#patrick feld × reader

[nothots-headempty]

Hush, My Darling

Paddy × reader

Summary: Paddy knows just the way to keep your sweet mouth under control

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, gunplay, condescension, dirty talk, minors dni, 18+ under the cut

Author's note: trust James McAvoy to get me obsessed enough to start writing again. I have one functioning brain cell right now and it's a slut for Patrick Feld. Kinda sorta not proof read.

Your moans could have brought down the entire house, but with Paddy's cock filling you up so good, just like you'd been dreaming of, the thought of someone listening is not even on the back burner.

Your fingers are grasping at anything they can find, his hair, his back, the sheets, in the hope that you dont combust from the sheer obscenity of the words he's been letting loose against your neck.

"So fucking tight, baby. So wet just for me.", he groans halfway through, hands scooping under your body to fuck you from some ungodly angle your mind can't even process.

He hasn't stopped teasing every part of you he can find, not for a second - toying with your breasts, sucking on your collar bone to leave a hickey you won't hide even if you could, hands tangled in your hair, pulling just a little too hard.

You moan out loud again, his cock stretching you from the inside out until all you can feel is the pressure of him on top, him inside, him below, him everywhere.

"Hush, love. Don't want your mother finding her adorable baby girl being a nice little hole for me to fuck, now, do we?" His palm slides along your body to cover your mouth, but your cunt is already wetter at the idea of being caught like this, wrapped in his arms, his cock sliding in, fucking you into oblivion. Your pussy leaks down onto your thigh, leaving a cool, wet patch on your friction chafed skin.

He notices. Of course, he does.

"Someone likes that.", he murmurs with a smirk. With no warning, he pulls out of you then, your indignant whine trapped in your throat as he pulls open his bedside drawer, the shining metal of a revolver throwing off shadows in the lamp-light.

"I know just the way to shut that dirty little mouth of yours." His smile is almost sweet, almost as if you're discussing Church plans for Sunday. And then there's that glint in his eyes that makes your breath hitch.

With one strong hand to push your legs apart, he touches the tip of the revolver to the inside of your knees, a mewl escaping your lips before you can school it.

"Bad girls get punished. You should know that." The revolver traces a line along your thighs, the cool metal contrasting the heat his body had left moments ago. You shiver, straining against his hold on your legs, your eyes falling shut for a second, drowning in the deluge assaulting your senses.

You jolt upright when you feel a nudge against your clit, propping yourself onto your elbows to find him running the gun through your folds, a perverse smile on his lips.

"Watch me, sweetheart. Eyes. On. Me.", he warns, his gaze burning through yours as he pushes the weapon inside you. You bite your lips, embarrassment flooding through you as you feel your cunt clench on the hard metal, your juices running down its sides.

"So fucking greedy for anything that will fill her up." His pupils are blown wide, eyes transfixed on the sight before him, the throb of your pussy, the easy sliding of the gun, in and out, in and out, his hands pumping faster every second.

"Paddy, I'm gonna-", you mumble uselessly. But of course he won't let you. "Not yet, love. We must teach you to be quiet first."

And with that your cunt is left sorely empty again, the man climbing up your body like an animal sizing up his kill for the day. The gun, now wet and even cooler, drags along your stomach, the valley of your breasts, until it rises against your neck.

"Open up, sweetheart.", he smirks, pushing his thumb between your lips to force them apart. You know what's coming, and still your heart speeds up a million times when you feel the metal invading your mouth, the taste of yourself instantly coating your tongue.

You resist the urge to let your eyes fall shut, your gaze held hostage by his, a satisfied smile now playing at his lips. There's a certain pride in his look and you wonder just for a second if it's about you at all or just some twisted victory he feels in this moment.

But that thought, and any other you've had in a while, is washed clean from your mind when his cock enters you again in one swift stroke, seating him deep inside you, your strangled gasp reverberating around the barrel of the gun.

"Now, suck on it.", he commands.

Your tongue rises to the bait before you can even think, licking your fluids off, your cheeks hollowing out to feel the metal intrusion in your mouth.

He groans against your skin, his cock still, pulsing inside you. "Such a good little whore. Would do anything for me, won't you?" You nod as best you can, your mouth more occupied with his order.

He buries his face in your neck, starting to move again, the pace this time leaving no room for talk. The only sounds now were your moans muffled by the threat of destruction on your tongue, his shallow breaths rushing off the walls as he thrust deeper and the slap and sweat of skin on skin as he sped up, erratic, close.

He licks a broad stripe from your shoulder your jaw, waiting there to bite on the skin, almost drawing blood. The tears are on the verge of falling out of your eyes now and when he sees them he just laughs.

"Too much for you, am I, love? Filling you up too good? Hurts, does it?" But even he knows you're too cock-drunk to answer now. Your eyes close this time as you ride that pleasure-pain impasse, feeling the pressure build somewhere deep inside your belly.

His pace staggers as he feels your pussy clench around him, strokes flowing more into a deep grind, his cock throbbing for release.

"Cum for me, baby. Give me what I want.", he rasps. His words set you free, teeth almost biting down too hard on the gun as you let your release wash over you.

You feel his hips falter moments later, that tell tale sign before he spills inside you, slamming into you harder and harder until you've milked him for all hes worth.

Theres silence around you now, a blanket of peace, your bodies spent, your breaths still needing to be caught.

He collapses against you, his smile evident in the curve of his lips against your neck. You welcome the weight of him, legs wrapping around his waist to keep his slowly softening cock still buried inside you for a little while longer.

