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phantasmiafxndom · a day ago

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I loved your dream ask with the Twst boys!! If requests are still open could you do one for Jamil, Jade, Azul and Deuce, please? If its too many characters, you can pick! Thankyou very much and keep up with the good work! 💕

Jamil

• Unfortunately for him, the dream doesn't finish things off. Jamil slips back to awareness so hard it almost hurts, grinding against the mattress until his head clears. As soon as he's aware of what he's doing, the shame hits him like a truck, and it only gets worse when the memory of you touching him, holding him down so he can't hide, making him squirm and beg for you— By the time his mind wanders that far, he couldn't be more horrified with himself.

• On principal, Jamil forces himself to ignore his problem. There's no way he's going to let himself get off to the thought of you... no matter how tempting that sounds. However, that means he's more on edge than ever that day. Being forced to interact with you is torture. No matter how hard he tries to play it cool, his mind is lingering on every detail of the dream. He's unconsciously, nervously retreating into his hoodie as you talk to him, and internally begging himself not to do anything he'll regret.

Jade

• While the details of the dream are hazy at best, Jade wakes up with sticky pants and a vicious mood. His whole body feels hot and uncomfortably tense, and he's not entirely sure what to do about it in this form. Coupled with the vague, lingering sense of being your prey, it's a combination that leaves him struggling to control himself... especially when the more instinct-driven parts of his brain are begging him to make the dream a reality.

• Anyone who gets too close to Jade for the rest of the day is going to be left uncomfortable at best. He's oozing even more of a threatening aura than usual, and seems worryingly tense. However, when he's stuck interacting with you, that intimidating atmosphere switches to something close to spotted prey... but a little too excited about it. Jade is good at keeping himself composed, but you're still going to get the feeling that he wants something he's not telling you. Do you even want to know?

Azul

• His dream involves his merman form, which really doesn't help matters once he's awake and remembering it. The memory of you cooing over how sweet and soft and lovely he was coupled with the way he can all but feel your warm touch on far-too-sensitive places... yeah, Azul isn't leaving his self-made blanket cocoon for a while out of sheer embarrassment. He'd never let himself think about it before, but now, the idea is firmly lodged in his head.

• When he does finally have to be up and about, Azul is praying he'll avoid you. He's sure he'll pull himself together soon enough, but until then, the thought of a face-to-face encounter makes him want to cry. And of course, that's exactly what he gets. Even trying his absolute hardest to keep his composure, Azul is a mess. He's twitchy, stuttering, and uncharacteristically clumsy— as in, he's going to do something stupid and die inside even more. All while struggling not to think about what was in the dream.

Deuce

• It doesn't dawn on him for a while. Deuce is up and moving before he remembers his dream at all, but when it does hit that this wasn't a normal vague, meaningless wet dream, he comes very close to choking on his toothpaste from shock. There are suddenly far too many uncomfortable, arousing details in his head. It wasn't on purpose, but even having his sleep-brain make you call him a good boy... it feels like he's done something wrong.

• As you'd expect, Deuce does a horrible job of keeping himself together. He's red-faced and tense all day, and when you greet him a little too suddenly, he apologizes on reflex. And then has to make an excuse about why he did it. Even though he's utterly ashamed of himself, though, seeing you is doing things that aren't making this any easier. After he spaces out in the conversation with his mind wandering where it really shouldn't, he's desperately looking for a way out before he embarrasses himself.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Jamil #Jamil Viper #Jade #Jade Leech #Azul #Azul Ashengrotto #Deuce #Deuce Spade #Headcanon #Reader #TWST Canon #Lemon

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psychdelia · a day ago

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when they started this thing, billy didn’t expect much. enemies with benefits, fuck buddies, another warm body to get the steam off.

whatever it was, billy didn’t care. because he didn’t expect much. kept his expectations low because he was happy enough to get as much steve as he could.

expected steve to only fuck him from behind. expected steve to treat him like a chick. didn’t expect steve to kiss him. didn’t expect steve to feel him up. didn’t expect a helping hand on his cock. didn’t expect steve to look at him and want what he had to offer: a hard, muscular body lacking big enough tits and a wet pussy. not soft or smooth, but jagged and dotted with old and new bruises, scars.

billy always bent over for steve. opened himself up without looking at steve, missing the way he watches billy, damn near drooling like a dog with his dick throbbing in his jeans, aching to get a touch. wherever they did it - in the car, over a sink, after practice in the locker rooms - billy’s back was always to steve because he thought that’s what steve wanted.

he didn’t think steve wanted him, exactly. just the tight hole and a good head he had to offer. he tried to stay as quiet as possible, scared his deep moans and grunts would scare steve off. he always jerked himself off when steve fucked him, never glancing over his shoulder to see the way steve looks at him.

because steve doesn’t want him. he’s just a placeholder until steve finds the right girl to fill his spot. he’s temporary, an experiment. steve could never want a man, never want him. especially not in the way billy wants steve.

they’ve been doing whatever this is for about a month when steve awkwardly brings up that his parents will be out of town this weekend.

“so what, harrington? get to the point.”

steve rolls his eyes. “my point is, asshole, that you should come over.” and he says it so nonchalantly. has the audacity to shrug like it’s not a big deal.

but it is a big fucking deal to billy, who just snorts.

“and who said i’m free? huh? what if i have dates planned?”

it’s steve’s turn to snort. “oh, yeah, with who?” and his eyes are full of fire, challenging billy, using his darkest secret against him. because he knows billy only likes guys, knows there’s no one else in hawkins like him.

billy just rolls his eyes and clenches his jaw, puffing out his chest to seem more intimidating. “you’re a dick.” a pause. “i’ll be there at seven.” and shoving past steve.

he’s not expecting much when he pulls up to casa de harrington, strategically parked five houses down just in case. expects steve to just bend him over the couch or bathroom counter because he’s not worthy of being in his bed like steve’s past girls are.

so he really doesn’t expect when steve drags him in by his hand and damn near slams billy backwards against the door. lets out a squeak when harrington’s lips are on his, hungry and demanding. hates the way he melts into the kiss and moans against steve’s lips, turning into putty in the guy’s hands that are gripping his hips tight, holding him in place.

“what are you-“ billy starts

“shut up.” and steve kisses him again, ungracefully walking them towards the stairs, almost sending his mother’s favorite vase flying.

billy doesn’t expect it when steve drags him up the stairs and into his room, manhandling the guy with surprising strength and tossing billy onto his bed. he doesn’t expect it when steve gives him another searing kiss, kissing down his jaw and neck and whatever skin he can reach through billy’s barely buttoned shirt. doesn’t expect it when steve drops to his knees between billy’s legs and works his belt off. doesn’t expect steve to unbutton his jeans and pull them down with his boxers until they’re pooling around billy’s ankles over his boots.

would never admit to the cry he lets out when steve gets his mouth on billy’s cock, hips twitching as steve firmly holds them down. it’s steve’s first time giving a guy head. it’s sloppy and messy and a little teethy, saliva and pre leaking everywhere, but it’s enough to have billy cursing and moaning, still can’t believe this is really happening.

he doesn’t expect steve to pull off so suddenly, grimacing a little at the taste of pre on his tongue. doesn’t expect steve to play tug-a-war with his boots and tights jeans, throwing them onto the floor. billy’s shirt goes next. he’s still reeling from the sight of steve on his knees, mouth and jaw stretched open, the feeling of steve’s tongue against his cock. if he weren’t, he’d be a little shy about being naked while steve’s still fully clothed.

but billy doesn’t have time to think about it because steve’s mouth is back on him, trailing down his neck to his chest. he’s got one hand on billy’s tit, the other rummaging through his dresser drawer. he’s sucking on a nipple, playing with the other one between his fingers when billy hears a cap open. doesn’t expect the whine that leaves his mouth when the hand pulls away from his tit. doesn’t expect his gasp and moan when steve presses a slick finger against his hole and pushes in, down to the knuckle.

doesn’t expect the cries he lets out with the more fingers steve adds. doesn’t expect the way his whole body jerks when steve finally finds that sweet spot inside of him and relentlessly rubs against it until billy’s cock is leaking. doesn’t expect himself to reach the point of begging.

after all of this, he still figures steve wants him face down ass up, hair long and styled enough to look like a chick’s. except steve is undressing and climbing on top of billy before he can move. he breathes heavy and hard, watching as steve rubs lube all over his dick, the remainder going on billy’s dick and hole.

doesn’t expect steve to grab his thighs and hold them up and open, everything on display for steve from his hard chest, abs, and thick thighs to his stretched and slick hole. steve digs his fingers into billy’s thighs as he lines himself up with billy’s entrance, boyishly teasing him with the tip, barely pressing in before leaving again.

“steve-“ and he sounds so fucking wrecked, splayed out like a golden angel on steve’s bed, blonde curls splayed over his pillow. “please.” and his voice is broken, cracking and nearly inaudible.

steve gives him a sweet kiss, too soft compared to the way he nearly slams into billy, bottoming out and giving billy time to adjust. he eats up billy’s damn near scream and moans, hips making small circular motions against billy’s.

billy doesn’t expect steve to be so gentle and giving, murmuring and asking for permission to move. it’s only when billy’s jerkily nods that he finally starts to move, barely pulling out before thrusting back into billy. his fingers dig into the meat of his thighs, sure to leave marks. he doesn’t expect the way steve praises him.

“fuck, look at you. so pretty billy, take my cock so good. you feel so good around me, baby, like you were made for this.”

and billy melts once again, hands coming up to grab at steve’s shoulders, hair, back of his neck- whatever he can manage to grab. he whimpers as steve fucks him, hard and fast at an unforgiving pace as sweet words leave his lips before kissing billy again.

he moans like a whore when steve brushes against his spot, clenching hard around him. he manages a smile at the way steve’s hips stutter, the way he stares down at billy with big eyes because billy knows what he’s doing clenching tight around steve like that, bringing him to the edge too fast.

that smile fades quick when steve’s thrusts start back up, even faster and harder and hitting his spot with every single thrust, like his huge cock isn’t capable of missing it.

he nearly loses it, chokes when steve wraps a hand around his weeping cock, making a mess on both of their stomachs. his thighs loop tight around steve’s waist, leaking blurts of pre with every one of steve’s moans and tugs at his cock.

“oh - steve - fuck, i’m-“ and steve’s hand moves faster.

