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new mattress!!!! finally, the days of breaking my fucking back trying to lift one up are over đ
#only con is no side handles đ#Iâve had the old mattress for as long as Iâve had the big girl bed#which is probably between 12-15 years?#I think the set was antique#the frame was a classic brown wood#I got that changed out a few years back though#the old mattress was also so heavy because I had an extra thick sponge layer sitting on top that I had to deal with
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O-O-O-OBSESSED!
Synopsis. When heâs gonna hit it, heâs gonna hit it till your mind breaks.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, dĂșmbifĂcation, running from it, cervĂx kĂssing, matĂng presses, PĂSSYDRĂNK JJK MEN, brĂ©eding, GOJOâS POWERS, mentions of kĂds, p talking, headIocks, true form Sukuna, dp, spĂtting, cĂșmplay, MEAN Geto, breaking the bĂ©d, p spĂĄnking, marathons, proposals, pet names, swĂ©aring.
A/N. PHEW hoping you have the loveliest week <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 3 min. 12 secs
âTch- where the hell do ya think youâre runninâ off to, doll?â
Tojiâs trapping both your droopy ankles with one dextrous set of his thick fingers, dragging you about halfway down the king-sized mattress in an instant. Heâs oh-so-greedily pinning them over the curvaceous dip of his deltoids with a mean, sweat-slicked palm, âDonât tell me yer hah- tapping out after only three minutes?â Â
Punctuating his filthy push and pull with a few syrupy thwack! thwack! thwacks! of his strawberry-pink tip down your sappy slit. Heâs leaving generous wiry ribbons of pre that smudge and smear a pretty lipgloss as you clench.
âN-nooo mânotââ Youâre shaking your dizzy head as urgently as you could, huffing at the utter teasing in Tojiâs sleazy, dimpled smirk. âIâm justâŠâ
But what could you even say at this point?
âOh?â Tojiâs letting his dark brows scrunch at your hypnotized silence, the way your gaze was practically plastered with little heart-eyes and- Oh. Oh. He canât help but loosen a breathy snicker as the realization hits. âAlready?â
Yes, already.
Because Toji Fushiguro never held back - he never ever hid that his exact goal in these lecherous sheets was to fuck you until you saw stars.Â
Always ruthless whenever heâs kissing your spongy cervix with such copious French kisses of his fat, rotund head. Always swollen so thick, with probing little veins sprinting against every one of your tender spots.Â
The stretch so maddening that it left a translucent trail of dribble spilling from the corners of your mouth. Puddling out with every pressurized pound to swirl wet splotches all over that magical spot until you were sure it was bruised and battered. Â
Until you were sure you couldnât even formulate the thought process let alone the words to vocalize that heâd utterly fucked you stupid in all but three minutes.Â
âHeh- shiiiit-â Youâre blinking away the glazed film of lust thatâd taken over your eyes, just in time to catch the way that Toji peeks his willowy eyes down below. Letting out the sexiest low whistle at the mess heâs making, âThink sâ a new record. Now, whereâd my ngh- mouthy girl go, huh?â
Roughened circles of his digits dig into your legs, tightening and tightening when - with a ragged grunt - Toji bends. He hunches his bulky body until youâre compressed in half, washboard abs melting into your front, your heels imprinting into his back - into the dirtiest mating press. Gruffing, âHave ya seen her?â
And you swear you catch the way that Tojiâs fattened tip only stretched tautly wider, swabbing around your sloppy hole in a teasing circle. Heâs buttering you up with numerous lecherous slurps until you were dripping.Â
But he was so slow - so taunting. Sharp malachite eyes dazzling with sheer amusement when youâre raking frustrated red, red lines down his muscular back. Mumbling tearily, I-If youâre not gonna hngh- fuck me properly already thenââ
âMhm- ya really are fucked dumb already.â
Hah, as if he already needed to confirm.
Because of course he was waiting for just this exact moment.Â
Flooding your honeyed lips with the prettiest broken whines when heâs plugging you mind-splittingly full. Rasping out a low fuck! at the gummy resistance, Tojiâs vice-like restraint on your legs grow even sounder as he all but hauls you down every snug inch of his cock.Â
So solidly and completely spearheading his upright curve into your molten walls, itâs like you were scorching all around him. Sucking him up for more more more-
âHeh, do ya even r-realize how much youâre ngh- milkinâ me?â Heâs cooing, pumping you with grinding ram after ram that has your clit massaging against Tojiâs tufted black happy trail. Scratching. Filthily.Â
âT-Tojiââ And itâs the only thing you can say - the only thing replaying in your mind again and again and- Your maw slacks so scandalously open when his gluttonous fat head sugarcoats your g-spot in a melty mess of precum. Sloshing and sheathing your rummaged insides in a sticky second layer. âThere- more- more please- m-more-â
You didnât even have to ask.
Because Tojiâs second-ever weakness was having you completely cockdrunk and stupid on his swollen length - his first being, well, you in all your entirety - and his third? Making you even stupider.Â
Breath hitching, heâs angling his toned hips just right to brush up recoiling pecks on your precious spots exactly the way you like it. Making the splintering bedframe creak and whine almost as much as you.Â
Eyes lounging lazily to the back of your head, your tongue lolls out with every dredge of creamy pre making itâs home near your g-spot. âNgh- yeah- m-mâŠâ Couldnât even speak.
With a hoarse belt of chuckles, Tojiâs free hand pokes your fuzzily cotton-filled head. âOiiii- dâya even hngh- have anythinâ else in yer cockdrunk mind? Ya always get so ah- greedy when yer like this, hm?â Those very same fingerpads hovering over your buttony clit, heâs giving you a sudden pinch. âEspeciallyâŠher.â
Oh, that did it - just as Toji knew it would.Â
Because youâre giving such a gluey squeeze of your adhesive-like walls around Tojiâs throbbing shaft - making his chest stutter with a condensed heave, mouth lathering in a fresh batch of saliva that coats his sinful scar, and his brain short-circuiting just enough to feel the way you cum.
And not just any old orgasm - Tojiâs spitting out a sharp few slews of profanity when he feels his hefty base soak in shiny, vicious waves of your slick. Blinking his dazed eyes down at his glistening abs - his pecs - to titter at how drenched he was.Â
How youâd squirted until his weepy cock was dripping with every ounce of sopping wet juices. That blankly loving filter in your stare that made him wonder if you even realized how hard youâd squirted - or whether you realized that you did at all.Â
You looked so tempting that he really, really canât help but drag a thick thumb around your saturated pussy lips, drawing little hearts round and round where you were still bulging with all his bloated inches.Â
âAwwwwâ already?â Tojiâs hips were still so mean, panted out through each scouring jackhammer of his cock. Heâs drenching little puddles on his digit, slipping it into his mouth with a greedy pop! And- shit, maybe heâs the one fucked stupid now. âHow sweet. S-sooo generous this pretty pussy is.â
Because in a split-second heâs coiled two big, beefy arms around your waist. Biceps digging into your mounds of flesh, silky sheets hot against his back as he manhandles you to pliantly flip over however he wanted.Â
Ruddied cock still buried deep into your goopy depths. So easy. So filthy. âDonât think weâre gonna be hah- done for a long, long time, doll.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 7 min. 4 secs
âMy love.â Nanamiâs engulfing hand oh-so-sweetly cradles one side of your pretty face as you ride him senseless. Running his fat thumb down the tear-slicked rim of your lips. Heâs warm, soft - the complete opposite of that chilling wedding band of his against your scorching flesh. âMy love- a-are you alright?â
âMhmâ Mâdoinâ juuuust fine.â youâre barely able to mumble out, head lolling behind you as he thwacks his plump tip once more against your gummy cervix. Twice more. Thrice. âNgh- easy, baby, the k-kids are sleeping.â
But your dear husband can sense that something is off. Something isâŠdifferent.Â
Maybe in the way that youâre looking up at him with bigger and bigger heart eyes after every rolling jackhammer, maybe in the way youâre practically plastered against his hulking body. Soft tits glissading up and down up and down the sweat-slicked plane of his wide, cushiony pecs. So drunken. So pliant. And he canât help but plant a soppy smack! against the hooded of your puffy clit with one free hand.Â
âOh!â Your back curls into such a slutty arch - such a heavenly sight that makes him wish he had a photographic memory - squirmy hips bucking down harder and- âH-harder- Kentooo- wanâ some moreââ
Oh?
And Nanamiâs feeling his thickened head splurge your gooey insides with creamy wads upon wads of glossy pre at the mere thought - just the simple idea of you fucking yourself dumb while riding him.Â
He could probably cum just from watching you like this.
Breath hitching choppily, heâs grabbing your throat - dragging you like some ragdoll until you were only mere condensed inches away from him. You couldnât beâŠcould you?
âKenââ Your spit-slicked bottom lip juts out, weighty shuffling forward to press a pretty peck against that shallow dimple on the corner of his lip. Oh, youâd meant for it to land on his lipsâŠbut. âAwww, I missed.â
Oh.
But of course he canât leave his dear wife hanging - especially not when youâre all fucking yourself stupid on him like this.Â
Heâs gifting you with an utterly dizzying kiss - making your tummy so melty with butterflies even after all these years. And you canât help but keen-
âD-darlinâ-â Nanami almost feels like heâs the utterly speechless one now, curling a singular hand around your waist to help your stumbling hips use his cock steadier. Deepening the angle to pound battered hit after hit against your tenderized favorite spots. Those manicured nails of his leave pretty crescent marks all over your fleshy skin when his uprightly curved cock thwacks! upwards. Feral. âDo you- ngh- know how b-beautiful you look right now?â
âHuh?â Itâs so adorable how youâre stealing a few sloppy gyrations first before even registering what heâs asking. Cockdrunk and wordless that heâs coaxing out your answer with a sodden thumb smearing your waterfalling drool. âN-no?â
And without a secondâs warning - without even a single speck of hesitation - the hand around your tender throat turns vice-like. Shackling. Cutting off both your airway and your heavenly view of a sexily prespired, half-lidded Nanami - turning that bleary gaze of yours towards the specially-installed mirror by your bed.Â
Head craning to the side to catch how fucking ruined you looked right now, hips moving out of control. Cunt just bawling with a syrupy slick mess pooling underneath you two with every shuddering spearhead of his cock.Â
âSee? Just see h-how ngh- pretty my wife is.â Nanamiâs rasping out, utterly wrecking your insides despite his sweet, sweet words. Branding circular divots of his head right into the very resiny bottom of your cervix. His lightning bolted veins just thump cheekily against your g-spot. âAlways so pretty- could cum j-jusâ from seeing your ah- gorgeous face ânyways b-butâŠâ Fuck- if you were in any better state of mind youâd have caught the way his stoic ears burn red. â...especially when youâre dumb like this.â
âKento-â Youâre crying out, mussing a hand through his dampened strands of blond. Tugging. Pulling to make him hiss. âC-cum inside me. Please. Wanâ it all i-inside- want you to make me pregn-â
âA-another?â
âAnother.â
Fuck.
You were making him lose it.Â
So rudely swatting your hands away to pin them behind your back with only one of his - metallic wristwatch cold against your heated skin. Heâs curling your back into a simpering inflection before hammering you with the almost-inhuman thick curvature of his cock, splotching out a wet few wisps of creamy white-Â
âNot yet- not yet-â Nanamiâs muttering, and in your stupidly fucked state youâre not sure if heâs talking to you or himself. âCanât- canât ngh- yet-â
Rapturing it like a mantra over and over while blotting your g-spot with sloppy, dirty remnants of precum. Sloshing and glazing his bulky base and all the way down to his tight, thwacking balls. Making such a mess that only leaves you whining incoherently, jolting as if spiked by a sudden million volts of bliss when Nanamiâs scooping up the sugary gloss and smearing it back into your gaping entrance.Â
Until youâre curling your toes taut enough that you can barely move, fingers digging into the pale skin of his back, your vision tinging with a sudden flurry of stars as you cum.
âThaâs it- thatâs rightââ heâs breathing out, labored and throaty. So fucking grateful for those sound-proofed walls he installed when you had your first. Voice dipping into almost whiny territory as your husbandâs babbling everything that your dumbfounded maw canât, âRide me- f-fuck- ride me until ya cum. Ruin me until I canâŠâ
And with a sopping pivot of his fat shaft to hit right against the edges of your womb, heâs flooding your melty cunt with copious ribbons upon ribbons of thick seed. Milky. Heavy. Icing your weepy insides in his favorite white.Â
âMâgonna take c-care of it- take care of ya-â Nanamiâs whispering in a hot pant against your ear, breath so strained and heated that itâs sending shivers down your spine. âGot a place hah- alllll safe nâ sound right- here-âÂ
Nanami can only grin at that inflationary little nudge of where heâs feeling his spattering cum seep press gluey little kisses into your glutinous walls. Because yes, you were gorgeous when youâre fucked dumb like thisâŠbut you were even more gorgeous when youâre all round and glowing for him. Patting your pretty tummy, just so impatient for his newborn daughter - yes, daughter - already.Â
Heâs batting his loving eyes down at your fatigued figure with so much adoration that itâs practically palpable. Sensitive tip twitching a perking jerk dangerouslyâŠNanami licks his lips. When you look like this, he wants m-
âKentoââÂ
Your needy whine snaps him out of his pussydrunken hypnosis, smacking a few innocent smooches against the side of your forehead. âYes, my love?â
âMore.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - 4 min. 27 secs
Shit- shit.
You were so fucking cute - so dangerously ruined on Getoâs cock after only a few sloppy slathers of his thickened shaft down your spongy cervix that it was almost dangerous. That the ever-teasing Geto Suguru is finding his smirking mouth fill up with a few sing-songy coos.Â
âAwwww, always so ngh- mouthy. What happened- you doinâ alright, gorgeous?â heâs breathing out in a hot baritone up against your ear, opaline white canines sinking into your lobe eagerly. âThough- guess sheâs hah- talkinâ in yer place now, hm?â
She being your goopy cunt, the way it was resonating out the most sinfully saturated squelches! with every sheathing lamination of Getoâs cock inside your gummy walls. Practically talking - begging for more with every probing jackhammer of his angry, ample tip.
And with your teary gaze tiredly panned over your shoulder, you can make out the way that Geto was nodding. Dewy eyes scrunched shut like he was in deep thought, pretty lips moving to speak absolute filth. âMhmâ youâre heh- right. That would feel b-better, huh?â
Conversing - but not to you.Â
And within one frowzy bat of your lashes, Geto drags up one of his thick, muscular legs. Years upon years of flexibility in battle being taken advantage of when heâs planting a foot down on your dizzy head and pinning you there.Â
âNgh! Suguââ you can only whine, struggling and soaking yourself with the deepening change in angle.Â
Heâs only tutting at your sappy cunt, âI know- such a nasty girl, huh? So fuckinâ- loud- too.â
Loud. So loud - and you werenât even trying to be. Streamy rivulets of your glossed slick slurp out with every thudding thwack! of Getoâs sweltering hot tip drilling its way inside your elastic depths. He was so burning hot - feverish.Â
Shoulders slumping, head bowing at just how lecherously you were sucking up every. Single. Blow he gave. And he can already feel the languid trickle of drool spattering at at the corners of his lips, âSo cute- sooo cute- but the- ngh- the whole fuckinâ associationâs gonna hear ya, yâknow~âÂ
Before you know it youâre being engulfed with one of Getoâs massive palms - cold, slender, reaching over to muffle the utterly scandalous noises spilling uncontrollably from your sagging mouth.
âNot you, though-â heâs tittering, eyes locked down on the way all those weighty inches of his were disappearing and dabbing its way into your needy cunt. âYouââ Leaving a particularly wet drag down your mushy insides, âCan ngh- talk allll you like- hah, because you didnât get fucked stupid after only f-four minutes.â
âUgh! So mean S-Suguââ youâre sobbing out when his puffy head sponges against your poor g-spot for the nth time this night. Throbbing veins massaging your walls until you were sure your own heartbeat was syncing up with that staggering cadence. Nails raking down his strong forearm, âM-moreââ
âWhat was thatâ?â Heâs leering his head as close as possible, making your mouth lacquer with a greedy volume of saliva at the way his shoulders flex. Overflowing down his palm. âHeh- making such a m-mess, filthy girl. If ya want something, say it l-louder.â
Oh, by now youâre not just dumbstruck by his relentless pace - but also by how pretty Geto looks. With his long, inky hair freefalling in a soft curtain that tickles your curvaceous spine, half-lidded eyes unfocused and mean, cheeks flushed an innocent pink that matches his weepy tip.
And itâs just about all your melty mind can manage to hiccup out, âMore.â
âAwww how cute- sâthat all you can s-say?â Heâs chuckling in a delirious little tone from above you, free hand nuzzling against your pulsing clit softly. Teasingly. Fully enjoying how youâre struggling against his hold to let out just a few more pretty noises. âTell me.â
Youâre nodding - nodding and nodding so hard that Geto snickers.Â
But, well, who ever said that Geto Suguru was a merciless man?
