#sorry this is the saga that just keeps going but i couldn't shake this when i thought of it. they're so annoying to each other

[starflungwaddledee]

this is probably why meta knight moved the conversation to the hallway

based on @das-a-kirby-blog's comic based on my comic. comic inception. colour palettes are from das.

[ysrjune]

౨: SAM MONROE ໒; TWILIGHT AU

[ inspired by something I saw on tumblr/bot on j.ai made by erosmutt. ]

[ I don’t think this is in chronological order of the saga but if it is then yippee!! ]

[ no cullens. rosalie, jasper, emmett, alice, esme, and carlisle exist but under different names. no y/n. 3rd person. doesn’t mention reader being a Swan, but you could imagine it that way. not proof-read. I think my math was lowkey off by a little bit LMFAO ]

໒: Sam Monroe became a vampire back in 2001. He would have been 42 if he was actually alive now, but he's stuck in his 16 year old body. The young boy was hospitalized after an overdose and was dying. What nobody knew was that one of the doctors at that hospital was immortal. He had created a “family” of vampires before even reaching Sam. The young boy grew on the Dr. Kevin in a short amount of time, leading to biting Sam and turning him into a vampire before he reached death.

໒: Another year in high school. Hes learned everything already (only 20 years after he died did he actually pay attention) and now he could actually not pay any attention to his teachers, but still know the answer to every question he was asked.

໒: Sam is a 40 year old man. He's matured since he was 16. Now he doesn't skip class, does his work on time, cooperates on group assignments without fussing—he does everything he didn't do all that time ago. He still prefers to keep to himself, though.

໒: What seemed like his millionth junior year, you switched to his highschool in Forks. You were in his biology class and of course the teacher had to sit you next to him. He kept his eyes to himself but he so desperately wanted to get a better look at you. Sam had only glanced at you when you walked in, but he knew you were beautiful. You smelled great, too. One thing bothered him, though. He couldn't read your thoughts.

໒: Everytime you tried to make small talk with him, he never answered with real words. A shrug, shaking or nodding of the head.. thats all. He didnt even bother to spare a glance. He kept his eyes on his notebook where he would doodle things, and after that first day.. he didn't go to school for 2 weeks. Was it your fault? did you annoy him? a bunch of questions flooded your head.

“Do you guys know that Sam kid? pale skin and black hair with a blue stripe..” you ask the group of kids you started sitting with 2 weeks ago. “Who doesn't know him,” Avery, a girl with black hair and green eyes, answers you. “hes gorgeous.” she continued and smiled. “got your eyes on him or somethin’ ?” Jeremy, a dirty blonde with dark brown eyes, asks. “No,” you shake your head, furrowing your eyebrows. “I just.. sit with him in bio. He hasn’t been here since my first day.” Jeremy shrugs. “He dissappears a lot. Him and his siblings. Their dad likes to take them out everywhere out of town randomly.” he explains. “how many siblings does he have?” you asked Jeremy while picking at the split ends in your hair. “four, but they're like.. dating. its really weird.” Avery rolls her eyes. “They arent actually related. They're all adopted, so you know.. they arent blood.” she lets you in on what was going on between that family. “All those kids have different last names. They have the dads name, yeah, but they dont really use it. Its just there.” she says. “okay well its still really frickin weird. I mean, they sleep under the same roof. like, thats gotta be freaky.” Jeremy shakes his head. “just mind your business, jer.” Joanna, another girl who sat at the table groans.

໒: Just a few days after that conversation at lunch, Sam came back. He was sitting at the lab you two were assigned seated in, and once you walked in, he looked up at you. “Hi..” he starts off a few seconds after you sit in your stool. “Im Sam.. Monroe.” He introduces himself officially. “sorry I didnt get to introduce myself the other day. Im not good with talking to new people.” He confesses, still looking at you. “Its fine,” you assure him and look his way and introduce yourself to him. He managed to make a little bit more small talk after that.

໒: At lunch that day, you saw him sitting with his siblings. A girl with blonde hair whose name is Meli. Her boyfriend.. and adoptive brother, (yikes) Benny. Another boy and girl who were also 'together', Ryan and Julissa. Julissa had copper hair while Ryans hair was plain black. Your group was talking, but you zoned out while sneaking looks at Sam. His outfit today told you a lot about who he is. black cargo shorts, a green shirt underneath a metallica band T.. jewlery covering his wrists, neck, ears and mouth. He was some sort of punk, maybe.

