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Imagine giving Patrick Bateman a handjob while he's still asleep.
The quiet of the Southampton night presses in around you both, the distant hush of waves against the shore the only sound beyond the soft rustle of sheets. Patrick’s body is a study in gold and shadow under the thin white covers—broad chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths, the sharp cut of his abs catching the low moonlight, that thick bulge beneath his briefs twitching every time your fingers ghost over it.
You keep your promise only as long as you can. The fabric is already damp where the head of his cock has leaked through, warm and slick under your palm. You stroke him slow and steady through the cotton, feeling him thicken, the shaft pulsing against your hand while a low, sleepy groan rumbles in his throat. His hips give the smallest, involuntary roll upward, chasing the friction even in sleep. Pink blooms high on his cheeks. His lashes flutter.
When you finally slip your fingers beneath the waistband and ease the briefs down just enough to free him, the cool air makes him twitch hard in your grip. The head is flushed and shiny, already leaking a steady bead of pre-cum that you smear with your thumb in lazy circles. You lean in and brush the softest kisses along his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth, the hinge of his jaw—feather-light, almost gentle.
“Fuck… baby…” The word is barely a breath, still half-dreaming, but his voice is rough with sleep and need.
His cock jerks in your fist as you tighten your grip and start stroking him properly—slow from base to tip, twisting just under the ridge the way you know he likes. Pre-cum wells again, thicker this time, coating your fingers until the glide is filthy and wet.
He starts to fidget, thighs spreading a little wider, hips lifting in small, restless thrusts. A soft, needy sound escapes him every time your thumb sweeps over the slit. His breathing has gone uneven. You watch the way his perfect abs tighten, the way his cock throbs heavier in your hand, leaking steadily now onto the flat plane of his stomach.
Then his eyes open—dark, glassy, still half-lost—and the second they focus on you the hunger hits him like a wave.
“Christ, look at you,” he rasps, voice wrecked.
One strong hand shoots up, fingers threading into your hair, gripping just tight enough to tilt your face to his. He kisses you like he’s been starving for it—deep, wet, open-mouthed, tongue sliding against yours while his other hand closes over yours on his cock and makes you stroke him harder, faster.
“Don’t stop. Keep going, sweetheart. Just like that. Fuck, your hand feels so good…” He moans into the kiss, shameless, hips rolling up into the tight circle of your fist.
You can feel every pulse, every desperate throb as he gets closer. His free hand finds your wrist and guides your other fingers to his mouth. You slip two past his lips and he sucks them in deep, tongue swirling, eyes locked on yours, cheeks hollowing as he groans around them.
“Gonna come,” he warns against your knuckles, voice cracking. “Gonna come all over myself for you—fuck, baby, don’t stop, keep pumping me—”
His whole body coils. The kiss breaks on a broken, open moan as his cock swells impossibly harder in your fist. Thick ropes of cum pulse out of him, striping those perfect golden abs, some of it catching on the cut of his hip, more of it dripping down onto the sheets. He keeps sucking your fingers through it, trembling, hips stuttering, still thrusting weakly into your slick hand until he is spent and oversensitive.
You don’t give him time to catch his breath. You lean down and lick a long, slow stripe through the mess on his stomach, gathering the warm, salty taste of him on your tongue. When you rise again he is already pulling you in, kissing you deep and lingering, sharing the taste of himself between your mouths.
“Jesus, you’re perfect,” he murmurs against your lips, still panting, still petting your hair like he can’t stop touching you. “My sweet little thing. Going to keep doing this to each other every night for the rest of our lives, aren’t we? Ruin each other just like this… until we can’t walk straight. Promise me.”
He kisses you again, softer this time, but the heat is still there—slow, possessive, full of quiet, filthy promises for every summer night still to come.
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warnings: bada is kinda toxic, mommy, degradation, throat fucking, clit rubbing, impreg, mating press, sweet aftercare
wc: 1,290
nsfw under the cut
you and bada have a rocky relationship at times. her communication skills are far from perfect, and it causes a big rift between the two of you. you break up and get back together just about every couple months like clockwork. she gives you her all but then distances out of nowhere. you always tell yourself and your friends you're done with her, but you just can't let go.
today, you told yourself this is the final straw. after arguing all weekend about nothing in particular, you're drained, sick of the pulling away ad the emotional isolation. so, you coach yourself on how you're gonna break the news to her.
bada gets home a few hours later, exhausted from her dance workshop. you greet her at the door, but your energy this evening was off, she noticed it immediately.
