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The Saints Can’t Help Me Now (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)

Part 3 of Gimme What I Want

pairing: brat tamer!joel miller x fem!reader  summary: you can’t stop thinking about that suggestion that joel made after the first time you fucked, so you decide to do something about it warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] no!outbreak, dom/brattamer!joel, age gap (Joel is 56, reader is 25), unprotected anal/consensual painal, anal fingering, anal creampie, buttplugs, discreet toy use in public, consensual filming of sex, dirty talk, daddy!kink, praise!kink, degradation!kink, slight humiliation!kink, pain!kink, dacryphilia, brief oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, choking, spitting, spanking, hair-pulling, marking, a healthy dose of good ol’ fashioned blasphemy, alcohol consumption, pet names/degrading terms (darlin’, babygirl, pretty girl, princess, whore, slut, etc). reader is shorter than joel, has hair long enough to grab.  word count: ~9.7k | ao3 a/n: here we go again, besties. These two are occupying my brain rent free, i have so much i want to do with them. so here’s another beefy part for y’all. And if you have anything you’d like to see with them, let me know! I’d love to hear your ideas! My inbox is always open ♥️

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You’re feeling particularly spicy on a Thursday night after a rough day at work. Corporate drones harping about deadlines and imperfections in your work. The truth is, you know your mind is preoccupied. Joel has somehow managed to grab ahold of every single one of your thoughts and whisper sweet, filthy nothings into each one of them. Every encounter you have is better than the last. Every day you feel more compatible. Just the sound of his sticky sweet Southern drawl soothes an itch deep in your brain that you’ve been waiting years for someone to scratch just right. 

When you get home, you strip down to your underwear and a tank top and let your mind drift off as you collapse into bed. A tingle sparks up between your legs as your brain fixates on one specific thing Joel had said to you when you were lying in bed after your first in-person encounter. It burrows in your psyche and you can’t let it go. 

Joel has been busy at work all day, so messages between you have been sparse.

Joel [6:05 AM]: Good morning, babygirl. Think about me today 

You [7:03 AM]: Sorry, my other booty call is on the brain docket for today  

Joel [7:13 AM]: Watch it.

You [7:15 AM]: 😜

You both know there’s no one else for you right now. He knows he’s infiltrated your mind like a live bioweapon, tapping into your thoughts and desires at will for his own amusement. 

The sole reason that gives you comfort is because you know you’re the only one for him as well, giving you leeway to tease and activate that jealous, possessive streak in him. 

And as much as you hate to admit it, you kind of miss him. It’s only been a few days since the last time he elevated your soul from your body in the form of couldn’t-wait-another-minute, up-against-the-front-door sex and then eventual slow-steady-torturous sex in the comfort of his bed. 

You fall victim to your current brain worm and pull out your phone. 

You [7:45 PM]: Do you remember what you said to me after the first time we fucked?

Joel [8:02 PM]: I remember every thing I’ve ever said to you

Joel [8:02 PM]: Gotta or your bratty ass will find somethin to argue with me about 😉 Gotta know my shit

You [8:03 PM]: I have no idea what you’re talking about. I have never argued with you about anything 

You [8:03PM]: 👀

Incoming Call: Joel Miller 🥵

When your phone screen lights up with a full-screen candid photo of Joel’s face, you know you’re in for it. Perfect. You eagerly hit “accept” and are greeted with Joel’s gorgeous, honeyed, scolding voice. 

“Fuck are you doin’, lyin’ straight through those pretty lips of yours? Or, fingers, I s’pose.”

A smile is threatening to burst through said lips at this moment, but you fight against it for the sake of the bit you have going. 

“I’m not sure what you mean, daddy.”

You can hear him rolling his eyes over the phone, and it thrills you to no end. 

“Question for you. You ever not bein’ a fuckin’ brat?” He doesn’t sound angry, mostly just playful. You love that about him. 

Shit, not love. You really, really like that about him. 

“Not around you, no.” You stick your tongue out, despite him not being able to see you. 

“Jesus. Lucky fuckin’ me.”

“Correct. Lucky you. As you’ve said before,” You scrunch your eyebrows and affect your best, yet still awful, impression of Joel, “‘What are the odds my wrong number was a bratty little slut like you. Just my type.’”

“I contest that.”

“Oh really? Let me look at your text to me from just a few minutes ago. Ah, yes, ‘I remember every thing I’ve ever said to you.’” You read back, imitating him once again. 

“I don’t sound like that.”

“But you said it. You said both of those things.”

“Okay, what about what I said to you that first night? There a question?” Joel asks, intentionally steering the conversation as far away as possible from you mocking him. Although you know it’s not a competition, you take that as a bratty win. You grin brightly to yourself at your victory. 

“Maybe I was just making conversation,” You offer, attempting nonchalance. 

“Mmm. ‘Course. Couldn’t possibly be you creamin’ your little panties at the thought of me claimin’ that beautiful asshole, right?”

Your cheeks burn at the confirmation that he remembers exactly what he said to you. You swallow and nibble at your bottom lip. “Couldn’t be that. Definitely…not.”

“Hmm. Well, good thing you’re a big girl who can use your words to express what you want.”

“Yup…” You bite into your lip to stifle a laugh. 

“Alright,” Joel says in a strained grunt, and you guess he’s adjusting whatever position he’s in. When you hear a tinny jingling followed by a zipper in the background, you can tell precisely what he’s doing. “Well, if you don’t got nothin’ else to talk about, I’ll just—”

“Iwantyoutofuckmyass.” You wince to yourself as it all comes out in a rapid jumble. 

“Pardon?” You can tell Joel has a shit-eating grin on his face on the other end of the line. He heard you loud and clear. But he wants the win on this one. 

You sigh and enunciate, “I want you to fuck my ass. Please. Daddy.”

“Good girl, using your words,” Joel teases. 

“Shut up,” You mumble. 

“Now, now, is that how we get what we want?”

“Yes…” You mutter childishly. 

You hear him sigh back at you but with much more of an edge. “You better count your lucky stars I’m not with you right now.”

You smirk, and then you count, “One…two…three…four…”

Joel lets out a short, descending whistle. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl. My palm is twitchin’. Come on over here. I fuckin’ dare you. Smack you so hard your head’ll fuckin’ spin.”

This time you can’t contain the laugh that explodes out of you. 

“Oh, you laugh all you want right now, babygirl. You ain’t gonna be laughin’ nearly as hard when my cock is rearrangin’ your fuckin’ insides through that puckered little asshole.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“It’s a ‘you’re gonna get what you deserve’ is what it is. Whether that’s a positive or a negative for you I guess we’ll find out.”

A wide smile stretches your cheeks. “It’s a yes.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He mutters dismissively. “You got a plug in that little bedside drawer of fun?”

You glance over at your side table, the contents of which you have committed to memory. “Not one as big as you.”

“Good. Still want you tight when I break you open.”

“Fuck, daddy,” You sigh out, your fingers dancing at the band of your panties. But before you can do anything at all, Joel’s voice rings harsh and definitive over the line. 

“Don’t you fuckin’ touch yourself. Misbehavin’ all over the fuckin’ place and you really think you deserve to come?”

You pout, dipping the tips of your fingers into your underwear rebelliously. “I think I always deserve to come. Besides, I already heard you undo your pants anyways.”

“It’s not your business right now what I’m doin’ in my own home. Now get your fingers outta your goddamn panties.”

“How do you—”

“You’re not as difficult to read as you may think, darlin’. You’re in a mood, you’re pushin’ your boundaries with me. But when I hang up this phone, I know you’re gonna do as you’re told. Know why?”

You consider being obstinate, but your curiosity wins out. “Why?”

“Because when it comes down to it, you don’t want to disappoint daddy. Do you?”

You look down at your fingers, halted just shy of where you desperately want them, and glare. Because he’s always fucking right, and it’s infuriating. Your hand retracts and instead clenches into a fist as you crash your head onto your pillow in frustration. 

When you don’t speak, Joel pipes in, “That’s okay, you don’t need to answer that one, darlin’. I already know.”

You mutter under your breath, “Totally fine for you to do what you want when you’re alone, but when I wanna do something…”

“That’s exactly right, Miss Priss. Because you do as I say. And you love every second of it.”

Your responding gripe is unintelligible, and you hear him chuckle. 

“Sweet dreams, babygirl.”

“Bye,” You grunt, ending the call and dropping your phone to your chest with a groan. A minute later your phone buzzes again. 

Joel [8:17 PM]: I want you in your biggest plug all day tomorrow. Startin first thing in the morning. Be at my place at eight pm. Properly fed and hydrated. Cleaned to your comfort and plugged.

Joel [8:18 PM]: Don’t disappoint me, babygirl ❤️

You narrow your eyes stubbornly at the second text. You shoot him back a picture of you flipping the bird at the camera in front of the blatant wet spot on your panties. 

Joel [8:23 PM]: Atta girl 😘

—

If you thought yesterday was rough, today was fucking brutal. You could not bring yourself to give a single shit about work. 

You’d done as he instructed—of course you did—and even woke up early to give yourself time to prepare. First thing after relieving yourself and showering, you took your sweet time acclimating yourself to your biggest plug. The toy in question, just as you suspected, was nowhere near Joel’s true size. It was maybe a little over half his girth, which was better news for your day ahead, but would likely prove a challenge later tonight. 

You’d sent off a photo to Joel of your face bearing the most overtly saccharine grin. 

You [8:25 AM]: [Image Attached]

You [8:25 AM]: Thank you so much for making this the most unbearable day of my life 🙃

Joel [8:53 AM]: So glad you’re having such a good day darlin. Enjoy it cause believe it or not this will probably be the funnest part.

You [8:55 AM]: You think?

Joel [9:14 AM]: I do. Because I think you’re drastically underestimatin how much I’m about to hurt you

You [9:16 AM]: You say that like that thought didn’t just soak my panties immediately

Joel [9:22 AM]: Jesus. Masochistic little slut. Fuck you drive me crazy. 

Joel [9:23 AM]: Keep the rest of your thoughts to yourself today. I’ve got a very important meeting tonight that I don’t intend on missin and I can’t afford any delays or distractions at work

You [9:26 AM]: Yes daddy 🍆🍑💦

Joel [9:28 AM]: Fuck. Goodbye. 

The remainder of your workday passes teeth-grindingly slow. More than once you catch yourself intentionally rocking in your chair just to feel the plug press a little deeper and make your pussy surge. You’ve never been more appreciative of having your own cubicle in an infrequently visited portion of the office. You’d at least had the foresight to put on a panty liner prior to leaving the house, which has proven useful given the perpetual state of arousal you’ve been in all goddamn day. You go back and forth to the bathroom multiple times to wipe away the accumulation of fresh slick between your folds. 

But you never touch for too long. The idea of getting off in a bathroom stall sounds increasingly tempting as the hours tick by, but you obey. You could use a loophole, say he never specified that you couldn’t get off today. But his voice echoes unflappably in your head: You don’t want to disappoint daddy, do you?

And right now you really, truly don’t. So you persist. 

—

By the time 7:50 PM rolls around you’re already in his fucking driveway. Sitting at home had been driving you thoroughly batshit. Even factoring in the amount of time you spent eating dinner, showering, getting ready, and cleaning yourself out until you were positive no accidents would be had, you had still been chomping at the bit.

You sit impatiently in the driver’s seat, eyeing the front door. Do you knock early? He had said 8 PM. You don’t know how rigid he was about that time. You can’t tell if he’s even home yet since he typically parks in his garage, which is closed at this moment, and you only see a dim entryway light on inside. When you glance at the clock again, it still reads only 7:52. You throw your head back against the headrest and groan.

Joel puts you out of your misery shortly after, poking his head out the door and gesturing with it toward the inside of the house with a playfully put-out expression on his face. You stumble out of the car and nearly wipe out on the pavement in your haste to get this night the fuck going. Joel does nothing to hide his amusement, his crow’s feet crinkling drastically as he laughs at your cartoonish impatience.

Once you’re safely inside, Joel kisses you relatively chastely, to your dismay, and offers you a drink. 

“Yes, please. I feel like I’m about to burst out of my fucking skin.”

Humor glistens in his eye as he pours rosé into a wine glass. “What, long day?”

“You’re not funny,” You comment frigidly as he hands you the glass.

“Y’don’t submit to me ‘cause I’m funny though, do ya,” He replies, tipping his already prepared whiskey tumbler toward you with a nod before taking a swig.

You sigh as you fall back against the counter and you take your first blissful sip of alcohol. As a refreshing warmth courses through your blood, you level him with an impassive look. “No, I submit to you because you’re a pathetic, horny old man and I have a desperation kink.”

Joel quirks an eyebrow along with the corner of his mouth, halting his glass just shy of his lips. He rakes his eyes up and down your body gratuitously and mutters before taking another sip, “Damn, you are in a mood today, aren’t ya?”

“And it’s entirely your fault. You gonna do something about it?” You challenge, swirling the blush-pink beverage around your glass.

“What if I said no?” Joel poses, leaning back against the kitchen island opposite you and fixing you with an unreadable expression. “What if I said, ‘If you’re gonna be a contemptuous little brat, you don’t get fucked. That you can turn your disobedient, plugged-up little ass around and go home.’ And that’s your punishment.”

You smirk at him. “You wouldn’t dare. Your dick is already trying to tear a hole in your jeans and every second that goes by you’re salivating over the thought of what my ass looks like with this toy in it. Punishing me like that means punishing yourself, too, and you’d never deny yourself your own sick, twisted pleasure. Would you, daddy?” You cock your head to the side daringly, wondering how far he’ll let you push him.

Turns out, the answer is not much further. 

In a split second, Joel is pushing himself off the counter and yanking your head back at the scalp with a snarl. Your resolve crashes at your feet as you whimper in genuine shock at the display of domination. Your wine sloshes over the edge of the glass, splashing onto your knuckles but fortunately sparing anywhere else of mess.

Your breathing is labored at the angle he has your head at, straining your throat. Joel’s mouth dips to your neck and scrapes his teeth down the length of it, ending in a sharp bite where your neck meets your shoulder.

The action has you gasping, your free hand flying to the back of his head to keep him there. He sucks and nips at the skin until it’s guaranteed that you will be leaving his house with a physical, visible indication of his ownership of you.

“Insuff’rable little brat,” He spits out at you as he forces your gaze up toward him. “Think you’re so goddamn smart, huh? So goddamn funny.” He slams his whiskey sloppily on the counter behind you and you jump at the sound. A whiskey-soaked hand cups your neck, pressing in at the sides until you can feel your face heating with the effort it takes to breathe. The smell of the liquor on his breath and fingers assaults your nose and inexplicably sends a pang of desire down to your core.

“Hmm? You think you’re funny?” He asks pointedly, using the hand on your neck to jostle you into giving him an answer.

“No, sir!” You rasp out through your choked vocal column. “‘M sorry!”

