#at least the marrige is going well?

[borntodieauthors]

Vinnie’s Fact!

Fun Fact! Vinnie has 12 siblings, one of them is adopted. The oldest of the siblings is Vinnie at 21 and the youngest is Marlo at 7 months.

-Neptune 

[ariasakka]

Enji in bed 18+ MDNI

How would Enji be in bed? Post+pre atonement arc. Here’s what I think.

I think how he would be sexually before and after his “atonement arc” would contrast each other quite a bit.

Reader notes:

2k words. Not an experienced writer just have lots of creative thoughts I must get out of my overfilled brain.

Warning. My pre atonement Enji headcannon is rough and aggressive obviously so please do not read this if it will upset you. Post atonement I actually think he’d be quite sweet. Feel free to just skip to the post atonement arc Enji part if you prefer.

You can find all my Enji stories under the hashtag EnjiAria

During marrige-pre atonement:

Kinks. He most definitely probably has breeding kink and is rough. Definitely also has a “daddy”or “yes sir” name calling kink. He probably likes degrading his partner a bit in bed as well. Has a dacryphilia kink. Power imbalance kink. During his younger years/before his marriage becomes estranged he likes degrading.

Enji never liked to show his anger outside of his own home. He would often come home with pent up anger from his hero work and needed someone to take it out on. He usually liked relieving his stress sexually with Rei. Enji likes to start out being rough, then make you cum, then end with roughness again. He’ll start out fucking her roughly, not letting her have time to adjust to his length or girth, hearing her scream as he thrusted too fast and too deep for her. Pressing down on her back (if she was on her stomach) or hips (if she was on her back) to hold her in place. Watching tears form as she desperately tried to take him. He basked in her pain. He was also very experienced and always knew how to make a woman finish. Though it is no lie he does like quite a bit of pain and aggression he will never finish a session without making his partner cum. If they don’t cum he’ll get angry and threaten punishment such as relentless face fucking or anal. After he can tell she’s submitted to him by letting him roughy have his way with their hole he’ll reward his partner with an orgasm. He’s good with his fingers. He’ll still pound into his partner roughly but use his fingers to trace circles over your clit to make you cum. He doesn’t go gently, he works at a rough pace with pressure. He loves overstimulating his woman. He wants you to cum fast. As you cum he likes to grab your throat and make you tell him who your pussy belongs to, who your body belongs to, who owns you. Once you’ve finished he picks back up his pace. Balls deep slapping against you relentlessly. He’ll continue this pace, slap your ass and pull your hair until he finishes. As he fills you up he’ll tell you how perfect you are to breed. Once he finishes he’ll leave you there on the bed and go about his day with less stress now.

His dirty talk pre atonement era:

“You look so good carrying my children, it shows me who you belong to. You belong to me.”

“Take it, I’m going to keep giving you babies over and over again until your body breaks.”

“Crying already? You say you can’t take it but you always end up cumming so hard from this. You’re so filthy. You love it when I show you who you belong to don’t you.”

“That’s it, take it. Rip that cunt open on my cock. Let me breed you.”

“You’re such a worthless whore the least you can do is give me this.”

“I always love breaking you in.”

“Shh stop screaming it’ll only make daddy go harder.”

“If you don’t cum on me right now I’ll fuck your other hole and I’m not talking about your throat sweetheart.”

“You should thank me for getting you pregnant”

Outside of the sex he still liked intimidating his wife. Making sure she knew where she stood. Gripping her arm tightly when she displeased him. Not allowing her to leave the house or wear certain clothing. Watching her obey him out of fear turned him on. It always made him hard and she knew it. She could see it. (Later in life he definitely regrets enjoying that.)

Though he was not a good person in his younger years I don’t see him cheating at all oddly. I think he would be loyal and use his wife for sex only. He seems old fashioned I don’t think he would use toys for himself or for his partner. At most he might like tying her hands or her mouth with his work tie. He would also probably forbid his wife from touching herself sexually, wanting himself to be the only one to give her pleasure or pain. He wanted this for a few reasons, he was possessive and insecure she wasn’t allowed to think of anything but him. He also wanted her to always be able to get wet easily whenever he needed to relieve stress, get off, or breed her, he feared if she pleasured herself on her own she wouldn’t be able to take him as easily. If he ever found out she touched herself he punished her by bending her over his knee and spanking until she was in tears. Then making her get on her knees to apologize profusely before ordering her to suck him dry.

Hear me out…I’m so sorry but I feel like he’s obsessed with receiving rimming. Especially when he’s too exhausted to do too much to you. He would love just laying back gripping his fingers in your hair guiding your tongue over his ass while his legs are spread open. Or closing his thighs berrying your face in him causing you to go deeper into his ass.

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Post atonement era Enji:

First off he most definitely immediately got divorced. He felt immense regret for how he treated his wife and wants her free from him. He still holds love for her. He was never in love with her but he wants her to be happy he can’t move on and grow if they are still together either he fears it would make him revert back to his old ways. He built a new home for Rei and his kids to live in. He has as little contact with them as possible for their own sakes. He does his best to continue his growth in every way he can..including sexual.

Outside of marriage after the divorce Enji is gentle, sweet, no breeding kink but still very dominate.

Kinks. Praising, overstimulation.

Dacryphilia kink. (From pleasure not pain)

Caretaking/caregiving. Daddy kink.(not age play just likes taking care of you. By daddy kink I mean the name calling again not age play.)

His type. To me he doesn’t have a spesific type but prefers women smaller than him, tan skin, small or average chest, long hair. Being smaller than him Isn’t hard bc he’s big so almost everyone is smaller than him. If not that exact description he at the very least just prefers women with long soft hair. I could see him taking a liking to both submissive and dominate women but would prefer someone who’s a submissive bottom. Though he doesn’t like being as aggressive in the bedroom anymore he prefers to be the one doing all the work, the one pleasing his woman.

He does not want you to do anything to him. Sucking his dick, rimming, trying to make him come if you’re already finished. He wants everything to be about you. If you want to suck his dick or more you’ll have to beg him. He’ll allow it but only if he can see that you’re getting just as much or more enjoyment out of it than him.

He has deep regrets for how rough he was with Rei’s body. As a way to atone for that in his mind he wants to treat his current partner gently. He’s insecure he doesn’t know his own strength in bed, he’s not used to being gentle. Has to have you watching him at all times especially when he’s eating you out he needs to see your face to make sure he’s going a good enough of a job. He needs your approval constantly weather that be through words, moans of pleasure, or your eyes, anything to let him know he’s giving you nothing but pleasure. He would grow to be quite the pleasure dom in his old age. He needs you to cum constantly. He will always make you cum first. He LOVES overstimulating you, making you cum over and over again until you tell him it’s too much. He feels as though he doesn’t deserve to cum after everything he’s done. He would much rather make you cum, it’s enough to satisfy him mentally. Physically that’s a different story. But I do see him liking not finishing. It makes him feel like he’s edging himself and being good for not cuming because it should all be about you anyways.

I see him being with someone quite inexperienced who often can’t handle him going very long or deep so he’ll often not finish. He doesn’t want to finish by himself as he feels like it’s disrespectful to you so he’ll constantly edge himself for days from watching you feel pleasure until he’s finally at his breaking point and can finish as fast as you. He’ll still always make you cum first though.

After his divorce he immediately got a vasectomy he’s too scared of ever having kids again. He still loves filling you with his cum. He’s never used condoms and doesn’t like them. If you want kids he’ll decline but he will roleplay breeding you if you want.

Though he wants to be more gentle now he’s still slightly kinky. He still loves name calling “yes sir” “daddy”. He enjoys making you cry out of pleasure from cumming too much or out of pleasure from him being the first one to make you squirt. He loves light choking, gentle slaps, but nothing that will actually ever hurt you. He’s always constantly looking at your face to make sure you smirk or bite your lip after each slap to assure him that he didn’t go too rough. Dispite his fear that he’ll be too rough he’s actually is a lot more gentle with his partner than he realizes. His touches are so soft and gentle they wouldn’t so much as break an egg yolk. But because his partner is inexperienced they prefer this gentle edge to him. Being with someone inexperienced in my opinion would be a good fit. They wouldn’t push his limits by asking him to go rougher or trying kinkier things. He always fears loosing control and reverting back to his old self. Being with someone who needs him to always be slow and soft will keep him in place and help further his progress.

If his partner was a top he would allow you to have your way with him sometimes but ultimately at the end he would be right back on top of you fucking you on your back. I see him trying to be a bottom to please you but at the end of the day failing because being a top-dom is just in his nature.