Back up on his elbows, he takes his time, slowly pulling the revolver out of your mouth, the final inch leaving your lips with a soft *pop*. He presses the barrel against your chin, his forehead resting on yours as he captures your swollen lips in another kiss, fingers massaging your aching jaw.

The smile on his face broadens as he pulls back, the fucked out bliss on your features reflecting in his. He tosses the gun somewhere into the pillows, bracing himself on his elbows on both sides of your head as he peppers kisses on your cheek, your neck, your lips.

"The things you do to me, baby. I'd have to keep you here forever to show you."

He pulls out of you, your cunt now grasping on nothing but disappointment as he pulls you onto his chest. Your arms snake around his neck, kissing his jaw, running your nose through his scruff.

"Keep me as long as you like, Paddy. I'm all yours.", you mumble, innocent to the implications of your words, your face hidden in his neck as you begin to drift off. His fingers soothe your hair, a kiss planted on your forehead before he settles in for the night, the plans in his mind, the filth in his thoughts, all still far from touching your reality.

"You are mine, baby. Always will be."

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

Last Call

Patrick "Paddy" Feld (Speak No Evil) x female reader

MDNI - 18+

pairing - Paddy x female reader

summary - working at a small pub, you meet a sexy mystery man. He's just another customer - until he's not

w/c - 1400+

t/w - unprotected sex, Paddy is a tiny bit rough (he's a trigger warning by himself), mirror play?

a/n - not sure what it says about me that this morally bankrupt character is the one who broke me out of my year+ long writer's block, but here we are. For the purposes of this, reader has no idea what Paddy gets up to in his spare time

Starting over was such a pain in the ass. You never pictured that you would be here, 30 and divorced. It had come as such a surprise that your head was still reeling. Deciding on a clean break, you had packed up your belongings, taking little more than the essentials and your beloved cat, and set off, leaving everything and everyone you knew behind.

Settling in a little village in the West Country, you found yourself adjusting to your new life a lot easier than you expected. The pace was so much slower there compared to the city, and you quickly found a job bartending in a small pub. You loved working nights, listening to the stories exchanged by the locals. You mainly dealt with the same group of regulars, and their welcoming attitude was helping you to come out of your shell.

You had first noticed him come in late one Saturday night. He was the kind of man who commanded everyone’s attention. He was loud and outspoken, his voice and laughter carrying throughout the room. You overheard some of the other customers call him Paddy.

You were immediately attracted to him, his demeanor so different from your ex that it was intoxicating. He always flirted with you, but you never took it to mean anything since he was that way with everyone. The more you were around him though, the more he began to consume your thoughts. Picturing the way those muscular arms would feel wrapped around you, how his stubble would feel against your thighs when he was between your legs…

There was just one problem - he was married. His wife was always with him. She actually seemed really nice, which only served to make you feel more guilty about the amount of time you spent fantasizing about her husband. That’s all it ever could be though - you might be a lot of things, but you weren’t a homewrecker. You and your vibrator had become best friends. You could at least have him in your head, right?

Maybe that was why you were so flustered when you realized that this particular night he came in alone. “Hey Paddy, what can I get you?” you asked, trying to keep your expression neutral. It was becoming harder and harder to be around him, and you didn’t know what to do about it. “Surprise me,” he replied, watching you as you poured him a drink and slid it over.

“Where’s Ciara?” you asked. An expression you couldn’t quite judge crossed his face before he replied. “She’s not feeling well and decided to stay home.” Your heart sped up at the thought that you could spend time with him alone. And you did - when you weren’t busy with someone else, Paddy kept you entertained with endless stories and conversation. The other patrons began paying their tabs and heading for the exit. Realizing that just you and he were left in the building, you checked your watch. You couldn’t believe the time.

“Last call. Can I get you anything else?” you asked as you dried the glass in your hand. The old jukebox in the corner was belting out Black Velvet. It was a little too perfect. He looked at you, his expression suddenly serious. “I do want something else, but it’s a little off-menu. “What on earth are you talking about?” you asked, having no idea where this was going.

“Darlin’, what I want is you .” Your stomach felt like it dropped out of your body. Is this really happening?? “B-b-but what about Ciara?” you stammered, barely able to string a sentence together. “It’s fine, occasionally we dine out. Helps keep it fresh. She doesn’t care,” he replied, standing and walking his way behind the bar toward you.

You couldn’t hear the music anymore, just the deafening sound of your heartbeat pounding. He stood in front of you, and your brain froze. All you could think was that he smelled so damn good, so manly, and it made your mouth water.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. I think you want this as much as I do,” he said. The look on his face was half smile, half cocky smirk, and it made you want to rip his clothes off. Instead, you just nodded, throwing the towel you were holding to the side. Quickly making sure the door was locked and flipping over the closed sign, you returned to him.

He leaned in, tracing his fingertips down your jawline, kissing you slowly at first. You could taste the alcohol on his breath. Backing you up against the bar top, you could see the lust in his eyes. He looked almost hungry.

The heat inside you was already building as his tongue licked a line down your collarbone. Throwing your tank top off to the side, he traced the lace edge of your bra and groaned. “Mmmm, so beautiful darlin’,” he said, unhooking it and throwing it behind you to land on a bottle of whiskey. The chill in the air immediately hardened your nipples, which he took turns taking inside his warm mouth. Your brain felt like cotton candy, all coherent thoughts leaving you as he expertly sucked and bit at you.

Removing the last of your clothes, you stood bare before him. “This seems a little one sided, Paddy,” you teased as you stripped him of everything he had on. Once he was also naked and you really looked at him, you sucked in a breath. He was even more gorgeous than you thought possible.

