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takeachillpillshawty · 22 days

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Overblot Abnormalis

By take_a_chill_pill_shawty

Deuce contemplated the offer. These past few months had been stressful with this whole virus going down. A pool party at Scarabia does sound nice… but then again, it's safer to stay in the dorm. By the time Deuce finally decided it was already late in the evening, he could hear some students walking by his room talking about the pool party. I guess he wasn't the only one deciding to go.

He looked through his wardrobe and found some swimming trunks and a beach ball Cater gifted him. He got changed and threw a towel over his shoulder, walking out his room. The hallway had a few students who were also ready to head over to Scarabia to have a blast. Everyone gathered around Trey and Riddle as they gave an announcement, Riddle stood in front gathering everyone's attention “I've been informed that Kalim is throwing a pool party, as much as I want to forbid you all from going…”

He let out a sigh as he held the bridge of his nose, “It's also important for your mental health to socialize with your fellow friends and peers in recreation activities. Those who want to go have my permission as Housewarden, I'll be staying behind with Trey at the dorm. You are all to come back before curfew. Punishments will be handed out if you fail to do so.” Everyone listened as if Riddle was explaining the terms and conditions in a contract. After he gave the okay, different students rushed out of the dorm with Riddle, shouting for them not to run in the hallway.

Once in the hall of mirrors, people from different dorms lined headed to Scarabia. Deuce saw a few familiar faces around, but the last person he expected to see was Sebek of all people. He was with Silver, of course, but no Lilia or Malleus in sight. They were both in swimming trunks, Sebek having an alligator design on his trunks with Silver having blue birds on his. Deuce decided to walk up to them to start a little conversation. “Sebek? Silver? Are you guys going to Scarabia as well?” Sebek didn't even have to spare a glance to scoff at Deuce’s words.

“If you must know, Master Lilia has asked us both to partake in this recreational activity. I personally wanted to stay behind and watch over my Liege, but I can not defy his orders.” Silver raised an eyebrow at that, “You had a choice, you know. Just because father suggested the idea doesn't mean you have to accept it.” Sebek grew frustrated at Silver's remark, with a huff he headed towards Scarabia. Deuce looked back at Silver as he could only shake his head, knowing Sebek may embarrass him later on. “So, what brings you to the pool party then, Silver? We can't have you sleeping in the water, you know.”

Silver could only crack a slight smile at Deuce's words, “Don't fret. I'm only going to stay near the pool ....besides, I'm also here to check on Kalim. He hasn't been looking well lately, well… Everyone has been taking it hard, but it hurts to see him like this…” Silver wasn't wrong, Kalim did look tired last he saw him, this quarantine must have taken a toll on him as well. “That's really nice of you, Silver. I'm sure Kalim would appreciate the check-up.” Silver nodded in agreement as he made his way over to the dorm as his silhouette drowned with the crowd heading in. Deuce followed after as he squeezed his way through. It was worth it in the end, because inside was wild.

Music was blaring, shouts and screams of excitement were prominent as a large pool held many students. Deuce felt slightly intimidated by this. It felt so…overwhelming. He went over to the pool section of the party. It was crowded, but Deuce managed to find a spot where a few students were chilling. He slowly got into the water. It was cold at first, but it started to cool him down. He really did need this.

Deuce’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt a sudden splash hit, jolting him up. He was about to shout at the asshole who did that, but the words were stuck in his throat when he realized who it was, It was Jack! “Jack?! Dude! You almost scared the shit out of me…” Deuce wasn't mad. In fact, he was happy to see him again, after what happened to him.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Didn't know you were coming.” Deuce chuckled as he gave Jack a playful punch, “I could say the same thing to you! I thought you straight up died. What happened, man?” Jack could only scratch the back of his neck as he thought of a way to explain what went down. “I had to go to the infirmary after what happened to my ear and eye.” he gestured to his clipped left ear, or what's left of it.“ The medic said it was the only way to stop the virus from spreading. He said I was lucky I made it to him before it got worse.” Deuce felt his heart sink for a minute.

Jack's left ear was practically gone, just a tiny little stub that would often twitch or turn, and his left eye was covered with an eye patch.