Dirty talk post atonement:

“That’s it come on my fingers sweetheart I need to taste you after.”

“You taste so sweet. I can’t get enough. Think I can make you cum a 3rd time baby?”

“Shh let me do everything don’t you think about doing anything for me. Watching you cum is all I need I promise.”

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock sweetheart you’re spoiling daddy with this cunt.”

“Let me fill you up you deserve it after cumming so good for me sweetie.”

“Shh don’t worry daddy won’t go all the way in, I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll go easy. Gentle. I promise.”

“Look at me, keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop licking your pussy.”

“Tsk tsk sweetheart look at me if you want me to keep thrusting. I need to see it in your eyes that I’m doing good.”

“Is it too much? Tell me when you’ve had enough and I’ll stop.”

“Is this okay? Yeah sweetheart…right there? Like that?”

He would ask you not to touch yourself without him. He wouldn’t forbid it. He just wants you to come to him to feel pleasure. He would feel like he’s not doing enough if you feel like you have to use other methods to finish instead of waiting to use his body.

He’s old fashioned so he wouldn’t prefer using toys. Definitely not on himself. He wants you to be able to get you off with his body. Cock, fingers, tongue, nose tracing up and down your clit, anything. He would feel like he’s inadequate if he has to resort to toys to get you off. On the other hand if you wanted him to use toys on you or you using toys on him he wouldn’t decline. He’s wrapped around your finger he would basically do anything you asked no matter what it was.

Outside the bedroom. Preferred to be the provider. Enji loves to spoil you. He doesn’t want you to worry about anything, he has more money than he’s able to spend he would want to spend on you asking you to quit work and just do whatever you want. He wants to see you happy as much as he can. To be honest he does always tend to prefer a domestic relationship him being the provider and you being the homemaker but if he meets someone career oriented he will support them working. Just seeing you happy will turn him on mentally.

I don’t see him getting married again. If he got into another relationship he wouldn’t be expecting it or feel deserving of it. I think his next partner would be serious and life long (unless they ended it I couldn’t see him being the one to break it off) but at the end of the day he would be too worried getting married would make you feel trapped. Ending up being with him for the sake of ease instead of want. He wants you to constantly choose him everyday and not be forced to stay. It’ll reassure him that he’s still making progress.

[castiwls]

two people .ᐟ part one

Paring; patrick x reader

Requested; anon

Synopsis; being stuck in the friend zone sucked, it sucked even more when your best friend was Patrick zweig. (part one)

Warnings; mentions of marrige?

Notes; this became wayyy to long to just be a single fic so I might make it a mini series?

reqs and inbox are open !

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“You sure she’s gonna like this?” Patrick frowned, unconvinced as he held up the purse. 

You’d both been wandering aimlessly around the mall for a few hours now as he trudged behind you. He’d spent the whole morning whining about how he wanted to go home, how his feet hurt and he wanted to go practice - do anything other than look around another shop for a stupid Valentine's gift. (His words, not yours)

“She’s your girlfriend, what do you think?” You crossed your arms shooting him a hard look. Patrick fell quiet for a moment. “This would be so much easier if we were shopping for you.” He grumbled checking the price tag. “At least I know what you like.”

The words sting more than you’d like to admit because he could be shopping for you. 

If he was shopping for you things would be so much easier. Unlike his current girlfriend, you didn’t fuss over every aspect of a gift to the point where you wondered why Patrick still tried. You’d told him on more than one occasion to either buy her a voucher or get her to give him a list but no. She wanted a surprise and now you were dragging him around the mall a day before Valentine's Day and quickly running out of options.

“Well.” You huffed eyeing another bag across the store. “I know what I like, how am I meant to know what she likes?” 

Patrick scowled slightly placing the bag back down on the display. “You're a girl. Don’t you all just like the same things?” He followed your gaze to the bag, pursing his lips slightly. Maybe she’d like that one? You seemed to.

A small scoff leaves you, your eyes moving back to him. “That's not how it works. Unlike with guys we tend to have different tastes.” Rolling your eyes you picked the bag back of this display. “Simple is a safe bet.” You fiddle with the strap. “Get a gift receipt so if she wants to she can change it.”

“What’s the point in a gift receipt? What's the point if she doesn’t even like the bag?” He followed you to the cashier, his eyebrows drawn in confusion. “I want her to at least like the gift.”

“She will.” You smiled placing it on the counter and watching as the cashier rang it up. 

Truthfully, she most likely wouldn’t like the bag. You knew that the moment you’d seen it, but part of you couldn't help but push him into buying it. By no means were you a malicious person, but Patrick's latest girlfriend had been the bain of your life for the last few months, and one mistake on his part couldn’t hurt.

Maybe it was partly jealousy. He had no problem bugging you to help him pick his girlfriend a gift and he certainly had no problem using your room to crash in whenever he couldn’t get home yet…he seemed to be almost oblivious to your feelings.

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“You broke up?” Your hand stilled, fork halfway in the air as you stared at him for a moment. “You can’t be serious.” Valentine's Day had been what, two weeks ago? He’d fussed so much over that damn bag just to dump her before she’d even gotten a chance to use the thing.

Patrick shrugged finishing off his drink. “It was getting…too serious.” He grimaced slightly as he pushed the glass away. “She started talking about kids and marriage and all that crap and I don’t know? I mean we're eighteen who’s actually thinking about that stuff.” He laughed quietly taking a chip from your plate. 

“You don’t wanna get married?” 

Patrick paused for a moment, before swallowing. “Do you?”

“I asked you first.” Your own hand tapped absently on the table as you watched him, a slight crease in your brow. Of course, you’d thought about marriage, hell you’d had the idea of your picture-perfect wedding since you were 12 - all of which involved him at the alter - sure you weren’t jumping at the chance to get married at eighteen but the idea that he was might be against marriage threw you slightly.

“I mean…in the future if I found the right person.” He shrugged taking another chip. He raised an eyebrow pointing the chip at you across the table. “Your turn.”

“Of course, I wanna get married. Most girls have plans for their ideal wedding.” Patrick grinned at your words, his lips curling into a boyish smile which made your stomach flip. “What’s yours?”

You frowned slightly, shifting in your seat. “My what?”

“Your ideal wedding.” He leaned forward on his arms, his foot nudging yours under the table. “C’mon, I wanna hear.” He looked genuinely interested as he watched you. 

“Well, probably just something small, close family and friends…” Your mind drifted slightly as you continued to explain, visions seemed to form in the back of your mind as a small smile grew on your face.

Your cheeks were dusted pink as you trailed off. “Sorry, I uh…got a bit in my head.” You laughed looking away for a moment. 

Patrick hummed, sitting back in his booth. “That…actually doesn’t sound that bad.” He nodded, smiling slightly. 

You were both quiet for a moment. “You think I should call her?”

“What?” 

Patrick huffed. “You know who I mean. You think I should call?”

Of course. He’d just managed to get you to pour out your heart almost in explaining your dream wedding and his first thought is his ex. He was always thinking about someone else.

“I don’t know. I mean it's your relationship.”

“C’mon.” He reached over to poke your arm. “Your good at this stuff, like my own personal relationship therapist.” He joked, his eyes crinkling slightly as he smiled.

You forced out a small laugh as well - keeping up appearances you reminded yourself.

Though every time he made a joke or comment akin to that your heart seemed to break a little more each time. You’d long since resigned yourself to the fact that all you would ever be to Patrick was a friend or like in most situations his voice of reason when it came to girls.

Sometimes you wondered if he only continued to hang out with you because you were a girl and you could help save his relationships when he seemed to inevitably fuck up.

“I mean, if you really liked her then call her but don’t just do it because you suddenly feel bad.” Patrick nodded, his expression growing serious almost for a moment before he seemed to make his decision. “I’m gonna call her.” He smiled standing from his side of the booth.

He paused beside where you were sat, leaning down to press his lips to your head for a moment. Your heart jumped at the familiar gesture, butterflies seeming to form in your stomach (even after you’d tried your hardest to push them away). 

“You're the best.” He grinned handing you £20 for the bill. “I’ll see you later yeah?”

You barely had a chance to give your own goodbyes before he was darting out of the diner and into the car park.

Your eyes lingered on the spot he’d been stood before reaching into your own bag with a sigh. You’d long since stopped trying. You knew he was never gonna change and you’d slowly come to terms with being stuck as the best friend (no matter how much it made your heart hurt) 

Grabbing your purse you stood and made your way to the till.

Baby steps.

[devine-fem]

What about Jondami's marrige? 😏 What do you think happens? Their families reaction?

