t phase him a bit. Paterson pulled you off his cock, admiring the way tears rolled down your cheeks and how puffy your lips were.

“That’s it, I’m fucking you,” he growled. You moved up, laying back on your back.

“Open these,” he motioned to your legs, leaning down to grab his wallet. You obliged, spreading your legs for him. When he appeared back in front of you with a condom in his hand, you shook your head.

“Wanna feel you cum in me, it’s fine.”

His eyebrows furrowed, but it clearly wasn’t enough to make him think too hard, because he dropped the condom and placed himself between your legs. Dragging his cock between your folds, letting it rub against your clit.

“Can’t you just fuck me already?” You whined, moving your hips up at him. You were greeted with a hand on your neck, holding you in place.

“Honey, be good and let me do what I need to do, yeah?” He squeezed your throat slightly as a warning, a smirk playing upon his lips.

Without any warning, he pushed into you. It wasn’t necessarily him giving in, he was just thinking the same thing. You let out a moan, arching up your back slightly.

He was big, but you had not expected how much he was going to stretch you. Your hands reached up to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. He dipped down, forearm on either side of your head, pressing his soft lips to yours.

“Are you alright, honey?” He asked, wanting to know how you felt before moving any. You nodded up at him, practically begging for him to do anything but sit still. He began to move at a quick pace inside of you like he couldn’t wait any longer once he got the permission.

Shared moans and swears, primarily from you filled the air. Your legs found their way around his waist, and you bit at his lip every time his mouth was close enough to you.

“Pat,” you whimpered out, hips bucking up to try to meet his thrusts. One of his thumbs had found its way to your clit, rubbing sloppily. It nearly sent you over the edge, digging your nails into his shoulders. It warranted a groan from him, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. You felt his teeth scrape at the skin, you tilted your head slightly to give him a better angle.

“Ah, I’m close,” you heard him growl, stopping completely. You whined at the loss of friction, furrowing your brows.

“Get on all fours,” he commanded, and you happily obliged. He pushed into you again, one of his hands found its way into your hair.

“Tell daddy just how good it feels,” you heard him speak from behind you. You felt a tug on your hair, moaning out as you let him pull your head back. His pace was steady and fast, and it was going to be enough to send you flying over the edge.

“Mmh, love the way you fill me up, using my tight cunt,” you stutter, eyes fluttering shut as you fall into pure bliss.

Paterson groans again, this time, you know he’s close. You are as well, grinding back onto him as he pounds you, adding more fuel to the fire.

His hand finds your clit once again, and you practically collapse into the bed. It sends you over the edge, the way he’s working you. You moan out for him, and his hand doesn’t leave your center until you’ve ridden out your high.

You feel his thrusts slow, and you can feel him painting your insides. You wait until he’s ridden out his own high, pulling out of you before laying back on the bed. He falls next to you, a blissful grin on his face.

“So,” you spoke out after a moment. “How old are you, anyway?”

Paterson let out a small laugh.

“I’m thirty-two,” he responded, smiling a bit at you, a nod back for you to tell him your age now.

“I thought you were older with the way you didn’t have a phone. I’m still in college, twenty-one, I’m old,” you laughed out. Paterson nearly scoffed at that, shaking his head.

“I’m afraid you don’t know what old is yet.”

You giggle, nestling into his chest. His arm wraps around you, pressing a kiss to your head.

“I think we did this whole thing backward, but, would you like to get dinner sometime?” He asks, chuckling a bit. You tilt your head up, kissing his jaw.

“I’d love to, Paterson.”

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

A Tight Squeeze

A/N: You all can blame @contesa-lui-alucard for this monstrosity... I literally am in love with this character now and I will never stop... I slept on him SO hard and I REGRET IT! Thank you for the inspiration and this fic is so self indulgent I wish Pat was my true baby daddy... Enjoy loves!🖤

Warnings: tw: pregnancy, tw: pregnancy kink, obscene amounts of marital fluff and love, tw: breeding kink, tw: unprotected sex, tw: doggystyle, tw: very slight edging, tw: body image, tw: slight depression (regarding body image and self esteem), lots of fluff (because Pat is fluffy), tw: daddy kink, tw: hair pulling, creampies (I mean when am I NOT doing a creampie?) a smidgen of Dom!Pat because I CANNOT control myself

(PLZfor the love of Satan lmk if I miss a tag or TW... I am only human and I make errors all the time)

“Goddammit!” you practically cried, seeing the thousandth piece of clothing you owned barely fitting around your new curves. The look of defeat and sorrow running across your pretty face from the mirror as you twisted and turned to somehow wish the new poundage away.