A rack of guilt coursed through his mind, Jack had gotten injured trying to save him from an infected student some months ago, resulting in him getting a piece of his left ear bitten off and his left eye severely damaged. Jack brought him back to reality with a pat on his back, “Hey. Now isn't the time for that, what happened, happened. I don't hold anything against you, so don't beat yourself up about it. The important thing to know is that we're ok.” Deuce felt great relief from Jack's words. He's right… he's ok, and that's all that matters.

“So, you came here with Leona or Ruggie?” Deuce thought it best to change the subject for right now, Jack shook his head as he answered. “Leona is back at the dorm, and Ruggie stayed behind to help, but I saw Epel around here a while ago.” Deuce didn’t know why, but knowing Epel is here brought him relief as well, “Really? That's great! Sebek and Silver should be around here somewhere as well. I saw them coming in here before I lost sight of them.” Jack paused for a second, “Sebek is here?” He said rather excited…too excited.

Deuce chuckled a bit, “yeah he is. Why? Are you worried about him?” Jack shot Deuce a glare before slightly pouting, “Yes. I'm worried about everyone you know, not just Sebek. Besides, he's a strong guy… he could handle himself.” he let out a huff as his tail swayed slightly. “ Whatever, I'm going to go look for him. See you around Deuce.” Jack made his way out of the pool, shaking off the water on his body, at the expense of other people around him getting wet.

It was just deuce now. He stayed in the pool, looking around. Everyone was still having a blast, all except him. It felt dull despite the hype party goers. He didn't want to head in early, but it felt like nothing was really there for him to enjoy. Sure, he had other friends, but they had other things to do, Deuce just decided to stick around to see if anything would happen. He'd walk around Scarabia’s dormitory for a few minutes until he passed a room. He heard someone speaking, almost a whisper. Deuce pressed his ears against the door to get a better understanding of what's being said.

“Jamil…come on, you have to eat. I had some of the students help me with it…please?” Deuce stepped back. It was faint, but he knew it was Kalim in there with Jamil. He was about to turn away until he heard something else. “ I'm sorry, I know it's my fault…but I'll fix it, I swear. You just need to get better, that's all..” it hurt to hear Kalim like this, the way his voice trembled and quiver with each syllable. Whatever happened to Jamil must be racking his nerves.

Deuce fully backed away as he heard footsteps approaching the door. Luckily, there was a turn at the end of the hall, so he booked it before Kalim could find him. Deuce stopped for a few minutes when he realized he had made good distance. He caught his breath for a bit. He should really stop eavesdropping before he knows something he shouldn't. He walked back to the party, it was getting later than he expected. The sky was already in its nightly hue as some students got ready to leave before curfew. Those who stayed back were more chill, Deuce noticed that some third years snuck in some booze getting wasted.

From the looks of it, Jack, Silver, and Sebek probably left by now. That's when he remembered that Epel was also here. He left, right? Vil would give him an earful and then some if he didn't come back before curfew. To Deuce’s surprise, Epel was with a few third years arm wrestling and having a good time. It was 7:55pm, it was 5 more minutes to curfew, and Deuce quickly made it to Epel as someone passed him a drink, “Epel! Hey, it's almost curfew, I think we should get going - is that alcohol?” One of the third years came up to Deuce and whispered “Nah, it's just a watered-down energy drink. We only made him believe it's alcohol so he could shut up.” He nodded as he walked over to Epel. “Epel, come on, it's getting late. If Vil is anything like Riddle, you won't hear the end of it from him.”

Epel only groaned as he turned to Deuce. He must have tired himself out during the party. “Just, a few more minutes.” Deuce would roll his eyes as even some of the third years told Epel to get back to his dorm. “Seriously man, we need to go.” It was no use in fighting, Epel was exhausted but stubborn. That's when Deuce thought of something, “Does the wittle baby need uppy?” As if clockwork, Epel springed up in embarrassment as some of the students who heard started to giggle.

