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spookysanta · 5 years

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Clouded in Anger. (g.d.) 1 of 3

Summary: they’ve been fighting a lot lately and today, she’s decided that she wants things to go in a “different” direction. let’s see how that turns out.

Pairing: Grayson DolanxReader

WARNINGS: swearing, angry!Grayson, SMUT,

dom!grayson, other nasty shit i can’t remember.

so i’m gonna be completely honest—this is TRASH. i wrote this like three years ago and was like “why didn’t i put this on tumblr?” so this is me. putting it on tumblr. :/ enjoy i guess.

UNEDITED BC IT’S SO BAD IT’S FUNNY

"Good morning," I mumbled in his ear. He looked so good when he was sleeping.

He responded incoherent words and shifted his body as he continued to snore. His eyebrows furrowed and then his eyes open. He glanced above him and cleared his throat. "Uh, [Y/N].."

"Yes?" I replied innocently.

"I'm tied to the headboard."

"Are you?"

He grabbed the belt between his fingertips and yanked at the belt that held his wrists together above his head. "Yes, I am." He groaned.

"Oh well." I shrugged. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"No the hell you aren't," he scolded. "you're gonna untie me." His eyes narrowed and his voice was stern.

I glanced back at him as I continued to walk towards the bathroom door, towel and washcloth in hand. "No. I'm not."

And then I closed the door to begin my day.

When I told Grayson that there will be times in which my kinkyness gets the best of me and there may be days in which I take the form of a vampire on his skin, he thought I was kidding.

Wrong.

Yes, I've come to love the mere idea of him submitting to me. And I'm starting to think that he loves me dominating him.

Well, somehow, we dominate each other. Those are the nights I enjoy the most—loud screams, followed by quiet snores.

I smirked and exited the bathroom, hair wet and dripping onto my silk pajamas. I looked towards the bed and expected him to be waiting patiently in his confinements practically begging for me to untie his wrists and pounce onto his body like a lion, only—

He was gone.

The belt he was once trapped undee was now torn and thrown onto the floor.

He submits to me. But there are times in which he wants to dominate. And when he dominates, he dominates. To the point where I'd have to call in sick for the next couple of days and work from home solely because the feeling has been fucked out of my lower half.

And it's fun. I've enjoyed every minute of it.

But what I don’t enjoy, are nights like last night when things got out of hand with our arguing, bickering, yelling, and fighting until three in the morning.

Long story short: he was in the right and was mad that I wouldn't apologize.

But what can I say? I'm stubborn. And I'll be damned if I'll give into his pitiful attitude just because he was in the right.

I was slightly timid now. It doesn't help that he woke up angry and I've been teasing and taunting him for the past few days. He was lurking somewhere, I knew; and once he finds me I'd instantly become his prey.

Not that I necesarily minded.

I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was watching my back because not only was he angry at me, but he was horny, too. And there's no telling what he'll do.

I hummed a random tune as I poured myself a glass of orange juice. I gulped it down and glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. My thoughts of my upcoming meetings during the week were interrupted as the front door flew open and then slammed shut.

He grumbled words quietly to himself and set his keys, a plastic bag and his wallet on the dining table.

I remained silent.

He trotted into the kitchen, my heartbeat accelerating. He yanked the refrigerator door open and peeked his head in and grabbed his leftovers from dinner at the Cheesecake Factory a couple nights ago. His hands fumbled with the container as he roughly put his food in the microwave and slammed the fridge door closed again. He leaned his back against the kitchen counter and folded his arms with a stare in my direction that could strike anyone dead if he looked at them for too long.

I tugged at my curly hair, suddenly interested in my split ends.

The microwave beeped. "So you can't speak?"

I continued my silence.

"Oh, okay," he rubbed the hair on his chin and chuckled halfheartedly. "Not talking would be the last thing I'd do if I were you."

"I don't know what to say." I mumbled.

"How about 'Grayson you were right'? Or, let’s try this one—‘I’m sorry for tying you up at 8 a.m. when you had to pee’?"

"No." I shook my head.

"You know I was right. All I'm asking for is a simple apology."

"No."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Listen, we can do this the easy way or my way." He shrugged. "And if we do it my way, you won't enjoy it."

I rolled my eyes. "No."

His eyes widened and his one of his arched eyebrows raised. "Oh, so we're doing things my way?" he nodded slowly. "Okay." he curled his index finger towards me. "Come here."

"No." I hopped from my seat at the kitchen table and waltzed in the direction of the stairs. I had a feeling he was going to be extra animalistic today. Also known as extra annoying.

"No. I didn't say go over there, I said come here. To me." His heavy footsteps pounded onto the tile of the kitchen floor as he began to approach me.

I backed slowly out of the kitchen.

"Come here!" He bellowed in a rasped voice. "Now."

He wasn't just mad, he was fuming. At what, though? The fact that I won’t apologize? It doesn’t matter honestly; because either way, I know he’ll beat my ass regardless.

I shook my head and turned to run upstairs and into my bedroom before he could get his hands on me. "Get back here!" His voice rang in my ears as I sprinted up the stairs and into our shared bathroom's towel closet.

I was actually kinda scared.

He pushed open the bedroom door with his Doc Marten boots being silenced by the fluffy carpet he stood on. There was no way he could find me. Even though I was hiding in one of the most obvious of places, I knew he wouldn't think to look there because he's so clouded by his anger.

"[Y/N]!" He exclaimed. "Get your ass out here before I really get angry."

My breath hitched. I knew for a sure fact he wouldn't hurt me too bad, but I was still scared because sometimes he went too far. I'm just not sure where the line of 'too far' is to be drawn.

He yanked the bathroom door open and stepped through, walking swiftly past the closet like I knew he would.

He stood still and his eyes darted in different directions before they locked on the closet door. He smirked.

"You think you can hide?" He spoke gruffly. "I don't think so." The door flew open and his devious grin grew larger.

"There you are." He continued. "I've got somethings in store for you."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into our bedroom and threw me onto the bed. I fearfully scurried away from his towering form and he dragged me back to where he was standing. I whimpered quietly. Reaching into the bag he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, a vibrator and something else I couldn't quite place. He cuffed my wrists to the headboard. "Now I'll say this once, so you better listen and listen good." He glared at me. "You deserve this. All of it. I'm not gonna go easy on you and don't think that a simple safe word is gonna stop me. This is your punishment. Understood?"

I nodded.

“Use your words.”

"Yes." I said obediently and nodded again. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Good girl. Now open your mouth wide for me."

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