#y/n is a tease

[beauleifu]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary:

  Well, here you are. The life-sucking, mind-numbing restaurant you sold your soul to six months ago. Honestly, you'd rather not see the place unless you're on shift, scrubbing all the dishes in the world, but the spider demon you're taking care of is craving a little fresh air. You don't understand it, considering demons like Syntax live in caves and prefer the dark. He's just teasing you. Duh.   Too bad the visit to Panda Express escalated to a devastating encounter with a creepy entity known as The Mayor.   The stress of it will kill you soon, surely.

~ TW: Language, Syntax has a panic attack ~

[eggcromancer]

It's my birthday!!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ🎂

[literaila]

Ok it's headcanon time what do you think Peter's reaction would be when him and his friend who've been bffs for years and are very comfortable with physical touch suddenly starts to pull away from him cause she saw him flirting with another girl at thier college mixer and so she starts to pull away from his physical touches cause she feel like she should finally be able to move on from him and start her college life without pining after him all the time and slowly peter starts noticing that she always give him affection when he needs it on his tough days but refuses his touch even when he remotely comes near her

🌌

just so you know

tasm!peter x fem!reader

a/n: sorry this took ages, i forgot how to write (there was a more perfect gif but tumblr hates me)

*

“what’s going on?”

you look up again, meeting uncertain eyes with a fake sense of amusement. you know what you’re doing, and so does peter.

“what?” you tease, running your hand over plastic price tags and years of dust, staring down at ceramic mugs and tiny scentless candles.

peter puts his hand on your back, walking with you, and as a subtle and graceful friend, you quickly move away from him, pretending to kneel down and look at a set of plates.

“that. this—this thing that your doing.” peter points to you like it’s a physical entity. some thing you’re holding just to hurt him. a handful of tricks.

“looking at cat mugs?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

“avoiding me. pretending like you haven’t been evading every question i’ve asked.”

you frown, but don’t look up. you finger a curved handle, swallow and let the lies slip from your mouth without any effort. if you’ve been distant from peter recently, it’s nothing but an accident. a practiced maneuver. “i’m not avoiding you.”

“you haven’t looked at me all day.”

“i’m looking at you right now, peter.” and so you do.

peter smiles, laughs a bit, his chest rising and falling, but it’s frustrated. he runs a hand through his hair, shakes his head. and then he bends down and wraps his hand around your arm, pulling you up before you get the chance to stop him.

and you would stop him, you know, if he hadn’t already pointed out that you’ve been doing it all day. for at least the past week.

his touch burns, like a singe on your already red wounds. and even though he’s smiling at you, being as gentle as peter always is, you can see your tension, can feel your own hesitation in his skin.

“did i hurt you, or something?” he asks, biting the inside of his cheek. “i know we—well, we’re not um, that hesitant with being close, touching and stuff, but if i did something accidentally—“

“you haven’t hurt me, peter.”

“okay… then what’s going on? do you need to discuss boundaries with me?”

“what?” you laugh.

“i’m not trying to make you uncomfortable,” peter says, softly, like you’re some breakable thing. “i just want to make sure that you—that we’re okay.”

“of course we’re okay, peter.”

and then, that’s not quite true.

when you look into peters eyes, it’s not an auburn storm that you see. it’s not even yourself being reflected in his irises.

it’s flashing lights and music that made your head pound. there’s sticky floors and too many people—so much air, and too much breathing in such a small room. you see people laughing and singing, hands and bodies intertwined like it would hurt to be apart.

and it’s all sort of beautiful and disturbing, all sort of a lot—but then, there’s familiar hands, running up an unfamiliar body. peter had asked you to dance, but you knew it was only so he could laugh because he knew that you couldn’t.

when you look into peters eyes you see her. and there’s such a strong fire ignited in your chest, such a vehement jealousy that you have to look away.

you have to physically pull yourself away from him just so you don’t feel like that. just so you can tell yourself that it’s not fair.

“we’re fine,” you repeat, softly, and you look away from him. turn away, so you can block yourself away from his all too knowing stare.

you don’t pull away from his hands, but god do you want to. you want to take a break from him, a break from all of this until you can promise yourself that you just don’t care.

that you don’t crave his side stepping and hand holding and resting your head on his shoulder or leaning against his chest. that isn’t fair.

you clear your throat; you can’t lie to him, and it’s not like peter is going to let you. “it’s just…” you start, stepping towards him and then away. “i don’t know if lindsay would be comfortable with it.”

peters face flinched, he tilts his head at you. “lindsay?”

“i don’t want to get in the way of anything…”

“get in the way of what?”

you meet his eyes and laugh. “c’mon, peter. you’re not as discreet as you think you are. there was that night at the club and then the “study” dates you’ve been going on.”

“that wasn’t anything—“ peter is quick to get out, but you shove his shoulder, pretending your laughter isn’t painful.

“save it, loverboy. if you want to hold someone’s hand,” you tease, “it should be your girlfriends. i was surprised you even asked me to come gift hunting today.”

peter swallows. “she’s not my girlfriend.”

you nod, turning away from him. “yeah, okay.”

“i’m serious. we’ve been working on a project for bio-chem, that’s all.”

“i’m not blind, peter.”

he walks when you do, leaning his head down until he can see your face. “don’t you think i’d tell you if started dating someone and it was serious?”

“um, no, not really. we don’t ever talk about that stuff.”

“yeah, because you get weird whenever i bring it up.”

“i don’t get weird—“ you say, turning to glare at him. he’s closer than you expected though so whatever you were about to say falls into the air. it blows away with the feel of peters breath on your cheek.

“i would tell you,” he says, “if i had a girlfriend.”

you lean away from him, taking a deep breath in. “okay, peter. but the point still stands. you shouldn’t be holding hands with me while you’ve got a girl who’s waiting for you to get your head out of your ass. or stop lying. whatever.”

“i don’t want to hold her hand.”

peters voice is soft, and his hand is gentle as it lands on your waist. he pulls you to him, like he’s sure that you’re going to run away.

“well now i know why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

peter chuckles, staring down at you with burning eyes. and this time, when you look at him, you see only a secret catching fire. “i don’t have a girlfriend because i want to hold your hand,” he whispers, a finger brushing up against your jaw.

“o-oh.”

you stare at him, unsure what else to say.

what other announcements need to be made, what other proclamations you should probably get in writing.

peter smiles again, wider. he lets go of you and turns so his shoulder is to you. and then he grabs your hand.

“just so you know,” he says, smirk far too much.

just so you know.

*

[viviaj]

you’re housing a glass of something brown.

it’s definitely alcohol and it’s definitely strong. which isn’t surprising, since it’s kiyoomi’s.

kiyoomi is tall amongst his team mates. black slacks and a black shirt loosely tucked in to his frame; he looks vampiric as his skin glows in the shitty house-party lights.

his waist is slimmer than the other’s around him. the curve of his shoulders into his stomach and down to his hip bones are perfect.

you watch him snort and cover his mouth as he laughs at something, quickly waving it off as shoyo asks to do a shot with him. kiyoomi rolls his eyes, and they take the shot.

it’s maybe half an hour later when you see kiyoomi stumble his way back to you and your couch. his hair is sticking to his face, and his shirt looks like it’s been untucked in places.

the sunken-in brown leather couch dips when kiyoomi slides into your side.

“you having fun?” you ask as kiyoomi presses his nose into your cheek, you giggle a bit as his breath tickles your skin.

“so much fun,” he says as he’s pressing open mouthed kisses on the side of your face, his lips moving towards the base of your neck, and all the way up to the bottom of your ear.

“you’re so cute over here, jus’ sittin’ by yourself,” he mumbles, “holdin’ my drink for me.. so sweet and kind,” he’s talking nonsense.

you nod along because what do you even say to that? it’s hard to argue with him as he’s sliding his hand up and down your thigh, teeth nibbling at your ear.

“can’t stop touching you,” you squirm as his hand sinks higher up your thigh, “i want you so badly baby, please.” he’s practically begging you, with his hand moving towards your inner thigh you can’t help but inch closer to him— he’s so close.

“not here omi,” you turn to try and return his kisses but he just whines.

“no, no you don’t— you can’t say that,” he presses his hand in further, all whiny, “please just— baby just let me do this, i can’t help myself.”

there’s an insatiable feeling coiling in your stomach.

“people are looking.” you try to calm down, slightly pushing against kiyoomi’s hands.

“i don’t care,”

you can see his cock hardening in his slacks, and he looks so good.

there’s a distant whoop and cheer in the distance and you have half a mind to think it was aimed at the two of you.

“kiyoomi..” you sigh.

“don’t. just stop talking— please,” he grabs your hand and slowly places it on his clothed cock. his hips immediately buck up into you. you’ve never seen him so needy before.

“you’re so hard,”

“yeah? you feel it?” he’s mouthing against you, “it’s all for you. you know that, yeah?”

and no. you didn’t really know that. kiyoomi has never been so vulnerable. usually the quiet and stern type during these moments, this is the first time he’s ever been so open.

you slowly rub your hand up and down, enough for kiyoomi to whine his way to your lips, pressing light kisses in a way that can only be seen as desperate.

“i love when you touch me. so much. shit,” he mumbles, “i don’t say it enough. i swear,” his lips are so warm.

“kiyoomi, let me take you home,”

he shakes his head no against you, “no. need you now.”

“i cant give you what you need here,” you mutter, embarrassed at even saying anything like that in public.

“you don’t need to,” his slender fingers move over your underwear, slowly touching you. your chest gets caught in your throat and you’re suddenly aware of everything in the room, “feel good?” he kisses your jaw.

he slips his hand under your clothes, his fingers tracing over you and your thighs. your hand covers your mouth as kiyoomi feels you.

“guys?”

you jerk back into the seat as shoyo approaches the two of you. to your horror, omi doesn’t even pretend to stop, his fingers moving over you like it was his job.

“yes?” he sounds bored.

and at that point their voices are gone. all you can feel are his fingers and his breath and his body. it’s just him him him.

and then it’s not.

kiyoomi’s stroking your cheek slowly, “gonna get another drink,”

“wait. what? kiyoomi? why did—”

he looks devilish as he presses a small kiss on your forehead.

“i’ll be back.” voice full of sweetness as you’re writhing on the couch, “i’ll take care of you at home.”

[konigsblog]

cw- age gap (20s-50s)

old man könig can't get it up and needs his smart college thing to help him ;(

you're smart, you'll figure it out .... 📚🧠

[bigassmoonchild]

Lost and Found

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: The results came back, the pregnancy results. You fear losing Simon, even after your talk and he holds you close. Things slowly go back to normal, but by god was Simon starting to smell a little too good. And the scent was coming from his door.