“Honey?” a sheepish voice called from the kitchen in your quaint home, his heavy footfalls coming steadily as he padded back to your bathroom.

His precious features gracing the floor-length mirror as he crowded the edge of the molding on the frame of the closet.

He gasped slightly, surveying the scene before him. His cock stirred in his jeans as he appraised your body, the new planes from the growing baby inside you making you glow with an effervescence he had never seen before.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he caught his breath, your tits plunging out of the small tank top, bouncing as you frustratingly tried to pull it over your growing bump, to no avail as the bottom half and your belly button poked from under the hemline.

The leggings barely fitting on your thighs as they clutched onto your globe of an ass. He wished on all the stars that you couldn’t fit into your underwear and had forgone them all together so he could rip the seam and go to town on your backside.

“Pat,” you whined his name, running your hands over your belly, clearly upset you had a dwindling wardrobe as the days progressed.

“I need to get some new stuff honey,” your pretty lips going into a full pout as the tears rolled down your cheeks. You never had any reason to feel as unattractive as you had just now. He had never given you any indication he didn’t think you were the most beautiful creature on this planet. In fact, when he and you had found out about the baby, he was completely overjoyed and more touchy than he had ever been in the years he’d been married to you.

His feral instincts had kicked into hyperdrive when he became a father-to-be. Making sure you were well taken care of in all aspects including but not limited to cleaning, cooking, foot rubs, nightly baths, and of course reading poetry to you and your unborn son as he grew bigger and bigger.

He loved every detail of it. The gross and good parts, and ebbed and flowed with every single mood swing and nauseous feeling you had. He was the perfect husband, and here he was, looking at you as if you were the most gorgeous goddess he had ever seen. In fact, you were to him, no matter how many times he had been in utter disbelieve that you gave him the time of day let alone let him fuck you three or more times a day.

“Okay baby,” he cooed, coming over to wrap you in the biggest hug he could, rubbing your back as you sobbed over this minor detail in your pregnancy.

He hushed and rocked you, petting your hair, while you inhaled his fresh scent, rubbing your face in his cotton t-shirt as he whispered the sweetest nothings into your ear.

“It’s gonna be okay honey,” he murmured, “you still look absolutely perfect to me my sweet love,” the words making you tear up even more as he kept with his praises.

“You’re absolutely amazing,” his chorus kept going, the baby suddenly joining in the party as he kept talking, “we both think you are, mama,” the sobs catching in your throat as your son kicked a series in your stomach, his low baritone only encouraging the movements as he kept on.

“In fact, I think mama could use a nice bath and something sweet to eat… What do you think?” he arched back to see your head pop up from its place, his precious smirk making you smile with glassy eyes while you nodded.

“That’s exactly what I think too,” kissing your forehead with the lightest effort, “okay, go get out of these, and I’ll get it going for you, deal?” his eyebrows raised as he ran a hand over the expanse of your bump, cradling underneath while you wiped your cheeks off with your hands.

He kissed over your face before heading to the bathroom to run the tub, the lavender scent emanating as the water filled the basin.

You struggled out of your clothing, cursing the companies who made your clothes as you did so. You felt like burning them in a fire or ripping them to shreds but settled on maturity rather than violence as the clothes weren’t the issue.

Your body ached from the weight of everything. The baby of course wasn’t your average-sized fetus, being that his father was a whopper when he was born. You never assumed, however, that he could be as heavy as he felt the more he grew inside you. And you also didn’t take into account the toll his size would take on yourself as the months dragged on. But willful ignorance is what you went with, and with that came karma in its truest form.

No matter how much you hurt and complained, you loved your boys, size and all, and you knew you wouldn’t do this for any man except for your precious Pat.

He was truly just the best partner in every sense of the word. And this simple gesture of making sure you practiced some self-care was his way, amongst many, of showing you how much he appreciated the sacrifices you were making for him and your growing family.

You waded into the steaming water, the enveloping hug of warmth shrouding your emotional state into numbness as the floral notes caressed your senses. This was heavenly, you thought, submerging your body as far as possible into the water, the top of your belly poking out like a small island in the ocean as you relaxed.

