#thedevilwrappedinsilk threads.

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

❥  closed starter for @petalruined

❥  plot: paxton taking his breeding kink a little too seriously

hearing his - not exactly loud - alarm is enough for paxton to immediately wake up. his dark blonde hair still messy from sleeping and a mark from his pillow on the cheek, he grabs his phone and looks at the damned, way too bright phone screen. by now, this ringtone is imprinted on his mind, and it only means one thing (the exact message that also pops up on his screen as a reminder): fuck her. baby time.

he now has been tracking her cycle for months, desperately trying to get her pregnant while waiting for every ovulation like christmas eve. they had agreed to take it slow, to be happy when it would happen but to not force anything... which was a little easier said than done for him. each negative pregnancy test felt like a crushed dream, and his frustration resulted in obsession.

"hey, sweetheart", he whispers into her ear without the actual intention of waking her up, "i'm gonna fuck you now, alright?" she had agreed that he could do this whenever he wanted to, but fucking her without waking her up would sure be easier if his cock was a little less... huge. being rock-hard from the thought of getting her pregnant alone, he pushes himself inside her from behind, lifting up her nightgown and leg so that he can go as deep as possible.

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

“   least   resistance.   “ his   answer   came   almost   immediately,   with   a   nonchalance   that   would’ve   sent   shivers   down   the   spine   of   anyone   who   doesn’t   know   him.   raising   his   chin,   he   looked   down   at   her,   letting   his   tongue   glide   over   his   lips   for   a   moment   as   he   sat   up   on   the   couch   they’d   been cuddling on   just   seconds   ago.   “   i’ll   give   you   enough   money   so   that   you’ll   never   have   to   worry   about   financial   issues.   i   trust   you’ll   keep   your   mouth   shut   about   the   parentage?   can’t   risk   a   scandal.   “   his   voice   was   a   little shaky now,   and   he   tried   to   clear   his   throat   to   make   it   go   away.   “   how   far   along?   “

wanted connections; baby daddy, her ex, her ex she coparents with and hooked up with, her best friend she hooked up with, etc. open to m/nb!

test muse!!! beth finley, 34, single mom, middle school teacher, certified southern belle.

"i'm pregnant," the words came out of her mouth in her thick southern drawl. she continued, not giving the other even a moment to interject "you're definitely the dad and i'm definitely keeping the baby. i just figured it'd be best to tell you and not let you just hear it from someone else," it'd been many years since she'd found herself in this predicament the first time. the difference between then and now was that she wasn't a scared clueless teenager anymore, and she knew she could get through this without or without him. "so, you gonna shock me and be there for your kid? or stick with the path of least resistance?" she was fully suspecting the latter choice; it's what'd happened to her the first time around.

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

❥ ❥ ❥ @voidscnt // ava.

from the other corner of the room, his wife waves over to them and smiles before turning back to her more important guests. ever since she, an internationally known ballerina, had retired and decided to pass on her expertise to a selected group of exceptionally talented students, he had been forced to assist her classes in his free time. after all, he had been a dancer in his youth. nevertheless, assisting her classes meant nothing more than turning the music on and off at the right time and helping with other little things. when he first saw her entering the 'gifted students program' a few months ago, he was mesmerized, and what started with short conversations turned into desperate sex in the changing room, over and over again. he desired her, that much was evident, but despite his lack of wanting to admit it, he cared for her.

making sure nobody is paying attention to them, he puts his hand on her arm for a few breaths, his thumb gently stroking the tender skin to reassure her he's there. "what a pity", he mumbles, surprising himself with how much he truly means it. "though i always found it quite charming that you can't seem to look at me when you lie. tell me the truth, ava. is it mine, or is it not?"

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

•• closed starter @wantcn >> 2. kiss when its not allowed, dad & daughter ♡

there's   not   a   single   moment   in   which   he   doesn't   think   about   kissing   her.   it's   as   if   her   neediness   fuels   his   own   –   a   vicious   cycle.   as   soon   as   his   daughter   left   the   breakfast   table,   he   felt restless,   sipping   on   his   morning   tea   while   his   wife   talked   about   some   movie   she   wanted   to   watch   with   him.   clearing   his   throat,   he   excused   himself   as   well,   following   lily   into   the   bathroom.   and   there   she   was   –   washing   her   hands,   wearing   the   tight   dress   he   loved   on   her   so   much,   the   one   that   showed   off   her   protruding   pregnant   belly.   his   wife   already   started   to   frown   upon   how   often   he   touched   their   daughter's   bump,   stating   that   he   shouldn't   encourage   her   to   be   a   slut   that   falls   pregnant without   even   knowing   the   father. 

