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ray who knows it hurts. and he feels so awful when he’s wrapping his hands around your ankles and forcing your legs to stay apart. “i’m sorry y/n..just feels better like this”. the guilt isn’t enough to have him slow down though. fuck you’re squeezing him so tight.

ray who’s favorite position is doggystyle. he’s a simple man at heart. watching your ass jiggle as you throw your hips towards him was all he ever needed to be happy.

ray who uses one giant hand to spread your ass, his other hand firmly placed on your back. “your arch is amazing” he can’t stop staring at the puckered hole ,flexing as he pounds into you at an animalistic pace

ray who is putting you in a headlock as he continues thrusting. his bicep is the size of your head, hard as a rock against your neck. you attempt to free yourself but it’s as if he’s made of steel. you don’t even move an inch under his grasp. “you aren’t going anywhere baby”. he coos into your ear.

ray who finds any excuse to spank you. he’ll bend you over his knee and smack you as hard as he can. a large red handprint is visible immediately, just the way he likes.

ray who loves to cock warm with you. the stretch of your pussy around his length is so soothing. you’ll sit on his cock for hours on end begging and pleading for any amount of friction. anything to numb the ache between your legs. but ray is stern in telling you no. “you need to learn the value of patience”he’ll say mockingly “it’s the greatest virtue after all”

ray who forces you to ride his fingers when he’s too lazy to fuck you. after a long day of band practice he prefers to relax on his bed , propping himself up with a pillow or two. he smiles as you fall apart on his two fingers, moving your hips forwards and back slowly. “you’re about to cum already sweetheart”? he chuckles, adding a third digit. “go ahead. make a mess on my fingers”.

ray who doesn’t know how strong he is. he wraps his calloused fingers around your neck,squeezing so lightly. he’s afraid he might break you. suddenly you desperately tap on his arm, indicating you needed a break. he removed his hands watching you gasp for air. “i had no idea i was choking you so hard.. fuck i’m so sorry”.

ray who likes to watch you choke on his cock. “breath through your mouth baby. come on you got this, i know you can do it”. he encourages pushing himself deeper into your throat. tears are steaming down your face mixing with the drool looking at either corner of your mouth. this was such a beautiful sight. you begin to gag but he doesn’t stop. the sound of gagging only made him want to bottom out in your throat.

ray who bunches up your panties and takes a deep whiff as he strokes his cock lazily. “i didn’t say stop. keep goin’ baby”. he watched as you continued to strip

ray who lets you put a fruit rollup on it. because why not? he can’t stop grinning as you chew your way through the candy. “make sure to clean me off baby, i don’t want my dick to be sticky”.

ray who starts buying shirts a size too small because he knows it drives you insane. the way the fabric clung to his big strong arms and accentuated his pecs was a masterpiece. a modern day mona lisa of sorts.

ray who has a huge load every time. it doesn’t matter if it’s the first time in a while or the third round that night the amount of semen this man produces is insane. and it’s so sweet. he makes a point of eating a lot of fruit and taking cranberry pills daily. “the least i can do is make it taste good for you sweet girl. you know much i love cumming down your throat”.

ray who has a major breeding kink too. he’ll force your body into a mating press ever so slowly pulling out. he keeps his eyes focused on your cunt using his index finger to push the cum back inside you.

jerk!mikey who found you more annoying than anything. always asking for things and crying and begging for food. he found himself rolling his eyes more often than not. he felt like he was suffocating in this relationship.

jerk!mikey who picks you up from school in a sleek black car. you babble on about how awesome his car is and how jealous all your classmates are. he never really listened to you unless you were singing his praise. he smirked hearing you gush about how he was the coolest guy you’ve ever met.

jerk!mikey who pushes your head down , forcing you to swallow his length. you’re choking and tapping his legs insistently indicating your discomfort. you never gave him gas money so you had to make up for it in some way. “i know you can take it baby,breath through your nose”.

jerk!mikey who is confused when you say i love you first. he had no idea you guys were mutually exclusive he thought it was just casual sex. of course he says it back. not because he feels the same but he knows how happy it will make you. the happier you are the more likely you are to give it up

jerk!mikey who gets evethring he wants that night thanks to a bottle of peach vodka. you’re so complete wasted , bouncing lazily on his cock. you’re just running on auto pilot at this point. “there you go baby, you’re doing such a good job”he praises, large hand resting on your hip. “this is such a great view”.

