do we think something happened to desmond or... like radio silence for four months is crazy
i think the disappearing for months is inevitable and expected from desmond if we recount past experiences 😭 i mean, hey, silver lining i suppose it gives you something to look forward to. tired excuses, i know.
im okay, but unfortunately i can’t give a timeline just because my writing has grown slow so i’m sorry :( but it’s in my drafts and a little over half completed.
Hiii Gorgeous!! How are you? I’ve missed talking to you. I hope you are having good days, and if not I’m sending so so so much of my love and hugs to you! 🫂💐
hi love! i’m okay, thank you. i haven’t been on here just because i’ve been admittedly insurmountably stressed, butttttt every negative happenstance is an opportunity to come back better. :D
i hope you’re okay too my love! please please reach out for anything. 🤍
exhusband!wajid (kinda?) fucks you over divorce papers! 18+
𑣲 a/n: this was written in an hour, the idea wouldn't leave my mind. cw: yandere aspects, almost a dark theme if you squint.
Grueling hours combined with your overwhelming pettiness for your ex husband leave you feeling nothing short of exhausted. Long nights of hearing Wajid subtly grovel over the phone, trying to convince you that a divorce isn't ideal because it causes unnecessary stress. You were already the VP of his company, and had to continue seeing his face every single day.
Even you could admit it was putting the two of you through rings of fire. Wajid had given a plethora of reasons why he'd changed for you, but the fact he only waited until now to change his overly-controlling ways, when he was about to lose you for good, left a salty taste in your mouth.
You'd found ways to keep yourself occupied. It wasn't worth your career, sulking in sadness. It was best to put healing to the side for now and focus on what was right in front of you. You'd be damned before you let feelings get in the way of business.
A home to go back to was really all you needed, and, well, you'd secured more than enough funds to provide that for yourself. You and Wajid had been seperated for a few months, occasionally falling back into the same routine of business associates. But you never missed how everyone seemingly walked on eggshells around the two of you more than usual.
And then you're awaiting Wajids trifling presence, marital settlement agreement on the paper infront of you in bolded letters, anticipating signatures from the two of you. As much as you loathed seeing his face almost every single day, the look of helplessness on his face as he walks into the room and his eyes skim the paper is enough to satisfy the pit in your stomach.
"You're going through with this." He states, something in his jaw ticking.
"This was always your issue," you say, rubbing your temples dramatically while rolling your eyes. "Your inability to take me seriously. Always making empty promises about protecting me. I hope the next woman treats you how you deserve."
The last sentence is practically spat out. The fun thing about that statement is it's hard to comprehend. Treats you well could've been used. But no, how you deserve.
The unfortunate part? Your bratty mouth leaves you, ten minutes later, bent over the table. The same familiar routine.
Wajids teeth are gritted, one hand around your waist, firmly gripping the soft skin and the other in your hair tugging just enough to reveal your neck. A blank canvas Wajid planned on painting with his tongue. Your eyes fall back, before Wajid tugs again.
"Don't close your eyes," gripping your face with ease, he turns it toward the paper. "Read our divorce papers to me while I fuck you stupid."
Your pussy clenches around nothing, the emptiness antagonizing you more than Wajids erection rubbing against your ass, hard and leaking.
The same familiar routine. Always. It had been the same for months. The second the two of your were left alone together, it always ended with clothing discarded and your judgment foggy.
With a gulp, you do as you're told.
"It is the d-desire and the intention of the parties," you begin, attempting to regain any composure you can, the sound of Wajids zipper coming down before he lines himself up with your pussy, the head of his cock teasing your wet entrance with a groan. "- that their relations with respect to p-property and financial matters be finally fixed by this agreement." You finish with a strain.
Finally, Wajid pushes inside of you raw, like always. This time, it was angrier than usual. Pent up frustration bled into this moment like the ink from his signature on paper soon would. The girth of his dick fills you like nothing else ever has, gripping him tight enough that you feel the veins rubbing against your walls. He throbs when you yelp.
The pressure between your hips sends you into a daze, and he hasn't even actually began fucking you properly.
"Keep - fuck - going," Wajid barks out through gritted teeth. "you'll always belong to me, no matter what a - ngh goddamn paper says."
He's thrusting between words, out of breath yet having absurd strength. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix, sending your brain into literal mush as the words on the paper blur. Vision hot, you feel drool leave your lips, staining the papers you were being fucked on.
Wajid scoffs like he'd just re-fucking-married you.
"Look at thaaat. Wanna leave me so bad, yet-" He palms your ass, spanking it with a loud slap echoing. "You're drooling over these papers, and your pussy is leaking allll over me.."
"Fuck, you," you muster out between heavy breathing.
Wajid hums with disdain. "Miss that rock I gave you being on your finger. Proved that you were mine." Another slap to your ass, and a tear slips from your eyelid.
"Think about it, baby. Who else is gonna fill this tight pussy like I do? Make you, fuck, cum as hard as you do?"
Before you let out a remark, he cuts you off with another rough thrust that felt like a threat.
"Well, you'll never get to find out. Swear to the Goddess -" He pauses and gasps when you fuck him back, ass now bouncing against his thighs with an erotic clapping sound. "I'd keep you locked in our fucking house if I could, never let you leave.."
His kisses on your neck are bruising, every inch of your body burning as you roll your hips back again.
"You're fucking, oh fuck! Insane." It was almost pathetic, really. The way you tried to speak. Embarassingly meek.
"Insane, yet I feel you gripping me like your fucking life depends on it." Ironic, coming out of his mouth, considering he's quite literally trying to pound you into oblivion. "I can tell you're about to cum, sweetheart. Go ahead and soak the dick you claim to hate like a good girl."
Though the papers finalizing your divorce were long forgotten, you make a mental note to have your lawyer come on your behalf to sign them next time.
hi my darling! i was adoring your layout before i read your intro. i saw your music veneers, and i have to know if u like any gg, and if you have a fav rnb artist?
mwah!
Hi my love!!! Awww thank you so much🫂🪽. Ouuu yes I do love girls groups like TWICE, and LE SSERAFIM! They are my favorite! And my favorite rnb artist I would sayyy Brent Faiyaz, his new album is chefs kiss! 😫
This is probably not an ask you would normally receive but could you please tell me how you get the colors on your text? Like different colors that tumblr doesent have. I'm trying to give my fanfics upgrade but i see all these people have beautiful texts on their fics like 2 colors on the texts and beautiful handwriting. Could you please tell me how to do that?♡♡
hi ash! i would love to tell you, but i'm sorry in advance if my explanation isn't the best.
there are other tutorials out there, but this is how i like to do mine.
↑ this is the website i use. you'll see a text box where you can put any text you'd like. you can toy with the amount of colors, the fade type, etc.
after you've made your text and hit "create fade", if you're happy with it, you'll then hit the "select all" button. this will highlight the code you'll need for tumblr. copy it down.
you'll need to be on a computer-type device or use google on your phone. when you access tumblr off of it, open the create button. next, if you look at the top right hand corner of the create text box you're in, there will be a cogwheel.
click on that and scroll down to where it says, "text editor". it should have rich text selected, but for this you'll need to select the html button. once you click that, there should be two tabs at the top of the create box. one that says html, and one that says preview. click the html window if you haven't already.
once you're there, paste that same code into the html tab, then click preview! ta-da!
if you have any other questions feel free to dm me. ♡
the thought of rhett and his queen still using the device he put in her food that binds their lives to each other, except they both have it because they can’t fathom nor imagine either one of them living without the other.