#inexperienced

[sadnymi]

「 ✦ Euphoria. ✦ 」

[Mattheo riddle x Inexperienced!reader]

Request: can you perhaps do an inexperienced reader x mattheo with like thigh riding and dry humping .

Words: 2.400

Warning: thighs riding, dry humping, f(orgasm), fluff ,smut .

Sat alone at the top of the Astronomy Tower, hidden away from prying eyes, consumed by the weight of my emotions. Tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably, my sobs echoing off the stone walls as I struggled to contain the storm raging within me.

Suddenly, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see Mattheo, his concerned eyes searching mine. He pushed the strands of hair away from my face, brushing away the tears with a tenderness that made my heart ache.

"What's wrong, my love?" he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "Why are you crying like this Y/N?"

I hiccupped through my tears, unable to form words as the pain threatened to overwhelm me. But Mattheo pulled me into his arms, holding me close as he whispered sweet words of comfort and reassurance.

"Shh, it's okay," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my wounded soul. "You can tell me anything, darling. I promise I'll fix it for you. I hate to see tears in those beautiful eyes."

His words melted away the walls around my heart, and I buried my face in his chest, letting myself be enveloped by his love and warmth. In that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as I had Mattheo by my side, everything would be okay.

“He called me a prude," I choked out, my voice trembling with emotion. "He said I ruined our date because I wouldn't let him touch me. He said so many hurtful things...".

Mattheo's expression softened with understanding as he listened attentively, his arms wrapped protectively around me. "I'm so sorry, my love," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"You did nothing wrong. You have every right to set boundaries and expect respect and he’s going to pay for each tear that falls from your eyes."

His words washed over me like a soothing balm, calming the storm of doubts and insecurities raging within me. "I just wanted to feel wanted," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "To go on a date like the other girls..."

"You are wanted, more than you could ever know," he insisted, his gaze burning with intensity. "Not by just anyone, but by someone who sees your worth, your beauty, your intelligence, and your kindness. Someone who loves you for exactly who you are."

His words struck a chord deep within me, touching a part of my soul that I had thought long buried beneath layers of self-doubt. "But I'm a prude," I protested weakly, the label still echoing in my mind.

Mattheo's expression softened, his eyes filled with an emotion that sent a shiver down my spine. "You're not,"

"Baby, it's not like that," he reassured me, his voice gentle but firm. "You're not a prude. Those boys don't even deserve one tear from those beautiful eyes."

I gazed at him, my heart swelling with a mixture of love and disbelief at his heartfelt words. His unwavering belief in me, his unwavering love, it was overwhelming. And as I looked into his eyes, filled with an intensity that took my breath away.

"But I'm inexperienced," I admitted quietly, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

His response was immediate, his tone filled with unwavering confidence. "You're just waiting for the right person," he assured me, his gaze steady.

I met his eyes, searching for the courage to express the feelings that swirled within me. I longed to tell him in that moment that he was the only boy who mattered to me, that my heart beat for him alone. But the fear of rejection held me back. He was Mattheo, and I was just me. How could I dare to dream of being more than his best friend?

"But what if the right person never sees me? What if they never develop feelings for me?" I questioned, my voice betraying my uncertainty.

His response was gentle yet firm, his touch tender as he held my face in his hands. "Then you need to look more closely," he replied, his eyes flickering briefly to my lips before meeting mine once more.

As his breath caressed my face, his proximity sending a wave of anticipation coursing through me, I closed my eyes, unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing us together. I felt the gentle brush of his finger against my lower lip, a tender gesture that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.

"Why are you wasting your time with those stupid boys, baby?" his voice was a soft murmur, laden with sincerity and affection. I dared to open my eyes, finding myself lost in the intensity of his gaze. He was so close, his presence enveloping me in warmth and reassurance.

And then, without hesitation, he closed the distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that stole my breath away. His lips were soft, so achingly soft against mine, yet the kiss held a passion and longing that left me utterly breathless.

In that moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of us suspended in time. His lips moved against mine with a gentle urgency, as if he was pouring all his unspoken feelings into the kiss. It was my first kiss, but it felt like so much more – it felt like the culmination of every unspoken desire and every hidden longing we had ever shared.

I melted into his embrace, my hands finding their way to his shoulders as I surrendered myself completely to the intoxicating sweetness of his kiss. The world around us ceased to exist as we lost ourselves in each other, our hearts beating as one in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

And as our lips finally parted, leaving us both breathless and flushed with desire

" you kissed me," I whispered, my voice barely a breath as I searched his eyes for answers.

He smiled, a softness in his gaze that made my heart flutter. "It took me so long to, but I did," he admitted, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and longing.

"Why did you kiss me?" I couldn't help but ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Because I felt like I would have died if I didn't," he confessed, his words sending a thrill of excitement coursing through me.

I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I dared to ask the question that had been lingering on my mind. "Do you... do you like me too?"

His response was immediate, his voice filled with a raw intensity that took my breath away. "Fuck, baby," he moaned, his words a desperate plea. "I'm in love with you. So deeply in love with you."

As he kissed me again, I melted into him, lost in the sensation of his lips against mine. But then I felt something beneath me, and I pulled back, concern etching my features.

"See, that's what you do to me," he murmured, his voice strained with desire.

I gasped, realizing the effect I was having on him. "It feels good," I admitted, my cheeks flushing with heat.

He smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. "What feels good, baby?" he teased, his hands roaming over my body.

"this... Mattheo, oh i this so good I want more ," I confessed, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through me.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his grip tightening on my thighs as I moved against him again.

But then, I felt a pang of worry. "I'm so sorry, Mattheo. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," I babbled, my nerves getting the best of me.

He hushed me gently, his touch soothing my frayed nerves. "Shhh, my sweet girl, you did nothing wrong. It's just... if you continue to do that, it might....." he trailed off, his words leaving me hanging in suspense.

I swallowed hard, feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over me. "Did you ever experience the feeling of orgasm before? I mean, with yourself," he asked softly, his eyes filled with understanding.

I shook my head, feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "No," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

But instead of judgment, I found only warmth and reassurance in his gaze. He smiled gently and kissed me again, his lips tender against mine.

"So that makes you feel good?" he asked, his voice soft with concern. As I nodded, he continued, "I'm going to give you more, but let's take it step by step, okay?"

I nodded eagerly, desperate for more of the pleasure he could offer. And as he trailed kisses along my neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine, I knew that I was in good hands.

As his hands trailed up my thighs, pushing my dress higher until my wet panties were exposed, I felt a surge of anticipation coursing through me. His touch was electric, igniting a fire deep within me that I couldn't extinguish.

With a gentle yet firm hand, he guided me to straddle his thigh, positioning me so that I could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against me. I gasped at the sensation, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

"You're so fucking sexy," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "I love seeing you like this, all wet and ready for me."

I moaned in response, the sensation of his thigh against my throbbing core driving me wild with need. And as he began to move me against him, guiding my hips with his hands, I felt a wave of pleasure building deep within me.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice laced with approval. "That's it, ride my thigh just like that."

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation as he continued to move me against him. With each thrust of my hips, I felt the tension building, the pleasure mounting with every stroke.

His lips found mine in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as he urged me to let go of my inhibitions. "Don't be afraid, baby," he murmured against my lips. "Just feel it."

But with each movement, I could feel my pussy throbbing against his hard thigh, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. And then, as if by instinct, I shifted my hips, seeking more contact, more friction.

Mattheo groaned in response, his grip tightening on my hips as I ground against him with reckless abandon. "Fuck, baby," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so good against me."

And then, as the pleasure reached its peak, I felt something new, something I had never experienced before. It was a tightness in my stomach, a fluttering sensation that seemed to radiate throughout my entire body.