You closed your eyes, trying to take in the serenity, rubbing slow circles on the sides of your taut stomach as the baby relaxed within you.

Your meditation was so deep after a few minutes, you never heard Pat come in to check on you.

His hand found the exposed skin, calloused fingers enveloping it in a heated touch as he whispered to you, “how are we doing now mama?” he cooed, his soft smile in the warm light bringing you to tears again.

He was the sweetest thing on this planet. You hoped to any entity that was listening that your son had his perfect features. Those golden eyes, his soft lips, the freckles that speckled his body, his calm demeanor.

“Better,” you whispered back, unconsciously pushing your body into his touch, “thank you, daddy,” smiling at his sweet face.

“Good,” holding his gaze for a moment to peer at your perfection for just a second longer, his smile widening as yours did too.

“When you’re ready to get out I’ll help you get all lotioned and dressed… I’ve got one of my shirts and sweats out for you babe,” his lips pressing against your forehead again as you exhaled a relieved sigh.

“We’ll go get you some new stuff in the morning,” rubbing the top of your bump as you smiled brighter and brighter, “that okay?”

You nodded, peacefully, not wanting him to leave this spot until you were finished.

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You spent about twenty more minutes in there until the water became too cold, his cue to get you and little man from the tub.

He helped you get dried off, making sure to gingerly rub your skin before grabbing the lotion from the cabinet. He knew you liked the lavender scent, so he had picked up a bottle when he was at the store earlier in the month. The fact that it was just about gone being an indication of a good purchase on his part.

He rubbed your relaxed muscles, making sure to massage the cream into every crack and crevice he could reach for you, the primal instincts rising within as he ran his hands over the curves and dimples on your skin.

He tried to shake the thoughts, thinking of the task at hand, but being hopelessly derailed after you let out the fifth or sixth moan in pure bliss.

He snapped then, the ambient lighting in the room looking so good on your naked body as you laid out perched in the best way for him.

“Pat?” his sudden stop causing you to look up from your spot, the pillows you had stacked so you were comfortable during his massage able to push you to see his looming body over your belly.

“What’s wrong honey?” gazing at him in the warm light, his hair tousled from the work he had been doing, his lips quivering as he gulped a dry swallow upon seeing your eyes meet his.

“I need you to get on your hands and knees and arch that perfect back of yours before I paint my jeans,” his tone deep enough to cause a stir in your nether regions.

Your eyes dilating immediately upon his sudden domineering behavior, “like this baby?” you made a show out of it all, wiggling your ass as you crawled up the bed, gripping the sheets in both hands as your back arched just the way he liked it.

“Such a good fucking mama,” he cooed, the sounds of his pants unzipping and the clang of them on the floor, coupled by the bed creaking slightly from his weight on the edge, “back up to me honey,” his hands gripping the sides of your hips as he helped you ease your body to meet his.

His tip barely touching your ass, causing a hiss to leave his chest, and a moan to leave yours upon feeling his pubic hair graze your mound.

“I’m gonna destroy this pussy of mine,” he growled, his voice getting deeper and deeper as he grabbed and rubbed his tip in your wet folds, “fuck this wet little pussy until you can’t take it anymore,” gritting as your hole sucked the head in, your warmth coating it so perfectly.

“Fuck Pat,” you whined, his hold on your hips bruising as he stilled his tip for a moment or two before sheathing it to its base, “y-you’re s-so f-fucking b-bi,” not able to even finish as he plunged even further, pushing your hips so you both let out a chorus of groans.

“Y-you t-take t-this b-big c-cock of m-mine s-so w-well m-mama,” he gasped out, picking up his pace as he fucked further and further into you, his hand pressing into your lower back as you arched more and more.

“I-I’m s-such a g-good g-girl,” you mused back, “I-I l-love p-pleasing m-my b-baby,” feeling his dick harden even more in your squelching cunt as he plummeted further into your hole.

“S-such a g-good g-girl,” he recanted, “k-keeping m-my c-cum s-so g-good,” speeding up even further, your moans picking up as he found your G-spot.

“Y-you l-love b-being all f-full of m-me,” the slaps of sweaty skin and balls hammering the room as the moans turned into feral screams.

“I-I l-love c-carrying y-your b-baby P-Pat,” the tears streaming as you felt the shroud of warmth begin to expand from your cunt to the rest of your body.