໒: Overtime, he somewhat became your friend after months of trying to get to know him. Month 6 was when you found out his secret. It freaked you out, and it angered him because he knew thats how you'd act, but you just had to snoop around at libraries to read about immortals with cold skin, a diet of blood and lots of other things.

“I'm not afraid,” you tell him, but he knew it was a lie. He heard you heart racing. “You lie a lot. Not a good habit to fall into. Could get you into some serious trouble.” He walks behind you, but once you turn around.. he isnt there. you turn back around and find him standing in front of you, making you flinch. “how did–” “don't be stupid. you found me out so you know how I did that.” He towers over you. “You need to leave me alone. Dont talk to me again. Dont even look my way.” Sam mumbled. “You weren't supposed to find out.” “Anyone who isnt an idiot would know,” you snap back. “Well, congratulations, you arent an idiot. Want a cookie?” He sarcastically asks and walks off. You scoff and run after him. He wasnt using his super fast ability, but he still walked fast. “Sam, I cant just forget about this!” “try your very best, you can do it.” He replies. “Sam-” “shut the fuck up already, God damn!” He looks back at you. But something was off. He was sparkling in the sunlight that casted over him through the trees of the forest you two were in. “you sparkle?” you ask, trying to hold back all those jokes that came into your mind. “yeah, I use my sisters makeup everyday so I can shine.” He throws a sarcastic comment and rolls his eyes. “leave me alone.” but you didn't.

໒: “I'm like 40, you know that.” Sam smirks as you kiss his neck. “I shouldn't be seeing such an old man.. its gross.” you laugh, looking up at him. “super gross, but atleast I look seventeen, right?” he smiles. “sixteen.” you correct. “whatever,” he rolls his eyes and kisses you. Sam felt guilty. He felt like he was taking advantage of you because of how much older he is.. but it quickly went away when you stuck your tongue in his mouth.

໒: Sam hates your friend, Josh. Hes a fucking wolf.. he smells, isnt nearly as good looking as himself, he just.. he isnt trustworthy. “you dont trust me?” you ask Sam when he told you not to go with Josh to ride his motorcycle. “I do,” he shakes his head and looks at Josh. “Its him I dont trust.” Josh was in love with you, Sam wasnt stupid. He knew that you wouldn't leave him for Josh, but.. it still irked him how you still hung out with Joshua, knowing how much Sam didnt like him.

໒: Sam was the one to get you high for the first time. You've used drugs before, but not properly so it never had an effect. Even when Sam is fucking dead hes ruining his body. (not really..)

໒: Sam prefers to talk problems out but sometimes he just gets so angry that he cant help but yell at you. He goes too far sometimes and he doesn't apologize right away either. He just leaves and doesnt return for a few hours.. even days. He tries his best to make it up to you afterwards though.

໒: Hes always blasting his music in his airpods, room, car.. literally everywhere hes at. When you hangout in his room, theres always his playlist in the background.. but not on full volume so you could hear each other.

“I wont do it. You're crazy.” Sam says while looking for something in his drawer. You wanted him to turn you into a vampire judt like him but he hated the idea. “You're not gonna want me when im all wrinkly and disgusting.” you argue. Sam looks back at you with an irritated look. “you dont get how I feel about you, huh? I dont fucking care. I'll always want you, it doesnt matter what you look like.” he rolls his eyes and starts digging again. “Sam,” “Say one more thing about it and im taking you home. I'd never fucking do that to you. You dont know what you want.”

໒: weeks after that conversation, Sam waited for you outside your house when you came back from school. He asked you to go on a walk with him, and he looked really upset.

“we're leaving Forks.” He says, leaning against a tree trunk. “Kevin is supposed to be 10 years older than he looks. People are starting to notice.” He says, crossing his arms. Your heart started beating fast. “okay.. so what do I tell my dad? how am I gonna leave with you?” You ask. Sam looks you dead in the eye. “you don't. you're staying, I cant take you with me.” you had been together almost a year and he was just leaving like that? “so you're breaking up with me?” tears swell in your eyes. Sam doesnt answer. “you're not.” you shake your head. “you cant leave me.” you sob and hug him. “I can and I am. Look, ive been meaning to break this off anyway. We dont make any sense, babe. You're gonna die one day and what am I gonna do? Its better if I leave and un-attach myself.” he shakes his head. “I promise it'll be like I never even existed. You'll forget about me. It wont hurt you.” He looks down at you.