I love the idea of Jon showing up at Wayne Manor and being so formal with Bruce with all the “Mr. Wayne” and “yes, sir” he can throw in and being so timid because he HAS to get this blessing in order for everything to be perfect because Damian “deserves no less” and poor Bruce has his arms crossed and is torturing this poor guy, being as vague as possible and throwing him through multiple loops to test Jon and if he’s actually worthy of Damian but more selfishly it’s all because he wants to feel secure in their relationship. Jon is SWEATING… he takes everything Bruce is saying dead serious and he’s being gaslit to hell like a drill sergeant… he does eventually get that blessing and a heart to heart with Bruce.

Talia is actually quite easy because she’s materialistic and selfishly I like to think that even adult Jon would be mature enough to get along with Talia or at least try because they’ll be in laws and so Talia tells Jon what sort of proper ring he should get Damian and what he’s to do if he wants them to have a fortunate and healthy marriage but he eventually gets a heart to heart with her as well, making him promise that he’d do whatever it takes to keep Damian safe and happy.

THEN when he actually does propose its infront of so many heroes and Damian is freaking out but more at the fact that he’s internally panicking about the fact that someone is actively trying to marry him and he’s begging Jon to stop embarrassing him but Jon is just continuing to go on and on about how happy he’s been with Damian. The batboys are freaking out to the point they are almost as stressed at him, the girls are gawking and clark’s wishing he had his phone.

Damian says “Yes, jeez! If that’ll make you stop this!” and so they’re engaged.

but also, there’s angst because they’d be the only two in the family that has successfully gotten married and Damian would be terrified of this and really in his head about the whole concept of marriage and the fact that… he’s really committed to this whole “life partner” thing…

Jon’s stressed out to the point he almost builds the wedding venue himself because he needs everything to be perfect but clarks there for him.

Conner is Jon’s best man and Dick is Damian’s. Steph and Kara as flower girls and when I tell you that this wedding venue would be AWESOME! it’d be so cultural and visually stimulating and don’t even let me get into how I could go on and on about how their wedding suits could match their cultures as Al Ghul and kryptonian.

anyway, dick’s sharing all their couple fights and all the embarrassing parts of their relationship that they confided in him once he gets a mic in his hand, jason doesnt expect it but he cries with dick. tim is shit faced drunk and clark and bruce are cracking as many in law jokes as they possibly can.

now imagine the most domestic husbands ever. these two are the most embarrassing and annoying married couple you will ever meet but they also dance in their kitchen to absolutely no music and cook each other breakfast in the morning every day so its not all going to be bad.

[muovipalikka]

A. It never was, not to me

It had been quite a while since their wedding, but Kremy still kept asking Gideon if their marriage was ironic. And Gideon didn't exactly know what he meant by that, but Kremy had been serious about it being ironic at the wedding. Shucks it was the reason they were married so Gideon just kept answering yes even if he didn't mean it.

Kremy had for a while tried to convince himself that the wedding didn't mean anything. That it was just ironic, but having asked the question now about a dozen times. He found himself hopping, praying to the Baron or really anyone who would listen that Gideon would say no. In his daydreams Gideon would loudly proclaim no and sweep him off his feet and pull him into a deep kiss. Kremy knew that would never happen, but the small bit of hope kept him asking again and again.

"Our marrige is just ironic right gid"

Gideon was hearing the question for the millionth time. This time they were sitting by the fire the others sleeping in their tents. Just when Gideon was about to say yes he got a better idea wanting to tease the alligator.

"Ya hoping that by askin' me again and again the answer will change?" Nudging Kremys side with his elbow.

Kremy didn't answer he just kept staring into the fire not really looking at it and Gideon hoped that he hadn't said anything. Eventually the fire started to die down and Gideon took the chance.

"I'm gonna go look for some firewood or someth–"

"Our marrige is ironnic right gid?"

Kremy was still staring into the fire slowly dying. He didn't have the thousand yard stare anymore, but Gideon thought he looked a little sad. He knew he should just say yes and not risk it, but he coudn't.

Quietly he said "no" and with the almost shy smile of encouragement from his husband. He continued quetly, but with a bit more bravery "It never was, not to me at least".

And Kremy looks at him smiling like he's just won the lottory.

Kremy didn't know exactly what to think, but he knew he was smiling like a fool so might as well.

"I'm so happy you're my husband"

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My native language is Finnish so please be kind. This is also the first fanfic I've ever written so... yea.

Hope you liked it!

[hirik0]

Back to you

Makarov/Yuri

Yuri looks at the ceiling of the bedroom in his new appartment in well it's not a new city he just moved back to Saint Petersberg two months ago. He stopped looking at his old phone for a text message that will never come, his soon to be ex husband probaly didn't even notices that Yuri moved out of what ones was there appartment s long time ago. Moving back to Russia as a gay man feels like a failure but its the closest think to going home he has. Its not like he will start dating anytime soon again and when he feels ready to do so he can pack up and leave again. Saint Petersberg changed in the 5 years he was away but is still familiar enough to stay and try to put the broken pieces of himself back together. He is hiding in his nice appartment for two months and it is time to go out and meet new people or old friends. So he gets up the bed to take a quick shower. Trying not to look in the mirror to see the shell of the person he ones was, he knows he lost a concerning amount of weight, has gigantic shadow under his eyes, his eyes are red from crying and he is in need of a hair cut, hating how long his hair is now. He is exhausted his marrige failed, his husband used him as a doormat for 5 years and destroyed the person Yuri ones was. He honstely still don't know how he made it to pick himself up and move countries in this state, but he made it work, with the help if some very understanding now former coworkers. He dresses himself in a boring blue jeans and a boring dark t-shirt looking absolutely ordinary. A look he needs for the place he wants to go, a place he happily left 5 years ago, a illegal fight ring, he needed some time to figure out its new location and even longer how to get entry with out a member card. To night is a very rare open night for people intressted to join as a fighter or as a spectator. He leaves both his new and his old phone, everything that could identify him at home only taking his keys, his cigarettes, a lighter and some money to maybe bet or more likely by alcohol. He puts on a dark leather jacket and dark boots before leaving his flat.

Finding the right part of the harbour was a bit more complicated the Yuri though it will be, not because he dont has a phone to navigate there but because the discretion of the location was purposefully vague. Trying to enter the wrong part of the harbour can get you in big trouble, but he makes it. They let him into the old indoor dry dock with out problem. If you make it till here you clearly belong at least for to night. "Fighter or spectator?", someone at the entrenc asks. "Spectator", Yuri answers his russian now with a English accent, he hates the most abouthis current self, but they let him in. It's so stupid how familiar this feels even after all these years it down even matters that it's not the same location anymore. He looks around the dry dock is the fighting arena, the spectators would stand at the edge that is thankfully secured with a temporary fencing, that could easily be pushed over, but hopefully won't because the fall is likely deadly. He remebers when he did the books for this place to finance his IT degree. He feels a pair of eyes on him when he walks to the bar, it's unlikely that someone from back then would reconices him especially in his current state. He still looks around seeing a shadow disappearing in the crowd that is waiting for the first fight. He trys to not pay it to much attention, their is not even any prove the shadow was hiding from him. People are swarming around the betting table while Yuri buys himself a drink and goes to a spot with a bad view on the fighting, he is not here to bet on anyone he is here to do something that his familiar to him. He dont notices the person following him.

