#i am better at harp now

[fructidors]

my toxic trait is mishearing all the guitars and cellos in early hifi tmg songs as harps

#this is about you linda blair is born innocent #actually the first thing i ever taught myself by ear on my harp was a little riff from autoclave #it was four notes and it took me two hours #i am better at harp now

[ereborne]

✨⚡️ Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ⚡️✨

Tagged by @acountrygirlsfun (a couple times by now, though not actually this most recent time, but I figure it still counts!) Thank you, Caitlin <3 <3 <3

Helix took a deep breath in, counted four flashes of the desperate direct-@ lights coming in from his side chat panels, and breathed out.  His voice came out steady, and miraculously casual.  "We understand why you did it. You were trying to keep our brothers safe." He watched Harp's eyes go wide at the 'our' brothers. Like he hadn't expected the rest of them to claim the Corries. Because he'd been hiding from them just like from the longnecks, he had falsified his— Deep breath in. Two flashes, no time for longer, leave no silence for Harp to panic in.  Breathe out. Keep going. 

This is not seven sentences, but it's also largely not complete sentences anyway, and it is literally what I just seconds ago finished writing. Still counts!

No-pressure tagging uhhh @ialpiriel, @goingsparebutwithprecision, @anaclastic-azurite, anybody else who might want to play?

#tagged by #acountrygirlsfun #I should be taking a shower and going to sleep but this scene isn't clicking so rather than getting frustrated I'm posting it here #I will have to go back through in my rewrites later and make sure everyone doesn't have their breakdowns in the same way #I do a bit better when the characters are speaking out loud #but for internal thought processes I tend to end up with them all sounding suspiciously similar to my own. whoops #anyway this is more of the good data management AU! we've just learned that the Corrie Guards Are Not Okay #and now most everybody else is also Not Okay! we're having bad times today folks #in the story I mean. I had a fine day! #and though it is emotionally fraught and currently fighting me I am still very happy to be getting back to my beloved Guard #Harp's a medic OC and I adore him and he and the Guard he's trying so hard to take care of really deserve a break #and now their brothers are a little more aware (seriously they have only just nicked the tippest bit of iceberg) of how not okay they are #a break they shall shortly receive!! #(it's gonna come with a double helping of Bother so they won't be very grateful. but they will be better rested and that's what matters)

[prime-adeptus]

just a temporary thing for Lyney while I farm to get 4pc maréchaussée hunter for him.. What stats should I be focussing on?

(I will be getting his talents up too eventually;; he robbed me blind I have 300k mora to my name)

#i am spoilkng him rotten. contemplated making him my firts triple crown but....zhongli needs just obe more #genshin impact #lyney #I gave him some of Childe's stuff (the sands and the Skyward Harp) so now Mr. Fatui is just. Sulking in the back #I will get better stuff for Childe eventually but for now I'm still oohing and ahhing over the new character LOL

[catboyfurina]

genshin please give me bows my archers are starving

#beeep #i have so many swords and albedo is the only sword user allowed #im not going to yet. but this is in preparation for my standard banner pulls next update. please give me 4 star bows and gorou too #or even :flushed: a five star perhaps #my spiral abyss teams have three bow users right now #i am Not getting all of the stars at All #oi just want some bows #not the rust tho #collapses. dies even #i would like a skyward harp or perhaps an amos bow or perhaps any bow #other than the ones that are for normal attacks #i wish u could trade items i would trade my sword billets for bow billets so fast #like i dont need swords albedo has his cinnamon stick.....hes the only sword user allowed....... #the craftable bows arent liiike Extraordinary but its better than three star and better than rust

[shamera]

The best pulls I’ve ever done in this game fhdjks first time I managed two in one multi! I was saving for Kuki Shinobu, but was a little salty that this weapons banner only gave me another Skyward Harp. So, uh. I did 20 pulls. 

I might suck at getting characters and in the standard banner (LEGIT never got a character before 79), but I’m doing... pretty okay with weapons. 

#Genshin Impact #I AM NOW IN NEED OF ORES AGAINNNN #despite what it looks like I'm not a whale lol #I now only have 20 pulls left saved #but I mean.... I now have Xiao and Yelan's weapons! #why don't they have better stats now tho... XD;; #just to say Blackcliffe was GREAT for Xiao #and Skyward Harp was fine for Yelan

[voidscreamns]

./

#oml gaymer moment from me #but anyways #okay i am PATIENTLY. O__O PATIENTLY. waiting for Shenhe rerun #and Mistsplitter. god i hope i can clutch this with only 51 fates #character banner is the wild west for me but my weapon banner luck is weirdly good #on another note i finally got my childe to lvl 90 and got him to 66/200 crit so happy #he still needs some better artifacts and some building into crit but for now i’ll iust farm for his talents #get him to triple 9 at the most #and then when i’m done with him i’ll move onto venti haha #ughffjjf i still need to get skyward harp but like stringless is okay since im currently running him full em #ideally i want venti to be hybrid crit/em build so i can dps as him but hnnnghh vv domain hates me #and god when the day that zhongli rerun comes….. i’m gonna triple crown him so fast istg #rip to my supports tho they’re feeding on scraps dkjskdjdks #oop typo i meant build more crit rate for childe lmao #so excited for shenhe and mika and mistsplitter aaaagggghhhh pls come faster pls

[sabohime]

♡ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

multi x fem!reader

♡ . eek my first post!! some simple headcannons for you guys! enjoy :) nothing explicit (for now 😈) but! there are references to dicksucking!

♡ . includes: law, sabo, sanji

LAW

Law is constantly on edge. It hurts seeing your captain so stressed all the time.

So, being the dutiful crewmate you are, you decide to…provide him with a little ‘relaxant’. It’s not your fault he’ll have to work for it…

“Y/n-ya, what are you-“ “It’s hot, Captain!”

Law blushes at that. You can barely see it through the Tang’s dim lighting and his tanned skin, but from the way his eyes widen and his breath hitches, you can tell your plan is working.

Why is he harping about your wardrobe? Well, your typical Heart Pirates boiler suit had been traded in for a tight tank and skimpy shorts. How old were these? With the way your thighs were pinched by the elastic of your shorts, and the way your breasts practically fell out of your top, Law was certain you had dug deep in your closet to fish these clothes out.

“Y/n-ya. Seriously,” his tattooed hand rests on your shoulder now, dangerously close to the thin strap of your tank top. “We have uniforms for a reason.”

“Are you really gonna make me change, Captain?” you pout. You watch his brow furrow, and you know you’ve got him now.

“I think I’ll have fun ripping this off of you, Y/n-ya,” he grunts, hot breath now in your ear. His hands wander down to your shorts, palming your ass and taking notice of your lack of panties. “Even more dress code violations? I might just have to punish you tonight, Y/n-ya.”

You gulp. Law says Room and suddenly you’re in his bedroom.

“Regretting your decision, Y/n-ya?”

SABO

Once again, Dragon’s given him far too much paperwork.

As his secretary, it’s your job to provide him with some repose from his workload.

So…What better to let him take another load out on you? Maybe you should snag a pillow from your desk chair next time…

“Chief, I brought you the tea you asked for. A splash of milk and extra sugar,” you say, repeating his order sweetly and perfectly from years of practice. When you cross the threshold to his office, you find your chief of staff with his vest off, cravat undone and on the table, and his shirt partly unbuttoned.

The sight of his scarred, muscular chest makes you gulp. It’s okay Y/n, you can do this, you assure yourself.

“Thank you, Y/n-chan. You’re so kind, helping me out,” Sabo says, his cheeks rosy and smile innocent. You think him the perfect caricature of a schoolboy.

“It’s nothing, chief. I am your secretary after all. It’s my job,” you grin, placing the tea on his desk in front of him. You make sure to lean over and give him an eyeful of cleavage, just in case he might be interested.

“Is it your job to tease me as well?”

You freeze. You didn’t actually think he’d take the bait. Shit.