It really was like he never existed after a month that he left. No one talked about him or his family, your texts weren't going through to him or his siblings, your dad didnt ask about him and neither did Josh. Sam was gone. He was beginning to become a figment of your imagination. But he wasnt truly gone. You didnt really forget about him.

The pain reminded you that he was real.

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Austin's It Girl

18+ for sexual situations mentioned

Want to refresh yourself with the beginnings of the Cool Girl saga? Click here!

Lots of love and thanks to my favorite ladies for their screams of love and support! @ab4eva @therealslimshakespeare @stylespresleyhearted

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"Are you going to be the new It girl?"

“.... I'm going to be Mrs. Butler”

As the news of the engagement spreads like wildfire, Austin's rep is suddenly inundated with requests. Magazines, everyone from People to Elle, and TV stations want in on it too - Extra, E! News, even that fluffy third hour of the Today Show. There are podcasts run by former reality show contestants, even Martha Stewart herself is said to be interested….in meeting with you? 

All this fuss makes you absolutely double over in laughter, snorting into a ceramic bowl filled to the brim with a Greek salad, the olive oil having come from a small farm and shop in Ojai, California. You and Austin had visited the day prior, the married older couple slyly stopped all others from entering and let you meander around their property, paps and onlookers unable to catch a glimpse for once. Maybe that's why Austin has decided that was the perfect time to hike down your high waisted denim Levi's and bend you over stacked wooden crates filled with peaches.

He was in gray sweats, he hadn't anticipated a farm sort of outing when you originally took off on a drive to wherever you could end up that morning. “Gimmie a little love before we get back in the car, huh baby?” Of course you oblige, is it wrong that you secretly want to be caught honestly? Suddenly your ears perked up at the sound of something ripping. Goodbye robins egg blue lace panties, one of your favorite pairs from Agent Provocateur. “Sorry doll, I just can't have anything keeping me from you. We'll get you a new pair ok?” You moaned in satisfaction, thrusting back until your hips were riddled with half-moon shaped nail marks and you were snarling, chasing your release. The sounds of skin slapping could be heard as the wind chimes blew in the wind amidst a gentle breeze. “Be a good girl” he huffed as he had throbbed within you over and over, teetering on the edge with his nose pressed against the nape of your neck. 

You knew what that meant, he wouldn't cum until you came a third time. Some silly rule he had come up with after yet another all night passion-filled fuck fest. So you had arched like a pretty little kitten, covered your own mouth, came and shook but continued to thrust back, hard and soaked, to help him get there. He swore when he came and you couldn't help but wanna kiss him, no man sounded sexier swearing than Austin. Still gasping, he had been aware that the need to be discreet and get out of there without being caught was imperative. Still, you had fallen forward on your shaking, post orgasm blissed out legs and toppled over the aforementioned crates of peaches. Austin was wide eyed, embarrassed but laughing. With your torn panties shoved in your pocket, your cheeks flamed red when Austin tried to explain away just exactly what had happened to the lovely, you later learned, longtime married couple's fruit as you paid. “When we got engaged I was fairly weak in the knees too,” the wife had winked at you. So you left there with the olive oil and a stained glass peach, of all things, to hang in the kitchen.

You had actually just hung it when Austin's rep had popped by to deliver the news. Everyone wanted to talk to you. Nylon had declared “the hottest person to look at lately is no longer Austin Butler – it's his fiancè.”

“Well, well, well…my baby is the star now,” Austin had cooed, coming into the room wearing those fuck me style cotton shorts of his and a white v neck. It takes some coaxing from him, but you agree. One interview, help the chaos die down. You frankly would rather do cart wheels across broken glass, but the things done for love. 