"What... what is this feeling?" I gasped, my voice filled with uncertainty as I struggled to make sense of the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

He kissed and sucked my neck gently, his lips sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. "Don't be afraid, my sweet girl," he whispered. "That's pleasure, and you deserve every bit of it."

I moaned in response, the sensation of his lips against my skin driving me wild with desire. With every movement, I felt myself drawing closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.

I moved my hips against his thigh, craving more of the friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. His grip tightened on my hips, his touch electric as he guided me in my movements.

I felt a new hunger stirring deep within me. I wanted more, I needed more, and I knew that he was the only one who could give it to me.

"Please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper. "I want more."

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust as he moved me against him, his own arousal pressing against me now. "You want more, baby?" he growled, his hands gripping my hips possessively. "Then let me give it to you."

With a wicked grin, he shifted me slightly, guiding me so that I could feel the hard length of his arousal pressing against my soaked panties. As he moved me against him, the friction sent bolts of pleasure shooting through me, and I couldn't help but moan in response.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Feel how hard you make me. Feel what you do to me."

I whimpered as he continued to move me against him, the pleasure mounting with every stroke. His lips found mine in a searing kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as he urged me on.

"Ride me, baby," he growled, his voice filled with hunger. "Show me how much you want it."

With a desperate cry, I began to move against him, my hips rocking back and forth as I sought out the delicious friction he offered. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, building with every stroke until I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy once more.

He watched me with hungry eyes, his hands gripping my hips as he guided me in my movements. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "You're doing so well."

Encouraged by his praise, I moved faster, my body craving more of the pleasure he was giving me. With each thrust, I felt myself drawing closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.

And then, with a cry of pure ecstasy, I felt it happen. My body convulsed with uncontrollable spasms as waves of pleasure crashed over me, and I screamed his name as I tumbled over the edge into oblivion.

He held me close as I trembled with the force of my release, his arms wrapped around me protectively. And as I lay there, spent and sated in his arms, I knew that I had never experienced anything like this before.

He kissed my forehead softly, his lips tender against my skin as he whispered, "You're amazing, baby. Absolutely amazing."

I looked up at him, my body still tingling from the incredible pleasure he had just given me. "Matt, can you make me feel that feeling again? Can you teach me more " I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

His eyes darkened with desire as he gazed down at me, his fingers trailing lightly along my neck. "Fuck, baby," he muttered, his voice husky with need. "The things I want to do to you, the things I'm gonna do to you...".

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[slvttyplum]

NO BECAUSE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE

Inexperienced!reader. But I'm not talking about virgin reader, I'm talking bout reader who doesn't know how to touch herself. When she's told by the jjk men to touch herself she hesitates because she doesn't know how to... but she still wants to be a good girl so she still tries. Inexperienced!reader who's tried to finger herself before, but it felt weird so she stopped and just tried rubbing her clit through her panties because doing it directly feels funny. Inexperienced!reader who's managed to make herself feel good, but has never had an orgasm. Inexperienced!reader who gets shy because she wants to be a good girl but genuinely doesn't know how to play with herself so she just kinda awkwardly reaches down and tries putting a finger in but goes slow bc she's still not used to the feeling. Inexperienced!reader who tears up when the jjk men get frustrated with her and tell her that she can do better but she quite literally can't. Inexperienced!reader who tells the jjk men through lil hiccups and sobs that she doesn't know how to touch herself and is sorry for not being a good girl :( Inexperienced!reader who made a mistake telling the jjk men that because now they're gonna ravish her and are going to have way too much fun showing reader what pleasure is (:<

Sorry I just had to get that out of my head😭

well damn, here we have it folks. you did all the work for me.

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[tomssexdoll]

hello baba

U R NOT going into writer's block say it w me

anyways

give me one where we are inexperienced with giving head and bill (whichever era u choose girly) helps guide us through it and we made him cum

if this isn't detailed enough hmu

u know where to find me

HI AGAIN POOKIE

Inexperienced

PAIRINGS: Bill 2011 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Y/N has been dating her rockstar bf Bill for 6 months. They've been testing things lately and y/n expresses she wants to take things to the next level, she says shes inexperienced in giving head and Bill guides and teaches her. A/N: hi alaiah pookie WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, sucking d

"Hey..Bill?" I approached him softly as he scrolled on his phone on the couch, he looked up and smiled "hey mein liebe, what's up?" he wrapped a hand around my waist and pulled me in closer, giving me a sweet kiss.

"I.." I hesitated, playing with my fingers nervously "I think I want to take things to the next level, you know like, suck your dick.." I couldn't believe that I was actually saying this, blush creeping up my cheeks, super embarassed.

Bills eyes fluttered in surprise, we had been dating for 6 months and had already had sex but we hadn't done something like this. We stuck to the basics, cuddling, sex, kissing.

"I..I mean sure baby..just..right now?" he stroked my back softly, I nodded and grabbed his hand, leading him into our bedroom.

As we got into the bedroom I was getting nervous, the thing he didn't know is I have never done this before, I had barely kissed a guy before Bill, how does he expect me to do this? Was I going to fuck it up? Thoughts raced my mind for a while until Bill snapped me out of my trance, "hey, are you ok? We don't have to do this darling.." he looked worried, fuck.

"No..it's just..I've never sucked dick before.." I looked away, I was so embarassed. "Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of baby, i'll teach you" he grabbed my chin softly and lifted it up for me to look at him, I gulped and nodded softly.

He discussed some things with me before doing it, seeing what position I was most comfortable in. I decided him sitting on the bed and me on my knees was the best shot, afterall the height difference didn't work out if he was standing.

He slowly took his jeans off, exposing his clothed erection. I could see a wet patch on his boxers, "what's that.." I pointed to it, he chuckled "that's pre cum baby..it's a good thing, it means you're turning me on" he winked, I giggled and nodded.

He then pulled his cock out, he was a solid 7 inches and it was girthy. How the fuck was that going to fit? It barely even fit in my pussy.

I sighed nervously and wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping it slowly. He threw his head back and groaned, I felt his cock throb in my hand and smirked.

"Cmon baby..wrap those pretty lips around it" he guided my head, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his tip, he slowly pushed my head down, filling my mouth with his length.

"Mm!" I winced, it was too big and I didn't know how much more I could take. He continued to slowly push my head up and down, guiding it on his cock "it's ok baby..just take it" he comforted me, stroking my hair.

I finally got the hang of it, picking up my pace and jerking off whatever I couldn't fit in my mouth. He moaned lowly, gripping onto the sheets.

I sucked hard and fast, bobbing my head up and down continuously. "Such a good girl f'me..fuck.." he groaned, I smiled at the praises. It was what I needed to build my confidence. I swirled my tongue on his tip to see if it did anything and boy it did, he shut his eyes and moaned loudly, gripping the sheets tighter.

I continued to suck his cock, occasionally swirling my tongue on his sensitive tip to gain a reaction out of him. "Fuck..s'good..gonna cum.." he groaned, I placed my hand on his thigh, sucking faster.

"Holy shit! Gonna cum!" he cried out before shooting a load into my mouth, filling it up with his cum. I looked up at him for guidance, worry in my eyes. "Swallow baby swallow.." he said gently, trying to regain his breath. I swallowed, cringing at the taste.

He chuckled at my reaction, leaning over and kissing the top of my head. "I love you baby..you did so well" I smiled and stood up, my legs slightly wobbly. I sat in his lap and kissed him softly "I love you too."

E/N: Bill looking at me like that is doing things to me

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[simping-for-joe]

Hi! I saw you're taking requests, this might be little long one. I've been sending this request to some writers but I guess they're busy or don't like the idea.

I don't see shit like this anymore but brother's bestfriend Leon?

It can either be re4 Leon or re2 Leon, whatever you want! So basically there's age gap, a lil bit enemies to lovers and brother's bestfriend. If I could write, I'll definitely write this. So reader hates Leon, she thinks he's a fuckboy, but he's not, sure he's been with a few women but he's a cutie patootie who respects women. As for Leon, he's irritated with her because of her attitude towards him.