“Don’t be shy now, Y/n-chan. I’ve already gotten a nice view of your tits. And your skirt could be pulled down a tad, I suppose. You’re hardly professional these days,” you listen, face hot, sweat beginning to run down your back. At least he wasn’t scolding you— that was evident in the fact he said ‘tits’, and the generally teasing lilt in his usually silky smooth voice. It’s gotten deeper because he’s so tired, and it’s starting to make you clench your thighs.

“I-uh, I’m sorry, chief. I- I figured…” you scramble, trying to think of some excuse to remedy this situation. “I figured you might want a, uh, distraction. Right! A distraction from work!”

“Oh really?” the blond grins, pushing his chair away from his desk and moving his hands to unbutton his trousers. “Dragon-san has been giving me so much paperwork. It’s the least you could do, right Y/n-chan?”

You watch in awe as he takes himself out of his boxers.

“Now, Y/n-chan…How much of a distraction can you be?”

SANJI

Sanji gets hard just from smelling women’s perfume. So seducing him is easier than…really anything.

So, one night you can’t sleep. And the chef in the kitchen preparing recipes seems like a wonderful target for your affections.

“Sanji-kun, what’re you making?”

Sanji jumps from his place stirring on the counter, surprised at the sound of your beautiful voice.

“Oh my! Has an angel descended down on me to try my humble cooking?” the man swirls around you with hearts in his eyes, eventually bending down on one knee to kiss your knuckles. “It’s nothing special, my dear Y/n-swan. Simply practicing recipes for fruit tarts.”

You cup his cheek. A trickle of blood comes down his nose, but he pulls away from your touch to quickly wipe it away.

“Sounds yummy, Sanji. Could I try one?”

“Of course, mellorine!” Sanji keens. You smile at how cute he is. The blond grabs a fruit tart, which happens to be your favorite fruit, and brings it over to you.

He sits it on a plate in front of you, waiting like a lapdog as he anticipates praise for his cooking. However you don’t move to pick up the tart.

“Y/n…swan?”

“Feed it to me, Sanji-kun?” you say seductively, leaning over the kitchen island so your breasts pop over your crossed arms. Immediately Sanji is staring, but you don’t scold him this time. This was your goal.

“Of- of course, anything for my Y/n-swan,” Sanji stutters. He brings the small tart to your lips, and as you reach the last bite, you grab his wrist.

You decide to be extra bold, and lick a stripe up his finger. Your mouth detaches with a pop, and Sanji looks like he might pass out.

“That was good, Sanji-kun. Do you have any other special treats for me?”

#♡ sabohime.writes #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece headcanons #law x reader #law x female reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #sabo x reader #sabo x female reader #sabo x you #sabo the revolutionary x reader #sanji x reader #sanji x fem reader #sanji x you #sanji x y/n

[artsekey]

Disney's Wish

Look, Disney's Wish has been universally panned across the internet, and for good reason.

It’s just…kind of okay.

 When we sit down to watch a Disney film—you know, from the company that dominated the animation industry from 1989 to (arguably) the mid 2010’s and defined the medium of animation for decades—we expect something magnificent. Now, I could sit here and tell you everything that I thought was wrong with Wish, but if you’re reading this review, then I imagine that you’ve already heard the most popular gripes from other users across the web. So, let me focus in:

The biggest problem with Wish—in fact, the only problem with Wish—is Magnifico.

Whoa, that’s crazy! There’re so many things about Wish that could’ve been better! The original concept was stronger! The music was bad--

I hear you, I do. But stay with me here, okay? Take my hand. I studied under artists from the Disney renaissance. I teach an adapted model of Disney’s story pipeline at a University level. I spent a ridiculous amount of time getting degrees in this, and I am about to dissect this character and the narrative to a stupid degree.

First, we need to understand that a good story doesn’t start and end with what we see on the screen. Characters aren’t just fictional people; when used well, characters are tools the author uses (or in this case, the director) to convey their message to the audience. Each character’s struggle should in some way engage with the story’s message, and consequently, the story’s theme. Similarly, when we look at our protagonist and our antagonist, we should see their characters and their journeys reflected in one-another.

So, what went wrong between Asha & Magnifico in terms of narrative structure?

Act I

In Wish, we’re introduced to our hero not long into the runtime—Asha. She’s ambitious, caring, and community-oriented; in fact, Asha is truly introduced to the audience through her love of Rosas (in “Welcome to Rosas”).  She’s surrounded by a colorful cast of friends who act as servants in the palace, furthering her connection with the idea of community but also telling us that she’s not of status, and then she makes her way to meet Magnifico for her chance to become his next apprentice.

Quick aside: I'm not going to harp on Asha as a character in the context of Disney's overall canon. Almost every review I've seen covers her as a new addition to Disney's ever-growing repertoire of "Cute Quirky Heroines", and I think to be fair to Asha as an actor in the narrative, it serves her best to be weighed within the context of the story she's part of.

As Asha heads upstairs for her interview, we're introduced to the man of the hour: Magnifico. He lives in a tower high above the population of Rosas, immediately showing us how he differs from Asha; he’s disconnected from his community. He lives above them. He has status. While the broader context of the narrative wants us to believe that this also represents a sense of superiority, I would argue that isn’t what Magnifico’s introduction conveys; he's isolated.

Despite this distance, he does connect with Asha in “At All Costs”. For a moment, their goals and values align. In fact, they align so well that Magnifico sees Asha as someone who cares as much about Rosas as he does, and almost offers her the position.

… Until she asks him to grant Saba’s wish.

This is framed by the narrative as a misstep. The resonance between their ideals snaps immediately, and Magnifico says something along the line of “Wow. Most people wait at least a year before asking for something.”

This disappointment isn't played as coming from a place of power or superiority. He was excited by the idea of working with someone who had the same values as he did, who viewed Rosas in the same way he does, and then learns that Asha’s motivations at least partially stem from a place of personal gain.

Well, wait, is that really Asha's goal?

While it's not wholistically her goal, it's very explicitly stated & implied that getting Saba's wish granted is at least a part of it. The audience learns (through Asha's conversation with her friends before the interview) that every apprentice Magnifico has ever had gets not only their wish granted, but the wishes of their family, too!  Asha doesn’t deny that this is a perk that she’s interested in, and I don't think this is a bad thing.

So, Is Asha’s commitment to Saba selfless, or selfish? I’m sure the director wanted it to seem selfless, wherein she believes her family member has waited long enough and deserves his wish granted, but we can’t ignore the broader context of Asha essentially trying to… skip the line.

Then, we get our first point of tension. Magnifico reveals his “true colors” in snapping at Asha, telling her that he “decides what people deserve”. This is supposed to be the great motivator, it’s meant to incite anger in the audience—after all, no one gets to decide what you deserve, right? But unfortunately for the integrity of the film and the audience's suspension of disbelief, at least part of Magnifico’s argument is a little too sound to ignore:

Some wishes are too vague and dangerous to grant. Now, there’s visual irony here; he says this after looking at a 100 old man playing the lute. The idea that something so innocuous could be dangerous is absurd, and the audience is meant to agree.

... But we’ve also seen plenty of other wishes that might be chaotic—flying on a rocket to space, anyone? The use of the word vague is important, too—this implies wording matters, and that a wish can be misinterpreted or evolve into something that is dangerous even if the original intent was innocuous. His reasoning for people forgetting their wish (protecting them from the sadness of being unable to attain their dreams) is much weaker, but still justifiable (in the way an antagonist’s flawed views can be justified). The film even introduces a facet of Magnifico’s backstory that implies he has personal experience with the grief of losing a dream (in the destruction of his home), but that thread is never touched on again.

              What is the audience supposed to take from this encounter? If we’re looking at the director’s intent, I’d argue that we’ve been introduced to a well-meaning young girl and a king who’s locked away everyone’s greatest aspiration because he believes he deserves to have the power to decide who gets to be happy.

              But what are we shown? Our heroine, backed by her friends, strives to be Magnifico’s apprentice because she loves the city but also would really like to see her family's wishes granted. When this request is denied and she loses the opportunity to be his apprentice, she deems Magnifico’s judgement unfair & thus begins her journey to free the dreams of Rosas’ people.

