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kookslastbutton · 2 years

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Til Death Do Us Part ༓ kth (m)

✑ Summary: "Come on baby," he coos. "It'll be a great way to distract ourselves."

Thinking it be a romantic gesture, Taehyung tosses your GPS out the car window while honeymooning in Italy. Too bad it gets you both stranded in the middle of nowhere though. What the hell are you gonna do now?

Pairing: husband!taehyung x wife!reader

AU/genre: smut, fluff, angst, marriage au

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: explicit sex, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, car sex, make-up sex, foreplay, vaginal fingering, impreg kink, breastplay, daddy kink, tiny bit of edging, biting, big dick!taehyung, arguing at first bc reader is pissed at Taehyung

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A/N: I don't know what to say expect don't throw your only means of directions out the window! But I guess it's not so bad with Tae ;) thank you so much to @cherrysoulth for being my beta 💜💜

"I cannot believe you!" Arms crossed, you glare at your newlywed husband from the drivers seat.

"Baby," Taehyung voice struggles to be soothing. "We're gonna be fine. Calm down."

"Will you stop saying that? It's not fine!" You grit your teeth before continuing, "We are trapped in god knows where with no cell service and look, the gas tank is on E. What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I-I was trying to do something romantic okay?! I just thought it would be a nice idea to go off beat a little."

"And that meant throwing the only directions we have out the window? That genius idea really got my heart pounding Tae. Oh, how much I love thee."

"Y/n, you're overreacting. Like I said, we're gonna be-"

"Shut. Up!" Unbuckling your seat belt you open the passenger door of the car and jump out.

"Where are you going? Get back in here."

"We can't stay here Tae. We need to find help." You adjust the bottom of your dress.

Sighing, your husband looks out the windshield before glancing back at you. "Sweetheart, look around. It's almost dark . Where are we going to go?"

"I don't know but I'm not sitting here and arguing with you." You grab your bag from the armrest and slam the door.

Taehyung lands a harsh hit to the steering wheel with his palm before unbuckling himself to follow after you.

After ten steps, heavy droplets of rain begin pouring down on both of your heads. Wonderful, you think with clenched fists, Three cheers for the happy couple.

Eyes burning with frustration, you turn around and tread back to your rental car. Taehyung unlocks the doors and you both jump in. A solid 7 minutes pass with neither of you saying anything. You stare out the passenger window, observing the current gloominess of mother nature. Hmm, maybe she's pissed at your husband too.

"I'm sorry," your husband suddenly murmurs.

"As you should be. I told you not to do it. Look at the situation we're in now."

"Baby, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I figured after following the GPS everywhere it might be relieving to do our own thing for a while. Yes, we got ourselves in some trouble but I say we think of this as something we'll laugh about years down the road. This type of stuff happens to people all the time, so let's not worry too much."

Turning your face away from the glass, you throw a slight scowl his way.

How can he be so nonchalant about this?

Ignorant to your facial expression, he continues. "I'll tell you a story of when Seokjin and I got lost in the woods. We were on our way back from an 8 mile hike but we ended up following the wrong trail markers. We tried finding a sign with a map on it but we were so far off the path that there weren't any around. So what did we do? We-"

"Tae."

Sensing a hint of threat in your tone, he side eyes you and abruptly closes his mouth. You lean your head back to rest it against the window and exhale.

"So what's the plan?"

"We wait until dawn when it's light out and the skies are hopefully clear. Should be able to able to get out of this mess then."

Having no other alternative, you nod and rest your eyes. One of Taehyung's hands hesitantly moves towards your own. It faintly brushes against your wrist before gently resting over your knuckles.

"Sorry again," he breathes.

Thirty minutes pass and you'd hope to have drifted into a slumber by now, but no. You're mind was still very much awake and running. Irritated, you roll on your side. Taehyung notices your shift and angles his face towards yours. His breath tickles your skin.

"I can feel your stare Tae. Ease up."

"Never. You look like an angel like this."

"Mm, I'm a sleepless angel then." You lift your lids. A small shiver traces up your body upon viewing your husband's handsome face near your own.

"Are you still mad at me?" He swallows softly.

Eyes lingering on him, you notice he looks like a wounded puppy. Maybe you should ease up too. You sigh and raise the corners of your mouth into a half smile. "I guess not as much as before. But no more throwing directions out of the window."

"I won't—I love you."

"I love you too. Did you sleep?"

He shakes his head in denial. "I couldn't."

"Too bad…I think we're going to be bored for a while then."

"Not necessarily, we just need to think of a way to distract ourselves."

Curious you raise an eyebrow. "Like?"

"Game."

"Eh, I'm not really in the mood for that."

"Jokes."

"Do you have one?"

He thinks for a moment before smiling sheepishly. "Not really."

"Any other ideas, husband?"

He wets his lip and give you the look. You squint at the expression. He wasn't wanting to—shit he was.

Lips parting, you smile in disbelief. "We're not having sex. Not happening."

"And why shouldn't it?"

"Because this is a rental car Tae."

"So, we'll have to be careful." Leaning closer, he sneaks a hand up your thigh. It glides underneath the skirt of your dress and rests firmly on your lower hip. "I know it's relatively tight in here, but we'll make it work. Just like our first time, huh?"

"I-I said no. Besides, didn't we just have sex this morning?"

"Yeah but it's our honeymoon. We can have sex ten times a day if we want."

"Huh, you wish! I think you'd get me pregnant by then."

A grin spreads like oil on his face. Dammit, you just teased it, didn't you? If there's one thing you knew about your husband it's that he wanted a baby real quick. Two babies. Maybe more if he was lucky.

"You know sweetheart, now that we're married," he starts. "Totally devoted to each other. We should think about having a—"

"Stop!" You cut in anxiously.

Taehyung chuckles, "Fine, but eventually we should talk about it. I guess for now we can keep exploring our interests, starting with us hopping in the back seat."

"I think I already gave you an answer, didn't I?"

"Come on baby," he coos. "It'll be a great way to distract ourselves."

"No means no. Haven't you learned your lesson already regarding your little GPS incident?"

"Of course I have and I feel terrible about it, along with my dick. All we both want to do now is make it up to you. We're very kind you know. Extremely selfless."

"Oh god stop talking like that. And excuse me Mr. Kim but your dick is the furthest from kind. I can't count how many times it's-mrph!"

Unable to restrain himself further, he seals his lips against your own. It's demanding but warm. Shocks of electricity sweep through your body with every move. It starts at the top of your head and reaches down to the tips of your toes. His tongue breaks through the seam of your lips a few heartbeats later, causing a moan to escape.

"Let's get in the back Mrs. Kim," he mumbles between kisses. You feel him tug the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. A delicious sensation awakens within your core when his slender fingers brush against your clit.

"You're playing dirty."

"Yeah, and it's making you wet isn't it?"

Adding pressure, he traces small circles around the sensitive area before pushing the tips of his fingers into your folds. You mewl at the intrusion. You think he'll sink them all the way in but he doesn't, stopping half-way.

You fight the urge to give in but your lower region was screaming for relief. "More, Taehyung, please."

He smiles against your lips. "Get in the back and I will."

Fisting his shirt, you force him off your lips. "Alright," you agree. "But we're only doing this once."

"You mean so much to me baby. I'd marry you over and over again," he breathes, running his hands along your bare skin. He trails from your shoulder and down to your breasts. They're cool at first but a fire sets in when he presses into your breasts with his palms. Your buds peak in arousal at the contact. He rolls them between his fingers a few times before gently grazing down your sides. You close your eyes and sink into the euphoric pleasure, knowing you belonged to him.

Eventually a hand slips down to your throbbing heat. As his fingers push into you, a ripple of satisfaction rushes through your veins. "Daddy," you gasp softly.

"Mm already?" His fingers pump into you allowing the pressure in your core to build. "I remember the first time you called me that."

You smile, recalling the event. "That's a day your dick wasn't kind at all. I think you took me about three times that night."

"Oh no you don't. I recall asking you if you wanted to stop after the first round but you refused. You were the one that wanted to go again and again."

Unable to deny it, you bite down on your lip.

"None of that," he scolds. Your eyes flutter open at the slight change in tone. You feel your pulse pick up as he begins moving faster in you, curling his fingers in the process.

"Ahh, Taehyung. Fuck." You tilt your head back, bathing in the feeling of being torn apart.

"I love seeing you like this you know. So pretty, just for me. Do you have any idea how wet you are right now?"

"I-I have an idea," you barely mutter.

In a matter of moments you feel the knot within your core burst free. Taehyung's fingers extract from within you, making you tilt your head up. Upon viewing your husband again, you watch as he raises his fingers to his lips. They were dripping with your cum but not for long.

"I told you it'd be fine if we were careful, huh?" Taehyung sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking them off completely. "Open your legs a bit more for me," he urges. When you do he crawls closer to you and presses the tip of his length to your sex. Upon easing it in, you both moan. Finally.

"Fuck. You're so perfect baby. So fucking perfect and you're all mine."

He starts at a slow pace but they quicken with every thrust. Your body jolt against his as the friction increases.

"This feeling good?"

"Urghh, it does da-daddy. Oh god, maybe this was a pretty good idea. Us doing this."

"Must be kissing your cervix pretty damn right then hm? Who knows maybe we'll do this ten times a day after all." He pushes deeper in you, causing you to grip tightly on his shoulders.

"Taehyung," you gasp. "Do you realize—how big your dick actually is? I can barely last as long as I do now, let alone ten times a day."

Smirking, he bends down and presses his lips against the curve of your neck. He nips at it gently before licking a steady stipe up to your jaw. You let out a sharp whine. After a couple of more rough thrusts, you start clenching.

"I'm almost there, Tae. I'm gonna come soon. Just another minute maybe."

"Me too. Can you wait a bit more though? I'll meet you." He grunts and draws his length out from you before slamming it back in. You scream at the motion.

"Arghhh Taehyung, I don't think I can hold it now!"

"Alright I got you baby." Desperately trying to unbind the cord in both your bodies, your husband continues to work in you. The bundle of nerves in you threatens to snap with every push. When his dick begins to twitch, his thrusts get sloppy.

"Argh fucking hell!" He groans hotly. " I'm just about there, fuck!"

"Come in me daddy, come on," you egg. "Wanna feel you cover me inside. Maybe give me a baby too. Don't you want that? Huh?"

"Fuck yeah I want that. You know I wanna put a baby in you so bad. Knowing you're the one carrying my child, shit, makes me feel so satisfied. I love you so much, oh god."

"Do it, do it Taehyung. Fill me up and make me round just like you've always wanted. I know you have it in you. Fucking give it to me Taehyung. Just d—argh Taehyung!!"

"Fuck baby!"

Finally coming together, you both pant with relief. A couple of minutes pass before you feel him pull out of you. His length shines with your arousal. You feel yourself heat up again.

"Well that was pretty hot." You hear your husband say.

"Definitely."

"About that baby though-"

"I'm on the pill Tae."

"Ah, okay—my impreg kink slipped out again."

"Oh it always does, Mr. Kim." Your eyes twinkle with amusement. "But its sexy."

"Shit, I wanna go again."

"Already?"

He nods. "Want you to get on my dick and ride me this time."

You contemplate for a second. Springing up from your lounged position you eagerly crawl up on his lap. A smirk on both your faces.

Yeah, the car rental people probably won't like you both after this. It got pretty messy by the time everything was said and done…four rounds later. But you we're trapped in love and it felt like robbery to cut yourself short.

When the morning comes, it'll all fall into place—or you'll never let Taehyung drive again—or touch the GPS. Ever.

A/N: I'm so pleased that you'd come read my fics and do hope that you will find some joy in them. That said I'd really love to hear your feedback more than anything. It helps me grow as a writer and put out more fics for you all to enjoy 💕 thank you

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

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Enamored [46] - Vices and Virtues

A.N: Last 2 chapters!❤ I hope you’ll like this one my loves, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Good things come to those who wait.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 4300

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In all honesty, this plan seemed easier when it was merely a plan.

Putting it into action though? That was a whole different story.

For the last week, the ton hadn’t stopped talking about your potential divorce and how your marriage was doomed. You knew you were supposed to be happy that everyone believed your deception, seeing that it would work in your favor, and you had managed to convince yourself it was a good thing so far-

Until now.

Your doubts were nonsense, they really were. Anthony and you’d had a wonderful night just like you always did, with him sneaking into your room after every member of the staff had gone to sleep. You had woken up craving each other as usual, but the problem was that both of you woke up a bit late, so the staff was already around the house.

Yet, it wasn’t enough to stop you.

You had managed to be quiet so as not to be heard by the staff but when you were finished, unlike before, Anthony didn’t have the time to hold you in his arms, or whisper sweet nothings into your ear, or even kiss you the way he usually would. As soon as the footsteps of the staff started echoing around the hallway, he hurriedly got into his trousers, pecked you on the lips and left through the shared door to his own room, leaving you there, almost dazed.

Last night was perfect, and so had been the morning—up until that point.

For some reason, that was what made those doubts in your mind about whether his love for you was fast withering as the ton said much louder than before. It didn’t help that Anthony had left even before the breakfast, so when Cecily came to drag you outside so that you could choose the paintings you would use for your upcoming ball from her museum, you still weren’t feeling so well.

“It’s such a lovely place,” you commented as you and Cecily sat in front of a painting and she smiled at you wide.

“Is it not?” she asked. “I still cannot believe that it’s mine.”

“Elias can have good ideas, as rare as they are,” you pointed out and she let out a giggle before putting a hand over her slightly swollen stomach, making you smile softly.