"hey, y/n, what's wrong?" she asks softly, palming the sides of your face. circling her thumbs on the apples of your cheeks.
this was her go-to behavior when she messed up: play coy and act like you didn't watch her go through other women's instagram posts of them in revealing bikinis or her favorite dresses, ones that she never expressed much excitement when you wore them for her. just one instance fucked with you for weeks, her repeating this behavior over and over again chipped away at your self-esteem and contentment.
"bada, you know i can see who you follow on instagram? and you lay there next to me liking other girl's pictures," you don't melt immediately this time, feeling more cemented into your objective.
"pshh, come on, you know they don't mean shit to me."
you shake your head, knowing how big of a lie that is, "then why do i have to keep asking you to stop it? you know how it makes me feel!"
"baby, i told you this before, you're my girl. i'm allowed to look at other women."
"no, i'm breaking u-" bada kisses you, distracting you from this conversation. it's rough, needy. her tongue slips in effortlessly, you did not even try to protest. she knows her effect on you. the way she touches you intimately and you effortlessly melt.
she picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom, eager to rid you of your clothes. the one thing you can't deny about bada is how good she is in bed. how she knows every spot, how to make you cum every time, how effortless she folds and bends you to give her lover the ultimate amount of pleasure. but, you lay there, naked and still not fully swayed.
"bada, we're over for real this time," she finds this unbelievable.
"mhm, yeah, sure, that's what you said how many times now? four? five?"
" i really mean it, i'm not changing my mind."
she finishes undressing, hard as a rock, precum visibly leaking from the tip. "come on, baby, i know you want this dick. take it for mommy, won't you?"
you nod,, not even thinking, "yes mommy."
laying there patiently for her instruction, you feel on edge, endlessly needy.
"writhing around, unable to wait for my touch, huh? pathetic," she mocks.
she straddles you, her glistening tp only a few inches apart from your mouth. without her even asking, your lips part, welcoming her dick. looking up at her, your eyelashes flutter. she goes rough immediately, knowing you can take it. you gag and tear up, her large length hitting the back of your throat.
"awh, what, my poor baby can't take it now? you took it just fine last night, you were begging for me to fuck your throat," she tanalizes you, drawing out the reaction that she so desperately craves. you relax your throat, letting her thrust in and out effortlessly.
"so obedient for me, i can't let this go," she softly speaks, almost whining.
her saying anything besides a few phrases like this feels so good or fuck yes from her during sex? completely unheard of. this almost undetectable vulnerability has never slipped out like this before. it slips out without any hesitation from her, which makes you question if this is a tactic to keep make it stay.
she continues moving her hips repeatedly, not slowing down for even a split second.
"fuck, you're so pretty, mommy loves you," she smiles.
she speeds up gradually, getting closer and closer to hot release.
"gonna paint your throat, y/n, mmh, fuck! swallow my cum like a good girl!" she stops moving, her orgasm stunning her. her cum fills your throat, the hot milky liquid gliding down your throat.
she moves her hand down, rubbing your clit, "baby, you're soaked. just sitting here all horny, waiting for mommy to touch you. so dirty," bada's degradation still sounding so soft to your ears; no matter how much you deny it, you are in love with her. she leans in to kiss you, pulling you back in again.
she puts you into mating press and slides in, feeling the pleasurable warmth of your walls wrap around her cock. "oh god, this pussy was made for me, mmh," she moans into your mouth.
she speeds up fast, desperate to reach her high again and still so, so sensitive. she drives all her favorite sounds out of you. mmh, ngh, oh fuck! fuck me mommy! yes mommy!
"please mommy, let me cum! oh god, i need it!" you yelp, so desperate to cum.
"go ahead baby, i wanna feel you clench down on me so i can fill you up," she utters back, feeling euphoric.
your pussy seizes down on her veiny cock, finally done chasing your orgasm. bada accelerates her hip movements, hitting your most sensitive spongy spot while rubbing your clit. she draws out pleasurable scream after pleasurable scream. "hopefully it isn't too much for you, is it baby?" you shake your head, not wanting her to stop.
"no, no, never! never! can i have more mommy?! i need it to bad!" you wrap your legs around her thighs, feeling a need to be as close as you can to her.
"yes baby, you can."
"you want mommy's cum? squirt for me," bada angles to rub against your most sensitive area, ensuring you have an earth=shattering orgasm.
before long, you let go while she thrusts, so lost in the pleasure you forget to even warn her. the warm, sticky squirt gets all over your lover and soaks the bed.