Maybe inexperienced reader too? Yes, she's had lots of boyfriends, but she's a daddy's girl, daddy taught her that men are the worst and that she should never chase them. She hates it when boys date her for her looks, body, etc. She wants to lose it to the one, ifykwm. Maybe if you can, include brother's reaction to them? (Not in the act, it's uo to you)

You can change some or the whole thing if you'd like, I just want to read some brother's bestfriend Leon😭

Be Somebody to Someone

Brother's Best-friend Leon Kennedy X Inexperienced! Female! reader

Implied sexual themes (I don’t know if this is a warning since nothing happens but making out but I wanted to be safe)

You come home for your brother planning to propose to his girlfriend, You end up meeting Leon Kennedy after years your older brother's best friend who grew up with.

Y/N: Honestly, I love inexperienced reader, cause I think no matter the age Leon would be so patient and sweet with them. Also I remember brother's best friend Leon used to be everywhere and I liked it. Also I'm not a huge enemies to lovers person (expect very specific cases), but I will try my best to put some hostilely in there. Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!

(Title from Someone to You By BANNERS)

You grab your luggage from baggage claim. A soft sigh leaving your lips, your brother was going to propose. Yet, you had been broken up with again. The minute you talked about actual commitment your boyfriends would run off. It was frustrating, and at this point you were just tired. You walk out to see your mom and dad who smile brightly upon seeing you. You get rid of those thoughts as you smile back at them, hugging them tightly.

You watch out the window as they ask you the usual questions. "How are you?" "Any guys you want us to meet?" You reply easily to those questions. It felt a little useless since you weren't the one talking about marriage.

Your relieved when you finally arrive home. Exhaustedly you head up the stairs to your room. After unpacking you lie down in your bed and fall asleep easily.

Laughter wakes you up from your nap, you sigh but head down the stairs. However as you walk down you don't just hear just your mom and dad, no there’s two additional voices.

You walk out into the kitchen and see two people sitting with your parents, Adam, your brother and... Leon Kennedy. The most annoying guy you've had to deal with in your entire life. You could have sworn that your brother and Leon had come out of the womb tied to the hip.

"Well good morning sunshine," you're brought out of your thoughts as your dad addresses you.

"Yeah..." you give a light laugh, and a forced smile.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get home to disappear again?" Adam jokes looking to you.

"Not my fault your slow as hell." You reply annoyed, you sit next to your dad.

"Missed you too sis." Adam replies laughing lightly.

"Also last I checked your girlfriend isn't Leon." You add on, crossing your arms. To which the blonde man laughed a bit.

"Jealous your brother is dating me?" He asks with a smirk as your brother laughs.

"See mom, I've been telling you for years." You gesture to the pair.

"Oh enough from you, besides we love having Leon around." Your mother tries to argue.

"We? Who's we?" You ask, looking between your family members.

"You sure are pissy today." Adam comments to which your dad gives him a look, a warning. He groans and rolls his eyes as you lean into your dad, a smug smile on your lips.

Adam goes through the plan yet again, you and Leon have to distract June his girlfriend for the day. As much as you wanted to complain, you did want this to go well for your brother.

You liked your brother's girlfriend just fine, but you didn't know her particularly well either. However, you would try.

You waited outside by the shopping outlets, when you notice Leon walking up after looking up from your phone.

"Hey," he greets you.

"Hi," you reply awkwardly and a little tense. You brush some of your hair behind your ear thinking, and look away from him.

"Jeez, you act like we're strangers." Leon tries to joke to lighten some of the tension. "So... how have you been?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm... fine..." You reply hesitantly. "Just... getting through the day." You add on with a soft sigh.

"Yeah, I hear that." He chuckles a little bit. "You still dating that guy..?" He suddenly asks.

"No, and I'm not interested back off." You reply quickly, your voice snippy.

"I'm sorry? I was just asking?" He replies confused, and his tone showing some of his annoyance with your response.

"Yeah sure, the guy famous for getting into girls pants in high school." Your reply your eyes narrowed. He scoffs and opens his mouth to defend himself.

"There you guys are!" A bright female voice interrupts whatever Leon was about to say. June smiles brightly seeing you two, both of you just push past your argument and smile at her.

You take June around the outlets, letting her pull you guys into whatever store she fancies.

As you look around a clothing store you notice Leon in the men's section and sigh softly. You walk up to him, he looks to you and raises an eyebrow.

"I-I... I just wanted to say sorry for snapping at you." You say softly to him. He's quiet for a moment but nods.

"It's alright, don't worry about it." He gives you a soft smile, and you feel your cheeks get a little warmer. Was he always this attractive? "Besides it seems like relationships are a sensitive subject for you." He notes looking back through the men's shirts.

"Yeah... it's looking pretty bleak..." You sigh out thinking about it. "I mean Adam is talking about marriage and I..." You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Hey... you'll find someone." He assures you gently, his blue eyes piercing into you. "Besides most guys will know your quite the catch." He winks at you, and your cheeks become warmer.

"You guys find anything?" June asks you, causing you to jump a bit. She quickly apologies and you laugh it off. Still, you were a little shocked by your reaction to Leon. He was attractive sure, but to you he was always just your brother's friend Leon. Now, it felt a little bit different. The blonde man looks down at his phone and then back up giving you a look from which you immediately catch on.

"I don't know about you June, but I'm really hungry." You suddenly bring up to her. Leon nodding in agreement behind you.

"Oh yeah, now that you mention it I kinda am." She replies after thinking for a moment. You and Leon manage to convince her to go to the restaurant your parents and Adam were waiting at.

Dinner was nice, and it was sweet to watch your brother propose to June afterwards. You smile watching them, but feel a little sad. Your very happy for your brother and June, but you wanted that too. It was getting harder to believe that was ever going to happen, maybe your standards were too high? Were you asking too much? You tried not to let your gloomy thoughts infect the cheerful atmosphere of your brother's proposal.

The next step apparently to your parents was to have a party celebrating such a momentous occasion. That weekend there was going to be a celebratory cook out, where family and friends would be invited. Again, somehow you ended up doing things with Leon.

"Okay... we need balloons, tablecloth, tablecloth weights and serving plates." Leon reads off the list as you both enter Party City.

"Did Adam and June mention a theme?" You ask looking at the list in his hand curiously.

"Um... I don't think so..." He says trying to think it through. "I mean... does it need a theme?" He asks you with a raise eyebrow.

"I was just checking." You defend yourself raising your arms. He nods and you head through the store together. As you walk through you stop and giggle to yourself. "Maybe we should get them a Barbie themed table cloth." You suggest laughing a bit.

"Hmm... I was thinking more... super heroes?" He suggests pointing to the other tablecloth nearby.

"Oh! You are so right that is so much better!" You say with a smile both of you laughing a bit. "My mom would kill us."

"It'd be worth it though." He replies confidently. At this point you'd just point out all the funny stuff in the store to each other, that's also how you ended up with a fuzzy tiara for June and a jester hat for Adam. When questioned why you had bought those items for a cook out, you defend both Leon and yourself by saying it was on theme.

The cook out comes, and you're stuck helping your mom and dad with food. Making pasta salad, grabbing plates for your dad to put hotdogs and hamburgers on. Friends and family greet you as you run around the backyard doing things. As your parents finally get a chance to relax, you can't seem to do the same. Someone always needing your attention or asking about how you've been. It was getting exhausting and a little overwhelming at this point.

"Hey, I need something real quick." A familiar voice suddenly says, before you know it your being pulled into the part of the backyard which was more tame. Only a few people around talking, you look to Leon a little surprised.

"You... why?" You ask, trying and failing to piece it together in your head.

"You looked overwhelmed, here. Your twenty-one now right?" He asks holding out a beer to you. You huff but grab it.

