Kink of a Bachelor
(Mavid, don't like, don't read! Rawr, XD)
David walked into the room, his glasses flashing in the sun. Miranda looked at him and sighed dreamily. God damn, he was a catch. Sure, she had to go to desperate measures to get him to date her, but still. It was true love, she thought, as she gazed at his deep brown, penetrating eyes, his tan skin, his mildly-kinda-curly black hair.
"Um," he interrupted, "You're kinda staring at me."
Miranda blushes "O-oh, sorry."
David lowered his voice to a growl "But I like it. I like it even more than that robot I made."
"Oh David." She giggles. She had had a little much to drink.
He sauntered over, doing a couple of extra extra actions, like bending over in front of her.
"Oops." He says, reaching back to caress his firm buttocks. He knew how much his firm, round ass turned her on.
"Heyyyy~ I think you should do a little….something for me…" She
purrs.
"And what would that be, ever growing love of my life, moon to my stars, Romeo to my Juliet?" He inquires.
"Put these on." She demands, pulling different costumes out of a floating box.
He grimaces as he sees the outfits. Colonial attire? Bull fighter outfit? A full suit of armor? The fuck?
"Why do I date you again." *he groans*
"You know why."
David regrets all of his life decisions. He should have stuck with making robots instead of this bitch. But oh well. She's so desperate, he'd never have to worry about her ditching him.
"Fine. Give me five minutes." He says, taking the colonial outfit.
Miranda chuckles "My kink is coming true!"
~Later~
He walks out of the bathroom, with white linen stockings, wooden shoes, tight khaki pants, and a frock coat two sizes too small. She's never wanted him more than she did now.
"Oh dang dang diggity dang a dang, come over here Mr. Revolution!" She cries out.
"...Fucking hell." He trudges over.
"Wait. How do you feel about me calling you Daddy?" She asks.
David shrieks "DON'T. DON'T DON'T DON'T!"
She pouts. "Fine. Bitch tits."
"I despise you."
"No you don't."
"I do."
"You do
n't."
"...I don't. I love you. In fact…." he kneels down, fishing something out of his pocket "Here's the ring to prove that I'm no joker. There's three ways that love can go. And that's good, bad, or medio-"
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE JUST ASK THE DAMN QUESTION. THAT LINE IS TOO LONG."
"...Will you marry me, Miranda Jo Duke?" He smiles.
"YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YAAAAAAASSSSSS!" She snatches the ring and jams it onto her finger. She then bursts into song "Oh, it's nicer than betting on a rohad! Oh David! Now we're engaged and I'm so glad! Oh David! That you…..haven't met my mom and don't know my dad! Oh David! I have one thing to say and that's David, I love youuuuuu!" She leaps into his unexpecting arms, making him crash to the ground.
"Oh. I hope this is a good decision." He mumbles.
And then they lived happily ever after and had 10 kids, named Usnavi, Blowjo, Trainor, Stan, Susan, Zee, Gendry, DiddleDoo, Hummus, and Scooby. Their kids hated them.