#anyways this was just a nice change of pace :) a good break from my normal style :)

[livelaughlovesubs]

Ok ok. So I don’t usually like angst but what about WHB mc finally breaking after Sitri time after time has only considered and called them Solomon. Maybe it hurts more because mc has fallen for him so him still not viewing mc as their own person hurts even more? Anyways yeah :) I’m still very annoyed that Sitri consideres the mc as Solomon in WHB :):):)

OH ALSO, it would be kinda cool if Sitri could like hear how mcs heart beat changes and stuff when he calls them Solomon or something around this lines, I was thinking about this all last night.

Ok, hi Nini 💗 how was your dayyyy?? 💗💗

-🐼

Heyyy, my day was pretty good, I like this idea so~ it will probably be short though. (I’m writing so much sfw stuff these days)

Annnd, idk how to write heartbeat, looked it up, and it said ‘lub’ and ‘dub’ soooo

~…..lub…..dub…..lub…..~

A steady heartbeat, rhythmic, like music to his ears. Sitri listened closely to your heart, he can read your mood like that. You were feeling bored, the beat was rather slow. He walked over to you, showcasing a gentle smile, “would you like some tea?” “Ah, sitri..! Yes, tea would be nice, thanks.”

~…dub…..lub..dub…..lub~

The pace got chaotic, but calmed down eventually, seems like you were deep in thought. “I’ll prepare it.” You watched his back while he heated the water, those baby blue locks looked so pretty in your eyes. He was a devil, yes, but even so he is definitely one of the most charming ones. You also liked how attentive he was, he always knew instantly how you felt.

~…lub….dub….lub….~

Your heartbeat got a little faster, were you impatient? He hurried up with the preparation, pouring the water over the leaves, then putting everything on a plate. Careful, diligent steps, not a single drop got wasted, how elegant. Sitri put the plate down on the table in front of you, he was still wearing a small smile. “Thank you, sitri!” You took a sip, and returned the smile to him. “My pleasure, Solomon.”

Ah… right. This time even you could feel your heartbeat drop. You’ve been tolerating him enough, everything with no fail, he always called you by that name. It was as if a needle pierced your heart, as if it got cut down and thrown out. He was attentive, but he was delusional, and that hurt. It hurts a lot.

~…lub-dub….lub….dub..lub…~

The rhythm got hieratic, sitri’s eyes widened a little, was it the effects of the tea? “Solomon-” “stop, sitri, don’t utter that name.” “What do you mean, Solomon?” “Stop it, don’t call me by that name.” “Humans are so strange, why don’t you want me to call you by your name?” “Because it’s not mine!” Maybe it was because of your already shitty mood, but you snapped. “What..Solomon-” “stop! stop..stop, just, stop it…”

~dub-lub..dub…lub..dub-lub~

Ah, what a… raging heart, fast, uneven. It sounded painful, why? This always happened whenever he calls your name, so he thought it was ‘normal’. But this time, you didn’t have an ounce of sympathy, there was only disappointment. “Sitri, think about it, do I look like Solomon to you?”

~lub..dub..lub-dub…lub~

It got louder, it sounded expectant, you told him to think? Right, your appearance wasn’t the same, but the soul, the heart beat, it was the same. You are Solomon, maybe only a reincarnation, but you were him. “I don’t understand, you are Solomon, there is nothing to change about it.”

~lub-dub…lub-dub..lub~

Now it sounded like.. you lost hope? At what, what do you want from him? He didn’t understand humans- no, he didn’t understand you. “Sitri, I need time for myself. Leave.” “But-” “no, sitri, you don’t understand, I just want you to…” he looked at you expectantly, you could see that his eyes were filled with confusion. “To leave me alone for now, please.” Why couldn’t he understand, is he actively refusing to understand? You don’t want to hurt him, and you know he doesn’t want to hurt you neither, though this just won’t work. The devil listened to your heartbeat a last time, you were wavering between two sides, he definitely did something wrong, but what, what should he do, should he just leave? Maybe that’s for the best. So he did, letting out a deep sigh, face twisting into a sad one, and closing the door behind him.

[lemotmo]

Good evening, lovely. Ali here. I am done for the night and I am tired. They are BIG mad. Surprisingly though him liking the Ryan picture is still the thing they seem most upset by, they just make no sense at all. I did get a surprising amount saying things like 'we need to start acknowledging the likelihood of what we're seeing' which was a nice change of pace from all the shouting. But I fear Oliver and Ryan will never be able to defuse the rumors now 🤣. I reminded several people that Kenny, not 911, was responsible for most of the content we received today so only one post was official PR. It was a big something though. I can't talk them down from the 911 comment replies though, those were truly surprising. I'm still stunned the Eddie Mercury comment got a reply. That was quite a big wink and nod to queer Eddie.

There are many many more I didn't reply to. Hope your box fared better than mine.

Anyway they both looked incredible today and the powers that be are making it increasingly difficult to not go there so.........💗

Hey Ali, you got through it! YAY! Good for you! Take a break, drink some water, eat something, watch some trash TV and get some rest.

I totally understand the exhaustion after answering so many asks. I cannot begin to tell you just how tired I am at this point. I'm running on fumes. I've been sitting here all evening (and night now), watching everything unfold and replying to as many asks as I could. After this I'm straight off to bed to catch up on some sleep.

I've seen them get so pissed over Lou liking that picture and I still don't get it. It's just a picture. One of my nonnies figured out that Lou knows the photographer, which makes sense since both Lou and Ryan are artists. They probably do know some of the same people.

Glad to see that some of these people are coming back down to Earth from Loupiter. It was about time.

Yeah, Kenny's videos created so much havoc. I have a feeling that he lives for creating messes. Love him so much! His videos, combined with the official promo done by Ryan and Oliver? Those two truly were everywhere today and they looked so FINE! That moustache is doing things to me I didn't know a moustache could do. :b LOL!

As for those comments on the official Instagram account: I talked about that as well in one of my asks. They were so surprising. The 911abc account normally only posts and doesn't interact all that much. But that post got quite a few replies and like you said, the Eddie Mercury one was very much about queer Eddie. It's interesting.

I have a ton of unanswered asks in my inbox, but I can't physically reply to all of them. It's impossible. I would be at it for hours on end each day. I might go back in tomorrow though. I didn't really look at the lasts couple of asks I got. I'm saving that for tomorrow. I'm too tired. I need sleep.

So goodnight. ❤️

I'll have some happy dreams tonight, for sure.

PS: From now on I'm posting all our messages and correspondence under the tag 'Ali's corner'. Makes things a bit more personal than 'anonymous blog I love' and it's easier to find as well. I'm keeping the 'anonymous blog I love' tag purely for the asks I get sent.

[flamigoat]

New Fanfic In Progress!! :D 💖👑

Turns out writing Rabbid Peach and Princess Peach interacting is super fun!

I’ve got a new fanfic I’m working on focusing on future fan kids and relationships in my story. Same universe Phoebe’s in!! Oooo the intrigue!! You wanna read it so bad ooooooo~ /lh /silly 🪄⭐️

The fanfic will deal with Princess Peach being helped by Rabbid Peach during her pregnancy. She serves her as a companion during her pregnancy.

Relationships: Mareach (Mario x Princess Peach), Raypeach (Rayman x Rabbid Peach), and Implied Luaisy (Luigi x Daisy).

‼️⚠️Warnings for those kinds of themes if you’re uncomfortable with that! Pregnancy, talks of pregnancy, wanting kids etc. Not explicit, just in concept. ⚠️‼️

Here’s a little preview under the cut :

Flash forward to now and the pair of friends sat together on the balcony overlooking the palace gardens, enjoying their favorite cup of tea. Rabbid Peach was on her phone, scrolling through all the pictures filled with memories of her friend’s pregnancy. She made sure to document every moment, even if she had to cover it up as just wanting to take selfies. She knew how much Princess Peach would love to look back at them, especially when she was due so soon. Only the calming clinks of teacups and the tapping of Rabbid Peach’s fingers on her phonescreen broke their silence. It was nice. Enjoying a peaceful day with her best friend like this.

The rabbid’s attention drew back to her friend, when their eyes made contact it earned a huff of amusement from her. The princess hummed in response, continuing to sew little decorations into her ever-growing scrapbook. It was filled with pictures of her friends, tidbits of notes scattered about depicting things like how her day went, what she ate, and who she spent time with. Most importantly, telling her babies how excited all their aunties and uncles were to meet them. They were all one big family. A gigantic family of heroes. That warmed Rabbid Peach’s heart immensely to witness.

Looking at her now, her stomach was swollen, visibly pregnant. Wow. How fast time had flown by. The doctors knew she was going to be due soon, so she was confined inside the castle walls for now. It was heartwrenching, watching her friend sink deeply into the dread of boredom. At least the little distractions she put together were helping. Well, she hoped they were anyway.

Hmph. Now that she thought about it… Bowser hadn’t even tried to kidnap her in a long time. You’d think he would, especially considering she was way more vulnerable now than before. The entirety of the Mushroom Kingdom had been on edge about it, but every day there was a scare for one, he’d never come. Maybe he’d moved on? Or maybe he got the knowledge that it wouldn’t be cool to kidnap somebody pregnant? Heh! Whatever would get through that turtle’s thick skull. It is a lot quieter this way. More peaceful, a nice change of pace for the princess and her subjects.

“Hey, Rabbid Peach? Can I inquire you about something?”, Princess Peach spoke softly, a strangely serious tone to her voice.

“Bwahh! Sure thing! I told you Peach, you can just call me Peachy or Peaches. No need to be formal, we’re friends, remember? Besties! It’s okay!”

Her friend giggled at her, face crinkling with joy. Good. It was nice to let her friend loosen up now and then. Peaches couldn’t imagine what image it’d take to run a country constantly with no breaks inbetween. She would’ve gone crazy by now if she was in the princess’s place.

“My apologies, Peachy~. Is that better, dearie?”, the normally proper princess stuck her tongue out at her. The rabbid shot back a playfully annoyed look towards her friend, “Yep!”, her voice making a popping sound after the pronunciation of the p to emphasize her point. “So what’d you wanna talk about?”, amusement purred out of her throat.

Oh. This could be good. Some gossip the princess heard among her workers. Oooo! Maybe some drama from the other kingdoms?!? She had been hearing a certain green plumber she knew had been seen out with the princess of Sarasaland. Rabbid Peach sipped her tea eagerly, trying to prepare her thoat for a long session of juicy conversation. She’d need it. They could and have talked for hours before.

“Do you ever think you’ll want children?”, Peach purred out casually, earning a sudden coughing fit from her friend in surprise. Rabbid Peach choked on the half swig of her tea, battering her chest with a closed paw. Okay, she was not expecting that!!

[itrustmydiscoverweekly]

This week I learned how to fake my own death

Woo new week new album this week I listened to "A Beginner's Guide To Faking Your Own Death" By Jhariah

ooh thats a very nice album cover indeed, very very nice

⭐⭐⭐⭐ (4 out of 5 stars) I really enjoyed this album! Not usually the type of music I go for but I had fun!

Found this artist through Instagram and they seemed super cool and I loved their energy so I thought I'd give them a shot and it was definitely worth it!

I don't usually go for this more eccentric style of music but it's good to expand and blah blah blah

Anyways if you like Will Wood you'll probably like Jhariah but he's definitely got lots of artists that influence their style and it's lots of fun

But y'all did not come here to hear me yap about an artist that i only found out about this week so here are my top 3! (as always, no particular order, just the album order)

"Enter: A Beginner's Guide To Faking Your Death" Although i don't like to pick the first song off an album, I LOVE this song. It has such an interesting instrumentation and the piano at the start is addictive. Their vocals are lots of fun on this one too!

"Pressure Bomb 3?!?!" Is so much fun!!! I could listen to this song over and over. I love the way it tells the story and flows between sounds. And of course a song about your thoughts going too fast is pretty much my life so yeah, amazing song!

"To Take for Granted. -Live from the Faraday Cage" This song THRIVES being live, the way this song sounds iches my brain. And those vocals being live wow. I love the instrumentation and the drums are lots of fun on this one. love this one a lot. It feels like it's out of a musical in the best way possible.

Honorable mentions 🥳🥳🥳

"Needed a Change of Pace" Is super cool!! like the noises in this one, super fun production!

"Whose Eye Is It Anyway??? -Live from the Faraway Cage" LOVE the way he sings on this one dear lord and the chorus is a lot of fun

"Bad Luck" Is a lot of fun, love this one especially the way they sing "You'll never catch a break, you'll have to make your own" augh good song

The main goal for this year was to listen to more stuff that I would normally not go for and this week definitely was definitely a style of alternative I don't normally go for but I had a great time and enjoyed the music

Definitely give them a listen if you have the chance!

[ray-the-ginger-queen]

Percy de Rolo family one-shot (Pre-Briarwoods)

Percy is annoyed with his older brother

Percy couldn’t stand his older brother. Julius was pompous in a way only the first born could be, gaurenteed his success for birth. Not to mention that fact Julius was just… big. Percy couldn’t remember a time Julius hadn’t towered over him, and now he was even a little taller than their father even though he was still a teenager. He’d always been more athletic than Percy, even considering their age difference. More Charismatic too. The only thing Percy had on him was his intelligence, but it seemed like all that earned him annoyed groans from his siblings. For some reason it felt like Julius always picked on Percy in particular. He’d steal Percy’s glasses or snatch his latest project and of coarse the endless list of annoying nicknames.

