#dom!brendon

[decaydanceredacted]

i refuse to vote on the dom/sub dallon poll because come on. he's a switch. he's so cocky and commanding onstage and he's so fucking tall and strong etc. but have you heard the way that man whimpers in his songs. have you seen him on his knees onstage. have you seen any instance of him borderline grinding on brendon urie onstage. i will die on this hill switch dallon 4ever

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[loverontheleft]

Angel (revised)

Original request: Uhhhh I have a request based off of the most recent picture you reposted by @panicattheforeheadsblog.. I get such dom energy from that picture and I can’t handle it. I’m just thinking so he’s live on twitch talking to his fans about tour and stuff, and the reader wants his attention really bad so she creates a Twitch account with a username that makes him know that it’s her, but not any of the fans. Then the reader starts teasing him, begging for him. When he sees it he tries to ignore it but she knows he knows and starts messing with him more. Until he finally says he needs to sign off for the night. He comes into the room and punishes her for acting out and gets all dom 👌. Lots of spanking 👀☕ Sorry if that’s too specific I’m in a place and I got carried away 😂😂

Brendon x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Thigh-riding, oral (both), sex, spanking, language.

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Brendon pauses the stream, and his eyes flash behind his glasses. “Y/n. I know that’s you. Stop it.” His composure breaks, and he grins. “You’re being so bad, baby.” His voice is a low purr, and it takes all of your self-control to not whimper.

“You love when I’m bad,” you tease when you’re sure your voice won’t tremble with desire. You’re making a conscious effort not to look up from your phone where you’re messing with the Twitch app you’ve just installed purely to fuck with him because he isn’t fucking you. “Besides, I’m not doing anything.”

Brendon scoffs playfully, and you smirk. “Okay,” he murmurs. “So the username that is a combination of my anniversary with my still-not-public girlfriend and her dog’s name is…who then?” You shrug, still not making eye contact, murmuring something about strange coincidences. “I swear to god, Y/n,” Brendon laughs, shaking his head. “If you send one more message into the stream that’s just our safe word,” and now you look at him, grinning. Everyone else in the stream has been ignoring your single-word messages of ‘fondue,’ but you knew he was seeing them and you just knew it was getting to him. “You’re gonna need it,” he finishes, the longing and underlying tension clear in his voice.

You hesitate, unsure. “Wait…is…is that supposed to make me not send it again? Because honestly, that’s not very convincing. You should try harder, B.”

You stretch a little in the armchair opposite him on the couch, moaning at the pleasant burn through your legs. “You know I love it when you get a little rough. You feel guilty, but you shouldn’t; I love when I’ve got marks from you all over my body. Fingerprints, bruises, bite marks, anything. Hold me tight, claim me, fuck me hard, make me tear our pillows apart with my teeth because you’re pushing me to the edge with your tongue and fingers and cock. God, my absolute favorite thing is when you eat my pussy from behind while I’ve got my face pressed to a pillow. The way you smack my ass and pull me back onto your mouth so you can rub your tongue against all of me; I just can’t stop coming.” You’re bouncing one leg crossed over the other, your tone sugary sweet despite your words, and your eyes still on your phone.

“Y/n, please,” Brendon groans with a smile, closing his eyes. He takes off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me. You’re so…god, baby, you know I want you.” You drop your phone and raise your eyebrows teasingly. “You’re killing me. Come over here.” He slips his glasses back on and pats his lap, rubbing his thigh. “Come sit, baby.”

“Someone is still supposed to be streaming…” you point out, giving him a suggestive smile, stretching again. “But that same someone,” you murmur, “is baiting me. Wearing his glasses, calling me ‘baby,’ asking me to sit on his lap…someone knows I can’t resist any of those things.” He grins and closes his laptop, setting it to one side. You groan when he pulls his glasses down seductively. “Fuck, Brendon…you’re teasing, but you know I can’t resist that.”

“So stop resisting,” he tells you with a smile. “Come here, Angel. You wanted my attention so badly? I’m going to give it to you. And if you ask nicely, I’ll give you something else too.”

You grin and roll off of the chair, landing on your hands and knees so you can crawl over to him, hips swaying. “You’re killing me. You’re fucking killing me,” Brendon groans as you work your way across his living room at a glacial pace and bite your lip, eyes on his. “No—fuck, Y/n, don’t fucking slow down—no!” He fists his hair in frustration when you teasingly move even slower, mimicking a sloth to perfection as you crawl in slow-motion. “Better.” Brendon nods approvingly when you switch back to your original seductive speed. “Get over here.”

When you come to a stop at his feet, he beckons you closer, so you rise up enough for him to bend forward and snake an arm around your waist and haul you into his lap. “There’s my girl,” he murmurs, nudging your ear with his nose. “There’s my Angel who needs some attention, hm?” You nod sweetly, and he grins, pulling back to kiss you softly. “You’ve got my attention now. Why don’t you settle on my thigh here and let me give you my full attention?” You shift a little so you’re straddling his thigh. “Hi love,” he whispers, tugging a lock of your hair affectionately. “Ride my thigh. Make yourself feel good; let me see you come like this.” You rise up to shove your leggings down and he stops you. ”Nope. Like this. Fully clothed. Want my angel to come for me fully clothed. Once she’s done that, then she can strip for me, and we’ll go from there.”

“You’re bad, B,” you scold him teasingly. “Making me come in my panties and leggings.” He smirks and tells you it’s payback for the way you were being bad earlier.

“Fair enough,” you acquiesce with a shrug and rest your hands on his shoulders lightly as you start to move on his thigh. Brendon grins and points out that you’ve admitted you were being bad if you’re agreeing this is payback. “Hush, B. That was then. This is now. Fuck,” you mumble, closing your eyes. “Fuck, this feels so good. Your thighs, Bren…they’re always talking about your thighs and wanting to ride them and come on them, and Jesus if they only knew how good—oh, fuck!” Your voice jumps an octave when he starts kissing your neck. “Brendon, god, you know I love that.” His hands wrap around your hips, and he pulls you higher up his thigh so the top of yours is pressed to his erection. “Yes baby, fuck yes yes yes!” You squeal when you come, the seam of your leggings pressing against your clit and driving you over the edge; you’re babbling incoherent gratitude for his making you come as he rubs back against your thigh while making small sounds of pleasure. “Oh fuck oh god Brend—what are you doing?”

You’re disoriented and panting when he turns and pushes you onto your back so you’re stretched out on the couch. “Oh fuck, baby, what are you doing?” You’re breathless now as he tugs your leggings and panties down in one swift movement and wiggles so he’s kneeling between your thighs.

“Speaking of amazing thighs,” he mumbles, pressing warm kisses up toward your pelvis, starting at your knees and alternating between legs. “My baby has the best thighs. And the best pussy. And the best clit. And now that she’s been good for me and come on my thigh, I’m gonna eat her perfect pussy until she comes again.” You’re squirming like crazy by the time his mouth closes over you and his tongue rolls out; you both let out broken moans of pleasure as his tongue moves deeper. “Honey,” he gasps against you. “Angel, my perfect girl, oh fuck.” His arms curl under your thighs and he spreads you wider for his mouth so he can really torture you with his licking and gentle sucking and moaning and kissing. “Want to eat you out forever; shit, you’re the best.”

“Oh god Brendon, baby, yes, eat it!” Your head is pressed back against the couch armrest, and your hands are in his hair as his mouth moves faster and sloppier; he’s abandoned his refined technique since both of you know exactly what you need to get off right now. “Don’t stop,” you moan as his mouth moves over you, tongue licking in broad, wet, warm strokes while he teases your clit with the tip of his tongue using delicate little licks. “Oh fuck, Brendon don’t stop.” His lips are sliding over you; it actually feels like he’s making out with your pussy and, given the way he’s moaning, clutching your thighs, and rubbing against the couch, he’s loving it as much as you are. “Gonna make me come,” you manage, voice high and tight. “Gonna come, oh Jesus fucking Christ fuck me; Brendon, yes!” Your squeal of pleasure is ripped from you; you’re breathing hard, pulling at his hair, gasping and grinding as you praise him. “So fucking good, oh—oh fuck Brendon—making me come oh fuck baby the best you’re the best oh god yes yes yes now!”

“Holy fuck,” Brendon groans, licking at you eagerly. “Goddamn, you’re so sweet, Angel. Oh shit, come for me one more time, my love. Need more.” His fingers slide into you and curl insistently. “Once more, baby.” You moan as he rubs against your G-spot, and your entire body convulses.

“That’s my girl,” Brendon murmurs against you, tongue already moving and swiping over you tenderly. “My baby comes when she’s told. Damn, you’re such a good girl for me.” He scoots up and rests his head on your stomach, trying to catch his breath. “Sweet girl. Love you so much.”

“Oh god,” you whimper, reaching down and bending to the side to grope for his erection. “I fucking love you. Brendon, baby, I love you and I need you. Oh fuck, please, please, let me have you!” He nods and props himself up on one arm to move over you. You tangle a hand in his hair and pull his mouth, still slick with you, down to yours. “Fondue, baby, oh fuck, fondue.” Brendon pulls back and looks at you, obviously confused that you’re safe-wording now.

“If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to die. Save me.” You grin at him, and he groans, crushing his mouth to yours and sliding into you; you scratch and claw at his back as he goes deep.

“Fuck, Angel. I’ll always save you.” You both gasp as you clench around him; his eyes roll back at the feeling, and you’ve tangled your legs around him—your lips are parted in silent ecstasy as you both move together. “God fucking damn,” Brendon manages, trying to focus on your face. You whimper and nod, rocking upward to meet his hips. The movement makes the crown of his cock brush over your clit and you’re dizzy with lust; you can already feel your impending orgasm, and he’s close too if the breathless praise he’s murmuring is any indication.