“Do you feel better?” you asked. “With the morning sickness?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I’m getting quite used to the morning sickness, that’s something.”

“Is it that bad still?”

“Mama says it gets slightly better in time,” she said. “And you?”

“Me?”

“You look a bit…” she trailed off. “Is everything alright?”

You paused for a moment, then tried to smile.

“Of course,” you lied through your teeth. “I’m just tired, I sent all the invitations yesterday and was up all night planning the last part of the scenery in the ballroom.”

“I must admit, I knew your ball would cause a great expectation within the ton, but even I didn’t see that theme coming,” she said. “I’ve never been to a Vices and Virtues theme at a ball before, neither has anyone in the ton. So many people are excited about it, I’ve heard them before I visited mama this morning.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes,” she said. “Absolutely. It’s the perfect ball to end the season. Do you want to hear the gossip?”

“Sure.”

“A lot of men are coming as vices because they think it’s more fun, and as expected a lot of mamas are going to make sure their daughters come as virtues because it’s fitting to unmarried ladies, or so they say,” she said. “What is Anthony going to be by the way? Lust?”

That managed to make you smile and you took a deep breath.

“Well, that was his first idea,” you said. “But then we realized Elias is going to be there, so…”

“Mm, good point. Then?”

“He will be Pride,” you said. “It’s quite fitting if you ask me, at least for when we first met.”

“I would say your costume should be Modesty to go along with his Pride, but I doubt modesty fits you,” she pointed out, making you scoff a laugh.

“I’m not that bad!”

“So will you go as…love?”

“I’m not going as a virtue,” you said. “I’m going as a vice.”

Cecily gawked at you and blinked a couple of times. “You’re going as a vice.”

“Yeah.”

“Y/N, all ladies are going as virtues.”

“Not me.”

“Oh everyone will lose their minds,” she muttered. “What vice will you be?”

You tilted your head. “Wrath,” you said. “I already ordered my gown, it will be blood red and my jewelry will be all rubies.”

“Blood red?”

“Yes.”

“The whole gown?”

“Yes.”

“My goodness,” she said. “Everyone will talk about it until the next season.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s the sign of a well-planned ball.”

“Or a scandalous one.”

“Scandal is in my blood, remember?” you asked and nodded at the painting. “What is this called by the way? I don’t think I’m familiar with it.”

“Oh it’s Truth, Time and History,” she said. “It shows that… that history is a witness when time reveals the truth.”

You raised your brows.

“Can I borrow this one for the ball as well?” you asked. “It should go well with…well, what has been happening lately.”

“Of course, but on one condition.”

“What?”

“You will tell me what’s wrong.”

Your eyes snapped up to hers before you shifted your weight. “I told you, I’m tired.”

“Yes well, forgive me for not believing it,” she said. “Y/N, what is it?”

You bit inside your cheek, dragging your gaze from her to the painting again.

“We share everything, will you really not tell me?”

“It’s not that,” you muttered. “It’s just that….I’m genuinely tired, Cece. Of this pretending.”

A look of realization dawned on her face. “Y/N.”

“At first it was fun,” you murmured. “But it’s not anymore.”

“It’s almost over.”

You scoffed a bitter laugh. “If you say so.”

“No, really—Anthony said it himself that Frederick claimed he could help him with aftermath of divorce, about the land he will give you,” Cecily insisted. “It’ll be over soon, you’ve held on this long. Don’t give up now.”

You heaved a sigh and she sat up straighter.

“Did you talk to Anthony about it?”

“No because I can’t,” you said. “I can barely see him during the day, and most of the time he comes home in the middle of the night. Anytime I’m within anyone’s earshot I’m supposed to have fights with him, and we’re almost never alone—besides, what am I going to say? It was my decision to go with this idea, he wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t ask him to.”

“I know it’s hard,” she said, reaching out to hold your hand. “I know, but I promise you, it’s almost over.”

A silence fell upon you and you took a shaky breath.

“I hope you’re right,” you said. “Because it’s starting to feel less like we’re pretending each day.”

You had cut your trip to the museum very short, and had gotten back home around the afternoon. Unsurprisingly, Anthony wasn’t home and you still had hours until one of the vendors would arrive to go over some of the decorations you had ordered for the ball, so you went straight to bed, telling Lucie that you were feeling a bit under the weather and didn’t want to be disturbed.

You missed him. It was simple as that, even though you lived in the same house, you just missed kissing him, being with him, actually talking to him, enjoying a stroll outside, waking up in the same bed with him.

You laid there for nearly an hour, waiting for the sleep to come just so that you could perhaps wake up feeling better, but it felt nearly impossible. You were so lost in your thoughts that the noises coming from the hallways and the usual chatter of the staff was almost inaudible to you until you heard the fast footsteps approaching and the door opening, making you frown and turn your head. Anthony closed the door in an instant and strode to you.

“What happened?”

“Anthony you probably shouldn’t be here, if the staff sees or hears you—”

“Lucie said you were feeling sick,” he cut you off, pressing the back of his hand on your forehead to check if you had a temper, that familiar warmth filling your heart. “I will send for the doctor—”

“I am not sick,” you told him, trying to smile. “I just felt tired a little so I decided to lie down, that’s all.”

Anthony’s dark eyes searched your face, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“Tired?” he repeated. “You?”

“It happens, as it turns out,” you rasped out. “I’m as surprised as you are.”

He shook his head. “No, that’s not normal,” he said. “The doctor must see you immediately.”

“I’m not sick,” you insisted. “No need for the doctor, I promise. I’m just…”

He swallowed thickly, worry etched in his handsome features and you reached out to smooth down on the frown lines on his forehead, your heart skipping a beat.

“I thought you’d be outside today?” you changed the subject. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and entwined his fingers with yours. “More than alright, I actually came to tell you something.”

“What?”

“Do you think you can come with me to the study?”

You bit inside your cheek, then pursed your lips.

“I don’t want to fight today,” you said. “The staff is already convinced, and I don’t think it’s necessary right now.”

He shook his head fervently. “No it’s not for that.”

“Well then, I don’t think it’s a good idea if—”

“I have a gift for you.”

“…A gift?” you asked, blinking a couple of times in confusion. “What gift?”

“I can bring it here but I left it at the study just now, before Lucie said you weren’t feeling well.”

“No no, I’m fine,” you said almost instantly and pushed the covers off of you, your stomach doing a happy flip. “What did you get me?”

Anthony smiled and raised your hand to press his lips on the back of it.

“Come to the study in five minutes,” he said and kissed your temple, then walked out of the room. You tilted your head, that fog of the gloom clearing out just a little though not completely from your heart, then cleared your throat and checked whether you looked nice in the mirror before leaving the room as well.

You made your way downstairs and looked around to check whether any member of the staff would see you, but it seemed clear enough so you softly knocked on the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind you in a haste. Anthony’s grin widened and he made his way to you, then covered your eyes with his palm, making you giggle.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said as he went behind you and walked you towards his desk carefully. You reached out your hands as if that would help you not to fall, and you rounded the table, then stopped.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

He lowered his hand and you looked down at his desk, then held your breath upon seeing the thick leather bound ledger.

“You got me a ledger!” you said with a happy smile. “To keep the accounts for the ball, I love it!”

He let out a chuckle. “You’re supposed to open it darling.”

“Oh!” you said and reached out to open it, furrowing your brows. There were many different sketches of a beautiful house—a manor, in fact— in the middle of tall trees and a lovely flower garden. It seemed familiar somehow but you couldn’t put your finger on it especially without seeing the rest of the street, so you grabbed the next sketch, showing the interior of the house. You let out a breath, running your fingertips over the sketch of the foyer, then turned to him.

“I don’t understand,” you admitted. “What is this?”

Anthony’s lips curled into a grin.

“Do you remember how I said your wedding gift wasn’t ready yet?” he asked. “Now it is. It’s your house, my love.”

Your breath got caught in your throat and your eyes snapped up to his, the sudden excitement making your head spin.

“…What?”

“The paperwork is finally completed,” he said and pulled the paper from underneath the sketches. “The moment you sign here, it’s yours.”

“It’s mine?” you asked, gawking at him. “You got me a house?”

He nodded, obviously pleased with your reaction.

“You’re jesting,” you managed to say in disbelief, “Anthony you—surely you’re jesting.”

“I’m not and it’s all yours darling,” he assured you with a small laugh. “Waiting for you in Paris, whenever you want to visit.”

Your jaw dropped.

“In Paris?” you asked and all of a sudden you realized why the house looked familiar.

“Wait a moment,” you whispered after a beat, looking at the sketches again. “Wait, Anthony this house—”

“You told me about the street you grew up in,” he said with a soft smile. “And apparently, one of the houses there was put on sale around the time we got betrothed.”

Happy tears rushed into your eyes and a sob climbed up your throat as you flung yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifted you up, holding you tight and you let out a teary giggle when he put you down, then you pulled back to look up at him.

“I thought—” you wiped at your eyes in a haste, “I feared it was coming true…”

“What was coming true, sweeting?”

“That you were losing your love for me,” you admitted. “The way we have been pretending.”

He scoffed a chuckle. “What?”

“It doesn’t matter—”

“No wait,” he told you. “Tell me. What made you think that?”

You swallowed thickly and bit on your lip.

“This morning,” you said. “You left in a hurry, so I thought perhaps all this deception was somehow affecting your feelings for me, that it was making you love me less.”

A look of realization dawned on his face and he cupped your cheek, caressing over your cheekbone with his thumb.

“Darling, nothing could make me love you less,” he said. “And all this deception is just that. A deception for the ton, not each other.”

You entwined your fingers with his, heaving a sigh.

“And as for this morning,” he said. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that it would make you think that. I left in a haste because if the staff saw me in your room…”

“I know,” you said slowly. “I just miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too,” he said, nudging your nose with his, making you giggle. “But you know what I thought of?”

“What?”

“After this whole act is over,” he said. “We can go to Paris and see if the house fits your taste. Like a second honeymoon?”

You beamed at him. “Really?”

“Mm hm,” he clicked his tongue. “That is if I’m invited.”

“Oh if you’re invited?”

“It’s your house after all.”

You hummed, pretending to think about it.

“Well I suppose I can grant you that favor,” you teased him before the thought flashed in your mind and you held you breath, “Can I decorate it?”

“It’s yours my love, you can do whatever you want with it.”

You covered your mouth to hide your gleeful squeal, bouncing on the balls of your feet before you tugged him down by his shirt so that you could kiss him. His arms sneaked around your waist as the familiar desire burst through you, and you pulled back to shoot him a mischievous smile.

“Would they hear us do you think?” you asked, nodding in the direction of the door and he smirked at you, then lifted you up to sit you down on the desk, making you giggle.

“How quiet can you be?”

“I don’t know,” you said, almost shrugging your shoulders in a nonchalant manner before you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Let’s find out.”

The next day you had woken up much better than earlier, and you had to try especially hard not to let anything slip in front of the staff. Even though you wanted to skip on your steps and hum a song, you knew you were supposed to pretend to be upset, so after Anthony had woken you up with kisses and left to meet Frederick, you took a long bath and spent your entire day going over the preparations for the ball. You had yet another meeting with another vendor and you and Lucie met him in the yard so that you could talk to him about the scenery in garden.

“So what I mean is, Mr. Kilby, I want the yard’s setting to be the complete opposite of the ballroom’s setting,” you said. “The ballroom will be more focusing on soft and pleasant things symbolizing virtues, the yard on the other hand will symbolize vices, so anything dark and dangerous.”

“I understand my lady,” he said. “I’ve heard you’re putting a small fountain in the ballroom to mimic a waterfall?”

“Yes, and it will be surrounded by a decoration of flowers all around the ballroom,” you said. “I still cannot understand how exactly that fountain works, the vendor kindly explained yesterday but…”

He smiled at you. “You have your expertise, we have ours my lady.”

“That is why I’m not questioning it,” you joked, smiling back. “So for the garden, I want the opposite of it. While the ballroom is to look peaceful and ethereal, the yard should look like—”

“A den of vices.”

“Precisely,” you said. “And I’m told that your fireworks are absolutely the best in the country, and I was hoping you could help me.”

“It’d be my honor, my lady.”

“I want the theme to be fire in the yard,” you said. “Something big and loud, and intimidating.”

“I have the right product for that,” he said. “How long do you want the firework show to last?”

“Around half an hour, so that all guests can see it on their way in.”

“Half an hour…” he murmured to himself, scribbling something on his notebook before he nodded to himself and ripped the paper to give it to you.”

“The number of fireworks and the price my lady,” he said. “If you’d like to show it to Viscount Bridgerton as well.”

You took a look at the number and nodded. “I’d like to put in the order now actually.”

“Of course my lady,” he said. “I’ll start working on them when I get back to my shop. And if I may suggest something?”

“Certainly Mr. Kilby, please.”

“There’s a circus in town as you’ve probably read about,” he said and you nodded. “I did business with them last year, so they know me. How would you feel about having fire breathers in the yard, as a part of the performance as well?”

You gasped, pressing a hand over your chest. “Oh my goodness, I would love that!”

Lucie cleared her throat and shot you a look, and you heaved a sigh before turning to Mr. Kilby again.

“And is it completely safe, Mr. Kilby?”

“Yes my lady, I can assure you it’s very safe,” he said. “If you’d like, I can talk to them and come back tomorrow with their director around this time?”

“Oh I appreciate that so much,” you said. “And please know that Viscount Bridgerton and I will make sure to recompense for your help in fixing this meeting as well.”

