synopsis: both you and your husband, being the addictive workaholics you are, eventually reach a breaking with your overwhelming perfectionism, how will you both quench this insaitable tension? oh i wonder
a/n: be patient n' listen to the song after you finish (reading), ik you horny as shit
warnings: mdni cuz i said fuck like twice, no hard smut (yet?) but very steamy
music: granny got hit by a bazooka by miami xo
wc: 1.3k
this was probably the worst fucking week you've ever had.
your work was seriously getting so exhausting to the point where even coffee couldn't keep you sane, you were awake on raw will power and the fear of not being able to meet your deadlines.
sure you loved your work and how you drowned in it, it made you feel alive, but this week in particular
everything you did, and i mean everything you did, kept fucking up
and being the perfectionist you are, you hated it.
the only thing grounding you was probably your phone wallpaper, which was you and your husband holding up a bouquet of flowers, which's card read ''anything for you, love'' in a beautiful shade of pink
and you smiled
maybe this week wasn't as bad as you thought
until you see a notification pop up, another email from your boss, and you sighed clicking your phone shut
nevermind.
this week was full of just cursing yourself over every minor error, and it all started pilling up one by one, mistake by mistake, complain by complain and finally,
you hit your breaking point.
''darling please dont test me right now.'' your husband's voice rasps
.
.
.
.
.
''excuse me?''
you turn around, wide eyed with frustration
your husband just got home from work, it was a rainly night with his eyes tired and his shoulders incredibly tense under his expensive suit, his hair was neatly kept, as a way of holding onto the last shreads of his composure, yet a single strand of hair dripped down his forehead, defying his perfection.
he settles down the soaked umbrella the held and walks to the couch losening his tie, right before
''test you? are you fucking kidding me right now?'' you snap back
he turns his head towards you, dropping his suitcase on the table and you both just stare at each other for a very
very
uncomfortable 10 seconds
''honey'' his deep voice echos, being as patient as possible
''speak.'' you snap back, with a sassy tone
he looks at you again, dead in the eyes, and just for a second, just for a minuscule second
you see it
his composure wavered.
with the ever so slight twich of his jaw, and you ofcourse, didn't leave that unnoticed
''what? you're mad now? YOU'RE the one who's mad?'' your voice now raising as you took a step forward
''I just told you to pick up my goddamn order from the fucking resturant and tha—''
he takes step towards you with a big thud, the sound echoing in the room and you pause, not even realising when you're backed into the wall
''I'll order it.'' he says coldly, and you swear you could see the rage radiating off him, and he was trying oh so hard not to show it
''No resturant is gonna' deliver SHIT at this hour!'' you yell while he just, stares
''You had one job and we both know I don't ask you for favours if its not importan—''
''I said I'll fucking,'' he interrupts, the cuss foreign to his lips
''order it.''
''and I said there's isn't any fucking resturan—''
before you know it
he smashes his lips onto yours, effectively shuting you up, but his hands weren't on you, they layed flat on the wall right above your head
you couldn't even process how the kiss was before he pulled alway, his eyes staring at you with the weight of his boiling rage laying right on display, not a single inch of him was touching you and yet, you could feel him all over your body
and it pissed you off.
''fuck you.'' you spat out, tilting your head upwards, almost challenging him with your cold expression, and fuming with anger
''fuck me?'' his voice rasps, accompanied with the faint twitch of his jaw
''honey, i already said don't—'' he leans down, emphasising the last word
''test me.''
.
.
.
.
.
suddenly
under all your supressed temper, you yank his tie and pull him in, your lips crash against each other once again, into the most messy and sloppy kiss you've both probably ever had
and that's when he finally
finally
grabs your jaw and tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue in with his hands holding your face roughly, not enough to hurt you but enough to squish your cheeks visibly, enough to make you feel that he's not playing nice
the kiss turns wild and aggressive with one of his legs now shifted right between yours while your hands kept pulling his tie, choking him harder and harder by the second, and you could feel a smirk forming on his lips as you both devoured each other
his hand slowly shifts to your hips, pulling you by the waist and you could feel his hard length right on your core, you both were running out of air at this point, suffocating each other, before you feel his hands run under your shirt, the cold touch only makes you shiver as you let out a small whimper in his mouth
and its then, when he barely breaks the kiss, with your lips still touching and his tongue still ever so slightly on your mouth, he whispers
''I dont want t—'' he whispers
''use you like this, love.'' he hums into you, pulling you hips closer which makes your core grind over his thigh and you supress your moan, bitting his lower lip which makes him groan
he's being so aggressive and yet
still so gentle
you never answer him, just chasing his lips and hiding the blush growing on your cheeks
and ofcourse he gladly complies, while uttering small nothings like ''im so sorry'' and ''i was too rude'' or ''my apologies'' as they drown into your kisses
the kiss slowly grows gentle, despite your attempts on tugging his tie and choking him, or pulling on his hair, or even making his lips bleed, he still held you in place, strong hands that dug deep into your hips, just grinding his thigh against the, now wet, shorts that you wore
and as much as you would have loved his beautiful and gentle patience on any other random tuesday, tonight, you wanted to be fucked like he hated you with his soul.
nothing more nothing less
so when you noticed his touch growing supressed, clearly wanting to be rough but still holding back, it pained you
''honey'' you break the kiss, ever so slightly with your thumb over his lips to replace it missing touch
and he looks at you, silent and waiting for you to continue
you could see it
the hunger in his eyes, the sweat that dripped off his forehead, the flushed expression on his cheeks as if he was fighting for his life, still hanging on the threads of his composure while he just ripped your own to shreads
''how much more obvious do i have to make it, you idiot'' you say as your hands travel to the rim of his belt
and he just stares at you for a hot second, almost as if he's contemplating what to say or do
finally, his hand moves and cricles around your neck, not applying any pressure but just
there
''so you want me to'' he tilts his head and you could see his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips
''honey.'' you say deadpan
''mm?'' he hums, clearly amused
''dont do that.''