Absolutely dead set on preserving Austin's privacy, explaining to his team that your hardworking, diligent, dedicated man should not have to put on a public show for the press in his own home, you tell them that arrangements must be made for said interview to take place elsewhere. Vanity Magazine is the one you end up choosing. “You're gonna look hot as hell” on the cover Austin declared the night prior to your first ever solo interview, limbs so tightly wound and entwined you can't even sneeze without disturbing him. His fingers traced tiny hearts on your arms. “This is a one-time deal, don't get used to it,” you hushed him. “I'm only your private cover girl and you know how I prefer to be photographed.” He pecked your lips once, then twice as he yawned. Before drifting off he pulled down your panties, at least he didn't rip this pair. “Case I wake up and need ya..” he rasped as he drifted off. 

The morning of the interview Austin finds you sitting cross-legged on the floor of your closet, wearing a Swiss-dotted semi-sheer white bra and matching panties. You're alternating between eating strawberry yogurt and nibbling on those caramel sea salt cookies you baked last night to bring to the interviewer. “Do you think that seems like a bribe?” you eye him as he settles down next to you, eyes still fuzzy with sleep. You're flipping through the magazine you'll soon grace the cover on, your outfit for the day hanging above you on one of the racks in the oak-paneled dressing room. He makes that gesture with his hands that always causes you to melt “C’mere…” and you tumble into his lap, curling up and letting his artwork-like sculpted fingers comb through your slightly damp hair. His voice is thick and that drawl that always seems to linger despite his agent's exasperation appears. “You're such a good girl doing this…I know ya’d rather not…I'm real proud of you…proud that everyone is gonna get to know and see my pretty girl now”. That's all it takes to calm your nerves really, the want and need to make him proud of you. You slip into your black boat neck dress that hits just above the knee. On each hip is a gold button that seems to tuck you in just right. One of the extras had worn it in the Elvis movie. You offhandedly mentioned how cute you thought it was, and then suddenly the next morning it had appeared in your closet. With there being a slight California chill in the air, he watches as you rummage through the racks. A blazer? Dress things down with a jean jacket? Finally you see one of his white dress shirts hanging from an event a few days prior. “Mind if I borrow that? Take a little piece of you with me?” You bat your eyelashes knowing there isn't a chance he'll say no. “Are you gonna let me shower with you? That shirt won't be the only thing of mine you take with you..” 

97 minutes later and still leaking cum, you stride into the rental home in Beverly Hills where the journalist is waiting to meet you. Being around media isn't exactly new, you've shyly clung to Austin's arm on red carpets and answered a question or two in a high-pitched squeak. This is the first time you've ever had to deal with the media alone though. A pretty young journalist, blonde and clicking her acrylics on her iPhone awaits you in one of those ridiculous-looking modern chairs in the living room. The house had been staged with furniture just for this occasion and to fight off your nerves, you scan the open floor plan living room and kitchen imagining how you would have decorated the space instead. Jillian Zane looks like the sort of girl you'd asked if she had a spare hair elastic in a barre class. She smiles and compliments your dress, but she has a job to do. You hand over the cookies you made and you can tell that throws Ms. Zane for a loop. After some awkward laughs about your failure to find parking and her flat tire that morning, she gets down to business. “Here she is, everyone's new favorite It girl!” Jillian pulls out a pen and a leather bound notebook and you find that slightly endearing. You wave a hand dismissively and roll your eyes good naturedly. “Are you going to be the new It girl?” Jillian follows up. “I'm going to be Mrs. Butler…” you murmur and hold up the stunning stone for her to get a good look at your man's good taste in jewelry. You spend the next two hours peeling back the curtain just a tad, for nothing else than to make Austin proud. —

She shows up early, dressed like a doll, and with homemade cookies in hand. She is, A, Austin Butler’s new fiance and everyone's favorite celebrity fixation. Except – that's not how she sees it. She doesn't consider herself a celebrity and seems to have no desire to be one either. What does she want to do? Be his wife, and yes that is a complete sentence. East Coast A encountered Austin on the job, when she worked for New York’s famed Vibrant Vintage as their archives buyer. She sold Austin a pair of black motorcycle boots and then won his heart in return. Was she looking for love? “Oh I had spent my whole life looking for Austin – I found him not a moment too soon” her giggle alone now explains Austin Butler's near constant smile in recent months. She's no longer a working girl, spending her days with the couple's dogs, hand picking items for their new home together, and fussing after the Oscar winner to make sure he takes some vitamin C before all that travel he's done lately for his upcoming projects.