âFine- Iâll let ya have yer little fun.â Heâs rasping out with a hoarse sort of shudder at the very thought that makes him whimper. But- shit, was he glad that youâre too stupidly ruined on his achy cock to notice. Too drunkenly ecstatic when heâs suddenly setting free your wobbly mouth, âIf you can first hah- speak a proper s-sentence while takinâ my fuckinâ cock- how about it?â
âI-I- ngh!âÂ
But, shit, Geto wasnât making it easy for you - the weight of his herculean body being pressurized into his foot even harder. Heâs driving his hips into you so rocky that youâre sure you spot a few purplish bruises on his sultry hip bones.Â
âHeheh-â Ah, heâs having so much fun leaving you stupidly speechless like this. Youâre only whining when he toys a thick thumb around your clit, before pressing down on that buttony hood. Hard. âBiiiig stretch makinâ you stupid, gorgeous?â
It was. Oh, it really, really was - and right now youâre so far gone that the only thing you can do is take it.Â
And Getoâs so perfectly practised in ruining you this way, too. Planting dense drivels of his fleshy tip against your sweetened spots, dragging the tubby divot in wet little smears in expert time with every squeeze of your clit.Â
âYes-â youâre mewling out a belated response to his question. âYes yes yes-â
Only to be cut off with Getoâs palms smearing back onto your dozy mouth, blocking out the slews of addicted whines that just wonât stop.Â
And, honestly, that heartbrokenly teary look in your eyes is so adorable that Getoâs throat clogs up with his own little whine.Â
God, you were breathtakingly contagious.Â
Voice strained - halfway through breaking - dipping a few octaves higher than usual when heâs hushing out, âShh shhh- no needa force that ah- pretty lilâ head to overwork-â Leveraging the hold around your mouth to drag you backwards into his cadence. Filthier. More. â-you jusâ focus on t-taking my cock like a ngh- good girl and I-â Oh, heâs almost collapsing onto you - already in for a long, long night waking up the association. â-will focus on fillinâ this talkative cunt up.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 6 min. 18 secs
âCh-Chosoââ
And, to Choso, it was like the pearly gates of heaven had already opened their way up - and sat right front and center waiting on the other side for him was you.Â
With your trembly legs splayed out on either side of his vicious hips, hands sticking oh-so-desperately to the leather seat of his sleek black Hellcat. Youâre lathering his swollen cock with thick, lustrous coatings of his cum from just before - when heâd crashed into his orgasm simply from putting it in. Drowning out your thoughts with the most saccharine sweet slurps from down below-
âCho, babyââ Tapping his lovingly blushed cheeks a few times to knock your dear best friend back to at least an ounce of his senses. You brush away a few chestnut strands sticking to his prespired forehead, âD-dunno how mâgonna face your f-family after- ngh- this!âÂ
And it takes him a few sloppy seconds - it takes him everything to even think of a jumble of words that might count as a reply.Â
Clammy hands latching on greedily to your vigorous hips, Choso has to force your cadence to slow down until he can string together a few syllables with his slack mouth. âWh-why? I already hngh- parked a few blocks away from dadâs, s-so they wonât catch-âÂ
âI know butââ your whining comes out so treacly condensed in the heady air of his car. Making him mindlessly ram another syrupy snog into your cervix. âBut- youâre just fucking me so- so stupid.â
Oh.Â
Thatâs enough for Chosoâs head to fall attractively backwards until his full weighty body was being supported solely by the cushiony seat. Pretty twinkling tears of sensitivity clinging onto his batting lashes, heâs whimpering, âM-me? Iâm fuckinâ you hngh- stupid, baby?â
âMhmââÂ
Nodding your head, your thighs just burn after every shuddering dab of Chosoâs thickened length probing inside your gooey insides. Mushing up a spot modeled after him, an angry circumference of his fat tip indented into your poor g-spot. Youâre feeling rivulets of his veins reaching each and every sensitive spot you never could.Â
He was drilling into you so filthily. So dirtily that your head was spinning with each sloshing wad of his seed swirling your insides.Â
And Choso - fuck, Choso looked like he was on the very urge of sobbing. Or, perhaps he was, you were much too cross-eyed at this point after every ram to confirm.
âIâm fuckinâ you s-stupid- Me.â heâs breathing out with such an air of worship. Blindly clasping one of your hands smeared against the foggy window to guide up to his lips and kiss. âS-say it again, my pretty baby. HehâŠâ
And right now, you donât think you wouldâve wanted to even if you could.Â
Jostling your hips with fresh pound after pound that leaves your soppy mounds of flesh stinging at the impact, every doughy thwack! of Chosoâs plump, cum-filled balls against your ass has you gasping. âF-feel so- hngh- dumbstruck right now, Choââ
âBecause of m-my cock?â Heâs giggling - giggling, a sleazy grin splitting that handsome face of his. Chosoâs steering your needy hips to bounce down his copious inches faster. And faster. âHeh- is takinâ my cock like a hah- good girl m-makinâ you feel good?âÂ
Fuck- and you can only nod.Â
âAfter o-only a few minutes?â
Punching your fists against his broad chest, but to Choso it only feels like a few kittenish bumps. âCho! Mâgonna g-get off if you t-â
âNo! No no no noââ His knees thwack! against the car interior when heâs manspreading even wider. Legs jerking tightly up and down to collide your tender insides with plumpish mushroomy cockhead, âStay- stay. Hngh! Hafta fuck you s-soooo much stupider.â
Fully as stupidly speechless as Choso was right about now, you didnât know who was faring worse.Â
His muscular thighs slipping and sliding against yours with a glazed coating of cum and your honeyed slick. A low ah! ah! ah! slipping out every few seconds from those rosy pink lips of his with every drooling blow into your slobbery pussy.Â
âR-ride me until ya canât even think, baby-â Heâs pleading - begging. Viscous ropes of spit spattering out between his slack maw, he was drooling. Lips trembling, âRide me- hngh- ride me a-andâŠchoke me.âÂ
Oh, the very second those pretty fingers of yours take Chosoâs favorite position around his neck, his proudly globular head racks up a few gauzy wisps of pre. Dangerously creamy. Icing down your walls and making his overstimulated self keen.Â
Unable to even your sentence, your face hides in the very crook of his neck. Nuzzling against his sweat-simmered skin with how positively heavy your entire body felt. âG-god- feels s-soâŠâ
âNuh uh.â Choso lets his words drag out into a cute whine, chest hitching purely parched when your digits block off his airway even more snugly. âN-need to see your ngh- pretty face, baby- please- I need you to- need-â Sheer yearning flashes in his eyes when youâre tilting your head towards his fucked-out features once more, â-need you to kiss me.â
Youâre giggling out, words airy. âS-so bossy, Choââ
âJusâ canât get ânough of you.â Heâs mumbling - hot and and heavy against your rawly kissed lips.Â
And it was a wonder that Choso could manage to strangle it out from his heaving chest, that he could even manage to breathe. Because with one last shuddering smooch of his rotund crown into your g-spot, youâre both tumbling headfirst into your high - Chosoâs second orgasm of tonight.
And with every toe-curling flash of white, heâs smearing such streamlined splatters of seed into your melty insides. Hot. Sploshing down your walls and milking velvety rings upon rings around Chosoâs hefty base - so viscous that you could almost taste it.Â
Heâs making such a mess, too, giggling at how utterly speechless you were. Shrilling out nothing but mewling calls of his name.
Shit, music to his ears that Choso finds himself hypnotized to. Barely even registering when heâs patting the nudge of his puffy tip against your womb, pushing - just slightly - enough for tumbling dredges of cum to spill down your seeping slit and luster him until he was drenched.Â
âG-gonna hafta clean the c-car before we get back and ah- announceâŠâ Heâs looking up at you with stars in his eyes, so adoring that you could almost cum again from just this. â-our engagement.â
Your words choke up into a rolling ball of lead - an engagement? To your best friend? All the way before dating? And, yet, maybe itâs because your mind is still left in completely stupid shambles from before that you find your lips curling-
THUD! THUD! THUD!
A knock, and Sukunaâs voice through the black-tinted windows.
âOI! Jin is searching for you brats all over the place- SO YOU BETTER BE IN HERE-â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 2 min. 8 secs
âFuck- fuuuuck would ya look at that cute lilâ bulge.â Sukunaâs chest heaves with rumbling little chuckles that echo against your back, two out of his four beefy arms pinning you so helplessly into his cushiony chest. âWellâŠheh, not little.â
The notorious king of curses was standing so tall - towering - and his dually rock-hard cocks were just the same. Swabbing open your slickly flooded insides in such a lecherous full nelson, heâs splitting open your glutinous walls with branding, thorough thrusts.Â
Knocking up against each and every bullseye of magical spots that heâd already memorized. Youâre being shovelled with a girthy indent of his upper tip against your mushy cervix, managing out a broken K-Kunaâ
âTch, I know I know-â heâs rolling his eyes, leveraging the sinful uses of gravity below to watch you slip and slide your snug channel languidly down his left-curved shafts. âYa want more- âsnât that right, spoiled brat?â
But the only thing that thunders in Sukunaâs ears are the melodies of your sweetly singing cunt, slushy squelches of your puffed-up pussy lips slurping up every one of his numerous inches.Â
And, now, donât get Sukuna wrong - itâs one of his favorite songs, one of his few weaknesses - but where was your honeyed voice?
âOi- silly girl- forgot how ta ngh- speak?â Youâre hearing from above you, all monstrous seven feet of Sukunaâs figure hunching over just enough for him to snarl hotly against your ear. âHow else is the ngh- entire palace gonna know that mâmakinâ my wife feel good?â
Punishing your plump clit with a lingering swat! of his thick fingertips, âNot answerinâ your king, huh? Guess Iâll jusâ hafta-â
âNgh- m-more-â
Oh? That tone sounded familiar.Â
And now usually Sukuna would growl at you for speaking out of turn, usually heâll plant a few sodden thwacks against your battered cervix to remind you exactly who youâre dealing with. But right now, heâs only scoffing, âThe hell was that? Speak up.âÂ
âMore, Kunaââ Fuck, the utterly primal neediness in your voice has even Sukuna stuttering his vicious hips - much to your disappointment. And youâre wrangling in his vice-like grasp to gulp down a few more clingy gyrations of his cocks inside your gluey depths. âMore- I n-need more- harder.â
âMore?â heâs whispering. Seething. Shaking with a humorless little grin that oh couldnât have been directed by anyone but you. âMore. Heh fuckinâ slut. M-my little human wants more- oh, new record.â
Ah, new record indeed.Â
Itâs been only what? A minute? Two? And here was his beautiful queen, all fucked dumb on his cocks again. So ruined that you could barely even speak, a smooth staccato of only wanting more replaying in your mind when your husband plunges in a capsizing few jackhammers.Â
You barely even register it when one of his hands tighten on your scalp, overgrown fingernails craning your head uncomfortably up, up, up for him to splatter your tongue dripping wet with a sleazy wad of his saliva. âYer fuckinâ gone arentcha?â
And he might just be, too, with how pliantly youâre letting that thickened mass slide all the way down your tastebuds. Huffing, âF-fuck- more.â
âGreedy lilâ thing.â Heâs puckering up your sodden folds with a slow circles of his fingers, before clashing another good smack! Dragging out velvety ribbons of your honeyed slick that cling to his digits, âSuch a filthy pussy, even after- hah- after I can see my bulge in that ah- puny human cunt oâ yours, woman. Ya still want more?â
âB-bulge?â Your head lolls over to rest against one of the curvaceous cushions of Sukunaâs muscular deltoids, glazed eyes drifting all the way down-
Oh.
Fuck- the sight as complete heaven.
Your lips were parting way for Sukuna like butter, slobbering down your sweet sap of juices to him like you were glossing every inch of him. Bludgeoning in his rotund mushroom tip until your ass was bruising against the unruly trail of drenched pink that led to his swollen hilts. And the bulge- shit.
The bulge was rummaging itself to all the way up about halfway down your tummy - edging at your fucking lungs it felt like - was such a perfectly cylindrical outline of Sukunaâs matching cocks. Smearing open your gluttonous walls so widely agape, heâs crashing his smooching tips against your g-spot, your cervix. Both at the same time. Everywhere and anywhere that you could see now.Â
âOh-oh-â youâre whining out, lower lip trembling every more frenzied with every glissading dab against those spots. The way that Sukuna had your clingy walls milking him so tight. âS-sâso big, Kunaââ
âOh? So ya can speak other words.â Heâs chuckling, fat fingers pressing a curving little pattern down on your sensitive nub. Pinching. Tugging. So harshly that you canât help but flail in his hold mid-air. âEasy, easy there, brat. Jusâ thought ya f-forgot how to, heh.â
Oh, he was such a tease.Â
Such feral darkness oozing into his words when a third of his hands guide your own to caress that lecherous bulge. âHere- donâ be shy- wanna touch it, ngh- dontcha?â And of course, you do. Rubbing over the creamed divots of his outlined tips. In awe. â-yeah like- fuuuck like that- hehâŠsuch a cutie when youâre all f-fucked dumb.â
Shit- so utterly adorable that he canât help but leave another sopping wet smack! on your clit. Another. And another. And another and another until the heat curls up scorchingly in your stomach, and Sukunaâs taking your star-struck moment to snicker, âMhmâ mâfeelinâ a little bad for this ngh- p-poor cunt though. Maybe I should take out one cockâŠâÂ
âNo!â Youâre crying out, hips trying so ravenously to scoop up every sloshing glob of pre that butters up your insides. And youâre sucking in every inch that you get, every merciless ram. All while boring your eyes into Sukunaâs tearfully, âN-nooo I wanâ it- wanâ them both s-so badly.â
Fuck, you were dangerous.
And the most powerful canât do a single thing. Because, really, who was he against you?
Canât do anything but lacquer your drooly tastebuds with another syrupy ball of spit - enough to make you cum.Â
Sparks of your high sprinting throughout your body, sheening an almost-sparkling wet slobber around Sukunaâs bucking cocks - all the way down to his flexing thighs. Itâs thwacking and skidding your jiggling ass against his mounds of muscles even harder, riding out your orgasm on the way that Sukunaâs gifting sopping smacks! on that poor hooded peak of your clit.Â
Blinking back overstimulated tears, âKunaââ
âAh ah- ignorinâ the king when heâs t-talking to ya, cutting me off, cumming with no warningâŠâ he spits hotly against your ear. âI should make ya pay for treason, woman.â
âH-how?â Still so cockdrunken. Still uselessly struggling against his twitchy gyrations, zig-zagging little wet paintings down your inner walls.Â
Sukuna pretends to think, a sleazy grin plastered permanently on his face. âHmmm, how aboutâŠya ah- squirt fâme.â All the while boring his devilishly red eyes into your heart-eyed ones. How cute. âIf that pretty lilâ empty head remembers how that is, h-heh.â
⥠INO TAKUMA - 11 min. 6 secs
âC-can I cum inside? Again? P-please?â Inoâs hissing - more to himself than anything. Words bubbling out after each and every lazy swat! of his fat, ruddied tip down the very bottom of your pappy wet cervix. He wants more. He need more. âShhh sh sh- jusâ a lilâ more- please. Just some- ah-â
Shit- itâs been what feels like hours now.Â
Your beloved boyfriend stuffing you full of ropy smears of cum over and over. Until your slick-filled cunt was flooded with an excess of his seed, until you couldnât even think over the deafeningly saturated slurps of thick wads oozing out from you down below.Â
Until you were fucked stupid after only a few greedy hits of Inoâs fattened tip into your melty core - until he was utterly spellbound, too, after about solely ten minutes into this new round.Â
âT-TakuâŠâ You yelp, throat scratchy with how strained your poor whines have become. Your legs dangle helplessly off his strong shoulders, such a sloppy mating press by now that it would be embarrassed to even be called one. âBaby- harder. Wanâ moreâŠwanâ you to f-fill me up.â
Fuck.
Now, Ino knew that you were thoroughly drowned and cockdrunk - but he didnât know you were this ruined. And fuck- fuck, heâs giving the side of his fatigued thigh a harsh pinch. Once. Twice.
Trying oh-so-hard to blink back some semblance of thought into his dizzy mind. He feels like heâs nodding drunkenly, planting a damp trail of pecks down your cheek because shit, he missed your mouth. âOh. Wh-what was that? Ngh- say it again fâme, pretty? P-pleaseââ
âTakuââ youâre whining impatiently. Cloying wet grinds of your hips swirling his thickened length around you so blissfully, sugarcoating thick rings of pre around your insides. ïżœïżœJ-jusâ cum inside me again.â
âSh-shit-â Inoâs pretty features scrunch up in such bliss, plumped-up balls squeezing to dredge out another wispy chain of cum. âOhh ya have n-no idea what ya do to me.â Decorating your familiarly bruised cervix with a freshly lathered glaze, heâs whimpering. âC-can you say that fâme a-again, sweetness?â
And youâre letting your pouty maw fall slack in order to - to demand for more. A few stupidly mewling sentences on the edge of your tongue when Inoâs reeling his hips back and thudding numerous wet collides into your sloppy cunt. Prespired body glissading easily - so sloppily - against yours in determined smack! smack! smacks! such a tangled mess of limbs and need.
