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multiwreckedmess · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1

Prompt: Costume Pairing: San x fem!reader WC: 1,900 Summary: When you and your boyfriend have a minor disagreement on what to do for your halloween costumes, you hatch a plan to have him see your side.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent San or any Ateez member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

TW/CW under the cut

TW/CW: Sort of petplay, reader called “kitty”, “kitten” as well as “babe” and “sweetie”, oral (m. receiving), unprotected intercourse, finishing inside, tail plug mentioned. I think that’s about it.

Staring into the monochrome abyss of San’s closet you huff. “Babe? What are we wearing for Hongjoong’s Halloween party?” He doesn’t turn from his game, frantic clicks of the mouse filing the space where his reply should be. “Babe?” You ask again, foolishly hopeful. More clicking, punctuated by a flood of curses under his breath. You purse your lips and turn to him, the silhouette of his chair blocking him. “San?” His fist slams into the table, “SHIT! Sorry. Dead. I got 1 minute. What? Sorry.” “Costume. Halloween party?” “I was thinking we’d buy a couples-” “BUY?” Your eyes bug incredulously. The thought opens wide a can of childhood trauma. Years of your parents insisting that you create your costumes with clothes either from the second hand store or existing closet pieces with minimal single use articles. While others got to dress as Jesse from Toy Story or Cinderella, you had to figure out your best approximation of what a witch would look like in modern dress. San’s brows furrow in confusion. “What? Yes? How else do you get a costume?” “Where is your spirit of creation?! I might as well dress up like a cat if you’re just going to buy some shitty costume.” San rolls his eyes, exasperated. “You can’t make a cat into a couples costume.” “You go ahead and buy the costumes. I’ll put together mine and show you how much better it is.”

It’s manipulative, you know it is, as you examine yourself in the mirror. You’d probably never wear this ensemble out, but it was about the message. Fuzzy ears clipped to the top of your head matched beautifully with the tail plug tickling the back of your thighs from under your skirt. It was almost unfair, almost.

Leaning against the doorframe you watch him click away, unaware of the treat sitting mere meters away from him. You knock and wait patiently with a small smirk tugging at your lips. “He-holy shit,” San turns and stops in his tracks, eyes racking over your body. Whatever he was doing or going to do long forgotten he launches himself from the computer chair. He whole body throbs for a second as his arms tighten around you and lift, moving you with ease. For a second he considers tossing you fully onto the mattress but decides better, it would be a waste instead placing you in the center of the bedroom. “Such a pretty kitty,” San purrs, pushing your hair behind your ear. Nails scratching lightly at your scalp, his eyes shine as as shiver runs down your body. “So you like it?” You tug slightly at the half gloves covering your wrist, smoothing them taut to you. Small rubber paw prints adorn the palms, soft and squishy and pink. Your stockings have them too, just at the ball of the foot, with matching pretty pink bows at the tops of the thighs. You twirl, tripping lightly as the rubber paws grip the ground more than you’re prepared for. San’s arms wrap around you again and secure you as his chest blocking your tumble. “Maybe a little dangerous to wear out,” he muses, hand trailing your spine. “We’ll have to take care of that, won’t we kitty?” His mind feels hazy as the blood flow redirects southwards. He shouldn’t be as attracted to this outfit as he is. You just look so cute, so so SO cute it makes his head swim.

It’s impossible to hide the pulse of interest in his sweatpants, comfy and breathable grey cotton leaving nothing to the imagination. “Take care of what?” You bat your eyelashes dumbly, prolonging the game. Your hands skim down to the waistband of his pants, feeling the flex of his lower abs as his breath catches. His own hand pushes up the back of your skirt, tugging lightly at the tail, stirring the plug within you just enough to make you whine. “Don’t worry kitty, just follow me,” he smiles, palm cupping your ass. “get on your knees for me, won’t you?” You’ve never dropped to your knees faster, looking up at his toned body with wide eyes. He barely moves his head to look down at you, only his eyes following. Your mouth waters, staring at the tented outline pressing insistently to the fabric. “Be a good kitty and open your mouth for me,” his thumb strokes your cheek, your jaw softening and falling open in his hand. One handed, he pushes the top of his pants down, thick cock springing from the confines. Heavy and musky he taps the head on your outstretched tongue, sucking in air through his teeth. It the eager twinkle in your eye as you patiently wait for his next instruction that stokes the fire in his gut. “That’s it, now just the tip sweetie, just a little lick for me,” he coaxes.

Tongue flicking gently against the underside you listen for his breathy moan, mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You barrage him with sweet kitten licks all over the head of his dick. As much as he can control his body he couldn’t control his expression, fighting to keep his eyes open his eyelids flutter. “Li’e tha’?” You ask, words slurred with your tongue lolling out. “Just like that,” he sighs, “just keep your mouth open babe, let me do the work.” Letting the weight of his member rest heavily on your tongue you hold your head still, eyes fixed upwards, gazing at his face. Gathering your hair into a loose fist at the base of your scalp, his hips press forward into your inviting heat. It’s barely halfway down before he feels the resistant tight ring of your throat against him. Hazily he shallowly thrusts against it, the sound of your soft gags awakening something primal in him. Tears welling in your eyes you work hard to breath through your nose as he loses himself briefly to the rhythm. “Doin’ so well-,” he gasps, “a lil’ more. Such a good obedient kitty. A lil’ more for me.”

Your core throbs impatiently, gut twisting and tightening. His choked back moans and lack of oxygen have you lightheaded, your own hand wandering between your thighs to provide some relief to your unattended sex. Subtle twitches of his thighs and cock tell you he’s close, an unrepressed moan burbling up from your lungs has him retreating quickly, strands of spit and salty precum bridging the gap in your bodies. “Don’ wan’ cum?” You gulp and gasp, wiping your lips on the back of the arm warmers. San shakes his head, eyes unfocused and breathing heavily. You don’t have time to question why before he is pulling you up by your forearms and tossing you face down into the unmade sheets of the bed like you were little more than a misplaced pillow. He’s on you nearly as fast, hand running up the back of your thighs to your slit. “Practically dripping,” he growls and giggles all at once, giddy. You push back on his hand with a moan. “All for you,” your voice is horse and ragged. “Good kitty.”

The blunt pressure of his cock breaching your entrance forces a harsh exhale from you. Your skirt is bunched and balled into his fists at your waist, little more than makeshift handles for him to use as he pushes his way into your tight heat. The slickness of your arousal eases the push as his hips roll against you, deeper and deeper with each stroke until he’s fully seated in your cunt. Elated, you wiggle back at him, shaking the tail still snuggly held in by the plug. San marvels at how your walls stretch and hug to accommodate his thickness. The audio visual experience of your small moans and tight hole eagerly sucking him back dulls his wits. For a moment he drops the skirt to palm your ass, spreading you so he can better watch himself disappear as he shallowly fucks into you, absentmindedly stroking the fur of the tail draped down your back. It’s just enough to jostle the plug, tight ring of muscle flexing to hold it in. Your chest tightens and vision blurs, elbows faltering and falling cheek first into the mattress. “It feels good,” you try to say, only bubbles of spit and moans managing to make their way out of your mouth. “You’re so fucked,” San laughs as his hips snap into you faster. “You’re so hot.” “Fuuuuck,” you groan in agreement. “I’m fuuuuucked.” The words bounce with the shaking of your body, uncontrolled and automatic. San fists your strip of a skirt, using it as leverage to fuck into you harder and faster. You can hardly breathe as your orgasm rolls over you, one after another, walls clenching and spasming around his cock. Fingers claw at the bed, twitching as you pant and groan and swear underneath him. He drops his hold on your skirt, unceremoniously allowing you to crumple to the bed as he pulls from you. “Nooo,” you whine pitifully at the loss of sensation. Exhaustion plagues your muscles but your gut needs more, craves more. You ragdoll as he pushes you to your back, clambering between your thighs again. It’s rougher than he’s every been with you. You stomach flutters and flips and he practically folds you in half, pressing your knees up to your armpits and sliding back into you. “Don’t worry kitty, you’ll get your treat,” he murmurs in your ear, breath tickling your jaw. This angle is a different kind of intense, his body weight heavy on your lungs, restricting your airflow just enough to have you buzzing. His biceps flex as he holds himself and your legs up as best he can, your stockinged feet waving loosely in the air with each thrust. You hold onto him, clinging to his back with all your might. Your ears ring and rush as you lose yourself in his motions. “Cum, please, cum,” you chant into his shoulder. “Fuck your cum into your cute kitten.” Spit and sweat commingling on your lips. You curl up, forehead pressed to the junction as you climax, vision darkening and eyelids fluttering. You’d scream but your lungs are empty and diaphragm clenched. Everything burns from the inside out. Gasping, you bite down on his trapezius, his strangled groan of pleasure and surprise breaking through your haze as his hips stutter and slam as deep as he can go into you. The warmth of his release coats your walls as they work him.

San whimpers and then giggles quietly. “Sorrysorrysorrysorry,” you spew in a whispered prayer. “Don’t apologize to me,” he kisses your cheek. “Intense right?” You don’t answer, eyes closed in bliss. All is quiet except for your breaths and the occasional light smack of lips to skin as you pepper eachother with pecks. You let him lower your legs to the bed, release slightly seeping out around his cock as he moves you. “You like the costume?” You trade an obvious question with a second obvious question. “Skirts ruined, sorry,” he giggles again. “Pussy ruined.””

You glare at him. He shifts slightly, balancing himself on one arm as he grabs an errant ear from between the pillows. “See? Pussy ruined. Besides, not a couples costume so-” it was such a San answer, letting you win the battle but not the war.

I’m really not promising much if anything but I wanna write more frequently sooo here you go. As usual, please let me know if I am missing tags or if you’d like me to add any TW/CW that are sensitive for you to any upcoming fics!

Also i noticed the formatting is a little fucked on mobile i’m so sorry i think it’s that i copy paste in from another doc but like...it’s hard to tell. It’s the first paragraph. Sorry!!

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mandos-mind-trick · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 23 - Deepthroating & Facesitting

Summary: The bar is the easiest place to pick up strangers. Of course, they never quite know what they’re getting into.

Pairing: Jesse x reader x male character

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, monster AU, vampire!Jesse and vampire!reader, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), deepthroating, facesitting, threesome, hair pulling, blood drinking, lots of blood, some gore (mostly just blood everywhere), character death (but you’ll like it), language, very brief implication of pedophilia at the end.

A/N: Yes, I did both prompts just because I can. I do love this one very much. Let vampires drink blood and fuck nasty!! 📣

MASTERLIST

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing alone in a place like this?”

A smirk forms on your face as a body slides into the seat next to you at the bar. You turn, the ring on your finger catching the light as you reach for your glass of wine. “What makes you think I’m alone?”

The man seated next to you is average at best. No taller than 5’8 with dull hair that needs a good wash and trim, an ill fitting suit that makes him look bulky and frumpy, and a patchy five o’clock shadow that makes him look more like a mangy dog than anything else. His cologne is strong, nearly making your eyes water as he leans in, resting his elbow on the bar.