Makarov could not believe his eyes from his overlook when he realises who is entering his fighting pit. Yuri, here? He must be mistaken Yuri left 5 years ago to life a non criminal lifestyle. But he would reconice theses grey nearly silver eyes everywhere. They are a lot sader and lifeless then he remebers them so he lefts his spot to spy after his person of intressted. When Yuri turns around to look in his direction he hides in he masses that are slowly gathering around the pit. Sees Yuri buying a drink and then slowly moving away from the masses to a very bad place to watch any of the fighting. He slowly is aproaching the other man, who seems to look into the air deep in thought. "What a intresting guest we have to night", he says when he is standing right next to Yuri, delightful seeing how the other is flinching Yuri is not moving his head to look at him, smart man lokking at the wrong person here can mean death, looks like Yuri still knows how to move in the criminal circels if Saint Petersberg. "Can say the same about you being here", Yuri answers the shock still in his voice. Makarov notices how uncharacteristically thin Yuri is starting to worry about his former best friend. "Always helps to see the potential new fighters", Makarov says vaguely giving a lot of room for interpretation. "Isn't it against your professions ethics to be here or some shit?", Yuri asks referring to Makarovs law degree, slowly srinking his drink. "Nope", Makarov answers letting the p pop, he don't even has a license to practise, using his knowledgeto get away with crimes more easily. "Shouldn't be suprised by this answer", Yuri atmids shrugging, still strickly not looking at Makarov. "Why you are here?", Makarov asks being able to keep his worry out of his voice. "Nostalgia shit", Yuri answers oddly deffensiv, but the thighting of hus grip on the glass is telling to Makarov. "So he let you go out here?", Makarov refers to Yuris husband, Yuris grip on the glass is now to strong his knuckles are turning white. "Don't know how he is suposed to stop me to go here when he's fucking himself through half Liverpool by now", Yuri answers not able to hide the hurt in his voice, taking a big gulps of his drink to wash the hurt in his voice away. "You're divorced?", Makarov asks having to hold back his exitment over the news. "He should get the papers on Monday", Yuri answers him and a satisfied smile is shortly appearing on Makarovs face before he can hide it. God these are some fucking great news. But this pit is a bad spot to catch up, to try to lure Yuri back to his site to where he fucking belongs. Makarov pulls out his phone texting his right hand man he sails the ship now. He knows its very unusual for him to not pick the new fighters himself, but Yuri is more important. "Let's go", he tells Yuri who is now looking at him confused. "Will your boss be fine with this?", Yuri aks sounding concern making Makarov huff amused. It's cute how naive Yuri sounds right now, finding his way to his pit and not knowing who owns it. Makarov leans towards Yuri so he can directly wisper into Yuris ear "Good that I'm the boss then, now let's go."

Yuri nearly frezzes when Makarov tells him that but quickly follows him. They make a stop at the bar where Yuri puts his empty glass and Makarov drops of the phine he used a few moments ago. Yuri has questions, but he keeps them to himself better not risking anything, not with Makarovs confession about being a mob leader now. They walk out a site door where a very ordinary looking black limousine is waiting with a running motor. Makarov opens the back door and enters the car and Yuri follows him closing the door. Makarov knocks at the privacy screen three times and they leave the harbour to who knows where. Yuri don't asks questions and strictly looks forward doing his best to ignore where they are driving, towards a richer neighbourhood. One false move and Makarov will kill him old friends or not and he knows this. They stop in a parking garage and exiting the car. Yuri walks over to the elevator while Makarov is saying something to the driver before walking up to him. Something is very strange about seeing Makarov in a to big hoodie and jeans when Yuri is pretty sure he usaly wears tailored suits and shit especially in the parking garage if a building with luxury apartments. They step in the elevator and Yuri has no idea why they could not stay at the pit, is Makarov luring him away to kill him in his own four walls? Makarov of course presses the button for the penthouse, but Yuri don't comment it, he knows being successful in crime pays very good, even better if you're the boss. When they reach the top of the building the walk down a short halway and Makarov opens the door to his penthouse. Yuri wants to ask why the elevator don't directly give access to the penthouse but that is probably a security risk. Makarov directly leads Yuri towards his office. Yuri looks at him with a raised eyebrow at this, why his office the room is not even easyto clean if Makarovwould want to kill him."Sit", Makarov tells him like he's a dog before leaving the room, is this a test? Yuri looks around, the wall with the tall bookshelves filled with what he asumes are fake books, the mordern desk made out of glass in front of the window front with a laptop on it, the two crouches with a table in between them and the very ugly and probably expensive painting next to the door. He sits down and lights up a cigarette after noticing the ashtray on the table. Makarov takes his time to come back and Yuri has to supress the urge to snoop around if this is a test failure would end with his death.

Makarov just can't hold back the need of shower after the pit, not wearing his usal attire to blend in better, had him left without gloves and he had to directly touch people. He trys to be quick not really bothered that Yuri will leave is office or snoop around. Yuri is to smart to make a mistake like that. He puts on a pair of sweatpants and a simple t-shirt Yuri may be in his office but this is not a buisness thing, no need to put on s suite. On the way back he pulls some glasses and a expensive whisky out of a cabinet. Yuri is sitting on the couch with the back to him, smoking and Makarov has to fight to urge to run his hands through Yuris unusal long hair. He puts the glasses and the botel down and sees the amused smile on Yuris face. The sadness can't be fully covered and Makarov hates it. "What's so funny?", he asks after sitting down. "You just need a track suit jacket and a gold chain and you look like a expensive version if a wannabe mobster", Yuri tells him after taking yhe last drag from his cigarette. Makarov gives him a unimpressive look before filling up the glasses. "You expected a full suite Yuri?", Makarov ask him while pushing one of the glasses to him. "Don't know you were gone for a while", Yuri answers vaguely, feeling a bit out of the water. He logically knows that Makarov changed in the last 5 years, but this feels so extremely out of character. Makarov drinks from his drink waiting for Yuri to do the same, but Yuri is just playing with the glass avoiding to look at him directly. "What did he do to you?", Makarov finally asks, when it's clear that Yuri won't relax anytime soon. Yuri nearly pushes the glass over in his shock of the question from all the things he expected it wasn't this. Makarov sees the change in Yuris posture, how he starts to sooth himself with rubbing his hands together, how he lokking at the floor, trys to hide in the couch. "He...", Yuri starts needing to empty his glass in one go to force the nausea down. "You want to writte it down?", Makarov offers, he usaly loves seeing such reaction in other people, but this hurts makes him want to use the scraps of empty he feels to make Yuri feel better. Yuri shakes his head reaching for the bottle filling up his glass again, Yuris hand are slightly shaking. At this point Makarov is sure he wouldn't even mind if Yuri would just drink out of the bottel. "He forced me to open our marriage about a year ago. He stopped any contact with me 6 months ago", Yuri says voice empty of all emotion staring a hole in the floor. Makarov knows what anger feels like how it helps him to crush his enemies in calculated brutal moves, but this? This wants him to just rip Jack Robert Miller in to tiny pieces he can flush down the toilet and this somehow still feels like a to good of a death for Yuris shitty soon ex husband. This is not anger this is the poor need to murder the man that hurt his former best friend like this. The blood that is rushing in his ears nearly dont make him hear Yuris next sentence. "He knew he could do it, that he broke me down so much that I was thankfull that anyone even lowers there standards so low to stay with me." Murdering Jack will not be enough he needs to destroy ever aspect of his life honestly killing him would be to nice the other needs to suffer for as long as possible. "He was wrong. You left and you filled for divorce", Makarov says suprised by himself to keep the ice cold rage out of his voice. Yuri looks up to him, with teary eyes and a experience of being in absolute pain. Makarov knows he is the worst person to comfort someone else, especially some as hurt as Yuri, but well he is the only other person in the penthouse. He brought Yuri here for the privacy and now he has to deal with this choice he also should have brought tissues.

Makarov trys to rember what other people would do in this situation. He changes couches now sitting next to Yuri. This ends with Yuri throwing himself against Makarovs chest. Makarov awkwardly closes his arms around a sobbing Yuri, feeling how Yuri tears are soacking his T-shirt. He roboticly starts to run his finger to Yuri soft hair. Makarov don't know what to say so he just lets Yuri cry, while he plans his next moves into getting Yuri back into organised crime and how to drop a nuke into Jack's life. He can't just ask Yuri to work for him, Yuri will likely say no. So he need to give Yuri a opening. Littel does Makarov knows that Yuri never truly left crime behind. Committing cyber crime by offering malware for sale in the dark net, Makarov even bought from Yuri more them ones. He is so occupied with planing that he needs 10 minutes to realise that Yuri stopped crying. "Yuri?", he asks carefully getting no reaction, that's when Makarov notices how evenly Yuri is breathing like he is asleep. "Great", Makarov states, carefully moving Yuris head to get the confirmation the other man cried himself to sleep. That was not planned, he just wanted to know what happened with the divorce and then drop Yuri at home. It would be so easy to learn where Yuri lives, but well Yuri had other plans. Yuri cheeks are still wet from crying and Makarov has the realisation that this is probably not the first time Yuri cried himself to sleep. But now what? Should he wake Yuri up? How can you even look sad when you're sleeping? Does he looks when he sleeps? It's not that Makarov don't has woman stay at his place over night, but they are often prostitutes and most don't leave this place alive. He can't kill Yuri, with his IT knowledge he is a valuable asset for cyber crime. He dont even has a functional guest bedroom, he made one spare bedroom into the office they are in the other is a private gym. He can work through the night and Yuri can sleep in his bed. He can kick Yuri out before his workday starts at 9 am. He's just a old friend helping out, no big deal and also this can be beneficial to his plan to get Yuri to join his organisation, rebuilding trust.