“Ow!” Your yelp of pain is sudden; you’re both frozen, and then start laughing after the shock passes. “Your glasses, B.” You reach to one side to grab the frames that have fallen off his face from his frenetic movement. “Here you go.”

“Should I go put my contacts in?” Brendon is laughing too as he places his glasses back on his face. You scoff and wiggle backward so his erection slips from you; you roll onto your stomach before arching up onto your hands and knees. “Baby?” His voice is a little strained as he watches you settle onto the couch, making yourself comfortable while waiting for his cock.

“No. Keep them on. They make me so hot. You’ll just have to fuck me from behind so they don’t fall off.” You’re grinning at him over your shoulder, and he smiles as he shifts too and grips both of your hips. Abruptly, he comments how you won’t be able to see them on him though. “So? I’ll know they’re there,” you murmur, winking at him. “Fuck me, Urie.”

“Oh god,” Brendon groans as he thrusts forward. “Fuck, baby, you feel so—love getting you like this—miss your pretty face, but I love holding you and going hard like you love—oh shit, Angel, yes, so goo—fuck!” His voice breaks off in a strangled moan as you tighten around him again; you’ve got your face buried in your arms as you work hard to meet him thrust for thrust. “Gonna come,” he warns you.

“Come, Bren,” you pant, lifting your head and turning to meet his eyes as best you can. “Come in me. Come in your Angel.” He groans again, lurching forward to kiss over your neck. The edge of his glasses presses against your skin, and you can’t control the whimper that comes out of you. “Fuck, Brendon!” He nods, tongue teasing behind your ear as he presses himself flush against you, his chest to your back. “Baby, I’m—right there, I’m gonna—”

“Come,” Brendon gasps, biting down lightly. Your shriek fills the room, and he bites harder, which makes your hips spasm as your orgasm rips through you. “Oh fucking hell, Angel; I’m coming in you,” he grunts, lips grazing your neck. “Oh fuck! Yes, come on my cock, yes!” His fingers dig into your hips, and his once-smooth rhythm is gone as he convulses, gasping your name and filling you. The heat makes you quiver; you tighten around him instinctively, wanting more. One of Brendon’s hands leaves your hip and snakes down between your legs to tease your clit, and it’s an instant reaction.

“Yes yes yes yes yes!” Your entire body is shaking with exertion as you chant and fall apart under his touch. “Oh fuck, Brendon, yes, there, now, fuck!” Your voice is tight, and your eyes are clenched shut; you can feel his breath on your neck and his middle finger is still moving over your clit in gentle circles. “Brendon, fuck!”

“Yeah Angel, say my name,” Brendon groans, resting his head on your shoulder blade. “That’s a good girl.” You’re both breathing hard; you can feel his chest heaving against your back before he scoots back and out of you. You whine at the loss, turning to give him a pleading look as he collapses in a seated position on the couch. “Come here, my love,” he murmurs, patting his lap. You turn and curl into yourself, head resting in his lap. Lazily, you run a finger up and down his still half-hard cock; he shivers, and you grin up at him. “Angelbaby,” he says softly, stroking your hair. “Someone still has to be punished for misbehaving while I was streaming.” He takes a lock of your hair and twists it around his index finger, tugging affectionately. You smile up at him, wriggling closer to his erection so you can lick at the base of his cock, grinning when you feel him twitch at your touch. “Don’t think you can blow your way out of this,” Brendon says with a laugh, tugging at your hair again.

“Oh I know I can’t. I’m just offering.” You grin and wrap a hand around him, pumping slowly. “Think you can spank me while I blow you? I promise not to bite your dick.” You smirk up at him, squeezing the head of his cock and licking eagerly at the rest of his shaft. “I promise,” you repeat, eyes closed as you taste yourself on his cock.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Brendon says helplessly, raking his hand through your hair, eyes wide. “You’re so…”

“Sexy? Dirty? Good? Amazing? I’ll take any of those,” you tell him with a small smile. He laughs and massages your scalp as he tells you E, all of the above. “Good answer,” you murmur, shifting onto your hands and knees and swallowing him down for a brief instant before pulling back with an audible pop as you let his cock slip out of your lips. “How many spankings did I earn, sir?” You’re rocking back and forth, wiggling your hips in anticipation. “Angel was such a bad girl,” you purr, licking at the tip of his cock.

“She was,” Brendon agrees in a low voice, still stroking your hair lovingly. “How many does my bad girl think she’s earned?”

You pause to mull this over, stroking his cock idly as you think. “Well,” you muse. “Let’s consider what exactly I did. I teased you, certainly.”

“You did.”

“And it was public since you were streaming.”

“It was.”

“And I made you cut your stream short so I could get off on your thigh,” you point out. “Three things.”

Brendon nods, considering. His hand leaves your hair and starts rubbing gentle circles over your ass and the backs of your thighs. “I think twenty for the teasing,” he decides, and you nod, telling him that sounds fair. He grins down at you. “And another ten for the public factor.” He pauses for another moment. “And another ten for ending the stream.”

“Forty?” Your voice is small, and he nods. Using his free hand, he cups your face and raises it gently so you meet his eyes. He searches your face, concern evident.

“Angel, we don’t have to—please you know you do not have to—we can—I don’t expect you to always—”

“No,” you cut him off. “Forty is good. I’m okay.” He nods slowly, fingers stroking your face now tenderly. He’s your first partner you’ve trusted enough to confess your interest in spanking; forty is certainly the most you’ve ever earned, but he’s been so good and compassionate as you both explore this.

He was quick to tell you he’d never spanked anyone before, but if it’s what you wanted…the first night you tried was one that solidified your faith in and love for him—both of you giggling and moaning and touching and teasing throughout, both of you surprised at how much you both enjoyed it. Because of that, you have full faith he’ll take care of you, and you both know he’ll stop before you safeword if there’s even a hint of you being uncomfortable.

“Just…” you falter, trying to find the words. “Pace yourself,” you finally say, arching your back into his touch. “Maybe only do the last…ten at full force.”

“Of course, Angel. Whatever you want,” Brendon soothes, kissing you softly. “Don’t bite my dick.” You giggle and kiss him back, shaking your head.

“I promise. Will you be counting since my mouth will be full?”

“Yeah honey,” Brendon murmurs. “I’ll count. You just focus on my cock.” He shifts slightly and pats you gently, almost as a gentle warning. “You ready?” You nod and suck the head of his cock in between your lips. “Fuck,” he grunts, letting his hand make contact. “My Angel sucks my cock so good. That’s one.” His hand pulls back and lands again. “Two.” You suck him down deeper, relishing how his cock twitches in your mouth when he spanks you. “Oh fuck, yes!”

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You’re squealing around his cock, mouth tight and body rocking back and forth gently as Brendon reaches the final five. He’s at full force now as promised, and you’re so wet that it’s spread down your inner thighs. “Thirty-six,” Brendon groans, and you lurch forward under his hand. Your mouth tightens even more as your head moves to take him deeper. “Fuck, Angel, just the tip,” Brendon tells you in a tense voice. “Just the tip. That’s a good girl. Thirty—sev—oh fuck yes, such a good girl for me, sucking on my cock so nicely, shit baby, oh god, thirty-eight, yes yes yes love, thirty-nine, oh Jesus fucking Chr—shit!” Brendon is gasping as you suck hard, your hand clenching around the base of his cock and stroking upward urgently. You’ve been moaning and whining at each bit of contact, each time pushing you closer to the edge. “Gonna come with me?” Brendon groans, shifting slightly so the hand he’s been using to spank you is now between your legs and his other hand is angled, a bit awkwardly, to deliver the last swat. You nod as best you can with his cock in between your lips and he groans again, breath hitching. “Fuck, Angel. Jesus, okay, forty—holy sweet god in heaven yes!” Your own orgasm sends you reeling and you’re shrieking around his cock for the split second that he isn’t filling your mouth. His fingers slide into you and he curls them, doubling the intensity of your orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Brendon’s helpless chant fills your ears and you swallow eagerly before letting him slip from your mouth when he’s spent so you can let out your own squeals of pleasure.

“Brendon, baby, yes!” Your voice is hoarse and he immediately wraps an arm around you and flips you onto your back before settling between your legs, laying flat over you so your chests are together. “Holy shit,” you murmur after a moment, brushing your fingers over his face tenderly, lingering on the frame of his glasses almost in awe. “You’re…you’re incredible.” You bite your lip before you kiss him gently and he meets your embrace, lips moving over yours.

“No, you are, my love,” he counters when you part. “You’re something else entirely. I love you so much.” You repeat it back to him, letting your head rest on the throw pillows. He slumps over you, face in the crook of your neck. “Is it nap time, my love?”

“Hell yes,” you say with a laugh, running both of your hands through his hair as he nuzzles your shoulder. “I don’t think I could move an inch.” He smiles against your skin and makes a soft sound, agreeing with you. “Rest, baby,” you whisper to him, closing your eyes.

“You too, Angel,” he murmurs affectionately, turning his head to kiss your neck gently. “My good girl worked hard, taking those spankings and sucking my cock; she deserves a good nap.” You yawn, already half-asleep as he continues to praise you sleepily, so you’re not positive, but you think the last coherent thing he murmurs is, “god bless these glasses.”