Content Tags: Angst, Almost Pregnancy Loss, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Simon Communicating, DROPPING THE L WORD (leprosy), Simon likes compound drama, Mentions of Masturbation, Use of Pet-Names, Teasing, No Use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: I'm working one day a week because they only need me one day a week. I might quit, ngl. Anyways, I'm getting better! Not as sick! I'm going to figure out at better way for people to navigate the maple syrup series, but you know the drill. Content under the cut and asks are open!

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The next few days felt incredibly slow. You'd worked on a bit of paperwork before heading back to your rooms and sitting in your nest, going through the clothes you were intending to give back to Simon because the scent was growing stale. As you were folding one of the last hoodies, a knock on your door made you pause.

Opening it, you saw a soldier standing outside. He gave you a salute before looking down and reading off of the paper he was holding.

"Your presence is required in room 62B. Please be presentable and there within the half hour," he handed you the paper and marched away. Glancing at it, they were requesting you for more questioning based on the hearing you'd been part of.

Shit.

You stood and dug through the wardrobe you had, pulling out a few of your better shirts and pants. At this point, you didn't really care what you wore. So long as it wasn't dirty and didn't have any rips or holes.

Reading the door numbers down to 62B, you took a deep breath before entering, nodding at the few people who were sitting, glancing past Price. You sat, folding your hands on your lap as the people across the table looked at you. They shifted, glancing from the door to you for a few minutes.

"We're just waiting for Riley, you needn't be so stiff, Doctor," you looked away from them, finding Prices eye before looking the other way. You just wanted to get this over with, they hadn't even notified you about your test, so the fact that they only told them about it was weird.

The door opened, and all you could smell was Simon. Leather and tobacco, hints of the gunpowder used on base came through. It smelled muskier, though, and as much as you could smell it wasn't sweat. Not like normal.

He sat beside you, not looking in your direction. The people in front of you shifted the papers about on the table, looking between each other. They didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"The pregnancy test came back," you heard Simon scoff beside you, a quiet 'no shit' coming from him. You rolled your own eyes, glancing down to the carpet under you. It was old, probably older than you.

The man cleared his throat. "It came back positive, at least at first," you looked up, brows furrowing. "After a few minutes, though, it turned negative. We did a few more tests and they eventually came back negative. Conclusively," you closed your eyes, head tilting back.

Why were you feeling so disappointed? Were you actually somewhat excited about having a pup, even if Simon didn't want it?

"Although, they did find some hormones synchronous with what is called a 'false pregnancy'," they explained, reading off of the sheet they had.

You glanced up, watching as they tried to find a way to explain it. "My body had hormones, probably from a fertilized egg that never attached properly, and it left my hormones thinking I was pregnant. They never cleared my body, so my scent and body was changing to prep for the pup," you explained, playing with your fingers.

So close, and yet you were so far from having a pup. You could almost smell distress on Simons scent, but you didn't want to go into the specifics. You couldn't think of his normal scent, not with how deep in your head you'd become.

You could faintly hear them explaining the outcomes, faintly heard a few 'probable cause for the attack' and a few other 'nothing is being pressed,' and finally you came to.

"We're considering this almost exactly the same as if the Omega was actually pregnant," they explained. "So you're getting off on just about the same as a slap on the wrist, but don't think we won't add this to your file," and you stood, turning and walking out.

There was nothing you'd realized you wanted more. A family. A pup to care for and watch grow and eventually maybe, just maybe, add more to your little family.

But no, you didn't have the luxury of that. No, you weren't allowed to have your family, your Alpha had been so mad at you and possibly didn't want you sometimes.

Alpha doesn't want a broken Omega.

You had to fight the tears you could feel building, jaw locking in place as you found yourself moving to your room. A few more halls, one or two more turns and you'd be able to curl up in your nest and hope to God that your Alpha would still want you.

As you went to close your room door, something stopped it from closing. You turned to figure it out, slightly pissed off that it happened. Simon.

"I'm sorry," you could feel tears starting to run out of your eyes, felt him pulling you into his chest and sobs tearing out of your chest. "I'm so sorry," you were muffled by his chest, hands grasping at his shirt and holding tight. You could faintly hear the door close, your legs moving with him as he dropped you back into your nest.

Simon pulled you into his chest, hands running along your back. Your hands never left his chest and you could hear him murmuring into your hair.

"S'alright, lovie, s'alright," he whispered, arms wrapping around your back to pull you in as close as he could. It felt like everything was back to normal but nothing was. Everything was changed but nothing was at the same time.

For what felt like hours, you laid there, grasping at Simon to stay where you were. He rubbed at your back and chuffed into your ear, your tears slowing and sobs breaking into hiccups, breathing slowing as you laid there.

His hands stopped, albeit slowly, before pulling you back to look at him.

"Y'alright?" He asked this time, wiping your face dry. You nodded, then shook your head before dropping it back onto his chest.

"'m sorry, Simon," you whispered, his hand finding your back and resting there. "Failed you," you added finally. He hummed in confusing, head lifting to look down at you.

You swallowed, closing your eyes. "Lost the pup," he shook his head, squeezing you a little. He ran his hand down your arm, rubbing it slowly.

"Didn't lose anything, lovie," he whispered. "Your body was just confused, it's not your fault," you wanted to argue with him, wanted to tell him he was crazy. You lost the pup, and he should get rid of you.

He kept murmuring loving words into your ears, telling you how good of an Omega you were, how much he cared about you. How much he adored that you were his and didn't want to leave.

"Love you, y'know that?" He whispered, hours having passed since the two of you found yourselves inside your nest. He slid you into his hoodie within the first hour, let you lay there and inhale his scent.

You hummed, fighting sleep. It hadn't hit you what he'd said, not yet at least.

"Love y'too," you whispered into his neck, breathing slowing as you were falling asleep. He loved you, Alpha loves you, your head snapped up. "Huh?" Simon barked out a short laugh, pulling his mask from his face as he looked at you.

"Y'didn't hear me?" You blinked slowly at him, smile slowly spreading on your face. His voice grew softer, eyes drifting away from you. He seemed almost, nervous. "Y'forgive me?" He whispered, hands tightening on you.

You nodded, dropping your head on him. "Thought you would've thought of me as a bad Omega," you whispered. "Thought I'd lost you after I said I might be pregnant, then again when they told us I wasn't," he shook his head.

He gave a humorless laugh. "Never lost me," he said. "'m not good at emotions," he started, looking down at you briefly. "Never was, never will be. I want to try, though, try and make sure you never feel like that again," he spoke into the side of your head, pressing his lips against your head.

You swallowed thickly.

"Thought I lost everything," you whispered into his neck, closing your eyes.

You glanced at your new squad, looking them over.

"If you don't want to be led by an Omega, leave. Get out, I don't want to see your face," you said, glancing amongst them. "If you don't like that I'm leading you, get the hell out. I don't want to see you, if you're going to cause problems, get out," you said.

No one moved, looking down at their boots and away from you. Nobody said anything, it all remained quiet. You smiled, arms crossed as you watched them stand still.

You crossed your arms, glancing amongst them. "The only problem I've ever encountered is you guys not understanding what it means to be a soldier. Combat medic, combat comes first," you told them. "Which means you're a soldier first,"

You sighed deeply, rubbing the migraine out of your temples. They were the worst group you'd ever had. They seemed to not have any knowledge on anything medical, and even less knowledge about combat awareness.

"Bad day?" Simon asked, placing a tray of food in front of you and putting his own on the side of your desk closest to him. You groaned at him, dropping your head down.

You glanced up, watching him pull the mask off of his face and place it next to his food, scooping some of it into his mouth. You snorted softly, watching him.

His brows raised in questioning. "We went from me absolutely despising you just a few days ago to you eating in my office," you laughed softly. "Anyways, I have the worst squad ever," you groaned and he paused his eating.

"They saying things?" He said, moving to stand and you hushed him, hands gesturing for him to sit back down.

In the few days since you two had been cleared back to work, he had made it a habit to bring you at least two meals during your shift. Usually lunch and dinner, which he had at the same time as you, quite thankfully.

You'd grown to begin telling him tales of what happened, whatever drama you could find that happened throughout the day. Oh my god, Simon, apparently Amanda now has an Alpha? And he works on another force, I think something air, you told him the first night.

Surprisingly, he was really interested in what was happening around base. Today, though, he appeared a little more out of it. He seemed slightly off, watching you closer and staring down Alphas who walked by you when he just so happened to be near.

It was weird, but you hadn't put too much thought into it. You were finally back to a normal, something the two of you were putting together. Maybe it was just his new normal, but you weren't going to ask questions.

He stayed quiet, giving you a few murmurs of agreement or interest at all of the new things you'd discovered. Once the two of you finished, instead of sitting with you until you were finished to walk with you back to your room he grabbed your trays and walked out, giving you a short murmur about needing to workout or something.

It left you a little confused, but you weren't going to mention it. You knew this took up a lot of his own time, and you knew that he would want to spend some time on his own to relax.

You felt the same way, but something was off and you could tell. By the time you finished putting away the last paper into its file, it was nearing 10 at night. You walked to your room, bag in hand as you watched the door numbers slowly shrink to your room number.

As you entered it, you'd been expecting to see Simon there, but maybe tonight he just wanted to relax in his own room and take some time to chill out. You understood, and found yourself slowly going through the motions of your nightly routine, some part of you hoping he would walk in right before you finished this part. Then it became this part, then the next.

Eventually, you were curled in your bed, lights all out while listening for movements outside. You found yourself waking up the next morning, groaning as you turned off your alarm clock. Simon never came to your room, but that was okay you told yourself.

It was fine, because everyone needed a moment to themselves here and there. So you began your routine, getting something small to eat as you walked through the clinic, checking on people who had come in overnight to be treated for something.

You ran your training, having the squad work on taking care of those who were harmed and trying to tourniquet them.

"I'm bleeding out, help me! Aaah! It hurts so much, I'm writhing in pain!" Soap was all too pleased to help you with this. Gaz was helping as well, but had stopped his acting to roll on the ground laughing at him. It seemed to work just as well as Johnny's screaming and writhing.

Shutting your eyes tight, you had to hold yourself silent to keep from laughing too hard or distracting everyone. Even as your back was turned, you could hear little squeals coming from Johnny, but as you opened your eyes you saw Ghost watching from a distance.

Gesturing him over, he shook his head and turned back to his own training group, leaning over to shout at someone. You sighed, turning around to watch the group once more.

"Steph, no, that tourniquet is way too tight, I can see it from here. You're cutting the blood flow off, not his leg,"

At lunch you grew a little worried when Simon didn't show up. He had been making sure to bring you food (and letting you watch him eat) every lunch and dinner. Sometimes it was breakfast instead of lunch, but he hadn't come during breakfast.

It took you a few moments before you decided to try and find him, but everyone you spoke to had turned away from you, telling you that it was in your better interest to leave him alone. When you found Gaz again, you pulled him to the side.

"What's up with S- Ghost?" You asked and he looked away, grimacing a little. "Go on, tell me. I'm his mate, it's not like he's doing something that would kill me," you said, brows furrowing as he didn't say anything.