Just as your mind starts to feel like it’s floating away and your vision begins to darken, Joel relinquishes his grip on your neck. You suck in a large breath, panting as you try to restore the oxygen to your brain.

“Next time you wanna be smart with me,” Joel growls, inches from your face, “Remember I control how easy you breathe.”

Joel snatches his tumbler from behind you and steps back to lean against the counter once more. As your blood pressure slowly decreases, you brave a glance over to him. And the motherfucker is grinning into his drink like he didn’t just put the fear of god into you at the drop of a hat. A shudder rips its way down your spine and out your fingers and toes. You set your glass down behind you, shaking slightly.

“Shit.” You roll your neck around in a circle, rubbing at the front where you’re now horribly concerned he might have left bruises.

“Wasn’t nearly hard enough to leave marks,” Joel assures as he finishes off his drink. “You want marks, I’ll give you marks, but not unless you ask. Not there. That one I know you can hide,” He nods toward the blazing mark at your neck and shoulder. 

“I think I’ll pass on the strangulation marks for now,” You wince, massaging the skin. “Doesn’t accessorize well with business casual.”

Joel studies you for a moment before shaking his head with a small laugh. “The look on your face when I grabbed you by the hair just now…Be lucky if you didn’t just squeeze that plug so hard it turned to dust.”

A scowl befits your features. “You’re fucking psychotic.”

Joel tilts his head with an upturned grin, as if admitting fault. “Only cause you let me be. Why, ‘D’I scare ya?”

“You meant to scare me.”

“Just a little. Always gotta remind you who’s boss.”

You take a deep breath and pull your shit together. You down the rest of your wine in one go and close the couple of feet between you, splaying your hands out on Joel’s chest. “Can we play now?”

“Thought we already were,” Joel says with a roguish smile.

“I mean,” You take one of Joel’s hands and guide it to where you’re bare and dripping beneath your dress, “Play.”

Joel smirks at you as he dips a finger into your folds, running the flat of it up and down your clit. You tremble at the attention, your forehead falling onto his chest.

“Poor baby’s been all worked up since yesterday, hasn’t she? If you obeyed daddy, that is.”

“I did,” You sigh, clenching your fingers into his t-shirt as his hand moves southward. 

Joel hums as he reaches the hilt of your plug, pressing on it rhythmically as you moan into him. “Feels like a little princess plug you got there. That right?”

You nod into his chest and your mouth drops open in a whine as Joel grips the jeweled end of the plug with his thumb and forefinger and pulls at it gently. The bulbous end presses at the rim of your asshole from the inside, testing the pressure and effort it would take to pop it out, then pushes back in. Joel fucks you shallowly just like this, mounting the pleasure already swirling in your stomach. The torture of today–and last night–is wreaking havoc on your senses, and you already feel embarrassingly close to orgasm, exposing yourself by the way you start to babble nonsensically into him. 

“Mmm, I’d know those sounds anywhere. You gonna come just from this, babygirl? Just from me fuckin’ you with your princess plug?”

“I just n-need to f-fucking tap my clit, daddy, please.”

Joel shakes his head. “Mm-mm. You come like this or not at all.”

You sob into his chest as you rock back onto his hand. “Daddy, I’ve n-never…I always h-have to…”

“Listen to me, baby,” Joel floats into your ear as he continues to fuck you with the toy, “You can do it. Filthy sluts like you can get off on much less. Been such a good girl, not touchin’ yourself 'cause I said so. Your pussy loves this. You were soakin’ my fuckin’ hand before I even did a single thing. Little cunt’s cryin’ 'cause it loves gettin’ fucked up the ass so much. Ain’t that right?”

Joel’s words have the pressure in your core threatening to break the dam. You’ve never been able to come without touching yourself, but the combination of Joel’s actions and his dirty talk have you banging at the door of release, clawing desperately at the wood, and jerking at the handle. 

“Keep talking daddy, please don’t stop!” You beg, thrusting your hips back in a feverish attempt to push the plug deeper.

Joel laughs cruelly, thoroughly enjoying your dire need to reach your peak as he picks up the pace of his fingers on the taper. “Dirty fuckin’ whore, fuckin’ herself on this plug like she can’t wait to have daddy’s cock destroying her little asshole. That what you been waitin’ for, huh? For daddy to spread those plump little cheeks and ram his cock into that tight fuckin’ hole? Huh?”

“Fuck, daddy!” You scream as your orgasm takes you by the throat like Joel just had minutes before, ripping your climax from you as you gush down your legs as well as Joel’s wrist. Your asshole spasms around the plug, clenching for dear life before relaxing and clenching again. Your legs tremble and threaten to give out as he tightens an arm around your waist, holding you up as wave after wave of pleasure tears through you in what is undoubtedly the most intense orgasm you have ever had.

He fucks you through the aftershocks with smatterings of praise. “Good fuckin’ girl. That's my fuckin’ girl, comin’ all over daddy’s hand. So fuckin’ good.” Joel slides down the lower cabinets onto the floor, easing you down with him and holding you tight against him as the tremors work their way out of your body. “Such a good girl, knew you could do it for daddy.”

“Fucking hell,” You pant out, melting as Joel’s hand scratches soothingly at your back. “That was…I can’t…”

Joel chuckles into your hair. “You looked so pretty comin’ like that, babygirl.”

“I’ve never been able to do that before. Without at least touching. Fuck.”

“And what do you have to say to me for that?”

“Thank you so, so, so much, daddy,” You sigh into his neck. 

“You’re welcome, babygirl,” He rumbles, kissing your head.

“You shouldn’t have rewarded me for riling you up, though. I’m about to become a fucking menace. If this is what I get for making you mad...”

Joel snorts. “Believe me, this is in preparation for the shit I’m about to put you through. Just you wait, little girl. ‘Boutta get a real rude awakening.”

“Mmm. I’m okay with that right now.”

“Okay, babygirl,” He placates. “We’ll see.”

It takes several minutes for you to fully calm down, cheek pressed against Joel’s broad chest and his hand tickling your back over your dress. 

“Can’t believe I’ve already made you come once and I still haven’t seen what that toy looks like inside you.”

“My patient and long-suffering Dom,” You tease, kissing the hollow of his throat. 

“Shut up,” He grumbles, but you can tell he’s smiling a little. “Up on your hands and knees, babygirl.”

You groan at the thought of having to leave your comfy Joel cocoon on the kitchen floor, but you extract yourself and get into position. 

“This is a cute dress,” Joel remarks, brushing his hands over the thin fabric covering your ass. 

“Cute enough you didn’t rip it off me the second I got in the door, I guess. Or maybe that makes it not cute enough,” You ponder as Joel glides his hands up the backs of your thighs, taking the dress with him as he goes until you’re exposed entirely. 

“Either way, I’ll tell you somethin’, this,” Joel runs his thumb over the purple jewel on the end of the plug, “was worth the fuckin’ wait.”

“You like it?” You ask, peering at him over your shoulder coquettishly. 

“I love it,” Joel confirms, parting your cheeks for a better view. “Perfect for a pretty little princess, just like you.”

You giggle, wiggling your ass a bit for him. “You think I’m a perfect little princess?”

“You’re my perfect little princess. My perfect troublemaker. My perfect pain in the ass.” He ducks his head to bite a kiss into the flesh of your asscheek. 

“Happy to please,” You preen.

“Should get that as a tramp stamp,” Joel jokes, kissing your lower back right where that would be. 

“No, I already decided on ‘Property of Daddy’ for my tramp stamp. Maybe I’ll get this one on the inside of my lip so you see it when you put your fingers in my mouth.”

A growl comes from Joel’s chest as he bites down on your ass again. “Shouldn’t love the idea of you permanently markin’ yourself for me so much. Maybe I’ll have to give you a little somethin’,” He wonders aloud. “Somethin’ that makes you mine.”

“I think I’d like that.”

“Good.” He gives a final squeeze to your cheek and swats at it playfully. “Alright, pretty girl. Want you to crawl to those stairs and wait for me.”

You look ahead, the base of the ascending stairs a straight shot from where you are now. “Crawl, huh?”

“That’s what I said.”

You move luxuriously, swaying your hips as you go to showcase your “jewelry”. You can’t help but smile when you hear a reverent, yet irreverent, “Goddamn,” from behind you. 

At the base of the stairs, you sit up on your knees and wait for him. You take in the image of Joel, seated on the tile of his kitchen with a hand resting on one bent knee and one leg extended, devouring you with his eyes. The sheer adrenaline this man instills in your very blood continues to blow you away. Any way he looks at you, any way he talks to you has your heart racing and the desire to please him overpowering your senses. 

As you stare back at him, having crawled and knelt at his instruction with not much of a second thought, you have an incredibly overwhelming feeling that you are in serious fucking trouble. That you might be falling in too deep.

When he hoists himself up off the floor and saunters over to you with his gaze locked on yours, you swallow. He takes your chin in his large hand and your brain turns to mush, eyelids fluttering closed as he holds you so fucking delicately in his grip, like a baby bird. 

“My beautiful girl.”

Your heart soars and you blink open to drink in the admiration on his face as he looks at you. 

The moment finally breaks when Joel makes a head motion toward the stairs, “Alright, scurry on upstairs. Time for daddy to have his fun.”

You’re only a teensy bit ashamed of how quickly you obey. 

Joel lifts his shirt off as he enters the room behind you, tossing it aside and working at his belt. 

“Dress off?” You ask tentatively, fingers on the hem of the garment. 

The corner of Joel’s mouth tilts up as he steps out of his pants and drops his phone onto the nightstand. “Dress off.”

Once that has joined the mess of clothing on the floor, Joel is beckoning you onto the bed as he lays against the pillows, stroking himself leisurely. 

“Come give daddy a little kiss.”

You situate yourself on your stomach between his legs and he guides the head down to your lips. You place a closed-mouth kiss to the slit, precome clinging to your lips before breaking off.

“Little more,” He encourages, “Get daddy nice and wet.”

Joel slides into your mouth with a groan as you take him down. Your tongue laves at the underside as you hollow your cheeks around him, coming back up to suck wetly at the head and run circles around the tip. 

“That’s good, baby. That’s plenty. Just love feelin’ that sweet mouth on my cock.”

“I like tasting you, daddy.”

“Next time I’ll come down that tight throat, baby. But tonight I want to put it somewhere else. Let me see that plug again.”

You shift onto all fours, presenting your ass to him.

“Let’s see how stretched this little hole is.” Joel grips the plug and wiggles it back and forth as he pulls. You wince as your hole re-opens around the thick metal bulb, widening to accommodate it on the way out. Your hole rapidly contracts at the emptiness left, puckering again. “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Joel poises the bulb at his mouth and spits, using the plug to re-lubricate your hole so he can push it back in again. “Hungry little asshole. Sucks it right back in.”

Joel watches your hole stretch around it a couple more times and then casts it aside. He experiments with just his pointer finger, slipping it past the ring until it’s fully encased inside you. He fucks you with it gently, licking his lips as you take him with no resistance. 

Before he gets too entranced, he withdraws and rummages in his bedside drawer for a bottle of lube. He slicks up two fingers and drizzles the cool liquid over your hole, startling you momentarily. “You’re okay, babygirl,” he pacifies with a hand stroking your hip, “Just relax.”

“I’m relaxed,” You protest, rolling your shoulders. You look back as Joel meets you with a skeptical look. “I’m relaxed, daddy.”

“Okay,” Joel sings with a note of uncertainty. He traces circles around your rim, distributing the lube and preparing you for another finger. You're pleased when his two fingers slide in with no pain, the lube helping exponentially. “Shit, this is so fuckin’ pretty. Such a little anal slut. Beggin’ me to fuck you up the ass.”

“Yes, daddy. Want you in all my holes,” You moan as his movements increase inside you. He really does feel fucking fantastic like this. Anal has always been something you’ve had a fascination with. The taboo element of it, fucking a hole that isn’t expressly meant–or built–to be fucked has always flooded you with arousal. To you, the act of someone fucking your ass is them saying “I own you” without the actual words–although the words are also pleasing to hear in the right context.

And there isn’t a fucking doubt in your goddamn head that Joel owns you–every fucking part of you. And even though tonight’s activities were your idea, your decision, you let him take you like it was his.

As Joel adds in a third finger, the stretch becomes more real. He is as gentle as he can restrain himself to be, using his own intuition and reading your body’s signals as you open up for him. A plethora of curses careen out of you as his pace picks up, your ass accepting what he has to give you almost faster than your own brain does.

“That’s right, babygirl. Take these fuckin’ fingers. Gonna be beggin’ to have them back when I’m balls deep inside with this big cock.” Joel’s breath grows heavier, strained little grunts flowing out as his control slips and he plows you with his fingers.

“Jesus Christ!” You scream out as he pistons his fingers in your asshole, filling you up just right in a way that makes you want to scream and beg him for more. All at once his fingers disappear and grasp at your hip instead, and you groan disappointedly at the highly inhumane decision.

Joel is abruptly at your ear, his front pressed against your back. “Jesus ain’t here to help you, babygirl. He’s long gone. ‘Bout as useless to you as your pussyhole is to me right now,” he says with a slap to the front of your cunt that makes you buck forward.

“Daddy, please put your fingers back,” You whimper.

Joel laughs, tinged with coldness. “You lookin' for salvation, babygirl? Absolution?” Joel removes his hand from your pussy and locks it around your jaw, forcing it up into the air. “You get that through me now. Want you worshipping this cock every day, twice on Sundays.”

“Yes, daddy,” You whine, attempting to rock yourself back against hard Joel’s cock bobbing at your lower back.

Joel scrapes his upper teeth down your cheek, then nips aggressively on your jawline. You expect him to move on from your little speech mishap, but it seems to have set Joel off.

“‘F you’re gonna thank that fucker for anything, it better be for makin’ you so goddamn holy. Blessin’ me with so many goddamn options to violate this little body of yours. This smart little mouth,” He shifts two fingers from your jaw into your mouth and hooks them, leaving your mouth gaping, “this juicy little cunt,” his other hand palms your pussy, “And daddy’s new favorite. This tight, sinful little asshole.” Joel meets your hips and rolls his stiff cock against your ass. The hole in question clenches at his words, begging to wrap back around something, anything.  

“A little angel sent from heaven just for me to defile,” Joel growls, licking a broad stripe up your cheek and sending a shiver down your spine, “Isn’t that right?”

You nod as well as you can with Joel’s fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. 

“You think Jesus would be proud of you, babygirl?” Joel’s tone is vaguely haunting as his hot breath skitters across the side of your face. “On your hands and knees, gettin' your asshole reamed by a man over twice your age?”

You growl in frustration, thrusting your hips back against Joel and jerking Joel’s fingers from your mouth with a sharp twist of your head. “I don’t fucking care what Jesus thinks of me!”

There’s fire in Joel’s eyes as he releases his hold on you. Moments later that fire is manifested in a loud smack on your asscheek. You moan leaning back into it. 