God- it almost hurts. Overstimulation and pleasure hitting him doubly all at once, heâs gritting his teeth with a rough groan of your name before planting more pounds after pounds.Â
âD-didnât say it fâme- ngh- ah! againââ Inoâs panting into your dumbstruck-open mouth, sweat-lacquered forehead resting against yours. Pinching his thigh over and over to just keep his senses. And his deep voice cracks into a whine at the very end, âTalk to me. Please, tell me- ngh- t-talk me through it, pretty. Please-â
But his actions spoke the complete opposite.Â
Ino was clashing the steamy curve of his rotund tip against your g-spot so hard, beating it like a sloppy drum with every jackhammering dab of his hips. Fucking out every thought and gurgling syllable out of you with a pussydrunkenly boyish grin.
Spitting a thick pwah! of saliva onto two of his slender fingers, heâs dipping them down, down, down to roll a few zig-zagging patterns on your pulpy clit.Â
âCâmon- w-wanna hear your pretty voiceââ heâs babbling, pearly tears making their home at the crinkled ends of his delicately pretty eyes.Â
âT-Takuââ You donât think you couldâve spoken even if you wanted to, tugging through his smooth woody hair. Until it makes him hiss, and his sultry crownhead gush out wet globules of precum. âNo ngh- fair.â
âHeh. Who has ya f-feelinâ like ah- this, sweetness?â Heâs snickering into the corner of your mouth, chestnut eyes drooping further and further half-closed the deeper his veiny shaft was poking into the goopy bottom of your pussy. The further he was milking his seething tip on every miniscule cling of your walls. Teasing, âWho? Oh whoops- h-heh- thaâs rightâŠyou canât talk right now.â
But oh, Ino had forgotten that just how fucked stupid that his brain was meant the exact same for his body, too.Â
Because in a split-second, youâre elbowing the pillowy mattress determinedly to flip the two of you over - Inoâs swollen girth still sunken inside, your brain still woozy. Even more so when straddling the slender curve of your boyfriendâs hips, trembly palms trekking down his mountainous pecs to push him flat onto the silky sheets.Â
Ino has such a sexy look of drunken adoration in his eyes when youâre bouncing your squelching cunt to ride him out of his mind. Prattling with your currently one-tracked brain, âS-said I wanâ you to f-fill me up, Takuââ
Oh. oh. And then he is - both of you are.Â
Youâre jerking almost-violently at the wracking bouts of high that take over your body, flashing silvery stars behind your scrunched-up lids. Those sobbing thwack! thwack! thwacks! of his bulbous tip have you shrilling, letting Ino reach out a hand to draw little circles over your overwhelmed clit.
And he isnât any better off - has his eyes sliding all the way back until all you could see was pure ivory, Inoâs chest arching deliciously into yours. His lower lip strawberry-red from being bitten hard enough gulp back those wrenching whimpers threatening to burst pathetically free.
One hand leaving a quick smack! to the fat of your ass before swirling it in hypnotic little circles to feel those ribbony globs of his cum sloshing around. Ah, he can feel it steaming thick masses so deep inside you - jittery fingers feeling for that familiar hot nudge at your womb. Such voluminous amounts that laminate his twitchy shaft with layers upon dripping wet layers of glistening seed, making such a mess-
Ino ends off with a giggle - a giggle. âOh, I love it when yer r-rough wâme, pretty.âÂ
⥠GOJO SATORU - 25 secs
â-twenty-threeâŠtwenty fouuuur-â Gojoâs dragging out, rounded tips of his fingers ghosting over your pulpy clit - just far enough to zap! your sensitive hood with an atomic buzz of jujutsu. Grinning down at you from where heâs holding you captive in a lecherous prone bone, â-twenty-five- h-hehâŠnâ already gone. New record, sweetheart.â
And you wouldâve snapped back at your utterly ecstatic boyfriend if you could, you wouldâve huffed out that he totally drawled on the count far longer than it shouldâve lasted - but how could you?
Because just the sappy peck! of Gojoâs globular tip down the treacly pucker of your slit makes you dizzy. Meady wet spurts of his precum strolling languidly down your pussy lips, making such a mess - and heâd barely even shovelled you overly snug of his full, thickened tip.Â
But oh what was unfair - what was so completely dirty - is the way he was buzzing his filthy fingerpads with a shimmer of cursed energy, pinching your sensitive clit just enough to make you see stars.
âNgh- oh my god.â youâre babbling out through slacked lips that feel like theyâre fucking numb. Hips dizzily confused whether to bury yourself in a cocoon of those silken navy sheets or to run away.Â
âYes- yes thaâs rightââ heâs cooing, one hand swiping away the globular pearls of sweat that trek down your forehead, the other ringing out against your peaked clit with a miry swat! âTalk tâme ngh- l-loove hearinâ what that empty lilâ haaah- cockdrunk mind of yours has ta say.â
Sobbing out, âSâjusâ so- so big, Toruââ
âHehâŠsee?â
Yeah, he loved the cute wafting nonsense that spilled from your lips whenever you were fucked stupid on his thick, throbbing length. Red and angry to make your head even emptier-
And youâre scrambling helplessly towards the plushy pillows, the edge of the bed, the fucking headboard - only for Gojo to slam! one massive palm down on the mahogany headrest. Splitting it straight down the middle-
Muttering in your ear so sultry, Gojoâs slurring out a stumbling, âNow now- whereâd ya think youâre going?â Your entirely shivering body being scooped up with a single curl of his bulging forearm around your throat. Fuck- his sweat-glossed biceps flex as youâre hauled back down, down, down onto his thoroughly rummaging cock.Â
âB-barely even halfway in nâ yer already so heheh- fucked dumb.â Giggling - giggling - deliriously in your ear in condensed little pants, heâs so hot glissading his weighty body down your back. Rows of ivory white teeth sinking into your precious ear lobe, youâre graced with a firm set of six-inch fingers on your waist. âGet- get ready for a hah- biiiig stretch, sweetheart.â
And a big stretch, it was.Â
It feels like youâre being rawly split apart - Gojoâs intruding girth caving out a bulging cylindrical pathway down your slobbery pussy. Puffy, crowned cockhead smearing open your gluey walls until you were sure you could feel every ridge, every thumping vein. Feel him poking his weepy divot into your mushy cervix in thick drags - you could cum from just this.Â
And you think you do - without your poor, spellbound goo of a brain even realizing. Your back arches into an almost painful curvature when youâre throwing your head back and cumming.Â
âPlease- please please-â Garbling out, so fucking cute that he canât help but lick a sleazy stripe down the glistening middle of your back and hum.
Youâre gasping at the thickly vicious splatter of something on your shoulder - only to bleary your heart-filled eyes over your shoulder at the way that Gojo was drooling.Â
Whining, with every pap! of his prettily full balls against your ass. Slumping his heavy bodyweight like he was melting into your, ridged washboard abs massaging your back, hefty bodyweight pinning you down onto the mattress. His bicep curls into an even tighter headlock around your straining neck, âYeah- ohoho yeahh thatâs the stuff- t-talk to me sâmore, my girl.âÂ
âC-canât even-â Youâre whimpering out, hips jostling upwards in embarrassing little grinds that swirl the very rounded tip of Gojoâs tip around your melty insides. Milking out heaps upon heaps of creamy precum with every one of his greedy drives. â-canât even think- canât even b-breathe. J-jusâ want youâŠâ
God - he was making a sheerly sludgy mess out of you. Branding your sweet insides with sugary coatings of precum, with thorough bruises.Â
âWhat do ya w-want, sweetheart?â Gojoâs muttering all over again, bearing your puffed-up clit with another pinch. Then another. And another. âAnything mâgonna give ya- ahhh, fuck- anything.â
Blinking up tearily, âA-anything?â
Which only makes him fuck you hard enough to practically mesh into one with the mattress - and then some. And itâs like he was pounding himself just as stupid on your cunt as you were with every one of his animalistic rams.Â
Sodden. Heavy. French mushes against your bruised g-spot - and you could already tell by the scarily bittersweet accuracy and those stray bolts of tiny blue lightning that Gojo was using his six eyes to cheat his way buttering your pretty cunt with lethal hits.Â
To spy your sweetest spots inside-
âMâgonna marry ya-â Promising over and over when heâs routing a wet trail of kisses down your perfectly arched spine. â-buy us a niiice big mansion- or a small one- your hah- choice. Grow old together, nâ Iâll kill off anyone that dares object.â
âSatoruâŠâ
âYes- yes?â Sapphire eyes wide and wild now - like he was in the middle of a fight, like he was prowling for prey just the way his fat tip was probing down every orifice of yours. âTell me- tell me, sweetheart.â
âI-I want-â your lower lip wobbles adorably, and Gojo canât help but slither his own down and suck like his favorite gummy candy. Making you mewl, â-wanâ a baby.â
And you swear you could hear the lilting crack in Gojoâs voice when heâs echoing out a highly-pitched. âA b-baby?â
The only thing your poor brain can manage out is a nod, and the only thing he can manage out is to just barely not fucking snap.Â
THUD!
Gojoâs got you locked in his powerful hold - muscled figure pinning you to the soiled bed, his deadlocked bicep hauling your mouth onto his. And heâs snapping his hips to yours so hard that you wince ever-so-slightly at the bruise surely formulating by now - or, well, would have formulated had it not been for Gojoâs reversed curse technique.Â
Working overtime now to not break a bone when heâs plugging your sodden insides with thick knots of cum. Heâs cumming and cumming so hard that Gojo thinks he canât stop - thinks he doesnât want to.Â
âH-how I love when ya talk outta yer ngh- pussy, sweetheart-â Your shoulder stains with a few more translucent spatters of drool - and tears. Big and overstimulated, beading behind his glazed lids.Â
Gojo canât let a single swashing wad of his seed drizzle to waste, plugging in numerously overspilling ounces back in through your puckered pussy lips. The sheer volume making his achy balls twitch with more and more. Doubly penetrating your sloppy hole with two fingers, heâs taking the sinful opportunity to slither a few spiralling patterns around your sensitive entrance.Â
A baby.Â
âA baby. AâŠa fuckinâ baby.â Gojoâs shaking his head - crazed. Smile humorless and dangerous where it was directed at you, and for a moment youâre wondering who really is the one fucked stupid right about now. âOh, my girl, Iâll give you ten.â
A/N. Smooches to that one nonnie for sparking the idea hehe <3
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Thawing Out
collab with @ellecdc
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16
cw: modern au, some mature themes (in that it vaguely references past smut), allusion to past abusive dynamics/child abuse
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Somehow, Siriusâ hand is cold even underneath the covers.Â
Remus wakes with it like a cool weight in the center of his chest, fingers curled slightly with sleep. The other boyâs arm is cast over you, stretched out like Sirius had been determined even in sleep to keep you both close.Â
Youâre considerably warmer, sandwiched between the two boys in the large shirt youâd thrown on to slink into Siriusâ room in the early hours of the morning. Youâre all crammed in tight on Siriusâ bed, chosen because itâs still intact whereas yours is now only a mattress on the floor (Remus hopes you donât need to explain that to anyone in charge of your lodgings). Remusâ leg is only just balanced on the edge of Siriusâ mattress, and Sirius himself is lying with his backside pressed against the wall, cheek resting on the mattress as heâd evidently given up on trying to share the pillow at some point in the night. The sunlight coming in through the window plays prettily over both of your features, and Remusâ chest warms with something likeâwait. Thereâs sunlight. Coming in through the window.Â
He nearly falls out of bed reaching for his phone.Â
You make a soft sighing sound, rolling forward into the space heâs left.Â
âRemusss,â Sirius mumbles. âStop moving.âÂ
âWe need to get up,â says Remus, breathless. His voice croaks with sleep.Â
âHm?âÂ
âUp, up.â He pats both of you on the shoulders before devoting his efforts to Sirius, tugging the sleeping boy upright. Remus has chosen correctly, because you rouse on your own, sitting up on your elbows with a squinty, confused look Remus really wishes he had more time to admire. âWeâre on in forty minutes. Did nobody set alarms?âÂ
You sit all the way up now, eyes going wide. âWe are?âÂ
âDid you not set an alarm?â Sirius asks him. âI was counting on you two for that.âÂ
You shoot out of bed without an answer to your question. âMy phoneâs in my room.â Now that you mention it, Remus thinks he can hear a faint chiming coming from the room next to Siriusâ. These walls must really not be very thick. You look at Remus, very much awake now. âForty minutes?âÂ
âForty minutes,â he confirms, trying to tamp down on his own panic in an effort to avoid exacerbating yours.Â
You nod. âIâm going to stretch. Meet outside in ten?âÂ
âAlright.â Remus gives you a small smile. He doesnât blame you for not thinking to return it as you rush out the door. He turns his attention back to Sirius, still looking half caught in a dream and like he might return to it at any moment. âOi.â Remus gives him a hard look. âI have to go get dressed. Can I trust you not to fall back asleep?âÂ
âYeah, yeah.â Sirius rubs his eyes. âI wonât miss the bloody Olympics.âÂ
âGood,â says Remus. He starts backing towards the door, trying to look stern while silently praying thereâs no one in the hall to see him in his underwear. It had been one thing in the dead of night, but now⊠âTen minutes. Get some stretching in, especially that ankle.âÂ
Sirius seems to come a bit more awake, lips stretching in a grin. âYes, Coach.âÂ
Remus ignores his flirty eyes, though his face feels distinctly pink as he steps out the door, making his way quickly to his own room. Heâd gotten a tad bossy the night before, not harsh but certainly directive, because it had seemed at times that you and Sirius were too timid to take steps by yourselves and damn itâRemus had waited long enough for what was about to happen. So out of impatience and necessity, he took charge. Siriusâ particular enjoyment of that came as a not-unpleasant surprise.Â
Remus dresses quickly, grateful he doesnât need to stretch as you and Sirius do. He fills the time instead by fetching tea and coffee from the dining hall. They donât have any fancy coffee syrups for Sirius, but the spoiled twat will just have to make do. He finds you where you said youâd be exactly ten minutes later, already knocking anxiously on Siriusâ door.Â
âHere you are.â Remus passes you your drink of choice. âHeâll be nearly ready, just give him a moment.âÂ
âIâm coming, Iâm coming,â Sirius gripes from inside, sounding characteristically cheerful after a rushed wake-up.Â
âOh. Thank you.â You take the drink from Remus, looking down at your other hand. He follows your gaze, and youâve a drink carrier of your own. Three drinks identical to the ones Remus has brought.Â
A little laugh tumbles out of him. âWhere did you find the time to get those?âÂ
âDrinks are always my job.â You shrug, smiling a little. You look nervous, tension sewn into the muscles of your shoulders and preventing your happiness from reaching your eyes. Remus has the urge to drag you back into bed and soothe it out of you. âI went first thing. Had to rush my makeup, though.âÂ
Since dragging you to bed doesnât seem particularly timely, Remus settles for an ardent kiss to the top of your head. He takes the other drink carrier from you.Â
âYou look lovely,â he says, meaning it. Your hair is smoothed away from your face, your makeup simple but dramatic, bold sweeps of eyeliner and color across your lids. Underneath your sweats he knows youâll be wearing your costume, and the overall effect is bound to be mesmerizing enough that Remus hopes he can pay attention to your routine. âExtra drinks never hurt anyone.âÂ
âAlright!â Siriusâ door whooshes open. Heâs made up similarly, formidable slashes across his eyes and face set in determination. âLetâs go.âÂ
He takes his coffee with a brief thanks. If the flavor isnât to his liking, he doesnât complain. This ritual, the stretched-taut tension of going to compete, should feel like coming home to Remus, but he canât help but feel a bit odd.Â
If heâd taken the time to imagine what waking up next to you and Sirius would be like, it would probably have gone a bit slower. Soft rousings, lazy kisses, maybe a fond argument about who had to get up to get tea before you all decided to stay in bed just a little while longer. Not, perhaps, quite so much of this rushing, with none of you talking to each other and Remus fighting to keep up as you and Sirius speed-walk towards the competition.Â
Heâs just caught sight of the boards when Sirius stops short. You falter beside him. Both you and Remus trace his gaze back to where two people, a man and a woman, are advancing on him with a steely resoluteness Remus knows but canât place.Â
âSirius Black.â The woman seems to be leading the charge, a stormcloud of dark hair and hateful eyes. âHorrid, ungrateful child!âÂ
Remus blinks. The movement feels slow and dumb. You snap out of your stillness, taking several steps forwardânot just in front of Sirius, but towards the woman.Â
âGet out of here.â Your expression is as fierce as Remus has ever seen it. The womanâs stare catches on you for a moment, a frigid flicker of annoyance, then dismisses you. âWhat makes you think you can justââ
âThousands of pounds on skating lessons,â she seethes, the cold hiss of her voice somehow louder than anyone elseâs. âThe best tutors, private training facilities, and after all that you neglect to invite your own familyââÂ
âHe doesnât have to invite you to anything,â you snarl.Â
Family, thinks Remus. Yesâthe dark hair, the cool, scornful eyesâthis woman is Sirius is his cruelest form. His mother.Â
âSirius doesnât have to go anywhere with you,â you go on, fervent. âYou lost that privilege, both of you, youââ
Sirius never talks about his family. Ever. What does it mean, that theyâre here? The way youâre speaking to themâyou know them, youâve met before, but thereâs certainly no kinship there.Â
ââneed to leave. Leave him aloneââÂ
âQuiet,â Siriusâ mother spits. Her voice is like the twigs of a barren tree rattling against each other in the wind, harsh and grinding.Â
Remus looks at Sirius. He doesnât at first know why, realizing only after he does it that heâs waiting for the other boy to stand up for you. To move his body in front of yours, fiery and protective, the way he always does. But Sirius looks rooted to the spot, his expression frozen and eyes just slightly widened. A weight sinks into Remusâ gut as he remembers what youâd told him the night after he got in Siriusâ face for the first and only time.Â
Itâs not my place to tell you about what his life has been, youâd said, hedging. You can shout at him all you want, but just stay away from physical stuff like that.