“Isn't he so dreamy?” she suddenly blurts out when I get her take on some new pictures of Austin and co-star Callum on set.  When her lack of social media is brought up she shakes her head while grinning. There's no need for that. So is she aware of all the buzz she's getting? “It's so silly, he's the star!” A says so matter of factly….. -

              What did you last Google?

The weather in New York 

          What's your favorite scent?

  (Laughs) Austin….

What is the one thing in life you can't live without?

It's probably not polite to say that out loud (smirks)

             New York or L.A. ?

  Palm Springs

  

              Favorite color?

Sea glass green

  If you could only wear four designers for the rest of your life, who would they be?   

Oh gosh, now this is a hard hitting question! (laughs) Um, I guess I'd have to say: Vivienne Westwood, Dior, Nasty Gal, and Alice + Olivia

   If you were to move tomorrow, where would you go?

Maybe Ireland or Scotland 

Something on your bucket list?

Privacy 

One of your bad habits?

I drink a McDonald's Coke almost every day

A feature you admire most in a man?

(Smirks) Big hands

If you were to die and come back as an animal what would you choose?

Easy, a sparrow. Did you know, they mate for life and no matter how far one roams from the other, they always find their way back?

How often do you lie?

Who says everything I'm telling you now isn't a lie?

Do you believe in aliens?

Absolutely 

What’s the most recent gift Austin has given you?

When he was in England, he bought me a tiara that once belonged to one of the royal families.

What were you listening to on the drive over here?

The Daisy Jones and The Six soundtrack 

One thing about Austin that drives you crazy?

Everything he does drives me absolutely wild in the best way. But I will say, he hogs the blankets. 

If you opened a coffee shop, what would you call it?

Golden Boy's Place

Now that Austin has played Elvis, do you think there is anyone else he should play?

President Kennedy (laughs)

Lastly, any wedding plan details you care to spill? 

I can't share much, but Austin has his tux. It's going to be over the span of a couple of days actually, not just one night so that should be fun. If you'd like to go off the record though, I'll show you some pictures of my dress (grins).

*Edited to add at the time of print that our contributing editor, Jillian Zane, was privy to pictures of A’s bridal ensemble. All that to say, this may just be the wedding of the year*

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I have just seen your response regarding the Cullen linguistics and when I thought I couldn't love it more, I quickly found your theory regarding their changing terminology. (Your mind is beautiful!!!)

By your own admision, you mentioned it would be reeeeally rare for Carlisle to swear. Do you have any ideas for what kind of behaviour causes each individual to curse?

(And not just, for eg, Bella's general existence)

You're so sweet, @youareonlyastory! My mind is actually dead at this time of year, so I've turned it to vampires for awhile to reboot it. 🥰

(Prev vampire linguistics post)

Some of the characters I've thought about more than others, but here are some observations.

Easy: Jasper and Emmett. Emmett is the only one who swears in canon (“Damn you’re a mess”), and if you extrapolate that there’s lots we don’t see in canon plus that dialogue != real speech, it’s a hop skip and a jump to these two swearing a lot. They are the ones who are the most like to get into it over nothing and suddenly get deep into a very mouthy exchange until someone notices Esme standing there, wide-eyed. She's heard it all by this point, but they still hang their heads and say "oops, sorry" when it's her listening. Jasper swears using more slang original to his era, but fuck, piss, damn, were all already quite common. Emmett is playful and outgoing and likely picks up new slang pretty readily, so he's more likely to use some of the newer constructions like flying fuck or fuckin 'a, or ADJ/ADV as fuck.

Also pretty easy: Edward. I really need to re-read [ETA: oooh that was an autocorrect error in the original post--it turned "reread" into "read" which are not the same thing. I've read that sucker, it's just painful to read it again.] Midnight Sun again just to be on top of it but I keep opening it and putting it down because that boy's head is hard to read. One gets the sense in the original saga that he's a bit stuck up but holy cow, when you’re in his POV it is painful how conceited he is. So Edward swears very little. He thinks casual swearing is beneath him. He swears when things are truly dire, like with the van. He occasionally trades a few words with his brothers and they treat him like a kitten who is hissing at them when he does.

