yo momi

the only thing grounding you was probably your phone wallpaper, which was you and your husband holding up a bouquet of flowers, which's card read ''anything for you, love'' in a beautiful shade of pink

and you smiled

maybe this week wasn't as bad as you thought

until you see a notification pop up, another email from your boss, and you sighed clicking your phone shut

nevermind.

this week was full of just cursing yourself over every minor error, and it all started pilling up one by one, mistake by mistake, complain by complain and finally,

you hit your breaking point.

''darling please dont test me right now.'' your husband's voice rasps

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''excuse me?''

you turn around, wide eyed with frustration

your husband just got home from work, it was a rainly night with his eyes tired and his shoulders incredibly tense under his expensive suit, his hair was neatly kept, as a way of holding onto the last shreads of his composure, yet a single strand of hair dripped down his forehead, defying his perfection.

he settles down the soaked umbrella the held and walks to the couch losening his tie, right before

''test you? are you fucking kidding me right now?'' you snap back

he turns his head towards you, dropping his suitcase on the table and you both just stare at each other for a very

very

uncomfortable 10 seconds

''honey'' his deep voice echos, being as patient as possible

''speak.'' you snap back, with a sassy tone

he looks at you again, dead in the eyes, and just for a second, just for a minuscule second

you see it

his composure wavered.

with the ever so slight twich of his jaw, and you ofcourse, didn't leave that unnoticed

''what? you're mad now? YOU'RE the one who's mad?'' your voice now raising as you took a step forward

''I just told you to pick up my goddamn order from the fucking resturant and tha—''

he takes step towards you with a big thud, the sound echoing in the room and you pause, not even realising when you're backed into the wall

''I'll order it.'' he says coldly, and you swear you could see the rage radiating off him, and he was trying oh so hard not to show it

''No resturant is gonna' deliver SHIT at this hour!'' you yell while he just, stares

''You had one job and we both know I don't ask you for favours if its not importan—''

''I said I'll fucking,'' he interrupts, the cuss foreign to his lips

''order it.''

''and I said there's isn't any fucking resturan—''

before you know it

he smashes his lips onto yours, effectively shuting you up, but his hands weren't on you, they layed flat on the wall right above your head

you couldn't even process how the kiss was before he pulled alway, his eyes staring at you with the weight of his boiling rage laying right on display, not a single inch of him was touching you and yet, you could feel him all over your body

and it pissed you off.

''fuck you.'' you spat out, tilting your head upwards, almost challenging him with your cold expression, and fuming with anger

''fuck me?'' his voice rasps, accompanied with the faint twitch of his jaw

''honey, i already said don't—'' he leans down, emphasising the last word

''test me.''

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suddenly

under all your supressed temper, you yank his tie and pull him in, your lips crash against each other once again, into the most messy and sloppy kiss you've both probably ever had

and that's when he finally

finally

grabs your jaw and tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue in with his hands holding your face roughly, not enough to hurt you but enough to squish your cheeks visibly, enough to make you feel that he's not playing nice

the kiss turns wild and aggressive with one of his legs now shifted right between yours while your hands kept pulling his tie, choking him harder and harder by the second, and you could feel a smirk forming on his lips as you both devoured each other

his hand slowly shifts to your hips, pulling you by the waist and you could feel his hard length right on your core, you both were running out of air at this point, suffocating each other, before you feel his hands run under your shirt, the cold touch only makes you shiver as you let out a small whimper in his mouth

and its then, when he barely breaks the kiss, with your lips still touching and his tongue still ever so slightly on your mouth, he whispers

''I dont want t—'' he whispers

''use you like this, love.'' he hums into you, pulling you hips closer which makes your core grind over his thigh and you supress your moan, bitting his lower lip which makes him groan

he's being so aggressive and yet

still so gentle

you never answer him, just chasing his lips and hiding the blush growing on your cheeks

and ofcourse he gladly complies, while uttering small nothings like ''im so sorry'' and ''i was too rude'' or ''my apologies'' as they drown into your kisses

the kiss slowly grows gentle, despite your attempts on tugging his tie and choking him, or pulling on his hair, or even making his lips bleed, he still held you in place, strong hands that dug deep into your hips, just grinding his thigh against the, now wet, shorts that you wore

and as much as you would have loved his beautiful and gentle patience on any other random tuesday, tonight, you wanted to be fucked like he hated you with his soul.

nothing more nothing less

so when you noticed his touch growing supressed, clearly wanting to be rough but still holding back, it pained you

''honey'' you break the kiss, ever so slightly with your thumb over his lips to replace it missing touch

and he looks at you, silent and waiting for you to continue

you could see it

the hunger in his eyes, the sweat that dripped off his forehead, the flushed expression on his cheeks as if he was fighting for his life, still hanging on the threads of his composure while he just ripped your own to shreads

''how much more obvious do i have to make it, you idiot'' you say as your hands travel to the rim of his belt

and he just stares at you for a hot second, almost as if he's contemplating what to say or do

finally, his hand moves and cricles around your neck, not applying any pressure but just

there

''so you want me to'' he tilts his head and you could see his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips

''honey.'' you say deadpan

''mm?'' he hums, clearly amused

''dont do that.''

