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Toni | 30s | she/her | bi | sub | INTJ | â
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this is mostly a home for my fic and fic recs, but it's also my kink diary.
this means I post about my real life d/s relationship. if you want the fandom content but not the kink, I use the tag #tmi with toni, feel free to block it or simply not engage.
a lot of the fic content is dark/dead dove do not eat.
please read responsibly and check the warnings thoroughly.
my fic
find my fic masterlist here, featuring Din Djarin and Joel Miller.
fic recs
find my fic rec masterlist here, featuring mostly Star Wars and The Last of Us.
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a note on kink
I've been in the lifestyle for more than a decade but I am not an expert. That being said, I want to reiterate that the kink in fics I post is strictly fantasy. My personal posts are real, honest stories, but that doesn't mean we're the perfect picture of safe and healthy dynamics. We try, but we're human.
RACK: Risk Aware Consensual Kink
Some BDSM practices are inherently risky. RACK means that all involved parties are educated and aware of the risk and consent to the activities. Each participant should strive to educate themselves on the best safety practices.
Warnings on my fic will indicate RACK compliance or non-compliance.
*all opinions are my own. linked resources are a starting point and not exhaustive; they also have not been thoroughly vetted so please research responsibly.
Nurturing but firm dom and obedient sub with a deep-seated need to please are such a cute couple.
"I don't care if you want to wear it, put it on."
"I don't ask you to make cute noises, that's why I spank you when I want to hear them."
"Stop overthinking with that mouth and lick my boots clean with it instead."
"Do as you're told or you'll do as you're told with tears and an apology. You'll straighten out that attitude right now or I'll straighten it for you."
"I can't have you going out tonight unmarked. Fetch me my paddle. And be a dear and bring me a glass of water too. Beating you is a good workout."
"Show me how you blush knowing you're my obedient pet. Look at you, blushing on command. You're so well-behaved it's adorable."
"Now you listen to me, here's what's going to happen."
"Not a peep out of you."
"Bend over and wait for me, I'll need to take out some stress on your body soon."
"Stop. You're too little for that. I will handle that."
"Look at me. Feel my chest with your cheek. Nothing else matters right now."
"Get over my lap right now. No, you didn't do anything wrong, I just want this for you. Take it."
"I didn't teach you to dawdle, do what you were told."
"Did I say you could do that?"
"Don't make me repeat myself."
"Good, I'm glad you're embarrassed for me."
"Kneel at my feet and wait."
"You can take it. I know you can. There, now that wasn't so hard now, was it?"
"Here's what I expect out of you today, so listen carefully and obey."
"This is why I make the decisions around here."
"It doesn't have to be fair, it just has to please me."
Joel does math off the top of his head or correctly guesses the right measurements to something and suddenly itâs one of the hottest things youâve ever seen
Or he does that carpenter thing where he measures, takes a pencil from behind his ear and scribbles the number on the 2x4 he's working on, then throws down a quick equation next to it to factor in the degree of the angle he has to cut it at then holding the pencil between his teeth while he makes the perfect cut
- drop the crest out of the sky to evade or attack. That entire maneuvre
- the slutty lil knee stance
- sighing
- getting in someones face when they piss him off. Like he consistently stands RIGHT up in their business
- when hes talking to someone who is clearly some type of nefarious, and lets them think heâs going along with everything they say (âagreeingâ to find and âkillâ ahsoka in s2)
- the wide shots where heâs far away and looking toward the camera (again idk)
- the way he goes statue-still sometimes (esp when stressed out). Like every muscle in his body is pulled completely and totally taut
- the way his stance shifts and his body braces RIGHT before a fight
- his pained crackly groan when he gets up after being knocked down. Its probably a stock sound they reuse but maaan is it good
- actually all of his noises of discomfort are amazing
- scanning a room
- the way his helmet jiggles around when he talks
- darksaber
- getting injured. limping. labored breathing.
- being kind to people consistently
- honoring his word, even if it means certain death
- when he makes some dark ass jokes about dying a horrible death?? Hot.