“You’re very generous my lady, thank you,” he said and walked away from you and Lucie raised her brows at you.

“Fire breathing?”

“Just imagine it Lucie!” you motioned at the yard. “The ton will go insane!”

“The ton will go insane when they see your gown my lady, I doubt you should set someone on fire to make it certain.”

“It’s safe!”

“It’s fire!”

You waved a hand in the air. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“If a lady or lord that I don’t like catches fire, I’m not going to help you extinguish it,” Lucie pointed out and you held up your hands.

“Fine, I’ll ask someone else to throw water on them,” you said. “Happy?”

“Very.”

You let out a laugh and linked your arm with hers.

“Great,” you said. “Now come with me to the kitchen, I need your opinion on the dessert options.”

For the rest of the day, you had been so busy that you had barely gotten the time sit down. It felt as if you were running everywhere, and it was only around dinner time that you felt like you could stop working on the ball. Anthony was still outside, so you had dinner alone and once it was over, you insisted Lucie to join you for a glass of port in your bedroom before going to bed.

The last thing you remembered before falling into a deep slumber was that you so desperately wished for Anthony to be there beside you, and that was why when you woke up to his soft kiss on your neck, his pleasant scent filling your nostrils, you were half convinced that it was a dream.

“Anthony?” you mumbled, your eyes fluttering open to find him sitting there on the bedside, his fingers slowly caressing your hair. “What time is it?”

“Three in the morning.”

“You just got home?”

“Yeah,” he said. “But I have a good excuse. I had to make sure.”

You rubbed your eyes, still trying to wake up. “Make sure of what?”

“That we had what we needed,” he said, his smile widening. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I got it.”

You furrowed your brows. “You got what?”

“A land contract with Frederick’s signature on it,” he said, his words washing away every trace of sleep from you, and he reached inside his waistcoat pocket to pull out a paper. “I got it.”

You sat up straight in bed, your heart beating in your ears. “He signed it?”

“He signed it.”

You snatched the paper from his hand to look at it, your eyes darting over the lines as you covered your mouth.

“How?”

“Well, we drank some and I brought up your mother and her divorce,” he said. “And how I needed a new house to send you away after divorce away from London, and… he had this ready, and he tried to feed me some nonsense story about how the name in here belonged to a friend of his, and how purchasing this land would be good for me. I told him I would look it over tomorrow when I sobered up.”

You let out a breath. “Oh my God.”

“I know, and I wasn’t even tipsy. Who could’ve known all that drinking with Eli would actually pay off? My tolerance is extremely high at this point.”

You blinked a couple of times, still holding the paper tight as if it could disappear any moment.

“We have the proof,” you whispered. “Anthony, we have the proof!”

He nodded and you hugged him tight, unable to stop the smile on your face before you kissed him.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too darling,” he murmured, caressing your cheekbone. “See? It’s over now. No more of this silly deception, or fake arguments or sleeping in different rooms. I’ll get it to the court tomorrow, and by nighttime he will be away from you forever, punished for his crimes.”

You looked down at the paper, then furrowed your brows, your thoughts like a storm in your head.

“When you give it to the court,” you said. “It takes them a day then?”

“Well, he’s an earl and forgery and fraud is a capital crime,” he said. “So it will take them less than usual, I’m guessing a day. Why?”

You nibbled on your lip and looked up at him.

“If he’s captured tomorrow, not enough people will see it.”

“It will hit the papers very fast darling.”

“Yes but—” you said, gritting your teeth. “He dragged my mother’s name through the mud in front of the whole ton, Anthony. He deserves to go through the same.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Do you want him captured in public then?”

“Do you think he’d get suspicious if you stalled him a couple days more?”

Anthony shook his head. “No, not really. I can just tell him I’m drafting my appeal for divorce to the parliament, that’s why I didn’t get the chance to contact my accountant to buy the land yet. Why? What do you have in mind?”

You smiled slightly.

“Well, the ball is only days away,” you said. “And the whole ton will be there, and most importantly my whole family will be there. I think we all deserve to see him dragged out like the traitor he is.”

“You want him captured at the ball?”

You nodded your head. “Yes. It’s already a celebration, I don’t see why we can’t make it a celebration for two occasions. Our love and my revenge.”

Anthony chuckled. “If that’s what you want,” he said. “Yeah. I can give it to the court in the morning of the ball, and to make it better I can give them the exact place he will be that night.”

You tilted your head at the paper before meeting Anthony’s dark gaze.

“Good because I want the whole ton to see when he gets what he deserves,” you muttered, your smile widening. “And I want to enjoy that view from a good spot.”

Chapter 47

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valiantroeagleangel · 6 months

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Hatefuck.

Ryan Sitkowski x female reader

Kintober day 27. Hate sex, hook-up, unprotected sex, cheating.

This one feels a bit wrong since some hate sex and cheating are involved. Don't cheat on your partner and don't break people's marriage, it's bad. But I had this headcanon of Ryan in my head and I like it very much. Please don't come at me if you don't like this trope. It's just fucking fiction and shitty porn.

That being said, enjoy my loves <3

-Go to hell Ryan it's not my fucking problem. You shouted, slamming the door as you left the recording studio.

God how much you hated Ryan. He was insufferable with you, always making you remarks and picking fights. He was so convinced that he was superior to you, always degrading you and making bad comments about you to the rest of the band.

Why the heck was his problem?

Since you started to work as a sound engineer for the band six months ago, there have been constant arguments between the two of you. The atmosphere was always so heavy that now you were just running away from him, choosing to only interact with him when it was strictly necessary.

-It's not my fault if you suck at your job. Spare us your incompetence and just quit for good. He screamed louder, not sure if you were even hearing him now.

He sighed, sinking into his chair as the other guys looked at him in disapproval.

-What is wrong with you for real? She is doing a good job on the album. Chris pinched his nose, exasperated.

-No she's not. She's a pain in the ass, always whining about everything.

-She's not Ryan, and you know it, you're just unfair to her for god knows what reason.

Chris shook his head, standing up to open the door of the studio.

-What side are you even on dude?

-Hers. Now go apologize, we have a song to finish. He paused but Ryan didn't move. Now.

Reluctantly he got up and left the room, Chris slamming the door after his passage.

Ryan looked for you through the building, complaining and cursing until he found you, taking a coffee in the break room. You turned back as you heard someone coming, your brows furrowing when you knew who it was.

-Do you really think it's time to take a coffee break? You can't capriciously leave a session like that, we're all waiting for you to come back.

Wasn't he supposed to apologize? Yeah, right but seeing you like that just made his blood rush. He did not want to apologize, he wanted to ruin you, spit out his venom on you.

You saw red, will he never let you alone?

Slamming your cup on the counter you took a few steps in his direction. Your index finger pointed in his direction in a threatening way.

-You know what your problem is, Ryan? You're weak. You're the weakest person I know. You see me as a threat for a reason that I still don't get. You want me out of your life because you feel inferior. Because you're insecure.

Unconsciously you stepped closer to him as you continued your monologue, finding yourself inches from him.

-You call me a whiner but you're the one always whining about everything. I'm not going to destroy your life so peace out, dude.

He swallowed hard, looking at you as you kept your angry gaze on him. A long silence settled between you before he decided to speak again.

-But you are fucking destroying my life. He spoke in a low voice, not sure if he was supposed to say that.

You laughed as you stepped back a bit, throwing your arms in the air.

-How the fuck am I supposed to destroy your life? I won't take your job I'm a sound engineer, not a rockstar.

You were hallucinating as you kept laughing bitterly at him.

-God, you're a mad man Ryan. How could you make it so far in life when you think like that?

Rubbing your hands on your face you went to sit on the counter, throwing your feet as he followed you closely.

-You have no idea of what you're talking about. He retorted as his fists clenched.

-Certainly not but I think that you don't know either. You're just trying to cover how much of a coward you are.

His breathing was erratic as he stepped even closer, making you swallow this time. His gaze was menacing you, his arms resting on either side of your body as he bent over you a bit.

You shut down, intimidated by his dominating figure as your stomach squeezed.

-Don’t talk about things that are beyond you.

He was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your face. Leaning on him you kept your gaze on his.

-Fucking coward.

Why were you provoking him like that when he was so close you had no idea, but the tension between you switched. Your heart started to race but not from anger, your cheeks getting hot as you realized you were only inches away from his lips.

-I'll show you how weak I am.

Without letting you have the time to protest he collapsed on you, his lips crashing on yours as his hands came to grab your hips.

Confused and taken aback you pushed him away as he bit your lips, making it bleed.

-What the fuck dude? You started even more angry than before. You're married, why are you even- Oh.

It was at this moment that you realized it. You weren't going to destroy his job, you were going to destroy his marriage.

Your eyes widening you didn't say anything more, looking at him incredulously.

-Don't you fucking dare call me a coward again. You have no idea what I've been through the last months, trying to keep you away, trying to keep me away. He sighed, leaning more on you as he lowered his voice. Trying to avoid that fucking tempting ass of yours.

You squeezed your legs together at his words, your heart racing in your chest.

-You're completely mad, Ryan. You bit your lower lip, the taste of the blood diffusing in your mouth.

-Yes I am. And it's your fault. He breathed out, nearing his mouth to yours as kept staring at your lips. You make me insane.

You didn't move, holding your breath as you saw his lips slightly brushing against yours.

-You can't do that. Your tongue came to moisturize your dry lips as your breathing accelerated. Provocation again? Really?

-You're right, I can't.

But he did it, his tongue coming to caress yours as he kissed you again.

This time you didn't push him away. You don't know why but your hands came to his hair as you let him kiss you, uncertain. Maybe you were as mad as he was. The tension between you was confusing your brain. Ryan was hot, you never just admitted it to yourself as you were blinded by the hate.

His hands quickly came to your waist, pushing you against him as his lips kept kissing you passionately. He waited for this for so long that he thought he was going to explode. But you broke apart as you pulled his hair brutally.

-Stop it, we're not doing this.

He was panting against you, his pupils were dilated looking straight at you as his chest rose violently.

-Get your shit back together Ryan, you're married for fuck sake. You breathed out, his lips already losing themselves against your neck.

But he kept coming for you, pressing himself a little further between your legs making you whimper softly. You were not even sure that he listened to a thing you said. Fuck. That was wrong.

-God, I hate you. You rolled your head back as his lips became more persistent on your skin.

Leaving your neck, they came back to yours as he started to roam his hips urgently, getting needy.

-You're not going to answer a thing I say?

-Just shut up already. How annoying you can be.

He groaned, one of his hands coming to your face, grabbing it as he kept your lips against his, kissing you again.

You didn't know what to do. The anger consumed you as his touch made you go crazy. However, you knew you needed to stop before it was too late. The image of his wife coming to your head. You already had done too much.

Still, the words disappeared in your throat as Ryan's hands came to undo the button of your jeans, quickly working himself before he could think about what he was doing.

He was going to cheat and break his marriage but right now the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted your lips back on his. The feeling was too consuming as the tension of these last months dissipated, turning into pure passion.

You were the only thing playing in his mind, your complaints the only thing he would hear and the only thing he wanted to hear.

Settling a pace rapidly, he came to pull your pants down your legs, lifting you a little. He didn't want you to think, he wanted you to give up on his touch, wanted you to help him release his obsession with you, maybe that after it would stop and you both could go back to a normal life.

-Let me touch you, just for a bit. Hoarsely he asked, his lips kissing under your ear.

You nodded, not wanting to let the words out of your mouth. All of this was becoming way too real.

At your approval one of his hands came to caress your underwear, brushing his fingers on the wet spot that was forming.

-Fuck Ryan. You moaned a bit, surprised as your hand came to cover your mouth quickly.

He smirked against your skin, starting to rub you more.

-You want this as much as I do, don't you? He laughed a bit, mocking you.

Your head rolled back as you squeezed your eyes shut, his hand passing through your underwear as he started to caress you, rubbing your clit urgently, his lips biting to the skin of your shoulder as he lowered his head.

-Stop playing you, asshole. Just fuck me already. You whined, your hips roaming against his hand as you tried to grab his belt.

Yes, you wanted this, and you wanted it now. The more he was waiting the more you thought about his marriage and you didn't want to. You were fucking up real good this time.

He chuckled bitterly, quickly helping you to take his belt off as he opened his pants, putting them and his underwear down a little bit in a sure motion.

-See? You're always whining. He groaned in your ear, pumping himself before thrusting inside of you, not losing time.

You clung on him, your arms surrounding his neck as you pushed yourself against his body. The feeling of him inside you made you dizzy, your stomach tightening on how much you liked it.

After some time of peace, he started to move again, pushing in and out as he firmly grabbed your waist.

Shit, this was good, HE was good. You couldn't think about anything else than the feeling of him filling you up, your hips starting to rock against his, eager for more and more.

You heard him moan, his lips coming for yours as he tried to cover your sounds, fucking you restlessly as he enjoyed himself a bit too much.

-This doesn't change anything. I'll hate you 'til the day I die. You breathed out against his lips.

-Continue to hate me and I will fuck you until I'm the only thing you can think about. Accentuating each one of his words with a deeper thrust making you whine under his touch.

You gasped his name, feeling him throb inside of you. The hate between you was making all of this so hot, creating a suffering pleasure. It needed to end, you were losing your mind as the passion in your stomach was rising.

Ryan was pushing himself deeply, caressing that sweet spot every time making you cry his name. You were overwhelmed by everything that was happening, his hot breath against you making your head buzz.