You gestured for him to tell you. "He's been really violent today. Look outside, there's more people running than usual, and his temper is getting the better of him," he whispered, looking around like Simon would jump out of nowhere.

At dinner, when Simon didn't show up you found yourself walking the compound to look for him. To find out where he'd gone, or what was wrong. He wasn't anywhere you'd expected him to be, not the gym or field.

Walking to his room, it was a few halls before when the scent hit you hard. Leather and tobacco, some hints of the gunpowder used on base. You walked a little closer, musky tangs of something just entirely Simon breaking through.

Standing outside of his door, you stared at it. Hearing long groans and whines, huffs of your name. Trying the door, it was locked and everything in the room paused.

A bang on the door made you jump back before leaning in. "Simon?" You whispered, trying the doorknob again. He whined at the sound of his name coming from you, and you could hear nails on the door.

"Please," he whispered back, voice muffled by the door. You could hear another bang on the door and you gave a little laugh.

"Y'gotta unlock the door first, Alpha," a growl came from behind the door.

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Tease: Eddie Munson blurb

⚠️18+ explicit sexual content. Minors DNI⚠️

“Eddie… Eddie please…” you whisper softly, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest.

“Mmm.. no can do, sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.”

“I’ll be good. I promise.. please let me cum..” you whine, your clit swollen from his nonstop torture.

You don’t know how long has passed but it feels like hours. Hours of incessant teasing. Teeth imprints and red marks litter your skin like some twisted form of art. Your entire body feels like it's going to explode from the constant edging.

You pull against the restraints hearing the metal handcuffs clink against the bedpost.

“Baby..”

“Shh…” he hums as his thumb meets your throbbing clit once more making your legs clamp shut around his wrist.

Eddie chuckles darkly as his strong hands land on your knees, forcing them apart.

“Fuck!” you squeal as he plants his face in between your legs, lapping furiously at your soaked pussy.

“I- Eddie! It’s too much!” you cry out but he doesn’t stop. His hands keep your legs spread, pressing your knees firmly into the mattress as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

His tongue flicks and swirls wildly, never in one place long enough to get you there. Just enough to keep you aching for more. Desperate moans flee your lips with every movement from his wicked tongue.

He leans up, spitting on your pussy, giving it a rough smack making your body jolt, back arching off the bed.

“Shit!”

“That pussy tastes so good, baby. You’re fucking soaked…” he murmurs, slipping two fingers inside, the chill of his rings sending shivers throughout your entire body.

“P-please…” you whimper, tears prick your eyes from the frustration.

Eddie’s brown eyes lock onto yours as a small smirk appears on his pretty lips.

“You wanna cum, sweetheart?” he taunts.

You nod adamantly as a tear rolls down your cheek.

His fingers curl perfectly, finding your sweet spot with ease.

“Beg.”

“I have been begging!” you sass, your attitude resulting in his fingers immediately being pulled out of you.

“No, no, no. I'm sorry. Eddie.. I'm sorry.” you plead, yearning for his touch.

Eddie ignores you completely, fidgeting with the large ring on his finger mindlessly.

“Please touch me.”

Eddie waits patiently, his dark eyes studying your face curiously as you squirm under him.

“Please. I'm begging you. Please let me cum. Make me feel good. Only you can make me feel good.” you praise, feeling a rush of relief as his fingers glide into you once again.

“I know.” he burns, his fingers reaching deeper, stroking rapidly, the sound of your wetness loud in the night.

“Oh my god… f-fuck… Eddie, please don't stop.. Please don't st-sto—” your urgent cries break off into silence as your jaw drops open, your orgasm hitting you unexpectedly.

Your legs tremble uncontrollably as your eyes roll instantly to the back of your head, your vision becoming nothing but stars as you finally get your sweet release.

“There we go.. Mmm… soak my hand, sweetheart.”

You can feel your cum coat the inside of your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you as your back arches off the bed.

“You're making such a mess, baby.” Eddie mumbles lustfully as he watches you fall apart beneath his hand.

Your pussy spasms again and again around his ringed fingers, every nerve on your body is on fire as he continues fucking you with his hand, the beautiful sound of your slick coating his hand rings through the room.

“Such a pretty pussy..” “Fuck, I love when you cum for me.”

Praises pour from his lips as he works you through your orgasm.

“Eddiee..” his name comes out hoarse as your body gradually comes down from your high.

“Good Girl, that’s my good girl.”

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kaeya alberich is an avid clit slapper, go argue with a wall.

sometimes when he's eating you out, he'll stop and pull away just to give your tiny erection a few quick, hard spanks with his fingers. he lives for the way you whimper as your fists tighten and pull at his cerulean hair. but he always more than makes up for it by gently kissing your clit before sucking it back into his warm, soft mouth again.

at this point, it's basically a habit of his to hold the base of his cock and tap its thick head against your clit before he pushes it inside you. he loves the way it makes you gasp his name. he just gives you a crooked smile and there's a twinkle in his eye as he watches you arch your back for him.

kaeya especially loves pulling out in the middle of fucking you, his swollen cockhead slick with your cream. he moans at the way you cry out for him and the wet smack smack smack when he slaps it against your hard little pearl before gliding his whole dick all the way back inside your clenching hole with a single thrust.

but his personal favorite has to be the times he does it while he cums. he loves to release inside you, but occasionally he'll pull out just so he can slap his ultra-sensitive purple cockhead against your clit while his seed spills out of it. between the good fucking he just gave you and his hot cum squirting against your clit, you're more than likely cumming with him too.

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REQUEST ‼️‼️‼️

I’ve always wanted to read one where the reader is one of Hershel’s daughters (set in season 2). When Daryl and the group show up the reader won’t stop teasing Daryl and eventually he can’t take it anymore. Please make my dreams come true 😭😭🤘. (p.s virgin reader would be +50 points ;)

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pairing (S2) Daryl Dixon x virgin!fem!Reader

cw loss of virginity, unprotected p in v, lowkey inexperienced daryl, but also not really?, teasing, some pining, daryl kinda being a boob man, reader being a little pervy at times

note i am so sorry i kept you waiting 32 days for this request @mygrandmaschinacabinet, i really hope you like this and thank you for your patience and kind comment on my other post!

p.s. just bc reader is hershel's daughter does not imply anything ab her appearence

~5.k words

 Living on a farm that was fairly far from society, it was a given that you wouldn't see good looking guys too often. But being a good looking girl, the guys you didn't want were always the ones after you, and you'd always have to turn them down. When she gets older, she's gonna have to fight off boys with a stick, was something your grandma would often tease your father, Hershel, about. You laughed it off, not paying any mind to it, but boy did she end up being right. You spent a good portion of your high school years rejecting your suitors, none of which were good enough for you, and none of which you really wanted. But when you finally laid eyes on the most beautiful man you've ever seen, he happened to be one who seemed to pay you no attention. 

 Odd circumstances brought the beautiful man, whom you quickly learned was named Daryl Dixon, to your farm. Otis shot a kid, Hershel took him in to care for, and his dad's group eventually made a home on your father's land. You couldn’t help but ogle at him from your bedroom window whenever you got the chance. The way his biceps flexed whenever he worked with his arms had your virgin pussy aching to be filled by him. He was a man who you’d let do things to you that you’d let no other man before even think he had a chance of doing. 

“Not this again,” Maggie complained upon entering your room. You were perched at your window -like you have been since the group first arrived- watching Daryl skin some squirrels. No one could look as good as he did while doing such a grisly task. 

“Can you blame me? Jus’ look at him,” you replied dreamily. 

“No thanks.” 

“Whatever. You have your eye candy, I have mine.” 

“Eye candy? What’re you talkin’ about?” She asked defensively. 

“Glenn. I’ve seen the way you look at him, like he’s a piece of meat,” you teased. 

“Whatever! Do you need anythin’? I’m goin’ out on a run.” 

“With Glenn?” 

 She let out an annoyed huff and exited the room, not awaiting your response. But you didn’t need anything anyway. You went back to watching Daryl. The sweltering Georgia heat caused sweat to drench his sleeveless shirt and drip from his short, dark hair. He looked like he walked out of one of your many wet dreams. Just then, an idea popped into your head. You hurried down to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, cooling it with the scoops of ice you added. Surely this kind deed would put you on his radar. 

“Hey, Daryl,” you cheerily greeted as you approached the rugged man. He sat on a stump, now gutting the squirrels he already skinned. He grunted in response, not looking up from his work. Your smile dropped, not that it mattered, considering he wasn’t even looking at you. 

“Brought you some water. It’s pretty hot out here and I wouldn’t want ya gettin’ dehydrated,” you said as you held out the cold glass, now dripping with condensation. “Thanks.” He grabbed the glass, his fingers slightly brushing yours, sending a tingling through your spine. He threw his head back, downing the water. A small stream of water dripped down his chin, then his neck, sliding down his shirt no longer in your vision. You squeezed your thighs together. Every little thing he did drove you crazy. You felt like a victorian man who’d just seen a peek of a woman’s ankle whenever you were around Daryl. 

“You uh… Ya need somethin’?” He asked when he noticed you haven’t left yet. You froze. You didn’t need anything, but you didn’t want to leave either. 

“Jus’ came to check on ya, I guess,” you muttered. 

“ ‘M fine?” He tossed the squirrel’s guts into a bucket. 

“Well, alright. My work here is done!” You cringed as the words left your mouth. You grabbed the emptied glass and walked back into the house, chastising yourself the entire way. You wanted nothing more than to have him look at you the way other guys do, but he barely give you the time of day. 

 The glimmer of sunbeams on your face woke you up the next morning. You glanced at the analog clock on your nightstand that read 11:36. You hopped out of bed and eagerly hurried to your window, hoping Daryl would be back from hunting or looking for that little girl or whatever else it was he did when he wasn’t in his usual spot. He was sat on that stump again, but this time he was cleaning his crossbow with that red rag he kept on him. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had  to do something. He couldn’t keep getting away with being so hot and so uninterested in you. 

 You readied yourself in the bathroom, making sure every hair was in place and every tooth was brushed. You debated putting on makeup. You had some leftover from before, but never had a reason to use it, not until now. You layered on some mascara until your lashes looked twice as long and twice as full and coated your lips with some tinted gloss. You stared into your closet debating on what you thought Daryl’d like better. Your tightest, shortest shorts and a nearly see-through tank top. 

“What’re doin’ all dolled up like that?” Your younger sister, Beth asked upon entering the kitchen. 

“Makin’ lunch for D-,” you stopped yourself, not wanting another sister catching onto your thing for Daryl, “for the group out there.” 

“Daddy doesn’t want us wastin’ all our stuff on them,” she protested. You rolled your eyes at her. She could be such a goody-two-shoes sometimes. “What he don’ know won’ hurt him.” You cut a piece of the sandwich you made and handed it to Beth. 

