#Jesse smut

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Ellie williams

Ellie eating you out

scissoring with ellie

ellie rewarding you for being a good girl

fingering ellie before she goes for patrol

ellie riding your strap

ellie plowing you from the back :D

Abby Anderson

ABBYS STRAP GAMEEE

ABBYS STRAP GAMEEE PT.2

tribbing with abby before she goes for an assignment

dont get mad but, ABBY STRAP GAME PT.3

Abby grinding on youuuu <333

abby eating you out to help you go to sleep

Dina (Woodward?)

dina eating you out aftter patrol

dina using her strap on you

eating dina out :D

giving dina the strap

MILF!dina fingering you

dina fucking you with her strap

Joel Miller

joel treating his good girl <333

joel taking his stress out on you

this is so joel idc

joel making you squirt

joel fucking you before patrol

pre-outbreak!joel :3

Jesse

jesse pounding you

riding jesse after patrol

normal world!jesse fingering you in the car

getting high and getting fucked

edging jesse

jesse treating you

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

In Which Jesse Gets What He Deserves

A/N: Some very gentle Jesse smut, because he deserves nice things. 

Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader (fem; has hair which apparently smells good based on how much time Jesse spends with his face in it)

Rating: M (minors DNI)

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings and tags: fluff; domesticity; lots of cuddling; established relationship; SMUT; body worship; maybe a hint of somnophilia; oral sex; fingering; PIV; I didn’t set out to write that cuddlefucking fic we talked about on Discord, but here we are

Summary: You are very happy to have Jesse home.

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You had never seen Jesse look so tired. He was always so strong, so sure of himself—he seemed as invincible as the Republic itself. So when he trudged into your flat with deep shadows beneath his eyes, his shoulders slumped beneath the weight of those massive ARC pauldrons, you couldn't imagine how difficult his most recent deployment must have been. But he greeted you with that same sweet smile that had first caught your eye all those months ago, and if he leaned a little too heavily on you when you kissed him, well, it was a small price to pay to have him home, safe in your arms. 

You helped him strip off his bulky armor and stack it in the living room. Once he was down to his body glove, he kissed you again, and you held him tightly, trailing your lips up his cheek until you reached the edge of his tattoo. You began to work your way around the circumference of the Republic cog, dropping the lightest, feathery kisses on his skin, before kissing your way up and down every single spoke of the cog, until Jesse was squirming and laughing beneath your onslaught of kisses. 

You finished by kissing the tip of his nose, and then you took him by the hand and dragged him to the sofa, pushing him down onto the soft cushions and settling onto his lap. You snuggled close to him, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Stars, I've been looking forward to this for weeks,” he murmured. “Missed you so much.”

“I missed you more,” you whispered.

“No way.”

“Way,” you replied gravely.

He tightened his arms around you and kissed the top of your head, breathing in deeply. He passed out within seconds, snoring quietly in your ear. You stayed perfectly still for a while, but eventually, you roused him enough to get him into the bedroom and help him out of the body glove and into bed. He was asleep almost before he crawled under the covers.

You slipped beneath the blanket to lie next to him, scrolling idly through your datapad. After an hour or so, you got up quietly and went to the kitchen, closing the bedroom door carefully so as not to disturb him. You cooked his favorite meal—something simple and hearty that would braise in a low oven for hours—and when even the smell of the food didn't wake him up, you went back to bed.

You hadn't been doom-scrolling on the holonet long when Jesse shifted in his sleep, a low, quiet moan rumbling from his chest. Glancing over, you saw that he'd kicked off the blanket and was now only covered up to his waist in the sheet—unsurprising; he always seemed to run a little hotter than average, which worked out well for you, since you always seemed to be a little cold. Your eyes roamed appreciatively over his broad shoulders, down his thick chest, over his powerful core, to where his hips disappeared beneath the sheets that were rather prominently tented by his erect cock.

Whatever he was dreaming, it seemed to be pleasant.

As you watched, he rolled his hips subtly, unconsciously seeking stimulation. You slid a little closer to him, draping your torso carefully over his outstretched arm, and traced your fingertips lightly over his collarbone, then down his pectoral. You loved his chest; the dense muscles never failed to make your mouth water when you saw him without a shirt. You avoided the tickle zone of his waist, instead moving up to his shoulder and beginning to stroke lightly down his arm. 

You were so engrossed in exploring his gorgeous body that you didn't immediately notice that his eyes had opened, and he watched you with a sleepy but very interested expression. The arm you were lying on curled around your waist and pulled you close to him. You looked into his eyes with a soft smile, and then pressed your lips to the heated skin of his neck.

“You're so warm,” you whispered.

“I do it on purpose so you'll cuddle up to me,” he mumbled.

“It's working,” you replied, kissing a little lower on his neck and then down his shoulder. “Were you having a good dream?”

He buried his face in your hair and kissed your head. “Mm-hmm. Dreamin’ about you. This is even better.”

You dragged your tongue lightly over his chest, then kissed your way down his abdomen, shifting positions as you went, first to straddle his thigh, and finally to kneel between his legs. He moaned and writhed beneath you, his chest heaving with the force of his ragged breath. Your hands roamed over his body, smoothing across his skin, and you felt hot arousal begin to pool between your thighs as you caressed him. 

You trailed a series of playful kisses up the length of his cock, and when you swirled your tongue around him, his hips jerked and he hissed in a breath.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he gasped.

His hands came to rest on your head as you took his cock in your mouth—not pulling your hair or controlling your movements, just touching you softly, stroking your cheeks, hair, and neck. 

“You can be rough if you want,” you whispered, dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock as you gazed up at him. 

He shook his head, his eyes glazed with lust, his jaw slack. “This is perfect. You are so kriffin’ good at that.”

You smiled and continued to worship his cock with your hands and mouth until he was gasping and whimpering, his legs flexing and twitching on either side of you.

“Is this how you want to come?” you asked softly, releasing his cock from your mouth and admiring the glossy sheen that coated his skin.

He shook his head. “I want you.”

“You’re having me,” you smiled.

“I want to fuck you,” he panted. “I want you to ride me. Please, baby.”

You never could resist him when he begged. You crawled up his body, and he slid his hand between your thighs. 

“Holy kriff,” he said, looking up at you with wide eyes as his fingers glided through your slick arousal. “Is this just from sucking my cock?”

“I like to make you feel good,” you murmured. “And I missed you. A lot.”

He slipped his finger effortlessly into your cunt. “God damn.”

He played with you gently, his thumb teasing your clit as he worked you slowly with his thick finger, and you dropped your forehead to rest on his chest as you balanced on all fours. 

“You ready?” he whispered into your hair.

You nodded, your head still against his chest. He withdrew his hand from you and guided your hips as you moved to straddle him. Wet as you were, and even with his cock still slick from your tongue, it was still an incredible stretch to take him, and you exhaled slowly, relaxing your body as he leisurely pressed into you.

“Look how fuckin’ beautiful you are,” he breathed, awed. He stroked his hands up your body to play with your breasts. “Such perfect tits.”

Once you’d taken him fully, he pulled you down to rest on his body, wrapping you in the warm, strong embrace of his arms as you rode him, deep and slow.

“I’m so happy you’re home,” you sighed contentedly.

“Gods, me too. I never want to leave.”

“I wish you could stay…” you whispered, burying your face against his neck.

“Hey,” he soothed you, cupping the back of your head in his large, warm hand. “Hey, it’s okay. Come here.”

His kiss was soft at first. Just the lightest touch of his lips against yours. When he slid his tongue into your mouth, you took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing your mind to focus on the present, on the feeling of him inside you, on the taste of his lips and the scent of his skin and the thunderous pulse of his heart—his amazing, enormous, beautiful heart—as your breasts pressed against his chest. 

You took your time, holding each other close, luxuriating in the time you had together. He thrust into you slowly, rocking his powerful thighs with incredible precision, finding the perfect angle and then driving himself into you again and again, building your pleasure gradually. 

“I’m close—” you gasped.

“I know,” he said, keeping that same slow, steady rhythm, refusing to rush your climax.

“I’m so fucking close—please!”

He slid his hand down to the base of your spine and pressed you hard against him as he thrust into you, finally speeding up just enough to push you past your limit. You came with a scream that immediately became a sob, your body convulsing violently around him as tears stung your eyes and overflowed. He fucked you hard through your orgasm and quickly followed you, spilling deep inside your cunt, the heat of his release nearly enough to make you come a second time. 

As your body relaxed against him, he massaged his hands gently up and down your back, his cock remaining deep inside you as it softened. After a few moments, you nuzzled your face against his neck.

“I made dinner,” you murmured.

“Holy fuck, I love you so much.”

Interested in more Jesse smut? I have a couple of spicy fics that you might enjoy: "Tup à Trois" (Tup x Reader x Jesse) and "She's Such a Scream" (Jesse x Reader; please heed the warnings on this one - it's sad).

[may-25]

THIS IS SO CUTE

[tlous1mp]

One Night

pairing: jesse x fem!reader

summary: you and jesse both love people that do not love you back. in an attempt of a night of distraction you two spend the night together

warning: smutty smut smut, a little angst as well with unrequited feelings

a/n: lol i had not written smut in a long time and this is a bit messy.

Did you have any idea that your night would end up like this? No. Would you do it all over again? You were unsure, but there were no regrets.

Your best friend, Jesse, and you were heartbroken at the unexpected turn of events that happened a while prior to that night. Dina and Ellie got together. Fucking brilliant. They happened a week after Jesse and Dina broke up, and you and Ellie had been flirting for a while. It was going on long enough for a lot of people to believe that you two would be the ones who would end up together. That was not the case.

The circumstances with the four of you was a little messy and exciting for gossipers around town. Jesse was betrayed from how quickly his ex and closest friend kissed shortly after the breakup. You felt used by how Ellie had acted as though there was something going on between you two until her kiss with Dina.

Both you and Jesse were troubled about the situation in different ways, and yet it resulted in the pair of you drinking at the diner. Drinking and useless at finding a better solution. Thank goodness you guys had only a few drinks before you decided to head back to your place. It was not wise to be wasted, you both also had patrols in the morning to think about.