"Twenty-two." You reply a little annoyed.

"Oh no, one year off!" He jokes with a smile, and you roll you eyes. However, a smile finds a way on your lips as you take a sip from the can.

You end up sitting there talking to Leon in your secluded section of the backyard. Talking about anything that came to mind, sipping your drinks.

"Okay... so are you seeing anyone?" You suddenly ask him softly. The sun was starting to go down but the party was still alive somehow.

"No, I'm not." He replies simply.

"Wait, really?" You look to him a little in disbelief. He chuckles a little as he takes another sip.

"What? You act like that's weird."

"You? Who was like the most popular guy in high school." You bring up to him. "And slept with like every girl in your grade."

"You realize you were a freshmen then right? The rumor mill was insane then." He shakes his head thinking about it.

"So..?"

"So, I didn't sleep with anyone until I was in college and had my first girlfriend." Leon explains to you, causing you to sit back a little in shock.

"Huh..." You can only reply. Taking another sip from your can as you think on this information.

"You good?" He ask with a slight laugh. You just nod softly and sigh leaning back in your chair.

"It's crazy... how fast life goes after high school..." Your voice was in a hushed tone, it could almost be mistaken for a whisper.

"Yeah..." He replies softly looking to you as you stared at the sun setting. "Hey..." He gently places a hand your shoulder. You look to him, and feel your cheeks get warm. You don't notice as a slight pink comes to his own face. He looks away struggling to find his words as he swallows.

"Did..." His blue eyes shoot back to your face. "Did you mean what you said..?" You ask, your throat and mouth dry despite the drink in your hand. "That I'll find someone... and any guy would see me as a catch?" He just nods, saying nothing more. You move your seat closer to his, unsure of where to go from here. Still, your hand moves to his grabbing it gently. Once your hand is in his, he squeezes it. "Leon..?"

"Yes..?"

"Why did you ask if I was still dating someone?"

Silence was all that filled the air for a moment, when a sigh cuts through wind.

"As bad as it sounds... I was kinda hoping you'd say no." He says softly, you finally turn to look at him again and his blue eyes meet yours. Your cheeks were bright red as your heart skips a beat. You squeeze his hand again, your eyes looking around quickly as you lean a bit closer to him.

"I-It's okay... I was hoping the same..." You admit to him, and that was all Leon seemed to need. As he gently places a hand on your cheek and closes the space between you. Kissing you with soft and gentle lips, to which you kiss him back a smile forming on your lips. "M-my room..." You say breathlessly as your lips separate for a moment. He nods in return, maybe it was the alcohol giving you some confidence but you could feel your heart racing. You two manage to not catch anyone's attention as you head back inside and into your room.

You two in a frenzy quickly shut your door behind you as he pushes you onto the bed. You kiss him back eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands on your hips as you two kiss, his lips eventually finding your neck.

"So beautiful..." He breaths out into your neck.

"L-Leon..." You manage to get his name out through your passion.

"Yes sweetheart?" He asks softly, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"I-I... I've never..." Your face is bright red as you look to him. His eyes widened a bit and puts two and two together.

"Oh... oh!" Leon replies as he realizes. "That's okay... we don't have to do anything... okay?"

"Okay..." You reply comforted as you embrace him again, and his strong arms wrap around you. Holding you close to him though the night, his hold gentle and soothing. He holds you like if he let you go his whole world would disappear.

When you wake up the next morning you see Leon staring at you, causing your cheeks to become bright red to which he chuckles fondly.

"So cute..." He says softly gently caressing your warm cheeks with his thumb. You smile despite your embarrassment and lean into his touch. He kisses your lips gently, both of you content in the morning sunlight peaking between your curtains.

"Hey! How come Leon's car- Holy shit!" You and Leon jump when you hear Adam's voice. You turn to see his wide eyes looking into your bedroom.

"This is why you knock!" You shout at him embarrassed, your cheeks bright red. Leon chuckles softly at how red your cheeks are, despite how warm his own face was. Adam stares at you both before he sighs pinching his nose.

"Your telling dad." Is all he says as he walks away shutting the door behind him in disbelief. You sigh out and cover your face in embarrassment. Leon chuckles gently moves your hands from your face.

"I don't regret it... how about you?" He asks you, his lips in a gentle smile. His blonde bangs falling a bit in his blue eyes.

"I don't..." You reply softly looking to him. Suddenly, your romantic life didn't look so bleak that sunny morning.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #fanfic #x reader #x female reader #some angst #inexperienced #making out #no use of y/n

[yandere-writer-momo]

Some goofy fluff for my fellow Katsumi enjoyers @queeniecore @bumblebeeboooties @kik1draws! Merry Christmas 🥰🎄

Baki Short Stories: Under the Mistletoe

Katsumi Orochi x Afab Reader

“You have to kiss me. It’s a Christmas law.” Katsumi whispered as he pointed to the mistletoe that was above their heads. A smug smirk on his face when (your name) rolled her eyes. “Now pucker up.”

“Is this why you’ve been giggling all day?” (Your name) sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Katsumi was always up to something with his antics… goofball. “Because you’ve been wanting to kiss me?”

“Mhmm.” Katsumi smiled as he pulled her body close against his. His muscular arms held her waist close to him. “I have really wanted to kiss you for a long time…”

(Your name) giggled when he pressed his forehead against hers. “You could have just asked like a normal person-“

“You and I both know that I’m not a normal person.” Katsumi whispered, his hot breath now fanned her lips in a teasing manner. “I wanted it to be special…”

“Oh shut up and kiss me already.” (Your name) then wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Her lips expertly moved against his while her fingers tangled in his dark locks. The karateka melted like putty in her hands while his hands grabbed at the soft flesh on her hips.

The two pulled away after a few minutes of heavy kissing, Katsumi’s dark eyes half lidded and his cheeks flushed. “Wow…” Katsumi then reached into his pocket and pulled out another mistletoe. “How about another kiss?”

“Jesus Christ, Katsumi.”

“What can I say? I just can’t get enough of you.” Katsumi gave her a goofy smile before he dipped her body down and eagerly pressed his lips against hers once more.

(Your name) glanced at how full his pocket was, it seemed she was going to be here for an awfully long time under the mistletoe.

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[twistedteddy]

I've seen quite a few people writing about Choso not having experience so here's me giving it a shot!

✧*̥˚Please Repost*̥˚✧

Warnings:Grinding,inexperience , fem being more in charge, bit of tears, interruption

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Inexperienced Choso staring at you from across your bed. Mind racing at your proposal to take things farther. Too embarrassed to voice his lack of experience but unable to make his heart stop racing at the thought of touching you.

Inexperienced Choso gently crawling on top of you, both of you already panting as he nervously presses his lips to yours.

Inexperienced Choso who already feels so overwhelmed from such cute small kisses that when you wraps your arms around his neck he feels like he's going to explode.

Inexperienced Choso who's heart catches in his throat as you gently push him up so you can pull yourself into his lap. Ever so gently rocking your hips against his obvious boner.

Inexperienced Choso who moans and groans with you as you sloppily make out grinding on each other. Spit sliding down his chin as your tongue slides into his mouth.

Inexperienced Choso who let's his hands fall from your hair and find purchase in on your hips instead. This time gripping them with more confidence then he had at the beginning.

Inexperienced Choso who can't help but stare at you flustered teary face as he presses his hips up into yours. Who knows from the heat in his face and on his shoulders he probably looks the same but he's so focused on how good he feels and how sensitive you've made him that he can't find it in himself to care.

Inexperienced Choso gasping when your hands ever so gently reach under his shirt. Feeling up his abs and chest as you push him to lay on his back.

Inexperienced Choso rushing to take his shirt off as he realizes you want to see him- to touch him more.

Inexperienced Choso who's bottom lip trembles as you slowly pull your hands back in forth his chest. Even going as far as to ever so gently wrap your fingers around his throat.