[ao3feed-ateez]

The milk fic

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5nlqIpk by CherryMatzXoxo This isn’t my original fic, it’s an old fic that originated in the panic! at the disco fandom and was between Brendon urie and Ryan Ross, I only changed the names because I’m drunk and thought it would be funny and years back it was a trend to change this fic to fit every fandom😭 So enjoy this absolute cursed fic ! Twitter: CherryJxxng (no minors please) Words: 3461, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa Additional Tags: Top Kim Hongjoong, Dom Kim Hongjoong, Bottom Park Seonghwa, Sub Park Seonghwa, Enemas, milk enama, Milk, Fisting mention, Dubious Consent, Dacryphilia, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, Humiliation read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5nlqIpk

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[cuntboyraytoro]

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Obese bitch who ❤️ chubby emo men

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KINKS AND SHIPS UNDER CUT

I have 2 ocs i ship with everyone (Xen, Drummer of MCR and Jae, Bassist of MCR) posts about them will be tagged with #WarpedTourPolycule

i write x reader (amab mostly) and other things. asks and requests are open

Fav ships: Frerard, Peterick, Rayrard, Ray/Frank/Gerard, Gerbert, Frerardbert, Poly!FOB, Petekeytrick, Bert/Jepha, Poly!Used, Gerard/Andy, Selfcest, Geetrick, Joe/Ray, Bert/Ray/Gerard/Frank, Grant Morrison/Gerard, Grant/Gerard/Frank, Gerard/Jamia/Frank, Andy/Joe, warped tour polycule

Fav kinks and tropes: Chubby, Piss, Emeto, Blood, Spit, Chocking, Feminization, Hardcore bdsm, Priest, A/B/O, Mafia AU, highschool AU, teacher/college senior, hate sex, enemies to lovers, bully/victim, urethra play, first time sex, dacryphilia, selfshipping, puppyplay, age difference armpits, sweat, dubcon that turns into enthusiastic consent, nerd x jock, medical kink, nurse x patient, doctor x patient, nurse x doctor, mommy/mistress kink, sir/master kink, humiliation, corruption kink, size difference, macro/micro, belly bulge, girlbulge, t4t, ball worship

DNI: Waycest shipper, underage shipper, terf/swerf/whatever they are called, racist, you enjoy MSI, you like lyn-z/brendon urie/bob bryar, you sexualize age regression, you think calling men she and baby girl is “problematic” and “weird”

Will Probably block you if: you write feederism, you write daddy kink, you write fem!reader / only afab gn!reader, you write scat

[eerienike]

1. Wine Red - The Hush Sound

fell in love with the song ever since i saw a fnaf animation to it and rediscovered it 2 years ago

2. Black No. 1 - Type O Negative

i just vibe to all of their songs

3. California - White2115

a polish song and whenever i listen to it i feel like on vacation

4. She’s my religion - Pale Waves

a lot of love songs remind me of my ex, but i guess i could pick this one as a representative

5. Dani California - RHCP

everyone must hear the chorus like i do, im literally in another world whenever its playing

6. Anybody Else - Dom Fera

one of my favourite songs ever and i basically have a whole dance routine for it in my head

7. Bizarre Love Triangle - New Order

I dont have a drivers licence but when i have one i definitely want 80’s pop in my car

8. We don’t have to dance - Andy Black

Not exactly about alcohol but one of it’s consequences i guess

9. Paradisin’ - Rina Sawayama

that song always kind off takes any emotional baggage of me and lets me chill and smile while humming

10. Sextape - Deftones

not exactly makes me sad, but i listen to it while im sad and thinking about different things and i usually end up crying

11. Around the World - RHCP

another rhcp song, again i love the chorus and the bridge at the end of the song

12. Connecting - Halyosy

i listened to the polish cover of it when i was 12

13. Where is my mind? - Pixies

a classic but i like it

14. Look Around - RHCP

i never really thought about music for my wedding, but i guess i could see guests dancing to this song lol

15. Jenny - The Orion Experience

what can i say, a cover (i actually think its better than original)

16. Swan Lake Op. 20 Act II No. 10- Tchaikovsky

i dont know much classical music but like how sad it starts and then takes a dark turn in the middle

17. TikTok - Kesha

a song to goof out a little bc i cant sing for my life

18. Time to dance - P!atD

used to be my fav song and i still love it and the whole album too

19. Empty Houses - A Foreign Affair

i relate a lot to this song and it always kind of makes me think about my choices

20. Welcome to Japan - The Strokes

my current fav song and also i think i could make a few interpretations of it

21. Bloody Mary - Lady Gaga

i loved it before Wednesday came out and hey its my name in the title

22. Kaonashi - Daria Zawiałow

its a song about going forward and ignoring the past (not exactly in a good way) while being blind to the future and it kind of pushes me to do so too

23. About a girl - Nirvana

very underrated for a nirvana song, needs more recognition

24. But it’s better if you do - P!atD

i just hate the pop monster brendon has turned into and wish they would make more amazing music like afycso

25. One Rainy Wish - Jimi Hendrix

my fav of his ig

26. Romeo and Cinderella - doriko

im actually addicted to this song, the best love song ever 10/10

27. Razorblade - The Strokes

it reminds me of my mistakes in my last relationship so i sort of hate it but the music is so good that i still love it

28. Circles - KIRA

gumi is my favourite vocaloid okay

29. Rumour has it - Adele

i cut my finger while dancing to it in the car and puked later

30. bathroom community - glass beach

my ex picked it for me as a song that describes me and I just can’t not agree, i actually like it so much that it fails to ruin my mood with an ex reminder

[dirty-urie]

Spoiled

A dom B flash fic

1k Words

Dedicated to my favorite lady, @loverontheleft 🥰

Warnings: oral sex, penetrative sex, daddy kink, very light dom/sub dynamic

“We have 15 minutes, babygirl, cock or tongue?” Brendon asks patiently, crawling onto the bed next to you.

You pout. “I have to choose?”

He nods. “You can have whatever you want when we get back from the bookstore, but I promised my girl Starbucks and books, and she’s going to get them.”

You widen your eyes pleadingly. “Can’t I get them after drawn-out oral foreplay followed by you taking me fast and hard from behind?” you whine, pawing between your thighs at the thought.

Brendon shakes his head. “No can do. I have a strict schedule planned for your day of spoiling, and if we don’t adhere, we'll run out of time and you’ll have no books and no tea and you’ll be sad.”

“Fine. You’re right,” you concede.

“So. Cock or tongue?”

You scratch Brendon’s scalp while you decide. “Well, if you fuck me, you’ll come too, and you’re always more generous freshly fucked.”

Brendon chuckles. “It’s never the money I’m worried about, my love, it’s finding room for all your books without making you donate any. When I’m all orgasm-hazy, I don’t think about that as much.”

You nibble on his ear lobe, trailing your flat hand down his chest. “My daddy, so generous,” you agree. You grasp his cock through the front of his sweatpants and make a triumphant noise at the feeling of him swelling under you. “That’s what I thought, pretty boy,” you murmured. “My daddy’s getting so thick and hard for his girl. You wanna fuck me? Bury your cock inside my throbbing cunt?” you ask, stroking him lightly.

“God, yes, need you, y/n,” Brendon moans.

“But,” you release him, and he whines, “I haven’t considered option two yet. Your fingers working deep inside me. Your tongue moving desperately on my clit because you love my taste. Coming hard on your face, claiming you as mine.”

Brendon’s face flushes and his pupils expand. “Fuck, love my messy girl. Love when you soak my face and hair with your perfect slickness. I’m all yours.”

“Your tongue is your speciality,” you muse. “Pussy’s your favorite food after all. You’re so enthusiastic, and you know all these little moves to drive me wild under you. But your cock is so perfect. So thick and so silky smooth. And always so fucking hard for me. Plus, love when you fill me up with your hot come. Talk about getting claimed, shit, you pulsing inside me while you give me everything you’ve got makes me feel like yours.”

Brendon’s jaw gets tense as he clenches his teeth hard.

“Mmm, and you can move those hips like nobody’s business,” you continue. “You’re always so in control. The exact speed, depth, angle. Everything. It’s amazing.”

Brendon growls. He straddles your lap, facing you. You whimper and attempt to nip at his firm bottom lip, but he places a hand on your shoulder, pushing you down gently onto the bed. “You need to pick, love. Or I’m picking for you,” he says roughly, pinning you down while you giggle. His pelvis is pressing firmly against you while you squirm, and the growing bulge in his pants is throbbing insistently on your thigh.

Your pussy clenches. You take his hand, guiding it into your panties. “I’m so fucking wet for you. You did this. Want you to be my best sir and clean it up for me please, daddy. Use your tongue and take care of me.”

Brendon sucks briefly on your neck. “Good girl,” he gasps, crawling down your body.

“Is my daddy going to touch himself while he works? Stroke his hard cock? Come all over my thighs when he’s done?”

Brendon mouths over your panties, his hot breath driving you wild. “I will if you won’t mind, babygirl. I know you like it when I focus on you.”

You whine, rubbing your drenched panties on his mouth. “I do. But I also like it when you feel good, daddy. Get yourself off. I’d do it, but we’re running short on time.”

Brendon grins, sliding your panties down your thighs before snaking one of his hands into his own underwear between his body and the bed. His hips jerk as he thrusts into his first and you bite your lip, stifling a moan. Brendon slips two fingers deep inside you, and shocks of pleasure shoot through your stomach from your core. “I know you would. My best girl. Takes care of me without even being asked.”

Brendon’s fingers feel massive inside you, they always do when he’s been away for a while. You can only imagine what his cock will feel like when you finally get it. “I want your tongue, daddy,” you moan.