You unlocked the door to your home, allowing Jesse inside behind you. The light got turned on and revealed how small the space was. You did not mind, it felt cozy more than claustrophobic, "That was probably the best idea we have ever had."

Jesse took a spot on your couch, "I don't know about the best, but it did feel good to go out outside of patrol."

You grabbed two cups of water and sat next to your best friend. The both of you took a large gulp and managed to sit together in silence for a moment before you spoke up, "What do you want to do?"

The boy next to you tapped his pointer finger against the glass, "You know Walter?" you nodded, "He told me about this one time he got betrayed by who he thought was the one. He said that what got him to get over it was him was sleeping with a lot of people," Jesse scoffed.

"Oh please, he probably began smoking weed and drinking excessively after he got his heart broken most likely," you said, "Having sex was what distracted him but probably did not help him."

Jesse shrugged, "Yeah I tuned him out pretty quickly after that," he rubbed his hand on his thigh, "Getting drunk is fun, but it is not worth getting a headache in the morning and a scolding from Maria."

"And sex?" you chuckled, still somewhat tipsy.

Jesse sighed as he thought, "I am not the type to have one night stands or hook up with random girls. If I were to do that it would be with someone that I trusted."

You nodded in agreement, "I'm the same way. I would not want shit to get any messier than they already are with people who are innocent."

"Exactly," he said.

You stared at each other as silence crept into the conversation. No new topic came to both of your minds. Both water glasses were empty, "You want me to take that?" you questioned as you reached for his glass.

Jesse handed it to you, he seemed to be in his thoughts when you got up. Your throat felt a little dry, something a little more water would fix. As you poured some water into your glass, you heard Jesse walk behind you, "I trust you," he said.

After you took a short sip from your glass you said, "I know." You had a feeling of what he meant by that, and you surprised yourself when you hoped that you were right. This was Jesse, the man who helped you gain confidence in everything you did. He was the man who helped you more times than you could count on your fingers and toes. You felt as though you practically owed him everything, "I trust you as well."

Your glass was empty again, it was slid to the side and in Jesse's view. He grabbed your hand, pecked it and glanced at your face. For some reason you did not look at him still. He pecked your wrist, then up and up and up your arm. He stopped at your neck and leaned towards your ear, "I want to hear you say that you want me," he whispered.

This was Jesse, the guy that you wanted to fuck, the guy you wanted to make your pain go away for one night and one night was all you needed. Whether he was going to make you cry out of pleasure or he was going to take care of you as if you were made of glass, you did not care. After tonight you were going to go back to being his best friend and you were perfectly fine with that.

You faced him at last, a fingernail dragged along the front of his shirt. His breath slowed as he felt your hand move underneath the fabric. You placed a kiss on his jaw before replying, "Jesse, I want you."

His arm snaked around your waist before he kissed your lips softly, but you chased him with hungry desire. For a second you worried that you were coming on too strong, however Jesse's free hand in your hair comforted you.

The hand that remained under his shirt travelled further, your fingertips glided against his abs and up his chest. God, the anticipation to see his body out of those clothes drove you to be high on him already. Jesse did not need to be told of your thoughts, his shirt thrown behind you. You grabbed his hand and led him down the hallway that revealed your bedroom.

Before you could even reach the room your body was pinned to the wall by him. His lips returned to yours for a passionate and slow kiss that left you wanting so much more when he dragged your bottom lip with his teeth. He lowered his head even more to nip at your neck. Your head dipped back so that he could have more skin to work with.

The first sounds of whimpers that came out of your mouth along with his hair slightly tugged had encouraged him to leave a hickey, a hickey that would be hard not to notice in the morning. Oh well, worth it. You knew that he wanted your shirt to come off next. He kissed the section of your chest that was exposed. That shirt was quickly thrown off.

You took advantage of the few seconds you and Jesse were apart and pushed him to the wall in front of you. Neither of you could keep your lips off each other for long. Whether it was your lips, neck, or down his body, you kissed him. You needed to kiss him just as much as he needed to kiss you.

You quickly got annoyed with his pants when your hands wanted to go down there, but could not really do anything with his belt in the way. You worked as a team to get every last piece of clothing off each other as they were going to come off at some point anyway.

He stared at you as you got down on your knees in front of him. His gaze felt comfortable and sinful at the same time. The hum he let out once you licked his tip could've made you die happy. You opened your mouth and got more of his length into your mouth, "Fuck," he whispered. That nearly made you smile, if his dick was not in your mouth.

You noticed that he seemed to hold himself back as you continued on his cock. He kept his moans to himself and did not know what to do with his hands. You needed to change that if there was a chance of him truly enjoying himself. What your mouth no longer touched was replaced by your hands as you said, "Please do not hold back," Jesse tilted his head, "Don't worry, I can take it. All of it."

That triggered something in him, something rougher. His hand grabbed the back of your head and your mouth was filled once again. You got back to your rhythm like you had before, "Fucking hell," he gasped, "Go on like that, just like that."

Soon his pleasure took over his senses and his grip onto the back of your head tightened. You were locked in your position on your floor, not even your head moved on it's own as Jesse began thrusting his hips. You felt the urge to gag on his dick as it reached to the back of your throat multiple times. Tears had clouded your vision and you could only hear Jesse's grunts and moans until he felt he was close.

From one moment to being used as a cocksucker to just sitting on your knees in the middle of the hallway, you needed a quick breather. You stood up and saw Jesse's face, "That was so fucking hot," you said.

Jesse grinned and kissed your forehead, "So were you, but I think that you'll look even hotter when my cock is inside your pussy," he said before you were picked up and thrown onto the bed. You shrieked from how unexpected it was.

He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you towards the edge of your bed, "I want to devour you before we do that though," one of his hands caressed your thigh as he gazed into your eyes, "You deserve a reward for being such a good girl, although you sucked my dick like a slut." He licked a stripe on my cunt, and it resulted in a whine out of me, "Is that what you are? A good slut?"

He licked me again, "Yes, yes I am a good slut," I said without hesitation. He did not waste another second to explore my cunt with his tongue. It did not take long for him to find out how to get you lost in the same pleasure you had given him. He sucked onto you and had you be the one to guide his face, "Oh fuck me. I need you right there, don't move," you begged.

One hand left your thigh, and reached up to squeeze one of your boobs. You squeezed your other one, your back began to arch as his other hand opened your folds. His fingers entered you, adding to the ecstasy that you were already experiencing.

It was your turn to force him closer to you as you wanted. Every time you tugged his face closer to your pussy he would hum into you and got you louder. "Oh my fucking god," Jesse glanced at you between his eyelashes, "Shit, shit, shit. Moth-"

The pleasure grew even more and you refused to make a loud sound, worried that you would wake up the entire town of Jackson. Your bedsheets were scrunched, your eyes tightened, back even more arched and your moans and gasps, quiet ones, echoed in your bedroom. Your breaths quickened, "Jesse, please, I'm gonn-"

He stopped.

You sat up and resisted the urge to punch his arm out of sexual frustration, "Not yet," he explained, "It would not be fair if you got to cum and I did not." You nodded in agreement. He climbed on top of you and he kissed your neck. Jesse wanted to be sweet with you before the big finale. You appreciated that he could still be caring for you even though you were pissed at him.

Jesse's body was pushed onto the bed, your legs on either side of his waist. His startled face made you giggle, "I don't want you to do all of the work. Let me help you," you said as you caressed his chest again.

He sat up and you were practically on his lap. He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear as he stared longingly into your eyes, "Do what you need to do," he said before his lips landed onto yours.

Your hands travelled down to his cock, rubbed it in the way that you did earlier in the night. Jesse's gasp disappeared into your mouth. You did not want to tease him for long, you were already ready from him eating you out. You two continued to make out, none of them have been so hungry as when you had started. You both wanted to take your time and appreciate the moments you shared that night.

You guided his cock into you, which caused a groan coming from you two. Your kiss broke and you pushed his upper body back to the bed. You moved your hips, the pleasure you gained from those simple movements got you moaning already. Jesse gripped your waist, "Oh my god," you said and bit your lip.

Jesse's hips moved into you as yours started to bounce on him. His groans and moans made you feel confident that you both were enjoying yourselves. You knew your tits started to move with Jesse's thrusts. You felt his stare at them, you also felt him licking, biting, doing anything he could do them. The combination of his dick and the assault on your tits made your head spin. You forgot who said what.

"You are fucking me so fucking well."

"You feel so big inside of me. Don't be afraid of breaking me."

"I love the way you moan my name out, makes me want to fuck you harder."

"Oh shit, don't you fucking stop."

"Not until you cum on my cock."

"Fuck me harder."

"You feel so fucking good with my cock inside you, slut," Jesse would say as you bounced faster, "Oh fuck."

You smiled at how messy he got with his thrusts, you were about to say something about it but you were cut off before you could. Jesse rubbed your clit, your head fell to Jesse and your foreheads touched. Your nails scratched down his back, but you heard no complaints from him and you were not stopped.

Moans, groans, words that should never be repeated in church were said in that room. His fingers got you closer than you were ever that night, "Jesse keep going, I need you to keep going," you begged.

"Are you going to cum?" he questioned. You nodded, your high had approached you almost instantly after you spoke and the only sounds you could make were more moans that bounced off the walls. You nodded as your response. His hips moved into you faster.

Your voice got higher, more pitched. Then you snapped.

Jesse pulled out of you and you reacted quickly to have your hand on his dick until it was his turn to cum at last. Most of it ended on you, but there was some on his dick, or maybe that was your cum. You didn't know. You felt a tap on your shoulder and motioned to his face. He was out of breath a little.

I climbed on top of him and he made sure that he would be comfortable as well. My pussy was in his view and my face glanced down at his dick. We licked each other up and released any last noises we had left.

After we were both done we rested our bodies next to each on the bed. Jesse wrapped his arm around me as I ran my fingertips through his hair, "I think that was the best thing we've ever done," you said as you stared at the ceiling.

Jesse chuckled, "It was fun. Did you enjoy it?"

"I am not exaggerating, you were the best out of all the other guys I have slept with," you said.

"What about the girls you've slept with?"

"Let's not go down that road," you said with a smile, "I would not mind if we did this again," you confessed.