“I don’t see anyone around.” He says, his eyes pretending to scan the area around you, but in reality he’s staring at your chest and the skin revealed by the deep v-cut in your dress.

“You’re bold.” You say, crossing your legs to reveal the skin of your thigh through the slit in the side as you swirl the wine in your glass. “I like bold.”

His tongue darts across his lower lip as he looks you up and down. “And you’re brave. I like brave women. All the more fun to break.”

You hide the look of disgust that passes over your face as you take a sip of your wine.

“She’s not so easy to break.” A voice says behind you, a hand slipping around your waist.

You can’t help the smirk as the man pales a bit, sitting up straight on his stool. You turn to look up at Jesse, leaning into his side. “Hello, dear.”

“Hello, love.” He smiles down at you. “Making friends?”

“Yes,” You turn back to the man. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

The man swallows thickly. “Brian.”

“Well, Brian, I’d like you to meet my husband Jesse.” You say, motioning to your tall, well dressed husband next to you. “Jesse, this is Brian.”

Jesse holds out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Brian.”

Brian shakes his hand, nodding. “Yeah.”

Jesse smirks, slipping his arm back around you. “Don’t look so scared, Brian. Plenty of men like to stare at my wife.” Jesse cups your chin, tilting your face up towards him. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?”

Brian gulps, nodding. “Yeah. She is.”

Jesse runs his finger across your wine-stained lips. “And sometimes, when the mood is right, I don’t mind sharing.” He releases your face, turning to look at Brian. “That is what you’re after, isn’t it? A night of pleasure with a beautiful woman?”

Brian nods again, his breathing shaky. “Yes.”

Jesse grins. “Perfect. Though, I do have to warn, we come as a package deal.”

Brian looks between you, his eyes trailing over you before they flicker to Jesse. “Like...together?”

You nod. “Yes, though his involvement can be as little as you like. He does enjoy sitting and watching as much as he loves being involved.”

Jesse steps behind you, wrapping his arms around you. His hand presses against your stomach, his chin resting on your shoulder. “What do you say, Brian? You want to fuck my wife?”

Brian licks his lips, staring at Jesse’s hand on your stomach. His eyes trail upwards until he’s staring at your face, a small smirk tugging at your lips. A smirk tugs at his own, just for a second, barely long enough for you to catch it before he’s nodding. “Yeah. Yeah I would like to fuck your wife.”

Jesse smirks, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “Excellent.” He releases you, reaching into his pocket to toss a stack of 20s on the bar before offering you a hand. “We’ll take our car.”

Jesse leads you from the bar, Brian following close behind. You climb into the cramped back seat with Brian, sitting right up against him. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, your hand dropping to one of his thighs. He tastes like cheap beer as he kisses you, eagerly shoving his tongue into your mouth. You resist the urge to roll your eyes as his other hand lifts, wrapping lightly around your throat. You meet Jesse’s eyes in the rearview mirror, an amused glint shining in them as he drives to the hotel.

You stumble into the elevator with Brian, his hands clutching at your waist desperately as he pins you against the wall. Jesse presses the button for the correct floor as Brian drags his lips to your neck, sucking at the skin. Jesse stares at you in the reflection, your hand lifting to tangle in Brian’s hair. You stare back, lifting a leg to hook around Brian’s waist. He’s hard, cock pulsing against your side.

You stumble out of the elevator, Jesse leading the way down the hall to the hotel room. Brian is handsy, keeping his hands on you as you wait for Jesse to open the door. His hands are clammy and you can smell the sweat beginning to form on his body. It’s revolting, but you’ve smelled worse.

You lead Brian into the hotel room by the hand, probably the nicest he’s ever been in. You turn to face him, running a hand down his front to palm him through his pants. He lets out a groan, bucking into your hand.

You lean in close to his face, nipping at his bottom lip. “Take your clothes off.”

He pulls away from you, tugging eagerly at his tie. You slowly remove your jewelry, kicking off your shoes. Jesse closes the blinds, getting the room set up comfortably before beginning to undress himself.

Brian’s eyes are on you as soon as your dress pools around your feet, leaving you in nothing but your lacy undergarments. Brian tugs his pants down, the bulge obvious in his briefs.

“Someone’s excited.” Jesse says, trailing his hands over your sides. “How do you want to do this? You want her to suck your cock? You want her to sit on your face?”

“I don’t eat pussy.” Brian says, tossing his briefs to the side.

You fight the urge to make a face, Jesse swooping in to save you as he kisses you.“Well, lucky for her, I do.” He says, tugging your panties so they drop around your feet. “Suck his cock, baby, while you sit on my face.” He murmurs before laying himself down at the foot of the bed on the floor.

You saunter over, eyes glued to Brian’s cock. Jesse still has his pants on, likely to prevent Brian from feeling bad. You position yourself over Jesse’s face, lowering down until you’re on your knees. His hands hold your hips, situating you over his mouth before lowering you completely. You let out a gasp as his tongue drags through your folds, your hand closing around Brian’s cock.

You pump him a couple times before dragging your tongue along his dick. His eyes are glued to your face as you stare up at him, flicking your tongue against his tip. His lips part in a groan as you tease his cock, Jesse’s tongue doing wonders on your clit. You take him into your mouth, his cock heavy on your tongue despite the small size. You bob your head, mirroring Jesse’s rhythm as he sucks at your clit.

Your thighs clench around Jesse’s head, his hands squeezing your ass as you grind against his face. You’re glad it’s unnecessary for you to breathe as Brian tangles his hand in your hair, pushing you further down his cock until it hits the back of your throat. You continue to stare up at him as you moan around him, taking his cock deep in your mouth.

One hand grips Brian’s thigh while the other holds the top of Jesse’s head, your hips grinding against his face as he pushes you closer and closer to an orgasm. Brian is close as well, precum seeping down your throat as you continue to suck his cock as deeply as you can.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, tugging hard on your hair.

His cum is salty and musky as it spurts down your throat, your hips jerking against Jesse’s face as he sucks at your clit, sending you into an orgasm. You moan and whine around Brian’s cock, wrapping your hand around the base and pulling yourself free. Your head falls back as you continue to grind against Jesse’s face, a breathy moan leaving your lips.

You pull yourself off his face before you get overstimulated, Brian sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Fuck, that was good.” He groans, watching you as you pull yourself off Jesse’s face. His hand is pumping his cock, trying to get hard again.

You can see the bulge in Jesse’s pants, large and obvious as he sits up. His face is glistening with your juices as he grins. “Fantastic isn’t she?” He says, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“Fuck yeah.” Brian says, leaning over and kissing at your neck.

His hands trail up your body, pawing at your breasts. You crawl into his lap, straddling him as he tugs harshly at your nipples. You hiss out a breath, covering his hands with yours as you grind on his lap, slicking his cock with your juices. He curses against your throat, sucking another mark on the skin that will be gone by morning.

You can’t help but smirk, guiding his hands down to your ass as you continue to grind against him. He begins to get hard again, poking at your pussy as you drag your hips against him. Jesse sits himself in the chair in the corner, his hand stroking his cock. You hold his gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips as Brian bites at your neck.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, letting Brian maneuver you onto your back on the bed. You let your legs fall open, revealing your glistening pussy to him. He groans as he stares at it, manically stroking at his cock as he crawls between your legs.

He’s only half hard as he presses into you, his hands holding your hips as he thrusts into you. You groan, hands closing around his wrists as he sinks into you as deep as he can. He begins moving with short, shallow thrusts, his hands moving to the bed to hold himself up. You let your arms fall back to the bed, framing your head as he moves, quiet moans leaving your lips as he ruts into you.

“That’s it baby.” You moan. “Just like that.”

He’s loud, groans and moans tearing from his lips as you squeeze around him, finally growing completely hard inside you. He’s not going to last long, you can tell as sweat beads on his forehead, his hair damp from the exertion of his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans. “Such good pussy.”

You tilt your head back, meeting Jesse’s gaze. His hand is slowly stroking his cock. He’s got that glint in his eyes again, a smirk tugging at your lips before you let out a moan that would make a pornstar jealous.

Brian’s hips stutter as you squeeze tightly around him, his cock throbbing inside you. You grin at Jesse, fangs glinting in the dim light of the lamps in the room. He rises from the chair as Brian continues to fuck you, moving to the end of the bed. You drag your hands up Brian’s arms, circling them around his shoulders before pulling him down against you, angling his neck right at your mouth.

You meet Jesse’s gaze as you sink your teeth into his throat right before he can cum. You tear into his throat, cutting off his surprised yell as you rip at his artery, soaking your chest in blood. Jesse pounces from behind, sinking his teeth into the other side of his neck, sending more blood dripping onto you.

Brian struggles but he’s trapped between you, his body jerking as you drink his blood. He tastes exactly how you’d expect, musty and sour, but it’s still blood and you’ve been thirsty all night. Brian’s body goes rigid before he goes limp, his heartbeat slowing in your ears until it stops. You drink the last of the blood that flows onto your tongue before pulling back, Jesse shoving his body to the side where it falls in a heap beside you. You stare up at Jesse, your face and chest coated in blood. He stares down at you, blood trailing down his neck from his lips.

“He didn’t even make me cum.” You say, pulling Jesse down against you. Brian’s blood smears from your body onto his but you don’t care as you press your lips to his.

“What a weak man.” Jesse groans, his cock throbbing against your stomach. “You should have seen it from my angle, rutting into you like a dog.” His arms cage you in, one hand cupping the back of your neck. “You are a goddess. You deserve to be treated as one.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling Jesse closer. “Then show me how I deserve to be treated.”

He smirks, shifting his hips until his cock presses against your entrance. You’re slick and wet from the thrill of feeding, and from the unsatisfying rutting you had been forced to endure. He eases into you, stretching you still despite the fucking you had just been doing. You moan, clinging to him as he works you open.

His lips press against yours, smearing more blood on your face but you don’t care. The bed is soaked, and so are you, but you can’t find it within yourself to care as Jesse slowly grinds his hips against yours. He groans against your lips as you clench around him, pulling his cock deeper into you.

He begins thrusting into you, slow and deep, his pelvis brushing your clit with every movement. You moan into his mouth as his fangs catch your tongue, your blood dripping in his mouth. A shiver runs through him as he’s reminded of the night you turned him all those decades ago. He sucks on your tongue, snapping his hips harder against yours. You pull back with a moan, head tilting back as pleasure rushes through you. His lips trail down your neck, licking at the blood on your skin.

“Jesse!” You cry, nails biting into his shoulders as you wrap your legs around his waist. “Don’t stop!”

“Never.” He groans against your throat, getting close himself as you squeeze around him. “Anything for you, mistress.”

You mewl at the title, pulling his face up so you can stare into his eyes as you cum, body trembling as white hot pleasure rushes through you. His lips part in a moan, eyes rolling back as he cums, spilling into you. His hips jerk as he fills you, body falling against yours. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest as he whispers praises in your ear.