Epel reluctantly grabbed his things, getting ready to leave, not wanting to stay behind after Deuce just embarrassed him like that. “Let's go. Now. ” Deuce could only chuckle as he went to get his things as well. The walk was silent as the murmurs of other students heading in were buzzing about. Deuce was about to break the silence between them until a piercing scream ripped through the hall of mirrors. Everyone froze as the scream turned to gargles of desperation. Students from Scarabia came running out like a stampede. Some were screaming for everyone to get to safety, and others were carrying their fellow students who were gravely injured.

The room was in a panic with everyone crowding the place. Some were being pushed or shoved to the ground, getting hurt in the process. Out of instinct, Deuce held onto Epel so he wouldn't separate from him. More screams ringed out as whatever was doing this got closer and soon entered the hall of mirrors.

Deuce quickly carried Epel to Heartslabyul to seek refuge as students were pushing and panicking. It was getting impossible to move as students because more erratic, Epel held onto Deuce for dear life as his face was stricken with fear and panic, his breathing getting heavier. Deuce was almost there. He just needed to get a little closer. A hand quickly pulled the both of them to safety. Before they could register what happened, they were pulled into a classroom with all the lights off. Epel nor Deuce could see who this person was or who they were, but right now, they needed to be as quiet as possible.

The stranger made a shushing sound as they realized that outside had become quiet, the yelling and roughhousing from students were gone, only the buzzing of the fluorescent lights outside the classroom could be heard.

Thump

A thumping sound was heard as it echoed throughout the now quiet halls. The thumping turned to full-blown running as whatever was out there was looking for something, but it wasn’t running…it sounded more like an animal scaling a wall. The walking pattern of this creature was clear now. It was scaling the walls and ceiling of the corridors in a sickening scuttling sound akin to that of an insect.

Its heavy breathing is more like a soft hiss as it tries to hunt for any remaining survivors. Deuce and Epel were still, maybe it was fear that overtook them or their minds trying to process the horrors that await outside the comfort of their classroom if they were to make a peep. A loud bang shook them to their core, and a student was banging on the classroom door begging for help. “PLEASE! LET ME IN! I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE! OPEN THE DOOR!” Deuce was about to unlock the door, but the stranger caught his wrist. From what little light they were getting in, Deuce could see the stranger's head shaking ‘no.’

The pleas turned into hysterical sobbing as the student desperately begged and pleaded to be let in, choking on their own saliva as they croaked out for help. Epel covered his ears to block out the screaming, as Deuce looked through the crack of the door. He could see that the student was a person who attended the party. His arm was bent in different directions with a slight purple hue to it as it swells. His left leg was shredded. Whatever did that to him was planning to rip his leg off, a pool of blood was pouring out from his exposed muscles and veins and bone.

Deuce’s heart sank as his face drained of colour. That's when the scuttling returned. A screech was bellowed by the creature as it made its way to the student. “PLEASE! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!” Deuce let his morbid curiosity get the best of him as he looked back through the crack of the door as he finally saw it. The creature was scaling the wall, its body was deformed beyond recognition, its lower body resembles that of a caterpillar. But instead of small tiny legs, it was arms to grab or hold onto anything with ease.

Extra arms were also on the torso, but they were backwards. This confused Deuce until he saw why… the student noticed the creature getting closer as it lowered itself to the floor twisted, snapping and repositioning its bones as the creature crawled on its back with its head twisting the opposite direction to see. The student froze in fear…or maybe accepting fate, before Deuce could process this, the creature lunged at the student.

It coiled itself around them, as its individual hand broke and tore off a limb from the student, like a spider making its Web, each arm played a part in ripping this poor student alive. Deuce got a good look at this thing and realized it had four faces, and each arm was feeding each individual face. One at the back, one at the front, and one on each side.

The thing cracked its head at the door, looking as if locking eyes on Deuce.

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dirtywrestling · 1 month

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You Belong to Me - Pat McAfee (18+)

Commission: @chaoticbiguy

Pairing: Pat McAfee x Jeremy

Summary: Pat’s friends are being a little too friendly towards Jeremy and Pat has to remind Jeremy who he belongs to.

Warnings: 18+, Jealous!Pat, Smut, Daddy!Kink, light choking, Minors DNI

Word Count: 3,228

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The night was still young, Smackdown just ended and everyone was still awake from the adrenaline. With Smackdown taking place in Florida, a lot of Pat’s old football friends were visiting due to training and decided to go to the show.