“cum for me, baby, wanna feel you cum around my cock. wanna see your face.”

it’s enough to send billy over the edge, seeing stars and head thrown back as he cums all over steve’s hand and their stomachs. his moans and cries are incoherent babble for the most part, steve only able to get the curses and his name out of it, but it’s music to his ears.

billy clenches tight around steve when he cums. that plus the way billy looks when he’s absolutely wrecked is enough to send steve following him over the edge, hips stuttering before burying himself to the hilt as he cums inside billy. he returns the favor, moaning billy’s name with his hand still on the guy’s softening cock.

billy doesn’t expect the way steve flops down on top of him once he’s finished, still buried deep inside billy’s wrecked and leaking hole. he’s got his face buried against billy’s neck, breathing hard, steve’s breath sending goosebumps all along his body.

he doesn’t expect how steve lifts his head and gives billy another sweet kiss, how steve’s hips twitch and weakly grind down into billy’s again.

steve moves on from his lips back down to billy’s neck, murmuring a small “round two?” and giving billy’s cock a pull.

“you’re insatiable, harrington.” and billy just laughs.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #lemon #posting this before i get the chance to overthink #so sorry if there are any mistakes LOL #enjoy <3 #almost 2am goodnight

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negans-lucille-tblr · 2 days ago

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The Thrill of It - Part Eight

Summary: Jensen is Y/N’s favourite client, but a shocking turn of events leads to interesting thrills, deep secrets and an outcome no one could predict.

Rating: 18+

Part Tags: angst, flirting, teasing, jealousy, dub-con tones, possessive!Jensen, daddy kink, foursome, bondage, p in v, orgams, sub-drop type situation, tones of dark!Jensen, fluffy!Jeff

Part WC: 2699

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A/Ns: This was commissioned by the gorgeous @fandomfic-galore :)

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“Excuse me, Miss, may I have this dance?” Jeff asks, putting on a posh accent.

“Are you sure?” you ask, the copious amounts of alcohol you’ve been consuming throughout the day is starting to get to you now.

“Can’t a guy ask his new step-daughter to dance with him?” Jeff smirks, holding out his hand.

“Mom sent you over here to make sure I’m not gonna embarrass myself, didn’t she?” you guess.

“Actually, no, for some reason she doesn’t want you near me, any ideas about why?”

You roll your eyes, standing up and taking his hand. The very idea of your Mom watching you dance with Jeff on her big day makes you want to do it all the more. Jeff leads you onto the dance floor and pulls you close, keeping his hand at a respectable place on your back, and you sigh, swaying to the music as you look up at him.

“Why did you go through with it?” you ask. “If you want someone to love you, then I can do it. My mom never will.”

“Sweetheart,” Jeff laughs sadly. “You’re young, you’re getting love confused with the thrill that fucking someone like me gives you.”

You frown, intent on arguing with him, but then you catch Jensen’s eye over Jeff’s shoulder. He’s sitting at a nearby table, nursing a whiskey and staring at you, his eyes dark and hooded. You know a lot about people becoming addicted to thrills, but something feels different about Jeff and the thrill that he gives you. While it is very fun fucking him, knowing that he’s the last person you should be sleeping with, there’s also a deeper connection there, and maybe Jeff’s just in denial about that.

“Sure,” you sigh, deciding to let him believe what he wants for tonight. It is his wedding day, and a room full of people watching isn’t the time to rock that boat.

“You look breathtaking in your dress,” he tells you, making your cheeks heat up.

You clear your throat delicately, stretching up to bring your mouth to his ear. “I want you to rip it off of me.”

Jeff smirks slightly, glancing around the dancefloor. “On my wedding day?” he tsks, feigning disapproval.

“Well someone’s gotta fuck you on your wedding night, and it’s not gonna be your new wife.”

Jeff laughs, nodding softly, glancing around once more. “What room are you in?”

“Six ninety four,” you tell him quietly.

“Then I think you should go and freshen up, don’t you?”

You bite your bottom lip, breaking away from him and nodding your head softly. He sends you a subtle wink, and you clear your throat, setting your eyes on the hallway that leads to the elevators as you start to head towards it. Your arousal is already growing, even though it’s been less than twelve hours since Jeff was last inside you. You shift your weight from foot to foot as you wait for an elevator door to ping open. You watch the number above the door descend, getting closer and closer to the floor you’re currently on, when you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. You turn to see Jensen, smirking at you.

“What are you doing, Jensen? Anyone could see us,” you tell him quietly, pulling your hand away.

“Where are you going?” he asks curiously.

“To freshen up, in my room,” you tell him.

“Sure you’re not going to fuck your new step-daddy?” he pries.

“It’s not your business if I am,” you reply a little shortly. Jensen frowns slightly, and you realise he doesn’t really deserve this kind of hostility. You sigh, letting your defences down a little bit. “What if your wife sees us?”

“She won’t,” he insists. “Just want a minute alone with my girl.”

“You can escort me up, but you need to come back down again, okay?”

The elevator doors open and you step inside, feeling Jensen follow you in. The doors close, and as soon as you’re alone together, Jensen pushes you up against the wall, pressing his body tight against yours. You can smell his cologne, something you do love and miss, and his breath falls hot on your lips.

“Not stopped thinking about you, Kitten, got Daddy feeling pretty vexed.” You can feel his erection as he grinds it into your core, making you feel flustered. You’d forgotten how much of an effect this man has on you. “Missed this perfect body of yours, I hate the thought of other men stealing your attention.”

You laugh softly at him. “It’s my job, Jensen,” you remind him. The lines had blurred when your personal lives collided, and sometimes you think Jensen forgets that you’re still just an escort, and he’s still just a client.

“Do you make him pay?” Jensen presses, dragging his teeth down your throat.

“He– He doesn’t know,” you confess.

“Interesting,” he smirks, stepping back as the elevator doors open on your floor.

You take a deep breath and start to walk towards your hotel room, feeling Jensen following you. Jared happens to be leaving his own room a little further up the hall, and you mentally curse the sight of him, worried that this evening is about to get out of hand.

“Hey Jar,” Jensen calls out to him fondly, and you force a smile as you open your door, Jensen and Jared stepping inside before you can invite them in, not that you were going to.

Jared clearly thinks this is some pre-arranged thing, and is completely oblivious to the fact Jensen is trying to gatecrash your plans with Jeff, and you overhear Jensen ask Jared where Libby, his wife, is. Jared explains she went home, some kind of work emergency, and Jensen makes a comment that you block out. How are you going to explain to Jeff that two of your other ‘booty calls’ are in your hotel room?

You take a deep breath, heading into the bathroom to grab some perfume and freshen up, and you pretend to be fussing around your room so the boys will hopefully grow bored and leave. But they do no such thing, helping themselves to the miniature whiskeys in the mini fridge and lounging back on the couch, making themselves comfortable. A knock at your door makes your stomach twist, and you go to answer it, seeing Jeff standing there. He’s removed his tie and undone a couple of shirt buttons, and if it wasn’t for the cockblocks sitting on your couch, you’d be all over him already, dragging him into your room to rip your dress off, just like you’d promised him he could.

“Hey,” he smirks, “gonna let me in?” You open the door a little wider, revealing your company and shooting him an apologetic look. Jeff frowns slightly, standing up a little straighter. “What are you two doing in here with my step-daughter?” he asks, playing the part.

Jensen scoffs at his words. “Cut the act, Jeff, we know you’re enjoying that pussy too. Figured it’s your wedding night, a night to celebrate, and what better way than sharing a gift as sweet as Y/N?”

Jeff looks back at you, and you take a deep breath, wishing Jensen hadn’t crashed your rendezvous and turned it into some foursome you hadn’t planned for. You turn your head to look at him, Jeff stepping inside and out of view of any lingering guests, and you close the door behind him. Jeff makes his way deeper into the room.

“And what if she doesn’t want that?” he presses. Maybe he can read you better than you thought.

“Of course she does, you saw how hard I made her cum on that video I sent you,” Jensen smirks. “That’s why you started fucking her, right? Because you wanted a piece of the action for yourself? Wanted to outdo me.” He looks straight at you. “Does he outdo me, Kitten?”

“It’s not a competition, Jen,” Jared scoffs, clearly completely oblivious to what's going on.

“Of course it is,” Jensen laughs. “We’ve all fucked her, we’ve all made her cum, which one of us does it best, Kitten?” You’re uncomfortable with the position that Jensen’s putting you in, and he must realise you’re not going to answer, because he licks his lips, smirking at you maliciously. “Wanna know about the first time I fucked Y/N, Jeff? The true story?”

“Alright, you want a competition?” you speak up immediately, hoping to distract Jeff from what Jensen’s about to reveal. Jeff can’t know about your job. It goes beyond you not wanting family to know now. Now you don’t want him to know because you’re ashamed. You’re afraid he’ll stop wanting you if he knows you’re a real whore. “I’m gonna need a reminder, so are we gonna have a party, or what?” you challenge.

You tug on your bounds, the soft silk ties that had been around Jensen and Jared’s necks are now being used to keep your hands bound behind your back, and your ankles bound together. Jensen’s doing, of course – the guy’s probably been desperate to tie something up since your last session. You’re on your knees, your ass in the air. Jensen had ripped your panties clean off, leaving your bridesmaid dress on and letting it bunch around your chest. Everytime Jeff had questioned the rough nature of Jensen’s treatment of you, Jensen would reassure him that you love being treated like a little whore, and unfortunately, the way your pussy is now dripping only proves Jensen right.

You can feel them all standing behind you, staring at you, as you kneel there on the bed, practically presenting yourself to them. You can’t see much because of the way your face is pressed into the mattress, but you can feel it.

“Gotta make it fair,” Jensen announces. “We’ll each fuck her without telling her who is who, and she can tell us which she preferred. That way, she can’t play favourites, or I’d win.”

Jared laughs at Jensen’s comment, but you know Jensen believes himself. You used to spend so much time telling him he was your favourite client, and he was, but recently that’s soured, and things have shifted.

“So, we’ll rock, paper, scissors it for the first turn,” he explains.

“You okay with this, Doll?” you hear Jeff speak up.

You shift a little, hoping to turn your face enough to be heard. As much as you weren’t thrilled with the idea of Jensen and Jared gatecrashing your time with Jeff, you can’t deny the idea is turning you on, and the alcohol in your system is definitely helping with that.

“Yes, please, Daddy,” you whine, shaking your ass, hoping to entice them. You just want someone – anyone – to fuck you at this point.

“She begs so pretty,” Jared hums, but you can feel a shift in the air, and you realise that Jensen has always been Daddy, and he probably isn’t aware that Jeff is now also Daddy.

“See, little slut wants it,” Jensen growls, sounding a little more irritable.

After a few moments, someone climbs onto the bed behind you, and you moan in anticipation, feeling yourself dripping, desperate for attention. You know the moment that the cock slides inside you that it has to be Jared. You’ve come to know the feel of Jensen and Jeff a lot more than you do Jared, and while it could be Jeff from the soft touches, and the way he’s slow to start thrusting, he doesn’t feel quite thick enough. It still feels damn good, though, and you find yourself rocking back, fucking yourself harder onto his cock, feeling his long fingers dig into your flesh. The way he tries to hold back the gasps are the biggest give away, the tiny whimpers are a little higher pitched than Jeff and Jensen.