              In fairness, Magnifico doesn’t exhibit sound judgement or kindness through this act of the film. He’s shown to be fickle, and once his composure cracks, he can be vindictive and sharp. He's not a good guy, but I'd argue he's not outright evil. He's just got the makings of a good villain, and those spikes of volatility do give us a foundation to work off of as he spirals, but as we’ll discuss in a bit, the foreshadowing established here isn’t used to the ends it implies.

              While I was watching this film, I was sure Magnifico was going to be a redeemable villain. He can’t connect with people because he's sure they value what he provides more than they value him (as seen in “At All Costs” and the aftermath), and Asha’s asking for more was going to be framed as a mistake. His flaw was keeping his people too safe and never giving them the chance to sink or swim, and he's too far removed from his citizens to see that he is appreciated. Asha does identify this, and the culmination of her journey is giving people the right to choose their path, but the way Magnifico becomes the “true” villain and his motivations for doing so are strangely divorced from what we’re shown in Act I.  

Act II:

His song, “This is the Thanks I Get!?” furthers the idea that Magnifico’s ire—and tipping point—is the fact that he thinks the people he’s built a kingdom for still want more. Over the course of this 3:14 song, we suddenly learn that Magnifico sends other people to help his community and doesn’t personally get involved (we never see this outside of this song), and that he’s incredibly vain/narcissistic (he's definitely a narcissist). I think feeling under-appreciated is actually a very strong motivation for Magnifico as a character-turning-villain, and it works very well. It’s justified based on what we’ve seen on screen so far: he feels under-appreciated (even though he’s decidedly not—the town adores him), he snaps and acts irrationally under stress (as seen with his outburst with Asha), and he’s frustrated that people seem to want more from him (again, as seen with his conversation with Asha in Act I).

              But then… he opens the book.

Ah, the book. As an object on screen, we know that it's filled with ancient and evil magic, well-known to be cursed by every relevant character in the film, and kept well-secured under lock and key. But what does it stand for in the context of the narrative's structure? A quick path to power? We're never told that it has any redeeming qualities; Magnifico himself doesn't seem to know what he's looking for when he opens it. It feels... convenient.

I think it's also worth noting that he only turns to the book when he's alone; once again, the idea of connection and community rears it's ugly head! Earlier in the film, Amaya-- his wife-- is present and turns him away from taking that path. In her absence, he makes the wrong choice.

This decision could make sense; it contains powerful magic, and if it were framed in such a way that the people of Rosas were losing faith in Magnifico’s magic, as if what he can do might not be enough anymore after what they felt from Star, going for the book that we know contains spells that go above and beyond what he can already do would be logical. Along the lines of, “If they’re not happy with what I do for them, fine. I, ever the “martyr”, will do the unthinkable for you, because you want more.”

            It would keeps with the idea that Magnifico believes he's still trying to help people, but his motivation has taken his self-imposed pity party and turned it into resentment and spite.

 But, that’s not the case. Instead he talks about reversing that “light”, which has had no real negative or tangible consequences on Rosas. Everyone had a warm feeling for a few seconds. Again, it’s meant to paint him as a vain control freak, but… he hasn’t lost any power. The citizens of Rosas even assume the great showing of magic was Magnifico.

Act III

              Then, we get to the consequences of opening the book (and perhaps my biggest qualm with this film). The book is established as being cursed. Magnifico knows it, Asha knows it, and Amaya—who is introduced as loyal-- knows it. The characters understand his behavior is a direct result of the book, and search for a way to save him. This is only the focus of the film for a few seconds, but if you think about it, the fact that his own wife cannot find a way to free him of the curse he’s been put under is unbelievably tragic. Worse still, upon discovering there is no way to reverse the curse, Magnifico—the king who built the city & “protected it” in his own flawed way for what seems to be centuries—is thrown out by his wife. You know, the wife who's stood loyal at his side for years?

              It’s played for laughs, but there’s something unsettling about a character who’s clearly and explicitly under the influence of a malevolent entity being left… unsaved. If you follow the idea of Magnifico being disconnected from community being a driving force behind his arc, the end of the film sees him in a worse situation he was in at the start: truly, fully alone.

              They bring in so many opportunities for Magnifico to be sympathetic and act as a foil for Asha; he’s jaded, she’s not. He’s overly cautious (even paranoid), she’s a risk-taker. He turns to power/magic at his lowest point, Asha turns to her friends at her lowest point. Because this dichotomy isn’t present, and Magnifico—who should be redeemable—isn’t, the film is so much weaker than it could’ve been. The lack of a strong core dynamic between the protagonist and antagonist echoes through every facet of the film from the music to the characterization to the pacing, and I believe if Magnifico had been more consistent, the film would’ve greatly improved across the board.

I mean, come on! Imagine if at the end of the film, Asha—who, if you remember, did resonate with Magnifico’s values at the start of the film—recognizes that he's twisted his original ideals and urges him to see the value in the people he’s helped, in their ingenuity, in their gratitude, & that what he was able to do before was enough. Going further, asking what his wish is or was—likely something he’s never been asked— and showing empathy! We’d come full circle to the start of the film where Asha asks him to grant her wish.

Pushing that further, if Magnifico’s wish is to see Rosas flourish or to be a good/beloved king, he'd have the the opportunity to see the value in failing and how pursuing the dream is its own complex and valuable journey, and how not even he is perfect.

 The curse and the book (which, for the purposes of this adjustment, would need to be established as representing the idea of stepping on others to further your own goals/the fast way to success), then serve as the final antagonist, that same curse taking root in the people of Rosas who’ve had their dreams destroyed, and Asha works with the community to quell it. Asha’s learned her lesson, so has Magnifico, and the true source of evil in the film—the book—is handled independently. Magnifico steps back from his role as King, Amaya still ends up as Queen, and Asha takes her place as the new wish-granter.

This route could even give us the true “Disney villain” everyone’s craving; giving the book sentience and having it lure Magnifico in during “This is the Thanks I Get!?” leaves it as its own chaotic evil entity.

All in all, Magnifico's introduction paved a road to redemption that the rest of the film aggressively refused to deliver on, instead doubling down on weaker motivations that seem to appear out of thin air. Once the audience thinks, hey, that bad guy might have a point, the protagonist has to do a little more heavy lifting to convince us they're wrong.

Look at the big-bad-greats from Disney's library. There isn't a point in the Lion King where we pause and think, "Wait a second, maybe Scar should be the guy who rules the Pridelands." Ursula from the Little Mermaid, though motivated by her banishment from King Triton's Seas, never seems to be the right gal for the throne. Maybe Maleficent doesn't get invited to the princess's birthday party, but we don't watch her curse a baby and think, Yeah, go curse that baby, that's a reasonable response to getting left out.

What do they all have in common? Their motivation is simple, their goal is clear, and they don't care who they hurt in pursuit of what they want.

Magnifico simply doesn't fall into that category. He's motivated by the idea of losing power, which is never a clear or impactful threat. His goal at the start seems to be to protect Rosas, then it turns into protecting his own power, and then-- once he's corrupted-- he wants to capture Star. The problem is, there's no objective to put this power toward. Power for power's sake is useless. Scar craves power because he feels robbed of status. Ursula believes the throne is rightfully hers. Maleficent wanted to make a statement. Magnifico... well, I'm not really sure.

#wish #disney #review #magnifico

[yuellii]

catching floating clouds ( i’m in stupid love )

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 ;; the heart-stopping, stomach-twisting, gut-wrenching way in which they fall hopelessly in love with you

feat. neuvillette, ayato, baizhu, kaveh ( separately )

notes. gn reader, heavily inspired by @miyosei who you should check out bc she is much better at this than i am, really felt like thinking about my favorite genshin men

NEUVILLETTE falls in love like fresh springtime.

There’s a certain silence in the air that catches his breath, one that forces him to breath in so deeply, he might as well consider himself human. It’s new, like a flower bloom in the spring where the air is crisp and the mornings are tranquil.

