admiring you from afar

indie kink / smut oc rp blog by WANDER , 21+ , cst. she / her. under co. heavily mature / taboo themes. come to f i n d you 4 in some velvet mornin' years too late. she's a SILVER linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space in my m i n d when she's not right there beside me.

[cruelangcls]

punishmentdealt​:

she clears her throat, looking down at her feet for a moment as she mulls in a little bit of the shame that has come with being caught looking at PORN of all things. it’s so unlike her, the prim and proper and shy art historian being into something so… well, dirty. but at lennon’s question, she answers, “what? no, i—i mean, i’ll look later or something, but not right now. we should head out for dinner like we planned, if you’re all ready to go.”

“don’t seem so hurried. it’s not like i’m judging you for it. okay, well not judging you like that. i like your taste; does that help?” she was trying to be encouraging to the other, especially given what she knew that olive didn’t. “i am most definitely ready to go; you like?” lennon gestured to the dark dress hugging her body, ironically beneath was the same set of underwear she was wearing the video the other had on her phone.

[punishmentdealt]

she BITES down on her bottom lip, thankful that lennon's being gracious about it. there's not many things olive is open about, but she does feel comfortable around the other woman. "it does," she says, nodding, standing up from her spot and getting her things ready to go. at lennon's question, she smiles and answers, "yes. you look super gorgeous." she does her best not to look at the other woman too closely, hiding her attraction.

[mistressvera]

“clearly. so much to see,” she tossed around ideas in her head. on the one hand, this was very fun- teasing olive about buying her onlyfans videos and doing...well, god knows what with them. on the other, there was something dark and depraved in lennon that made her want to confront the other, to show her just how much more she could see. or even touch. “do you want to? i’m sure there’s videos of it. she’s gotta be riding a toy or someone in one of them....”

she clears her throat, looking down at her feet for a moment as she mulls in a little bit of the shame that has come with being caught looking at PORN of all things. it's so unlike her, the prim and proper and shy art historian being into something so... well, dirty. but at lennon's question, she answers, "what? no, i—i mean, i'll look later or something, but not right now. we should head out for dinner like we planned, if you're all ready to go."

[punishmentdealt]

olive can't help but laugh, knowing that she definitely can't CHARM her way out of this one but doing so anyway. "yes, they happen to be very generous," she insists, biting down on her bottom lip to refrain from grinning. "and... honestly, i don't have much of a preference, i just. see what i like and click on it. but, no i didn't get to see any ass, unfortunately." the girl's as beet red as her lipstick.

[jabberwocky1996]

Happy Birthday to Madison Davenport (November 22, 1996)

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She can feel her own wetness as it began to drench through her panties and into her shorts. It's a mess between her thighs, the rough fabric of her jean shorts rubbing so painfully against the overly delicate and tender clit that she had tortured for hours before Paul came home. Unexpectedly. It was meant to be an afternoon and an evening of nothing but relaxation & pleasure. Nothing but a time for her to give herself the satisfaction of getting lost in her own needs over and over again, to the absolutely dirty images that she was too ashamed to think of in any other setting. Who would have thought that some part of her favorite fantasy would ever come to life before her eyes?

Anna gasped quietly as Paul put the phone down and began to truly move his hand back and forth along the girth of his beautiful cock. The brunette bit on the inside of her cheek to keep herself quiet, her own hand mimicking the pace the man chose for his bliss on her own body, having to lean against the wall to the side of the door to keep herself upright as the ecstasy began to wash through her frame. Almost there - almost, and then she heard it. The nickname, the two words that her dad used to call her back in the day, the two innocent words that would have meant something absolutely different in any other scenario but right there and then the woman dared herself to believe that he was doing it for her. Because of her. Anna was so shocked by the possibility of it that she didn't even notice that her dad's little moment of pleasure came to an end. She couldn't finish her own orgasm though, too enthralled by the sight of him in the post-climax bliss, wishing that she could be the one that caused it. She waited patiently as Paul walked away to the bathroom, longingly watching after the man before an idea struck her. Anna bit on the inside of her cheek, taking her hand away from between her thighs to push the door and open it wider and took a step inside. Just a few steps, just to see what a mess he made, just to see how much he came - or so she told herself.