Your legs are shaking and you feel a little overwhelmed by the way he’s slow to drag your orgasm from you, and you’re right on the edge when he pulls back, and then disappears. You whine pathetically, wiggling your ass as if to entice him back, but no one touches you.

“Fuck, please,” you start begging vocally, and then you feel the bed dip again, another cock sliding inside you. This one is thicker, but he’s just as gentle, and your body shakes in relief as you welcome Jeff in. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Jeff chuckles lowly under his breath, holding your hips harder, fucking you a little harder and faster than Jared had done, and he brings you right back to the edge of your orgasm. You don’t want to make Jared feel bad, but you can’t help the moans that spill from your lips as Jeff fucks you just right, as your thighs tense and you feel yourself so close to the edge.

“C’mon, doll, let go f’me,” Jeff hums.

“Hey, don’t fucking cheat,” Jensen grunts.

“Holy fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you beg, pushing your face into the mattress to muffle some of your scream.

You clench hard around him, feeling juices trickling down your legs as he fucks you through your climax, thrusting a little slower as you clench around him.

“It’s my turn,” Jensen insists, clearly giving up on the ‘guess who’ game he tried setting up.

Even if he hadn’t announced it, you would’ve been able to tell Jensen apart from a hundred other men. His touch is rough from the moment he thrusts inside you. He’s the thickest of the three, only by a little, but enough that you can feel the burn, and he doesn’t start off slow, letting you get used to it. He fucks you rough and hard and fast, until you can barely breathe.

“You came for him, Kitten, where’s mine?” he demands, spanking your ass hard. You moan loudly at the impact, squeezing your eyes closed, feeling him building the orgasm quickly like usual. “C’mon, give it to your Daddy.”

You pay no mind to the pissing contest the men have clearly created between themselves, and instead focus on the second orgasm that’s building to breaking point inside you. The way Jensen punches at your gut, rubbing himself along your g-spot so deliciously just tips you over the edge a little harder than most men can. And Jensen’s clearly not holding back this time, putting out all the stops to make sure you’ll cum the hardest for him, as if to prove his point that he wins. What, you’re not sure, really.

You cum around him, so hard that you find yourself soaking his cock, your juices spraying him like they often do, and Jensen laughs, spanking you again.

“My dirty little kitten, always gotta get me wet, this suit is ruined.”

It suddenly feels overwhelming, knowing that there are two other men watching you getting destroyed like this, one of which you think you might be in love with, and the thought of Jeff seeing this, questioning your feelings for him, or judging you for being a slut gets too much.

“Jensen, stop… Stop, red,” you choke out your safe word.

Jensen doesn’t seem to stop until someone is pushing him away.

“She said stop, Jensen,” Jeff barks.

You feel your hands and ankles getting released and pull yourself out of your position, your limbs aching as you do so. You turn to see Jeff first, looking at you concerned, and he sits down on the bed and wraps his arms around you.

“Are you okay?” he checks, kissing your forehead. You nod, even though it’s a lie, and Jeff sighs. “I think you boys should leave, let me deal with this,” he commands softly. Jensen frowns slightly, not moving, and you can see the wet patch on his shirt and grey slacks that you’ve made, only feeling more ashamed in yourself. “Go, Jensen, before your wife wonders where you are.”

Jensen huffs, putting himself away and grabbing his tie from the bed, turning and leaving with Jared.

“I’ve got you, baby girl,” Jeff soothes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let that happen.”

“It’s not your fault, Jeff, I’m the slut, I thought I could handle it.”

“You’re not a slut, baby,” he reassures you, kissing your forehead. “I promise you’re not.”

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iikkeee · 2 days ago

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Waiting for you || smut

Bridgerton Benedict x Reader !!

Warnings: unprotected, oral, dirty talk (?) not much more just lots of fluff

A/n: i honestly just wanted to make a cute little story about Benedict because he’s my favorite character, but I hope you guys like this I also apologize for any misspelled words or such as I wrote this at night lmao

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I looked in the mirror dusting off my dress “hmm” I hummed as I admired myself. “Who are you getting dressed up for?” My mother asked suddenly appearing behind me “my gosh, mama you scared me” I said as I clutched the fabric near my heart in shock. “Anyways, I’m not getting dressed for anyone.” I turned to her rolling my eyes slightly “I haven’t seen you like that since your season, love” she said taking my hands in hers “I think I’m too old to be courted at this point” I replied with a gentle smile. “Not at all, there’s always going to be a special someone. Just wait.” She said caressing my face with one of her hands, I smiled squeezing her hands before letting go of them and walking out the room. “Is it that bridgerton boy?” She yelled as I went up the stairs “oh my god!!” I replied going up them faster my cheeks flushed. I closed the door to my room plopping onto the bed, I was like a lovesick school girl and I felt a fool. I freshened up quickly and headed down once more. “Mama, i’m going to the bridgerton’s” “ah so I was correct” she replied winking at me “BYE!” I exclaimed before running out the door.

I opened the front door and walked to the main room, “ah, Y/n I didn’t think you’d come today” Violet said smiling as she layed her hand on my shoulder guiding me to one of the tables “how could I not when I have these two asking for me?” I exclaimed as hyacinth and Gregory ran to hug me, I laughed as I had them both in my arms. I rubbed both of their backs as I looked up seeing Anthony there “and how could I leave poor Anthony without my presence for far too long?” I asked smiling as I left the children opening my arms “Please you were here yesterday” he said rolling his eyes nonetheless returning the hug. “Uh, is Benedict in today?” I asked Violet “oh please he never leaves the house” she replied I chuckled at her answer “y/n are you going to the ball later?” She asked unexpectedly “oh no, I’d rather just stay home” I said settling into one of the chairs “perhaps you could keep Benedict company, I doubt he’d want to go anyways” Anthony said glancing from me to Violet “perhaps I should”

“Bye Y/n!” The bridgerton’s said as they left for the ball, I waved before closing the door. My heart was racing, I had never been able to stay alone with Benedict. I calmed down walking through the halls searching for him. He sat drawing in his sketchbook, his brows furrowed in frustration as he ripped a page for his book. I walked to his side crouching down to look at the sketch stopping his hand as he almost crumbled it. “Oh hello y/n” he said turning to me, I nodded at him “aren’t you supposed to be at the ball?” “I stayed to keep you company” I replied. He smiled before turning back to the book, i hesitated as I realized i still had my hand on his “your art is beautiful you know” I said smiling as I looked at what he had drawn “you flatter me, but this page is horrible” he replied “not at all, you see…” I paused as I lifted his hand up holding it at the angle he was drawing it “this drawing is almost perfect, all you have to do is get those extra details, just use yourself as reference” I said smiling, he peered down at me which felt like an hour despite being mere seconds my breath hitched. “You look beautiful today you know?” He complimented our faces close, I flushed “thank you” I muttered as I looked down at his lips. I gulped as we both turned our heads getting even closer our lips almost touching. I closed my eyes as he pressed his lips on mine, my heart racing.

I grabbed his shoulders pushing him away gently “what?” He asked his eyes shifting to see the expression on my face, I smiled at him “we can’t do this…I have to be married or else I’ll be dishonored” I replied caressing his face “so what? Nobody will see us” he said my face falling, how could I tell him that I wanted for people to see us together? He noticed the frown on my face “hell…I’ll give you a proposal right before you walk through that door” he whispered “Benedict” I said resting my hands on his shoulders “I’m not kidding, y/n you are the most beautiful women I’ve known. I’ve liked you for all these year we’ve known each other” he said picking up my hand and placing it on his heart, his heart beating as fast as mine “really…you’ve liked me too?” I asked shocked “of course I did, but you had all those suitors” he said rolling his eyes “none of them compared to you, you know?” I said putting my finger under his chin making him look at me “Why do you think I’ve stayed unmarried? I was waiting for you” I whispered. “You’re making it hard for me to not get on one knee” He sighed before wrapping his arms around my waist bringing me to his lap, as his lips met mine I had never felt more passion in my life. My heart beating so loud I’m sure he could hear it. I caressed his face as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, his hands wandering down my form.

We both pulled away catching our breaths, staring into each other’s eyes “do not jest Benedict” I responded “I’m being serious” he said kissing my shoulder as he started to unzip with dress, I gasped “is this okay?” he asked, “It’s just I’ve never done this before…” “it’s okay, we can take things slow” he said pulling away “no…keep going” I exclaimed he glanced at me before removing the dress off, his hands moving to take off the rest of my garments. I shuddered at the feeling of his touch, he kissed down my neck leaving small bites and marks down it before moving to my breasts he kissed my delicate bud sucking on it gently as he kneaded the other in his hands. My breath hitched as I felt the new sensation, a weird feeling in my stomach occurring. He moved to the other giving it the same treatment, my back arching at the feeling whimpers leaving my lips as I felt my cunt getting wetter. He smirked against my skin as he left my chest moving back to my lips pulling me into another deep kiss.

He placed me down on the table moving his sketchbook out of the way as he kissed down my belly “Benedict..” I whispered as I saw him going lower “I want to make you feel good” he whispered as he spread my legs kissing my thighs gently. I shuddered as his tongue met my cunt “you’re so wet for me” he said against me making me blush. He licked my folds and sucked on my bud, I put my hands through his hair wanting him even more. He moved his hand to my cunt putting his digits inside stretching me out as he moved them in and out, I moaned as he went faster. My stomach feeling warm as he continued sucking on my bud and moving faster, my body shaking as I released. He took his digits out licking them clean before taking off his shirt and pants, I blushed as I saw his toned build his hands moving to free his throbbing member from his underwear.

My eyes widened as I saw it, he kissed me before positioning himself at my entrance “this might hurt for a moment” he said against my ear as he inserted his member in gently. I hissed at the pain leaning my head against his shoulder he kissed my neck relieving some of the pain. “Benedict…” I whimpered motioning him to start moving, he moved slowly allowing me to adjust fully. I moaned as the pain went away his strokes were passionate, his love showing through them. I pulled him into another kiss our moans being suppressed as our lips moved together like they were made for each other. His strokes started to become faster causing my head to roll back his lips moving to neck kissing it. With each stroke my stomach got warmer my cunt throbbing and clenching on his member, “fuck y/n” he groaned going faster, I moaned as I felt myself coming undone. “Benedict” I whimpered before releasing, he cursed before releasing too.