- when heâs comfortable around people and his cute ass personality shows. Yes iâm talking about âWizard.â When heâs with peli
- flying/piloting ships
- understanding how ships work intimately. He knows every part. Likely was educated on this, so he can be self reliant and never stranded.
- the way he speaks to everyone equally. He doesnt baby or coddle. He speaks to the kind lizard lady the same way he speaks to cobb vanth. Heâs genuine.
i need to cut it off here or this post will never end lmfao
If i have more to add iâll reply to this post as a part 2
There's an awful trend in reading that's this CinemaSins kind of rejection of abstract concepts and suspension of disbelief, that makes people say it's bad writing when authors use descriptions that aren't immediately one to one with physical reality.
Like it's bad when a "tattoo is undulating" (as opposed to... "drawn in a wave like pattern on the skin"?), or when hair is "wet wheat from a late Summer field" (as opposed to "sort of brownish light yellow that dries lighter, but is not actual wheat stalks growing on someone's head but kind of reminiscent of the color and texture"?), or when when ice cream tastes like midnight at the fair" (as opposed to "ice cream flavour bringing back memories of undefined ice cream flavours that are individually popular but always tied to a memory of late evening at the fair ground and probably smelling vaguely like popcorn and sugar"?).
Please. We have to get back to understanding abstract descriptions that evoke feelings and memories and mental images or things we haven't experienced yet. This hyper utilitarian way of reading and judging text is killing fiction. it's robbing you of experiencing things you haven't actually personally experienced.
Summary: Din pays a visit to his beautiful little pet â you.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, Dinâs pov, d/s dynamics, pet play, soft dom!Din, sex worker!reader, Dinâs down bad for you, collar and leash usage, praise kink, size kink, f!masturbation, edging, nipple play, handjob, unprotected piv, cum eating, no âThe Mandalorian and Groguâ spoilers except for a similar line of the dialogue but itâs not spoilery.
Word count: 3,7k
A/n: this is my first ever Din fic and Iâm very excited to share it with you allđ„čâ„ïž I hope youâll enjoy the story! Lots of âGood girlâs from Din to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing, help and coming up with the title. ILY babyđ Dividers by @pixopix tyđș
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Din always clenched his fists when someone called Grogu his pet. He was not a pet. He was a kid who gave him meaning, who taught him a lot even though his own capabilities were limited, who gave him a sense of family and belonging. Many couldnât understand it but the Mandalorian didnât correct them because their ignorance protected the baby. If Dinâs enemies didnât know how much Grogu meant to him they wouldnât try to use him as leverage.
So whenever he heard the word âpetâ he wouldnât argue, wouldnât explain. Instead his thoughts would travel to someone who really was his cute little pet. You.
This dynamic wasnât established overnight. It took Din time to understand his desires, to see what he wanted deep down in his soul.
Your company had given him great pleasure every time he used your âservicesâ in a brothel on Shakari. You were the one who helped him relax and forget all about his troubles, you were familiar with the most intimate parts of his body, taught him how amazing another person could make him feel, but it took him months of seeing you to realize what drove him crazy with lust â your complete and total submission.
To others Mando seemed stoic, cold-headed and resilient. And he did possess all those qualities. He hated to display his emotions to anyone, yet he had them. He felt frustrated when a target escaped, he was angry when someone tried to make a fool of him, lately Dinâs heart would tighten again and again at the thought of Groguâs future without himâ it was inevitable that one day heâd leave the kid alone in the world.
When all those feelings took a hold of him he needed you. In a constantly hostile and changing world you would give him a sense of control, and when the craving got too strong, heâd leave Grogu at a local daycare or with a friend and cross galaxies to see you.
Din was careful â he kept you his secret not to put you in danger, not to attract the attention of his enemies to his âpetâ.
The Mandalorian is walking through the city on Shakari, neon lights illuminating his way, running over his beskar armor in multicolored rivers. He arrives at the brothel, pays Madame extra to keep quiet about his visit and heads to your room. When he comes up to the door, warmth spreads through his body, anticipation of playing with you makes his heartbeat accelerate.
