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Baby Firefly Masterlist

Kinktober 2022: Day 22- sextape

[demon-lover-669]

Y/n: *leans down to look at slasher* I told you I’d have you on your knees

Slasher: you called and here I am~

Y/n: good boy~

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

telling the slashers you want to crack their skull open and look inside

mentioned: bo sinclair, otis driftwood, baby firefly, vincent sinclair

warnings: mentions of knives, mentions of death, just the reader being a little bit morbid as you can tell from the title

a/n: so this is kind of inspired by the song 'inside your mind' by the 1975. i just wanted to write how the slashers would react if their s/o were to outwardly tell them this cos i think it would be funny

bo sinclair

when you say this to bo, it's when you're both lying in bed together

you're head is on his chest and you're thinking about how little he tells you of what goes on in his head

"sometimes i want to crack open your skull and look inside," you say to him

now, he knows you would never do anything to hurt him and if you ever did, he could easily overpower you, but that doesn't mean he isn't unnerved by your admission

he's never heard something so morbid come out of your mouth before, so he's definitely thrown a little off balance by you saying it

"i shoulda kept your mouth glued shut," he eventually sighs, although he still isn't 100% sure you aren't actually going to attempt it

otis driftwood

you're sitting together in his room watching tv when you say this to him

you're not really paying much attention to the tv, mostly because you're wondering if you could ever possibly guess some of the thoughts that pass through otis's mind

over the time that you'd been together, it had become obvious to you just how intelligent and creative he was and it honestly made you curious to know what was inside his mind

the moment the words leave your mouth, otis is immediately reaching for his knife which prompts you to assure him that you don't mean it literally

you tell him that you just want to know everything that goes on inside his mind to which he kind of just looks at you with a slightly horrified expression on his face

"if you even attempt to come near my skull, i'm puttin' this knife straight through your fuckin' throat. got it?"

baby firefly

she kinda relates

although she quickly goes on a tangent about when she actually looked inside someone's head one time and saw what was there

she's blissfully unaware of how utterly grossed out you are as she gives you a vivid description of what is actually inside someone's mind

it ultimately ends with you no longer wanting to know what's inside baby's mind because you'd simply be too disturbed to find out

vincent sinclair

you're watching him work when you suddenly say the words to him

he's quite alarmed at first, unsure about whether or not you actually mean it

he doesn't really move or anything, he kind of just stands there motionless, watching you nervously

immediately noticing his unease, you clarify that you admire his creativity and are simply curious to see what goes on inside his mind

he's flattered by this but he doesn't offer you a response and just turns back to his work, letting you watch him again in peace

[Main Masterlist]

[msookyspooky]

Smacking the Slashers on the 🍑

Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Severen Van Sickle, Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Foxy Coltrane

Bo Sinclair:

- "What in the goddamn hell?!-" He drew out after jolting under the hood of a car. He was bent over, his double cheeked up on a Tuesday ass on full display; how could you not? I hope you got one hell of a good smack too. He deserves it. Use one of the fanbelts on the wall. Make it count cause he's not gonna let you do that often without him getting payback. (Oh, but he smacks yours constantly and that's fine)

- If he hit his head on the hood so help you God you need to run and hide for awhile cause he's gonna rage.

- After the shock wears off that someone just smacked his ass... He gets a smirk on his lips and forgets whatever he's working on. "Oh, ya wanna play, do ya? C'mere." You just gave him incentive to hold you down and let his inner perverted sadist out on your ass. You ain't gonna sit right for the rest of the day. I hope you evade him or it turns to a sex thing...Yeah, it'll be a sex thing.

Vincent Sinclair

- He was so busy sculpting and had his Classical Music on high. You tried to get his attention and when that didn't work you swatted him on the butt. He jumped a foot in the air and you had to duck when he almost accidentally took your head off with whatever tool he was using. You startled the hell out of him!

- He's blushing under his mask but gives you a confused look...He's not mad he's just...Curious why you did that.

- He doesn't get revenge right away. Instead, he'll wait till your busy one day and do it back to you just to see your reaction and if it's a playful one then he's kind of happy about it. Not use to this type of dynamic with anyone

Lester Sinclair

- He was loading or unloading a carcass in the bed of his truck and it had been a boring day so you couldn't help it when you smacked him.

- He let's out the funniest noise, blushing like crazy clutching his rear and asks: "Youch! What was that for?"

- If you let him know it was you being flirty or cheeky; he's just standing there smiling a goofy smile and has an extra pip in his step while he works. He probably won't get revenge (At least not right away) but he will be tickled pink that you liked his ass enough to smack it.

Billy Loomis

- He gets so damn serious and overdramatic with certain things that when he was rummaging for something and irritated he couldn't find it; you decided to make him shut up in the best way you knew how.

- *SMACK* He flinched, his back stiffened and a glare instantly crept onto his face. "...You are so dead."

- You better run. He gets this shit enough from Stu, now you? He secretly enjoys it but he's a lil edgelord that can't let you know that.

- Que him chasing you around the house, jumping over and tripping over furniture to either smack your ass ten times harder or punch you in the arm or hold you down and tickle you till you can't breathe.

Stu Macher

- He is CONSTANTLY smacking your ass. CONSTANTLY. You walk sideways and backwards around him! So when he's sitting on his bed in a weird way on his stomach or something with his ass up? Hell yes you're getting him!

- He either releases a genuine gasp because you took him by surprise or the fakest turned 'aauuugh!' moan to be a smart ass cause he knew what you were gonna do (He liked it. He wanted it. He's a whore like that.)

- He giggled and gave you a sadistic smile. "Oh, that ass is mine!" and the chase is on.

- If he catches you; he is holding you down and goosing and feeling you up just as much as smacking you. He is a giant perv and holding you down while squeezing and spanking your ass is definitely on his cumbucket list im js

- Unlike Billy who knows when enough is enough; Stu does not. Just warning that if he catches you he's turning it into something very fucking horny. He is feeling you up one way or another.

Severen Van Sickle

- He was almost always playful and he would just give you a pat on the ass out of excitement on the regular not even thinking about it. So when you finally returned the favor his whole body stiffened a bit and a smirk formed on his face.

- "Oh?...Ya like what ya see, babydoll?" He'd tease you. Not getting revenge but not letting you run away either. He'd fold his arms in that leather jacket and smirk down at you with a twinkle to his blue eyes. Getting closer, cornering you into the wall with one hand bracing it as he leaned over you.

- "Wanna try that again?" He asked. Hell you weren't sure if it was a warning or genuine glee. Eitherway he wasn't mad he just loved seeing you get flustered.

- He definitely teased the hell out of you the rest of the night. Even telling his family and loving seeing you blush. He secretly wants you to do it again and purposely bends over near you not only to be a teasing ass but because it got him excited. He actually is curious if you have the balls to do it again because if you do that's just fun! He'll make it a big sexy flirty game from here on out...Definitely doing it more in private too.

Baby Firefly

- I would not...That's a level of sadistic crazy you cannot contain but if you did? It's 50/50 how she'd react. Most likely, she'd play it up after you spanked her while she was getting something.

- "The flying fuck was that for?!" She glared and when you get sheepish like she wanted then a grin would appear. "Hey...Are you flirtin' with me, honey? You wanna smack my ass again? C'mon. I know you like it." She will literally expose her ass for you and you aren't sure what to do because she LOVED to manipulate and play mind games to get you submissive with her so...Was this a trap?

- If you do smack her ass again, she's definitely going to make it a 'My turn!' and smack you twice as hard before whispering something sexy in your ear...May or may not lead to a game of ass slap where she's winning and you're running away from her because she hurts!

Otis B. Driftwood

- Grouchest Motherfucker to ever exist unless he really is in a good mood. When he was working on an 'art piece' and was ignoring you on purpose you took the chance of smacking his ass.

- He dropped his needle and thread and glared at you. "...Are you fuckin' serious right now? I ain't got time for this ya lil shit!"

- However. He's full of shit himself saying it because whether you get solemn, bratty, playful, annoyed. Does not matter. He's giving you a 10 seconds headstart and telling you "Run lil rabbit run." With a smirk. Especially as he gets older. Prison made him appreciate the little things including having an S/O that wanted to get frisky.

- Once he catches you, and he will in time, he puts you over his knee whether you're at. Outside in the barn, in the woods, in the damn living room in front of everyone. Does not matter. He will give your ass a few swats from his hand till your squirming while taunting you "Ain't this fun? Ain't this what you wanted?" all before doing it a few more times. He ain't done till your teary eyed and squirming and your ass is blood red. Then he's dipping his hand down. Rubbing soothing circles while whispering naughty praise in your ear. "That's a good lil girl/boy/bunny for me...How about we take this back to my room and you can show Daddy how much ya want his attention?"

Winslow Foxworth 'Foxy' Coltrane

- He was a bit hungover. Groaning like the oldman he is and bent over to get another beer from the mini fridge in the room when you took a towel because you showered and you aren't nasty like him and Otis and just...Rolled it up and smacked his ass.

- He yelped and jolted a bit before giving you the most unamused glare. "Really?...Really, you lil fuck- Ow!" You definitely smacked him again the second he got close enough. Something about that second smack has a smirk on his face. A husky chuckle escapinging him because you just made this a thing. "Ohohoo, you're fuckin' in trouble now. Come the fuck over here, asscakes. I think you could use a few lickin's yourself."

- He has good reflexes and a high tolerance for pain so he just jerks that towel out of your hand when you go to smack him and loops it around your waist. Pulling you flush against him where you can't get free.

- He uses his large hands to grope your ass and give it a good smack while you're up against him and he's smirking down at you. "Ya like that, baby? You must really want to give me an excuse to feel up this fine ass of yours."

- It is most definitely 100% leading to the most nastiest raunchy dirty but fun sex. The type of sex that you aren't keen on sharing details about. He smacked your ass the entire time while talking dirty to you.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villains x Reader || Imagines

Who wants some unrealistic fluff for Horror Villains? I sure do, let's do it-

Bo yelling at you, shocking you, and then Vincent coming outta fricken nowhere to huddle with you, hold your hands, and touch foreheads until you feel better. You might get over it quick, but he still want to protect you so he keeps softly squeezing your hands in his big warm talented artist hands and staying close to you.

Sitting in between Jason's legs or in his lap, with your back against his broad chest in front of a camp fire at night so you feel all snuggly and warn against him and with the heat of the fire wafting over to you. The only things that you hear are the fire crackling and the forest around you doing its natural, spooky-yet-comforting thing and, for a while... nothing feels bad ^^

Feeling sad and lonely, just cuz thats what your asshole of a brain is doing to you then, when Bo collapsing into bed with you after a long, exhausting day of his own. He doesnt even get changed, just takes off his hat and runs a hand through his sweaty hair. Then he wraps his arm over you and draws you into him and gives a beyond tired sigh. Ahh, there it is... he mutters, closing his eyes and falling asleep. Everything feels better after that ^^

Begging Freddy to just be a boyfriend for the night- just get into bed with you and wrap his arms around you. You really need it, just for tonight. Just a moment... to feel better. Miraculously he agrees and curls himself around you, his chin on your head, and you just take a deeeeep breath hidden where all you can see is red and freen stripes... and let it out... and start to feel better. Thank you...

Tiffany running you a bubble bath; The perfect temperature with lotsa soft bubbles and nice-smelling bath salts (Caramel, or eucalyptus, or chocolate... something that's warm and non-headachy, and comforting to you), and about a gazillion candles lit up and burning steadily all around you (Non-flickery). When you're ready to get out she has the softest robe of hers for you to wear and gives you sweet cheek kisses.