Remus looks at Siriusâ mother, all cold fury as she tries to get closer to her son. You, continually stepping into her path, eyes blazing like some goddess of guardianship and inner strength. And Sirius, as passive as Remus has ever seen him. Afraid.Â
âThatâs enough.â Remus hardly recognizes his own voice when it comes out. Itâs harder than any heâs used as your coach, harder even than the one heâs used on himself. Sirius turns to him in surprise, but you keep your eyes on the woman in front of you, unyielding. âNo one,â he says, âno one, regardless of their relations, comes in here and harasses my athletes. You will leave, or you will be escorted out.âÂ
If possible, the womanâs expression grows colder. âHow dare you. My husband and I areââÂ
âYou two,â Remus ignores her for a moment, softening his voice some to address you and Sirius. You turn now, eyes flickering to Sirius first as if to check heâs okay, âgo get ready by the boards. Iâll meet you there in just a moment.âÂ
Thereâs not much left for you to do to get ready, but Remus knows better than anyone the importance of having a clear head before competition. Neither of you need to be here for this.Â
Remus waits as you nod, going back to Sirius and looping your arm through his before continuing towards the boards, keeping yourself purposefully between Sirius and his mother all the while. Remus watches you go, and then he turns to face Mrs. Black.Â
Remus has never gotten to kick anyone out of a rink before. Itâs a significant mood-booster. The way Walburgaâheâd learned her name when sheâd shrieked it at the staff no less than a dozen times, endeavoring madly to gain some favor from her surname, which Remus had never heard before Sirius but in Walburgaâs mind apparently ought to have the lower classes bending over backwardsâhad screeched and threatened as she and her husband had been dragged out was almost enough to make Remus regret sending Sirius away so he couldn't witness it himself. But, of course, Sirius is always better off with you.Â
Evidence of this arises as soon as Remus finds you. Youâve both shed your sweats, your matching costumes and makeup making you look nearly a mirror image. Siriusâ head is cupped between your hands, your foreheads bent together as you whisper to him ardently.Â
âFuck. Them.â You push your forehead into his.Â
âYeah.â Siriusâ brow is furrowed, his eyes closed. âFuck them.âÂ
There can only be a minute or so before youâre supposed to go out and perform, but Remus hangs back. Letting you have this, he thinks, might prove more effective than anything he could say.Â
âThey donât deserve you,â you tell Sirius firmly, âthey never did. Youâre here because of your hard work, not because of anything they gave you.âÂ
Sirius takes a breath. Pushes it back out. âI know.âÂ
Remusâ heart gives a painful squeeze for the both of you. As though by some sixth sense, Sirius looks up, blue eyes landing on his.Â
âTheyâre gone,â Remus says. You let out a breath, expression easing, but Sirius only nods. Remus draws closer. âYou alright?âÂ
âYeah,â Sirius replies. He turns, catching sight of the staff member coming to tell you itâs your turn. âLetâs do this.âÂ
Remus watches you two go out onto the ice, hoping he looks more confident than he feels. He doesnât doubt your ability to perform wellâhe never could, after all heâs seen from you these past several weeksâbut youâre angry and Sirius is something else, neither of you collected enough to summon the focus you need to pull this off. Remus forces himself to take a deep breath as you finish your loop around the rink and come to a stop in your starting position, telling himself heâll be happy for you no matter what.Â
He should have had more faith in the both of you.Â
As soon as the music starts itâs like the confusion of the past few days is wiped away entirely. Youâre the same as you were, as youâve always been, gliding alongside each other like the rest of the world doesnât exist. The only difference is that the energy between you thatâs always been there has shifted ever so slightly. Still love, but fuller now. Actualized.Â
Your costumes, gauzy layers of deep indigo, billow behind you to create the impression that youâre actually painting on the white canvas of the ice, each step a brushstroke done with intention and artistry. You and Sirius sweep around each other, undulating and circling and drifting apart before coming back. Your blades hit the ice after each jump like a crash of cymbals, perfectly on beat.Â
Towards the end of the routine, Sirius takes your hand in his. You start to circle him, backwards, one skate off the ground. Remus tenses as Sirius lowers himself into a squat, looking at you down the length of your arm. Thereâs not so much as a flicker in either of your expressions as he lowers you all the way.Â
Remus draws in a sharp breath of cold air.Â
You adjust beautifully, your training taking over to guide you through a move youâve never practiced, back arched and skirt fluttering in front of you. You go through a few rotations that way before Sirius lifts you up and propels you seamlessly into a spin. The death spiral finishes out flawlessly.Â
For just a second after your spin, you catch Remusâ gaze, eyes smiling as if to say, See?
He beams.Â
Remus is still beaming when he meets you in the kiss and cry, feeling soppy and ridiculous and overwhelmingly proud.Â
âThat was brilliant,â he says, taking you by the shoulders when you make it to him first. Youâre smiling too, radiant, eyes sparkling as sweetly as the day he met you. He squeezes you warmly. âBrilliant.âÂ
He catches hold of Sirius next, cupping his neck with both hands. The other boyâs eyebrow twitches, a sheepish smile coming to his face.Â
Remus laughs, âPrick,â and kisses him in the center of his forehead.Â
You make an ill-contained squealing sound, throwing your arms around them both. âI knew youâd do it,â you say, putting your lips to Siriusâ cheek, overflowing with happiness. âThank you, thank you, thank you.âÂ
Sirius gives a short laugh. Heâs no doubt enjoying the onslaught of affection, but he rolls his eyes anyway. âYeah, sure. Just ask next time.âÂ
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he helps you study
After agreeing to let him use you whenever he wants, Captain Price fucks you freely while youâre studying, making you read your chapter out loud.
Warning: Free use, prior explicit consent, domination
Two more chapters and youâd finally be done. This statistics class was killing you, and going back to school after having already been in the workforce for so long had made it even harder. There were discussion questions due tomorrow, and you needed to finish them tonight.Â
You heard the door to your bedroom creak open, and Johnâs heavy footsteps padded on the carpet.Â
Glancing over your shoulder, you gave him a half-smile,
âHey, honey. Iâm not finished yet, but Iâll be there soon. I know you wanted to watch a movie. Iâm sorry I -â
You felt his hands pull your pajama shorts and underwear down to your thighs in one, rough movement.
âHey! I donât have time for this. What are you -â
âRead. Your. Book,â his voice was so close to your ear, and the way he bullied you with the weight of his body on your back made your breath catch in your throat.Â
You heard the tell-tale jingle of his belt buckle. Then the zipper. Turning your attention back to the book was impossible. He noticed your distracted look and sank a fingertip into your pussy, playing gently at your entrance, convincing it to swell, anticipating his cock.Â
âI told you to read, sweetheart. Out loud.â
You swallowed, trying to find your place on the page,Â
âChapter 12. Misuse of statistics can produce subtle but serious errors in description and interpretationâŠâ
You felt his weight crush the mattress. Your captain was situated behind you. He spread your legs open and pulled your hips back, lifting your ass up in the air. The cool air of the room rushed over your exposed flesh. You felt his mouth begin to lick your folds, not for your pleasure but for his.Â
ââŠsubtle in the sense that even experienced professionals make such errorsâŠoh, shit, John,â you cried out from the feel of his tongue as it laved through your folds.Â
He stopped eating you, and you felt him lean forward. Then, his cockhead was prodding at your hole. He was wetting it with your own fluids, using his dick like a paintbrush before pushing forward into your tight, unprepared walls.Â
âAhh, honey, wait!â You tried to slow him down, looking back at him.
What you saw when you turned around was a warning. You had agreed to free use after he had asked you for it, and he had warned you about his rules. He would take you, whenever, wherever, and however he wanted, and you were not to complain. You had to use the safe word.Â
You didnât use it, squeezing your eyes shut in a pleasurable kind of pain, returning to your book,
ââŠand serious in the sense that they can lead to devastating decision errors. For instance,â you had to stop again.Â
You couldnât continue. His cock felt too damn good. You were moaning, feeling yourself being stretched out by your captain, experiencing a sudden flood of wetness as your body attempted to accommodate its favorite guest.Â
âFor instance, what, pretty girl?â He asked cruelly, fitting the tip of his thumb into your asshole as he pounded himself forward, slamming his weight into you, stretching both of your holes.
You were struggling to concentrate, and the words came out in strained, staccatoed bursts,
âFor instance, social policy, medical practice, and the reliability of structures like bridges all rely on the proper use of statisticsâŠâ
John fucked you faster, shaking the bed, grunting and moaning without shame, gripping onto your hips fiercely and without mercy. You could feel how impossibly hard he was. His thickness overwhelmed you even with lube and plenty of foreplay. Like this, raw and sudden, it was enough to make you drunk on his lustful work.Â
âKeep reading, love. This tight little cunt is gonna make me come,â he growled low and tense through his clenched jaw, using his thumb to push deeper into your sensitive ass.Â
âEven when statistical techniquesâŠâ you whispered, incapable of projecting your voice without it turning into a wanton moan.Â
âThatâs it, baby, thatâs it. Good girl,â he took his thumb away in order to play with your rigid clit. It sent sparks through you, making you clench down around him. He groaned louder.
You tried to read, not wanting to displease your captain, trying to be a good girl, just for him. Whatever he wanted, you were eager to give it.Â
ââŠare correctly appliedâŠâ
âGod fuckinâ damnit! Thatâs what I want, love. Come for me. Squeeze this cock for me. Thatâs it. Thatâs it, babe,â John leaned forward, his chest pressing down on your back, fucking you like a hound, his other hand grasping the sheets as he tried to hold his full weight off of you.Â
He knew exactly how you liked your pussy to be played with. His hands were huge, and his long fingers could apply the most delicious pressure against your swollen folds, making your legs tremble and shake.Â
ââŠthe results can be difficultâŠâÂ
You couldnât breathe. You came so hard that you saw stars, keeping yourself from moaning to give him the obedience he was craving. He screamed loud enough for the both of you, pumping harder and harder into you like a steel piston, spilling inside of you in hot, thick ropes.Â
ââŠto interpret.â
You were both panting, ragged and well-used. He pulled himself out of you as slowly as he could, setting your legs back down, and leaving you on the bed, wet and soaking in his come. You heard his belt buckle clinking again, being fastened by its panting owner. He pulled your panties back up, making sure to scoop his escaped come back into the fabric so it would smear against your lips. Then, your shorts, positioned on your waist with care.Â
Closing the door to the bedroom, John left you there, holding your textbook, shaking like a leaf.Â
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no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | v.
Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.
Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
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Grandmaâamâs dissonant notes fill your room as you lie on the bed. The old womanâs wobbly soprano has been the background noise to your awakening this early morning.
At least it diverted you from your dire thoughts.
You rose with low spirits, defeated. You didnât dare leave the cover of the warm blankets.
Youâve stared at the ceiling for so long, the flower patterns have morphed into smudges of pale color swirling in your vision. Itâs all you did the entire morning. Stare at the ceiling while awful thoughts collide in your head. Perhaps for hours. Youâre not sure. Time has been a foggy concept as of late.
You canât even remember when everything started spinning out of control. The beginning of your unraveling.
The day before Coryo held you as you wept in his arms. For a while, in the warmth of his embrace, the uproar in your head fell silent.
Now itâs all noise again. Chaos. You have no desire to climb out of bed, face the day. Perhaps it makes you a bad guest. But hiding is easier. So itâs exactly what you elect to do.
Hiding until it becomes an impossibility.
Or until the door knocks in that case.Â
The sound startles you.Â
You donât answer. Instead, you burrow yourself further beneath the sheets.Â
The knock starts again. Stubbornly, you ignore it.
âIâm coming in,â a familiar, airy voice announces.
The creaking of the door reaches you and your brows crumple. A slight weight plops on the mattress, making it dip under you. You freeze, willing yourself to remain still.Â
A delicate perfume hangs in the air. Guilt seeps through you. Itâs not like sheâs done anything to you. If anything, sheâs been kind. Itâs about the hot layer of shame that has grown thick roots into your being.
Her gentle lilt flutters above you.
âI wonât move until you talk to me; Iâm worried.â
You gnaw on your lip. The seconds stretch to minutes, arduously long, seemingly endless as she remains on your bed. It dawns on you how deadly serious the older of the Snow cousins is. She will not go away until you speak to her.
Besides, your motherâs voice echoes somewhere in your head. Your behavior is ill-fitted for a lady. Here you are, a guest in someone elseâs house, acting like a petulant child.
Though you balk at the prospect, itâs time to face the world.
You huff out a quiet sigh under your breath before peeking above the blanket.Â
âTigris,â you mumble.Â
Her thin blonde brows are pinched.Â
âYou missed breakfast,â she notes. She tilts her head, scrutinizing you as her frown deepens. âFirst dinner, now breakfast. Itâs becoming a habit.â
Concern glimmers in her honey orbs. Your chest squeezes. The last thing you want is for someone else to feel terrible. You push the blanket further away from you, sitting up as a contrite smile tugs your lips.Â
âSorry.â
Tigrisâ slender fingers latch onto your forearm.Â
âDonât apologize. Just keep me company today.â
You attempt to deflect, âWhat about Coryo?â
The blonde releases a deep exhale, crossing her arms in frustration. Youâve gazed upon a similar crease on Coriolanusâ face before.
âHe barely has time for me these days. Between his work with Dr Gaul, the University andâŠâ A small smile plays on her lips as her voice trails off. âYou of course.â Your cheeks heat at her implication. Of course, youâre aware of Coriolanusâ dedication to showing up for you as of late. But it never occurred to you that it could impede on Tigrisâ time with him. It saddens you.
From what you recall of the glimpses of them you caught growing up, there was a time the two Snow cousins were inseparable. After all, ever since they were young, Tigris has been everything to him. A mother, a sister, a best friend. It was clear on Coriolanusâ face too. Fondness was etched on his face whenever he looked at his cousin.Â
She leans over you, her tone pleading.
âCome on, I really need a friend, and something tells me you do too.â
Shoulders sagging in surrender, you concede, âIâll get dressed.â
She leaps to her feet, a victorious smile breaking onto her face.
âIâll have the maid bring you some food before we go,â she sings. âWhenâs the last time you ate anyways?â
You purse your lips, shocked at the realization of how long itâs been since your last meal, eating having toppled to the bottom of your list of priorities the last two days.
You give an honest reply.
âIâŠcanât remember.â
Concern scrunches Tigrisâ angular features once more. She then takes her leave and you glumly get ready for the day.
Food is brought up to your room. You nibble down every bite of cheese, bread and eggs until youâre full.
You find the massive trunk Coriolanus had the staff carry up to your room. You marvel as you peer inside, rummaging in search of an outfit for the day. His thoughtfulness astounds you. You donât deserve a friend like Coryo.
Once youâve removed your night robe, it pools at your feet. Your stomach sinks at the sight of your bare form. Bruises still speckle your skin. They are starting to fade but the ones on your hips and thighs are still quite prominent. The thought of Coryo touching you this way crosses your mind and you shudder.Â
You know you shouldnât feel this way.
Itâs like your friend said. Itâs better that it was him than some stranger with nefarious intentions. After all, you were both drunk. You both didnât mean for it to happen. Itâs obvious Coriolanus is as inconvenienced by this as you are.Â
You should move on, let the incident scatter amidst the unfortunate mistakes of youth. Itâs what common sense dictates. Otherwise guilt will chew you to the bone.
But you canât.Â
Every time you think of that night, youâre unsettled, an inkling of wrong humming through you.
It haunts you. Though you wished it didnât.
The remainder of the morning is spent with Tigris. The two of you scour the city in search of various fabrics and items her boss, Fabricia Whatnot, asks her to collect.Â
Itâs a nice change of scenery and you welcome it.
You even get to see Tigris work on a dress, a magnificent wedding gown whose sight stirs a bittersweet feeling within you. It reminds you that your own dress was ruined, a matter youâve yet to solve.Â
âŠIf thereâll even still be a wedding.Â
As the afternoon sun crests to a scorching peak in the bright blue sky, she offers to stop by a cafĂ© which you readily accept. You both sit beneath a wide umbrella on the outdoor terrace.Â
You take small bites of your petit fours, the sugar melting on your tongue providing much needed comfort.