He opens the door to find you already waiting for him, kneeling by the bed, stark naked except for your collar. He crafted it for you himself â made of the softest leather it has a little D. burnt on the inside. The Mandalorianâs identity is his greatest secret as well as his face but Din trusts you enough to let you know the first letter of your Masterâs name.
A thin chain leash is attached to the collar. Itâs now hanging between your gorgeous breasts, down your stomach, the handle resting on your lap.
Din locks the door and greets you with a nod. He seems composed and relaxed on the outside but an ocean of desire and want is raging in his body.
The usual scent of flowers and dim golden light in your room calm him down a little, yet his whole attention is focused on you â nothing else exist for him behind these walls at this moment.
The Mandalorian slowly walks to the center of the room, his steps so heavy you blink every time his booted foot lands on the floor. Then he stops and says a single word that holds his power over you.
âHeel.â
Your pupils dilate as you shift on your spot in excitement and get on all fours. Steadily but with eagerness in your movements you crawl to your Master. His eyes behind the visor slide along your naked back down to your ass and he bites his lip watching your cheeks slightly jiggle with every step. Youâd never see what you do to him - how his eyes grow dark when you move, how loudly his heart beats in his ears at the sight of you, how he licks his lips wishing to run his tongue over your neck, your breasts, your glistening pussy. Even Din himself has no idea how much he blushes when you look at him with those eyes of yours â theyâre full of warmth, lust, understanding, theyâre more beautiful than any sunset on any planet heâs ever witnessed. Youâd never know what you really mean to him because he wonât let his feelings put you in harm's way.
When you reach Dinâs feet and sit on your heels in front of him, he bends down and takes a hold of the leash dangling down the side of your naked body. He doesnât tug on it, only wraps the metal chain around his gloved hand, as a sign of his ownership. He brings the other hand to your head and pets you.
âMissed me?â His modulated voice is soft and warm when he asks you that and you half purr-half whimper, nuzzling his leather clad palm. Your eyes flutter closed as you take full lungs of your Masterâs scent and Din smiles under his helmet, seeing genuine joy on your face. Then his eyes trail down your body and he notices your nipples harden just from his soft caress.
The Mandalorian chuckles quietly.
âOnly scratched your head, little thing.. already so excited.â
You open your blown out eyes to look up at him but immediately avert them, as if in embarrassment.
âItâs ok. Havenât played with you in a while, huh? You needed your Master?â
Your waiting gaze locks with his again and the answer to his question is so loud, Dinâs breath catches. Heâs well aware of being your client but the fantasy of having you all to himself is so intoxicating, he canât help but believe the sweet delusion.
Sometimes the Mandalorian imagines taking you with him, making you really his, but thatâs just a wish, the reality he lives in isnât as wonderful as his dreams. Besides, having talked to you a little after every session, he found out that you like your work, you love your friends, your life. And he could never be so cruel as to kidnap you, though the idea of whisking you away crosses his mind from time to time.
âCome,â he finally says and walks to the bed. You follow him obediently, still on your hands and knees, and when Din sits down and spreads his thighs wide, you take your place between his legs.
Your hands are in your lap, youâre staring up at him waiting for another command. There was a time when he had to discipline you often, teach you what not to do when your eagerness turned into a problem but those times are gone. You know how to behave, how to be a good pet for your Master and blood rushes down to Dinâs cock at the sight of you kneeling at his feet, so submissive and sweet.
As a reward the Mandalorian pats his thick thigh, giving you a silent command, and you rest your head on the spot, not covered by the armor.
Din takes a deep breath to cool himself off, as just the warmth of your skin seeping through his suitâs material is enough to make him shudder.
âGood little pet,â he says, his helmet tilted to the side. He cups your face and glides his leather-clad thumb over your cheekbone. His pants feel too tight now but itâs not the time to unleash his desire. Not yet.
Din traces your lower lip with a tip of his finger, imagining a kiss heâd give you but as always it stays a fantasy. Youâre looking deep into his eyes or rather into his visor but Din feels like youâre really seeing his gaze, like you know what youâre doing to him under the mask The Way has him wear. The idea of you seeing his face excites Din so much, heâs already rock-hard under his suit.