Inexperienced Choso who instinctively thrusts up at the sensation no matter hoe hard he tries not to.

Inexperienced Choso who almost creams his pants when he manages to focus on your face again. Pretty eyes and puffy lips looking down at him before applying a but more pressure to his pretty throat.

Inexperienced choso whimpering and gasping as you press firey kisses on his chest. Biting ever so slightly at the crook of his neck.

Inexperienced Choso who wishes he had thought to lock the door before Itadori burst in and you both rush to get away from each other.

0:03 ───|────── 0:00

Disclaimer: I don't own Choso or any of the character from JJK.

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[chokeholds-illegal]

Fantasy (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Era: Season 5 -- The group is new to Alexandria

Summary: Since arriving in Alexandria, everyone is trying to adjust. One morning, when you come home from a hunt before dawn, you accidentally overhear your best friend and housemate, Daryl, indulging himself. What happens when you discover his favorite fantasy is... you?

Warnings: smut (minors, DNI!), mentions of typical TWD gore and violence, innocent & inexperienced Daryl, unprotected sex, past hurt/trauma, size difference kink.

[angst, romance, SMUT.] Daryl is soffftttt, sexy, and adorable. This is the chapter where things finally get... graphic.👀

Word Count: 3.7k (I got a little carried away OK)

Chapter 1: here

Chapter 2: here

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Upon approaching the house, you and Daryl both slow your steps. We can't get ahead of ourselves. Your hearts are pounding in you chest, cheeks flushed in the darkness. You hadn't said word to each other since your suggestion to come back to the house, both silently swimming in your own surreal thoughts.

Your eyes scan the house for signs of movement. Although it had only been 30 minutes or so after Daryl's admittedly-dramatic exit from dinner, it seems that Rick and Carl had already cleaned up. The windows of the first floor are dark. On the second floor, where Rick's room is, you can see a figure through the closed curtain milling about. The light in Carl's attic space also appears to be on.

"Gotta be quiet," you whisper to Daryl, who has been assessing the house as well.

Wordlessly, the two of you creep up to the front door. Your mind is spinning; it's a funny feeling, sneaking around like horny teenagers trying to avoid their parents. It's surreal. You realize that you never thought life could be this simple again.

You watch as Daryl silently twists the handle and pushes the door open. Tiptoeing, literally, you follow Daryl's figure through the kitchen and down the stairs to the basement. You send a silent prayer that that one creaky step won't betray you again. Your eyes, now deprived of the moonlight, falter, and you nearly lose your step in the darkness. Luckily, Daryl's strong back in there to catch you.

"You okay?" he asks in an almost impossibly quiet voice. You nod and give him a shy smile.

So odd, you think to yourself. You can't even remember a time when Daryl made you feel shy, and now, here you were, acting like he's your high school crush.

Intoxicating.

Once the door to Daryl's bedroom is closed, and you're safely inside, you hear Daryl sigh a breath of relief. He slowly turns to you, as if unsure what to do now. His brown hair is a gorgeous mess, falling into his face. His feet shuffling a nervous dance -- fuck. He's so damn irresistible.

You make the first move, closing the gap between you with haste. Your hands rise to cup his face. His cheeks are burning, despite the chilly night air you'd just come in from. His large, work-worn hands waste no time coming up to hold to your waist. With every movement, your inhibitions seem to float further and further away.

When he dips his head to press his warm lips into yours, he tastes like moonlight, strawberry, and faint tobacco. You feel lightheaded from the realization that this is really happening. From the way Daryl's chest is pounding against yours, you know his head is spinning, too.

Your hands wander upward, gripping hungrily at the hair at the base of his neck. With that, he lets out that same soft, uncontrollable whimper. He pulls back in surprise at his own abandon, and you smile at him with amusement.

"Shut up, " he retorts with a tiny smile before rejoining his lips with yours, harsher this time.

You giggle, careful not to raise your voice above a whisper, as Daryl walks you backwards towards the bed.

Daryl's space is plain. It's just his bed, a shamble of blankets and a crumpled pillow, and his crossbow leaning up against the corner of the room. It's so perfectly... him.

He lightly pushes you onto the bed, and for a moment, he just gazes down at you through his disheveled hair. His dark eyes are blown wide with lust, and suddenly you realize how much larger he is than you. Tall, broad, and covered in beautiful lean muscle. Of course, you always knew the man was a force to be reckoned with, but now, with him towering over you like this... You think about how easily he could take you. How easy he could have taken what he wanted all this time, instead settling for pumping himself into his fist. Arousal pulls at your belly with the thought.

Of course, though, you knew it wouldn't have been easy. Physically, maybe, yes. But you knew Daryl's insecurities would have never let him make a move unless he was deadly certain you felt the same. Maybe others would see that as a short coming, but for you, it was just one of the many reasons why you adored Daryl. There was something so soft in him, under that steely exterior. A wave of gratitude washes over you, that you're here now, witnessing this side of him.

Daryl lowers himself down on the bed over you, leaning you onto your back. He takes care not to put all his weight on you. His lips collide with yours again as you wrap your legs around his waist. You can't help but groan when you feel his erection through his pants, pushing against your core where you need his most. A shaky breath escapes his lips as well.

You grip at the fabric of his shirt as he starts experimentally rutting forward, rubbing his hardness against you. It's as if your bodies are moving on their own, beyond desperate for some kind of relief. It had been so long for you; you hadn't touched someone like this since before the world went to shit. You need Daryl.

Suddenly, Daryl's movements slow. He removes his lips from yours, leaving the two of you quietly panting in the darkness. Worry sets in.

"What's wrong?" you whisper, trying to make out the expression on his face. "Are you OK?"

At first he doesn't reply; in fact, he's not even looking at you. Did I do something wrong? You desperately need him to speak. Finally, after a long pause of silence, he starts to move himself off of you, coming to sit on the edge of the bed.

Shit. This was a mistake. I knew it. A million thoughts are scrambling through your brain as you hurriedly come to sit beside him, the edge of the mattress dipping under your combined weight.

"[Y/N]," Daryl finally says. His voice sounds small and far, far away.

"What is it? If you changed your mind, it's --"

"No, no," he cuts you off with a swift shake of his head. "I want to."

You're confused now. This is the Daryl you hated seeing. The quiet, pained, ashamed Daryl. You bring your hand slowly to his cheek and turn his head to face you.

"Tell me."

His eyes finally meet yours, and your heart shatters at the hurt in his brown irises.

"I want you. But what if I can't... make you feel good?"

You furrow your eyebrows, shaking your head lightly. No.

"I'm no virgin," he blurts out when you don't reply. Daryl straightens his posture a bit, clearing his throat and gathering his courage. "But... it's been a long time. I mean, even 'fore shit hit the fan, before that. And I ain't never done it like this."

"Like this?" you ask gently, wanting to fully understand his anxieties.

"Sober. In a bed instead 'a on some couch in some tweaker's apartment. With someone I actually care 'bout."

The last part comes out softly, as if the words physically stung to say aloud. Your heart swells with thankfulness for his confession and trust in you. The honesty. For the man before you, laying himself bare in the most intimate way possible.

You kiss him. It's soft, and nothing in the world has ever felt more right.

"If you want this, then I want this. And I don't care if I don't come, if that's what you're worried about. I just want you."

Daryl seems to physically melt at your gentle words. The tension in his muscles eases, and the ever-so-slight quivering in his bottom lip fades. A touch of confidence seems to return to his expression, and you beam with happiness when his hand wraps around your waist once more.

"Tell me to stop. And I'll stop. Don't matter when," Daryl breathes out, swiftly moving back over you. Your breath hitches in your throat, both from surprise and arousal, as you're pushed back down into the bed.