He was getting closer, you could feel it, his movements becoming more messy and needy. He was fucking you like a beast, his mind completely gone as he was chasing his orgasm simultaneously to yours.

And god it was working, you felt your orgasm wash over yourself, leaving you completely drained under him as you shivered in his arms. His hips still twitching as he cursed, fucking you through your release.

Instinctively he grabbed your hips firmly when you clenched over him, feeling himself lose it all inside of you as is own orgasm left him panting.

Trying to catch your breath you pushed him out of you.

-God Ryan what have we done?

You started to panic as you realized what just happened, the sweet feeling of your pleasure disappearing leaving room for guilt.

He didn't answer, stepping back as he pushed his underwear back on, the door of the room slamming open.

-Ryan what is taking you so long to apologize for god’s sak- Chris appeared, looking at you both incredulously.

Ryan turned back, looking at him shocked as he didn't even put his pants back on.

-Sorry. That was the only thing Chris said before slamming the door back violently.

You were fucked.

#motionless in white #miw #miw band #miw fic #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #kinktober #ryan sitkowski #ryan sitkowski fanfic #ryan sitkowski fanfction #ryan sitkowski fic

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elitegrayson · 2 years

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Have you thought about maybe writing a smut where y/n chooses to wait for marriage to have sex? Do you think you could write about Grayson and y/n sleeping together for the first time on their wedding night? Thank you. 🤍

this sounds beautiful :’) your wish is my command and i hope you like it. these pics kinda give off hubby gray hehe. ENJOY!! (i haven't written smut in a min so i apologize if it's bad)

Featuring: Grayson x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing.

Growing up you’ve always known you wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. It seemed like everyone around you was losing their virginity and they were. Your friends would always tell you stories of how they lost it in a school bathroom or behind a venue after a concert. You cringed at the thought of doing it in an extremely unsanitary place. It wasn’t the setting that made you want to wait, but the person you’re going to lose it to.

Sex to you was a very powerful experience and once you do this act, a little part of you will be left with that person and vice versa. That’s why your best friend now is still not over her first even though he’s made a clear he did that want her. But that’s beside the point. When you met your now husband, Grayson, you figured to let him know that you were a virgin when things got a little serious. He understood completely which made you feel safe and comfortable.

Most guys would ignore you or pressure you into having sex anyways, but not Grayson. He obeyed and respected your wishes as he should. He could think it was the stupidest idea in the world, but in the end, his opinions wouldn’t have mattered. You are his girl and he loves you very dearly. So if he has to wait until marriage to get a taste of you then that’s what he’ll do.

He made his way over to you so you guys can make your grand exit. Everyone started to create a pathway so that you could walk through it. Confetti was being shot in the air and you couldn’t be happier. You are officially married to the man of your dreams and you are finally Mrs. Y/n Dolan. It rolls off the tongue beautifully. As you made your way to the end of the stairs, Grayson opened up the door for you.

“Here you are Mrs. Dolan,” He smirks, gesturing his hand out in front of you. “Why thank you, Mr. Dolan.” You send him a smirk back, lifting your dress as you slip into the car. You roll down the window so you can say goodbye to everyone once again. Today was the best day of your life and you couldn’t stop smiling. Once Grayson was in the car, you guys drove off to your destination.

“So how do you feel, doll? I still have the butterflies lowkey.” He asked taking your hand in his and massaging it slightly. Even though you guys have been together for three years, he still sends shivers down your spine. But you couldn’t lie you feel the same way.

“I’m in shock, Gray. This all just seems unreal. I can't wait for tomorrow, France is going to be beautiful.” You hummed, giving his hand a little squeeze. It was a hard decision trying to figure out where to go. You guys have been to Cabo, The Bahamas, Greece, and hell even Australia. But after months of planning, you guys agreed on France. This next week was going to be magical.

“Just wait until we get to the hotel.” He murmured. You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment, but you figured you’ll just wait and see. After what felt like hours on the highway you guys finally arrived at the hotel. Just by looking at this outside, you knew this place was fancy.

“Hi, how may I help you tonight?” The ginger-haired lady asked sending us a warm smile. “Hi, we have a room for you two under Dolan,” Grayson responded as the lady typed away on the computer. “Alright, I have you down for the lover's suite which is room 623. Here are your keys and congratulations!” She answered, giving us one last smile. We thanked her and started walking toward the elevator. You started to think about the surprise Grayson has planned.

New car? No that wouldn’t make sense. He wouldn’t even be able to keep his mouth closed about that.

What if it’s that Dior bag you were looking at? You’ve been talking about it for months maybe he got you that.

No wait it has to be a Tiffany Co. bracelet? Every time he took you to the mall, you made sure to walk past that display. Grayson has his slow moments, but I know he can take a hint.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t realize you were already in the room. “Okay doll imma need you to do one thing for me yeah?” Grayson stopped, turning towards you and taking your hands in his. “I need you to close your eyes and keep ‘em close as you walk in and don’t open until I tell you to. Can you do that for me?”

Your stomach felt like it was doing backflips, anxious at what could be behind this door. “Gray I’m nervous as shit.” You sigh, feeling your hands get clammy by the second.

“Don’t be. I’m sure you’re gonna love it. Now close your eyes so I can guide you in.” Grayson reassures you as you slowly close your eyes. You hear a “click” followed by the door being opened. He places his hands on your shoulders and you began to walk forward.

“Alright, just a few more steps…..okay open!”

You open your eyes to see the room decorated from top to bottom. Red balloons at the ceiling while red petals covered the floor. There were 2 glasses of champagne on the dresser while the bed had petals in the shape of a heart with both of your initials in the middle.

You were in utter shock, but tears started to brim within your eyes. “Gray I-I don’t even know what to say this is all so beautiful.” You managed to choke out as he ran to your side.

“I’m so happy you love it, doll. I wanted you to know that for you, I’ll always go above and beyond. You’re everything to me.” He smiled, wiping the tears that fell down your face.

“I love you, Grayson Dolan.” You smiled, standing on your tippy toes, so you can press a kiss to his lips. He returns the kiss which quickly turned into a heated makeup session. He picked you up which caught you off guard, but you wrapped your legs around him anyway.

Grayson led you to the bed while surprisingly not breaking the kiss. You started to moan softly in between kisses which only fueled him more. He started to remove your clothing while you did the same. You guys have had intense make-out sessions before, but something about tonight feels different. You felt butterflies in your stomach again, but you knew this feeling felt right.

Now only being left in your bra and panties, you pulled away from him and looked up. His lips were a plump pink, his biceps and abs were toned, and his eyes were full of lust. This is the man you married and now you were about to be one with him.

“I’m ready, Grayson. I’m ready to feel all of you.” You declared, biting your lip slightly. You’ve waited all this time and it’s finally here.

“If you feel uncomfortable we can stop whenever okay, doll? I know this is your first time and everything and I don’t wanna-“

“Gray, please. I just need to feel you.” You whine, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Needy girl aren’t you? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

With that he started pressing pepper kisses to your neck, finding your sweet spot instantly. He went from your neck to your collar bones and ended at your boobs.

“Sit up so I can see those pretty tits, huh?” You felt your cheeks get warm, nonetheless, you obeyed. He removed your bra as you laid back down on the bed. Gray took one look at what was in front of him before he started to caress your left boob.

“God I can’t wait to just devour you.” He growled before wrapping his lips around your right nipple. The more he sucked, the better it felt. You started to squirm under him at the sensation. You’ve heard of nipple play and nipple orgasms before, but you never thought you’d reach one. A feeling started to stir in your stomach and Gray noticed it too because he stopped immediately after.

“Why’d you stop? That felt so good.” You pouted, hitting him in his bicep. “I wanted to tease my girl. But don’t worry it’s all about you tonight.” He winks, taking your body while he presses more kisses against your stomach. Your pussy was so hot by now, that you’re sure he felt the heat. When he reached your panties, he lifted your body slightly so that he could slide them off.

“Y/N, how are you already soaking for me? I barely did anything.” He purrs, sliding his pointer and middle finger up your pussy in the shape of a “V”.

“Like you said I’m a needy girl…Daddy.” You figured you’d try something considering it’s your first night.

“Daddy huh? You’re dirtier than I thought, doll. Now let Daddy take care of you.” Grayson pressed a few more kisses across your thighs before he started eating you. His tongue was licking your folds like you were his last meal. You’ve always imagined what his tongue would feel like, but this exceeds your expectations.

Your hands found their way to his beautiful brown hair, tugging at what you could hold. A loud needy moan escapes your lips when you felt his tongue enter you. The louder you moaned, the tighter he gripped your thighs, his fingertips turning white.

“Fuck Grayson, your tongue feels so fucking good. Fuck!” You pant, starting to lose control as your hips buckled.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, Y/N. You taste so sweet.” He whispered, lips glistening with your juices. You wanted to bring him up so that you could taste yourself, but then he sticks a finger in.

“Holy s-shit,” You managed to spit out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. This feels like heaven, you thought. The wet sounds of your pussy & your moans were filling up the room. “You like this huh? You dirty girl, tell Daddy how much you like it?” Grayson hissed, adding another finger which just drove you crazy.

“I love it, Daddy! Please I’m gonna cum!” You cry, almost yelling. “Mm not yet, you better fucking not.” He demanded, removing his mouth and fingers. This angered you once more, but you knew what was coming next. He got up to pull down his boxers and you saw his dick smack his stomach. You’ve seen him naked before but this was something else.

Grayson was huge and you being a virgin was about to be in for a “big” awakening. “You ready doll? I will go easy on you. Don’t wanna hurt my precious girl.” He smiles, caressing your cheek. “I’m ready, Gray.” You return the smile, anxious for what was to come.

He slowly slips it in and your eyes immediately go shut. Grayson hovered over you, arms by each side.

He was going slow as he said, but it took a minute for you to adjust to his size. When you were finally adjusted, you didn’t want him to stop. He noticed you were comfortable so he started to pick up the pace. “Oh...my...god,” You gasped in between thrusts. “How does it feel, baby? Am I doing good?” He asks, as one little curl fell across his forehead. “Good? You’re doing amazing, daddy. Go faster, harder..” You moaned as you gripped his arm.

Grayson followed your wishes and started pounding into full force. Moans and whimpers started to escape his lips as well as yours. “God damn Y/N, you’re so wet and creamy. I love the way you feel mama.” He whimpered softly, now grabbing both of your legs and putting them on his shoulders. He’s fucking you so hard now, you swear you’re seeing stars. “Don’t stop…please. Feels…so good.” You whined, watching your boobs move to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Play with yourself for me. I wanna see you touch that pussy of yours.” He slurred as you obeyed. You used your dominant hand to rub your clit in circles. “Yeah just like that. Don’t stop either, doll.” He moved your left leg to his right shoulder, which allowed him to move deeper into you.

You continued to play with yourself, your hand getting sloppier with each motion. You felt yourself reaching your high, but you couldn’t keep up for much longer. “Grayson I’m getting close, but my hand it’s getting tired.” You sighed, slowing down your pace.

“Keep playing until I tell you to stop.”

With that, he was using everything in his body now. The bed was shaking and the slaps of your bodies were all that was heard. “Fuck! Holy shit Grayson!” The sheets were coming off the bed because of how hard you were gripping them.

“Cum for me baby. Give it to me. I wanna feel you cream all over this dick.” He grunted as you felt yourself release on him. “Shit shit shit,” was the only thing you could say at this point while he was reaching his end too.

“Fuck doll, daddy’s gonna fill you up. You’re so good, baby shit!” You felt him release into you, his cum filling up your tiny hole as your body shook beneath him. Grayson slowly pulled out and you felt the mix of your cum and his leak out of your pussy.

He took his pointer finger, inserted it in you then put it in your mouth so you could taste the both of you. You licked his finger clean and he pressed his lips to yours so that he could have a taste as well. He laid down next to you, embracing your body in the process. He moved the sweaty hair from your face so that he could give you a forehead kiss.

“You were amazing, beautiful. I love how vocal you were.” He expressed, giving a kiss to your lips once more.

“So were you. I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself for the rest of my life.” You giggled as he laughs as well. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have me. Nobody but you.” He responds which made your heart flutter. This is the man who you gave yourself and you couldn’t be happier.

“Goodnight Mr. Dolan.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Dolan.”

#ethan dolan #grayson dolan #grayson dolan smut #dolan twins #grayson dolan one shot #dolan twins one shot #grayson bailey dolan #grayson x reader #dolan twins imagine #grayson dolan imagine #grayson and ethan #ethan grant dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #dolan twins concept #grayson dolan concept

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vinetae · 1 year

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Baby, Baby

Genre: angst, Fluff, 16+

Warnings: Jimin begging for a baby. Mentions of rape stuff. Virgin!Reader. Reader is waiting until marriage. Jimin having baby fever. This doesn't go how you think it does, folks..

Summary: After returning from your mission trip, you and Jimin finally settle back down into his apartment. What you hadn't known, is that he was wanting to add a certain something to this relationship.

A/n: had this idea. Thought about it. Wanted to write it. Don't think about the logic of it, k? This is just fiction anyways.

Your butt sat on the edge of the couch, hand reaching atop Jimin's as you continue. "Jimin.. I just don't think our lives could handle a baby right now."

His head lowers, hand squeezing yours in return. "But- I'm really good with kids, Y/n! And we're not struggling financially and we just got back from the mission trip I think-"

You cut him off. "Jimin, I told you were going to wait until marriage to have sex." He shakes his head.

"Yes, you said sex. But this wouldn't be sex. It would be a baby." You chuckle,rolling your eyes back playfully.

"Where do you think babies come from!"

