#ghost.anon

Could I request a piece for Time? I like a bit of semi-public sex and got thinking…what if the chain and s/o are in a town and perhaps a worker at the inn they’re staying in has taken an interest in Time and s/o does. not. like that. So they rile Time up until he fucks them in the open and the worker walks in on them and s/o gets to look on in pride because Time is fucking *them* and not anyone else?

You’re the best!

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i love jealous reader !!!! and thank you ghost <33 you’re too sweet

cw: pretty short!! full nelson cause i really really really want time to put me in a full nelson, slight degrading, humiliation, exhibitionism, time is loaded!!!! reader has a vagina and no pronouns. not proofread at all i literally typed this out in the car

minors do not interact.

to say you were pissed was an understatement.

who did this little punk think they were? was it not obvious that the gorgeous hunk of a man next to you was your husband?

the two of you had walked into the small shop just to browse a little. at least, that’s what your intention was. time was absolutely going to buy you everything you glanced at, whether you wanted him to or not. you were his spoiled little brat and he’d treat you like so.

“this will look lovely on you, won’t it, dear? it’s only 700 rupees—“

“oh my gosh, i told you it’s fine—“

“hello, sir!”

only, the cashier didn’t seem to quite care for what you were wearing. instead, they took the opportunity to show time everything that they thought your husband would look good in. every time he’d go to pick out something for you, there they were, telling him that this piece of clothing over here would look great on him.

“beloved, don’t you like this dress? the color fits you well—“

“if you’d look at this button up over here sir, i think it’d be a great fit! it’ll really bring out your eyes!”

you were so. over it.

finally, time had picked out enough clothes for you where he felt satisfied. by this point, you’d devised a sneaky plan to quell your own jealousy. when the annoying little clerk went behind the counter, you called time by his name, which you’d only do when you two were alone.

“link. i think you should try on this shirt, yeah? come with me.” he immediately quirked an eyebrow, wondering what you were up to. he let you drag him into the single fitting room, anticipating your every move.

once the door was closed, you sat the clothes down on the tiny bench inside. you then turned to the mirror and gave him a sneaky little smirk. “you said these pants would fit well, huh? why don’t you help me try em on?”

your lover gave you a pointed look. though, you were awfully hard for him to resist. he couldn’t help placing a hand on your hip. “you’re doing this now? after i spoil you rotten you still want more…” you only giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“just look at you. can you blame me? you really gonna neglect me like that?” his hands trailed down to your ass, giving it a good squeeze. “little brat.”

shorty after his “scolding” he’s sitting on the bench with you in his lap. you grind on his lap relentlessly while he kisses the daylights out of you. he held the back of your neck with one hand and your thigh with the other. he wouldn’t admit it, but his hips were desperately bucking into yours too.

your hands find his hair and tug, which is his last straw. he grabs your waist, moving you into position. “enough of that. i’ll give you what you want but you’d better not make a sound.”

you thought he’d have you ride him, but oh no. his arms are hooked up under your legs and he literally rips your pants apart. “it’s fine,” he insists, “you can just wear the new ones out.”

he wastes no time pushing into your wet cunt. you moan pathetically, to which he growls. “quiet, or you won’t be cumming til we reach the next village.”

your eyes widened, your moans becoming soft little whimpers. you were biting your lip so hard you thought it’d bleed. but nothing could quiet the slap of his hips against yours. as much as he claimed you were spoiled, he wanted you just as badly. it was easy to tell just by how relentless his thrusts were.

time was so caught up in fucking you to put you in your place, he didn’t hear the clerk step in. his forehead was against your back, his teeth clenched as he hissed to quiet his own moans.

“sir? did you need—“ of course, this little fucker was looking for your husband in the dressing room. once they saw you two, they gasped, making direct eye contact with you. despite your embarrassment of being caught in such a lewd position, you held it. you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. they scrambled out of the room as fast as they could without another word.

when the two of you checked out, the clerk didn’t make eye contact with either of you. time handed over a ridiculous amount of rupees, your arms full of clothes he bought solely for you. he once it was paid for, he took all of the bags out of your arms. he kissed your cheek sweetly, smiling. “let me, darling.”

you smiled a bright and happy “thank you!” before leaving, giving them a nasty smirk that said “i win”.