âDoes your grandmother do this every morning?âÂ
Tigrisâ lips pause above the rim of her porcelain cup, her honey gaze widening at your question. Realization then lights up her face.
âOh, the singing? Yes, almost.â A fond smile spreads onto her thin lips. âGrandmaâam likes to reminisce about the glory days of our family, you knowâŠbefore the war.â
Your brows furrow.
The glory days...
Could the days before the war truly be referred to as that? The people of the Districts were forced to serve the ever-growing needs of the Capitol citizens, reaping no benefits from their hard work and being kept docile by the perpetual threat of execution.
Exactly like now.
You hardly see the glory in that. Maybe for the victors, the ones who get to stand atop the mountain while others try to claw their way up from the bottom until their hands bleed.
But, as usual, you donât voice your treasonous thoughts, simply nodding in response.
Tigris and you both relish the comfortable silence for a while. She doesnât urge you to talk and youâre grateful for that. Idle talk is an arduous task when constant worries gnaw at your mind.
While she may not know the depth of your predicament, you appreciate that Tigris picks up enough not to prod.
âItâs nice here, isnât it?â she says. âQuiet. I like to come here when I need a moment to myself.â
Your gaze roams across the luxurious garden near the cafĂ©. You get lost in admiring the pretty flowers and the swan fountain. It reminds you of your own garden, your beloved roses, probably withering from neglect. Youâll need to tend to them soon.
âItâs beautiful,â you admit. You nibble on your bottom lip before your eyes find hers. âIâm sorry for beingâŠdifficult this morning.â
Tigrisâ shoulders heave as she replies nonchalantly, âItâs quite alright.â Mirth sparkles in her amber orbs. âIâm sorry for dragging you all over Panem to run those errands.â
You give a small smile. âItâs fine. I enjoyed the distraction.â
You look down and fiddle with your napkin, arranging it in different positions several times in your lap.
âIs something the matter?â
Tigrisâ abrupt inquiry makes your head snap up.
You hesitate beneath her compassionate stare. After a long, quiet minute, your shoulders slump.
âI just loathe that I am such a burden to you and Coryo,â you mumble.
Tigris tilts her head, genuine confusion scrunching her features. âA burden? Donât be ridiculous. You could never be that to me...â Her slender hand reaches across the table to drape over yours. âAnd even less to Coryo.â
A wry chuckle leaves your lips. âWell, heâs got better things to do than taking care of me.â
She shakes her head.
âTaking care of you is a pleasure to my cousin.â
You wince. âI very much doubt that.â
Tigrisâ head lowers, her hand rising to her mouth to dampen her chortle.
âWhatâs so funny?â you ask, frowning.
âItâs justâŠyou really donât see how much youâre changing him?â She studies you momentarily before heaving out a long exhale. âCan you keep a secret?â
âOf course,â you reply immediately. She smiles.
âI havenât seen him focus on something other than his ambitions in so longâŠnot the way he focuses on you.â
Your jaw hangs slack at her admission.
She pauses, seeming to mull over her next words. âCoryoâŠwhen he returned from his service in District 12, he was so different. I thought all the warmth in him was gone, that he was becoming like my uncle.â A distant, sad look dims her eyes. âA cold, calculated man. But when heâs around youâŠ" Fondness illuminates her face while she gauges you. "I donât know, it's almost like heâs back to his old self. The little boy I knew, sweet and caring. My little Coryo.â
Her fingers tighten around yours as she beams. âYouâre good for him, so donât worry about being a burden. It couldnât be further from the truth.â
Tears of relief almost spill from your eyes at that but you swallow them.
Instead, you return her smile. It may have been at the behest of your dead brother but you couldnât deny how comforting Coriolanusâ presence has been, his friendship the silver lining above somber clouds. Coryo is the only one who gladly listens when you talk about Sejanus and how much it aches that heâs not there anymore, his passing having left a void that can never be filled. Itâs too painful for your mother and your dadâs in plain denial. If it werenât for Coryo, grief would have eaten you alive, youâre certain of it.Â
Itâs hard to picture your life without him in it now, in some form or another. In fact, you donât think you even want to. You may have lost a brother but the gods were merciful and granted you another.
After you leave the cafĂ©, you and Tigris take a leisurely stroll through the Capitolâs streets. The talk you had with her rejuvenated you. For the first time since that awful night at Clemensiaâs, you feel a bit more like yourself.Â
All is well until someone strides out of a bakery, someone you know too well. The sight of the familiar face freezes you in your spot.Â
Your eyes then lock from across the street. You watch the recognition dawn on his face.Â
He starts making his way towards you.Â
A surge of panic bleeds inside you. You briskly grab Tigrisâ hand.
âLetâs go,â you urge, already pulling her in the other direction.Â
âWaitâŠwhat?â Befuddled, Tigris lets you drag her along as you start racing through the streets.
You donât dare look behind you, your heart thundering inside your chest.Â
You dive into a busy street. The crowd cloaks you as you zigzag between bodies. Strangers give you dirty looks but you donât care, focused on running as far away from who you saw as you can.Â
You and Tigris end up in a narrow alleyway, catching your breaths behind a dumpster.Â
You shoot worried glances at the other end of the alleyway. You lost him, you realize. A strange blend of emotions fills you, every single one carving a larger hole inside your chest.
âWho was that?â Tigris asks between uneven breaths.
Shame swells within you as your gaze lands on the cobblestoned floor.
âMy fiancĂ©,â you reply.
âHey.â Your head lifts from your knees, your eyes traveling to the blond head peeking through the slight opening of the door.
Concerned cobalt orbs study you. You avoid his scrutiny by focusing on a random spot on the bed sheets. He enters the room. As he sits at the edge of the bed, you bring your legs closer to your chest.
His soft tone breaks through your hazy train of thoughts. âTigris told me what happened.â
You unleash a shaky breath before finally meeting his gaze.
âIâm a coward,â you say.
His hand rises to cradle your jaw, his thumb collecting an errant tear you didnât even realize had spilled over. âYouâre not a coward,â he assures.
Your lip wobbles. Of course you are. You saw William, your own fiancĂ©, and ran away from him. Who does that? An idiot and a coward. But you didnât know what else to do. You panicked. When his beautiful green eyes locked with yours, all you could think about was those same eyes filled with hate and betrayal if he ever learnt what you did.
âI am,â you affirm.
Coriolanus strokes the side of your face, his tone growing firmer, âItâs a tough situationâŠâ
His sentence is halted by a loud banging downstairs.Â
Your eyes go wide.
âWhatâs that?â
The faint echo of your name being yelled from outside reaches you. Your heart leaps as Coryoâs features go taut, his jaw clenching.
His lips stretch in a tense smile.
âI'll go check. Stay here.â
âIâll come.â
You jump from bed and make a beeline for the door. He tries to placate you by holding your shoulders, blocking the exit with his towering frame.
âPrincess, I donât think-â
You glower at him. You canât run forever.
âYou canât stop me, Coryo.â
Tension hangs in the air for some minutes, thick and electric, before he relents with a deep sigh, âAlright.â
Heart in your throat, you take slow steps down the stairs. Coryo trails behind you in silence.
Your nameâs uttered again, the door rattling as he bangs against it. You flinch.
Trembling feet drag to the front door. Your hand spreads over the wooden carving. You take a deep breath before hesitant words stumble out of you.
âWilliam, you canât be here.â
âI love you. Of course I should be here.âÂ
Unwavering determination vibrates in his tone. Guilt flares within you. You swallow the impending rush of tears. You donât deserve him. Heâs good, kind, honestâŠand youâre a liar.
âI saw you with that girl, Snowâs cousin. Talk to me, baby, please.â
âI just need a little time...alone.â
âWhat? Is this about the wedding preparations? Is it your parents?â He sounds confused and hurt. Your heart wrenches. Youâre hurting him. Itâs exactly what you meant to avoid. âWhatever it is, we can fix it. We can face anything as long as weâre together.â
The desperation thickens in his voice.
âCome out. I just want to see your face, please.â
âIâŠâ
Your fingers hover above the gold door knob. But your hand is snatched by long, stern digits before it can fully wrap around the handle. Coryo tugs you away from the door. You gasp as his deep voice resonates in the lobby.Â
âYou need to leave her be. She told you she needs space, William,â he says.
âSnow!â A mirthless chuckle ripples from the other side. âI knew it had to be you somehow.â You leap as the hinges of the door shake as Williamâs fists slam against it once more. âWhat did you do to her?â
Tears well up in your eyes.Â
âRight now, itâs you thatâs hurting her,â Coriolanus says, his fingers curling around yours. âWhat kind of husband-to-be doesnât respect his future wifeâs wishes?â
Your brows collide. You wish he didnât speak like that. After all, youâre the one at fault. But fear keeps the words chained to your throat.
âI just need to see her, please,â William insists.
Your stomach lurches. This is insane. Your fiancĂ© is on the other side of the door and you wonât let him see you.
Maybe Williamâs right. Maybe talking to him will fix everything.
You sniffle and wipe your tears. You take a solid stride towards the door again, fingers ready to open it.Â
âI think I should, just for a few minutes.â
Your decision is made but Coryoâs hand cinches around your wrist. This time his hold is much firmer, on the cusp of painful in fact.Â
You grimace as he draws you away from the door, near the stairs.
He bends over you to whisper hotly, âTo tell him what, princess?â Angling your chin upward, he sighs. âThat you gave me something you denied him all this time? After just a few drinks?â Heat nestles in your cheeks. It is true. Both you and him got near that point so often, but you were adamant about waiting for your wedding night. It was your excuse every time. You doubt heâd take it well if you told him what occurred. While you want to believe your relationship will survive it, Coriolanusâ words are tossing fuel on every insecurity within you. Your confidence wavers, your hand sagging in his hold.
Coriolanusâ intense blue gaze is hard on you as he continues, his raspy tone low and foreboding, âOr perhaps, youâll make up a lie? You really think he won't see it on your face?â A contrite expression settles on his handsome features. âYou wear your emotions on your sleeves. Heâll know right away.â His thumb sweeps over your cheek to wipe a lone, stray tear. âWilliam seems like a good man, but such a betrayalâŠitâd break the two of you before you even began.â He leans closer, his lips ghosting over your earshell. âHe will never forgive you.â
All hope shrivels inside you, the last remnants you still held onto crumbling to dust.
You almost made a mistake. Of course Coryoâs right.Â
âDo you trust me?âÂ
You give a frantic nod, releasing a shuddering sob.
He smiles at your response.
âThen go upstairs,â he instructs. âIâll talk to him, fix everything.â
Seeing you linger at the bottom of the stairs, longing gaze darting to the door, Coriolanus squeezes your hand in reassurance.
âDonât worry, princess. Iâm going to make sure you still get to have a wedding at the end of this.â His smile grows wide. âI promise you.â
You search his face. Confidence radiates from his expression, planting the belief that heâs right deep within you. You shouldnât have doubted him. Coriolanus has gone to great lengths to help you. Even now, heâs protecting your future. Itâs more than one should ask of a friend, yet heâs doing it for your sake.
âThank you,â you say. His hand slackens around yours, a satisfied glint dancing in his cobalt gaze. You rush up the stairs, not daring to look back in fear you falter once more.
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Wind's Howling
summary: sharing a bed & accidental stimulation || you're nursing osferth's injury as the two of you spend a cold night together in an inn, but you feel called to help him in another way as well
pairing: osferth x f!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, mentions of injury but nothing graphic, dry humping kind of, kissing, breast/nipple play, piv sex, unprotected sex itâs like literally the 800âs sue me, cuddling, osferth whimpering how precious, let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 1.8k
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You can hear Osferth let out a soft sigh behind you as you shift yet again in another futile attempt to get comfortable on the thin, lumpy mattress. You sigh too, as you finally settle, only to let out a quiet groan when you realize this position is really no better than the last twenty you tried.Â
âSorry,â you spare a glance over your shoulder as you speak, wincing as another harsh gust of wind blows a cold draft through the room, âI canât get comfortable enough on this damn thing to sleep.â You say with a defeated sigh.Â
âYou need not apologize,â the monk murmurs behind you, âBetween my shoulder and this cold, sleep eludes me as well.âÂ
As if on cue, another stinging draft billows through the room, eerily whistling through any cracks it can find. The two of you sigh, defeated â leave it to Uhtred to pick the worst possible inn to stop at, though he had insisted upon it, saying Osferth needed a few days in safety to rest his shoulder and the rest of you needed the opportunity to gather supplies anyway.Â
Truthfully, a break was probably a good idea. Ever since the ambush a few days ago, the spirits of your group had been in short supply and members were beginning to bicker and fight amongst themselves. Your poor monk had taken it upon himself to be the peacekeeper, which had only served to cause you more stress as you kept trying to compel him to stay in bed and rest his shoulder.Â
You canât help but squeeze your eyes shut at the thought of his injury, the memory of him being harshly tugged off his horse in the chaos of the ambush still makes you uneasy; your heart twists in your chest as you think through your list of âwhat ifsâ yet again.Â
Almost as if he can sense your thoughts, Osferth bumps the back of your leg with his knee. âPlease do not worry yourself, my lady,â he says, a heaviness to his tired voice, âI am fine, we are safe.âÂ
âHow did you know I was thinking about it?âÂ
âYou tense up every time you do.âÂ
You sigh again before finally turning over to face him, your tired eyes meeting his in the dark room, the only light in the room coming from the full moon outside.Â
âHi,â you murmur after a moment.Â
âHi,â he whispers, the corner of his lips quirking up into a soft smirk.Â
âHowâs your shoulder?â You ask, shrugging one arm out from underneath the thick wool blanket the two of you share to gingerly run your fingers over his arm, taking extra care in the spots you know are still bruised and sore, âIs it feeling any better?âÂ
âI think so,â he mutters, flexing it a little, âIt aches to move it too much but as long as I am still, it causes me no pain.âÂ
You nod thoughtfully, silently thanking whatever God there may be that he had escaped relatively unharmed.Â
After another moment of silence, you wiggle again on the mattress before letting out a quiet, rueful laugh. âI give up,â you groan, âThis mattress is useless.âÂ
Osferth sighs next to you and shuffles closer, reaching out as far as he can without extending his shoulder to skim his long fingers over your arm as an act of comfort, âIâm sorry, my sweet lady.âÂ
âI should be the one apologizing,â you murmur, âWithout my tossing and turning, perhaps you could find sleep.âÂ
He breathes a quiet laugh through his nose, âYou are not what is keeping me awake,â he says with a sigh, âBetween this cold and my shoulder, your restlessness is a blessing.âÂ
The wind howls outside once more and you see Osferth shiver as another draft of bitter air blows through the room. With a sigh, you shuffle closer to him, practically molding the front of your body to the front of his as your legs slot together under the woolen blanket; your eyes flutter closed as you savor the warmth of having him pressed against you, though the action causes your thin linen shift to ride up nearly to the tops of your thighs as one of his long legs presses between yours.Â
After a moment, you find yourself squirming for a much different reason, the discomfort of the mattress quickly slipping from the forefront of your mind as your center begins to throb, making you keenly aware of the way the monkâs warm thigh presses against your bare heat, the thin fabric of his breeches the only thing separating the two of you.Â
You stay quiet, opting not to disturb him further as you know sleep is important to the healing process. However, it seems his mind is wandering too because after a moment, your eyes shoot open when you feel his hard length pressing against your hip, only to find him already looking at you.Â
âOsferth â,â
âIâm sorry, my lady,â he murmurs softly, a blush visible on his cheeks even in the dim lighting, âIâ,â he starts, though you cut him off with a soft kiss, sighing as his lips press against yours, his warm breath fanning across your face.Â
âYou neednât apologize,â you whisper, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks, âIn fact, I can think of something that may help us both sleepâŠâ You tease, just barely rutting your hips against his.Â
His eyes slip closed at the feeling, a soft, whimpered sigh escaping his lips before he shakes his head. âYouâve already done so much for me, my lady,â Osferth murmurs, his blue eyes meeting yours once more.Â
âSo let me do this last thing,â you smile, pressing one more sweet kiss against his lips, âPlease?âÂ
Your monk canât help but smile at your eagerness and nods, making you smile brightly in the darkness of the small room. Gently, you untangle yourself from him before guiding him onto his back, taking care to ensure that he moves his shoulder as little as possible. Finally, you climb atop him, straddling his hips, both of you groaning at the way your wet, warm center presses against his length through his cotton breeches. Youâre careful to keep the blankets wrapped over your shoulders as you maneuver on top of him, lifting your hips just enough to free his length.Â
You shiver when you feel him press against you, already throbbing in your grasp as you run the head of his cock through your folds, gasping as it bumps against your already aching bud.Â
âPlease, my lady,â Osferth groans beneath you, his chest already heaving, âYou⊠you feel too good, please.âÂ
You canât help but obey him, smirking at his pleas as you position his length at your entrance. âShhh, sweet monk,â you soothe, moaning as the head of his cock slips inside you, âLet me make you feel good.âÂ
Osferth whimpers beneath you as you sink down onto his length with a pleased sigh, your walls already squeezing against him. You gasp softly when he presses fully inside you, your hips resting against his as his length fills you completely, leaving no part of you untouched. You wiggle your hips on top of him, grinding your pearl against him with a soft whimper.Â
You slowly start moving atop him, though you quickly pick up the pace as one of his hands grips harshly at your waist, the other remains draped across his chest at your insistence, determined to keep his shoulder safe. You bite your lower lip, intending to stay quiet as you know the walls of the old inn must be quite thin, however that gets harder and harder to do as the tip of Osferthâs cock brushes against that sensitive spot within you every time you sink back down onto him.Â
âYou feel so good,â the monk gasps as he stares up at you, marveling at how you move against him, at the beautiful blush spreading across your cheeks, at the way your breasts bounce beneath the nearly sheer fabric of your simple shift dress, âSo beautiful, my sweet lady.â He sighs, his cock twitching against your walls.Â
âOsferth,â you whisper through a harsh gasp, âI love you, my precious monk.â You smile when he groans beneath you, his cock throbbing as you continue moving against him.Â
âI â Christ,â he gasps, the hand on your hip pushing itself under your shift dress, âI love you too, sweet girl.â He groans, perhaps a bit too loud, as he cups your breast, kneading your soft skin in his palm.Â
You gasp loudly at the added sensation, the heat in your belly threatening to boil over. Blessedly, Osferth seems just as done in as you, his hips squirming beneath yours as he tries to stay still.Â
âMy lady,â he gasps, blue eyes staring up at you more urgently than before, âMy lady, I â !â He cuts himself off with a loud moan when you lean forward to press your bud more firmly against him, which only serves to press his length somehow deeper within you as his fingers toy wildly with your nipple.Â
âI know,â you nod your head with a gasp, struggling to keep your eyes open, âI know, my sweet monk. Itâs okay, pleaseâ you moan, your walls clenching hotly around him as your high finally spills over you, igniting every nerve ending with a blinding pleasure, âGod, fuck!â You canât help but squeal, bracing your hands on either side of the monkâs head as you tumble forward, unable to hold yourself up.Â
Osferth whispers your name over and over, as if in prayer, before he finally groans loudly, cock twitching wildly within you as he cums, painting your walls with his thick spend. He moans happily as you sink further down against him, mouthing at your nipples through the fabric of your dress.Â
After a moment, your high subsides and you open your eyes once more, giggling softly as you lean down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. With a sigh, you lift yourself off of him before dropping to the bed with a tired groan. You slot yourself against his side and pull the blanket back up from where it had slipped off, one of your legs draped across the monkâs hips.Â
Just as youâre about to open your mouth again to ask about his shoulder, a fist pounds on the wall above your heads from the next room, making the two of you gasp.Â
âOi!â Sihtric calls, his gruff voice muffled, âIf you donât stop fucking like rabbits Iâll come in there and strangle the damn monk myself!âÂ
âOops,â you whisper to Osferth through a giggle, nuzzling your head against his neck.Â
âI would face the wrath of ten vikings to bed you, my lady,â the monk whispers softly before pressing a kiss against the top of your head.