The only good thing about Julius being the oldest was that he, more than anyone else, had to act proper in front of other nobles and the public. Balls and parties were one of the few times Percy was really guaranteed a break. Which worked out anyway because Percy was a bit… distracted. Not every noble brought their children along, but there had been a new girl at their festivities recently. He wasn’t sure what her name was, but she seemed to glide wherever she went and laughed louder than the others and her hair bounced when she’d turn around to grin at someone. He’d kinda like if she’d grin at him like that.

Percy was a bit lost in that train of thought when suddenly he felt someone fly past him and his vision went blurry. Dammit. Even here! Percy stumbled to his feet and hurried after the blur he knew was Julius. He was trying not to draw attention or bump into anyone. Finally he saw Julius drop something, presumably his glasses, at a nearby table. “Excuse me” he managed to whoever was at this table as he felt the familiar metal on his glasses on the table. Percy was just putting them back on when he heard something just a little too familiar. That loud laughter. “That’s alright” the girl giggled “your family seems lively. I’m Madeline” Percy cleared his throat awkwardly, hoping the heat creeping over his cheeks wasn’t too obvious. “Very nice to meet you Madeline. My name is Percival” he managed, bowing slightly like his dad taught him. “But uh, you can just call me Percy” He glanced up and caught Julius looking at him with his signature shit eating grin. Julius winked at him and Percy felt the heat spread to his neck.

….

Percy liked hanging out with Archie, even if he was always getting them both into trouble. To be honest, especially when Archie was getting them both into trouble. Archie didn’t treat him like a Noble or like a sibling. That’s really all Percy had ever been. It was a nice change of pace. They certainly didn’t seem like a natural choice for best friends. Percy really couldn’t explain it himself. There was something… magnetic about Archie. His lopsided grin and fire red hair and brash dialect. He was so full of energy and fire and sometimes Percy was just happy to be able to witness it. It was always the highlight of his day, and he was always a little bummed right after Archie left with his dad for the night. This was that time of the night, when Percy said his goodbyes and shuffled back to his room.

“Come play with us!” Percy heard from behind him. The twins. There was a decent age gap between them and while he didn’t mind playing along every now and then, he wasn’t in the mood. “Not right now okay guys? Tomorrow I promise.” Both of them made a loud whining sound in protest. “You played with Archie all day, how come you won’t play with us?” Oliver demanded. Percy rolled his eyes. “I just don’t want to.” He answered plainly, quickly running out of patience. “If you like Archie so much why don’t you marry him?” Whitney sang in a mocking tone. He heard Cassandra laugh from where she and Julius had been talking nearby.

Percy’s cheeks flushed. Normally Whitney couldn’t get to him, she wasn’t that good with her teasing attempts and he mostly dismissed it. She didn’t do it much anyway. But something about that taunt, and the way Cass laughed, made his face burn. “Shut it!” He snapped suddenly. He felt all his siblings stiffen. Percy rarely yelled. His response to teasing was usually a clever quip or roll of the eyes. A brief silence fell over them and Percy could swear he heard his heart pounding. “Whatever! You guys suck!” He yelled at them collectively and booked it back to his room.

He huffed as he dropped onto his desk chair, starting to fidget with his newest project. His anger began to dissipate slowly as he worked. Maybe he’d been too harsh. Whitney was just trying to get his attention. He hadn’t meant to yell at her. Why had that made him so angry? He heard her voice in his head again ‘if you like Archie so much, why don’t you marry him?’ It was a weak taunt. It should have been. But he couldn’t help but feel… embarrassed. Maybe a little hurt. He couldn’t put his finger on why. He was torn out of his thoughts by a knock on his door. He expected it to be his mother or father, angry he’d yelled at his little sister like that. Instead, he found Julius. “What do you want?” Percy bit out, sitting back in his chair. “What are you working on?” Julius asked, closing the door behind him. Percy raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you care?” He responded, but after a moment of silence he answered with a softer tone “it’s a clock.”

Julius hummed and tilted his head to look at it. “It’s nice, Percy” he said quietly. “You wanna know something?” Percy looked at him with a skeptical expression “I’m kind of jealous of you sometimes” that halted Percy immediately. Julius had to be messing with him. “Why?” Percy managed. Julius drummed his fingers on Percys desk. “Because you can have whatever future you want” Julius answered “You don’t have to be involved in politics or leadership, if you don’t want to. If you wanna make clocks, or anything else, you can do that” Julius paused for a moment and turned to look over Percys shelf of gadgets and parts, giving Percy a small bit of privacy. “And if you want to spend time with noble girls, or with kitchen boys, or both, you can do that too” Percy stiffened a little, feeling the blush flare on face once again. Julius didn’t pause or turn to look at him. “And I trust that you’re smart enough to know what you want, when it comes to it.” Percy let out a quiet breath and the anger drained out of him. “Thanks, Julius” he muttered “Really.”

Percy could nearly feel Julius’ smile before he turned around. “Don’t let it go to your head, four eyes” he said in his usual pompous tone and ruffled Percy’s hair aggressively before he left. Percy smiled a little at his closed door before shaking his hair back normal.

Maybe Julius wasn’t so bad. Mostly.

[doublegoblin]

Check your surroundings for safety

It was either late night or early morning, the difference between the two is so arbitrary and thin. I had just turned the office lights off and locked the door. These twilight hours were nice though, I found an odd comfort to the sound of my steps echoing in the nearly barren car park. Setting my things down in the passenger seat I closed the door and buckled up, safety first. My car is not the newest thing off the factory floor but it does have some nice bells and whistles. The center console lights up and the display is overtaken with the camera feed. A little yellow triangle with an exclamation point and some little white text “check your surroundings for safety”. 

Watching the segmented yellow lines curve with my wheels my eyes drift up and around. A harsh chime snaps my attention back and my foot down on the break. Nearly avoiding an annoying collision with a support column. Thanks little camera. Luckily given the hour of the day I and the security guard were the only witnesses, and he wasn’t much of a talker. Shifting into drive the screen changes to the radio, I leave it off for now. The nice thing about being the last one out is you can kind of do whatever at your own pace. So I grabbed my phone and, keeping a leisurely roll, checked up on anything I’ve missed.

She had been texting me. Nothing serious, I had told her these nights were going to be pretty late. Just something about what the cats were doing, the show she was watching, and a loving goodnight. Checking the time on the phone I figured it was best to not text back. I’d be home soon enough anyway. The most I would do now would be wake her up- a flash of orange causes me once again to slam the brakes. Another wonderful safety feature; my side mirrors light up when something is too close and could also cause a collision. It was Dave. Sheepishly I nodded and waved. He chuckled and returned the wave.

Setting the phone face down on the passenger seat; I ought to invest in a phone holder. I made my way out of the car park with no more distractions. The barriers were raised high and the automated voices wished me a good night.

The city roads were illuminated in an orange glow. Steam rising from the sewer vents and road alike; it must have rained while I was working. Lots of blinking yellow signals made the exit of the concrete jungle swift and painless. The freeway was also empty. I couldn’t be happier. Leaning back in my seat my eyelids were feeling heavy. Really heavy. So I turned the air on and set it to biting cold. I also turned the radio over to something a little more upbeat and heart pumping. Tapping the drums on my wheel it was only a split second of darkness until an alarm snapped my eyes back open and the orange indicators flooded the car.

Jerking the wheel to the left I narrowly avoided the guard rail. My heart was racing. Had I really fallen asleep? Muffled noises were becoming more crisp as the alarm subsided and an automated voice took over. It was a test of the emergency broadcast system, what wonderful timing. After confirming that no cops were going to make an easy meal of me I noticed the passenger seat glowing white. She was calling me?

Answering the phone she sounded relieved. I apologized for not texting back as I figured she was asleep. She mentioned I was coming home later than normal and she was getting worried. There wasn’t a big fight or anything, we were both adults. We did have a nice little chat and exchanged “I love you” before I hung up. My heart was pumping and eyes firmly opened now. So it was clear the car was darker than normal.

Normally, and I swear it just had been, the center console would give off some bits of light displaying the radio and the information about what was playing yadda yadda yadda. It was dark however, but like, that dark when a screen is on but not showing anything. I’m no tech wiz but something must have happened during my impromptu nap as it was back on the camera feed. Nothing was being shown other than that little triangle and the little white text. Maybe my quick movements got some wires crossed?

The rest of the freeway was uneventful; thank God. I turned off onto a little back road. I didn’t live super far away from the city, but enough where I could enjoy the night sky every once in a while. I pulled to the side of the road and put the car into park and got out. She hummed softly as I leaned against her and pulled out a smoke. Talking to myself I improved a lecture about the constellations that I knew and made up what I didn’t. I was halfway into the discussion of the bull when an alarm in the car caught my attention. Dropping the little nub and snuffing it out with my heel I slumped back inside.

It was the backup camera? Man I must have really did a number on it. The best thing I could think was to turn the car off and back on again. It didn’t fix it. Still a black screen with the fun little pyramid and text. This was a problem for a mechanic and a different day. So ignoring the warning sounds I put her back into drive and took off down the road. She kept beeping but I could eventually tune it out. What I couldn’t ignore was now my side mirrors were flickering like crazy. Normally it’s a solid light but they were strobing something fierce. It was really distracting. The radio turned itself back on too! What the hell was going on with my car?

My heart was pounding, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. Why though? It didn’t matter, I could see the house now. The engine was roaring as I tore down the dirt road like a bat out of hell. Why the hell was I so on edge? Closer and closer. The lights were going crazy and the alarm was so damn loud! I gripped the wheel tight, white knuckled. C’mon c’mon almost home. How had I not reached home by no-

I started going backwards.

I looked down at the center console.

Little yellow triangle and small white text.

Check your surroundings for safety.

I could see the road.

[thatonewatching]

Church Boy-Long ride

I walked down to the bus stop. I quickly realized it was way too cold for October. Freezing my dick off outside, I heard some footsteps behind me and immediately spun around. 

A greasy-headed brunette approached at a weary pace, examining me. He eventually got to the stop and tried to peer down at me without being obnoxiously obvious. "Hey..." he muttered, not even looking down. Guess he was trying to give off the 'badass teen who doesn't care.' look. You know, he pulled it off. 

"Hey..." I replied, just as monotonously as him. "So, you new?" he asked, stealing a swift glance. "Yep. Just moved into 402." I informed, shrugging my shoulders. "Nice, you believe in ghosts?" he asked simply as if it were a normal conversation. "Woah! That was quick!" I exclaimed. "I know. Just thought I'd bring it up. Kinda surprised you haven't seen anything yet." he admitted. 

"What do you mean? Are the apartments haunted?" I ask, now very intrigued. "I mean, yea? I guess so. I've seen some shit. Especially with what happened to poor Mrs. Sanderson..." he let out a long sigh, obviously waiting for me to say something. "What? Who's Mrs. Sanderson and what the hell are you on?" I asked. "Did you meet Charley yet? Once you do, you'll understand. Anyways, Mrs. Sanderson used to live in 403, before she got murdered, that is."

"Murdered?"

"Shh, keep it down! And yea, murder. Charley did it. I was in there fixin' her toilet and he burst in screamin' like a psycho. "I know what you did, bitch! Herman told me everything!" she tried to calm him down, but he was already slitting her throat. Then he left." the brunette admitted. 

"What the fuck... are you high?"

"I wish...This is some heavy shit, man."

"No shit..."

"Anyways, change of subject!" 

"Alright? I'm Sal, I just moved here from Jersey."

"Nice, name's Larry. My mom's the janitor here. She gets a room in the basement rent-free with the maintenance gig. You should come down sometime, we could hang out. "

"Sounds good. Would today work?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Nice."

"..."

"..."

"Bus is here!"

"No shit."

"Don't be an ass, sit with me." Larry offered. "Fine, dork." I agreed, sitting down after him. He looked out the window and sighed, leaving a foggy mark on the cold glass. He then proceeded to draw a penis. A light chuckle could be heard from the giant of a man, then he turned to me and smirked. 

More like a shit-eating grin if you ask me.

"Really?" I asked, giving a sarcastic eye roll. "Yep." he answered, shamelessly. "Dumbass." I retorted. Larry theatrically wiped his eyes. Through fake sobs, he muttered something. "That's...the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me!" he sobbed, burying his face in his hands and continuing to fake sob.

"Shut up." I exclaimed, punching his arm. "Ow, damnit." he retorted, grabbing where I punched him. "Pussy." I mocked. He smirked down at me, and we started rambling about stupid shit. Bands, school, favorite teachers, hardest subjects, crushes, video games, and more.

The bus stopped again, and Larry's demeanor immediately changed. "Fuck..." he whispered. "What?" I ask. "Travis." he answered, pointing at a blonde with tanned skin. He walked to where we were and sat directly parallel. "Larry, I didn't know you had a boyfriend!" the boy exclaimed. "Fuck off, Phelps." Larry responded, grabbing at his jeans and balling his fists. 

"Or what, faggot?" Travis asked, smirking wildly. "Or I'll break your fucking jaw..." Larry answered. When I tell you a shiver went down my spine, I meant it. "You said that last week." Travis retorted, shrugging his shoulders as if not even concerned with Larry's threat. "And you call me and my friends a slur every day, get some new material, church boy." Larry responded, anger stifling. "Well, it's true. You and your friends are a bunch of homos!" Travis exclaimed, clenching his fists. 

"Not all of us..." Larry muttered, giving me a glance considering he thought I was a twink. Which I am.