“T-that’s f-fucking r-right y-you d-do,” he growled, his teeth snarling as the sweat dripped in a waterfall from his short locks, the songs of your cries opening his senses to overdrive as he watched you writhe under him.

“Y-you c-cum on t-this m-monster c-cock of y-yours,” he grunted, feeling your walls vibrate around him and your screams emanate. As a last-ditch effort, he moved his hand on your back to grab your messy bun, pulling the hair to cement your rapture.

“F-fuck P-Pat!” you came, and you came hard. The damn breaking to coat his dick in your sweet sticky release wave upon wave, the wet sounds sending him over the edge as he pummeled the last of his efforts into your spent pussy.

He grit his teeth again, pushing in two more times before emptying his large load into your occupied cunt, the overload spilling out in a thick mixture while he pumped lazily in and out, musing at the sight.

He pulled out slowly, holding your hips so you could relax a little bit before guiding you to the side and surrounding your body with an abundance of pillows once more.

“So much for a bath,” you sighed and laughed, fanning yourself in a sweaty haze.

“I’m sorry honey,” he chuckled too, grabbing a towel to wipe you and then himself off, “I wasn’t even thinking about it… I just got too riled up from the clothes you were wearing earlier, and I…” he trailed off, watching a smile creep over your face as he talked.

“Really?” your curiosity getting the better of you, “you liked me in those clothes?”

“Ummm,” he sheepishly blushed, “y-yes?” itching the back of his head trying to avoid any eye contact with you.

“Well....” you adjusted as the baby began to make himself known for the night, “I guess I know what I need to do in the future,” winking as he found the other side of the bed, curling up to run his hand over your belly.

“Honey,” he whispered, “you don’t have to be doing anything for me to get turned on by you… I’m just in love with you either way,” his admission making you misty-eyed while you felt his light touches on your skin.

“But I have to admit… I really like this kind of look on you,” gesturing to all of your figure from head to toe.

“Well, you made me this way,” inching in to kiss his plush lips, him returning as you both pecked each other for a few seconds.

“I’ll keep you this way if you want me to,” his voice barely loud enough for you to hear, “keep you all knocked up and gorgeous for as long as you let me,” his words going straight to your cunt again as he kissed you again and again.

“As many times as you wish… Daddy,” winking and kissing him deeply, a smile inching over his lips as yours met.

“I love you,” his faint words cutting into your soul as if he was saying it for the first time.

“I love you,” returning it with a smile and a nuzzle into his neck as you began to drift off together in sticky paradise.

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Well... What did we all learn today? That I have a total fucking issue with not being his baby mama and that I have staples that I stick to and will not waiver from in my deepest darkest fantasies... Goodnight everyone I love you and I'll be crawling back into my festering hole to think about what I have done.

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[mrs-gucci]

For a Fourth of July fic, could you write something to do with Paterson and the reader at a party with some smut?

Bathroom Rendezvous {Paterson x Reader} 🎇

author's notes: hello, hello! oooooo yes, I would love to write some paterson smutty goodness for you ;)

warnings: fluff. smut. dom-ish pat. mirror sex. humor. 

(possible) tw's: semi-public sex (bathroom sex).

As a fun little housewarming party of sorts, you and Paterson throw together a little Fourth of July barbecue get-together at the new house. Since getting engaged only a couple months ago, you decided to finally purchase a house of your own. 

You found the perfect, quaint little house with a big backyard and old farmhouse-like character. Both of you fell in love with the house as soon as you stepped foot inside. 

Today, the backyard was a sea of red white and blue, streamers and banners fluttering in the New Jersey summer breeze as you and Pat get some last-minute things squared away.

Friends and family soon file through the back gate, spreading out in small groups across the backyard. You’re on greeter duty while Paterson pulls the grill out from the shed. 

Kids and parents begin to set up various lawn games while others sit on the outdoor loungers and have a cold one. Everything is running smoothly so far, which is a huge weight off your shoulders. 

You look around the backyard, the sight of it being utilized to its full potential bringing you tremendous joy. Your eyes linger over the parents and their kids, mind wanders to what it’ll one day look like when you and Paterson decide to start a family together...

“Hello, beautiful.” A familiar voice says, large hands coming up to rest on your shoulders, giving them a rub. “Everything’s going well, don’t you think?”

You sigh, looking over your shoulder at the handsome man you’re lucky enough to call your fiancé.