He pulls free of you once you’ve come down from your high, rolling off of you and tugging you into his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder, trailing your fingers through the blood on his skin.

“His wife will thank us when the police search his house.” You muse, draping a leg over Jesse’s.

He hums, fingers tracing your back. “So will all those women.”

“And the poor girls.” You say, getting comfortable against his side. “Another successful night.”

“I agree.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead. “Another creep removed from the world.”

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misspearly1 · 2 years

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Day One: Size Difference - Joel Miller

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WC: 6.1k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Mutual Pining. Smut. Unprotected PIV sex. Size Difference kink & Praise kink. (This one's on me, I can't help but include some sexy southern praises from Joel lmao) Reader is a little shy. Joel makes reader feel small and petite, no matter her actual size - he's just bigger than her in every way. AN: I didn't plan for this to be so long, but words just kept spilling and here we are 6k later haha. Enjoy my loves, this is only the first of many and I hope this kinktober was worth the wait <3

You’ve never really considered yourself to be a small woman, sure there are people out there that are taller than you and there are people out there who are shorter than you as well, but you haven’t really put much thought about your height until you came across a man named Joel Miller.

He, compared to you, feels like a giant. He isn’t a giant of course, but just standing beside him and having to bend your neck slightly to look up into his dreamy brown eyes says something. There are other people here in Jackson who are mighty tall too, Jesse or Eugene for example, but they don’t make you feel small like the way Joel Miller does. Oh no.

There’s something else different about him that makes you feel small, something intimidating… sexually intimidating. When you’re around Joel, you actually become aware of the size difference, all of the size differences actually. His hands are much larger than yours, his shoes are huge, arms beefed out with muscles that make yours look pathetic, calves, thighs and back are also beefed out with muscles over twenty years worth of keeping fit, but his chest is most impressive.

You’ve caught a glimpse of Joel without a shirt once and that image was burned into your memory forever. He's hairy, enough that you’ve thought about running your fingers through, strong and wide chested which has caught you off guard multiple times now, especially in close quarter situations where you feel like you're being caged in by the man.

You’d give anything to hug him, to really hug him, like sit in his lap and let his arms wrap around you. Arguing with yourself that it’s just his rugged handsomeness and quiet exterior that you're drawn to, you’ve come to the conclusion after your most recent encounter with the man that it’s actually his size difference that's driving you crazy the most.

Your most recent encounter with Joel almost caused you to embarrass yourself and reveal your little crush on him, but thankfully due to his oblivious and carefree nature, he didn’t take notice and you were safe. It happened on a group patrol last week when Joel was showing you the ins and outs.

He was showing you how to properly approach seemingly empty buildings and search the place, then he showed you how to make use of your supplies and weapons judging on the size or quantity of infected. If there is just one, you take it out with a knife, if there are more, use fire effectively to kill multiple at once, and lastly, if it’s a bloater, use everything you’ve got or get out of there.

Everything was going great and you were learning a lot, until things took a turn for the worst when you entered a small block of apartments. The group split up in pairs to search the building thoroughly and when there was a bloater in one of the apartments that Joel noticed before you did, he grabbed your arm before you could alert your position and pulled you back to the wall.

The manoeuvre was just to prevent you from making a grave mistake, although the stance he took and held over you was throwing you completely off balance. Both of you were wearing masks to protect yourselves against the spores, the building was dark and dusty, but in that moment with both of Joel’s hands placed to the wall behind your head, his large and broad chest in your face, it couldn’t be any more clear for you that it was his size difference that turns you on.

It turned you right there and then, especially when he placed his thumb and forefinger to your chin, tilting your head back to look up into his eyes so he could ask if you were okay. A faint breathy moan is what escaped your lips in reply. A subtle nod of your head answered his question before he looked away, thankfully right before your legs squeezed together. He didn’t notice then how aroused you were, and he isn’t around right now to see how aroused you are again just thinking about it.

The man took you out of there quickly, then proceeded to take a few others from the group who had more experience back into the block of apartments to kill the bloater. You heard the commotion from outside, hoped and prayed that everything went smoothly and when they all emerged unharmed, you asked Joel for extra help. You wanted to be at their level of fighting skills, to be one of the people that he can call on should a situation like this ever arise again.

However, today is the day you planned to meet up with him and undergo some one-on-one lessons, and although you're nervous as hell to be around him since last week's incident, you need to learn how to fight as well as he and others in Jackson do. You’re a part of this community now, have been for the last year, and it’s time now to learn everything that you should have long ago.

Before you found Jackson, you were in another group that did things very differently, which ultimately caused their demise in the end. They taught you to always take the stealthy approach, sneak around the infected and slip by unnoticed, which you did exceptionally well, however it was because of this fighting technique that resulted in the surrounding area of their camp becoming more and more crowded with infected until they eventually closed in.

And before you found that camp, your mother and father had always protected you. They still try to even now, but their age is catching up with them and it’s just another reason for you to make a change. A few weeks after they called it quits with patrols - or in other words, they retired - you joined up to the group patrols, thus bringing you here now as you make your way over to Joel’s house.

Thankfully, it's the beginning of summer so it’s not too cold or too hot just yet, though in a few weeks you know it’s going to be sweltering and your choice of clothing today is purely practical; shorts and a vest - perfect for the task ahead and weather all around.

While you may have accidentally put on a pair of clothes that are one size small, they actually fit rather well, but are tight in specific areas - areas that you want Joel to notice. You wouldn’t normally opt for this type of clothing if you were going beyond the walls, but since Joel detailed that your first lesson will be held in his backyard, you figured it wouldn’t cause much of a problem to wear more of a skin revealing outfit.

Besides, you’ve passed at least three or four people wearing shorts and vests just like yourself on your way to his house. You know it won’t be a problem, you’re just getting inside of your own head because you’re hoping it will grab his attention and that's what's causing you to overthink.

Reaching his home after a leisurely stroll, you stop at the base of his porch steps and take a minute to calm down your anxiousness. He’s just a guy that you have a crush on, how problematic can it be to learn an important thing or two from him about fighting off infected?

I’m fussing over nothing. You conclude with your inner voice then climb the stairs with some newfound confidence. Knocking on his door three times, you wait a few moments before hearing him calling for you to just come inside. “Hey, it’s just me.” You call out, even though you know he is expecting you, it’s just to be well mannered and all.

When he yells back, reporting that he’s in the backyard, you make your way through the laundry room and out the back door, bracing for his look of disgust that never came. Joel wasn’t even looking at you or your outfit, he was too busy assorting three long planks of wood on the table top, stacking them up on top of each other. On the grass below lay a whole mess of wood shavings and wood blocks. “Hi.” You greet him again, this time with a small wave.

“Morning. You’re a little early, Y/N. Let me finish up here, then we’ll get started.” He speaks with an authoritative tone, which makes you yearn to hear him say other, more sexual things, in an authoritative tone of voice. Snapping out of your drooling, you remember your manners and move towards him, offering your help. “Is there anything I can do… With whatever this is that you’re doing?”

“It’s just wood.” Joel chuckles softly before finally standing up straight to look at you. He brings a hand up to block the sun from his eyes and you fight the urge to smile when seeing his eyes dart down your body for a split second, no disgust, but he does quickly avert his gaze and asks. “I was gonna to sand down the blocks. You actually wanna help with that?”

“Sure.” You shrug, nodding. “Doesn’t look too complicated.”

“Alright then.” Joel chuckles again, which sounded more of a scoff this time, as if he couldn't believe that you actually wanted to help. Turning away from you, he heads into his garden shed to retrieve something then comes back out holding two large duffle bags filled with tools. After rifling through one of them, he hands you a pair of gloves then a sandpaper holder. “Soften the surfaces with this and take your time with it too, I don’t want any splinters.”

“Okay.” You chirp with optimism and ignore his belittling attitude before starting with the closest block of wood. It was a large cut, probably a weight you would struggle to lift whereas Joel would have no problem with it, and seeing as though it was just laying on the grass, you just knelt down instead of attempting to pick it up.

After putting your gloves on, you start sanding down each surface carefully while noticing the way Joel kept looking over to you in the corner of your eyes. You hoped that he was stealing glances of those areas of your body that were accentuated with your tight clothes, but he was actually just checking that you were doing your task properly.

It sucks that he doesn't seem interested, but at least now you know for sure and you can move on from your silly little crush. Which means you can stop making an effort to look good in front of him too. Kneeling to the floor properly now without a care of how you look, you rest your weight on your heels and focus on the block of wood, tilting it over to sand each new ragged face until it is smooth.

You’ve heard about Joel and his workshop, about how he crafted a couple handmade guitars for some of the residents and it makes you wonder if he’s using these blocks for something else. You fail to see how he can make a guitar out of a square block, it’s too chunky and definitely not long enough, but maybe he could make one of those other guitars, the littles ones.

“Hey, what are those little guitars called again, I forgot?” You ask after trying to remember the name of them, but to no avail. When there was no answer from Joel, you thought that maybe he didn’t remember either. "Oh, Ukulele. That's it." You tut to yourself upon remembering the name, though there was still no answer from Joel.

Turning to look at him, curious as to what has him so occupied that he can't answer you, it becomes quite clear when you witness him quickly look away with a sigh, acting like the planks of wood were hard work for him to move around. They weren't, he wasn't even moving them - Joel was staring at your ass.

So, he did take notice of the clothes after all. You say to yourself silently, wondering how you could make use of your outfit to get more reactions out of him. Leaning forward very subtly, you play it off like you needed a better angle to sand the wood block and the sound of him clearing his throat was victorious. It was more of a choked grunt catching in his throat, which gave you the confidence to push some more with your teasing tactics.

Spreading your legs apart just a little, acting as if your thighs were sore from sitting in the position, you arch your back too and it worked beautifully as Joel drops his hand to readjust himself. Thankfully the strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes kept him from noticing that you could see him clearly easing the ache in his crotch.

You wanted to laugh so bad. It was amusing knowing he is struggling, but you kept on with your poker face and wore an expression of focus while you work. A few moments later though, you stop to straighten your back and wipe the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand.

“Phew!” You huff, fanning your vest shirt to circulate the air around your flushed skin. It’s hot today, and although you’re mostly working up a sweat from the consistent back and forth action of sanding wood, you’re also working up a sweat because of Joel as he, too, was feeling the heat.

Moisture was gathering on his forehead and there was a thin damp trail lining the back of his shirt, the sight sexy to look at each time he turned his back to you. All you wanted right there and then is see his top half naked again, the memory of it in your mind isn’t enough, thus causing you to sigh with need.

“You know, if yer need a drink all yer gotta do is just ask.” Joel offers, his tone coming across a tad frustrated. Gee, I wonder why? Laughing on the inside, you look over to him, still fanning your vest - which you noticed him drop his eyes to look at - then replied. “Okay then. I’d like a drink please, Joel.”

With a curt nod in reply, he removes his gloves and sets them down on the table top before heading inside the house. You hear the tap running and glasses clinking, but there was a long pause after the tap was turned off and when the man came back outside, your first immediate thought when seeing him was, ‘oh shit, he knows’.