Standing in the parking lot, Pat shoved our luggage into the back of the black SUV. “Come on, Pat. It’s only nine, the night is still early. We can hit up the club like old times.” Eric smiled. “I’m sure Jeremy here doesn’t want to sit around in the hotel room being bored with boring old you.” He teased me.

I couldn’t help but to crack a smile as Eric wiggled his eyebrows towards me. I couldn’t tell if he was just doing that to tease Pat or if he was doing it to flirt. Hearing Pat sigh heavily behind me, along with shutting the trunk. “I don’t know guys.”

“Awe.” The group of friends groaned. “You’re no fun.”

“Old man.”

“Grandpa.” They all teasingly threw insults his way.

“Hey, hey.” I interrupted looking at his friends who all seemed to quickly stop. “It’s not his fault he can’t keep up with the cool kids.” I turned, smirking at Pat as his friends hollered and laughed.

The music was loud in the club as everyone around was dancing, more so grinding up against each other to the beat of the song blaring through the speakers. Sitting at the bar with Pat I had a sweet tangy orange drink in front of me while he had a glass of beer nearly halfway gone in front of him. Watching the crowd, I swayed myself to the music, absorbing the high positive energy around us. Picking up the glass and bringing it to my lips I took one large gulp, finishing the drink, placing it back down and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I grabbed Pat’s arm.

“Can we go dance, please?” I begged.

“Not now, Jermey.” He grumbled loud enough for me to hear. Pat stared at his drink tiredly and looked slightly annoyed.

“Fine.” I huffed, staying in my seat I frowned to see Pat’s friends that begged us to come out dancing and having a fun time. The lights shining and bouncing off the wall onto the dance floor. Seeing the quarterback, Sam walk up, I smiled at him.

“Why aren’t you two dancing?” He asked, eyebrows arched. Sweat rolled down the side of his forehead, probably from dancing too long and with the heat rising from everyones body.

“Party pooper here doesn’t want to dance.” I said with an eye roll.

“Doesn’t mean you have to sit here in his sorrows. Come on.” Sam grabbed my hand, pulling me off of the stool and towards the dance floor. Biting my lip, trying to hide my smile I didn’t look twice, not even once at Pat as he became angry that his football friend dragged me away.

“Don’t let him get you down, Jeremy” Sam said as we both were in the middle of the dance floor. “Just because he didn’t want to come out doesn’t mean you have to be stuck in the hotel room too.” Sam placed his hands on my waist with a sly smirk. My face heated up and not because of dancing around in a large group either. “You’re pretty fun to hang out with, you know that?"

It’s been a long while since someone appreciated my fun atmosphere and that it felt nice to be complimented too. “You’re fun to hang out with too, Sam.” I smiled as we danced together to an upbeat song. Moving together, I didn’t realize that we were becoming closer. It was as if all my cares in the world instantly left my body as the alcohol consumed my mind, as if my feet had a mind of their own and danced for me.

“You know, I would like to hang out with you like this more often.” I didn’t realize it as my head was swimming, Sam’s arm now wrapped around my waist. Our crotches brushed up against each other as we swayed to the music.

“That would be fun-” Feeling a strong grip on my shoulder I was pulled away from Sam and pulled into a broader chest.

“Stay the fuck away from him, Sam.” Pat snarled his eyes dark under the neon lights.

“Woah.” Sam scoffed with a smirk on his lips, knowing he hit a nerve upon his friend. “I was just showing Jeremy here a fun time.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows towards Pat with a larger smirk on his lips. So it appeared Sam was flirting.

The hotel door slammed shut, I flinched slightly as it echoed throughout the room. “You know, people are trying to sleep on this floor.” I slurred, whatever was in the drink was hitting me pretty hard and fast.

Pat spun around, eyes dark and wide. “After that fucking stunt this that’s what you have to say. ‘People are trying to sleep’.” He mocks me. “Don’t act all innocent, you knew exactly what you were doing back there-”

“And what was that? Trying to have fun when my boyfriend won’t even take me out of the hotel room for a night.” I spat. “Maybe they’re right, you are getting old.”