''do what~''

''don't test me.'' you stare

''oh im testing you? but its not my fault that you'll not be able to handle it my lov—''

and that sends you

you snap and reach out you hand, grabing his neck and choking him

hard

''just fuck me'' you say in between your teeth, just above a whisper, still shy and unable to say the words properly while he chuckles in response, still suffocating under your grip

''fuck you?'' he asks, with a tease

''don't.'' you warn him again, and that makes him laugh

''alright alright''

finally

he picks you up, with almost no effort and begins to walk towards your shared bedroom, you circle your legs around his waist and hug him close, and thats when he looks up at you and whispers

''anything for you, love''

part 2?

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not my proudest work i fear </3 started this like a long longgg time ago but life kinda fucked me real good for the past 3 weeks so dont mind mee :p

tbh i have a pure smut planned revolving around a senario just like this cuz im a SUCKER for hate sex so dw part 2 will come up very soon!!

and as always, i love you all so so soo muchh my lovely children

idc you can shove my head in a goddamn pillow and use me all you want or maybe tie my wrists n' hoist one of my legs on your shoulders while you thrust deep n' rude to the point where i just can't think of anything aside from you, LIKE THATS WHAT I WANT MAN

or maybe hold my legs open and say some shit like ''don't worry love, i gotchu'' while you eat me out for hours after an argument idk

BUT JUST FUCK ME FOR FUCKS SAKE

anyways the song ''my granny got hit by a bazooka'' by miami xo is so fire

would 100% recommend, trust <3

also here's a flower he never got you, you deserve more but im kinda broke, love u tho

because now you're someone with resposiblitess, rules, morals and what fucking not.

its not that you didn't like having responsibilities, you loved it infact, being the dependable one and being the one in charge, you loved being free to be the dominator, but this, this didn't feel like freedom.

these felt like chains.

tied to your wrists, simply for the crime of loving someone, and noticing how the world treated a woman in love, the word 'wife' scared you.

every time your past boyfriends' would tease you with that nickname, it wouldn't make you melt like how it should, it wouldn't make you soft and fuzzy

no.

it would terrify you, because all you thought was

''is sacrifice really the price of love for a woman?''

you wanted to be loved, ofcourse, but this price was too high, too high for anything you were willing to pay

until you met him.

he wasn't like your other boyfriends, he never pried beyond your comfort, never protected you where you didn't need it, never hovered over your every action, never questioned your decision, never asked for 'mutual partnership' when it came to your goals because they were YOUR goals, not his.

with him you never felt like you had to 'give up' anything, instead what he felt like was, an addition, and addtion to your already fulfilled life, an additon that you never thought you wanted.

someone who cared you, who'd tease you, play with you, cry with you, understand you, anchor you and finally

someone who loved you.

who loved your presence, just as you were, just as chaotic, and as calm, he loved the little crease in your eyebrow when you'd concentrate really hard on something or how you'd nibble on your lower lip while fidgeting your pen

he loved it all

no

he loved you.

You were dining at one of the most exquisite resturants in New York, it was a beautiful night and you and your lovey boyfriend had just gotten off a rough, exhausting week, finally having time for each other.

while having the main course, you both caught up with how you were doing, which was when you dropped the big question

''Honey, if we were to ever get married''

he looks up from his dish, his eyes glistening

''Hmm?'' his voice rasps

''how many kids would you want?''

''how many kids do i want?''

''mhmm''

''as many as you want love, be that number zero''

you pause, holding your glass to your lips

''or a hundred.''

you kick him under the table wide eyed he lets you a boyish laugh

''thats not even possible you idiot!'' and he just continues to laugh which makes you giggle in return too

''no seriously baby, how many?'' you say in between laughs, tilting your head

''I dont have a number in my head sweetie, never had, never will''

and at that your laughs turn into the most gentle smile

''why though?''

''why?'' he says with an almost teasing scoff

''because thats for my wife to decide.''

''Mommy?''

you shut the door behind you, before you hear a tiny sound blast your eardru— 

''MOMMYYY!!!!''

aaand there he goes

it was 11:45 pm, on a gloomy Friday night, you just returned from work, this had been one of the most exhausting weeks you'd had in a long long while, with paperwork on paperwork pilling up, you almost thought you'd pass out on your work desk, with your eyes hooded, your posture slumped and the half finished can of soda in your left hand. it wasn't hard to notice that you were, tired.

and yet

you see your little rocket ahh 6 year old run over to you, as if it were a bright Monday morning, almost comically tripping on the way before he hugs your waist, immobilizing you and you let out a small 'oh!'