a   low   grunt   involuntarily   escaped   his   lips   as   he   grabbed   her   chin   and   forced   his   tongue   into   her   mouth,   while   his   thumb   graced   her   jaw.   "   lift   your   dress   for   daddy,   angel.   "

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

••   @wantcn   asked:   [   HICKEY   ]:    sender    gives    receiver    a    hickey.

gently   at   first,   he   takes   the   skin   of   her   pale   neck   into   his   mouth.   then,   he   starts   to   nibble,   and   finally   ...   his   sharp   canines   produce   a   large,   purple   hickey.   "   that's   what   you   get   for   your   pouting   ",   he   grumbles,   voice   low   and   sharper   than   he   usually   speaks   to   her.

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

as much as he sometimes wanted to, chester knew that breaking this would mean breaking him. what had started as desire turned to affection and now was something much deeper than that. the intensity of his own feelings scared him, and he vividly remembered kicking in the door to the changing room because he heard her scream, just to find out a spider had managed to land on her shoulder from the ceiling. that was the first time they didn't fuck in that changing room, just laugh and kiss and talk about everything and nothing all at once.

he was raised in a wealthy, snobbish family who valued money, status and reputation more than anything else. his wife had more or less been picked out by his father who introduced them to each other, and he had never questioned this way of living. to say he never loved his wife would've been a lie, but with ava, it was more like an instinct. if he was honest with himself, he would know that he had to love her like he had to breathe, or else he would die. for the first time, maybe ever, he felt what it means to lose control.

the bedroom is big but cozy, filled with paintings and sculptures... and pictures. two framed ones are on the dresser right next to ava: one of his wedding day, him in a classic, elegant suit and her in a wedding dress so beautiful that it makes her look like a modern fairytale princess. next to it the other one: them on their thirteenth wedding anniversary one year ago. on her side of the bed, next to her favorite brand of lipstick, her book is still open on the nightstand, waiting for her to come back to it.

seeing her hold her stomach on the edge of tears makes him shake his head. "no, ava, don't", he croaks as he walks over to her, pulling her into his arms with one hand on her stomach without even noticing it. "don't cry", he pleads and silences her the only way he knows. with a kiss. it's a small, yet tender and loving one, lips just caressing each other for a few seconds. then, it hits him like a truck. 'i wasn't going to tell you.' "oh", he whispers, the hurt evident in his warm, brown eyes. how could he be so dumb to think she actually wanted a child with him? "whatever you decide, i'm not going anywhere. and i'm sorry for forcing you to tell me about it."

ava knew that one day, one of them would have to walk away. one of them would have to be the better person, the stronger person, and end whatever this is. this is it, she think, this is the tipping point. she's told him the truth and he's going to end it. they've been in this back and forth thing for months, push and pulling and yet never breaking.

ava would never allow herself to name this feeling she has, it would make it too real. to give name to it would give the feeling power over her when she already holds so little already. all of her steps have been made and she is all out of turns in this game. they aren't completely sure when it happened, when she handed over herself to him like that but eventually stolen moments were less about sex and more about this attention.

his smile, small as it is, makes her stomach flip. hand balls into a fist, shoved behind her back as not to touch her stomach again. he almost seems happy about it, if not for a second. only that would be absurd, that a man such a him would be happy that a girl like her is pregnant by him. his claims of her being too good for him, that he doesn't deserve her, that her future should not have him in it- those words always fell to deaf ears. she will always be that small town girl, raised by a single mother in a trailer park. maybe she could do this alone after all.

quietly she follows after him, the click of her heels drowned out by the party, the people, the music. no one would take too much care if she was gone, likely not even to be noticed. so still, she follows straight into his bedroom. she can judge by the personal touches around the room, the way it feels warm and lived in, that they share this bed still. a man and his wife. marriage. this time she holds her stomach as not to burst into tears. she's unsure if she can blame these tears on hormones.

"i-" don't know. she hasn't made a decision, let alone shared the news with anyone. saying the words i'm pregnant make it real and she needs to live in denial for just a little while longer, in a world where she's not in love with a married man, carrying a pregnancy born of an affair, and losing her dreams all at once. so, just for a little while longer, she is not that girl. just a few more seconds of wishes, of dreams. just a few more seconds before reality welcomes her home.

"i haven't decided yet. i wasn't going to tell you."