Jesse chuckled, "Me neither."

You and Jesse drifted to sleep, completely exhausted and nothing left to say. No noise was heard from your front porch as Ellie walked away from your house.

[marierg]

You - Miss - are a very bad influence to me! And I dearly love you for that!

ME?.... A bad influence?......Maaaaayyyybbeeeeee

@rain-on-kamino you gotta admit we have more fun! The following is a small preview of a joint project in the works....

Suggestive and Explicit stuffs below the cut!

Jesse turned to Lina as she finished her drink, "What's your friend doing over at the bar with Fives?"

"Oh no!" Lina looked and saw as the ARC hopped up on the bar and began to dance with Sue. Dancing actually may have been too tame a word, it was closer to making out to the rhythm of the music. Laughing she watch the inevitable outcome unfold. "You know Jesse... Sue and me.. we caused a hell of a heck when we were younger. That’s one of her usual performances."

"Is it now?" Jesse arched a brow at the exuberant display, "And she's found Fives... big surprise."

Chuckling Lina turned her attention back to Jesse, eyes hooded and voice turning sultry. With an enticing smile she tapped her finger under that strong chin, "Who could blame her with the handsome company she has?"

"Oh you think he's handsome?" Jesse teased back, eyes narrowed.

"Hmm he's not my type, I'd rather the more... serious type... if you catch my drift." She whistled on her fingers. "GO FOR IT SUE!!!!"

"You Know it Lina! Get you some too gurl!" Smiling and feeling fine she look at the flirt in front of her. "So handsome you ever had a shiver shot?"

Fives helped Sue down from the bar much to the disappointment of those who had been enjoying the show. He looks at the live wire in front of him, biting out a grin, "I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle sweetheart."

"Oh... you think I'm sweet?"

Fives tilts the beauty's chin up and gives a breath stealing kiss. Licking his lips on parting he smirked, "Very."

Taking a shot of tequila and wedging it behind his belt buckle, Sue licked a line on his neck sprinkling some salt. Last she gave the stunned trooper a tease of a kiss before placing a lime between those plush lips. "Don't move handsome, cause the trick to this is you get the shiver and I get the shot."

Licking the line of salt from his neck Sue felt the poor troopers breathe stutter. She grinned wickedly before dropping slowly down Fives's body.

"Karking HELLS!" Fives muttered, bracing his elbows against the bar.

Sue hummed, but kept those brown eyes locked as she licked at belt buckle, then lapping at the shot. Finally taking the glass between her teeth and downing the drink, she handed the glass back to the bartender. Making an equally slow ascent back she bit into the lime, enjoying the sour flavor on her tongue before the fruit's ripped away and replaced by something far more enticing.

"Awfully messy drinker... think you ought to help me clean up." Fives quickly threw the maddening girl over his shoulder, heading straight to the back of the club.

"Oh I thought you'd never ask!" Sue giggled and swatted at his bottom.

Meanwhile Lina and Jesse were deep in conversation, her fingers teasing lightly at his jaw even as his hand ascended up that pretty little skirt....

"So tell me mesh'la... what brings you in tonight?" Jesse's finger travels up further till they graze the hem of the lace underwear, but her hand stilled his movements. Holding him right in place leaning in and nibbling that jawline.

"Hmmm... I was hoping for a little fun. Do you happen to know someone who could help me through the night?"

Jesse's free hand caught Lina's chin between his thumb and forefinger. Thumb brushing that plush bottom lip to gently pull it down, before he rewarded her with a kiss. His lips taste like fizz and him, far stronger than any liquor she had experienced.

"I don't know Mesh'la." Jesse smirked as he felt her hand finally press his against her aching core. Jesse drew hard patterns against the lace, drawing shattered cries from the beauty next to him. Chuckling in his throat he teased a finger just under the elastic that separated him from his goal. Looking her right in the eye he licked his lips, "Do you think you can take the heat?"

[ariadnes-red-thread]

Fields of Gold

Summary: Jesse is home on leave and he has a special surprise planned for you.

Pairing: Jesse x GN!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, MINORS DNI!; Smut, Oral (male receiving), Penetrative sex, Nauseating levels of fluff because it’s Jesse and I love him

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: @cobaltbeam​ created this ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE artwork of Jesse taking a well-deserved nap in a field of flowers and butterflies and it sent me into a spiral because Jesse deserves the whole world. Comments, reblogs, and feedback are always welcome! And go show the original art ALL the love too!

Ao3

It’s late afternoon, almost early evening, and the light glows golden as it falls on Jesse’s face. He’s lying with one arm resting on his chest and the other bent above him, his hand cradling the back of his head. The yellow and white flowers surround him in a bright sea of delicate colors, moving in waves as the buds sway in the light air. His eyes are closed, and the soft breaths that leave his slightly parted lips tell you he’s walking in that fragile land that lies somewhere between wake and sleep. 

You could lie here for hours staring at him. You watch as a gentle breeze flutters his dark eyelashes. You trace the lines of the cog tattoo with your eyes, wanting to reach out and touch him but also wanting him to have the rest that he so deserves. You’ve never seen him look this serene. A small smile sits at the edges of his lips and you wonder what he’s dreaming of.

It was Jesse’s idea to go for a picnic. You were just happy to have him planet-side for a while and would’ve been content no matter what, even if the two of you had just holed up together in your apartment for the whole weekend while he caught up on sleep. Instead, he surprised you, as he always did in one way or another. Even after dating for so long, Jesse never failed to keep you on your toes, whether with his sense of adventure or sense of humor. 

Today, it was the former. It started with a knock at your door. Even though you knew who would be there when you opened it, your heart still skipped a beat when the durasteel slid open to reveal your boyfriend. Jesse stood, leaning on the frame, dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans, with an easy grin on his face and his hands pushed into his pockets.

“Come on, mesh’la.” 

He reached out and tugged you from your apartment. He twirled and spun you as you made your way down to the first floor of your building, asking after your day and admiring your outfit. His speeder bike was parked just outside your building and in moments, he whisked you off across the city.

It was a beautiful day on Coruscant. The weather control system meant the temperature was always pleasant, but a breeze today kept the usual smog from amassing over the tops of the buildings. Jesse flew through the skylanes until you reached the highest levels of the city. You held your hands wrapped tight around his waist. Speeder bikes always made you a little nervous, and while you trusted Jesse with your life, he wasn’t a slow flyer. 

Finally, he pulled to a stop in front of an ornate durasteel building on the very top level of Coruscant. He helped you from the bike with a hand, and a small, flourishing bow quickly followed with a goofy smile. You finally noticed the basket when he reached to take it from the back of the bike. It was a wicker basket, just like the one from the holofilms, the ones full of couples who wooed and were married and could do all the things that you and Jessie never could with this war going on. You gave him a questioning look, but he returned your raised eyebrow with a wink and teasing words. 

“You’ll see, cyare.”

Then, he nudged you down the alley behind the building with little other direction. There, you found a fire escape that led up to the roof. Jesse took the basket in his teeth and began to climb, leading the way up the ladder. You gulped as you watched him ascend, but, one limb at a time, you pulled yourself up and followed him. You would always follow Jesse.

When you got to the top, Jesse was there to help you clamber over the railing and onto the roof. A large glass building took up most of the space. The windows were tinted, and you couldn’t see inside. But even through the dark cast, the building seemed to glow, and you could sense, beneath the stillness of the glass, a vibration, like whatever was inside was anxiously waiting to burst forth into the world. Jesse frowned, scrunching his nose as he glanced around, looking for something. He spotted it, tugging you along again to a window on the east side of the building. After feeling along the frame, he pushed in two spots and slid the window upward, revealing an opening big enough for him to crawl through. He pulled himself up on his forearms and scrambled through the window before he turned back to you. You couldn’t see behind him. Whatever was inside created a radiance that shone golden around Jesse as he held his hand out to you. You could hear what almost sounded like the call of birds.

“What is this place?” You asked, trying to peer around him and past the bright light.

“Some senator had a biodome built from their home world.” Jesse glanced around again, making sure no one was watching from other rooftops while you hesitated. “Trees, flowers, animals, and all that.”

A senator? Your jaw dropped a little just and you could feel your heart thud at the risk of it all.

“Jesse, are we going to get in trouble?” You found yourself doing your own frantic glance around.

“Nah, she’s off-world.” Jesse shrugged. “Besides, Fives told me he comes here all the time.”

“That’s not reassuring.” You wrinkled your nose as you turned back to him.

“Come on, you think I didn’t do my own recon? It’s safe.” Jesse held out a hand. “Trust me?”

You sighed and weaved your fingers through his.

“Always.”

He pulled you through the window, settling you gently onto the ground. You looked down to steady yourself and found your feet had disappeared into long grass. You snapped your head up to look at Jesse. He grinned at your shock. Then, the both of you turned to take in the terrain. A gasp left your lips.

“Wow.”

You’d never seen colors like this. Lush, emerald trees hugged the edges of the building and towered over the two of you. The leafy giants brushed the glass ceiling and obscured the city outside, letting only the sunlight in. The long grass beneath your feet rolled up to a small hill, where it was overtaken by ankle-high yellow and white flowers. Cerulean butterflies swooped from one delicate petal to the next. From deep within the trees, you could hear birds singing and rustling the branches as they made their way along invisible flight paths, well hidden by the dense canopy. You felt your eyes go wide as you took it all in. Next to you, Jesse didn’t seem as surprised by the scenery. Instead, his face was brimming with joy. He had been to planets all over the galaxy; some you’d heard of, many more you hadn’t, and a few that weren’t even on any holomap. He had seen more landscapes than you could even imagine. The difference was that this was just for him. Just for him and you. 

Excitement barreled down on the two of you as the freedom and beauty of this small heaven overwhelmed you. Jesse whooped as he took your hand again and pulled you, running through the field until you were tripping over each other. You both tumbled to the ground, rolling through the soft, tangled meadow. Letting out a loud laugh that echoed off the glass and sent the unseen birds flapping from their perches, Jesse pulled you into his lap and captured your lips with his.