''hey heyy kiddo slow down, you'll hurt yourself'' you coo, ruffling his hair while his just nuzzels himself into you

''He's just as stubborn as his mother it seems''

you hear a deep raspy voice echo from down the hallway and when you look up, you see your husband leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, looking oh so handsome

''learnt from the best huh?'' you tease with a wink, while your husband makes his way over to you and tugs the little man by his arm

''come on now, it's daddy's turn''

''no!!'' yelps the kid, yanking his hand away only hugging you harder, and it makes you laugh while his dad just sighs

''I'll get you that Hotwheels pack this weekend~'' whispers your husband to himself, and its almost comical how the little one perks up

''REALLY!!??''

''mhmm'' he turns his head and bends down to your son's height

''only if, you go to bed and let dad have mom for the day''

you son watches him for a solid second before looking at you, and you just tilt your head with a shrug

''its a good deal'' you say, supressing a smirk

''okiiee!!!'' and your son finally lets go his terrifyingly strong grip and runs off into his room before shuting the door, and after a few seconds, you hear the room's light click off, and you chuckle

''now then'' says your husband which makes you turn back to look at him, right before he replaces your son's deathly grip on your waist, with his own

gosh it really runs in the genes huh?

''i missed you so much love'' his voice rumbles in the small of your neck and you ruffle his hair with a smile

''missed you too honey'' and he kisses your neck in response

''how was your day?'' he asks, his kisses now moving to your cheek

''it was good'' you respond, with that slight hint of tiredness behind your voice

''yeah?''

''mhmm''

''mhmm~'' he imitates you, nuzzeling his nose into your cheek with a supressed smile

''okay, maybe a little overworked'' you admit, rolling your eyes and he simply chuckles

''there we go'' he teases, caressing the small of your back

''what about you? you came back early, i thought you'd come back from your trip tommorow''

''business got over earlier than expected, so i thought i'd book tickets as soon as possible, plus his nanny said he was being an extra nuisance this week so'' he rolls his eyes while saying that and it makes you laugh again, while he simply gazes at you with that boyish grin of his

and when you finally stop laughing

''what?''

''hmm?'' he tilts his head, genuinely confused

''stop looking at me like that, husband.'' you tease, stretching the word

''like what my lovely wife?'' and he does the same which makes the both of you grin like lovesick idiots

''like that.'' you tap his nose playfully

''like what?'' he catches your hand

''that.''

''hmm?''

''that!''

''hmm~''

and you punch his chest which only makes the both of you laugh, trying your best to not awake the little one

because maybe just maybe, being married wasn't so bad after all

and maybe just, maybe

for once love didn't feel like a burden, all because now it was

with him.

DING DONG

both your eyes dart towards the door behind you, your playful banter being rudly interrupted, before you let go of his embrace and click open the door

''DoorDash for Mr. Lastname?'' says the man at the gate with a paper bag in his hands

''ah yes this is it, thank you'' you take the bag from the his hands before turning towards your husband, giving him the ??? expression

and you shut the door

''this late? what'dya order?'' you ask, peeking into the bag

''was kinda' hungry, and the cook called in sick today so got you some some food too''

mozzarella sticks, garlic bread, marinara pasta, a cheesecake, a can of coke, a redbul, a pack of hotwheels, a bag of taki— 

wait

''hotwheels??'' your eyes dart up at your husband, and he simply returns a smug expression while looking at his watch

''well, it techinically is the weekend now''

dividers by: @pixopix thank you once again!!

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wrote this while thinking of sylus but bitch fuck it, this is how every man should be so imagine your favs my lovely children, also this isn't my best fic, it was kinda rushed so apologiseeee for that babes i have many more fics coming up !

and god, GOD DO YOU HEAR ME IM FUCKING MANIFESTING THIS SHIT ISTG IF MY HUSBAND AINT LIKE THIS I DONT WANT HIM YOU BETTER GET ME HIM RAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

anyways

as i said, this fic is for literally any character you can imagine, and i unfortunatly can't add 7 million tags so reblogs, comments and likes are super-duper appreciated my loves!

and im so so SOO fuckin' proud of you kid, you're doing amazing so give yourself some more credit you idiot!!!

and as always

''yes!'' says the man, with enthusiam that almost makes you chuckle

huh, its easy money, wouldn't hurt? you thought to yourself.

you take out your phone and scroll through the contact list

finally after a couple seconds, you tap the screen before holding it up on speaker as you and the man hear the caller tune go off

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''hello?'' a sleepy voice echos, it honestly sounded like a growl

''hey~'' you respond, in a slightly teasing tone

''were you asleep? im sorry if i disturbed you''

''ah'' you hear a shuffle, which was probably him sitting upright on his bed

''ah no no its alright, was there something you needed?'' he responds, his voice still raspy but gentle as ever

''i was wondering''

''hmm?''