A spark flared in Pat’s dark eyes and he started to stalk towards me. “I’m so tired of people saying that.” He snarled. “You know what they say about us older guys?” He grabbed my wrist in a harsh manner making me swallow hard. “We have the most experience.” With that he tossed me towards the bed, making me land on my back as he took off his shirt in a swift movement, walking towards me.

Sitting up, I crawled backwards, backing away as Pat got onto the bed, making the mattress dip with the extra weight. “Get off.” I snarled as I tried to push him off.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To have a fun boyfriend.” Pat gripped the hem of my shirt, tugging it off my body. “Well this sounds fun, you’re going to take my cock tonight and I’m going to pump you with so much come.” Pat rubbed himself through his pants. “And by the looks of it, you’re liking the sound of that.” Both of our eyes casted down to my hardening cock that grew while I tried to push him off.

Pat pulled away, tugging off his jeans and boxers along with mine, pulling and tossing pants and briefs onto the floor. “Fuck, just look at you.” Pat grabbed his growing cock and slowly started to stroke himself. “All spread out just for me.” His voice husky with lust.

Blushing as Pat jerked himself at the sight of me I grabbed my own pulsing cock to please my own pleasure. “Did I say you can touch yourself?” Pat snarled.

“N- No.” I whimpered, my lips pouty knowing I shouldn’t be touching myself when Pat is in this type of mood.

“Then why are you doing it?” He swatted my hand away from my dick. “Brats don’t get to have pleasure.”

A soft whimper left my throat as Pat brough two of his fingers to his mouth, wrapping his lips around the two he swirled his tongue, lubing them with his saliva. “Now, I want you to be a good boy and let me hear your moans and whines.” He spoke as he leaned over me, pressing the tip of his two fingers against my hole.

I gasped loudly, buckling my hips, trying to push my ass into his touch. Pat’s free hand roughly landed on my ass making me yelp loudly. “Don’t move.” He demanded. “I’m in control of how much you take my fingers, understand?”

“Y- Yes, yes I understand.” I whined, tossing my head back. ‘Why in the hell couldn’t I keep my mouth shut and be a good little bitch to get what I wanted tonight?’ I tend to ask myself that quite a lot but seeing Pat in one of his moods like these got him going and the sex was just ten times better.

“I don’t think you do, because you keep pushing your hips closer towards my fingers.” Another harsh spank settled on my ass cheek making me yelp loudly.

“F- Fuck! I’m sorry!” I sobbed, my erection resting up against my stomach, begging to be touched. My tip was nearly a reddish purple color. “I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just please.” I breathed out heavily trying my best not to jerk my hips towards his direction for his dripping fingers to enter me.

“You make me so fucking hard when you beg.” Pat chuckled, his two digits pressing against my hole, slowly entering.

My head tossed back against the pillow, the burning, pleasurable feeling mixed together that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to beg him to stop or keep going. His movements made my head spin, his two long index fingers slowly pulled out only to be sucked back into my tight muscle.

“Hmm, you’re so tight.” Pat chuckled heavily, noticing how my ass pulled his fingers right back in. “Can’t wait for my cock to be in your tight ass.”

“Then- Then please just give me your cock, please!” I whined, gripping the sheets so harshly that my knuckles turned white. I was now forcing my hands to stay pinned against the surface so they wouldn’t wander over my body, mostly to my cock. My chest raised and fell as I tried to control my breathing. My vision slightly blurred as the tension became too much.

Pat snickered as he watched my struggle against his touch. “Relax, focus on my fingers, Jermey.” He hummed, thrusting ever so slowly, in and out, in and out. “Good boy.” He praised as soft moans escaped from my mouth. Pat’s blue eyes traced over my shaking body, he loved getting a reaction out of me even if he was doing the littlest thing.

“Fuck, feels so good.” Moans spewed out of my lips as I looked down, watching Pat admire how I took his fingers. My cock throbbed at the sight. My eyes slowly closed as I tilted my head back. This was torture but also pleasurable at the same time.

“My cock, please touch my cock.” I begged, nearly reaching for my own dick to stroke it. My balls instantly grew heavier, begging to be emptied.