''do what~''
''don't test me.'' you stare
''oh im testing you? but its not my fault that you'll not be able to handle it my lov—''
and that sends you
you snap and reach out you hand, grabing his neck and choking him
hard
''just fuck me'' you say in between your teeth, just above a whisper, still shy and unable to say the words properly while he chuckles in response, still suffocating under your grip
''fuck you?'' he asks, with a tease
''don't.'' you warn him again, and that makes him laugh
''alright alright''
finally
he picks you up, with almost no effort and begins to walk towards your shared bedroom, you circle your legs around his waist and hug him close, and thats when he looks up at you and whispers
''anything for you, love''
part 2?
comment to be added to the taglist !
not my proudest work i fear </3
started this like a long longgg time ago but life kinda fucked me real good for the past 3 weeks so dont mind mee :p
tbh i have a pure smut planned revolving around a senario just like this cuz im a SUCKER for hate sex so dw part 2 will come up very soon!!
and as always, i love you all so so soo muchh my lovely children
synopsis: both you and your husband, being the addictive workaholics you are, eventually reach a breaking with your overwhelming perfectionism, how will you both quench this insaitable tension? oh i wonder
a/n: be patient n' listen to the song after you finish (reading), ik you horny as shit
warnings: mdni cuz i said fuck like twice, no hard smut (yet?) but very steamy
music: granny got hit by a bazooka by miami xo
wc: 1.3k
this was probably the worst fucking week you've ever had.
your work was seriously getting so exhausting to the point where even coffee couldn't keep you sane, you were awake on raw will power and the fear of not being able to meet your deadlines.
sure you loved your work and how you drowned in it, it made you feel alive, but this week in particular
everything you did, and i mean everything you did, kept fucking up
and being the perfectionist you are, you hated it.
the only thing grounding you was probably your phone wallpaper, which was you and your husband holding up a bouquet of flowers, which's card read ''anything for you, love'' in a beautiful shade of pink
and you smiled
maybe this week wasn't as bad as you thought
until you see a notification pop up, another email from your boss, and you sighed clicking your phone shut
nevermind.
this week was full of just cursing yourself over every minor error, and it all started pilling up one by one, mistake by mistake, complain by complain and finally,
you hit your breaking point.
''darling please dont test me right now.'' your husband's voice rasps
.
.
.
.
.
''excuse me?''
you turn around, wide eyed with frustration
your husband just got home from work, it was a rainly night with his eyes tired and his shoulders incredibly tense under his expensive suit, his hair was neatly kept, as a way of holding onto the last shreads of his composure, yet a single strand of hair dripped down his forehead, defying his perfection.
he settles down the soaked umbrella the held and walks to the couch losening his tie, right before
''test you? are you fucking kidding me right now?'' you snap back
he turns his head towards you, dropping his suitcase on the table and you both just stare at each other for a very
very
uncomfortable 10 seconds
''honey'' his deep voice echos, being as patient as possible
''speak.'' you snap back, with a sassy tone
he looks at you again, dead in the eyes, and just for a second, just for a minuscule second
you see it
his composure wavered.
with the ever so slight twich of his jaw, and you ofcourse, didn't leave that unnoticed
''what? you're mad now? YOU'RE the one who's mad?'' your voice now raising as you took a step forward
''I just told you to pick up my goddamn order from the fucking resturant and tha—''
he takes step towards you with a big thud, the sound echoing in the room and you pause, not even realising when you're backed into the wall
''I'll order it.'' he says coldly, and you swear you could see the rage radiating off him, and he was trying oh so hard not to show it
''No resturant is gonna' deliver SHIT at this hour!'' you yell while he just, stares
''You had one job and we both know I don't ask you for favours if its not importan—''
''I said I'll fucking,'' he interrupts, the cuss foreign to his lips
''order it.''
''and I said there's isn't any fucking resturan—''
before you know it
he smashes his lips onto yours, effectively shuting you up, but his hands weren't on you, they layed flat on the wall right above your head
you couldn't even process how the kiss was before he pulled alway, his eyes staring at you with the weight of his boiling rage laying right on display, not a single inch of him was touching you and yet, you could feel him all over your body
and it pissed you off.
''fuck you.'' you spat out, tilting your head upwards, almost challenging him with your cold expression, and fuming with anger
''fuck me?'' his voice rasps, accompanied with the faint twitch of his jaw
''honey, i already said don't—'' he leans down, emphasising the last word
''test me.''
.
.
.
.
.
suddenly
under all your supressed temper, you yank his tie and pull him in, your lips crash against each other once again, into the most messy and sloppy kiss you've both probably ever had
and that's when he finally
finally
grabs your jaw and tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue in with his hands holding your face roughly, not enough to hurt you but enough to squish your cheeks visibly, enough to make you feel that he's not playing nice
the kiss turns wild and aggressive with one of his legs now shifted right between yours while your hands kept pulling his tie, choking him harder and harder by the second, and you could feel a smirk forming on his lips as you both devoured each other
his hand slowly shifts to your hips, pulling you by the waist and you could feel his hard length right on your core, you both were running out of air at this point, suffocating each other, before you feel his hands run under your shirt, the cold touch only makes you shiver as you let out a small whimper in his mouth
and its then, when he barely breaks the kiss, with your lips still touching and his tongue still ever so slightly on your mouth, he whispers
''I dont want t—'' he whispers
''use you like this, love.'' he hums into you, pulling you hips closer which makes your core grind over his thigh and you supress your moan, bitting his lower lip which makes him groan
he's being so aggressive and yet
still so gentle
you never answer him, just chasing his lips and hiding the blush growing on your cheeks
and ofcourse he gladly complies, while uttering small nothings like ''im so sorry'' and ''i was too rude'' or ''my apologies'' as they drown into your kisses
the kiss slowly grows gentle, despite your attempts on tugging his tie and choking him, or pulling on his hair, or even making his lips bleed, he still held you in place, strong hands that dug deep into your hips, just grinding his thigh against the, now wet, shorts that you wore
and as much as you would have loved his beautiful and gentle patience on any other random tuesday, tonight, you wanted to be fucked like he hated you with his soul.