“Eat this and keep quiet.”  

You assembled the sandwich and a glass of lemonade on a tray and carried it over to his lone camp. He didn’t look at you until you were standing before him holding the tray of food. His eyes slowly made their way up to yours, lingering on your bare legs and exposed cleavage on their way up. You couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged the corners of your mouth at this small victory. He quickly averted his gaze and set his crossbow down. 

“Wha’s all this?” He asked, nodding his head toward the tray in your arms. 

“Made ya lunch. Figured you’d be hungry after all that huntin’ and searchin’ you been doin’,” you answered as you set down the tray. 

“Uh, thanks?” He seemed confused, but grateful nonetheless. “Of course,” you replied with a bright smile before sauntering off, swaying your hips more than usual. Unbeknownst to you, he watched you until the door closed behind you. 

 In the days that passed, you upped the ante on your teasing. Daryl noticed. At noon almost everyday, you’d bring him lunch in risqué little outfits. Not quite skimpy, but just enough to tease him. And tease him they did. He already was too nervous to look at you, afraid he might scare you off with his gruff nature and lack of experience with women. He’d choose, instead, to catch glimpses of you when you weren’t watching. Like when you’d leave after bringing him something, or when you’d be around doing farm-work or interacting with the other members of his group. But when you started wearing those revealing outfits, it became harder for him to keep from looking at you. But when he made eye contact with you, he became so nervous and shy that he had to look away. You were the sun. He could feel your warmth, even when he couldn’t see you. You were so bright and beautiful that he felt pulled to look at you, but whenever he did, it couldn’t be for long because he’d forcibly look away, your bright smile burning his sensitive retinas. 

 Speaking of the sun, there you were. “Daryl!” You called as you ran to him. The actual sun glowed behind you, making you look even more like an angel. He was atop one of your horses ready to leave the farm to look for Sophia. He was shocked to see you since you usually weren’t up until noon. He’d know since that’s around the time he sees you watching him through your window. 

“Yeah?” He grunted. 

“Ya goin’ out to look for that little girl?” Once you were out of the sunlight, he could actually get a good look at you.  Something in him stirred when he saw you in the little dress you had on. It was a cream color with ruffles at the bottom and it gave him a good view of your breasts from his position on the horse. He quickly tore his eyes away and looked at the view ahead of him, which was nowhere near as beautiful as you. 

“I figure you’ll be gone for a bit, so I brought you a little bite to eat,” you said holding up a few muffins you made the other night wrapped in cheesecloth. 

“T-thanks,” he stuttered. Despite how frequent it was, he was always taken aback by the kindness you show him. He’s never been treated the way you treat him before and it caught him off guard. 

“Be back by dinner, okay?” It wasn’t a command, more of a hopeful question, but made his heart flutter. 

“I’ll try.” He didn’t want to make any promises he couldn’t keep. You stood there fiddling with your dress about to say something but deciding against it each time. 

“Wha’ is it?” 

“B-be safe out there!” You blurted before scampering off. He found it odd how you could be so bold with your teasing, yet shy when it came to actually talking to him. 

  Your words echoed in his head as he searched for any sign of Carol’s lost daughter. Your request of be back by dinner, okay? motivated him to get back to the farm, despite his injuries from the horse tossing him down a cliff making it difficult for him to move. But what really stuck with him was your horrified scream when you saw Andrea shoot him. That scream haunted his dreams while he was unconscious. The terror of it being the last thing he’d hear from you was his real nightmare. So when he heard your soft “Hey,” he felt relief wash over him, despite the pain everywhere else. He blinked his dry eyes open only for the first thing for him to see being your tits. You had on a loose t-shirt with no bra underneath. He didn’t know if this was a part of your teasing or a pure mistake, but either way, his cock stirred at the sight. You leaned down further to look into his eyes. 

“How ya feelin’?” You ask, placing the back of your hand to his forehead. He tried to croak out a response, but his throat was too dry. You quickly grabbed the glass of water at his bedside and helped him drink it. 

“Better?” 

“ ‘M fine,” he said. You gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him, but were humoring him anyway. “You were injured pretty badly, Daryl,” you said as you gently stroked his hair. He caught himself before he could fully melt into your touch. In fact, he moved away from it. 

“I know, ‘m fine,” he snapped before trying to roll over, away from you. He didn’t like you seeing him like this. So weak and frail, having to depend on those around him. He didn’t see the hurt expression that took over your pretty face. But, to his luck, you didn’t let him push you away. Instead, you toed off your shoes and got into the bed beside him, facing him. He hoped to the high heavens that you couldn’t see the redness that blossomed on his face when you flashed your bright smile at him. 

“I’ll keep ya company,” you promised. 

“Don’ need no company, said ‘m fine.” He didn’t know why he was so adamant about pushing you away. The minute he realized you were in here, he brightened up. He didn’t want his sunshine to leave, but he couldn’t help the storm that was brewing inside him. 

“Well, if you really want me to leave, I’ll go.” You were almost out of the bed before his clammy hand grabbed your wrist. 

“Nah, you can stay,” he said, prompting the return of that bright smile. 

 When you woke up, the sun was setting and Daryl’s arm was around your waist, holding you close. Your heart swelled, this was all you ever wanted, to be in Daryl’s arms. Okay, well you wanted more than just his arm around you, but small victories! You gently moved his arm off you so you could get up and get some dinner from him and yourself. 

“What were you doin’ in there?” Your father asked as soon as you stepped out of the room. He stood outside, about to come in, holding a tray of food for the bowman. 

“Nothin’, Daddy, I was jus’ checkin up on our patient!” It was the truth, but it felt like a lie. 

“Since earlier this afternoon?” He pressed. 

“Lost track of time,” you explained. 

“Now, honey, I know you’re just lookin’ out for him, but-“ 

“I know, I know, you don’t really trust them, but I’m just lovin’ thy neighbor, so to speak.” You bargained. 

That response seemed to satisfy him for now. He handed you the tray of food to give you Daryl. 

“Daryl, dinner,” you called softly upon reentering the room. He groaned, but woke up anyway. He tried to sit up, but winced in pain. You set the tray down and quickly ran to his side to help him out. You adjusted his pillows and helped him to a sitting position. 

“Wha’s fer dinner?” He asked, glancing at the bowl of soup on the tray beside him on the bed. You hummed in thought before dipping your finger into the bowl and sucking it clean, making sure your lips were pouty as you did so, hoping to tease Daryl. 

“Tomato.” He hummed noncommittally before reaching for the spoon. You swatted his hand away. “Nuh uh, you’re still healing, let me feed you.” 

“I can feed myself,” he protested. You furrowed your brows and pouted at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes, but opened his mouth slightly, waiting for a bite. You smiled, scooping up some soup and spooning it into his mouth, making sure to lean forward as to give him a front row seat to the view down your shirt. You saw him avoid looking the first few times, but soon he was unable to resist taking a peek, and soon his peeking became staring (however, he pretended not to be whenever you looked back up at him). 

“Enjoy the soup?” You asked once the bowl was mostly empty. 

“S’alright,” he said as he nibbled on a cracker. You grabbed the bowl and drank the rest of the soup directly from it. 

“Goddammit!” You cursed when a glob of soup fell onto your white t-shirt. But maybe it was a blessing in disguise, a chance to drive Daryl crazy. You grabbed a random t-shirt from one of the drawers and set it down before taking off the one you had, tossing it aside. You put the new one on as if you didn't just give him a strip show. His face was beet red and he hurried to adjust the blankets on his lap. 

"Daryl, you okay? You look a little hot?" 

"S'just w-warm in here." 

"Let me jus' check your temperature." Instead of pressing the back of your hand to his forehead like before, you placed a gentle kiss to it. 

"Feels a little warm." You stayed close to his face. If he moved, even a centimeter, his lips would touch yours, which is what you were hoping for. You glanced down at his lips, then up at his blue eyes, waiting for him to lean in. Despite all this teasing, you kinda wished he'd make a move, too. When he didn't, you pulled away, kissing him on the cheek instead. 

"Get well soon, okay?" you said before taking the tray and leaving. 

Daryl had been mentally punching himself since that night. He was an idiot for not kissing you when he had the chance. You were right there and so obviously waiting for him to do something, anything. But he couldn't. It'd been so long since he'd done anything with a woman, and even then, he didn't think he was any good. He was almost embarrassed about how inexperienced he was at his age. And someone as beautiful as you obviously would have some experience, so why waste time on him. He didn't want to be the cloud that dulled your shine. 

 He was now well enough to be released from Hershel’s care, but not well enough to resume about his usual ways. He’d normally disobey orders to take it easy, but when you made him promise to rest, he couldn’t break it. Subconsciously, he glanced over to your window. It wasn’t something he did often, considering you were usually the one watching him, but you were weighing heavily on his mind. He saw you up in your room, assuming you’d just woken up since it was almost noon. You were at your window, rummaging through your dresser -he knew where it was when he caught a glimpse of your room when he was inside the house. You held up a few shirts, probably deciding on which to wear, before pulling your pajama shirt off over your head. This was now the second, no, third time he’s gotten a perfect view of your tits. God they would feel so good in his hands, better yet, they’d look so good  bouncing in unison with his thrusts as he fucked you into your mattress. Your teasing and mischievous ways only fueled his fantasies, causing his pants to tighten uncomfortably. The little wave you gave him from your window pulled him out of his own head. You, still topless, blew him a kiss before stepping out of frame. 

 His heart rate increased expeditiously as he nearly came in his pants. He couldn’t handle your teasing anymore, it was driving him crazy. He wanted you, not just the fantasies in his head and the company of his hand. He wanted to feel your walls squeeze his cock, hear your little moans as he pleasured you until your mind went numb, become one with you as you came in unison. He hurried into his tent and zipped it all the way up before collapsing onto his sleeping bag and hurrying to undo his pants. He liberated his aching cock from its confines and spat on his hand. He rubbed himself up and down, from base to tip, imagining it was your pretty mouth swallowing him whole. He ignored the sound of distant footsteps approaching his tent and instead chased his climax, which was coming embarrassingly fast. 

“Daryl?” Your distant voice called, but all he heard in his mind was you moaning his name as your nails scratched down his back. 

“You in here?” You asked. Daryl came in his hand, taking extra care to stifle the moan that threatened to spill from his mouth. Reality set in when he saw your shadow standing outside his tent. He quickly wiped his hand off on the closest piece of fabric and shoved himself back in his pants. 

“Need somethin’? He asked. He willed you not to notice his flushed, sweaty face. 

“Watcha doin’ in there?” You asked, trying to peek into his tent. He moved to block your vision. He didn’t need you finding any trace of his earlier activity. Although, the little dress you had on had him ready to continue said activities.

“Nothin’.” 

“Anyway, I came to check on you, make sure you’re takin’ it easy.” 