You swallow his kisses, which quickly become more and more heated. You graze your teeth against his bottom lip, eliciting a deep moan from the back of his throat. Soon, your hands are at his hips, frantically unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

The whimper -- that fucking whimper -- that escapes his lips when your hand accidentally brushes against his underwear-clad member has you in shambles. You're certain that your panties are completely, utterly ruined. Daryl stands up for a brief moment to slide his jeans off. The tent in his boxers look painful, straining. So, you lean forward and hook your fingers into the waistband.

"Can I?" you ask, meeting his wide eyes with yours. You'd never seen him nod so quickly.

When his erection springs free, you groan at the sight. He's huge: long and thick and as hard as a rock. His cock is beautiful, perfectly shaped with a slight curve upward. The head is shiny with slick, and a bead of precum is sliding -- so erotically -- down the shaft.

Something feral takes over you as you dip your head down without another word. A too-loud gasp rips from Daryl's lips, as you lick a thick, wet stripe up his cock. You hope that the two floors of distance between you and Rick was enough to stifle the sound. Daryl quickly brings his arm up to his mouth, biting down on the back of his wrist to keep quiet. His head tips back in pure ecstasy. You wonder if anyone has ever done this for him before.

After another firm lick, you take him into your mouth. The salty precum coats your tongue, making you moan quietly. The vibration of your moan elicits another gasp from the man above you. Daryl's free hand swiftly comes down to palm your scalp, fingers grasping desperately at your hair. You relish in the feeling of being able to make him come apart like this. You bob your head once, twice --

"Fuck, [Y/N]," Daryl frantically chokes out, both of his hands coming to grip your shoulders. "You gotta stop, or I'm gonna be finished righ' now."

You remove your mouth from his member, wiping a bit of droll that had spilled past your lips. You're about to make some quick-witted jest about how you've barely touched even him yet, but you're just as ruined as him. Years now, without being intimate with another human, has left you both oversensitive and frantic.

You pull your shirt and sports bra up and over your head, letting the clothing drop to the ground. Daryl's discarded his own shirt, and is on you before you can process it; his large, calloused hands roam your body like a wild animal.

"So damn gorgeous," he breathes out roughly, pushing you down into the bed and peppering your soft neck with kisses and nibbles. "Wan' make you mine so badly." Your hands roam over him, feeling his innumerable scars -- old and new -- underneath your fingertips. You grab at his shoulder muscles, trying to ground yourself.

But it's too fucking late. You're already lost to the sensation of his bare chest on yours, his mouth working hungrily at your skin, the clean, pine-like scent of him... You're a goner.

Daryl's head travels lower to your breasts, making you gasp out quietly. Your eyes fall shut as his mouth and hands explore your left breast, then the right. The valley in between them, and then finally, his lips close around your nipple. Your back arches off the bed as you writhe beneath him.

"Daryl," you moan out. "That feels so good."

He continues to pleasure you, alternating between your nipples. His lips and tongue work in tandem until your legs are shaking. After taking his time on your breasts, Daryl comes back up to your face, planting gentle kisses on your lips. His care and attention to detail make you feel weak. How long has he imagined doing this?

When Daryl's hands begin to roam lower, tracing the edge of your pants, you waste no time unbuttoning them and pushing them off your legs. Your panties are soaked, and when you remove them next, the air is cool on your wetness. When you peer up at Daryl's face, he's staring down in awe. The shininess of your arousal coating your pussy and inner thighs makes him suck in a sharp breath through his teeth. The way his eyes are trained on your wetness gives him the appearance of a wolf in heat. So focused, so lustful.

What he does next makes your heart beat even harder. Daryl, the huge, rough man who would never kneel for anybody, sinks to his knees on the hard floor. He pulls you to the edge of the bed until is face is face inches from your throbbing pussy. He's so close that you can feel his breath on your core, teasing. Slowly, timidly, Daryl brings his middle finger to the dripping entrance of your pussy. The feather-light touch makes you bite you bottom lip.

“Can I taste you?” His voice is so soft, almost pleading.

“Please, Daryl,” you reply breathlessly. “Taste me.”

Carefully, he dips his head to your cunt. Painfully slow, he licks at your slit. He can't help the moan that escapes when your juices coat his tongue. When Daryl's tongue finds your clit, an involuntary "fuck" slips from you. He feels so damn good.

"Shit. Even better than I thought you'd taste."

"More. Faster," you beg.

Daryl instantly complies. He continues to swirls his tongue around your sensitive bud before experimenting with his lips. He gently sucks on your clit, making you see stars. Delicately, he slides his middle finger -- which had been teasing at your entrance -- into your pussy. One knuckle... two knuckles. You feel yourself clench around his finger. When he adds his index finger as well, you cry out with pleasure.

"Daryl! Fuck."

"That feel alright?" he asks, pausing and meeting your eyes.

"Yes, fuck... So good," is all you can manage to reply. You hadn't had anything besides your thin fingers in your pussy in what felt like a lifetime, and you're unimaginably tight. Daryl's digits opening you up and stretching against your walls is ecstasy. You shiver at the anticipation of what his cock will feel like.

"Tell me what feels best," comes Daryl's voice again. So sweet, so needy.

"When you swirl your tongue... do that again. And keep fingering me," you reply, pleasure clouding your mind. "Please."

Daryl follows your instructions without a word. And fuck. He catches on quick. As his mouth works your clit, he begins to curl his fingers upwards inside you. When his fingertips push against your g-spot, you gasp out and shiver. Your knees threaten to clamp together, but Daryl's free hand holds your legs apart.

You're in heaven.

As you feel the knot of pleasure in your stomach start to grow, you frantically grip at Daryl's shoulder.

"Come here. I need you," you gasp out, clawing at him. "I need you inside me, Daryl."

As he rises from the floor, you shuffle backwards on the bed a bit so you're not so close to the edge. His cock is covered in precum again, leaking streams of the clear liquid. As Daryl climbs on the bed, you take the moment to admire his beautiful physique: tanned skin over hard muscle, shoulders and arms that can lift you with ease... The best part though is his face. His dark eyes half-lidded with overpowering arousal, lips covered in your juices. He looks like an angel.

He lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through your drenched folds. Daryl's gorgeous mouth is hung open in awe.

"Do you still want this?"

"Yes, yes, Daryl." The words come tumbling from your mouth. "I want you so badly. Fuck me."

That's all the encouragement that Daryl needs. He begins to push into you, so painfully slowly. You grip his hips in a vice, needing something to steady yourself. His forearms frame your head, surrounding you in his scent. The feeling is indescribable; Daryl's cock is so big, and so desperately hard. He slides in easily with your combined juices, yet he moves at a snail's pace, not wanting to hurt you. A litany of curses fall from his lips.

When he's about half-way into your pussy, Daryl pulls back. When he thrusts forward again, it's faster. You cry out in pleasure, attempting to muffle your voice against his bicep.

"I'm not gonn' last long," Daryl admits, his light southern drawl dancing on the shell of your ear. "Fuck. I've wanted this for so long, [Y/N]. You have no idea."

"Go slow," you whisper to him, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes from ecstasy and pain. "It's okay."

Daryl continues his controlled thrusts, venturing deeper and deeper into you until your pelvises meet. The burn you had initially felt is replaced only with pleasure. You moan out his name as he fills you over and over again.

"[Y/N], oh. Fuck," Daryl growls, face buried into the crook of your neck.

You can feel every groove and vein on his cock as it pistons in and out. You shut your eyes, stars filling your vision. All you know is this very moment: the feeling of Daryl inside you, his mouth sucking and kissing desperately at your neck, the heat radiating off of him. You think back to what he had confessed earlier, and wonder if, maybe, you've never had it quite like this either. Bliss fills you, growing.

Soon, Daryl's movements start to lose their controlled nature. He trusts in harder, more sloppily -- his need starts to take over. His hips collide with yours hungrily, and his moans transform into whimpers. You know that he's close.

"Just a bit more, babe," you moan encouragingly, tangling your fingers in your hair.