He takes notice of it, of course. It was impossible not to when the mere thought of you swarmed his head in instances he needed it most. Amidst expense reports, amidst case filing—you more often than not somehow make your way back into his head. And despite such shortcomings creating an imbalance in his work life, he can’t seem to hate it.

Perhaps he’s fallen ill, or perhaps there was something in the air as of late that has him feeling all sorts of things. Because this feeling was all so fresh, so new, he might’ve sought for it.

Your touch is akin to the end of summertime, when days are hazy and he finds a moment of relaxation. Your voice is a serenity like harp strings attached to his heart; and for once, he feels human.

And suddenly, he begins to notice the simpler things in life that he hadn’t noticed before. Fontaine waters have never smelled so fresh since before he fell in love with you, nor did the evening clouds ever looks so ethereal. These emotions you gave him were a gift from the Gods, showering him in the blessings and beauty of human life. And at the center of it all, it was you, the one who made him human.

KAMISATO AYATO falls in love in hesitance.

You prove to be difficult to get out of his head. He’s frustrated, he’s furious, and he’s fallen so fully in love.

There’s a tinge of stress that comes with the realization, like you’re another item of baggage to add onto his already-tired shoulders; another piece of food dropped onto his full plate, but he somehow hates himself for comparing you to such burdening analogies. You didn’t deserve that.

He likes you. He wishes he didn’t.

Only despondency clogs the air when he thinks of you, late-night thoughts in the dim glow of his office as he twirls his pen between his fingers. His hand movements are the only thing stable right now, for his mind was in disorderly disarray at the shambles of his emotions. Gods, he was in love with you. He had so much work to finish, but he was in love with you. He wanted to stop thinking, but he was in love with you.

He feels sick, like the lack of sleep from nights he went overthinking his future made him close to throwing up. Or like the mere imagination of you coming in to save him from this workload made him sickeningly nauseous.

He couldn’t work like this. No, not when your clouded his thoughts like he was some lovesick fool.

And he was—he knew he was a fool. But when you’ve damned him just from making him fall in love like this… he fears he has to shut you out.

BAIZHU falls in love in the present time.

He is a man of the future, a man that has his entire life set out, from his plans to obtain the grace of immortality and thereafter. When he falls in love with you, it’s a sudden obsession that has him craving the thought of you for weeks. It affects his life, his plans, his work—it forces him to live in the present time where he was still weak, still mortal.

He can’t help but sit there, staring down at his table in a wide-awake agony that eats at his ambitions. It’s not that he’s never felt this kind of love. It’s that he’s never allowed himself the chance to, not once since he made this contract.

He loves Qiqi like family, he loves that he can take care of her; he hates how he can’t do the same with you.

And he hates how you force him to live in the present, the way you cloud his head with thoughts of a future he had not considered. His future never included you in the picture, it never involved living with another human so fragile like himself. This vision did not include a lover that would age so quickly after he himself achieved immortality.

But he can’t help it, not when the mere imagination of living and dying by your side sounded like a love he was suddenly hoping for. He only wishes he could have both lives at once.

KAVEH falls in love like dancing petals.

For a person so human and so gorgeous like you, how could he not? He’s always romanticized the reiterating idea of romance, for it was one of the beauties that human life had to offer. When flowers dared to fade, there was still hope for love.

And when he found that love in you, it was like a breath of the summer solstice. It felt like the longest day of the year, yet simultaneously the brightest. Smiling with joy that reached up to the corners of his eyes, that fluttering feeling flew across his body so long as he was in love.

From there on, every time he speaks to you is akin to a whisper of collective creative minds. They tell him how perfect you are, and it makes him distracted. He begins to admire you like he admires architecture—staring and learning every little detail until all of you is etched into his brain. He’ll start to remember every little detail you offer to him; it’s endearing in a way that’s purely natural.

Genuine, unadulterated feelings of admiration—that was how he continues to fall in love over and over again. Love is beauty, beauty is love, and when you smile at him, it’s so beautiful he swears his heart collapses every time. And when he doesn’t leave you alone, always sacrificing the time just to see you, your welcoming laughter will always be his favorite song.

All life was an art piece in his eyes; you were the most beautiful one, and he would gladly take you as one of his painters.

all inspirational credits to sunny the loml again bc i even referenced her with the title 🫶

#neuvillette x reader #ayato x reader #kaveh x reader #baizhu x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin fluff #genshin men x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin imagines #genshin x reader

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

Part 3 of dom!joel series | Part 1 | Part 2 |

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 ♥️ Masterlist | Kofi

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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[comfortless]

this thought has been running around in my head for weeks and your König hcs are my favorite… so here i go

what icks do you think our König has? ik he may consider himself to fall in the “beggars can’t be choosers” category but i am just so curious… 🤔

FAVORITE?! 💞 you are so correct about the “beggars can’t be choosers” mentality. König is very much aware of how other people tend to view him as some creepy, stupid brute. i think that there is certainly a lot that bothers him, mostly attributed to his past, but none of it is an actual dealbreaker in any sense. you’re likely to be met with a cold shoulder and a bit of trust diminished at most. the majority of his “icks” are just him picking up on red flags. the gross or awkward things are just cute to him!

A very “vapid” approach to interests and such is going to make him concerned. König does not understand trends, or liking something simply because someone else does. He equates keeping up with pop culture and fashion as being similar to the children that tortured him in the past (So: popular kids with popular hobbies). Authenticity is held in high regard here. The stranger and more alienated that you are, the more compatible and similar you two may be in his mind.

This said, König would go feral seeing you in one of those pretty dresses or outfits that are all the rage. Dressing like a cute milkmaid for a picnic date, playing some sweet love song for him that you may have picked off a viral video, etc. He’s not exactly in touch with these things so he’s no proper judge or jury here.

Being too pushy. There’s a fine line there that’s not to be crossed. He much prefers playing the role of a leader rather than being a submissive follower. He’ll boast about being your devotee, worship like a dog at your feet, but he likes to feel in control of the relationship and what goes on within it.

He’ll never tell you directly that yes, his anxiety will be gnawing at his guts if you plead with him to come along with you to a commonly crowded mall, and expects that a simple rejection should suffice. It’s likely he would keep hushed about the fact that your frustrated pleading actually turns him on, too.

Being unnecessarily cruel. The man gets cruelty, he’s paid in abundance for it. But women should be sweet and soft. If you’re talking poorly about another person, using words like “ugly” or a slur of some kind, how are you any better than some bully? It does not matter that the victim can not hear you speaking about them, what matters is that he can. It would send him into a spiral of thinking that each time you two have had an argument, you’re likely cruelly chattering about him to your friends afterward.

Yet… he is very much the type to shoot an inept employee a glare and make demands. He will call his fellow operators all sorts of things when he returns from a mission gone wrong. König is the king of double standards here.

By extension, dogging him/his work/his interests is sure to bother him. König likes to believe that he’s done the work to make himself more pleasing now: trained his body through the military to give himself the stature women seem to drool over, covers what he can of his face when it’s socially acceptable so that others don’t harp on an unpleasant glimpse, even thinks of himself as some sort of chivalrous gentleman (very easy to do so as no one gets a peek at what goes on in his mind). His work, not therapy, is where he gets to blow off steam in a justifiable, honorable way. Sure, he’s got some dorky, juvenile interests, but they’re things that he enjoys.

Talk of previous relationships/sex would immediately make his blood boil! Even if it’s said to assure him that he’s better than a former lover. He’s just very jealous and if he were to be blunt, he would tell you he is addicted to the relationship and doesn’t want to think of anyone else ever having what he does currently. It’s best not to mention any past you may have had unless you care to answer a series of questions. “Were they better in bed?”… “Full name?” … “When did you last see them?”

Ironically, if you already have children, he would absolutely adore the stepdad role. It’s not so much as a challenge, then, only the glee that comes with getting to play savior for more than one person.

Infidelity. Whether in a past relationship or in a current one with him. The thought of you ever cheating on him, emotionally or physically, would tear him apart. Something as simple as a fantasy of wanting two or more men to serve you is filed messily in his brain with this, too. Same with you confessing to finding another man attractive, whether a celebrity, someone entirely fictional, or even some random civilian padding by on the sidewalk. All of that counts as some minute form of infidelity to König. He does not share.