nothing more nothing less
so when you noticed his touch growing supressed, clearly wanting to be rough but still holding back, it pained you
''honey'' you break the kiss, ever so slightly with your thumb over his lips to replace it missing touch
and he looks at you, silent and waiting for you to continue
you could see it
the hunger in his eyes, the sweat that dripped off his forehead, the flushed expression on his cheeks as if he was fighting for his life, still hanging on the threads of his composure while he just ripped your own to shreads
''how much more obvious do i have to make it, you idiot'' you say as your hands travel to the rim of his belt
and he just stares at you for a hot second, almost as if he's contemplating what to say or do
finally, his hand moves and cricles around your neck, not applying any pressure but just
there
''so you want me to'' he tilts his head and you could see his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips
''honey.'' you say deadpan
''mm?'' he hums, clearly amused
''dont do that.''
''do what~''
''don't test me.'' you stare
''oh im testing you? but its not my fault that you'll not be able to handle it my lov—''
and that sends you
you snap and reach out you hand, grabing his neck and choking him
hard
''just fuck me'' you say in between your teeth, just above a whisper, still shy and unable to say the words properly while he chuckles in response, still suffocating under your grip
''fuck you?'' he asks, with a tease
''don't.'' you warn him again, and that makes him laugh
''alright alright''
finally
he picks you up, with almost no effort and begins to walk towards your shared bedroom, you circle your legs around his waist and hug him close, and thats when he looks up at you and whispers
''anything for you, love''
part 2?
comment to be added to the taglist !
not my proudest work i fear </3
started this like a long longgg time ago but life kinda fucked me real good for the past 3 weeks so dont mind mee :p
tbh i have a pure smut planned revolving around a senario just like this cuz im a SUCKER for hate sex so dw part 2 will come up very soon!!
and as always, i love you all so so soo muchh my lovely children
✧˖°. look me in the eyes and tell me im not a whore (please)
but do you ever just want to be fucked? like its not even that you're horny or anything, i mean you are, but thats not the point
like you just want someone to fuck the stress outta you, its hard to explain but broski, trust me its not that serious, just fuck me to the point where im kinda numb and can't think about all the bs anymore ykwim?
idc you can shove my head in a goddamn pillow and use me all you want or maybe tie my wrists n' hoist one of my legs on your shoulders while you thrust deep n' rude to the point where i just can't think of anything aside from you, LIKE THATS WHAT I WANT MAN
or maybe hold my legs open and say some shit like ''don't worry love, i gotchu'' while you eat me out for hours after an argument idk
BUT JUST FUCK ME FOR FUCKS SAKE
anyways the song ''my granny got hit by a bazooka'' by miami xo is so fire
would 100% recommend, trust <3
also here's a flower he never got you, you deserve more but im kinda broke, love u tho
✧˖°. look me in the eyes and tell me im not a whore (please)
okay random shower thought
but do you ever just want to be fucked? like its not even that you're horny or anything, i mean you are, but thats not the point
like you just want someone to fuck the stress outta you, its hard to explain but broski, trust me its not that serious, just fuck me to the point where im kinda numb and can't think about all the bs anymore ykwim?
idc you can shove my head in a goddamn pillow and use me all you want or maybe tie my wrists n' hoist one of my legs on your shoulders while you thrust deep n' rude to the point where i just can't think of anything aside from you, LIKE THATS WHAT I WANT MAN
or maybe hold my legs open and say some shit like ''don't worry love, i gotchu'' while you eat me out for hours after an argument idk
BUT JUST FUCK ME FOR FUCKS SAKE
anyways the song ''my granny got hit by a bazooka'' by miami xo is so fire
would 100% recommend, trust <3
also here's a flower he never got you, you deserve more but im kinda broke, love u tho
synopsis: im so scared of loving some hoe but fuck it we ball
warnings: being loved
music: we are charlie kirk by spalexma
wc: 1.5k
The thought of being a mother always scared you.
having to be tethered to a man for life with your dreams and aspirations ripped to shreads, all because now, you're a woman.
because now you're someone with resposiblitess, rules, morals and what fucking not.
its not that you didn't like having responsibilities, you loved it infact, being the dependable one and being the one in charge, you loved being free to be the dominator, but this, this didn't feel like freedom.
these felt like chains.
tied to your wrists, simply for the crime of loving someone, and noticing how the world treated a woman in love, the word 'wife' scared you.
every time your past boyfriends' would tease you with that nickname, it wouldn't make you melt like how it should, it wouldn't make you soft and fuzzy
no.
it would terrify you, because all you thought was
''is sacrifice really the price of love for a woman?''
you wanted to be loved, ofcourse, but this price was too high, too high for anything you were willing to pay
until you met him.
he wasn't like your other boyfriends, he never pried beyond your comfort, never protected you where you didn't need it, never hovered over your every action, never questioned your decision, never asked for 'mutual partnership' when it came to your goals because they were YOUR goals, not his.
with him you never felt like you had to 'give up' anything, instead what he felt like was, an addition, and addtion to your already fulfilled life, an additon that you never thought you wanted.
someone who cared you, who'd tease you, play with you, cry with you, understand you, anchor you and finally
someone who loved you.
who loved your presence, just as you were, just as chaotic, and as calm, he loved the little crease in your eyebrow when you'd concentrate really hard on something or how you'd nibble on your lower lip while fidgeting your pen
he loved it all
no
he loved you.