He wasted little time with foreplay, turning you around and bending you over a nearby stool. He teased your entrance, but you didn’t think anything could prepare you for his size. He took his time, letting you adjust to the sweet stretch of him filling you up.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his hands resting on your hips. You nodded, and then all bets were off. He slammed into you, fully enveloping himself in your warmth. “Damn, you’re so tight,” he grunted as he worked your body over. “S-s-s-sorry, it’s been a while,” you managed to choke out between thrusts. “Feels so fucking perfect,” he replied, his hands roaming all over you. You could already feel that familiar pressure building in your abdomen, impending bliss already blooming inside you.

One hand gripped your breast and the other reached up and wrapped around your throat. Applying slight pressure, he pulled your upper body taut. There was a giant mirror behind the bar. “I want you to look up. Watch yourself while I fuck you,” he whispered in your ear. Fingertips dug into your throat just a little tighter, riding that fine line between pleasure and pain, and you did just that.

You didn’t recognize the version of yourself you saw in the mirror’s reflection. Disheveled hair, sweat beginning to drip down your face, you looked happy for the first time in a long time.

“Paddy,” you moaned, bucking your hips back into him even harder. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, you’re going to watch me make you cum,” he growled.

You had never felt more exposed, or more aroused. Your ex would never have dared to talk to you this way during sex. Paddy was unlocking some primal side to you, and you were loving every minute. His hand moved away from your throat, allowing you to breathe fully again. He started rubbing slow circles on your clit. Contrasting with the fast pace at which he was still thrusting into you, it felt like all your nerve endings were on fire. You felt yourself about to tip over the edge. Still watching your reflection in the mirror, your orgasm washed over you in a wave. “That’s my girl. You look so beautiful when you’re coming undone,” Paddy said, fucking you through your high. While you were still clenching around him, he also came, filling you full.

Almost collapsing against the bar top, your body felt like jelly. He slowly pulled himself out of you. He threw his pants back on and retrieved your scattered clothes, handing them to you. “I’ll never be able to look at this place the same way again,” you said, cheeks burning as you glanced at the mirror behind him.

“So, same time next week?” he asked with a wink. That familiar heat started to build just thinking of the possibilities. You watched him walk toward the door, his jeans hugging him in all the right places. “I’ll be here.”

[reveluving]

anything and everything ; paddy feld x reader x max

summary: it’s them and their girl against the fucking world.

warnings: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), Max & Paddy in general (if you've seen the movies, you know how they are. but! they're pretty tame here), minor character death (deserved; horrible ex + cheating but it's okay, you win in the end) including minor mentions of blood & breaking bones type of violence, Paddy & Max would do anything for you.

a/n: ta-da!! you don't know how excited I was to write this. had to rewrite a few things but I was too into the idea, I didn't mind kdlsajk and mind you, it's EXTRA nasty in this one, so, keep that in mind! please enjoy, take care & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! 🕷️'!

» smut includes: mildly DARK fic! mm4f, size kink, lovestruck & possessive (slightly mean) doms!paddy & max, shy-esque mc, ‘baby’ & ‘pretty girl’ as petnames, dirty talking, facesitting/oral s~ex (both f & m receiving, clothed(?) too), spit & tit play, marking, spanking, brief mentions of blood play (doesn’t happen), brief mentions of age gap (legal & consenting!!), teasing & mentions of punishment, did I mention possessive paddy & max yet?

'And it all came down to that very moment, in the middle of nowhere past two in the morning.' ;

Paddy’s fingers thrummed along the shape of the steering wheel, subtly displaying his excitement even at such an hour. The music coming from the radio was partially his saving grace from the fairly long drive but the anticipation of what was to come expelled any form of restlessness in his body.

The road he took practically didn’t exist on the map, but he had no problem navigating his destination the deeper he went into the woods, not when he had taken the route many times for the past couple of months for this very moment.

Slowly yet surely, he spotted a familiar car, the headlights remaining on were enough for Paddy to see a man overlooking something before him. He knew his landlord long enough to recognize the large, taller frame in the distance. He spotted the bundle of clothes by his feet, along with the rocks of different sizes next to it, and Paddy knew he had begun.

Good thing, too, for it was mere hours before your alarm would go off, and they wanted to be by your side as soon as you opened your pretty eyes.

Without wasting any time, Paddy turned the engine of his car off before exiting the vehicle, sauntering over to his good friend—your other partner—and standing next to him.

“Took you long enough.” Max scoffed, though largely jesting to get under Paddy’s skin.

“She slept later than usual.” Paddy explained, one corner of his lips quirking at the memory of mere hours ago, of him snuggling you against him, lulling you to sleep with kisses and pats before quietly leaving the unit once he was confident you were truly out like a light.

“She couldn’t sleep?” Max glanced at his friend, a hint of worry in his rich voice, to which Paddy shook his head.

“She’s just excited for tomorrow.” Ah, Halloween.

Max hummed in understanding, then cut the conversation, or at least, the subject short. As much as he’d love to ask how you were doing, he and Paddy had business to take care of, and the ‘business’ in question stood right in the trench before them.

Chad, or really, they’d just prefer to call him ‘your ex’, stood naked in the ditch, shivering and battered from Max’s need to pour his frustration out on him an hour prior—remembering all the stories you’d tell them of how he had the gall to swoop in and take you from them, even if you weren’t theirs yet. 

It was one thing to steal you from them, but it was another to treat you like you were worth less than cheap dirt. Manipulating you into thinking his mistreatments were just you ‘being a big baby’ or accusing you of how ‘possessive’ you were when he would ‘just casually talk’ to other women when you found the bravery to break up with him a year ago.

