( @dismemberings. )
❛ bro, you’re tellin’ me that you never got drunk an’ joined a ministry? ❜
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( @dismemberings. )
❛ bro, you’re tellin’ me that you never got drunk an’ joined a ministry? ❜
He had left her all alone for some time! What a tease, he was. She had half a mind to get started all by herself, but too bad she didn’t believe in that. A girl should be taken care of! Upon his return she perks up like an tame animal, still sprawled out on the bed. Her bottom lip was found between her pearly whites. She crawls from the top of the bed to the edge, kneeling before him. She looks up at him with big green eyes before nimble hands reach for his belt. She’s close, dangerously close. Emily begins to press teasing kisses along his neck as she fumbles with his belt, then altogether taking it off. She folds it in two, then holds it out for him to take.
“Use it on me, please,”
he smokes. and in between that he coughs. turning his head to be sure no spit or ash get on her pretty hair before he flicks the butt to the other side of the room and tilts his hips pointedly towards her. he lets pale hands wrestle with the loops that ensnared his belt before it was pulled completely free.
❛ ah-hem! ❜ jackie clears his throat, wrapping his long, knotted fingers around the leather to take it from her. ❛ an’ how should i use it, baby? ❜ using the other hand, he lets the two parts SNAP together when they were pulled sharply. ❛ i could beat your ass red, hm? ❜
the metal buckle presses gently against her clavicle in an attempt to catch her attention. waving it impatiently until the buckle was released and the whole belt fell open. ❛ or we could wrap it ‘round that pretty neck. ❜
She let herself be pushed in the direction of her most occupied room in many households—slowly turning in the doorway to look at the man. “Okay, daddy,” She cooes.
And with that, she set off to the bed. Her skirt is easily slipped off to reveal laced panties, then off went her shirt. She wanted to leave some work for her new daddy.
he couldn’t exactly remember why he had left her to wallow in the room before him--- until seeing the still smoking cigarette on the coffee table. something he didn’t like going to waste. nor liquor poured, but it could be shoved back into the bottle or sipped, lukewarm, after.
the cigarette was stuck between his crooked teeth, and he began tugging the end of his shirt out from his pants to be unbuttons and eventually strewn on the floor with her’s. ❛ look at my muffin, ❜ he puffed... rounding the edge of the bed with a kick of his shoes. ❛ help daddy with his belt, mph? ❜
There’s something close to a whine once she is forced away from his lips. Bright green eyes flutter open, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Her hands fall to his shoulders, then his forearms. Dainty fingers wrap around them, she could pull of innocent real well. “Please take me somewhere an’ show me what a bad girl I’ve been.”
she could pull off innocence well but... he knew better beyond the girlishness of her voice, and what heat spooled from between her thighs. she was as hungry as him--- and with that want, she’d take what she had to. ❛ yeah, yeah. ❜ he mutters, releasing her only long enough to persuade dainty feet to turn around and lead them into the bedroom. ❛ i need’ta grab something--- but you better be stripped and ready by the time i get there, got it? ❜
( @cinematiic. )
❛ y’ever consider having a business partner, par’dner? ❜
( haven’t rped anything close to smut for a really long time. )
“Mhm,” She hums, hips sway as she takes a step forward. She leans up, hands finding a place on the back of his neck. “I’m your baby girl, daddy,” She cooes, like this wasn’t creepy. “Just be rough with me an’ I’ll be soo~oo wet.” Then, without further ado, she leans up to
he founds her waist easily, despite her being so short and all. he liked feeling along the curve of her spine. down--- until reaching the last notch before supple flesh filled eager fingers. he lets her kiss him first, one hand snapping to catch sunlit locks in a fist. he’d force her head back before this went too far. ❛ what do you say? ❜
sittin’ the back of the red pick-up, you had your arm around me the whole time. we watched as the dust kicked up from under our wheels. it sent a cloud so thick you’d wanna dive right in after it. die in the yellow dusk of sand. it was like you and i were goin’ back in time— to some better place, but our lives hadn’t ever been real great so maybe we were takin’ to the future. fast forward, on and on. we end up here, don’t we. in he back of a pick-up, but i’m in the driver’s seat and you’re bleedin’ out in the back.
a little bit drunk , she gets on her tip toes & flings her arms around his shoulders . " do ya f'ink i'm a pretty girl ?? would you ever wanna kiss me ? " ( I MS ORRY IDK WAT )
he’s managed to grab hold of her little waist in assurance she wouldn’t topple them right over. he smiles coyly down at her, letting them sway a little where they stood. ❛ i’ve always wanted to kiss you, doll. you just never want to kiss me! ❜
( dumb hicks who aren’t really dumb are my fave bc jack can take a part a car engine and put it back together again better than he found it, and ricky can quote 18th century poetry and i’m like ???? )
( i think jack was the fuck her right in the pussy guy in another life. )
"Things that are bad always taste nice."
( lana del rey starters — accepting. )
❛ can’t say the same for that pussy.❜
"Why can't you give it a rest?"
( lana del rey starters --- accepting. )
❛ i ain’t about getting side-swept by a couple of punks, ‘ight. just let me be a fuckin’ man, jesus. ❜
"You could be a bad motherfucker, but that don't make you a man."
( lana del rey starters --- accepting. )
❛ i’d rather be a bad motherfucker. ❜ he casually, and lazily shrugs off her limp insult. ❛ i ain’t about that dominate male-money motherfucker life, okay?❜
"You can be the boss, daddy." (the most em line in there delete it)
( lana del rey starters --- accepting. )
❛ here i was thinkin’ i already was, kitten. ❜ it was unbearable to continue that mock-pout for long. especially as she wiggled along his lap like some kind of tame animal. letting him pet and stroke along bare flesh until he found what he was looking for.
"I'll do it on my own."
( lana del rey starters --- accepting. )
❛ now don’t come cryin’ to me when it all goes to shit because y’couldn’t keep your hands off your prick. you’re old enough to get over that phallic fixation, kid. ❜