“I am, was jus’ takin’ a nap,” he lied. 

“Then why are you so red? And sweaty? Are you comin’ down with somethin’?!” You were starting to sound worried, making Daryl feel guilty. You reached up to feel his forehead and check for a fever, but he stepped back, avoiding your touch. If he felt your skin on his, in any capacity, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back anymore. 

“Daryl, don’t be so stubborn!” You stepped closer only for him to step back again. 

“Ain’ got no fever, girl! S’just hot out here!” He insisted. 

“Don’ know that for sure. If it is one, it could mean one of your wounds is infected.” 

“S’not a fever, ‘m sweaty from workin’ out.” You looked at him with an eyebrow skeptically raised and a hand on your hip. So much for takin’ a nap, you thought. Your eyes traveled down his body before meeting his again, this time with look more mischievous than usual in your eyes. 

“Your fly’s down.” He quickly zipped it up, cursing himself for the dumb mistake. 

“Anythin’ to do with your ‘work out’?” 

“Dunno what yer gettin’ at.” His heart was beating faster in his chest, this time because of anxiety. You were onto him and he was about to get caught, humiliated under your scrutinizing gaze.

“Flushed, sweaty face.” You took a step closer and he took one back. “Dilated pupils.” Another step forward and another one back. “Unzipped fly.” He stepped back, not looking where he was going and stumbled onto the grassy ground. You sat down next to him. “Took forever to open your tent.” Your face split into a grin like the Cheshire Cat.   “I’d say you were in there masturbatin’.” He stumbled over his words, looking for what to say in denial of your observation accusation. You pressed your pointer finger to his lips. 

“Shh, it’s okay.” You leaned over him and slid your hand down his chest. “I touch myself, too.” His sparkling blue eyes went wide. “Usually thinkin’ ‘bout you when I do it.” You could feel his breathing change as you slid your hand further down his toned stomach. “Were you thinkin’ ‘bout me?” His face was beet read and breathing shallow. You had him and he was more than ready, willing, and able to give in. He nodded his head, confirming your suspicions. 

“Well, next time I’m on your mind,” you leaned down, lips ghosting his parted ones, “don’t just settle for your hand.” His lips finally met yours in a heated kiss. The built up tension from his days of pining and yours of teasing finally being released in that kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss, slipping your tongue inside and drinking in all his pleasured groans. 

“Wanna go back to my room?” You asked after pulling away. 

“Nah, too far. Let’s go inside my tent.” You happily agreed and hurried inside, zipping it up behind Daryl. His mouth was back on yours in an instant, passionately exploring it with his tongue. He kissed his way down to your neck, roughly sucking marks. 

“Oh, Daryl!” You shouted when he reached a certain spot on your neck, just beneath your ear. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. Nervously, Daryl’s hand experimented with touching your body, his hands firmly gripping your hips. They were comfortable there and not daring enough to try anything else. He wanted to impress you, but at the same time he didn’t want you to notice that he had no clue what he was doing or what to do next, using the pirated porn and one night stands of his past as reference. Your hands grabbed his and placed them on your tits. 

“Touch me, Daryl!” You whined. His hands groped and kneaded at the soft mounds of flesh hidden behind the thin fabric of your dress. He pulled down the front of your dress, freeing your tits then recapturing one by putting it in his mouth. His large hand toyed with the right while his mouth suckled the other. Your little wanton whimpers egged him on, giving him the confidence to try more. Your squirmed beneath him, squeezing your thighs together. His cock was also painfully hard, once again, and yearning to feel your warm walls around him. He pulled away and undid his pants before pulling out his cock, stroking it a few times. He looked up at you, but you looked less excited. Your eyes wouldn’t meet his and your arms were crossed over your chest, hiding yourself from him. 

“Wha’s the matter, Sunshine?” He asked, the nickname rolling of his tongue naturally. He was more than excited to sleep with you, but his worry regarding your sudden change outweighed that. 

“N-nothin’. Jus’ put it in,” you said hoarsely. 

“Nah, we ain’ doin’ nothin’ unless ya tell me wha’s wrong.” It sounded harsh, but it came from a place of genuine concern. 

You sat up, readjusting your dress as you did so. “I-it’s jus’,” you nervously fiddled with the hem of your dress, something Daryl noticed you did a lot around him. “C-can we go slow? I haven’t done any of this stuff before,” you admitted. 

“You a virgin?” He asked, astonished. You glumly nodded your head as if you were accepting defeat. In a twisted way, that relieved him a bit. Maybe since you’ve never had sex, you wouldn’t notice his own lack of experience.  He put himself in his boxers before patting the spot in front of him. You crawled over to him and sat between his legs, your back against his chest. His lips found that spot on your neck again and began sucking there as his hand slid underneath your panties. He rubbed your clit in tight circles, causing your thighs to clamp shut over his hand. 

“Jus’ relax,” he coaxed. You relaxed the best you could, but the pleasure kept you from staying still. 

“F-faster,” you whimpered. He obeyed your command, rubbing you at a quicker pace. Your head fell back against his shoulder and you moaned in his ear. His other hand slipped beneath your panties and gathered your arousal on his finger, before he slowly slid it inside you, giving you time to adjust. He pumped it in and out of you as he continued to rub your clit. Your back arched off him as you moaned his name. He easily slipped in a second finger with how wet you were. Your velvety walls were so soft around his thick digits. He couldn’t wait to feel them with his cock. He moved his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting you in a spot that had you babbling nonsense. You squeezed his fingers with your soaking cunt as your first orgasm overtook your body. 

“Daryl, I’m ready. Need ta feel ya inside me,” you slurred. He helped you lay down on your back and slid your panties off before pulling his painfully hard cock out again. Your legs rested over his thighs as he coated his member in your juices before lining it up with your entrance. He slid in as slowly as he could, making sure this would be as painless as it could be for you. You were so soft, slippery, and smooth around him, the best pussy he’s ever had. Once he was all the way in, he stopped to give you time to adjust. He leaned down and connected your lips in another kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled held him close. 

“You can move now.” His hands gripped your hips as he started slowly thrusting in and out of you, not wanting to give you too much too soon. His pleasured grunts mingled with your moans as he slid in and out of you. 

“More, need more!” You whined. He adjusted your position, placing your legs over his broad shoulders. The new position allowed him to fill you even better. As he pounded in and out of you, the erotic sounds of damp skin slapping damp skin filled the tent, harmonizing with his and your sounds of pleasure. He lifted your dress over your head, getting rid of the barrier between you and him, and tossed it aside. His own fantasies came true as he watched your tits bounce in unison with his thrusts. He took them in his hands again, rolling your nipples between his finger and thumb, bringing you closer to your climax. 

“Daryl I think I’ma-” Your sentence trailed off into a moan as you came around his cock. He fucked you through your orgasm as his own approached. He pulled out of you just as he was about to finish and came all over your tits and stomach, like a firehose. You let out a satisfied hum, barely able to keep your eyes open. He grabbed one of his discarded shirts and cleaned you off before laying beside you in the sleeping bag. You rolled over to face him and hugged him close in your arms. 

“You were the best first I coulda asked for,” you confessed. Your words soothed his worries that he didn’t perform well enough while also making his heart flutter.

“Guess all yer teasin’ paid off.” You giggled against his chest. 

 He pulled you closer to him and pulled you in for another kiss, a sweeter, gentler one this time. You dozed off in his comforting arms, wishing you’d never have to leave. 

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“Is this the part where you interrogate me again?” he asks you. There’s amusement in his tone, yet his posture tells you he’s willing to comply. You nod, and he clicks his nonexistent tongue. “Boo~ And here I thought you missed me~”

You fight the corners of your mouth from rising as you give a roll of your eyes. “Standard procedure,” you tell him, plucking your handy notepad and pen from your coat pocket. “Just like last time.”

“Is it not procedure to do this at the station?” 

“That is the usual place, yes,” you say, giving your pen life as you swirl circles in the corner of the page to get ink flowing, “for officers to maintain control and ensure the safety of others.” You lift your eyes to him. “As someone who is qualified to do both, I trust you’ll keep yourself composed?”

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Special Delivery - Wriothesley

Author Notes: It has been a journey in learning how to spell this man's name. This fic honestly just sort of happened. I didn't have a song I listened to while I wrote it and didn't really exactly have an idea either, outside of the fact that I've always though guys should get flowers just like girls. After all, flowers are pretty. I leave it up to you to decide what sort of flower was gifted here though. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-Neutral Reader/ Fluff/ Flirtation/ Teasing

Word Count: 1308

Just as it was with other nations, there were many, many different jobs and positions that one could hold in Fontaine.

But yours was very unique.

It wasn’t that you were anything nearly so grandiose as the receptionist to the revered Iudex or the widely-beloved Archon. And you also didn’t work for the Spina de Rosula or The Steambird.

No. You didn’t hold a position quite that illustrious. Instead, you were a delivery person.

You delivered ingredients, bandages, medicine, and, yes, even teas to the infamous Fortress of Meropide. After all, while such commodities were the norm of the Overworld, finding the same goods at the bottom of the sea was hardly possible. So you delivered them. Sometimes making two to three runs between the sunny upper side of Fontaine and the dark prison hidden in the depths.

 Your delivery runs were always waited for with bated breath by the people within the massive prison complex. Especially when the denizens of the depths knew you were going to be bringing special commodities, such as books for Sigewinne sent from Monsieur Neuvillette himself.

You strolled through the metal hallways with purpose as you went to make your final delivery for the day, and no one looked twice as you marched right up to the warden’s office and went in with barely even a pause.

Most inmates had no clue as to what you might be delivering to the duke who guarded these halls. You almost always had to make a stop at his office, though, and most preferred not to think too hard about what might be in the box you were carrying.

But, despite their fears, you held nothing quite so terrifying as what they might suspect. In fact, the box you held against your hip always held the exact same thing. Namely, tea.

To be fair, he usually requested an assortment of varying teas, but the regularity of his orders was somewhat concerning, and it might be worth mentioning to Sigewinne as to whether excessive consumption of tea could be detrimental to his health.

You walked up the steps silently as you entered the well-appointed office that you were now quite used to. Though you did have to wonder where the man in question hid his doubtlessly impressive tea stash since all the shelves of his bookcases were filled with books.

“There you are,” Wriothesley’s pale eyes immediately lifted from where he’d been looking at a stack of papers so that he was looking up to where you’d appeared at the top of the staircase as he stood from behind his desk. Almost like he’d been waiting for you. Or rather, more than likely, his beloved tea.

He walked around the desk with a slight smile as he met you halfway and accepted the box from your arm before immediately sitting it down so that he might peer inside at its contents. And you waited patiently as his gaze scanned container after container of fine tea and tea blends, nodding approvingly at certain intervals before he at last looked your way once more, “Perfect as always.”

There was a subtly teasing lilt to his voice that had you smiling before you shifted and revealed what you’d been hiding behind your back with that hand that had not been occupied by tea.