jerk!mikey who’s heart is racing as he presses record. the flash shines brightly illuminating your figure about him. you barely register your surroundings. eyes half lidded, just lost in the pleasure of it all.

jerk!mikey who lets his friends ogle you. watching his band mates stare at your cleavage thrilled him. you were a hot piece of ass and you belonged to only him. ray and frank could not stop staring at your tits.

jerk!mikey who hears you telling your friends how much you love him. “he’s the best boyfriend i’ve ever had”. he feels bad for leading you on. almost. it’s a great boost to his ego. woman his age always talked about immature he was,stuck in the past passing the time with a cocktail of drugs. but no matter what you always looked up to him in adoration. “i think im in love with him is that insane to say ? is it too early”

jerk!mikey who wasn’t very talkative. he will tune out most of what you’re saying until you ask if he’s listening. a lot of “yeahs” and that’s crazy”.

jerk!mikey who forgot your birthday. he doesn’t even know the month. when you brought it up to him mikey shrugged it off like it was nothjng. you cried for hours , ignoring him for days on end. not that mikey particularly cared.

jerk!mikey who always got mean when he mixed alcohol and cocain. that was a killer combo for him , causing him to lash out. “you’re so pathetic”. he slurs into the phone, leaving his fourth voicemail of the night. “who do you think you are ignoring me all this time? i’m the fucking adult here. you listen to me ..when i speak you obey”

jerk!mikey who realizes you might not text him back. was it the many coked out voicemails ? or the rude things he text you throughout the day? he isn’t sorry he forgot your special day but he missed the undivided attention you gave him.

jerk!mikey who brings flowers and a hand written love letter to your dorm. “i’m so sorry baby. please don’t stay mad at me. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me i can’t lose you”.

jerk!mikey who spent the next few days winning you back. talking with you till the sun came up, taking you on cute little dates, giving you wads of cash and dropping you at the mall. “buy whatever you want sweetheart, this whole store is yours if you want”.

jerk!mikey who is never a gently lover unless he needed to reel you back in. normally sex with him is rough and quick. he doesn’t like wasting time on forplay he’s a busy man. but on the off chance he’s feeling sentimental or he really really wants you to do something for him he’s overly gentle. gripping your hips as if you were made of glass. “i love you so much” he whispers, peppering kisses up your neck.

abrasions- patrick loves being cut. nothing too extreme, he At doesn’t like the sight of too much blood. he doesn’t mind little bits though. while having sex he’ll beg you run the blade down his arm. the slight pain makes his orgasm all the more magical. he prefers to be cut on his lower arm and his inner thigh but he’s always open to try something new.

accidental stimulation- he’s a big fan of this one. it takes nothing to get him going most times. an accidental brush of the hand,fingers touching while handing a pen over. the slightest things get him going. even the tiniest touch makes his body feel as if he’d been lit on fire. you genuinely had no idea you were doing this to him and that made this all the better.

agoraphilia- kinda similar to the accidental stimulation he also likes sex in public places. like super public places. it’s less the thrill of possibly being caught and more a power thing. he’d much rather be a participant in this kink rather than practice it himself. when your hand slowly strokes his cock on a crowded train he feels his face heat up. he tries to keep a straight face as your thumb brushes his sensitive tip. just the slightest moan would draw so much unwanted attention. “y/n…” he says under his breath, gripping the metal pole so hard his knuckles went white. “shut up and take it”. you retort not bringing your eyes up from your phone screen. “you know you want it, perv”.

altocalciphilia-this is an obvious one. of course this man is getting rock hard over a nice pair of high heel boots. he will watch silently as you strut down the hall “what do you think baby”? you say with a smirk. it’s obvious what’s on his mind you can see his dick is practically pulsing against the denim of his pants. poor thing is speechless. patrick has a few pairs that are his favorite but he’s always on the look out for more. he loves a stiletto the most but he doesn’t mind a nice pair of stripper heels either. he is always on the lookout for new pairs, spending every last cent in his bank account for you.

anal-he’s a man of simple needs. one of those needs being butt play. this is a guilty pleasure for him. patrick is so so so embarrassed of this one it took a lot of courage for him to even bring the idea to you. he’s so sensitive it takes a long time to train him. the smallest of toys had him overstimulated to tears. it was so cute watching him fall apart under such little pressure. “that feels good baby”? you question watching him writhe in pleasure under the vibrations. “how about we turn it up some more”. he looks like he wants to protest but you don’t give him the chance. youre doing him a favor by letting him unwind in such a way.