“No, you’ll wait until I tell you to.” Pat’s voice oozed with dominance. I nodded my head but a small whimper escaped.

Pat’s fingers slowly pulled out all the way, dripping with my spunk along with his saliva. “You’re clenching so tightly around me.” Pat hummed, bringing his digits to his mouth he wrapped his lips around his fingers again, suckling off my taste. A low moan escaped Pat’s throat as he pulled his clean fingers out from his mouth. “As much as I want to taste more of you, I need my cock in you.”

I let out a shaky breath as Pat walked away and towards his bag, pulling out a bottle of lube. Opening the bottle, he squeezed the thick liquid into his hand. Stroking his cock, he smeared the lube on his growing erection. Soft groans left Pat’s throat as his hips buckled into his own touch.

“You’re so fucking sexy all sprawled out, waiting so patiently.” Pat’s hand gripping around his cock, stroking up and down at a steady pace so he wouldn’t reach the edge. Squelching sounds echoed throughout the room as Pat’s hand picked up the pace.

“Please, give me your cock!” I begged, my hand reaching for my aching cock, about to touch myself.

“You touch yourself and I won’t let you come.” Pat snarled, walking towards the end of the bed. He gripped my ankles, pulling me closer towards him. “You’re going to be a good little slut for daddy while I pump you full of come.”

Pat poured more lube upon his already slippery hand, rubbing his lubed fingers upon my fucked hole. Jerking my hips upon his touch, Pat gripping my waist during the motion. “Such an eager little slut.” Pat snickered, the tip of his cock teasing my hole.

“Yes daddy, I’m such a little slut for you.” I whimpered, buckling my hips against his hands that were still gripping my waist.

“Easy, little slut.” Pat purred, his cock slowly slipping inside of me. “Still need you to get used to my cock.” Pat looked down at me, his lips forming into a smirk as his nails dug into my flesh and slammed his hips against me, forcing all of his cock deeply into my tight ass.

A loud whine left my lips as his large cock stretched and stuffed me full at a fast pace. “GOD, fuck!” My sob overpowered Pat’s laugh as he watched me struggle slightly to the discomfort.

“Can’t handle daddy’s cock, Jeremy?” Pat slowly pulled his thickness out and pushed back in at a fast pace.

“I can- I can handle it, fuck-” I shakily moaned, my cock pulsing with need. “I can handle your cock daddy, please more, give me more.” I begged.

Pat seemed to like my pleading words as he let out a low grunt, his hand finally wrapping around my aching cock. “Holy shit.” My head tilted back into the pillow as I gripped the blankets and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. “Yes, yes, yes. Pat, keep fucking me.” I cried out, nearly tears forming in the corner of my eyes from the intensity. My hips buckled against Pat’s touch as his cock was fully in me.

“God, you’re such a needy bitch.” Pat groaned, pulling out and pushing back in. Pat started a perfect rhythm, his cock steady along with his hand pumping my cock.

“You’re going to make me come.” I gasped as the tip of his cock ram into my g-spot along with gripping the base of my dick to force back my building orgasm.

“You’ll come when I tell you to, whore.” Pat’s thrusting became rough, he pulled my waist closer to him as he was nearly hanging off the bed, my legs over his shoulders as his arm wrapped around my waist with his hand gripping my cock. “You’re ass is so tight, fuck.” Pat snarled as wet skin against skin echoed throughout the four wall bedroom.

Beads of sweat formed upon Pat’s forehead as he gritted his teeth with each pump. “That’s it, who’s making you feel this good?” Pat’s grip around my cock tightened a little more along with the pace.

My eyes fluttered shut as my head became dizzy with the high I was feeling. Feeling his pace slow down upon my member he rammed his cock harder inside of me, wanting an answer. “Y- You! You’re making me feel this good, you are Pat.”

Pat kept jerking my cock along with the rhythm of his thrusts upon me. My hands gripped the bed sheets as I forced my orgasm back, waiting until Pat ‘okay’ for me to come. “Would a old man fuck you like this?” Pat’s thrusts snapped quickly against my ass making my muscles tighten around his thick cock. Pat leaned down, nearly folding me in half as his free hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed tightly.