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

••   closed   starter   @aconites  –   plot:   **   Someone   give   me   an   angsty   plot   of   “I’m   pregnant   and   your   mistress.   What   do   you   mean   you   won’t   leave   your   wife??   You   said   you   love   me.”   Imagine   the   angst   when   she   cuts   all   ties   with   him   for   months   and   then   he   runs   into   her   and   she’s   got   this   big   belly.   He   just   stands   there   like   f.uck   I   do   love   her.   I   gotta   win   her   back.   **

at   first,   he   acts   as   if   he   doesn't   see   her.   she's   in   the   baby   aisle,   a   newborn   onesie   with   cute   little   ducks   painted   on   it   in   her   hands.   it's   unmistakable,   the   swell   of   her   belly,   and   he   absentmindedly   remembers   his   mother   once   telling   him   that   babies   in   this   family   always   run   large.   she   looks   vulnerable.   fragile.   at   last,   he   steps   next   to   her,   heart   beating   wildly,   and   pretends   to   search   for   something   on   one   of   the shelves.   "   hey.   "

[loveshard]

@thedevilwrappedinsilk​​ asked:  ❛  maybe we should kiss … just to know how it’s like.  ❜ 

     those words sounded like magic to willow’s ears. her face lit up like a child on christmas day, finally opening the one true present they wanted all year. she was pining for preston for so long and hearing his suggestion validated her crush on her idol. she only hoped this wasn’t another one of her wild dreams. she wanted this, him, to be real. “ maybe we should, ” she started, toying with the buttons on his shirt. “ i never knew you wanted me like i wanted you, ” she admitted, feeling too shy to meet his eye.

[lustfulheart]

@thedevilwrappedinsilk - Sydney/Matthew

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. With each passing moment, Sydney grew angrier and angrier. He had promised he'd be there. Hell, he even promised to be on time this session - yet the man who claimed to love her was nowhere to be seen. It was no wonder that she claimed they needed this therapy. After another round trip of the second hand, Sydney huffed and clicked her tongue before turning towards the man with the notebook laying open upon his lap. "He's not coming is he?" She framed it like a question, though it was anything but. The girl knew the answer already. So before he even had any time to answer, she was continuing. "I am so sorry for wasting your time. I should probably just go and kill his dumb ass or something," Realizing just who she was talking to and his profession, eyes widened and she made sure to clarify something. "That's a joke by the way, I wouldn't but God do I want to."

[felteverywhere]

reply to this for @thedevilwrappedinsilk​

this arranged marriage felt like something from a fairy-tale. all those childhood dreams of becoming a princess brought to life, though they typically had a little more choice in their suitors. odette’s family had always been rich, she’d gone to private school, dressed in designer her whole life, she’d performed in pageants and learned to be exactly what people wanted her to be. it's easy, playing a part like this, especially since she knows the stakes. the chamberlain family are above all of it and the means of their money doesn’t mean much to odette. if anything, she finds the idea thrilling. hearing the deep voice of the patriarch of her future family, she pauses, eyes fluttering shut as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

she’s nursing a glass of whiskey, though she’s barely taken more than a sip. “not really...” she shakes her head, a little shyer than she usually is, mostly because she’s in a tiny silk slip in front of her soon to be father in law. “i thought a drink might help, but i might just be up all night... anything in particular keeping you awake?”

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

closed starter for @hcmevideos

"so...   the   boy   you   brought   over   last   night   --   of   course   catie   told   me,   you   know   she   loves   to   gossip   --...   anything   serious?"   desperately   trying   to   look   uninterested,   the   visible   tension   in   his   jawline   gives   away   his   jealousy.   "maybe   i   should   invite   someone   over,   too.   i   could   use   a   little   fun   after   last   night.   fuckin'   swallowed   two   sleeping   pills   to   erase   the   thought   of   another   cock   filling   you   from   my   mind."

[neveraftcr-a]

closed for @thedevilwrappedinsilk // based on this

" what is this? " she asked, invitation clutched in her hand as she stepped into their dressing room. " is it some kind of joke because i'm failing to see the punchline. "

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

before   more   or   less   falling   onto   the   bed,   he   quickly   pulls   his   shirt   over   his   head,   his   seemingly   made-of-steel   abs   as   well-defined   as   ever.   fitness   was   his   biggest   passion   (   aside   from   his   job   ),   the   thing   that   kept   him   sane.   usually.   right   now,   he   was...   well,   not   as   sane   as   he'd   like   to   be.   everything   around   him   starts   spinning,   and   with   a   groan,   he   runs   both   hands   through   his   hair,   blond   locks   falling   onto   his   face   as   he   tries   to   cuddle   up   next   to   her.   the   alcohol   has   already   made   him   dizzy   on   the   way   to   her   house,   the   house   she   once   shared   with   paxton...   and   it   didn't   get   any   better   so   far.   letting   out   another   groan,   he   slaps   her   ass,   not   even   remembering   the   incident   that   happened   earlier   this   evening.   "what,   do   i   not   get   to   eat   you   out   tonight?",   he   slurs,   tongue   heavy   from   drinking.   "i   know   you   like   that.   or   do   you   want   me   to   breed   you   like   pax   did,   just   without   the   actual   breeding   thing   ?   still   disgusting   to   think   that   the   thought   of   you   pushing   a   whole   creature   he...   designed   out   of   your   pussy   turned   him   on."