You were dining at one of the most exquisite resturants in New York, it was a beautiful night and you and your lovey boyfriend had just gotten off a rough, exhausting week, finally having time for each other.
while having the main course, you both caught up with how you were doing, which was when you dropped the big question
''Honey, if we were to ever get married''
he looks up from his dish, his eyes glistening
''Hmm?'' his voice rasps
''how many kids would you want?''
''how many kids do i want?''
''mhmm''
''as many as you want love, be that number zero''
you pause, holding your glass to your lips
''or a hundred.''
you kick him under the table wide eyed he lets you a boyish laugh
''thats not even possible you idiot!'' and he just continues to laugh which makes you giggle in return too
''no seriously baby, how many?'' you say in between laughs, tilting your head
''I dont have a number in my head sweetie, never had, never will''
and at that your laughs turn into the most gentle smile
''why though?''
''why?'' he says with an almost teasing scoff
''because thats for my wife to decide.''
''Mommy?''
you shut the door behind you, before you hear a tiny sound blast your eardru—
''MOMMYYY!!!!''
aaand there he goes
it was 11:45 pm, on a gloomy Friday night, you just returned from work, this had been one of the most exhausting weeks you'd had in a long long while, with paperwork on paperwork pilling up, you almost thought you'd pass out on your work desk, with your eyes hooded, your posture slumped and the half finished can of soda in your left hand. it wasn't hard to notice that you were, tired.
and yet
you see your little rocket ahh 6 year old run over to you, as if it were a bright Monday morning, almost comically tripping on the way before he hugs your waist, immobilizing you and you let out a small 'oh!'
''hey heyy kiddo slow down, you'll hurt yourself'' you coo, ruffling his hair while his just nuzzels himself into you
''He's just as stubborn as his mother it seems''
you hear a deep raspy voice echo from down the hallway and when you look up, you see your husband leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, looking oh so handsome
''learnt from the best huh?'' you tease with a wink, while your husband makes his way over to you and tugs the little man by his arm
''come on now, it's daddy's turn''
''no!!'' yelps the kid, yanking his hand away only hugging you harder, and it makes you laugh while his dad just sighs
''I'll get you that Hotwheels pack this weekend~'' whispers your husband to himself, and its almost comical how the little one perks up
''REALLY!!??''
''mhmm'' he turns his head and bends down to your son's height
''only if, you go to bed and let dad have mom for the day''
you son watches him for a solid second before looking at you, and you just tilt your head with a shrug
''its a good deal'' you say, supressing a smirk
''okiiee!!!'' and your son finally lets go his terrifyingly strong grip and runs off into his room before shuting the door, and after a few seconds, you hear the room's light click off, and you chuckle
''now then'' says your husband which makes you turn back to look at him, right before he replaces your son's deathly grip on your waist, with his own
gosh it really runs in the genes huh?
''i missed you so much love'' his voice rumbles in the small of your neck and you ruffle his hair with a smile
''missed you too honey'' and he kisses your neck in response
''how was your day?'' he asks, his kisses now moving to your cheek
''it was good'' you respond, with that slight hint of tiredness behind your voice
''yeah?''
''mhmm''
''mhmm~'' he imitates you, nuzzeling his nose into your cheek with a supressed smile
''okay, maybe a little overworked'' you admit, rolling your eyes and he simply chuckles
''there we go'' he teases, caressing the small of your back
''what about you? you came back early, i thought you'd come back from your trip tommorow''
''business got over earlier than expected, so i thought i'd book tickets as soon as possible, plus his nanny said he was being an extra nuisance this week so'' he rolls his eyes while saying that and it makes you laugh again, while he simply gazes at you with that boyish grin of his
and when you finally stop laughing
''what?''
''hmm?'' he tilts his head, genuinely confused
''stop looking at me like that, husband.'' you tease, stretching the word
''like what my lovely wife?'' and he does the same which makes the both of you grin like lovesick idiots
''like that.'' you tap his nose playfully
''like what?'' he catches your hand
''that.''
''hmm?''
''that!''
''hmm~''
and you punch his chest which only makes the both of you laugh, trying your best to not awake the little one
because maybe just maybe, being married wasn't so bad after all
and maybe just, maybe
for once love didn't feel like a burden, all because now it was
with him.
DING DONG
both your eyes dart towards the door behind you, your playful banter being rudly interrupted, before you let go of his embrace and click open the door
''DoorDash for Mr. Lastname?'' says the man at the gate with a paper bag in his hands
''ah yes this is it, thank you'' you take the bag from the his hands before turning towards your husband, giving him the ??? expression
and you shut the door
''this late? what'dya order?'' you ask, peeking into the bag
''was kinda' hungry, and the cook called in sick today so got you some some food too''
mozzarella sticks, garlic bread, marinara pasta, a cheesecake, a can of coke, a redbul, a pack of hotwheels, a bag of taki—
wait
''hotwheels??'' your eyes dart up at your husband, and he simply returns a smug expression while looking at his watch
''well, it techinically is the weekend now''
dividers by: @pixopix thank you once again!!
ib: barak obama, love u twin
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wrote this while thinking of sylus but bitch fuck it, this is how every man should be so imagine your favs my lovely children, also this isn't my best fic, it was kinda rushed so apologiseeee for that babes i have many more fics coming up !
and god, GOD DO YOU HEAR ME IM FUCKING MANIFESTING THIS SHIT ISTG IF MY HUSBAND AINT LIKE THIS I DONT WANT HIM YOU BETTER GET ME HIM RAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
anyways
as i said, this fic is for literally any character you can imagine, and i unfortunatly can't add 7 million tags so reblogs, comments and likes are super-duper appreciated my loves!
and im so so SOO fuckin' proud of you kid, you're doing amazing so give yourself some more credit you idiot!!!
synopsis: im so scared of loving some hoe but fuck it we ball
warnings: being loved
music: we are charlie kirk by spalexma
wc: 1.5k
The thought of being a mother always scared you.
having to be tethered to a man for life with your dreams and aspirations ripped to shreads, all because now, you're a woman.