A smirk tugs his lips, teasing you. "By the stork, of course."

Your body falls back into the couch, snuggling up with it's comforting hug. Jimin joins you, pulling himself between your legs as he's faced down on his stomach. Chin resting on your belly for comfort. You'd been quite close for stuff like this, even I'd you hadn't had sex yet.

Youd decided a long time ago that abstinence had been the best birth control. The idea of having a baby the size of a grapefruit and bigger, pushed out and through your vagina had your legs clenching in fear. Not only that - you were terrified of throwing up. No, really. You hated it. Cried ever since you were little. You did everything you could to not have to throw up. So morning sickness? You don't take your chances.

You and jimin had been together for almost three years. You knew almost everything about one another, and then some. You'd grown so close, that you barely needed to speak sometimes. Just sharing an intense bond that no one else had. Like dancing gracefully to your favorite slow song, you and him were one.

Your hand comes down to tug gently at his recently dyed roots, a smile pressing your lips. His eyes drooped, pain fully expressed while his lips curled into a small pout.

"They have ways that you don't have to ever have sex, baby. Hell, i could just give you my sperm and- you know, there are lots of AMRYs that would gladly have my babies!"

That's it.

You stand up, arms flailing in the air. "Oh. They do?? Well why don't you just go and knock them up, huh! Fuck you and your baby fever, Jimin!"

His hand reaches out before you're able to walk away, pulling you back into his arms.

"No.. Y/n I'm so sorry I don't- I don't know what I was thinking.. please, sweetheart. I only want babies with you." His lips find the sweet spot along your neck, making you shudder. Pushing him away, you stand back up.

"Jimin, that's enough. No baby, and that's final."

ah, mother nature. A great sign that you had indeed escaped another month of a possible new family member. Well, not that it would've happened anyways. Jimin had backed off the subject over these few weeks. It made you feel a little bad for being so harsh with him. But he's not the one who'd be doing the birthing, the puking, the carrying, everything basically.

"Hey, Jimin could you bring me a tampon?" Hid body lightly stands, arms reaching up to pop his back before walking to the bathroom.

"Where are they?"

You shuffle around, pulling the soaked panties down your legs to kick them off. "I bought a new pack. They should be on the kitchen counter!"

He nods, walking into the kitchen for a few seconds. After some minutes pass by, he exclaims. "Found them!"

Shouldnt have taken him that lon-

"Ah, thank you-" he hands you one tampon.

Not just one tapon, no no.

One that was already opened.

Your eyebrow raises. "Jimin, did you open this?"

He nods, humming. "Mhm. I thought it'd be easier."

Something felt off about this.

Your hand slowly reaches out towards the little stick, taking it by the plastic peice. Then, you see it. A small drop of white substance blended with the tip. If you hadn't had your contacts in, you sure would've missed it. Your hand releases it quickly, as it drops to the floor.

"Jimin- did you CUM on my tampon!?"

How. How. The HELL.

You both sat on the beds edge. A silence prowling the room slowly, consuming every little sound until there had been nothing but an empty void of discussions you didn't want to have.

Tour bodies sat a foot apart from one another, both teetering on the edge. His knee bounces rapidly, as you try and contemplate what just happened.

He came on your tampon. He tried to get your pregnant, without your consent. HE CAME ON YOUR TAMPO-

"Y/n.." His voice had been just a bit higher in volume than a little door mouse. Shoulders slouched, as a frame of guilt trails his features. His hand reaches over to yours, but you pull away.

You couldn't think right now. You couldn't believe what he tried to do. What else had he done???

Your mind swarms with ever scenario he had been in with you. Handing you a pair of underwear after showering. Wearing HIS boxer briefs for comfort. Had he cum in those too?? What else had be been hiding from you?

"Y/n.. I'm sorry.."

Your head cranes, an ironic chuckle rolling past your lips. You didn't know how to feel. Angry? Scared? Horny?-

Wait.. where'd horny come from?

"W..Why would you do that, Jimin? When you know I told you specifically-"

"I know, I know.. it's just- maybe if you had no other choice-"

You stand abruptly. "No other choice?! Sounds awfully rape-y of you, Jimin." Your arms cross your chest, huffing in annoyance.

Jimin looks up, as you see stained tears fall down his cheeks. You immidiently bend at the knees, coming to cup both sides of his face. Voice a lot softer and nurturing. His hand tries to grab yours in comfort.

"I-I don't know why I did it, Y/n.. I just saw you with all those kids an-and.."

He couldn't even finish his sentence. His chest felt tight and sore, his throat dry, as he sniffs. Your arms come to wrap around his shoulders, sitting in his lap gently. Holding him as you sway the two of your side to side.

"Baby, it's okay.. I forgive you, Jimin. But please-"

His head looks up to meet your eyes. A somber twang pains your heart, as you say the words.

"Next time, repsect my decision. Please."

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Hurt me to write it too, I know.

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summercreolefanfictioner · 7 months

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Helloo! hope you're doing well, can I request a Gabimaru x Yui fanfic? where it's them reunited with each other and spending quality time with each other. (please include kissing and stuff if that's okay)

this is how I imagined it anon

the peek at the return (based on ending)

pairing: gabimaru x yui

summary: "we'll be taking two beds" a phrase that frustrated yui since their reunion

theme: mentions of sex but more on fluff

They were together, finally. After everything they've been through, from the awkward stage of their arranged marriage to the undeniable blooming love between them (plus the whole Shinsenkyo journey just so he can return to her as a free man), this was the moment they've been waiting for.

Gabimaru ran towards her, and with full speed at that, tears streaming down his face as he was filled with excitement because Yui was there. Yui is real. Yui existed and she was faring well despite their brief separation. And she wasted no time embracing him in her arms because she missed him so much, crying to each other because everything, everything was all worth it.

However, their reunion was met by a reality. Because despite Yui's wisdom and encouragement, Gabimaru is aware that she has never set foot outside Iwagakure, confided in her own home like it's a prison. Hence her obvious actions of being delighted at things she had never seen before. And it wasn't like she was as dumb as a rock (it was a lie he told Sagiri during his execution), it was just simply her being unaware of the world outside.

And so, Gabimaru would be so protective of her, narrowing his eyes in suspicion whenever a stranger approaches her to buy their goods or they simply want to know about the scar. Like seriously, while some of them have good intentions, he could clearly sense a few who wanted to take advantage of her innocence, probably trying to scam her with a poisonous wine or thinking she was some kind of lost damsel in distress that they need to help.

Yui was oblivious about these details though, despite being the wisest person he knew. After all, she was so lost in the idea of finally spending time alone with Gabimaru that the idea of bad people coming onto them hasn't crossed her mind for a bit (well, for now since everything was getting too good to be true.)

They enjoyed their little time outdoors, discovering new things and having their own "date" as what most people would like to call it... until they had to book an inn before setting foot to travel again. And it might seem unnatural, but Yui blushed at the mention of the word "inn" that she couldn't contain herself.

It wasn't like the two of them hadn't done it. They already did... well, like two to three times. Most of the time, they would be stealing glances and kissing each other in secret. Sometimes, they would just sit in the backyard, admiring the sky while holding hands and smiling at each other because silence between them was so comfortable they could only wish time would stop so they can always be that way.

But now, it was different, for Yui at least. She only knew about inns based on a couple of books she had read at her home or how some ninjas would mention about staying in an inn and sometimes having sex with prostitutes or some random paramour they met. And only thinking about what a man and a woman alone in a room could be doing sends her in a haze of embarrassment and confusion.

Of course, it was inevitable that sooner or later, they will do the deed. After all, it has been so long since they have done it. She's not sure if she can "serve" him as well as she did the night where they shared passion and heat together.

And so when they entered the nearby inn, the old lady was already talking to Gabimaru as Yui shyly held onto his arm. Her husband noted her behavior, wondering the reason behind the sudden shift of her mood.

"How many beds?" the lady asked nicely.

Gabimaru was about to say something, but given Yui's actions, he seemed to change his mind.

"We'll be taking two beds."

Yui has never felt the urge to slap herself. Never. But she sure is now as she hugs her pillow to herself in frustration, frowning over the fact that her dear husband decided to take a room with two separate beds. Like what the hell, right? They're a couple. He should've just stuck with a room with a bed perfect for two people. But no. Gabimaru began being so nice he thought he was just being a gentleman.

And then she sighed. It's not like she can take it all out on him. It's her fault to begin with. She should've just insisted on one bed instead of being silent and moping like some kind of kid who didn't get their candy.

The door slid open and Gabimaru placed a tray of food on the near table.

"We should eat first before taking a bath."

Now Yui was startled at that.

"Did you just say 'bath'?"

Gabimaru was confused at her reaction. He thought she would be glad that he's inviting her. Well, there's still a reluctant part of him that doesn't want to dip in the warm water and feel his body relax. However, things are different now. No one's going to come after them so he can take all the time in the world to relax and spend his days loving Yui.

"Umm... you don't want to?"

Now that brought Yui a bit of joy. The worries and frustrations she's been having died down and were replaced by a genuine smile.

"I want to."

When bath time came, Gabimaru thought Yui would be far more ecstatic since she always had a hard time coaxing him to bathe together. Like he imagined her to be overjoyed, probably rejoicing at the fact that he was now taking a dip in the water with her. But it wasn't the case.

It's like we're two strangers bathing separately, he thought while watching her clean up before taking a dip after him.

There is a sudden shift in Yui's mood that he couldn't pinpoint, and he knew it all started when they entered this place. All Gabimaru could think of was maybe she was sensing something bad in here or... hmm... he couldn't think of anything else, to be honest.

So he scooted closer to her, his breath warm on her exposed skin as he spoke.

"We can go find a new place if you want."

Yui shrieked at that, eyes wide with cheeks blushing as she turned to him in surprise. And it didn't help the fact that her husband was looking every bit of the man he is now that his hair was shorter and he was glistening from the bath. Plus, they were both naked bathing together.

That only made her blush even further, but the realization of his words had her going back to reality.

"W-What do you mean, dear?" she asked in confusion.

"You've been acting odd since we came here," he pointed out, a concern showing in his expression. "If this place makes you uncomfortable, we can find somewhere else, you know."

"A-Ah, i-it's not l-l-like that!" She was nervous as hell. Yui didn't know how to tell him that since they reunited, it didn't occur to her the fact that they might be doing some lovemaking afterwards.

Don't get her wrong. She's not particularly opposed to it. It's more like she was nervous if she'd do well.

"I know it felt like years since we got separated due to... circumstances," Yui preferred not to mention her father in this case, "and I completely wanted to be with you. I... I am just not prepared if we ever go further than... y-you know..."

Gabimaru only stared at her blankly, taking in her words into consideration because he only wanted to make her happy as always. If he was being honest, he wanted to go further than just hugging and kissing. The moment he was trudging towards the nunnery he was already anticipating the fact that he would be touching her in places no one would see and kissing every inch of her like there's no tomorrow.

He missed her so bad. So bad that he wanted to consume her despite the overwhelming emotions and his slight nervousness. After all, they weren't still used to this. They're both young, and they still have a lot more to go.

And so Gabimaru trapped her, caging her in his arms as her back hit the end of the tub. Yui's heartbeat was louder at each second, gulping as she waited for him to speak.

"Yui, I can still control myself at this phase," he told her, but for some reason, it was like a warning. The way he was staring intently at her hazel eyes down to her lips until he was making out her form underwater was making her warm. "So if you're not ready, I'm not going to force you. Is that okay with you?"

"O-okay."

But he still wasn't budging from his spot. He was still staring at her as if to say he wasn't done.

"My limit's short, in case you don't know. So if you show me a bit of interest, you'll know what's coming for you."

His last words were making it difficult for Yui to sleep in her own bed. It was getting harder and harder to breathe because she kept repeating them in her head. And the fact that he was just sleeping in his own bed with no care wasn't helping.

S-Should I move?

Yui wanted it to happen so badly, but her doubts kept getting the best out of her.

I want to touch my husband.

She dared a move from her bed.

Tsuki...

And so she moved out of her bed as quietly as possible, though it was futile. Gabimaru's a talented ninja. As if he wouldn't sense someone walking around the room or breaking in while asleep. And ever so slowly, she sat on his bed, almost touching his hair if it weren't for him reaching out a hand and grabbing her wrist.

"D-Dear..."

"Yui..." his deep voice sounded like he really needed that sleep, making her feel a bit guilty for waking him up, "I thought you were asleep."

Gabimaru still had his eyes closed, preserving sleep as much as he could because all those years of training deprived him of such peace. But his wife needed him at this moment. Maybe he could forgo it for now.

"I... I actually wanted to..." Yui closed her eyes in embarrassment, afraid of the reaction she might see. "I wanted to touch you."

Gabimaru opened his eyes and sat up, yawning to remove any trace of sleep. He looked at his wife, noticing how she was waiting nervously for his response, fisting on the fabric of her night kimono tightly while staring down in embarrassment. After a few seconds, he leaned closer, his forehead touching hers before going in for a surprise kiss, something that she accepted despite the initial shock.

His face was still close to hers when he said, "I still hold what I said earlier."

Yui nodded, her heart beating loudly despite telling herself she was mentally prepared for this.

He caressed her cheek with one hand and smiled softly. Yui would have to forgive him for being so greedy because he had wanted to embrace her so bad since meeting her at the nunnery.

"Itadakimasu."