He kisses your clit softly before suckling it into his mouth. You thrash and squeeze his head, reaching down to grab his hair. “Fuck. Brendon.”

“Baby, we’re running out of time,” Brendon gasps. “Need you to work with me. Need you to come.” He yanks his hand out of his pants to stroke your nipple with one hand while he frantically beckons inside you for you to come. “Be my easy slut. My wonderful girl.”

“Only easy for you,” you moan, and he licks and hot stripe up from your entrance. “Oh god. So fucking easy for you.”

“Need you to come too,” you whine. “Want to feel your come streaked across my thighs.”

Brendon nuzzles your cunt. “You’ll get me, baby. You’ll get my come, I promise.”

You tug on his hair gently. “Fuck me, daddy. Come inside me.”

Brendon crawls up the bed, thrusting into you quickly. “I will, my love. I’ll take good care of my girl.” He kisses you, and you lick his lips desperately.

“I love tasting myself on you, daddy,” you moan. You grasp the sheets, throwing your head back. “I’m so full,” you cry. You start to tighten around him, practically choking his cock with your pussy.

“Good girl,” Brendon praises. “Come for me. Come for me and I’ll come, sweet girl.”

You come, and Brendon releases into you at the same. You milk his cock, snapping around him. “Give me everything you’ve got,” you beg.

Brendon slumps on top of you, and you suck a dark mark onto his neck. He groans and you feel another rush of heat as his cock pulses more come inside you.

“I have a feeling we’ll need to get another bookshelf after today,” Brendon jokes weakly.

You run your hand through his hair, laughing. “I’ll behave myself, don’t worry, daddy. I won’t take advantage of your vulnerable state… too much advantage anyway.”

Brendon kisses your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

[fuckweekes]

Smh I think tungle.hell ate my ask when I sent it, but... A concept: Dallon in a dress A better concept: Brendon domming Dallon while Dal’s in a dress An even better concept: Brendon AND Breezy domming Dallon while Dal’s in a dress

Smh I hate this app sometimes. Anyway, yes. Dallon in a sundress. Brendon and Breezy both taking turns at showing Dallon who he belongs too.

[decaydanceredacted]

mommy dom sarah with sub brendon. she pegs him btw. hnnngn are they looking for a third

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[loverontheleft]

Ready to Leap (Chapter 13) (Alternate title; Hush Now, Baby)

AU with B as a band teacher and reader as an English teacher. Fluff and smut. Chapters 1-12 can be found on my Masterlist.

By request. You can read the full request here.

Brendon x reader. Warnings: language, sexual content, dom!B, spanking, edging, dirty talk, oral, fuck, any sexual warning you can think of, it probably applies here. Y’all kill me.

One caveat; I don’t do daddy kinks (I had a weird experience with the fiancé) so I’ve modified slightly. Don’t worry darlin, you’ll still get off.

Word count: 3.5k

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He pulls into the driveway fast and the tires squeal a little. The entire drive has a been a tease; your hand on his dick and his hand is up your dress; you’ve been reminded how your panties are definitely still back on the floor of the bar bathroom while his fingers stroke you.

Before you can even unbuckle, he’s at your door and hauling you up into his arms, pressing you against the car and kissing you fiercely. “Want you,” he gasps, and you can feel him hard against you in the delta of your thighs. You moan into his mouth and his hands are tight on your hips, holding you still while he ruts against you.

“Bren, baby,” you whimper, clutching his shoulders. He pulls back to look at you and you feel yourself get even wetter. “Want you to be rough. Take me.”

He bites his lip and groans again, tugging you inside before throwing you over his shoulder. You squeal as he carries you upstairs and drops you on his bed. “Tell me if it’s too much, if I go too far, okay?” He’s standing at the foot of the bed, eyes on you. His voice is soft but you can see the desire burning behind his gaze.

Shifting around, you slip off the bed and kneel in front of him. “Yes, sir.”

He rests a hand on top of your head and you preen, pressing into his touch. “That’s all you’re allowed to call me tonight, understand?” You nod and he smiles. “Such a good girl for me,” he sighs, and you reach up to undo his pants, unable to contain your own sigh of pleasure when his erection springs forth. “Gonna stay down on your knees, babygirl, suck me off?” He suggests, shedding his shirt and brushing your hair back behind your ear. You nod, taking him in your mouth and moaning around him. Slowly, you start to move on him, lips and tongue dragging across him, and you let him fall from your mouth with a giggle. Your lipstick is smeared across his cock and you look up at him, eyes wide. “Darlin, your mouth,” he sighs, leaning down to fix your lipstick with his thumb.

“Don’t bother fixing it sir, it’s only gonna get worse,” you whisper, licking your lips and taking him again. He inhales sharply and cups the back of your head, letting his hips rock forward. You nod enthusiastically, letting your jaw drop ever so slightly, giving him leeway to thrust freely.

“Holy fuck,” he gasps, watching his length disappear between your lips, the mauve stains of your lipstick deepening and smearing as you tighten your mouth around him with a happy moan. “God, babygirl, you look so good with my dick in your mouth. You gonna let me come in that pretty mouth?” You nod, pulling back and licking over him lightly, tongue swirling over his head while you stroke him with your hand. His head falls back and you swallow around him; he cries out when he hits the back of your throat and you just press further, moaning and whining around him. You curl your thumb and index finger around his base and squeeze, looking up at him and moaning again, letting your eyes flutter closed. “God, sweetheart, I’m gonna come,” he whispers and you nod, humming happily around him. The vibrations are what sets him off with a sharp cry; you feel him throbbing inside your mouth and then he’s coming, he’s down your throat and he’s coming and thrusting and you’re swallowing hard to keep up with him. When he finally stills, you pull back off of him with a satisfied smile, licking into the corners of your lips.

“Uh oh,” you sigh, using your index finger to swipe up a line of cum dripping from the corner of your mouth. “I didn’t swallow everything.” You give him that same wide-eyed innocent stare and he groans. “I should probably be punished, don’t you think?” Your tone is sugary sweet; he nods and moves to sit on the bed.

“Come here babygirl.” He pats his lap and you climb to your feet before perching on his lap. “No, lean over,” he corrects and shifts you so your body is perpendicular to his. “Pull this up,” he orders, tugging at your dress and you do, reaching back with one hand and wiggling roughly to get it up over your hips. “You didn’t swallow everything. How many do you think you deserve?” His palm is rubbing soft circles over your ass, fingers pressing and squeezing lightly every few seconds.

You consider, tipping your head to the side. “Probably ten. Do you want me to count, sir?”

He groans, squeezing firmly, almost testing you. “Yeah, honey. You're gonna count for me.” Before he starts, he slips his hand between your thighs and spreads you a little more for him over his lap. “If you want me to stop, tell me ‘red,’ okay? I will not stop for ‘stop,’ or ‘ouch,’ or even if you cry.” You shiver a little. He’s good at this. “If you really want me to stop, use ‘red.’ Do you understand?” You nod and he goes back to rubbing over you. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs before bringing his hand down on the curve of your ass. You inhale sharply and count. His hand comes down again, and like before, it isn’t particularly hard but it is swift and it stings the slightest bit - but in a good way. He moves on, his hand making contact at the place where your ass meets your thigh and you moan, rocking back into his hand. His fingers slip down and he feels how wet you really are before swatting you again, harder this time.

This continues, escalating, until your face is buried in his sheets, and you’re gasping, “ten, sir, that’s ten.” Your thighs are quivering and your voice is high and tight. He goes back to rubbing gentle circles, light enough to be soothing and he’s murmuring soft praise in your ear.

“Babygirl, you did so well, I’m so proud of you.” His words are warm and sweet and you practically purr, arching your back into his touch. “Let’s see how wet those spankings got you, shall we?” His hand is back between your legs and he sucks in a breath, stroking you. “So hot for me,” he groans, and you nod. “Let’s see if we can do something about that,” he whispers and carefully, he helps you to your feet. “Strip for me, darlin.”

Your hands are trembling a little as you reach for the zipper and slowly, you let each strap of your dress slip from your shoulders, exposing more of the swell of your breasts. “You want me naked, sir?” When he nods, leaning back slightly and stroking his cock, you shift your shoulders to push the dress further down. When it catches at your hips, you roll it down and hiss a little when the fabric grazes over your ass. Finally, it hits the floor and you’re in your bra and heels. He leans forward and catches you by the waist and hauls back into bed. “Sir,” you gasp and he kisses you hard, rolling on top of you.

“There’s a present for you in my pants pocket. Go get it babygirl.” Fortunately, he kicked his pants to the side of the bed and you can shove your hand down and grab them without moving out from under him. You rummage in the pockets and gasp a little when you pull out your underwear from earlier. “As if I’m going to leave your pretty lace panties on the floor for someone to find. Those are mine.” You nod weakly and he plucks them from your fingertips. “Hands up, darlin.” Unsure, you hold both hands above your head and he shifts behind you to wrap your panties around both wrists until you’re snugly bound. “Too tight?” You shake your head and he smiles. “Good. Lean back.” You obey and he runs a finger down between your breasts, down your stomach, and against your clit briefly. You gasp and rock your hips up, but he’s gone, pulling the belt out of his pants. He takes your bound hands and slips the belt under them and loops the belt buckle over his headboard, securing you there. “This okay?” And when you nod, he smiles and kisses your forehead. “You’re comfortable?” You shift a little and nod again. “Good. You’re gonna be here for a while.”