because now you're someone with resposiblitess, rules, morals and what fucking not.
its not that you didn't like having responsibilities, you loved it infact, being the dependable one and being the one in charge, you loved being free to be the dominator, but this, this didn't feel like freedom.
these felt like chains.
tied to your wrists, simply for the crime of loving someone, and noticing how the world treated a woman in love, the word 'wife' scared you.
every time your past boyfriends' would tease you with that nickname, it wouldn't make you melt like how it should, it wouldn't make you soft and fuzzy
no.
it would terrify you, because all you thought was
''is sacrifice really the price of love for a woman?''
you wanted to be loved, ofcourse, but this price was too high, too high for anything you were willing to pay
until you met him.
he wasn't like your other boyfriends, he never pried beyond your comfort, never protected you where you didn't need it, never hovered over your every action, never questioned your decision, never asked for 'mutual partnership' when it came to your goals because they were YOUR goals, not his.
with him you never felt like you had to 'give up' anything, instead what he felt like was, an addition, and addtion to your already fulfilled life, an additon that you never thought you wanted.
someone who cared you, who'd tease you, play with you, cry with you, understand you, anchor you and finally
someone who loved you.
who loved your presence, just as you were, just as chaotic, and as calm, he loved the little crease in your eyebrow when you'd concentrate really hard on something or how you'd nibble on your lower lip while fidgeting your pen
he loved it all
no
he loved you.
You were dining at one of the most exquisite resturants in New York, it was a beautiful night and you and your lovey boyfriend had just gotten off a rough, exhausting week, finally having time for each other.
while having the main course, you both caught up with how you were doing, which was when you dropped the big question
''Honey, if we were to ever get married''
he looks up from his dish, his eyes glistening
''Hmm?'' his voice rasps
''how many kids would you want?''
''how many kids do i want?''
''mhmm''
''as many as you want love, be that number zero''
you pause, holding your glass to your lips
''or a hundred.''
you kick him under the table wide eyed he lets you a boyish laugh
''thats not even possible you idiot!'' and he just continues to laugh which makes you giggle in return too
''no seriously baby, how many?'' you say in between laughs, tilting your head
''I dont have a number in my head sweetie, never had, never will''
and at that your laughs turn into the most gentle smile
''why though?''
''why?'' he says with an almost teasing scoff
''because thats for my wife to decide.''
''Mommy?''
you shut the door behind you, before you hear a tiny sound blast your eardru—
''MOMMYYY!!!!''
aaand there he goes
it was 11:45 pm, on a gloomy Friday night, you just returned from work, this had been one of the most exhausting weeks you'd had in a long long while, with paperwork on paperwork pilling up, you almost thought you'd pass out on your work desk, with your eyes hooded, your posture slumped and the half finished can of soda in your left hand. it wasn't hard to notice that you were, tired.
and yet
you see your little rocket ahh 6 year old run over to you, as if it were a bright Monday morning, almost comically tripping on the way before he hugs your waist, immobilizing you and you let out a small 'oh!'
''hey heyy kiddo slow down, you'll hurt yourself'' you coo, ruffling his hair while his just nuzzels himself into you
''He's just as stubborn as his mother it seems''
you hear a deep raspy voice echo from down the hallway and when you look up, you see your husband leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, looking oh so handsome
''learnt from the best huh?'' you tease with a wink, while your husband makes his way over to you and tugs the little man by his arm
''come on now, it's daddy's turn''
''no!!'' yelps the kid, yanking his hand away only hugging you harder, and it makes you laugh while his dad just sighs
''I'll get you that Hotwheels pack this weekend~'' whispers your husband to himself, and its almost comical how the little one perks up
''REALLY!!??''
''mhmm'' he turns his head and bends down to your son's height
''only if, you go to bed and let dad have mom for the day''
you son watches him for a solid second before looking at you, and you just tilt your head with a shrug
''its a good deal'' you say, supressing a smirk
''okiiee!!!'' and your son finally lets go his terrifyingly strong grip and runs off into his room before shuting the door, and after a few seconds, you hear the room's light click off, and you chuckle
''now then'' says your husband which makes you turn back to look at him, right before he replaces your son's deathly grip on your waist, with his own
gosh it really runs in the genes huh?
''i missed you so much love'' his voice rumbles in the small of your neck and you ruffle his hair with a smile
''missed you too honey'' and he kisses your neck in response
''how was your day?'' he asks, his kisses now moving to your cheek
''it was good'' you respond, with that slight hint of tiredness behind your voice
''yeah?''
''mhmm''
''mhmm~'' he imitates you, nuzzeling his nose into your cheek with a supressed smile
''okay, maybe a little overworked'' you admit, rolling your eyes and he simply chuckles
''there we go'' he teases, caressing the small of your back
''what about you? you came back early, i thought you'd come back from your trip tommorow''
''business got over earlier than expected, so i thought i'd book tickets as soon as possible, plus his nanny said he was being an extra nuisance this week so'' he rolls his eyes while saying that and it makes you laugh again, while he simply gazes at you with that boyish grin of his
and when you finally stop laughing
''what?''
''hmm?'' he tilts his head, genuinely confused
''stop looking at me like that, husband.'' you tease, stretching the word
''like what my lovely wife?'' and he does the same which makes the both of you grin like lovesick idiots
''like that.'' you tap his nose playfully
''like what?'' he catches your hand
''that.''
''hmm?''
''that!''
''hmm~''
and you punch his chest which only makes the both of you laugh, trying your best to not awake the little one
because maybe just maybe, being married wasn't so bad after all
and maybe just, maybe
for once love didn't feel like a burden, all because now it was
with him.