As if smelling the lust off him, you sit up and move so close to his crotch, your face hovers right over his cock.
âWhat is it, girl?â He asks, keeping his tone as steady as he can. âNeed something?â
You donât reply. You just stare up at him longingly until Dinâs hand moves to his bulge and he palms it. Your eyes dart to the huge lump in his pants, youâre shifting on your knees between his legs in anticipation. Din feels drunk watching the desire lick at your body and leave goosebumps on your skin in its wake. With your thighs slightly spread, he can already see your folds glistening with need and he craves the relief of finally taking his stiff cock out of its confines.
He bucks his hips and gruffs, his modulated voice soft but harsh in the quiet room.
âYou want this, little pet?â
You whimper at the sight of him palming himself and your eyes dart up and down from his big bulge to his visor.
Youâre waiting for a command.
Youâll get it soon.
âOn your back.â
You blink up at him, confusion loud in your expression, for that wasnât what you expected to hear, but you always do what he orders.
Din doesnât need to use the leash thatâs still in his fist, your back hits the floor the next second. Your palms lying on the rug, your legs bent at the knees, youâre staring up at him expectantly. The Mandalorian rests his elbows on his knees and looks down at you, the leash connecting your delicate neck and his strong hand. His intent gaze runs down your body as he watches your belly and chest heave, your teeth pull on your lower lip, your eyes flicking over his huge armored body. Din sees how much you want him but you wonât move an inch to satiate your need without his command and this power turns him on so much, his cock is already leaking. Finally he takes pity on you and gives you an order.
âPlay with yourself.â
Din loves watching you pleasure yourself. He wonât admit it but you were the one who taught him how to bring you to your peak. Heâd never been the most experienced loverâ his loneliness, his work, the creed, a lot had prevented him from being a good fuck but when he met you, everything changed. Your fingers taught him where you needed him the most, where to rub and stroke, your lips told him how to fuck you well.
He knows that you like to start slow so itâs not a surprise when you bring your hands to your breasts and lightly pinch your perked up nipples. You start twitching them and a soft moan falls from your lips, drawing a low growl from Din. Your eyes locked with his visor, you slide your palms over your naked body from your tits to your belly and then to your mound. Your hand massages your folds before your finger pushes between your pussy lips.
âDonât be shy now,â Din gruffs, and watches you spread your thighs wider, making your pussy bloom like a flower for him. âThatâs my girl.â
Din groans, he just canât help it, the sight of your finger swirling around your puffy clit drives him mad with lust and he uses all his willpower to stop himself from pouncing on you.
The Mandalorian could take you right this second, push his cock into you in one swift move, feel your warmth spread around him but he wonât. He needs you to be submissive but just as much he demands submission from himself. Itâs not the first and not the last time he limits himself and the fact that his spirit is winning over his flesh adds to the pleasant feeling in his body.
Soon youâre whimpering loudly, your finger dancing over your clit, your little hole clenching hard around nothing. Din desperately wants to fill it but heâs not showing it. Outside heâs fully in control over his desires and movements.
His eyes move up to your face and heâs watching your features closely, waiting for telltale signs. When your brows pull together and you hold your breath Din knows youâre close to coming. A second before an ecstasy hits you, your Master gives you an order,
âStop!â
As if by magic your finger stills on your clit, not stroking it anymore, yet a set of pathetic mewls is escaping your lips, your chest is heaving, your pleading eyes are staring up at Dinâs face behind the helmet.
Stealing your orgasm doesnât make Din happy, it makes him unbearably hard. He could come into his pants just from seeing your own hand freeze like that at his command, denying yourself a great pleasure.
When your breathing slows down, Din scoots closer to you and gruffs,
âKeep touching yourself.â Your nostrils flare for just a moment, youâve probably realized what heâs doing, but as soon as Din squeezes the leash in his big fist, your expression softens and you bring your hand to your pussy again. He gives you a curt nod, praising you for your obedience and then adds,
âDeeper.â
With your lips parted you slide your middle finger into your wet hole and start pushing it in and out with concentration on your face.