And with those words, he drops down your body and spreads your legs, tongue sliding through your slick. He groans into your pussy and you squeal in pleasure, rocking your hips up. His tongue thrusts into you, lapping you up, while his finger circles around your clit - not actually touching, just teasing. You can already feel your wetness on his face, his movements are spreading it across your thighs and you moan, spreading your legs wider and arching into his mouth. Your nipples are so hard and he runs a hand up to tease them under your bra, licking you harder when you cry out in pleasure. “Sir, it feels so good!”

“Yeah darlin, let me hear you,” he rasps, feathering a kiss over your inner thigh. “Wanna hear how good I’m making my babygirl feel.” His tongue keeps teasing you and his finger is just circling, circling, circling and it’s all too much.

“Sir, please,” you cry and your walls must be trembling because he actually lets his finger brush your clit and you’re right there, “oh fuck, fuck, sir I’m gonna-“

He shoves himself away from your pussy, licking his lips. “I’m going to go get some water. Do you need anything, darlin?” You stare at him wordlessly, chest heaving. “No? Okay, I’ll be back.” He walks out of the room and you’re shaking, you were so close. When he comes back, a glass of water in hand, he sits in between your legs and runs two fingers up and down idly, smirking when you shiver. “How you doing, baby?”

You stare at him, still trembling. “Sir, I almost-“

“I know. You didn’t think I’d let the fun be over so quickly, did you?” He grins at you and you inhale sharply, desperate for contact. “Here honey, have some water.” Carefully, you wiggle up into a slightly elevated position and he gently tips the glass to your mouth. You swallow appreciatively, and he kisses your forehead before setting the glass on the nightstand. “Back down babygirl.”

You slide back down the bed and he settles between your legs, kissing your inner thighs. “So pretty,” he sighs, looking up at you through dark lashes as he kisses your clit. “And you taste so good,” he moans, running his tongue across you before cupping your ass in both hands and lifting you slightly to slide his tongue in deeper.

“Yes, oh god sir, your tongue feels so nice in me,” you whisper, rocking against his face. He murmurs something unintelligible and doubles down, tonguing you hard before sliding up to suck at your clit slightly. “Oh god, oh fuck-“ and he’s gone again, eyes heavy, watching your hips roll and buck against nothing. You let out a sharp, frustrated whine. “How many times are you going to do this?” You protest, spreading your thighs and rocking your hips towards him. “I need to come, sir.” Your voice is plaintive and desperate.

“You don’t need it yet. You want it,” Brendon corrects you, rubbing small circles on your hips.

“Yes sir, I want it. I want it so badly,” you whine and he flicks your thigh.

“Don’t whine babygirl. I’ll make you come, don’t worry.”

“Please,” you practically sob, and he leans over to kiss you lightly.

“No.”

He climbs off of the bed and stretches a little before crawling back over you and snuggling you as best he can with your arms bound above you. You try to slow your breathing, but his lips are on your shoulder, your neck, your breasts, and his fingers, fuck, his fingers are drawing little patterns on your stomach and you just want him so badly. He winks at you and slides two fingers in deep, groaning a little when you clench around him.

“Sir,” you whisper, and his eyes darken. You think his resolve is breaking. “Sir, please.”

His eyes run over you, arms above your head, legs spread, chest heaving. “How bad do you want it?”

“So badly,” you gasp. “I want to come for you so badly, want to show you how hot you make me, how worked up you get me, how much I love you, fuck, sir, please let me come so I can show you.” His fingers work harder, and he shifts down the bed so he can pull one of your legs around his shoulders. “Please, please sir.” You’re breathless now and he keeps thrusting his fingers.

He flicks his tongue against your clit and spreads his fingers a little, letting his tongue slip between them and slide deep into you before removing his fingers. He inverts his hand so his palm rests over your pelvis and his middle finger flies over your clit while his tongue circles deep inside you. Without warning, he presses his finger to your clit roughly and removes his tongue to cover you with his mouth and suck hard. You come undone and come hard, writhing on the bed under him as his tongue works you furiously.

“God, thank you, sir,” you cry, and he squeezes your thigh hard, tongue still collecting you, cleaning you.

“I love you babygirl.” He wipes a hand across his mouth and strokes his dick with it slowly. “And now I’m going to fuck you, okay?” You nod eagerly, biting your lip as he rocks into your slick wet heat. “Fuck darlin, you feel so good around my cock,” he moans, lifting one of your legs up over his hip.

“Sir,” you gasp in agreement, meeting his thrusts.

“I won’t tease you long,” he promises, shifting to his knees and raising your hips to meet his thrusts. At this angle, he’s filling you and rubbing against the perfect spot and you know you won't last long either.

You don’t know how you manage to hold on for as long as you do; you give the credit to him for keeping you focused on him, his eyes on yours, the way he keeps telling you how good you’re doing, how good you are, how beautiful you look taking him, the soft murmur of his voice hypnotic.

“Babygirl, I’m gonna come for you,” he groans and you whimper, your focus broken. “You gonna come for me, angel?” And you nod, biting your lip. “Good. Wanna feel you.” He leans over to suck roughly at your nipple, pinching the other lightly as he enters you from a higher angle, the length of his dick sliding over your clit and you shriek as loud as you can remember ever shrieking; you think you black out. Everything is white. White electric shocks coursing through you, white light blinding you, white heat spreading from your pussy down over him, and you can’t hear anything, just fuzzy white noise. You feel him come inside you, and you feel yourself go limp as he releases your hips and you want to speak, to thank him, to praise him, but everything is white.

His hands move up your body, sending more shocks through you and you gasp, trembling. You feel your arms tense as he works with the belt and then you go slack. “Hold on babygirl, I’ve got you.” You can hear again and his words are soft. He untangles your panties from your wrists and, massaging them and your shoulders gently, lowers them back into place and he takes your bra off. You moan softly, and he whispers soothing things before scooping you up in his arms, nuzzling your neck. “You did so good baby; I love you so much.”

He turns on the hot water and stands in the shower, still holding you in both of his arms. “You think you can stand?” You shake your head feebly and he laughs softly. “Okay baby, I’ve got you, hold onto me.”

You cling to him, arms sore, thighs bruised, both tangled around him. He stands with you under the hot water for a moment, letting the sweat and slick wash from your bodies. “Just a minute longer baby, you’re okay.” He's kissing your neck, one arm under your legs to support you, while the other smooths your hair back. “Can I move us, honey?”

You nod, letting your head fall forward onto his shoulder. Fuck, you’ve never come so hard. He’s taking you downstairs and suddenly you’re outside and he’s pressing you to him while he messes with something; you don’t have the energy to lift your head. There’s a roar of sound and you blink. “Here we go babygirl, it’s gonna be hot,” he cautions, and he’s climbing and you’re clinging and then he’s sitting, sinking and you open your eyes, confused.

Your throat is sore so your voice comes out raspy. “You never said you had a hot tub.”

He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You never asked. Figured it’d be a pleasant surprise.” You nod, slipping further into the water and letting him turn you so you’re cradled between his legs, back to his front. He turns slightly, grabbing a small bottle. “Lean forward honey.” You do and he’s filling his hands with something and then his hands, those fingers, they’re massaging your neck and shoulders and -“mandarin chamomile essential oils,” he tells you softly, using his thumbs to check your shoulders and neck for pulls or strains.

You moan, going limp in his hands and he kisses your temple, sliding his hands down your arms and gently massaging your wrists, turning and bending them. You don’t wince or gasp or cry out, just settle back into his chest.

“You feel okay, darlin?”

You nod, relishing his touch. Done with your wrists, satisfied you aren’t hurt, he moves his oil-slick hands down under the water to massage your bruised thighs. “I wasn’t too rough?” You shake your head, letting your eyes flutter shut. “Anything you want different next time? Assuming you want a next time?”

You turn slightly to kiss his cheek. “Brendon, it was great- incredible, really. There’s definitely going to be a next time.” You tell him, sighing happily.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself - I know I did,” he admits, going back to massaging your neck and shoulders. “Loved seeing you like that, begging for me, calling me sir,” he murmurs. “So sexy.”

“Mmmmm,” you agree, snuggling into his arms and closing your eyes again.

He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll be right back honey, give me about ten, maybe fifteen, minutes,” he promises and slips out of the water. “Don’t fall asleep without me.” You let your head fall back, just enjoying the heat and the jets. Sure enough, he’s back with two bottles of water and a plate of steak bites, medium. “You need to eat something, baby,” and his voice is soft. You nod and accept the water, letting him feed you bites of steak, sharing the plate until it’s clean and he sets it aside over the edge.  

“I love you,” you whisper, and he whispers it back, fingers moving over your skin until both of you feel yourselves drifting off. “You take such good care of me,” you tell him, and he smiles.

“You’re my girlfriend, it’s my job to keep you safe and cared for. Let’s go inside honey,” he mumbles, and you stand a bit shakily as you both step out. He leans over to a shelf you hadn’t noticed before and passes you a fluffy bathrobe. He wraps you in it, tying it loosely, before putting on his own. “Ready for bed?”

You nod sleepily, and he leads you up the stairs where you both start to fall asleep promptly, on top of the covers, tangled in each other’s arms. He pulls you close, kissing the top of your head. “I love you so much darlin.”

[klommitravin]

So I put random band members on this site and this happened

yep

[letsxxplay]

Looking for ACTIVE writers on Discord.