“Special delivery,” You announced cheerily as Wriothesley’s gaze darted between the potted plant in your hand and you. His expression shifting amusingly from curiosity to confusion.

After a brief moment of silence, he sighed, almost as if surrendering, “Y/n, you’re gonna have to help me here. I’m not the most well-versed in the language of flowers, but is this some form of hate mail from the House of Hearth or something?”

You rolled your eyes before handing the fully bloomed flower to him, “No, Sigewinne’s been telling me about how you’ve been staying holed up in your office, and you’ve mentioned that you rarely get to see flowers since you’re usually stuck down here in the fortress. I bought this for you to try and brighten the place up,” You gestured widely to the room as you finished, still smiling at the man who continued to stare at you.

“So you bought this for me?” He clarified with raised eyebrows, causing you to nod in amusement before you saw the glimmer that entered his eyes at your wordless response. A small, childish part of you whispered that you never should’ve entertained the thought of buying him a gift, but you ignored such thoughts.

Instead, you focused on the man in front of you as you braced for whatever it was he was going to say next.

“Well, something coming as a gift from you certainly is a ��special delivery,’ but I must say, you’ve done what most can’t. You’ve surprised me, Y/n.” He paused, eyeing you closely, before pressing a hand to his chest with a grin slipping onto his face, “I never expected you to try and woo me.”

Somehow, you weren’t even surprised by his words as you leaned relaxedly against his desk and sat the gift down, causing the flower to bob lightly. “And what makes you think that this is me wooing you?”

He leaned forward, that grin still on his face as he spoke once more, “Isn’t that what gifts of flowers usually mean?”

Unperturbed by his teasing, you tilted your head, “Weren’t you the one who just implied that this plant was flower-coded hate mail to start with? And flowers are common get-well-soon gifts anyway; they don’t necessarily have anything to do with romance or wooing.”

“But I’m not sick,” He was quick to point out his apparently good health almost immediately. Straightening with an almost smug grin that had you shaking your head slightly.

You smiled at him innocently, though, automatically reminding him of Siegwinne’s concerns regarding his habit of holing himself up in his office, “But Sigewinne is worried.” 

He mimicked your motions, propping against the desk and half-caging you in with his body but still leaving your escape open, “Is this why you've been delivering such especially high-quality teas?”

You grinned slightly, despite yourself, at the man before you gestured lightly to the now abandoned box that sat on his desk next to him, “That’s the brand you always request, Lord Duke.”

His title slipped off your tongue easily, and you stared at each other silently. Wearing matching grins and similarly bright eyes as you each waited for the other one to make the next move.

After a moment, though, he shrugged and leaned back. Seemingly giving up even though that tell-tale glimmer still hadn’t left his eyes, “If you say so. I still find it suspicious, though.”

You held out his receipt for the delivery, watching as he took and signed it obediently before handing it back over. You accepted the slip of paper, having to actually tug it out of his hand as his gaze held yours with that persistently amused smile. But this was becoming a steadily more common set of interactions with you. A careful dance of teasing that he almost always slipped some form of flirtation into. 

You were still smiling as you finally managed to free the paper from his grasp without it tearing and without having to grasp it with both hands and yank it out of his hand, “Duly noted.”

He snorted slightly at your words but didn’t respond, and with that you were on your way. Not stopping until you were outside of his office and being greeted by Sigewinne.

“Did he like the flower?” The Melusine’s eyes were wide with giddy curiosity, and you paused. 

A smile flickered across your face as thought back to Wriotheseley’s amused grin, teasing tone, and glimmering eyes before you nodded, feeling oddly satisfied with yourself, “You know, I believe he did.”

[starmocha]

Xavier: concerned

Rafayel: you can't be sad if I make you laugh 🥰

Zayne: ight imma head out

[gojoshooter]

Hiii! okay so I was wondering how you think Gojo would react to a sorcerer reader, who’s always kind of indifferent about what goes on in the jujutsu world (like just does not care, she’s there to do her job and go) genuinely asking him something like “So do you actually have six eyes or is that just like a nickname? Do you wear the blindfold to hide them or…?” maybe he could have a crush on her idk whatever you wanna do I just thought it would be a funny scenario - 🍰

hello 🍰 you still there? 😭 this took so late but enjoy bb!

Silly-six-eye Satoru!? hell yes

“or what? you thought they're joking or something, y/n?” he loves to mansplain his junior so fucking much.

oh how he enjoys your innocent doe eyes widening, trusting his words blindly... so adorable of you. “six... six eyes in a row?” you ask softly, round, curious pair of eyes looking up at his blindfolded ones.

“riiiight, six of them in a row, all aligned and waiting to be let free” he chuckles and tucks a couple fingers behind his black strap, acting as if he's about to take his blinds off

“N-NO!” you pull his hands away with a yank, making Gojo chortle like the jerk he is. Gojo watches you all timid, still holding his hands away from him so he doesn't reveal his 'horrifying six eyes'. He knew messing you up would be worth it.

And since then whenever he tries to approach you, you just sprint away 😭 he finds that super adorable

But eventually, one day he decides to sit you down cause he thinks he has troubled you enough for years worth teasing to come and so he removes his blindfolds. It's just so funny to him cause the way you braced yourself to encounter the biblically accurate gojo...

But man-o-man, now your crush is back and it's bigger than ever *wink wink*

A/N: i think i'm slowly starting to understand gojo cus there's no way he wouldn't take the chance to be an absolute skunk (to ppl he has an interest in)

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Experiment

Natasha Romanoff x Reader , spicy

Before the stark event

Nat: take it off

Nat: Good girl

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

virgin!Megumi

A/N: Who has time to fuck when they're too busy kickin ass? Also.. Kinda went overboard on this one. Was trying to keep it pg-13, maybe get to a lil nc-17 but ended with straight porn! 🤣🤣

virgin!Megumi isn't really sure how this happened.. He's not blind to the opposite sex. Knows what women think of him, how they stare when he walks by; easily notices his female teammates eye-fucking him as they spar. So why the fuck hasn't he gotten his dick wet yet? Well.. Unfortunately for them, he's more interested in how you see him. "Lookin good, Gumi. Such a fuckin tease, know that? When you gone let me hit?" You whisper in his ear, giggling and smackin his ass when you walk by during his match. 'What. The. Entire. Fuck.' He thinks, gaze fixed on your cute lil wink and sway of your curvy hips. Your beautiful body is unmatched to him, makes him lose focus as he watches you walk away. Can't really be blamed for the way he stares, cheeks warm from your public teasing. It's not his fault he ends up face down in the ground while Yuji does a spit-take, clutching his sides laughing at how Megumi groans and coughs out a mouth full of dirt. "Dude! Never turn your back on your opponent." "No shit, Itadori!" He's half hard and embarrassed as shit right now thanks to you.

virgin!Megumi knows that your lil show of dominance was actually pretty tame- considering your usual antics. He's 100% sure you know about his little predicament and use it to your advantage any chance you get. "Oh what the fuck!" Megumi's shout pulls you downstairs to see what the hells goin on. He looks so cute: got your flower apron on, kitchen towel on his shoulder as he struggles opening a can with damp fingers. "Awww, my poor baby havin some trouble?" You chuckle at him, taking the jar poppin it open with ease, and set it on the counter. "No, it's cause- well obviously I could've done that myself! My hands.. It's just cause my fingers are wet." He sputters but you don't bother payin attention. You're slinkin up to his fine ass, nosing into his pale throat, peckin slow sweet kisses. "Mmm, Gumi. Taste so good. Wonder where else you taste good.." Oh, how he's so willing to let you find out. Your body presses into his side, perky brown titties pushing against his arm, adoring how he immediately comes undone for you. His head tilts as he whines your name, hips jerking as you lick at his skin. "So needy already. Poor thing. Only takes a kiss to your pretty throat.. Now you're ready to buss a big nut for me, huh baby?" He's nodding before you can get the question out. What a goddamn sight.. Megumi holding tight at your waist, dick tenting deliciously as he humps into the air. Fuck, he'd kill every curse on earth just to feel your dainty fingers wrap around him. Why does it always feel so dam amazing when you've barely touched him? "Know what would feel soooo good, princess? If you cum for me, right here- right now." More pretty moans before he gives you an unintelligible "N-not a princess." You smirk, hand creepin up to yank his head back by a fist full of his dark hair and grace him with one last harsh nip. He sounds so pretty when he gives you a loud whiny "Fuck!" Your too fuckin estatic to witness Megumi's eager sounds, pretty face pinched up as shivers run throughout his perfect athletic body. All of his reactions only for you.. So you palm down his thick clothed cock once as a reward. His whimpers are so fuckin pathetic, that paired with the cum stain quickly spreading across the fat bulge in his pants. "Seriously, Megumi?" you laugh heartily, slapping his toned ass once and heading back upstairs. Your boyfriend gazes at your exit with glazed eyes before thumping his head back into the cupboard to stare at the ceiling. "Fuckin woman's gonna be the death of me." He mutters under his breath as shame creeps in once again.

virgin!Megumi loves when you give him lessons on how to please you. As much as he's dying to cram his dick into you, he thinks learning how to make you feel good is so much more important. So Megumi sits on his knees, naked from the waist down on the floor by the foot of the bed; cock harder than it's ever been as he gives himself quick sloppy strokes. He's absolutely engrossed with your fingers playing between your thick cocoa thighs. Bright white teeth clench together at the sight, trapping his dark blue t-shirt in-between. "Y/n, come closer. Please! Wanna see you up close." Words muffled but hopin you understand. You're so preoccupied with the pleasure, eyes closed as you scoot to the edge of the bed to give him a better view of your nude body. You pick up the pace of the 2 fingers slippin in and out of your tight gushy hole. The sounds of your lil puss fill the room, adding to the slaps of his handjob and both of your heavy pants. "Fuuuuck, love when you watch me play with my pussy. Mmm, yeeesss- so good! You like it t-too, right Gumi?" The breathless way you say his name has him agreeing before he can process what your asking. It's the fuckin truth anyway. "So damn perfect, y/n. I swear it. Never seen anyone more beautiful." He vows, leaning in close as you bring your other hand down to rub your clit in quick messy circles. "Ahhh! My Go- getting so close baby. Turnin me on so much. Kiss me! Kiss me Gumi, pleeeeease." Megumi's never heard you sound so submissive, so utterly feminine as you get closer to your high. "Okay, honey, okay.." He springs to his feet, snatchin his shirt over his head before caging your sweaty brown body with his. Feels fucking incredible when his body pins yours to the bed, hard dick pokin at your slit. Removing your hands to clutch at his back as the feeling of his dry humpin amps you up. "Fuck, Gumiiii! Dont wanna rush you, jus- ohmyGod! Cant wait anymore, baby. Just the tip, yeah? Please Gumi, just lemme have the tip!" Those rosy lips melt into yours passionately at your earlier request as well as to silence your filthy mouth before you make him nut, but you can barely keep up. Orgasm hittin so viciously, you're doing more moaning than kissing into Megumi's mouth. And boy does he fucking loves it, inhaling each one as he continues to press his mouth over yours. His body slides repeatedly against your own, itchin to give you his cock. The rough pressure on your clit keeps you mindless as your please alternate between "Please, Gumi, please.." and "dick, just the tip.." 'Fuck it.' He thinks, cock slippin clumsily against your hole before he angles just right and forces the head of his dick between your walls. You're insides suffocate him, hug him lovingly as he immediately gives you 3 jerky thrusts that have you wailing. "Thank you baby. Ah, ah, ah! Th-thank you, so fuckin much!" The way you sound, the wet warmth on his cock.. It's all just so damn nerve-wracking, so mind-blowing and he cant take it anymore. A thunderous groan permeates the room before Megumi goes silent, stiff as a board ontop you when he pulls out to pour his nut out all over your pussy lips. Rubbing your hands down your boyfriend's flushed back soothingly as you feel his hot cum cover your cunt, raining drips down your ass crack. Fuck, what a mess. "Good boy, Megumi. Such a good boy for me." You tell him as he gasps into the side of you neck.