Bella: grew up in peak fuck patois generation and should be a big f-bomb user. However, most of her language comes from the kinds of books she reads--she's a wallflower who hasn't spent much time hanging around her peers. So she knows the words, but doesn't use them very often, especially compared to other women her age. You get a bit of her annoyance with Lauren in the books, and to a lesser extent Jessica; even though she thinks of herself as uninteresting, she also thinks of some of her classmates as vapid. She's going to distance from them linguistically just like she does socially.

Rosalie: Thinks its unladylike and beneath her, much like Edward. She didn't swear as a human and pretended to be scandalized, and she doesn't do it much as a vampire. Emmett can coax her to play with it a little bit when she's hunting or working on cars. And I'm inclined to take an out-of-universe explanation that the Twilight saga was written by someone who doesn't herself swear much if at all, and was written at the beginning of the surge of YA, when people were much more circumspect about what kinds of language belonged in YA books, for the explanation why we don't see her ever think will you fuck off? to Edward in Midnight Sun. I imagine she swears at him in her head with some regularity.

Alice: Alice is hard. She's very fun loving, which means she's pretty likely to embrace new language. And she has no memory of who she was before, so she's not influenced by ideas of what she needed to be as a human, unlike Rosalie, who is still very much clinging to that high society debutante identity. She's much freer to explore. So my guess is she can get up to it with the boys, but probably doesn't usually.

Renesmee: Sounds like a GenZ-er. It drives everyone crazy. In addition to swearing, she uses things like sus and "girls gays and theys" and definitely went through a "yolo" phase. She's constantly trying to figure out where she fits, and trying on all the latest language is a big part of that.

Carlisle: swears with his sons, mostly over sports. Many of the newer terms don't even feel like swearing to him, so he thinks it's funny to try them out. There's a line in one of my short stories where I decided for writing purposes that the best narration was to just say "Carlisle cracked one far into right field and informed them both that they could do something to his genitals that left them with their mouths hanging open." I have a very clear idea of what it was that he said, though and it was shocking. Trash talking with his sons makes him feel young and light.

He swears in anger only when extremely exasperated, usually with Edward, and that's when you get the 17th century swears.

Esme: Largely does not swear. She is moderately amused when Carlisle trash-talks the boys, and just shakes her head disapprovingly at him. She's learned to use a little bit of language in bed, though it happens at intervals best measured in years. When she does, she and Carlisle both find it sexy.

Or is that "they find it sexy AF"? 😉

Thanks for the ask!

[spookysanta]

clouded in anger (g.d.)

part 3 of 3.

Summary: the not-so thrilling ending to the saga.

WARNINGS: total smut, this is purely sex and sex dialogue, REALLY REALLY BAD SMUT IF YOU CAME HERE FOR GOOD SMUT you’ll be duely disappointed

WHY did i decide to do this to myself lmao BUT there’s 2 new fics i���m writing that’re coming out soon. they’re both cute as fuck i’m excited. one’s shawn and one’s ethan and DAMMIT i love white boys.

enjoy if you want :)

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"What did I say? Hm?" His grip got tighter. "You just don't listen."

"I-I'm sorry!" He pulled me back closer to his body. "I do listen, I promise."

"And promises are meant to be broken, are they not?"

"Daddy, please-"

"Ah ah, no back talk." He wagged his finger at me. My scalp started to burn. "You're just askin' for it, huh?" He let my hair go and pushed me onto my back against the mattress. "You deserve all of this. Understood? No safe words."

"Yes Daddy."

"Good girl." He pecked my lips. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders and entered me again. I buttoned my lips to keep from crying out. "Scream for me babe."

"But you said not to."

He thrusted harshly into me. "I know what I said, but I'm telling you now to do the opposite." His hands crept around my throat.

Well alright.

"Daddy!" I moaned repeatedly. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

He threw his head back and yelled loudly in pleasure. "Fuck."

I clawed and scratched at his chest and biceps that were infront of me. I peered at his face. Even when he's "punishing" me he still looks like a Greek god.

I felt the bundle of euphoria bubbling inside me. "Daddy," I panted. "I'm almost there."