The first thinks he notices is how fucking light Yuri is when he caries the other man to his bedroom. Yuri is pressing his face against his neck and it iritates him. He dont does this out site of sex, would never let someone be this close to him, but Yuri well he can do it no problem no question asked. He opens the door to his bedroom and well usally he would just throw the person on the bed and rip their clothes off. Can't really do this with a peacefully sleeping Yuri, so he carefully lays him down. When he trys to walk away Yuri is reaching out for him, clinging to his T-shirt. "You can't be serious", Makarov mutters to himself getting annoyed by this. He looks to the door and back to the sleeping Yuri. Maybe if he can get his laptop and work from here. "I'm right back", he tells Yuri who is loosening his grip. He walks back to his office angry at himself it shouldn't matter to him that Yuri wants him to stay or that he even is willing to work from bed so he can stay close. And still he grabs his laptop and the charger to carry them back to his bedroom. The whole thing didn't even took him 5 minutes but that was enough time for Yuri to take up as much space as he could in the king size bed and still Makarov can't help himself having a soft smile on his face. He trys to tell himself its because of the chance of Yuri working for him and not because the feeling of triumph that even after how bad their friendship ended after the wedding, Yuri came back to him.

[lavendead]

my thoughts on aggretsuko season 5:

so ik i haven’t talked about this show on here but honestly it’s kind of a watch the new season and forget about it kind of a show for me. but i do really like it so here are some of my thoughts.

1. tsunoda and fenneko should have ended up together or at least really good friends. they’re bromance was a really good place for their arcs to go, both of them finding true feminism in a girls supporting girls way and i would have liked to actually see that happen in season 5.

2. please do gori and washimi some justice, they are really amazing characters and they were shoved to the side as gossip girls this season it makes me sad. gori might be my favorite character in the show so i would have liked to see her arc about finding love get resolved as well as retsukos.

3. tadano had just become a deus ex machina rich guy which is kinda funny and on point but also really annoying sometimes from a narrative and character standpoint. tadanos one of my favs i would have loved to see him get actual development or even a character moment that doesn’t revolve around retsuko.

4. ton is perfect these last two seasons no notes on that front honestly.

5. the otm crew was also used as just a plot device this season and i felt like manaka and hyoto were really ooc. they just felt really over exaggerated especially because we got to see a lot of down to earth moments with those two in season 3.

6. i feel like all of retsukos character development she’s been getting throughout the show, especially last season, got flushed down the toilet this season so they could make it more haida centric. like she had her whole confidence cool girl thing last season and this season it really fell to the wayside.

7. i actually liked the haida homelessness arc and i think that could have been a really good way for this season to go if they actually gave it the time of day. the campaign arc was stupid and incredibly forced and robbed the show of a good or meaningful ending. ik they were probably trying to push a political statement i don’t get the full context of, but they could have done that with the whole homelessness thing, they didn’t need to push it into a political campaign because there’s a campaign season in every slice of life show and it’s never good. egirl and constructions guy (i forget their name) we’re really good characters i wish we saw more of them.

8. the wedding. this was honestly the biggest cop out of the entire show and it pisses me off to no end. season 1 retsuko gets into trouble with ron because she wants to get married and quit her job. season 2 she dumps my boy tadano because she wants to get married and he doesn’t. season 3 she leaves otm girls and wants a simple life and a wedding. season 4 she half dumps haida because he needs to get his shit together so they can get married. and you’re telling me we never actually see a wedding??? just a blink and you miss it marrige certificate??? all so they can focus on this stupid campaign???

9. season 5 wasn’t meant to be an ending and that’s pretty clear. they had to many ideas to make a proper wrap up to the show and that left us with a really shitty finale to say the least. everything they’ve been building up for four seasons got shoved over to make room for the arcs of this season and it just makes me sad ngl.

tldr; the writers lost focus on the show for shiny new arcs this season so it was a really bad ending and i wish there was more so we could get a good conclusion for al of the fun characters.

[leastdatablebracket]

ROUND 2, MATCH 18

Propaganda under the cut!

Cameron Conner

Propaganda

very religious and judgmental about the witches in the town - especially because the playable character is a witch

Shane

Propaganda

He is absolutely rude to your character, for like a looooooong time. And when you finally romance him, his room that he adds to your house is a alcoholic hellhole filled with empty cans. You cannot get rid of this room, it is there forever.

Man is literally a severe alcoholic when you meet him. He needs therapy not romance… 

Beer

Alcoholic 

His room is dirty, he goes back to being an alcoholic, and he's not attractive

he hates you until you start dating, will call you ugly, looks like he smells

I just think he's overrated 

ive got personal beef with this man i married him once on one of my save files and it was the only time ive ever divorced a character in stardew valley

HIS ROOM WHEN YOU GET MARRIED IS LITERALLY THE WORST. IT'S A DIFFERENT WOOD GRAIN FROM THE REST OF THE HOUSE, THERE'S DIRTY FOOT STEPS IN THERE CONSTANTLY, AND HE HAS A SPILLED SODA CAN ON A CARPET. 0/10, I HATE HIS ROOM.

more propaganda for shane as one of the submissions notes he is implied to have become an alcoholic again after you get married or he at least has enough random lines about drinking alcohol or plans to drink alcohol to make it seem like thats what's happening which doesnt pair well with his 14th heart event which intentionally makes the farmer and marnie think that hes drinking again n the reveal is that actually hes just been playing video games but legit he will still say stuff that comes across as him having a drinking problem after the event (divorced him cause i kept getting those lines after i got his 14th heart event n it genuinely just made it seem like he was lying to his spouse and marnie about his drinking problem) also throwing stones from glass houses cause shane ALSO kisses the farmer unexpectedly during his 10 heart event the main difference is that you're allowed to be uncomfortable when elliott does it while with shane it just assumes you'd be fine with suddenly being kissed n then has the farmer kiss him back elliott's 10th heart event is sucky but that doesnt change that shane's 10th heart event also involves him kissing the farmer suddenly its just portrayed positively

Anti-Propaganda

YEAH, HES KINDA RUDW AT FIRST, ITS CALLED DEPRESSION (AND HE APOLOGIZES LATER IN THE STORY TOO). He pushes the player away beacuse he doesn't want to get attached, he's an alcoholic bcs his life is pretty shit. He takes care of Jas, who's not his kid but I think he's her God father (I'm really not sure, either way, he's her legal Guardian) beacuse her parents fricking died. Literally the only job available in this horrible town is JOJA MART where let's be honest, he's treated like trash, additionally If you go with the community centre route, you take his job away from him. AND HE DOES GET BETTER WITH DRINKING. In his 6 heart event you find him next to a cliff, drunk, where he tells you how his life is a (quoting) pathetic joke and why shouldn't he just roll off this cliff right now. Afterwards he asks you to get him to a hospital, next day he comes to apologize for the whole thing beacuse in his mind It was embarassing, even though he doesn't remember most of it, and tells you that HE DOES GET THERAPY, he got himself a therapist! All he needed to change was a bit of your support, its not that you fix him either, he's the one that chooses to go to therapy, he's the one that chooses to stop drinking, after marrige he almost completly replaced alcohol with soda, which, yeah not the best, but its a step in the right direction, people don't change overnight. I have nothing in his rooms defence, I hate it with burning Passion as well. Of course I don't expect It to be clean, he's still a person with depression, but the alcohol dialogue is unnecessary, feels like the game kinda forgot abt his arc, but that's rlly the only bad thing in my opinion. I feel like most people who hate him don't understand depression and character growth.

[domoz]

I got taken by the ghost and wrote a scene of a fic (Tobiizu arranged marrige au) from Tobirama's pov and since I probably (maybe???) wont rewrite the whole fic from someone else's perspective... consider this a little preview/bonus for that

Tobirama sighed as Hashirama smoothed out his hakama for what must have been the tenth time.

"I had always known I was going to marry for political reasons, anija. If it's in service of peace, it's as good as we could have hoped for."

Hashirama looked no less distressed at his reassurance, though Tobirama wasn't entirely sure why. It may have been that he was worried over his brother -- which was sweet, if tiresome -- or it may be that this peace wasn't coming about at all how he dreamed it.

It may be that he knew, or could guess, Tobirama's own dim view on the subject. That this peace would not last -- wasn't supposed to last.

Likely, he didn't believe that Tobirama himself wouldn't be it's downfall, which stung but was not an unfounded concern. If he was attacked, he would defend himself, and that would ruin everything just the same as if he had been out to break peace himself.