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warnings - smut, p in v, not-so-gn (usage of 'good girl'), slight degradation, slight dumbification, unprotected sex (wrap it up yall)
minors dni !!!
dbdbbe all i can think abt is jason absolutely going at it after a long day of patrol. he is tired, but soo pent up, and there you are, looking all pretty in just his shirt and panties. it was almost like you were begging to be taken.
your back was arched into the mattress, his hand holding down your shoulders against the bed. muffled moans and whimpers escaped your parted lips, eyes teary from his cock slamming into your walls. âwhat a good fuckinâ girl. takinâ my cock so well aren't you baby?â he drawls, groaning at your walls tightening with every word. your hips squirm against his ministrations, his hand slaps against your ass, causing a squeak to escape your lips
ââm talking to you baby, you're a good girl aren't you?â
you could only nod, not trusting your fucked out brain to work enough to form coherent words.
"use your words like a big girl." he slaps your ass again, a yelp escaping your throat. you grip at the sheets, only able to think about his thick shaft stretching out your walls so deliciously.
"y-yes 'm a good g-girl" you stammer out between moans and whimpers as his thrusts seemed relentless.
"you gonna cum all over this cock aren't you baby." his hand travels from your hip, to your puffy needy clit. his calloused fingers tapping agains the swollen bud. loud moans resonated in the room, moans turning into full on sobs as you nodded, eyes closing shut.
"cum for me baby" he whispered, leaning his body over yours as you came over his cock. he didn't stop, now focusing on his orgasm.
you were a whimpering and drooling mess, body jerking with each thrust. he grunts and lets out a low moan, finally reaching his climax, your walls tightening around him, his cum coating your walls.
he pulls out your panting body, he takes shallow breaths, reaching for a napkin and wiping his dripping cum from your folds. you whined, still sensitive.
"sorry baby. i'll buy you the pill tomorrow" his voice came out low and rumbly. you just nod as he helps you sit back up. he sets you on his lap as he kisses around your face. "you really did so good for me." he kisses your forehead. "now lets get you cleaned up baby."
i need him to be real SO BADLYYY!!!
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After Hours | Matt Sturniolo
authors notes: hi guys! iâve been really busy but i want to try to be more active on this app because i love you guys so much! reminder that requests are open!
warnings: y/n (donât kill me), fem reader, she/her pronouns, pet names, sex, no pull out, wrap before u tap!!!!, cussing?, lmk if i miss anything
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It was 12:40 am and Matt still hadnât arrived to pick me up from my friend's house. I was there all day and the night before, helping her prep for a big final coming up at our university. We met each other at a bar freshman year and now spend our late teenage years together. I found Matt through her when she invited me to her birthday party early into our friendship. I got to meet Nathan, a close friend of Mattâs and later found Matt because of him. Through the years of my relationship with Matt, we share plenty of memories and stories. He is sweet and takes good care of me. It took time for him to open up to me which is something I found interesting considering his now bubbly persona. Matt would start by shaking my hand and guiding me to his car. Now, he sprints to me and picks me up like a feather while carrying me to the car for our weekly dates.
Considering our different lifestyles, it's hard for me and Matt to see each of her as much as we desire. His love for YouTube and my constant studying made it impossible to get alone time, so when we were together he made the most out of it. For others, Matt is kind and shy with a friendly personality, but for me⊠well it's safe to say he hates my guts after hours.
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âYeah just like thatâ she screams out. Her face was shoved into the plush silk pillows in his room. The lights were dim and the only sounds were y/nâs moans and slapping through the bedroom, maybe even the whole house. Matt continues pounding into her like there's no tomorrow. Even though she couldn't remember how many times she finished, y/n was still feigning for more. The way her tight walls hugged Matt's thick member made the two weak for each other. âGonna be a good girl and give me a couple more right baby?â the sweaty brunette calls out. His figure was almost invisible in the room with nothing but a dark silhouette showing his lean body.
Matt continued fucking himself onto y/n, she couldn't take it anymore. Her body became numb and her legs gave out a long ago now being held by Matt's tattooed arm that snakes throughout her waist as he slowly bent down to place harsh kisses onto the girl's back. âPlease mmph⊠can't take it anymoreâ the girl cried out. She was attempting to crawl away from the boy when she suddenly felt her body shift. Matt turned her limp body around so her head was on the back of the pillows. âYou got it, almost done love just hang onâ he grunts. Matt brings his arms to the backs of y/nâs thighs and lifts them back to her knees. The new angle brought a wave of pleasure as his head kissed her g-spot over and over. âMatt oh my g-god!â she moans out but the boy tuned her out long ago, only focusing on making her finish.
He slowed down his pace, pulling out until just the tip was in her, then slamming back in, repeating this over and over. Soft groans escaped the boy's lips as he held onto the girl, not letting her leave the state she was in.
âMatt seriously, no moreâ she cried out, âI'm done.â This only made Matt needier, bringing a hand lower to her puffy clit, rubbing hard circles with the pads of his fingers, occasionally leaving a light slap. Y/n jerked up from the pleasure, holding onto the boy's hair as a familiar knot in her stomach formed for the 3rd time. âC-closeâ she warned the boy as her eyes screwed shut from the sensation she felt. âMâ too, come with me babeâ the boy growled fastening his pace. He left out numerous amount of thrusts before releasing his sticky seed inside y/nâs swollen cunt. âMatt!â y/n screams out, her back leaving the mattress as her hands grip the silky sheets underneath her. She squirmed underneath the boy and created the perfect âOâ shape on her mouth. A series of cusses left Mattâs mouth as he panted hard after coming.
Trying to not hurt her, Matt slowly pulled out, the sight of their releasing oozing out of the girl. Wasting no time, Matt dips his head down legs y/nâs legs shoving the muscle in his mouth into her. âToo sensitive!â she cries out, her hands finding a home in his damp hair trying to pull him away. âCan't leave a mess, can we? Nick and Chris will noticeâ he smirks before diving back in. His tongue dances around the girl's cunt, cleaning everything up before light sucking her swollen clit. Y/n was a moaning mess, moving around and squirming at every little touch. When Matt felt satisfied, he pulled away, leaving one last kiss on her pussy and standing up.
The girl was lying down on the bed, her body almost paralyzed. Matt stood up, walked into the bathroom, and grabbed a damp towel to clean up anything left behind. After throwing it away, he went into the bed pulling Y/n into his arms, kissing the top of her head. He could feel her heart beating out her chest and he stroked her hair. âI love you, baby, you did so good for meâ he cooed, planting kisses on her forehead. The girl let out a soft hum as she drifted into bed. Not being able to sleep, Matt grabbed his phone to see 40+ notifications from his group chat with Nick and Chris.
| For god's sake please shut the fuck up
| Matt you hooligan I can hear you over my music
| I give up.
The boy let out a soft laugh before shutting his phone off and bringing y/n closer to his chest, slowly drifting off to bed himself.
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[10:12] - Please
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"You think you deserve to cum? After the way you behaved today?" Chan says, pulling his cock out of you and sitting upright on his knees. You gasp at the loss of his length inside you, more tears spilling from your eyes. As he begins to turn away you spring from your position on your back, the one he had you in while he pounded into you only moments ago.
"No no no Chan wait wait-" you crawl to him and grab onto his thighs to try and stop him from shuffling off the bed. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry please, please! Don't do this!" Your fingers are digging into his thighs but Chan doesn't seem to care about the pain, he's only looking at you, narrowed eyes staring down at you. You have no idea what's going through his mind but you hope he's at least reconsidering his punishment.
"I know I shouldn't have done it! I shouldn't have I'm so sorry but please don't! I have to cum- I-I-I need too!" you plead, all sense of stubbornness- any sense of shame- completely gone. On your hands and knees for him, ass up in the air in your desperation to get to him before he could leave the bed. He's got you trained as well as a dog.
There's a thick sheen of sweat covering your entire body and tears streaming down your face. Your pleading, desperate eyes enveloped by lust, your hair a disheveled mess atop your head, you looked beautiful. As much as Chan wanted to be strict in his punishment, how could he do that to you when you're so eager to make up for your mistake. He has more than one way of punishing you, he'll just use a different method today.
"Turn around, ass up." He commands and a hopeful smile breaks out on your face. You immediately turn around and present your already bruised ass to him. Chan grabs your hip with one hand, pulling you back closer to him and grabs your disheveled hair with his other and pulls you up, making your back arch into him.
He lines himself up with your dripping entrance but before he pushes in he brings his lips to your ear. "Don't think this means you're forgiven. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you don't even think about doing that again." A shiver runs up your spine and your entire body shivers in excitement. Punishment or promise, you neither knew nor cared anymore. Chan pulls away from your ear, then he spits onto your already wet cunt causing another gush of arousal to flood out of you.
He pushes into you in one go, not giving you any time to adjust. His grip on your hair tightens and he pushes your upper body into the mattress. "You want to cum? Fine but you're going to keep cumming until I decide you've learned your lesson"
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Love Me Like A Rockstar (12)
ăŒâ Chapter 12: Shame On Me
Author: bvidzsoo
Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader
ăŒâ Warning: cursing ăŒâ Word count: 5.5k ăŒâ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ăŒâRating: sfw ăŒâ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?
A/N: Hiii, my lovelies! Shorter chapter but you won't have to wait too long, I'll update next week again! I don't think there will be any more updates to my other stories this week because I'm going to visit my bestie on Thursday and I only come home on Sunday (can't wait to see you again Orsi *cries*). You know the drill, please listen to Shame On Me before or while reading, thank you!! So, uh, you all will hate me after this chapter, I'm sorry in advance, but you can go scream at me in the notes and reblogs! <3 However, I promise the angst won't last for too long :D Thank you all for reading and always leaving feedback, I appreciate it a lot! I hope you enjoy this chapter, don't hate me pls. divider
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           It was quite ominous how well I had slept last night, and despite feeling my eyes burn from staying up too late and not getting enough sleep, I felt well-rested. Perhaps the unusual warmth engulfing my body had something to do with the way my muscles seemed to become one with the mattress, and the comfortable weight around my waist also made me want to give in to the calling of another slumber. I had woken up a few times before, trying to find new comfortable positions as I could hear the birds chirp outside and the sweet cologne that clung to my clothes and the sheets tingled my nose in a way I had to suppress a sneeze. But the sun was high up in the sky already, the blinds open as I felt the warmth of the sunlight on my face. I released a content sigh as my muscles begged for a good stretch, making me groan when I felt a few vertebras pop, tension releasing between them. Gosh, I wish I could wake up feeling this refreshed every morning.
The covers were thick, and thus, the non-existent melody of the bed calling out to me to stay for longer won as I melted back against the pillow, licking my dry lips as I was mildly surprised that there was no impeding headache. I would usually feel hungover even if I drank only a littleâhence why I preferred staying away from alcoholâbut maybe that hot chocolate I had last night was some magic drink. There was a low groan next to me and I smiled for a second, feeling thick fingers tangle into the waistband of the sweatpants I was wearing, definitely not mine as they rode a little too low on my hips. The strings mustâve come undone in my sleep as I kept shifting around. Not really thinking as I was still under the blissful grip of a good nightâs sleep, I sneaked my right arm underneath the covers and gently traced the warm skin of the arm pressing against my torso. There was another low hum and I smiled as I turned my head to the left, eyes protesting as I tried to peel them open. Perhaps that can wait until my brain is fully functioning.
âGood morning.â Mingiâs voice was husky and it covered my arms in goosebumps as I felt butterflies in my stomach, the heath of my cheeks unnatural once again.
âMorning.â I whispered and bit my bottom lip, feeling the bed shift again as Mingiâs hand now held my waist firmly, fingers rubbing circles into the skin where his borrowed t-shirt had ridden up. Feeling eyes on me, I opened one eye and chuckled as I saw Mingiâs puffy face, halfway hidden into his pillow as he lay on his stomach, red lips swollen and platinum blonde hair disheveled in every possible way. Mingiâs cheeks tinged pink and he grumbled something intangible as he hid his face into the pillow, feigning a tickle at my waist as I squirmed and pushed his hand off, heartbeat picking up as Mingi caught my hand before I could pull it away and interlaced our fingers. My eyes were painfully dry but I rubbed them with the heel of my left palm, rubbing my face afterwards as the haze of sleep slowly had started dissipating.
So, turns out all of this wasnât a dream. I did go to Outlaw to watch Mingi perform, I did get drunk and got into a tiny argument with Mingi, and he did drive me home afterwards. And apparently, I did sleep over wearing his clothes and using his toiletries and we didâwe did kiss. I gulped and licked my dry lips again, feeling the butterflies dissipate in my stomach as instead a lump formed in my throat. I released a shaky breath as I felt Mingi caress my knuckles underneath the covers, and then he turned his head to look at me. He lookedâcontent. He looked happy. His face was serene and he looked like he has been waiting for this moment for ages. Something in my chest ached at the thought and I gulped, feeling the blissful morning daze dissipate completely and get replace by a slowly impeding dread. I released a shaky sigh as a heartbreakingly beautiful smile graced Mingiâs lips, mouth forming a boxy shape that showed all of his teethâthe protruding front ones that I grew to adoreâhis nose wrinkling and eyes creasing. Suddenly, I didnât feel so good anymore, I felt like I wanted to cry.
Why was Mingi so perfect? Why was he so kind to me? Why did he treat me so well? Why was he so patient with me? Why did he stick by my side for so long? What was it about me that he liked? What did Mingi want from me?
I froze as suddenly Mingi pushed up onto his elbows and started leaning over me, that smile still present on his lips as he released my hand to caress my cheek. My hands trembled as I tried to hold his eye contact, but all of a sudden I felt sick. I felt dirty and I felt like I couldnât breathe. Everything smelled like Mingi, everything felt like Mingiâit was too much. Perhaps he saw the subtle shift in my expression as he stopped for a second, eyebrows slightly furrowing, but then his warm lips touched the corner of my mouth and it made my muscles tense up and send my mind off into an alarmed frenzy.