[punishmentdealt]

his pent-up anger has finally dissipated, thankfully. it's shameful but the only way he can cum, and really cum these days—where your body feels pure bliss and relaxation afterward, and your mind's clear—is when he's thinking of anna. he's not sure when these thoughts came up or why, but he can bet it's when she first went away for college and she was no longer around him, sauntering about and distracting him from his work. he started missing her, then, and more thoughts about her meant more room for his filth to fester elsewhere in his life. he'd done well to keep it all concealed, only allowing himself the absolutely SINFUL privilege of spraying cum all over her picture a few times in the last couple of years—but lately he's been doing it more often. he's needed that sweet release more often.

a frustrated sigh leaves his lips. it's funny; the shame is there, but it's not as bad. he's starting to rationalize it as a need these days, especially with julia—and if no one knows, it's not necessarily hurting anyone, is it? he leaves his phone, and his mess, on the bed and walks over to the ensuite bathroom in his bedroom, thankful he doesn't have to pick himself up in case anna is home and he bumps into her. he turns the water on nearly boiling hot and washes all of his stress away. gone are the thoughts of julia up his ass about the color of flowers, whether he's written his vows, what sort of fucking butter they'll serve alongside the bread. instead, as he closes his eyes and enjoys the water for a moment, he's thinking about anna, pretty and delicate anna, dancing about her bedroom in the days leading up to her leaving for college. the typically stoic, brooding man actually smiles.

about ten minutes later, he steps out of the shower, hand holding onto the towel around his waist. then, he stops in his tracks. furrows his brows and tilts his head off the side a bit.

"anna?"

[eunoiaroue-part2-deactivated202]

OKAY OKAY but listen… what IF we went on a date into an empty field where no one could see us, no one could hear us, and no one could interrupt us as you held me down and fucked me so roughly that you’d have to carry me back to the car???

[inevitcble]

intense slightly fucked scenarios to consider

you just won me with the highest bid @ an underground prostitution/trafficking ring auction, now what????

your dad owes me a shit ton of money so i kidnap you (his kid) as leverage to make sure i get what i want but hey… now i kinda want you instead

PLOT TWIST: your dad owes me a shit ton of money so he offers you up instead and i take him up on it 

MAIL ORDER FOREIGN BRIDE

i’m with my friends and you come home late dressed like a slut so why don’t i fuck you like one in front of all of them to teach you a lesson

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She couldn't tear her gaze away from the sight before her. Could not look away if her life depended on it. The brunette was entraced, absolutely hypnotised by the scene of her dad's large, strong hand wrapping around the thickness of his girth. He wasn't facing the doorway but even at this angle she could see exactly what the man was packing and for the first time in months she finally understood one of the reasons as to why Julia wanted to marry him. Because it had to be one of the reasons, right? Oh, the sex must have been amazing. The woman didn't even realise when her own hand slipped between her thighs again, pressing onto her mound through the clothes she wore, feeling the way the cotton of her panties dipped between the folds of her pusy and became immadiately slick with her juices.

"Shit." Anna cursed softly, breathlessly, her knees shaking under her own weight as the brunette watched the show straight from a movie for an adult audience. Her green eyes taking in the way Paul's face scrunched up in expression of frustration and pleasure, dipping to the glorious length he was touching and suddenly wishing she could get a taste. Just one lick - just one. She couldn't see what was on the phone as Paul took it out but she didn't mind at all, his cock looked delicious all engorged, pulsating and dripping precum - causing her own hand to press a little bit harder against her clit only to feel another wave of wetness flood her underwear.

[punishmentdealt]

it's some picture, he doesn't even quite remember when it's from, but anna's wearing a dress that's too tiny on her, that's hugging her curves in the right way. he bets that she doesn't even know about this picture, since if he did, there's no way he would've let her out in public with that dress on. but she's posed somewhat provocatively in it, looking like she's having fun with her friends, just like any girl her age is. it's the kind of slutty, bubbly energy paul feels is COMPLETELY empty from his life. as he thinks about it—her dancing around with her friends, perfect round ass and supple tits jiggling around in that barely-there dress—he strokes himself harder, hand gripping the base of his thick shaft.

he sets his phone down on the bed and turns to face the door, too preoccupied with his pleasure to notice it's slightly ajar. the older man is jerking his cock right over his little girl's picture, biting his lip and letting out hungry grunts through gritted teeth. he's thinking about pulling her dress up and finding out she has no underwear underneath it, then punishing her with a rough fucking from behind. the kind of shit he can't do with julia. "ah, fuck, little girl," he growls low, slowly bringing his hand up to close in and squeeze around his head, finding that pattern nice and slow for a few moments. he closes his eyes, picturing her looking back over her shoulder at him and begging for more—calling him daddy as she asks for him to fuck her. "god fuck." he opens his eyes and, with a cathartic groan, shoots thick white ropes of cum from his cock onto her picture on the screen of his phone, some of it shooting onto the bed. "that's my good girl. anna."