Laying down on the floor because you're just so overwhelmed and frustrated and just closing your eyes and counting to yourself... until Baby finds you- an Uno deck in her hand. Without a word she deals you seven cards and the two of you play a nice long round without saying a word, or even making faces at each other. It's a nice easy (But not too easy) thing to focus on and the first sound you make in who-knoss-how long ends up being a little laugh when you Draw Four her. She doesn't even mind the betrayal when you finally smile.

... Leaving the room where you were hanging with Chucky all of a sudden and going to your room, and screaming into a pillow because it's been building up for 2 damn movies. He'll hold you from behind for as long as it takes, happy to just lay there drawing patterns into your back (Possibly symbols?? Possibly sigils???) until you're ready to roll over and cuddle him back.

Candyman noticing your sour, upset mood and lifting your head up with his hook under your chin... looking so deeply into your eyes that maybe you start to shake a little under the intensity, and asking in that voice-... are you alright my dear? And you know he really means it, he really cares and he really wants to do something about if you're not okay.

Feeling dizzy and drained due to low-iron or from just not eating well lately when Foxy comes in with bags of groceries. When you look inside, it's all good stuff- bags full of big juicy apples and manderines and sweet, in-season nectarines. And other bags full of juicy broccoli and cobs of corn and lots and lots of snow peas. Also orange juice, and plain yoghurt, and some light crackers. Its a feast of non-heavy, healthy food that'll perk you up and you know he went grocery shopping for you and that just means so much!! You pull him into a hug and you don't even mind the B.O and gas smell ^^

Pamela having you stop working - you can do the dishes later, I know its hard but don't even look at them, - and just sit the hell down in front of the TV. She then puts her adorable baby Jason in your lap to cuddle carefully and turns on a nice long movie you both can watch. You will sit there, smell clean baby head, and watch TV for the duration of this film. Then she'll have a good, hearty meal ready for you, and you'll take a good long shower, and then- if you're well refreshed and still want to- you can do the dishes.

Feeling stressed out and your head won't stop going, so Norman guides you gently, tentatively away from whatever you were doing and to a bench before dissapearing for a moment. When he comes back he has a big book with plenty of pictures inside (Fauna species, or maps, or insects or something) and sits with you for a long time just looking through the pages. Every now and then he'll point at something in particular and stutter out a quiet comment that you nod carefully to, and until you're fully relaxed and engage in conversation with him about them ^^

Chop Top fixing his big noise cancelling headphones to your ears good and firm when you can't stand the random fricken noises anymore and playing music for you - music you like, - good and loud so everything else is tuned out until you're exhausted and ready to go to sleep.

BONUS, because this makes the total no. of imagines 13: Getting sick and tired of 'Sheriff Hoyt' and feeling uncomfortable about the whole stolen identity thing because who you fell in love with was Charlie- so he gets changed back into his comfy flannel and overalls and tells you he's Charlie again, for the night. C'mere, he tells you, pulling you by your waist into his side. You can't stop looking at him in that old baseball cap.

Which one of these would make you feel better??? I'd be so happy with Foxy!

[juniperhillpatient]

I love siblings that kill people for demonic sacrifices & desecrate the corpses while on a dangerous road trip on the run from the authorities….. especially when the brother is really angry & serious & the sister is a silly goofball….

(realized a hilariously specific recurring theme in my favorite fictional dynamics & felt the need to draw two of my fave duos together yes I know I’m not an artist but I like to have fun so sh)

[marinerainbow]

Baby Firefly:

Baby is so powerful that she can make continuity errors within her own universe and get away with it because who can say no to that face??

In all seriousness, now I'm imagining Baby telling Y/N that she's going to give them dinner and a show for a date- and she goes to pester Rufus to drive her to the nearest take-out place (after dinner she dons one of her costumes abd some make up and sings you one of the classics)

Best date ever in my opinion.

To be a tad more self-indulgent; I'm imagining me, Tiffany, and Baby all having a dinner date at home (I'm trying to introduce them!! You gotta slowly get crazy hotties used to each other just like pets). Tiffany is of course busting out her recipes, I'm trying to help her while trying to stay out of the way (I like cooking together ^^), but Baby is late?? I called her, and she said she's just grabbing a few things. I'm not sure whether to panic, and Tiffany is trying to distract me (while also not showing too much care towards Baby. What? She hasn't even met that girl yet! And so far she's sounding like a pain... Which she is, but that's not the point, Tiff 😅)

And then eventually Baby comes back, bags of take-out in her arms and waving happily to me, "Hey sugarpie!" And Tiffany already feels the urge to strangle her 😅

[walkiingcandle]

Hello there! Can u do an Otis, bubba, Thomas, baby, Vincent, and Bo headcannon on how they'd react to a Halloween obsessed partner? Like, decorating first day of September, making a bunch of sweets, refusing to wear summer clothes while it's still baking outside, (basically me rn). (Also I don't remember if u said any1 from the chucky franchise in ppl u write but if u can add tiffany thay would be cool)

YESYEYSYEYS OMG THANK Y9U

I am currently decorating my bedroom for Halloween LMFOAHR but I'm the same way😭

ANYWAYS,,,, here's your Headcannons :)! I hope you enjoy <3!

Slashers X Halloween Obssesed! Reader

🎃(Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Tiffany Valentine!)🕯

Otis Driftwood 🍂

Otis and you have a mutual love for the spooky season!

He frequently finds you in the kitchen, Halloween themed utensils and apron making some sort of spooky theme treat !

he enjoys the Frankenstein rice Krispy treats :)

He won't help you make the halloween decor but he will help put them up!!

He makes you spooky theme art!

The first time he seen you wearing fall clothes in the Texas heat, he ignored it, it is your choice after all

that's until you have a heatstroke

he cares a little more, fearing for that to happen again.

you and him will makes costumes together :)

10/10

Baby Firefly 🍁

Another one who would be a amazing Halloween partner :)

Unlike Otis she would help you make decorations and sweet treats!

she enjoys replicas of the Pillsbury Halloween cookies !!

you two would make spooky decor out of old toys and hang then around the house!! both inside and out :)

now for the outfits,,

she would be concerned but wouldn't wanna make you feel bad so she would hold off, maybe keeping water and something to cool down with on hand:) (like a wet wash cloth!)

defo more concerned than otis

the moment you have a hear stroke? she will try and convince you to wear something lighter :)<3

11/10 love her fr

Bubba Sawyer 🎃

sweet boy

I feel the Sawyers didn't go above and beyond for holidays, kinda the bare minimum

so when you came along?

and you loved Halloween?

bubba may not understand at first but he supports it! till it gets really spooky :(

he will help you make decor out of bones and anything else! :)

he will also help you place them somewhere where you may not be able to reach yourself!!!

he l o v e s helping you bake treats

his favorite is blood brain pie (food dyed red apple pie:))

he gets very very concerned with how you dress in the heat!

will try to pursue you into something cooler so you do not pass out during chores or through the day!

10/10 love him sm

Thomas Hewitt 🔪

Another supportive slasher!!

he would l o v e coming back and seeing you Making something on the kitchen or crafting a new decoration!

The family may not let you go all out in the rest of the house tho :( a few nick nacks are okay!

Thomas would love if you went all out in your shared bedroom :)

he is happy if you're happy

loves sewing you little pumpkins or ghosts

loves making you things in general

in his free time he helps you bake

his favorite would probably be zombies breath (blue drink w dry ice in it) <3

he loves watching old Halloween films with you

would be extremely concerned with your attire in the texas heat

water and cool rag on hand 24/!

12/10 I love love love love love him<3333

Vincent Sinclair 🕯

He isn't a huge Halloween fan, he enjoys the more calms holidays ! (valentines, Easter, ect.)

but he loves that you enjoy it so much :)

definitely helps you with decorations as much as he can, not knowing how many they had lying around

I doubt the sinclairs had decorated much anyway :(

he'd make you spooky themed wax figures, paintings, drawings, ect!

he loves when you bring him down your newest batch of spooky treats!

his favorite is probs cookies as well :) keeping it simple!

Ambrose I believe chills off around fall so your attire don't really concern him!

he wears the same thing like sigh

if it doesn't

he may get worried

even though he wears that sweater 24/7 around hot ass wax🙄

9/10 -1 bc he has no room to talk abt attire during hot weather (love him tho mwah<3)

Bo Sinclair 🕸

he doesn't really like Halloween as much as you do

it's kinda like "okay? cool?" kinda mood with it

would not help you make decor or sweets

would eat the sweets tho and hang the decor (if you asked nicely)

his favorite sweet is probably booberry pie !!

he enjoys when you make him something and bring it down to the station

he will watch any spooky film they have on vcr with you! nice beer, you cuddled up to him, a film playing? sounds nice to bo

he won't really care about your attire he wear long sleeves all the time so it don't matter to him

7/10 for not making treats and decor:(

Tiffany Valentine 🕷

she loves Halloween and you can't tell me different.

will make sweets and help decorate the trailer with you :) even tho the place is basically decorated for Halloween all year round!

she loves seeing you make some sort of new spooky dish or beverage

her favorite is probs witches brew (drink)

she would take you Halloween costume shopping and watch movies with you !

she dont really care about the fall clothes !

it seems to get fall weather where she is based so she thinks it is a good thing!

11/10 love Tiffany sm omg mwah <3

I'm sorry if these weren't what you wanted :( I tried my best but I hope you enjoyed and thank you for sending this in 💗 have a good spooky season!!!🪰

[house-of-slayterr]

Baby Firefly singing Material Girl… that’s it, that’s the whole post.

Tag: @myers-meadow

[moth--blood]

Slashers with a s/o who makes Kandi

thought of this at midnight so i wrote them down!! :)

ft. Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Bubba and Nubbins Sawyer, Otis Driftwood and Baby Firefly

Michael Myers 🔪

not too fond of finding stray beads in random places around the house but he likes your enthusiasm

his version of kandi trading is you make him something, be it a charm or a bracelet or pearler, and he makes you a mask!

equal exchange yk?

if you make him a Kandi face mask? that's his favorite one

he adores it but doesnt wear it a lot in fear of the string snapping

if you have a piece with his name on it, he just kinda stares at you. hes not really sure how to react but he likes when you wear it out of the house

quietly impressed if you make actual clothes out of the beads. he doesn't understand how you do it or how you have the patience but he's impressed

Vincent Sinclair 🕯️

makes you a space in the basement for your beads and string and whatever else you use!!

he's glad you both have creative hobbies, and you can (hopefully) help him with replicating jewelry from victims if they break

will cry if you make him something. what do you mean you care about him enough to include him in your hobby?? sobbing on the spot he adores whatever you make him

if you show him how to make bracelets, he'll definitely try his hand at it! probably accidentally snaps the string trying to tie them sometimes tho

"trading" with vincent is similar to michael. if you make him something, he'll make you a wax something! probably a small statue of your favorite animal

if you have a bracelet with his name on it he's very flustered at first. he's a fan, definitely, just doesn't know how to initially respond

very impressed and curious if you make clothes with the beads. likes watching you work

Bubba Sawyer 🪚

make him a bracelet please

he'll be moved enough that you even wanted to make him something and he'll never take it off

in the event of the string snapping, he grabs all the pieces and goes to you teary eyed and babbling apologies while you're kinda like "bubba string breaks its fine--"

clears an area in the basement a very good distance from his tools for you to work! insists on being downstairs with you, though, in case you get hurt.

if you make charms and pearlers, he'll incorporate them into his non-work outfits ^^

if you have a bracelet with his name on it? he wants one too! you can match!!

loves doing the handshake thing with you even if no trades/gifts are happening

if you make clothing items? please make him something for his suit he will love you forever (he already does, but.)