"All of you? So, some of you are fags? Gross." Travis jeered, stifling a laugh as he scoffed. "No, they aren't fags, Travis. They're people with names and lives. Now, shut the hell up you pussy." Larry threatened. "Fine, fine. Sorry that I offended you. I'll leave you be so you and your freaky ass boyfriend can eye-fuck some more." Travis retorted, attempting to sound serious. "First off, not my boyfriend, I'm straight. Second, didn't you kiss a boy? I think I remember-" 

Larry was quickly cut off by Travis' words. "No! I didn't!" Travis exclaimed, drawing more attention from the other kids on the bus. "Just, shut up, Phelps." Larry exasperatedly said. "Whatever, queer..." Travis muttered, turning back to the window and looking out. 

Larry had been looking out the window when I tugged on his sleeve so I could grab his attention. "What the fuck was that about?" I asked. "Nothing. He just likes to pick fights n' shit. I put him in his place when he tries me." Larry answered. "Badass." I mocked. "Hey," Larry murmured. "Yea?" I answered. "Let me know if he fucks with you. You're an ass but I won't let you get bullied." He said, a small chuckle coming after

"Says the one who draws dicks." I teased, punching his arm. "Yeah, whatever. You're just lame!" he mocked. I rolled the eye I could and laid my head on the back of the seat. I felt Larry stand up and so I did too. "We're here!" Larry sung. "Yeah, Hell." I finished. "It's not all bad, except Travis, he's a little piss baby." Larry mocked, making sure Travis could hear. "I am not a piss baby!" Travis yelled. "Whatever..." Larry said, "Piss baby..."

I chuckled but my mask muffled it. "Alright, I'll show you to the office and classes and all that." 

"What are you? My dad?"

"Nah, but I am used to being called Daddy."

"Gross, dude."

"Whatever, dork."

"I hate you."

"You know you don't!"

"Is it too late to back out of this friendship?"

"Yes."

"Damn..."

He walked me to the front office, and I grabbed my schedule from the woman sitting at her desk. "Thanks, Mrs!" I called out. 

(Originally posted May 13th 2023 on Wattpad)

"Church Boy." - Long Ride - Wattpad

[speciallysapphic]

Begin Again 

(WandaNat's Version)

AN: This was from a challenge given by @vancityfire13 to write a fic based off a Taylor Swift song. I ended up really loving how it came out so I'm sharing it! Italicized red text is the song lyrics that pertain to that specific part of the story! This made me very sappy and emotional :')

Warnings: None! Just Fluff! (Vision sucks in this fic tho)

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Take a deep breathe in the mirror, he didn't like it when I wore high heels but I do

Wanda stares at herself in her mirror, smoothing over the outfit she's chosen to wear today. She takes a deep breath and grabs her high heels that have been collecting dust in her closet then begins to head out the door. 

Turned the lock and put my headphones on, He always said he didn't get this song, but I do, I do

She locks the door, plugs her headphones into her ears to ease her anxiety and puts on it on shuffle. Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift plays and she let's out a small sigh. Relieved her ex isn't in her ear telling her his unwarranted opinion about the song, she's always liked this song anyway. 

I walked in expecting you'd be late, But you got here early and you stand and wave, I walk to you

She arrives at the café where she's meeting Natasha. Wanda pushes the door open and the little bell chimes. She barely looks up from her feet because she expected Natasha would be late; Vision always was. Natasha's face beams and she waves to Wanda. Natasha got here 20 minutes ago, anxious about picking a good table for them and scoping out the place to be sure it wasn't too crowded. Wanda makes her way over to Nat. 

You pull my chair out and help me in, You don't know how nice that is l, But I do

The two Avengers get to their table and Natasha pulls out Wanda's chair. Wanda tries to hide the blush on her cheeks by letting her hair fall in front of her while she sits down. Nervous at first, they begin talking. Wanda isn't sure what exactly it is about this interaction, but she's way more anxious than usual. They've spoken plenty of times, but that was usually work related or at the very least, at the compound. This was different. More personal. 

"Have you been here before?" Natasha asks

"No, I don't think I have." Wanda sheepishly responds 

Nat can tell Wanda is anxious, so she tries to make more conversation. 

"Oh really? Damn, we've got to get you out more!" Natasha grins a bit 

Wanda smirks "Well you know, being blipped for 5 years makes you miss a few things" She jokes

And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid

Natasha laughs loudly, throwing her head back in the process. Wanda is surprised at first and then laughs along. 

I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause he never did

She's not used to someone actually appreciating her jokes so much. Vision always either took them too literal or wouldn't understand the context. Problems with dating an android she guesses. 

I've been spendin the last 8 months, thinkin all love ever does is break, and burn, and end

It was 8 months ago that they broke up. It hasn't been easy for Wanda. For a long time after she was convinced that love was pointless if it was just going to end like that. But something about Natasha in front of her gave her hope again. 

But on a Wednesday in a café, I watched it begin again

Nat continued to flirt, sometimes more obviously than she normally would. She wanted Wanda to know she liked her. It was always so hard when Natasha liked a woman. They always thought she was just being friendly, it was hard for her to push herself to be obviously flirty. But she felt comfortable with Wanda, oddly at ease. She's had a crush on her for the longest time, but could never do anything because she was with Vision. When they broke up she gave Wanda space. But Sunday night after pacing her room so much she had done enough steps to make it up Mount Everest, she sent the text inviting her to this very date. 

"I'm really glad you said yes to meeting me here." Natasha softly puts her hand on Wanda's arm 

Wanda smiles and blushes a bit. Butterflies going through her stomach and into her chest "I.. I uh" she stutters "uhm I'm glad I did too." She pushes her hair behind her ear trying to distract from her reddening cheeks. 

You said you never met one girl who, Had as many James Taylor records as you, But I do

Conversation continues as the two red heads drink their coffees. A song by The Rolling Stones plays softly over the café speakers, Natasha interrupts "Oh my god, I love The Rolling Stones!" She says while pointing up towards the speakers. 

Wanda smiles "I do too! I have all of their vinyls" she says proudly

Nat's jaw drops a little bit "No way, so do I!" 

It was cute the way Natasha was so excited. Wanda had never seen her this way. So relaxed, so easy going, so… herself. She loved seeing her true personality. It was like the walls she put up for work were lowered. Not all the way, but more so than Wanda had ever seen before. 

We tell stories and you don't know why, I'm coming off a little shy. But I do

Natasha tells a story about her growing up in Ohio and Russia. Trying her best to leave out the bad details. Wanda swaps stories about her childhood in Sokovia, also leaving out the bad details. She's reserved when she talks, still a bit shy. Natasha makes her nervous. Not in a bad way, but she's so attractive and confident, it throws Wanda off her game a bit. 

But you throw your head back laughing like a little kid, I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause he never did

Natasha laughs at Wanda's story about the time she tied Pietro's shoe laces together when she was a kid. Wanda's anxiety lessens a bit. It's still a little strange to her that someone seems so invested in her stories, and actually finds them funny when they should be. 

I've been spendin the last 8 months, thinkin all love ever does is break, and burn, and end. But on a Wednesday in a café, I watched it begin again

The more they talk the more Wanda starts to let her reservations about falling for someone go. She relaxes in her chair and smiles at the assassin. Everyone sees her as this cold, hard, calculated woman. But here in this café on a fall Wednesday afternoon, she sees how warm and kind she truly is. 

And we walk down the block to my car, and I almost brought him up. But you start to talk about the movies, that your family watches, every single Christmas. And I wanna talk about that, and for the first time, what's past is past

They both leave the café and Natasha walks Wanda to her car. In the middle of a story, Wanda almost brings up Vision. The first Christmas they shared together as Natasha had asked about Wanda's favorite holiday. But Nat interjects with her favorite Christmas movies Yelena & her would watch when they lived in Ohio. Wanda smiles and joyfully continues the conversation in that direction. She won't say it out loud but she's proud of herself for letting Vision go in this moment. 

I watched it begin again

They hug goodbye, and Wanda climbs into her car. She rests her hands on the steering wheel and she watches Natasha walk away. The Sokovian chuckles to herself as she reminisces on the remaining butterflies in her stomach. Who knew it would be the Black Widow to remind her that love isn't always bad?

[starandsims]

Book 1: Normal Type | Chapter 9: Violet (2/3)

Book 1: Normal Type | Chapter 9: Violet (2/3)

Teddy gladly told her his name, apologizing for not having introduced himself before. Violet invited him into her home while she got ready. He hadn’t really meant for them to leave that exact moment, but he certainly wasn’t go to tell Violet that. He paced around her living room as she got ready, incredibly excited and nervous at the same time. As he paced, he noticed there were lots of family pictures around, which made him feel good because he was a family man himself. Well a family man without a family of his own, but a family man all the same. 

The pictures were of Violet with two children, a boy and a girl. A niece and nephew? Or…

Before he could do more investigating, his date opened her bedroom door and he quickly snapped to attention. She had put on a casual but nice outfit, making Teddy feel a bit underdressed for their date. 

They walked together the few blocks to the restaurant, Harmony Heights Grill, and were quickly seated before the lunch rush. As they sat down, Teddy realized he had no idea what to talk about or how to get started. If you asked him if he’d ever been on a date before he’d tell you the story of that time he went to the water park with his sixth grade girlfriend, Robbie, with her mom and her two younger siblings. It hadn’t worked out of course, apparently she didn’t realize they had been in a relationship and started dating someone else. Teddy had just let it go of course, just a misunderstanding, it didn’t leave him heartbroken at all - he would lie. 

So, yes, he’d totally been on dates before, but they all sort of followed that same pattern, and had all been in group settings rather than one on one like this. And never really as an adult. Thankfully, Violet, was more accustomed to these types of dates than he was, and started off the conversation. They of course mostly started with the basic stuff. 

“So, you said you were in university, how old are you?” She seemed suspicious as she asked the question. 

“Oh, I just started a bit late is all, I took a break from school to help raise my siblings after my parents died - I’m 23.” Teddy answered quickly. 

This answer did not seem to comfort her and in fact she swallowed hard and looked at the table. What had he said? What was wrong?

“Is everything okay?” He asked, hoping there was something he could do to salvage her mood. 

“You’re so young, I didn’t realize, I thought you were closer to my age.”

“What do you mean? How old are you?” He knew it was usually taboo to ask a woman her age, but she had opened the door so…

“You may not want to stay on this date, but I’ll tell you anyway, I’m…34.”

Teddy did his best - which wasn’t very good at all - to keep his face from showing how surprised he was. It wasn’t because he thought her being older was a terrible thing, but more that he would never have guessed, she looked so young!

“I don’t have a problem with that,” he assured, although she looked skeptical. He was determined to make something good out of this date, she was too pretty and nice and apparently into him at least a little, to let her go. 

Violet changed the subject, clearly not wanting to dwell on the issue, and the more the conversation progressed - and their food arrived - Teddy felt himself falling more and more for Violet. She was talented, career driven, thoughtful, and mature. She was perfect! Or maybe she was just there…but that’s all Teddy really wanted. Just someone. Anyone. So she was perfect for him. 

He did not seem to pick up on the signals she was sending that she wasn’t really that into him, especially now knowing how much older she was, which seemed to really unsettle her. Still, as the date came to a close, he ignored all her warning signs, and did something drastic. (2/3)

Venue Credit: Bayside Bar & Grill by ....a lot of people have uploaded and reuploaded this one I'm not sure who did it originally

[schleckermaul]

( 🍭 unprompted valentine's! )

Strangely for today's occasion, Cuscuta's approach was rather noticeable and distinct; noncaring of how much noise she made, hurried steps were quick to approach him unlike her normal pace, almost as if the girl was excited. ❝ Break … Happy Saint Bridget's Day, ❞ she greets with an attempted smile. Gingerly, she hands two items to Break, a bag of treats and a flower, notably a purple iris.

Tied with a yellow ribbon, in the plastic bag were obviously hand-made chocolates and cookies with how misshapen and even slightly burned some of them were. ❝ I gotten the idea to try making sweets for the holiday. I made sure to put sugar rather than salt this time, but I'm still not sure if they're any good … It's okay if you don't want to eat them, ❞ is what she comments when pointing them out. As much as she tried to follow her own advice and put her feelings into them, as expected, her chocolates and cookies were probably not as good as store-bought ones. Still, she can only hope Break appreciates the gesture, even if he doesn't eat them. Or that they weren't actually that horrible.

❝ As for the flower, I remember reading about it in a book ... It reminded me of you. I thought you would like it. ❞ Her statement almost made it sound like an afterthought, but for someone who liked flowers as much as her, it was clear the gift beared some significance. Rarely does Cuscuta grow anything but black or white flowers, however this felt like a special occasion; she did choose this specific flower and color for a reason.

After explaining her gifts, Cuscuta goes quiet for a moment. Shifting her weight from one foot to another, she seems almost hesitant now. ❝ Break, ❞ she finally says. ❝ If there's anything else ... specific you want for today, just let me know … I'll do my best to get it for you. ❞

( geez, break, how come you get three things from cuscuta sorry break for the horrible awful chocolates )

— @revivancy

HE'S ALREADY SMILING THE SECOND he hears those particular footsteps approaching. it's funny, that you can tell cuscuta is in a very different mood just by the way she walks up to him. break doesn't question the change in his own mood too much, how some of the weight on his chest lifts, how he feels a bit warmer. it's nice. it's very different to feeling panicked when she speaks up, standing right behind him, without him noticing her presence at all beforehand.

   it's happened before. plenty of times, in fact. he'd like to think he's learning, or maybe he's just bridging time until he can rely on mad hatter a bit more, to tell him when even the quietest of people are getting closer.

   break takes the flower first. he doesn't know too much about what kinds there are, or what they mean, despite it being a big topic in noble circles back home. sharon certainly talked his ear off about it being a trope in one of her romance novels plenty of times. he regrets not listening to her explanations every single time, now. but, still, stroking a few of the petals carefully, he can tell the difference in shape, its fragility. as he listens to cuscuta's explanation, he lets out a soft breath, carefully tucks it behind his right ear alongside a few strands of white hair.