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webslingingslasher · 1 month

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“hey, i might not wait til marriage but you are and that's fucking cool”🥹🥹🥹 this is so cute and made me feel so good AHHH <3

okay I need to SPILL.

first I wanna say i know this isn’t a big deal and when I eventually talk to him about it, he’ll be reassuring but I’m freaking out first and i wanna talk to the girlies first instead, but I do feel like I can tell him (bc if u can’t talk ab these things w someone, you shouldn’t have sex w them in the first place)

but bro I am FREAKING out HDNDNDND. we’ve been looking at rings. he hasn’t proposed because he said he still wants me to be surprised and stuff but we got carried away talking one night and he let it slip that he wants to marry me and somehow we started looking at rings. we went to a couple shops just to get general ideas bc I have no idea what I want!!

ANYWAYS. I was super excited and I had a full blown freak out earlier😀 I’ve been waiting til marriage my whole life (I’m 23) but he hasn’t, he had multiple sexual partners in high school and college and a couple before he met me. I was just thinking ab our future wedding night bc it’s getting super real now and I don’t think it’ll be that far in the future and I was like omfg. this whole wait and it’ll be over in one night. like “that’s so exciting, FINALLY” type thing bc the wait has been hard😭 I’m just a girl and he’s soodkdjdkskskksskso sexy😭

and then I was like…. It’s all over in one night

and I was like, wait. I’m a virgin virgin. he isn’t. even just fingering/head (which I literally cannot WAIT for😭) is gonna be new bc I’ve never had another guys fingers in me and whatever. and I’m not nervous at all, I’m so excited, I’ve waited so long as u can imagine JDJDKDK but I was like realistically, it’ll probably be overwhelming. and then ur meant to do everything in one go? even in most ‘normal’ relationships where people aren’t waiting till marriage, you don’t usually go from 0-100 in a single night😭 that’s kinda insane. like ‘oh you’ve only kissed a boy? well here is literally everything under the sun!”

and I think I just realised today, for the first time, that maybe that wont realistically be what I want. like doing some things and then the rest after. like we’re gonna be married forever (that’s the plan😭) so we have all this time to go it yk. not that I’d necessarily wanna wait super long after we’re married, but I just feel kinda… bad. like, he’s waited this whole time, just for me. imagine we get married and he’s super excited to finally get to hit and in like “actually……..🤣”

idk. I just feel a little alone because even the religious/non-religious ppl I know (who decided to wait just because), none of them felt this way. they were so ready to just jump in and start boning (as they should bc the wait hasn’t been easy😭) but idk I feel… idk. I feel like that might not be me, like I feel like I might need a little more time just to get used to like, everything in reality yk. bc it’s all fun and games saying it rn but I realised earlier, when I started really thinking about it, that I haven’t done anything and realistically, even ppl that don’t wsit need more time yk.

he obviously won’t make me feel bad for this either, he’s not a monster & he’s very understanding but I’m just spiralling.

this might not even be a problem, realistically the second we’re married I might not even make it to the after party and just be like “dick in me now pls” but… ifkdjdjddjdjw

I’m thinking too much lol. I’ve waited 23 years and it’s so real now that my mind is spinning. I’m sorry for the ramble but thank u for listening & for the girlie talk JDJDJDX💗💗💗💗💗💗 i love u so much

(I am sooo ready to get married tho😭💗)

i am so happy for you both!!! i really wish you the best of luck!

i think him being experianced will help out so much in the long run, but girl, there's nothing to worry about! if he's waited this long, what's a little more? like you said, you may change your mind but you said you wanted to wait until marriage. so i'm with you, why does it have to be your wedding night?

it sounds like he's going at your pace and he's in no rush to bed you either. you already know you're gonna talk to him about this so kudos! and coming from me, it sounds like you're ready for sex and that's awesome.

you're excited and that's the most important. (after loving and trusting your man.) trust me, it'll be worth the wait and i can't wait to hear about the proposal!

#thanks anon!

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dairy-farmer · 2 years

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Okay, first, congrats on giving your kitty his furever home! I'm very excited for you!! Second, being post dental surgery is the worst

:( but I have some fic thoughts I thought you might enjoy?

Okay, because I'm on a Ra'sTim kick (I say as if I won't ship Tim with literally anyone at any time) I was thinking about an AU where in order to get Ra's help and get Bruce back, Tim makes a deal where he must allow himself to be courted by Ra's for like a year and day, because Ra's is extra. Tim and Ra's go back and forth on the exact wording for a long time, and it basically works out to: have spend x amount of time together. Tim has to publicly acknowledge the engagement/courtship, has to genuinely listen to Ra's side and vice versa, and Tim's big thing is after a year of honestly giving it a try, he can say no, but he also has to be an equal partner, in whatever role he takes. There would be other fun things you could add in for extra fluff or angst, which ever way you wanted to go. I personally love the idea of Tim insisting that he's very traditional and Ra's must get his Daddy's approval (Or Bruce in this case lol) because he'll only get married if he can have a big white wedding where he's given away by B.

I think, if I wrote it (which I'm not because I'm still working on my current WIPs at a snails paces T.T) I would either go for a very soft, very fluffy fairytale sort of writing, with the end being a kind of happy "Tim fucks off to get married, has lots of smutty sex and babies, and is very happy, even while the undercurrents of the story have a fucked up edge" or an angsty story of self destruction and recreating yourself over and over again for the temporary pleasure of approval only for the sting of never being enough in the long run. Both would have soft aspects, but also a lot of fucked up codependency from various relationships both platonic and romantic, and I think depending on what you focus on, it could be such a cool story idea. Idk, what do you think, and what direction would you want to take it in (assuming you're even into this idea/I'm not bothering you!)

(Btw, I need Tim in pretty green and gold lingerie, complete with corset and stockings in matching high heels sitting on Ra's desk, one heel dangerously close being very painful for Ra's where it rest on his lap. Tim is desperately horny and frustrated, because obviously, Ra's is a firm believer in waiting for marriage, and he needs to get his pussy wrecked now, because Ra's keeps teasing him and Tim is doing his best to make his control snap like a high tension steel wire- that is to say, snap hard, fast and with a lot of potential for collateral ;)

Anyways, I hope you have a great day.

Cheers, ♡♡♡

thank you🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰!!!! i hope you're healing well and feel better soon!! ❤️

and a fairytale-esque fic for rastim would be perfect!!!! just by nature the two of them would just skew a bit darker than normal because of how ra's is and how tim does have an unfortunate tendency to be more likely to go dark (i mean you can see the amount of universes where a tim who loses everything goes bad and facist so tim does have a risk of turning out like that). but with it having a fairytale edge it'd be nice to see two people who's pain is rarely awknowledged find happiness in each other.

it'd also be hilarious to see tim's whole narrative flipped on its head like halfway through when he realizes how much he actually likes ra's time and attention and would very much like more of it!! only ra's won't fuck him because tim told him he wanted to wait until marriage and until bruce gave him away as a bride.

cue tim trying to get ra's to give into temptation because he knows the sexually charged comments ra's has given him before. wearing short and tight clothing, see through clothing. finally he wait's in ra's gotham office reclined in nice gold three and green lingeries where everything can be seen. tim know ra's is staring at the pretty pink seam of his cunt as his digs the sole of his heel into the half chub that ra's is rocking.

bruce and the rest of the family getting traumatized, tapping tim's phone and seeing the messages they send each other...the pictures.

tim getting courted for the year and finally getting to marry and consummate with ra's. it's a beautiful wedding and people like it if they ignore how tim and ra's are pretty blatantly necking at the head table.

tim and ra's both find peace and acceptance in each other because although ra's may have started it out as a ploy and tim started out knowing it was as such they really did grow to enjoy each other's company. they liked how they felt when they were together and while they may have some ideological differences they are smoothed over with exposure to each other.

tim is the definition of an 'i can fix him' girlie but then he actually delivers!!!!!!!!

#anonymous #answered asks #asks

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noemiztherat · 1 year

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Non mi interessa, io ti amo

chapter 1

sister imperator does ricky's hair while humming

"come on Tesoro cheer up today is a great day!"

"How can it be a great day? today is my arranged marriage!"

"It's not that bad, you're marrying papa terzo, do you have any idea how many sisters of sin would like to be in your place?"

imperator arranges a kind of headband with a wedding veil in y/n's hair.

"let them take it then!" she nearly screamed as she turned to face her mother to look into her eyes.

"you know it doesn't work like that, papa chose you and you can't refuse" imperator said in a mortified but serious tone.

"but why me? with all the sisters of sin willing to marry him why me?"

"I don't know cara you should ask him" she lets out a sigh, he doesn't like to see her daughter like this but she can't help.

y/n he stood up and started pacing his room while cursing

"Ma dio cane, una giornata più di merda non può esistere!" imperator puts her hands on y/n shoulders and guides her to sit down in front of the dressing table again, and she massages her shoulders a little to try to calm her down.Imperator try to console her

"come on it could have been worse"

y/n he turned to look at her as if to say are you kidding me?

"mamma, what's worse than getting married to a man you don't love, and who has stuck his cock in almost all the holes in the abbey?" imperator stood there for a moment then she put a hand on her daughter's shoulder "Tesoro, trust me it could have been much worse" y/n rolls her eyes, clearly not convinced. imperator receives a notification on her phone, she looks at it and then speaks.

"now I have to go, fai la brava, and don't ruin your dress" y/n is wearing a long black dress, the kind where the bottom part crawls a bit on the floor, and she had a ⛤ shaped drain on her breast and she had the long sleeves

"As you want, genitrice" she crosses her arms

imperator leaves chuckling a little at the title of genitrice.

Y/n looked in the mirror for a bit, then she furiously tossed her hair, even hurting herself a bit by pulling it. Then she angrily threw the black wedding veil on the dressing table.She had tears in her eyes. she didn't want to get married, much less take that man in marriage.

y/n she realized that she felt she was being watched, someone was watching her….

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Terzo was watching her from behind a painting in y/n's room, the good part of being born and raised in the abbey is that you know her inside and out like your own pockets. Terzo couldn't wait to see the girl he had chosen as his bride and consequently as his prime mover. he'd seen her during the sermons and around the abbey but he'd never been able to talk to her she was too elusive but he wanted her so bad, he'd never had there ever been a woman who made his dick contract like that and he'd never even talked to her, imagine what would happen if she was under him taking his cock like good girl do, he wanted to fuck her until she begged for mercy. But it wasn't just about sex, in all his years of life terzo never had a woman who made his heart beat so fast, terzo wanted to meet her, terzo wants to love her, but he never managed to find her, she was always very fast to leave the chapel after the sermons and was hardly ever around the abbey corridors. So he decided to go to his father and sister Imperator to find out the identity of the mysterious and charming girl. He described her perfectly and was stunned when imperator told him that the girl was her daughter. but at least he found out her name.... y/n.....

And without thinking twice terzo told to his father and to imperator that he wanted y/n as his bride and as his prime mover. Imperator refuse at first but terzo imposed himself and imperator had to accept and now we are in this situation. Terzo was spying on y/n, he was too impatient to wait to see her at the altar. he knew that by tradition he shouldn't look at her but he was never the type of person to follow the rules, he watched her as she violently let her hair down and threw her veil away, she was beautiful even when she was upset, after a while he notice that she realized she was being watched. Y/n looked around trying to figure out where that feeling came from. Terzo had spied on her a couple of times before but she had never noticed he was watching her before. ricky stares at the painting for a while, terzo's heart was pounding at the idea of being discovered, after a while ricky looked away and rubbed her eyes.

"You just tired y/n" she says to herself.

terzo go back to where he came from to get behind the paint, he wanted to see y/n for real.

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#papa emeritus iii x reader #ghost band #ghost band fanfic #ghost bc

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buckyswifesblog · 1 year

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Having an affair with Andy Barber pt5

Pairing: Reader x Ransom

Summer: Yn saw Ransom cheat and left him

Warning: None

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yn have been working in the law department for 5 months she got comfortable with everyone around even Neal, but deep down yn had a bad feeling about him every corner she turn there was Neal staring at her. She ask Andy if he was like that, Andy just give her a nod with his head since Neal was outside waiting for Andy.

Ransom didn’t like the idea about his girl working with a lawyer more knowing what he was going to do with his grandpa, ransom knew yn had a feeling on what he was going to do but he wanted to make sure she will not open her mouth not even with her boss Andy.

The weird part about all this is that Andy couldn’t take yn had of his mind every time he saw Laurie he saw yn, even while doing sex Andy will imagine yn jumping on his dick and moaning, Laurie didn’t knew what Andy was thinking about Laurie didn’t knew that Andy didn’t love her anymore and was in love with a girl 5 years younger than him, for yn wasn’t weird she knew she was In love with her boss ,she wouldn’t even had sex with ransom more than ransom will get mad over yn reaction. Yn didn’t knew what ransom was about to do and that is find his ex lover the girl that ransom cheated on yn. Yn never knew that her friend Albina will do this to her

1 week after

Yn come home early and heard some weird noise in her bedroom she thought they were robbing the place until she hear her friend voice, she walk slowly upstairs and peek in the crack of the door and there’s were yn saw her friend and boyfriend having sex on her bed in her house, in was yn house since ransom never help with the bills or something, she walk down the stairs out to the door a cry in hallway, she knew that it was bad falling for her boss and now seeing this at the other hand yn was glad she saw this and was save. Yn and ransom talk about marriage and all the stuff now that yn saw this she knew she will had to make a choice stay with ransom to see what he is planning against his grandpa or break up with him and continue like nothing happened.