Nubbins Sawyer 📷

loves the beads more than anything honestly

this is the second closest you'll get to actual trading. he makes his own bracelets too, though they're of bones instead of colorful beads and charms, so you both have a fun mix of morbid and colorful!

also really likes doing the handshake, insists on doing it when he gives you random things he finds

same with bubba, if you have something with his name he wants one of yours

if you make charms and pearlers he puts them on or in his bag! definitely shows them off to people he's hitchhiking with

definitely asks for a bead bag, if you can make them. offers several bone items in return

Otis Driftwood 🎃

lets you set up a space to work in his room, probably next to his own work corner

likes that you use random items you find for your pieces too (like if you use can tabs, or small toys!)

will be pretty nonchalant if you make him something but he wears it literally everywhere. all the time.

if you make pearlers or charms he hangs them on his walls to show them off

steals string and beads for you sometimes

you have something with his name on it? you gotta wear it. no he doesn't care if the colors dont fit your outfit or theme you gotta wear it it's the law y/n

PLEASE make him halloween themed things he will cherish them forever

also not a fan of finding stray beads around his room but oh well

in the event of trading, he would rather just give you what he made you but he understands the hand thing is important to you

Baby Firefly 🐞

she loves watching you work

if you're willing to show her how, she's a very fast learner and likes making her own bracelets!

gives you so many kisses if you make her anything, she's guaranteed to love whatever it is

similar to otis, will adore anything halloween themed you make. will 100% fix them into her costumes

you have her name on something? she makes a matching one with yours :) also insists on you wearing it outside the house like otis does

loves doing the handshake thing! please do it with her

really likes the big cuffs and tries making them herself, though she getz really frustrated when she messes up a lot so she doesn't have many

you make the clothing stuff? she will make a million bracelets to trade for one dude. she doesn't understand how you have that much patience but she always loves the end results

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

October 22nd: Sextape

Baby Firefly X Reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: slight bloodplay (not your blood), consensual filming, you fucking her (strap or dick, it's vague), morally grey reader, allusions to you and baby killing a couple, Domish reader, dirty talk

The whole setup was rather raunchy. From the seedy hotel room with a mirror on the ceiling to the large cam recorder on the wooden dresser across from the bed. This whole thing would be the perfect cocktail for the cheese 70s porn tapes.

It would be if it wasn't for the blood from the couple that Baby and you lured in for a night of fun was splattered on your bodies as the two of you showed off the dead bodies in the corner before showing off each other's nude bloodied bodies.

Baby was rather comfortable with her body as she grabs the camera, placing it onto the bedside table before joining you on the bed. You lips kissed down her neck as she let's out a soft gasp.

"This is probably one of the most reckless things I've ever done in my life"

You mused while nibbling on her ear lobe, your hands smearing the blood droplets all over Baby's tits. Your fingertips lightly pinched her erect nipples as another moan came out of her lips.

"Damn Baby, you must be really into showing off for the Camara, I bet you're soaked"

A smirk spread on your lips as she made another soft moan in response. Her soft moans were heavenly to hear as your other hand moved to her exposed pussy. Her arousal was evident, coating your fingers before you inserted a digit inside of her.

"I bet you can take me well with how wet you are."

Baby bites back her groans before you lightly scolded her to let her moans all out. Adding another finger, you started to stretch her a bit to prepare for her to be fucked.

"Please just fuck me already!"

Baby groaned out, rolling her hips into your hand. Feeling a bit of sympathy towards how needed the blonde was, you took out your fingers before guiding her to your pelvic area, slowly lowering herself down you.

Her moans became more louder while you started to bounce her up and down with one of your hands while your free hand rubbed on her swollen clit.

"You like that, baby? Fuck I might have to eat you out after. I bet you'd like that, being filmed as I'm eating this nice pussy out?"

You teased as you moved closer to the camara to show how much the both of your are enjoying this.

[writerfae]

Did toddler Aiden do the thing where you look away for one minute and he's not there?

Henry definitely did it

Oh definitely. Both him and Henry were really curious toddlers.

You really had to keep an eye on him, he’d randomly run off if he saw something interesting.

He followed around cats. He followed around people (mostly just his family and their friends).

When he was fascinated with something, he’d sometimes stare at it very long with really big eyes. Sometimes he stared at something that even a half-fae like him shouldn’t be able to see.

He took things in his tiny hands and probably his mouth that a toddler has no business to take. Sharp objects, for example.

Just to name some things.

He could be quite the handful, sometimes. His family loved him anyway.

[msookyspooky]

Some '3 From Hell' Sibling HC's if you joined the Firefly Family

If they weren't the ones to bring you into the family:

- Otis would be the hardest to warm up to:

Unless you two are a couple or something and or he's the one that brought you into the family; he is gonna tolerate you only. The man has trust issues and contempt for most people and humanity as a whole. You ain't special. In fact, he'll remind you how unspecial you are everyday till you prove otherwise.

- Foxy is gonna be the most chill with you:

Even if one of his siblings brought you into the family; Foxy's just laid back and chill like that. Even if he's a con artist at heart and will manipulate you then watch your reactions for some 'test' to prove your worth in this family...He's still pretty okay with you overall. May not always be the most friendly but he's not hostile like Otis or in your face like Baby. In fact, if you don't annoy him he might even tell Otis 'C'mon Whitey, they ain't that bad. Let 'em stay for fuckin' entertainment purposes if anything.'

- If you're a pretty woman/female presenting; It's 50/50 whether Baby would like you right away or dislike you out of jealousy at first:

Unless she brought you in of course; Baby can be a loose canon on how she treats someone especially someone her brothers brought into the family and ESPECIALLY another pretty girl like her. Because let's face it; our girl is a bit of a pick me at times. She craves attention and won't hesitate to put other women in their place like she did Mary in Ho1000C to remind these women she's better than them and she could take their man in a heartbeat. She whispered to her Daddy Cutter in Devil's Rejects 'what a skank!' while giggling about the sexworker trying to hook up with Otis at Charlie's Ranch. She grew up the only girl in a family that cattered to her because of how angelic and beautiful she was. She can have anyone she wants and is use to all eyes on her. The only positive female interaction we've ever seen is the brunette sexworker at Charlie's Ranch with them dancing together and in the tub later. Then Bela in 3 from Hell that wanted to hook up (And I suppose we see her partying with the other two sexworkers in that psychedelic montage).

So she COULD be elated and look at you as the sister she never had, want you for herself and give some competition to her brother(s), or she could also dislike you getting any attention over her in public especially if you're pretty and girly like she is. If the latter, she'd treat you just as hateful as she does her female victims and make snide remarks until she gets over it or warms up to you.

If you're masc presenting, male or nonbinary or hate to say it but she doesn't view you as pretty (I'd cry) she probably just accepts you're here and trys to warm up to you like Foxy does. Just a bit friendlier than Foxy.

- If you're drastically younger than them they treat you like a kid:

(Under 27/ A decade younger than Baby and 2 decades younger then Otis and Foxy)

• Baby pinches your cheeks and makes 'Aw, you poor innocent child!' remarks with a grin if you don't instantly get a dirty joke.

• Foxy is gesturing to you telling his siblings 'Hey, YN is in here. Watch your language.' just to fuck with you.

• Otis makes jokes at your expense or says shit like 'My God, what are you? Fuckin 12?' but that also means they're all VERY Protective of you as the 'youngest sibling'.

- If they're close enough to make you a member of the family then they are EXTREMELY protective of you:

They all are fine with you having a good time. After all, family motto 'let's get fucked up and do fucked up shit' so unless you're their partner; they're cool with it. Hell, even if you are they're partner I could see them being okay with a possible open relationship. Either one depending on your relationship dynamics...But if someone is making unwanted moves on you and coming on too strong they are glaring them down.

• Foxy has his chin up and a death glare as he towers over whoever is too close and makes a firm remark to back off.

• Otis is straight up going to insult them and threaten them in the meanest way he can.

• Baby is latched onto you the entire night or dragging you along no matter who you are to her partner or just a sibling. She'll threaten some bitch or asshole being mean to you with a huge smile and her knife.

• Foxy has a habit of being the last to enter a room with his shotgun slung over his shoulder so he also puts his hand on your back and guide you inside protectively.

• Otis is the first one to watch your drink and make sure no one gets near it.

• Baby has an arm around you all night long or takes your hand to go places.

• If someone like a bounty hunter of someone like another Aquarius and his gang were to harm you? Oh they ALL are going to go out of their way to make them suffer.

- Foxy urges you to watch Classic Cinema late at night with him whether you want to or not:

Tells you every actor or actress as well as the production. If you know a few vague classics like 'The Man who Laughs' or 'Metropolis' you are his new best friend. He is going to demand to know all your favorites and why you like them.

- Otis demands you know how to properly shoot a gun and throw knives because you're no good to them if you can't defend yourself:

He's actually a very patient teacher and grins at you when you get a bullseye the first time even if he teases you about 'Bout fuckin time, YN! Been out here long enough!'

- Otis gifts you your first weapon

- Baby wants family time the most and thoroughly enjoys your company:

Go on walks, eat food, talk. Regardless, she wants you with her. She was alone for 10 years in prison. Now that she has a family again she ain't letting a single moment go to waste.

- You're getting a nickname:

Whether it's a petname like Vera Ellen has as 'Angel Baby / Baby' or a shortened version of your name like Winslow Foxworth with 'Foxy' or a complete alias from a Groucho Mark's film like 'Otis B. Driftwood'...You WILL be getting a nickname they use exclusively.

- If you're pretty to her and she's fond of you, Baby calls you 'Kitty':

You don't even begin to know how much she actually cares for you or the symbolism with that petname

- If you kill, then however you kill or a character you remind him of is what Otis is calling you

- If you're unwilling to maime/torture they're surprisingly fine with it:

Sure, it does cause tension especially when you first join because they think you're like everyone else and won't fit in but as long as you're willing to kill in self defense they accept you. If you are strictly no killing at all? You're probably a pet for one of them at best because no member of their family isn't a member without being willing to get their hands dirty with murder especially in a life or death situation. But Tiny, Grandpa Hugo, RJ, Mama and Captain Spaulding/Cutter all seemed to let Baby and Otis (And whereever the Fuck Foxy was) take the sadism reigns the most while they just enjoyed the show, killed when they had to or when someone pissed them off. But RJ and Tiny We see only kill cops or when necessary, Cutter definitely kills plentifully but was annoyed with Baby and Otis torturing the girl in the motel in Devil's Rejects and spared the one woman with the boy in the parking lot. We only see Baby and Otis truly torturing victims and enjoying it thoroughly and Foxy getting a kick out of breaking a victim mentally before killing them (We never see him truly torture someone on screen like we did Baby and Otis but his sadism is definitely there).

So you wouldn't be the first family member they had to not get into heavy torture. As long as you stay out of their way, they learn to accept it. It's like a vegetarian in a family of carnivores. As long as you don't damn them for how they live; they accept you.

- Being celebrated if you do something to earn your stripes (Kill a cop, evade a highspeed chase, protect one of them when they rarely need it):

Do they ever hype you up! It feels like a right of passage that you really are family to them in this 'sick sad world' as they view it. Drinking, getting you anything you want, doing whatever you want. Foxy is smiling at you, Otis is giving you credit for once even in the form of a bullying remark and Baby is smacking you and dancing around while cheering you on.

- Foxy secretly being relieved you're there even if he doesn't show it:

He's left out quite a bit because of the bond Otis and Baby have and he's the third wheel. (He gives forgotten middle child vibes I swear) so having a fourth 'sibling' is great to him especially if you both get along because he doesn't feel as left out. If you're a couple that's even better!