Din nods down at your chest.
âNipples.â He knows how sensitive theyâre, how fast you can come just from Din playing with them. You start pulling on your buds with a free hand, meanwhile a second finger slips into your entrance and youâre finger-fucking yourself in earnest, your eyes closed in pleasure, writhing on the floor at Dinâs feet while heâs watching you closely, his forehead sweaty under the helmet, his heart pounding in his ears and chest. You both are greatly turned on right now and he grits his teeth before hissing,
âStop!â
You disobey him. The command has been given but your fingers are still pumping in and out of your drenched hole, your hand still twisting your puffy nipple. Din growls, tugs on the leash, your head jerks up and you snap your eyes open. Youâre staring at him with fear in your widened eyes.
âHands off, pet!â His modulated roar sends chills all over your body and you slap your palms down on the floor by your sides. Din gets up and towers over you, a mountain of beskar steel, strength and power, his plated chest rising and falling faster than usual, the chain of your leash clinking in the ringing silence. After a few long moments he talks.
âThis is my body,â he reminds you, calmer now. âIf I command you to stop, you stop.â
You swallow hard, staring up at him, your eyes glossy, and as always when Din has to discipline you, he feels horrible right after. His heart tightens as he sees that the fear on your face is genuine and despite you not using your safe word he thinks that he should have been softer with you.
The Mandalorian sighs, sits back on the bed and pats his thigh.
âCâmere.â
You slowly get on your knees and crawl to the spot between his legs but he shakes his head.
âNo, get up here.â You blink at him a few times and then rise on your feet and perch your naked ass on his thigh.
âBeing naughty today, huh?â he coos and you push your face against the crook of his covered neck, the gesture so intimate, Din shudders again, feeling your body so close to him, your face inches away from his, even though his head is still hidden behind the helmet.
Heâs holding you tightly for a few minutes, gliding his gloved palms over your back, your thighs, your head. When your hand slithers down to his bulge, Din half groans-half chuckles.
âWant to play with me now, little thing?â
You sit up straight, eagerness in your blown out eyes, and Din gives in when you palm him over his pants. Now itâs impossible to wait.
His hand as if by itself frees his cock and it bobs back and forth between your bodies. You let out an excited gasp that Din finds extremely cute but his smile soon disappears when you wrap your warm palm around his stiff shaft. Itâs huge in your little hand, twitching and leaking. You lean down and let your saliva drip from your mouth right on his slit, adding more wetness to his precum-oozing crown. You expertly coat his cock with the mixture of his and your liquids and begin stroking his length with your head tilted slightly to the side. Dinâs heart skips a beat at how beautiful you look but the ocean of arousal swipes him off his feet and all he can think about is how not to explode all over your gorgeous tits right this second.
He takes a sharp breath and wraps his gloved hand around your wrist.
âYou do it too well,â he breathes out and then gives you another command. âLie down on the bed.â
He pats the spot next to him and in a second youâre on your back, your torso lifted on your elbows, your legs spread and ready for him.
The Mandalorian gets up, his huge cock jumping and dropping precum on the floor, and slowly takes his gloves off. Your eyes light up seeing his hands uncovered, the reveal so intimate and sexy, you moan at the sight of his golden skin and thick fingers.
âGood pet,â he praises you when you throw your thighs even wider apart as he climbs the bed and settles between them. His cock lands heavily on your mound and lower belly, his fingers dig into your soft flesh as heâs lifting his hips up and pierces you with his manhood.
He loves how you choke every time he inserts himself inside you, loves the way your walls adjust to him as if your pussy was molded for his cock alone, loves the look you give him in those moments. It holds warmth, softness and something heâs never seen in a womanâs eyes before.