“Indeed it is. Thanks for all your help setting up and getting the grill, I appreciate it.”

Paterson smiles, letting his hands trail down over the curves of your body, resting now on your hips. His lips plant a kiss on your bare shoulder.

“No thanks necessary, sweetness. The sight of you in this beautiful little sundress is more than enough of a ‘thank you’.”

Your eyebrows raise as his lips journey their way across your shoulder blade and up to the curve of your neck. “Mm, is that so?”

“Oh, yes.” He scrapes his teeth along your skin playfully. “You know I love a good sundress on you. They always look so pretty, but perhaps that isn’t saying much coming from me, since I think everything you wear is pretty.”

“Well,” You look around, seeing that pretty much everyone’s enjoying themselves. “Don’t you think the dress would look better...on the floor?”

Paterson groans softly, smirking against your skin. “I’m sure it would. Why don’t we, uh, put that theory to the test, hm?”

You bite your lip, looking around one last time to make sure that no one’s the wiser to yours and Paterson’s less-than-appropriate plans before walking into the house at a casually brisk pace.

“Where--oookay then!”

He quickly pulls you into the first-floor powder room, effectively answering your question. Once you’re inside, he quickly closes and locks the door behind you, then pins you up against it.

His lips mingle with yours as his large hands squeeze the flesh of your hips, then travel up to the thin spaghetti straps laid over your shoulders, keeping the dress up. He teases them for a moment before pushing them off, pulling back to watch the dress fall to the floor, revealing your partially-nude figure to his wanting eyes.

“So fucking pretty.” He mumbles, eyes flickering between your breasts while his thumbs come up to tease the hardening buds. “Love your tits, sweetness.”

You let out a shaky sigh, back arching off the door at his touch. “Mmmmmm, as much as I love this, we don’t have much time, baby. People are gonna notice we’re missing soon.”

A simple nod is his only response before his hands move down to trace the waistband of your panties. His forefingers loop in the material, promptly yanking them off your hips, letting them pool at your feet. 

His palm reaches down to cup your bare crotch, groaning softly when he feels the wetness and heat already present there. He smirks, curling his fingers back to tease your clit, which makes you jump slightly.

“Sink.” He whispers in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. “Bend over and spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

You nod, whimpering softly as you make your way over to the porcelain sink, bending yourself over it and spreading your legs, just as your fiancé had requested.

Paterson wastes no time removing his khakis and plaid boxers, pulling his hardened arousal out from beneath the layers. He runs his hand over the shaft a few times, making sure he’s ready for you, then lines himself up with your entrance.

His hand rests on your shoulder while the other helps guide him inside, a shaky sigh leaving his lips as he sinks further and further into your wet heat. Your back arches once he’s fully in, walls stretching out to accommodate his girthy size. 

“Mmmmmm, Pat...”

He grunts in response, forehead resting on your upper back as his hips begin to move, quickly picking up the pace. His head eventually moves up your back, chin now resting on your shoulder, hand coming up to wrap around your jaw. 

“W-Want you to watch yourself getting fucked, Y/N.”

You moan softly, eyes looking at the erotic reflection in the mirror. Your tits bounce slightly under the confines of your bra with each of Pat’s swift movements and you watch how his face contorts as he fucks you.

The snapsnapsnap sound of his hips colliding with your skin quickly fills the small space and you can feel your orgasm beginning to build up. Your hand slides down, fingertips swiping over the hardened bud nestled between your legs. 

Paterson moans when your insides instinctively clench, hips starting to lose their rhythm as his climax builds steadily. His hands move down to grip your hips, keeping you steady while his hips frantically slap against you, cock sliding in and out rapidly.

“I’m c-close, sweetness.” He grunts in your ear, eyes staring at you through the mirror’s reflection. “Gonna fill you up, Y/N, stuff you so f-fuuuucking full.”

Your fingers move quicker over your stiff clit, bringing yourself to orgasm moments later. You gasp and moan softly as you watch yourself come undone around your fiancé’s cock, a sight that only prolongs your orgasm. 

Pat’s orgasm comes shortly after yours and you thoroughly enjoy the sight of his brows knitting in the center of his forehead as his hips press themselves flush against your ass, burying his cock as deep inside of you as possible. 

“O-Oh fuuuuck.”

As soon as he’s finished, he gently pulls out and pulls his bottoms back on before helping you get re-dressed, kissing your neck as he does so. 