DING DONG
both your eyes dart towards the door behind you, your playful banter being rudly interrupted, before you let go of his embrace and click open the door
''DoorDash for Mr. Lastname?'' says the man at the gate with a paper bag in his hands
''ah yes this is it, thank you'' you take the bag from the his hands before turning towards your husband, giving him the ??? expression
and you shut the door
''this late? what'dya order?'' you ask, peeking into the bag
''was kinda' hungry, and the cook called in sick today so got you some some food too''
mozzarella sticks, garlic bread, marinara pasta, a cheesecake, a can of coke, a redbul, a pack of hotwheels, a bag of taki—
wait
''hotwheels??'' your eyes dart up at your husband, and he simply returns a smug expression while looking at his watch
''well, it techinically is the weekend now''
dividers by: @pixopix thank you once again!!
ib: barak obama, love u twin
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wrote this while thinking of sylus but bitch fuck it, this is how every man should be so imagine your favs my lovely children, also this isn't my best fic, it was kinda rushed so apologiseeee for that babes i have many more fics coming up !
and god, GOD DO YOU HEAR ME IM FUCKING MANIFESTING THIS SHIT ISTG IF MY HUSBAND AINT LIKE THIS I DONT WANT HIM YOU BETTER GET ME HIM RAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
anyways
as i said, this fic is for literally any character you can imagine, and i unfortunatly can't add 7 million tags so reblogs, comments and likes are super-duper appreciated my loves!
and im so so SOO fuckin' proud of you kid, you're doing amazing so give yourself some more credit you idiot!!!
a/n: contemplating on keeping the goofy image or switching it to a hot man
warnings: love
music: mongolian throat singing
wc: 500 (iddy biddy unlike my tiddies)
''would you ask your crush out for 20 dollars!?''
a young man who seemed to look in his 20s, holds up a wireless mic straight up in your face
you were walking out of your work premises, getting back into your car before being startled by this excited little stranger
''uhm my crush?''
''yes!'' says the man, with enthusiam that almost makes you chuckle
huh, its easy money, wouldn't hurt? you thought to yourself.
you take out your phone and scroll through the contact list
finally after a couple seconds, you tap the screen before holding it up on speaker as you and the man hear the caller tune go off
.
.
.
.
''hello?'' a sleepy voice echos, it honestly sounded like a growl
''hey~'' you respond, in a slightly teasing tone
''were you asleep? im sorry if i disturbed you''
''ah'' you hear a shuffle, which was probably him sitting upright on his bed
''ah no no its alright, was there something you needed?'' he responds, his voice still raspy but gentle as ever
''i was wondering''
''hmm?''
''if its okay, can we go out on a date tommorow? i mean its the weekend so''
a long pause awaits
.
.
.
''a date?'' he says, almost comically
''yes! a date, and i'll pay, now answer me yes or no''
you hear him supress a small giggle
''sure sweetie''
''deal?'' you say excitedly and in response you hear a low chuckle from the other line
''deal.''
you click open the door, coming home with your 20 dollar macroni pasta packed neatly in a bag along side a white monster can in your hand, the aroma of your freshly made meal filled the entire apartment, just ready to be devoured
''ahh this smells so good'' you breathe to yourself
before you collapse on your cozy couch, you suddenly feel two massive hands swoop around your waist and you gasp
''i'll pay huh?'' a low voice rings in your left ear and you giggle realising who it is
the tension in your shoulders loosen, and you relax into the touch
''mhmm~''
you feel him bite your cheek as your giggles turn into full fledged laughs
''i hear you have a crush on me'' he smirks, pecking your cheek
''shut up!'' you pount and he simply laughs along side you
''all this for just 20 dollars? am i really that cheap''
''hey now 20 dollars is 20 dollars, a good business woman is never blind to an opportunity, didn't you teach me that?'' you tease
and he chuckles, nudging his nose into your neck
''yes yes, you're never blind darling, but that influencer sure was'' he says, holding your hand and bringing it to his lips
''to not see this ring.''
credits: dividers by @rmstitanics thank you so muchhh once again!! <3
ib: @dotalicious LOVED YOUR IZUKU FIC SM MY LOVEEE AAHHH
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doin' gods work out here kids, you're welcome
BWAHHA anyways
read this idea in the very talented writer, dot's fic, and INSTANTLY LOVEDD it!
there are so many ways one could rotate this senario, so tell me what you thought of this take my darlings <3
and as always, this fic is for literally any character you can imagine, and i unfortunatly can't add 7 million tags so reblogs, comments and likes are super-duper appreciated!
im so fuckin' proud of you kid, you're doing amazing and never ever forget that honey!
Your tagging system for your fics is making it difficult to find other specific tag related content, stop tagging anime stuff onto COD or Stranger Things when it doesn’t belong there you’re messing up the search results and we don’t want to see character fics that don’t belong in other tags
most my works are entirely generalised love! if not, i NEVER tag a non-affiliated anime/show in the said fic.
what i would understand was if you complained how, lets say i make a fic that goes along the lines of:
MHA characters doing... and it including katsuki, izuku & shoto
but the tags include a bunch of MHA characters not mentioned in the fic, then i would have taken your comment into consideration, since i do, do that and i have my reasons, that im totally free to share!
but that clearly isn't what you said.
darling, at the end of the all my general fics i always mention ''this fic is for literally any character you can imagine'' so yes by any i mean ANY and that also includes COD & Stranger Things, as you mentioned.
if the way i write does not appeal to your way of percieving a character, that's perfectly fine my love! all you can do you is simply not interact with my posts or just block me, trust me i won't mind at all!
i want my followers to genuinely love my work and losing a couple of followers if they dont align with my fics, is perfectly okay with me!
that said
if you have any particular idea on a specific character for me to write, be it any show/game/anime/franchise trust me baby im always open!
a/n: contemplating on keeping the goofy image or switching it to a hot man
warnings: love
music: mongolian throat singing
wc: 500 (iddy biddy unlike my tiddies)
''would you ask your crush out for 20 dollars!?''
a young man who seemed to look in his 20s, holds up a wireless mic straight up in your face
you were walking out of your work premises, getting back into your car before being startled by this excited little stranger
''uhm my crush?''