begging- you’re his goddess so he spends a lot of time on his knees worshipping you. he’s no stranger to begging for what he wants. he begs for release , kisses, to touch you in general. he is quick to fall to the ground and crawl to you when needed. and he isn’t ashamed to do it in public either. the two of you are enjoying a delightful dinner in one of the nicest places in town (upon your request of course). “you want a bite of this”? you ask shoving the fork in his face. eagerly he nods , opening his mouth to take the morsel but you pull it away at the last second. “ah ah ah. beg for it nice”. without an ounce of hesitation he’s on the floor , head on your lap. like a dog he looks up at you with his big blue eyes. “please ma’am”?

blind folds- now this is one of his all time favorites. he absolutely adores it when you tie the cloth around his head and the world goes dark. he’s unable to see where you’re going to touch him next or what you have in your hands. the act of not knowing is all the fun. sometimes you’ll just sit on the bed watching and waiting.

bondage- he’s a bit new to this. so far he’s only tried handcuffs and being tied to the bed. with time he hopes to get a bit more extreme. he finds himself thumbing through magazines with men covered in leather and ball gags in their mouths.

breath play-ohhh my god this is his weak spot. you’re slowly bouncing in his cock applying as much pressure to his neck as you’re physically able. “and you better not fucking cum”. his eyes start to go cloudy and you loosen your grip afraid of your boyfriend passing out. to your shock he places your hands back where they were “please don’t..it feels perfect like that”.

chasity- nerdtrick is king of the cock cage. i suppose this gets into over stimulation territory but he’s obsessed. you like to do little strip shows for him just watch him squirm uncomfortably. his erection hurts so good against the metal of the device. he wears it most days unless you tell him not to. he groans in agony as you grind your hops against his. “can i take it off for just a second”? he whines. “you’re lucky i don’t punish you for even daring to ask that”. you answer quickly stopping your actions. “and for that i’m not going to touch you at all for the rest of the week”

clothed sex- he never would have even thought of such a thing until you introduced him to it. dry humping has become a norm for him.

patrick watched your chest slowly move up and then down then up again. he’d been watching over you for hours. he couldn’t help himself. he always felt so protective over his sweet baby girl. he wanted to be prepared to cradle you in his big arms if you had a nightmare.

he glanced over at the dimly lit digits of the clock perched on your bed side table. it was nearly three am. he knew he should get some sleep now, he had an early meeting that was incredibly important but he couldn’t seem to tear his focus from your still figure.

how could he not admire you ? you were so peaceful in your slumber,small noises escaping your lips every few hours. to him you were at your most beautiful while sleeping.

another hour passed. patrick felt his eyes start to get heavy. it would make sense to turn in now. you were clearly going to sleep soundlessly through the night there was no use worrying too much.

“mm daddy”.

he sat up immediately, heart racing and all traces of tiredness gone from his body. hearing you whimper those words so softly and sweetly nearly brought him to tears. he loved his little girl so much.

you shift slightly and softly whimper again. it was clear his baby girl was sweetly dreaming of him. his heart could burst from the amount of love and pride he felt in that moment. even in your sleep you thought of him.

“shh it’s okay sweet girl , daddy’s gonna make you feel sooo good” he murmers, sliding his large hands up your thigh. he stops just shy of your aching sex drinking in the sight. “my little sleeping beauty”.

oh so gently he pushes your panties to the side , pleased to see the small stain in the middle of the fabric. “poor thing. you don’t even know how bad you want this” he smiles and runs his index finger between your lips, wetness coating his digit.

he scoots closer to you , gently pushing you onto your side. you barely make a sound to his relief. patrick could smell the faint aroma of your lavender body wash. it filled his senses and clouded his mind with lust.

you so obviously needed some relief from the ache. patrick would be an awful man if he didn’t give his baby girl some relief.

“you’re gripping me even in your sleep baby” he pants into your ear as he slowly thrusts his hips forward. you let out a small whimper and it sounded like music to his ears. “you were born to take this dick baby.

his hands roam your body squeezing and caressing your smooth skin. your skin felt burning hot against his, igniting the fire in his heart even more.

jerk!patrick who just broke up with yet another girlfriend. it wasn’t a clean break either. it ended in flames and broken glass all over the kitchen floor. this wasn’t exactly unusual for him. for some reason totally unknown to him he could never keep a girl around for more than a few months before shit hit the fan. good thing he could always come crawling back to ole reliable (you!)