He nipped at your bottom lip, begging entrance to your mouth, which you gave without hesitation. The kiss became furious and it was as though he had been holding himself back since the moment you opened your door for fear you never would have made it from your apartment. You were panting by the time he finally pulled away from you. A glint remained in his eyes and he bit his lip as if he was having second thoughts about breaking the kiss, especially at the sight of you breathing just a little heavier. Finally, he sighed and a sideways smile crossed his face. 

“Come on,” He reached for the basket, spared in the tumble to the ground. “Let’s eat, cyare.”

Now, after being sated with the simple meal of bread and cheese and the little bit of wine that he had brought, you both laze among the wildflowers. The small blue butterflies dance around the two of you, flying along the nectar sweet breeze that permeates the air. You watch as one butterfly flits closer and closer to him, lazily flying from one yellow flower to the next until it, drunk on its own sweet meal, finds a rest on Jesse’s nose.

He slowly blinks, sleep falling from his eyes.

“Hey, little guy.” He says, making cross-eyes at his new friend.

Your heart swells. He feels you looking at him and turns to you with a crooked grin. The butterfly lingers for just a moment but then Jesse stretches both of his arms above his head and the butterfly spins back up into the air, onwards in its search for the sweetest flower in the field.

After he stretches, Jesse reaches for you. He pulls you up into him so you’re laying on his chest. You start to giggle until you look up to meet his eyes and then it dies softly on your lips. The look in his eyes is hungry. He tucks his chin to his chest, staring at you as he brings a hand to your jawline. His lips surge forward and meet yours. The kiss is just as hungry as before and he doesn’t pull away this time. Instead, he deeps it, slowly sucking on your tongue and making you moan into his mouth. You press yourself to him. You feel him begin to harden beneath you.

“You said no one is here, right?” You ask as you glance around one last time to be sure.

He nods, gaping just a little bit at the suggestion. Even in the heat of the moment, the idea of Jesse being at a loss for words brings a small smirk to your face. Sliding down so you’re sitting on his knees, you reach for his fastener and undo his pants. You grip the waist of both his pants and his underwear and pull them down under his hips to reveal Jesse’s hard member. You glance up at Jesse to find his slack-jawed look replaced with a dewy-eyed smile. He’s in awe of you and you want to spoil him for it. He brings his hand to your cheek and you tilt your head into his palm, pressing your lips against his rough pad. Then you turn your attention back to his already weeping cock.

You take him, thick and wanting, in your hands as you lower yourself down to meet him. He lets out a little whine as you give his heavy cock an experimental squeeze. Slowly, you lick a long stripe up the underside, tracing your way along the soft skin until you reach the spongy top. You take him into your mouth, teasing the sensitive tip with your tongue. You look up at him. His eyes are closed again but this time, you know what he’s thinking of. You watch his brows furrow in an effort to control himself as you take him further in, letting him hit the back of your throat. You hollow out your cheeks and suck, pulling a groan of pleasure from him. He begins to pant as your tongue swirls around him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, mesh’la.” The words that fall from his lips are heated.

You relax as best you can before you swallow, taking him whole in your mouth. He lets out a cry, and his hands shoot to your shoulders as his hips thrust upward. You feel a tap on your cheek and look up, releasing him. You find Jesse looking down at you, already wrecked, but you know what he wants. Quickly, he pulls you up to meet him. You slip your own garments off your legs, tossing them to the side.

You straddle his hips as you rise. You kiss him again. The way he meets your lips is sweet and gentle, a stark contrast to the way he moves beneath you, searching for friction. After a moment, you pull away, pushing yourself up off his chest. You lift your hips so that you’re hovering over him. He slots his cock at your entrance. Jesse’s eyes lock onto yours as you slide home. You still for a moment, completely connected with him in every way.

“When all this is over, we’re going to find a place like this.” Jesse’s voice is low, and his hands find your waist, gripping you with a strength that reminds you of the soldier that he was bred to be. “A place where I can have you like this all the time.”

After giving you the moment to adjust, he slowly starts to roll his hips up into you, letting you feel every inch of him while he moves at a languid pace. He doesn’t stop moving as he keeps speaking.

“We’ll go on picnics, and I’ll pick you flowers, and maybe we’ll get a tooka.”

You giggle, joining his movements with your own experimental roll of the hips. His eyes darken.

“You want a tooka?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

Jesse just groans.

“No more tooka talk right now.” 

He thrusts up into your warmth with a new force. You moan at the sudden friction. Jesse bites his lip. He does it again and then again until you’re riding up and down on his length until he’s stretching you out and filling you up. You pushed his shirt up to run your hand along his core. He reaches for your most sensitive place, sending new pleasure coursing through you as he plays with you in the way he knows will turn you into a writhing mess. It isn’t long until you’re coming apart for him. You call out his name as your legs stiffen and you release. Pleasure courses through your body and you collapse onto him. A few more thrusts and Jesse quickly follows. Bliss and exhaustion overtake you, and you crumble fully into his arms. He holds you tight as he runs his fingers through your hair. You close your eyes, and as you whisper praises of love to the man holding you, you drift into your own half-dream, no sweeter than the one you’re living now.

It’s late when Jesse rouses you. The only light coming through the glass now is that of the neon city lights. He helps you dress, and the two of you gather up the last remnant of the picnic. With one last glance back at this little bit of paradise, you and Jesse slip out of the window and into a more familiar world. You carry the empty basket this time. Jesse has a bouquet of wildflowers that he insisted on picking for you. The stars are out over Coruscant now. Before you can reach for the fire escape, Jesse pulls you in for one last rooftop kiss, and you swear he’s still glowing with that golden hour light. You hope it never fades.

tags: @sleepingsun501​, @cobaltbeam​

[obixwan]

and i’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands

pairings: reader x jesse

word count: 840 ish

blurb: jesse comes home after a long day at work

warnings: not for minors, hand kink, fingering, sucking on fingers, post o66, unedited lol

notes: hi sorry im really not happy with this but oh well. it is what it is. inspired by my mechanic boyfriend <3.

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Jesse’s hands are ruined after work down at the shop. His skin is stained black from the diesel and the oil he works with, cuts all over his knuckles. But you don’t mind. Jesse’s hands are your favourite part of his body. Hands that make things, fix things, keep you safe. Hands that hold your own. Hands that are currently leaving goosebumps in their wake as they trail up and down your body, discovering what’s on display for him.

“Missed you today, baby,” He’s mumbling into the skin of your neck as his hands make their way under your bra, gently thumbing your nipple with a feather light touch. “Don’t like being away from you on long days.”

Lately, every day seems to be long with Jesse taking up extra hours at the mechanics shop. You try to keep your mind busy, tending to chores around home, working on your art but there are days where you just miss him, miss his touch. But he’s been bringing in good money, and soon you’ll have enough saved up to put a deposit on a proper home, an apartment big enough for the two of you and one day, maybe even a little one.

“Missed you too.” You say, sighing as his hands travel further and further downwards towards the ache in your core. “Please.” You whimper. “Been wanting you all day.”

His fingers skirt over your core, ignoring the place you need them the most. He snickers at your little whimper as he begins to draw patterns on the insides of your thighs. You can feel yourself start to soak through your underwear.

“Jesse,” You pout, arching against him. “please.”

“Please what, my pretty girl?” Jesse asks, smirking his cocky grin down at you as you whine in his arms. “Use your words.”

“Please, need you to touch me.” You whine. You don’t even have it in you to control your neediness.

Jesse laughs down at you, “So needy for me.” His fingers slowly trail up, running so gently over your panties you almost can’t feel it. “Let’s get rid of these first.” He throws your underwear over his shoulder. They don’t make a sound as they land in some far corner of your room. Your bra is quick to join the pile.

He swipes a finger, collecting the slickness that had gathered there with his fingers. You watch, your mouth popped slightly open in awe as he brings his fingers to his mouth. He groans as he tastes your wetness, honey brown eyes looking into your own.

“Wanna taste yourself, sweet girl?” He asks, fingers dipping back into you.

You nod, mouth open and waiting.

He chuckles deeply again, “Of course you do. Anything to please me, right?” Jesse’s fingers come away, a string of your wetness dripping off his fingers. The clear liquid coats his skin, and he laughs. “Got yourself all worked up for me, love.”

He holds his fingers out for you to taste, and you hum as you wrap your lips around his digits, savouring the sweet tastes of your own juices, mixed with the tang of Jesse’s skin.

“Good girl.” He says, taking his fingers from your lips and putting them between your legs again.

He presses up against the hood of your clit, slowly easing the hood back and gently thumbing the sensitive nerve. You arch into his touch, lifting your hips, desperate for his touch, unable to help yourself. Your legs have a mind of their own as they open up wider for him. You gasp as his other hand delves between your folds, fingers entering you right where you need them. They curve against you, immediately hitting that sweet spot, making you moan for him.

“That’s right, wanna hear lots of those pretty little sounds, my girl.” Jesse kisses your forehead.

As Jesse’s fingers pick up their pace, you begin to feel the coil tighten in your tummy and you whine again, chasing the release you have been waiting for all day. You stutter his name and your hands fly to grip the sheets beneath you. “Jess- Jesse, I’m gonna-” Your tongue trips over itself as he continues his assault, and you swear you could pass out at the pleasure. “Please, oh, please,”

Jesse watches you from his position above, mouth open in awe as he watches you squirm and moan beneath him. “Gonna cum for me, sweet girl? Gonna be a good little slut for me?”

You nod eagerly, “Yes, Jesse, yes!” You whimpered around the sounds of Jesse’s fingers plunging into your cunt.

“Cum for me.” He says, a command, fingers pressed up against all your sweet spots.

The tingling starts in your toes and fingertips, mapping its way through your body until it explodes at your core. Your eyes are squeezed shut against the sensation, as Jesse’s fingers work you through your orgasm, hitting your g spot over and over again. Your legs start shaking and you cry out his name as you soak Jesse’s hand and the sheets beneath you.

“Good girl.”

tags:

@morganlefaye13 @morganas-pendragons

[thot4ellie]

the last of us twitter links pt. 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

hi thank you everyone for over 800 likes on my last link post!