He’s guilty of threesome fantasies, guilty of staring down a woman that he finds attractive… he just doesn’t act on these things, holds his tongue and huffs that he certainly wasn’t looking and would never want to fuck any one other than you. It does not really occur to him that those things are normal, especially in long term relationships.

Bear in mind that this is all from a man who almost entirely lacks shame. He’s comfortable with himself now (somewhat). He has no qualms with chewing the skin around his fingernails when he’s stressed out, picking his nose in front of you, shitting with the bathroom door wide open, or talking with his mouth full when he’s just that engaged in a conversation. I think it’s only fair to include some of the things he does that may be repulsive!

Absolutely clueless when it comes to seeing you cry. He has no idea how to comfort someone properly as he never really had that. His solution seems to be hovering over you and asking a thousand questions or just draping himself over you and letting your arms curl over him for comfort.

Would kiss you with his eyes open. Not his fault that you’re so pretty and he doesn’t want to miss a moment of it. Not always, but once is bad enough.

Would absolutely send you an “I miss you” text the day after your first date. Will also tell you that he’s in love with you the first time you have sex.

Will get hyperfixated on historical weapons and will absolutely purchase some rusted, ancient relic without telling you beforehand. It gets well polished and loved, then displayed on your living room wall.

Loves talking about his kills. He’s proud, because if there’s one thing that he’s good at it’s knowing where to shoot or stab or punch. He knows to hold his tongue about the more grisly details around someone delicate, but more often than not he is prone to slip-ups.

Will use your toothbrush without asking.

Thinks he’s very skilled and very cool because he can trim up any overgrown facial hair with a pocket lighter. It is not cool. There’s a razor and shaving cream right there. He may not burn himself, but it’s not exactly pleasant to have your bathroom smelling of burned hair.

Does not have a lick of fashion knowledge. Plain t-shirts, jeans, combat boots, maybe a belt if he cares to bother with it at most. At the least, when he’s at home, you can expect him to indulge in some nudist fantasy because it’s unlikely he will bother to wear a thing. Maybe socks.

#kö headcanons #this was super fun actually heheh #he can be a little gross as a treat! it is cute…

[wintersera]

kayeeee :]

could we please get some milf!karina crumbs.. i just need her to absolutely destroy babysitter!reader whether it’s with her g!p or her strap tbh!also maybe a breeding kink too if comfy with that?

-your pookie sugar but from a different universe (different blog,i’m just being extra)

milf!karina x babysitter!f reader

notes: HNNG MILF KARINA AND BABYSITTER READER WITH A FUCKING BREEDING KINK? oh sugar you’re so full of thoughts. i added mommy kink reader because of that liz one you wrote. enjoy 🫶

cw: sugar mommy milf karina, mommy kink, breeding kink, dom karina, sub reader, use of toys (strap), strap being called ‘cock’, praise, oral (giving).

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the day you received a request to babysit someone's child was the day god blessed you fr.

you didn’t believe what you were seeing. as soon as you walked into her house you first noticed the expensive and modern interior design. you were shocked beyond belief, but what got you even more shocked was no one else but the owner. clad in sleek black clothing, rich and mature aura seeping out from her presence alone. she had your heart skipping, not one, but multiple heart beats. with a child hiding behind her leg she introduced herself with poise

“the names yu jimin, but you can call me karina, love. i assume your name is y/n? is that right my dear”

“y-yes, l/n y/n. i’m here to babysit your child… if this is the right address- i mean, your house is so expensive an-“ horribly fumbling over your words she cuts you off with her rich silky chuckle.

“i can assure you that you’re at the right location, dear. now, i’ve got some business to attend to. so please allow me to explain the rules of my house before i leave you and my child alone” and she does so. delicately telling you what and what not you can do in her household. you train your eyes on the curves of her body and her gorgeously sculpted features gracefully adorning her face, unable to look away you grow flushed. she looked exactly like what you thought an angel looked like and by god, you know this woman was going to be the death of you “…and that's all, now run along, my meeting is in 15 minutes” watching her attentively as she walks to her big front door and enters her freshly bought lamborghini.

making yourself comfortable in the house, you do the basic babysitting things. looking after and playing with the kid whenever she got bored, cooking meals for her and all that jazz. finally, after all the hard work, you plop yourself down on the big leather chair located in their living room. feeling at peace now that the kid is finally asleep after hours of insisting that she should go to bed, you find yourself growing sleepier. needless to say you passed out right there.

morning came and you’re awoken by the birds chirping and the rays of sunlight hitting your face. where exactly am i? you question. you’re in a king size bed in one of the guest rooms. is what you assumed. who exactly carried you here, you wonder. as if the timing couldn’t be any better, mommy- i mean karina, gently knocked on the bedroom door.

“y/n? are you awake dear? breakfast is ready would you like to accompany us at the dining table?” her morning voice sounding ever so lovely, as if the angels from heaven were strumming their harps in this room.

“i’ll be ready in just a minute, please wait for me” frantically slipping out of the bed realising that your day attire was replaced with a silky set of pyjamas. DID SHE PUT THIS ON ME? does that mean she… oh god did she strip me down? you’re insufferable, the notion setting you off feeling the return of your arousal eat at your stomach.

walking down the long hallway to the dining room was quite a trip, getting lost a couple of times because her house was unbelievably massive. thankfully a few maids were there to guide you, albeit being a little hesitant to ask them at first.

spread out in front of you was a plethora of different varieties of breakfast foods. ranging from pancakes to french toast to literally everything you could think of. “um… i don’t think i’ll be able to eat all of this”

“don’t be silly, y/n. eat what you can. my chefs are highly trained professionals i can guarantee that everything will be to your liking” saying this all while she’s motioning for you to sit right next to her.

“you know, it’s quite difficult not having a husband whilst you have a feisty little kid growing up. i’ve thought about this while you were asleep but would it be possible to have you as my personal babysitter? my little girl already loves you as her nanny” turning to you with a warm smile placed upon her face. “oh, and i assure you the price will be generous”

“well of course. i’ll gladly take up the opportunity if you’re offering” smiling back at her. little did you know, but she found you ever so charming.

a few weeks into your job and you’re already doing very well, accompanying karina and her kid whilst they go shopping. seeing brand names you’ve never even heard of being presented to you and being treated like you too were a millionaire. it was all bizarre to you, it was like she was treating you as if you were her sugar baby.

a couple more weeks of working and you’ve grown closer to her. sitting next to her while she was doing her work, or even laying next to her while you both watch movies and shows on her massive couch. talking to her on the nights she was available and texting her during her work hours. it felt as if you two were together, romantically.

there were times when she’d leave light touches on your body, brushing it over in a joking way, or simply saying that she likes you very much that she’s comfortable with you.

over the next month things started to change more. you’d often spend most of your time at her house so you grew comfortable with her presence, but it seemed a little more different than before. dressing more lightly and touching you more than ever drove you mad. seeing her in less clothing as everyday goes past while she makes subtle innuendos as she’s leaning into your ear. but thank the lord the kid was somewhere lurking around, if it wasn’t for the kid you would’ve pounced on karina right there.

fortunately for you the schools had reopened, sending the kid off with karina.

but you couldn’t pull yourself to do it, having some ounce of shame in you, you couldn’t do that to lovely miss yu jimin. however, as soon as you two had entered the house, karina pushes you into the wall, breathing heavily, she kisses your lips with hunger, hiking up the shirt she lent you for today. shocked by the urgency in her actions you immediately pull her away “wait- hold on a minute what are you doing” panting heavily from the sudden kiss.

“my apologies, i thought you felt the same way as i” pulling herself off of you, looking at the ground in shame.

grabbing her wrist you assure her, “no, keep going. i was just startled, that's all” with that she continued, kissing you with passion and hunger. carrying on from where she was, she slithered her hand up your already hiked up shirt, fondling your breasts as she slips her tongue in your mouth, receiving a low groan from you. turned on by this you tug the back of her blazer, wanting more from her. reading your actions, she pushes a knee in between your thighs, pressing your core gently as she continues to play with your breasts, this time pulling the bra down. eyeing your tits as they fall out in the most perfect way to her. with your now exposed breasts, she begins to play at your nipples, rolling them around gently in her fingertips. cooing at how you’re so pretty for her.