jerk!patrick who only bothers to call when he’s feeling extra lonely and no one else has answered his lazy texts. fresh out of a break up he was eager for a distraction. “u up” he types out on the small keyboard of his razr cursing himself for being so cliche. there’s no way you’d fall for such an obvious attempt to get in your pants. he hadn’t talk to you in months and now it’s almost three am on the dot and he’s instant messaging you.

jerk!patrick who is beyond thrilled when you respond in less than five minutes. he felt a sense of pity for you. you’d been head over heels for him since highschool ,always so painfully desperate for his attention. he was surprised you stayed by his side this long but he wasn’t going to complain.

jerk!patrick who may or may not have had a few drinks on his way over to your place. who could blame him he was heartbroken..or something like that. he could never seem to have sex without at least one or two drinks.

jerk!patrick who doesn’t even bother to invite you inside the house. it’s not like you have much dignity to lose anyway. you were more than eager to clamber your way into the backseat , skirt riding up your thighs as you did so. “i didn’t wear underwear” you say breathlessly,positioning yourself above his member. “that’s a good girl” he praises. “you know just what i like y/n”.

jerk!patrick who grabs your hips as you move up and down on his painfully hard cock. he needed more and he needed it now. his nails dig into your skin as he forces you to pick up the pace ignoring every complaint that left your lips. he was lost in a lustful haze, enjoying every sensation as it washed over him. “fuck come on baby”he says breathlessly “i know you can move faster than that”. he pushes you to every limit, putting you in positions you didn’t know were possible in such a cramped space.

jerk!patrick who never ate pussy. but found himself buried between your thighs, tongue flicking your clit as his hand pressed down on your abdomen. maybe he felt bad for putting you through the wringer. it was more likely he just loved having a say over your pleasure. the sense of control really got him going.

jerk!patrick who is fucking pissed. you havent responded to any of his late night texts in about two weeks. that filled him with fury. what could you possibly be doing that was better than responding to him. had that night you shared in the car really caused you so much distress you wanted to cut him out of your life ?

jerk!patrick who goes to your job the next day. not because he’s a creepy stalker but because he was curious. in a totally normal non obsessive way. ok maybe he was a little obsessed and maybe he was a little drunk at 2pm. that’s not a crime. he just wanted to be sure you were safe.

jerk!patrick who felt his heart shatter as you locked arms with some man standing by the door. was that why you stopped responding ? because you moved on to bigger and better things ? how could you just forget him after all these years of knowing each other. maybe patrick didn’t exactly treat you the best but there was no denying the history. he had taken your virginity for gods sake.

jerk!patrick who isn’t normally like this. he isn’t a creep. but he couldn’t let this man break your heart. you had no idea what you were doing. men were such pigs the last thing he wanted was for you to get your heart broken by this random chad.

jerk!patrick who texts you again that night. he asks to see you one last time. he sends another one two hours later. and one more thirty minutes after that. he almost could not believe you were ignoring him. he couldn’t place his finger on the reason he was so pressed to get you back but he knew he was going to get you back one way or another

jerk!patrick who follows you back to your apartment. he’s been there quite a few times but can’t seem to remember how to get there in the daylight. once he arrives he makes sure to park far enough down the street that you wouldn’t catch him but close enough he could see when you got back.

jerk!patrick who grabs your wrist as your exiting your car. he yanks around the corner pulling you into the dirty alley between your apartment and the chinese spot next door. “who the fuck is that guy you’re seeing”? he hissed. “i didn’t know you got around like that”

jerk!patrick who didn’t want you to scream so he forced his hand into your mouth. you instantly but down-hard. the feeling didn’t phase him he had already had a few drinks and maybe a line or two he felt nothing but adrenaline at this point. “i’m not trying to hurt you, honey i just want to show you what you’re missing out on” he whispers into your ear as he pulled your shorts down your thighs. “try not to get us caught now”.

jerk!patrick who didn’t care if anyone caught him. he’d let TMZ take as many pictures as they wanted. hell, he’d even let them record if they promised to send it to your little boy toy. he had you pushed up against the cold brick wall one hand on your hips and the other pinching your hardened nipple.

jerk!patrick who finished inside. he didn’t bother asking if you were on the pill and he didn’t care either. his bands newest album had just went platinum he had enough money for an abortion that wasn’t an issue. “you’re gonna walk around with me inside of you. that fucking asshole will never know that i claimed his girl right here in this nasty ass alley”. he was obviously proud of himself.

!! 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘲’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 !!

𝘩𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪!!!! 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪. 𝘪’𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭?𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥..𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 ?

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