''if its okay, can we go out on a date tommorow? i mean its the weekend so''

a long pause awaits

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.

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''a date?'' he says, almost comically

''yes! a date, and i'll pay, now answer me yes or no''

you hear him supress a small giggle

''sure sweetie''

''deal?'' you say excitedly and in response you hear a low chuckle from the other line

''deal.''

you click open the door, coming home with your 20 dollar macroni pasta packed neatly in a bag along side a white monster can in your hand, the aroma of your freshly made meal filled the entire apartment, just ready to be devoured

''ahh this smells so good'' you breathe to yourself

before you collapse on your cozy couch, you suddenly feel two massive hands swoop around your waist and you gasp

''i'll pay huh?'' a low voice rings in your left ear and you giggle realising who it is

the tension in your shoulders loosen, and you relax into the touch

''mhmm~''

you feel him bite your cheek as your giggles turn into full fledged laughs

''i hear you have a crush on me'' he smirks, pecking your cheek

''shut up!'' you pount and he simply laughs along side you

''all this for just 20 dollars? am i really that cheap''

''hey now 20 dollars is 20 dollars, a good business woman is never blind to an opportunity, didn't you teach me that?'' you tease

and he chuckles, nudging his nose into your neck

''yes yes, you're never blind darling, but that influencer sure was'' he says, holding your hand and bringing it to his lips

''to not see this ring.''

credits: dividers by @rmstitanics thank you so muchhh once again!! <3

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BWAHHA anyways

read this idea in the very talented writer, dot's fic, and INSTANTLY LOVEDD it!

there are so many ways one could rotate this senario, so tell me what you thought of this take my darlings <3

and as always, this fic is for literally any character you can imagine, and i unfortunatly can't add 7 million tags so reblogs, comments and likes are super-duper appreciated!

im so fuckin' proud of you kid, you're doing amazing and never ever forget that honey!

''yes!'' says the man, with enthusiam that almost makes you chuckle

huh, its easy money, wouldn't hurt? you thought to yourself.

you take out your phone and scroll through the contact list

finally after a couple seconds, you tap the screen before holding it up on speaker as you and the man hear the caller tune go off

.

.

.

.

''hello?'' a sleepy voice echos, it honestly sounded like a growl

''hey~'' you respond, in a slightly teasing tone

''were you asleep? im sorry if i disturbed you''

''ah'' you hear a shuffle, which was probably him sitting upright on his bed

''ah no no its alright, was there something you needed?'' he responds, his voice still raspy but gentle as ever

''i was wondering''

''hmm?''

''if its okay, can we go out on a date tommorow? i mean its the weekend so''

a long pause awaits

.

.

.

''a date?'' he says, almost comically

''yes! a date, and i'll pay, now answer me yes or no''

you hear him supress a small giggle

''sure sweetie''

''deal?'' you say excitedly and in response you hear a low chuckle from the other line

''deal.''

you click open the door, coming home with your 20 dollar macroni pasta packed neatly in a bag along side a white monster can in your hand, the aroma of your freshly made meal filled the entire apartment, just ready to be devoured

''ahh this smells so good'' you breathe to yourself

before you collapse on your cozy couch, you suddenly feel two massive hands swoop around your waist and you gasp

''i'll pay huh?'' a low voice rings in your left ear and you giggle realising who it is

the tension in your shoulders loosen, and you relax into the touch

''mhmm~''

you feel him bite your cheek as your giggles turn into full fledged laughs

''i hear you have a crush on me'' he smirks, pecking your cheek

''shut up!'' you pount and he simply laughs along side you

''all this for just 20 dollars? am i really that cheap''

''hey now 20 dollars is 20 dollars, a good business woman is never blind to an oppuritiny, didn't you teach me that?'' you tease

and he chuckles, nudging his nose into your neck

''yes yes, you're never blind darling, but that influencer sure was'' he says, holding your hand and bringing it to his lips

''to not see this ring.''

credits: dividers by @rmstitanics thank you so muchhh once again!! <3

ib: @dotalicious LOVED YOUR IZUKU FIC SM MY LOVEEE AAHHH

just drop a small ''i'd like to be tagged!'' to be added to the taglist !

doin' gods work out here kids, you're welcome

BWAHHA anyways

read this idea in the very talented writer, dot's fic, and INSTANTLY LOVEDD it!

there are so many ways one could rotate this senario, so tell me what you thought of this take my darlings <3

and as always, this fic is for literally any character you can imagine, and i unfortunatly can't add 7 million tags so reblogs, comments and likes are super-duper appreciated!

im so fuckin' proud of you kid, you're doing amazing and never ever forget that honey!