“Fuckin’ right you don’t. Who do you worry about pleasin’ now?” Joel grunts out, landing another hard spank to your ass.

You squeal at the impact and muster out a quiet, “You.”

Smack. 

“Who?”

Smack.

“You, daddy!”

Smack.

“Who do you worship now, huh? Who do you fall on these fuckin’ knees for now?” Joel growls through gritted teeth.

Smack.

“You, daddy!” You scream.

Smack smack smack.

“Don’t you fucking forget that,” He spits out with a final slap to your angry, smarting skin. “Next time you mention another man’s name while I’m inside you, deity or not, you won’t be able to sit for a month. Understood?”

You nod with a distorted whimper from your ravaged vocal cords. “Yes, sir.” 

Then Joel is in front of you, hand squeezing your jaw. “Open your fuckin’ mouth.”

You drop it wide with your tongue out, just how you know he likes. You start to salivate as you anticipate his own shooting into your waiting mouth, something absolutely filthy that you have truly grown to love in the few times he’s done it. You see him glance down at your tongue, then back up to your eyes. And then he does spit. But he aims it at the bridge of your nose instead, splattering all over your face. You reel back, startled, blinking hard to keep it out of your eyes. When you look back up at Joel he has one eyebrow raised in a challenge, like he’s begging you to talk back. 

“What do you say?” He growls. 

You bite your lip with a smirk. “Thank you, daddy.”

His spit travels down the side of your nose and down to your lips as you stare him down. 

“Leave it,” He orders as more saliva gathers on your lips and overflows toward your chin. With an obstinate tongue, you lock eyes with him and lick him off gratuitously. 

Joel glares at you for a second before he puffs a laugh out of his nose and shakes his head. “You’re gettin’ far too smug for my likin’, you little brat. Like I showed you in the kitchen, I don’t like bein’ too predictable. Makes you act too big for your britches.” He takes his thumb and swipes the remainder of his spit up to your forehead, massaging it into your skin. 

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “I disagree. I think you like me smug. Gives you something to do. If you were just laying there barking orders at me and I never gave you attitude, you’d get bored.” 

Joel cracks a smile and smooths a hand over your hair. “I do like ‘em naughty, don’t I?”

“Preaching to the choir a bit on that one, aren’t we, Jesus?” You tease indulgently. 

An incredulous look crosses his features as he shakes his head again at you in astonishment. “Fuckin’ hell, you little shit. Insubordinate till the day you fuckin’ die, I swear.”

You smile broadly back at him. “And very proud of it.”

Joel rolls his eyes and strikes a motivating hand on your ass. “Go on, stick that insubordinate little ass in the air for me so I can fuck the smart right outta your mouth.”

You giggle, but you oblige, turning around so your ass is high and proud in front of him and your face snuggled submissively in his bedding. 

“Goddamn. Always such a fuckin’ sight like this. Perfect little cockslut just for me.”

“Just for you, daddy.”

“I think this greedy little hole is ready for me, hmm?”

“So, so ready, daddy.”

“Good girl.” Joel finds the discarded lube in the sheets and reapplies it liberally to his cock and your asshole. “Gonna be a nice, big stretch to fit me, huh? But you like it when daddy hurts ya, don’t you baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whine as Joel tests the limits of your hole with the head of his cock. Not breaching the ring, but pressing into it tentatively. 

“Fuckin’ shit. That’s a tight little hole, babygirl. Just how daddy likes it.” He cautiously rolls his hips into you, and you feel your ass opening up to him in small increments. The sting is fierce despite Joel prepping you well. He just happens to be fucking huge. 

When Joel finally gives a final push to pop the head inside, you intake a sharp breath through gritted teeth and clutch at the sheets for dear life. “Fuck, daddy. T-that’s so fu-fucking big. H-hurts.”

“Fuckin’ Christ, look at you,” Joel groans, rubbing the ring of your asshole as it stretches around him. You don’t even have the gumption to tease him about his use of blasphemous language. You just whine. 

He steadies himself on your hip as you feel him shift behind you, careful not to slide deeper while you adjust. Soon after you hear a small shutter sound and you crane your neck to see his phone aimed directly at where the two of you meet. 

He tosses the phone onto the bed by your face. “Look at that, babygirl. How fuckin’ good you look wrapped around me.”

This is the first time either of you have ever visually documented any of your experiences together, but it was on both of your respective “yes/no/maybe” lists as a “yes”, and it exhilarates you to bring another kink you both have into reality, even in the most incremental way.

You lift onto your elbows and take the phone, marveling at the picture. Your hole is red and swollen, but not too drastically. It looks obscene, Joel’s cock so large in comparison. The image has your pussy leaking a fresh wave of liquid, wetting the creases of your thighs. “That’s so fucking hot, daddy.”

Joel massages your asscheeks, taking in the real thing in front of him. “Alright, baby. Deep breath. Let me in.”

You drop the phone in front of you and lay your head on the sheets again. You inhale through your nose, and on the exhale Joel pulls your hips into him as he presses forward. You yelp at the surge of pain, but Joel doesn’t move anymore after that, letting you adjust again. 

“How much more?” You whimper. He motions for you to hand him the phone. He snaps another photo and a quiet sob escapes when you see he’s only halfway inside. “Fuck. What did you say before? Acting too big for my britches? Kinda feeling like that right now.”

Joel chuckles, running a hand up and down the slope of your back. When he speaks his voice is thick with sass. “Thought you liked it when it hurt.”

“Fuck, I do. But this is…wow. Never had something this big up there before.”

“I know, baby. But we’re gonna do it, and you’re gonna take it.”

A defeated sound is muffled by the sheets. 

“What’s your safeword, babygirl?”

“Honeysuckle,” You recite easily. 

“Good girl. Now look at that picture and focus on how beautiful your tiny hole looks gripping my cock.”

You sink your teeth into your lip and nod. 

You feel more lube coating yourself and Joel as you stare mesmerized at the photo. As he pushes himself the rest of the way inside, you cling to the phone despite your eyes going a little glassy and the image going blurry. But you do it, and you take it, just like Joel said. 

Joel showers you with praise as his hips press firmly against your ass. You already feel exhausted, but your pussy is very awake. The briefest shift of Joel inside you has your neglected hole throbbing, completely betraying what being violated like this is doing for you. 

“You okay, babygirl?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just really intense,” You squeak out breathily. 

“Bet you’re wishin’ I wasn’t so big now, huh? All fun and games when it’s your pussy gettin’ beat up. She’s made to take a big daddy like me. But this? Nah, you gotta be a real pathetic little cocksleeve to beg daddy to put it up your ass, knowin’ full well how fat his cock is. How long he is. Such a fuckin’ slut.” He spanks your ass again and a soft moan comes out of you. 

When you don’t respond verbally he laughs. “Don’t got anythin’ to say to that, Miss Smart Mouth? Not like you got daddy’s cock in there to shut you up right now. Go on, talk back.”

“No, sir,” You say quietly. 

“See, now she’s all proper and respectful. Just as I thought. Stuff her full’a cock anywhere and she don’t got much to say. Textbook fuckin’ cockslut. Isn’t that right? Got you right in the dictionary with that picture there of your greedy ass in the sky squeezin’ this dick.”

The shameful words wash over you like a hot bath soaking your sore muscles. You love the way he talks to you like this. The shame ignites a fire in you, an unmatched arousal that drives your need to please him entirely. But also with the need to see what he’s doing to you. 

“Film it.”

Joel is silent for a second. 

“Please,” You add for good measure. 

“You want me to film it, babygirl? You want proof of just how good you take me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Shit. Alright, then. Give the phone to daddy.”

You hear the blip of a recording starting and Joel pulls out just barely with one hand spreading a cheek open. You suck in through clenched teeth and a piece of you is severely regretting your decision-making skills. You have no idea what you were thinking, letting Joel bait you into this with his post-coitus charm that first night. Despite it being far from your first time being fucked up the ass, you were being completely genuine when you said he was the biggest thing you’ve ever had up there. But horny, pre-sex you can be pretty ambitious. You can talk a big game and you do pride yourself on being a willing fucktoy for Joel. 

But shit, this fucking hurts. 

“Make all the sounds you want, babygirl. Love hearin’ exactly what I do to you.”

“Hurts, daddy,” You whine. 

“Bet it does, baby. Havin’ daddy break you open like this. You knew what you were gettin’ into, didn’t you?”

You don’t dignify his justifications with an answer, you just moan into the bed as he drags himself out a little further. 

“I think it’s a fittin’ punishment for you misbehavin’ all the fuckin’ time. Taste of your own medicine.”

You grumble, distracting yourself by fiddling with the sheets. 

“That really how you wanna remember this? Bein’ all grumbly while I’m puttin’ you in your place?”

“You’re grumbly all the time,” You mutter stubbornly. 

Joel’s eyebrows shoot up at you. “I’m sorry? Would you like to repeat that again? Right into the camera. See where it gets you.”

You glance up to see Joel directing the phone at your face and chicken out. “No…” 

Joel slaps your ass again, hard, and you cry out. “You wanna rethink how you respond to me?”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good.”

“That’s more like it. Cut the fuckin’ sass and let daddy take what’s his. I don’t give a fuck if it hurts. You know how to stop it if it’s too much.”

You take a deep breath and nod. 

“Don’t you worry, baby. Once I fill you up a few times you won’t even remember your fuckin’ name. Just ‘daddy, daddy, daddy’ like the cockdumb little slut you are.”

And then he slams back into you. 

And fuck him, he’s right, your mind goes completely blank. 

Joel’s pace is grueling as he pounds into you. You can tell he’s putting on a show for the camera, ensuring that it captures him sliding in inch by inch. His grunts are timed with the impact of his hips. His skin is sticky with lube each time he retracts from you, amplifying the union of your bodies with a solid thudding sound on each thrust. The pain isn’t nearly as razor-sharp as only a few thrusts ago, but it’s enough to still have you wincing. It for sure does not hurt enough for you to safeword. In fact, it has dwindled down to the level of torture you crave. Enough pain to remind you who you belong to, and enough pleasure to remind you exactly why. 

A constant stream of noise—some pleasure, some pain—drifts around the room courtesy of yourself. Joel has been relatively nonverbal since he began really fucking you, mixing his own noises—only pleasurable ones for him, the cruel motherfucker—in with yours. 

Joel’s thrusts don’t stop as you hear him say, “Smile for the camera, babygirl.”

You think you might want to kill him. You are so far from wanting to smile, not even sure you could manage it if you tried. The best you could probably do is a wincing grimace, which is exactly what he ends up capturing anyway since that is the perpetual state of your face at the moment. 

“Aww, ‘smatter, baby?” Joel jerks forward in a particularly brutal thrust, and you call out desperately for him. “Still sting a little bit?” He asks, voice dripping with feigned sympathy. 

You grunt through your teeth,”F-f-fuck you.”

Joel tosses his head back with a pitiless laugh. “Gettin’ a little feisty, are we, babygirl? Forgettin’ our good girl manners?”

“How about—hnnng—next time—fuck—you try it, sir?”

His laughter booms out again. “Oh, baby, I’m not the one who’s a constant glutton for punishment, am I? You need this,” Joel rams into you for emphasis, making you cry out again, “Need me putting you in your place like this. ‘S’why you were fuckin’ born. To be a fuckin’ brat and have me fix you right.”

Your throat feels raw from your screaming and babbling, your fingers sore from clutching the sheets, and the devil’s combination of pain and pleasure has tears losing grip of their slippery hold and cascading down your burning cheeks. 

“Fuck, that’s what I like, baby. Cry for me, cry with this cock tearing you apart. Just for daddy.” He spurs them on with another assault of his hand on your ass in rapid succession. It does the job, the seemingly bone-deep ache from him smacking you over and over on already debauched flesh forcing more tears from you. You can only imagine how fucking explicit this looks on camera. 

As the pain flourishes, your vision starts to narrow and a calming trickle of adrenaline starts to take hold of you. And suddenly you feel like you’re fucking floating. Almost like the weight of the pain is lifting and only leaving room for pleasure. Thoughts begin to ebb away into a desperate chant inside your head. You need this. You need this. You need this. You need him to give you this.

Joel must instantly recognize the shift because his thrusts immediately increase in speed and strength. “There we go. Fuck, baby, just like that, yes. Let go. Such a good fuckin’ girl. Keep takin’ it, just like that.”

Your moans become wanton and charged with desire, wanting him harder, wanting him deeper. You crave him, mind jumbled with thoughts of how you could possibly inject him into your very bones. You and Joel, Joel and you, fucking like this forever. Moan after moan, orgasm after orgasm. Until nothing exists in the entire universe but this. But you two. 

And Joel can read it without you saying a fucking word. 

The bed sinks beneath you and then Joel is so deep inside you, you think you might pass out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out the most primal, guttural moan you’ve ever made in your fucking life. Peeking back you see the phone discarded on the bed and Joel propped up on flattened feet, driving his cock down into you as his hands press hard between your shoulder blades and imprint you further into the mattress. As your periphery starts to shrink, honing in on your joined movements, Joel’s hips begin to stutter and his grunts grow louder. 

“Fuck, shit. Gonna fill this asshole up, babygirl. Oh shit.” Joel fills you deeply and wholly, and you feel him explode inside of you. He presses forward into you until your knees give out beneath you and leave you prone with Joel, tacky with lube and sweat, clinging to every inch of your skin. Your breath comes in stilted as the world begins to fade back in. 

“Fuck,” Joel gasps reedily into your neck, weakly attempting to raise himself onto his forearms to free you of his dead weight. He rolls his hips into you boldly, pushing his come deeper inside of you. “All filled up. Want you like this all the fuckin’ time. Overflowin’ with me.”

You whimper as you thrust your own hips into the bed. 

“You still need to come, babygirl?” 

You nod desperately. “But stay inside. Please.”

Joel exhales heavily. “Alright, I’m gonna flip you over, but I need to pull out for a second. Okay?” You nod again in agreement. 

Joel makes quick work of slipping out of you and turning you onto your back. You grab the backs of your thighs and spread open for him. 

“That’s my girl,” he coos, his honey drawl both soothing your hot skin and teasing your pussy. “Gimme the phone again.”

Your hands scramble to find his phone, eventually landing on it and handing it over. Now that you have a proper view of him, you can see how hungry he looks as he stares down at the screen. How his eyes dart from the artificial rendering to your actual flesh, like he doesn’t know where he wants to look more. 

His cock is only half-hard as he lines up with your fucked out hole, but the memory of his stretch has him sinking back in relatively easily. 

“So fucking beautiful, baby,” He whispers, dipping two fingers into the opening of your severely neglected pussy. “Wanna fill up every one of these holes at once someday. See you all plugged up, tied to my bed, completely at my mercy.”

You moan at the words, silently cursing him for putting more fucked up ideas in your head that would result in you being just as destroyed for him as you are now. Your fingers begin to seek him out frantically. 