FIRST PART HERE

this is gonna have more characters so enjoy! please like, reblog, and comment AND PLEASE SEND REQUESTS <3 either more links or ideas to write about, i have 3 chapters of my boxer!ellie fic up now and more coming soon! (sorry for the shameless self promo)

that being said… please enjoy! links under keep reading!

18+ PLEASE NO MINORS

ways to help palestine

joel miller

❧ joel taking you from behind

❧ deepthroating joel

❧ riding joel’s face

❧ joel & both your holes

❧ joel making a mess of you

abby anderson

❧ abby playing with you

❧ abby making you ride her strap

❧ making you feel good

❧ playing with her boobs

❧ tribbing x face sitting w abs

ellie williams

❧ taking her strap in missionary

❧ ellie playing with you under your skirt

❧ ellie tying you up to fuck you

❧ her fingerfucking you

❧ ellie using the wand on you

dina

❧ dina fingering you

❧ scissoring with dina

❧ 69

❧ riding dina’s face

❧ you and dina in the car

jesse

❧ fucking you standing up

❧ reverse cowgirl

❧ jesse behind you

❧ taking care of jesse

❧ dirty talk with him

also should i continue with multiple people in one post or do you guys want a post dedicated to one single character??? pls lmk! and requests are open

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

ellie with a mean gf!

(prjoecting like a mf rn...)

a/n - i have been very unmotivated to write full-fleshed stuff so i'm deciding to write drabbles/headcannons for now. also THANK YOU FOR ALL THE ATTENTION ON CH.1 OF GOOD LUCK, BABE! it makes my heart smile that you guys love it so much... also😭😭...: @sweetcici11 srry that i lied and said ur fic would be out a few nights ago. i'm really trying to finish it but i don't want to rush it and it be shitty. i really want it to be enjoyable and as good as it can be. but i PROMISE you it WILL be posted... sooner or later! i also have a few more drafts to finish too, so, i hope you guys like them when they come out!!!!!

content warnings - fluff, i'm a bitch and i want to feel loved and think that someone can put up with my cuntiness😝😝 , over-usage of commas probably, i think they're low-key kind of toxic?!?!?!?! , guys i promise i'm not this bad i've just been pretty insufferable these last few days and need an outlet 😭😭 .

i wrote way more than i thought i was going to...

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- you both hated each other at first. ...well actually, you hated her, and she was like, "😞😞" and then got used to it after a while and started being mean back 2 u!!

- dina introduced ellie to you when you both were hanging out with her. "you guys are going to love each other🥰!" ... you didn't 🤗 !

- ellie said hi to you and all you did was look her up and down, stare at her for a few seconds and then turn your head.

- everytime ellie would (attempt to) strike up a conversation you would give an overtly enthusiastic response or just stare at her like she had two heads or just blatantly ignore her. dina is over there like, '😟😟 . can we not have one good day...' when dina would leave for short periods of time and ellie was sure that you didn't like her, she would just talk about anything to get your blood boiling, our girl lllloooovvveessss to push buttons, we know this to be true.

- it got worse yet more tolerable after that. whenever she'd see you at gatherings or parties, you'd do your damnest to stay away from/avoid her. and she'd do her damnest to get you as upset with her as possible. it always ended with not-so-playful not-so-friendly banter!

- you were talking with jesse about something on the couch, and ellie came over and DELIBERATELY, DELIBERATELY... interrupted you 🤗 ! :

you shoot daggers at her face with your eyes, your jaw set hard and your eyes narrowed.

ellie tried to feign innocence, raising a brow at you after she looked over to see your facial expressions long after she felt them.. "what are you looking at me like that for🤨🤨?" , "i was fucking talking, you're being rude." , "if i have to get used to you being a bitch, you got to do the same." , you just huffed at her response and crossed your arms before walking off a few minutes after, realizing that the conversation you were having with jesse earlier was indeed over. ellie smirked to herself, victory was her's!

- she started calling you the nickname brat out of the blue... it blindsided tf out of you. here's the origin story!:

you look at ellie with a disgusted look on your face as she exhales smoke. her glazed over eyes meet yours before she offers the joint to you, out of genuine kindness. "want a hit?" she asked, forgetting how much of a bitch you were for, like, 0.2 seconds. you glare at her for a moment longer before plastering a sarcastic smile on your face, snatching the joint from her fingertips and dropping it onto the floor. you kept her eyes on yours as you stomped and smushed it into the ground.

now she remembered.

she stood up instantaneously, she was pissed. "what the fuck?!" she shouted, earning a few looks from some friends across the room. they strained their necks for a little bit before they saw you, it made sense now, and then turned back to the conversation.

you close your eyes for a slight second as a satisfied smile graced the corners of your lips. "you know i don't smoke, ellie." you responded with in a condescendingly sweet voice.

she didn't even argue with you. "you're such a fuckin' brat." she muttered under her breath before walking away. you had to try your very best to ignore the heartbeat in your pussy. (🤗!)

- she didn't get to see how much effect that title had on you that night, but she noticed afterwards.

- one time you didn't say anything to ellie during a hangout, distracted by someone you disliked more than her. ellie kind of missed it☹️☹️ .

you were brought out of your thoughts when you felt her cold hand touch your shoulder. when you noticed it was her who was doing it, you pulled back with a furrow of her brows. ellie smiled. there she was.

"you haven't said one mean thing to me since i've gotten here. are you dying?"

you scoffed as you pointed in the direction your anger was radiating from. it was a girl ellie saw here and there in jackson, sometimes she was paired with her during patrols, she wasn't crazy about her but she paid no mind to her existence.

"what?- what does this have to do with me-"

"what it has to do with you, is that you should feel honored that i can tolerate you... can't fuckin' stand that bitch."

ellie scoffed before speaking up once more, "oh, c'mon you're being dramatic. don't be a brat."

your eyes went wide for a second and as you turned away, she could see the cheek that was facing her turn an embarrassing shade of red. she found your weakness.

- when you guys started dating, no one, and i mean NO ONE, believed it. (i don't feel like writing how u two got together maybe if y'all like this enough i'll make a full-fleshed oneshot abt it😭.)

- joel saw you guys together... like, not arguing, and HER head on YOUR shoulder... he thought he got laced with acid for a quick second there... jesse felt like he missed a couple chapters and felt very sad that he hadn't caught onto it quicker... and dina was so proud of herself, "told you, you guys would love each other 😁." she's so smug, I LOVE HER!

- she constantly has to reprimand you like you're a child when you guys are around someone you obviously don't like for whatever reason. once whoever left the room, ellie'll pinch your shoulder or your thigh, whatever skin is on display at the moment, not too hard, just to get you to wince a bit. you'll make a face at her afterwards. "ow, what the fuck was that for ellie?" , "we can talk shit when we get home, don't make a scene🙄." you stress her out sometimes...

- just bcs you guys are together DOES NOT mean your attitude has gone away.

whenever ellie and you have gotten in an argument, you're always being extra sarcastic and EXTRA BITCHY just to get on her nerves.

"baby, have you seen my gun?" she asks you, breaking the silence voluntarily as she's two minutes from being late to patrol.

you don't look up to her, you keep on looking at the pages of an old magazine. "idk ellie, did you check to see if it was shoved up your ass."

she just stands there for a second like this 🧍‍♀️ , before sighing and walking somewhere else to find it. "i'll fuckin' deal with you later." she mutters under her breath, obviously annoyed. you smirk to yourself as you flip another page.

- she does love, however, that you've gotten gentler with her since the relationship blossomed between you two. very few people (dina and ellie... sometimes jesse.) can get you to stop, and ellie is proud of herself that she could add beast-tamer to the top of her list of many skills and talents.

- sometimes she has to calm you down, sometimes all it takes is a stare in your direction. ... well, it's oftentimes a glare... you're your own woman/person and a relationship will not restrict you from showing off your talents!!!!!

- ellie has to constantly keep you from getting into arguments that could harm you physically. although your craft of bitchery is amazing, you can't fight to save your life.

she'll be pulling you back like an angry barking dog on a leash.

"i could've fucking took h-" , "you overestimate yourself a lot, baby."

[mxqlss]

hes so pretty i wanna curl up into a ball and cry cause of how cute and majestic this man is.

[leakedsturns]

not even 30secs in..

ME NEXT !!🙋🏽‍♀️

imagine him ripping ur clothes off like oml..

[halsteadlover]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

*Gifs and pic not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hi i saw your post 'exam buddies' and it gave me and idea of Jay gets grazed by a bullet or something and while he's getting checked out he is flirting with the doctor who he has had a crush on for a while and she does to so she denies him and says how unprofessional it would be but while she is talking he walks closer to her and starts undressing her while teasing her and saying "yes so unprofessional" of not that's fine love your work.

• Warnings: curse words, making out (hehe), mention of wounds, and I don’t know what else let me know if I missed any lol.

• Word count: 3604.

• A/N: when he gets stabbed just to see you 😍😍😍. Need me a man like Jay frfr. I hope you’ll like this one I really had fun writing it. Comment, reblog and leave a like if you want, it’d mean the world. Thank you so much for your support sending lots of love to all of you xx

“Halstead, third time in a month, that’s a record even for you.”

An amused expression appeared on your face as you entered the room of the patient you were supposed to see, who turned out to be no one other than Jay Halstead. He was lying on the bed, his back resting on the raised headboard and a bored expression on his face which however disappeared as soon as he saw you enter.

“Oh yeah I couldn't wait to see you, Dr. Sunshine,” he replied, letting his eyes wander unscrupulously along your uniform-covered figure, before returning them to your face and giving you a full on smile.

This was a nickname Jay had given you since the first moment you met and since then he had never stopped calling you that. In fact, since that day he had noticed how you always had a smile on your lips, constantly, how nothing seemed to disturb you. You always had a happy and serene expression on your face and this was one of the things that most attracted him from the beginning.

The two of you had met some time ago when Jay had arrived at Med's to question a suspect who he had injured during a chase and who you had taken into care.

He remembered how impressed he was with you when he first saw you, he couldn't deny you were a beautiful woman. But it was the marked humor with which you addressed him and your sharp but nice jokes that truly mesmerized him. While you two talked in front of that helpless patient who did nothing but bring his eyes between you and the detective, Jay found himself being attracted more and more to you, feeling the ever-increasing desire to get to know you better.