   ' sugar instead of salt sounds like a good idea, ' he huffs, clearly amused, but with a different note in his voice than anybody would be used to: fondness, clear as day. nibbling at one of the cookies, break's composure dissolves into a short burst of laughter.

   oh, they are horribly burnt. crunchy, one could say. there is the subtle hint of a sweet flavour in there, which must be the sugar she mentioned, but it's mostly burnt, tasting slightly of ... is that caramel? that's almost impressive. definitely better than anything he could whip up in a kitchen. it's humbling, to know that she spent time and effort doing something she hasn't done before, hasn't mastered yet. that she's here, delivering it anyways, despite the uncertainty about whether or not he'd like it. she tells him he doesn't have to eat them, she tells him she read about a flower in a book and went out of her way to collect it for him, because she thought he'd like it.

   he is reminded, vaguely, of sitting in the gardens of the rainsworths, his left eye still healing, covered by bandages. a small lady sharon approaching, shy, bouquet in hand. having gone out of her way to gather flowers, for him.

   ' well! miss cuscuta— thank you very much! ' break does not give her any warning whatsoever. scooping cuscuta up under her arms, break lifts her into his arms and twirls, in a few circles, holding onto her tightly, making sure she won't fall. when she's set back on the ground, break's grin is as wide as it can get, a delighted chuckle on his tongue, patting her head a few times.

   ' i have something for you, as well. ' he rummages once more, but is fairly quick about it this time, excitement evident. before he can think about why, he's already knelt down in front of her, paper in hand.

   ' one card, for the sweet lady. ' it's another simple design, a pastel blue card with two figures drawn on top, easily recognizable despite his lack of artistic talent, since he kept it to very simple shapes: a blue doll, looking an awful lot like emily, next to a black bunny with golden eyes. in zhilan's handwriting, it says, happy valentine's, miss, underneath the figures, with a small heart at the very end.

   break doesn't wait for her to react. in fact, he's used this moment of her looking at it to grab the second present, safely tucked away under his coat. ' and one hat! i knitted it myself, i hope it fits. ' he's tempted, immediately, to put it on her, but instead merely holds it up by the ... are those ears? oh, they certainly are. after receiving cuscuta's drawing, this is either a very smart move, or a very good joke. or maybe it'll be both. here's hoping.

   ' i made sure to include your ... ears? so you can keep them warm, in cold weather like this. can't have you getting sick. who will i spend my time with? ' it's the chunky yarn he'd bought a while ago, but in mustard yellow, this time around, expertly crafted. peeking above the hat, break squints lovingly at cuscuta. ' and as for things i'd like to do ... how about we take a walk? collect some flowers together? i can't be the only one who has one, i'd feel bad. '

   and he doesn't. he doesn't feel bad. he feels good, and happy, if a bit nostalgic. but with things to do, who has time to dwell on that?

[majorasnightmare]

For durge list 8 15 19

I SPENT SO LONG ANSWERING THIS ASK SPECIFICALLY AND THEN TUMBLR JUST ATE THE FUCKIN THING. CHRIST.

gonna do what i can LMAO

8. How does your Dark Urge feel about the wilderness?

he thought he was ambivalent towards it until he got to the city LMAO

hes positively neutral about it, like he isnt a huge nature guy like halsin but he is like "yeah this is nice"

the lack of available options to satiate the Urge isnt as much of a downside for him since he tries to pace himself out anyways, and overall he enjoys the relative quiet and the wildlife. the scent-scape is generally more pleasant+less obnoxious also, which helps

15. What is your Dark Urge’s greatest fear?

if you asked him when he first woke up, hed probably have to think a while before eventually settling on something like "having to kill a loved one" or something equally generic. not entirely inaccurate but definitely an answer he thinks is fitting rather than strictly true

that changes when he gets to the gate

its forced helplessness. its being bound to something you cant escape from. its something hurting you, twisting you, punishing and abusing you, and you cant make it stop or escape because you carry it with you. its being forcibly hollowed out into a shell that walks around like normal, like nothings wrong. its being warped into something unrecognizable to yourself and not knowing who looks back in the mirror. its a lifetime of paranoia and terror masquerading as power and ambition.

its father dearest and how your always the hand he cut free but wants to reattach

19. Has your Dark Urge become particularly close to anyone romantically and/or platonically in their journey? If so, who, and what is the relationship like? If no, why not?

i spent so long answering this one and tumblr ATE IT ALLLLLLLLLLLL

i got this ask twice so ill just break the answer up LMAO

and for this one ill do family edition

dirge is TECHNICALLYYYY the youngest of four bhaalspawn, cut from their fathers flesh, and each considered a failure leading to the creation of the next one. its roughly split into two "generations", an older "classic" generation and the newer one dirge is a part of. none of this is bg3 canon but it lives in my brain rent free so here have it anyways.

dirges eldest sibling is another tiefling by the name of zherimon, who he only really knows pretadpole. the next eldest is a drow named ornaryn, who he distances himself from pre AND post tadpole. and his next oldest brother is a goliath, haaflidi, and haaflidi had the unfortunate luck to get snatched by a nautiloid

haaflidi is a barbarian (then monk multiclass) whos response to being tadpoled was to slam his head into the pod repeatedly until the explosion proof glass shattered, and gave himself brain damage induced amnesia in the process. closer in age to dirge than any of his other siblings (save orin), the mutual amnesia meant that when they dragged their bloody bodies off the beach, they were able to forge a relationship without the pressures of the bhaal cult breathing down their necks. it takes a little while but after a sceleritas visit post alfira confirms the half remembered suspicion of being related, the mutual Urge suffering and late insomniac nights lets the two of them establish something vaguely resembling a sibling relationship. dirge is very connection driven, and he unironically considers his older brother to be an impressive and admiration worthy person, their rapport is amicable in the "older brother bullying a younger sibling who keeps coming back for more" kind of way. haaflidi isnt particularly talkative and very blunt and direct, so dirge rarely has to guess how hes feeling, and the fact he responds at all instead of making an effort to drive him off is proof enough that the affections reciprocated. if haaflidi was angry, or genuinely wanted him dead, the dirge would simply be dead, instead of their usual playfighting. they have a healthy amount of respect for each other and a good amount of sibling camaraderie that they just werent able to develop in the cult thanks to its abusive family dynamics.

both of them fall in p easily into a familial dynamic with jaheira, who almost definitely groks the bhaalspawn reveal way before either of those two do. dirge in particular has a strong craving for community and close pack dynamics, which jaheira almost certainly picks up on, and her "effects first, morals later" approach means that they can maintain a friendly relationship despite their conflicting alignments. dirge is more motivated to be good to his loved ones than he is to satisfying his impulses or causing harm, and his loved ones are broadly on the good spectrum, which is enough for jaheira. what trouble he does get up to is either too minor for jaheira to give him shit for, or wont have consequences until well down the line, which is a problem for future jaheira. so despite dirge being unrepetantly evil, and jaheira having zero intention of compromising her good alignment any time soon, the fact that he values his relationships enough to make an effort to preserve them and their mutual goals is enough to let jaheira feel comfortable calling him an ally. his particular struggles trying to achieve independence from bhaal and trying to regulate his murderous impulses almost certainly remind her of her days with gorions ward, but even without that hes personable enough that falling into a rapport with him is easy. when he isnt being a blatantly evil shitheel, dirge is fairly easy to care about, especially since so many of his struggles hit close to home. jaheira almost certainly figures out his "lone wolf" vibe, not in that hes some brooding badass, but that dirge is isolated, panicky, prone to paranoid aggression, and desperately seeking connection and stability, and thats enough to pull her into trying to mentor and support him, a relationship dirge only lightly pushes back against to tease her. he appreciates her no nonsense approach to situation handling, and how shes driven by material conditions and what results she wants, rather than her ideology, and shes just good fun to play bicker with. sometimes you just gotta give an old lady shit.

minsc falls into the familial dynamic too, though hes not as close as jaheira. dirge appreciates that he can take a beating mostly unharmed, and vents his constantly growing bloodlust by sparring, which minsc happily participates in because physical violence is a form of friendship. he wont call minsc it himself, but dirge doesnt push back when minsc calls himself dirges uncle, and overall just considers the guy to be great fun, ESPECIALLY when it comes to bullying jaheira

[fff777]

Watched Kyungsoo's countdown live for Expectation

Is it just me or does he seem so peppy :D :D :D

He said there aren't that many Korean comments and that there are a lot of international fans watching

He didn't do a countdown live for Empathy so this is his first solo livestream

Chatty Kyungsoo >3

"Stress is good for nothing." He's in chill phase.

Cooking Kyungsoo :3 They should make a Cooking Mama spinoff featuring Kyungsoo lmao.

Asking someone their favourite movie is so tough ToT I don't blame him for skipping.

He's soooo shy when discussing body part he's confident about. He had his nervous smile on and his eyes were shifting :3

He changed it from body part he was confident about to favourite body part and he wrote eyes :3 how cute! He does have big bright eyes.

He put the "movie of my life" question on the back burner also

Kyungsoo is an owl <3 a night owl but also an owl <3

He likes analog, an old-fashioned man

His mind is just blank about movie or your life. As a movie fan, it's really hard to choose one movie for anything so general.

We knew he hated exercising lol, who wrote that XD

Kyungsoo is capping and uncapping the marker probably because he's a bit nervous

Lmao he was so pleased by the compliment about his heart lips XD

Honestly for the question about body party he was confident about, I was going to say voice but I guess it's not a 'physical' characteristic

Kyungsoo confused about why people like his chest XD Kyungsoo said he's just a little guy with a small chest XD

The fans included some very practical things for morning routine and Kyungsoo's like "doesn't everyone do that?" Miscommunication I guess ^^;;

Kyungsoo complaining abut why the paper was stuck so firmly to the paper that he couldn't rip it off cleanly lol

Kyungsoo likes the soundtracks to animations :3

The way Kyungsoo is turning the tablet to the camera so that the audience can see, even though the staff have pulled up the actual video on screen anyway :P He's like a teacher showing things to the class :3

Normally I don't pay too much attention to descriptions of songs because they all feel kind of generically love themed to me. In the case of Kyungsoo's highlight film, the songs were shown in a more theatric cinematic way. So I did feel more compelled to pay attention to his descriptions because now I have a specific situation to attach them.

Kyungsoo loves the sky uwu

Lol Kyungsoo's heart fluttered when he met a retriever while filming X'D I guess he has some form of cute aggression for dogs :P

Chungking Express -> Kung Fu Panda XD

Microphone replacement break :P

Kyungsoo was asked to choose his favourite and he was like well it's Somebody, but I do was good too, etc. etc. and he ended up saying like every song lol.

Kyungsoo revealing the shows he's filmed for this promotional cycle

He smiles a lot when he's nervous :P It's very cute (and relatable!)

Aw he used this little vending machine toy to roll questions. Apparently this was a prop in the MV too.

One of the things he rolled was asking him to take a selfie and post it to bubble after the livestream. After a pause (and possibly looking at one of the staff?) he was like "...Okay." He's so solemn lmao.

As Kyungsoo was ending, the celebration music started and the lights started flashing X'D

A turning cake?! These cakes get fancier and fancier.

Aw, Kyungsoo seems to like the cake a lot. Well, he is a man who appreciates well-made food, and it's clear that this is a very creative cake!

Kyungsoo was very cute in this. We all know his voice is super nice, and when he speaks quietly, his voice turns into a rumble <3 <3 The entire stream was very his style. There were activities but it was overall very low key and he did things at his own pace.

[transthatfag]

too addicted to that pic of gerard

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Oh my god i just found you're writing and I'm obssessed. First of all, I'm in love with your edgy!karl series. Seriously, it's amazing. Second of all, I had a little idea that you can take as a request if you'd like. I was thinking edgy!dream/clay but with a shy innocent girl. And a hint of some fear play kink? Like she's all cute and he's so edgy shes scared and intimidated by him when they meet and it turns him on knowing shes both scared of him AND attracted to him at the same time so he uses it against her(consensually of course)

can we call him alt!dream? ;) also,,, i rly like this request...

𝐉𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒. ♘ 𝐚𝐥𝐭!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairing: alt!Dreamwastaken x fm!reader

warnings: smut (18+), fighting, smoking, language, oral (fm. receiving), fear play, asphyxiation, sight size kink & praise, dominance

The movie theatre dimmed, the beginning credits of the film reeling as a montage of a city played in the background. You settled back in your seat, accepting the fact that you had been stood up, determined not to let it ruin the movie you had already paid for. That’s right; instead of treating yourself to a new pair of shoes or a set of notebooks, you agreed to meet up with a sleazy guy from class after weeks of him pleading.

You sighed slightly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you realized you hadn’t even wanted to see the film and had only agreed because he suggested it. Someone moved into a seat near you, his legs stretching as he slumped down, purely due to his towering height. You stiffened, crossing your legs to inch away from him at the sight of his various tattoos peeking out from beneath his dark corduroy jacket.

He carded a hand through his dirty blond hair, revealing an eyebrow ring as he swept his bangs off his forehead momentarily. You tore your eyes from him as you noticed the cigarette balanced behind his ear. Even with the seat between the two, you could smell the smoke on his clothes mixing with the faintest hint of vanilla.