“Uh-uh. Hands above your head, baby,” He directs. He waits until you comply before plunging his two fingers inside of your pussy. 

“Oh fuck, daddy,” You gasp, hips already rolling back down onto his fingers and cock. “So full.”

“I know, baby. Let me feel you squeeze my fingers.” You obediently clench your pussy muscles, which automatically has you clenching around his cock as well. Joel growls at that, and you’re pretty sure you can feel him stiffening again inside you. 

“Please make me come, daddy.”

Joel’s fingers thrust into you with haste as he adds a third finger with minimal pain, evidence of your pussy having become accustomed to Joel’s size from your increasingly frequent encounters. He curls them just right as he starts to slowly move his hips into you again. 

“Oh god,” You pant out breathily, “Touch my clit please, I’m so fucking close. I don’t think I can again…not like before. Please.”

“Touch yourself, baby. I’ve only got one hand and I wanna see you fall apart. Want the camera to see it. You got my permission to touch.”  Your hand launches between your legs and rubs hurriedly at your clit as Joel continues working both your holes. “Good fuckin’ girl, touch that pussy, baby. Make yourself come with me all shoved up inside you.”

You knew you wouldn’t take much, and his words jettison you off the edge with startling force, your hips bucking wildly underneath your fingers. You vaguely hear the bloop of a recording ending as you catch your breath. Joel leans into you, mouthing at your sweat-slick neck. 

“Got me all fuckin’ hard again.”

“‘M Sorry,” You mutter hazily, lacing your fingers through his damp curls. 

You’re surprised to feel Joel pulling out of you gingerly given his current state.

“I’ll give you a break,” Joel consoles, kissing sweetly along your jaw. “Be back in a minute.”

You furrow your brows and hook a leg over one of Joel’s to lock him in place. “Mm-mm. Stay.”

Joel laughs softly into your skin. “Baby, I gotta take care of this or I’ll probably get grumpy.”

“I like you grumpy,” You reassure, scratching at his scalp with your nails and hearing him sigh at the sensation. 

“Sure had a lot to say about it a few minutes ago.”

“Unlike you, daddy, I don’t remember half the shit I say to you. I just say bullshit to wind you up.”

“Cheeky little devil,” he chuckles into your neck. 

Joel just holds you for a moment, face buried in the crook of your neck and fingers running up and down your thigh as you scratch at his head soothingly. 

“Saw you enter subspace for a minute there, didn’t I?” Joel asks gently, recalling your moment of focused euphoria from earlier. 

You’re not sure why that makes you blush, but it does. “I think so, yeah.”

“Feel good?”

“Amazing.”

“Well, I got a goal for the future then.” He kisses your cheek tenderly. Joel shifts onto his side to wrap his arms around you fully, and you feel his still-erect cock brush against your hip.  

“How about…” You guide Joel until he’s hovering above you with a quizzical look, “How about I let you fuck my pussy.”

An amused expression crosses Joel's face. “‘Let me’? You’re gonna let me fuck what’s mine?” He teases. 

You roll your eyes dramatically and poke him in the side. “I was trying to be nice.”

With a smirk, Joel hauls you down the bed as you giggle and wrap your legs around his waist. He plants his hands on either side of your head, towering over you. “You’re right. I don’t like when you’re nice. I much prefer you naughty.”

You smile matter-of-factly and push off on his shoulder. “Go clean your dick, then come back and fuck me senseless again. I don’t need an infection.”

“Fair point,” He acknowledges with a tilt of his head and foists himself off the bed. 

As Joel stumbles into his ensuite, he calls over his shoulder, “Put your plug back in. Wanna fuck you while my come is still stuffed up your cute little ass. See me drippin’ outta both your holes at the same time.”

The brazenness of his words has your cheeks growing hot. After making quick work of his order, an easy feat given how much wider your hole is now, you grab his discarded phone. You pull open the first video from tonight and settle into the pillows. Your fingers wend their way down to your still-glistening cunt as you watch, captivated by your own personal porn. 

You take in the way he fucks you, the way he talks to you, the way he pushes you to your limits. Mulling over how he had you coming without touching your clit and entering subspace for the first time ever, and you can’t help but think…

You are thoroughly, catastrophically fucked. 

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relationship asks: all numbers with a 6 in them, for lady terror of course ^_^

OH HELL YEAH THANK YOU KITTENS FOR THIS MAGNIFICENT OPPORTUNITY (this ended up being a 4 page fucking document but fuck it WE BALL. so I'll show a few and then put the rest under a cut- especially since some of them are a little bit raunchy. ENJOY MY LOVES COME GET YOUR SWEET FRANCIS/LADY TERROR CONTENT)

OC RELATIONSHIP ASKS

6. Who would ask the "would you love me if I were a worm?" question? How would their S/O answer?” Honestly I think Lady Terror would be the one to ask. Francis tells her yes and if she wanted to stay with him as a worm she’d “ be the best kept worm in all of christendom”, in his words (whatever that means, babygirl). 

16. Who is the better caretaker? Does their S/O like being taken care of? Honestly they’re both very good caretakers, though Francis is much better at “doing the things that need doing to care for a person” bit while Lady Terror I think is a bit better at like. Keeping people calm and feeling cared for (not to say that either of them are not as good as the other, because they certainly are, but they have their strong suits). And oh my god man yes Francis loves being taken care of by lady terror oh my god she lets him rest his head in her lap and everything.

26. Who gets jealous most often? How does their S/O deal with that? I honestly think it depends. I think Lady Terror has more potential to become jealous (even though it doesn’t happen very often honestly)  from 1) her lack of experience being committed to,  2) her own trauma from past relationships and coming out of those feeling horribly betrayed and 3) also the whole divorce scandal with her parents. Did I mention her parent’s divorce scandal? Yeah there was a whole divorce scandal. But even when she is jealous she remains relatively level-headed about it and doesn’t act out from it (usually, unless an offending party provokes her to it), and she is nothing if not articulate and aware of what she’s feeling. And credit to Francis where it’s due he’s never been dismissive of her emotions, and that I think helps them actually work through it rather than let it escalate to lashing out or acting rashly.

Francis doesn’t so much have a jealousy streak when it comes to Lady Terror (though time was he might have, and he definitely knows that), and I think it’s because she has pretty consistently made it clear that she has chosen him to share her life with, and having never been picked in such a way, has a bit more faith that she wouldn’t betray him. (also she’s always been the more sociable one. She’s definitely more of an ambivert than he is and doesn’t take personal offense in those kinds of situations. Besides, she will NOT interact with people she doesn’t want to interact with. He knows this and he loves her for it.)

36. What is something that would break their hearts? For Francis, I think it would genuinely be another romantic rejection- or more precisely to be left behind. I don’t think he could bear being rejected for a third time by anyone, let alone by Sofia but by anyone. He’s too old to have his heart broken like that again and it’s why he takes so long to even admit to himself that he has feelings for Lady Terror because he cannot fathom the kind of pain it would cause him.

Lady Terror however I think it would break her heart the most to be dismissed. To have her thoughts and feelings disregarded. Granted, she’s used to it happening with most men and some women, but to have it happen to her coming from someone she loves and respects and who she thought loves and respects her in turn would devastate her. 

46. If they were ever in a life or death situation, who risks their life?  Lmao both of them. Because they both have savior/self sacrificing complexes and they’re calculated with it but they WILL take a risk if it means saving more lives. It’s something that I think they admire about each other when hearing of their past exploits before they met.

56. Who tends to be the level-headed one? Who is feral? Oh Lady Terror is absolutely more feral. She is very very smart when she is feral but she is much more willing to act on impulse about it (for more information, ask Mr. Hickey. He knows.) Francis is definitely more level-headed but absolutely has more of a fiery temper in comparison to how cold Lady Terror’s fury is (but no less passionate, mind).

60. Are they willing to show PDA? If not, is there a reason? They ARE willing, but they are very very shy, (and also lmao you know how the victorians are about propriety if a couple isn’t married yet. Big no.) But also it’s a bit of a carry-over from their time on Terror. They did their damndest not to show that kind of affection for one another for fear of discovery (which would doubtless have caused a mutiny- if Francis’ pre-sobriety behavior hadn’t started that line of thought with some long before that). But they are not beyond the occasional hidden gesture of affection from prying eyes. Holding hands behind each others backs, brushing their fingers against one another subtly as to not give them away. They become more open about their affections eventually, but my god does it make them blush like crazy. 

61. How would they describe their S/O in one word? Francis (on Lady Terror): Good. Lady Terror (on Francis: Handsome.

62. How would outside characters describe their relationship? By-in-large I think people are a little skeptical at first about them together. Like perhaps they shouldn’t be together for some reason or another, that it’s a bit odd, a bit queer. But when people see how affectionate they are to one another, to see how much they truly care for one another? How Francis truly seems to soften and relax around her and how she brightens to talk about him… to those who know each of them best that’s the sign of true love right there.

63. How would they describe one another in bed? I think Francis would describe Lady Terror as a port in a storm. Welcoming, warm, tender in ways he never thought he’d know for himself. At the same time she rides him like the waves of the storm itself, and he can’t help but admire the sheer power she has over him and how easily he’s taken by her. Lady Terror on the other hand finds him sturdier and steadier than strong oak… and weirdly just as bendable (I mean HAVE YOU SEEN THAT MAN??? HE’S SO LIMBER FOR HIS AGE!!! It’s truly miraculous). Though his cock doesn’t quite always cooperate with this image she has of him (although it should be noted that he’s had a much easier time of it since he embraced sobriety it still happens every now and again), he’s very grounding as a lover and seems to find that her pleasures feed into his, to which she certainly has no complaints.

64. Would they ever answer the above question if it was asked to their face? How would they react? Oh Francis would be too much of a blushing mess. He was never one to kiss and tell much even with his closest friends like Blanky and Ross (even though those two definitely HAVE actually seen him in intimate positions before). But I think the lovestruck look in his eye would probably say all you’d need to know- that yes she fucks him well and yes that is probably where he’d rather be right now. Lady Terror might be a little more inclined to give a more cheeky answer in the company of a good friend, but otherwise much prefers to keep her and Francis’ doings to Francis and herself.

65. Who tends to take the lead in intimate encounters? They both can, and do. Both of those bitches are switches and they live up to it. Literally it all comes down to how either one is feeling on any given day.  

66. Have they ever been caught in the act? What would be their reaction if they were? Yes. By Blanky. Everyone else would have the care to knock first at Francis’ cabin door if it were shut but not Thomas (and understandably so). And listen. They’re all three of them good enough friends to laugh it off eventually, but that happens for some sooner more than others (aka. Thomas starts laughing about it immediately and making raunchy jokes while she and Francis scramble to make themselves relatively decent, even though it’s a bit too late for that now. It has Thomas in fucking stitches. He is genuinely happy for them but he can’t believe his luck). 

67. Have they ever done it anywhere questionable? Believe it or not, not particularly. At least not on Terror (they’re already paranoid enough about being caught behind closed doors in quiet hours, they’re not going to risk anything more). After that… well… you’ll find out.

68. Who is more vocal? Who is more experienced? I think Lady Terror is probably overall more vocal (but jesus christ when Francis moans it’d make an angel weep I swear to fucking god), and Francis is certainly more experienced overall, but there are times when she does things to him that have never been done to him before and it makes him feel like he’s a virgin all over again all the same (yes she gives him prostate orgasms. That’s what I’m implying here in case that weren’t clear). 

69. If they were to go shopping, who holds the bags? Who decides where they go? I think Francis would WANT to hold the bags but Lady Terror wouldn’t let him carry all of them. Lady Terror would probably plan where they go a little bit ahead of time but absolutely will deter said plans if Francis wants to have a look in somewhere. Whatever babygirl wants honestly.

76. Are they soulmates? Do they believe in that? I mean yeah duh what are you talking about I think they both think they have found something really rare and special with each other that I think they would qualify as being soulmates, but truthfully I think Francis might actually believe that more than Lady Terror does (and of course not to say that she doesn’t, but she’s formed many deeply meaningful connections with people and knows that Francis has as well, and she wouldn’t limit the depth of how she feels or has felt about others as lesser… but at the same time Francis is absolutely the love of her life and the only man who has ever truly treated her in a way that made her feel like an equal to him, and has wanted her romantically as such… so yeah. Soulmates without a doubt). 

86. Who gives the best gifts? Who gives the more thoughtful? Who goes for expensive?  Ok here’s the thing they both are VERY good gift-givers, both of them are VERY thoughtful and give gifts as truly heartfelt gestures. Though Lady Terror does tend to spend a little more money on her gifts sometimes (by virtue of being just a little more financially well-off) whatever she uses that money towards is no less heartfelt and will go out of her way to buy something dear to someone especially if they don’t have the means to get it themselves. 

96. Who reads the newspaper? Who wants to see the cartoons?  They have two copies of the paper delivered to the house bro BOTH these bitches READ. (but they save the cartoon page to read together. Most likely with Wee Ellie I MEAN HUH WHO SAID THAT???) 

#egg's oc's #lady terror #egg's headcanons #ask games #francis crozier x lady terror #francis crozier x oc #this shit has genuinely kept me from going stark-raving mad during finals I cannot thank you enough kittens 💖💖

[only10tion]

i think I have chosen the worst possible time to get into up10 but would you mind telling my your favorite of their songs and maybe something about each member? only if you want to ofc!

px101 era was worse

I would love to tell you about the up10 men!!! Literally you did not ask for a full on 5 page guide but im making it anyway!!

SO. YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT UP10TION? (a guide)

Members (age order):

Kuhn (leader/rapper) - gives off dad energy. Has a very attractive singing voice!! Listen to some CoolFM karaoke to hear him sing!

Jinhoo (leader/vocal) - has pretty lips! Takes on team mom position. TOP media put him on hiatus on April 7, 2020 and then sent him to the armed forces, he has not been seen or mentioned since. TOP media will not tell us where he is. I miss him.

UPDATE: Jinhoo signs of life. He has a personal Instagram.

Kogyeol/Ian (vocal) - gives off church crush/princely vibes. Has an interior design business for some reason??

Jinhyuk (high-tone rapper) - furry. weeb. gamer. Likes skinship a lot. He's doing solo stuff ever since px101...it's okay. He's not a very good vocalist 😭 Top Media put him back in the group NOW.

Bitto (low-tone rapper/main dancer) - cute. He seems quiet in interviews but he can be VERY chaotic. The master of girl group choreo + ultimate fanboy.

Wooseok (vocal/visual) - just a guy. He is kind of a quiet troublemaker type, and has a devilish streak. He has been doing solo stuff since px101. I like his solo stuff. But Top Media PLEASE PUT HIM BACK.

Sunyoul (vocal) - he has a WIDE vocal range. Well known for performing on masked singer and having everyone think he was a girl. Has done boy/girl duets by himself. Appears sweet but...he will not hesitate if you annoy him. Other mom figure.