If you're Romantic with a member (Or members 👀) of the Firefly Family:

- Foxy is the biggest hopeless romantic followed by Baby then Otis:

• Foxy quoted Quasimodo to woo Bela like it was nothing. He adores old cinema and what are those classic films without romance? He may be one of the toughest, sadistic, egotistical guys you'll ever meet but if you're his he is very romantic towards you; at least in private. (Loyalty as far as not cheating is iffy ngl all 3 of them that's debatable) but out of all of them he is the one to call his partner oetnames. Some might be sexual like 'ass cakes' like he called Bela but there's definitely ones like doll or sweetheart or darlin' or even putting 'my' in front of every petname just to seal the deal (My sweet girl. My darlin. My baby. My boy... Mine.) He's also very aware of how to woo you and secretly craves the praise and attention you give him. He likes to be playful when flirting and doesn't like too sappy of a relationship but in private he's willing to lay it out there how much he cares about you. Don't expect too much PDA though or a date. But a private 'date' in the woods, at a lake, or at home; sure!

• Baby is romantic but not in a sappy way. Her romance with a partner is more teenage romance. Think her surprising you with tiny gifts, teasing you while kissing you, calling you both sweet petnames and mocking juvenile nicknames too. Like, you're both 'her kitty' and 'poopy pants' just because. She loves scarying you or rough housing with you and then being the one to hang all over and comfort you afterwards. She just likes to keep things light hearted and exciting at all times. She loves to tease you and flirt. She's a playful bully in a relationship and wants you flustered. Constantly asks 'Are you flirting with me? Is this a date? Aw, are you blushing? Are you checking me out?' with a smirk no matter what your answer is.

• Otis is the least romantic. His romance is just touch or a straight forward 'I want you'. He's creative, yes, but he's not one to write sonnets or paint you something. If anything, he may gift you some belt he made of snakeskin or a skull of an animal he cleaned up. Something that matches his morbid hobbies so he doesn't feel 'sappy'. Never expect a fancy necklace or roses because you ain't getting them. But a knife or a skull or a necklace with a vial of his blood is very doable. Depending on your gender; He calls you 'Mama' or 'Boy' or 'Babe' and that's about it. Might throw in 'Suga' or 'Honey' here and there. His 'date' is him half joking in a mocking way and it's just hanging out with him while he does something.

- They all 3 crave a playful partner or at least one with a sense of humor:

• Baby NEEDS a playful partner. Period. End of. She has to have a partner that's willing to get into tickle fights and wrestle and have playfights and pull pranks on each other and make fun of her brothers with her and go on crazy adventures together. If you're not playful, she won't even be into you.

• Otis doesn't need it for a relationship to function but it is appreciated. A sense of humor that's a bit dark is a must but playfulness is nice too. He's use to Baby's pestering and playfighting so if anything you playfighting with him just gets him to not be so grumpy and loosen up a bit. If you annoy him too much he can just hold you down and punish you in a very fun way.

• Foxy is a slightly 'less' version of Baby but he really needs a partner that can have fun. He is constantly smiling at Baby's antics in the movie and a partner is no different. He loves you cracking a joke, even a bad one. He loves you poking him or trying to get him to give chase to you. Even if he tries to be serious and tell you 'Goddamn, stop it.' he still has a smirk on his face. If you keep up poking or tickling or smacking him or something he is coming after you to give it right back to you tenfold with a sadistic smirk on his face.

- None of them care about an age gap if you're more than 10 years younger than them:

• Baby still views herself as young (And honestly she still is at 37 even if it's not young young) and will literally fuck someone up if they bring up the fact she's nearing 40 or you both have a 10 year age gap. If they say 'Is that your Mom/Older Sister/Aunt?' she is getting pissy and ready to gut them because they think she looks that old?!

• Otis is the eldest at 59 and doesn't care about societies norms. You can be 30+ years younger than him and he does not care. If someone says something, he's definitely crudely making some remark about how well you fuck him as an adult while wrapping an arm around you. If someone asks 'Is this your Dad?' he is definitely smirking and telling them 'I'm they're Daddy but I ain't they're motherfuckin father.'

• Foxy is somewhere in his late 40's to 50's in between Otis and Baby if I had to guess. He knows he's older than you and like Otis he doesn't care. Hell, sometimes it's a turn on. If someone asks 'Is that your Dad?' he is fucking with them by agreeing he is and then kissing you passionately and then saying something like 'Honey, call your mom and sister and tell them we're gonna be late for dinner. You know how your mother gets when her hubby and youngest are late.' just to smirk at the horrified look on the persons face.

- They're all possessive partners in different ways:

• Otis is the most possessive partner out of his 3 siblings. He is so use to leading the entire Firefly Family (Prime example was him telling Hugo in Ho1000C 'I'll just go around back and take control like I always fuckin do!') so he naturally is both protective and possessive of a person that accepts him enough to be with him. There is no 'breaking up'...EVER. He doesn't bond with many people and he isn't letting you go or letting anyone else interfere. He might even start telling you if an outfit 'makes you look like a hooker' or if you 'were fucking drooling over some asshole' if he's pissed off enough over men looking at you because he can't admit he's the one jealous here but you giving him the okay to kill anyone that flirts with you or convincing him (Firmly. Otis is not going to listen unless you match energy with him) then it would probably solve a lot of his underlying fear you're looking for a way out. But he is still going to keep you close in public to make sure no one gets too handsy in bars. Hate to say it but it might be years before he fully trust you just because in his line of 'work' he can't afford to trust people. He's not going to aimlessly kill every guy that looks at you but if they touch you? Something is happening to them.

• Foxy is about like Otis but not as intense. In fact, he's probably fine with whatever you wear or someone flirting with you as a means to have an excuse to have some intense possessive sex with you later where he makes you repeat you're his. But he's more open about his insecurity than Otis not because of sex or looks but because he genuinely has a hard time understanding why you're in love with a man like him. Especially if you treat him well despite seeing the fucked up shit he's done. He probably asks you all the time 'Babydoll, what the fuck are ya doin' with me?'. Will most definitely give a glare to anyone trying to put their hands on you and shuts that shit down immediately. If they get too pushy he's gonna smolder and wait all night before killing them outside their car when everyone is gone.

• Baby is the least possessive outwardly but she gets jealous the most. You can wear what you want, dance how you want, shit you could even flirt with someone if you want to as long as you're with her. But if the flirting gets too intimate she is killing them. Unlike Foxy who is going to try and keep his cool at first or Otis who has to be pushed a bit too far before planning a kill in public ...Baby is straight up killing them not caring if she gets caught. She is instantly luring whoever touched your ass or tried to kiss you or was flirting with you too much outside where she's going to leave one hell of a mess. Then she's going to smile, kiss you and cheerfully ask 'where to now, honey?' and she's not going to even mention that she killed that person unless you REALLY push her. Because if you ask where that person went? She's dropping the smirk, showing you and letting you know THAT is what happens when someone tries to take what's hers.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine- casually wearing something of your Horror Villain S/O's.

Falling asleep in Jason's big, warm jacket on winter nights (Pulling it tightly and snuggly around you, the sleeves falling past your fingertips and the collar brushing your face) and it just becoming a regular thing because he doesn't feel the cold but you do.

Your go-to when you need to get up in the morning but don't want to drag pants on being whatever button-up shirt Chucky has strewn on the ground closest to you; Cuffs buttoned and clutched in your fists when its cold, or rolled up to your elbows when you decide to cook breakfast.

Snatching Freddy's hat right out of the dreamworld just to sit on the couch and wear it while you do work on your laptop all day. Hiding your face in it to muffle your groans when you want to throw your laptop, scrunching your hair up under it when you're bored, flopping on the couch and fanning yourself with it if its too warm in the house.

Using Baby's hairclips and scrunchies to do your hair, just to get it out of your face during the day. Feeling her gently taking claw clips and sectioning clips out of your hair, brushing it, and then put them in again when she's bored. Taking them directly out of each others hair to put them on your own heads while you're laying lazily together on the floor. Her getting clips in pretty shapes like stars and hearts and loving to 'make you look prettier' with them.

Foxy putting his hat on you when its raining and you're going to be stuck in it for a while. Like no big deal- but its a small gesture that shows he thinks about you.

Your corset is still drying?? No problem, Boone has a spare and she'll even help you lace up- though you may say not thanks, because she tends to get a bit overzealous about it XD

Stealing Candyman's or Inkubus' coats on Halloween for your costume.

[hellishjoel]

cherry thrill | lights

9.2k / pairing: daddy dom tattoo artist!joel miller x sub virgin f!reader

series masterlist | main masterlist | notifications blog | ko-fi chapter summary: your tattoo artist, joel miller, takes your virginity. chapter warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, implied age gap, swearing, virginity loss, dom&sub dynamics (/not lg), size kink, praise kink, degradation kink, daddy kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, swearing, dirty talk, pet names (princess, bunny, baby girl, sweetheart, etc.), oral (m&f receiving), fingering, protected p in v, joel talks you through it, protective!joel, slight pov switching, reader is described as having no tattoos or piercings, as well as hair, but otherwise no physical description, no use of y/n series summary: Trust and devotion. Ink meets innocence. Your tattoo artist, Joel Miller, shows you what it really means to give up control. Reeling from the loss of your job, you’re running out of options, until a passing comment from Joel and a video camera give you just the right idea. A/N: this was supposed to be a one shot but just like everything else I try to write, I expand on the characters too much for it not to become a series. also, thank you for 2,000 followers, I promise to do something soon to show my appreciation <3 I'm bad at giving thanks and receiving attention so anyway - dividers by @firefly-graphics (thank you, daisy!)

During your first consultation, there was something in the air. 

Glances that lasted a few seconds too long, a charged energy replicating that of two strong magnets.  You stand frozen in a dark office down the hall from the shop’s main entrance. The walls are painted black. A gallery wall displays different art and posters in gold frames. There’s a large red neon sign with your tattoo artist’s initials, J.M. 

Joel Miller. 

You sit opposite of him, leg anxiously bouncing and nails subconsciously piercing the chair’s leather arms as he listens silently to your request before his mind starts to work. It doesn’t take much time to draw up an example or two with your guided tweaks and fixes. 

Other than the scribble of a graphite pencil, silence falls over you both. And observation takes over. 

Joel surrounds himself with scattered drawings on loose paper that litter his desk. You watch the way his eyes screw inward to focus on the sketch he is drawing up. A small vein protrudes from his temple, his jaw shifts from side to side with tension. 

He’s a blunt sort of handsome. With harsh edges and lines, jaded and carved with precision like precious marble. It makes your pulse jump a bit in your neck and wrist. 

You think your first tattoo should be something special, especially since you’ve waited so long to pull the trigger. He was a bit intimidating like you imagined a tattoo artist to be, what with his brooding demeanor and how he looked you up and down upon taking one step inside his parlor. 

Virgin. 

That’s what he called your skin, untouched by any ink or piercings. 

He didn’t know that it described you down to your core. No one had popped your cherry, taken your virginity, made you theirs. Untouched.

Now, half an hour later and sitting anxiously in his back office, he finishes drawing up the sketch and asks about the precise placement you had in mind. 

“I was thinking here,” you mindlessly point to a spot on your upper thigh. There was a level of secrecy to it, in case any future employers cared about that sort of shit. 

You can’t help the way your skin vibrates under his touch, when he aids you in taking off your bottoms and runs his calloused palms up the smooth skin of your thighs. 

You shakily exhale as he warms you. 

You definitely don’t let yourself fantasize that he’s feeling you up, or even think about wanting him to explore every inch of your body. You know he’s just doing his job. 

But the way his eyes flick up to yours when he feels the goosebumps he knows he’s created is otherworldly. Like he knows you want him to fuck you. The way your muscles twitch under the warmth of his palm, feeling pliant under his touch. Fuck. 

His eyes gleam as his mouth forms into a barely-there smirk. 

There was no point in playing coy. Your body changed at the contact and Joel knew it. 