He begins fucking you deep and slow, kneeling between your legs, his hands on your hips. His modulated groans mix with your mewls and whimpers, your noises so soft and beautiful heâd like to hear them every day. âMine..mine..,â he chants with each thrust, doubting you can hear the words muffled by his helmet. The fantasy feels so real now so he keeps breathing, âMine, mine.. only mine.â
Soon his hips snap harder into you, your whimpers grow louder and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he bucks his hips, slamming into you at a slightly different angle, and your pussy clamps around him hard. You cry out, your walls pulsating around his thumping cock, pushing him to his peak, and ready to explode, Din hastily pulls out and begins covering your mound, your belly, your chest with his pearly cum. He hasnât come since his last visit so his release is generous and rich, heâs moaning behind his helmet, painting your skin with his seed rope after rope, jerk after jerk. Youâre watching him with your mouth slightly open, seemingly amazed by the amount.
When Din finally stills you give him a warm smile and glide your finger over the mess heâs left on your belly. He sits on his heels, breathing heavily, but then a low grunt rumbles behind his helmet when you bring the finger to your lips and lick his cum off.
âThirsty, baby?â he breathes out and you giggle lightly, reaching for another scoop.
When you try to get up, Din stops you, his naked hand on your thigh.
âIâll do it,â he says and goes to the bathroom. He returns with a wet cloth and carefully cleans you off his sticky load. While heâs working, youâre looking up at him with expectation in your eyes.
âYou can talk now,â he says.
âI really enjoyed our time together,â you purr and Dinâs heart skips a beat at the sound of your sensual voice. He smiles under his helmet, throws the cloth away and then asks,
âBet you say it to all your clients.â
Your smile drops and youâre staring up at him with a little pout that makes you look so cute Din craves to kiss your lips.
âNo.â
Din huffs and shakes his head in disbelief. As if reading his thoughts you sit up and place your hand on his.
âYouâre a bounty hunter so you probably know when someoneâs lying to you. Am I?â
Din looks deeply into your beautiful eyes. He sees the answer and cups your cheek, your skin soft and warm against his. His eyelids flutter close and he drowns in the sensation for a few moments.
Suddenly you grab his hand.
âWe still have some time. Stay for a bit.â
Not waiting for a reply you pull Din into the bed which creaks under his heavy weight as he sits against the headboard. You cuddle up to him, your head rests on his shoulder, and he wraps his big arm around you. When you shiver from the cold metal touching your naked skin, Din covers you with a sheet. You start telling him your news, finally able to talk, and Din hums here and there, listening to you carefully. Deep in his heart heâs already missing you, already longing for you, already looking forward to his next visit.
Thank you for reading! PLEASE, leave a comment and reblog if you liked the story! Iâd love to know what you thinkđ
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Story tag list: Milla @xkyxkyxx|ylcylulucuflfluclu @pascaltesfaye @bishtrouille @ghoulettesinspace @ningaispunk @annwrites24 @okiegal68 @gravelandgrace @canonisoptional
may or may not have been drooling a little oh my god. dom din and pet play??? Ghfjfjsjdks hitting all the right spots rn fr. Ty for sharing this, you beautiful genius đ„°đ„°đ„°
a/n: while I was working on my wips, Jackson!Joel came to my mind and i wrote this little thing. Hope youâll enjoy â€ïž
Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta ingđ𫶠| dividers @/saradika-graphics đ
You hated it when Joel went on patrol, and you never failed to make a snide remark about it to Tommy. It wasn't his fault, though, you knew Joel insisted on doing those damn patrols, as if Jackson's safety rested solely on his shoulders.
You had no doubt he was good at it, just like everything else he took on. When something was important to him, he was as precise as a Swiss watch. Meticulous.
That's what attracted you to Joel in the first place when he came to fix your leaky sink in the house you just moved into after joining Jacksonâs community. He ended up going around your entire kitchen, fixing everything that was loose, even though you didnât know each other, only met in Jackson a couple times.
It also didnât hurt that he was extremely handsome â your jaw almost dropped the first time you saw him.
Now you didn't live in that house anymore, because neither you nor Joel wanted to be separated. You loved having him close to you at night. He loved seeing you walk down the stairs in the morning, wearing only one of his shirts.
Everything was perfect, except for those patrols that stressed you out.
So you always asked him to stay, hoping to buy yourself some time. You would cuddle him in bed, one leg wrapped around his, when you knew it was time for him to go. You would lick his lips and wrap your hand around his length, feeling him get hard instantly.