Gyujin (lead dancer/vocal) - eyebrows!! He is babygirl and poses as such in pictures...very silly guy. They never give him lines and always try to cover him up in big coats. :(

Hwanhee (vocal) - LOUD. I CANNOT EMPHASIZE HOW LOUD HE IS. Often compared to Baekhyun in terms of looks and voice. Whiney and loveable. In Boys Planet rn

Xiao/Dongyeol (lead dancer/vocal) - #1 taemint. Hanse from VICTON's bestie. Mischevious and attached to hwanhee. In Boys Planet rn.

Songs/MVs (divided by album):

Top Secret - 1st Mini

Title: SO, DANGEROUS

Choreo is very cool! Will get stuck in your head!

Other fav songs on the album: Phoenix, Never Ending

BRAVO! - 2nd mini

Title: Catch me!

Silly MV (affectionate) with aged styling, but a very catchy song

Other favs on the album: call me, Holic

SPOTLIGHT - 3rd mini

Title: Attention

Should have won so many awards.

Other favs: Stay, I wish a miracle, Cherish (Sunyoul ft. Yuju from Gfriend!!)

Summer Go! - 4th mini

Title: Tonight

WOW! I can't believe UP10TION invented summer with this song and album!! (I love her dearly)

Other songs: Beautiful, OASIS, MAGIC

BURST - 5th mini

Title: White Night

Up10 does a story MV!! Ft hockey and Somi

(This song makes me go feral)

Other favs: Because, Stuck On You, Just Like That

ID - 1st Japanese release

Title: ID

Please don't skip their Japanese releases, they are some of their best songs.

Other favs: Stand up, The World is Waiting

STAR;DOM - 6th mini (no Wooseok)

Title: Runner

Other favs: Everything, True Love, Hot Blood

UP10TION 2017 Special Photo Edition (no Wooseok)

Title: Going Crazy

Wild Love - 2nd Japanese release (no Wooseok)

Title: WILD LOVE

Other favs: Sign Me Up, FEEL SO RIGHT!

Invitation - 1st full album!

Title: CANDYLAND

Era where i became a honey10 so I know this album like no one else

Other favs: Mixed signals, Always, Superstar, Love sick

Chaser - 3rd Japanese release

Title: CHASER

This album has my favorite b-side...lose myself supremecy

Other favs: BIG WAVE, LOSE MYSELF

UP10TION 2018 Special Photo Edition

Title: So Beautiful

tour footage makes me jealous. Anyway.

Laberinto - 7th mini

Title: Blue Rose

widely regarded by the three honey10s on this site as their worst album. It's mid.

Other favs: Burning, Midnight,

The Moment of Illusion - 8th mini (no Wooseok or Jinhyuk)

Title: Your Gravity

Honestly not my favorite, but i appreciate her.

Other favs: Skyway, Lover

Light Up - 9th mini (no Wooseok, Jinhyuk, or Jinhoo)

Title: Light

I miss jinhoo. They start making really good albums again from this point on.

Other favs: Destiny, Dawn, Empty House

Connection - 2nd full album (no jinhyuk, wooseok, jinhoo)

Title: SPIN OFF

SPAN ABSOLUTE OFF. Literally The ALBUM™

Other favs: Liar, Parade, Destroyed, Forever, Believe in you

Novella - 10th mini (no jinhyuk, wooseok jinhoo)

Title: Crazy About You

VOCALS!! VERY GOOD album

Other favs: Give Love, PANDORA, Incredible,

Code Name: Arrow - 11th mini (no jinhyuk, wooseok, jinhoo)

Title: What If Love

puts you on the spot.

Other favs: Angel, Flash, Rewind

🍯🍯🍯

#up10tion #sorry this took 1000 years i was doing song rec research lmao #long post #answered ask #feel free to just randomly choose out of each album's recs :

[deeperdark]

sólo conmigo

↳ joel pimentel 

about: joel has a bit more of a jealous streak than he’d like to admit

author’s note: thank you for 400 followers? that’s so crazy? also i guess this goes out to miss @peachyvinyl because i didn’t know your name was lara until after i finished this lol enjoy

warning: mature content [dom!joel, choking, daddy kink, light bondage, sex toy usage, raw sex (wear condoms, folks), spit kink]

word count: 3k

richard had been eyeing her all night, watching the way she swirled her hips to the music that was blaring through the speakers in the living room. she looked so fucking delectable and he was just dying for a taste. she was always fairly receptive of his flirting, sometimes throwing a line or two back at him, so he figured tonight may as well be the night to act on it.

only, it wasn’t that simple. lara wasn’t richard’s for the taking in the way he thought she was; she and joel had been seeing each other— naked— for weeks and just hadn’t told anyone yet. joel prided himself on his discretion, believing that things of the sexual variety should be kept between partners instead of broadcasted for other people to know about. and lara knew this before getting involved with him, being one of his best friends, and he always had been quiet about his sexual escapades: which for some reason led her to believe that he was on the vanilla side, soft and romantic, and even a bit submissive. but she was sorely mistaken.

“that outfit, nena... it’s just not fair.” richard’s eyes raked her body shamelessly, wedging his bottom lip between his teeth as he caught her attention.

she giggled as her dancing slowed came to a halt, her hand reaching up to adjust the shirt strap of her matching pink set. “i have my moments.”

“they’re more than just moments, trust me.” heat flooded her face as he stepped closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist as the song changed to one of his current favorites: reggaeton by j balvin. “dance with me?”

lara couldn’t find it in herself to say no, too entranced by his body and demeanor to turn down the chance to dance so intimately. he swiftly turned her around so she faced away from him, the fluidity of the beat washing through them as they danced. she moved her hips in sync with his, letting him guide her to the beat both meticulously and effortlessly. he started to get a bit too handsy for it to just be for the sake of the dance but she loved it, her heart racing at the way his fingers curled around her frame. right as the song started to slow down he gripped her tighter, rotating his hips towards her in long suave strides.

joel didn’t like it one bit. he was watching from the kitchen, crumpled cup of water in hand as he watched them occupy the dance floor. he couldn’t storm up to them in a jealous rage without exposing his exploits with lara, so he focused on his breathing and waited for their two and a half minutes to end. when it did, she parted from him breathlessly with flushed cheeks and wild eyes. he couldn’t make out what she was saying to him but he was praying it wasn’t something along the lines of asking him for another dance.

he couldn’t bear being a bystander any more, abandoning his cup on the countertop before making his way over to the two. “hey, lara, i didn’t know you were still here. thought you said you were going home.” there was a certain glint in his eyes that told her not to embarrass him. they both very knew well that she hadn’t said anything about going home and that joel was just looking for an out.

she ignored his pressing gaze. “guess i got... distracted.”

“well i can give you a ride, i was just about to head out.”

richard cocked his eyebrow, picking up on the slightly territorial vibe that joel was giving off. he figured it probably had something to do a crush joel had on lara, the sting of unrequited love getting to the younger boy. he was going to interject, telling joel to chill out and let them enjoy themselves. but lara stepped in, flashing a smile at the both of them. “yeah! that’d be great, thanks.”

neither of them said anything on the car ride back to her apartment. lara wasn’t sure if he was mad or just wanted to pull her away from the party scene to have her all to himself. she normally would’ve rested her hand against the tight muscle of his thigh, a soothing gesture as he drove with only one hand bothering to grip the steering wheel. but she wasn’t sure of his intentions so she kept to herself, watching the cars they passed in the late hours of the night.

he got out of the car first, not mad enough to skip opening the car door for her or placing his hand on the small of her back as they walked up to her place. she keyed them in quickly, slipping out of her heels before locking the door behind them. joel wordlessly headed to her bedroom and that was lara’s cue to follow, her heart rate spiking and panties soaking as she trailed behind him.

joel stripped himself of his t-shirt, tossing it near her hamper out of habit. the full length mirror adjacent her bed caught his immediate attention, pulling her to rest against his chest as he stood in front of it. “do you like upsetting me, nena?” she shook her head slowly, afraid to look him in the eyes as he reprimanded her. “nuh-uh, up. tell me, do you like acting up?” his hand wrapped around her chin, forcing her head up so she’d look at him through the mirror.

“n-no, i don’t, i’m sorry.” 

his grip on her tightened as his other hand drifted against the front of her skirt, pressing against her core. “then tell me, baby, why did you tonight? why’d you dance with him instead of me?” she knew better than to explain herself to him. he didn’t really care if richard propositioned her or that the dance didn’t mean all that much to her. joel wasn’t looking for her excuses or justifications, he just wanted her to make up for it.

he unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles as he pulled the top off of her languidly. he licked his lips at the sight of her breasts on full display, letting his hands wander to tweak her nipples. she let out a sigh of content at the contact, pressing her ass against him. if he was in that mood he wouldn’t have let that slide, and most certainly would’ve punished her for doing anything without his permission.

“get on your knees.” she dropped down to her knees for him, staring at his commanding stance through the mirror. he looked dangerously calm as he palmed himself through his joggers, eyes fixated on her gorgeous body. “who do you belong to, babygirl?”

he joined her on the carpeted flooring, pushing down on her back to request for her to get on all fours. she winced as he pulled down her panties and spanked her roughly, not at all satisfied by her hesitance to respond. “you.”

“damn right.” he pushed down his pants and boxers just far enough to free his throbbing cock, lining up with her entrance before abruptly pushing in. his hips jutted forward until he bottomed out, hands reaching up to grasp her breasts. “get yourself off on me, princess.”

she thought it was a trap, some malicious trick that she’d be punished for acting upon. her only options were to either ask him if he was serious or to simply oblige, the former most likely leading her to punishment for questioning him. so she leveled herself on her hands, grabbing onto the short fibers of the carpet for support as she rolled her hips back onto him.

“that’s it, that’s a good girl.” he nudged her chin upward, locking eyes with her in the mirror as she continued to work her ass backwards. “look at yourself, you’re so pretty getting yourself off on me.”

lara couldn’t help the whimper that left her mouth, a desperate cry for more than what she was getting. she couldn’t ask him for more because that would be greedy, and he was already being gracious enough by letting her use him for her own pleasure after what she pulled with richard. but the curly red-haired man was far from her mind as joel kissed along her shoulder, letting his tongue dance against her warm skin as she tried to imitate the feeling he so easily gave her.

joel’s hands latched onto her waist as he started to thrust into her, his hips smacking against her ass mercilessly. her moans were spewing out of her at an alarming rate as he held onto her, her arms starting to give out as he picked up speed. there was the feeling she couldn’t replicate no matter how hard she tried, the intoxicating sensation of his cock filling her up so perfectly. “i’m the only one who can make you feel this good, baby. remember that.” he pulled her up by her hair, turning her head just a bit so he could whisper in her ear. “you gonna cum for daddy? like the little slut you are?”

she was chanting yes like was the only word she knew. lara was expecting him to pull away at any minute now, changing his mind and refusing to let her cum just yet: but he didn’t. he continued the delicious assault on her core all the way through her orgasm, clenching around him repeatedly as her eyes threatened to shut. “keep them open. look at me, nena.”

she pried her eyes open, keeping her eyes on him in her completely blissed out state. he loved seeing her like that, completely and utterly fucked for him and only him. his thrusts slowed to a stop before he pulled out of her, helping her to her feet as he rose to his. “get on the bed.”

joel retrieved one of the silk scarves she often fashioned around her hairline and something else she couldn’t see, glancing over to where she lay sprawled out for him. her breathing was still ragged as she recovered from the first state of euphoria, lips flushed a deeper pink as she awaited his next move. a chuckle tumbled past his lips at the soft gripe she croaked out upon seeing him finish undressing himself, his beautiful thighs calling her name. all it took was the slight shake of his head for her to know that she wouldn’t be getting that from him anytime soon. he settled between her legs on his stomach, grouping her hands together to rest atop her belly before tying them together with the tender fabric. “i promise i’ll be so good, daddy.”

“mmm, i know you will be.” joel pushed himself up on his hands to kiss her, his tongue overpowering hers as he pressed pause on his domineering role to show her a little love. his hand brushed along the side of her face lovingly as the kiss grew in intensity, lara tugging against the scarf, to no avail, out of habit of grasping the nape of his neck. he pulled away reluctantly, settling back between her legs with a light thud. she suddenly heard the unmistakable buzzing of her favorite toy, the small pink bullet vibrator that she’d used countless times while thinking of him. “stay still or else the rest of the night won’t be very good for you.”

he slid the vibrator along the inside of her thigh as his tongue laved along her glistening slit, a stifled moan reaching joel’s ears as he stopped at her clit. next was the other thigh as his lips puckered around her clit, free arm hooking around her leg to insure she wouldn’t move. he was dragging the vibrator dangerously close to her core and she knew she wouldn’t be able to obey him for very long. but she couldn’t tell him to stop because it felt too good.

his tongue circled her clit as he placed the bullet at her entrance and slipped it in, a choked sob tearing through her throat as she did her best not to move. “papi please, can i move?”

“but you’re doing so well. you can fight it, can’t you?”

it was rhetorical and she knew it, telling him no couldn’t possibly be an option here. “i-i think so.” he turned up the setting on the vibrator, shaking his tongue back and forth against her clit as his hands shoved her legs against the mattress. “i can’t! it’s too much, i can’t do it.” he could feel her thighs beginning to shudder beneath him, the denial to move far too overwhelming her as her orgasm crept up on her.

“you can move baby, it’s okay.” her legs instantaneously clamped around him, a cry of his name ringing through the air as she came again. her eyes rolled back as the vibrator buzzed unrelentingly, prolonging her orgasm as her back arched off the mattress. joel didn’t pull it out, though, letting it judder her walls as she cried out incomprehensibly. he turned down the setting, taking to out of her only to rub it against her throbbing clit, coating her in her juices indolently. 

he turned it off before she could reach her third high, licking the toy clean before placing back in her nightstand, returning to her shivering body with the cockiest smirk she’d ever seen. she let herself relax against the comforter, the sweat coating her skin cooling her down before she felt him tap his tip along her folds. “wait, wait, wait, i thought—”

“you thought we were finished? we’re far from it, pretty girl.”

her walls hugged him snuggly as he drove his hips into her, his length slipping into her easily with the slickness of her first two climaxes. “oh fuck, daddy.” he loved how responsive she was, so eager to please him and stroke his ego. her hands were clawing at his lower abdomen, so frantic in her need to touch him but his stance was unwavering. 

“just take this cock like a good girl and maybe i’ll untie you.” she was nodding for him without even thinking about it, pulling her bound hands away from his stomach so he wouldn’t put off her reward. the way his tip kept nudging past her g-spot had tears in her eyes, the air in her lungs dissipating as he slammed into her over and over again. “who fucks you this good?”

his fingers wrapped around her throat as he choked her, squeezing at the sides of her neck just the way he knew she loved it. “you, joel.” it was so raspy and wretched that he plunged into her deeper, his pubic bone grazing her clit with every gratifying push of his hips.