[lila-lou]

✨Youth✨

Summary: After another argument with his wife, Jensen ends up alone in a bar. When he meets you, he is quickly drawn by your carefree youth.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, dirty talk, rough sex, language, age gap, cheating

Word Count: 4597

A/N: No hate towards anybody. It's just fiction.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

It was some Thursday evening when Jensen was sitting alone in a bar in the middle of Austin.

He sat at the counter, nursing a drink, his mind consumed by yet another argument with his wife. For over four interminable years, the thought of divorce had lingered like a shadow at the edge of his consciousness, but the specter of his children and the looming threat of financial ruin held him captive in a loveless marriage.

Lost in his thoughts, he was jolted awake by the approach of a young woman, her youthful allure a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within him. She flashed him a dazzling smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she slid onto the stool beside him.

"Rough night?", she asked, her voice sweet as sugar.

Jensen couldn't help but return her smile, captivated by her radiant presence. "You could say that", he replied, his voice tinged with wistfulness.

Undeterred, the woman leaned in closer, her laughter like a melody in the air. "Well, how about we make it a little less rough?", she suggested, her words laced with a tantalizing promise.

As they bantered back and forth, Jensen found himself drawn to her effortless charm, the weight of his burdens momentarily forgotten in her company. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy of a life unencumbered by responsibility.

As the night wore on, they laughed and flirted, sharing stories and secrets as if they had known each other for a lifetime. And in that fleeting moment of connection, Jensen felt a glimmer of hope stirring within him, a whisper of possibility amidst the chaos of his crumbling marriage.

As the bar began to empty, Jensen reluctantly prepared to bid farewell to the captivating young woman who had momentarily lifted his spirits. With a heavy heart, he watched as she gathered her belongings, preparing to leave.

"Leaving already?", he asked, his voice tinged with regret.

The woman flashed him a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "I'm afraid so", she replied, a hint of disappointment in her tone.

But before she could slip away, Jensen reached out, his hand gently clasping her arm. "Wait", he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Surprised, the woman turned back to him, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Everything okay?", she asked, concern coloring her words.

Jensen hesitated, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. "Do you have any plans for the rest of the night?", he asked, his voice tentative.

The woman regarded him for a moment, uncertainty clouding her features. "Not particularly", she admitted. "Why do you ask?".

"How about we grab another drink? Somewhere a little quieter?", he suggested, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes.

The woman studied him for a moment, her gaze searching his face for any sign of insincerity. But finding none, she returned his smile.

"Sure", she said, her voice filled with newfound enthusiasm. "Lead the way".

With a renewed sense of purpose, Jensen rose from his seat, a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. And as they stepped out into the cool night air, he allowed himself to forget everything except the girl next to him.

Side by side, they walked through the deserted streets, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the silence.

"So, tell me about yourself", Jensen began, his voice tentative yet eager.

You glanced at him, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "What do you want to know?", you asked, your tone teasing.

Jensen hesitated, unsure of where to begin. But then, emboldened by the anonymity of the night, he decided to take a leap of faith.

"I want to know about the real you", he said, his voice low and earnest. "The parts you don't usually share with strangers".

You regarded him for a moment, your gaze softening with understanding. "Alright", you said. "But fair warning, you asked for it".

As you walked, your conversation drifted effortlessly towards more intimate topics, your words a tapestry of shared confessions and unspoken desires. With each passing moment, Jensen felt himself opening up in ways he never thought possible, the barriers he had erected around his heart slowly crumbling in the presence of you.

And then, your conversation took an even more intimate turn, the topic of your own miserable sex lives hanging heavy in the air like a forbidden fruit waiting to be plucked.

Jensen couldn't shake the feeling of nostalgia that washed over. Your youthful exuberance and carefree spirit reminded him of a time long gone, a time when the world was filled with endless possibilities and the future stretched out before him like an open road.

"You know", he began, his voice tinged with a hint of longing, "I used to have a lot more fun before I got married".

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Tell me more", you teased.

Jensen chuckled, the memories flooding back with startling clarity. "Back then, I didn't have a care in the world. It was all about living in the moment, seizing every opportunity that came my way", he explained, a smile playing on his lips.

"And the sex", he added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Fuck, the sex was wild. No rules, no boundaries, just pure, unadulterated passion".

"Sounds like you had quite a few adventurous years", you remarked, a hint of admiration in your voice.

Jensen nodded, a nostalgic twinkle in his eye. "I did", he admitted. "But then life happened, and before I knew it, I was knee-deep in responsibilities and obligations".

As you walked on, Jensen couldn't help but admire your youthful beauty. In your presence, he felt a sense of longing stir within him, a yearning for the carefree days of his youth when the world was his for the taking.

Jensen's voice, low and tinged with longing, broke the silence. "You know", he began, his words carrying a weight of confession, "I miss the thrill of a more adventurous sex life. The… rough stuff".

Your eyes sparkled as you turned to him, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "Oh, I know exactly what you mean", you replied. "But do tell me more".

Jensen took a deep breath, emboldened by your encouragement. "I miss the excitement, the unpredictability", he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "And the way younger girls bring a certain... something unused to the experience".

"I just want a man who knows how to take charge", you confessed.

You continued and told Jensen what you liked in bed and how no one had really managed to do it for you before

Jensen found himself growing increasingly aroused by your confession, his thoughts consumed by fantasies of fulfilling your deepest desires. Feeling a stirring of nervous excitement, Jensen’s heart raced as he struggled to contain the torrent of desire that threatened to consume him. Yet, emboldened by your candidness, he couldn’t resist the urge to flirt back, his words dripping with innuendo and suggestion.

“You have no idea what your words do to me”, he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

His words, laden with longing and need, sent a shiver of excitement coursing down your spine.

A nervous giggle escaped your lips as you met his gaze, your own desire mirrored in the depths of his eyes. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea", you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I want to hear you say it".

Jensen's breath hitched at your response, his heart pounding in his chest. "I want you", he confessed, his voice raw with need. "I want to fuck you so good until you beg me to stop”.

Your pulse quickened at his declaration, your body thrumming with anticipation as you felt the heat of his gaze upon you.

Feeling a surge of excitement, you took Jensen's hand in yours, your touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins. You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Follow me".

Jensen's heart raced at your command, his desire for you reaching a fever pitch as he eagerly complied. With a sense of urgency, you set off through the streets, as you made your way towards your apartment.

And as you finally reached your building, the air hummed with the promise of what was to come.

With a sense of urgency, you led Jensen inside, your movements confident and sure.

With a seductive smile, you shrugged off your jacket, letting it fall to the floor in a silent invitation. Your movements were fluid and graceful, each sway of your hips sending a surge of desire coursing through Jensen's veins.

As you moved towards the kitchen, you cast a playful glance over your shoulder, catching Jensen's eye with a knowing smirk. Without a word, you reached into the fridge, retrieving two ice-cold beers and popping the caps off with a deft twist of your wrist.

Jensen couldn't tear his gaze away as you bent down to grab the beers, the curve of your ass accentuated by the tight fabric of your dress. His pulse quickened at the sight.

With a saucy grin, you straightened up, holding out one of the beers to Jensen with a playful wink. "Thirsty?", you purred.

Jensen nodded, his mouth suddenly dry as he accepted the beer from your outstretched hand. "You have no fucking idea", he replied, his voice husky with desire.

Your fingers brushed for a fleeting moment, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you both. You settled onto the couch, your bodies inches apart.

Jensen´s heart raced with anticipation as he shifted closer, his body instinctively drawn to yours like a moth to a flame.

Feeling your presence beside him, Jensen's senses heightened, every movement and gesture amplified by the intoxicating allure of your proximity. He licked his lips nervously, his gaze flickering to your face as he struggled to contain the desire that burned within him.

Meanwhile, you sat nearby, your gaze fixed on Jensen with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Your face rested in your hand, your arm casually draped over the back of the sofa as you observed the unfolding scene with keen interest.

Jensen's breathing grew heavy as he felt your eyes on him. With a shaky breath, he turned his face towards you, his lips parting in a silent question.

"What do you think about?", he asked, his voice husky.

Your lips curved into a knowing smile as you met his gaze. “I think", you replied, your voice low and sultry, "that you're thinking about the same thing I am".

Jensen's pulse quickened at your words. With a hungry look in his eyes, he leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered, "And what might that be?".

Your smile widened into a playful grin as you also leaned in closer, your lips tantalizingly close to his ear. "I think", you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, "that we're both thinking about how good it's going to feel when you finally bury yourself deep inside me ".

With a primal growl of need, Jensen closed the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss.

Your mouths moved together in a heated dance of tongues and lips. Jensen's hands roamed eagerly over your body, tracing every curve.

Feeling you respond to his touch, Jensen's desire intensified, his need for you becoming a relentless ache deep within his core. With a bold move, he pulled you onto his lap, the heat of your body pressing against his.

As you continued to kiss, Jensen's arousal surged, his erection straining against the confines of his now uncomfortably tight jeans. The ache between his legs only served to fuel his desire, his need for release.

With a low groan of frustration, Jensen shifted uncomfortably, the pressure of his arousal pressing insistently against your body. He could feel the heat of you through the thin fabric of your clothing, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him.

But even as his desire threatened to consume him, Jensen couldn't tear himself away from your lips. With each kiss, each caress, he felt himself falling deeper under your spell, lost in a whirlwind of passion and longing that left him dizzy with need.

As you pressed yourself tighter against Jensen's throbbing arousal, a low growl of desire escaped his lips.

With a husky voice, Jensen whispered into your ear, his words dripping with desire. "You feel so good against me", he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I can't wait to make you feel even better".