It was damn near degrading the way he let you simmer. It set a light inside of you no one had before. So that’s when you knew you’d let him, Joel Miller, take your virginity. 

It would be no easy task. You didn’t know how to pursue him, or anyone for that matter. Maybe if you did, you wouldn’t have said virginity. 

You try not to stare for too long, but even with his gruff demeanor and silence being second nature to him, he was handsome. A rugged sort of handsome with different facial piercings. 

A septum in his nose highlighted its aquiline structure. And a small hoop in his right eyebrow, with greys tickling through like pretty streaks in the hair. It made him look deliciously too old for you. Perhaps that’s what you enjoyed most, though. He was no amateur. 

The moment his fingers dipped into your flesh to work on your tattoo's placement, you knew he felt it, too. Supple under his touch. Squishy. Something he could sink his teeth into. Something that obeyed. 

“You prepared for the pain, sweetheart?”

His southern drawl is sweet like honey, deep and husky nonetheless. 

“I think so.” 

Your response is meek. It’s your wavering nerves from having him so close and unsure what the feeling of being tattooed will be like. Joel looks for certainty instead. He insists on it. 

“Need ya t’tell me. Not that you think, that you know.”

“I’m sorry. I know so.”

Joel squeezes the back of your thigh fondly, a proud little smile twitching at the edges of his mouth. “Good girl.”

The praise alone was enough to make your thighs sticky with arousal. Joel sent you home that day with an ache between your legs that your fingers had to fix. And you thought about him the entire time. 

How his cold tongue piercing would feel against the warmth of your clit. Holding you with his strong, protective arms swirled with black ink. How his staggering dark eyes would look into yours as he fucks you. 

But thinking about him wasn’t enough. 

You tried to string out the process, anything you could do to fix more time with him. Anything to get his tough palms on your skin. 

You fiddled with different placements, opting to show a little skin as you rid yourself of your top and pointed to your ribs during your next appointment. 

A breath hitches in your throat as he eyes your bra's innocent pink color. Lacy and pretty. Delicate. He clears his throat and runs his fingers along your side, evidence of his touch causing an effect on you displayed with more goosebumps. Your body could simply not hide the attraction you felt towards him. 

“Would hurt. A lot. The ribs move every time you breathe, which makes the tattooing process more painful.” Joel gently cups your side with his large palm and squeezes your ribs, holding you in place as you shakily breathe with the hold he has on you. “Can’t tell ya where to place it, can only advise. Just don’t want such a pretty girl to shed any tears.” 

That’s when you knew you could trust him. That even a man as hardened as himself could treat you with such care. 

He excuses himself for a moment, opting for more transfer paper and leaving you topless in his private office. 

Your ears were ringing, you could hear the quickening beat of your heart. You slowly inch off the portable tattoo table, glancing around Joel’s dark academia-style office. 

He’s an enigma, you think, the more you look at his surroundings. Quiet but dark, you knew he was concealing a hidden desire. You hope to unlock it. That he’ll trust you enough just as you trust him. 

Articles of clothing start to drop to the floor, one by one. You knew you’d be ambushing him; you didn’t want to scare Joel. So you left yourself in your soft pink-colored bra and panty set. You thought it was classy and cute. Not too forward, but sweet. Definitely planned out, you hope he doesn’t notice. 

All your confidence quickly disappears as soon as he comes back in through the door. You could feel your heart slowly sink to your stomach, your lips parting to come up with some sort of reasoning. 

“I-I’m sorry,” is all you can think to say. Joel is stilled at the entrance of his office, door still ajar as he blankly stares at the delicate angel standing in the middle of his office. 

He clears his throat and finally closes the door, leaving the two of you in silence. You can’t read his expression. 

“What do ya think you’re doin’?” He asks, sweet southern drawl dripping with tension as his heavy boots slowly make their way closer to you. 

You can only shake your head, unsteady hands concealing as much of your body as possible. You decide to face the mirror, keeping your back to him. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Miller, I was just-” Lie. “I was just looking at your full-length mirror to see other placement ideas.” 

Joel merely shakes his head, a knowing look in his eyes. “I can tell when you’re lyin’ t’me, baby girl. You wanna try tellin’ me the truth now?”

His tone only makes the ache in your core grow with desire as your pulse quickens under his eyeline. 

You feel embarrassed, heat coursing through your body and making you tingle as his stare lingers selfishly, basking in the glory of your figure. You watch with want in the reflection as his eyes stare at the curves of your hips and your ass. A handful, he probably thinks. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxes, moving closer and enveloping you in his musky pine and whiskey scent. It’s almost knowing what he says next. “Tell me what y’want.” 

You swallow the lump protruding in your throat before you decide to be honest with him. Like you said, you could trust him. You play with your fingers and pick at the skin by your nails.

“I want you.” You say barely above a whisper. 

Joel simply shakes his head, takes another impossible step closer, and cranes his head down to hear you better. His lips and coarse beard hairs tickle at the shell of your ear. 

Your eyes close shyly as he speaks again amid your silence. 

“Say it again, baby. Can’t hear ya.” His toned front meets your back, forcing a whimper past your lips. 

You work up the nerve to take a glance at the two figures in the gold-framed mirror. Perfect opposites. Young, beautiful, a little inexperienced. Older, handsome, sure as hell looks like he knows what he’s doing. 

His height looms over you. His eyes are an unknown shade of obsidian and he’s radiating a comforting warmth. Your hand reaches for his, only able to look him in the eyes through the glass as you guide his hand to your hip. 

Your thumb rolls across the faded tattoo on the backside of his hand. There used to be a cross there, but it looks to be covered up by some sort of python now. With a shaky sigh, you try again. “I want you, Mr. Miller. I want you to take my virginity.” 

You’ve prepared yourself to hear his laughter, a snickering, degrading comment of disbelief. You felt ready to experience shame. But you were wrong. 

Joel places his pointer finger under your chin, using his other hand to guide you in his hold to turn and face him. His thumb grazes over your lower lip as he guides your head to tilt up and look at him properly. Your soft eyes meet his lust-driven ones and your heart surges at the sight. 

You’ve never seen a man so hungry. 

“You want me to take your virginity, little bunny?” He hums seductively. Suddenly, you don’t feel so doomed. It’s placed with a little bit of eagerness now. You wanted your spoils. 

“Yes. Want you to do whatever you desire with me, I’ll do anything you want.” You sound like a devoted cult member, but the energy you feel is undeniable. You’re sure you’ve soaked through your panties at this point. 

Slowly but surely, Joel begins to nod. He’s mulled it over and he’s made up his mind. 

“Whatever I desire, huh?” He tuts almost degradingly. Your nod of enthusiasm makes his blood rush. 

He hesitates, untrusting of his own words. 

“Want you to call me Daddy,” He starts haphazardly, gauging your reaction. “Think you can do that, sweet girl?”

Your wide eyes soften, a notch of confusion knotting your eyebrows. 

“You- what?” 

“Want you to call me daddy. Want you to be a good little girl for me and hop up on that desk. Can ya do that for me, princess?” His chin juts up and signals toward his office desk. 

The swirling in your stomach just won’t stop. 

“Go on now.” His orotund voice projects his instructions. You back up a few paces until you feel the cool metal of his desk hit your backside, slowly moving to sit on it with hidden excitement and a shiver up your spine. 

You do want to be good, if there’s anything you want in this world right now, it’s to play along and be good for him. Knowing he would take care of you was making you leak. 

His fingertips delicately touch your skin, starting at your wrists and moving upwards to the straps on your bra. He’s intimidating to look at, so you fixate on something behind him. But it doesn’t help when he clouds your vision. Even his aroma, from the smoke of his cigarettes to the musky spruce cologne, was putting you in a tailspin. 

You don’t anticipate the way your body moves for him. His hands skim to the back of your bra, and your spine straightens. It makes the right side of his mouth twitch up into a smirk. 

“Nervous?” He belittles.

Your long lashes innocently flutter, you think you might be doing it on purpose. You sort of like playing along. 

“A little… Daddy.” You test cautiously, the word tangling on your tongue. But it’s unforgettable the way his eyes light up at the name. You find yourself already willing to do whatever it takes to recreate that signature look of his. 

Joel hums appreciatively, thumb making minuscule circles over your chin. “I’ll take care of ya. Ya know that. Or else you wouldn’t have chosen me.”

All you can do is nod. Because he knows that your selection process was a real thing. You had danced around it once during your first consultation when he asked if you had a boyfriend. All you could feel was heat rising to the back of your neck, shy eyes evading his warm brown orbs. 

“No, definitely not.” 

“What’d’ya mean definitely not? You’re a pretty girl.”  

You shrug in a noncommittal way. “I’ve never had to really worry about stuff like… boyfriends. Or girlfriends. Any of that sort of stuff.” 

His eyes flicked up to yours in an instant, a mutual understanding of your underlying words. “I see. I understand, angel.” 

Joel works your bra off with one hand, you gasp as you feel the material loosen around your body. His opposite hand taps at the top of your thigh. You’re all too aware you are eagerly sitting half-naked on his desk. 

“Open.” He directs, voice laced with smoke. 

You nip at your lower lip and slowly inch your clamped-shut thighs open for him. He instantly makes eye contact with the wet, dark little circle that’s ruining the pristine innocence of your panties. 

He decides not to make fun of it, but it’s truly a compliment. Your adoration for him. “This all for me, angel?”

You work up a few quick nods. Now that he was so close, you wanted him to hurry the hell up.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” 

You feel heat tingle at the sides of your neck. This would be your first time really talking like this with someone. He made it feel safe to talk so dirty. To try, to learn. 

“Yes, daddy.”

You can’t deny how proud you feel to be the reason a certain warmth brightens in his eyes and on his smirk. You did that, you pleased him. Little did you know how he’d thank you for it. 

“You said you’re a virgin? Hard to believe.”

A shaky sigh leaves your parted lips as his warm palms slowly pull your bra down, revealing your breasts to him. “Just never found anyone I really trusted or liked enough.” 

He mutters something quiet in understanding, all too distracted by how damn pretty you look. 

Joel is silently observing your body, he can’t help but want to touch the delicate flower in front of him. A gasp leaves your parted lips as his calloused hands come up and cup your breasts. He starts to squeeze, and a happy little whimper leaves your mouth with a small smile. 

“I like that.” You tell him, hoping it improves your chances that he’ll do it again. Which he does. 

“Good.” He compliments, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, turning them into peaks that send electricity down your spine. 

A sweet and experimental moan leaves your lips. Joel stands between your parted legs and you feel his erection for the first time against your skin. You can tell by the shape protruding through his pants that he’s a large man, already thick and swollen for your taking. 

“No one’s ever been inside of you?” He damn near growls, raising an eyebrow after the beat he offers you to answer.  

You shake your head again. “I’ve tried my fingers, but I’m sure it’s not the same.” 

A scoffy little breath echoes out of his nose. “No, not quite. Lay back for me, bunny.” His hands release your breasts, pebbled nipples left abandoned as you slowly move down onto your elbows and then onto your back. 

There was a sudden peak of anxiety, not being able to fully see him. But perhaps this was the point, to fully surrender yourself under his touch. To trust him. 

His rough hands grip the sides of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. He gets about halfway down your thighs before you quickly sit up on your elbows again. 

“Joel?” Your voice anxiously chirps. 

He stops, eyes flicking up to you from your cunt still concealed by your sticky thighs. 

“We can stop,” He says before you can explain. “S’okay if you’re not ready.”

“No, no, that’s not it, God, that’s not it,” You rid his worries, feeling your chest quickly rise and fall under his all of a sudden protective gaze. 

“I uh-... I know you don’t owe me this, we’re not together, but… can you talk me through what you’re doing? I want to learn, and I can tell you’re experienced, I know it’s a lot to ask but-”

“S’not too much to ask.” He quickly intervenes, gently taking your hands and guiding you to sit up fully once more. Your soft eyes graze over all the layers he’s still wearing, and suddenly you’re reminded how naked you are. 