-No OCs, looking for Canon or Celebrity RPs only

And the guys I'm looking for are;

-Brendon Urie

-Josh Dun

-Dom Harrington (Yungblud)

-Gerard Way

-Gavin Leatherwood

-any of the 5SOS boys

-Awsten Knight

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CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE, BURN MY LUNGS AND CURSE MY EYES

IT'S A FUCKING DRAG

Panic! At The Disco - Nicotine

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Crime and Punishment

Second Person

Soft Dom AU

Sequel to Consequences

5.9k Words

Warnings: Daddy kink, sir kink, dominance and submission (both inside and outside the context of sex,) punishments, conversations involving slight kink negotiation, dom/sub relationship with some implied offscreen negotiation, overstimulation, male masturbation, language, public foreplay

Proofreading, title, and many, many suggestions from @loverontheleft. She’s very talented and I deeply appreciate her contributions, especially the semi-colon she helped me with in the first scene, which I did not call her a nerd for because that would be so mean to someone's who's been so generous with their time.

“Sir,” you say nervously, walking into his studio.

Brendon turns around in his chair, face lit up to see you. “Angel,” he acknowledges. “To what do I owe this little surprise visit? I thought my pretty girl was taking a nap.”

You shake your head. “I was just pretending to sleep. I needed some time to think about something.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Awww, baby, you don’t have to pretend to be asleep to get some alone time. You could’ve just told me to leave you alone; I wouldn’t have been offended. Now, what were you thinking about? Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, voice soft, so he doesn’t spook you.

You nod. “Yes please, sir.”

He moves from his chair to the couch and pats the space next to him. “Sit down, baby, relax. You don’t need to be tense; it’s only me,” he soothes. You sit down on his lap, and he smiles, always happy to be used as your chair. “What’s on your mind, pretty?”

You stare at your lap, cheeks warm. “I was wondering if uh, well, I know you’re not really into this, so it’s okay if you don’t want, but uh.”

“Take a deep breath and then try to get it out,” Brendon suggests.

You take his advice. “I was wondering if you’d let me call you daddy,” you manage, but your voice still shakes.

“Oh,” he laughs, “that is not what I was expecting.”

You bring your hands to your face. “Nevermind.” You want to melt into the floor

“No, don’t be embarrassed.” He gently moves your hands from covering your face. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed, that was terrible of me. I was just caught off-guard. Let’s talk about it. Why do you want to call me daddy?”

His voice is always comforting so it’s easier to bring yourself to talk about it. “Don’t get me wrong, I love calling you sir, but I just feel like ‘daddy’ suits our relationship a little better, you know?” He nods along as he listens. “It emphasizes the caring, nurturing side of you being my dom, the side we both like best, instead of the more controlling, powerful side,” you explain. “I love that side too, but, well, you order me to eat my breakfast way more than you order me to suck your cock.”

He chuckles knowingly. “To be fair, love, you love sucking my cock, and you do not love eating your breakfast,” you shrug coyly, conceding his point. “But, yes, I think I understand what you’re saying. ‘Daddy’ is almost warmer and more affectionate?”

You nod excitedly. “Yes, exactly. We wouldn’t be retiring ‘sir,’ you are my sir and love that, but I think ‘daddy’ would suit you. Of course, only if you’re willing.”

He pauses to consider. “You know I don’t love that title,” he says. You stare down at your lap, embarrassed to have brought it up at all. “But I didn’t think I liked domming at all until you convinced me to try small scenes, and now I can’t imagine a world where I’m not lucky enough to do this.”

You preen. “Mhm, I’m a perfect sub, I know.”

He kisses your cheek. “And so modest too,” he says sarcastically.

“Look, if I wasn’t a spoiled brat, you wouldn’t be able to discipline me, and you’d be out of a job. So I have to keep things exciting for you.”

“Very true, princess, I appreciate that. And, sure, I’m willing to try ‘daddy.’ As long as you just want the label changed; no behavior changes, right?” He strokes your cheek lightly. “I love you, and I’m willing to experiment, but I am absolutely not into age play or incest kinks or any of that.” He grimaces. “Those are hard boundaries.”

You shudder. “No behavior changes. I’ll call you daddy just like I call you sir, nothing deeper to it than that. Everything else stays the same.”

He kisses your forehead. “Sounds good.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

•••

Despite how long you’ve wanted to, you were nervous to start actually calling him daddy, but the more you do it, the more natural it feels. Unfortunately, there’s just one area you haven’t been able to experiment with. “I wanna call you daddy while I suck your dick,” you say, and he raises an eyebrow.

“How will you call me daddy if my dick is in your mouth?”

You sigh, exasperated. “Details, details. My point is that you’ve been boring and old by going to bed at nine every night, and I haven’t been able to call you daddy in bed yet.”

“Hey, I am not boring. You called me daddy when we were making the bed. That’s similar,” he points out. “I believe your exact words were, ‘Daddy, make the bed for me,’ and I told you no, but for some reason, I think I ended up making it alone anyway.”

“That is not the same, and you know it,” you argue. “Daddy, I want your cock.”

Brendon looks surprised at how bold you’re being. “Does my baby deserve my cock? Has she been good for daddy?”

“I’ve been so good, daddy. It’s been such a rough week, but I’ve been doing everything on my self-care list. I washed my hair twice, I ate three meals a day, I’ve been getting eight hours of sleep. You didn’t even have to remind me to do my breathing exercises when I got anxious over calling for Penny’s vet appointment,” you remind. You make your eyes wide and innocent.

Brendon melts. “You have been so good for me. Taking such good care of yourself, even when it’s hard. Don’t get me wrong, I love and relish the opportunity to take care of you, but I’m so proud of you for doing it yourself. Of course I have to give you whatever you want,” he praises. “But our reservations are in an hour, so you’ll have to wait until after dinner. Can you be patient for me?”

You pout but nod. “Yes, daddy. I can be patient.”

•••

“You can’t call me sir in public,” he reminds you as he pulls into the parking space. “Or daddy,” he tacks on, anticipating your question as soon as you open your mouth.

You pout. “What’s the point of leaving the house at all then, sir? We should’ve just stayed in bed.” You reach between his legs. “We can still turn around and go to bed.” You run two fingers along his shaft through his pants, and he pulses under you.

Brendon nudges your hand away. “Bad, princess,” he scolds. “Stop trying to get me worked up. We are going to be responsible adults who bother to leave our house to go out to dinner: you will not try to get me hard for you in the restaurant, and you will refer to me by my name.”

You sigh. “If I must, Brendon.” You make a face. “Calling you that feels unnatural.”

He kisses your cheek. “If my name feels unnatural, that’s probably something we should talk about, but I get the sense you’re being dramatic.”

“Hm, that does sound like me,” you agree.

“Either way, I’m sure you can get through an evening,” he says, giving you way too much credit.

He exits the car, and you wait patiently for him to get your door for you. Finally, he comes around to help you out of the car, knowing you’ll sit there waiting for him indefinitely because, as you like to say, you’re too perfect and special to get your own door. At least, that was your inside joke when you were dating, but now it’s just a habit for him to get you from the passenger seat. “Mm, my big strong manly man coming to get me. My hero,” you say, as always.

Brendon pulls you against his side affectionately, murmuring, “you’re damn right, baby.” He starts walking toward the restaurant, his firm hold on your waist forcing you to trudge along next to him. He greets the hostess for you, and she leads you to a private curved booth in the back. Anyone passing by wouldn’t be able to see you unless they were deliberately looking for you, and you feel like the universe is telling you to tease him.

He must be able to tell what you’re thinking; he shoots you a look that says “watch it, princess,” and slides far away from you in the booth. You’re wrestling between your desire to obey him and your desire to be a little brat when the waiter shows up, and the decision is pretty much made for you. He’s extremely good-looking, not nearly as good-looking as Brendon, but you’ve never seen someone as hot as your husband, so that’s a given. The waiter introduces himself, and you straighten, moving your arms closer together to push out your breasts in your low-cut dress. To the waiter’s credit, he keeps his eyes laser-focused on your face when he takes your drink order, but Brendon still picks up on your shift in body language immediately. He clears his throat, and the waiter turns to him, cheeks a little pink.

“Sorry, sir, I didn’t forget you. Your girlfriend-”

“Wife,” Brendon is quick to correct. He twists his wedding band with his thumb.

“Apologies. Your wife just had a lot of questions about the wine list. What can I get you to drink?”

“Water.” Brendon makes unflinching eye contact with you, and you shrink back; he’s dominating you with his eyes alone. You’re surprised he isn’t ordering the old-fashioned he’s been talking about all day, but figure he must be refraining because he’s driving. “And I’m ready to order too,” Brendon says. The waiter nods. “I’ll have the special, and my wife will have the crab cakes. Right, love?”

You nod. “Yes, please. Thank you, B.”

The waiter goes to get your drinks, and Brendon waits until he’s surely out of earshot to raise his eyebrows and drum his fingers slowly on the table. “What was that little interaction with the waiter, sweet girl?”

“Just being friendly,” you respond.

“Mhm, sure.”

The waiter comes back just a second later with your drinks, looking flustered. “So sorry, ma’am. We’re out of crab. Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Oh no, that’s fine,” you reassure. “I’ll just have the pasta.”

“An excellent choice, and I’m so sorry again,” the waiter apologizes.

You lean forward toward him, ignoring Brendon’s warning glare. “It’s no problem. I can be flexible.” You drop your voice down to a sultry whisper, “I can be very flexible.” You wink.

The waiter smiles awkwardly and practically runs away after getting your new order.

“Princess,” Brendon warns.

“Yes, Brendon?”

He shakes his head. “Nope, keep my name out of that pretty mouth tonight. I’m daddy or sir from now on, got it?” He takes a long sip from his water, and it clicks. Your mouth goes dry. Brendon doesn’t ever drink if he knows he’ll be punishing you later. He has to keep a clear head and sharp reflexes in case something goes wrong. He’s not drinking water because he’s driving; he’s drinking water because you are in for it.