You folded your hands in your lap as you noticed him give you a once over. He reached towards you, making you flinch slightly before you realized he was holding out his bag of candy to you. “Want a jellybean? You look upset,” he motioned, voice low as he whispered.

You shook your head quickly, muttering a thank you and playing with your fingers. He shrugged, watching you for a second more before turning back to the movie. He tucked his arm behind his head, chewing on his lip as if debating whether he should keep talking to you or just let you be. You weren’t really sure which outcome you preferred.

On one hand, he fit every one of your guilty pleasure fantasies, while on the other, he terrified the hell out of you. It was more of an intimidating feeling, residing in the way each of his movements caught your attention and the way you could barely keep your eyes off his grungy appearance. Your mind drifted from the plot of the movie and towards the images of his tattooed hands wrapping around your throat and giving you a reason to be scared.

“You here alone?” He asked, popping another jellybean in his mouth. The action made you think of your grandpa waning himself off of tobacco when you were younger. Those jellybeans were blue and a flavor of comfort for you now, while the man before you seemed to only fish for the red ones.

You nodded hesitantly. “I got stood up,” you mumbled, making him shake his softly. “What about you? Are you here alone?” You wondered where you had gathered the courage to talk to him, his demeanor making you want to run, but his voice was a symphony to your ears in the darkness of the movie house, drawing you closer with each of his lulling words.

He wet his lips. “So far,” he answered. He stuck out his large hand for you to shake, his skin was coarse against yours as his finger reached to brush against your wrist. “I’m Clay,” he added, his name rolling into your mind and nestling itself into your memory just due to the tone of his voice. After you gave him your name his mouth curled into a soft smirk. “It’s nice to meet you,” he remarked. You blushed for an unknown reason, thankful for the darkness to mask your emotions.

Someone entered the theatre, marching up to Clay and leaning down to his ear. “Dream, we have to go now,” the guy whispered into his ear, just loud enough that you could hear him. Clay's face twisted into an annoyed expression while the guy turned to leave.

Clay straightened his jacket on his shoulders. “Not to seem to forward, but can I get your number?” He queried. You raised your eyebrows at him, basking in the fact that despite his friend’s agitation, Clay was taking his sweet time making his move on you.

As if you were acting on instinct, you grabbed a pen from your bag as he held his hand out to you again. You found a bare spot on his skin and wrote your number as clearly as you could manage with your shaking hands at the way his eyes watched you alluringly. Without thinking, you blew on the ink, trying to keep it from smearing. You froze, realizing what you were doing as he bit back a smirk.

He was completely eating up your awkwardness.

He reluctantly took his hand back, being pulled up by his friend. “I’ll call you,” he whispered on his way out, heat rushing to your ears.

The movie ended shortly after he left, sending you back out onto the city streets and away from your cocoon where you had forgotten about the sleazy classmate and let thoughts of Clay weasel their way into your nerves. As you stepped through the doors, your phone began to ring, kick-starting your heart at the thought of it being Clay. Instead, it was a friend of yours asking how your date had gone. You tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pulled a piece of gum out of your purse.

Her ramblings went deaf on your ears as a car violently pulled up to an alleyway a block from you. You squinted as you moved closer, your apartment being in that direction anyway. A few men got from the car and that’s when Clay stepped into view from behind one of the buildings, flicking his cigarette to the ground and snubbing it out with the toe of his heavy boots as he watched them get out. You could see your number still written on his hand, mixing with his tattoos.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking tiredly at the group of men that had come from the car as his friends began to shout at them. Clay chewed on his lip, looking around and away from the conversation before his gaze met yours. His eyes widened slightly before he turned back, an attempt to keep the attention away from you.

One of the car members grabbed for Clay’s jacket, yanking him closer as if to get him to pay mind to the man talking. Clay sent him a cocky grin, towering over him. With his normal height and his boots, he had at least a foot on the guy. One of Clay’s friends separated the two, breaking the groups into a brawl while shouting was accompanied with fists and elbow jabs.

You turned, walking in another direction as briskly as you could without bringing attention to yourself and the group of boys in the alleyway. Little did you know, Clay was watching you leave and kicking himself for it.

The next day, your mind was racing with Clay’s whereabouts. He seemed like he had his opponents under control, but what if one of them had brought a knife or another weapon? It wasn’t unusual for boys in the city to butt heads like they were, but the fact that you’d let one nearly pick you up the night before was boggling.

You gripped the strap of your bag as you crossed the street, stepping onto the sidewalk and adjusting your skirt. You kept your head down as you passed various people coming and going from their apartments before your ears picked up on a familiar voice. You picked your eyes up, spotting Clay and a small group of guys walking together. He popped a jellybean in his mouth after chiming into their conversation.

You held your breath as they neared you and that’s when you noticed his bruised face and scraped knuckles. Your number was faded on his skin, but still apparent on the back of his hand. He smiled at you, breaking off from his group and walking backward to match your pace. You bit back a smile. “Glad to see you’re okay,” you mumbled, barely able to make eye contact with him. His friends called out for him and he waved them off, walking in line with you.

He chuckled lightly. “Yeah, sorry. I would have called last night but…” he made a gesture to his torso as he trailed off. “I broke a rib. I didn’t really… I don’t.” He laughed sheepishly as you raised your eyebrows. “I’m fine. It’s good,” he brushed.

You picked your gaze off the pavement finally, focusing on his discolored black eye and busted lip. He didn’t seem to be too hurt, but he wore his wounds well. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” He asked, voice changing slightly. You drew in a sharp breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before it could get further knotted in the wind. A few people narrowed their eyes at the two of you and you wondered how you looked together. What kind of juxtaposition it was; his tall, dark figure looking like death in Doc Martens while you barely passed his shoulder in height with your less intimidating color scheme.

You debated how to answer him. Your eyes flickered to his dangly earring; a silver ankh. He ate another jellybean. “I was at first. I’m still kind of weary of you, I guess,” you muttered, making a smile bite into his features.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, which you were beginning to believe was a habit when he was coming up with what to say. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”

You shook your head. A blush crept to your cheeks. “No, I kind of like it,” you mumbled, barely audible enough for him to hear. His hand slipped into yours and you could feel your chest tighten.

“You like being scared of me?” His voice was dripping with allure, making you bite your tongue in a flushed embarrassment. “You just keep getting better and better,” he teased, making your ears burn.

You weren’t sure how you ended up there, but God, were you thankful for Clay’s hands as they kneaded your ass, his lips pressing against yours. He ground his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth as your nails sank into his tattooed skin. His tongue pressed past your lips, his large hand moving to fist in the sheets beside you before dragging up your shirt to grip your breast.

You breathlessly moaned as he broke your kiss, lips trailing down your body as he sat back on his knees, dragging your underwear off as your shirt was also discarded to the floor. He looped his arms around your thighs, bringing you closer to his mouth as his concentrated stare shifted to your eyes before he buried himself between your legs, your body tensing as a groan ripped through your body. Your fingers carded through his soft blond hair, tugging slightly in appraisal as he pulled away from you.

Clay looked up at you again, slowly pressing one of his long fingers into you, you moaned his name, reaching one of your hands up to grip at the headboard above you. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, voice deep with lust as his breath fanned against your wet core. He pushed another finger into you as you nodded. He pressed his lips to your thigh. “I can’t believe you’re scared of me,” he mocked, making you whimper as his fingers pulsed against your sweet spot.

He pressed his lips to your core again, tongue teasing at your nerves as you caught your lips between your teeth. You moved your knee further up his arm for a better angle, driving him deeper. He pulled away, his fingers speeding up. “So needy,” he chuckled, the sound enough to send you over the edge if you really thought about it.

“Clay, please. I want you,” you whined softly, your thighs threatening to close around his head. His eyes sparkled devilishly, leaning away from you before tugging your legs towards him. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, jaw tensing as you moaned around him.

He grabbed your hips, flipping your body and pushing your shoulders into the mattress. You heard him unbuckling his belt and your fingers knitted into the sheets beneath you. He pulled you back by the shoulders, hand moving to hold onto your neck. “Maybe I should give you something to be scared of,” he chided, making a shiver run up your spine as he pushed your thighs apart driving himself up into you. You were sure you would tear in half at the sheer size of him, but you bit back your whimpers at the pleasuring pain.

One of your hands moved to grip onto his arm as he thrust into you, his teeth threatening to dig into your shoulder as you moaned. His other hand moved to tease at your nerves, his determination to summon your orgasm sending your head reeling. You tilted back your head, resting against his shoulder as his hand tightened around your throat.

He let go of you, dipping you against the mattress again as his fist knotted in your hair. He steadied himself, leaning on one of his arms beside your head. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as he thrusted into you at an ungodly pace, lips hovering beside your ear as he grunted your name and how good you felt.

You pushed your hips up against him turning your head enough that he pressed his lips against yours, the vibrations from his moans sending heat throughout your body. Clay’s tongue slipped into your mouth roughly, tasting your whimpers and lust. His teeth dragged against your lip as you felt him throb inside of you.

He pushed your shoulder back, moving you on your side as your leg curled around. At the new angle, he could drive himself deeper into you; dark green eyes focused on yours as his warmed breath cascaded over your chest. His hand moved to your jaw, running his thumb against your burning lips as his sights were almost hungrily looking upon you. Your breathing became shallow as he smirked at you, moving his hand to your throat again.

He leaned down, slowing his pace to drag in and out of you as his lips were close to your ear. He applied pressure, your breath hitching in your throat. “So pretty. Good girl, taking me so well,” he praised, making you moan as he kissed you again before speeding up his thrusts. You moaned out his name again, finishing as your eyes fluttered shut. He chuckled darkly, pounding into you harder. “Fuck,” he hissed, lips pressing to the skin behind your ears, digging his face into your hair as he chased his high.

He exhaled, breath blanketing your skin before he kissed your shoulder, cheek, and finally your lips in a quiet appraisal. You pulled him into the spot beside you. He ran his fingers through his hair as you curled against his side, his other hand brushing softly against your arm. You knotted your fingers with his, brushing your thumb against where your faded number rested. “Didn’t you just break a rib?” You asked, finally noticing the slide bruising on his side.

Clay chuckled softly. “Yeah, I think I was running on adrenaline until a second ago,” he groaned.

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hi! can you please write a tommy x reader fic where he acts a bit jealous? been loving your fics !!

I'm not going to lie I had a little to drink before writing this, sorry if its a little rough. I'm also really tempted to write a part two that's all smut. Let me know if that would be something you'd be interested in!

Thank you!! So happy you enjoy my stuff!!!!! XOXO

Rated: Teen! Reader is uncomfortable at the bar when an old gross school mate approaches her.

Part two: https://padfootdaredmetoo.tumblr.com/post/664707567204876288/loved-the-last-tommy-jealousy-fic-could-you

It was a slow, rainy day at the betting shop. A nice change of pace to the usual madness. After having finished everything and some extra chores, you and Esme decided some whiskey was in order. Four drinks in and the conversation had become relatively inappropriate.

“I told him we couldn't just do it there on the side of the road!” But her eyes had a twinkle in them that said they did it anyway. She looked around at the empty shop, then motioned for you to follow her down to the floor. The two of you sat cross legged on the floor, hidden by the bar like a couple of children. She whispered a story so filthy you couldn't help your face flushing.

You’d never been interested in any of the men who’d approached you over the years, most of them stopped once you’d taken up as Thomas’s personal secretary. To your misfortune he was the one you wanted more than anything.

“Ugh Esme I would kill for him to notice me like that.” It was something that made you endlessly ashamed. You were from the streets of Small Heath, working your way up from nothing. Pining over a man made you feel completely pathetic, especially when considering the stuff you’d survived.

“He doesn't deserve you, love.” She winked at you just as you noticed Tommy leaning over the edge of the bar looking down at you with those big sinful eyes.

“Who’s the lucky guy then?” He asked startling Esme. Taking a long drag of his cigarette he pulled the whiskey off the counter and poured himself a glass.

“No one.” Esme and you answered at the same time. You looked him dead in the eye and you swore on your life you saw something flash in those blue eyes.

“Well whoever he is, I'm inclined to agree with Esme.” With that he took his whiskey and floated out of the room. Your heart stopped till you heard the door to his office click shut. Making eye contact with Esme was a mistake as you both started to howl with laughter.

“Go in there” She said, trying to catch her breath “ And just climb on his lap and take him” The words only made you laugh harder. There wasn’t a possessive or sexually confident bone in your body. Something you were hoping to work on. You prayed he couldn't hear the two of you.

“If you two are going to laugh like that you might as well go home and get ready!” He shouted. There was a heavy silence before the two of you started laughing and stumbling out of the shop. You had almost forgotten about the party down at the Garrison. You‘d left your dress and stuff to get ready at Esme’s because it was much closer than your place. You stumbled through the entryway of her and John’s place, finding the quiet slightly eerie. Normally there was a whole pack of children that greeted you at the door. They had been driven out to stay with some of Esme’s relatives for the week, giving her and John a break.

After a disastrous supper and her helping you with your makeup you were ready to head down to the pub.

You’d only gotten more steadily drunk as the night progressed. John wolf whistled at the both of you as you came down the stairs. He picked Esme up off the last step and twirled her around like she was a princess, putting her down only to start kissing her. You said a silent prayer that one day a good man would want you like that.

“Alight! Hands off or we won't make it to the party!” You scolded them jokingly only to be pulled into their arms, both of them kissing your cheeks. You squealed and Esme sent you towards the door with a pat on the ass.

All of you stepped out onto the street and made your way towards the Garrison.

“If he doesn't notice her in that dress then he must be blind.” John said to Esme and you smacked her arm playfully

“Esme!” Horror evident in your voice.