“Use your voice, sweet girl. Can tell you wanna say somethin’. This is your time.” 

The sentiment means a lot. It is your time, your first time, and just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean it should be any less special. So you decide to make it your time, the way you want it. 

“Can you take your clothes off too? And is the door locked?” You trail off upon seeing his amused smirk. 

“Go on.” He nods again, letting you list your needs and wants. 

“And can you kiss me, please, Daddy?” You ask more softly than the rest of your demands. You know that kissing is romantic, but you think it might help settle you. Pull you back from drifting away, keep you here with him.  

He watches you for a moment, a bemused grin on his lips before he gently cradles your face. “The door’s locked. I’ll take my clothes off. And I’ll kiss you as many times as you like as long as you keep askin’ that nice.” 

For the first time during your interaction, your face lights up with a smile. It’s small, it’s thankful, but it’s there. There was an undeniable connection you shared with Joel, it made you feel safe under his curious eyes. 

With his large hands cupping either side of your jaw, he leans down while simultaneously guiding your chin up as your lips meet. It’s gentle at first, soft. His mouth tastes like a cigarette, it’s oddly intoxicating and you find yourself wanting more.

You know how to make out at the very least. So when you gently bite down and tug on Joel’s lower lip, both of your eyes open as a throaty little groan escapes him. 

He kisses you a little harder this time, hands falling to your hips as he pulls you closer so your fronts align. The force makes your lips part and Joel takes the opportunity to let his tongue invade your mouth. He moves fluently to explore, both of you falling into a sweet lull as your bodies meld into one. 

Inadvertently, he hooks his pointer finger into your panties halfway down your thighs and finishes pulling them to your ankles. They land somewhere on the floor in a pile of your other clothes. 

Unbeknownst to you until he took his hands off your body to pluck open his belt do you realize how you were on fire for him. 

You wonder while he pushes down his trousers and tugs off his shirt if he’s ever slept with a virgin before. If you’d be his version of a first time just like he’d be yours. No, not his first ever, you weren’t that foolish. But maybe you could teach him a thing or two as well. 

There’s no way to mask your surprise when he pushes down his boxer briefs, the dark band revealing all that was underneath. His half-hard cock raises towards his stomach, rosiness fluttering at his tip. You were pleasantly surprised to find that it was a little hooked, deliciously curving upwards. 

With a new sense of confidence, your hand reaches forward and you start to shift your hand up and down his length. Joel’s quiet grunt shatters your thoughts. He gently cups the side of your neck and twirls a piece of hair around his finger. 

Joel takes your hand off his cock and you worry you’ve done something wrong already. He holds it palm-side up and nods encouragingly. “Spit on your hand, baby.”

He nods after you look up at him with shy, blown-out eyes. But you obey. 

You spit into your hand and let him guide your hand back around his member. That seems a lot better. He glistens with your spit and you have the urge to keep shocking him with your confidence.

You lean forward and directly spit onto his tip, looking up to see his approving little smirk. 

“Fuck- That’s- mmm, that’s good, angel,” he sighs with a certain happiness, loving the feeling of getting his cock taken care of. “Feels real good.” 

The praise sets off a million pistons in your brain, feeling yourself scrabble off the desk,  dropping to your knees as you continue to pump him. 

He’s heavy in your hand, and you gently lean forward to give sweet kisses to the tip. You swallow the lump in your throat before parting your lips, taking the head of his cock into your mouth. He’s salty, musky, but not dirty. In fact, he was rather well-kempt in his nether regions. 

You force yourself deeper and Joel already has his hands in your hair to pause you. 

“Woah, slow your roll, pretty girl.” He says with shortened breaths. Heat floods your body, you hate being so new to this. 

Joel continues to stroke your hair back, gently gliding a thumb up your cheekbone before he cradles one side of your face. “I see you gettin’ all shy, I know this is your first time, but I’ll teach you the basics. And no one’s perfect on their first try, okay? So just get that thought outta your head now.”

Your chest swells at his eagerness to relax you, so you nod gently and lean in to kiss the base of his stomach in appreciation. The right side of his mouth tilts up as he swipes his thumb across your plump bottom lip, a silent thank you for the kiss. 

“You’re a real good girl, you know that?” A bigger smile breaks across your lips and you eagerly tug on his cock with eagerness. Joel sighs, already in defeat at how you’re willing to get it right for him, to learn, to listen. To obey. 

“You’re gonna wanna relax your jaw,” his fingers guide you, your lips parting and letting your jaw drop lower, lower, lower for him. “And the whole part is to suck, not just put your mouth on it, okay, peaches? So hollow your cheeks, no teeth, and only go as far as you feel comfortable.” 

You shake off your nerves and clear your throat, feeling your mouth fill with spit intended for him. You place your hands on the back of his thighs, feeling the dark hairs under the pads of your fingers. 

Slowly, you wrap your mouth around his tip once more. You swirl your tongue around him, adoring the way he hisses when you glide your tongue across the slit leaking a salty substance. 

Over the introduction, you try to take him down your throat properly. And he’s a mouthful, literally. He’s a lot. But you try to just enjoy that there’s no real pressure. 

A lot of saliva starts to build in your mouth, and you swallow it around him. You’re awestruck when he lets out a low moan, strong hands weaving through your hair and lightly tugging. Your eyes flutter up to him through your lashes, and he’s looking at you so deliciously. 

You can tell he wants to fuck your mouth, holding his hips back from really letting you have it. And maybe he could do that to you someday, but for now, today was slow. And Joel knew that too. 

Joel gently tucks your hair back, your lips suctioning around his length before he drags you back towards him, indicating for you to start moving, to bob your head. 

It takes a few tries, but you really feel yourself going further down his cock. You breathe through your nose, but it’s hard when you’re trying not to gag around him. Finally, after little to no error, you slip up. His tip unexpectedly hits the back of your throat and you gag around him.  Joel must feel your whole body tense with anxiety because he’s quick to gently hush and console you. Your eyes well up with tears, but your first instinct is to keep him inside your mouth and swallow around him. 

A long, low groan leaves Joel’s mouth, a compliment to your first big challenge. 

“Holy fuck,” he pants, weaving his fingers into your hair and fisting eagerly to keep himself grounded. “You’re doin’ so fuckin’ well, princess, you have no idea, fuck,” he grins. “Try using your hands on what you can’t take, come on, baby.” 

You can feel yourself physically gush at his compliments, your stomach swirling with a newfound desperation. To please. 

With new instructions, you work your hand at his base and pump up and down with the rhythm of your mouth. You worked on gently squeezing and releasing your hand, making Joel go slack-jawed as a husky groan leaves the back of his throat. Sucking and licking and bobbing your head in earnest, he’s already twitching in your mouth. 

“You’ve done this before baby,” his voice drips with a smirk, pulling yourself off for some deep breaths and a few desperate swallows. 

“Haven’t, promise, Joel,” You coo with a proud little smile, your voice thick and wrecked as you continue to pump his cock in the absence of your mouth. 

Joel lets your hair go and guides your hand off his cock before helping you up from the floor. 

Your face is obviously written with disappointment, you could have continued. You sort of wanted to continue despite the ache hanging around in your jaw. 

“You were gonna make me come, don’t wanna come yet, angel,” Joel pants weakly, ducking down and connecting your lips. You’re a little taken aback. Not by the kiss, but by the fact you already had him nearly ready to finish. 

“Really?” You murmur hopefully against his mouth, wishing he wasn’t just saying it to compliment you. 

The way that his features started to twitch and his tummy and chest fluttered with his jagged breathing, it would have been quite a sight to see him finish. Maybe he would have even done it right on your tongue. The thought alone gives you goosebumps. 

Your insides swirl as he licks inside of your mouth and gently runs his tongue along your bottom lip, moving you back towards his desk. You hop up without his instruction, feeling him smirk against your pouted mouth. 

“Now you’re gettin’ a hang of things.” He murmurs into your mouth, carrying on where he had left off before, sinking down to his own knees at the edge of the desk and positioning your feet to rest up on the edge. He seems to stare at the glistening arousal you’ve been creating for the last hour straight. 

That nervous feeling settles in your stomach, completely bare and open for him. A shocked gasp leaves your mouth, not prepared for him already to be diving into your pussy. 

The breadth of his tongue slowly swipes up the center of your core, purposely flicking off of your clit and making you yelp at the contact. His cold tongue piercing against your sensitive bundle made a shiver shoot up your spine. 

He gently smirks as he places a sweet kiss on the inside of your thigh. “You’re jumpy, kitten. Take a breath. Wanna make you feel real good.” 

You let out a shaky sigh and move off your elbows, back flat on his desk as your eyes slowly drift close. Then, as he starts to truly taste you, learning you and what you like, it’s unexpected how much you enjoy it. It never really dawned on you that some people truly enjoy eating pussy, but Joel Miller sure does. 

Your broken little whimpers and strung-out moans turn into writhing on his desk under him. He was such an expert, meticulously swirling his tongue around you and suckling your clit into his mouth. 

It didn’t take long for your fingers to wind up into his hair as his shoulders lay bracketed between your thighs. It was heavy, it was stomach-twisting, in fact, it was rolling through you like a storm. The it in question was your first oral orgasm. 

“J-Joel,” you gasp, your jaw dropping down as he slowly prods the tip of his finger at your entrance. 

“Need to get you ready for my cock, sweet girl, keep focusing on how good you feel,” he encourages. Your face pinches as his finger slowly sinks into your entrance, but you realize how grateful you are for all the extra spit and arousal Joel has provided. 

It doesn’t necessarily hurt, it’s a weird ache at first. But then his finger starts to slowly pump inside of you, and it’s a new craving. Especially with the way his tongue moves around your clit, the pistons in his brain firing all to figure out what you like. 

Do you like when he flicks your clit with his cold metal piercing?

“Ohmygod-” you gasp. 

Do you like when he swirls his naughty tongue around you in tight figure eights? 

“Joel, please,” you say, needing more. 

Did you like it most when he suckles around your sweet bud?

“Joel!” You cry out, tugging tighter at his hair, not sure if you want to tug him closer for more or push him away because it feels too good. 

“O-Oh, oh my god.” Lying still was a foreign thing to you now, all you could do was wiggle and grip your fingers into his hair, tugging harshly as he grunted against your core in enjoyment. 

He actually likes pleasing you, he likes tasting you! It’s a compliment without words as your eyes dip close and your head digs back into the desk.

Suddenly, your stomach starts to drop like you’re on a rollercoaster. You’re not unfamiliar with the feeling of an orgasm, but this, oral, it hits differently. 

“Fuck,” you curse unexpectedly, making Joel cock up an eyebrow as he glances up at you. All you can do is watch as his mouth suckles harder around you, his finger pumping faster and adding a second. 

Because if there’s anyone in this world that can break you out of your shell, Joel wants it to be him. 

Now you’re really aching for him,  wishing that it was his cock slotted between your walls, pushing you towards euphoria. 

“Know you wanna come for me angel,” his fingers quirk upwards in a come here motion, and a long, strung-out moan of his name leaves your lips.

God forbid any of the shop’s workers or clients hear you, but you can’t think of a singular reason to care right now. 

Your walls flex and squeeze around Joel’s two fingers, truly feeling the stretch as you come around his digits. It leaves you a whimpering mess on his desk, hot pants leaving your pretty lips. 

Joel is in heaven, lapping you up and moaning against your core as your clit starts to twitch with the overstimulation. His hands squeeze at the flesh of your thighs before he sits up and kisses up your body, his own lips meeting yours. He’s hungry, and you’re still bouncing back. But you want it so bad, and you’re so close to finally having it. 