“who do you get this feeling with baby?”

“only w-with you.” 

he growled at her answer, drawing his free hand to her swollen bundle of nerves to rub circles into it. “only with me.” his primal possessiveness was enough to send her over the edge for the third time, creaming around his girth as her hips mindlessly bucked up towards his as the shockwaves overtook her body.

lara’s thighs were already sore from the night’s activities, the burn in her stomach from orgasm after orgasm leaving her sensitive to the slightest of touches. joel leaned down to kiss her again, moaning against her lips as his hands dipped down to untie her. her arms immediately wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer as their lips smacked in contrast to the silence surrounding them.

“can you gimme one more?”

she knew she could but she was just so sensitive. he had never overstimulated her like this and she was starting to think he had more limits of hers he planned on pushing. “one more.”

joel almost came right as he sheathed his cock back inside of her, the warm velvet of her walls like heaven after denying himself his own ecstasy for so long. he steadied himself on his forearms, snapping his hips forward wildly as she bit into her lower lip. “open up.” she gladly parted her lips, sticking out her tongue to accept the spit that dripped from his mouth into hers. “ay dios mio, such a fucking good girl.”

it wasn’t long before she was clenching around him again, legs twitching around him as chills ran down her spine. she tried to say something to encourage him, tell him how good he was to her and how he should cum, too. her throat was raw as she attempted to clear it, parting her lips ever so slightly to mumble, “cum inside me, daddy.”

his hips stuttered on command, his hot spurts of cum emptying inside of her as her teeth sunk into his shoulder. “take my cum, princess, just like the filthy cum slut you are.”

joel pulled out, much to her dismay, collecting his seed on his finger before licking it clean. her breath hitched at the feeling since she was still recovering, pulling the blankets up to cover herself. he joined her soon after, wrapping an arm around her soothingly.

“you know that i— you know i’m not interested in richard, right?” joel looked away from her, face going red from embarrassment. “he’s attractive and a great dancer, sure, but that’s all that was. i only wanna go home with you.”

“i... i know that, deep down maybe, but it’s hard to ignore the way you were looking at him.”

she peppered a kiss to the corner of his jaw, curling further into his chest. “whatever look was in my eye is nothing compared to what i feel for you. i promise.”

he let his head rest atop hers as exhaustion took over his body, sleeping lulling him in after having exerted so much energy. “good. but i only want you to dance like that with me from now on.”

#joel pimentel #joel pimentel smut #joel pimentel imagine #cnco #cnco smut #cnco imagine

[tabithasfantasies]

The Ride

Part 4

It must’ve been about 3am when I heard a truck door close waking me from my sleep. As I lay there on the couch I watch Howard come through the door and walk over to me. Without saying a word he picks me up in his arms and whispered in my ear “let’s go to bed babygirl.” Setting me down softly on the bed I roll over and watch as he strips down and climbs into bed with me. I snuggle up against him on my side looking at him as I lay my head onto his chest. He gently grabs my ass and pulls me tightly against him. Keeping his hand on my ass as we fall asleep with me feeling a state of love,happiness and fulfillment.

Waking up the next morning knowing it would be my last day with him for awhile I wanted to make it special. Easing out of bed I head into the kitchen and looking through the refrigerator and cupboards I found what I needed to prepare a nice breakfast of french toast,bacon and eggs. I start the coffee maker as I begin cooking. Twenty minutes later coffee and breakfast was ready. Setting our plates on the table I head back into the bedroom to wake him up. Nibbling on his ear while rubbing his chest I whisper “good morning my love” as his eyes open I lead him into the kitchen still buck naked. Now seated at the table we ate in silence as we gazed into each other’s eyes. After breakfast i took some of the now cool bacon grease and smeared it between my ass cheeks and into my love hole. Walking over to him I grabbed his limp cock guiding him to his feet as I lead him out of the cabin.

Now outside on the porch I sit him on a chair and kneel taking his cock into my mouth. Slowly sucking his massive meat rod. He quickly grows hard and I begin to sensually deep throat him going as deep as I could without gagging. Howard is now moaning as I continue my slow assault on his cock. “I’ve got to have you baby” as he pushed me off spinning me around and bending me over the porch railing. Spreading my ass cheeks he begins to lick my boipussy. I’m now hard and my clitty is dripping precum. He continues this for a few minutes until he stands up from the chair. He nestles his cock against my love entrance and slowly slides inside of me. I let out a squeal in pleasure and as I look out into the yard I see a couple deer watching us in our rut. Howard takes his time deep stroking me. We both begin to moan an groan. As Howard begins to pick up the pace the strokes become more shallow but are hitting me right on my prostate. I begin to shake violently all over and I scream out “I’m cumming daddy” he grips my hips tightly and continues at the same pace. Falling limp from such a powerful orgasm he slaps my ass “who’s your daddy” you are,you are I reply. Now he’s fucking me as hard as he can saying “take this cock babygirl” I’m screaming in pleasure fuck me daddy,fuck me daddy as I feel his cock swell inside of me my body again begins to tremble as he pushes in balls deep and explodes inside of me my whole body locks up squeezing every drop of cum out of him with my climax. He falls back into the chair in exhaustion pulling me with him still impaled on his cock.This causes him to get even deeper making me cum a third time. With us both wore out we sat there with his meat buried in me for a half hour recovering from our lovemaking.

Climbing off of his lap he slaps my ass and tell me I’m going to be the death of him but what a way to go. I head back inside and as I’m running my bath water he tells me “no time for that get ready we need to be at the clubhouse by noon.” So I fix my makeup and look through the closet to find something to wear. I find a pair of blue jeans with an upside down heart shaped cut out in the back. Now to find a top to go with the pants. I find a red leather teddy with lace up sides and a thong back that I settled on. I squeezed into the teddy with my DD breast forms stuffing the cups and creating cleavage. I had Howard pull the side laces tighter enhancing my figure. I then slipped on a pair of thigh high stockings before pulling on the blue jeans. Lastly I put on my red stilettos. The jeans fit perfectly and really accented my ass marvelously. While admiring myself in the mirror Howard presents a wig, it’s jet black and styled into a nice loosely braided ponytail. I try it on and I love it. Next he take a leather wrap and snaps it around the ponytail. He turns me around and kisses me on the forehead and says”babygirl you’re such a vixen but I’ve got one more thing I need you to wear.” Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a metal tag shaped like a cannon and attached it to my collar. He then slaps my ass and says “let’s ride”

After riding for about half an hour we pulled up to a closed down five and dime store with blacked out windows. Outside must have been thirty motorcycles with two club members watching over them. We parked and as we were heading inside one of the guards asked “so who’s the hottie there Howitzer” to which he replied “ Tabitha but she also goes by Vixen.” I feel the eyes upon me as we walk past and I hear one say “damn that’s one sweet ass.” Now inside I find it is decorated with sofas,tables and a bar. He leads me over to the bar and sits me on a barstool. A sexy redhead comes and he orders himself a bottle of Coors and I ordered a Jack and Coke. Once the drinks came he kissed me and left me alone at the bar. I watched as he headed into a back room until I heard hello I’m Cindy but they call me cinnamon. It was the barmaid I replied “hello I’m Tabitha but Howitzer told the guys outside that I go by Vixen.” She told me to “stand up and slowly turn around in a circle” so I did and then she told me that “Vixen fit me because that’s what I am.” We continued to chat with minor interruptions as she also worked the bar. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw my wife naked as a jaybird except for a collar being lead on all fours around the clubhouse on a leash with her handler announcing blowjobs $10 pussy $20 and ass $25.

I watched as man handed over $25 to her handler afterwards he dropped his pants and shoved his cock into her ass dry making her scream in pain as he fought to bury his average size cock into her. I was hard watching this seeing her being sold and abused. Tears were running down her face as he fucked furiously into her being cheered on by the crowd. Another biker approached her handler and gave him a ten dollar bill and pulled his big cock out and grabbed her head and began face fucking her. My wife’s face is now covered in black streaks from her mascara running as she is being fucked hard from both ends. The biker fucking her ass came first. He immediately pulled out and wiped his tool clean with her ass cheeks. It didn’t take much longer until a biker paid twenty to get at her pussy. He laid on the floor and made her ride him. He had a small dick and she easily took him in. Now in this position she was better able to satisfy the cock in her throat by using her hands too. It didn’t take long before he pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face and in her hair. There was now a line of bikers waiting to get at my wife. I felt an arm around my waist it was Howitzer. “Like the show he asked?” “That’s my wife” I replied. Keep your cool he whispered as he guided me into the back room.

Once inside I was introduced to three members who were seated at a table. It was the chapter President Mad Dog,Vice President Knuckle Head and secretary Splitter. I was told to take a seat so I sat down. Once seated Mad Dog explained why I was there. It was an investigation into the fight last night. He asked for my version of the events so I spoke up and said “we had came home and found an orgy going on in the living room Howitzer asked once for them to break it up but they kept fucking so he took his foot and nudged one guy off of the girl again saying break it up” Mad Dog says to continue to the part of Howitzer striking Birdman. So I continue “all of the guys jump up and put on their clothes when one of them said but you used to be ok with this and Howitzer replied yes but there’s a new lady of the house referring to me. That’s when Birdman says and I quote “fuck you and your bitch” Howitzer squared up to him and asked him what did you say. Birdman repeated what he said but this time called Howitzer an impotent old man. So Howitzer punched him once knocking him out.” With this Mad Dog dismissed me from the room.

Now out in the main part of the clubhouse I find my wife taking not one but two cocks in her pussy and one in her ass. She was orgasming one after another until she passed out from exhaustion. The bikers continued to fuck her until they busted their nuts in her or on her. I watched as her handler sold her again for $25 to a small biker. He walked over to her and stripped revealing a massive cock of 13” and rolled her onto her stomach. Grabbing her by her hair he slams his cock into her making Jennifer scream like a banshee. He pulls her hair harder making he arch her back as he began to fuck her. He’s now 10”deep and she’s crying in pain “please stop no more please stop I’ll suck you off.” The crowd starts chanting “Meat” over and over again as he fucks my wife. After about 15 minutes he pulled out moved to Jennifer’s face and emptied his balls all over her face. Her handler tugs at her leash and leads her into a dog kennel and she passed out in it.

I turn around to find Howitzer standing behind me.”So is Jen the chapter party slut really your wife?” He asked. Yes unfortunately I replied. “Great lawyer she is even gets the guys off outside of the courtroom.” Wanting to change the subject I asked “and how did your trial go daddy” he said “fine Birdman was denying the disrespect but your testimony helped seal his fate.” And that is I asked. “Well he got put on probation and has to do 500 hours of club service.” So did you get jealous from seeing your wife get gangbanged he asked. I replied “not jealous but excited” he then told me I could do it too if wanted it. I assured him by grabbing his package through his jeans and saying “this is all the cock I need,now let’s have another drink.” Sitting at the bar sipping my drink I ask “daddy when can you take me home” anytime you’re ready he replied. I finished my drink and daddy lead me to his chopper and rode me home. Now in front of my house we say our goodbyes and he tells me he wished that I could stay with him. I told him I’d be back at his place before next weekend. Following me up to my house we passionately made out for a few minutes until I pulled him inside ripped down his pants and sucked his cock one more time for the road. He came quickly this time filling my mouth with his sweet cum which I swallowed all of. Pulling me to my feet we kissed again. And he said “i love you and need you by next weekend you promise “ I replied “I love you too daddy and I promise.” He then walked out the door as I watched him ride off into the night.

The end

#the ride

[julianbrandtrelated]

I got an answer: 07-10-2019

You want it? You get it. This post is probably gonna be super loooong, so be prepared. Sorry if the spacing is weird, tumblr is a bitch. Of course, german + english. FYI: I was listing to Simmer by Mahalia and Babygirl by Shindy.

Julian Brandt:

In meinen Augen ist und bleibt Julian ein super zärtlicher Liebhaber. Zumindest meistens. Ich denke er gibt sehr gerne, möchte sich aber hin und wieder auch zurücklehnen und genießen könnten. Bei Julian ist Versöhnungssex eine große Sache, da wir ja wissen, dass er manchmal Sachen nicht ganz durchdenkt bevor er sie zum besten gibt. Dadurch, kann ich mir vorstellen, entstehen bestimmt auch in einer Beziehung mal Konflikt und so lässt sich das natürlich einfach wieder „klären“. Derber kann er aber sicherlich auch werden, vor allem dann wenn du frech bist und ihn auf die Palme bringst oder es bei einem Spiel nicht wie gewünscht lief. Dann werden natürlich sämtliche Positionen nach seinen Wünschen abgearbeitet. Selbstverständlich ist dann auch der Ton etwas rauer. Zum Ende gibt es natürlich wieder Streicheleinheiten. In my eyes Julian is and remains a super tender lover. Most of the time at least. I think he likes to give very much, but would also like to lean back and enjoy from time to time. For Julian, make-up sex is a big deal, because we know that sometimes he doesn't think things through before he talks about them. This, I can imagine, will certainly lead to conflict in the relationship and so it can of course simply be “clarified". But he can certainly also become a bit rougher, especially if you are cheeky and get him on his toes or if it didn't go as planned in a game. Then, of course, all positions are processed according to his wishes. Of course the sound is a bit rougher then too. At the end, of course, cuddle time.

Julian liebt es zu Kuscheln, kein Geheimnis. Wahrscheinlich muss er eher dich zum Kuscheln zwingen, nicht du ihn. Er scheint ein sehr anhänglicher und liebebedürftiger Liebhaber zu sein, welcher sich auch nicht ziert offen nach Aufmerksamkeit zu verlangen. Julian loves to cuddle, no secret. He'll probably have to force you to cuddle with him, not you him. He seems to be a very affectionate and loving lover, who also does not hesitate to demand attention openly.

Julian teilt nicht gerne. Ich denke schon, dass er ein recht eifersüchtiger Typ ist. Wahrscheinlich ist er einer, der es eher verheimlicht und so tut als wäre nichts. Logischerweise sprechen aber seine schlechte Laune und abweisende Art Bände. Solange er deinen Kumpel kennt, mit dem du abhängst, und er für sich selbst sicher feststellen kann, dass dort keine romantischen Gefühle im Spiel sind, wird es wohl in Ordnung gehen. Geht es jetzt aber um irgendeinen, ihm fremden Typen aus deinem Freundeskreis, von dem er vielleicht auch vorher noch nie was gehört hat, sowas wird ihm sicherlich ein wenig Kopfzerbrechen bereiten, denn du bist natürlich ein Teil seiner Familie und das soll auch so bleiben. Julian doesn't like to share. I do think he's a jealous guy. He's probably one to hide it and pretend it's nothing. Logically, however, his bad mood and dismissive nature speak volumes. As long as he knows your buddy you're hanging out with, and he can tell for sure for himself that there are no romantic feelings in play, it's likely to be okay. But if it’s about some strange guy from your circle of friends, of whom he may have never heard anything before, something like that will certainly cause him some headaches, because of course you are a part of his family and that should remain like that.