“c-can i ask you something?” struggling to use your words you manage to spill out a request through your whimpering.

“you may”

“can i call you m-mommy?” blood rushing to your face as you say that.

upon hearing that, something in karina had snapped. dragging you to her bedroom, she smirks at you as she undresses herself. “you want to call me mommy? well, anything for mommy's little baby” teasing you with your own words you feel even more turned on. sitting at the edge of her bed she beckons you to come kneel between her thighs, “come” you oblige. “make mommy feel good and i’ll give you a reward for being such a good girl” intoxicated with the smell of her arousal, you pull her lacy black lingerie aside, flicking her clit as she squirms around you. feeling your tongue working hard on her clit, she grabs your hair in her hand, wanting to feel your tongue even closer on her she pushes you closer to her hips, rocking them to the rhythm of your licking. legs threatening to close, you keep them apart with a gentle grip on her thigh.

“fuck.. you’re such a good girl “ moaning out, looking down at you with hooded eyes, “keep g-going, mommys close” working hard, you start lapping up violently, teasing two fingers at her dripping hole. as you let your digits slide slowly in her, a guttural moan escaping her lips, feeling that her walls are clenching around you already you knew she was on the edge of her climax. to send her over the edge you suck hard on her clit, as you work in and out of her hole, hitting her in all the right ways. “a-ah.. oh god, baby you’re doing so good” praise as your motivation you work harder than you ever did before, quickening up your pace as you fail to keep her legs open, therefore her thighs squeezing around your head. it’s not like you dislike it anyways, you loved it.

throwing her head back, she lets out a long pornographic moan, gripping your hair as her thighs suffocate you.

euphoria washing over her body. she helps you stand up, heavily panting as she wipes her juices off of your chin and face, eagerly placing a finger in your mouth to lick it straight off. “you’ve made mommy feel so so good baby, now for your reward. sit on the bed for a moment, let me get something for my dearest.”

you lay on your back, waiting for her to call you. rattling coming from her drawer, you could only guess that it’s a toy. excited for what's in store for you, you sit up, watching as she puts on a large, beautifully crafted, black strap. gulping as she approaches you, placing herself in between your thighs this time.

“mommy, are you sure this can fit in me?”

“don’t worry my baby, i’m certain it will” supporting herself on your thighs with her two hands, she pushes the strap slowly and deeply into you, tip kissing your cervix.

crying out, tears streaming down your face from the immense amount of pleasure and pain, “fuck- mommy… your cock is filling me up, breed me p-please” cooing at you she kisses your lips softly.

“you’re taking me good, fuck, y/n carry my children for me. you’ll be the perfect mother for my kids” jerking her hips suddenly, making you scream her name out loud. you didn’t really care if the maids heard you. with care, she pounds hard into your pussy, creating lewd wet noises from how wet you are. “god, y/n baby you’re so wet for mommy, don’t i make you feel so good?” now gripping onto your hips, holding them steady so she can fuck herself harder into your needy womb. wanting you to bear her children she fucks you with fervour, her eyebrows furrowing as she concentrates on her rhythm.

with every thrust she gives you, you notice how her tits bounce up and down. wanting to suck on them badly, you cough out another request “mm- ah fuck.. mommy can i suck on your tits?” nodding in response she picks you up from the back, laying herself flat on the bed and you sitting up riding her cock.

“suck then”

leaning down to her chest you lick around her nipples, flicking and pulling them, moaning as you basically make out with her nipples. continuing to rail into you, she grabs your ass with both of her hands, lifts you up just to slam you right back into her cock. “f-fuck.. mommy, cum- cum in me please. i want you to fill me up” although a bit sad that she can't shoot her load into you ripe womb, she keeps up with the roleplay, saying that

“i’ll fuck your pussy until you’re leaking with my cum”

feeling how tight you are being more of a struggle to manoeuvre her strap inside you, she thrusts harder, knowing that you’re on the verge of cumming. “mommy please, f-faster, don’t stop- gonna cum, so good” strings of praises and ‘don’t stops’ spilling out off your mouth as you continue to rock your hips on her, leaning back down to once again suck her tits.

you’re inevitable high hits you like a truck. cumming hard on her dick, you scream profanities as you clutch onto her shoulders, gritting your teeth as you still unconsciously buck your hips.

coming back to reality, you panic “karina, what time is the kid coming back?” giggling, she looks at you with adoration in her eyes.

“not anytime soon, my dear. we have more time” she playfully smirks at you.

safe to say you guys pretty much fucked until you had to pick up the kid.

#wintersera #fem! reader #karina x fem reader #aespa karina #aespa karina smut #aespa smut #aespa x fem reader smut #aespa x fem reader #gg x reader #kpop smut #girl group smut

[tongjaitongjai]

CrypticGod!Merlin and Worshipper aka fanboy Mordred CRACK AU - Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Merlin learns that being a god in semi-mortal form is very difficult when having a strong follower like Mordred.

Mordred, like many who pray to their god as some kind of anchor, will often pray something along the lines of ‘Emrys, give me strength and courage’ or ‘Emrys, please be with me through this difficult time’ unconsciously.

Except, unlike the normies, his commitment and belief are EXTREMELY STRONG, so when he prays strong enough, HIS GOD ACTUALLY SHOWS UP:

Arthur, charging him during sparring: Come on, Mordred! You can do better than this!!

Mordred: (anxiously praying) Emrys helps me

Merlin, suddenly appears between Arthur and Mordred, with Arthur about to smash him with the sword: THE FUCK—

Obviously, he is banned from praying during sparring, but occasionally Merlin will still pop up out of nowhere when he is anxious, and the knights eventually have to get used to it:

Arthur: Today, the neighbouring kingdom’s knights will join us for the practice, and there will be some competitions. I hope all of you are ready to protect and uphold the honour of Camelot’s knights. Any defeat is unacc—-

Arthur:

Arthur: any defeat is understandable, for one must lose before learning true victory, so please don’t get too stressed, especially you, Mordred.

Mordred: How do you know I am stressed?

Gwaine, carrying Merlin, who pop up above his head the moment Arthur said ‘defeat’, on his neck : Yeah, I wonder how

As their relationship improves, the power of Mordred’s prayer gets stronger. Not only can Merlin feels his emotions and more in-depth thoughts through the prayer, it also affects Merlin’s power, in both endearing and also straight-up ridiculous ways.

Lancelot, whispers: You are very upset because of that Lord Asshole’s shitty comment toward the Druids, aren’t you.

Mordred, calm and composed: No, I am a knight of Camelot and a grown man, I will not be bothered by something so trivial. I am not upset at all.

Lancelot: You aren’t praying to Merlin now are you.

Mordred: How is that relevant?

Merlin: *BARGING INTO THE MEETING* *SHOOTING FIRE BEAMS FROM HIS EYE, DESTROYING THE PATH AS HE WALKS* *GRABBING LORD ASSHOLE BY A COLLAR THEN PROCEEDS TO GERMAN SUPLEX HIM ON THE TABLE*

Arthur, watching this happens for the third time this week:

Arthur: Mordred, we talked about this, you have to express your thoughts and feelings verbally, not by praying to Merlin

Merlin: Don’t force him Arthur! He will talk when he is ready!

Arthur: STOP SPOILING HIM YOU ARE JUST HAPPY YOU GET TO PUNCH NOBLES

Also, when he is extremely happy, he prays to Merlin as well, like ‘Thanks Emrys for all the good fortunes that happen to me today’

Elyan: Arthur complimented Mordred at training today didn’t he? Maybe saying something like ‘you are going to be one of Camelot finest knights soon’

Percival: How do you know??? you were not there today????