Your breath hitched at his words, a shiver of anticipation running down your spine. You leaned back, exposing your neck to him. Unable to resist the temptation, Jensen trailed kisses along the curve of your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He savored the taste of your skin, the sweetness driving him crazy.

As he kissed your neck, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer with a sense of urgency. Your nails grazed lightly against his scalp.

As Jensen's hands moved to pull off your clothes, a surge of primal desire consumed him. With each garment removed, he admired the youthful beauty of your body, his gaze lingering on your curves with a hunger that bordered on obsession.

"You're so beautiful", he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I could spend hours touching every inch of you".

Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as you met his gaze, your eyes smoldering with desire. "I want you", you confessed, your voice breathless with need. "I need you".

With a hungry look in his eyes, Jensen continued to admire your naked form, his hands tracing the contours of your skin

"Fuck, you're perfect", he breathed, his voice husky with longing.

As Jensen's lips trailed down your neck, a soft moan escaped your lips, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. With each kiss, each suck, you felt yourself growing more and more aroused.

"Oh, Jensen", you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "That feels so good"-

Encouraged by your response, Jensen continued his ministrations, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of your exposed skin. The softness of your flesh driving him wild with desire.

As he reached your breasts, Jensen's mouth watered at the sight of them, their perfect shape and form calling out to him like a siren's song. With a sense of reverence, he took one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling gently as he teased it with his tongue.

Your breath hitched at the sensation, your hands tangling in Jensen's hair as you arched your back, offering yourself up to him completely.

"Jensen", you moaned, your voice a breathless plea.

Without a word, Jensen scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards your bedroom with a sense of urgency. He stumbled through the darkness, your bodies pressed together in a frantic embrace.

Finally, you reached your bedroom.

You knelt down before Jensen. With shaky fingers, you reached for his belt, your movements slow and uncertain as you struggled to control yourself.

Jensen watched you with a mixture of amusement and desire, his ego swelling with satisfaction at the sight of your submission.

With a deep breath, you continued to undress him. As you pulled down his jeans to reveal the full extent of his arousal, your breath caught in your throat at the sight, your eyes widening.

"Come on, sweetheart", he murmured. "I know you can handle it."

Your heart raced at his words, a shiver of fear running down your spine as you gazed up at him. His size intimidated you, but a part of you craved the challenge, the thrill of pushing your limits and surrendering yourself completely to him.

Jensen smirked at your reaction.

With a newfound determination, you reached out to touch him, your fingers still trembling as you wrapped them around his throbbing length.

His size was more than you were accustomed to, and you struggled to take him fully into your mouth. With each attempt, you bobbed your back and forth, your lips stretched tight around him as you tried to accommodate his girth.

Jensen groaned in pleasure as he felt your warm mouth enveloping him, your efforts to please him driving him wild with desire. He watched with a mixture of arousal and amusement as you struggled with his size, your determination to please him evident in every movement.

"That's it, baby", he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Take as much as you can".

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at your inability to fully satisfy him, but you refused to give up. You redoubled your efforts, your tongue swirling around him as you tried to find a rhythm that worked for both of you.

Jensen's pleasure intensified as he felt your efforts, your dedication to pleasing him.

As Jensen's desire reached a crescendo, he felt a surge of primal instinct take hold. With a commanding grip, he gently guided your head, urging you to take him deeper into your mouth.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt Jensen's firm hand guiding your movements. Despite your initial apprehension, you surrendered to his touch, allowing him to take control as you continued to pleasure him.

Jensen groaned in pleasure as he felt your lips tighten around him, your mouth stretching. With each thrust, he felt himself growing closer to the edge.

Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as you struggled to keep up with Jensen's pace. Your throat constricted around him as you fought to take him in, the sensation both overwhelming and exhilarating.

With a gasp for air, you pushed against his thighs, desperately trying to free yourself from his grasp.

Sensing your distress, Jensen quickly stepped out of his jeans, releasing you from his hold. With a swift motion, he pushed you roughly onto the bed, his movements fueled by a desire to claim you completely.

You lay beneath him, your chest heaving with exertion as you tried to catch your breath. Your eyes widened in anticipation as Jensen spread your legs apart, his gaze fixated on your glistening folds with hunger.

Jensen's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him, the sight of your young and glistening pussy filling him with an overwhelming sense of desire. "You're so beautiful", he murmured, his voice husky with lust. "So perfect".

Your cheeks flushed with arousal at his words, your body quivering with anticipation as you awaited his touch. Jensen leaned in close, his lips grazing against your inner thigh as he teased you with his proximity.

As Jensen's lips met your delicate skin, a shudder of pleasure ran through your body, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. With each gentle kiss, each teasing caress, you felt yourself melting under his touch, your arousal building with every passing second.

Jensen's tongue traced a path along your inner thigh, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your veins. You arched your back, your breath hitching in your throat as you yearned for his touch, your body trembling with desire.

Jensen closed the distance between you, his lips finding your glistening folds. He savored the taste of you, the sweetness of your arousal.

Your moans filled the air as Jensen's skilled tongue danced across your sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in relentless waves. You clung to the sheets beneath you, your fingers digging into the fabric as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

With each flick of his tongue, each suck, Jensen brought you closer and closer to the edge, his expert ministrations pushing you to the brink of ecstasy. And as you teetered on the edge of oblivion, you gave yourself over to the pleasure completely, your body trembling with the force of your release.

But before you could catch your breath, Jensen was upon you, his desire for you burning like a wildfire. He positioned himself between your trembling thighs, his throbbing length poised at the entrance to your tight, quivering heat.

Your eyes widened in anticipation as you felt Jensen's hardness pressing against you, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. You were so tight, so achingly perfect, that Jensen found himself completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

With a primal growl of need, Jensen pushed himself inside you, his cock sinking into your depths with a force that took both of you by surprise. You gasped in pleasure as you felt him fill you completely, your body stretching to accommodate his size.

Jensen's breath came in ragged gasps as he began to move, his hips rocking rhythmically against yours as he plunged deeper and deeper into your warmth. With each thrust, he felt himself growing more and more lost in the heat of their passion.

As Jensen surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure of your union, he couldn't help but marvel at the tightness of your young body.

"You're so tight, baby", he groaned, his voice thick with lust as he buried himself deeper inside you. "So fucking tight".

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, a shiver of pleasure coursing through you as you felt him filling.

“Bet you wish your wife was as tight as me, huh?”, you teased, moaning.

"You think you're tighter?", he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "Let me show you how tight you can be".

With a hungry gleam in his eyes, Jensen's thrusts grew more forceful, his need for you pushing him to new heights.

"Is that all you've got?", you taunted, your voice laced with desire as you egged him on. "I thought you were supposed to be a real man".

Jensen's grip tightened around your throat, his dominance asserting itself as he pressed you into the mattress with a primal force. "You have no idea what a real man can do", he growled, his voice rough with desire.

You gasped as Jensen's fingers dug into your skin, the mixture of pleasure and pain driving you wild with need. "Show me", you whispered.

You moaned loudly as the intensity of Jensen's thrusts grew, the force of his movements bruising your delicate flesh and causing you to wince in discomfort. But even as you struggled to catch your breath, your desire for him burned hotter than ever.

Feeling your resistance waning, Jensen's grip tightened around your throat even more, with a force that left you seeing stars. The sensation of his hands around your neck sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, the line between pain and pleasure blurring into a haze of desire.

Your body trembling with the force of your arousal. With each thrust, each choked gasp for air, you felt herself teetering on the edge of oblivion.

"You're such a slut for me, aren't you?", he growled, his voice thick with lust as he pounded into you relentlessly. "You love it when I treat you rough, don't you?".

Your breath hitched at his words, a flush of arousal spreading across your skin. Despite the growing ache in your body, you couldn't deny the electric thrill of the intensity.

"Yes", you gasped, your voice barely a whisper.

Emboldened by your response, Jensen's movements grew even more aggressive, his hands gripping your hips with a force that left bruises in their wake.

With a rough shove, Jensen you onto your stomach, his desire to dominate you overpowering any concerns for your comfort. As he pushed into you from behind with even more force, you cried out in ecstasy, your body quivering with pleasure.

"You're just a little whore, aren't you?", he snarled, his voice low as he pounded into you relentlessly. "You love it when I use you like this, don't you?".

"Yes", you moaned.

Jensen´s hand coming down in a sharp slap against your exposed flesh.

You gasped as the sting of his hand sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your skin tingling with the sensation. Despite the pain, you found yourself craving more, your desire for him overwhelming any concerns for your own comfort.

"Such a naughty little slut", Jensen growled.

“I want more", you gasped.

Jensen continued to deliver sharp slaps to your ass, each one sending you closer to the brink of ecstasy.

As your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave of pleasure, your body clenched around Jensen with a newfound intensity, driving him to the brink of madness. Every muscle in your body tensed with the force of your release, your inner walls pulsating rhythmically around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

Jensen groaned as he felt your tightness envelop him completely, the sensation driving him wild with desire. With each pulsating throb of your inner muscles, he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge, his need for release becoming almost unbearable.

But even as he teetered on the brink of ecstasy, Jensen refused to let himself succumb to the overwhelming pleasure. With a low growl, he continued to pound into you with force.

"You like that, huh?", he growled. "You like feeling me deep inside you, filling you up?".

"Yes", you gasped again. "I want you to fuck me harder. I want to feel you deep inside me".

His grip on your hips tightening with each rough thrust

As your passion reached its peak, Jensen and you surrendered yourselves completely to the fiery intensity of your desire. With one final, primal thrust, Jensen buried himself deep inside you, his body trembling with the force of his release.

You cried out in ecstasy as you felt him pulsating within you, another climax crashing over you in a tidal wave of pleasure.

With a guttural moan of satisfaction, Jensen collapsed against you, your bodies entwined in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat.

You couldn't help but grin as you watched Jensen catch his breath, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. With a playful glint in your eyes, you reached out to trace a finger along the contours of his face.

After a while, Jensen rose from the bed and began to dress, a sense of bittersweet reality settled over the room.

You watched him with a mixture of longing and resignation, your heart heavy. As he buttoned up his shirt, Jensen turned to face you, a hesitant expression on his face.

"Can I... can I get your number?", he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. You paused for a moment, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of sadness and resolve.

"I'm sorry", you replied gently. "But that was my last one-night stand. I'm looking for something more serious now".  

Jensen's heart sank at your words, a pang of regret coursing through him. "But", you continued, your voice tinged with warmth, "if you ever decide to truly make a change and get a divorce, hit me up”.

With a nod, Jensen absorbed your words, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. He gathered his belongings, a sense of longing tugging at his heart as he made his way to the door.

As he stepped out into the night, the cool air washing over him, Jensen couldn't shake the feeling of hope that stirred within him. Perhaps one day, when he was truly ready to make a change, he would find his way back to you.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