Romantik wird bei Julian nicht an erster Stelle stehen. Ich glaube kaum, dass man von ihm herzerweichende Worte erwarten kann. Er wird schon mal einen romantischen Abend planen können, aber irgendwo ist dann bei ihm wohl auch Schluss. Bei ihm schwingt bei mir irgendwie immer das Gefühl mit, dass er vieles nicht ganz ernst nimmt und eher über romantische Aktionen, wie ein 12-jähriger, schmunzelt. Romanticism won't be Julian's number one priority. I don't think you can expect him to say words that will set your heart racing. He'll be able to plan a romantic evening, but that’s probably it. With him I always get the feeling that he doesn't take many things very seriously and rather smiles about romantic actions, like a 12-year-old.

Verwöhnt wirst du mit vielen Streicheleinheiten. Er wird auch sehr viel Wert darauf legen, dass ihr euch oft seht, er ist ja doch immer mal unterwegs und hat Termine, kann man also auch nicht als völlig selbstverständlich ansehen. Julian wird auch sehr gerne mit dir Essen gehen und das nicht nur bei McDonald’s. Sonst gibt es natürlich hier und da mal ein paar Ohrringe, Schuhe oder Handtaschen. You will be spoiled with a lot of cuddle time. He will also pay attention the fact that you often see each other, he’s quite often on the road and has appointments, so you can't take it for granted either. Julian will also love to take you out to dinner and not only at McDonald's. Otherwise there are of course here and there some earrings, shoes or handbags.

Vorlieben, ganz allgemein. Julian Brandt ist für mich der Inbegriff von einem Feedbackficker. Er hört äußerst gerne wie gut er im Bett ist. Eine seiner weiteren Vorlieben ist Schlafen. Ich bin sehr überzeugt, dass er gerne und, wenn möglich, auch lange schläft. Sonst, er hört gerne Musik und zockt sehr gerne und intensiv. Besondere Vorliebe: Shoppt gerne hässliche Lappen und nennt diese Kleidung. Preferences, in general. Julian Brandt is for me the epitome of a feedbackfucker. He likes to hear how good he is in bed. One of his other preferences is sleeping. I am very convinced that he likes to sleep and, if possible, sleep for a long time. Otherwise, he likes listening to music and playing playstation very much and intensively. Special Preference: Likes to shop for ugly rags and calls them clothes.

Stöhnen? Zwei Wörter. Moan Compilation. Safe ist er lauter als du. Moaner? Two Words. Moan Compilation. He’s probably louder than you.

Das erste „Ich Liebe Dich“ kommt unverhofft, zufällig und von Julian. Wahrscheinlich durftest du Fortnite bei ihm spielen und überrascht ihn mit deinen Skills und dann rutscht es ihm einfach so raus. Komplett überwältigt. The first “I love you” comes unexpected, by chance and from Julian. Probably you were allowed to play Fortnite with him and surprise him with your skills and then it just slips out. Completely overwhelmed.

Niklas Stark:

Niklas. Der kleine Welpe Niklas. Ich glaube wir unterschätzen Niklas gewaltig. Er wirkt immer so niedlich, unschuldig und manchmal auch ein wenig trottelig. Im Bett, kann ich mir vorstellen, ist nichts mehr vom drolligen Welpen übrig. Er weiß was er will und was ihm gefällt. Ich will trotzdem daran glauben, dass er manchmal zu schüchtern ist dir zu sagen, wenn er mal etwas spezielleres ausprobieren will. Du den Ton öfters im Bett angeben und er, genüsslich, folge leisten. Die ganze Sache kann sich selbstverständlichen auch drehen. Hat er einen schlechten Tag und du nervst ihn auch noch mit belanglosen Sachen? Liebe Grüße an deinen Hinten. Niklas. The little puppy Niklas. I think we underestimate Niklas enormously. He always seems so cute, innocent and sometimes a little clumsy. In bed, I can imagine, there is nothing left of the cute puppy. He knows what he wants and what he likes. I still want to believe that sometimes he's too shy to tell you when he wants to try something more special. You often set the tone in bed and he, pleasurably, follows. The whole thing can of course turn itself around. Is he having a bad day and you're pissing him off with petty things? Greetings to your butt.

Welpen schmusen gerne, so auch Niklas. Er ist bestimmt auch ein recht anhänglicher Typ, jedenfalls im privaten Bereich. Wenn er könnte, würde er den ganzen Tag nur mit dir auf der Couch verbringen. Kuscheln stell ich mir auch alleine durch seine Größe und Kraft so angenehm vor, wenn du dann auf der Couch eingeschlafen bist, trägt er dich safe auch ins Bett. Puppies like to cuddle, so does Niklas. I'm sure he's also a very affectionate guy, at least in his private life. If he could, he'd spend all day with you on the couch or in bed. I imagine cuddling also alone by his size and strength so pleasant, if you then fall asleep on the couch, he will carry you to bed.

Ich glaube auch hier, dass Niklas schon recht eifersüchtig sein kann, das aber offen zeigt. Er wird das safe ansprechen wenn ihm eine Beziehung die du zu einem Kumpel hast, nicht passt, beziehungsweise seiner Meinung nach zu eng ist. Wir haben ja schon festgestellt, dass Niklas dich wie eine Königin verehren wird und dich natürlich auch nicht verlieren will. Deshalb ist er wahrscheinlich nicht so der Freund davon, wenn du mit anderen Typen chillst und er nicht dabei ist. I also believe that Niklas can be quite jealous, but shows it openly. He will talk about it if a relationship you have with a buddy doesn't suit him, or is too close in his opinion. We have already noticed that Niklas will worship you like a queen and of course does not want to lose you. That's why he's probably not so happy when you chill with other guys and he's not there.

Niklas hat eine romantische Ader. Er kennt dich gut genug und weiß wie er dich um den Finger winkeln kann. Er macht bestimmt auch volles Programm mit Anzug,Musik und Rosenblättern hin und wieder wenn du beispielsweise mal einen schlechten Tag hattest oder er unterwegs war und ihr euch deshalb nicht sehen konntet. Niklas has a romantic streak. He knows you well enough and knows how to wrap you around his finger. He certainly does a full program with suit, music and rose petals every now and then, for example if you had a bad day or he was away and you couldn't see each other.

Verwöhnt wird im Hause Stark mit vielen Geschenken. Da gibt’s alle paar Tage was schickes zum Anziehen oder eine teure Handtasche, weil er wahrscheinlich glaubt, dass er dich nur so halten kann. Bestimmt ist er auch ein Blumenfan und schenkt dir gerne welche. Wenn die Beziehung dann etwas älter ist, gibt’s als Geschenk vielleicht sogar einen Welpen. The Stark house spoils you with many gifts. Every few days there's something fancy to wear or an expensive handbag because he probably thinks he can only hold you that way. I'm sure he's a flower fan too, and he'll be happy to give you some. When the relationship is a little older, you might even get a puppy as a present.

Wie gesagt, Niklas weiß safe auf was er steht und was er will. Ich denke er ist eher so der Geber im Bett und legt deshalb äußerst gerne die mündliche Prüfung bei dir ab. Er zockt bestimmt auch recht oft, vor allem wenn du keine Zeit für ihn hast, oder er hört Musik. Besondere Vorliebe: Haarpflegeprodukte kaufen und sie nie verwenden. Like I said, Niklas knows what he likes and what he wants. I think he is rather the giver in bed and therefore likes to take the oral exam with you. He probably plays playstation a lot too, especially when you don't have time for him, or he listens to music. Special preference: Buy hair care products and never use them.

Ich bin mir ziemlich sicher, dass Niklas auch mal laut sein kann im Bett, es aber eher dir überlässt. Er verbringt ja seine meiste Zeit zwischen deinen Beinen, da braucht er ja auch gar nicht laut zu sein. I am pretty sure that Niklas can also be loud in bed, but rather leave it to you. He spends most of his time between your legs, he doesn't need to be loud there.

Niklas würde am liebsten schon nach ein paar Tagen „Ich Liebe Dich“ sagen, weiß aber, dass es wahrscheinlich ein wenig zu viel ist. Ich denke du wirst es zu erst sagen, und er direkt hinterher weil er schon so lange wartet, es aber nicht vorher sagen wollte um dich nicht zu überfordern. Niklas would like to say “I love you" after a few days, but knows that it is probably a little too much. I think you'll say it first, and he'll say it right afterwards because he's been waiting so long, but didn't want to say it before so as not to overstrain you.

Roman Bürki:

Roman ist und bleibt für mich ein Daddy, der es gerne etwas härter hat. Um den wirklich harten Roman herauszukitzeln musst du seine Nerven schon gehörig strapazieren, was hin und wieder einfach sein muss. Mit Roman macht wahrscheinlich sogar diskutieren Spaß, weil du einfach weißt was dann später passieren wird. Roman gibt natürlich so gut wie immer den Ton an. Ausnahmen gibt es auch, vielleicht dann wenn er keinen so guten Tag hatte und eher mal dir die Kontrolle überlässt. Einfach zurücklehnen und sich von dir verwöhnen zu lassen nach einem anstrengenden Training. Was kann Daddy Roman mehr wollen? Roman is and will always be a daddy to me who likes it a little harder. In order to tickle out the really hard Roman you have to strain his nerves a lot, which has to be done every now and then. With Roman it's probably even fun to discuss, because you just know what will happen later on. Roman, of course, almost always sets the tone. There are exceptions too, maybe when he didn't have such a good day and lets you take control. Just sit back and let him be pampered by you after a hard workout. What more can daddy roman want?

Ich glaube mit Roman kann man auch gut kuscheln, auch wenn er’s vielleicht nicht immer zu will und du ihn eventuell auch mal zwingen musst. Wenn du dann aber mit ihm auf der Couch oder im Bett liegst, er dann seine starken Arme um dich schließt, ist die Sache doch schon gelaufen. Ob du ihn dann vorher nerven musstest oder er von ganz alleine angekrochen kam, schon vergessen. I think with Roman you can also cuddle well, even if he may not always want to and you might have to force him sometimes. But if you lie with him on the couch or in bed, and he closes his strong arms around you, things are already over. Whether you had to annoy him before or he came crawling all by himself, it’s all forgotten already.

Einerseits denke ich ist Roman die Eifersucht in Person und tötet einfach jedes männliche Wesen in deinem Umkreis mit seinem Blick. Andererseits interessiert es ihn wahrscheinlich überhaupt nicht was du mit deinen Kumpels machst, weil er einfach so selbstgefällig ist und weiß was du an ihm hast. Es gibt definitiv auch bei Roman Grenzen, die klärt er dann aber mit deinem Kumpel direkt. On the one hand, I think Roman is jealousy in person and simply kills every male being in your circle with his gaze. On the other hand, he probably doesn't care at all what you do with your buddies because he's just so complacent and knows what you have with him. There are definitely limits to Roman, but he clarifies them directly with your buddy.

Irgendwie schätze ich Roman nicht als Romantiker ein. Hier mal ein paar Blumen, da mal ein netter Abend, dass war’s dann aber auch schon. Für die Romantik bist du im Hause Bürki zuständig. Mit ein bisschen Überredungskraft  legt er sich aber auch mit dir in die Badewanne voller Rosenblätter. Somehow, I don't consider Romantic to be a romantic. Here a few flowers, there a nice evening, but that’s it. You are responsible for the romance in the Bürki house. But with a little persuasion, he will lie down in the bathtub full of rose petals with you.

Muss er dich wirklich noch verwöhnen? Dir gehört Roman fucking Bürki. Nichtsdestotrotz sponsert er dir zuverlässig alles was du dir nur wünscht und du musst nicht mal was sagen. Schmuck, Schuhe und wenn du ganz artig warst wartet vielleicht auch mal ein Benz vor der Haustür. Er kann dich natürlich auch sehr gut mit seinen Händen verwöhnen. Immer schön lieb sein zu Daddy Roman, dann gibt’s auch eine Massage. Does he really have to spoil you? You can call Roman fucking Bürki yours. Nevertheless, he reliably sponsors everything you wish for and you don't even have to say anything. Jewelry, shoes and if you were very well-behaved there might be a Benz waiting at the front door. He can also spoil you very well with his hands, of course. Be nice to Daddy Roman, then you'll get a massage.

Vorlieben technisch sagt Roman zu nichts „Auf gar keinen Fall!“ im Bett. Er möchte dich gerne rannehmen so wie er gerade Bock drauf hat. Roman zockt ja auch gerne mal und hört auch Musik. Besondere Vorliebe: Tattoos stechen lassen, die von mir gestochen sein könnten. Preferences technically, Roman doesn't say “Absolutely not!" to anything in bed. He'd like to do you just like he wants to. Roman also likes to play playstation and listens to music. Special Preference: Getting Tattoos that could have been stung by me.

Roman ist bestimmt ein ruhiger Typ im Bett, der nicht so viel von sich gibt. Er hört lieber dir zu und grinst dabei so selbstgefällig. Roman is probably a quiet guy in bed who doesn't give so much of himself. He'd rather listen to you and grins so smugly.

Ich denke das erste „Ich Liebe Dich“ kommt von dir. Er, als der ältere in der Beziehung, lässt sich da ein wenig Zeit und zeigt es dir lieber durch Taten das er dich sehr gerne bei sich hat. Irgendwann, nach ein paar Monaten, kann er es wahrscheinlich nicht mehr aushalten und gesteht dir seine Liebe in einem ruhigen Moment. I think the first “I love you" comes from you. He, as the older one in the relationship, takes his time and shows it to you rather by actions that he likes to have you with him. Sometime, after a few months, he probably can't stand it anymore and confesses his love in a quiet moment.

#question of the day #julian brandt #niklas stark #roman bürki

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Your Public Kink (M) [R]

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MASTER LIST

Namjoon

Telling Namjoon about your kinks has certainly got to be the most awkward conversation of your entire life. He just sat you down and asked you, unashamedly, “What are your kinks?” 

He even started writing it down as you listed them off.

So then you got to exhibitionism and he stopped, looking up at you with excitement in his eyes. “You like... doing stuff in public?”

“Yeah,” you reply, embarrassed. “I don’t know, I mean, I guess just the idea of getting caught is...”

“...super hot?”

“Exactly,” you laugh.

“Great! We’ll have to try that one day,” he says, unfazed. “Okay, what’s next?”

Seokjin

You’re such putty in Jin’s hands, he could legitimately fuck you in public and you’re fairly certain you’d be okay with that.

Actually, you’re entirely certain you’d be okay with that. Maybe that’s why Jin had brought you here in the first place.

It’s a fairly secluded park, but not so secluded that you’re not risking the chance of being caught. Anyone could walk by at anytime. Anyone could walk by and see the way that your boyfriend is so mercilessly pounding into you. 