Elyan, watching Merlin’s skin glows, not even in an oh so beautiful ethereal way but like a radioactive sun way: It’s .. hard to miss…

The first time Mordred wins a tournament, Merlin radiates for three days straight. His voice also sounds godly with all the weirdly smooth echoes and harp melody complimenting his every word. Mordred is exhilarated. Arthur is going insane. Merlin finally officially bans Mordred from praying to him.

#cryptic god!merlin and no1worshipper!mordred au #i dont think mordred will stop praying tho #mordred wont stop praying until his emrys can fight the sun with barehands #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin crack #mordred #sir mordred #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merlin au #bbc mordred #incorrect merlin quotes #merlin shitpost #crack post #i just love it when things could have been good then the good escalate into chaos #i jsut had a martini and tipsy me was like yes Merlin crack au i don’t understand how my brain work ok? #my post

[sweet-as-an-angel]

KÖNIG WITH BRAT READER PLS PLS PLS

Me myself i am a BIG brat, good luck to him trying to discipline me lmao

König is a nice man, hes sweet and stuff. So i wanna see König lose his patience. I want him to be mad at me. I want him to take out his built up anger. I requested you this because i trust your writing the most.Pls feed me i love ur blog<3

König w/ a Bratty S/O

Warnings: 18+, Nothing too Explicit TBH, Bratty Reader, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’, Dominant König, Spanking, Edging, Overstimulation, Restraints, Punishment, etc.

König could handle your incessant whining, your moaning and your complaining.

At most, he usually found it endearing, perhaps even adorable when he looked past the vague hostility and saw insecurity buried within, hiding, trembling.

But then you had to go for the throat – hit him where it really hurt.

You’d had the gall to suggest that he couldn’t satisfy you – that you’d go and search for someone who could, someone who “can do it with their hands tied behind their back.”

And König snapped.

You didn’t notice it at first; the shift in the atmosphere was so sudden, the snap of a harp string – a heartstring.

And you didn’t notice König rising, his shadow eclipsing your form as you faced away, arms crossed, spouting fallacies about your neighbours who you wagered were “ten times better” in bed than him.

It was only when his chest was to your back, his bulge between your thighs, that you snapped out of your beration.

The air was thick now, begging to be sliced, dissected, with something – anything – to end its own existence.

Aside from the rising volume of your battering heart and König’s restrained, bullish breathing, it was silent. A carbon monoxide death in all but feeling. This was silent, this was invisible. And it was deadly.

No-one was around to help you; that much you gathered from the lack of voices or footsteps from your neighbours, no cars passing by on the street, no chatter except for that dying in your mind.

König’s anger bulged from his very soul. And with his face hidden behind you, you could only imagine the look of thunder that rolled across it.

König clapped a large, bearish, calloused hand upon your shoulder, and squeezed. Tighter and tighter with each passing second, he became. The thought that he could break your collarbone this way crossed your mind.

Wincing, you tried to turn around, to placate König.

He growled, gripped you by both shoulders now, and kept you facing forwards, pushing you.

“Go on, Darling,” he hissed. It was not a request. “Keep going.”

You were unsure as to whether he meant to keep goading or keep walking, but you weren’t taking any chances.

König marched you to the bedroom, his wall of a body making escape an impossibility.

This was going to be a long night.

NSFW:

König’s veil stays on during punishment.

It’s his way of letting you know that your loving boyfriend is gone; no human soul exists in this vessel anymore.

Ties you to the bedposts. He’s not giving you a moment of reprieve, nor a chance to defend yourself.

Spanks you with a thick belt he keeps hidden away in the wardrobe, which he bought specifically in anticipation for your insufferable behaviour.

Makes you tell him you love him as he’s beating you.

Gives him a sense of power that he can force your love in some way, whether you love him or not (you do; but for the sake of this segment, you usually pretend you don’t. König knows you’re lying, though).

He’ll see your backside red and inflamed before he lets up, and even then it’s because he’s moving on to the next phase of your punishment.

Edges you. Constantly.

And König has the restraint to keep withdrawing whenever he feels you’re close.

He doesn’t want you feeling even a second’s worth of relief. Not after the way you spoke to him.

And, eventually, after hours of edging, he’ll finally let you finish.

But don’t be mistaken; this isn’t the end.

There’s a dark glint in his eye as you’re left panting, sweating, almost crying.

“Oh, Darling,” he says, brushing a sodden lock of hair from your forehead. Faux reassurance. “We’re not done yet.”

Overstimulation Central.

You’ll be absolutely weeping as König slams into you, your already sensitive body forced to bear the pounding shocks he sends through you, even when you plead with him to stop.

“Can’t satisfy you, can I?” König says, mockingly. “Then tell me who’s filling you right now – tell me who you belong to.”

“You, König! You, you – only you!”

Your throat will have run raw with how you scream König’s name, his body caging yours beneath it.

It’s his way of telling you you’re his.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[askagamedev]

Hello, can I ask how difficult is for developers to add accessibility features to games? I am aware it probably varies by type. Recently, I asked if a sound only minigame in one video game could be reworked to add visual cues, as I am deaf. Lot of other fans harped on me its too much work for little gain, too difficult, that it takes away precious developers time, etc. So now I wonder how complicated such thing actually is and how devs view it. Thank you.

They're not wrong in that building such things isn't free. However, you're also right in that we on the dev side should be thinking about better ways of doing this - there isn't only one solution to these problems. Whatever final solution we implement doesn't have to be the most expensive means of doing so. It's actually up to us to think of better/more efficient ways of doing the things we want to do. Adding accessibility options is often a worthy goal, not only to the players who need those options to be able to play, but also for general quality-of-life. If we're making changes after the fact, of course they're super expensive. If accessibility options are a production goal that we plan for, they're much cheaper because we don't have to redo work - we do it with accessibility in mind in the first place.

For example - let's say that we're working on UI and we have this system:

Let's say that we want to improve things for colorblind players. If we wanted to make this more accessible, instead of just using color to differentiate the choices, we could also add different border visuals to provide additional context.

In such a situation, the difference in choices is still obvious if you're colorblind and it helps legibility for non-colorblind players as well.

These kinds of UX changes can be expensive if we decide to do it after the fact, but if it's something we decide is important to us from the jump we can compensate for those costs by creating efficient and smart solutions early. Remember, the cost of any change in game development is directly proportional to how close that change is to shipping the game. The earlier the change is made, the cheaper it is. Furthermore, we make resource allocation choices based on our goals. If we want to make a game more accessible, we will figure out a way to do so that fits within our budget and provides a good player experience. Players don't really have a say in how we allocate our resources and that kind of armchair producer talk isn't particularly constructive anyway. Telling us what's important to you and why (including accessibility requests) is really the best kind of feedback we can hope for. Don't sweat coming up with the solutions or fretting about where we spend resources, that's our job.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Precious Truths: Part 5

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: After your father finds out you’ve been writing under a male pseudonym, he threatens to marry you off to an atrocious man unless you find yourself a husband within a month’s time.

A/N: I will not be taking tags for this series!

Series Masterlist

Benedict's eyes scan the words across the page. After your confession, he proceeded to buy one of Talbot's your poetry books.

'Tis in your eyes I seek comfort.

Your arms I find solace.

In your lips I find love.

'Tis in you that I find the whole world

Standing before in great beauty

But at an arm's length is where I stay.

The second eldest Bridgerton is in awe. Your words carry such deep meaning, a sense of longing. Is this how you feel? Had someone captured your heart and he was none the wiser?

So many questions have risen since he's learned of your secret identity. Your poetry carries a deep sense of love, desire, passion. He never expected such feelings to come from you. This is a completely different side of you he is now seeing.

In the past, when you shared your poetry with him, they had a light, romantic touch. A sense of naivety and fairy tale outlook on love and life. But as Talbot, it was different.

"Helloooo?" Eloise waves her hand in front of Benedict, breaking his concentration.

He slaps her hand away, "What?"

Eloise snorts, "I have never seen you so deep in a book before, brother."

"A few ladies mentioned Arthur Talbot's work and I figured I see what the fuss was all about."