“You’re incredible.” He breathes, spinning you around so that he can kiss you properly. “I love you so much.”

You smile, kissing him back eagerly. “I love you too, Pat.”

The two of you walk out of the bathroom together without much thought, promptly running into Pat’s mom, who was apparently heading to the bathroom. She gives the two of you a suspicious look, which makes Pat blush madly, sighing softly as she turns around and heads towards the staircase.

“Yup, I’ll definitely be using the upstairs bathroom.”

[babbushka]

June Fic Recap!

Hello everyone! It’s officially July which means that it’s time for the monthly fic recap. If you’re new here, this is the opportunity I take to compile all the new writing that I posted this month, for those who may have missed some posts, or who are looking to re-read, or who may be new here and want to jump in on the fun! I also update each character masterlist with this new writing, so if you’ve been looking for the update, here it is! 

Oneshots:

Hide Your Smile ; Flip Zimmerman x Reader (darkfic, please heed the tags)***

Best Boys ; Paterson x Reader x Paul Sevier (Sevier Twins AU)***

Love on Me ; Ancient Emperor!Kylo Ren x Goddess Reader***

First Glimpse, Last Looks ; 007!Reader x BondVillain!Kylo Ren***

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy ; Flip Zimmerman x Reader***

Character Headcanons:

Sevier Twins AU -- worldbuilding headcanons

Our Hill of Stars AU -- Ancient Emperor Kylo Ren x Concubine/Goddess Reader worldbuilding headcanons***

Summer Wine AU -- 007!Reader x BondVillain!Kylo Ren worldbuilding headcanons

The boys being subs***

The boys’ love languages

The boys desperately wanting your attention

The boys reacting to a radical new haircut

The boys going to a concert with you

The boys dancing with you

Charlie Barber & praise kink

Clyde Logan navigating life with his PTSD

Spending summers with Clyde Logan

Clyde Logan getting a Queer Eye makeover

Clyde Logan being touch starved at the beginning of your relationship

Clyde Logan visiting his old friends in prison

Clyde Logan making special drinks inspired by you

Flip Zimmerman jerking off while you’re away

Flip Zimmerman being entirely too comfortable around you/being gross together lol

Flip Zimmerman having 0 patience for a Queer Eye makeover lol

Flip Zimmerman cheering you up when you’re sad

Flip Zimmerman’s reaction to you waiting for him before going to sleep

Helping Paul Sevier relax after a long day at work

Knights of Ren x Reader dynamic***

Stepping on Supreme Leader Kylo Ren***

Morning routine with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Domestic soft fluff with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Sleeping with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren

Early parts of your relationship with Mob!Kylo Ren

Mob!Kylo Ren going to college with you

Dating the Sevier Twins

Falling in love with the Sevier Twins

Paterson taking control in the bedroom when you’re not feeling well**

Emperor Kylo courting you with the help of his children

Watching gladitorial games with Emperor Kylo****

Emperor Kylo and his children

Emperor Kylo’s children’s personalities

Emperor Kylo’s children adoring you/seeing you as a mother

Emperor Kylo being possessive over you

Emperor Kylo washing you in the bath house

Making Pale laugh

Soft evening in with Pale

BondVillain!Kylo giving you extravagant gifts 

Character Imagines: 

Kylo Ren 

Mob!Kylo: Fucking you until you’re pregnant***

Mob!Kylo: Eating your pussy at the opera***

Mob!Kylo: Sharing a soft smile from across a crowded room 

Mob!Kylo: Taking you on a date that’s not going well

Supreme Leader Kylo: Being soft and in love with you

Supreme Leader Kylo: Having a very silly nightmare

Supreme Leader Kylo: Killing a traitor/intruder

Supreme Leader Kylo: Writing and drawing on your skin with his calligraphy tools

Supreme Leader Kylo: Seeking out comfort from you when he’s upset

BeautifulBeloved!Kylo: Giving you extravagant gifts

Knight!Kylo: Calming you during a thunderstorm

Archaeologist!Kylo: Stargazing together

AncientEmperor!Kylo: Worshipping you like the goddess you are***

AncientEmperor!Kylo: Eating you out and fucking you in front of everyone at dinner****

AncientEmperor!Kylo: Being rough and possessive with you***

AncientEmperor!Kylo: Stargazing together

The story of how you and Emperor Kylo adopted a pet tiger (Our Hill of Stars AU)