“More?” he asks.

“Yes, please!”

“Fuck, you really like this don’t you?”

“Yes!”

Yoongi

You don’t really have to tell Yoongi about your exhibitionist streak because it’s just so obvious to him. The way your face heats up. The way you nervously pull at your clothes. The way you cling ever so tighter to him. And the way you never cease to pounce on him as soon as you’re alone. 

He notices all of this, so of course he makes the most of it. 

You notice his first blatantly obvious move when you’re sitting in the darkness of a cheap movie theater and his hand starts to creep up your leg.

“Yoongi?” you whisper. 

“Don’t worry, babygirl.”

“B-But, we’re in public...”

“Isn’t that what you like about it?”

“W-Well, I mean, I,” you stammer. “How did you...”

“You’re not exactly subtle, babe. Now sit back and enjoy the movie.”

Hoseok

Perhaps the reason you and Hoseok work so well is that you complete each other. Two halves to a whole. 

And so of course, Hoseok is the exhibitionist to your voyeurist. 

You watch intently as Hoseok kisses another girl. He trails her body with his lips, and she keens at him, eager to feel him inside of her. He takes his sweet time though, elongating the show because really, all of this is for you. 

“Ready, babe?” he asks you.

“Yeah,” you breathe huskily. “Go ahead and fuck her for me.”

Jimin

When you told Jimin about your voyeurism kink, you’re honestly not all that surprised when you find out he has one too. He’s just as kinky as you are, really. 

Thus landing you where the two of you are now: you making out with a stranger of Jimin’s choice and Jimin fingering a girl of your choice. The both of you are getting off on the actions of it all, but mostly the watching of each other. 

The man working on your body is good, sure, but nothing quite gets you going like seeing Jimin make another girl a moaning mess under him. You can tell it works for Jimin, too.

Good thing he’s also a little bit jealous, too, so he’ll be sure to properly remind you who you belong to after this is over. 

Taehyung

Taehyung is so adorably shy when he finds out about your kink. 

“R-Really?” he asks. “In public.”

“Yeah,” you reply while biting your lip. “I know it’s kinda weird but...” “No, no! I actually think it’s kind of hot.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” he says with an enthusiastic nod. “Maybe we could try something?”

The mere idea of it has your panties dampening. “Yes!”

Jungkook

Jungkook, the competitive little brat that he is, always finds new games—new competitions—to win.

So when he discovers your exhibitionist kink, you can effectively consider it your end. 

He’s touching you, playing with you, teasing you every second that he can. In a restaurant, he’ll have his fingers up your skirt. While standing behind you in line he’ll be palming your ass. Sometimes he’ll switch it up and tease your breasts instead. 

Of course the whole game for him is watching you whimper and squirm while trying to keep your cool, even though the watchful gazes of a few hungry people are turning you on even more. 

He wins every time you beg him to take you home.

#bts #bts smut #btssmut #bts scenario #bts scenarios #bts reaction #bts reactions #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts kim namjoon #bts kim seokjin #bts min yoongi #bts jung hoseok #bts park jimin #bts kim taehyung #bts jeon jungkook #rm #bts rm #suga #bts suga #jhope #bts jhope #v #bts v

[parkjmini]

bts as fuckboys

[a/n]: inspired by @sweetersuga  | original post: x i wrote it as the perspective that you’re already close friends w them/have been with them before !!

Seokjin

he’s the funny, sarcastic one where he could be kind of mean bc he takes it a lil far

“you’re such trash you sleep with every girl”

“at least I can get someone to sleep with me”

he flashes a smile in the hall bc he KnOws iT GeTs oN YouR NeRveS

“When’s my birthday”

“January 1st bc u set off my fireworks baby”

“i am disgusted”

piggy back rides on those goddamn strong broad set of shoulders ooffff

“I’ll call you, ya?”

He never calls u bc he probably forgot too busy improvin himself

you have a streak with him and all he sends are selfies with the caption “I hope your day is as beautiful as I am (:”

He catches you staring in class one day and he’s like “take a pic, it’ll last longer babe”

And omg he ACTUALLY TELLS YOU TO TAKE A PHOTO OF HIM

so now u have a gallery full of jin and he wont let u delete them bc he thinks they’re all masterpieces you do too but youd never admit it

the only fuckboy that’s tolerable bc he’s rlly just a big goof 

“why don’t you ever have sleeves on your shirt jin”

“these shoulders are on display, honey, can’t cover up the jewels”

he’s kind of obnoxiously loud that u want to shove ur fist into his mouth to sh u t  him uP 

“dude, jimin’s hot”

“okay but so am i ??”

“ok ya youre really hot but so is jimin”

“jiMIN (Y/N) THINKS YOU’RE—-”

“–ANNOYING THANKS SEOKJIN PLS SHUT UP WHY R U STILL TALKING WOW”

“just trying to get my baby some more dick jeEZ”

Yoongi

“hey yoongs why dont we go on a date??”

“uuhhhhhh since when were we dating? lmao dont trip” 

gets a new number every 2 months bc he loves fucking w them crazy bitches too much

“sometimes you need to mess around with the ones who can bite off your dick, being risky is hot (-;”

“BEinG riSkY iS hOt ya u wont have a penis anymore at the rate you’re going”

kind of smells like a mixture of alcohol and cologne 

hand-on-ass-when-he-hugs

“let’s play a game, if u lose u have to take off ur clothes, if i lose u have to take off ur clothes”

“wait but yours stay on ?? wtf yoongi??”

“no mine will come off right after i see u naked (;”

the one to play with the ends of your skirt/dress/shirt bc it gets u so flustered and he lives seeing u flustered 

straight up Arrogantᵀᴹ at times its hot but ur so annoyed by it that u wanna knock some sense into him

wont ask for nudes but will ask to see some goods

“can i see ur tits”

“for the 4039th time, no”

“well, a man can try”

SMIRKY MC SMIRKY HERE like it just comes OUT of NOWHERE and it is OUT to ATTAC 

u dont have a snap streak w him bc it always breaks bc he replies every 3 years bc he was “busy”

but he’s always the fourth person to like your instagram posts???????

and to comment the water droplet/eye/tongue emoji combo ????

loves when u swat his hands away from gripping your thigh 

Hoseok

(i wanted to use this gif but it was so big and rectangle and didnt fit but u need to see that gif to really take in the fuckboy bc i cannot find a representation as accurate as that gif is)

always greeting you whenever he sees you

“hey babygirl”

“hoseok we just saw each other in chemistry”

“ok and????? can’t i say hi to my baby?”

“but im not”

“lmao every girl is my baby”

raises his eyebrows any time you fix your dress or your shirt

asks to borrow a pencil and never returns it

“where is my pencil hoseok”

“where is my kiss (y/n)”

“we didnt agree to that”

“well i didnt agree to give it back”

“dO u NoT kNOW whAT BoRRoW meANS”

loves to share so he shares a lot of his snacks with u

“omg i love snacks!!”

“oh baby me too” and trust me, he’s not talking about the food

has the brightest, kindest smile so it catches you off guard when he says some snarky fuckboy comment

loves physical contact !!!!! always has a hand on your back, or shoulder, or thigh, or hand, or arm

lip LICKING PARDON ME HIS TONGUE IS UNCONTROLLABLE

lets you wear his hats/jackets/hoodies bc he thinks youre sooo cute in his clothes

he walks around school with his hands in his pockets like a doUCHEBAG

catches you off guard by spinning you around with his arm around your waist 

uses the line “im a dancer” to get girls what an eyeroll

the type to drag you onto the middle of the dance floor at a club just so he could show off his skillz which are actually super bomb like even ur impress and uve seen them 308443 times

he got that sweatpants dick print 

Namjoon

changes his contact name to Daddy on your phone

Mr. Ass Man he loves ass ASS ASS ASS SO MUCH ASS BIGGEST ASS LOVER

“oh shit did you see her ass”

“look here bootylover123 stfu”

winks at you a lot in the halls 

“do you have a fucking eye problem namjoon”

“its a wink” 

“u do it so much that im beginning to think youre eye is having a spasm 

lets you copy his homework if he got a hug in return

the type to comment a peach emoji on your instagram photos even if there is no butt involved

loves when you sit on his lap 

one time there weren’t enough seats on the bus and he patted his leg for you to sit

“i know you hate standing (y/n), take a seat itll be fine”

“why can’t u be a gentleman and give up your seat for me?”

*alMOST CHOkES from LAUGHING* “me???!!! a gentleman??? wow u expect too much, just sit your big ass down on daddy’s lap or suffer standing”

buys you lunch bc he loves showing off his e x p e n s i v e w a l l e t 

he could go from having a full blown brilliant monologue as to why he exists to giggling about how your moles r arranged into the shape of a penis 

calls girls mami or ma 

asks for ass pics at like 1:32 AM 

and u send him pictures of ur elbow crease 

and he actually thinks its ur butt

BLASTS baby makin music from his car and causes a public disturbance 

has the highest count of broken beds, not bc of a high body count, but bc he actually breaks the bed everytime he sleeps w someone

Jimin

spaces out when ur wearing a low cut top bc hes too busy staring at ur cleavage 

his streak snaps are either mirror pics, his abs, mirror pic of his abs, and occasional dick pics

“wanna play 20 questions (;”

“we’ve played 20 questions like 20 times already”

“ok gr8 ill start first: will u let me hit it from the back??”

offers to netflix and chill all the time and it sux bc he actually knows all ur fav shows

ok let me reiterate, jimin knows all ur favorite anythings bc he listens to u 75% of the time bc he thinks ur voice is sexy 

will never fail to compliment you when u look good 

“damn baby, is this all for me????”

“no i just dont want to look like a hobo today”

gets super jealous when any other guys speak to u even tho hes piping down like 8 other girls 

“jimin they’re my frIENDS ur not even my bf why u tripping”

“they arent acting like theyre ur friends. i know fuckboy behavior when i see it (y/n) its my occupation, i do the same shit w girls”

“thats good then, someone else wants me too”

“not good bc ur HOT ASS IS MINE )-:”

youre saved as #1 babygirl on his phone no objections

walks into class with a new hickey in a new place every day 

he has SEX EYES u could never look him directly in the eyes bc theyre so captivating 

fucking walks like an arrogant prick down the hall and whistles when u pass 

brags about his big dick when its honestly not as exaggerated as he says 

has a picture of you in one of his shirts as his homescreen wallpaper 

Taehyung

“i wont show anyone, im not messed up like that” yea be careful w this one honey, pretty sure jungkook, hobi, yoongs, namjoon all know how ur tits look like

has the perfect innocent face where u have no idea that he’s fucking 4 other girls

always responds after 12 am and calls u at 3 am 

“tae im fucking sleeping”

“damn thats hot what else u doin??”

“hanging up on u goodbye im going to block ur number”

“pls don-”

uses the line, “i just dont think we’re compatible” on E V Ery GIRL 

offers to hangout but never follows up with it bc he’s never seen out in public with a girl unless its his momma 

“jasmine is telling everyone you gave her chlamydia, u get checked bro??”

“dont worry about it”

body count means a lot to him 

loves hugs bc he likes feeling boobs squished against him

sometimes INTENTIONALLY lowers his voice bc he KNOWS ur into that shit 

thinks youre playing hard to get when rlly u just dont care lol

“i know u want all of this, (y/n)”

“i think ur mistaken”

“right bc i want all of u (:” 

“ya tae let’s not get ur feelings mixed w mine ok thx u”

NO SUCH THING AS PERSONAL SPACE the boy is a koala and will latch onto u 

Jungkook

the biggest fuckboy of them all

has slept w almost every girl in the school and is v proud of it

“what’s your name again”

“rlly jungCOCK” 

“ok (y/n) i know ur fkcing name so can u learn mine”

u dont think he’s ever had a gf b4 bc he doesnt believe in labels OR commitment which hes pretty vocal abt 

unlike jimin, he doesnt own up to his dick pics and swears that they were “”accidents””

SCrEENsHOTS! but ur smart so ur face is NEVER in ur pics

“who’s boobs r on ur phone kook”

“yours”

“you WOULDNT DARE”

“i dont have photogenic memory (y/n) i wanted to remember those cuties without a shirt on (;”

looks too fucking good w a fresh cut that u need to avoid him in the halls or ull melt to goo

only owns white tees and timbs lmao hahahaha 

smirks when you bend down to pick something up 

that or he yells, “one more time, babe!”

“wat u doin”

“showering”

“without me!!1???” 

he’s on tinder too so once he’s done with the sampling pool at school, he can broaden his horizons 

a car enthusiast and will get offended if u dont think his rims r cool

thinks youre really hot when you yell at him or hurt his feelings 

youre his prized possession bc he actually likes talking to u but will never admit it 

has a specific nickname for u that he doesnt call his other girls bc its YOURS !! 

“hey cutie”

“hey jungCOCK”

hates the nickname jungCOCK 

#bts #bts scenarios #bts as things #bts scenario #bts imagines #bts imagine #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jung jungkook #seokjin #yoongi #suga #hoseok #jhope #rap monster #namjoon #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop scenario #kpop imagines #kpop funny #bts smut #kpop smut

[imogensinclair]

hiiii !! under the cut is a short introduction for my babygirl imogen. i'm still trying to figure her out so please bear with me. anyways, you should come and plot with meeee. ( will be posting a short blurb for luna too, sooooon. )

cheerleader. student council president. honor roll. prom queen. high school sweethearts—imogen seemed to have everything she could ever wished for during her senior year in high school. all of the students looked up to her and every girl wished they had the enviable relationship she had with her boyfriend. they were the power couple, dated for all four years of high school and already had plans of getting married after college. but just before graduation, all of her hopes and dreams were shattered as she caught him cheating on her with one of her friends. devastation and rage filled her heart that she wouldn't even hear his explanation before saying it's over. with a broken heart, she ended up sleeping with a stranger she didn't know the name of, which led to her getting pregnant. she always wanted to be a mother, but not in this way--she didn't want her child to grow up without a father so she put her up for adoption. it was the biggest regret of her life.

unlike hera, she wasn't cruel or vindictive--but she did have a jealous streak that couldn't be matched. it was her weakness, the reason why none of her relationships ever worked after highschool. she always find faults in the men she dated. even if they just spare a glance at another girl, she would begin to lose her temper. there was no excuse in the way she acted, but her self esteem that has been lowered after catching her ex cheating on her made her quite insecure. after her failed relationships, she was reluctant on trying again. but with hera now inhabiting her body, some of those things may begin to change as the goddess slowly regains her true self. still, she had a soft heart that just wanted to be love, that just wanted to get married and have her own happy ever after.

it was probably the reason why she ended up being a wedding planner when she actually finished a degree in business administration. the thought of marriage just warms her heart and one day, she wanted to arrange her on. she wants to make everything perfect for the couple getting married, especially for the woman to get everything she wanted her wedding day.

#olympusintro #olympusplot