Suddenly, you feel his teeth as they bite at your earlobe. You let out a shuddering gasp. It's enough to sting, but not enough to truly hurt. It drives you crazy. Before you can process the sensation fully, you're there, too, the knot of pleasure in your stomach snapping and sending you over the edge. Your orgasm rips through your body, making your pussy flutter wildly around Daryl. Your ears ring as you ride out your ecstasy, but you still manage to hear Daryl's voice.

"[Y/N], oh, god. I'm..." is all he can muster before swiftly pulling out of you and releasing on your stomach. You watch in awe as Daryl pumps himself onto you, covering your skin in glistening ropes. His face is contorted into the most beautiful picture of pleasure you've ever seen.

He lets out one final groan before letting go of his cock. As you both catch your breath, you can't help but admire how absolutely gorgeous Daryl looks. A slight sheen of sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead. The heaving of his chest and back as he tries to slow his breathing. And finally, his dark eyes that open to meet yours.

As if suddenly realizing that you're covered in his spend, he hurries himself to the bathroom attached to the bedroom through an open door. He returns a moment later with a wet hand towel. You reach you hand out for it, but he ignores it. Instead he carefully cleans you himself, wiping the warm towel over your stomach and breasts. He does this wordlessly, taking his time, focusing to make sure there's none left. When he satisfied with his work, he tosses the hand towel into the corner of the room.

You reach out again, this time, for his body. You beckon him into arms, and he allows you to lay him down on the bed beside you. Daryl is so warm, so secure and safe. Your entire body buzzes with contentment as you lie there, limbs tangled together.

As the ringing in your ears fades to nothing, the feeling of disbelief slowly starts to creep back into your mind. Did this really just happen? You decide, right then and there, that you don't care if this was all just a dream. You could die right now and be happy.

Finally, Daryl speaks.

"Was that okay?"

Despite the tinge of concern in his voice, you can't help but chuckle. You lay a delicate hand on his cheek, letting your eyes lock on one another.

"Daryl, that was perfect," you assure him. "You're perfect."

Your easy, content smile seems to make its way to Daryl, who allows to return a happy grin. You nuzzle closer to him, enjoying the warmth between you.

"I wasn't lyin'," he suddenly says after a few moments of silence. "I've been wanting you for a long time."

You run your fingers through his messy brown hair, savoring every moment of this unexpected intimacy. After all, it's not just about sex. This quiet -- just laying together, holding one another, laying hearts bare in the silence of the night -- is something you never thought you'd get again.

"When did you start seeing me like this?" you ask curiously.

"Hmm. I don' really know," he admits. "It's like I jus' realized one day that I always wanted to be around you. I dunno. The quarry, maybe."

You whip your head to look at Daryl, shocked by his casual confession.

"The quarry? Like outside of Atlanta?"

He shrugs lightly, a bit of pink returning to his cheeks. "Yeah. Maybe since then. Now, hush. Remember, we ain't the only ones in this house."

You scoff at him, smiling in disbelief. Atlanta. It felt like so long ago -- was so long ago. You settle back into him, letting his strong arms engulf your body.

"All this time..." you whisper, feeling sleep start to tug at your eyelids. "Let's not waste another day."

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Sorry Part 3 took so long, yall! Life got crazy! This is probably the last part of this Fantasy storyarc, but I'd love to write more chapter of this "world" if people are into it. :)

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[heardatmedschool]

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Student 2: How many fontanelles have you actually touched?

Student 1: ... like four. My point still stands, though.

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[innocent--flower]

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[ellen-m-ichiban81]

Inexperienced, shy Joseph for a change. The morning after the night before. Implied past abuse of reader. M/F spice.

Joseph stirred, mumbling something incoherent and sleepy, then let out a low moan as his aching body reminded him of what his brain hadn't yet had time to recall:

He and Y/N had...

Oh.

His face flushed as he remembered exactly what they had done.

He had never lost control like that, had never believed that it was possible to feel that much passion for anything else other than acting.

Last night, a whole new world had been opened up to him. Y/N had awakened his senses, his sexuality. He had never...

He'd felt like a virgin last night. 'Touched for the very first time', as that Madonna song went. And in response, he'd completely let himself go, had been more intimate with Y/N than he had ever been with any other woman.

And now, in the morning light, he felt...well, bashful. Warm and blissful and sated, but bashful.

Slowly, Joseph sat up, groaning again at the persistent soreness in his lower regions, and he stifled a grin. It had been wonderful, so wonderful, to know that kind of passion and eroticism could exist between two people. He'd never dreamed it so.

He could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom and knew that Y/N was in the shower. He could do with having a shower himself, he was sweaty and sticky, his hair damp and clinging to his face.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, he grabbed the sheets and pulled them onto his lap, suddenly aware of, and a little embarrassed by, his nudity. Silly, really-it hadn't bothered him last night when Y/N had been in such a hurry to remove his clothes. But last night, his clothes had been an unwanted barrier-now, his nakedness left him feeling exposed.

Literally.

It seemed ridiculous to suddenly feel so shy. It was Y/N, he trusted her.

He loved her.

And he knew that last nght had been a massive step for her as well-in light of what she'd gone through, trusting anyone was difficult. And trusting someone enough to not only allow them to make love to her, but to want it, to ask for it...

Beg for it, sometimes.

It meant everything to him, having her trust.

The bathroom door opened, and Y/N emerged, wrapped in a fluffy pink towel, and Joseph smiled shyly, then gaped down at his lap, where he could feel the familiar stirring of arousal.

What the hell?

She hadn't even touched him.

Yet.

'Hi.' Y/N's smile was knowing, a little sly, as if she knew what was happening. Oh, of course she did-she knew what she was doing to him.

After last night, she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Joseph could feel his cheeks burning, with both embarrassment and frankly, need.

What was happening to him? He'd never been like this with a woman-oh, sure, he'd made love before, but with her, every inhibition he'd ever had had been abandoned.

Last night...

Oh, last night.

He'd almost attacked her at one point, teeth biting into her shoulder, fingers digging into her hips, trying to stifle his cries of pleasure and not even sure why, as he'd completely possessed her, his normally sweet and silly nature replaced by the base instincts of a conquering animal.

He would never be with anyone else. He knew that as certainly as he knew his own name. He could he ever be with another woman when this kind of mindless passion existed with Y/N?

And how could he ever love anyone else, when last night she had firmly and irrevocably etched her name onto his heart?...

#joseph quinn imagine #joe quinn #inexperienced #shy #the morning after

[kimmymouse]

Who wants links to my most degenerate questionable gangbang porn that I’ve jerked off to σ(^_^;)?

#h0rnygirls #hornyposting #hard k1nk #k1nk blog #rough kink #cnc k!nk #c0cksleeve #p0rnhub #v1rg1n #g4ngb4ng #inexperienced #r4p3 kink #r@pe fantasy

[maya-delights]

¿Cómo te gustaría que fuera tu primera vez?

Buena pregunta jaja

Me gustaría que fuese con alguien que quiero mucho, no un desconocido. Que me trate bien y no me juzgue por ser primeriza.

Que le de importancia a las caricias y besos y no solo su propio placer. Pero también que él tenga experiencia y sepa cómo hacerme sentir bien y acabar satisfecha. Y lo más importante que me cuide bien al terminar!

#nsft #send asks #ask #anon ask #scenarios #first time #spanish #inexperienced

[eangellawhorn]

If I Ever Fall In Love

I don't boast about my love life,

Because I usually ghost them,

I'm not young and dumb,

And full of cum.

Touching, holding, kissing,

I don't know what I've been missing,

Early in the morning,

Emotions flow without a warning

No one can measure the distance,

I'll travel in order to find the treasure,

It's my guilty pleasure.

I wish for true love instead,

Of being pushed and shoved,

Barely shedding tears I'll,

Spend my money on a wedding.