“Yes, daddy,” you say, excitedly wiggling in your seat.

Brendon puts a hand on your thigh under the table to indicate that you should stop moving. You still obediently. Brendon spots the waiter coming back and groans. “What does this bastard want now?”

“To do his job,” you answer.

Brendon slides around the booth and scoops you into his lap. “That’s fair. He’s not in the wrong here. My naughty girl is the one in trouble, isn’t she? She wanted my attention, and now she’s got it.”

The waiter gets to the table with your food, his eyes focused intensely on the wall. He places both plates in front of you along with the check, clearly wanting to limit his interactions with the both of you. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Do you want dessert, princess? If we order now, it’ll be out by the time we’re done eating, and we can get home earlier,” Brendon tells you.

“Yes please, daddy,” you respond, and the waiter’s eyes visibly widen.

“Two pieces of chocolate cake. To go,” Brendon orders, paying for the food and leaving several hundred dollar bills as a tip.

The waiter thanks him profusely before leaving to get your cake.

“Thank you,” you say to Brendon.

He kisses the back of your neck while you roll on his lap. “Of course, love, I could never deprive you of cake. I love spoiling you too much for my own good. But you can eat it after you’ve been punished.”

You sit in silence after that, Brendon eating and feeding you pieces of his own food. “How are you going to punish me, sir?” You finally dare to ask.

Brendon puts his fork down. “You get a boring punishment of my choice and a fun punishment of your choice,” he answers before glancing down at you to gauge your attitude. He sees you fidgeting anxiously. “You always talk a big game until you’re about to be punished, angel. Then the nerves come out,” he laughs. “You’ll be okay, pretty girl. I take care of you, don’t I?” He soothes.

You nod. “Such good care of me, sir. Mmm, gonna spank me? Remind me who owns me every time I sit down?”

He picks up his fork and gives you another bite to chew on while he talks. “You know I don’t own you, princess. If anything, you own my ass. I wake up worrying if you slept okay and go to sleep worrying about how your day went. But yes, if you’d like me to spank you, that’s your choice.”

He’s grasping your thigh with the hand not feeding you, and you’re having a hard time ignoring the lust pooling in your stomach. “What do you wanna do to me, sir? I know it’s up to me, but I would certainly not object to some suggestions.”

Brendon presses his warm lips to the back of your neck, and you shiver. “Funny how I changed from daddy to sir as soon as you knew for sure that you were in trouble. My baby knows when to be so submissive for me. Knows when she shouldn’t test me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You really wanna know how I would punish you, sweet girl?”

You nod cautiously.

“I’d tie your hands to the headboard, put your legs in the spreader bar, and then crank your rabbit up to its highest setting, pushing it deep inside you, and nestling it up against your clit,” he whispers against your neck.

You whimper, bearing down in his lap. His erection stirs under you. “And then what, sir? You gonna edge me for hours?”

His lips ghost back and forth against the back of your neck as he shakes his head. “Oh no, you’re not that lucky. You’d barrel towards your orgasm, and I’d let you come. But I’d still keep the vibe buzzing on you mercilessly, even after you’re utterly fucked and shaking from the stimulation,” he says. “Maybe I’d stroke your forehead soothingly, maybe I’d press the vibe harder against you, but I’d probably just sit back and watch the show.” His voice is deep and low.

You gasp, bring a hand up to your mouth. “That. I want that, sir.”

He nips at your shoulder. “If the princess insists.”

You slip off him to turn around and straddle his lap, facing him. “Yes, I insist. Please,” you beg, grinding on his now fully-hard cock through his pants. You’re so wet that you’re sure it’s soaking all the way through your panties onto his clothes.

Brendon bites his lip, putting a hand on each of your thighs and pushing you back on your heels. “Public, babygirl,” he scolds gently.

You’re forever in awe of his ability to stay so beautifully composed when you’ve long since been consumed by your arousal. Your hair is a mess, your makeup is smudged, your face is red and sweaty, but he looks as good as when you first left the house. You bring your hands between your thighs to rub against your panties, and Brendon grabs your wrists.

“Careful,” he warns, “I’ll take off my tie right now and bind your wrists in this restaurant if you can’t pull yourself together.”

You hang your head ashamed and slide off him, sitting on your hands so you won’t give into temptation. “Sorry, sir.”

“Just behave yourself from now on,” he orders. “Are you done eating? You’ve barely touched your food.”

You laugh at that, and he looks at you puzzled. “You’ve been feeding me your food. I’ve eaten more than you have,” you point out.

“Sorry, baby. It’s such second nature to feed you that it slipped my mind. But that’s good; your food will leave over better than mine anyway. And it’ll make a good recovery snack.”

You lean against Brendon, happy to let him figure out leftover logistics while all you have to do is look cute and follow his commands.

The waiter comes back with your cake, eyes plastered on the ceiling, and hands Brendon two extra to-go boxes. He tells you both to have a great evening, and the “please never come back here” is implied. You feel bad for accidentally dragging him into your sex life, so you urge Brendon to leave more cash on the table, and he obliges you easily.

“Are you ready to go home, baby?” He asks.

“Yes, please,” you say, and he slides out of the booth.

His pants are tight, and you can easily see his trapped erection when he stands up. He doesn’t make any moves to adjust or hide it, and a hot pulse of need runs through you. “That’s right, let them see how hard I am for my perfect girl,” he whispers when he notices where your eyes are drawn.

You whimper, “Home now, sir. Before I do something stupid in public.”

•••

“Not too tight?” He asks for the third time.

You don’t roll your eyes; you’d rather him be too thorough than not thorough enough, but your tone is still exasperated when you say, “Yes, sir.”

Brendon’s eyes scan your body. “You know what?” he muses.

“No, sir,” you answer, no clue where he’s going with this.

“I think I want you to call me daddy while you’re being punished. You were the one begging to call me daddy, you were the one making me mad on purpose, and now you get to see another side of daddy.”

Elation almost completely overtakes the nerves coiled in your stomach. “Oh yes, daddy,” you agree, excited that he’s getting more on-board with his new title.

He nods approvingly, moving down to lock your ankles into your spreader bar. He extends it so your feet are about shoulder-width apart. It’s not far enough to burn or feel uncomfortable, but you still feel exposed and vulnerable for him. Especially with the way you’re completely naked while he’s fully clothed. Your anxiety bubbles back up, but you know he takes such good care of you, so you let your excitement take control.

“Are you comfortable?” He checks.

You nod. Your arms are above your head, your legs are spread just far enough so they don’t burn, and your fluffy waterproof blanket is under you. You’re as comfortable as you can be in this position.

“Good. God, you’re gorgeous,” he says, stepping back to admire his work.

He turns on your vibrator and the sound of it ramping up through each of the settings makes you whine in anticipation. “You know your safewords?” He asks.

You nod. “It’s the traffic light system we’ve used for years. I know it.”

“I know you know it, love. I just need to make sure you know it when you’ve been tortured for an hour,” he explains. “I’m only stopping if you use your safeword or if I think you’ve been pushed too far. Not if you just tell me to stop. Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

Brendon runs the vibe against you, and it’s already intense enough to make you shy away from the sensation. Then, he slowly pushes it inside you, making sure it’s perfectly angled on your g-spot and clit.

“BRENDON,” you scream, squirming.

“Daddy,” he corrects sharply, swatting your thigh.

The pleasure is unbearable. You try in vain to force your legs together.

He sits down in the armchair next to your bed, leaning forward casually and resting his head on hand, almost looking bored. “Those moans are so pretty, princess.”

You cry out loudly, the relentless stimulation already too much. The vibrations are so intense that you can practically feel them in your teeth. You feel yourself about to come, but you can barely put your thoughts in order enough to choke out the words. “Daddy,” is all you manage, but Brendon understands what you’re trying to say.

He leans back in his chair. “Is my pretty girl close to coming already?” He asks. “Gonna make a mess all over your blanket?”

You scream as your orgasm overtakes you, the crest of pleasure lasting easily thirty seconds longer than it usually does. You writhe violently. Your body doesn’t understand why the sensations aren’t stopping after you’ve finished coming, and the feeling on your oversensitive clit is bordering on painful.

“That’s one, baby,” Brendon says. His calm, practically apathetic tone is a stark contrast to how intense and frenzied you feel. “Can you get to ten?”

“Ten?!” You shriek.

He nods. “Ten,” he confirms. “Unless you don’t think you can do that for me…”

You pant, catching your breath. “I can, daddy. I can get to ten for you.”

•••

“Oh god, I can’t. I can’t do this,” you cry, feeling your fifth orgasm ramping up.

Brendon runs his thumb across your sweat-drenched temple. “You can,” he says firmly. “You’ve come this far, just one more and you’re halfway done.”

You hiss. “I can’t.”

“Baby, if you actually want to stop just say ‘red’ or ‘yellow’ and I’ll stop or slow down,” he says, and sees your head shake aggressively, not wanting to safeword. “but you still have one ‘phone a daddy card’ to help you out. Do you want to use it?”

You’re not sure if he’s actually not making sense or if you’ve just lost the ability to process language after so long enduring the toy. “Daddy, what the fuck does that mean?”

“Use it and find out,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You know you’re about to come, and anything he’ll do to ease you through it would be appreciated. “Fine, yes. I’d like to phone for help.”