He pulled out as we both caught our breaths, I sat up and put my arms around his neck “that was…amazing” I said smiling kissing him gently, he smiled before pulling me on to him. He nuzzled his head in my neck “I love you” he said softly “I love you too” I replied smiling widely. “Let’s get cleaned up before they come home though” I said remembering the situation “of course” he replied as we both cleaned up putting our garments back on, I zipped up my dress before seeing him fiddle with his collar. I walked to him adjusting it and putting my hands through his hair making it look presentable. “Ahh, you’re so perfect” he said picking me up “Benedict stop!” I giggled as he held me in his arms “mwah” he said as he kissed me.

We spent the reminder of our time cuddling together as Benedict sketched, we both looked up as we heard the door open “oh well I see you two are comfortable” Anthony said smiling as the rest of the family came into the room. Violet smiled at us before settling down a tone of the tables “Well I have announcement to make” Benedict said smiling at me, my mouth opened in shock as I knew what he was going to say “me and y/n are getting married” “what?!” Eloise said in shock “Well it makes sense but out of nowhere?” She added “Thank god” Violet exclaimed coming to my side “I thought you guys would never find out that you liked each other” Anthony said chuckling. “It’s unexpected yes, but I think it’s the right choice” I said smiling at Benedict as I placed my hand on his chest. “Oh! Does that mean that y/n is going to be like a sister to me?” Hyacinth exclaimed happily “Yes, we’ll be even closer than we are now” I said hugging her side. “Looks like we have a wedding to plan than” Daphne sighed. _______________________________________________

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 days ago

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Would you consider doing a jealous Félix fic? Preferably around the time of the movie? I love all of your fic by the way! Your Pepa/Fèlix ones are actual perfection, thanks so much for blessing us with them🙏🫡

Sure! We LOVE some big, jealous men!

(Also thank you, thats sweet ❤️)

"I told you, he'd be fine!"

"No no. I promised him meat, meat he is going to get."

For SOME reason, his older brother, Julio, was the only man on this planet that enjoyed how Pepa cooked steaks. As such, she promised to not only make it for his birthday tomorrow, but make it out of a REALLY fine cut of meat. Julio knew little about emotions AND food, so Félix kept telling her he'd eat a fucking cow hoof if she put enough salt on it. But of course, you couldn't tell this woman that. She just HAD to get a good cut right from the butcher. She at LEAST let him go with her, so the bastard wouldn't try to cheat her by making her pay more for a shitty cut.

"Is this just because he actually likes how you cook meat?"

"I will hit you. I make GREAT steak!"

"You make beef jerky. And I love it about you-"

"You know what, you don't get to kiss me. For at least five minutes."

Ow, harsh punishment. He opened the door to the butcher shop, letting Pepa in, and letting someone else out. Pepa walked up to the meat counter, looking over at the selection for a brief second, before ringing the bell. The family never really did runs to the butcher shop, given that people ALWAYS volunteered to bring meat to their family, save Alma the trip. It was why Félix felt a bit out of place, despite having gone to a butcher shop plenty of times.

"One second, por favor!"

They waited for a man to come up from the back, wiping blood from his hands. Pepa didn't even wait till the guy got up to the counter.

"So I'm having company over and...Esteban?"

The man blinked at her, confused, before recognition flashed in his eyes.

"PEPA? Dios, it's YOU!"

The SMILE on her face. He hadn't seen that shit since this morning. Towards him.

"Oh-YOU! I KNEW I recognized those hands! I haven't seen you in years!"

"It HAS been years, hasn't it? I'd shake your hand, but I'm a bloody mess."

"Oye- I'm offended you'd offer. Last I checked, friends hugged each other."

Félix got a good look at the guy as he took off his apron and gloves, and come up behind the counter to hug her. He was a HUGE guy. Which wasn't a rare type that Pepa attracted, but this dude was also FAT. Little bits of hair stretched alongside his arms and poked out of his shirt. Pair that with his beard and he was just a mess of a man. Aka...Pepa's type. Realizing that made the tight hug feel so WEIRD to him, and it didn't get too much better when they seperated.

"It is SO good to see you again! Wow, you got to be so BEAUTIFUL!"

"What? I wasn't before?"

She huffed, but before a cloud could form, he put her hands (that looked so little in his) right onto his hairy chest.

"Pepa, you were always incredible. I'm just saying, I always wondered how you'd look as a grown woman, and here you are. Just. Wow, Pepi."

Pepi. Did this random ass dude just call HIS wife Pepi? She wasn't bothered by it like she should be, but rather, amused.

"Oh alright, ill let you get away with that one. Only because I like you."

"Your husband must be VERY lucky to-"

"Yes, I'm very lucky. I'm Félix. Her husband. Right here."

He stepped in a bit, holding his hand out to him. Esteban looked confused, before he chuckled, shaking his hand. A good grip on him too.

"So nice to meet you! Dios, the man who tied down Pepa Madrigal, in MY shop. How about that?"

"Yeah you'd think people would remember. You know, hurricane and best day of my life and all that- how exactly do I not know you?"

Pepa chuckled, waving her hand dismissively at him.

"Oh we had a few classes together. That and he was my first boyfriend. Oh I remember, back then, me and my girlfriends thought he was so cute, we called him 'esta-bien' behind his back."

Esteban rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Yeah I was uh. Nervous around girls, and apparently they liked that. Pepa was my first girlfriend and she...taught me a lot-"

"Like how he REALLY liked a good hand job."

They both had a bit of a laugh over this. Now while Félix respected Pepa's past (god knows he was no virgin mary either), it was a BIT different, being face to face with one of them.

"That's. Nice. How did you two break up anyway?"

"Oh my dad didn't like me being with girls. He wanted to get me an all boys class, but of course they said no. When he realized I was messing around with Pepa, he homeschooled me. That was the last time I saw Pepa, actually."

Pepa sighed at the memory, it clearly being special to her.

"He HATED me, but I respected what he did for the community. How IS your papi?"

Esteban fiddled with his hands, suddenly seeming so down.

"He uhm. He passed away a week ago. Heart attack."

"Oh I'm SO sorry! I had no idea!"

"I know. He said he wanted it kept to the priest, and his family. But since mom died, that kinda left just. Me."

Pepa, trying to fan away the rain clouds, frowned.

"I am SO sorry. Do you need a hug?"

"I...don't wanna make things weird, with your husband-"

"Félix is a grown man. Come here."

Now he felt for the guy. Really he did. Assuming his words were true, it must've been a rough thing to go through. But that didn't mean his face had to be RIGHT in his wife's tits during the embrace. Those were HIS (and Pepa's obviously), and it took everything in him not to bitch slap this guy away from his wife. The hug lasted a real, solid minute, and the man smiled.

"You're still sweet as ever, Pepi. Thank you. But uhm, you came here for some meat though, right?"

She pouted a bit as she lightly patted his cheek. This guy LIKED that. He could see it in his eyes.

"If you don't mind. I'm cooking for HIS brother, so it has to be special."

"For you Pepa, I'll give you the best meat I have. Here, let me show you what I have."

Esteban got behind the counter as he showed her different cuts. Félix didn't like how much he smiled at her. Didn't like how he kept finding reasons to touch her hands or talk about their past. They were happy together. She liked touching him then. Stories of how she'd constantly sneak her little hands where they shouldn't be. This guy was getting so excited, there was that twinkle in his eyes that said 'say the world, and I'll take you in a heart beat'.

"Okay so, prime rib. Anything else you recommend?"

"Well, I don't know what else you're doing with dinner, but HIGHLY recommend the sausages. I make them myself everyday! And the leftovers go to the hogs, but I'd MUCH prefer you use it to feed you and yours."

"You know what, go ahead, give me of your sausage while we're at it."

Okay this wasn't just him, right? That fucking sounded weird? That didn't sound like Pepa's cute ex wanted to think about plowing her? Couldn't be just him. Félix took a hold of it all, since that's what a husband does for HIS wife, and he was the best of them all. He stood there, waiting for this man to let go of his wife's hand.

"And you are welcome here ANY time, Pepa, only the best cuts for you."

"Disparates! We'll meet for pleasure SOME time! Maybe some cafè?"

He watched as he squeezed her hand. It was subtle, but it was there. That lovesick man, all over his wife, like a fly to shit. Don't strike him, do NOT strike him-

"I'd like that. Very much, Pepita."

He was gonna find him in a dark fucking alley. He gently nudged his wife with his elbow.

"Pepa, we can't be late. Come on."

She waved him goodbye, before Félix finally got her out of there, and on the way home. He hoped that was the end of it. It wasn't. The whole walk over, she wouldn't stop talking about this guy. About how she'd love to wear his jackets, about how he'd bring her little flowers, about how he liked being kissed right on his chin. He knew so much about this man in a few minutes, way more than what he wanted to.

"Oh and once, for english class, he wrote poetry about my hair. It was awful, but we were adorable back then. He always said they reminded him of strawberries in a field, he was SO sweet~"

"Uh huh."

Félix nodded as he started to put things away in their kitchen. Félix was sure that he as a person was great. But he was a guy who she found attractive, who wanted to fuck her. He knew he fucking did, he remembered that look in those eyes that she kept staring into-

"Félix? Are you listening to me?"

"Hmm? I'm sorry, I spaced out. What was it?"

"I was saying, easy on the cabinets! You're slamming them!"

Félix carefully shut the cabinet, muttering under his breath.

"You'd know about slamming, wouldn't you?"

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Wrong answer. Lightning cracked above her head, and she damn near slammed the meat on the counter.

"No. You speak up. You have something to say, be a man and say it."

She wanted him to say it? Fine. He turned to her, returning the same amount of huffiness as he was being given.

"I said you and your meat boy over there would KNOW about slamming, wouldn't you?"

She looked so confused. God he loved that dumb expression on her face.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about HIM. 'Esteban' this and 'Esteban' that- I'm SICK of it. That idiota WANTS you Pepa, and I want to kill him for it. I SAW his face. He wanted you. If I didn't say anything he'd probably try to pound you right on the dirty fucking floor!"

She put her hand on her chest, as if aghast.

"Félix Madrigal. Are you JEALOUS of Esteban?"

He couldn't help it. He practically slammed the cabinets shut to look at her.

"You know what, I AM, okay? I know when a man wants a woman, and that CABRON wants you!"

Pepa smirked at him, leaning against the counter.

"Are you worried big, sexy Esteban is going to sneak into the Casita when you aren't around?"

"YES."

She was fucking mocking him. She was adding fuel to the fire and he was getting angrier by the minute.

"Are you worried he's going to use all of his weight to hold me down? That him and his belly are gonna pin me down and fuck me in my own bed?"

"Pepa I'm fucking warning you, knock this shit off-"

She leaned back, letting one hand caress her thigh. She was fucking getting off to just the IDEA of her getting fucked by this guy? How DARE she?

"Are you worried he's going to make me scream? Are you worried that he's going to fuck me so good, I'll beg for him to cum in the pretty pussy you love so much?"

He pointed a finger at her, his chest rising and falling as anger made it VERY difficult to get a decent breath in.