I couldnât be here, I had to leave. No. What was I doing? How could I do this when I knew Mingi is Yunhoâs best friend? How could I hide something like that from him? Why did I let him kiss me and why did I kiss him back? Why have Iâwhy the hell have I started liking Mingi so much that having him next to me suddenly felt right and being away from him made me anxious, made it feel so wrong?
Unable to control myself anymore, I sprung up from the bed, trying to keep my breaths labored as Mingi sat up alarmed, eyebrows furrowing as he watched me scramble around his room looking for my clothes. I couldnât remember where he had placed them last nightâwhether I had left them in bathroom or had brought them to the living room. I heard the sheets crinkle as no doubt Mingi was getting out of bed too, I could feel his piercing gaze follow my every move.
âYouââ He hesitated for a second, âYou donât have to leave so earlyâI mean, itâs not that early, but I want to make us breakfast. I promise Iâm not a bad cook.â
I bit my lower lip as my eyebrows furrowed, my body freezing as my heart clenched. I wanted that, I wanted to stay with Mingi and eat breakfast and laugh and just let go of everything and forget every single one of my worries, but I couldnât. I felt so guilty, I couldnât even turn around and face him. I had to leave and I had to get rid of him, it would be best for the both of us.
âIâm not hungry.â My voice was barely above a whisper, cold, and distant. I finally spotted my clothes sitting neatly folded on Mingiâs desk chair and I leaped towards them, my fingers curling tightly into them as I cradled them into my arms, somehow hoping that it would bring any sort of comfort. It didnât because I could still feel Mingiâs eyes on me and hear the way his steps faltered.
âOh, thenâŠâ He fell silent and I felt my handsâ tremors worsen, making me bite into my bottom lip to try and keep myself level-headed. It was hard, and I was failing at it, âWe could grab some coffee andââ
âIâm going home, Mingi.â I snapped, cutting off his rambling because I was unable to listen to his warm and soothing voice anymore, now laced with obvious hurt and dejection. I wasnât only hurting myself anymore, I was hurting him too. And I hated myself. He deserved better. Mingi deserves someone who cherishes him and makes him happy, not someone who brings his hopes up and then stomps on his heart like it means nothing. I didnât want to do this, but I felt like I had no choice. I had dug my own grave by indulging into his little gamesâthey werenât games, Mingi has been genuine from the get goâand now here I was, suffering the consequences of my own actions.
âIâY/N.â I froze as my hand reached for the handle to open the door, I couldnât face him, âWhat we didâwhat happened last night, Iâno, the kiss, we canât just glaze over it, I canâtâI canât do that anymore. Please, what are we?â
I squeezed my eyes shut at the sudden tears in them and inhaled a long breath, slowly twisting the handle of the door so that I could flee easier, âThe kiss wasâa mistake. We were both caught up in our feels and IâI didnât mean to do that. I never wanted to kiss you. I donâtâit means nothing. We are nothing, Mingi.â
If the same words echoed in my mind but sounded a lot more masculine and venomous, puppylike eyes narrowed and glaring down at me, I gulped and repressed the memory, rushing out of Mingiâs room in a panic. I didnât want to hear the way Mingi gasped nor the way he called out in confusion after me as I made it towards the shoe rack, finding my boots placed neatly next to his. It took everything I had in me to keep it together, to swallow the tears that wanted to escape my eyes, to keep my voice firm.
âWhat do you mean it meant nothing?â Mingi didnât even sound angry, he sounded so utterly hurt, that a tear unintentionally trickled down my cheek, âIt couldnât have meant nothing, Y/N, weâve been dancing around each other for too long for it to mean nothing. YouâveâIâve kissed you before, not like this of course, but we did kiss and weâve held hands and youâyou canât just fucking say it means nothing when it means everything to me!â
Fuck.
Perhaps it was good that he was finally showing any other reaction than disappointment and hurt, perhaps I pitied myself less if he was angry at me and shoutingâI deserved it. I really did, every mean thing heâd hurl at me, I deserved to hear them because he was right. He was, he had always been. Iâm a horrible awful being and I played with his feelings just like Yunho had played with mine. How could I hate Yunho so much when I was just like him?
âWeâre both honest and blunt people, Mingi, thereâs no reason to dance around this.â My voice sounded leveled, calm, almost as if it was mocking Mingiâs despair and I felt like complete shit, âQuite frankly put, I donât want to see you again. This everythingâwhatever the hell weâve been doing for the past three months, it was a shitshow. I donât know what your purpose behind your actions was but I know mine and it has nothing to do withâwhatever weâve done last night. Thereâs no such thing as friendship between a girl and boy, it never works out, somebody always gets heartbroken and thatâs exactly whatâs happening right now. I think we both mislead each other, which led to this misunderstanding, so yes, it means nothing because I donât want anything from you, but you clearly want something I cannot give you.â
The deafening silence felt like a slap to my face and it almost made me whirl around to apologize for my harsh words, to tell him that it was all a lie, that I liked him more than who I thought was my first love. I had always thought I loved Yunho with my whole being, that I gave him all of myself, but that wasnât true. Yunho had never seen me at my lowest, Yunho never tried to fix the issues between us, he never reached out if he knew he did something wrong, he never even tried to pursue meâit was all me, all along. I was the one fighting for us and Yunho just went along with it because it was comfortable, because I was a stable point in his chaotic life, somebody he knew he could come back to. And I was treating Mingi as if he did the same thing to me, as if he was just another replica of Yunhoâwhen he wasnât. Mingi was so much more than Yunho would ever be, and I ruined everything in the span of five minutes.
I didnât even bother lacing up my boots as I stepped into them, afraid to look back, but unable to stop myself when the silence just continued to stretch on. I didnât expect to see Mingiâs eyes bloodshot, nor his bottom lip red and swollen from getting chewed on too much. Fuck, why did my heart ache more than when Yunho left me?!
âI never wanted to be your friend, doll.â The way his tone was emotionless yet his lips uttered the nickname, it made my lungs constrict as the lump got bigger and bigger in my throat, âBut I knew you needed time, so I gave it to you. Perhapsâperhaps I shouldnât have, maybe I should have been cleared with my intentionsââ
âMingi.â I snapped, eyebrows furrowing as we made eye contact. I couldnât listen to him anymore; I couldnât bear to hear him make up excuses for the sake of me. Why was he not screaming at me, why was he not hurting me? This is why he was too good for me, why I didnât deserve him, âDelete my number.â
âYou know your way out.â And I did know it. Without saying anything else, I unlocked the front door and ripped it open, slamming it shut behind me as I raced towards the stairs, hissing as my eyes got blurry and obscured my view of where I was stepping. But I had to get out of the building as fast as possible, scared that Mingi would race after me, that heâd try to reason with me one more time because it would work. It would work and I would give in. I would tell him the truth and then everything would be more painful. I was saving him from the betrayal he didnât deserve, I was saving him from me, who never treated him right. I thought he was an asshole, an arrogant guy who yearned for attention and validation from every breathing female. But that wasnât true, Mingi was a selfless and hard-working man who put others above himself, he wasnât greedy and he wore his heart on his sleeve, ready to offer all the love his body contained without expecting anything in return. And I was a horrible human being because I took advantage of his kindness and goodness, because in the process of trying to get rid of himâI fell for him.
I was gasping for air by the time I stumbled out of the building, the wind harsh and cold as I scrambled to wear my jacket over Mingiâs thin t-shirt. It did nothing to shield me from the harsh weather and perhaps I deserved it, perhaps I deserved to be stared at by the passerby people with questioning or judgmental stares. I had no idea where I was, but thankfully finding my phone in my pocket, I was able to walk myself to a bus station and wait for a bus that would take me home. Mingi lived almost thirty minutes away from my place, but that was fine, I could keep it together for so long. I wouldnât cry, I refused to cry, this was my own punishment. As I sat on the bench at the bus station, the heather above head lessening the chill that seemed to bite at my body, I closed my eyes and wallowed in the tumultuous emotions I felt.
This was far from how I wanted things to go, I thought I was better, that I could control myself and keep everything in check, but at last, I failed. I failed and now I hurt the guy I had fallen for. I was scared, I was afraid of getting left behind like it previously had happened, and so I wanted to protect myself. I struck before he could. I thought I would be protecting my heart and getting the upper hand, but then why was my heart aching and my stomach clenching so hard that it made me feel nauseous? Why do I always mess things up when they finally go right? Canât I have something good for myself? Is it so hard to believe that not all guys are like Yunho? But Mingi is his best friend and it started getting easy to spot similarities between them the longer I hung out with Mingi. So could he really be much different from Yunho? I wouldnât know, now, I would never find out.
           I felt numb, both physically and emotionally, by the time I made it home. The house was empty and dark, rainclouds had gathered outside and I was thankful that I made it home before the downpour. It reminded me of Mingi, everything seemed to remind me of Mingi. I hated it, it made breathing harder as I peeled his clothes off myself and went into the shower, probably staying underneath the spray of the hot water for too long. My skin was all wrinkled by the time I got out and the rain came down heavily against the roof of the house, forcing me to dress up warmly and wear the hood of my hoodie as I was too tired and lazy to dry my hair. I was craving something hot to drink, but when my eyes fell on the hot chocolate in the cupboard I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and had to rush to the bathroom, heaving and heaving without throwing up anything. I felt like I was borderline dying, and I deserved it. I knew I did.
And when I was feeling my utmost worst, there was only one thing that could help. Drawing and painting. I stared at my sketchbook longingly, but decided to use a different one as that one was filled with sketches of Mingiâs eyes, and him performing on stage, him driving or him laughing with his boxy and gummy smile, his hands that were littered with rings, his peaceful face when he had fallen asleep once in the library while we were studying. But something that hasnât happened before did happen now. No matter how much I stared at the blank paper, nothing came to me. My mind refused to conjure up any images, my hands refused to move. My grip on the pencil turned painful and I hissed as I pushed the sketchbook off my lap, throwing the pencil against the wall in frustration. I pulled my knees up to my chest as I listened to the heavy rain, staring at the window, watching as big drops rolled down quickly. The silence, the darkness, the numbnessâŠit was beginning to be too much. I wished to see Mingi, I wished to talk to him, I wanted to fix this, but I couldnât. I was an asshole and going back to him just hours later after being a dick and probably hurting him beyond forgiveness was an even bigger dick move. I just couldnât do it, so, I closed my eyes and waited. For what, I didnât know until my phone rang loudly, making me jump out of my skin.
I was stupid for feeling a flicker of hope that it was maybe him, but my heart settled when Seulgiâs smiling face greeted me once I grabbed my phone. I sighed and picked up, beyond grateful that she probably had a feeling that things werenât going so well anymore. I could feel the small smile stretch onto my lips, the greeting on the tip of my tongue, but Seulgi beat me to it.
âWhat have you done.â I froze, heart falling into my stomach at the harsh tone of my best friend, eyebrows furrowing in worry. Seulgi never spoke like that to meâto anyoneâshe was a ray of sunshine and she never got angry, she was never disappointed, she never treated anyone roughly, âY/N!â
I jumped at the way she yelled my name, gulping down nothing as my mouth had gone dry, âIânothing. I did nothingââ
âYouâre full of shit.â Seulgi snapped and I felt my lips tremble as her voice raised in anger, âHow can you say you did nothing when Mingi has been at Wooyoungâs ever since noon and hasnât stopped bawling his eyes out?! Heâs not speaking, heâs not eating, heâs not even moving, Y/N. What did you do?â
âIââ I gulped, voice faint as I felt my eyes fill with tears, âI didnât mean to, IâI told him it was nothing. That Iâdidnât want to see him again. I justâIâm scared, Seulgi.â
âYouâre the fucking worst, Y/N.â Seulgiâs tone didnât soften, if anything, it got harsher and I heard someone in the background call out her name in a quiet warning, âHow could you say that to Mingi out of all people?! Are you seriously joking right now?! Did you feel good playing around with him when he has made it so fucking clear that he was into you? That he likes you? That he wants to be with you? You arenât even dense not to see things like this, Y/N, you straight up played with his feelings and then crushed his heart like it meant nothing.â
âIâm sorry.â I whispered, sniffing loudly as Seulgi scoffed. Hearing everything out loud and getting scolded by my best friend probably was the worst feeling ever. I knew I had fucked up colossally if she was taking Mingiâs side, rightfully so.
âI canât believe you treated him like nothing,â A slight pause and then her voice dropped to a low whisper, âLike Yunho has treated you. You said the same thing to him, Y/N, arenât you ashamed of yourselfââ
âI fucking hate myself, Seulgi!â I exclaimed, frustrated and panicked and annoyed and wounded, âI didnât mean for this to happen, but Iâm scared! I canâtâwhat if he leaves me? What if heâs worse than Yunhoâs ever been?!â
âWe were teenagers back then.â Seulgi sighed and her voice softened the slightest, âAnd Yunho was an asshole from the very beginning, you just refused to see it. Mingi has always been genuine with you, fair, and kind. Yet you saw that and still threw him to the curb.â
âIâm sorry.â I felt a tear trickle down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away, refusing to cry. I didnât deserve to cry.
âYou should be saying that to Mingi, not me.â There was light shuffling in the background and then I heard different voices talking to Seulgi, âSeonghwa is here too now, I have to go. You better fix this even though I donât know if you deserve his forgiveness at this point.â
âDonât say that.â I whispered, but Seulgi hung up without saying goodbye, and suddenly I didnât know what to do anymore. The phone fell from my hand as I stared with tear filled eyes at my motherâs guitar, flashes of Mingiâs excitement upon seeing it fresh in my mind, making my throat close up. I couldnât breathe. Mingi wasnât talking to anyone and it was because of me, I did that. I made him feel like that and I didnât even know how to fix this anymore. Could I fix it? Or have I fucked up so badly that heâll never forgive me? I knew for a fact that if I were Mingi, I wouldnât forgive myself no matter how much he wouldâve begged or tried making things right. Just as my head fell onto my knees and I squeezed my eyes shut, annoyed that the unshed tears kept persisting, there was a knock on my door. I hadnât even heard my mother get home.
She gently pushed the door open and peered inside with a curious look on her face, looking excited as I turned my head to look at her. She grinned and suddenly stepped inside, holding up a small box in excitement. My eyebrows furrowed as I watched her grab a paper out of it, giving me a cheeky smile as she cleared her throat, ââI hope every time you drink your hot chocolate out of this mug youâll be reminded of me, doll â S.M.ââ
I suppose that was all I needed for the cup to be full, to be tipped over the edge as the tears suddenly sprung free, ripping loud sobs from my throat as I grabbed at my hair, yanking on the strands harshly. My mother gasped in fright and I heard movement behind myself, then I felt hands untangle my fingers from my hair, placing them in my lap with one hand as with her other hand she cradled my head against her chest. She smelled like the sanitizers they used at the hospitals, infused with a little musk as it was my motherâs favorite scent, and I was suddenly so grateful for having her. I turned my body to hug her tightly, crying into her chest like I was a little girl once again. My mother sighed as I felt her pat my head and rub my back up and down, humming a song I knew all too well as we used to listen to it a lot while I was growing up. The weight of her chin felt comforting against the top of my head and I gripped her work clothes perhaps a little too tight, but I didnât care. I have missed her embrace, I missed laughing with her and crying with her, I have missed talking to her. After Yunho left me, I became closed off. I didnât let anyone know how I felt or what I was going through, and despite my mother being a nurse, she could only help me if I let herâand I didnât. I was repulsed by any closeness and I needed to be on my own. Days turned into months and those into years, and it took me this long to realize I wasnât doing as well as I thought I was.
âMom,â I was still crying, but my sobs have stopped, âI messed up so bad.â
She hummed as her fingers tried to untangle the knots in my hair, âDoes it have to do anything with whom the mug is from?â
I nodded wordlessly and she hummed again, tapping my thigh for me to pull back, âIs it that tall boy with sharp eyes, cute glasses and sweet smile, fluffy dark hair?â
âHeâs blonde now.â I muttered as I sniffed loudly and disgustingly as I pulled back, letting my mom wipe my tears off my face.
âYou hate blonde guys, though.â She muttered with her eyebrows furrowed as I sheepishly looked up into her eyes.
âI know.â
A beat of silence passed and then she started giggling, prompting me to giggle along, my heart still aching but the relief of being in her arms made me feel like I could breathe once again, âWell, that is no good then. I hope you arenât crying because this S.M. boy went blondeââ
âSong Mingi, his name is Song Mingi.â I whispered as I chewed on my bottom lip, averting my eyes, âI canât believe you already forgot his name.â
âWell, Iâm particularly bad with names, starlight.â My mother chuckled and I felt a smile tug at my lips. She always found peculiar nicknames to call me by, âAnd he never came over for dinner, that was my trick to remember his name and wellâget to know him better, I suppose.â
âHeâs not coming over for dinnerâlike ever.â My tone was grim as I grumbled, picking at my cuticle as I looked down at my lap, avoiding the look of confusion on my motherâs face.