Joel came back outside, shirtless, holding a glass of water in each hand and instead of just handing one over to you like any normal, sane person would, he decided to kneel down to the grass beside you first, maintaining your eye contact, then handed it over.

Taking the glass from him with wide eyes, you know for a fact that he is doing this purposely to get back at you simply because of the way the corners of his lips twitch. He was fighting back the urge to smile and laugh. You probably look like a deer in the headlights to him and he thinks it’s funny.

You can’t even say that you’re angry about it either because you wanted to see him shirtless again and goddammit does he look good right now. Especially when he takes a drink of water, the droplets rolling down his sharp chin then down his tanned, muscled neck ever so slowly like he was advertising some beer commercial.

Watching his adams apple bob with each gulp he took and licking your lips with your dirty thoughts, you now fight an urge to let your eyes drop to where you want to look most. His chest and stomach were so close to you, so large and tempting to reach out and touch, but you can’t do that. It would be wrong and certainly overstepping his boundaries.

Instead, you look away and take a drink of water, to coat your dry mouth after staring at him for so long, however his proximity to you was still so close and you could still see him the corner of your eyes. The hairs in between his pecs, or the little trail of hairs over his belly button, leading into his jeans, the strong muscular veins in his hands and forearms. It didn’t matter that you looked away because you could still see everything.

“I need to use your bathroom.” Standing from the floor upon feeling lightheaded and dizzy, Joel stood up from the floor too and it just made everything worse. He’s so fucking tall, your head is level with his brawny man boobs, and you would even go as far as saying they’re bigger than yours, though his are purely made of strength, whereas yours is made up of fleshy tissue. “Where do I go?” You ask, diverting your attention back to the original task which is to step away for a moment and catch your breath, otherwise he’ll be picking you up off the floor very soon.

“Go inside, out the laundry room then it’s the door to your left.” Nodding to him, you manage to whisper a small thankyou before your legs quickly carry you inside his house. You’re a mess, a soaking wet mess and you can feel it dampening your underwear. All that confidence you had just a few moments ago vanished and you need to get yourself together.

Finding the bathroom and taking a whole minute to cool off, your cheeks were blushing red and your chest was on fire, still worked up over his actions just now. After finishing off your glass of water, you filled it up again in his sink and exited the room while gulping back the substance to drown your nerves.

Why does he make me feel so nervous? And why the hell do I love it?! You argue with yourself internally, completely bypassing the man sitting on the stairs as you walk past - until he speaks. “What’s the matter, darlin’?” He asks seductively, causing you to choke with surprise.

Turning quickly, you puff out a heavy breath of air from the shock of his voice and lean against the banister, lifting your arm to wipe away the water that had escaped your lips. “Jesus, you startled me.” You scoff, to which Joel responds by lifting his hand to rub your chin, wiping away the water you had missed.

Gasping from the action, he now allows himself to fully smirk and drags his thumb across your bottom lip, crooking one brow. “You sound so pretty when you choke.” I’m dreaming, right? This isn’t real, I passed out in the bathroom and this is a dream...

Panicking with your inside voice, your heart was practically leaping out of your chest with his thumb gently pulling your bottom lip down, as if he were opening your mouth. If you felt sexually intimidated by him before, then he has just cranked it up a few notches and blown off the Richter scale. You felt a flood of arousal rush straight to your core - again! Which was causing your thighs to squeeze together - which he most certainly noticed this time, and laughed at. He actually just laughed at you.

“Don’t yer think I’ve noticed what you’ve been doin’?” Dropping his arm now and tilting his head to the side, mockingly, he narrows his eyes. “Wearing those clothes? Moaning to me and squeezing your legs together just now and last week? Or staring at me for long periods of time, hm? Didn’t think I caught on to that, did you babydoll?” He bites his lip, then smirks once more.

“Oh God.” You whisper under your breath, gulping back air as your mouth becomes dry yet again. Joel definitely knows, and not just about you deciding to wear these clothes today, but he knows about your crush… about everything.

“No, I’m far from God-” He chuckles whilst shaking his head. “Just call me by my name, unless you’d prefer to moan it, darlin’.”

“Took y-you long enough t-to notice.” You stutter, finally breaking your silence by backchatting. You found just enough confidence to reply to Joel after feeling so taken aback by his tone and attitude with you. It’s sexy as hell and you want more of it, but you also want to be bold and sexy for him too.

“Yeah, well I had to make sure first, didn’t I?” He retaliates, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he shakes his head at you, as if he was annoyed but his smile said otherwise.

Joel likes your attempt at back chatting, though you felt embarrassed for stuttering, just seeing him so amused gave you some courage, and besides, he has just said that he had to make sure - meaning he has known about your crush for a while and was making sure his suspicions are correct before making a move, therefore… He must like me too.

Coming to a realization with that thought, your silence certainly wasn’t helping and you quickly replied. “And to make sure of what exactly?” Shrugging your shoulders, you feign innocence to the man like you have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about, hoping he would express his thoughts into words. “Enlighten me, Joel.”

“I wanted to make sure that the things I was noticing about you were correct.” He clarifies, then pauses for a second to find the right words upon seeing your disappointment. You wanted more from him, to really hear him get dirty with that mouth of his, and he knows it too.

Joel can visually see what you want without a need for words, the man is good at surveying people and he’s had some time surveying you. Lifting his hand, he beckons you closer with a finger, which you do for him without protest, and your heart still beats fast, panties drenched once again and chest still burning a blaze, but right now, you would do anything he asks of you.

Standing in front of him, just between his legs, the position he was sitting in put his face level with yours and his big dreamy eyes darkened as he whispers. “I wanted to make sure that you really wanted me and it wasn’t just a harmless little crush. That’s why it took me so damn long, darlin’ because..." He pauses, eyes roaming the expanse of your face with a genuine smile on his lips. "Because everything will change between me and you, and I want to be certain that it's what you want."

Nodding, you couldn’t find the words to reply even if you wanted to. You’re so close to him, so close to bringing your dreams into a reality. You’ve pleasured yourself thinking about this, thinking about being caged in by his big strong arms, your cheek resting on his chest as he fucks you until stars appear behind your eyes. You can physically feel the pulse in your nether regions, that’s how desperate you are to let Joel take you right here, right now, but he needs to hear you express your thoughts into words too.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll work on that confidence of yours.” He leans in closer, bringing a thumb up to your bottom lip again. “Now, I did my part y/n, so you gotta do yours and tell me what I need to hear before we go any further - what is it that you want from me?” He asks simply, a clear and simple question; leaving the door open for you to let yourself in - it’s an invitation.

The control is in your hands right here, right now. You could lie to him and say he has got it all wrong, that you’re not interested, but then you would be lying to yourself too. Joel is giving you a choice because you know just by looking in his eyes that he isn’t going to let you go until he’s satisfied with his pleasurable treatment for you. And you want it, you absolutely want his pleasurable treatment.

“I want you.” Is what you say in a breathy moan. Eyes feeling heavy and love drunk, you inhale shakily when feeling his thumb push past your lips. “I need you, Joel.” You clarify, giving him more confirmation, more control. Your eyes close now when feeling the pad of his thumb on your tongue, sealing your lips around him with a suckling bite, he hums deeply with a contented sigh, pleased with your responses.

“Oh, that's a good girl, y/n.” Joel growls a praise, his voice heavy with desire and need. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear, but now you gotta open those eyes for me.”

Doing as he says, you open your eyes and moan at the dark wanton expression on his face. It’s feral, wild. “Atta girl.” Joel praises you again, and it never occurred to you how much you needed to hear him say it before. No one else could hold the power he does in a simple praise.

Suddenly, his thumb on your tongue pushes down, a directional signal for you to kneel and you do. Carefully falling to your knees, your hands land on his thighs to hold yourself steady, to keep you tethered to reality with what’s about to come. Joel removes his thumb and leans back to unbuckle his belt, which is where you now become fully aware of his exceptionally large bulge showing through the fabric of his jeans.

You’ve wondered about his size on many occasions now, wondered if he is large in length or girth, or both, and you’re about to find out. Looking up into his eyes, the man grunts a heavy groan at your expression. “Fuck! You look so pretty on your knees for me, darlin’.”

Working faster to release his cock from the confines of his clothes, lifting his hip up off the step to pull down his jeans and boxers, you watch in awe as his sizable cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. It's big, much bigger than you expected.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna fit sweetheart.” Joel chuckles after seeing your eyes widen. The tip of his cock reaches his belly button, but the length isn’t what made your eyes widen, it's the girth of him. You know just by looking at his dick that you’d struggle to wrap your fingers around him, and just thinking about him entering you makes you wince. “Hey.” He calls for you, pulling your attention back to his eyes with reassurance. “We have all night, doll and we'll both take our time, okay?”

"Okay." Gulping, you nod to him and push past your initial fear. Of course Joel would be big here too, he’s big everywhere else, and it was silly of you to think he would have an average or below average sized cock. There’s nothing average about him. Not even his balls, which look like they would fit nicely in the palm of your hand.

After seeing his thighs tense with need, your own curiosity and desire was growing too impatient and you reached out to cup his sac. “Oh fuck.” He gasps from the contact. Leaning back and spreading his legs apart, you take advantage of the room he was giving you and move between his thighs, already feeling surrounded by him.

You squeeze his thigh with your other hand while placing an experimental kitten lick along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. He twitches, balls pulling up in your hand with the sexiest sounds escaping his lips. His moans were praising your actions, therefore giving you a boost of confidence.

“Joel.” You whisper his name, to which he lifts his head and looks down his body, directly into your eyes. “Gotta keep those eyes open for me.” You smirk, using his own words against now before leaning in and sealing your lips around the tip of his cock.

"Oh, you're a naughty woman." The man grunts through his struggles to keep his eyes open, but no matter how stubborn as he is, he keeps them open for you, watching and living in the moment of you sucking the tip of him softly with skill. Joel knew under all of that shyness there was a impressive, sexy and experienced woman.

After wondering how much you can take, you bury him inside your mouth until it becomes too much, which is more than halfway. And although you felt proud to take that much inside, you wanted to impress him and take more, to be able to bury your nose into the hairs on his mound and sound so pretty for him choking on his cock. You heard Joel loud and clear earlier, he enjoyed hearing you choke on your water and you know now that he was picturing you choking on his length instead.

“I may need your help.” You blurt when releasing him. Removing your hand from his thigh, you wrap it around the base of him and rotate your wrist. “You’re too big for my mouth Joel, it won’t fit.” You tease with a smile, growing more and more confident with each passing second before opening your mouth once more and taking him inside again.

“Oh, it will.” He growls, digging his feet into the floor for leverage. “I’ll help you make it fit, doll - trust me."

Moaning when he places his hand to the back of your head, you didn’t know what you liked most, the feeling of his large cock inside of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, or the fact that his hand is about the size of your head and takes very little for him to hold. The man doesn’t even need to use your hair when pushing you down, burying himself a little deeper and groaning at the sound of you gagging around him, he could keep you in this position if he wanted to, make you choke for air as his cock takes up every inch of space in your throat, yet he didn’t.