"Don't. Don't you even FUCKING-"

"Félix...are you mad that I'll beg him to put a baby in me?"

The second she cupped her own pussy, that was it. He was angry. Enraged. Furious. Not at her, his Pepi could do no wrong. He was mad at Esteban. For tempting his wife, for threatening his fucking marriage, and being the exact kinda guy she'd sleep with. The idea of another man having the honor of stuffing this pussy full of cum and get her wife so beautifully pregnant? It was anger he couldn't relax.

"That's it- that's fucking it. You, upstairs, now."

"Maybe I'd listen to a man with more of a gut. To a man who knew how to use those big, sexy hands of-!"

He wouldn't let her finish. He had her over his shoulder in a second, hand on her ass as he carried her upstairs. He damn near kicked the door down, and threw her onto the bed hard enough to make her cry out in surprise. She looked so fucking sexy like this, the idea of some stupid meat man wanting this only made his blood boil.

"You're going to listen to your FUCKING husband. You're going to get thoughts of him out of your head, or I'll get them out FOR you."

Pepa could make a choice. She could say okay, like a good wife. Or, she could be the sexy, absolute temptress he knew she could be. He watched as she peeled off her dress (she had learned to do it so quickly, he considered it her 'other' gift), spread her legs out for him, and started to rub her pussy through her panties. She was already wet, he could see the darkness of the damp spot.

"Félix, it's not my fault. Look at him. He's so...big. He could hold me down, finger my pussy with his thick fingers, and I'd be just so helpless. It'd be so easy for him to take me~"

That was it. The straw that broke the camel's back. He took a step towards her, nearly smacked her hand away, shoved his fingers past her underwear, and right into her pussy. Normally he'd do just one or two, but she needed three. She needed three of his thick fingers to stretch her little cunt to the limit. His other hand gripped onto her thigh, forcing her to take it.

"HE doesn't get to hold you down. I'M the one who holds you the fuck-swear to god try to close these fucking legs again, I DARE you."

It was so much for her so soon, it made sense that she try to cover herself up a bit to try to stop the stimulation. They both knew the safe word, she just wanted to fucking test him. She WANTED him to lift her leg so much, it forced her on her back and her pussy in the air.

"Félix p-please-!"

"That's right, that's the name of your FUCKING husband. You think he can hold you down like this? Make your pussy sound THIS loud?"

He was practically barking at her. Her nails were gripping onto the bed, sweat soaked her red face. He could feel the wet heat in the room, it made his shirt cling to his skin, and he KNEW she liked it. She kept giving her those big, pretty, lustful eyes. Eyes for HIM, and no one else.

"I'm g-going to-"

"That's right, you're going to cum because of ME. Not HIM. I'M the only gran hombre you need. Look at me. Don't you fucking look away from your husband,"

Oh she was so fucking tight. She was soaking his fingers, she was cascading down her own fucking stomach- that fucker WISHED he could see her like this. He'd be fucking hard in a second, just like he was right now.

"Look at me when I make you cum. Right on my fingers. You wanted big fucking fingers, here the fuck they are."

She came. Her hips bucked upwards, as if somehow wanting more. Greedy little girl. She cried out for him, loud enough to sound like music to his ears. He hoped he could hear it, right from his stupid fucking butcher shop. He pulled them out of her, admiring the way her fluids made her pussy hair cling to the rest of her body. She was shaking as she gazed up at her, helpless as a bunny.

"Félix, I-"

"Over here. Facing the mirror. On your stomach. Come on, you heard papi, move it."

He gave her already sensitive pussy a smack, but despite her loud yelp, his wife was ever stubborn. She huffed at him, even turning her nose at him to piss him off further.

"Esteban wouldn't 'ask me' like a fucking child. I should go over to HIS house and-"

Fuck this man for making his wife have such a nasty fucking attitude. He dug his fingers into her hair, and yanked her to where he wanted her to go. She cried out in pain, but given how she spread her legs for him as soon as he put her in place, he could tell she liked it. Fucking Pepa was an art, and every single time, he made a masterpiece. And now, he was about to put that paint brush in her palette.

"Don't you say his fucking name. Don't you EVER say his fucking name in our fucking room, not in our fucking bed. I'll kill him. He's not going to touch you, even if he wants to. I know he does. He wants to ram you and make you feel this. But only I can."

She looked at him through the mirror, and she practically had hearts in her eyes. Such a beautiful, sexy woman.

"I'm sorry, who's name can't I say?"

"Don't say it. If you fucking say it-"

"Oh, right. Esteban ~"

This man was dead. How DARE his name be purred through such sexy lips? He pulled his cock out of his pants, and after pushing it inside her hot, wet, TIGHT pussy, laid on top of her. She swore under her breath as he did this, and he swore he saw her bite her bottom lip in absolute delight. That is, until he held onto her jaw, and shoved two of his fingers into her mouth.

"Look at me. Look at these fingers down your fucking throat. He can't give this to you. His cock can't fuck you like this. He- don't you FUCKING stop looking at me, lo juro por Dios."

He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, to smack her cheek with his wet palm, only to shove them back into her mouth. Then, he started to fuck her. He WAS a heavy man, and a heavy man could pound his wife hard enough to rock the damn bed, to make it look like he was just using her for his satisfaction. But this wasn't just his jealousy. This was her desire. Her desire to be pinned down by a man as fat as him, to gag around fingers as thick as sausages, to be stretched by a cock as big as his.

"Look at me. I don't want you to even THINK of other men. I want you to look at men and think 'they can't fuck my pussy like Félix can'. Because that's right. Look at me railing you, look at me making my cock hungry wife happy. He can't do that. He can't make these sounds."

The sounds of her loud, lewd gagging, the sounds of the bed creaking under them, the sound of his heavy frame smacking against her goddess like figure. She couldn't do ANYTHING against him. She just sat there, meeting his gaze, nails digging into the sheets and legs twitching after each and every thrust. He kissed the nape of her neck, let his teeth graze against her little ear.

"He can't stuff you full of cum. He can't make it pour out of you and make you feel stuffed. He can't make you TAKE IT."

She screamed against his fingers as he pushed himself in fully, and came. His cum coated her insides, and he swore he saw goosebumps on her skin as he poured more and more into her. He pulled out of her, having just enough to spill onto the small of her back. She was limp under him. Limp, but loving. He pulled his fingers from her mouth, only to have her hold his hand, and lick and kiss his skin and palm.

"Dios, he got papi so mad...~"

"Damn right he got me mad. He wants to fuck you like me."

She didn't mind the smear of fluids on her face, especially as she continued to make eye contact with him through the mirror.

"But he can't~...no one can fuck me and stuff me like Papi. I think you bruised my thighs."

"One, MY thighs. Two, I got the ass too, don't you worry."

He smacked her ass with his other palm, and she cried out in delight, cheeks flushed at the stinging feeling.

"Ay Papi, so upset~...you really think he can take me from you?"

"...kinda."

She sighed in almost exhaustion as she kept kissing.

"You're as dumb as you are sexy. He can't. Sure, he's sweet. And handsome. And he has so much hair. And he's got a big, big belly and hands-"

"Not helping."

"Oye, let me finish. He might have all of that, but he's not you. My husband, father to my kids. And mi papi, who takes such good care of me. He sees men who wants me, and reminds me of this."

His wife was so sweet. She was his sexy, sexy rock in his life. He sighed, feeling just a bit of jealousy leave his body.

"Gracias, Pepi. And I'm not against you guys being friends, obviously. I trust you."

"It WOULD be hot if he was involved, though."

He flicked her forehead in warning, despite her light swear.

"Hey, I'm still sticking by our no threeway rule. Any man touches you and I'm killing him."

"Does it count as a threeway if he just sits there and watches? All jealous? It'd be cute. He'd sit in a chair, pump his cock while you rub it in his face."

He wanted to say that was an awful idea, but. Well. He WOULD like other men to know they can't have Pepa.

"...we'll talk about it."

Pepa's smirk was huge. This girl really got whatever she wanted.

Whatever meat she wanted.

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the-heated-fox · 2 days ago

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@angeldustedwebofhearts (x)

Ash snarled lustfully as he gave a few more thrusts into his husband’s pussy, hands gripping his hips. As he watched Angel’s body squirm under him and heard his cries of ecstasy, he grinned down at him before he released his cock’s load into the spider. “Rrgh...Fuck...” he panted, his voice still containing the growl Angel loved so much.

#angeldustedwebofhearts #lemon

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captainshyborgrat · 15 hours ago

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I wonder if tumblr censors lemon nip nops. Dotwork by Captain Shyborg.

#pointillism #dotwork #lemon #lemons #captainshyborg #captain shyborg #berlin #art #artists on tumblr

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clone-whore-99 · 2 days ago

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Here ya go, my fellow clone whores

I have found a good excuse as to why the clones would carry around condoms with their gear

#lemon #nsft #star wars #clones #other uses for condoms #writing source #yes i did look up other uses for condoms #and this came up several times #fanfic source #condoms

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iwouldfuckdarkiplier · a day ago

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Thinking about giving Dark head as he tells me what good little slut I am. Also can I be 💀💅 (dead gay) anon

#anonymous #💀💅 anon #Dead Gay Anon #Mod A #Darkiplier #Darkiplier/Reader #Darkiplier x Reader #lemon

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phantasmiafxndom · a day ago

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for the a/b/o au can i req riddle, malleus, vil, azul and lilia spending their first heat with their mate?

Riddle

He's so embarrassed, it's a tempting idea to kick you out and get through his Heat alone. Even (or because) you're so important to him, Riddle doesn't want you to see him in such a pathetic state. In the end, he lets you stay, but he's trying his best to keep some measure of dignity. It doesn't work. Once he's truly aroused, it's a losing battle not to whine and plead for you to stay close to him. And when he's in your arms, no amount of resolve can keep him from grinding his slick-drenched cunt against your thigh.

Just that much stimulation has him going practically cross-eyed, little cock pumping out even more pre as he keeps humping your leg. He's too out of it to realize that he won't get full like this, but that doesn't stop him from clinging to you and drooling all over your shirt while he squirms. It turns out that Riddle is adorably needy when his Heat takes down all inhibitions. All he can think about is being close to you, no matter what that entails.

Malleus

Despite his intimidating appearance and usual composure, Malleus is a clingy baby when his Heat starts up. He wants to be petted and cuddled and held as much as possible, and even before he's fully in his cycle, he's the type to whine every time you try to leave the room. Distantly, he's aware he should probably be ashamed of himself... but when the person he adores is right here, nothing matters but soaking up all the attention he can get. But soon enough, the pulse between his legs gets distracting.