But were they really surprised by a pompous man, no, boy, with dodgy secrets? Spending his old money on pointless luxuries and meeting up with low lives behind his old girlfriends’ backs, including yours. It was a good thing you were out of the relationship earlier than his previous exes, but fuck, if Paddy and Max didn’t want to gouge his eyes out for even mistreating you in the first place. 

They could never forget the tears in your eyes and on your cheek when you stopped by, reassuring them with a wobbly smile that you had ended the relationship, but not without seeing the man’s true colours by berating you for leaving him.

But that was in the past. The months that came after were nothing but bliss, for you and them. You didn’t think Paddy nor Max were open to the idea—the three of you—but you were proven wrong. You should’ve expected it, though, with how Paddy and Max were more or less alike, including but not limited to their ‘innocent’ flirting with you before it all went down.

But it wasn’t just the relationship that had them in high spirits.

It wasn’t hard to find his information online—the sucker was as terrible as an ‘influencer’ nowadays, and it was even easier to air his secrets out, destroying relationships including with his own family and even transferring most of his savings to shelters because why the hell not. 

At one point, Max couldn’t resist taking a video of the poor guy borderline begging the lady he cheated with when you were still together at their usual meeting spot at a bar.

He and Paddy had the time of their lives watching the embarrassing scene, even anonymously sharing it on his hacked account before days later, Paddy tampered with the same woman’s drink enough for her to overdose and successfully framed your ex ‘as revenge for public humiliation’. 

Yes, the past few months were priceless, to say the least.

But they never spent the whole time ruining the man’s life all the time, no, they had a beloved to take care of. The time to ruin lives could come whenever they pleased, but not precious moments with you.

Besides, wasn’t it more entertaining to drag out one’s victim’s despair just a little longer? The reactions to their downfall mattered, after all.

And it all came down to that very moment, in the middle of nowhere past two in the morning.

“Doesn't look like he's got a lot of fight in ‘em.” Paddy snorted.

“Good.” Max replied, short but well-pleased.

“Hey, man…” Chad croaked, and Max and Paddy immediately grimaced, “I didn't think she meant that much to you…. Honest…”

The two rolled their eyes in annoyance.

“At least think of a better lie, kid,” Max sighed, “‘s'not like we'd let you go if you did.”

Paddy huffed, amused at the truth in his words. If anything, they'd be doing the world a favour, removing a little parasite—yours, theirs, his ‘friends’ and exes, and hell, even his family—all while getting to call you theirs.

But, it was satisfying to see the pathetic sod being, well, pathetic. A way better look on him than the infuriatingly cocky façade he'd put up around others for whatever the hell he was leering for then.

“I’m not..! I–C'mon, I didn't even lay a hand on her–” Chad reasoned weakly, only to further set them off.

“You better pray you fucking didn't.” Paddy snarled. He and Max knew he didn't, but it didn't ease their anger any less because, at the end of the day, he still manipulated you in some way, using a few tricks to make you seem like you were the ‘overthinking’ one even if it didn't entirely work. 

At the end of the day, he did you harm.

“Alright, y'got anything else to say, kid?” Max leaned his weight on one leg, adjusting the black gloves he had been wearing since he dragged the guy in the middle of nowhere. Paddy, too, put on his gloves as he turned around, all while eyeing the rocks.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Chad spoke in urgency, his teeth chattering from the chilly air, “I can pay up! I won’t tell anybody shit about this–”

“No, you won’t,” Max agreed as he interjected, honestly not wanting to listen to him anymore, “Not especially her name out of your mouth.”

Against his better judgement, Chad had the gall to shout at the mere mention of you.

“Her?” He yelled, his annoyance picking back when Max brought your name up multiple times during this whole thing, “Why the fuck does she matter to you that much anywa–” 

Crunch.

Chad's head whipped to the side as the sizable rock Paddy threw landed at his temple, the sound horrific but satisfying to the two.

“Easy,” Max drawled, swiftly picking up a rock and inspecting it, “No fun in killing him already.” 

“You wanna listen to him talk ‘bout her like that?” Paddy grunted, chest rising and falling at the audacity of a man who was on the brink of death.

“Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm pissed,” Max replied coolly, hiding his temper behind nonchalance. He felt the weight of the rock he held before eyeing Chad with a dangerous look, “But the head? Pat, come on, we made it this far. Play around with him a little.” 

Paddy didn't have the time to reply as Max held the rock above him before throwing it, aiming right at Chad's leg with almost the same, if not, a nastier sound of impact than when Paddy threw it. 

Chad yowled, falling to the ground before groaning in sheer pain. He could only sob on the ground, specks of dirt already in his eyes and mouth.

“See?” Max smiled cruelly, “Make him feel it, just like she had to.”

Just speaking of it riled him up just as it did to Paddy. They wanted to finally, finally get it rid of him, sure, but there was no harm in having fun with it just a little longer. They'd clean up the mess anyway, might as well say their final goodbyes to the son of a bitch for good.

“Yeah… Yeah, alright.” Paddy mirrored his friend's cold-blooded contentment, picking up another rock, this time, hoping to break any parts of his bones without instantly killing him just yet.

And just like that, Chad wished for his ultimate death as they prolonged his torture.

You, back in Paddy’s unit, were none the wiser, slowly from your deep sleep. You turned, anticipating Paddy upon opening your bleary eyes, only to blink at the sight of Max, watching you with a warm smile as he lay on his side.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He greeted, bringing his hand to your face and caressing your cheek.

“G'morning…” You murmured with a shy smile, hiding one side of your face in the pillow.

“Oh, no, don't do that now,” Max chuckled, “Don't hide that pretty face from me.”

Even half asleep, he could make you giggle first thing in the morning.