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& @punishmentdealt // plotted

The brunette heard the front door opening and closing with much more force than what she would have expected, startling her out of her task. Anna had not expected her dad to come home so soon after leaving, figuring he'd be gone for a couple of hours with his fiance to take care of the wedding planning. "Dad?" The brunette called out as she walked out of her bedroom and towards the front door a couple minutes later after making sure she was all put together and with no traces of the near-orgasm experience she had had in her bedroom before being interrupted. Anna was worried, if it was another fight with Julia then her father would be in a bad mood. She slowly walked towards the door leading to the master bedroom, ready to grasp the doorhandle and knock, only to realise the door was partly opened and weird sounds came from inside. Silently, the young woman peaked inside, having to cover her mouth to keep silent and not gasp in shock at the sight before her eyes. Anna remained hidden in the hall, only gazing inside of the bedroom through the crack in the door but it was still more than enough to let her see what was happening. To let her see the thick girth of her father's cock that made her mouth water.

[punishmentdealt]

paul's had enough, more than enough. there are two weeks until his wedding with julia and he's got more than half a mind to call the whole thing off, excommunicate the damn woman from his life, and go about his merry way. things were good before he decided to propose to her; sure, he would likely have had to listen to her beg for an engagement for the rest of his life but at least it would've been just like purgatory. not the permanent hell that he'll be locked in later this month by saying the words 'i do.' the word 'insufferable' can't encapsulate how the woman has been lately, and what's worse is she can't even make it up to him by sucking his dick once in a while.

seeing red, he bursts through the apartment, drops his keys on the counter, and heads straight for his bedroom, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. he thinks briefly about whether he heard anna on his way in—he didn't, did he? she's at school or at work or SOMETHING, isn't she? he doesn't think about it too hard before his hand's on his cock, stiff from an amalgamation of anger, depravity, and pure desire. he closes his eyes and can't seem to get into it, even if the action's bringing him some solace. with an exasperated sigh, paul pulls out his phone, opens a folder, and finally finds himself on a trail of pleasure as he looks at a picture of his daughter.

[mxrisacoulter]

what are you thinking?

the ol’ punch and judy?

[punishmentdealt]

a needy sub with an oral fixation, laying on their tummy across the couch while the dom sits in the corner, feeding their thumb to the sub. the dom goes about his night, watching television or reading, while the sub sucks and licks his fingers for thirty minutes, an hour, longer. until she’s nothing but a slobbery mess on his spit-slick fingers. a puddle of her spit stains the couch. when the dom finally notices this, is done with whatever activity he’s doing, he punishes her for ruining the couch, pulling her onto his lap.

[dollrstore-deactivated20231117]

SADIE NEEDED attention like she needed oxygen - it was essential to her livelihood. and if getting attention with the snap of her fingers could be considered a talent, she could just let her violin collect dust every time she had a pageant. she'd told her friends she'd just be getting a soda - and she was getting a soda, she just happened the be flirting with delilah's dad's friends too. sadie stood on her tippy toes, ass slightly bent over the counter as she giggled at the comments they were giving her. when she heard paul's voice, she turned, " why ?? you can say it here, can't you ?? " she feigned innocence as if she hadn't just been sharing her slutty escapades with these men old enough to be her father.

[punishmentdealt]

he pokes his tongue against his cheek, the smart little comment nearly setting him off. he's never had the best temper, and after what he'd just heard, it's sitting at an all time LOW. if sadie's not afraid of talking like this in his house, who's to say she's not afraid to do it anywhere else? in front of delilah, even? he's not stupid — college is college — but this is his household and he feels pure ownership over it. there's not another word from him before he sighs and grabs her forearm, pulling her into the hallway. calmly, though clearly irritated, he asks her, "what the hell is wrong with you? whatever it was you were TALKIN' about. it's inappropriate as hell. and i don't care what you do outside of this house, but in here, i can't allow that."