''yes!'' says the man, with enthusiam that almost makes you chuckle
huh, its easy money, wouldn't hurt? you thought to yourself.
you take out your phone and scroll through the contact list
finally after a couple seconds, you tap the screen before holding it up on speaker as you and the man hear the caller tune go off
.
.
.
.
''hello?'' a sleepy voice echos, it honestly sounded like a growl
''hey~'' you respond, in a slightly teasing tone
''were you asleep? im sorry if i disturbed you''
''ah'' you hear a shuffle, which was probably him sitting upright on his bed
''ah no no its alright, was there something you needed?'' he responds, his voice still raspy but gentle as ever
''i was wondering''
''hmm?''
''if its okay, can we go out on a date tommorow? i mean its the weekend so''
a long pause awaits
.
.
.
''a date?'' he says, almost comically
''yes! a date, and i'll pay, now answer me yes or no''
you hear him supress a small giggle
''sure sweetie''
''deal?'' you say excitedly and in response you hear a low chuckle from the other line
''deal.''
you click open the door, coming home with your 20 dollar macroni pasta packed neatly in a bag along side a white monster can in your hand, the aroma of your freshly made meal filled the entire apartment, just ready to be devoured
''ahh this smells so good'' you breathe to yourself
before you collapse on your cozy couch, you suddenly feel two massive hands swoop around your waist and you gasp
''i'll pay huh?'' a low voice rings in your left ear and you giggle realising who it is
the tension in your shoulders loosen, and you relax into the touch
''mhmm~''
you feel him bite your cheek as your giggles turn into full fledged laughs
''i hear you have a crush on me'' he smirks, pecking your cheek
''shut up!'' you pount and he simply laughs along side you
''all this for just 20 dollars? am i really that cheap''
''hey now 20 dollars is 20 dollars, a good business woman is never blind to an oppuritiny, didn't you teach me that?'' you tease
and he chuckles, nudging his nose into your neck
''yes yes, you're never blind darling, but that influencer sure was'' he says, holding your hand and bringing it to his lips
''to not see this ring.''
credits: dividers by @rmstitanics thank you so muchhh once again!! <3
ib: @dotalicious LOVED YOUR IZUKU FIC SM MY LOVEEE AAHHH
just drop a small ''i'd like to be tagged!'' to be added to the taglist !
doin' gods work out here kids, you're welcome
BWAHHA anyways
read this idea in the very talented writer, dot's fic, and INSTANTLY LOVEDD it!
there are so many ways one could rotate this senario, so tell me what you thought of this take my darlings <3
and as always, this fic is for literally any character you can imagine, and i unfortunatly can't add 7 million tags so reblogs, comments and likes are super-duper appreciated!
im so fuckin' proud of you kid, you're doing amazing and never ever forget that honey!
warnings: mdni, grinding, mastrubation (f), heavy making out, desperation & yearning
music: sybau do i look stupid, fuck you.
wc: 1k
okay.
i feel so embrassed to even think about doing this with a guy because HOLY LORD I DID NOT KNOW I HAD THIS KINK—
and the one to thank for this bullshit discovery is my fuckass sleep paralysis demon, bro deadass landed me with the worst uppercut i've ever recieved.
and i fear i can only imagine this senario cause' my prideful ass could NEVER be this desperate and tell my man,
''honey, can i use your arm?''
because imagine him having the most ripped, thick, muscular arms, and deliciously massive biceps, arms by which he would ruthlessly choke you every time you'd be flat on your stomach, face down burried into the pillows, with your ass in the air while he pounded deep unforgiving thrusts, right into your tight little hole that he oh so loved.
all the while you would desperatly be nibbling and biting onto the rough skin of his arms, supressing your sweet mumbles, trying your best to not let a single moan escape your lips, and he took it as a personal challenge, thrusting harder and harder, trying, just trying to get a real sound out of you, while you bit down hard on his arm with a rough whimper.
yeah.
thats when it started.
you began looking at those arms a little too often, and you didn't know why?
''he's just really handsome'' you'd tell yourself
and it NEVER helped that he always liked to wear skin tight, compression t-shirts which were always too small for him, honestly you loved them on him, loved watching girls droll over him whenever you walked along side him in a store, all the while he would be chained to you by a leash almost like a puppy, since well, all the other men would droll over you.
and when he's not being a slut with those ridiculously sexy tees, he's shirtless.
so yeah, it was all hopeless.
but eventually this urge, this desire, this greed for something more shamless, something more sinister, began gaining clearity in your mind and finally, after what felt like forever
you gathered the courage to ask him.
''My arm?''
you look down shyly, onto the bed you both were on, trying your best to contain the blush that envoloped your cheeks, and the cusion dipped as he leaned into you
''you don't want me to do anything?''
''..no''
he chuckles at your little mumble, noticing your embarrassment
''baby.''
you look up, still holding onto the tiny threads of your composure
''you know im yours right?'' he lays back down into the matress, reaching out to the socket that stood beside your bed frame wall, never leaving your eyes
''mhmm'' you replied
''well then.''
.
.
.
.
CLICK
you hear the light switch turn off, complete darkness surrounding you both
you feel his hand gently graze your thigh through the dark
''go on darling, imagine im not even here''
you throw a pillow at his face, and he simple chuckles, as his eyes scan your dark frame, never being able to see your face, and even so, your cheeks light up hearing his laugh
none the less, your high takes control of you, with your shame nibbling away piece by piece, this was it, there was no better moment.
you slowly get up and settle your hips down onto his hand and oh
you felt every muscle, every fiber, every twitch of his forearm.
you held onto his massive bicep with one arm and steadied yourself with the other, flat on the matress
holy shit this should not feel as good as it does right now, for fucks sake
its just his arm.
slowly but surely, you began grinding your hips, with that painfully slow rhythm, still having chips of your shame contain your escaping desperation, causing your hips to waver, second gussing yourself before you hear
''darling''
you pause
''use me''
.