After yn saw her friend leave she get out of the car and walk to the house like nothing had happened, yn voice with ransom was clam and lovely, ransom started to talk to yn on what he was going to do with his grandpa. He told her every detail, ransom wanted to see if yn will rat on him or protected him for, the cops

Ransom: so i know what I’m going to do with my grandpa

Yn: what ?

Ransom: I’m going to Possing him

Yn: oh why

Ransom: cuz like that I will not know it was me and blame someone from the family

Yn: oh ok

Yn was shocked in what she just heard but she decided to be clam and not freak out if not ransom will see how she really was.

Next morning

Yn saw the bed empty and ransom key cars was not there also she quickly pick up her stuff everything she owns and left but before leaving she left a note to ransom.

Dear Ransom

I saw what u and Albina did and all I will say is that y’all both will be perfect together, we both know that we are different in life and that u won’t be there if we every got married or had kids. Probably Albina will be happy with ur kid

And about ur grandpa I won’t tell anyone what u told me or send the recording, I will send it if u come looking for me. I am sick of ur abuse

Wish all the best with the snake

With Love

Yn yln <3

Ps: you were the worst boyfriend I been with over 7 years

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #ynn #chris evans x original female character #fanfic #chris evans smut #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber imagine #story time

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artinandwritin · 2 years

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Okay so I think I remember you saying Siri is asexual, and I was just wondering how she realized/if she realized and what she calls how she feels about sex (if any), and also what she told Gustav?

(I’m sorry if that makes no sense I’ve just been wondering about this lately)

Ohhhh this is a fun question! I've actually been thinking about this too lately and id love to talk about it!

Siri actually realised she's asexual pretty late, only after her wedding and honeymoon. Before that, she never had an opportunity to learn this about herself, as she and Gustav waited until marriage to have sex and Siri wasn't very interested in touching herself. We can say the both of them were very, very inexperienced going into their wedding night.

Her actual realisation had a few phases, the first being in the bedroom as she and her new husband were getting ready for bed/something more. With the way Gustav looked at her, she got the feeling she was "supposed" to feel something more than what she was feeling (read as; she feels no sexual attraction). Something more foreign, next to the overflowing love she felt when looking at him.

However, she decided to put that idea (and the voice in her head saying she'd rather cuddle instead of be intimate) aside and tried to enjoy the night. And she did, she certainly did (even if it was awkward and neither of them knew what to do), but she hadn't needed it. She enjoyed snuggling into Gustav's chest afterwards a lot more and would've been content with just kisses and the occasional touch.

Siri hoped her feelings would have disappeared by morning, but they hadn't. While Gustav seemed eager to... Go at it again, Siri just wanted breakfast in bed and some cuddles to start the day. While that was all good and okay, Siri herself didn't know how to feel about it.

Her second phase of realisation came when talking to other married women about her wedding night. While most of them described an intense feeling of need and all that shabang, Siri couldn't relate. By now, she started to feel scared something was wrong with her, because there couldn't be. She wanted a family, right? She should want to be intimate with her husband, surely now, right after their wedding night.

So, when anything about the matter was asked, she just nodded, forcing herself to smile and lie that she was very happy about that part of her marriage.

A few days went by and Siri just... Tried her best, mainly for Gustav. He kind of knew something was up, but didn't really expect it to be about that. Neither of them had ever heard about asexuality, after all, and Siri still had yet to gather the courage to talk to Gustav about her feelings. She didn't want him to feel like he was doing something wrong either - she didn't even know what to tell him.

However, after a few bad comments about, "how they must be going at it like rabbits", with how tired Siri looked most of the time because of being awake at night, the poor girl broke down to Gustav, telling him all about how she was feeling and how sometimes, love making felt amazing but most times, she would rather be doing anything else with him.

While Gustav was a bit confused, he tried to be as understanding as he could, mainly telling her he loves her the way she is and asking her to tell him when she wasn't in the mood, so he could make sure he wasn't crossing any boundaries.

Siri, of course, was as relieved as could be by his answer, and was slowly able to accept that intimacy wasn't something she craved and that it wasn't something needed for a healthy relationship. After that, they also had a small honeymoon (on Siri's request) and were sure to keep Siri's asexuality in mind, even if they themselves didn't have a name for her feelings.

Of course, this didn't take away that they did want a family (mainly Siri, again) and intimacy was kinda... Needed for that if they couldn't adopt. Niv was unplanned, having been conceived about two months after GusSiri's wedding, but after his "death" and a long grieving period, Siri did want to try again for a little family, so new boundaries had to be set between them about the whole sex thing. Unfortunately, their second pregnancy turned out to be stillborn, and the third and fourth were both miscarriages, so Siri was completely sick of being intimate after that, not only because of being ace, but now also because of the trauma of losing not one, but four kids in less than four years.

So, yeah, luckily Sunniva came along, but after that, Siri asked to change the boundaries once again to, "please, no more. Just cuddles, nothing else", and while Gustav was a bit... Confused by it, he accepted, and they went on their merry way with that in mind for a while.

For a short recap cuz this was a long textpost lmao, Siri doesn't have a name for her asexuality, realised it during her first days of being married and she and Gustav put down very clear boundaries after that, which changed when they started trying for a family! If we put it in more understandable terms, she feels no sexual attraction, but isn't repulsed by sex. She would just rather do anything else.

Hope this answers your question!! I had so much fun writing this ngl, it's a fun topic to explore. Thank you for the question bestie!! <333

#siri vínteri #artinandwritin's lore #no cuz i can just imagine gussiri both being confused af by siris feelings #because like she does adore making out and stuff but the other thing is just a step too far for her #they do keep it between themselves tho as to give siri some privacy in the matter #it's very gussiri too to just c u d d l e every night and not do anything else #fits them very well #do think it's very sad how siri went from just being ace to having an actual trauma around the topic because it relates to losing her kids #poor bby

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damn why everything about puentalay is sad if you think about it more than for five seconds (like they literally died wtF)... I'm not same anon, hope you don't mind if I'll tell my opinion. i headcanon talay as overthinther and someone who doesn't easily trust people. so i think he needed alcohol to relax and finally try to be close with someone.. and even then he wasn't fully in the process you know. his head was still working. so i headcanon that talay didn't go all the way with his previous partners before he decided to stop and focus fully on his dream to become colourist. so (maybe it's just me liking to see how partners experience something together for the first time) puen was the first person to eat talay out. idk i like how you describe it so i think it was out of this world experience for both of them.

puen on the other hand... especially when he was inexperienced he was driven by emotions. and easily caught feelings for his costars/people he worked with. and i think he would let do anything his partner would have asked him to do. but he wasn't lucky, he wasn't on the same wavelength as his partners. they didn't let him cuddle after or even if they hugged him they didn't stay the night. so he always was alone in the morning. something like that. so for puen 'i wanted to wake up and see that someone was waiting for me' is the feeling he experienced with talay for the first time

gay talay and bi puen is canon in novel (in the novel there's scene where talay comes out to puen) <3

HEY ANON JUST OUT OF CURIOSITY HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT MARRIAGE BECAUSE YOU'VE BASICALLY READ MY MIND WITH SOME OF THOSE DETAILS!!!!!

LIKE!!!!! PUEN BEING THE FIRST PERSON TO EAT TALAY OUT IS ACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE HEADCANONS!!!!! because, see, i do think talay has had some drunken one night stands in the past, but i think all of them were very... im not sure if 'performative' is the exact word im looking for ;;;;;;; what i mean is that i feel like the sex talay got out of those was always the kind that focused on getting each other off as quickly as possible, with orgasm as the goal to achieve at all costs, which isn't intrinsically bad, but in his case it never allowed him to really explore pleasure and what he might have wanted. like you said, at one point i can definitely see him just going through the motions, drifting out of his body and back into his head despite the alcohol, and that's why he eventually decided to stop. maybe this is why im so into the idea of puen taking his time to explore talay's body and taking him apart until talay is a shivering incoherent mess under him, because i like the idea of talay finally having a partner he can connect and communicate with, someone he trusts enough to let himself go and help him find out what he likes and dislikes

i also think that before meeting each other, love and sex have always been two very distinct and separate things for both puen and talay, and not necessarily because of their choice. especially in puen's case, i think he often went looking for love but only found sex. AND I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT PUEN WANTING TO WAKE UP AND SEEING SOMEONE WAITING FOR HIM UNDER THIS LIGHT AS WELL BUT NOW I AM AND IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE AND I FEEL LIKE WALKING STRAIGHT INTO TRAFFIC ABOUT IT. because i can see it so well!!!! puen always waking up to an empty bed afterwards or to people leaving and asking them to stay but always getting the same answer: it's been fun but im not interested in more. this would also explain why things went so disastrously bad with talay in episode 4, because he actually fell in love with talay and didn't know how to act, his only experience with anything remotely close to romance coming from his roles as an actor and one night stands that never went anywhere. now he gets to wake up to talay lying next to him every single day of his life, though, and that's all that matters

ANYWAY I HAVE LAY'S IN MY CUPBOARD JUST SAYING

#THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR THOUGHTS ANON!!!!!!#and for letting me know that gay talay and bi puen is canon!!!!#also let's just focus on how they have each other now and sadness is just a thing from the past!!!!#vice versa #puentalay #m: ask

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servin-up-surveys · 9 months

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survey #178

What was the last big change through which you went? Do you deal well with change, typically? Have you always? The very obvious answer is how much my legs have improved. Walking is usually more uncomfortable than fucking agony nowadays, and after being so used to the extreme weakness in my legs, I've come leaps and bounds. Change can still stress me out, but I've definitely gotten friendlier towards it.

What is something fun you have done within the past week? I watched Girt finish Nier; it's his all-time favorite game so I loved watching him be all enthusiastic about it and share interesting stuff. I'd actually already seen him play it once, MANY years ago, but I completely didn't remember the plot (he finished the game when I was so done and VERY much barely conscious lol), and this time he played the "Replicant" remake, so the quality of everything was improved. I thought it was great, its soundtrack is especially astounding.

Have you ever read any self-help books? Nah, I'm not nearly interested enough in the genre to get past a couple pages.

Do you thank the bus driver? Yes, you should thank any person that serves the public; bus drivers, waiters, everything. That's just common sense to me, like it's so rude to not show appreciation for someone serving YOUR needs. "But it's their job to ____," I don't give a fuck say thank you you ungrateful shit.

Are you scared of needles? Only very long needles that penetrate very deeply.

Do you know anyone who is/was a drug addict? Yes.

Do you tend to cave into peer pressure? No.

Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? Yes.

Who was the last person you went to the movies with? Girt. I'm TRYING to talk him into seeing Barbie now lmfao, I don't think it's happening though. It kinda surprised me how unwilling he is, and I do kiiiinda worry he's fallen into the "it shits on men too hard" crowd, but I don't know.

Do you ever fear falling asleep? Well yes, for some reason no doctor has been able to confidently figure out, I have severe nightmares/terrors nearly any time I fall asleep. This has been going on for years though so by THIS point it's not so much fear, but annoyance.

What do you think is the youngest age someone should lose their virginity? I'd personally be very nervous if I knew my kid was having sex before 16, but I'm completely aware that it's not very realistic; teens developing a genuine libido is gonna happen and they're gonna do what teens do. I feel like this would, for the most part, vary with the person and their level of maturity and self-discipline, but what do I know.

Do you believe in abstaining from sex until marriage? That's a personal choice that isn't mine to make for anyone but me, HOWEVER I do see how waiting until you're legally bound to see how sexually compatible you are may not be a great idea. That's very important to some people so you should know this before you get married, in my own personal opinion.

What is your sexual orientation? Pansexual.

What is something you have acquired with age? TOLERANCE, open-mindedness, the ability to see what's right and wrong is almost never black and white and those also aren't the same thing for every single person, and that's okay. I've definitely learned to see that the world isn't experienced only through my own eyes and my moral compass.

Do you enjoy history? I really don't, I do believe it's important to know history to be aware of what's been tried and failed + why, but I'm just not interested, man. I also was so bad at dates and names and I just found it all boring.

Have you ever changed religions? Haha three times I guess; OG was Roman Catholic just because I was raised that way from birth, but it quickly turned to Christianity, in my earlier 20s I felt the most connection to Neo-Paganism, now I'm an agnostic/atheist of sorts. Got very high doubts that's ever changing.

Have you ever lied about your gender? Nah.

Have you ever designed your own Facebook timeline cover? I've EDITED pictures for that purpose, but I've never like, made some sort of collage or anything for this purpose.

What is one site that closed down that you wish would come back? Give me back my kabam.com Dragons of Atlantis game please I want it back the app is not the same

Are you a fan of the Saw movies? I've never really watched them, honestly, and I'm not very interested just because of the SHEER level of "you don't want to picture this" the traps are. It's not the gore that gets me, I just don't want to imagine going through that stuff; physically seeing it in movie form is anxiety-inducing.

Do you ever forget how old your siblings are? Only my half-siblings; I have none of their ages memorized. It's not that I care less because they're "just half," instead it's that they're not regulars in my life, like I see them once every good few years for a few days at most.

Who last talked about kissing you? Girt, I'm sure.

Did you speak to your father today? No, I haven't for a while. And I'm sure I won't until my nephew's birthday party on the 19th.

Would you ever get gauged ears? The first holes in my earlobes are; they're only 4mm and I don't plan on going any larger because one ear in particular will almost certainly tear if I push it any further.

Do you believe in moving in together before engagement or marriage? That's MY preference, like I definitely think it's wise to see how you exist in the same home before you tie the knot.

Did you ever give a hickey to the last person you kissed or you guys didn’t go that far? Yes.