All I ask for respect, honesty,

Communication and loyalty,

He deserves to be treated like royalty,

A king with his queen.

#love #hope #ghost #inexperienced #romance #wedding #money #sexy content #fear and hunger #loyalty #royalty

[elmomausstuff]

Why do I have so intense and long dreams atm? Does it have any meaning ??Does my body produce to much melatonin or what's going on??

It takes way to long to write them down or record them...

#weird dreams #dream #Is there a logic explanation #School rave with a tampon #Beef with homosapiens #Inexperienced

[some-witterings]

Do I Need to be in a Relationship to be Happy?

Before any conclusions are jumped too I plead you read the post, or if not at least the addendum at the bottom. This whole thing is a tale of irrationality and from experience it is easy to sit on the side like and conflate naive irrationality and idiocy; though at least in my case the two are not always mutually exclusive

Over recent years I've discovered I am incredibly adept at 3rd wheeling. Even to the point of 3rd wheeling 4 couples at once due to the nature of a previous friend group (leading to me often reused joke of "I've 3rd wheeled enough to build a car!").

I, however, have not had the experience of being in a relationship; and being the one single person in that kind of envrionment can feel lonely, despite their best efforts to include me. Everyone kept telling me "Don't worry, you'll find someone in university!", "you'll find your person at some point!" and other such phrases to that effect. They were being kind, I know that. However, it didn't stop me building up a portent in my head of my future. One of my final days being alone in a lab, trying to eke out one last project and passing silently with a funeral not too dissimilar to one the Beetles sung about in "Eleanor Rigby".

This portent is not literal, health and reality prove it to be so; but it is the underlying message of it that stuck with me. That my work and who I am will devour me and I'll never end up having a romantic connection with someone enough to spend time away from my work.

Recently, though I use that term remarkably loosely, I went away to university. I hoped against hope that my portent was wrong, that the people I used to know were right. That I'd find someone in university and everything would be fine. This has proved not to be the case. Instead the prior situation has repeated itself. With me once more being in a group of friends, were I count among the seldom few single. It also turned out all, bar a few, of the people I used to call friends are raging dick heads; so fuck 'em I suppose.

That little tangent aside, I reasoned that once is a true coincidence; twice is the beginning of something that could potentially be a pattern. Though I'm hardly studied enough in the ways of probabilities to start drawing mathematical conclusions on things (read Bernoulli's Fallacy by Aubrey Clayton if you like probability, it is a fascinating read), I am cautious enough to reason that it could also just be me being unlucky twice in in a row. This thought though, one of "what if it is a pattern? What is wrong with me to make it a pattern?" hung around to torment me.

I'd be lying if I said it didn't affect my self confidence slightly. While all of my friends were going off on dates and enjoying their partners company, I resigned myself to my work once again. I went out with them and hung out with people, partially hoping to find someone though mostly to be with my friends, yet no one ever appeared. I couldn't fathom the reason for my situation. People were constantly asking my friend out on dates, and yet in my whole life I have never once had anyone show interest in me. The question hung like a think miasma in my brain. The question also found an old ally, the portent I mentioned early.

Recently, this time meant more literally that previously, I went to a flat party with a couple of my friends. There I met the most wonderful person, they matched my passion for my subject with passion for their own. They had the most wonderful way of being in a way I can scarcely describe. We talked for 3 and a half hours uninterrupted in the middle of a deafening party, and we talked like I had never talked to someone before. I, foolishly, wondered if this could be my time? Proof the portent was wrong, proof the question could be disproved; both handwaved away by the logical anhillator of random chance!

This did not end up being the case. They still want to be friends and we are going to meet up soon, but nothing more. This is not an awful conclusion, I am still more than happy to have gained a new friend and one that matches me so well; just in my naivety i hoped for more. This partial rejection didn't fair my thought process too well, with it being a very low day after that.

I have another friend, one who predates any of the friends mentioned above. If they ever needed help I'd raise hell and crack open heaven to do whatever was needed for them. Their university isn't too far from mine and they are in fact dating someone at my university. They were stuggling to find friends at their university so I suggested joining a society that has become the high point of my week at my university. They agreed.

They came and it was wonderful. They enjoyed it massively and I got to introduce them to the wonderful people I'd made friends with and it looks like they'll be coming again. I realised that we'd only ever hung out together before and never in a group setting, this being the first time we'd been in a group together. They made friends with all the people I had to know and I'd not seen them that happy in a long while.

Even more to the point another friend from university turned up at the society with someone they were on a date with! It was wonderful to see my friend so happy.

I don't think I've ever been more happy and content than that evening. The portent and the question no longer mattered and I was happy, in a way no birthday, christmas, gift or occasion had managed to do before.

This got me thinking. Do I need to be in a relationship to be happy? I've spent so long wanting one, wanting that deep connection with someone, that the portent and the question consumed me. I'd like to rexamine the portent however. If were burning my last few days alive to eke out a little bit more, I'd have passion! Whatever I was doing would have to be worth the world to me for me to do that. Would I be happy? Probably not, I'd likely be a bit of a git by that point.

Next lets examine the question again. What's wrong with me? I don't know. It's likely I'll never find out, I'm not a psycologist after all. I'm an engineer, which means I know enough to say that I know nothing at all about the answer to it. However, I simply choose now to not let the answer mean anything. I choose to say that whatever is wrong with me, is me. Not some problem to be fixed, just a thing that is. I chose to make peace with the question and let the answer be whatever it is, if there is an answer to begin with.

So where does this uninterrupted stream of conciousness get us to? Back to the title, do I need to be in a relationship to be happy? My answer currently is a 2 fold no

I don't need to be happy. I get to live a life where everyone around me is happy, and I choose for that to be enough for me. To see my old friend find new friends in the group I've joined, for my new friends to find fulfilling relationships and see everyone I know happy is pleasure enough for me. I sincerly hope that they savour every moment of mundane happiness that I may never experience.

I don't need to be in a relationship. I might end up being a very strange old man some day, but in my isolate tower I will have develop great deal of thoughts on many things. I hope that some day that great deal of thoughts may be enough to help solve some problems, or even help the people I know be happier than they are at the moment.

Only one person I've met at university has used tumblr. They're slightly older than me and have given me advice and time no one else has ever quite been able to get at before, I owe them more than I could ever give them. So if, in the statistically astromical chance, they see this and are able to backsolve from my vagueries, thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you've said. You are one of the kindest and most patient people I've ever met.

All my other friends have never used this place, so they'll never see this. Though I leave this message as a digital mark on the internet. A temporary flash in this unending chromatic abberation we call the chaos of the internet that I hope is somehow remembered. You are all deserving of happiness that can never be matched. You have shown me kindness I am not deserving of and shown me that I am less alone in this world than I thought I was.

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Addendum:

Yes, I am aware a lot of these problems stem from irrationality. The nature of the mind tends towards irrationality in my case despite my best efforts.

I am also aware of the dangers of conflating relationships and happiness, that doesn't change that fact that I still want one and that barring extreme circumstances I think I'd be happier with one.

I am also aware that I am young and inexperienced, but if I stagnate every thought and behaviour I have by saying "this comes from inexperience, I shouldn't do it or think it" then I'll never do or think anything as I'll never be experienced enough to know how to deal with it properly. This whole tale is as much about the question as it is about me growing up.

#thoughts #life #long reads #relationship #happiness #growing up #inexperienced

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Known as 'Mad Meg', she believed female ignorance came from lack of experience:

We are kept like birds in our houses not suffered to fly abroad to see the several changes of Fortune and the various humours ordained and created by nature, and wanting the experience of nature, we must needs want the understanding and knowledge, and so consequently prudence and invention of men.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

#book quotes #normal women #philippa gregory #nonfiction #mad meg #margaret cavendish #ignorance #inexperienced #restrained #fortune #nature #understanding #knowledge #prudence