“I didn't tell him, I swear. He just guessed. And I may have reached out for advice on what dress would be the best to wear if attempting to catch Tommy’s eye. I'm being clever!”

You let out a groan and John’s arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“He really doesn't deserve you, dear.”

Getting in the door you’d made the choice to switch to plane tonic water to try and sober up a bit before drinking any more. Taking a seat at the bar you watched the two of them go right onto the dance floor. They were an odd couple but they made for the sweetest best friends a girl could ask for.

You turned to the bartender and quietly asked for a tonic water. He slid the glass across the bar with a wink, just as someone grabbed your arm. You jumped at the contact, turning your head you saw Hugh Eaton from school.

“Y/N!! How are you??” He slurred, clearly he’d been drinking. You brushed his hand off of your arm and tried not to panic.

Hugh was someone that used to follow you around mocking you constantly. He came from a very wealthy family, it wasn't until your last year of school he’d tried to corner you in the hallway. Nothing happened, you’d rejected him and he went off about how poor you were. You’d beaten up boys for less, but Hugh had one of those families people didn't mess with. A fear that carried over to the present moment.

“Fine thanks” You hoped he would just move on if you played dead. A temper started to rise in your stomach at the emotion he brought up. This was supposed to be a fun night.

“Oh come on, have a chat with me, dear. You certainly did well for yourself.” He looked you over and you struggled to keep the liquor in your stomach.

“Nothing to chat about.” you answered in a cold tone. He let out a loud laugh.

“Don't be like that love.” He put his hand back on your arm squeezing it tightly trying to keep you from leaving. You turned your body towards him so you could look over him to try and find a Shelby to flag over knowing it was the easiest least embarrassing way out of the situation. If you lost your temper it would end in a big scene as it always did, one you’d be happy to inflict upon the gross man, but the attention it brought was not something you wanted.

He went on to talk about his school adventures and how he was going into politics. You finally spotted Tommy in the crowd, his eyes were locked on you while Esme was trying to explain something. He gave you that same fiery look as before, Esme noticed he wasn't listening.

She turned to see what he was staring at and you gave her the look. The: please Jesus get me the fuck out of here look. She said something to him and Tommy’s gaze snapped down to her, then he looked back at you. He made his way over to you placing a hand on your low back.

“You will have to excuse Y/N.” He gave no reason because he never needed to. Hugh released your arm immediately. You got up and Tommy led you on to the dance floor. He held you close and you followed the pace he set.

“Esme said you didn't like that boy?” He asked in his usual unreadable tone.

“N-no I don't.” You pushed your forehead against his shoulder to avoid having to meet his eyes.

“And why not? I assumed he was the one you were speaking of earlier”

“Oh fuck no! He was the only boy in school I couldn't beat up. His parents were to fucking far up the ladder.” You felt Tommy pull you a little closer.

“And why did you want to beat him up?” You swore there was a slight bit of venom in his tone.

“He was just an ass, and handsy ass. When I turned him down he tried to humiliate me every chance he got. Not hard to do when you come from nothing.”

“We come from the same place.” You looked up at him and he winked. “You want me to cut him?” He said casually while twirling you around. You saw Hugh still sitting at the bar looking absolutely furious.

“I think this dance was revenge enough.” You said with a cheeky tone.

“Maybe for you.” He said darkly and you shivered.

“Thanks for rescuing me and for the dance.” The song was ending and you assumed he’d have better things to do, important people to talk to.

“Doesn't have to end here, love.”

“What do you have in mind?” You asked slightly breathless, trying not to get your hopes up.

“We could leave, really give him something to think about.” You adored the slight bit of amusement in his voice. You didn't trust your voice to answer so you gave him a nod. His hand stayed at the top of your bottom, sending your mind to a filthy place. There was no way he was actually taking you home. Probably just walking you back to your place.

The cold bit into your flushed skin. Realising you had to walk all the way home, you scolded yourself for not having brought your jacket from Esme’s. As if knowing he draped his coat around your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You mumbled. He kept his arm around you as you walked down the street.

“So this other fellow?” Your body tensed, face beginning to redden.

“What about him?” you answered sheepishly.

“Well you and Esme never shut up so I assumed there’s quite a story” He slowed down when approaching the betting shop. You figured this was the best chance you got, Tommy was a lot of things, but you trusted he wouldn't punish you for your feelings.

“That’s what happens when you fall for your boss, and work at the desk next to your best friend.” The words tumbled out of your mouth and you looked up at the sky to avoid his reaction. He let out a sharp laugh, a laugh that was as rare and sweet as fresh honey. You closed your eyes and he pulled your face towards him gently.

“Now try falling for your secretary, who sits next to your brother’s wife.” Your eyes flew open in time to see that delicious, rare smile on his lips, his face just inches away from yours.

“People could write plays about us.” You said still in shock.

“Let’s give them something good to write about then eh?” He leaned in and swept you up into a consuming kiss that lit your whole body on fire.

_______

Part 2 loss of virginity while the house is empty??

[donutloverxo]

Good little wife

Note - Inspired by a request I got long ago and written for the happy hoelidays challenge I'm cohosting with my sister hoes @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 . I used the prompts two idiots in love + Character A loves Christmas. Character B hates it. A melts Bs cold heart Dividers by @firefly-graphics .

Summary - Your husband makes up to you for being a Grinch and a meanie to you throughout your marriage.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut(m/f), dub con, older man/younger woman, arranged marrige, leaking nudes, daddy kink, blood play, virginity/innocence kink, loss of virginity, virgin reader, painful sex, misogyny, mob activities.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 8k

“You look beautiful, cookie,” your mother raved, pressing her lips to your cheek, “He’s a lucky man.”

You only hummed. Staring at your refection, seeing someone you didn’t even recognize.

Your white lace dress somewhat conservative, still really pretty, something you would’ve been more than happy to wear if your circumstances weren’t so depressing.

You almost let out a sardonic laugh, you didn’t get to choose your husband but at least you chose your wedding gown.

“It’ll be alright,” your mother picked at your hair, noticing your evident sadness, you’ve never been one to hide how you feel anyway, “you’ll learn to love him. He’s very successful.”

“I always thought ‘money doesn’t make you happy',” something she had said to you so many times over the years.

“That’s just a fairy tale. People fall out of love, run out of things to talk about, men cheat, in the end all that’s left is how well he can provide for you,” she stated.

You checked your phone as soon as you could, going through your messages to see if your boyfriend, or rather your now ex boyfriend, had sent you anything. You still naively hoped that he'd come on a white horse and sweep you off and away, so you wouldn’t have to marry someone you’ve else. So you wouldn’t have to give up your freedom forever and just be someone’s wife.

But you saw nothing. He hadn’t talked to you, not since your father found out about you both. Since he was from a family your daddy hated with a passion, and you were supposed to as well, your father made you cut all times with him. Locked you in your room in a timeout till you came to your senses.

After over three weeks he came to you, telling you how he was ready to forgive you and move on. You were so happy. For a minute you let yourself believe that this was your father, he loved you unconditionally, of course he'd set aside whatever vain feud he has and let you be with your love.

All your hopes were crushed when he told you he had selected a husband for you whom you have to marry in just a month. That you had to drop out of college since you wouldn’t need that degree anyway.

You always did believe that he had your best interests at heart, you wanted to believe it this time as well, but you just couldn’t.

Cringing inwardly when he kissed your cheeks, “You look beautiful,” he told you, cold eyes staring at you, “Don’t try anything stupid. Andrew is a good man,” he looped your arm in with his.

“He’s more than a decade older than me,” you argued, biting your lip as he squeezed your arm to warn you.

You slapped a fake smile on your face, walking down, one step after another as everyone looked at you in awe.

This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life...

But when you looked at Andy waiting for you at the alter you felt nothing but grave anxiety which made your teeth clatter, his palms joined together at his front, he did look handsome with his tux and neat beard. You have had a crush on him for a long time but you’ve never even had a real conversation with him, you didn’t know him. No one did.

Your heart filled with dread as your father handed you over to Andy, patting him on his shoulder, “Take good care of her.”

“I will,” Andy smiled.

You weren’t really there, maybe your body was but your soul had left you to maybe make the whole ordeal less painful. The priest read the vows asking you if you were ready to take him as your husband forever.

“I do,” since you had no other choice.

“I do,” he repeated.

You felt a shiver jolt up your spine when his fingers grazed yours, putting the thin silver band on your finger before lifting your veil to press his lips to yours, giving you a chaste, barely there kiss as everyone cheered you on.

The rest of the evening was a blur, you could barely register what had happened, everyone sweetly calling you ‘Mrs Barber’ only making you more nervous.

Andy however, was cordial and formal as always, shaking their hands and thanking them.

Since you hadn’t really taken any dance lessons you were left to simply wing it with him at your first dance. With your clammy hands in his you tried to match his pace as he lead you, bumping into his feet with yours more than once.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Relax,” making you shudder.

You looked up at him, he had barely said two words to you but your grandmother often said ‘Eyes are the windows to the soul’.

And Andy’s eyes were so... kind, like a blue ocean you could happily drown in. He almost looked at you as if he were fond of you.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad...

You didn’t really expect Andy to carry you over the threshold, that was just a silly little fantasy you’ve always had and you knew he’d never indulge you in it but he didn’t even hold the door open for you.

You looked around his condo, so grey and boring, looked like it was out of a magazine catalogue, you felt so out of place there.

Naturally, you followed him to his bedroom, watching him wake his coat off, followed by his cuffs as he rolled his sleeves up.

You went over what you wanted to say in your head, how do you tell your husband that you’re a virgin, on your wedding night--that was something your grandmother never gave you advice on. You could’ve used her wisdom then.

With your mouth suddenly dry you tried to speak as he poured himself a drink, “Um... I’ve...”

“What?” he looked at you, quirking a brown brow up.

“Nothing,” you shook your head as you took a seat on the edge of the bed. “This is a nice house.”

“You can take the guestroom,” he said bluntly.

“What?”

“You can take the guestroom. I’ve already put all your bags there, you can decorate it however you like but don’t touch anything else.”

“But I...I’ve never heard of husband and wife sleeping in different rooms.”

“That’s true, it is unusual. This is not a normal marriage though, is it?” His tone so frustratingly patronising, as if he was talking to a child.

You’ve never really been appreciated for your mind, women never are--not where you come from, even your love Alex only ever thought of you as a ‘pretty face’. But Andy didn’t need to spell it out for you, “You... don’t want me...” you realised.

He only scoffed. He’d never been one for long term relationships, he had tried but he could never give himself to another person, women often called him emotionally unavailable, his demanding and dangerous job did contribute a lot to that, but more than that it was his unwillingness to change. He was self aware enough to know that but he didn’t need anyone else. He didn’t want to be tied down or to have a nagging immature wife.

“But why...” you wondered. Sure, you weren’t thrilled to marry him, but now you had accepted it and wanted to make the best of your new life. You thought he wanted the same.

“Why would I want you?” he spat. “ You’re nothing but a spoilt rich girl who’s had everything handed to her. Who was ungrateful and stupid enough to fraternize with the enemy.”

You let out a shaky exhale, looking at him with teary eyes, “I loved him...”

“You don’t know the first thing about love,” he rolled his eyes.

“He loved me too! But I’m willing to put that behind me. I made a vow to you.”

“You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” you frowned.

He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery to show you the compromising pictures you had sent to your ex, “He shared that with everyone, it was all just a ploy to humiliate your father.”

You gasped, taking his phone in your trembling hand, your breasts exposed as you shyly looked at the camera. You had flat out refused to send him a nude when he asked for it but then he threatened to break up with you, to go after your best friend, even called you a prude because you hadn’t slept with him. At the moment you felt as if you had no choice but to do it...

“He wouldn’t,” you sobbed.

“And because of your stupidity I had to marry you since no one else would ever want you,” he said. But then regretted it as you just started crying harder. He thought of maybe trying to console you but what would he even say?

He took the phone from you before you could even think of deleting the photos. He used them to pleasure himself almost every night. Maybe he was an idiot, he could have the real thing, yet he was pushing you away, “Go to your room,” he told you which made you sob even moreso.

You looked up at him, begging him for a hug, for some sort of comfort or sympathy but his face was cold and harsh. Finally gathering your wits you went to the other room, ready to cry yourself to sleep.

No matter how beautiful you were, you were still thrusted upon him, you didn’t love him, you never could because you never even had a choice

“Perfect,” you beamed, setting down the chicken pot pie you had just cooked up.

Your grandmama had always told you that a wife should be a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. So that her man would never stray.

And while you hadn’t had a chance to be a whore for Andy... something that you were looking forward to, you hoped the fresh home cooked meal, the holiday season and decorations you had spent the past few days working on would put him in the mood. To maybe accept you as his wife.

For the past six months you had tried everything, making him breakfast, packing his lunch, offering him massages, even trying to help him with his work but he was always so cold to you.

You feared that this is how it will be forever. He would never love you, not the way you’ve always loved him. Even when he was so cruel towards you.

But you were nothing if not resilient. So you said chuck it and went all out. Decorating your whole house, with a real tree for the past few days while Andy was out on a work trip for thanksgiving. Maybe you could surprise him and he’d realise just how much he lucked out with you.

You even went with a more risqué outfit than you usually would. Your little emerald green skirt with pleats was a bit too short and impractical for the cold winters but you were going to stay inside anyway. It was topped off with a tight burgundy blouse and a push up bra which made your girls look enticing and some red pumps.

With a pumpkin pie for dessert in the oven, your salads done and the gingerbread flavored candles lit up you were good to go.