“How'd you sleep?” He asked, his voice almost enough to lull you back to sleep.

“Good,” You responded, unaware of their little escapade hours ago. You yawned, “You?”

“Like a baby,” He grinned, causing your heart to flutter. In reality, he hadn't had a wink of sleep since he and Paddy drove back home, but the adrenaline of putting the bastard down gave him more than enough energy to see you, “Come here.”

Max gently led you to his lap, encouraging you to straddle his hips while resting your head on his chest, “Atta girl.”

You couldn't resist relaxing in his arms, not when he was so warm and comfortable, and he didn't want you to do so either, kissing the crown of your head while his hands slid up and down your sides.

But you knew Max long enough to know his touches didn't always stay innocent as his hands roamed lower and lower and lower before reaching the hem of your nightdress.

You eyed him suspiciously, “Max…”

He just hummed, leaning in to kiss your temple and cheek, “That's me.” 

You huffed at his wits, only for your eyes to flutter shut as his hands roamed under the fabric, “Max, c'mon, I just woke up…”

You were a little worried about your morning breath and how you looked from just waking up, but he was having none of it.

“Can't hear you.” He drawled lowly against your skin, pulling you closer so he could latch his lips onto your neck. You jolted at the feeling of Max's palms gripping and kneading your ass, your body only growing tauter when a third hand slid up the curve of your back.

 trick-or-treaters“Starting without me, pretty girl?” Paddy cooed, leaning in to kiss your cheek, the other side that Max hadn't touched yet.

“Paddy…” You whimpered, and as soon as you turned your head to look at him, briefly noticing he was shirtless, he slotted his lips against yours, the fingers of his other hand brushing along your neck before descending to your clothed breasts.

The haziness in your mind grew more than when you woke up, feeling pairs of lips and hands mark your body with vigour.

Max sat up, forcing you and Paddy to break the kiss as he slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

Paddy took a seat on the edge of the mattress, kissing your shoulder from behind, feeling his spine-chilling groans reverberating against your back. 

And with two sick minds thinking alike, images of you covered in your ex’s blood in between them fueled their uncontrollable desires. Too bad every last drop of it had to be drained for obvious reasons. But it wouldn't hurt to imagine what could've been every once in a while. 

So long the deed was done. 

Good riddance, bitch.

Paddy pulled at your tits between his fingers, the same time Max nipped at the space between your neck and shoulder, leaving the barest hint of mark that begged to be darker. 

More long-lasting, prominent for the world to see.

“How ‘bout it, baby? Think you can for a quick round before we let you go?” Max asked. They could've convinced you to stay in bed longer if not for the candies you had promised to buy before the last minute in the afternoon for trick-or-treaters tonight.

“We'll take good care of you.” Paddy added, as they always did.

You pleaded with the two with a look that was to die for and it wouldn't take long for them to act upon your request, leaving you in your pretty undies, almost tearing off your sleepwear when they removed the pesky article.

Max was eager to lay on his back, encouraging you to move back a little and position your ass just above his face, making you face Paddy, whose pants were off, teasing you by fondling his prominent tent with a smug smile.

You weren't sure whether to focus on him or Max’s cock standing tall each time you looked down, awaiting your soft lips and its careful licks.

You jumped at Max’s playful slaps and massages of your ass, prompting Paddy to coo as he neared until his shins touched the bed.

“Playin’ a lil’ rough, isn’t he, baby?” He cradled your jaw, almost condescendingly mimicking your parted lips as Max licked you through the flimsy panties. He gently led your head by the chin to his bulge and sighed in contentment, “Yeah, that’s my good girl.”

“My good girl.” Max grunted, biting his lips upon moving your panties to the side before licking a big stripe along your pussylips like a man starved, even more so when he couldn’t help but spank you three more consecutive times, downright suffocating himself when trapped your thighs around his head.

“Max…” You cried into Paddy’s tented pants, nuzzling him like it would calm Max down, but they couldn’t blame you, knowing your mind was already mush. 

You could already imagine the familiar beard burns decorating your inner thighs.

Paddy pouted, “Baby, ‘m’feeling a lil’ lonely,” Brushing your bottom lip with his thumb, he stared at your through lidded eyes, “You know what t’do, yeah?”

You did, you always did.

Keeping your eyes on him, you mouthed along the girth of him, leaving little trails of drool because ‘there is nothing sexier than our sweet girl making a mess out of them’. Their words, not yours.

Giving a low growl, he slid his sweatpants down for you, “That’s it.”

He didn’t bother putting on boxers, already anticipating such ‘morning routine’ if he and Max were going to make it until the evening before they could get their hands on you again.

Of course, that didn’t mean they’d play nice behind closed doors when the trick-or-treaters weren’t around.

His pants dropped to the floor with a soft thud, his hard cock ached for you if the subtle twitches were anything to go by.

But Max, still eating you out and practically leaving marks on your behind, shoved his tongue into you just a tad deeper, reminding you that he, too, needed you.

You could only let a little glob of drool drip onto Max’s cock, then slowly wrapped your fingers around it before sliding your hand down to the base. Paddy clenched his jaw, greedy for the same treatment when Max bucked into your hand. He loosened just a tad bit when you finally leaned in, taking a small, cautious lick at the tip of him.

Somehow, somehow, Max knew your teasing behaviour and brought his palm down on your already sensitive rear. You weren’t sure how he wasn’t begging for air at this point the more your thighs tightened around him—if only you knew how much he wouldn’t mind dying that way.

Paddy tutted in disapproval, gently tapping his cock on your cheek, “Not very nice of you.”

“Think she deserves a little punishment?” Max spoke against your cunt, spreading your cheeks and downright spitting at your hole.