He's not picky. So long as he can stay curled around you, contentedly close to the most comforting thing in his world right now, you can more or less do whatever you want to him. Malleus's more dragon-like traits can be a little tricky to navigate, but stuffing his pretty cunt full of your fingers is a simple enough solution to get him calm. You don't have to do much. Just slow, soft orgasms while he holds you are perfectly acceptable.

Vil

Tempted as he is to spare himself the indignity and deal with another Heat alone, now's as good a time as any to get this over with. You're bound to see him in such an awful state eventually, so he should just deal with it now. Vil is a lot more anxious than he lets on. He doesn't want to look unseemly or pathetic in front of you, and his own desperation is infuriating. Even so, when Heat-brain is taking over and you're right there to stroke his hair and promise you'll take care of him, he couldn't love you more.

Vil is a little hesitant about the sexual parts. It's one thing to accept a little spoiling. Having you watch him come apart from your touch would be humiliating. But eventually, the aching arousal gets the better of him. You wind up with your face between his legs, Vil biting down on his hand in a poor attempt to stifle his wails. It feels so much better than he expected. Your mouth is warm, and he comes on your tongue so easily.

Azul

Nervousness quickly gets the better of him. Azul isn't used to spending his Heats in a human form, but the idea of you seeing his real self while he's like this is worse. On top of the normal needs, merman instincts are also slipping into effect. He'll try to pretend like he's fine for as long as possible, almost hoping that he can get through this without embarrassing himself... but all too soon, he's so desperate he could cry. It's only then that he manages to swallow his pride and allow you to help.

Of course, Azul is self-conscious. He doesn't like you seeing too much of him, even when he's miserable from a lack of contact. Your best bet is pinning him down and making the choice for him. He'll squirm and protest, but it's easier when he doesn't have to ask for it. Whether you use your fingers or your mouth, he'll be all but sobbing in no time. If you really want to tease him, point out how wet he's gotten for you. That'll earn the cutest sounds.

Lilia

He's fully prepared for everything to go just fine! Lilia's been around for long enough that he isn't ashamed of his Heat, especially when it'll be spent with someone he trusts to take care of him. If anything, it'll be wonderful to have some company for the first time in so long. As you'd expect, he spends a while teasing you and being "cute", but once the Heat actually starts to kick in, that shifts to a whole lot of snuggling up in your lap, pupils dilated dark and wide, and encouraging you to touch him.

While he doesn't mind being spoiled, Lilia has enough experience to know he wants much more. If you're comfortable with it, he'll insist you fuck him for real— a fake knot is nothing compared to the real thing, after all. His stamina is impressive, and he tends to get bitey when he's overwhelmed. Expect to be covered in little nips and marks, scratches down your back from when he's overwhelmed. He'll be a willing toy for you while he's like this.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Riddle #Riddle Rosehearts #Malleus #Malleus Draconia #Vil #Vil Schoenheit #Azul #Azul Ashengrotto #Lilia #LIlia Vanrouge #Headcanon #Reader #TWST ABO Au #Lemon

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danicruel · 2 days ago

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How do you think Abigail would respond to her person making her watch them touch themselves 👀

Oh my gosh, so much whimpering and whining, let me just say that 😩 (MDNI)

I can see her squirming around, trying to keep her hands held together like you told her to, and just squeezing her thighs together desperately for some kind of relief. She’s got her bottom lip between her teeth, pupils huge.

“Please, please — I want you so bad.”

#asks #lemon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson / reader #tlou2 #the last of us 2 #the last of us part 2 #smut #hey look i wrote this

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negans-lucille-tblr · a day ago

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Senior - Chapter Sixteen

Summary: Since her Mom walked out on them, Jared has been losing control of his bratty, promiscuous daughter, Y/N. When she fails her senior year and can’t graduate high school, Jared’s best friend, Jensen, offers Y/N a place at his private all girls boarding school, promising her father he’ll discipline her and improve her grades. But Y/N doesn’t go down without a fight, and Jensen’s methods of getting Y/N’s grades up take an interesting turn.

Chapter Tags: angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of divorce, taboo relationship, standard teenage pressures to have sex, mentions of fem masturbation, mentions of being used for sex, rejection, flirting, teasing

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“What makes you say that?” Jensen asks, glancing across at you.

You purse your lips, trying to keep your smirk at bay, though he doesn’t seem as hurt by the revelation as you were hoping. Not that you want to seriously hurt him, but you want to at least upset him a little after the way he’d treated you on Christmas Day. You’re used to guys using you like that – hell, most of the time not only do you expect it, but you kinda like it that way – and you’d thought that that wouldn’t change with Jensen, but it did. A bigger part of you than you cared to admit thought it would be different with him, that he wasn’t just doing it to get off, though maybe he was. Maybe you just caught him a few whiskeys too deep and he gave in because he just wanted to get his dick wet, and he didn’t actually want you, you were just the closest thing available.

Over the rest of the Christmas break the sting hurt less and less, and now you’re able to ignore it for the most part. You can’t take back what the two of you did in your father’s study, and if you know Jensen even a little, you know that he’s probably beating himself up for giving into you. He told you that night not to get attached, not that you had any plans to anyway. While it would’ve been fun to fuck around with him some more thanks to the thrill of getting caught, plus he was very good at what he does, you’re not one for repeats, anyway. Still, at least now you’ve got leverage over him; he can’t ever lecture you again if he wants you to keep quiet about what you’ve done.

“Oh c’mon,” you scoff, “are you blind? The way they were looking at each other all weekend? Plus I caught them together in the summer house at Dad’s birthday party.”

You kick back triumphantly, getting more comfortable in the passenger seat, and you watch as Jensen grips the steering wheel tighter and takes a deep breath.

“I mean, it’s hardly like you’re innocent anyway,” you add, smirking at him.

Jensen swallows hard and clears his throat. “Listen, Y/N, we should probably talk about… well, everything.”

“There’s no need, I don’t normally talk to the guys I fuck after it’s done,” you insist, looking out the window.

“Well I’m not just some guy you’ve fucked, am I?”

“We’ve fucked, you’re just some guy,” you offer, not looking at him.

“Okay, well, that aside, there’s some other things we should probably talk about.”

You huff, turning your head back in his direction without actually looking at him, and Jensen takes another deep breath.

“Me and your Aunt Clarissa are… separated.”

“Separated?” You frown, finally looking at his face to see if he’s being serious.

“Well, divorced now actually, as of Christmas Day.” You glance at his hand on the steering wheel to see he’s not wearing his wedding ring, and you wonder when he took it off.

“Sounds like a great Christmas present,” you scoff.

“It was, actually. We’ve been separated for a while now, not long after I moved. We’d been staying married for your Grandparents’ sake, but now the divorce is final, Clarissa is telling them today. It’s been a long time coming.”

You consider everything Jensen is telling you, picking at the hem of your skirt.

“Sorry, I guess,” you finally offer quietly.

You wonder if that’s what your Dad was always talking about when he said that there were things you didn’t know. Maybe that’s why he feels justified in sleeping with your Aunt, his own ex-wife’s sister, his best friend’s ex-wife. It’s all a mess, you recognise, but still, how could he do that to your Mom? To Jensen? But then you think about the fact that you’ve slept with Jensen, and how could you do that to literally everyone else?

“And I know about her and your father, he came to me at Christmas and told me.”

You look back at him again and frown once more. Is that why he fucked you? Some weird revenge? Was he pissed off that they were fucking and wanted to get back at them? Did he use you in that way too?

“Right.” You don’t offer anything else, picking at your skirt again, wishing your Mom had just never left in the first place because then none of this would be the mess that it is.

“Y/N, if you wanna talk about why you were upset after we–”

“No,” you interrupt.

“Okay,” Jensen sighs, “do you want to talk about anything else? Your father, Clarissa… your mother?”

“What’s there to even say about my mother? She’s not here, she probably saw the way Dad looked at her sister and left.”

“Actually, no, that’s not what happened,” Jensen explains softly. “It’s not my place to talk about these things, but I do want you to understand that your father tried to make it work, he fought hard to keep his family together, your Mom was the one that left.” You don’t reply to him, and after a moment he adds, “I’m always here if you need to talk about this stuff, Y/N.”

“No offence, Jensen, but I don’t really wanna talk to you at all,” you snap, turning your body away to look out the window again.

Luckily, the rest of the journey is silent.

Apparently you’re not the only one that’s had a shit Christmas, because Holly isn’t her usual bubbly self when you get back to your dorm and find her unpacking from the holiday. You’d been hoping to take some of your frustrations out by teasing her, but the way she dejectedly says hey and shoves her clothes into her drawers unceremoniously tells you something’s wrong. You debate asking her about it, because you don’t really need anyone else’s bullshit on top of your own right now. You’re not even mad at her for telling Jensen you’d snuck out of the school before Christmas – you’d wanted her to tell Jensen – but she doesn’t have to know that.

Eventually, Holly’s the one to break the silence, slumping down on her bed with a heavy sigh before blurting out, “How do you be a slut?”

You look over your shoulder at her and then turn around completely to face her.

“Me personally, or just in general?” you check. But Holly just shrugs, looking down at her fingers in her lap. “Why?”

“My boyfriend broke up with me, said I was a prude,” she grumbles, her cheeks flaming red.

“He got sick of the handjobs, huh? Shocker,” you scoff. Holly’s green eyes shoot up at you, glaring in your direction. You roll your own and sigh, “sorry. Listen, Holls, men only want one thing from you, that’s just a fact of life. They pretend they care and they want what’s best for you, and they pretend that they’re gonna be different, but they’re fucking not. They just wanna get their dick wet.” You can hear the bitter tone in your own voice, but you don’t even care. “So that’s why I beat them at their own game. They wanna use me, then I’ll use them.”

“How do you do it? I just felt so guilty even thinking about having sex with him, and he was my boyfriend! I told him we could but I changed my mind, and then he just called me a tease and broke up with me. I don’t wanna be a tease, I just… I’m nervous it won’t feel good or it’ll hurt.”

“Well, you know when you get yourself off? It feels like that but better,” you explain, shrugging.

Holly frowns slightly, licking her lips, “yeah, urm, so I‘ve never… you know…”

“Wait, you’ve never cum?”

“I’ve never even touched myself,” she mumbles, so quiet you barely hear her.

The information takes a second to process in your head, but when it does you can’t help but blurt out a what? Holly’s face is almost as red as her hair at this point.

“Okay, no, that’s… never?” you check. Holly shakes her head. “Okay, well the first rule of being a slut is getting yourself off, I mean… even if you don’t hit the big O, you should still be having fun, you know, making yourself feel good.”

“No, I can’t, that’s just… no, I can’t,” Holly repeats.

“Oh c’mon, Holls, if you can’t touch yourself, you’re never gonna get laid. Listen, it’s easy, just put your hand down there, figure out what feels good and just do that for a while until… poof.”