“N- No.” I choked out. “No one could fuck me like you.” I wheezed. The lack of oxygen not filling my lungs and the way Pat’s cock kept fucking in and out of my tightness nearly had me on cloud nine as my vision blurred and air leaving my lungs. It nearly made me pass out until I gasped loudly for air as his hand left my throat.

“Come Jeremy, come with me.” Pat snarled, gritting his teeth as his thrusting became sloppier than before, the bed frame forced itself up against the wall from Pat’s harsh movements. His wet hand stroked up and down my length making my ball clench and tighten.

As his words hit my ears my body listened. Spew of hot come erupted from the tip of my cock, spraying my lower stomach and Pat’s hand. “Pat, oh fuck, yes.” My body buzzed from the aftermath of my orgasm. Pat’s thrusting never slowed down a second as his orgasm reached him as well. Loud moans left my lips as his thick come squirted inside of me.

“Shit, Jeremy, fuck, good boy, god damn you’re such a good boy for daddy.” He moaned, buckling his hips in a sloppy pace as he rode out his orgasm. Small droplets of come forced their way out of my tip as Pat’s movements were overriding my body. My cock slowly became soft and sensitive, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath.

Pat stood up, his hands upon my thighs as he watched his cock slowly pull from my ass, his come spilling out of my fucked hole. “Fuck.” He groaned. “That’s such a beautiful sight to see.” He hummed, placing the tip of his finger against my ass. I jerked at the feeling as he scooped his come from my dripping hole and brought his oozing finger to his mouth, suckling his juices off clean.

Pat collapsed on the bed, exhaling as he did so. I rolled over, facing him with a large smile on my face. “Sorry if I was too rough.” Pat cleared his throat.

“Too rough?” I questioned with an arched eyebrow. Sure, Pat had a wild side and sometimes forgets if he’s going too hard while he’s balls deep inside of me. “Why would you apologize?”

“I just wanted to prove that I’m not old.” He mumbled with embarrassment in his tone of voice.

“Is this because of your friends teasing you earlier tonight?” I sat up, resting on my elbows. Pat’s eyes focused somewhere else in the room. “Oh Pat.” I sighed, placing my hand on his cheek I pulled his face towards me. His eyes met mine. “You know what they say about older men?” I smirked as he shook his head ‘no’. “They have more experience.” I whispered, repeating what he said earlier.

“Oh you dirty little boy.” He grumbled, moving closer his lips met mine.

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mickgaydolenz · 2 years

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Heres my dream (even though I am still recovering from the lost Elton john concert (also this is an old dream cus I can't remember my dream last night) )

I was on the beach in my swim trunks just enjoying myself, pretty sure I was tanning or something because I wasn't swimming (water too scary for my enjoyment) and a lady came up to me and told me that I'd get an awkward tan line with my swim trunks so I told her I didn't own bikini bottoms and she just rolled her eyes and spit her gum out on me which was fcking disgusting and I had to go throw it away. then I saw a little girl at the shower areas and every time she got her hair in the water it went green (she was a brunette) and I remember not thinking anything of that except "oh cool I wish I learned to do that" and then I went back to my little blanket (I was alone?) and sat back down and started singing RainMaker but only the part that goes "rainmaker says..." then I just trail off and say it over and over again. then fcking OLD man Mike came and sat with me, he even had his silly black sunglasses he wore all the time. and when he sat down he looked at me and asked me why my shorts were pink, like he said "why're your swimming trunks all pink and stuff" and I told him I got them from old navy and the only pair of swimtrunks they had for women were only pink and he told me I should've gotten some from the men's aisle then and I told him I didn't have time. then he gestured wildly to his swim trunks and said "I have nine pairs of the same swim trunks, you fckin nerd" ????? then he had a waterbottle and just took really really intense swigs of in and then threw it at a guy that walked by. -_-. then he asked me if I wanted to swim and I told him no and he did that teenager thingy like "uuuhhhggg" or whatever then he went swimming and I don't know how but he had one of those fake shark fins and he was scaring everyone and whenever he would he'd go "HA Raya did you see that?? >:)" and I kept trying to hide my face with a magazine which was actually working because nobody knew of this raya he spoke of then he went "RAYA IN THE PINK SHORTS DID YOU SEE THAT" and I literally packed up and went to my car and waited for him (honestly I don't know why I didn't just leave) and I waited there ALL DAY and then the sun was down and Mike came into the car all laughing and went "some first day first date first day!" what does that mean???? then he started driving and I woke up (thank GOD)