After that exchange in front of the patient, you left Jay talking to the suspect and walked out of the room, winking at him before closing the door behind you and leaving Jay standing there looking like an idiot.

Needless to say, as soon as he finished questioning the suspect, he immediately turned to his brother with the aim of asking for information about you. He didn't know why but he wanted to know everything he could about you. He had looked for you so he could have the opportunity to talk to you again but you were already with another patient.

From that day you had never left Jay's mind or his thoughts.

He found himself going to Med's every time for all sorts of reasons, most of which involved having to say something to his brother who couldn't help but make fun of the detective. You obviously weren't stupid and there was no shortage of your comments regarding the fact there was a very different reason behind those visits to which Jay responded with some mischievous joke that made you blush from head to toe.

However, there was no shortage of visits either due to some injuries Jay got due to his job but that didn't stop him from shamelessly flirting with you even if he was on a hospital bed.

He loved this relationship that had been created between you, the flirting, teasing each other, and every opportunity was perfect to see you but he wanted more. He struggled to admit it to himself but he had a huge crush on you and the fact he couldn't read you and know what you were thinking was driving him crazy. He was getting tired of looking at you from afar, of hiding behind the flirty jokes, he wanted you.

You giggled and looked at him for a moment as you quickly examined his body for injuries. Or at least that's what you convinced yourself of. You were pretty good at hiding your feelings because to say that damn detective gave you goosebumps and set every cell in your body on fire was an understatement.

You sanitized your hands and put on a pair of clean gloves before approaching him, his eyes never leaving yours and just the way he looked at you made you shiver from head to toe and your knees tremble.

Focus Y/n, he’s a patient now.

“What did you do this time?” You asked and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“You're no fun dammit, always straight to the point.”

“You know me Halstead,” you replied. “So?”.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a little cut while chasing a suspect, no big deal.”

Your gaze fell on his abdomen, at the level of his left side where you noticed a copious stain of blood. “Well let me be the judge since I’m the doctor. Lift your shirt up.”

His lips lifted into a mischievous grin and you rolled your eyes knowing where his mind had immediately gone. “If you want to undress me just say so Dr. Sunshine, there's no need for these excuses.”

He took off his shirt and you tried with every fiber of your being to try to maintain a composed and professional expression, trying not to look his abs and not to focus on the heat that was spreading through your body.

You swallowed the lump in your throat but you couldn't help but admire that Greek God laying in front of you. “You didn't need to take off your shirt Halstead.” You said in an amused tone before pulling up a chair and sitting next to the bed.

“Well, you know I'm a self-centered bastard,” he retorted and you rolled your eyes again as you began to examine the wound. “Plus I love the way you’re struggling not to jump on me right now.”

You flicked your gaze into his eyes, not responding but maintaining eye contact as he looked at you as if he wanted to undress you right then and there. The heat spreading through your body intensified and rose to your cheeks and you struggled to say anything because, damn, he was just telling the truth.

“J-just, let me do my job Halstead,” you murmured and cursed yourself for the way you stuttered. You looked away and back to his wound and he chuckled, probably aware of the effect it had on you.

You examined his wound. It was a stab wound and luckily it wasn't very deep so it only required a bit of disinfection and a couple of stitches. You took what you needed and sat next to Jay again, who continued to watch and examine your movements with meticulous attention.

“I'll numb the area so I can stitch you,” you said in a firm, professional tone of voice but refusing to look at him. You couldn't do it, not when his eyes were enough to make you a babbling mess.

You tried to maintain all the concentration you possessed, failing miserably as Jay was laying there in front of you with his shirt off.

You couldn't help but let your gaze travel down his abdomen, along his hips, the V-line disappearing into his boxers you so much wanted to trace with your tongue, the line of his underwear that slightly protruded from his pants.

He was so fucking hot and you were about to be burned.

Your breathing quickened even though you tried to keep yourself composed but this didn't escape Jay, who didn't take his eyes off you for even a second.

He carefully scanned your profile and features, the way your eyelids and eyelashes fluttered, the way your cheeks were flushed and he knew it was because of him, the way you were trying to avoid him even if you were attracted to him like a magnet.

“You're so beautiful Y/n, you know that?” he murmured before he could stop himself.

You almost dropped the pliers you were holding, taken aback by his words. You giggled, keeping your expression as neutral as possible even though that short and simple phrase had thrown you into a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions and sensations.

“And you know I’m your doctor right?”.

“Mmh just for now,” he replied “As soon as you're done you won't be anymore.”

“You're actually one of my most loyal patients.” You gave him an amused look, a smirk on your lips as you continued to stitch his wound. “Like I said, you're breaking every record so no, you can't make those comments it's very unethical of you.”

There was nothing ethical about Jay's sinful thoughts about you, but he didn't let them out at the time.

He laughed, never taking his eyes off you. “Since we see each other so often we’re more than just doctor/patient now, I’d say I have every right to tell you’re beautiful.”

“Stop it.” You gave him a fake disappointed look even if you were internally giggling like a little girl. “Am I hurting you? You feel anything?” You also asked but the smug expression on his face and the smirk on his lips had given you the answer you needed.

He shook his head. “Come to a date with me.”

Your heart started beating wildly, more than it already was since the first moment you say Jay laying on that bed. “Is this a question or an order?”.

“You want to tell me no?”.

“Jay, I need to focus.”

“That's not a no though, so I have some hope.”

You laughed, at the tenacity and cheekiness he was showing and to mask the nervousness you were feeling, God, you didn't know how long you could last before giving in.

After about ten minutes you finished suturing his wound and placed gauze over it, recommending him to disinfect it and change the gauze at least twice a day even though he did nothing but flirt with you.

You stood up and removed your gloves before throwing them into the bin along with the dirty gauze you had used earlier and disinfected your hands.

You glanced at Jay, noticing he had sat up in bed, still wonderfully bare-chested. For the second time you found yourself running your eyes over his frame, his broad shoulders, his muscular arms and toned chest.

That man oozed sex from every pore of his body and you no longer knew what to do to resist him.

“Why are you this far? I don't bite, you know.” He said with a wicked smile on his lips, not even trying to mask the way he was eye-fucking you.

You rolled your eyes for the thousand time and crossed your arms over your chest, remaining firm in your position even if with difficulty. You felt as if there was some kind of force pushing you towards him and as the minutes passed you were less and less able to fight it.

“Don't you have to go back to work?”.

“Not until you give me an answer.”

“About what?”.

“About the date.”

“You didn’t ask me though.”

“Well will come to a date with me?”.

You tried to suppress a chuckle but didn't answer, keep losing yourself in those two emeralds that were his eyes.

You didn't have to hesitate like that, you didn't even have to think about it. You were a doctor, he was your patient and there was nothing more immoral.

But then why didn't you say no? Why were you actually thinking about that?

Jay stood up and walked over you noticing your silence, standing a step away from you.

Still shirtless.

God please have some mercy on me.

You raised your head slightly so you could look in his eyes given your height difference, the words dying in your throat every time you tried to say something.

It was undeniable there was an attraction between you two that in one way or another always pushed you towards each other. It was undeniable that man made you feel things you hadn't felt in a long time.

You didn't know what he had done to you, what kind of witchcraft he had practiced on you since there had never even been anything between you. Sure, you flirted with him too, he shamelessly hit on you and sometimes you didn't even know if he was serious or just because of the way your relationship had turned, but you couldn't get him out of your mind.

“You're thinking about it, aren't you? I know you want it,” he whispered, lifting a hand and stroking your hair, moving a strand behind your ear as his eyes continued to admire and analyze every little feature of your face.

You let your arms drop to your sides, dumbfounded as his fingers caressed your skin so lightly his touch seemed unnoticeable. But you felt it all, you felt his touch in every corner of your body.

Your breathing quickened as your eyes alternated between his and his mouth, without even being able to stop yourself.

“We can't,” you whispered back.

“Why not? We both want it, I know it and you know it too.” He wet his lips with his tongue. “And the way you're looking at me now, fuck… I'm fighting every fiber of my body not to throw you on this bed and have my way with you. You can't deny it Y/n, you can’t deny what's going on between us.”

Before you knew it, your hands were resting on his chest, his skin hot under your fingers and his breathing visibly quickening under your touch. “And who tells me it's not just the thrill of conquest? That once I say yes you won't just disappear?”.

His hands cupped your face, his lips so close to yours they kept brushing each other. “I’m planning to do so many things to you that a lifetime won't be enough Y/n, you're not just a conquest. I want you.”

His thumb traced the outline of your bottom lip and your breath hitched, almost making you pass out at his feet.

God Jay what are you doing to me?

“You really think every time I'm here it's to see Will? Don't get me wrong, I love my brother but do you seriously think I'm here almost every day just to see him? Do you seriously think I would randomly find myself at Molly's every night whenever you're there? Do you think I’d let myself get stabbed just to have another excuse to come here and see you?”.

You pulled away from him, hitting him in the chest in disbelief. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?! I hope you're kidding.”

“Do you see me laughing? I'm not fucking kidding. I could’ve easily overpower that piece of shit but you got into my head so much that at that moment I just thought I had the perfect excuse to see you and be close to you. That's how fucking insane you make me Y/n. Please just give me a chance, I want you so bad,” he spoke, not caring about how desperate he sounded.

Now that he had said it out loud he realized how crazy he really was. But did he care? Absolutely not. He just wanted you to accept to go to that date.

“And it's not just wanting to have sex with you. I mean, God yes, you turn me one so much I would fuck you on every floor and surface of this hospital… But I want everything, I want to know every single part of you, the good and the bad, I want you to be mine, I want you to know me and I want to be yours.”

You sighed in frustration, the temperature of the room rising a degree with each passing second. How were you supposed to push him away?

“Tell me you don't want me and I'm leaving right now and you'll never hear from me again. Tell me you don't feel like this thing between us is consuming you too... Tell me,” he continued, brushing his nose with yours.

“You're so unprofessional Jay,” you whispered, trying so hard to fight the urge to give in but, fuck, you didn't think it would be this hard.

“Yeah so unprofessional. Now answer me.”