“Right now? You’re in the room!”

“Well obviously not in front of me. Why don’t I go and get us something to eat from the canteen, and you can work some stuff out, and then when I get back we’ll move onto lesson two, okay?”

You listen carefully for any noise on the other side of the door, but you’re met with silence, so you knock rather than just bursting in. You’d given Holly plenty of time – nearly an hour, actually – so you can’t imagine she’d still be busy. You don’t hear any protests as to why you can’t go in, so you slowly edge the door open, seeing Holly is sitting cross legged on her bed.

You instantly cock your head to the side and huff. “Girl, don’t ask for my advice if you’re not gonna take it.”

“I did,” she mumbles, embarrassed. “Twice actually.”

“Oh.” You’d half expected her to not go through with it, so the confirmation that she did is a surprise.

“I was worried you’d come back.” Holly is clearly feeling awkward about the situation, so you don’t press her any harder, throwing her a wrapped up burrito. “So urm, you said there’s a second lesson?” she asks, slowly unwrapping her food.

“You’re ready?” you check, sitting down on your bed.

“I mean, if you say that sex is… better than… that, then yeah.” She clears her throat, not looking at you, and you giggle.

“Alright, well next lesson is dressing the part, so I guess this calls for a makeover.” You smirk as you get off your bed and head towards your wardrobe. “You still have that ex of yours on Insta?”

“Yeah, why?” she asks softly.

“Because he’s gonna lose his shit when he sees you in this,” you tell her, holding up a tiny black dress.

“Why would I wear that, we’re not going anywhere,” Holly scoffs.

“Urm, yeah we are, where else are we gonna find guys to fuck in a girls only school?” You throw the dress onto her bed. “C’mon, I’ll make sure you have the best time. Live a little, we’ll show him what a prude you are.”

“Okay, the guy in the red shirt is kinda cute,” you point out quietly, only subtly glancing in his direction. Holly hasn’t quite perfected the art of subtly yet, because she turns her head and looks directly at him.

“He’s gotta be older than my Dad,” she complains, crinkling her nose.

“Ooh, even better,” you giggle, sipping your drink. “Holls, if you want a guy that’s gonna show you a good time, your best bet is one that’s older… more experienced.”

“That’s just too old, can’t we find one that’s around our age?”

“News flash, sweetie, no one is around our age here, we aren’t supposed to be in here,” you whisper. You’d managed to flash your fake ID and enough cleavage to make the bar man let you and Holly stay, even though Holly didn’t have any ID of her own.

You sigh, getting bored of pointing out guys for Holly to turn down, and realise you’ve gotten the attention of a man two tables away.

“Well, if you’re not gonna try and get lucky tonight, I still am,” you smirk, flashing the guy another sweet smile. This encourages him over, and you smirk triumphantly to yourself as he approaches.

“You okay here, ladies? You look a little lost.”

“Oh, it’s my best friend’s twenty-first birthday, and this is our first time in a place like this,” you explain softly, twirling your hair around your finger.

“Well that just means you’ve never had a guy buy you a drink, so allow me.” He waves down the barman and orders you both a refill, but Holly only looks more and more uncomfortable.

“Hey, Y/N? I think we should go now,” she tells you, tugging on your arm.

“Y/N, that’s a pretty name,” the guy speaks up.

“Thanks,” you reply, turning your back on Holly, and then you notice her out of the corner of your eye as she heads towards the bathroom. “I didn’t catch yours…”

“Mike.”

“Mike...” you repeat, biting your bottom lip.

You and Mike talk for several minutes as you keep your eye on the bathroom door that Holly disappeared through. You kinda wish you hadn’t brought her, you should’ve known she wasn’t going to be quite so easy to palm off.

“Your friend has been a while, everything okay?” Mike checks when he notices you glancing to the door yet again.

“Oh, yeah, she’ll be fine,” you insist. “Sorry about her, by the way,” you apologise. “She’s a bit of a buzz kill, I just wanted to have a good time tonight.”

Mike smirks softly and chuckles under his breath. “You’ve come to the right guy for a good time.”

“I have, have I?” you press, sliding a little closer to him.

“Yeah, I could show you and your friend a great time if you let me.” You finally see Holly coming out of the bathroom, and she seems a little nervous, but overall, she’s fine.

“Both of us?” you press, raising your eyebrows as Holly rejoins your side. “Hear that, Holls? He wants to show both of us a good time. I don’t think you could manage both of us.”

“I do like a challenge,” Mike smirks. “I’m sure I could handle it.”

“I’ll give you something to handle.”

You hear his voice before you see him, and when Jensen comes into view his fist flies into the guy’s face. Holly jumps next to you, and after only one punch, Jensen relents, grabbing the top of your arm to pull you away.

“Don’t let either of these girls in again, they’re underage,” he tells the barman.

“Thanks, Jensen,” you mutter sarcastically.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he hisses, starting to drag you out of the place, Holly willingly following you both.

“Oh, now you care about me,” you scoff. Jensen glances across at Holly and then sets his face hard, not replying to you.

Jensen doesn’t talk for the rest of the journey back to school, and he sends Holly back to your dorm and tells her he’s going to talk to her first thing Monday morning before class. You cross your arms over your chest when you realise he’s not letting you go with her, and Jensen waits until she’s out of ear shot to glare at you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks you again. “Not only do you insist on putting yourself in danger, but now you’re dragging Holly into this? Do you know how hard that girl works? How high her grades are? Something like this could ruin her chance of MIT, you know that?”

You roll your eyes, looking down at your feet.

“I didn’t force her to come with me,” you insist. “But I’m sorry that I’ve ruined Holly. I guess everything I touch just turns to shit, right? Because I’m such an awful person.”

“That’s not what I said, Y/N,” he insists through gritted teeth.

“Why do you even fucking care, Jensen?” you scoff. “You got what you wanted from me, so just leave me alone.”

Jensen glances around you both, and then grabs your arm, dragging you in the direction of his house. He doesn’t reply until you’re safely inside, and he’s locking his front door behind him. He sighs heavily before he turns around to face you.

“I care about you, Y/N,” he insists, his tone less aggressive. You scoff and roll your eyes, hardly believing him after the way he treated you at Christmas. “You don’t believe me... Why?”

“Just fuck off, Jensen,” you sigh, tired.

“No, tell me why. Why do you suddenly have this idea that I don’t care about you, hm? Is it because of Christmas? Because every other guy that fucks you just leaves and doesn’t care? You know I’m not just some other guy, Y/N.”

“You’re not different, you fucked me and then wanted to leave just like all the other guys.” Jensen frowns and shakes his head. “If you were some guy in a bar, you wouldn’t have called me, hell, you probably wouldn’t have even taken my number at all.”

“Why would you say that? And I’m not just some guy from a bar,” he reminds you.

“Exactly! You’re not, you’re my fucking Uncle… or you were, I don’t know what the fuck you are anymore,” you confess. “But you’re stuck with me one way or another, and I’m sorry I can’t just fuck off out of your life.”

“I don’t want you to fuck off out of my life,” Jensen huffs, stepping closer. “Sweetheart, when Holly called me and told me where you were, I dropped everything to come and get you, I was worried about you… the thought of you with some guy–”

“Oh, so you are jealous. I don’t… I just don’t get you,” you grunt, frustrated, reaching up to hold your head. “What do you want from me? You told me you didn’t want me, so I’m leaving you alone. I mean, what more do you want?”

“What?” Jensen stops, frowning and licking his lips. “When have I ever said that?”

“You said–”

“I never said that!” Jensen interrupts straight away.

“You did! When we were fucking you told me not to get attached, you said you just wanted to get your dick wet.”

Jensen seems to suddenly relax a little. “Y/N,” he scoffs, “I didn’t mean that… shit, I thought you knew I was just… I was dirty talking,” he explains. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I never meant it. Is that why you got so upset?”

You slowly let the information sink in. There had been a lot of dirty talk that night, and most of it you’d realised was just that, but that line had struck a nerve, clearly, and you’d taken it to heart. After all, why would Jensen want you to get attached? You both knew it wasn’t exactly something that could happen again, and at the time you’d thought you were okay with that, after all, you barely fuck a guy more than once, anyway. But it had hurt differently with Jensen.

“Did you really believe that I meant that?” Jensen asks softly, stepping closer to you, reaching up to cup the side of your face.

“Yeah,” you whisper, a little embarrassed. “It doesn’t matter, anyway, you were right. And it can’t happen again, right?”

Jensen doesn’t answer, which prompts you to lick your lips and look up at him. He’s staring at you, his thumb softly brushing back and forth on your cheek.

“Yeah, right,” he agrees, clearing his throat and nodding. “But, so long as you know that it wasn’t like that… it was more than just some meaningless one night stand for me.”

“Okay,” you whisper, looking back down at your feet. You’re not used to a guy thinking of your time together as anything more than sex, and you wonder just what it did mean to Jensen if it was more.

“‘Cause I wanna do it again,” he admits, making you look back up at him once more.

“Okay,” you whisper again, and then you feel Jensen’s lips on yours.

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whaleofatjme1920 · a day ago

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EJ, Jason, Puppeteer, Brian, and Tim with a boyfriend/girlfriend who enjoys casual sex, cockwarming, and morning sex.

Eyeless Jack, Jason the Toymaker, Puppeteer, Hoodie and Masky with an SO that Enjoys Soft Things

[GN!Reader. I don't specify anything, you just get penetrated lol.]

[Warnings: General lemon content, cockwarming, soft sex, praise, MINORS DNI]

[AN: this took me,,, far too long,,,,,,,,,, am sorry.]

Eyeless Jack

I don't always see the soft stuff as his thing tbh. The slow morning sex isn't,,, I just don't really see that as his thing?

Oh trust me, the two of you have tried but like it always ends up super rough and he likes to bruise you, bite you etc.

The cockwarming can stay though!! He loves to exercise that kind of control over you.

His praise during all of this is extremely condescending. It makes you heat up and he just,,, he's not ever that soft.

The casual sex slaps though. He can stand that, in fact often seeks it out. Doesn't always want to have long sessions.

Jason the Toymaker

Yeah he likes the soft stuff. It usually follows after the really hard things. It's a form of pre-aftercare with him.

He always says the nicest, sappiest things during this time. If you keyed him up to the point he was rough and mean, he's super apologetic and practically worships you.

He likes cockwarming but he's so impatient with it lol.

Likes having his hands on your lips, slowly moving you before taking control of the situation. Wants you to beg for him.

The slow, sleepy sweet stuff normally curbs his desire for more casual encounters. Every time with him is emotional as it is physical.

Puppeteer

Jonathan LOVES the more romantic stuff as much as he loves the rough stuff. I don't actually see him as like, that strong of a dom? Like a soft dom.