BondVillain!Kylo: Being swept away for a day on a yacht together

BondVillain!Kylo: Kylo whisking you away to his island lair so you can rest up and kiss

BondVillain!Kylo: Kylo sneaking into your hotel with room service

Flip Zimmerman

Flip fucking you loud hard and sloppy***

Flip fingering you during a massage***

Roleplay & strip poker with Flip***

Teasing Flip at the bar and getting fingered for it****

Sitting on Flip’s lap and making out with him** 

Flip getting all lovey-dovey and starry eyed after sex with you**

Flip being a very sore loser at game night

Fluffy date night in with Flip

Tooth-rottingly sweet domestic fluff with Flip

Flip rubbing sunscreen all over you

Counting Flip’s freckles

Flip kissing a sex injury

Tickle fight with Flip

Thermostat fight with Flip

Paul & Paterson Sevier

Paterson and Paul getting ready for their first date with you

Shower sex with Paterson and Paul***

Threesome with Paul and Paterson during movie night***

Making Paul coffee just the way he likes it

Deep passionate kisses with Paterson

Taking Paterson out on a surprise date

Grocery shopping with Paterson & Paul**

Paterson taking you and Paul to his favorite bar for the first time

Going on vacation with Paterson and Paul

Going on a dream trip to Paris with Paterson and Paul***

Paul and Paterson celebrating your birthday

Cuddling with Paul and Paterson

Clyde Logan

Clyde being desperately horny for you***

Riding Clyde’s face***

Clyde being the best matchmaker in Boone County

Clyde apologizing for a silly fight you have

Clyde cheering you up when you’re feeling down

Clyde stealing a moment to be with you during Mellie’s wedding reception

Pale

Sucking Pale’s cock while he’s driving***

Dragging Pale on a hiking trip lol

Pale refusing to go to sleep until he kills a fly in the room

Pale being sentimental and worrying about growing old

Charlie Barber

Mutual masturbation/sexting with Charlie***

Charlie eating you out for your first time***

Cameron Bissel 

Roleplaying after ren faire with Cameron***

The total wordcount for June comes in at: 82,689!

Thank you all for spending another month with me, and whether you’ve been following for a day or a month or a year, it means the world that you all enjoy the writing! I hope that July treats us all with kindness, and I am sending you my love!

*** = NSFW Content

[kylo-reid]

Angel (slight NSFW)

characters: paterson x female reader

word count: 486

summary: quarantine with pat!

warnings: is covid/quarantine a warning? because it’s a big part of this and i wrote this at the start of the pandemic lol, male receiving oral but it’s not that detailed, swearing , 18+ BELOW!

quarantine with paterson would be filled with your normal routine and a little bit extra activities. you’d wake to him kissing you cheek or your shoulder, open your eyes and see his pretty brown ones staring at you, and you’d just melt into him.

“what would you like to do today darling?” you’d ask him.

he’d smile that crooked grin of his and kiss your cheeks. “whatever you’d like to do.”

you were trying new recipes, you watched one of those mask making videos and took some old clothes apart to try and sew them together, pat tried too but failed miserably.

you climb on his lap, straddling him with a smirk on your face. “well first… let me take care of you…”

he blushes as you pepper kisses all over his neck. paterson was always so busy. he would get up, drive the paterson bus, and then come home. you would have dinner and sometimes the two of you would go to the bar, or just him.

when he told you he was taking a leave of absence from driving the bus, you were shocked. he wanted to keep you safe, and staying home was the best way for him to do that. not many people were taking his bus anyways. so sex became apart of your morning routine now, and the two of you were experimenting with different things.

today you were just going to give him head, no big deal. all you wanted to do was please your husband. he gave you anything you wanted, so that was the least you could do for him.

he’s already hard, so fucking perfect for you. you pull his boxers down and his length bobs out, the tip red and dripping with precum. you take him into your mouth all the way down to his base, bobbing your head up and down. you love hearing pat moan or yell out your name.

when he finishes, you smiled up at him, placing a light kiss on his stomach. he smiled back, “making me want to write a poem about you doing that to me angel…”

you blush and pull his boxers back up, climbing off the bed. “i’d love to hear it baby…”

he sits up, placing his feet on the floor. “maybe…”

the two of you get up and enjoy some breakfast. you make yourself a bowl of cereal, pouring it in and then the milk. you open the jug and go to pour some onto the frosted flakes, but only a small drop comes out.