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DAPHNE STEPPED back to let him use it and her smile grew as she nodded along to what he was saying like she was watching him do something amazing. " oh okay - cool. thank you !! " she stepped forward and picked up the phone. " don't go anywhere !! " she told him as she began to dial her house's landline. " i'll pay you back. " when she heard her mom's voice on the other end, she leaned against the wall. " hi mom - there's no service out here so i had to use a pay phone. " she giggled as she listened to her mom describe the events of the day since daphne had been gone. " i'm just calling to say goodnight. is daddy there ?? " she asked. " okay, well, tell him i said goodnight too - and do me a favor and call ethan for me 'cause i'm almost outta time. " when she finished up the call, she put the phone back in its cradle. " how - how much did you use ?? "

[punishmentdealt]

of course, he doesn't listen to that. he kicks the door to the outside back open and tosses his cigarette out, stomping a heavy, hard boot on it. by the time he gets back, judah picks up a few things — the girl's got both sets of parents and just by calling them, he can infer they're CLOSE. definitely the type to worry over her in case something happens to her. that'll make things a little challenging, but she's easy enough on the eyes that it's worth it. plus, one time fucking the night away inside his truck might do her prim and proper self some good. when he hears the phone settle back into the cradle, he raises a brow at her. "don't worry about it," he says. "ain't got nobody to call. just out here havin' a smoke." the smell of cigarettes lingers on him, his clothes. he takes off his hat to run his fingers through his hair, and it's then that he reveals an overgrown haircut to match that burly beard of his. judah's the filthy antithesis of whatever this little girl stands for.

[dollrstore-deactivated20231117]

SOMETIMES HE felt like she said shit she knew would annoy the fuck out of him ( though it wasn't hard to do ). to relieve himself of some stress, stan lit up a cigarette, not paying attention to whatever she was gossiping about until a keyword caught his attention. suddenly, he didn't want her to shut up because who the fuck was elton ?? his eyes narrowed as he looked over his glasses at his laptop screen. " right...and who's elton ?? " he asked, hoping it was just another one of those fraternity fuckers who followed her around like lost puppies.

[punishmentdealt]

her noses scrunches at the sight and then the smell of his cigarette. it's one of his dirtiest habits, among the many he has. sophie crosses her arms over her chest and fixes her gaze at him, holding her ground. at least THAT can catch his attention, though she never really likes the consequences. "elton is... the guy i've been seeing once in a while," she speaks, her voice as firm as she can get it. which isn't very much. he's far more intimidating. regardless, she tries to hold her ground. "you know, he's older, he's got an ex-wife. or... a current wife. i dunno all the details. i just accept the pretty jewelry."

[dollrstore-deactivated20231117]

" BY ALL means - feel free to do so. " elias told her while he actively chose to ignore her obvious advances. she wasn't the first student who'd made her interest in him clear, but she was definitely the most persistent. but, he'd be a liar if he said he didn't see her as anything more than a nuisance ( his nights alone would prove him to be guilty ). " his eyes brushed over her ass as he turned his attention to placing the rest of his papers into his briefcase. " you've known about this trip for months - i'm sure you can figure something out. "

[punishmentdealt]

she refrains from letting out a frustrated, spoiled groan. after all of the attention she's given him over this whole semester of being his student — this is how she gets repaid?! she's better off hanging around greek houses, even the goddamn library, meeting someone nice there. not LOUNGING around her professor like a stray animal. but, she can't help herself. instead of throwing a bratty fit, she sighs dramatically, resting her head fully on his desk, ass all the way out now in a perfectly suggestive position. unbeknownst to her, of course. "yes, but this opportunity just came up, professor. you don't get it. you've always gotten everything you want."

[dollrstore-deactivated20231117]

" ARE YOU sure ?? " she asked him as her eyes darted to look at his colleagues who were standing several feet behind him. " i feel like they were making fun of me. " as her twin always told her, people tended to make fun of barbie without her realizing it. she looked at her chest when he tugged her dress down and a red tint darkened her already pink cheeks when he slapped her cleavage. " of course i do !! " barbie was quick to assure him before noticing the way the men and their wives seemed to have noticed the two of them. " they're looking at me. "

[punishmentdealt]

romeo wrinkles his brows together. when has he ever cared about what other people thought or said? not everyone's like him, he knows, but if barbie's going to last even a SECOND with him she's got to take on that mentality to. he clears his throat and wraps a free arm around her waist, pulling her tightly up against him. then, he does a slow spin, peering out at the grand ballroom in front of them. "so let them look, pumpkin. they know who i am in this company. and their wives... well, they're jealous of how absolutely scrumptious and young you are." his hand drops down from her back to pinch her butt.