“I’m sure she can handle a few,” Paddy responded, eyes rolling back when you moaned around him the more he pushed himself into your mouth. He continued through gritted teeth, “And then, we’ll give her everything. Just like she deserves.”

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» a/n: this was initially a standalone fic for Max but then I was like mmm OMG what about with Max and Negan but then... I also wanted to write for Paddy, so... yeah ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[wiremagazine]

OUT & ABOUT: JURASSIC WORLD LIVE TOUR

By Rafa Carvajal | Photos provided by Feld Entertainment

Jurassic World Live Tour heads to the BB&T Center January 23-26, 2020, for an incredible, immersive live arena experience. After seeing Jurassic World Live at AmericanAirlines Arena this past Saturday, I can personally say you are in for a treat with an incredible arena production that has impressive animatronics, excellent stunt work, lively pyrotechnics, and great special effects.

Jurassic World Live features more than 24 film-accurate, life-sized dinosaurs including a Velociraptor Blue and a Tyrannosaurus Rex that are a truly jaw-dropping sight at more than 40 feet in length. Not only is each dinosaur scientifically correct, but they are also equipped with the latest technology that allows for an exhilarating, thrilling dinosaur experience. I loved seeing them!

According to Juliette Feld Grossman, chief operating officer of Feld Entertainment, “Working with a world-class production team and Universal filmmakers, we have extended the Jurassic World canon with a new story that can only be told through this live, arena spectacular as we bring full-scale dinosaurs to generations of fans around the globe.” For more information and to purchase tickets, visit jurassicworldlivetour.com.

Wire Magazine sat down with Patrick Calderon, who plays the role of Chad Barris, to preview Jurassic World Live Tour.

Rafa Carvajal: Tell our readers about Jurassic World Live Tour. Patrick Calderon: Jurassic World Live Tour is a spectacular, in your face, live-action stunt show the whole family can sink their teeth into. It has life-sized dinosaurs running and flying in an original story that takes place between Jurassic World and Jurassic World Fallen Kingdom. We worked closely with Universal Pictures to create an authentic piece with new dinosaurs and new characters that fit right in with the Jurassic World cannon.

RC: How was this production put together? PC: There was lots of time that went into production. The CGI models were taken directly from the Jurassic World films to create real-life, to-scale versions of all the Jurassic World fan favorites such as Velociraptor Blue. We have a full functioning Gyrosphere as well as the iconic T.Rex straight from Isla Nublar. She even has the same scars she received from the first film during the infamous I-Rex fight.

RC: What is your character in Jurassic World Live Tour? PC: Although dinosaurs are the real stars of this show, the character I play is an intern named Chad Barris. Chad is a teenager who loves social media and is obsessed with the latest fads. What I love about Chad is that he brings some light-hearted humor to balance the action. He seems to be very relatable with the kids in the audience, and even some of the adults enjoy his corky sense of humor.

RC: Why should Wire Magazine readers go see Jurassic Word Live Tour? PC: I’m pretty sure everyone has wondered once in their lives how it would be if dinosaurs lived amongst us today. This show brings that fantasy to life right in front of your eyes.

RC: Describe Jurassic World Live Tour in three words. PC: Family, thrills, and T.Rex.

RC: What is the best part of the show? PC: There are so many tech elements and epic moments in the show that picking one is near impossible. From pyrotechnics to the life-sized dinosaurs right in front of you, the entirety of the show is one great experience.

RC: Is there anything else you would like to share with Wire Magazine readers? PC: Check out jurassicworldlivetour.com for tickets starting at $15 from January 9-12 at the AmericanAirlines Arena, and from January 23-26 at the BB&T Center.

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Handsy

Paddy × reader

Summary: Paddy, a popular rock band member (and your man-crush), takes a keen interest in you, his new favourite girl.

Word count: 2.5k+

Warnings: smut, so much smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), teasing, role play

Author's note: I wrote this entirely because I couldnt stop thinking about it. What happened to the fluff I was going to write, you ask? Well well.

Yes, that one single line about role playing lead to all this. Concerning, I do know. ABSOLUTELY NOT PROOF READ. Srry <3

Posting this at a stupid inactive hour because ofc I'm an idiot

The edge of the settee stung your skin, but you stayed right where you were, the heady surge of adrenaline bleeding into the rush of having his eyes on you. You'd been here for a quarter of an hour now, and all he'd done was pin you to your seat with a kind of calculating gaze that made your insides turn to mush.

"I'm glad you're here.", he chimes in smoothly, breaking the glass-like silence with a snap. You look away from him, finally, letting yourself breathe. Letting yourself adjust to the fact that you were in Patrick's room.

Paddy, you correct yourself. It's Paddy now. The man who had spread you apart and made you cum around his fingers a million times in your dreams was now on a nickname basis with you.

No wonder this felt surreal.

"I'm more surprised than glad." Your words almost mask the chaos riding free within you, your pulse quickening at every move he made, your gaze following the little strip of skin that showed itself under his shirt everytime he got up.

He smiles, chuckles even, looking at you for another second before he reaches for the bottle of scotch before him. The muscles in his forearm feather slightly as he unscrews the bottle and it takes an almost audible swallow down your throat to keep your mind from wandering too far.

"And why is that?"

He sounds almost as surprised as you do. Somehow, that's endearing.

"I've heard you don't quite like being hoarded around by your fans." You bite your lip to hide a smile. Was it weird that you felt special? To be in this room, a few feet away from him. Weren't you just another groupie? Maybe he was used to this too...