(He does want peace though, truly. He'd found it hard to believe in after their brothers had died, had often felt it pointless if they weren't there to enjoy it, but buried beneath those old walls and hurts the desire was still there. And now that peace was here, tenuous as it was, he would keep it.

Or at least he would try his best.)

"I wouldn't have made you" Hashirama protested, now having moved on to smoothing down his hair again. Tobirama knew he wouldn’t have, knew that in any other circumstance had he protested a match, Hashirama would have called it off. But this was hardly a normal circumstance.

At his silence, Hashirama sighed, "I'd always kind of hoped… Maybe you were some kind of secret romantic. I mean, with your soft spot for kids…"

Tobirama snorted. He would hardly call himself romantic, but he'd hoped whoever he married would be able to respect him. Maybe even come to understand him.

Izuna may be able to provide the former -- he wouldn't have survived against him so long on the battlefield if he didn't -- but any dreams he may have harbored for the latter were well and truly dead the moment the daimyo made his decision.

"Well, you know there's still a chance…" Hashirama dithered on, "After all, my marriage with Mito was arranged!"

As if he had forgotten. His brother smiled at him, brittle as it had been since this marriage was ordained.

"Who knows what the future may bring." Tobirama said flatly, though it seemed to appease his Hashirama well enough, as he finally pulled his hands back to himself.

Let Hashirama hope for the future if that helped him. Tobirama will look to the present. And right now, his goal is to make certain he and his clan get out of this nonsense alive.

[houseofbrat]

just found your blog and read some of your old posts and LOL… as someone who likes William, should I just be pessimistic from now on? but ngl, I find it interesting if both of diana’s sons end up being unpopular or disgraced. I mean, it’s sad (and I still wanna hold out hope that you could be wrong at least about william) but it would make an interesting story for the history books I guess. And kinda makes sense too tbh. but what i wanna know is if the brothers would ever repair their relationship. I mean, it seems impossible now, but since you are of the belief that harry will be back as a working royal, does that mean reconciliation? And if william’s downfall does happen, will harry be laughing in the background while watching it all happen and thinking, “i warned you all”?

no, but seriously, it makes me sad, especially everything you said about his relationship with his children & the longevity of his life. I mean, it’s not as sad as william & harry losing their mum at 15 & 12, but it’s still sad to think that they’ll have a difficult relationship and then he’ll just die. And I’m gonna pretend I never read what you said about him destroying his marrige too. alright, I think I’m gonna go and be sad about all of this now.

I'm not sure how Wills & Harry's relationship will be ten years from now. It's too far in the future. I haven't really studied that far in advance.

I think Harry will be married for the second time before Charles passes. I have no doubt that wifey number two will have to be fully approved by Will & Kate, not just daddy Charles. I suspect Camilla will no longer be around when Harry gets married for the second time.

I think Harry's position will be quite neutered when he rejoins the BRF. He'll never reach the popularity heights he had in his "hero Harry" days.

I think that in some way, it's not surprising that both of Diana's sons have had problematic adulthoods. Diana used to spoil Harry and have him stay home from school and watch tv with her. Obviously, it didn't work out so well for him in the long run. William ran rampant as a young child for several years because Diana refused to discipline him. No parent is ever perfect, but Diana passed on a lot of her emotional lability to both her sons to varying degrees.

[pielove123clan]

I would like to share my text book that was used in the marriage and family class I took.

https://freesociologybooks.com/Sociology_Of_The_Family/01_Changes_and_Definitions.php

Billion dollars. Can't live in this stupid ass society with money and that sucks. Not even prepared for an actual partner. Marriage is out of the question. Root of all evil or something, I dunno. If I can't provide for myself, what makes you think I can provide for a partner. Financial issues is one of the major reasons for divorce. I can't keep a partner.

Not to mention, oh my gosh I love Ryoshu but another reason I'm so happy isn't real and I can just play pretend thinking about her, im 19 and shes probably way older. I know there's noting wrong with that, still adults, but there's still a weird power dynamic there that needs to be adressed. At least Ryoshu would actually willingly discuss that straight up instead of trying to sweep it under the rug. That's beside the point though.

This is from Chapter 12 - Divorce and Seperation from that textbook. OK so...

I wouldn't be in my 20s or at least, it would just be early 20s which is weird to me mentally. I'm taking this as immeditly when the Blorbo becomes real, its marrage time. Absolutly can not stand that. You think I could stand Ryoshu's ass if she were real? Absolutly not as a spouse.

2. The child's already dead.

3. No ones taking Ryoshu to therapy if she doesn't want to. No ones taking ME to therapy if I don't want to. Also, being broke, not going to happen when we can't pay a therapist. I can't read the dmv manual, you think I'm sitting down with Ryoshu to read a book on a sucessful marriage? Maybe actually, but you think I'm retaining that information? No. No I'm not. I'm willing and if the feelings were HONESTLY RECIPROCATED, I think she'd also be willing, but I can't trust that. I don't expect that from her. It would be nice though to help her, but I can't change her. No one can expect to change anyone, people need to find it in themselves to change. You can nudge them, try to set a good example, but only bad things come out of forcing or intentionally maniputlating.

4. Actually, too late to change the symbol. Tired. If she just exist, she's just going to be living alone. I wish I could keep THE Ryoshu in my room but thats weird. It would be akward to have her in my pigsty of a living space. I guess it doesn't count because this is during marrige and not cohabilitating before marriage.

6. If I cheat on Ryoshu, I'm dead. I'd need to be straight up with her though, I have a sub that I don't consider my partner, but weird stupid messy situation, friends with benifits sort of deal? Last thing I want is Ryoshu asking about why someone's texting me about buying a spiked penis cage. Anyone I honestly get into a relationship at all needs to learn about the sub, period. I need to be upfront and honest about that.

7. Broke af in a relationship is not the place I want to be. I don't want to be reliant on my partner and vice versa.

8. I don't know, the media Ryoshu is from has a big habit of aking tragic relationship, you know? From the statistic sides, yeah know enough to know I don't have the attention span to read reseach statistics well enough to get valid information.

9. All her lore hasn't even been revealed yet. I've done some of the homework but idk I'll be at early 20s at best if I were to make her real and marry right away with no out. Can I just marry and immeditly divorce her? Can I do that? Can she just exist in the world and I can say that I proudly divorced Ryoshu from Limbus Company? I don't want to marry her. I love her but marriage is a big commitment that can screw over multiple people's lives.

10. I can't change the mark but now that I see it, yeah, I'm only looking at the negatives, but stable relationships can exist. Stable marriages exist and their fluffy and warm and not unobtainable treasures, all relationships in general just take up a lot of work. That work though, I have to accept that I'm not ready to do that, and I'm well aware I wouldn't be alone because relations are a two way or multiple way street, but I'm not ready for it.

I love Ryoshu and I love her enough that I wouldn't want her to put up with my unprepared ass that would just set a marriage like this up for failure. We can just be friends, or not. I can just be a corpse. That's fine too. Maybe im just playing around. I didn't even go indepth about relationships, Im not the person for that. One time maybe. I can't marry Ryoshu.

[jylesthejester]

Hello I'm back and im blabbababaing again go ahead and leave if you're uninterested

OKAY I really need to talk about how extremely toxic relationships are in the horrormashfriends universe, and it's everything from friendships to actual dating.

Let's begin with the fact that all of the horrormashfriends characters have been shown having no problems hitting each other, shooting each other, using lethal weapons...

Even Rage's marriage is toxic. This guy found a HIGHSCHOOLER who had barely GRADUATED and got married to her and had 3 kids. That's a felony along with the fact that he SNUCK INTO THE HIGHSCHOOL AS A 20 SOMETHIN YEAR OLD.

Don't even get me started on Stacy and Action. They had a whole toxic back and forth thing. Stacy would consistently betray Action, and when Action was finally done with her, she felt guilty and wanted him back.

And this is just the DATING/MARRIGE relationships.

The healthiest relationships I've seen in the horrormashfriends universe are usually with side characters or characters that don't appear anymore, but there are the occasional "Ah yeah, I don't shoot this guy" friendships.

I see this prominently with Mist and Pocket, as well as Birdie and Jones. Everyone in this messed up world has tried to kill all of their friends at least once, that is a fact.

I think the worst friendships, if you can even call it that, are with Panik and Henry, and Action and Rickutto.

Panik and Henry are both abusive just all around, codependent yet they both hurt each other in more ways then one, doesn't help that they're usually in forced proximity due to them both living at the lab.