"good girl! such a good girl!" she purrs affectionately.
she cums inside you, knowing you're too out of it to tell her what to do. her seed floods your womb, and when she pulls out, it slowly flows out of you.
you lay on the bed, hips and legs shaking. bada brings you a bottle of water and some chips to bring back some of your energy. she kisses your forehead. when you finish eating, she bathes you and puts your pajamas on for you, knowing how spent you are.
over the next few weeks, the cycle continues, well until you take the pregnancy test. of course, it is positive. you haven'[t been able to stop thinking about it after bada said "y'all belong to me, forever, no matter what!"
"we?" what does she mean "we" belong to her?
the Positive on the small screen sent shock throughout your body. all you could think about is how you can't do ths alone, so you told bada to come home immediately.
when she arrived, she had a smile on her face and knew exactly what was gonna come out your mouth: "i'm pregnant."
"that's okay, y/n, i'm here. let's stay together and take care of the baby, okay?"
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To all the people saying Trump is a sociopath, or that Musk is a narcissist, or diagnosing the ruling class with any sort of personality disorders:
Fuck you. You are a bioessentialist piece of shit. You are using the tools of fascism by pathologizing bad behaviour. Trump and Musk are not evil because their fucked up, inhuman brain chemistry. They are evil because they benefit from a system of exploration. You are deflecting from the main problem by blaming their actions on an inherent, unchangable characteristic instead of the socioeconomic forces that allow their abuse to happen.
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secretly obsessed and pervert bff bada who had been plotting on reader for the longest time 🏃♀️💨 doesn't matter if it's gp
obsession ˖⚢ .°
warnings: bada top / pleasure dom, "mommy", voyeurism, masturbation, panty sniffing, face sitting, cum eating, squirting, mirror sex, mutual masturbation (kinda), cumming in panties, vibrator, hickeys, fingering, breeding kink, boob/nipple play, overstimulation, missionary, scissoring, ejaculating strap, love confession, hair pulling
word count: 2,712
nsfw under the cut
you and bada lee have been best friends since high school, never wanting to be apart. little did you know that your best friend has had her eyes set on you since then, her feelings growing stronger and stronger. her sexuality was never a secret, but you never expected her to be in love with you. you always dismissed the behavior she exhibited when she felt almost threatened; she would always want to know where you were, and she would hate everyone you went out with.
bada has also been stealing your clothing, taking an item or two every so often out of the laundry basket or your drawer. she’s addicted to the scent of your perfume, imagining you laying in her arms.
it wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two of you to cuddle together while having a sleepover. spending time with you has always been her favorite thing in the world. however, she hated when you talked about your relationships, it filled her with pure jealousy. how could you not notice how much she loves you.
what is a little abnormal about most friendships, however, is how perverted she is when it comes to you. she steals your underwear and sniffs it, watches you shower, touches herself looking at photos and videos of your pretty face. she is completely enamored with you. she cannot help it, it is only worsened by the fact that she believes she cannot have you.
tonight is another one of your hangouts, this time at your apartment. she had spent weeks listening to anything you mentioned liking, whether that be a food spot, a band, or even someone. during all those tmi sessions about intimacy with hookups or past partners she took mental notes, believing that a relationship between you was bound to happen soon. she decided that tonight would be the night for her to make a move on you.
you lay next to each other, finishing up hours of gossipping. you decide to finally change into your pajamas, going into the bathroom. she sneakily follows you, peeking through the slit of vision between the barely open door and the wall. you take off your shirt, dropping it to the floor. bada stares at you hungrily, being careful to not make much noise.
as you finish dressing, bada goes out to the kitchen to get something to drink, trying to calm her nerves. her head fills with thoughts of what-ifs and ways that it can go wrong. what if say the wrong thing? what if she doesn't feel the same and i ruined our friendship? what if she says yes and then changes her mind? she had never had this hard of a time working up the courage to ask any other girl out; but those girls weren't you. in bada's eyes, no girl she ever hooked up with or matched on a dating app could ever measure up to you.
she gets out a can of her favorite soda and pulls the tab, opening it up, and takes a sip. the cool carbonated beverage cooling her down from working herself up.
you walk out of the bathroom, now changed into your favorite nightgown, the sheer panels of fabric cascading down to your ankles. your lack of a bra was obvious, though the absence of panties was not as clear, but bada did spot them abandoned on the floor. once you're out of sight, she steps into the bathroom, locking the door. she sits on the floor and sniffs the crotch area of your panties, the wetness not yet dry. she takes a few breathers before she sticks her hand into her sweatpants, using her index and ring fingers to circle her aroused and engorged clit. she bites her lip to stifle her gasps and moans, feeling overwhelmed.
as she gets closer to her climax, she thrusts up into her own hand, feeling more and more sensitive. she drives the two fingers in between her folds and inside her, curling them to hit the perfect spot. the scent of you is pure ecstasy, filling bada's head with you sitting on her face, her tongue rounding your clit.