Instead, Joel found a comfortable rhythm that benefits you both for his sake of pleasure and your ability to breathe, though whether it be guilt or desire that you aren’t receiving anything, he carefully sat up and slipped his hand down your vest top, holding your soft plump breast in his hand. You went with the latter as that quickly became too little for Joel and he yanked the straps of your vest and bra down, revealing one side of your chest completely for him to caress in the way he really wanted to.

“Hm, sensitive aren’t they?” He mocks as you moan around him, feeling him pinch your nipples. Rolling the bud around, he removes his hand for a second and you watch as he licks the tip of his fingers before returning to circle your bud with his spit. You can physically feel your nipples begin to harden, growing more and more sensitive to every little touch he gives.

Multitasking must be one of Joel’s strong suits as he continues to push your head down on his cock while fondling your breast in a way that uses pleasure to distract the discomfort in your jaw, however just as you begin to feel his balls pull up in your hand and clearly hear him moaning from above, nearing his peak, he abruptly pushes you back with a ragged inhale. “No, not yet, darlin’...your turn.”

Leaning down and planting his lips on yours in a fervent, heated kiss, Joel pulls down your vest shirt all the way, along with your bra. You then gasp when he hooks his fingers inside your shorts to pull them down, though he left your panties on.

“Joel.” You manage to moan out his name when he wraps his arms around your lower back. It made you feel small and you loved it - loved how the sheer size of him made you feel smaller than what you actually are.

Holding onto his shoulders when he leans back, pulling you with him, the man had no issue whatsoever with wrapping your legs around his waist to stand up and walk up the stairs with you held in his arms. Still feeling small, you also felt as light as a feather until Joel had to stop a couple times just to focus on kissing your lips.

You initially thought it was because you were heavy in his arms, but that simply wasn’t the case. He just couldn’t focus on walking while your tongue tangled with his, causing him to push you up against the wall and grunt into your mouth. You were the one making him dizzy now. You were causing him to lose focus and become wild with need.

The man couldn’t wait any longer once he reached the top of the stairs and entered the nearest room to sit you down on a bench. The cool surface sends waves of unexpected pleasure through your body, but when he yanks your hips towards him and rolls his hips into you, it damn near sends you over the edge. “Fuck!” You whine, feeling the desperation radiating from him.

Breaking the kiss, he looks down your body and swipes a finger up your panties, completely slick with your desire. “You know…” He chuckles softly while toying with your underwear, teasing you. “It was hard not to take you last week in that apartment building. When you moaned?” Shaking his head at you, he bites his lip and circles your clit through the fabric. “I was certain then that you wanted me, but the moment wasn’t safe, darlin’, otherwise I would have fucked you against the wall right there and then.”

“Well, we’re safe now.” You whisper. Mouth falling open with a gasp when he slips his fingers inside your panties and teases your entrance.

“We are indeed, babydoll.” Nodding, Joel whispers in agreement that the moment is right. It is safe now, there’s no infected around, no doubts lingering in his mind and there’s nothing stopping him anymore.

“What are you waiting for then?” You ask, feeling the pad of his finger dragging up and down your slit, but not actually touching the areas you want most. His actions worked beautifully in making you yearn for more - he was making you desperate and needy.

“Nothing. Just enjoying the way your pussy reacts to my touch.” Joel smiles, a sweet sinister smile as he continues to not give you what you want. You know he’s doing that to draw a reaction out of you, to make you plead for him, and you do plead because you are too desperate.

“Please, Joel.” You whimper, then jolt against him when he circles your clit. By now, you had soaked his hand, you could feel him rubbing his fingers together and just loving the way you’re gushing for him. You quiver and pulse around nothing, the muscles beginning to form an ache that needs to be caressed. Only on a handful of occasions have you managed to cause yourself a painful ache in your cunt by waiting too long to satiate your sexual needs, but Joel is doing that right now and knows he’s doing it - he knows your cunt is physically aching to be filled.

“Please, what?” He smirks while pressing his forehead to yours and pulling your panties to one side. Joel notches the tip of himself at your entrances and you instantly clench again, the action making him grow impatient now as he asks again. “Please what, Y/N? C’mon doll, tell me what I need to hear, then I’ll give it to yer.”

“I want you inside of me, Joel.” You speak honestly, not caring how shameful and pathetic you sound. “I want you to fuck me right here, make me feel good and cry your name. Please, Joel, just stop teasing me and give it to me.” You sob and gasp, gripping at his forearms as he takes his sweet time by breaching your entrance.

“Nnugh!” Joel whimpers, his teeth gritting from the tightness of your canal. Eyes closing to relish every passing second of him pushing inside, the first thrust is always the most enjoyable and the man just simply wanted to drag it out as long as possible. He’s slow, beautifully fucking slow with his actions, making you feel every vein, ridge and inch until he finally bottoms out with his balls literally pressed against your ass.

“God dammit.” Grunting from the constriction around him, he lowers his forehead to your shoulder and breathes through the powerfully pleasurable sensation. “So much better than I dreamed, darlin’. You’re so warm.” His broken voice croaks into your neck.

“Joel, please - move.” You beg after a few moments adjusting to his size. It felt a little uncomfortable at first, he is bigger than your previous partners, but now that you relax around him, the pleasure rises with insatiable need. You feel so full, completely full in the most beautiful way. Joel hooks his arms under your legs then lifts you off the counter with ease, just emphasising even more how strong he is.

Using the globes of your ass for leverage, he begins lifting you up, leaving only the tip of him inside before sinking you back down again, still keeping to a beautifully slow pace. You tilt your head and rest your cheek to his shoulder, breathing broken moans into his neck while taking every grinding thrust he gives. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the size of him was pleasing and breath-taking, exhausting.

“Fuck. Keep squeezing me, babydoll.” Joel babbles, then buries his face into your neck again, this time planting kisses to your skin. Only after he had marked up your neck with a satisfying amount of love bites, he then kissed your lips, swallowing all your mewling whimpers.

Opening your eyes upon feeling him toss his head back with a grunting moan of your name, you look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse of yourself in a full body mirror by the door and the sight pushes you over the edge. Joel made you look petite, holding you in his mighty strong arms, while fucking you senseless.

His size difference is what drove you to orgasm.

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Starting off Kinktober 2023 @vampirefest with a playlist! Sexy songs for sexy prompts of many types. No set ship so we vibe with every pairing. Whatever feels right, is right. ❤️🖤❤️

No more sunlight. The moon awaits us. ⚰️

Now, on to your knees to click that link, my companion heart.

31 tracks for 31 days.

one: mack loren/if i didn’t know better

I take my time and study your face

Thinking of a different place for it to be while you keep

One hand on my waist, you grip my thigh

Heart starts to race

Like you could taste what I'm tryna hide

two: zolita/holy

I can fight but the devil wins

And I will fall like a saint who sins

Forgive me Father, I am weak

And it's not forgiveness that I seek

three: the marias/hush

Don't think you've made it under my skin

Could never get in

Forget about it

Don't talk so much

Your tongue is burning up

I've had enough

four: elley duhe/middle of the night

These burning flames, these crashing waves

Wash over me like a hurricane

I'll captivate, you're hypnotized

Feel powerful, but it's me again

Come, lay me down

'Cause I know this

'Cause I know this sound

five: saint mesa/lion

You burn everything you see

Gold are your fingers

Leaving traces everywhere you go

Diamonds in your skin

My blood flows

six: chloe adams/dirty thoughts

I'm frustrated

Do you really look good naked

And I know that it ain't that holy

But Lord I need this one night only

The more that I push 'em away

The more that you're stuck in my brain

The more I mentally undress

I confess

seven: king mala/she calls me daddy

She's a little bit psycho

But she follows

When I call in the middle of the night

She's got you wrapped around her finger

You try to linger

But she's already on her way to mine

eight: hey violet/unholy

Say your name while our tongues are tied

Getting shivers all down my spine

We're in bed, we're embedded in my mind

nine: hozier/eat your young

I'm starving, darling

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Start carving, darling

I wanna smell the dinner cooking

I wanna feel the edges start to burn

ten: chandler leighton/when you say my name

Does it scare you

That I already know what you're into?

You can say less, I bet I can guess

That'll you say whatever to get me undressed

Double dare you, tell me two lies

Don't need no truths

'Cause I can see right through you

You're no good at pretend

I'm using your tricks that you use with your friends

eleven: dezi/sinner

Lead us not into temptation

Your touch is feeling like salvation

If you're down for misbehaving

If you're liking this sensation

Pin me on your wall like an icon

And I pray that you leave the lights on

twelve: banks/fuck with myself

You're in the corner waiting for my love

I put two walls behind you just to lean on

Kinda need 'em 'cause I stood you up

'Cause I fuck with myself more than anybody else

thirteen: dove cameron/breakfast

I'm sick, yeah, I'm sick

And honestly, I'm getting high off it

Do you wanna see a magic trick?

'Cause you don't know what you don't know

But I know

fourteen: lana del rey/freak

Flames so hot that they turn blue

Palms reflecting in your eyes, like an endless summer

That's the way I feel for you

If time stood still I'd take this moment

Make it last forever

fifteen: ari abdul/taste

I'm begging you, untie this noose

Want your hands 'round my neck

I'm begging you, come be my muse

You're all that I have left

sixteen: ag/terrible thing

Oh honey, you're so cold

I lose my self-control

seventeen: jesse joe stark/fire of love

Your kiss rips through the shadows

Lipstick poisons this black rose

Haunted and torn from the heavens

You pull the petals from my mouth

They fall and tenderly black out

Baby, it's been so lonely

eighteen: zaryah/deep dive

Deep dive into my lips

Heat of your breath takes me into your abyss

Hold tight, I'll fulfil every need

Head up, you got me down on my knees

nineteen: lana del rey/gods & monsters

In the land of Gods and Monsters

I was an angel looking to get fucked hard

twenty: darren hayes/insatiable

Breathe in breathe out, there is no sound

We move together up and down

We levitate our bodies soar

Our feet don't even touch the floor

twenty-one: melanie martinez/high school sweethearts

If you can't handle a heart like mine

Don't waste your time with me

If you're not down to bleed, no, oh

If you can't handle the choking, the biting

The loving, the smothering

'Til you can't handle it no more, no more

Go home

twenty-two: ramsey/daddy

Baby, you're divine, I leave my body

Suckin' on your tongue, gold teeth, come find love

twenty-three: massive attack/paradise circus

Love is like a sin, my love

For the ones that feel it the most

Look at her with her eyes like a flame

She will love you like a fly will never love you again

twenty-four: aeseaes/desire

I'm an old

Desire

Sleeping in your skin

I'll take you over

And let you hide

twenty-five: natalia kills/problem

Sweat, dripping down your chest

Thinking 'bout your tattooed knuckles

On my thigh boy boy boy

Cold shower... you got no power to control

How I make you my toy toy toy

My hips rocking

As we keep lip locking

Got the neighbors screaming

Even louder louder

twenty-six: the pretty reckless/going to hell

Gettin' heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells

twenty-seven: meg myers/desire

Baby, I wanna fuck you

I wanna feel you in my bones

Boy, I'm gonna love you

I'm gonna tear into your soul

twenty-eight: soap&skin/me and the devil

And I said hello Satan, ah

I believe it is time to go

Me and the devil walkin' side by side

twenty-nine: chymes/gity

You can trust in me, no, you don't have to hide

Have anything you want, just tell me what you like

Bring out the devil in you, it can't hide

I feel the fire trapped inside

thirty: banks/gimme

At the rock bottom baby crawl, crawl

I let you lick it from the ground, ground

'Cause I've been drippin' for your love, love

You can call me that bitch

thirty-one: nine inch nails/closer

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

You just have to nod your beautiful head and say yes 🩸🩸🩸

#vfkinktober23 #vfkinktober2023 #vfkinktober #interview with the vampire #the vampire chronicles #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #the vampire Armand #daniel molloy #Loustat #loumand #Devil’s minion #lesmand #iwtv #amc iwtv

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helpinghanikan · 7 months

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Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 5: Size difference (Jesse)

Kinktober Masterlist

It shouldn’t be a surprise that clones are almost the same everywhere you go. Usually, the only way to tell them apart was by the little details. Their personalities, hair, and tattoos help in making them their own individuals.