You sighed. “Jay I…”

“God you're so stubborn Dr. Sunshine, you really want to torture me until the end? Have mercy on me at least now that I'm… Shit,” he stopped, holding his side where he had been stabbed and letting out a cry of pain.

“Jay! Hey, what's going on? Talk to me please.”

“Fuck it hurts.”

“Here, let me help you. Sit down so I can take another look at you. Everything will be fine.”

You helped him sit on the edge of the bed, worried and thinking of every possible scenario imaginable like an internal bleeding.

But when he instead surrounded your hips under your white coat and pulled you towards him, making you settle between his legs, you understood that asshole was just faking it.

“You piece of shit! You've got me worried sick!” You exclaimed, hitting his shoulder harder this time. You tried to pull away from him but his grip was too tight around your waist.

He laughed, a cocky look on his face that only made you want to punch him. “Look at you so worried about me. Just as I thought.”

“You thought about what? That you’re an asshole?”.

“Yes I am,” he replied amused, “But also that all this facade you want to put up, all this resistance is fake. That you want me as much as I want you, so why do you keep fighting it so much?”.

“Because it’s unprofessional, I'm a doctor and you're my patient. We can't.”

“Of course we can.” His hands tightened around your waist, moving up your hips, distracting you and making you forget what you even wanted to say. “Like I said. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me.”

You didn't answer, again.

You just looked at him and melted under his touch.

You didn't know what happened, it was like a switch had been turned on inside you.

All your rational thoughts and abilities left your mind as you grabbed his face and crashed your lips onto his.

You didn't want to resist anymore, especially since you weren’t strong enough. Let's be honest, it was a battle you already lost from the start.

You didn't want to live in fear of what might happen, hide behind the hypocrisy of 'unprofessionalism' because the truth was that you wanted that man more than anyone you had ever met in your life. The truth was, you couldn't look him in the eyes and tell him you didn't want him when just hearing his name made your heart beat wildly and your body lit up on fire.

Jay kissed you back, not even being able to explain how ardently and for how long he wanted that moment.

You parted your lips slightly and he immediately took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss which was becoming more and more passionate, borderline pornographic.

His hands rested on your stomach and moved up your abdomen, grazing your breasts before settling on your shoulders. He hesitated and you nodded during the kiss, giving him permission to take off your white coat which fell to the floor next to your feet.

His hands then trailed down back to your ass which he squeezed and groped without any shame as you threaded your fingers through his hair, sighing into his mouth at the sensation.

If at first there was a thread of doubt that left you perplexed, after finally feeling his lips against yours, their taste, you knew there would never be a return from that point. You were deeply and inexorably lost for Jay Halstead.

Your heart was pounding as your body continued to press against his, as if you were both trying to suck out each other's souls.

You bit his lower lip and a small moan escaped him which immediately made you press your legs to each other, your insides twist and goosebumps on your skin. He slapped your ass in response, a gesture that turned you on more than you would ever admit.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, pulling him towards you.

“I'll take this as a yes?” He whispered the moment you both broke apart panting as you tried to catch your breath.

He slid his hands down your back, up your ass, your thighs, touching and caressing every inch of your body he could reach.

“What do you think?” You replied, one eyebrow raised.

“I can't even think right now to be honest, all the blood has rushed to my dick. It actually hurts a little, can you kiss it better?”.

“You’d really love it wouldn’t you?”.

“Oh you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you kissing me better, especially my dick. This mouth of yours is haunting me princess.”

You chuckled – not mentioning how bad you wanted to do it – and he smiled back, feeling lighter, happier.

“Is tomorrow night okay?”.

“Tomorrow night? Are you kidding me? You really think I can last until tomorrow especially after you kissed me like that? No, there’s no chance. I want to see you tonight.”

“Oh Halstead, remember that patience is the virtue of the strong,” You smirked at him, caressing his shoulders. “See you tomorrow night detective.”

You gave him one last sweet kiss on the lips and picked up your white coat from the floor, then straightening out your wrinkled uniform. You winked at him before exiting the room, leaving him sitting on the edge of that bed with an erection in his pants he knew he’d struggle to keep at bay for the next twenty-four hours.

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[may-25]

WOW I THINK LIVING IN AUSTRALIA IS A BLESSING NOW BECAUSE I GET THE BOOL EARLIER THAN THE WHOLE EARTH

(SPOILER 4TOWN MANGA LEAKS)

[helpwhatsthis]

okay so ppl are making the spiderman ethan edits but why is no one pointing out that scream has the whole fucking spiderverse??

pt. 1 of this post bc I have more!

bc ethan is peter parker

and chad is miles

anika is cindy

mindy is jess

kirby is felicia

I'm gonna make a part two for the pics but someone else pls tell me you see it too??

me when I write a fic abt ethan and chad with a spider-gwen reader??

[ugh-yoongi]

Jess' B-Day Hobi request:

Hobi x Reader - Amusement park date. Maybe cute and sexy, like reader feels bad for making him go on a particularly scary ride, so she blows him?

HAPPY BDAY JESS!! 🎉🎉🎉💜💜💜

this is so dfljlgdlkjgf. everyone please pray for hobi he really needs it.

swallow your pride

pairing: hoseok x reader genre: est. relationship au, pwp; smut warnings: this is mostly just porn, so — a handjob, oral sex (m. receiving which i'm sure you could've guessed), come swallowing, very slight overstimulation. use of pet names. i apologize for the extremely on-the-nose title but it had to be done. no pronouns used for reader. unedited. rating: explicit. minors do not interact. wordcount: 1k

You’ve barely crossed the threshold into your hotel room.

Perhaps naively, you’d thought it’d be fun. Thought you’d go on and laugh and grab on to one another and buy the mortifyingly ugly photo at the end. Add it to the stack of all the other mortifyingly ugly photos you’ve collected after years of dragging Hoseok on roller coasters he otherwise wouldn’t go within two-hundred feet of.

Clearly you’d thought wrong.

“I almost died—”

You sigh, pushing Hoseok far enough into the room to close the door. “It was Space Mountain, babe.”

He scoffs. Looks really affronted, offended that you think it so impossible that he could’ve died on Space Mountain. Which just isn’t true. He very well could’ve died—it was very dark and had a lot of sharp turns, not to mention he was a previously undiscovered shade of green by the time it was over.

Not to mention the photo.

Hoseok knew it’d be bad. Knew he hadn’t ridden a second of that roller coaster without the ugliest, most fear-stricken look on his face, and all he could do was try to cash in whatever good karma he had left that it wouldn’t be that bad.

And you—you’d waited for it to pop up on the monitor with the most wicked grin he’s ever seen you wear. So sinister it’d rapidly diminished any hope he’d managed to conjure up. Stuck out your credit card to buy it before he even had a chance to beg.

“That’s not—w-what are you doing?”

What you’re doing is planting both of your hands on his chest to push him onto the bed, rolling your lips to keep from laughing when his knees hit the edge and he tips backwards, overpriced Mickey ears falling off and bouncing to the floor.

What you’re doing is dropping to your knees in front of him, nudging his legs apart to kneel between them. Hoseok’s breath catches in his throat when you start to undo his belt, and it’s instinct, the way he sinks into the mattress, busies his hands in the sheets. Knows to keep them to himself.

What you’re doing is—“Blowing you,” you answer. “That alright?”

“Uh-huh,” comes his automatic response. “Yup. Per-perfectly fine.”

What you’re doing is unbuttoning his jeans and dragging the zipper down, sly smile on your face, tongue pressing into the fat of your cheek, as it strains over his erection. What you’re doing is pushing the denim down to his knees, ghosting your nails along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, delighting in every small gasp that makes it past his lips.

There’s a way Hoseok likes to get sucked off, and it’s almost never like this. Hoseok has never shied away from his neuroticism, and that innate need of his to be in control bleeds into every aspect of his life, including here, so maybe you shouldn’t be, but you’re surprised at how pliant he is beneath you. How subdued. Surprised that his hands are still gripping the sheets and not the back of your head. Surprised that his hips are staying level to the mattress, that his mouth isn’t running a mile a minute.

“You’re being awfully behaved,” you note, eyebrow quirking in question.

He blinks, head lolling forward to ask, “You gonna try to dom me?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” you retort, taking his cock in your hand. He’s already so, so hard, flushed and leaking precum. “I’m simply assuaging my guilt.”

Hoseok snorts at that. “Because I almost died?”

You spit in your hand, stroking him once, twice. There’s something about the way he shudders in your grasp. Makes you feel powerful, has a quiet whimper of your own slipping through your parted lips. All of it just serves to rile him up even more, his hips rolling in time with your wrist.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” you say, unable to help yourself; unable to keep the awe out of your voice.

And Hoseok, the cheeky fucker, preens. Closes his eyes and smiles up at the ceiling, not a hint of shame to be found. “What are the od—fuck—odds of you apologizing with your m-mouth?”

You pretend to think it over. “Hmm.” Lean in closer, your breath ghosting along all that sensitive skin. “Pretty high, I’d say.”

There’s another tart comment on the tip of Hoseok’s tongue, practically visible in the stale air of this hotel room, but it dissolves into nothing but a guttural groan once your lips are finally wrapped around him. Tapers into staccato whimpers as your throat constricts and you swallow. He’s still rolling his hips, fucking into your mouth, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the sheets tighter every time he hits the back of your throat.

Hoseok has never once denied himself of anything. This included.

Spit pools in the corners of your mouth, drips down your chin. Messy, just how he likes it, and there’s nothing more dizzying than Hoseok in the throes of pleasure. Nothing that drags you to the edge faster than watching him go mindless from the indulgence of it. Makes it nearly impossible to focus, but you want to unravel him all the way, want to be responsible for it, want to push him to the brink of overstimulation.

On you go.

It’s so much—your hollowed cheeks, the way you’re fisting at what doesn’t fit, the sounds both of you are making. Has his balls tightening, has him stuttering out your name in a pathetic little whine. Has him so disoriented that the first drop of cum hits your tongue before he can warn you.

“Fuck, fuck—baby I’m gonna, shit—”

He spills into your mouth with a cry, hands finally moving to the contours of your cheeks. And normally you’d take it easy on him, swallow and move up the bed to kiss him just as sloppy, sit on his face, but something about Hoseok in this moment has you feeling undone. Has you wanting to ruin him entirely.