“Joel, I’m ready.” You coo, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

He breathily laughs and pecks your lips once more, tasting your own arousal and making you feel warm inside. 

“Desperate for my cock, ain’t that right, pretty girl?” 

God, he was such a menace with his mouth. Your adorably shy grin is all the answer he needs. But you give him one anyway, because he likes when you talk like that with him. 

“Yes, daddy, I just wanna feel it already,” you try out, Joel’s lust-filled eyes meeting yours as white-hot heat spills into your stomach. 

“I’ll give it to ya, baby girl. Wanna give that tight little virgin pussy my cock, don’t want anyone else to have ya. Mine.” Joel huskily grunts, a choked moan leaving your lips. 

Joel reaches past your head and to the drawer on the other side of the desk. He jimmies it open and searches his hand around blindly. He flips open his wallet and pulls a small square foil package from the slot. 

Oh, duh, a condom. In all your excitement, you sort of forgot to be safe. But you’re glad he was prepared. 

You watch with adoration on your features as Joel lifts the condom to his lips, pearly teeth ripping the foil off but not hurting the condom. His other hand rests sweetly on your hip, thumb running soothing circles into your pretty skin. 

It’s a soothing feeling, one that he doesn’t have to do, but he does because he’s being considerate and maybe even a little protective. You gently lay your hand on his forearm, fingers tracing fresh black ink and older green ink on his arm’s sleeve. 

A shaky sigh leaves your lips as he uses both hands to glide the condom down his shaft. It’s nearly invisible, the way it’s so thin and tightly wrapped around his cock. Besides the band that rests at the very bottom of his shaft. He grumbles something incoherent, probably his annoyance with the fussing of the condom and how tight it probably felt around him.  

You take in a shaky breath and nod at him once he comes to rejoin your centers. 

“You’re sure you’re ready for this? Don’t wanna wait for someone y’love? Or trust? Or just... Anybody but me?” Joel’s face is pinched with genuine concern. 

You smile softly and gently cup his cheek. “I do trust you. It takes a lot of trust to allow someone to alter your body forever with a tattoo. So, you’re giving me a tattoo, and you’re taking my virginity. You’re sort of doubling down for me right now, honestly.” 

Joel flashes a genuine little smile. It’s the most you’ve said consistently all day with him, even with a little drip of sarcasm and wit. 

“Okay. But ya gotta say it.” He says more seriously. 

“I’m ready, Daddy. Want you to make me feel good. I know you can.” You can already feel yourself picking up his dirty talk. It makes your smile twitch as you gently grip both of his forearms, his hands spreading your thighs open for him. 

He enters the space, his heavy cock resting over your core and slowly slipping up and down your wet folds. 

You let out an unexpected little scoff as he grinds himself down against you, your arousal soaking the condom. He holds himself at his base and taps his tip down against your already throbbing clit, making you hiss out a desperate whine. 

“M’not usually this… gentle.” He admits through gritted teeth. You’re sort of shocked by that. Sure, he has a rough and tough exterior, but he’s treated you with such delicacy that you assumed he was like this all the time. 

“So, what are you usually like?” You pose, your breath hitching in your throat as one of his hands abandons your thighs and guides his tip from your clit to your entrance, up and down, several times. Your thighs twitch impatiently. Your entrance squeezes around nothing. 

“M’just... not this gentle,” is all he can say without breaking into a bemused smile. 

“Yeah? Maybe you can show me next time what you’re really like.” 

Joel playfully scoffs as his face starts to pierce with concentration. “Not sure if you can handle it, kitten.” 

“I’m sure I-” your words are cut off by a loud gasp, your lips parting as his tip penetrates your walls. You’re phased for a moment before you gulp and recollect yourself. You whimper, louder and louder as he pushes on, watching Joel move with such caution. 

He really is holding back, you think. You wonder what he’s like when he can just fuck how he pleases. 

“Baby,” Joel’s voice breaks your concentration. “Breathe.” 

A loud huff of air leaves your mouth that you hadn’t even realized you were holding in. The ache in your hips and core only builds with tension as Joel pushes on, his length and girth surely parting your tight walls. 

“So fuckin’- tight.” He says with gritted teeth, his fingers piercing into the delicate flesh of your outer thighs, making you whimper. 

“Joel,” you quietly cry for him, tears threatening to spill at the pain. It’s just- a lot. It’s a lot for your first time, and maybe you wouldn’t have signed up if you knew what he was packing, but in a weird way, you loved it. He felt made for you. 

“M’here, angel, look at me.” In all the excitement and overwhelming feelings of pain and pleasure, you hadn’t even noticed you were clenching your eyes closed. You slowly peek them open, greeted by his heavenly features. 

“There’s my girl.” He compliments, warmth and sweetness shooting through your body. 

“Fuck,” you say, your voice a bit wet as Joel comes down closer to aid you. He’s all the way in now, you can feel his balls flushed against your sopping wet cunt. 

The arousal helps, the condom sort of doesn’t but it’s fine, that’s life, you think. You’re torn between pain and pleasure. Honestly, you just feel so fucking full. 

He tells you between breathy pants that he would have used lube if he had any, but he didn’t, and he’s sorry, and his pretty voice starts to turn into static with how fucking good he feels inside of you. 

“You’re doing so good for me, angel,” he praises, sponging a few kisses along your cheeks and tasting your salty tears. You feel like some weak pathetic being under him. He’s been sweet, but you’re sure he’s just treating you like he found a wounded animal. 

“Move, Joel, please” you weakly demand, lassoing your arms around his neck and holding him close to you. 

“No.” He says through gritted teeth. “Just-” he pauses and takes a deep breath, knowing that you’re dealing with a million emotions right now as he’s trying to breathe around the death grip you have on his cock. “Just wait a minute, sweetheart, let yourself adjust.” 

A pouty, bratty sigh leaves your lips as you continue to blink away tears. You eventually nod and he only smiles adoringly as he returns to kiss at the tears.

Your senses are spiked. You can smell his cologne, feel each gristle of hair from his salt and pepper beard. It’s erotic how much more you can feel while at the edge of your emotions. 

One of your hands roams into his darling chocolate curls, instinctually going to gently scrape your nails delicately against his scalp. You’re sweetly surprised to hear him mutter a sweet little moan just for you against the shell of your ear. 

Your hands flutter across dark tattoos on his shoulders and arms, your blurry vision trying to make out the shapes as you trace a pretty angel on his upper bicep. 

Joel Miller was inside of you. Joel Miller has taken your virginity. The hottest man you’ve ever set your eyes on is fucking you at his place of work, on his desk. And you convinced him to. 

Joel was right. The pain, ache, and burn slowly turned into a real yearning for him to move. It felt like what was right, a certain neediness to be filled and fucked.  

“Daddy,” you whisper more sweetly this time, more to your character. “Please fuck me, you feel good now, I can take it. Promise.” 

It takes him a moment to gather himself as well, smiling sweetly as he keeps his mouth by your breasts where he is sucking a gentle hickey into your soft skin. Color flushes to the area, feeling his teeth gently nibble on the spot before he finally lifts off. 

Marking you, you think. It makes another gush of arousal flood your core, liquifying your spine as you become putty in his hands. 

His mouth twitches in a small smile as he captures your lips. Unbeknownst to you, the sweet kiss was just a distraction. 

Joel slowly began reeling his hips back which was a whole new sensation. His strangled moan harmonized with the gasp you let out into his mouth, moaning out the breath you were holding as he plunges himself fully back inside your warm cunt. 

You whimpered weakly, needy and anxiously happy, you wanted more. More, more, more. 

“Oh- my god,” you whimper, feeling him start a steady rhythm inside of you. Your jaw slowly drops and your eyes flutter closed, feeling your tits start to lightly bounce every time his hips perfectly align with your own. 

“So goddamn tight, still,” he grunts each word, forehead against yours as he watches your face unfold with a million reactions. 

Something primal switches in Joel, knowing he’s the first one to do this sort of stuff with you. 

It’s strangely possessive and arrogant, he knows it, but being the first man you trust to fuck you properly was feeding his ego. You’re a beautiful young woman with big doe eyes who waltzed into his shop and insisted he rail you, take your sacred first, talk you through it, and carry you through this dark and fearful forest. 

You trusted him. He wouldn’t break that bond. 

You came here wanting something, knowing how to get it. You came here asking, and Joel was open to teaching. The last thing he wanted was for some asshole to hurt you, something your sweet nature couldn’t afford was poison. 

Maybe he could teach you more, if you wanted. If he offered you an invitation to his world, would you take it? He only shared a slice of his lifestyle with you today, would the rest scare you, or entice you? 

Joel can’t help the way his hips buck faster at his thoughts, a little sob leaving your lips. He’s absent, just for a moment, feeling your skin slap against his as he holds you down and fills you fully. His tip hits your cervix for the first time and heat floods your stomach as you cry out his name. 

“Shit,” he panics and quickly comes back to his senses, wide eyes meeting your bleary ones, “you okay, angel? M’sorry” Joel whispers, returning to his original rhythm. 

“Yes-yes, fuck, please keep going, keep doing that, I can’t believe how good it feels.” 

Joel weakly smirks, proud to see you taking him so well.

The desk squeaks and juts with each of his heavy thrusts, that’s how you know it’s fucking good. You came here wanting to lose your virginity, but now that you’ve unwound Joel Miller, you want him to fucking rail you. 

Licking your lips, you lean up and pepper kisses up his wirey jawline, feeling the patch of hair that fades out and then back in again. He’s so sweet right now, but you wonder what he was talking about before. What was he when he wasn’t gentle? How good would rough feel? Would you like it? Maybe you could learn, explore, adventure. Surely Joel with his experience could be a guiding light. 

You watch with glittery eyes as Joel pulls his head off yours and licks across the pads of his fingers. 

“What are you- shit,” you whimper as his fingers start circling your clit, taking a moment to find your sweet little rhythm, one that somehow matches his hips. Now, your skin is slapping and it’s echoing around the room. Your moans are louder and uncontrollable, as are Joel’s. Your hips ache but you don’t find the will to care, he feels like fucking heaven. 

His cock is somehow inching deeper, as if your walls have decided to invite him in further, where he hits this perfect little spot inside of you that makes you squeak Joel’s name with robbed breaths. 

You’re not sure if you can hold on much longer, your stomach starts to swirl as all the knots inside your belly begin to untie themselves. 

You brace Joel at his shoulders and look into his eyes as you moan his name. A certain hunger flickers behind his dark brown orbs. His jaw clicks and he starts fucking you in earnest, filling you up each time as his hips snap with vigor. He feels fucking amazing, piercing your walls and marking you as his. 

“Joel-”

“Say what I wanna hear, baby,” he rasps. You quickly nod and gulp. 

“Daddy, please, I-I’m so close,” you moan sweetly as your head digs into the desk, jutting your chin up and arching your back. Joel takes full advantage of your breasts in his face, burying his nose in between them and nipping at the sensitive flesh, nearly making you yelp. 

“M’right there with you, angel baby, come for me,” he insists breathlessly.

His hips were losing their precision, going buck-wild, so you knew he was close. But he was holding out for you. 

You clench your eyes closed, feeling yourself lose all control. Your heart races in your chest, beat thrumming in your throat as you hold Joel against your front as his hips continue to snap and fill you. You don’t know what to do with your mouth, so you feverishly land your lips on his and make him mask the moans of your orgasm. 

Joel’s groan echoes loudly into your mouth as you gasp against his lips. Your walls clench eagerly around his cock as he spills into the condom. 

It’s blinding, deafening even. Your face goes slack and your eyes see stars. You think you might be shedding a tear or two because Joel is cupping your face kindly, thumbs swiping under your eyes as he encourages you out of your haze. 