âSweetheart, you know I gotta go,â heâd say against your lips, and youâd roll him onto his back before straddling him and grinding against his bulge.
âCome on, Tommyâs waiting for me. I canât be late.â
âI donât care about Tommy,â youâd smile before pushing him inside you.
But this morning, Joel woke up before you. When you opened your eyes you heard the shower being turned off. You hastily threw the comforter aside and pulled your t-shirt up and over your breasts, cupping them. Then you slipped your hand inside your panties, scooped up Joelâs cum from the night before and brushed your sensitive clit. He made you come twice on his tongue, once on his cock. You bit your lip at the memory.Â
You didn't stop when the bathroom door opened and Joel froze in the doorway, his hand on the handle.
You were looking at him playfully as his widened eyes were growing dark, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"What are you... Why... Jesus, you're such a menace," Joel mumbled as he walked toward you, taking off his t-shirt and unzipping his jeans.
He settled between your thighs and pulled down his pants mid-thigh, before easily sliding into your wet cunt.
âYouâre ready to do anything to keep me from going on patrol, arenât you?â he said, a little smile on his lips.
âYeah,â you replied. âDonât go. Fuck me all day, and all night.â
âJesus. SweetheartâŠâ he said, rolling his hips into you. âYou know Iâd love to, but I gotta go.â
âNo, you donât. They have enough people, you can skip one. Please?â you asked, squeezing him so tightly he was afraid heâd come right away.
You cupped his cheek to kiss him, your tongue sliding between his lips to play with his, as Joel was thrusting in, rubbing that spongy spot in a way that could make you come easily. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper, his heavy balls brushing against your ass with every thrust.
âPlease,â you begged against his lips. âI miss you so much when youâre not here.â
âI⊠fuck⊠I miss you tooâŠâ
âYeah? Prove it. Stay.â
His lips crashed against yours as he gripped your hips, using them as leverage to fuck into you harder.
âRail me⊠all day,â you panted, his balls now slapping against your skin.
âFuck⊠donât say things like thisâŠIâm gonna come way too soon.â
âOh I donât want thatâŠâ you replied mischievously. âYou know what Iâd like?â you asked, making him growl, fully aware that you were testing him, playing with him, and he loved it way too much.
âTell meâŠâ
âI think Iâd like you to fuck me⊠in all parts of me that can be fucked.â
He stopped moving, his length fully buried in you, his piercing gaze devouring you.
It only took him a swift movement to manhandle you to your hands and knees, spread your cheeks with his large hands, his eyes fixed on your ass and glistening pussy clenching on nothing, desperate for him.
âBaby,â he said, sliding his tip between your folds, his thumb brushing your tight ring. âAre you testing me?â
âMaybe,â you murmured, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.
âJesus, youâre so fucking hot,â he said, thrusting in and bottoming out in one go, keeping your buttocks wide open to stare at your ass.
You clutched the pillow with your fists when his thumb brushed against your ring with more pressure. He was the best lay you'd ever had in your life, by far.
âFuck me. Hard. Then stay with me and take everything you want from me.â
âYes ma'am," he grunted, one hand gripping your hip tightly as he kept his thumb pressed against your tight hole.
You stroked your clit, letting him fuck you the way he needed, chasing his climax.
âThis is what you want, sweetheart? Want me to fuck this tiny hole? You think you can take it?â he growled, fucking you rough and deep, his balls slapping harder than ever against your cunt.
âYes,â you whined, clenching around his cock, thinking about the moment he would thrust inside you there, the moment he would leave you breathless as he pushed in. You came with a cry and he followed you, sending hot spurs of cum inside your core.
Joel collapsed onto the bed and pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
âGuess Iâm not going on patrol today.â
âGuess not,â you smiled, and kissed his chest.
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this has two of my favorite things from one of my favorite writers đ
spoiler alert: those two things are obsessed-with-you-Joel and being a menace to that old man. and anal play. and Joel in general. Okay, it has a lot of my favorite things.