plunging in between your lips, and slightly suckling on your labia. the fantasy carries her over the edge, her release spilling out of her and onto her fingers, she takes her hand out and consumes her cum, licking it clean off like icing. bada quickly stands up and pretends she is washing her face, turning the water on and splashing around for a moment. she wipes her hands off with a towel and walks out, pretending like nothing happened.
she joins you in bed, the tv playing a movie, the screen's light illuminating the room. she decides to test the waters a little and nuzzles her head in between your boobs, feeling slightly nervous. you start to feel slightly horny. when you don't flinch, she stays there, resting. "so, anything else you have planned tonight?" bada asks, trying to make a game plan on how to seduce her love interest.
"nothing much, really, i had a long day at work," you respond with a fatigued, almost croaky voice.
"oh, well do you want me to leave?'
"no, stay for at least a little longer, you're my favorite company to keep."
favorite company? really, me? bada thinks, elated at the breadcrumbs you are subconsciously giving her.
after another few hours, the clock chimes 12 am, signaling your bedtime. you don't have to say an awkward "it's getting late" spiel since she gets you, she always has. you two exchange your goodbyes and she leaves your bedroom, wishing you are going to touch yourself tonight like usual.
ecstatic, she peeps through the space between the door and the doorframe and watches you reach for your nightstand, pulling open the bottom drawer and picking up your vibrator. you get into position and pull your panties to the side before you turn it on and focus it on your clit, trying to climax as fast as possible. moans slip out of you one after the other, the sounds muffled.
bada is completely awestruck, feeling dazed by your pussy spread by the vibrator between your lips, turning her on even more. your wetness glistens in the reflection of the screen, emphasizing how turned on you are. having such bad luck in the dating world has made you feral at the slightest touch. you bite your lip, trying not to be too loud. the paper thin walls of your bedroom have caused your neighbors to complain multiple times no matter what you do.
she feels herself getting wet again, her panties covered in her wetness. she shoves her digits back in her pants, rubbing her clit in a tight circle.
you continue diving into your fantasies: being strapped down, being fingered relentlessly until you squirt, your best friend going down on you. you turn up the vibrator to your highest preferred level, so close to cumming. you give free rein to your imagination and delve into more explicit, almost taboo dreams. you start to visualize getting absolutely pounded from behind, bada holding onto your head so you can keep eye contact with your reflection. your back slightly arching, letting her reach the perfect spot. this sends you over the edge; your release quickly spills out of you, causing your legs to shake, and it leaves you breathless. who you just got off to dawned on you, your best friend of all people. of course, you thought you buried it, it had felt off limits to you. she seems so far out of your reach, like she could never be infatuated with you. unbeknownst to you, she has just climaxed at the same time as you.
she accidentally kicks the door open with her knee; the door now wide open. she shields her face out of embarrassment. "i'm so sorry, y/n, i was just coming back because i left my phone charger in your room," bada lies.
"oh no, it's okay, i swear. i'm sorry. it should be, um, plugged in still," you're very frazzled and feeling insecure. she has seen you nude before once or twice, but nothing to this extent. you apologize over and over, trying to mask how much you think you just fucked up.
bada grabs her charger and takes another look at your blushed face, noticing your want to curl up in a ball and forget everything. but, in bada's mind, all she can think about is how much she wants to make you feel good, how much she wants to fuck you.
she makes a move on you, her soft plump lips landing on yours, her lip butter smearing slightly around you two's mouths. you lean into her kiss, feeling her palms rest on the sides of your face. this is a dream come true, pure ecstacy floating in the air betwixt the lovers. the kiss deepens; she slides her hand to your nightgown, pulling it down enough to unveil your breasts.
"can mommy suck on your nipples, hm? you need mommy?" she asks quietly, almost feeling like a taunt. you nod, feeling needy.
she somehow knows what makes you unravel, not like she's kept track of everything you've ever mentioned doing with other women.
she kisses down your neck, leaving hickeys all over, letting everyone know who you belong to. "my girl, you're my girl." her words make you smile, it has been such a long time since you have gotten any, especially close, loving sex.
when she reaches your boobs, she kisses all over, planting marks of her makeup around your chest, decorating it. you are overwhelmed with sybaritism and happiness, your daydreams while you fuck yourself finally coming true after all these years. she envelops her mouth around one of your nipples, lightly suckling. a wave of pleasure rips through you with every sip of your areola. you let out quiet moans right in front of her ear. she works harder, now swirling her tongue on it, and groping your other breast. bada looks up at you as she does it, wanting to connect with you in every way possible. she moves on to the other nipple while she runs her hand under your nightgown, feeling how soaked you got through your lingerie.
her fingers move under them to slither to your hole. she inserts one finger, pumping slowly. once you are acclimated, she slips a second in, curling them to hit that perfect spot. mmh, nngh, oh fuck! slips out from your lips, the sensualism unmeasurable. nobody has ever made you feel this good.