Action and Rickutto are one of the worst, Rickutto betrayed action severly despite them being best friends, and they both tried to reconcile, but it didn't work, it was always awkward.

I'm so normal about block characters.

[999moreyears]

ok so when did chip become a corpse. what even happened in riptide after like epidisode 80

so basically after goobleck/the doctor shit they turn apple back into her normal form it was actually finn tidestrider but hes asleep for like forevwr so they put him in a bathtub!

then felipe pulls out a card from the deck of many things and it makes him hate gillion, and actively try and kill/harm him but its magic shit so he dosent rlly wanna.. then he pulls a card that gives him a shit load of money and then he pulls a card that sends him to hell. like actual hell.

then theyre like "eh well find him later"(they still havent yet) and chip pulls a card that gives him money and like basically a house. (or that might have been earlier that he got it? idk) anddd chip and gillion take out 10000000 loans from the . sea bank or whatever they were called and they fight them so they keep the money but either way they lost a shit load of it.

then they meet the jazz pirates and they get some funky shit from them . as in an allarm thong for when gillion throws their money into the sea.

then they go to the sea mart and get kick ass new gear and they made jay put her hair down :( then they go find old man earl making sooo much money has he has bitches like crazy on his juice business but hes bored so he joins the crew again to find the one peice fruit lol

then they make their way to bead bath and beyond . and start making their way to the black sea and take a reast at a . fuckin island but gillion gets scratched by kuba kenta . and jays navy school buddy Kira is there.

THEN because finn is back they start trying to wake him up and gillion goes into his mind and its bubbles and hes in like. a loop or whatever but he starts waking up because the fucking. sleepy bubble curse is broken. idk i forget

THEN they go back to Zero(the island it started on and where they got ollie) and then they bring him home but his mom is in a hospital thats being tormented by a gang and they start fucking them up to leave them alone but . actually i forget the plotline of that part in particular..

then they meet ensa whos fighting chips house that he got from the deck of many things. and they all fight the house and its like wiw it's his !! he lets her stay and she nakes a teleporter from between the ship and the house . they leave ollie with his mom and ensa then they gooooo to help gillion.

then gillion has a freaky nightmare that lasts a whole episode..

then they make their way to jays mom she helps them but the tree that her familys magic is based on is like fading and jays mom and dad have marrige issues and they hide in her attack while a navy search goes through. then they leave.

then jays dad is there and they fight or whatever and they find lizzie and such and she and jay talk and lizzie saw ava killed by the navy and that they were kinda like friends and one sided romance core... idk. jays like "wtf." and chip is like the man in the middle trying to settle their argument. then they leave and its like Woah.

then they make their way back to where the bed bath and beyond was so they can go to the black sea and thats why slimecicle made jort storm .(song) and ..... yeahthen they see chips wife but she dosent know its him cuz of the crews disguises...

then theyre in the black sea and shit then they go to thos big . castle whatevwr and theres Lore and shit over how the black sea was before. then they fight this crew and chip gets killed by this captian spider woman whatever . but hes still alive but she takes his heart out and she Still Has It. btw.

then she becomes a cocoon or smrhn like that and chip goes in and then niklaus is there and takes chips heart.

then theres gay marrige and then they find out that caspian probably works for the navy or at least someone on lizzies crew and so jay goes back because theyre getting ready to hold a big surprise attack against the navy except the navy knows.

thats the very summerized version. it all hurts. i have a headache. my hand is asleep. i almostcried while writing this cuz theres so much. my eyes hurt.

[yubiina]

Teacher's pet.

!! Minors DNI !!

“ if i’m so special why am i a secret?"

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Pairing: professor! William Afton X fem!reader

Genre: nsfw

Tw: smut, creampie, age gap (dilf William), cunnilingus, dirty talk.

Summary: You loved your english literature classes. But never for the reasons a normal student would enjoy a particular subject.

Author's note: Reader is in collage and over the age of 18!! This is my first time writing smut so I am nervous but I hope I did well, enjoy!

Part 2 here

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Going to a prestigious and strict university while majoring in something you'd never be interested in was never your plan from the beginning.

But of course despite your protests, your parents cared too deeply about your perfect streak of academic achievements to let you go that easily.

" do you think he's nice?"

The bell rung loudly as groups of students shuffeled through the hallways into the classrooms, too busy talking and laughing with their friends to notice their sorroundings.

" I don't know, and to be honest, i dont really care either." you sighted, the noisy chatter of the students around you scratched your ears, making you feel agitated.

" yeah Diane, its not like you'll do better this time will you?" she lifted her head up towards her friend who now stood in front of them with a smug smile and raised eyebrows.

Mouth agape in shock she quickly spoke:

"Shut up Faye!! At least i'm not failing 3 classes a few weeks in unlike you!!" Faye only laughed at her reaction while you felt a smile creep up, Diane huffed and hit your shoulder only making it grow wider. You hushed them to keep quiet as the lesson started and Faye left the desk.

༻❀༺

It was true, you didn't care, not until until he did.

Not until it started with him greeting you everytime he spotted you walking down the halls or how his eyes always met yours first when he walked into your class.

But to think it was anything more than polite gestures would make you a fool. Yet you could't help but think so when he looked at you like he knew exactly what he was doing.

From the way he strutted around your desk, making you catch a whiff of his expensive cologne to small mannerisms, it always left you curious for more, and who were you to ignore instinct.

" Y/n l/n?" He looked up and turned to your raised hand.

" here" you called.

He only smiled before continuing.

But could you be blamed? When he smiled at you like he knew something more, when he caged you in with honeyed words and sweet promises.

But of course, it was never anything more other than a good teacher caring for it's student.

༻❀༺

You were pushed against the wall, hands caging your sides as he towered over you,. giving you the same polite smile yet this time his eyes told a different story.

His right hand that rested against the wall reached the doorknob before locking it with a click, making you hold your breath.

༻❀༺

" He's looking at you again" Diane whispered to you without lifting her head as she continued to write, not wanting to bring any attention in a deafening silent classroom.

It seemed that Mr. Afton's classes were the only ones were the students would actually keep quiet. Carefully lifitng your eyes ahead you met his.

Mr. Afton stood seated in his chair, a leg stretched over the other as his hand rested on his chin, his eyes unmoving once he was greeted with yours.

" so what? He's just spacing out" you whsipered back.

" probably thinking about that nasty divorce and court days he'll have to attend"

" what?" He's getting divorced?" You turned to her in suprise.

" don't know anything, but i heard his marrige's getting rocky latley" she shrugged

" where did u hear that?" you asked

" Michael's friends"

" Is there a problem Ms. Florence?" His firm voice catches both of you off guard, Diane shook her head and apologized before darting back to work.

                           ༻❀༺

And how sweet he was.

How he asked you if you needed help whenever he noticed you were stuck or when he always praised your work in front of the class and held you as one of his best students.

"another great work ms. L/n. I'd say I'm impressed but I expected it from you" having his full attention made your legs bounce, his voice drowning out your outer world.

"thank you Mr. Afton. I'm glad you're satisfied"

The corner of his lips tug further as he places the paper down as your eyes follow it, unable to find courage within you to meet his own.

" of course Y/n, you're a good girl after all. One of the best in my class"

And you were, you were known for your high grades and obedient attitude who never missed a class without an important reason. You always tried your best, and you'd do it only for him.

That's why he'd ask you to stay after class for any questions you had or extra lessons. He couldn't let one of his best students fall from their grace, could he? And of course you couldn't deny.

After all what good student doesn't respect their teacher?

༻❀༺

The papers and pencils that once stood organised on the oak desk were now scattered and falling to the floor as u were plopped on top, hands coming between your thighs to part them and rub your clothed cunt.

Your breath hitched as you threw your head back onto the desk and bit your lip to hold back a whine.

Your hands clung around his neck to support your upper body as he fucked his fingers knuckles deep into your hole, clenching around him in a needy grip with your ecstasy dripping down from the desk onto the floor.

" Look at you needy little thing, you'll let me help you, yeah?" He cooed at you, the contrast between his condescending tone and hard pace of his fingers made you clench harder and push yourself closer, his voice sending you further away from reality.

He catches your lips in a kiss, biting your bottom lip before opening your mouth for his tounge to enter, your hands bunching up his fabric as your eyes rolled back with a drowned moan.

The orgasm building up at the pit of your stomach made you thrust your hips onto his fingers as you looked up at him for your begging eyes to meet his.

" that's it love" he moves faster making your clenched mouth open, the sinful wet sounds of your pussy made you embarrassed.