He gets on the bed, placing a knee between your spread legs. He leans forward over you, his pelvis grinding on your hip next to the toy. He bundles your sweaty hair and moves it to one side of your head, kissing softly down your neck. “You’re doing so well for daddy. I almost wouldn’t be able to believe it, but you’re always so good for me.” Once he’s gone down the side of your neck, his mouth moves to your throat, his warm lips and comforting weight so soothing to your frenzied body. Orgasm number five rolls through you, and it almost feels nice compared to the rest of them. “Oh, yes, good girl, come for daddy so nicely. Getting my pants all wet with your slickness,” Brendon says softly.

Brendon stays on top of you for another few minutes, letting your heart rate settle down under him before shifting back onto his knees. “Are you good, baby?” He ensures.

“As good as I can be like this,” you answer honestly, squirming hard against the bed.

“Good,” he says. He stares at you in silence, a little grin playing on his lips. “You slutty thing. You just came so gently and now you want it hard and fast, don’t you? Squirming for daddy’s cock. Can I have some fun with you? Play a little rougher?”

“Yes please, need it rougher. Push me harder. I can be so good for you.”

He grabs the toy, not moving it yet, just teasing you with his control over you. He leans forward, placing an urgent kiss to your lips. He tugs on your bottom lip and you whine for him to start fucking you. “God, my slutty, desperate girl. Love you.” He pulls out the toy and you get just a second of relief from the incessant vibrations before he pushes it back into you. He moves back. His position on the bed gives him better leverage, enabling him to fuck you from a whole new angle. His other hand is gripping his cock through his pants, clearly struggling not to jerk himself.

The change in sensation is nice, but it’s still affecting you more than the simple buzzing. “You’re so hard, daddy. Felt you grinding against me and see you now. That must be so uncomfortable. You should touch yourself,” you try, wanting to see him as worked up for you as you are for him.

“Oh don’t worry, I plan on it,” he chuckles. “But daddy can wait, babygirl. Watching your sweet cunt take this toy so good is way more satisfying than my hand on my dick. Just doing this until you come for me one more time and then I’ll sit back and be a polite audience.”

He starts to roughly move the hand grasping his cock anyway, giving into the desire for stimulation. You make a frustrated sound in the back of your throat. “It is not fair that I have to watch you tease yourself and feel you torture me at the same time,” you whine.

His nostrils flare. “I’m starting to think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here,” he warns. You’re about to object when he pushes the toy in deeper, twisting it back and forth so it rubs right on your clit.

“You are, daddy,” you shriek and start to come, your most extreme orgasm yet. “You’re in charge,” you gasp through the aftershocks.

“You’re damn right, princess.” He pauses as you catch your breath, mercifully pulling the toy out for a few seconds. His face softens. “Are you okay, y/n? You can tap out right now if you need. No judgment, no questions asked. Ten is a lot; you can tell me if I’m being unreasonable.”

You close your eyes, still panting before shaking your head. “Nope. Love it. Love you controlling me. Just need a brief intermission. Like I just said, you’re in charge.”

“If you’re sure, love. Take your time.”

You take another minute before giving him the go-ahead. He thrusts the toy into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to its girth again before turning it back on. You count the clicks and know he doesn’t go back up to the highest setting, just the second highest. You look at him with a face full of gratitude, and he winks at you, letting you know he’s always taking care of you.

Even with the slightly lower setting, the vibrations on your tired body are near-agonizing. “Remind me why we’re doing this again.”

“It’s called crime and punishment, my dear.”

•••

Tears stream down your face. Your contractions around the toy are sharp and painful. Your hips arch off the bed, and you grasp the headboard as you come for the ninth time, screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

“Good girl. I know it’s hard, but you’re doing so well for me. Taking this so well. My perfect girl,” Brendon whispers next to your ear. “Just one more. Less than twenty minutes, and you’ll be in the bath with me, letting me feed you pasta.”

“That sounds nice, daddy.”

“I know, love.” He kisses your forehead.

He settles back down in his chair and leans back. He slowly unbuckles his belt, and you brace yourself for the sight of his flushed cock. He finally unzips his pants and pulls himself out. Even with the overwhelming sensations already tormenting you, a wave of heat goes through you when he starts touching himself. His mouth is slack, and his eyes are focused on you convulsing on the bed. You close your eyes at the sight, unable to withstand the added stimulation from watching him get off.

“Eyes on me,” he orders, and you have to obey. He’s leaking like crazy, his composure finally wavering as the arousal from the whole night catches up to him. “I want you to see what you do to me.”

“I can see, daddy,” you moan.

Brendon strokes himself quickly along with your moans. “I wanna come together with you for your last time.” He groans loudly, and you so badly want to touch him. If you weren’t tied up, you’d get on your knees to blow him, even with the toy still buzzing on you.

You use the movement of your hips to rub against the toy, willingly handing yourself over to the extreme feelings to get to the end faster. “Are you going to come soon?”

“God, I’m right there whenever you’re ready, baby.”

“Coming for you, daddy,” you choke out, and he comes with you, taking only a second to relish in the afterglow before tucking himself away and quickly standing up to pull out the toy.

Brendon switches off the toy and places it on the nightstand to clean later. Then, he unties your hands and unclasps your ankles.

You stretch out across the bed, relishing the satisfying burn in your arms and legs after so much time in one position. Brendon watches over you, awe evident on his face. You moan, loving the new freedom, before you relax your limbs completely and go limp; your only movement is the slight shaking from the intensity of your last orgasm.

“Oh no, baby, you’re shivering. Are you okay? Do you feel exposed? Is it okay if I touch you?” Brendon worries aloud.

You stretch your hand out, needing him to touch you. “I’m good- not shivering, just still trembling from coming so hard for you,” you reassure. “Please touch me, daddy. I’m okay. I love it when you touch me.”

He scoops you into his arms, kissing all over your face, and you burrow into his arms. “Good, I was worried. I knew it was a hard punishment, but I didn’t think I’d pushed you too far. You know I would’ve scolded you for not using your safewords. You don’t want to disappoint daddy.”

“Daddy, please, you know damn well I’d safeword in a heartbeat. I only go along with my punishments because I need your praise; I’m a spoiled brat, not a masochist.”

He laughs. “Of course, baby. You’re so good for me. I never have to worry that you won’t speak up. Makes it so much easier to dom you. My perfect sub.”

“Mmm, thank you, daddy.” You cling to him while he carries you into the bathroom. He turns on the hot water and adds your favorite bath beads before sliding down onto the floor to hold you in his lap while the tub fills. You purr happily when he plays with your hair and murmurs that you’re his best girl. “Baby, can you test the temperature of the water for me?” He asks when it nears the top of the tub.

He helps to lift and guide your hand into the warm water. It’s bordering on uncomfortably hot, which is just how you like it. “It feels nice,” you say.

“It feels scalding,” he corrects with a laugh, “but I know that’s your ideal bath, so I’ll allow it for being so good for me.”

Brendon stands up with you still in his arms and lowers you into the water carefully. You settle back, letting yourself melt into the hot water. He gets on his knees next to the tub, filling up a pitcher with warm water to wash your hair.

“You’re not getting in here with me, daddy?” You pout.

“Head back,” he tells you, and you obey. He pours the water over your head, and you moan softly at how nice it feels. “I will if you really want, sweet girl, but I have to wash the sheets and heat up your food still, and that’s easier if I’m not all wet. Plus,” he laughs, a little embarrassed, “I did not just come ten times like you did. I’ll definitely get worked up being so near you, and that is not what you need after two hours of overstimulation.”

“Mmm, always love your cock, but you’re right, that would be too much,” you admit.

He kisses your cheek before massaging shampoo through your hair. “How about this, tomorrow you can go down on me instead of your boring punishment?” He offers. “Only if you want, though,” he quickly adds.

You nod excitedly. “Yes, I want that. I might sleep until noon, but as soon as I wake up, I want your dick in my mouth.”

Brendon fills the pitcher up with water again and rinses the shampoo from your hair. “That’s fine, baby. Sleep in as late as you want. You’ve earned it. Your boring punishment was going to be cleaning the kitchen, so I can do that while you’re having wet dreams about me all morning,” he jokes.

You yawn. “I’m so tired, I’ll probably just dream about sleeping more, but sure, wet dreams, whatever helps your ego, daddy.”

You hand him the conditioner right next to you on the edge of the tub before he asks, and he thanks you. He works it into your hair slowly. “Remind me to tie your hair back next time. This is snarled from all the thrashing,” he tells you, working through your knots as gently as possible.

“There will be no next time,” you say firmly. “I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll be nothing but a perfect angel from now on.”

“Mhm, I think you said that four days ago, and here you are now. Actually, you said that a week ago too. Oh you know what? I have it on video from the time before that.”

You twist back to glare at him. “Fine, okay, you’ve made your point, daddy. You’re a very strict disciplinarian.”

Brendon massages your neck and shoulders with your scented lotion while your conditioner soaks in. “Oh? That’s what it is? Me being harsh with your punishments? It couldn’t be you being my beautiful little brat?”

You gasp in mock-offense. “I’ve been nothing but the best sub in the world, and I can’t believe you have the audacity to imply otherwise.”

“So sorry, princess, my bad,” he apologizes, rubbing his thumb hard into the tense spot on your shoulder blades. “How could I forget?”

“Oh, that’s nice,” you moan. ”Fine, you’re forgiven.” You go entirely relaxed under his hands. “Thank you for taking care of me, daddy.”

“Of course, anything for my naughty love,” he says, and you hear the smile in his voice. “You can keep being as bratty as you want just as long as I can keep putting you in your place.”

“Anytime,” you readily agree. “Crime and punishment.”

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