He loves the shibari though lol. That's a given. The morning sex is nice though. He's usually always awake? So waking you up with that is super nice in his opinion.

He loves cockwarming. He's really good at it, making you wait, whispering in your ear, he will absolutely work you up until you're begging and crying for him.

The casual sex he can,,, kinda go without? Like, he views sex as art. He doesn't like meaningless art.

But he will absolutely get it out of his system if he has to.

Hoodie (Written as Brian)

I feel I've talked about him and Tim extensively but I don't actually remember so-the casual sex works great because he doesn't want emotional attachments but Brian can't stay away from you!

So it works out. He's kind of addicted to you. That's just how it is. He likes to have you on his lap and watch TV or something, read, etc. He really likes to have you on his lap, buried inside of you. It's a control thing.

Morning sex also works quite well because Brian is a morning lark by nature! It's a super nice day to start his day.

He's usually always in the mood to give you some sweet praise too but also make you bend to his every wish.

idk what else to tell you other than the two of you have lots and lots of fun. Brian loves to mark you more than Hoodie does!

Masky (Written as Tim)

Another man I've talked extensively about, Tim likes the casual sex but he tends to put way too many emotions into it anyways.

I think of Tim as a dilf so like, that energy is here ofc. He likes having you cockwarm him during the most mundane things because it excites him and again, it's a power thing. What else would it be? He says the dirtiest stuff to you in the most condescending tone.

Morning sex sometimes happens? I think Tim likes being up in the mornings but he likes to sleep. Cannot fuck during this time. Sorry lol.

On the rare occasion you can get him to fuck you when you wake up, it's rough and almost unforgiving. He makes you do all the work and he's still fucking you so hard you can't sit right.

Tim is,,, he's kinda tired so please take good care of him.

#eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack x reader #jason the toymaker x reader #jason the toymaker headcanon #puppeteer x reader #puppeteer headcanon #hoodie headcanon #hoodie x reader #brian thomas x reader #brian thomas headcanon #tim wright x reader #tim wright headcanon #masky x reader #masky headcanon #minors dni #lemon #creepypasta smut

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skinnyazn · a day ago

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Hehe finally finished this Shenko piece for my fic, Heat of a Cold Night. Enjoy!

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · a day ago

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Okay you said Pepa wanted Felix shirtless during her baby shower....now I NEED that story please!

You know, I should expect that you guys want EVERY detail in some of these asks. Don't get me wrong, i love that you guys want these, but this was such a throwaway line, i gotta fucking, make up how this happened-

"You must be SO proud, Pepa! Giving your husband a son! I WISH I could do that!"

Pepa wasn't gonna lie, she LOVED being pregnant, especially with the first Madrigal grandson. Not only was she treated like an absolute queen, not only was she A FINE pregnant woman, but she had a one up on Julieta, just for ONCE. Just for today, it was about HER. Sure, Julieta was going to have her shower next week, but that didn't matter. Today, it was rainbows and rain, nothing else. Pepa gave a dismissive wave of her hand at her friends, as if this wasn't a big deal.

"Not everyone can have sons, hell, I had a beautiful daughter beforehand. But here I am! Not that I'm bragging. Well. Maybe a little."

She earned bragging rights though. She, at least for today, deserved the whole world. Rosario chuckled, plopping one of the gift boxes on her lap.

"Come on, enough preening! Open my gift!"

She had someone grab her glass of wine (it was non alcoholic, she just liked to pretend she was off her ass) as she opened the gift. It looked like some bag of some kind. It was yellow/orange, like the parties theme.

"And this is?"

"It's a changing bag. In case you can't make it home and you have to change him right away. I made it kinda big for when it's Félix's turn."

Ah, Félix. The man that put the baby in her to begin with. She loved this fucking man, and hearing him being mentioned immediately made her wanna see him. Knowing Dolores was playing at her friend's house, she cupped her hands around her mouth, and called out to Félix.

"Félix!! Ven aquí por favor!"

Félix came in a moment later, trays of drinks and snacks in hand.

"Ladies. Pepa, everything okay?"

"Si- look at what Rosario got for us!"

"Oh a changing bag-did you make this? Gracias, it's beautiful. But not as beautiful as you, Pepita~"

Of COURSE her friends 'awwwed' when he leaned in to kiss her forehead. She had the BEST husband, she deserved to show him off. She really, really did. An evil idea popped in her head, and she put on just the sweetest face she could muster.

"Félix, you love me, right?"

"More than ANYTHING. Why, what does Papi have to do for you?"

"Take off your shirt."

Félix raised a brow, clearly confused.

"We have guests though?"

"Come on, I wanna see TITS."

Her other friend, Maria, who was just THRASHED at this point, chimed in. Of course, that set everyone off, making them bark and beg for him to take it off. Félix, ever the people pleaser, sighed as he nodded.

"Okay, okay. I'm never one to disappoint women."

Félix was such a good sport about this, she loved it to absolute tears. He took off his shirt, clearly getting a big head as her friends cheered him on (though Pepa had to swat at Maria as she threw a peso at him, yelling at him to 'keep going'. This slut, she loved her), absolutely enthralled by the sight of a shirtless man. He knelt down to Pepa for his long over due kiss, and she grinned as she snatched his shirt from him.

"Just so you won't try to cover up. I wanna make all my friends so goddamn jealous by the end of this."

It was all in good fun though, totally. Félix was trying not to laugh at this craziness, but it was very difficult. It got even worse when Agustín walked in, since he had agreed to help clean. Another one of her friends tugged at his shirt, cackling like mad.

"I want this one too! He's cute!"

"I'm sorry- Félix is way cuter!"

"Why are we pitting two bad bitches together?"

Her friends were a fucking mess when they were drunk. Agustín tried to ignore it as he tried to refill their drinks, only to drop like half the bottle of wine on one of her friends.

"Dios- I'm so sorry!"

Félix sighed as he handed her a towel.

"I told you to let ME handle the drinks, bro. So sorry, Sofia."

"No no, Agustín wanted to get me wet, it's working~"

"Oh you WHORE!"

Pepa laughed, trying but failing to lean over and shove her friend. She was pretty far along, movement was difficult. Even Félix had to laugh as he patted his back, trying to help the guy recover from his embarrassment.

"Sorry bro-you know what it's like with married guys."

"What does that mean?"

"Ladies see a ring on your finger- automatically you're a thousand times sexier. It's like, a law."

"You know what else should be a law, no shirtless guys at this fucking party!"

Pepa was trying not to laugh herself to tears. Oh poor Agustín, at the mercy of these drunk, crazy women, all because he married her sister. Pepa pouted as she took back her glass to have a sip.

"Come on Agustín, just this once, for my friends? Por favor?"

Félix nudged his friend's side.

"I'd do it for YOUR wife's babyshower."

"Please don't actually."

"Then help a guy out- happy wife happy life, man."

Agustín, always known for being roped into Félix's shenanigans, sighed.

"Fine, fine. That's MY shower gift then, I don't have to buy you anything. Which is great, because I did, but I accidentally broke it on the way here."

Her friends clapped and hollored as Agustín took off his shirt, folding them neatly as he stood there, shirtless.

"This is the best fucking baby shower I've ever been to!"

"Sus pezones son tan rosados! It's so cute!"

Agustín was trying not to be embarrassed at such comments, but honestly, the ones for Félix were MUCH worse (or better, since he loved knowing he was considered FINE to her friends). Pepa snorted as she lightly nudged Agustín.

"Sorry, my friends are crazy. Get me another gift though, please, it's hard to move."

Agustín was thankfully not too embarrassed to help her (he had his own pregnant wife to care for, but he treated her SO well during her own pregnancy, it was so sweet. Genuinely Julieta picked a good one) and hand her a gift. It was enough of a distraction for him, at least. The gifts were so lovely- toy chameleon, a few story books, a couple of outfits. Her friends were just so considerate, and Agustín and Félix were so sweet, patiently dealing with her frisky friends.

Then fate decided karma was due, and due immediately. Bruno walked in, carrying a large box in his hands. It seemed heavy, given how it damn near broke the table as he put it down.

"You got a gift for you outside, Pepa. Think it's from the friend that said she couldn't make it and...why are they shirtless?"

"Same reason YOU should be!"

Oh no. Félix was her idea, Agustín was a bit suspicious, but NOT her baby brother, that was the final straw.

"No no, not Bruno, we are NOT doing Bruno-"

"I wanna do Bruno!~"

Bruno yelped as one of her friends leaned over to pinch his ass, clearly loving his reaction. She thought Félix would get him out of here. But no. Her husband thought it was just hilarious to NOT follow common sense.

"Bruno, you gonna say no to all these ladies? Come on, don't be rude! Your body isn't as bad as you think man, and I've seen it."

"Félix please stop telling everyone you've seen my brother naked."

"No no, Pepa, I wanna hear about it!"

Pepa groaned into her hands, both incredibly amused, and in AGONY.

"Oh my god can someone please get Bruno out of here-"

"I want shirtless Bruno!"

"But he's creepy!"

"And? I wanna see some creepy fucking nips!"

Dear god someone help her, this had turned into just a mess. Bruno stood there, absolutely embarrassed and flustered from the sudden spotlight.

"Uh, that's. Uhm. Sweet? But I'd really rather not. Pepa can I uh, go?"

"Yes- someone please get my baby brother out of here."

Félix shrugged, clearly not getting the reserved nature of their friend here. Agustín, a bit eager to leave himself, helped get a VERY flustered Bruno out of there (poor thing had to lift the hood over his head to try to cover his face). All her friends groaned at not getting their wishes, and Félix whispered to Pepa.

"Your friends are fucking nuts, Pepa."

"No they want fucking, AND nuts, huge difference."

She was a little proud of the grin that brought to his face, honestly. Félix, ever wanting what was best for her, held onto her hand, and kissed it.

"Would me dancing shirtless in front of your friends save your party?"

"It's not too much?"

"To show off that I'm the sexiest man in this room? Not at all. ESPECIALLY if it makes mi mami happy."

He was even sweet enough to use his arm to shield her from the raindrops starting to fall from above.

"I love you so much. It's an honor to carry YOUR son, Félix. And it's an honor to suck your dick after this."

"God you're an incredible woman~"

He kissed her nose, then her bump, before getting up on the table, and posing.

"YOU LADIES WANT A SHOW OR WHAT?!"

THAT got these drunk bitches just FERAL, crying out and whooping and hollering. Pepa sat there, eating snacks off her bump, drinking her mock wine, and watching as her husband became the envy of her friends.

And Pepa couldn't have made more rain and rainbows for the life of her.

#asks #not transformers #lemon #then Abuela came in to see this #and said she'd pray for them #listen not their fault i too would like a nice drink and to see Félix shirtless and covered in rain dancing on a table

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