"give it to me, do it" he hums once you throw your head back with a high pitched moan, your orgasm crashing down as your limbs shook

You felt his tounge lap at your overstimulated folds making you jolt forward and close your thighs only for him to keep them in place.

" what a sweet little treat you are"

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" I'm telling you, that bitch has it coming" Faye rambled pointing her fork at Diane before going back to her food.

" Faye you know how she is. She does that on purpose to get you in trouble" Diane sipped on the strawberry milk carton.

" it's working then cuz I'll glady get in trouble just hand her ass over some day" she retorts.

Diane sighs before turning to you as you stood deep in thought, playing with your food.

" is she even listening?" She asks

" leave her alone she's on overdrive from all that work Mr. Afton's been giving" Faye says.

" hey, I am listening" you speak up, eyes narrowing at Faye.

" I'm just tired, I have extra classes after this" you sigh before side eyeing Diane as she finished her milk.

"you're really sucking the life out of that thing"

"I'll suck the life out of you if you don't shut up. "

It seemed your new chedule with Mr. Afton was taking time away from your friends, yet you didn't exactly mind.

After all a good student has to make sacrifices, right?

༻❀༺

Being spread acorss the desk, wide open for him to view you at such a vulnerable state made you're bite your lip in anxiousness before he tucked your legs up, giving your wet cunt that clenched around nothing his undevided attention.

" look at you pretty thing" he muttered

His hands rushed to unzip his black pants, his cock springing out and standing tall, now free from the tight confinement of his underwear. The pink angry tip leaked with precum as he pumped it a few times.

It was after hours, everyone had gone home except a few janitors and teachers, while he had spent the last hour here prepping you and even if the door was locked, you couldn't help but feel paranoid.

As best as you could, you reached in an attempt to stop him from rubbing his cock against your folds,

" they'll hear Mr. Afton" you whined as your fragile hands did little to stop his movement.

Looking down at you he kept rubbing his cock, using your juices for lube before reaching to kiss your side, faces inches apart.

" just the tip sweetheart, yeah?" He breathed out before pushing in.

The bulbous head stretched your plush walls, your mouth hung open, a moan ripping from your throat as a he continued to seethe himself in to his tip.

" t's too much" you whine as he shallowly thrusts his tip into you, your hands gripping his shoulders as he leaned down to suck another deep hickey on your neck.

" shhhh" he hushed you, hands going to your waist to keep you from wiggling.

Pushing further into your spasming walls your eyes widen, moaning out his name to try and get his attention as he bottomed himself into you.

And just like that he kept still, watching you fall apart on him, breaking just from his cock entering you as it wrapped him in a vice grip, too good to pull away.

He moved the hair out of your face before kissing you, going from your lips to your jaw and neck, giving you any sort of distraction to latch onto.

" you know you're such a good girl" he whispered a few inches away from you, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip, messing up your gloss as he kept his eyes locked with yours

" gonna give that needy little cunt what it wants"

"yeah?" You attempt to speak normally but only comes out as a moan.

"yeah" he hums before taking his cock out fully and slamming back in with full force.

Your body jolts at the sudden movement with a yelp, yet you had no time to react as he began thrusting in full force, the wet sounds of your pussy and his heavy balls hitting your ass filled the room.

" Mr. Afton" you cried, the desk shook with each hard thrust hitting your spot over and over again as his tip brushed your cervix.

Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes you felt his hand wrap around your throat forcing you to look up, only then noticing his state.

His hair disheveled and breaths heavy, groaning each time your walls clenched around him you felt his cock twitch inside of you. It almost looked like this effected him more than you.

"look at that" his breathy voice brushes your ear. Following his eyes you look down to see the bulge on you stomach appear with each harsh thrust of his hips.

"look at how well you take me in baby" his hands caress your abdomen

" you gonna let me use this little pussy? Be my little whore?" He snaps his hips faster as your hand reaches to hold onto the arm on your throat, now unable to hold back any noise, pushing your upper body with all your might for a kiss.

A mocking smile reaches him at your neediness yet gives you what you want, you eagerly open your mouth and let him explore in complete submission, a string of saliva connecting you once parted.

Dragging your thighs closer to his, he pressed his upper body to your chest, face leaning down to lick on stripe on your neck. With each pound harder than the other your eyes roll back unable to form any coherent words as you let yourself fall back on the hard surface.

" Oh fuck- mh- please Mr. Afton!" You plead, neck cranning to look at him.

He only laughs at your cock drunk state, lips red and puffy from his own, cheeks flushed now blabbering and dripping around his cock you wrap your shakey legs around him and loosely lock his hips

" please-inside, Mr.Afton!" Is all he can make out before his grip tightens at your words, a growl coming from his chest as he starts drilling harder into you.

" you want my cum inside sweetheart? You want me to stuff you?" He looks down at you in a with a condescending expression as you nod frantically.

Your moans grow louder, feeling your orgasm on the edge as you hold onto him for support, nails digging into his arms, leaving red scratch marks and one more thrust is all you to need to come undone, walls spasming around his cock.

Mr.Afton lets your throat go only to grip jaw and keep your head in place, eyes locked with his as your mouth hangs open, gushing around him with a long, tired moan.

Mr. Afton stills his hips as you feel something thick and warm spilling into you and leak out a few drops, making you feel full, he groans as you feel his cock violently twitch inside you. Heavy breaths fill the room only for your body to jolt once he fucks the cum back into your overstimulated cunt

"too much, no more" your tired protests make him laugh as he leans to kiss you, his much bigger hands rubbing up and down your thighs in a soothing pattern.

But what always brought you back to this moment, wasn't always the aching soreness between your legs from the aftermath, or the bruised neck and lingering touch.

It was how he cared for you after, the way he picked up your panties and put them back for you, making sure his cum stayed inside not wanting to waste a drop.

How he offered you a silent ride home with a hand resting on your thigh and how you always ended up smelling like him, his perfume clinging to your clothes that you wore the next day.

Because as a good teacher, of course he had to care of his best student.

And no matter how many times you brushed it to the back of your mind, you were the happiest knowing you were his favourite.

After all, what kind of a good girl would you be if you weren't?

[happenedinmiddle-earth]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬: 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

s: how does all the middle-earth folk react to seeing you for the first time.

w: brief mention of an attack

a/n: idk what im doing hope you like it

Aragorn Son of Arathorn

He saw you the first time while passing by a small, not so known town. In middle-earth, alone traveling woman was already an eye-catcher, but he noticed you for different reasons. He was propped in the back of a tavern, hood covering his face and pipe hanging by his lips. He noticed how your laughter filled the room when presumably a friend of yours cracked a joke. Your smile was rather catching, it lightened up the whole room. Even warmed the lone Strider’s chest even though he wouldn’t admit to such. Your paths crossed a few times and while he remained hidden from you (or so he thought) you were always easily found.

Legolas Thranduilion

He saw you the first time when you joined the council of Elrond. Rather curious of how a woman, and a human at that, had found herself from the midst of Elves and dwarves and men. He kept his questions to himself at first though, only letting your confidence and wise words impress him further more. He was in awe at how well worded you were, how you carried yourself even when some of the councilmembers looked down at you. Your voice was stern yet soft, sort of like a mother’s when scolding her children. He was even more impressed when your fighting skills competed with his.

Thranduil Opherion

He had actually seen you countless of times as you did live in Mirkwood, but he truly first met you when the group of sellsmen that you were a part of got attacked by orcs right outside the woods. He didn’t see you in any particular light, if anything you still were just a commoner in his eyes, a commoner who had fools luck being the sole survivor of the ambush. He did offer you the goods you had lost and made sure your wounds wete tended before sending you away.

Boromir son of Denethor II

At first Boromir didn’t even want to meet you. Not in the least. As your first meeting would mean marrige after a handful of days. Boromir liked to be free, to not have a helpless woman at his feet all the time, asking for his attention. He even tried to get his father to give you to Faramir in vain. But in the end boy, how glad he was to be unsuccesful. It only took you a few hours to get on his good side, impressing him with you wit and knowledge of ruling a kingdom. You shared the same passion to protect your families. And even though the marriage was arranged, neither of you could help but slowly fall for each other.

Bard the Bowman

Lake town was so secluded and small, no one would have in their good graces just stumbled there. So Bard probably has known you pretty much your entire life, whether you were younger or same age as his late wife. If you weren’t working with the elders making fabrics and watching children, you’d be out on your own hunting for food outside of the town. Bard often warned you, given that the Master didn’t allow bringing in your own food unless it was going to him. Nonetheless, you’d assure him it was fine, hand him and his kids some of the dried meat and skipped through the town to your home.

[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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