"Sometimes...", he starts, trailing off mid sentence, taking his time to pour the drink into two glasses on the counter. "Sometimes I don't mind making an exception." Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes following him silently as he approaches you with one glass offered, the other touching his lips.

You gulp the whiskey, secretly hoping for the alcohol to do it's magic, to turn you from the shy girl in the corner to one that takes more chances. To one that would stride across the room, unzip his pants and just let him-

"You look amused.", he smiles from behind his glass. You flush red, looking anywhere but at him, your now-empty drink put away next to you, your hands clenching on the armrest of your seat.

He raises an eyebrow at that, shrugging as if to ignore his own final comment. In another swig, he downs the Scotch, his tongue pushing out against his lip to wipe off what little he'd missed.

It's a mental picture you'd be willing to have imprinted on your eyes - his tongue, his lips, your desperation to have them on you, in you...

You can feel your vision hazing, the pre-booze, the cocktails, and the Scotch, all fighting with your conciousness, battling for dominance.

And, oh, did they win.

When your mind finally chooses to focus back on reality, you find him at the other end of the room, his arms wrapped around the bass speaker as he puts it back where it belonged. His fingers grip the sides of the sound box, your eyes closing involuntarily as your overworking brain paints pictures of those same arms around your waist, pushing you against a wall, fingers wrapped around your neck as he whispered the vilest words into your skin. Words you were dying to hear-

"What's it on your mind that's so much more interesting than me?" You open your eyes to find him stationed a few feet from you, a lop-sided grin on his face, his arms folded against his chest. Your gaze drops back to his arms, fingers fidgeting at your dress as you try to push away the glimpses you were having just seconds ago.

"Tell me." It's not a plea. It's not a demand. It's an instruction. He towers over you, walking closer, until he places his hands on two sides your seat. His nose brushes against yours, his scruff tickling your cheek. "Tell me, love."

"I was...", you whisper confusedly. "I was wondering how your hands would feel on me." You're not really sure what you're saying anymore. But when his gaze instantly darkens, surprise and curiosity playing wonders on his features, you're not sure you need to think anymore.

"On you?", he repeats, using a finger to brush a stray hair from your face.

"On my throat.", you elaborate, avoiding any coherent thought before it could stop you. You stand up, his chest rising slowly with yours as you find yourself almost cheek-to-cheek with him.

"On my waist.", you step an inch closer, the warmth of his body seeping through you, making you giddy, almost drunk on him. You move his hands to your waist, moaning softly when he tightens his grip. He leans a little further, inhaling against your neck, a groan ripping from somewhere low in his throat.

"I was wondering how your hands would feel in my cunt. Inside me-", you mumble, the last of your words muffled by his lips as he crashes them against yours with an all consuming fervour, his hands slotting themselves against your ass, pulling you flush against the warmth of his own arousal.

You whimper softly when his hard length brushes against your clit, the layers of fabric in between unnerving enough to want to tear them off yourself. His tongue licks at yours, lapping at your mouth until you're warring for control, for the remnants of your sanity. A war he decisively wins with a nip at your lips.

His breath is ragged when he pulls back, pressing his lips to your cheek, your jaw, biting, sucking, until the marks on your skin are left as reminders for the next morning. He groans against your skin, the sound rattling through your bones, your fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt, trying to get it out of your way.

Your fumbling loses its humor very quick, the frustration building as the buttons to his garment don't agree with the haze in your mind.

"Baby, let me take over.", he murmurs gruffly, freeing your hands from their task, bringing them to his mouth for a kiss. Your eyes glaze over when he sucks at your pinky, the fire burning cold in the blue of his iris as he presses his teeth into your skin.

You feel the surge of pain, the pleasure of his mouth, and there's a helpless part of you that submits to the whirlwind of sensation, giving in with a sigh. His triumph is evident in the way his pupils are fully blown now, his breaths faster as he walks you backwards, slowly, assuredly, until you hit the wall with a small thud.

He places your hands above your head, leaving them there. His approach is agonizing, snail-paced, as he closes the inches separating your bodies. Your torsos press flush against each other, his chest rubbing against your nipples enough to pebble them.

You feel the dampness between your thighs soak through the linen of your dress, the reminder of the approach to salvation enough to make you bite your lip. Apprehensive. Eager.

"Keep them there, sweet heart.", he mumbles, pushing your hands against the wall again. "And maybe I'll give that sweet cunt of yours exactly what it needs." His voice is a purr as his fingers dance down your sides, one hand holding your arms hostage while the other travels lower to rest on the valley of your breasts.

You whimper, annoyed at his avoidance yet again, the sound turning into an embarrassingly loud moan when he leans down to suck a hickey into the hollow of your clavicle. His fingers roll your hardened nipple, his smile wide against your neck as he brings a thigh between your legs, your cunt pushing down against the stimulation that it had been begging for.

"Eager.", he mumbles, but his words are lost in that tightening of your core, your thighs trembling, the rough fabric of his pants bordering on pain as you rubbed yourself against it. He seems to take pity on you, or maybe he'd foreseen this moaning, broken down mess you would become for him, because with one tap on your wrists to remind you of your condition, he withdraws his thigh and gets on his knees before you.

Your breaths are still ragged, the blinding loss of pressure between your legs enough to drive you crazy. He's watching you, lower lip caught between his teeth. He let's his fingers tough your calf, the renewed contact of skin almost enough to push you over the edge.

"Tell me what you want." Letting the words float in the air, he attaches his lips to the inside of your knee, the tender skin relenting to the torture of his mouth with a happy sigh. Your brain goes silent again, all thoughts out the window, the only feeling left is the patterns his tongue is tracing.