"you like when mommy fingers your pussy, huh? gonna try to squirt for me? be a good girl and squirt all over my fingers," bada speaks softly into your ear.
you throw your head back in bliss, your legs shaking. her other hand comes down to circle your clit. before you know it, you're close.
"can i cum, mommy? please!" you whine.
"yes, baby, you can. let it all out," she coaxes, continuing to finger you.
she feels the gushing of squirt spurting out. "good girl," she coos, "such a good girl."
as you come down from your high, she tosses your underwear on the floor. she undresses herself completely before helping you shed your nightgown. she sits you on her face, letting you grind. she licks and sucks to her heart's content while you let one moan after the other slip out of you. "thank you mommy, thank you for eating my pussy," you say as you look down into her eyes. you whine from the overstimulation, having just came twice in the last half hour.
she keeps going, knowing you're already building up to your next climax. she palms your ass, adjusting you so you're also sitting on her nose, adding more pleasure to the experience. as you let go for the third time that night, bada laps it all up. as soon as you finish, you get up and lay on the bed. she is not done with you, though.
she gets you into position for scissoring, grinding your pussies on each other's. the sensitivity is at an all-time high. "mmh, fuck, your pussy feels so good. trying to make mommy cum?" she asks, her voice soft and almost hushed.
the two of you are so desperate, chasing a release.
"fuck, you're so good at making mommy's pussy so wet, you hear that?"
she is quiet for a moment and wetness from you two is loud, evidence of your lust and love for one another.
you get on top of her, riding back and forth as you hold her leg, still needing to be satiated. keeping eye contact the whole time, you lean in for a kiss, letting the two tongues dance with emotion.
she changes your placement for you so both of your clits are rubbing on each other. you squirm from the stimulation, becoming almost too much.
"mommy, can't take it no more, 'm gonna cum again!" you squeal.
"come on, y/n, cum with mommy," she coaxes your orgasm out of you.
as you cum together, she moves for you, making your legs shake even more. you lay on the bed tired, but still needing more. she sits up on the bed, still coming down from her high.
"where is the strap, sweet girl, hm? i know you keep one in here," bada asks, eager to fuck you hard.
you point to your underwear drawer. she gets up and walks over to it, pulling it out and putting it on her. she gets onto the bed, straddling in between your legs.
"say you want mommy to fuck you with her strap, say it," bada orders.
"please mommy, fuck me with your strap!" you plead. in response, she slips the strap in, putting it in slowly until it reaches the hilt. she pounds you roughly.
she's so pretty, need her, bada thinks. i love her so much. she stares lovingly as you look back at her, screaming in enjoyment.
"yeah, let everyone hear who you belong to," she orders, riding the high of how much you are enjoying this. she rubs your clit slowly to make you want more.
she folds your legs, your thighs resting on your torso and are being held by your hands.
"fuck, you want me to fill your pussy, huh? want mommy to get you pregnant? you need me to breed you!?"
"yes, mommy, yes! please! fill my pussy!" you yelp, desperate to be filled up.
you fuck back into her, meeting her movements. you lock eyes, she stares with such love and admiration. she's so pretty, i love her, she thinks.
"i love you, so so much y/n, mmh, fuck!" bada confesses.
this fills you with so much joy, knowing she feels the same about you. her thrusts get more erratic, desperate for you to finish.
"i love you too bada!" you squeeze out in between moans and screams.
she changes the angle slightly, hitting your g-spot, before she gets you on all fours in front of your floor-length mirror.
"my good girl looks so pretty like this, so desperate for mommy," bada says into your ear.
you lock eyes with your reflection, watching yourself getting fucked like you've always wanted. she holds on to your hair and holds your head up.
"faster, mommy, faster!" you whine.
she responds immediately, going as fast as she can to drive you over the edge.
as soon as she feels your squirt spilling out, her strap lets go as well and ejaculates, filling your pussy.
"you look so good like this, fuck. need to take a picture to save it," she takes out her phone from her shorts thrown on the floor and takes a photo, capturing the memory.
she helps you lay on the bed, feeling so, so good but so, so tired. she plants a kiss on your forehead. "i love you so much, i really do y/n."
"i love you too."
after you've rested for a few minutes, she runs you a bubble bath, helping you recuperate and wind down for bed. you two end the night with cuddling and a new relationship with the love of your life.