So you keep going.

Hoseok’s eyes go wide. He panics, tries to pull you off, but you know him. Know he wouldn’t let you if he really didn’t want to, just needs a minute to push past the discomfort. You also know you’ll be paying for this later, after he’s come back down to earth, but you’re finding it hard to care.

After all, he almost died. You’ve got a lot to apologize for.

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere Adventurer NSFW Headcanons

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Mentions of: Dumbification, intimate dreams, bongage, choking, praise and degradation, dry humping, use of the word "slut", masturbating

General:

- First thing to note about Jesse: he is panromantic, meaning he adored his darling for how and who they are. Does he have sexual urges? Yes and those sexual fantasies of his darling develop as he descends into his obsession. Does that mean he feels like he NEEDS to have sex with his darling? Absolutely not. Give him a fleshlight and his darling's undergarments and he's good to go. Would he want to have sex with them? Yes but if they ain't into it, they ain't into it, but that's fine because he just wants to spend every waking minute being with them.

- Jesse is definetly a switch. Yes, he'd love to use his whip to tie your hands above the bed and watch you squirm underneath him in pleasure but he also would love the idea of waking up to see you straddling him and looking down at him with hungry eyes.

- LITERALLY DOESN'T CARE IF YOUR EXPERIENCED OR NOT, HE IS COOL EITHER WAY. If you're inexperienced then he'll try be as gentle as possible, softly guiding you through it and showing where to touch and helping you. Will absolutely stop in the middle of sex if you have any concerns and it's amazing how goes from seductive to listening to you so patiently and smiling softly at you as you speak on your concerns and he tries to reassure you as best as he can or tweak his whole approach and once you're all good, he goes back to being seductive.

- If you're pretty well experienced, he is absolutely excited to see it for himself. Would love to be beneath you even when he's the one domming/topping because he wants to see if he can make you experience an orgasm like you've never felt before or touch you in ways you've never been touched if you let him.

- Jesse would feel an extreme amount of guilt at first. He wakes up in a coldsweat in his tent in the jungle because he had an erotic dream about the two of you and he just pants softly before he rubs his face and tries to shake it out of his head.

"C'mon, Jesse, the hell's wrong with ya?"

- He knows he has feelings for you at this point, he just isn't yet aware of how dark they are. In the beginning, he'd try to wake himself up as fast as he could when he had those dreams but the deeper he becomes obsessed, the more he allows himself to indulge in them.

- You wouldn't know about this either, since he's very good at treating you same as ever. He might be easily flustered around you a lot more but he plays it off as just lack of sleep from researching and adventuring and thats why he's so weird and out of it. But then you look away and he just stares intently at your ass and shakes his head and goes back to what he was doing.

- If you happen to leave an article of clothing or something in the archives of the university you both work at, like a scarf or a jacket or anything else then it is his now. First he would put them over his pillow and cuddle it and pretend it was you but then one night he had one of his damn dreams again and well, he felt absolutely pathetic as he used it to try and get rid of his boner. When he returns it after it loses your scent, he makes up something like that it was in the lost-in-found but really dirty so he took it home and cleaned it. His heart soars when you smiled and thank him but frowns when you ask: "Jesse, you're honestly the most amazing friend anyone can ask for!"

"Aw, shucks, darlin'...That's-...That's real sweet of ya."

- WHEN YOU TWO FINALLY GET TOGETHER, IF YOU WANT TO EXCITE HIM: use the keys you have to get into his house and wait for him nude. He'll come home, tired and exaughster but when he walks in the bedroom and sees you there with your legs spread nice and open for him. He just smiles like a doofus and is quick to strip and jump in bed with you.

Kinks:

Dry Humping: God he will absolutely hump his hips against his bed or his pillow when he thinks or dreams of you. In general, he'd love how sensual and exciting dry humping is. Like, you'll he bent over one of the tables in your shared work spot and you moan softly and desperately as he grinds his hips against you from behind, or maybe you'll wrap your arms around him and grind against his thigh and palm at the bulge in his pants and he'll squeeze your ass through whatever bottoms your wearing. It's like heaven honestly when he looks down at you and your looking up at him, your eyes dreamy and half-lidded but when he hears footsteps of the annoying headmaster, the both of you are talking about the history of some civilization and once he leaves, you and Jesse look at each other and smile. But yeah, you wouldn't even have to be naked for Jesse to want to bend you over the table, just let him hump you from behind and massage your chest as he leaves hickies on your neck.

Fingering: God please just let him shove his fingers in your hole and give you the most pleasure you've ever experienced. His hands are big and calloused from his adventures and sometimes you catch yourself noticing the veins on them. They'll feel so good as he uses them to squeeze your thighs and they'll feel even better once they're inside you. If AFAB, PLEASE LET HIM FINGER YOU IN THE MIRROR. Lean against his chest and moan and beg as his fingers explore inside of you and fuck you so good that you'll keep a hand on his wrist to let him know that he's not done yet. Let him see himself touching that sweet pussy of yours and how he leaves you so nice and wet. If AMAB, him jerk you off and if you'll let him, stretch out your ass. Just him gently whispering about how good his darling is doing for him as he pumps your cock with his hand and praise you for taking his two fingers so well and being so good for your sultry moans and whimpers.

Brat taming: Yandere Adventurer has the whip and the "fuck around and find out attitude". Jesse is a sweet man but even he has his limits, especially if it's his darling trying to tease him sexually or being a little difficult. When he finally gets his hands on you, he will make you absolutely cry as he somewhat mocks you.

"Aw, whats wrong, poor baby? Don't worry, after ya learned your lesson, Jesse'll take care of you real good. Just hold on a lil' longer~"

Pegging: LOOK, IF YOU WANT TO BEND HIM OVER AND TIE HIS HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK WITH HIS OWN WHIP AND RAIL HIM WITH A GIANT STRAP ON, HE WON'T STOP YOU. If you want to grab his lil pony tail and pull it back so you can hear him beg and yell like a whore in his southern drawl, he is down for that. If you want him to get on his knees and suck on your strap on and then grab his hair and face fuck him with it for the fun of it, HE HAS NO COMPLAINTS. But like, only if you want to tho-

Anything that has to do with you sitting on his face: Please let him eat you out. When you're stressed, sometimes he just thinks that maybe you'd be a little less stressed if you just sat on his face and let his tongue take away all the stress from your pretty little head. If you're worried about hitting him, he will reminded you he got trapped in an elephant stampede and survived somehow.

"...A-Are you comparing me to an ELEPHANT?"

"WHA- NAH, I'M JUST- That definely ain't what I meant! See? This is why ya gotta sit on my face so I don't say dumb shit like that-"

".... Have a good day, Jesse-"

"DARLIN', I JUST MEANT TO SAY YA DON'T GOTTA BE AFRAID OF ME GETTIN' HURT!"

Manhandling: Look, he grew up in a farm in the south so he absolutely is able to to toss, choke, and hold you down but since it helped him realize his own strength, he knows how gentle he's gotta be with you too. But yeah him just holding your wrists above your head as he pins you against the wall and his other arm wrapped around your waist so he can fuck you. Or like, 69 you but HE'S STANDING UP. So if you're sucking him off but slowing down, he can grab the back of your hair and bob your head for you as he does his part to make you feel good.

- Bondage: Loves the idea of tying you up and being tied up himself. HE'D BE SO DOWN FOR SUSPENSION but understands if you don't want to do it, but let him tie your hands together and tie your legs apart. Another thing is that he's escaped ropes before so when you tie him up and he acts all whiny and helpless as you tease him, just know that he's actually enjoying it. Also, about those dreams he's had, he's definetly had one where he got stuck in a bunch of tree vines and was suspended from the ground but was exactly crotch level to your face and instead of getting him down, you sucked him off. He walked into a wall the next day and when you asked about his black eye, he tells you that it was a hitman-

- Choking: It goes without saying that Jesse won't try to hurt you, since, after all, he's fucking you so YOU feel good but he does like it when he leaves bruises on your neck from his hands or small indents if his nails and he licks over them when you're both in the bathtub and he's cleaning you up. If you choke him out? Instantly nutting and he's absolutely shameless about it.

Praise/Degradation: If want to be praised, he's got you! He praises you all time in non sexual ways but moments when you're sitting on his lap and he's planning for his latest trip that he decides to be mean and whisper sweet nothings and seductive praise. For degradation, he's a bit hesitant and would want to talk about it since he doesn't think people who love each other should say things like that to each other but if you're into it, watch him slowly enjoy calling you his cockdumb slut. He also likes praise himself, no matter whose being more submissive that session, but if you want to degrade him, he'll hesitantly allow it but the longer he's with you, please call him a manwhore. A pervert who instantly opens his lega for you and only you. Be smug that you got the most amazing and impressive historian underneath you and his eyes are rolled back as you call him some mean names that don't cross over the line TOO much. Whether you're being mean or being nice, he loves it, but he comes to find out that you being a bit mean to him hits different.

- Overstimulation: THIS MAN HAS SO MUCH STAMINA IT IS INSANE. NO TOY CAN OUTDO OR MAKE YOU FEEL HALF AS GOOD FOR AS HALF AS LONG AS HE CAN. Cry as he fucks you through your orgasm, go numb with pleasure as his mouth licks and sucks whatever it can reach, and whimper timidly when you feel his calloused hands grab you and pull you into him because he promises this is the last tine and he'll be done. Alternatively, OVERSTIMULATE HIM. Put him to the test by using so many toys and vibrators on him while having him eat you out or such or bitting into him. Watch as that happy little smile turns into a lip bite as you make him orgasm for the 6th time that night and how he'll hasp in surprise as you get ready to make it 7.

- Dumbification: He loves watching you turn into a babbling mess. He loves having intelligent conversations with you but he also discovered that he loves it when you talk absolute nonsense because his cock is pounding you so good. He will get dumb with you two and soon you both are just two bodies pressed each other mindlessly fucking and he loves it. He loves that all you can do is incoherently beg for him not to stop and that your whines are the only thing that his brain can hear and that the pleasure of his cock being squeezed by you is the only thing he can feel.