So you sat on the couch, watching 'A Christmas story' for the hundredth time to kill time till he gets home and to distract your nervous mind.

After ninety minutes the movie was over but Andy still wasn’t home. You tried calling him but it kept going to voicemail.

Frustrated, but determined to follow through with your ‘Seduce Andy Barber’ plan you put on another movie, chewing your lip till it bled as you impatiently waited for him.

Soon it was midnight, your food got cold and the rumbling in your tummy became more prominent so you decide to eat your dinner, put the leftovers in the freezer and cut your losses.

You were almost done with your dishes when your husband coming into the apartment, turning around you saw him hang his coat on the back of the chair and plomp down on it. He groaned, pulling the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal his bulky forearms.

“You’re home,” you said, taking off your apron so he could see your little get up.

He didn’t smile at you like you expected he would, he didn’t say ‘Good job’ like you thought he would. He certainly didn’t look like he wanted to bend you over the dining table and take you then and there. He simply frowned at you. Looking at you as if your mere existence offended him.

“I told you; you were allowed to decorate your room however you liked. Not the whole apartment,” he growled, rubbing a hand over his face.

“What? I did it for you... I thought you would like it, ” you stood there, dumbfounded, shifting from one foot to another, “You don’t like Christmas.” You realised.

“No, I don’t. Christmas isn’t all fun and jolly for everybody. I’ve never had anyone to celebrate it with,” he did you a once over, his pants tightening uncomfortably as he took in your little ensemble.

He had never had a single good Christmas in his whole life. He’d usually spend it either working or drinking. But now, he had you, his good little wife who had gone out of her way to do all this just for him.

He could kiss your red lips then and there, finally do what he’s been wanting to go for the past few months and make love to you, eat the delicious meal you had made him because he was fucking starving.

But then he realized how easily you could be taken away from him. How this was all so fickle.

“Do you want a divorce?” he crossed his hands over his chest, as if daring you to give a wrong answer, “If you do, I’ll give you one right now.”

“I - ” you strutted, you didn’t really know, “Daddy would never let that happen.” To which he scoffed.

Your father would kill you both if this marriage failed. He knew that, why would he still be willing to risk everything?

“Where are you going?” you asked when he got up from the chair.

“To my room, to sleep,” he sighed.

He knew what you would say, he knew you were daddy’s little girl who’d die before disappointing her father, which was solely why you were with him, and yet he let himself fall for you and get hurt.

You tugged on his shirt, ready to beg him to at least eat the meal you made for him but then you frowned, inhaling the feminine perfume from his shirt, mixed with his own Cologne, you took a step back, your eyes brimming with tears as you realised he might’ve been with another woman.

While you were home slaving away to make everything perfect for him.

Your father had a handful of mistresses, a few of them younger than you. Your mother knew, all wives know and look the other way. That was how it was supposed to be. It was how you make marriages last...

And your poor beaten heart could take his coldness towards you, it absolutely could not bear him being with another woman. Your father had always praised him for being loyal, and it was one of the things you loved about him...

“Where were you?” you sniffled to keep the tears at bay.

“I was out working. So I could pay for your shopping sprees.” He spat.

You gasped, “I haven’t gone shopping in months! I only did now for Christmas!”

“That tree better be down by the time I wake up. You can out all that crap in your bedroom if you like. I do not what to see it.” He said gravelly, before slamming his door shut.

Something was horribly wrong.

Andy came home to an empty, cold house. You weren’t there to greet him like you usually are, in fact you hadn’t been for the past few weeks. He could hear the TV from your room, some kind of musical playing.

He checked the kitchen for some food, you used to make dinner every night, rave about your love for cooking and baking, but now it seemed that you lived on poptarts and McDonald’s.

He knocked on your door, to ask if you wanted some of the alfredo he was cooking up, also to maybe get you to have dinner with him.

Ever since he had married you, he had such a beautiful companion to have dinner with. To watch silly romcoms with, someone who waited for him to come home, called him all worried when he was late, asked him how his day was

It’d break his heart to say good night to you, you’d give him those puppy eyes, fluttering your lashes as if begging him to invite you to bed with him.

He wanted to ask you to come, to feel what it would be like to snuggle up with your soft body, to smell your hair, to finally fuck you, but he’d just go away to sleep in his cold bed with a heavy heart. Making do with his hand as he thought of you, it wouldn’t feel nearly as good as you would but it would have to do.

“Can I come in, honey?” he asked.

Letting himself in when no answer came from you. You were lying on your bed, blankets draped over you, your eyes trained on the television. He looked around your room, he had only been there a couple of times, he had expected to see some kind of winter wonderland since you were such a fan of Christmas.

But it looked just how it usually did... pale pink walls, a queen sized bed, a small closet and a dresser and a vanity. No tree or fairy lights or nut crackers.

He leaned against the door frame. “Did you have dinner?” He wanted to know.

You made some sort of unintelligible noise; which could mean anything. So he asked, “Would you like some pasta? I can’t make it as good as you do but I’ll try.”

“No.” You answered. Still not even looking at him.

“It’s Christmas Eve, do you want to go celebrate with your family?”

You shook your head in response. “No, I think I’ll just stay here.”

He had stolen your brightness and sunshine away, tainting you with his darkness. “Stop it,” he scolded, switching off the TV and standing in front of you to make you listen to him. “Get ready, I’m dropping you off at your fathers. You’re not spending Christmas in bed.”

“What difference does it make?” you huffed.

“Get ready. Right. Now.” He ordered, pulling your blanket away from you.

“No!” you whined. Sitting up, your face heating up with a simmering rage you had harbored for months. “Why do you even care? Do you want to get me out of the house so you could spend Christmas with her?!”

“Who’s her?” he furrowed his brows.

“Your mistress!” you yelled, looking around for something you could hurt him with, you grabbed a hold of your Mrs Bunny, your cute pink stuffie and threw it at his face. “I’m not going anywhere. And you’re not bringing her in to my house!” You said, throwing another stuffie at him which he caught with his hand.

“Honey,” he said, as if he was so disappointed with you, for catching him in his lies and deceit. “I don’t have a mistress. Where would I even find the time for one? All those late nights were spent at the office or in meetings.”

He would be the world’s biggest idiot to get a mistress when he had a wife like you waiting for him at home. A wife he hadn’t even so much as even kissed... given how pouty and tempting your lips looked, he didn’t know how he resisted for so long.

“Don’t call me honey,” you puffed out your cheeks, “And I don’t believe you.”

“Well, what can I do to make you believe me?”

You sighed, laying back down on the bedding, “There’s not much you can do. Except leave me be. I just want to sleep this Christmas away.”

He had to do something to get your spirits up. And since you has thrown away your old decorations he ran to every store in the town, waiting in the queue for hours, calling in as many favors as he could to get some new ones.

While he wasn’t able to get a real Christmas tree, he got a fake one which was a bit smaller than the one you had put up but not all that bad.

You had decorated the apartment with the traditional red, greens and golden he decided to go with a soft pastel pink theme. Hoping that you would like it and forgive him.

He had gotten you couple of gifts, a little babydoll he saw on the internet, it was pink and sexy, he thought of you the moment he saw it. Ordering it for you but he never really gathered enough courage to ask you to wear it. He wrapped it up for you in some festive paper, tying a ribbon around it.

He decided to get as many gifts for you as he could so the tree wouldn’t look so depressing, a Tiffany’s set, an advent calendar from a make up company he knew you liked, a box of cookies and one of chocolates, a new apron with floral patterns and frilly trimmings, some cozy socks, and a surprise gift he had been saving for you.

Looking around the living room, while it wasn’t as good as what you had done with the place he was still proud of what he could pull off in just a couple of hours.

He called out your name before knocking and entering, switching on your bedside lamp he sat next to you, stroking your hair, “Wake up, angel.”

“Seriously, stop it with the petnames,” you said, your voice groggy from sleep and irritated. Because he had only ever said your name with contempt before.

“I’m not going to stop, honey. You’re my wife, I can call you whatever I like.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, rubbing your sleep away from your eyes.

“I have a surprise for you.” He smiled at you.

And while he had certainly smiled at you before that, when you had said something funny or silly (which you usually did just to see him smile), this one seemed so much brighter and warm.

“What is it?” you sat up. Still a bit crossed with him but excited to see what surprise he had for you.

“You have to come into the living room for that, and promise to stop being a Grinch,” he said, bopping your nose.

You scoffed incredulously, “I’m being a Grinch?! You were the one who made me take everything down in the first place!”

“I know, honey, and I am sorry for that. Hopefully I can make it up to you.” He winked.

You combed your hair, splashing some water on your face and then following him out to see what he had in mind for you.

You all but gasped at the tree in the middle of your living room, so beautiful, the soft glow of the fairy lights illuminated the room, little festive trinklets all over the room.

He had got you a pink stocking with sparkling silver hearts on it. His was a normal red one with ‘Andy' written with a sharpie or a pen. You giggled at that.

“You like it, honey?” he asked.

You nodded, observing the ornaments on your tree, “I do. Thank you so much, Andy. It’s so beautiful, I don’t think anyone’s ever done something so grand for me.”

Your rave gave him the courage to out his hand over your waist, pulling you into him, “I know this doesn’t make up for everything, but it’s start.”

“Yes! I think... I’d like a fresh start,” you beamed up at him

He excused himself to make some hot chocolate for you both, handing you a mug with little heart shaped marshmallows and sprinkles on top of it. You didn’t even realise how you ended up snuggled up next to him on the couch, Elf playing on the TV which he shockingly had never seen before.

“You know... for someone who hates Christmas so much you did a pretty good job saving it!” you giggled, kissing his bearded cheek.

“Well...” he looked down at you, wiping away the mustache the hot chocolate gave you before sucking his thumb off, “I don’t hate it anymore, because I’m not alone,” he said, his thumb pulling on your plump bottom lip.

“Um...” you face heated up as looked away, “You got me gifts!” you screamed a bit overzealous to change the subject, “Can I open one now? Please?! I’m just so excited!”

“Sure,” he murmured, a bit salty that he didn’t get the kiss.

He knelt next to you on the carpet as you pinked one up, shaking it next to your ear, scrunching your nose up so cutely as you tried to decipher what it was.

“Mmm... I can’t tell...”

“Why don’t you just open it?” he asked as his hand caressed your bare thigh, finding himself unable to keep his hands off of you now that he has you.

You ripped at the wrapping paper, opening the box to reveal the skimpy baby pink lingerie he had got you.

You pulled it out of the box and then started stammering, unable to form words once you realised what it was. “Is this... um..”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s very cute and nice. Do you, want me to wear it for you?”

“If that’s what you want,” he said casually and then shrugged but then regretted it as your face fell and you let. He wasn’t used to half-assing things if he was going to tell you his true feelings, he had to go all out.

Taking a deep breath, “I have to tell you something I’ve been meaning to say for months.”

“What?”

“I... love you,” he looked down at your lap, because he couldn’t bear to look in your eyes if you decided to reject him.

“Oh, Andy!” you beamed, “I love you too! I’ve always loved you,” you crawled on top of him, throwing your arms around his neck you hugged him.

“That’s good then,” he smiled stroking your back, he pulled you back so he could look at your pretty face, cupping your cheek he pressed his lips against yours.

He had only kissed you once, months ago at your wedding, and while it was not bad at all it was too short and formal and distant, nothing compared to how he felt right now. Moulding his lips against yours, kneading the flesh of your ass, you tasted just as sweet as he imagined you would.

You gasped in his mouth when he rutted his erection up into your core. “Andy!” your chest heaving as you felt him pressing against your thigh.

“What do you say you go put that on for me, doll? Hm?” he instructed.

You meekly nodded, grabbing a hold of the lingerie which you just now noticed was so sheer and would not really leave anything to the imagination.

“Come on out quickly now,” his impatience seeping through his voice as he sat on the edge of his, or what would now be both of your marital bed, one leg crossed over the other, his foot tapping against the floor.

His pants already snug, just from imagining what you would look like with the flimsy thing on. It wasn’t as revealing or kinky as some of the other pieces he had seen, but he felt it would match your personality perfectly.

He groaned, calling out your name again, “I’m gonna fucking die of blue balls, if you don’t come out right now, I’m coming in,” he got up to his feet to do just that but then stopped when he heard the knob twist.

One smooth leg peaking out of the bathroom, “Um... promise you wouldn’t make fun of me?” you asked. Your eyes screwed shut, you didn’t really have much of choice but you had never been so vulnerable in front of anyone. You’d hate to not be satisfactory for him.

“I promise,” his face softened, he had to practice some restrain, at least until he breaks you in, “Now come on out.”

You opened the door, your meek eyes fixed on your hardwood floor, your hands hugging your midsection. You blinked when he said nothing for several long, tortuous moments. Peaking a glance up at him you found him staring at you.

“Uh, do you like it?” you asked as your hands played with the helm of the teddy.

He almost scoffed. Like would be an understatement.

He knew pink would be your color. The nightie so short, clinging to your curves, your nipples pebbled against the satiny fabric, you looked like a sweet little doll and a whole fucking meal to devour at the same time. He would burst before he even got to touch you.

“Twirl,” he made the motion with his forefinger to demonstrate it, “Let me look at you better. And hands to your sides.”

You took a deep breath, letting your hands fall, doing as he had asked, your heart hammering in your chest because for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out if he actually liked you.

“Stop there,” he instructed when he got a look at your pert, round butt, the cloth barely covering it, he could see the imprints of the thong you wore.

“What are you thinking?” you asked.