"Oh yeah?" He smirked. He had me exactly where I wanted. "Wait a second." He pulled out again.

He stood and grabbed the foreign object from the nightstand. He placed it in his hand and held it out to show me.

It was... a button?

"What's that for?" I asked, slightly irritated that my orgasm is washing away.

"It's basically a vibrator that is one-fourth the size of a normal one and at least three times the power. This thing," He examined it as if he already didn’t know what it was and what it did. "packs a serious punch."

"And you're gonna do what?"

"Put it on you like this." He gently pressed it to my clit and turned it on, shooting heavy vibrations through my whole body.

I nodded as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. The bundle in me came back quickly, my legs shaking.

"Hey!" He scolded. "Look at me."

I tried to focus my blurring vision on his frame hovered over me. One of his hands was pumping himself and the other was on the tool inbetween my legs.

My mind got cloudy and my voice was gone as I moaned out loudly. "I'm gonna cum."

"Are you?" He chided and pressed the machine harder to my body. "Hold it."

"What? I can't!"

"You can. And you will."

My hips bucked and my legs shook and my eyes rolled so far to the back of my head I thought I would see my brain.

He started to move the machine in circular motions. "Holy fuck," I cried.

"Feels good?"

"Yes. S-So good." Tears of pleasure clouded my sight. "I can't hold it anymore."

"Are you gonna listen from now on?"

"Yes D-Daddy!"

"You're gonna stop being a little bitch to me? You know I don't like that shit."

I moaned in response. I couldn't trust myself to form a coherent sentence so I nodded.

He slapped the back of my thigh harshly. "Answer!"

"Y-Y-Yes."

"Good girl." Not removing his hand from the button, he scooped me up with his other arm and layed my head on his shoulder. He applied more pressure. He pressed on my lower abdomen with a flattened palm. "You can release, love."

I turned my head and bit his shoulder as I ejaculated. I think it sprayed all over the bed and floor. I wouldn't know for sure because my vision blacked out.

"Fuck babe." He groaned before pumping himself to a release.

He took the button of my sensitive area and rubbed the spot gently with his fingers. My legs bucked and slammed shut, which he opened back up and continued a couple more times before stopping completely. "Look at you, honey. Look what you did."

"Did what?" My now spent voice panted as my eyes closed in bliss.

"You squirted everywhere!"

"Hmm."

"You're a dirty girl, huh?" I nodded and cuddled into his chest. He kissed my temple. "You know I love you, right?"

"Mhm."

"And you pissed me off."

"I know." I kissed his chin. "I'm sorry."

"The next time I say, '[Y/N], get me extra Polynesian sauce at Chic-fil-A' and you don't, you better not be wondering why I put your ass to bed."

"Okay, pause." I held my hand up. "You need to say please next time."

"All I'm saying is that my chicken tenders were dry as hell and it was your fault."

He picked me up bridal style and carried me into the guest room and peeled the covers back. He set me in the bed and tucked me in before walking to the door. I grabbed his hand. "I'll be back. I'm gonna go and put the sheets in the wash." I shook my head no. "We can cuddle when I get back okay?"

"Kay."

I turned over and closed my eyes. Grayson came back about ten minutes later and wrapped his arms around my waist. "I love you baby."

He kissed my lips passionately. "I love you too Daddy."

[spookysanta]

clouded in anger. (g.d) part 2 of 3.

Summary: the continuing "saga" of angry!grayson on a sexpage (sex rampage).

WARNINGS: SMUT, badly written smut, swearing, oral sex (m receiving), use of a sex toy, awful smut, daddy kink!grayson, angry!grayson, poor writing, you can tell i don't get laid, etc.

a lot of people have been messaging me in regard to this series and i'm SHOCKED that people actually like my smut lmao bc i read this part and couldn't stop laughing. but enjoy anyway :)

UNEDITED

(this look is the look that will kill me. guaranteed.)

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"But I-"

"I don't care what you have to say." He replied as he removed his jeans and threw them across the room. "This is your punishment, and you'll take it whether you like it or not."

"Grayson please." I whined. "You want me to say it? Fine. You were right! Always have been; I shouldn't have disobeyed you. I'm sorry."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "You really think a shit apology is gonna stop me babygirl? Oh no. I mean it when I say I'm gonna destroy you." He hovered over me in his Calvin Klein boxers that had a prominent bulge in the center. "Do we need to go over the rules?"