The first thing that separated Jesse from the rest was the Republic face tattoo. His personality was what kept you around.

It made it harder to see him leave for so long. Whether it was a mission or, like now, while he was away becoming an official ARC trooper. Arguably this just made his return that much better.

“You have no idea how great it is to see another face for a change.” Jesse declared when you got him into the sanctuary of your apartment. “Especially with that pretty of a face. Come here…”

He reaches out and you gladly step into his arms. His hands cup your face as you go in for a kiss.

“Lose the armor and we can do more than kiss.” You promised, patting his shoulder to emphasize your point.

He grins in that way clones do, the kind of half-crooked grin that sends the girls wild. Peeling off his greaves before going for his chest plate.

It’s only when he gets down to his blacks that you see the new differences. Namely, he was bigger now. All those intense training and workout regimes stacked muscle upon muscle over his arms, legs, and pectorals. It took everything in you not to give in and squeeze his tits the same way he does yours.

That everything gave out pretty quickly when he turned his back to you. Miles of strong muscle and just enough fat to make him firm. This was your apartment, your man, and no one in this galaxy had the right to stop you.

He’s startled when you come up behind him. Chuckling when he looks down at your hands on his pectorals.

“What are you doing?” He asks, turning to face you fully.

“Just checking the upgrades. I must say; I am very pleased with the results.” You say, eyes unable to leave the chest in front of you.

“You aren’t the only one. Now I can do this much easier,” He says, the only warning you get before he bends forward. Lifting you up and over his shoulder as easily as he would place a backpack.

Laughter and a swat to his backside follow. The bed comes up quickly. Only getting a second to stop your head from spinning before Jesse is on you.

Play fighting was always a common theme in your lovemaking. After all that ARC training you get even more of a challenge to try and escape from his weight pressing you down. His weight and power pressing you into the mattress has been a source of pleasure for months now.

Remembering it and having it happen are two different things. The latter being the best.

#reader insert #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #star wars reader insert #Jesse x reader #clone trooper jesse x reader #Clone trooper Jesse #kinktober 2023 #Star wars Kinktober

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kittyhazblog · 2 years

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Thanks for the tag @cleverblackcat 💖

Favorite color: Blue

Currently reading: What I'm currently reading to the kidlets is 'East of the Sun and West of the Moon', which is actually a compilation containing that story and other folk tales (and just happens to have my favourite variant of The Three Billy Goats Gruff, which I could probably do a reading of if anyone cares to hear my ridiculous goat voices 🤣). But it also has sooo many gorgeous illustrations by Kay Nielsen -

I'm not gonna put them all here, but seriously 😍

Last song: Roaring 20's - Scott Bradlee's PMJ feat. Therese Curatolo

Last series: I am currently very much enjoying the latest season of Lower Decks.

Last movie: Get Out, because we watched Nope, and my partner hadn't seen Get Out, so naturally I was like, oh you have to watch it.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Savoury

Currently working on: It does feel like I've been in a slump all year, but I am trying to work through some of the WIPs that have been sitting around neglected for so long. Predominantly, the next chapter of Under Her Mask, that would be nice to finish up, and I'm also puttering away at a Blackwall piece and some new Loghain smut. Kinktober is fast approaching however, so im having a few thoughts about that, not sure if they will go anywhere, but we'll see.

#tag game #kittyanswers

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honestlydarkprincess · 7 months

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keep your eyes on me

stiles x derek || rating: explicit || wc: 6k

It took Derek a week in his new apartment to realize that he had a completely unobstructed view of a bedroom in the neighbouring building. There was a huge, top to bottom window that allowed him to see both the desk that was pushed against it and the bed. At first he didn’t think anything of it, but then he saw the man who lived in said bedroom and he had been struck dumb. He was beautiful— tall, lean, and always had something in his hands or in his mouth. While he worked at his desk, Derek’s mystery neighbour would always twirl a pen or pencil and chew on the top when he was thinking.

Derek didn’t mean to start staring at his neighbour, it just kind of happened. They both worked from home it seemed, and Derek’s office faced his neighbour’s window, giving him a clear view. The first couple times he caught himself staring were an accident, he’d merely zoned out. Until one day when Derek looked out and found his neighbour staring right at him, a playful smirk on his lips. When they made eye contact, the neighbour winked and Derek had flushed pink, looking away.

Or, the one where Derek is shy and an accidental voyeur. Stiles is very into it.

read on ao3

#jess does kinktober #jess.writes #jess.fics #sterek #sterek fic #sterek fanfiction #stiles stilinski #derek hale #stiles x derek #derek x stiles #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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zinzinina · 3 years

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masterlist

Expand for a complete list of my works. Please note: everything listed is explicit and strictly 18+ only.

Thoughts, requests, ideas? Please check here first.

My sideblog for all non-Star Wars related writing @psithurista

To join my taglist, register here, or just send me a message x

Dividers by @saradika 🌙

boba fett

a mutually beneficial arrangement (series, complete)

accompanying nsfw alphabet

arise, ascend (series, ongoing)

din djarin

seed pearls (oneshot, complete)

poe dameron

directions (oneshot, complete)

poe’s pov (from a certain point of view ask game — directions)

poe’s pov part ii (from a certain point of view ask game — directions)

drabble request (loose continuation of directions)

captain rex

hierarchy of needs (part i)

breach (part ii)

rex’s pov (from a certain point of view ask game — hierarchy of needs

captain howzer

gravity (oneshot, complete)

thrawn

chain of command (oneshot, complete)

jango fett

after the first death (oneshot, complete)

obi-wan kenobi

does not suffice (oneshot, complete)

daybreak (oneshot, complete)

& misc drabbles, headcanons, thoughts

Clone Commander Bly

Comedown (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

Unforming (Bodhi Rook x F!Reader)

Next (Soft ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader)

SFW Wrecker headcanons

Home (Jaster Mereel x F!Reader)

Drift (Tech x GN!Reader)

Strokes (Thrawn x GN!Reader)

Convincing young Boba Fett to grow out his hair x F!Reader

Pegging headcanons (Rex, Cody, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Tup, Dogma, Wolffe)

Pegging Boba

A little Sev thought (RepComm)

The Bad Batch x inexperienced F!Reader

The scene I wanted from The Bad Batch but never got (angsty little chat between Rex & Echo)

Better (Wrecker x F!Reader)

Delta Squad headcanons (missing their partner)

Delta Squad headcanons (seeing their partner in lingerie)

Cockwarming with Wolffe

Comfort from Hunter

Pretending the clones survived

Skinny-dipping with Boba (Boba Fett x F!Reader)

three hundred follower celebration prompts

ficlet game responses

kinktober ‘21 drabbles

celebration kiss prompts

celebration fic recs

clone troopers

mandalorians & bounty hunters

rebels, imps & force-users

#zinzinina #masterlist

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elysiadjarin · 3 years

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Day 3: Dacryphilia

Jesse Cromeans may be a ruthless killer, but at home with you? You’re the one in charge. And especially those days when you’re annoyed at how long he’s been gone and he comes back so desperate for your attention… well. You did so like to see him cry.

Day 3 of Kinktober has arrived! I actually think I discovered some things about myself writing this one, so y’all enjoy. 😂 Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content only. This one is a slasher x reader fic, so please beware of mentions of murder and assault as part of the territory, though nothing is explicitly mentioned. PinV unprotected sex, dacryphilia, desperation, cumplay.

Tags: Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) x reader, slasher x reader, yandere!reader, soft femdom, sub/dom themes

Paint Splatters over Canvas

It was rather funny, really.

You scrolled through your phone, ignoring the giant man standing in the doorway of the room staring at you. Jesse had always made a point of never touching you without your permission. A way for him to separate the meaningless victims of his murderous hobby with you, his wife, his everything. And while of course your relationship stayed perfectly strong, you well aware of his hobby and he well aware of your own tendencies… it did sometimes backfire on him in the best worst ways.

Like now. When you were annoyed with him because he’d been gone an entire day later than he’d promised, extra dark web cash be damned. A promise was a promise, and it wasn’t as though he’d needed the money. He did have a perfectly legal and highly successful business, after all. So shouldn’t you have come first?

You liked revenge cold, playing the long game; something you had in common with Jesse. And today, you certainly had plans put in place for said revenge. Which, for the time being, meant ignoring Jesse. You had plenty to occupy you, from communications for the business to just working on your own projects. Still, you’d made sure to be just nonchalant enough to let him know that it was all so… deliberate.

Jesse shuffled in the doorway, clearly wanting your attention but knowing better than to think any sort of demanding would get him anywhere. He’d learned the hard way that at home, his power over subordinates decidedly did not apply to you. When you didn’t give him any response, he hovered for a moment, clearly trying to decide on what to do next.

You knew how he would get after a mission. Needy. Wanting. Starved for attention and affection from you. Pent up for days, probably thinking about you every spare moment between takes.

With a hum, you typed out a message on your phone before standing and heading for the doorway. You briefly looked up to see him as you brushed past in the doorway. “Oh, hi, Jesse,” you said, giving him a brief, distracted smile. “I’m off to get ready for a meeting with a client.” You headed for the bedroom, already thinking about your next steps.

You could hear him following behind you, could almost feel the mounting despair as he started to realized what was happening. Why you had used his name instead of the usual love, darling. His shoulders hunched, and you could see his face twist as he clearly tried to think of what to do. He already knew that you’d have your revenge however you wanted: apologies would be expected but certainly wouldn’t get him any closer to mercy.