“If I like your front better or your behind.” He almost chuckled at the incredulous gasp you let out. “Alright, look at me again.” Definitely the front, because he could see your beautiful face. Taking his original position on the bedding, “Come here,” he patted his lap.

Like the obedient wife that you aspired to be, you followed, perching yourself up on his lap, your arms around his neck for some support, looking into his lust blown, dark eyes.

You bite your lip when you felt that pressing into your thigh. Unable to bear his intense gaze you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

He hushed you, snuggling your soft body closer to his, his fingers drawing patterns on your hip, “How many men have you been with before?”

It didn’t really matter whatever your answer would be. But he wanted to tell you, that how ever many there were before him won’t matter anymore. From now on you are solely his.

“None,” you whispered so lowly that he almost couldn’t hear you.

“What?” Holding onto your chin so that he could make you look at him, “None? How is that possible?”

“I’ve just been waiting for the right one... I was going to with Alex but then didn’t...” you said as your hands caressed the coarse hair on his jaw.

He hummed, the fact that he would be your one and only, forever, only served to entice him further.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asked, although he knew the answer.

“No...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you,” he promised, pushing on your shoulders to make you get on your knees.

You hissed at the cold floor, biting into the your calves and knees.

His dainty princess, he grabbed a throw pillow, instructing you to put it under, all the while staring at your cleavage peaking out like a creep.

Your eyes were fixated on his crotch, eager to see what a real penis looks like. You had watched some porn when you were a teen, out of sheer curiosity, but your friends had told you to lower your expectations. That real ones are much smaller and not so aesthetically pleasing.

You all but gasped when he took his cock out of the confines of his sweats, slapping over his abdomen. So big... and thick, with two veins over it, a bright flushed tip leaking with pre-ejaculate, and some soft hair dusted at the base of it.

You tried to stop yourself but then couldn’t help it, your hand shyly touching his tip yanking it down and then releasing it to see what happens. As suspected it flew back over, hard against his tummy, making you giggled.

“Oh gosh...” you slapped a palm over your mouth to stop from laughing.

He scrunched up the hair on the back of your head, yanking your neck back so that he could look at you, “What’s so funny?” he growled.

“Nothing,” you gulped, “It’s all just so strange and new... and exciting...”

He hummed as he took in your words. Grabbing the base of his cock as he rubbed his tip and precum all over your cheeks till your face was positively glowing with his essence.

“You wanna taste it?” he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.

Nudging your pouty lips with his tips before tapping on them when you didn’t get the clue, “Open.”

“Oh,” you said before opening as wide as you could, his length easing into your mouth. You hummed around him, the salty unique taste of him you had never really known before and couldn’t get enough of now.

He was barely halfway through inside you when he touched the back of your throat, he tutted, “Relax your throat,” he told you.

You didn’t really know what he meant but you tried loosening up all your muscles. Choking around him when he pushed in a few more inches.

Most of him was still out but it was as good as it’s gonna get, not that he’d ever complain... no... your mouth was like heaven. He had only known his hand for the past year Or so, and your mouth was almost too much.

Holding onto your face to keep it in place he started thrusting upwards into you, his heart swelling with tears escaped your eyes but you still tried to take more of him, to please him like the good girl that you were.

He stopped his hips, gently slapping your cheek to get your attention, “You always look at me when my dick is in your mouth. Got it?”

Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of cock, you just nodded.

You peered up at him innocently, fluttering your lashes, popping him out of your sloppy mouth, “Am I doing it right?” because you truly couldn’t tell.

He chuckled, smoothening a hand down your hair, “More than right... it’s too good but I want to come in your pussy. Maybe I’ll make you swallow my load latter, what do you think?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” you licked your lips to taste more of him.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered.

“Um... can I go fix my face before that,” you rubbed your mouth with the back of your hand, you doubted you looked very pretty to him then.

“No,” he stated, pulling you up by your armpits and all but throwing you on the bed.

You yelped and tried to protest, “I wanna look good for you...”

He pushed your legs apart to make room for him, smirking above you, eyeing you up as if you were a piece of meat, his prey, “This really does look pretty on you...” he rubbed the flimsy spagetti strap between his fingers, “but it’s served it’s purpose.”

You screamed, holding onto his wrists as he ripped the babydoll in two pieces, revealing your breasts to him, he yanked at it, throwing the remains away.

“That’s much better,” he gritted, pinching one of your peaks, capturing it in his mouth and suckling at it to his hearts content.

You pouted as you looked at the torn cloth, a bit upset that he ruined his gift to you. “I really liked that...” you sniffled. But couldn’t really ponder because Andy’s ravenous mouth was sucking hickies all over your breasts.

“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you ten more,” he bit into the side of your breasts, your mewls and whines were like music to his ears.

“Andy...” you heaved, “Don’t leave marks... I have to go to dinner tomorrow to moms...”

He stopped abruptly, propping himself up above you and you were afraid that you had upset him, “You’re my wife now, honey. Your father gave you to me,” his hand snaking down your body, between your legs, he parted your moist lips, the pad of his fingers meeting your little pearl, “I can do whatever I want with you,” he reminded you, pushing a finger into you, “This cunt is mine now, got it?”

“Yess...” you whined as you squirmed under him, the invasion of his finger inside you too alien to your body.

“Which means you ask for permission before you touch yourself, or better yet, don’t touch yourself because that’s my job,” he stated.

“Have you ever made yourself come?” he asked, trailing soft kisses down your body till he settled between your legs, moving the strong of the thing to the side so he could get a better look at your virgin pussy, adding another finger inside you, your snug walls clinging to his digits, “You’re so fucking small. Can barely fit my finger. How will you take my cock,” he teased.

He’d make you take it.

You whimpered at the sting of it, “I’ll try, daddy...” throwing your head back as you massaged your breast.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him when he stopped his ministrations, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” he quirked a brow. “Do you realise what you just called me?”

You simply shook your head because you hadn’t really called him anything, “Andy?”

“No,” he huffed, “You called me daddy, honey.”

You gasped, you didn’t mean to say it out loud! “No...” you shook you head from side to side, trying to pull away from his fingers still knuckle deep inside you, “It can’t be!”

“Oh, but you did,” he laughed, “And you’re gonna say it again. In fact, from now on, when it’s just the two of us that’s the only thing that you will call me. Unless you wanna get punished...”

“Okay...” you said, still a bit unsure of it all.

You had always called him ‘daddy’ in your fantasies. It was maybe a bit expected for it to slip out like that but still so embarrassing. You said it again just to make sure that he actually wanted you to call him that and wasn’t just teasing you.

“Good girl,” he winked, latching his mouth around your clit, fucking you with his fingers as he kept sucking.

“Daddy...” you whined, biting on your hand to muffle some of your noises, a knot building up in the pit of your stomach, “Don’t stop, please!”

You gushed over his mouth, he lapped it all up, making sure nothing went to waste.

“You did good, honey,” he said, your cheeks heating up when you saw his beard glistening with your juices. He rolled your thong down your thick thighs, “You wear this to dinner tomorrow,” he told you. “Since I’m going to be a real husband from now on I pick out what you wear.”

All so he could see you in those pretty flowy dresses you wear sometimes, but you didn’t need to know that.

He hastily pushed his sweats and briefs past his hips, throwing them off the bed before pulling his t-shirt over his head.

You bit your lip at just the sight of him. His shoulders so broad, chest so wide, dark hair dusted all over his chest, you just knew then that all those hours he spent at the gym paid off, you knew he’d be ripped.

But you absolutely did not expect, someone as uptight as him to have numerous tattoos all over his torso.

Something inscribed in Sanskrit on his chest that you didn’t really understand... the logo of your family’s mob on just under his pectoral.

You sat up to get a better look at them, tracing a skull on his bicep that looked much less sophisticated than the others, the lines a bit scribbly, it was already fading.

“That’s the first one,” he interrupted you, “I was a kid back then, got my foster brother to do it.”

You pressed a kiss over it, “I love it.”

His blue eyes beamed at you, he was so beautiful...

“Now for your gift...” he circled your wrist bringing it down to his pelvis.

“Hm?” you looked down, tears brimming up in your eyes as you saw your name written on just beside his hipbone, next to his hard cock, standing tall against his stomach. In a small heart, dark ink against his pale skin, “When did you get it done?” you sniffles, touching his skin to feel the texture of the tattoo.

“A few weeks ago. I just... I’ve never belonged to anyone. Never had a family of my own. But now I have you, and you have me, I’m just as much yours as you’re mine,” he confessed, finally feeling the weight of it lifted off his shoulders. You were a blessing in disguise.

“I love you,” you beamed up at him.

“I love you too, doll, now come on,” he pushed you till you were on your back, “Daddy’s waited long enough. Can’t wiat to fill you up, make you mine.”

He planted a hand on the mattress, so he could see what he was doing to your virgin cunt, look at you and her, as he defiles you and makes you a woman, his thick manhood nudging your glistening lips as he eased into you, he felt you stretching around him, your face twisted in pain as you begged him to go easy on you, he halted when he felt your barrier.

He looked up at your pretty face, sparkling with his spend and your tears, your sweet little whimpers filled the room, he stayed still for a moment to let you get used to him, he knew he should take it easy.

His wife was a delicate, fragile, sweet little girl. He should be more gentle. A better husband and man would be. But he had his whole life to become a good man for you, tonight he just wanted to take what was rightfully his.

Letting out a deep, almost animalistic growl, piercing through your seal, your innocence till you were screeching, your nails drawing blood from the sides of his thighs.

“It hurts!” you screamed.

“It’ll only hurt for a little bit, doll. Just ride through it,” he cooed, stroking your sensitive clit to draw your attention away from the pain, he withdrew his hips before snapping them back till he was deep within your womb.

“You’re so snug, honey,” he grunted, not letting up his pace as he kept fucking into you,

A proud smirk gracing his face as he looked down to see himself covered in blood, a sticky mess of both your bodily fluids where your sexes were joined. His dick somehow grew harder inside you knowing how he took something from you that you’ll never be able to give someone else.

Slowly your crying and whining was subsiding as you got used to have him inside you, but he wanted to hear you scream for him in a different way. “Don’t you want to make your husband, no, your daddy happy, honey?” He asked, each word punctuated with a deep, harsh thrust into you.

You nodded, willing your tears away, cringing when you saw his crotch covered in your blood, “Yes I do, daddy. What do I do?”

“Your cute dumb brain always needs to be told what to do,” he chuckled, moving closer to you he circled his palms around your wrists, pinning them above you, “Wrap your legs around me.”

You followed along, wrapping your legs around his hips and hooking them together on his back. Closing your eyes when you felt your body seizing up, your pussy pulsating around his length when you felt the familiar feeling creep up on you.

“Look at me!” he barked and you immediately opened your eyes, “You look at me when I fuck you.”

You gulped and dared not close your eyes again. Even as you felt your orgasm wash over you, clenching around his length. His face was scrunched up, his neck, face and chest flush as he chased his own release till you felt his warm release coating your walls.

He collapsed above you, panting beside you he kissed your hair, “You liked that, babygirl?”

You let out a meek little yes. Feeling empty and void of his warmth and hardness when he pulled out of you before settling next to you.

“But...” you trailed off. Not finding it in you to bare yourself to him like that just yet.

“But what?” he whipped his head to look at you.

“But I’m sorry if I wasn’t very good!” Since you had simple laid there and took whatever he gave you. You had heard that men don’t like that...

“Don’t worry, honey, you were absolutely perfect,” he sighed. “You’ll get even better with practice, we’re gonna practice a lot from now on.”

You tried to cover your breasts up with the comforter, still awkward about being stark naked right next to a man, a man who looked as good as like Andy, but he swatted at your hands, reprimanding you and telling you to stay still and let him look at you to his hearts content.

Soon you felt your cunt throbbing back up again, still so raw from the loving Andy gave it, you tried rubbing your legs together to ease it a little bit.

“It still hurts?” Andy asked as you nodded.

He snaked a hand between your legs, massaging your little nub and your lips, tutting when you tried to pull away from his touch, “Shh I’m trying to make it hurt less.”

He hummed when he saw his seed leak out of you, pushing a finger in you, much to your displeasure, to keep it inside you, where it belonged.

He would make you go on some form of birth control as soon as he could. While the idea of you all round and plump with his kid was more than appealing, he didn’t want to share you with anyone else just yet. You were young, he had plenty of years to breed you.

“You’d make a good mother,” he wondered out loud.

“Hm?” you blinked at him. Squirming from the torture he was yielding on your overworked sex. His lips curled up in a twisted smile as he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping your blood on your soft nipples, painting them crimson as you shivered.

You looked at his cock, hard again against his stomach. “Does it hurt?” you asked, your hands twitching to touch it again.

“Yes, it does. Do you wanna help me get rid of the pain?”

“Mm... can I use my mouth again? I’m sore...”

“It’s okay, honey, you’ll get used to it,” he promised, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him, your palms pressed into his abdomen as you looked so wrecked, “Guide me in,” he ordered.

You shook your head which earned you a harsh slap on your ass so you held onto the base of his cock, parting your intimate lips, before slowly sinking down on him.

You sighed as you settled, sitting on top of him with his cock nestled inside you, so full and strangely satisfied, his warmth soothing your aching walls, he spanked you again to remind you to move, so you started bouncing on top of him the best you could.

His hand groped at your bouncing titts before he wrapped a hand around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure as you whimpered and cried, just to remind you who’s in charge, not that you’d forget anytime soon.

His only regret was that he hadn’t done this sooner. He was an idiot to ever resist an angel like you. He’ll have to do a lot to make up for lost time.

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