You haven't heard? He killed the radio star

(Sorry to disappoint anon it's just a bad joke)

Talking about Twilight and ruts, I have this story in my head where you tell Twilight that you want kids and it sends him into an immediate rut right then and there, where all he wants to do for the next three days is fuck a baby into you. It’s delicious and filthy; he takes you in all manner of places within your home and in all manner of ways.

You have to actually be the one to periodically remind him you both need to eat and the only reason he relents is ‘because must care for mate and pup.’ While you cook food for the both of you, he’s constantly thinking about how good you look and how well you will care for those future kids and wants to fuck your all over again but some deep protective part of him knows that if he does that right now, you might hurt yourself. So instead he just rubs against you, whining for you to hurry up so he can sit you on his cock before feeding you the food you prepared. He doesn’t much care about feeding himself, so you have to insist that he eat and feed him from your own hands.

When the haze finally clears, Twilight wakes to both of you in bed, you wrapped in his arms and him still buried inside you. You are covered in love marks and bruises, lots on your hips and neck. He can smell how sex permeates every inch of your house. He gently picks you up and takes you to the bathroom to run a bath for both of you. In the hot water, he cradles you and massages your sore muscles. As he examines his handiwork (that he may or may not fully remember) and looks down on you in love, he thinks you for sure must be pregnant. And if not? Well…he’ll just have to do it all again.

Please accept my offering and know that I love your work!

bestie i— WHAT DO I EVEN ADD TO THIS 😭😭 it’s perfect u just wrote a masterpiece !!!!!

oh twilight my beloved <33 TO BE BRED BY THE RANCHER

How would Time react to waking up to his s/o rubbing herself against him to feel that scratchy beard against her face and neck??

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GHOSTIE!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love that nickname im gonna use it!!!!!! nice to meet you ghost anon!!!!!!

idk what you mean by rubbing urself against him but imma make it slightly horny and slightly autistic cause i stim by doing this to my bf

also sorry friends </33 i’ve been picking up extra shifts at work!!!! i’ll try to clear out my inbox next week!!

cw: mostly fluffy, suggestive at the end, not proofread, completely gn reader!

when you peeled your eyes open, it was still slightly dark, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon. your husbands arm was draped across your waist, his chest to your back. you gently removed his arm, sitting up and lifting your arms above your head to stretch. you let out a soft sigh, turning to look at the man next to you.

you always wondered how you charmed such a handsome man. not to mention strong, brave, and caring. but gods was he smitten with you. he wouldn’t leave even if his life depended on it.

staring at him for a while longer, you noticed the stubble on his face. you’d convinced him to stay at home and rest with you for a few days, your puppy dog eyes working like a charm. you figure he hadn’t bothered to shave in that time, letting himself relax completely. time actually looked good like this, you thought. a little scruff to go with his built form had you swooning.

you laid back down next to him, facing him and putting his arm back around your waist. your hands rested on his chest as you stared up at him once more. you were just as smitten as he. you wanted to kiss him awake, smother him with your affection. so you opted for rubbing your cheek against his.

his stubble was scratchy but not enough to hurt, so you hummed quietly as you rubbed your skin together. this made your husband stir, the arm around your waist tightening as you slowly blinked awake. “dear?”

“mhm,” you replied. time laughed quietly, grabbing your cheek to halt your movements. he stared into your hazy eyes, still clouded with the remnants of your sleep.

“any reason you’re waking me up like this?”

you shook your head. “just wanted to feel you. love you.” your husband placed a kiss on your forehead, bringing you in closer.

“such a sweet one. thank you for reminding me to shave.”

“nooooo. i like it. you look good, feel good,” you pouted. he laughed once more, hands rubbing across your warm body. you sighed, melting into his touch. you could never get tired of your husband, no matter what he looked like. you yelped when he gave a nice squeeze to your ass, patting it twice for good measure.

“you look good as well, dear. feel even better,” he sighed while placing soft kisses on your neck. you moaned softly, wrapping your arms around him tighter.

“i think that beard of yours would feel even better between my legs, don’t you?” finally, he thought you’d never ask.

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