Walking into the bedroom, you headed straight for the bathroom to start preparing. Jesse still trailed along behind you like a forlorn, helpless puppy, and you swore you could almost hear him let out a small whine. Pausing for a moment in front of your vanity, you dialed your friend’s number and set it to speaker, putting it down on the countertop and sitting in front of the mirror.

You tied your hair up and reached for your cosmetics, beginning the process as the phone dialed. Your friend picked up quickly, already in on your plan thanks to your texting. She always approved of your payback plans.

Bestie! I thought you said you had to prepare for the meeting? I mean, yknow, not that I don’t like hearing from you. She cheerfully teased over the phone.

You smiled. “Well yeah, I just sat down to do my makeup. But I mean, we did say we were going to talk about the party for little Jacen this weekend, and what better time than now? You can help me pick out an outfit once I’m done,” you cajoled, noticing how Jesse sat on the edge of the jacuzzi bathtub, unabashedly staring at you. He always had loved watching you get ready for an event. Not that you minded.

Fair enough. Your best friend admitted readily. But seriously, you didn’t have to go all out for Jacen like this. She half scolded. It’s so much!

You laughed lightly, the creamy foundation smoothing across your skin. “Oh c’mon, he’s my adorable little nephew in all but name. He deserves to get spoiled by his doting Aunt, let me have my fun,” you wheedled, knowing she would cave.

She sighed over the receiver. I swear, girl, you could convince anyone into anything.

“Or maybe I’m just your weakness, Miss Mara,” you teased back. The soft brush in your fingers blended the contour onto your face, and you smiled as you glanced at the phone. “But anyway, did you manage to figure out what he might want for a birthday present? Or are we going with my original idea to let him loose in a mall?”

Oh, no, you are so not buying him everything he points at. I’d never get him to not be a spoiled brat if I let you.Mara snorted. I’ll text you what I figured out, he seems to be pretty fixated on it right now.

“Ugh, fineeee,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “But I’m going to at least get him that adorable motorized scooter I showed you before. He’s going to look so cute riding around in it.”

Fair enough I suppose. Better than the mall idea— wait, did you just get me to agree to something extravagant by threatening something so ridiculous—

“Anyway,” you interrupted blithely, “did you send out invitations to everyone?”

Yep, and I got back all the RSVPs. Speaking of which, I thought you said that you were meeting with the CEO of some business tonight? What’s that all about? I know you, you normally don’t like dealing with people.

You sighed. “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag a little.” You pouted, reaching for the eyeshadow and liner. “Jesse was supposed to be back yesterday, but since he wasn’t I had to reschedule, and I promised to personally meet with the CEO in order to smooth over ruffled feathers. But besides that… I wanted to be there personally to see my best friend and her husband’s house finally paid off for their fifth anniversary.”

A pause. Then a screech that made you grin. You’re not serious! Babes, no, wait—

“No use protesting!” You said cheerfully, waving your brush. “It’s already been practically settled. Besides, you both need to start saving up for Jacen’s college funds. We did have the agreement that I’d open the doors to whatever college he wanted instead of just paying for it,” you reminded.

Ugh, I don’t know if I want to smack you or hug you, you sly little— Mara groaned. Wait till I tell Damien, he won’t know what hit him. She laughed. Thank you. You know how much it means to us. I won’t scold.

“Good.” You nodded. “And you know I’ll take care of you.”

She sighed. Never doubted it. So, how’s the process?

You hummed, pursing your lips as you finished the eyeshadow and grabbed the mascara. “About to do mascara, then all I have left is the lipstick. But shouldn’t I wait till we pick a dress before I actually pick a color?”

Probably. What’s the mood? You going for boss ass bitch, sultry Queen, or mysterious vampire lady? Amusement laced Mara’s voice.

“You’re not even in my house and yet you walked in and called me out to my face,” you said dryly, earning laughter. Jesse, you saw in the mirror, tilted his head with a small smile playing over his lips. He’d quietly observed the whole processes, eyes fixed on your face.

Only cause I love you. So, show me the closet, girl! Oh, show me your makeup first tho so we got reference.

You picked up the phone as you finished, turning on the camera so she could see your makeup sans the lipstick. She whistled, eyebrows wriggling teasingly as she grinned.

Oh, so mysterious vampire queen it is. She smirked. Closet. Though I do have the feeling that we’re going to be choosing a gorgeous red lipstick.

“Yes ma’am,” you answered, standing and heading for your closet. You heard Jesse stand and follow behind you, and stifled a smile. Flipping the camera, you started to flip through the racks of dresses. “Does that mean we’re leaning towards a black dress?”

Hmm, probably. Actually, how about one of your sleek black ones? The one with like, barely any frills and only a tiny bit of lace at the top. Off the shoulder. If you’re gonna try to assert dominance, probably drawing attention to your mouth and hands is the best way to go.

You tilted your head at the hangers, then nodded. “You’re right. Especially if I go for the red lipstick. I could also honestly use a glass of wine during that meeting,” you sighed.

Mara snickered. Blood in a wine glass? How stereotypical of you, madame.

“You hush, drama queen,” you said dryly, finding the dress she’d described and pulling it out.

Ooh, that’s the one! And I know you have that one crimson shade of lipstick that I always say looks vampiric.

You went back to the vanity and set the phone down, pretending to not notice that it showed Jesse standing in the doorway, clearly staring at you. You slid your shirt off, careful not to smudge any makeup, then slipped out of your pants and reached for the dress. Smoothing it over your front to get rid of any wrinkles, you sat back down and tilted the camera back to yourself, reaching for the lipstick.

“This one, right?” You waved it in front of your face.

Yep! That dress is stunning, by the way. Oh, and what are you doing with your hair?

“Ugh, I don’t really wanna bother too much with it, so I figured I’d go with the… messy, loose waves.” You shrugged, applying the lipstick.

Mara snorted. I think you mean, ‘sorry I’m late I was doing things’ while ignoring Jesse staggering behind you clearly radiating ‘I’m things’ energy.

You half-choked, laughing despite yourself. “Mara-! Seriously!”

She rolled her eyes at you. I’m just saying it like it is. But you go girlie, you look bomb. She laughed. Blow them all away. Be the boss bitch you are. A noise in the background interrupted her. Oop, that’s my cue. I gotta go, text me though okay?

“Will do, tell Damien and Jacen hi for me.” You smiled and hung up, finishing fluffing your hair. Standing, you grabbed the phone and headed for the door. “The meeting is in five minutes,” you remarked to Jesse as you passed him in the doorway. “If you want to join.”

You saw him type on his phone, the text to speech translator sounding a moment later. May I be there with you?

You flashed him a warm smile, as though you weren’t at all deliberately enacting revenge. “Of course! I’d love to have you there. Let’s go.” With a little hum, you headed towards the stairs.

Your phone pinged with a message. Girl, I swear he was drooling. You’re so mean sometimes. Not that he didn’t deserve it.

You suppressed a laugh, replying with one hand as your other slid down the bannister to guide you down the staircase. You know it. Mission so far successful. Wish me luck, I’m about to go into this meeting.

You looked up as you got to the bottom of the stairs, seeing an assistant waiting with the guest. The assistant bowed politely. “May I introduce Mr. Trace, CEO of Finley Bank.”

Giving the assistant a nod, you turned to Mr. Trace. “Greetings, Mr. Trace. Welcome! Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I do apologize for the delay,” you said, taking charge and sweeping towards the parlor.

He followed after automatically. “Of course, Mrs. Cromeans,” he answered, quickly recovering from his moment of bewilderment.

You motioned to a chair, sitting on the velvet couch across the coffee table. “Please, please, have a seat,” you said, keeping the easy smile on your face. “Can I get you a drink? Anything at all?”

He blinked, sitting down and setting his briefcase next to him. “Ah— thank you. I’d appreciate a scotch on the rocks if it’s available.”

“Of course,” you said easily, nodding to the maid standing nearby. “A red wine for me, please.” You smiled at Jesse as he sat next to you. “Your regular?” you asked sweetly. At his nod, you turned back to the maid. “And a glass of dry white.”

She bowed and went to go fetch the drinks.

“I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do, Mr. Trace,” you said smoothly, “so I’ll not take any more of your time than necessary. Of course, as I said, I’d like to discuss several things with you…”

Twenty minutes later found you leaning against the arm of the couch, feet propped up beside you as you swirled the last dregs of the red wine, tapping the glass with your fingernails. The CEO had long since emptied his scotch, and Jesse was on his second glass. His fingers kept clenching around the flute of his glass every time your feet brushed against his thigh.

“Of course,” Trace said with a nod, jotting down the final notes on the paperwork. “Easily managed. Are there any other details you would like to add or anything else to discuss?” He looked up at you.

Your tactics of firm politeness and the scotch seemed to have worked their charm, and you’d been able to rather easily dominate the flow of the interaction. Not to mention, Mara had been right about appearances clearly setting a tone. Trace seemed to be studiously avoiding eye contact with either you or Jesse.

“Not at all, Mr. Trace,” you said, a pleased note in your voice. “I’m rather pleased at how everything has turned out. We do so value your business, you know.” You tilted the glass in your fingers. “Shall I sign the papers?”

“At your leisure.” He slid them across the table toward you.

You slowly uncurled yourself like a lazy feline, straightening yourself and leaning over to set the glass down on the table. Grasping the pen, you slowly signed your name on the papers, eyes glancing over the print to ascertain that everything was in order. Shuffling through the papers, you finally set the pen down.

Trace took them back, glancing through them before nodding. “Everything seems to be in order.” He slid them back into his briefcase. “Thank you as always for your business, Mrs. Cromeans, Mr. Cromeans.”

You nodded, and Jesse stood, setting his glass down. You rose as well, sliding your arm into the crook of his elbow as he automatically adjusted for you. “And thank you for your help, Mr. Trace,” you answered easily. “I do hope you have a productive rest of the day. Do be safe out there.”

He nodded as the assistant returned to escort him out. “Same to you.”

With a hum, you absently patted Jesse’s arm and let yours slide out of his grasp, drifting towards the stairs again. “Oh, I need to go tell Mara it’s all confirmed. Besides, this dress is only comfortable for so long,” you remarked, pulling out your phone again.

Guess who completely owns their house now? You texted Mara, smiling. And your tactics worked, I think dominance was asserted.

You waltzed into the bedroom, headed straight for the closet. “Jesse, are you hungry? I think the food I ordered should have arrived by now, it should be in front of the TV. Maybe pick a movie? I still have a few messages to send.”

You changed into a comfortable black babydoll nightdress, sighing in relief as the silk slid over your skin. It was far more comfortable, and you could feel yourself finally starting to relax after the pent-up tension of the meeting. You really did hate dealing with people, especially ones like the CEO.

Your phone buzzed as you went to go pick it back up. You are literally the best. Now go finish seducing Jesse while I go figure out how to make this news sexy.

Stifling a snort, you went to go wipe your makeup off and wash your face. You could hear the sounds of the TV starting in the bedroom, so you took one more glance in the mirror before heading out into the room, still tapping at your phone. You still had to finish some arrangements for Jacen’s birthday, after all, and your revenge was still percolating.