But this isn't over. You know he's waiting for an answer. The longer you take with your words the lower his mouth travels, his fingers rubbing circles into your calf, decidedly farther away from your dripping cunt.

Your hands clench into fists as you try to create a coherent thought, an actual answer. "I want your mouth on my cunt, Paddy.", you moan through your delivery as he instantly rewards you, a kiss at the apex of your thighs, the material of your skirt playing enough part in dulling the pleasure.

His hand runs up your leg, the last barrier of cloth bunching up at your waist and a shudder runs through his body at the sight of you, already bare and ready for him. He mumbles a low, "Fuck.", under his breath, tongue darting out against his lips, thinking of all the things he could have done with you.

All the things he wanted to do now.

"All this for me?" His voice is rough, the question very much rhetorical because he intends to find out for himself, his finger catching your moisture as he runs one through your folds.

Your hips buck against him, hands fighting their verbal restraint to curl into his hair, pull him against you. "So desperate for me, my little slut.", he smiles against the inside of your thighs, his stubble burning your skin, his tongue languid as it laved at the bruises.

You keen at his words, slumping lower against the wall, his palm promptly coming up to press against your stomach, holding you steady. He inches forward, agreeing finally to give you what you want, his fingers playing with your folds as he lightly kisses your clit.

The sensation is already overwhelming, your body trembling when he actually dives into you with his tongue, lapping at your wetness, his finger rimming your hole. It's all too much after the agonizing tease he has been and your body is too ready to fall apart under his attentions.

"No cumming till I say so.", he says into your cunt, leaving no space for argument as he sucks on your clit, your retaliation evaporating into nothingness. He eases a finger into you, your walls needily clamping down on whatever he was giving. He groans at the pulsing, wetness of you around him and the sound shudders through your body, your peak threatening to crash over you.

"I'm close, Paddy.", you warn. And that stills him. He leans back, your eyes widening in apprehension, as he eases another finger into you, pumping them at a snail pace.

"That's not how you ask, sweetie.", he reminds. You can feel his fingers dragging inside you, the stretch overwhelming when he pushes a third, thick digit inside, your eyes closing as you fuck yourself onto his fingers.

Leaving his instruction unfollowed is a mistake. One he does not respond to well. There's a sharp, wet pop that echoes off the silence of the room, your walls clutching at nothing as he leaves you bereft to deliver a sharp slap to your clit.

Your eyes fly open just as fast as they'd closed and you blink at him, the building haze dissipating with a snap. "Please, Paddy.", you whine, his hands spreading you apart, keeping you from rubbing your thighs, from any friction you could possibly have.

He tuts at that attempt, shaking his head sadly as if this was another mundane disappointment in his day, like you weren't naked and spread apart before him. Like his mouth hadn't just been devouring you seconds ago.

"You can do better than that." His eyes find yours again, fingers back to rubbing your thighs. "Please, Paddy. Need to cum. Need you.", you whine, your relief rushing out in a sigh as he throws your leg on his shoulder, his mouth back where you need it, lapping at you with a ferocity that makes you see stars.

His digits push back into you, all three finding home inside your weeping hole, pumping at a pace that sets every inch of your skin on fire.

Your pussy clenches around him, your peak coming at you in waves and you let yourself go, hands reaching for his hair as you ride his mouth to your release.

"That's it, baby, cum for me.", he growls against your pussy, thrusting his tongue in time with his hand as he finger-fucks you through your high.

He let's you fall into his lap, still out of breath as he runs his hands through your hair, lips busy planting feather light kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, your neck.

"Did that do any justice to those vile fantasies of yours?", he asks, capturing your lips in a kiss as you're about to answer. You wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his close shorn hair, much as they'd been denied a while back.

"More than.", you whisper against his ear, pushing on his chest until he's lying on his back, you on top of him.

"We should role-play more often.", he laughs, pulling you against himself. "I could get used to making you a whimpering mess, in more ways than one."

Your eyes droop shut under the exhaustion and you bury your face in his neck, sucking on the skin lazily. He groans when you bite down, his arousal bulging through the fabric of his trousers, pressing against your thigh. You undo his buckle, hand descending lower until your fingers wrap around his cock.

"I think this fan of yours would like to return the favour, Sir. Since you've let me into your room and everything. It's the least I could do." You climb onto him again, pushing his pants down, stroking him at a slow, teasing pace. He watches your movements, eyes glued to the way your small fingers find hold on his cock.

He laughs again, a light, almost happy sound.

"I thought you'd never ask, love." His words stumble into silence with a low hiss when you lower yourself to replace your hands with the wetness of your mouth.

"Right bloody minx, you are.", he groans, fingers grasping at your locks, pushing you lower onto his cock. You gag for a second, tears pooling at the edge of your eyes and then your throat goes slack. His hips buck involuntarily, thrusting deeper into your throat, a wanton moan let loose. He's all out using you now, heaving you around as he needs, the wet sound of his movements filling the room.

You dare to steal a glance at him, this version of your man that no one ever had access to - his head thrown back, weight carelessly held up on one arm as his grip tightened in your hair, cock twitching on your tongue.

You moan when you feel him get close, tongue running over his leaking head, a jerk of your strands in his fingers all the warning you get before he's letting go of himself, white, hot cum spurting down your throat.

He thrusts into you a couple more times, his breaths still ragged when he pulls you off his cock in one swift motion, a throaty laugh on his lips as he presses them to yours. His tongue caresses yours, the taste of his orgasm shared between your mouths, a combined groan reverberating through your bodies.

"Well, Sir, was that what you got me here for?", you whisper, body still trembling as you relaxed against his chest. He hums in response, fingers tracing along your spine.

"Oh, honey, you don't even know the half of it."