.
.
.
''use me all you want.''
thats all you needed, the final fibers of shame ripped out as your hips began rolling, with the cotton of your thin gym shorts growing more soaked by the second, and you move, long, slow and desperate.
he reaches out into the darkness to pull your head close, and gives you the sloppiest off-center kiss, probably because he couldn't see where your lips where in the first place, and its wet, rough and messy with his tongue licking your lips, asking for permission to let him in
and ofcouse you do, the kisses turning louder, wetter and more shameless, along side the roll of your hips growing faster and faster, your small whimpers leak into his mouth and he swollows each one of them with a low groan
you begin feeling the coil in your stomach stretch harder, growing tougher to hold back, and your innitially small whimpers turn into moans and gasps with mmmhhs' and ahhs' being the only sounds echoing in the room, along side your messy kisses ofcourse.
he noticed the way your hips grew more desperate, now finally chasing the high you built, and slowly moves his kisses down to your down cheek, gliding into your jaw, to finally rest at your neck.
leaving you a whimpering mess, having the only place to discard your moans, taken away from you.
his kisses now turn into him sucking and biting onto your skin, the sensation sending harsh shivers down your spine as you chase your high harder, rougher, faster than before and you could feel that coil stretch and stretch as his bites grew more animalistic and he grunts into your skin hearing your supressed moans
right before it snaps.
and you lets out a long and low 'mmmmhh' as your nose nuzzels into his messy, tangled hair, all the while he's licking your neck, as a way to sooth you from your high.
minutes pass before he pulls you in, cradling you in his arms, both your breathings slowing down every so slightly, with you feeling the wet spot of your earlier undowing on your his forearm
''that was good wasnt it?'' he chuckles
''mhmm'' you whisper into him, eyes still closed, burried in his chest and he kisses the top of you head with a gentle smile
you throw your leg over his waist, trying make yourself more comfortable, before you feel a something warm on your thigh
.
.
.
.
''honey.'' you ask, deadpan
''hmm?''
''why is my thigh wet.''
he simply lets out a low chuckle as your eyes widen in realisation
''I'm not the only one who got used, love''
credits: dividers by @rmstitanics once againn thank youu so much love!!
comment to be added to the taglist !
''big dawg, why the fuck is my thigh wet.''
im crine BWHAHAHA
anyways, i hope you're having a wonderful day my awesome lil kiddos, as always, this fic is for literally any character you can imagine, and i unfortunatly can't add 7 million tags so reblogs, comments and likes are super-duper appreciated!
this was my first take on something exclusively freaky~
so do let me know how it was!! any kind of input is appreciated :>
and once again, im so proud of you kid, you're doing amazing and never forget that !
a/n: contemplating on keeping the goofy image or switching it to a hot man
warnings: love
music: mongolian throat singing
wc: 500 (iddy biddy unlike my tiddies)
''would you ask your crush out for 20 dollars!?''
a young man who seemed to look in his 20s, holds up a wireless mic straight up in your face
you were walking out of your work premises, getting back into your car before being startled by this excited little stranger
''uhm my crush?''
''yes!'' says the man, with enthusiam that almost makes you chuckle
huh, its easy money, wouldn't hurt? you thought to yourself.
you take out your phone and scroll through the contact list
finally after a couple seconds, you tap the screen before holding it up on speaker as you and the man hear the caller tune go off
.
.
.
.
''hello?'' a sleepy voice echos, it honestly sounded like a growl
''hey~'' you respond, in a slightly teasing tone
''were you asleep? im sorry if i disturbed you''
''ah'' you hear a shuffle, which was probably him sitting upright on his bed
''ah no no its alright, was there something you needed?'' he responds, his voice still raspy but gentle as ever
''i was wondering''
''hmm?''
''if its okay, can we go out on a date tommorow? i mean its the weekend so''
a long pause awaits
.
.
.
''a date?'' he says, almost comically
''yes! a date, and i'll pay, now answer me yes or no''
you hear him supress a small giggle
''sure sweetie''
''deal?'' you say excitedly and in response you hear a low chuckle from the other line
''deal.''
you click open the door, coming home with your 20 dollar macroni pasta packed neatly in a bag along side a white monster can in your hand, the aroma of your freshly made meal filled the entire apartment, just ready to be devoured
''ahh this smells so good'' you breathe to yourself
before you collapse on your cozy couch, you suddenly feel two massive hands swoop around your waist and you gasp
''i'll pay huh?'' a low voice rings in your left ear and you giggle realising who it is
the tension in your shoulders loosen, and you relax into the touch
''mhmm~''
you feel him bite your cheek as your giggles turn into full fledged laughs
''i hear you have a crush on me'' he smirks, pecking your cheek
''shut up!'' you pount and he simply laughs along side you
''all this for just 20 dollars? am i really that cheap''
''hey now 20 dollars is 20 dollars, a good business woman is never blind to an oppuritiny, didn't you teach me that?'' you tease
and he chuckles, nudging his nose into your neck
''yes yes, you're never blind darling, but that influencer sure was'' he says, holding your hand and bringing it to his lips
''to not see this ring.''
credits: dividers by @rmstitanics thank you so muchhh once again!! <3
ib: @dotalicious LOVED YOUR IZUKU FIC SM MY LOVEEE AAHHH
just drop a small ''i'd like to be tagged!'' to be added to the taglist !
doin' gods work out here kids, you're welcome
BWAHHA anyways
read this idea in the very talented writer, dot's fic, and INSTANTLY LOVEDD it!
there are so many ways one could rotate this senario, so tell me what you thought of this take my darlings <3
and as always, this fic is for literally any character you can imagine, and i unfortunatly can't add 7 million tags so reblogs, comments and likes are super-duper appreciated!
im so fuckin' proud of you kid, you're doing amazing and never ever forget that honey!