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:   closed , @thedevilwrappedinsilk .

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭:   that   ask   meme :((  

she'd   been   humiliated   when   he   dismissed   her   like   nothing   but   a   groupie.   as   if   she   didn't   share   his   bed,   share   his   affection,   his   love.   lennon   had   returned   home   alone,   kicking   off   her   ridiculous   heels   as   she   pressed   a   gentle   kiss   to   a   sleeping   nixie's   forehead,   in   a   gentle   goodnight.   the   kiss   with   paxton   was   surely   the   reason   for   his   outburst,   but   it   was   unrequited,   unwarranted.   surely,   atticus   had   to   have   known   that   ?   it's   around   three   in   the   morning   when   she   feels   familiar   arms   wrap   around   her   waist,   pulling   her   from   the   deep   slumber   that   had   been   catalyzed   by   the   tears   that   streamed   down   her   cheeks   hours   ago.   she   removes   his   hands   from   her   body,   not   bothering   to   say   a   word   as   she   scooted   closer   to   the   edge,   tugging   the   blanket   over   her   shoulder   to   cocoon   her   from   him.   she   wonders   then,   if   maybe   she   made   the   wrong   decision,   had   chosen   the   wrong   brother.   but   she's   sure   she   would've   been   burned   by   either   of   them,   anyway.   a   fleeting   thought   tells   her   she'd   be   better   off   alone,   the   idea �� brings   another   tear   to   her   eye,   one   she   quickly   wipes   away   before   there's   evidence   of   it.

[ntamed]

( @thedevilwrappedinsilk ) she’s  changed  a  lot  since  last  term  .  and  though  she’s  had  the  time  to  process  the  extreme  changes  in  her  life  on  her  own,  the spring and summer to figure it all out, she  hasn’t  had  to  face  her  peers  .  she  hasn’t  had  to  face  their  inevitable judgment  .  it's the  first  time  she’s  had  to  attend  something  in-person  on  campus  since  she  started  to  fill  out  .  since  her  condition  became  impossible  to  hide  .  no  hoodie  is  large  enough  to  hide  the  fact  that  she’s  pregnant at this stage  .  that  she’s  far  enough  along  to  have  trouble  getting  in  and  out  of  her  seat  .  that  she’s  out  of  breath as she speaks  .  that  she’s  not  quite the  same  quick  and  bright  and  often  outspoken  girl she'd been  before  the  break  .  and  though  she’s  never  let  others'  opinions  harm  her  before,  it’s  hard  not  to  feel  self  conscious in this space  .  hard  not  to  hide  in  her  seat  .  hard  not  to  feel  her  face  heat  up  as  her  favorite  professor  begins  his  class      —      and  that  same  professor  just  so  happens  to  be  the  person that knocked her up  .

[angelvings-archived]

status : closed for @thedevilwrappedinsilk . muse : kate drummond . plot : in source ! made with : beta .

« hey     , »     she     coos , scoots     closer     on     the     couch     ,     dress     riding     up     the     length     of     her     bare     thighs     as     she     climbs     onto     his     lap     to     straddle     his     frame     ,     palms     flat     against     his     chest     ,     « it     was     just     a     stupid     joke     ,     okay     ?  »    hands     continue     to     travel     up     his     stature     before     settling     where     hair     meets     his     neck     ,     head     slightly     tilted     as     she     looks     down     on     him with adoration overflowing brown hues     .     « it     doesn’t     matter     what     they     think     . you're still the best fuck of my life , » teeth sink into the soft flesh of her bottom lip to bite down a grin .

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

••   closed   starter   @falscgcds

"   no.   "   it's   a   simple   word,   brought   forward   with   determination.   as   the   other   wants   to   wrap   her   arms   around   his   neck,   greet   him   with   a   lingering   kiss   as   usual   ...   he   shoves   her   away.   gently,   though.   gently   –   but   firmly   –   tears   in   weary,   amber   eyes.   "   i'm   going   back   to   my   wife.   it's   over.   we're   over.   "