List five of your favorite YouTubers. Markiplier (I don't really watch his content anymore but he as a person I still adore), GameGrumps, Rhett & Link (I haven't watched their stuff in many years now, but like Mark, I still adore them as individuals), John Wolfe, and Snake Discovery are all up there, but I definitely love more than five.

What pet names do you use with your significant other? All the usual ones I can think of, some far more than others.

Who is your best online friend? Mazzy and Tez aren't just my best online friends, they're my closest friends out of anyone if you're not counting my boyfriend and mother.

Who knows more about you: online friends or offline? HAHAHAHA ONLINE, I have ALWAYS been WAY more open about myself online, especially in terms of hobbies and interests and artistic stuff I do.

What’s something you find unconventionally romantic? Someone teaching you about something they're passionate about. Like how sweet is it that they wanna share that joy with you. YES you can overdo this and be overbearing about it, but in willing doses, I think this is very cute to share your passions.

List 3-10 things in nature you find amazing. Sentient existence itself (hell, even non-aware organisms are fucking fascinating), outer space, evolution, life and death and how it goes back into life in an everlasting cycle, mountains and volcanoes, canyons where you can see time right in front of your face in the layers of rock, fossils, really clear water, love and affection being exhibited beyond just the human species, and the deep ocean. I could go on for a LONG time, nature is endlessly fascinating.

What is one song that you've been listening to on repeat lately? "Platz Eins" by Lindemann is one.

Do you enjoy creative writing? Yes, very much.

Do you sleep with just a sheet in summer when it's hot? No, I change out blankets. Thicker comforter in the cold months, a thin blanket when it's hot.

Do you get bursts of creative energy or is it more consistent? I feel like I definitely have this baseline creativity going on, like I get especially artistic ideas so regularly (I have ongoing lists of a variety of art-based projects I wanna get to some day), however I absolutely do have bursts of increased creative drive. I fucking love those.

Have you ever been chased by a dog? Not by one that had any intention of hurting me; just pets chasing while playing.

Is your voice high, low, or somewhere in the middle? It's definitely lower than your average woman's.

What's the next friend or family birthday coming up? Will you buy them a present? Mom's is the 5th. And no, I have literally no source of income so I physically can't even buy her a candy bar or some shit, and it's fucking embarrassing and honestly agonizing to be That Person who goes into her bday empty-handed. I could write or draw something, but I haven't been able to think of what yet...

What was the last book you read? I'm currently reading Wings of Fire: Darkness of Dragons by Tui T. Sutherland. I've gotten into the habit of reading before bed and I'm enjoying it.

What are your plans for tomorrow? Nothing.

Is there a gang problem in your area? Not in my very specific area, but this city absolutely does, no one likes this place.

Do you make your Starbucks order more complicated if it isn't busy? I don't even go to Starbucks.

Would you date an already attached person? Hell no. In MY romantic relationships, you're picking me or them, and there's no in-between.

When you marry, will you wear white? I doubt it, I think I'm probably gonna wear black. But white is still possible.

Is there anything significant happening this month? Mom's and Ryder's birthdays, and I know Ryder will have a party. This weekend I'm going to Girt's sister's new place for the first time; I know that's not really "significant," but dude, anything that breaks my daily routine is worthwhile to mention in my world lol.

What are your grandfathers’ names? I only remember my mom's dad's name, which was William.

Have you ever seen a snake in real life? Living to 27 and not seeing a single snake, at least here, would be extremely odd. Yeah, I've seen plenty, I have a pet snake in my own house.

Do you know anyone that has been held hostage before? Oh yikes, not that I know of.

Can you ever hear dogs barking from your house? Does it annoy you? Yes, and admittedly yeah, it does. Our next-door neighbor particularly has a big dog named Kira, and she is CONSTANTLY barking, and she's not an indoor dog (she's behind a proper fence, calm down), so you certainly hear her. It doesn't annoy me to the point I'm gonna go bitch about it, but dogs barking is a noise I just do not like.

What's your main reason for booking taxis? I've never been in a legit taxi; they're not really a thing around here. I've taken an Uber with my mother literally once in my entire life, because of car problems.

When was the last time you saw your partner (or your best friend)? He was here yesterday; we finished Silent Hill 2 finally and that was fun, I was glad he liked it. It was nice, the last visit we played his favorite game of all time, and this time we closed off mine.

How did you sleep last night? Surprisingly very good.

Do you like candy corn? No, it's disgusting to me.

Are you bored right now? Yes; my anhedonia has been VERY severe the past few weeks. We're in the process of adjusting meds because I'm pretty sure I've reached the point of developing an immunity to something. It's happened with my psych meds many times before, so I expected it to happen again.

Do your grandparents speak English as a first language? Yeah, to my knowledge they all only spoke English.

Do you remember to turn lights off in the rooms you're not actively using? Yes, when you live in a family that actually has to worry about their bills you learn this shit quick lmfao.

Do you have many snacks in your house right now? No, Mom and I avoid that because we're very "out of sight, out of mind" with food, and if unhealthy shit is here, we're gonna eat it. It's just healthier for us to not have stuff available to us.

Do you keep alcohol in your house? Not regularly, no. I uh, think. Maybe Mom has alcohol somewhere, but I doubt it; both of us only drink usually for holidays, and never a lot.

Did you have a bunk bed when you were a kid? Yes, for me and my younger sister. I started off in the top bunk, but in my pre-teen years before Ashley moved out and I got her room, I preferred the bottom bunk.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions #questionnaire

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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STICKY WASHING MACHINE | D.M

summary: draco fucks scorpius’ nanny on the laundry room

warnings: breeding kink, rough sex.

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“so do you accept?” asked draco to the girl who only stared at him with mouth slightly agape. “i-i mean i guess” she replied, not meeting his eyes.

“see you on monday then” nodded draco and turned on his heel, walking away.

y/n really didn’t know how they ended up on the topic of her being draco malfoy’s son’s nanny. it really wasn’t much work, a three year old baby just needed attention, food and sleep. but still, me out of all people? she thought, why did i even agree?

but here she was, beaming at the sight of scorpius’ new drawing which consisted on draco’s exaggerated tall figure, y/n and scorp. she sometimes felt bad that astoria was never in the picture, in every sense. she had left draco after scorpius turned 3 months old and never came back, draco explained this when they first reencountered, apparently it never really affected him. considering it was an arranged marriage.

“wow baby this is so good, i bet you’re gonna be an artist some day!” you exclaimed at him. he giggled and turned pink but a loud yawn cut his smile off. “i think it’s time for your nap, come on” she said, standing up and dusting off her skirt, scorpius holding up his arms.

y/n settled scorpius on bed and he was asleep in seconds, she chuckled and just snuggled the blanket closer to him. her eye caught a peek of scorpius’ laundry basket. sure, she was just a nanny that was supposed to take care of the child and that was it, the clothes were the elf’s work. but scorpius was terrified of them so draco took care of his clothes, y/n decided to just take his clothes to the laundry room and throw them inside the washing machine.

as y/n made her way to the laundry room, draco came through the fireplace that was at the whole other wing of the manor, making y/n unconscious of his presence.

draco gave a big sigh and immediately entered the kitchen for a glass of wine, opening up the cabinet that had one of the bottles opened already, courtesy of draco’s previous stress.

he knew scorpius must be asleep, taking notice of the silence that resonated through the manor’s atmosphere. in his midst of thinking, a few drops spilled from the rim his cup when he inclined it too harshly, making them spill on his white shirt. draco gave a groan at this and threw his head back.

narcissa always told draco that it was better to immediately wash clothing items if he ever spilled something on them. so he grumpily made his way to the laundry room.

as he got closer he could hear shuffling of clothes and a low humming, eventually stopping at the doorway to catch sight of y/n bent over, placing small clothing items into the washing machine. he went wide eyed at the peak he caught of her lace pink panties, cunt perfectly outlined.

draco was frustrated, sexually more than ever. he always found y/n hot, even in hogwarts, he remembers having a huge crush on her during fourth and fifth year, but they never really talked except for the polite hello’s and brief conversation when they were partnered in class.

right now, all the past emotions were coming back. and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her like he never did to a woman before. for hours and hours until she turned into nothing but a blabbering mess.

y/n eventually straightened up and went to pick more clothes, but she was met with a paralized draco on the doorframe.

“oh- hello draco, i didn’t know you were back” she saluted politely, going back to scorpius small basket that was placed on top of the dryer.

draco was snapped out of his trance at her voice, he swallowed hard before responding, “evening, just came to- uh put this in the washing machine” he gestured to his shirt, making her look at his chest but eventually trailing down to his very apparent bulge.

he saw how her eyes went wide but she said nothing and just gulped and nodded, gaze not meeting his.

the laundry room really wasn’t that big, making it hard for draco to pass y/n to go to the washing machine that was placed next to the dryer. but he still came in contact with her. his clothed cock pressing perfectly into her ass, a small gasp escaping her while draco grunted at the friction.

they both stilled.

y/n was the first to turn around, groin now pressing into her front, he was breathing heavily. and like magnets they connected together, tongues exploring each other’s mouth. draco’s hands rubbing her ass, down until the back of her thighs were in his large hands. he tapped them lightly, signaling her to jump, which she obliged instantly and jumped, draco hoisting her onto the washing machine.

he disconnected their lips to travel down to her neck, a small whine escaping her when he found her sweet spot. draco absolutely devouring the skin and littering it with purple hickeys. he eventually pulled away to take a good look at his little piece of art.

y/n brought him back into a heated kiss while unbuttoning his shirt, his own hands finding way to the hem of hers. once he shrugged off his shirt he helped her pull hers off, throwing it onto the floor. he pulled away from the kiss once again to look at her soft mounds that sat perfectly in a bra, he groaned at the sight as his cock twitched on his trousers.

“can i take this off sweet thing?” he asked, tone low as he hooked a finger on the bra strap.

y/n eagerly nodded, draco wasting no time and unclasping the bra in a quick motion, disregarding it to the side, mouth immediately attaching to her nipple while his hand toyed with the other. she gave a moan at this breathing heavily and leaning back on her palms, panties soaked and pussy throbbing.

draco kissed his way down to her stomach, dragging her skirt down until it hit the floor. he stepped back and admired with pure mesmerization at y/n’s form, tits with perked up nipples, dampened panties and breathing hard. “look at my pretty princess” he said, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants low enough so his dick popped out.

she went wide eyed for the second time that evening at his size. draco was much bigger than anyone she had ever been with and he was just a very big person in general, she wasn’t sure she could take him all.

draco stroked his cock up and down slowly, tip red and leaking with pre-cum. he got closer to her and moved her panties to the side, eyes glinting when he saw her bare cunt, dripping.

“so wet baby” he said as he passed two fingers over her folds, y/n shuddering while he brought them up to his mouth and hummed at the taste, watching her face heat up.

“taste so good too” he growled, inching his face closer to her and leaning their foreheads together while his fingers plummeted themselves slowly into her, a loud moan escaping her lips.

he started moving them at a slow pace, almost torturous. watching intently as she released small whimpers and moans, his cock twitching every now and then.

he started scissoring his fingers inside of her, going faster. “ah! yes draco right there” she moaned out when he curled his fingers, touching that spongy spot inside her. “yeah? think you can take my cock now?” he questioned.

“yes” she replied quickly, pussy clenching at the thought of having him inside her, finally.

he seemed to notice this and chuckled, removing his fingers and dragging them to his cock once again, coating it with her juices. he guided it to her entrance and drenched the tip with her arousal, making y/n buck her hips up and whine.

“sh sh sh, now be patient little girl” he warned, fingers lightly tapping her clit, making her jolt and quickly shut up as she waited in anticipation.

draco entered y/n slowly with a groan, a strangled moan leaving her throat. he let her adjust to his size for a few moments before starting out on a decently fast pace, making her throw your head back and release several moans the faster he went, breasts bouncing everywhere, much to draco’s delight.

he settled for a brutal pace that had the washing machine shaking, watching her eyes go crisscross when he reaches to rub her clit.

“fuck baby look at this pretty pussy squeezing me, so fucking tight” he groaned, looking down at her juices dripping out, thighs glistening. “you have no idea how many times i’ve dreamt about this” he said, voice strained. she hummed in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down to another steamy kiss, he greedily ate every moan she made, her legs starting to tremble.

“fuck baby im close” he said when she pulled away for breath. “me too!” she replied, his thumb assaulting her clit harsher.

“yeah? gonna cum all over me? and then let me put my fucking cum inside you until your fucking pregnant?” he teased, moving his hands to grip her ass, y/n gave a loud moan in response and rapidly nodded, orgasm right at its peak. “fuckfuckfuck yes draco!” she screamed as she came, legs completely shaking and letting that coil snap while he fucked her faster, riding out her high while chasing his.

“shit, gonna cum so hard inside you and give you my kids princess” he groaned, his thrust sloppy when his orgasm hit him, releasing a loud moan as he came.

after they both calmed down from their highs he sighed in pleasure and looked down to her puffy cunt, he pulled out slowly and watched as her pussy spurted out both cums. he collected some on his fingers and held them up to y/n.

she opened her mouth and kept eye contact as she sucked on them, humming at the taste like he had done previously, making his once soft cock perk up immediately. she was gonna be the death of him.

she giggled at his reaction and got off the, now sticky washing machine due to their arousal on it, leaning her top half over it and arching her back. draco’s mouth agape at the view.

“round 2?” she taunted.

but right as draco was about to fuck her into tomorrow, a small paddle of feet could be heard in the distance with a faint “daddy? y/n?”.

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part two

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