BROOOOOOOOO HDSHSHSHHSSHVAGAGAGAGAGAAAAA!!!??!?!??!??! DREAM MIKE IS A MENACE AHHSHSHSAGAGGAGA!!!!!! WHY IS HE ALWAYS LIKE THAT TO YOU!?!?!?!??? (fuck i’m dying after reading that, i laughed so hard i gave myself acid reflux 😂). fucking what right does a goofy ass old man who scares people with a fake shark fin have to judge you on pink swim trunks!?!?

#old man chapstick in your dreams is just……wow the worst 😂#also gross can’t believe some lady spit gum on you 😔#raya’s dreams :)#rhubarb asks

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You Belong to Me - Pat McAfee (18+)

Pat Mcafee x Jeremy

Commission: @chaoticbiguy

Summary: Pat’s friends are being a little too friendly towards Jeremy and Pat has to remind Jeremy who he belongs to.

Warnings: 18+, Male x Male, Jealous!Pat, Smut, Daddy!Kink, light choking.

Word Count: 3,228

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“Awe.” The group of friends groaned. “You’re no fun.”

“Old man.”

“Grandpa.” They all teasingly threw insults his way.

Pat exhaled through his nostrils as he stared down at me. I couldn’t help but to bite the inside of my cheek yet maintain the smirk on my lips. Maybe I pushed a little too far? “Fine.” His eyes hardened as he moved his gaze from me towards his friends. “I’ll show you guys I can still kick it.”

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"Can we go dance, please?" I begged.

"Not now, Jermey." He grumbled loud enough for me to hear. Pat stared at his drink tiredly and looked slightly annoyed.

"Fine." I huffed, staying in my seat I frowned to see Pat's friends that begged us to come out dancing and having a fun time. The lights shining and bouncing off the wall onto the dance floor. Seeing the quarterback, Sam walk up, I smiled at him.

"Why aren't you two dancing?" He asked, eyebrows arched. Sweat rolled down the side of his forehead, probably from dancing too long and with the heat rising from everyones body.

"Party pooper here doesn't want to dance." I said with an eye roll.

"Doesn't mean you have to sit here in his sorrows. Come on." Sam grabbed my hand, pulling me off of the stool and towards the dance floor. Biting my lip, trying to hide my smile I didn't look twice, not even once at Pat as he became angry that his football friend dragged me away.

"Don't let him get you down, Jeremy" Sam said as we both were in the middle of the dance floor. "Just because he didn't want to come out doesn't mean you have to be stuck in the hotel room too." Sam placed his hands on my waist with a sly smirk. My face heated up and not because of dancing around in a large group either. "You're pretty fun to hang out with, you know that?"

It's been a long while since someone appreciated my fun atmosphere and that it felt nice to be complimented too. “You’re fun to hang out with too, Sam.” I smiled as we danced together to an upbeat song. Moving together, I didn’t realize that we were becoming closer. It was as if all my cares in the world instantly left my body as the alcohol consumed my mind, as if my feet had a mind of their own and danced for me.

“That would be fun-” Feeling a strong grip on my shoulder I was pulled away from Sam and pulled into a broader chest.

“Stay the fuck away from him, Sam.” Pat snarled his eyes dark under the neon lights.

Hearing Pat rumble out a growl he pulled me to the side and strut towards Sam, not even hesitating he swung towards his friend, fist colliding with Sam’s jaw. Everyone close enough to us gasped loudly, quickly stepping back just in case Pat was going to swing at anyone else. “We’re leaving.” Pat announced loudly, as if he was telling everyone he wasn’t here to hurt anyone else but Sam. “And don’t ever contact me again.” Pat snarled, towards Sam who was on the ground, holding his jaw. Turning his heel he grabbed my wrist doing so and started to drag me off of the dance floor and towards the club exit.