His sister rolls her eyes, "Women fawning over men waxing romantic poetics. Typical."

"I cannot wait for the day you fall in love, sister, and make an absolute fool of yourself." Benedict stands from his place at the table in the drawing room. He steps out to see Anthony and Kate escorting you to the door. His eyes brighten, "Y/N, I wasn't aware you were here."

You nod to him, "Apologies, Mister Bridgerton. I was simply here to discuss...business with Lord Bridgerton," you gesture to Anthony.

Benedict frowns, "Why such formality with us? We've been friends for years."

"Aunt Eliza advises me that I should be formal with you. She said that there may be men who envy the idea that I am close with you. So it is best we remain more...formal."

Benedict's shoulders sag, "Very well. We mustn't deter any...future prospects."

You nod, "Thank you for understanding," you face Anthony again and curtsey, "My Lord, thank you again for the list." You then face Kate, "I shall see you later, my Lady."

"Of course. I look forward to spending more time with you."

You proceed to take your leave, Benedict's eyes following you as you exit the Bridgertons' home.

"Excuse me," Benedict murmurs, heading straight to the study and pouring himself a drink.

Anthony clears his throat as he enters the room, "Will you be okay, brother? Truly."

"I have to be. There are much better men out there that will be able to provide the life and freedom she deserves. I need to accept that." Anthony, approaches his brother and gives him a reassuring pat on his shoulders, "I commend you for doing this. It won't be easy, but with time, I'm sure you'll be alright."

"Yes...time."

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"Tell me about yourself, Miss L/N," Lord Belmont says as he turns you about the ballroom among the other couples.

You have to admit that the man is handsome, "Well I love poetry and to read. I am a fair player of the pianoforte as well as the harp. I know Latin and Greek. I adore animals."

Lord Belmont hums, "How do you fare in the outdoors?"

"I enjoy my time riding and walking amongst nature."

The lord scrunches up his face and distaste, "Oh no. If you are to be my wife, you shall be inside at all times being lady of the house."

You look at him in disbelief, "Am I not allowed to step outside at all, my Lord?"

"Of course, but only when we need to attend balls or important festivities."

Thankfully, the dance ends and you quickly and politely excuse yourself. You head straight to the refreshment table. You grab a lemonade and gulp half the glass down.

"Are you well? You practically ran from Lord Belmont," Kate asks as she approaches you at the drinks table.

You hum, "While Lord Belmont is a handsome man, I do not think he would allow the...freedom, that I desire."

Kate nods in understanding, "I see. Well, onto the next then?" She hooks her arm around yours and guides you to the the corner of the room where Anthony, Benedict, Daphne, and a man you haven't seen before stands with them.

"Apologies, I bumped into Miss L/N at the refreshment table. She needed a break from dancing."

Daphne's eyes light up, "Wonderful! Miss L/N, this is the Duke's friend, Lord Montclair, a marquess" she gestures to the dark skinned man dressed in a navy blue velvet suit.

You curtsy, "Good evening, Lord Montclair."

He nods to you, "A pleasure, Miss L/N," he gives you a kind smile.

"Montclair, you have French heritage?"

His smile grows wider, "I do. My father is French. Have you been?"

You nod, "My family and I would travel there for the summer," your smile weakens, "Unfortunately, I have not visited for years now."

"I understand. It has been some time since I have visited as well."

You and the Marquess continue to look each other with kind eyes. Benedict hides his clenched fists behind his back. Kate watches her brother-in-law with careful eyes.

Daphne is beaming as she speaks, "Lord Montclair, Miss Y/N is well-versed in poetry."

"Really?"

You shy from his gaze, "Yes, um, my mother would read poetry all the time. I fell in love with it. I love how much emotion one can convey through few lines."

"She writes poetry, as well," Benedict speaks and you look at him in surprise, "The way her words can make you feel so much in small amounts of verses...it's a beautiful feeling."

You give him a grateful smile and turn back to Lord Montclair, "Mister Bridgerton flatters me, but I am a novice when it comes to poetry writing."

"I do hope I get to read some of your writing in the future, Miss L/N."

You giggle, feeling your cheeks heat up as Lord Montclair gives his attention to you, "Perhaps sooner than expected, my Lord."

Lord Montclair steps closer to you, "I know you are taking a moment from dancing, but perhaps you have space on your dance card for me?"

"Of course, my Lord," you offer him your dance card and watch as he scribbles his neck in the next space, which happens to be for the next dance coming up.

"Oh, it seems our dance is here," he holds out his hand, waiting for you with a smile.

You place your gloved hand in his and follow him as he escorts you to the floor. You glance back at the Bridgertons, who all watch you with eager, careful eyes.

As they all watch you waltz with the Marquess, Benedict asks his sister, "Do you vouch for the Marcquess?"

She nods, "Yes. He is very kind. He enjoys reading and archery-"

"Brother, Y/N excels in archery, correct?"

Benedict clenches his jaw, "She does." His eyes never waver from you as you smile while dancing with the marquess.

"Looks like there may be some things they have in common," Kate says, eyeing her brother-in-law.

"How wonderful for them," Benedict murmurs as he walks away from his siblings.

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You spend a large portion of your night conversing with Lord Montclair. The man was intelligent, charming, funny, and kind. He was the perfect man you see yourself marrying and yet...your eyes still wander towards Benedict. He spoke with some lords, danced with a few women. You knew you initiated the distance between you and Benedict, but that didn't mean it doesn't hurt you.

That man has held your heart for several years and it seems he will never reciprocate the feelings you have for him. So it's best to start the process of moving on, hopefully, with Lord Montclair.

And Lord Montclair did not disappoint when he called upon you the next morning.

He sat across from you in the sitting room, Aunt Eliza nearby going over some paperwork.

You look down at the bouquet of flowers, your favorite, the very ones you mentioned last night during your dance with Lord Montclair.

"Have you read any new poems today?" You shake your head and Montclair pulls out a book you are very familiar with, "Have you read Arthur Talbot's work? He's fairly new yet quite popular already."

You bite your lip to prevent you from bursting into a fit of giggles, "I adore his work. He has an impressive way of words."

He opens the book to a dog-eared page. He clears his throat and begins to recite,

To love you is to bathe in your light

To sway to your laughter,

With its melody and rhythm

To swell with pride when your eyes gaze on mine.

For that, I am whole

And you are forever my muse.

You felt a little...odd. Considering that not only is Lord Montclair reciting a poem that you wrote, but it's also about a man you are trying to get over. Not what you expected when you received your first caller.

"I believe that was one of Talbot's earlier works, yes?"

Montclair nods, "Yes, but I still believe the feeling of what he was trying to convey is very much still there, don't you agree?"

"Very much so, my Lord."

After some lengthy discussion about Talbot's work, you two move to the piano so you can teach him how to play.

"I never did have much of an ear for music. My mother was quite disappointed in me when I was unable to play any instrument she placed in my hands."

You chuckle, "We shall start with something easy." You show him how to place his fingers on the keys, giggling as you move each finger to the right location.

You continue to laugh with each other as you teach him the simplest of songs, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

As you laugh when he gets the wrong note, a footman enters the room, "Miss L/N, you have another caller."

Daphne enters the room and you immediately stand, "Your Grace!"

The duchess' smile grows at the sight of you and Lord Montclair, "I do hope I haven't upset you with my intrusion, but it is nearing lunch and Lord Montclair hadn't return. But I see why now." she gives you a teasing look.

"I apologize for keeping Lord Montclair for so long, your Grace."

"Nonsense, Y/N. I was just checking that our dear marquess is alright."

Lord Montclair chuckles as he, too, stands from the piano bench, "As you can see, I am quite alright, but I suppose I have overstayed my welcome."

You shake your head, "Of course not, my Lord. It was a pleasure seeing you. I hope to see you again soon."

He faces you, "I hope to see you as well," he gently grabs your gloved hand and places a kiss atop it.

He then bows to your aunt, "Miss Y/N, good day."

"You as well, my Lord," your aunt responds with a wave.

You curtsy to Daphne, and she and the marquess both leave your home.

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