“shit! i used the last of the milk making dinner last night!” you yell out.

paterson looks up from the newspaper and laughs. “guess we’ll have to go shopping huh? try out those masks you made?”

you walk over to him and give him a deep kiss. his hand cups your face and you nod, “yeah… i guess we will.”

[glassbxttless]

Hi! I’ve been wanting to come back to this blog after a long hiatus and what better way to come back than a celebration! I’ve hit a follower milestone recently and would love to write for you all.

I’ve attached some prompt lists below! Feel free to take a look and request any from the lists OR send in your own! There are a few that have been requested recently that I’ll be posting soon!

Requests for this celebration will be taken until March 29th. Fics will start posting shortly after closing!

Please note the characters I currently write for! and be sure to include the entire prompt in your request 🤍

**please refrain from requesting topics including the use of guns or alcohol**

( CHARACTERS )

ADAM DRIVER

PATERSON / COMMANDER MILLS / MAURIZIO GUCCI / MATT (THE RADAR TECH) SOLO / JACK GLADNEY

JOSEPH QUINN

EDDIE MUNSON

JOE KEERY

STEVE HARRINGTON / KURT KUNKLE*

* taking limited requests for these characters! or dark!fic requests will be accepted.

( PROMPT LISTS )

ANGST #1 / SMUT #1 / SMUT #2 / FLUFF #1 / FLUFF #2 / SAY YOU WON’T LET GO / COMFORT / RELATIONSHIP

[weareallstoriesintheend]

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

With Paterson!

Sweet baby Paterson!! 🥰

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Paterson will try anything once just for you! He's not a risk taker, he likes to keep things pretty safe. He's protective over everyone and anyone - especially you. But when you look at him with pretty, wide eyes he can't help but gulp, swallow his nerves and try that thing you want. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Normally he's a one round man, his days are long and by the time he gets home his tiredness aches down to his bones. But on his rare days off he'll go maybe two or three, suddenly getting an insatiable hunger for the way your eyes roll back or that sweet little whimper you do when he sucks on your earlobe.

[roanniom]

what if paterson wanted to dom????

Oh my dear sweet anon. My beautiful Pat can do absolutely whatever he wants.

He trusts you like no other. So eventually, as he gets more and more comfortable with you, he also becomes comfortable with the idea of taking control. He would never have considered it with any previous lover, no. Because they took advantage of his sweetness. Of how timid he was. But you. You accept him for everything that he is. For his quiet nature. For his introspective poeticism.

Paterson knows he can be himself around you and that is step one. Step two is seeing how well you melt into his world. How you willingly and happily take up space - on his bus, at his bar. You integrate yourself into his life and it mesmerizes him. It tantalizes him. Your willful and public display of your relationship with him heats him. It makes him want to claim you in turn.

It's a warm night the first time that he alters the energy between you. You'd gone out to dinner and then finished out the night at his bar. You'd hung on his arm and laughed at his jokes and talked him up to all his friends.

When you arrive home he's quiet. There's a darker look in his eye than usual. But there's also a warmth that is 100% Paterson.

"Would you get on the bed, baby?" he asks. It's so gentle. The tone is not out of character in the slightest but the content. You immediately seat yourself on your shared bed, hands expectantly laid in your lap. Paterson steps between your spread thighs and leans down to kiss you before giving his next command.

"Take your clothes off. Lay yourself out nice and pretty."

You do exactly as he says. Do exactly what he wants. And you're rewarded. With a man who climbs on top of you and kisses ever single inch of your body. Who lavishes your skin with attention like no man has before. Who slides into you and moans a whispered expletive like it is a prayer and you are the altar before which he worships.

"Turn over for me, sweetheart," he moans and it takes everything in you not to throw your body to the side in order to comply with his wishes. When you come to rest on your stomach his hands close around your hips, pulling you and adjusting you into the position he desires. On your knees with your face down on the mattress. He enters you again and it's heaven and agony and everything possible all at once as you pant and writhe beneath him.

"Shhh, I've got you," he whispers against your ear and he thrusts slowly in and out. And you're done. You're finished you're over. Because nothing can ever be as perfect. No one can ever be as gentle. As sweet. As solid. As whole.

As your Paterson.

~*~

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