Jesse’s head turned as soon as you approached the couch in front of the TV. You ignored the way he froze, sliding onto the couch and tucking your feet under a soft blanket. Sending off another message, you set it beside you and reached forward to grab a tray, pulling it into your lap.

“I figured you might not want anything too heavy since you just got back, so I kinda just made a guess and ended up ordering too much…” You frowned at the myriad of food laid out over the table. “Sorry, Jesse… I don’t even know if this is what you want—“

The text to speech cut you off. The food is fine, thank you. I’m sorry for being late. I know I can only make excuses, but I am sorry. Can I make it up to you?

A frown touched your lips as you picked up your spoon, still not looking at him. Your fingernails tapped against the screen of your phone. “Jacen asked the other day if Uncle Jesse would be at his party. I told him I didn’t know, but I’d ask.”

He quickly typed. Of course, if he asked for me, I’ll be sure to be there. His fingers paused, then he slowly typed again, as though hesitating. I got you a present while I was gone.

You hummed, swallowing your food and picking your phone back up. “He’ll be happy to hear it. And thank you for the present.” You sent a message to tell Mara that Jacen’s wish had been granted.

Jesse practically fidgeted as he ate, the movie playing in the background. You could feel his eyes slide from the screen to you, could almost hear the wheels in his head frantically turning. The tension in every line of his body was obvious, his movements stilted and jerky. He practically twitched every time you so much as moved.

Finally, you set down the tray, grabbing a mint to refresh your mouth. Shifting to get more comfortable, you angled yourself towards him a little more. You snitched a piece of food from his plate, letting out a hum as you smiled down at Mara’s message. If possible, Jesse stiffened even more, his fingers clenching so hard around his spoon that it even bent a little in his grasp.

A crumb fell from your fingers onto the lace edge of your nightgown, and you let out a quiet noise of protest as you looked down. Your fingers brushed against the top of your breast, brushing off the crumb. Sticking your finger in your mouth, you typed out a message in response to another conversation. With a sigh, you looked up and glanced over Jesse’s shoulder to see the lamp on the table next to him. Night had fallen, and shadows fell over the room.

Stirring yourself, you sat up, setting your phone down for a moment. “Can I turn on the lamp? I don’t wanna get up for the lights,” you said, starting to lean across him. Almost thoughtlessly, you placed your hand on his thigh and put your weight on it, reaching over his body on your hands and knees to pull at the cord on the lamp. The light clicked on, just as a low keening sound came from Jesse.

Your head tilted at the sound, and you turned to look up at his face. It was your turn to freeze.

Jesse’s face had crumpled, his soft green eyes literally awash with tears. His hands were clenched at his sides, his chest heaving with hitching breaths as he struggled to control his expression. The tears welled in his eyes, and faint color had splashed across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Slowly, a smile crossed your lips as you stared up at his face. Leaning back, you tilted your head, licking your lips. “Oh, look at you,” you breathed. “You made all the little piggies cry, Jesse. But maybe it’s your turn, hmm?” Your eyes flickered down to the way his entire body trembled, every muscle taut and strained.

You moved, sliding your entire body into his lap to straddle his waist and face him. Crossing your arms under your chest, you stared into his face. “I don’t know… you broke your promise, though.” Your eyebrow raised at him, and he let out another hoarse whimper. Tears slid down his cheeks, his mouth opening for shuddering breaths.

He shook his head, lips trembling as he lifted one hand and signed. Sorry. Please. Sorry. His fingers spelled out your name.

Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands. You leaned up, face drawing closer to his. “But I already accepted your apology, love,” you cooed, smiling. “You know what I think?” You slowly dragged your tongue across his tear tracks, your body flushing with heat at the taste of the bitter salt. “I think,” you murmured against his jaw, “that I like seeing you cry.”

Jesse’s breath hitched on a sob, more tears spilling down his cheeks. It was fairly intoxicating, seeing the giant man completely fall apart under you, trapped between his desperation and his personal standards. When you slid forward, your body pressing flush against him, another sob wrenched from his gritted teeth.

You decided for the moment to have a bit of mercy. Reaching down, you grasped his wrists and lifted his hands to your waist. His fingers instantly clenched in the silk babydoll dress, shaking as he grabbed at your waist. His entire body lurched forwards towards you, eyes fixed on your face.

You hummed softly, brushing a kiss to his jaw. “Your eyes are so pretty when they’re filled with tears, Jesse,” you purred, drawing his face closer to you. Still, you refused to kiss him, instead trailing your lips down his jaw, down to his throat. You opened your mouth against his neck, savoring the taste of his skin and the soft scent of his cologne.

Jesse’s trembling fingers jerked against your waist, and he slumped into you. His hands slid over your waist to your lower back, his touch practically reverent as he squeezed. His breaths came quick and fast, breaking occasionally on a sob. Every time you suckled or moved your lips, every time your hands slid down his shoulders, he gasped and shuddered, more tears dripping down his cheeks.

You slid your hands down, starting to unbutton his shirt. Your tongue dragged across his neck, and you felt the bulge in his pants throb against your thigh. “Isn’t this punishment fair, darling?” you cooed. “I only ask for a few tears, hmm? A front row seat to your pretty eyes?”

His head jerked, even though it wrenched another tortured sob from him. Despite the contact, you could feel his frustration mounting.

You pulled back, looking up at him as you finished unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh, you don’t think so?” Your fingers slid across his bared chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. “But isn’t this what you wanted? Me, paying attention to you?”

His gasps had turned ragged. His hips jerked, rutting up against your thigh. A strangled noise left his throat, his eyes squeezing shut. His grip on your waist threatened to leave fingerprints against your skin.

“No?” You bit your lip, raking your nails lightly against his chest. “Then what is it you want, hmm?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips, unconsciously licking his own. His fingers clenching, he pulled you down to grind against his cock, straining in his trousers. Pants fell from his mouth, and he kept glancing from your eyes to your lips.

You reached down, teasingly trailing your fingers down his chest and stomach. Unzipping his trousers, you looked up at his face and smiled as you traced one fingertip down the bulge in his underwear. His eyes fairly rolled back in his head, more tears streaming down his face afresh.

“Look at you, already such a mess,” you murmured, sliding your fingers into his underwear. The moment you wrapped a hand around his cock and slid up, you were rewarded with a guttural groan. He gritted his teeth, clearly struggling to stay still. With a soft laugh, you leaned up and brushed a kiss to his ear.

You tugged at his collar. “Why don’t you lie down for me?” you murmured.

He immediately complied, his hands still clamped around your waist as he turned and shifted up, lying down on the couch. He stared up at you, face still twisted in agony and desperation.

Lifting yourself a little, you tilted your head at him. “Take your pants off for me?”

He practically kicked his pants and underwear off in his haste. You guided one of his hands to the latch on the side of your own panties, giving him an amused smile and nod. His trembling fingers unlatched them, his chest heaving as he watched the black silk slide away from your skin. The moment you lowered back down onto him, his cock throbbed against you and his back arched.

Leaning forward, you hummed a pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Jesse, love,” you murmured. “Cry for me a little more?” You cupped his face in your hands, feeling your wetness coat his own length as you ground against his tip. But you deliberately kept shifting, not giving him any steady pressure.

Another broken whine came from him, and a few more tears slipped down his cheeks. Frustration scrunched his face, his neck mottled with red and flushing down to his shoulders and chest, making your white nail marks stand out. His hips jerked, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

“Is this what you want?” You pressed down against him again, feeling his cock slip against your wet folds teasingly.

His head jerked in a nod, almost violently. Tremors kept running through his arms, his body occasionally shuddering under you.

You leaned down and sucked his lower lip between yours. Your teeth nipped at his lip, and you finally slanted your mouth over his. Tears poured afresh down his cheeks as he desperately pulled at you, trying to get closer, kiss you more. You relented and let him, thumbs brushing against his jaw as you hummed softly into his frantic, pleading kisses. Without warning, you slipped your tongue between his lips, feeling his mouth part with alacrity. When you finally parted, his green eyes were glazed over with tears, hazily staring at you.

Then you smiled at him slyly. “I think you’ve deserved a little bit more,” you decided.

The moment you slid his tip into you, he choked. Saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut, struggling for breath. His entire body froze, humming taut under you and his eyes sightlessly staring up at the ceiling.

You observed his wrecked expression, licking your lips with satisfaction. Rarely did Jesse ever fully submit to you like this, usually a brat. But tonight, you had absolute and utter control, and you intended to milk every last ounce of satisfaction out of it. The memories would fuel you for years of his utterly ruined expression, tears slipping down his cheeks as he drooled uncontrollably.

“So pretty, darling,” you purred, licking the tears from his cheek. You gave him another kiss, letting his hands wander over your waist and up your front. “So good for me. Do you think you can handle more?”

His eyes widened, breath quickening. He glanced down, then shook his head jerkily. Then nodded. Then shook his head.

You tilted your head. “Hmmm.” A wicked grin crossed your lips. “No? Oh, but I think you can,” your said, just as you lifted yourself and fully sheathed him inside you.

Jesse sobbed. His mouth opened, tongue lolling as he gasped. Tears poured down his cheeks from the mingled pleasurable pain and relief. His cock throbbed inside you, and his hands grasped desperately at your thighs. His entire body started to shake, arching.

You barely gave him time to adjust before you were already bouncing on him, hands braced against the back of the couch. Laughter spilled from your lips, delighted and cruel, as his hands scrabbled against your thighs, raking across your skin. Moans kept being torn from his throat, your name framed on his lips.

As soon as you angled your hips and brought your fingers down to ring tight circles on your clit, you hissed in pleasure. You pulsed around his cock, earning another helpless sob and wave of tears. He just hit that one spot inside you perfectly, again and again, until you bit your lip and moaned his name as you came around him. Your body clenched down on him, even as you kept fucking yourself through your orgasm.

More laughter spilled from your lips. “Are you gonna cum for me, Jesse, my pretty darling?” you asked breathlessly, purposely moaning his name. “Gonna cum inside me?”

The only warning you got from Jesse was another sob and the gritting of his teeth. His hands flew to your hips, slamming you down on him one more time before holding you there with an iron grip. Gasps tore from his mouth, his eyes trying to blink away tears as he stared up at you.

You hummed, caressing his hands and arms as you bit your lip in satisfaction. He kept pouring into you, his hips jerking once in a while and wringing a whimper from him. Finally, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His lips parted under yours weakly, chest heaving under your hands.

“Thank you, Jesse,” you cooed sweetly between kisses. “You’re so good to me, make me feel so good.” Your mind fuzzed with the pleasure of both your high and the sight of his tears.

He pushed up against you, kissing you fervently. Though he didn’t say a word, you could feel his thoughts through his drugged, sloppy kiss.

You giggled, teasingly clenching down on him one more time and earning a jerk and grunt. “And I forgive you. But don’t do it again, okay?”

Jesse’s calculating look as he clearly weighed the consequences made you roll your eyes but laugh. Maybe this one would turn out to backfire against you, next time.

You decided it was worth it.

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