I shook my head. I don't need to go over any rules, I came with up them.

"Oh, I think we do."

Hmph. Fine.

"Number one: no back talk. I've already let it slide too many times, but not from here on out. Number two," he grabbed the vibrator he'd set on the bedside table. "you don't come. Not until I say so. No if's, and's or but's about it. And number three," he removed his boxers. "use the correct wording to address me. You will call me 'Daddy' or 'Sir'. Nothing inbetween. And with these rules, you will be punished for every time you disobey them. Understood?"

I nodded.

He grabbed my jaw. "Speak."

"Yes sir."

"Now I'm not gonna ask again. Open your mouth."

I obliged this time. I opened my mouth wide for him and he easily slid into my mouth with a loud groan. His tip his the back of my throat and I gagged a little but obviously he didn't care because he kept going. "Fuck." he moaned out loud.

He started to fuck my mouth relentlessly. His hands were tangled in my hair and pulling and his head thrown back as he continuously pushed in my mouth. He pulled out and grabbed a pair of scissors.

He cut the fabric of my silk shorts off my body. "You know good and damn well that you have no business to wear this shit." He yanked my underwear off too. "Where did you get these pajamas?"

"I-I bought them online, sir." I responded with a slight cough. My mouth watered as he walked around in the nude and completely erect. "They were on sale."

"But did I permit you to buy them?"

I shook my head. "No sir, you didn't."

"Hm. Does this call for a pubishment?"

My eyes widened. "No!" I exclaimed. "I didn't do anything! I was just treating myself, I don't deserve to be punished!"

"You do now." He smirked. "I think I clearly stated, no back talk." he grabbed the handcuff key and untied my wrists before sitting on the bed and pulling my body into his naked lap.

"But I-"

"But nothing." He bent me over his thighs. "You will be spanked fifteen times, and you will count and thank me each time. If you lose count or do not thank me, I will start over and add five more. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Begin." He spanked me.

"One. Thank you Daddy!"

Again, he spanked me. This time a bit harder. "Two. Thank you Daddy!"

Each time he spanked me, it was harder than the one previous. By now tears were brimming my eyes and I know my butt was completely covered in red handprints. "Thirteen!" I exclaimed. "Thank you Daddy!"

"Keep going."

He spanked me again. That one really hurt. I screamed. "Fourteen!" Tears streamed down my face and my voice was choked. "T-Thank you Daddy!"

For a final time, he spanked me. And I was grateful because I knew if he'd kept going my bottom was going to be raw for days. "F-Fifteen! T-Thank you Daddy!"

He rubbed my bum cheeks with his hands and I whimpered as tears silently flowed from my eyes. "You did so good, babe." he mumbled. He got the cooling cream from the drawer and sqeezed some in his hand before applying some to my bum.

I whined quietly.

He lifted me back up to straddle his lap. I managed not to sit on my behind but on my knees. He wiped my tears away with his thumbs. "Have you learned your lesson?" He asked quietly.

"Yes Daddy."

"Good girl. Lay on the bed with your ass in the air." He gently pushed me off of him and I got in his instructed position. He grabbed the vibrator in his hand and put it on my thigh.

"Mm."

"Nope. No moaning, either."

He put the vibrator on my clit.

I buttoned my lips and begged my brain to not tell my mouth to moan or scream because I cannot take another spanking. My legs began to vigorously shake and the feeling of euphoria quickly bubbled inside me. "Do you want to cum, princess?" He mumbled in my ear.

"Yes Daddy." I strained.

"Well then," he took the vibration away, leaving my lower half with an indescribable tingly feelig. "I guess that'll have to wait."

He shuffled close to me and shoved his hips into mine, forcibly entering me. "Holy fuck," I yelled.

"Did I say you could moan?" he grumbled in my ear, a groan coming after. "Hm? Did I?"

"No Daddy!" I exclaimed in response.

"Hm. So does that mean I get to punish this ass of yours again?"

"No Daddy, please don't!"

He pulled out of me and grabbed the back of my hair to pull me at eye level with him. He didn't pull too hard, so it didn't hurt but I knew what he was doing.