“Lemme see those eyes, pretty girl,” he pants sweetly, watching for any sign of doubt. But he wouldn’t find any. 

You’re not so sure where he starts and you begin, your mind is so fuzzy. 

A soft hum leaves your lips as you soothingly run a hand through his dark hair again, gently stroking the longer curls away from the sheen on his forehead. Both of you were so warm, it felt like a fire was set between you two. When you curl a strand around your finger, you weakly smile as it coils back up and bounces. 

“How was your first time, angel?” Joel pants, still buried balls deep inside of you. Your hips ache, but part of you wasn’t ready for him to pull out yet. 

“I can’t believe I finished twice.” You admit with a shy smile, running a thumb up his cheekbone and glancing up at his eyebrow piercing. He notices you staring but keeps his eyes on your own.  

“Did it hurt?”

He shakes his head. 

“What about the one in your nose?”

He shakes his head again, this time with a smile. 

“Or your tongue?” 

This one made him ponder before he finally gave a light shrug. 

“You don’t remember the pain after a while. Just like tattoos. The pain is temporary.” 

Your mouth tilts in a lopsided smile, feeling messy with both of your spillages still puddled around your centers. 

Joel grunts as he slowly stands up from his bent-over position on the desk, pulling himself out of you and tying up the condom before he tosses it into the waste bin. 

You whine quietly to yourself as you close your legs. It hurts a little more now. Your hips and your core, a certain soreness. Or maybe it was missing him already. 

“Oh,” you whisper, starting to feel a little bit of leakage glide down your thigh. “Joe, do you-” 

“Course,” Joel says assuringly, hands already on a towel as he neals down and gently glides the material up the inside of your thigh. You bite down on your lip as he cleans you up with the soft towel and a little bit of water. 

You glance around the sterilized room and realize he’ll probably have to scrub this place down for the most part. Whoops. 

You’re slow to dress. Joel’s already buttoned his pants by the time you find your panties. He snickers quietly and helps you dress with a smirk. 

It’s not awkward like you feared it would. It sort of felt like you guys were friends. Then, something sort of unexpected happens. 

Joel fondly strokes a hair out of your face, pushing it behind your ear and smoothing out the little knots he had caused while fisting your hair during his blowjob. He’s soft and gentle with you. It makes you oh so curious what he looks like when he’s not soft and gentle. 

You sigh softly as you look at yourself in the mirror. You sort of felt proud, like you’d be a whole new person leaving the shop today. Even without a tattoo. 

“Joel, I don’t want anyone to see me leaving your office.” 

“That ashamed of me, huh?” He scoffs at you playfully, running his hand up and down his chest hair before he finally throws on his shirt. “I have the back office, so we can just go out that door.” He juts up his chin to behind you and you follow his eyeline. “Goes to the alley behind the shop.” 

You note the dark green painted exit door, and you’re thankful you don’t have to parade through the front of the shop or go past any other clients. 

The gentleman that he is, Joel walks you to your car as dusk settles in, marking the sky an orange and red horizon.  

“I gotta clean up the shop and close. You gonna be okay until I see you next?”

You nod meekly, a sweet smile on your face that twinges with a little shyness. “I’ll be okay. I still need that tattoo.” You tease to which he grins. 

“You do. I’ve worked real hard on it, so you better come back an’get it.” 

You nip at your lower lip as he stays guarded by your window, like a handsome pierced, and tatted bodyguard. 

It’s itching at you too much to let it go. You’re just too curious. “M’not this gentle.” 

“Yeah? Maybe you can show me next time what you’re really like.” 

“Not sure if you can handle it, kitten.” 

You gulp and clutch his hand before he fully stands up to walk away from your car. “You’ll show me again sometime? Like you said?”

Your eyes glimmer with a certain hopefulness, but his own seem to harden out of caution. 

It was just insane that he knew so much more than you. You wanted to unlock all forms of pleasure you were comfortable with. You like that he was holding something back. 

You were wet clay in his massive hands, he could mold you to his liking. You could learn his pleasures, his kinks, what unravels him beyond repair. You could learn a thing or two about yourself in the process. 

Joel sighs. 

“You don’t know what you’re askin’ for.” He warns, lips crooked in a snarl. His eyes beg for you not to want him, not to want this. 

But nothing set your nerves on fire like seeing him in control of you, just that brief second where his eyes flashed from amber to black and he fucked you like nothing or no one was stopping him. What if you gave it all up to him? 

Submissiveness dances behind your eyes, and Joel’s a sucker for that sweet look on your face. He debates if this is what you really want, or if it’s something else. He can’t deny he enjoys the trust you put in him. 

Joel quietly sighs with hesitation, eyes the way your small hand desperately holds his before he finally squeezes back. 

“You don’t know how t’take no for an answer, do ya?” He asks, a small smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. “That’ll have to change.” 

You grin and nod, biting down on your lower lip as you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Joel takes notice, not wanting to see you in any sort of discomfort, especially from something he caused. 

“Take some pain medicine and relax tonight, angel. You were perfect.” 

Your heart swells at the compliment, the appreciation, the care. He gently pats your window a few times before standing up straight and backing up from your car, moving back towards the dark green exit door. “I’ll see you soon.” 

Driving away, you’re giddy with excitement of the unknown. It was a dark path you wanted to pursue. And maybe it was fucking stupid how you could trust a complete stranger like this, how none of your past partners felt worthy of your first time, but the tattooed and pierced old southern gentleman did. It was fucked. But you were sort of fucked for Joel Miller. 

You hum to the radio as you experience pure adrenaline, thumb gliding over the raised numbers on his business card. You glance down and notice a small stamp of a fern in the top right corner, adjacent to his name and professional title. 

The Obsidian Gallery 

Joel Miller

Senior Tatoo Artist

You can’t explain how your heart inadvertently races as you remember flashes of his hips rutting into yours, those same delicate fern leaves decorating the front of his hips. You were so fucked for Joel Miller. 

next chapter ->

[navybrat817]

How often does Dad!Bucky get hit on when he's in the baby aisle grabbing diapers?

A lot, Cia! And you get to see it one day.

The Dad Diaries: Diaper Aisle

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You witness a woman flirting with Bucky, but you don't react the way you expect. Word Count: Almost 1.2k Warnings: Fluff, flirting, reflecting, first time dad, slight feels (it's me), parenthood, random woman thirsty for Bucky (we get it), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a dad, okay?). A/N: Next part of The Dad Diaries and from your perspective. Hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky doesn’t like to make a big deal out of people flirting with him. For starters, he’s a married man and has made it clear that he has no intention of ever stepping out on you. He would never. You are his wife and soulmate, the love of his life, and the mother of his child. You’re all he needs.

Second, he’s unassuming. You tell him regularly how handsome he is, but he isn’t arrogant about his looks and doesn’t think every woman who looks his way has the intention of hitting on him. He may give a polite smile or nod if he catches someone staring, but will immediately divert his attention back to the task at hand, such as getting those diapers for Jamie.

Fatherhood is sexy on him.

“Your Dada is amazing,” you say to Jamie as you wait beside your cart for Bucky to grab the box.

You smile to yourself when a woman nearly runs her cart into the shelving when Bucky walks past. Not that you blame her for staring. With his luscious locks flowing free, his worn jean jacket fitting like it was made for him, and the sweatpants leaving little to the imagination, you would’ve gawked at him, too.

Which you did earlier and were now.

“Excuse me,” the woman calls out loudly, making Bucky pause as he puts the box under his arm. “So sorry to bother you, but would you mind grabbing a jar for me off the top shelf? I would really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” he says, giving you a small smile from across the aisle as he goes to help the woman.

You wait patiently as the lady thanks him with a grin. You get why she wants Bucky close by. Beyond his overall gorgeousness and kindness, he displays a responsible side of himself when he walks through the baby aisle. He never carries himself in a way that says he’s annoyed or inconvenienced by being there. Carefully selecting the diapers and anything else needed shows how attentive he is. And responsible.

You understand the appeal.

Though, you do wish the lady would stop undressing your husband with her eyes. You practically hear her inhale when he’s close enough. He does smell good, but does she have to step into his space?

“This one?” Bucky asks.

The woman has to blink a few times before she responds. “Oh, sorry. The one next to it. You really are too kind,” she answers, sweeping her gaze over him from head to toe as he reaches over for another jar. You have to bite the inside of your cheek when she takes it from his hand. “It’s too bad you can’t help me bring this stuff in when I get home.”

Yeah, it is too bad.

Clearing his throat, Bucky nods in your direction. “Well, my son might miss me if I’m away for too long. And I’ll miss him and my wife.”

The woman goes rigid as she looks your way. “Your wife?”

Bucky smiles from ear to ear when you wave. “Yeah, my wife,” he proudly states, making your heart skip a beat.

Any jealousy or bad feeling you have slips away when you see some of the light leave the woman’s eyes and the sag in her shoulders. It’s almost like seeing her in a different light because you know how you’ve felt since giving birth. At times, you feel less attractive than normal, that your body won’t be the way it used to be. You wonder if Bucky still wants you.

And you want to be seen.

While you don’t know her story, you understand the need to feel wanted and desired. It doesn’t go away when you become a mother. You don’t even know if she is a mother or if she’s in the aisle shopping for a sister, friend, or someone else. Maybe her partner isn’t giving her the attention she needs. Maybe she isn’t with anyone.

Maybe she just needed a win today.

“Take care,” Bucky says politely before he walks toward you, leaving the woman alone to stare after him. “Anything else we need?” He asks once he puts the diapers on the bottom of the cart, giving Jamie a small tickle and making all three of you smile.

“I think we’re good,” you say, glancing down the aisle. You could grab Bucky’s hand and stake your claim as the woman makes eye contact with you, but you give her a small nod and a sympathetic smile instead before you push the cart away. “That was nice of you to help her,” you say once you’re out of sight.

Bucky raises an eyebrow as he glances your way. “I don’t usually say this outright, but I’m pretty sure she was hitting on me.”

“Oh, she was,” you agree.

“Does that bother you?” He asks, brushing a kiss to your temple and making your heart race.

You shake your head as you think about it. “It did at first because it’s only natural to feel that way, but it went away pretty quickly. I have no reason to feel jealous or defensive. If it would’ve been bad or crossed a line, I would’ve stepped in. But you proudly proclaimed that I’m your wife and she backed off right away. And I know you’re coming home with Jamie and I, so why would I let it bother me?” you explain, spotting something soft in his gaze.

Like he’s amazed by you.

“That makes sense,” he says.

“I can only hope that someone like you comes along for her,” you add, your heart going out to the stranger.

The blue of Bucky’s eyes shine a bit brighter when you catch his gaze. “I love you,” he says so tenderly that you feel butterflies in your stomach and heart.

“I love you, too,” you promise before you nudge him. “And you know what? I don’t fault her at all. You know what wearing those pants does to people. It’s like some sort of sexy magic.”

His nose crinkles as he laughs, the sound making a few turn their heads. Once again, you don’t blame them for gawking. “Did you just say ‘sexy magic’ in front of our son? Is that why you like these pants?”

“Oh, yeah. You put a spell on me,” you smirk before you smile gently at your son. “And I’m very lucky for that because now I have you.”

You don’t know it yet, but Bucky will write in his diary to Jamie about how you handled yourself today. How you could’ve stormed over and grabbed him or made a snide comment to the woman, but you didn’t. And that if you felt jealous, even for a moment, you didn’t let it cloud your judgement. You know when to observe and when you need to step in. You know when to lead with your heart.

Just one of the many reasons Bucky Barnes considers himself lucky to call you his wife and the mother of his child.

And no matter how many times he gets hit on in the diaper aisle, he’ll always come home to you.

I adore this family. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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