âSo, things didnât work outâŠâ I hummed and sighed, pulling away completely from my motherâs embrace.
âIâm a fool.â I muttered as I pulled my knees up to my chest again, staring at my socked feet. My mother placed her hand on my shoulder and massaged it softly, âI hurt him and now he hates me. I said what happened between us meant nothing, but I was lying. I think Iâm in love with him, mom.â
âHas he said that he hates you?â My mother raised her eyebrows in question and I shook my head, âThen he doesnât hate you. Yes, you hurt him with your harsh words but if you really love himâwhatâs holding you back, my starlight? Youâre a smart woman and you know how to fix your mistakes, Iâm sure I donât have to tell you. So donât just sulk and wail and make him hurt for no reasonââ
âHeâs Yunhoâs best friend.â I whispered, peeking up at my motherâs face, surprised to find a smile that looked both comforting and amused.
âAnd does he know that?â
âWhat?â I asked confused, making my mother chuckle, âOf course he knows heâs Yunhoâs best friend.â
âThatâs not what I asked, starlight.â
âNo, he doesnât know.â I muttered and grimaced as my mother shook her head at me, âI never found the right moment to tell him, actually, things were never supposed to get this far, mom.â
âI see,â My mother hummed and leaned closer, âYou know, Iâm speaking based on many years of experience, but this Mingi boy doesnât seem like the type to hold grudges for too long or judge you for your past. Sure, it must feel weird knowing your current girlfriend has dated your best friend, but that was like ages agoâand youâre still making a big deal out of itââ
âMom.â I groaned, giving her an unimpressed look, but she only giggled.
âYou know, you didnât take after me for being so dramatic.â She pursed her lips and suddenly pushed me over, making me fall to my side with a loud gasp, âItâs one of the few reasons your father didnât stick around for longâhe was too dramatic.â
âI thought he left us.â I muttered as I sat up straight, making my mother roll her eyes at me.
âHe certainly did after I told him I didnât need a junkie in my house while I was trying to raise my childââ She rolled her eyes then stood up, extending her hand out for me, âAnd then he thought I tried to baby trap himâhuh, what an idiot. Who wants to baby trap a broke dude whoâs doing nothing with his life while I was in school learning to be a nurse and girlbossing my way through life?!â
âDonât ever again say girlbossing, mom.â I groaned embarrassed as I let her help me up.
âWhat?!â She chuckled, holding my hand gently, âItâs cool, everyone at the hospital says itâwell, the younger generation. Anyways, weâre going to cook yummy dinner together, and then Iâll magically make some ice cream appear from our fridge and I have some really nice wine hiding in the cupboard, waiting for us to consume it while you tell me everything about this Song Mingi guy. We havenât had a girlâs night in so long, I missed you, Y/N.â
âI missed you too, mom, but,â I frowned as I let her pull me after herself, âyou do realize Iâm suffering and am on the verge of having another break down, yet you still want me to talk about Mingi?â
âItâs called therapy, honey, even if Iâm not a therapist.â She shrugged as we walked down the stairs, âBesides, Iâve got some bomb advice to give you to win this boy over. I canât believe I managed to raise a strong and independent woman thatâs emotionally constipated!â
âOh, my God.â I muttered under my breath, wondering just how many of her coworkers were too young for her to be hanging around, and why on Earth were they teaching my mother cringey slang.
But she was right. I did need her advice, desperately so, and having a girlâs night while I can talk about Mingi without feeling embarrassed to admit I am into him sounded niceâespecially now that I have successfully fucked everything up.
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December 15: Nick Urankar
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Fitness entrepreneur Nick Urankar frowned as he examined himself in the mirror. From anotherâs perspective, the manâs body appeared to be blessed with plump muscle that heâd diligently worked hard for. His cut-off t-shirt showcased his chiseled abs, the fabric ending just below his impressive pectorals. Nick was a hunk, through and through.
Still, that beard-framed frown was ever-present as he studied his muscled form in the mirror.
The source of his annoyance was a stupid comment from some anonymous user on Instagram.
Nick was in the process of trying to gain new subscriptions to his fitness programs come New Years, which was when the fitness community would usually experience a boom in followers. Heâs opted to go the family man route, which was something heâd often do in his regular posts.
Ultimately, Nick had decided to post a picture of himself shirtless, showing off his rock hard chest muscles with the caption: âNew Dad Bod!â
It had worked initially, and Nick had seen a plethora of new subscriptions piling in at a rapid rate from dads who wanted to trim a little belly fat. However, there was one comment under the pic that had stuck out to Nick: âThatâs NOT a dad bod! đżâ
It was a simple comment that shouldâve been nothing at all, yet, Nick couldnât deny the irritation that bubbled up in his gut over it. The influencer had tried his best to ignore it, but obviously since he was still thinking about it, itâd clearly annoyed him.
ââDad Bodâ,â Nick snorted as he rolled his eyes, imagining the type of body that the anon mustâve been referring to: big belly and saggy pecs. That wasnât the type of dad bod that Nick wanted to have, hence his bulky form.
The hunk finished up his night route before lying down, trying to force the odd comment out of his brain. As he lied down in bed, a strange tingling sensation broke out over the muscle dadâs body and he could hear the springs in the mattress groaning more than usualâŠ
Nickâs morning alarm beeped, letting the influencer know that it was time to get up and get ready for his morning stream. The stud liked to post his Sunday morning workouts on his socials, which served to act as advertisements for his workout routines.
Nick threw the covers off of himself and sat up in bed, rubbing at his tired eyes. The man felt a lot more tired this morning, and he scratched at his belly absent-mindedly as he let out a loud belch. He stood up and began to waddle towards the bathroom, unaware of the jiggling feeling that was emanating from his torso as he moved. He entered the bathroom and turned on the light, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull at what he saw.
âFuck!â Nick cried out as his eyes honed in on the massive belly that was attached to him.
Standing to the side, Nick bore a profile of someone who was not active in CrossFit, but who instead would often lounge on the couch and drink beer all day. His gut was massive! It protruded far out in front of him, and when he moved the slightest bit, Nickâs new big belly would jiggle and bounce incessantly, illustrating that it was mostly fat. Worse was that his chilled pecs had puffed out too and they sagged a little more than they shouldâve, coming to rest atop the manâs new belly.Â
As Nick poked and prodded his larger form, the stud noticed that the rest of his toned muscles looked puffy now. There was still some muscle evident on his frame, but they were all now covered by a thick layer of fat that obscured their contours. Even his face looked rounder, his cheek bones hidden by the new roundness quality.
Out of shock, Nick waddled over to the scale in his bathroom and stood on top of it. He inwardly winced as he had to look over his cresting gut in order to gawk at the red numbers on the scale: 301 lbs. A total gain of nearly eighty pounds of what seemed to be pure fat, with most of it on his gut.
In his shock, Nick couldnât help but grab at his gut with both of his shaky hands, giving it a rough shake. He felt the blood drain from his face as his new belly jiggled like crazy, a far cry from his previously flat, chiseled abdominals.
âNow thatâs a dad bod!â he heard his deep voice exclaim, almost proudly.
The influencer jerked back in surprise at his words, noticing for the first time that heâd been smirking during his entire inspection. His cocky grin bore a proud aura that only grew as the inflated man rubbed his new gut lovingly.
The inflated influencer felt his legs propel him forward on their own accord, moving as if they had a mind of their own. His beefier arms reached out and grabbed his phone, setting it up onto its tripod as he started to record.
The altered Nick felt humiliated as he saw his phone live recording him, showing his larger new dad bod on display for his thousands of followers to see. However, despite his inner panic, the hunk only continued to smile widely at the camera.
âGood morning everyone,â the beefy dad bodded man greeted his followers, rubbing his belly lovingly. âI thought that this would be a good time to give you all a check in on my hot dad bod.â
The stud felt himself continue to rub his bigger belly, making the rotund gut shake like a beach ball in front of him with every movement. Nick screamed on the inside, but was powerless to do anything besides show off his inflated, beefy form. His abs and muscles were completely shrouded by the thick fat that he was showing off, the cocky smile on his round face indicating that he loved every bit of it.
âThis is what a real dad bod looks like,â Nick heard himself say, immediately thinking back tot he obscure comment that heâd read the other day. He looked down at his big belly and gave it another shake, knowing that the mysterious comment mustâve been behind his recent transformation.
The influencer with the big dad bod continued to show off his girthy frame, beyond humiliated, yet smiling widely the entire time.
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â pride & arrogance â â jjk
â SUMMARY: â If his pride and arrogance incapacitated him from saying what he felt, then he would show you everything. â
â PAIRING: boyfriend!jungkook x female!reader
â TYPE: mild smut
â WORD COUNT: 985
â WARNINGS: smoker!Jungkook, mature language, edging, slight praise kink, punishment, slight bondage kink, mention of argument, soft dom!Jungkook x sub!reader, mention of squirting, mention of marijuana, use of pet names, slight dumbification, overstimulation
â NOTES: OH MYYYY HOW CAN THIS MAN BEING SO HOT WHILE SMOKING?
â RELEASE DATE: September 12, 2023
â CROSSPOSTING: ao3
Body lying on the bedsheets. Head towards the ceiling. Hands tied with a pink rope. A ball gag stuck in your mouth. White lace lingerie. A vibrator pressing onto the fabric and fixed there due to the knots helding it.
That was how you felt at the moment. No possibility of moving or even protesting against the marks that were beginning to appear on your skin.
No possibility of moaning every second an orgasm invaded your body.
You had lost track of how many times you felt tears running down your face and felt a pressure starting at the foot of your stomach, leaving you feeling high. Everything seemed like a white blur as the minutes passed and you struggled to keep your eyes open. Watching the gray paint on the ceiling was the only thing that's stopping you from giving into your body tiredness.
As much as you knew Jungkook would stop everything if you signaled your safeword â if your two feet hit each other three times in a row â you weren't in the mood to end it. You were becoming greedier every time the vibrator changed speed or restarted the vibration over your clit.
Sitting on the armchair in the corner of the room, Jungkook knew your needs better than anyone. The sight of your pussy soaking your damp panties indicated that you were close to your next orgasm.
Standing up with a cigarette still in his hands, he inhaled the small cylinder and held the smoke in his throat for a few seconds before expelling it in short bursts.
Walking in short steps, Jungkook came close to your bed, resting both knees on the mattress and having a better view of your face. Cheeks stained with thick tears and eyes still sparkling and tried hard not to give into exhaustion. Nose red from crying and slightly damp. The midsize ball gag made your lips more swollen and red, causing excessive spit that ran down your mouth corners.
Completely submissive. A sight that might look pathetic in any other man's eyes, but for Jungkook it was the hottest scene he'd ever seen in his entire twenty-six years of life.
"You look so beautiful like that, my kitty." Jungkook praised you and you felt your heart warming. "You can look at me now."
When Jungkook brought the necessary permission, you blinked once, clearing away the tears and looking at him. Jungkook was above your body, his dark and cut hair looking messy after the party. A cigarette in his hand indicating the stress of the situation hit him hard and he was trying to distract himself while you played your role as his sub and masochist girlfriend.
Even though the vibrator was still stimulating your clit, the speed was considerably slow after you wet the sheets last time cumming. Jungkook knew your limits and knew squirting more than once in less than ten minutes could result in your safeword being said. Lowering the speed would delay your next orgasm and it was the better choice.
Especially when an idea appears in his mind.
"You wanna give me head?"
You shook your head, furrowing your eyebrows in an expression that made Jungkook compare you to a whiner kitty. Letting out a little chuckle, Jungkook took his free hand to your cheek and left some cuddles on your tear-soaked skin.
You watched Jungkook take another drag on his cigarette before placing it in the ashtray on the table next to your bed. He blew the smoke into the air and returned his full attention to your eyes. He undid the lock on the object in your mouth and left you free to recover yourself.
Your entire jaw hurt from how long the small ball prevented you from closing your mouth. The spit dripping down your chin wasn't pleasant, however, you knew you'd need it for what happened next. You really wanted to not only please Jungkook, but you also wanted to apologize for the whole situation that led both of you there.
"Are you in pain now?" Jungkook asked and you denied it, shaking your head so fast that a dizziness hit you barely five seconds later. "Use your words, kitty."
"Sorry, Sir. I'm not."
Jungkook smiled, losing some of his dominant expression and taking on a gentle glow as his eyes diminished. Maybe it was due to your obedience from answering to him with his correct form of treatment. Or maybe the fact Jungkook knew that you were indeed in pain.
He couldn't be mad even though he knew you were hiding this secret. After all, you just wanted to please him.
An idea crossed Jungkook's mind, all his anger already fading.
"You were a good girl. You were so fucking good for me." Jungkook began, stroking your cheeks as if it was so precious. "Are you really sorry for what you did before?"
A pain struck your heart. God... regret had been gnawing at your mind since the two of you got home. You didnât want to fight with him, it was never your intention to make him angry. Just as it was never your intention to curse him in front of his friends while the whole group shared some cigarettes and marijuana.
"Yes, sir... I'm sorry for everything I said and everything I did for you."
It wasn't the best apology Jungkook had ever received. It was simple words and almost so shallow that at another point he would force you to rephrase everything you said and demand better submission.
However, Jungkook knew this was for you best due to your angry personality and the pain in your body.
And in the end, Jungkook knew that he also hadn't been as good a boyfriend as he should have been. He also deserved to apologize.
And if his pride and arrogance incapacitated him from saying what he felt, then he would show you everything.
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Right Kind of Wrong (13)
She never thought she would be involved in a murder investigation and encounter her one-night-stand again, the awkward guy who isnât exactly that good in bedâOr is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong⊠But as he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.
Part Summary: Seeking pleasure leads them down an unforeseen path. wc: 4k
Part Warnings: 18+ explicit content including handcuffs, overstimulation, dom spence, very rough unprotected sex, and angst. So much angst.
a/n: this part is supposed to be jarring, but it is still consensual, it's just... ill-timed?
Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14
THERE WAS NOTHING GENTLE ABOUT HIS TOUCH. The moment the cool metal clasped around her wrist there was a subtle change in his demeanor.
There was something foreign about him. Something rough, something rugged, something very different from the soft and warm gestures his hands held every time he touched her. All she could feel now was hot, scorching heat that had her body burning for more.
To think this was the same guy who stuttered the first time they met was bewildering. It was unsettling, even, at how the difference was so jarring. Although she had seen him drown himself in his own anger and frustration, she had never felt it until now. It was exhilarating and nerve-racking at the same time, even when she was the one who had offered herself to him.
"You're nervous," he pointed out, his gaze dropping down towards her wrist.
"No," she blurted before she could stop the lie.
His eyes narrowed just the smallest fraction. Spencer could feel what was left of his rationale was dissipating before his very eyes. He swallowed hard, the Adams of his apple bobbing as his gaze met hers. He wet his lips with one swipe of his tongue.
"You should be."
And then he yanked her, jolting her without warning. He guided her towards the bed, pushed her onto the soft mattress, and soon came to kneel beside her. Her heart hammered against her chest as he lifted the cuffs, effectively pulling her hand up above her before he grabbed onto her other wrist. It wasn't until she heard a clear snap that she realized he had tied both of her hands to one of her bedposts.
The clink of the handcuffs jingling above her head was making a steady rhythm as she tried to wiggle her way out from their cold grasp. The steel bit into her soft flesh, clinging to her wrists with a vice-like grip. A whine escaped her as he backed away, taking in the sight of her, exposed and naked right at his mercy.
Shamelessly and almost predatorily, Spencer's eyes raked over every inch of her body. Her trembling lips, throat swallowing as little whimpers escaped her mouth. Her heaving chest with every labored breath as the muscles on her stomach tensed, goosebumps decorating her skin. And then came the best part of it all, his eyes rested right between her thighs where her heat shimmered with her arousal.
She gulped beneath his gaze. Every limb of her was threatening to jolt off the mattress at any given second, every sense and every nerve alert and on edge. Every bated breath of hers was on tenterhooks. Was this fear? Some part of it felt like it. But the other part? The whole other part that had her feeling breathless as he climbed onto the bed, his hands dropping down onto her bare legs before spreading them apart?
That was definitely lust.
There was a moment of quiet, the air thick with tension and anticipation, as he gazed at her, before he crashed his lips against hers, grabbing her hair to yank her head back, his other hand gently cradling the side of her neck.
The kiss was messy. His lips moved desperately against hers, tongues colliding almost hungrily as if he had been craving her taste this whole time. And maybe he did, after what they had been throughâevery frustration, every angerâhe longed to devour her again. And she tasted just as good, even fucking better, and there was nothing in the world that could stop him from earning what he desired.
His lips moved down her jaw, nipping and kissing down her throat before feeling her move. "Stop squirming," he huffed impatiently, licking a hot, wet stripe down her neck and biting down on the skin at her collarbone.
A soft gasp escaped her. Who was this man? There was something so primal about him. Something that drilled right down to her core. Something dirty, filthy. Something animalistic. Something raw.
Her breath was then caught in her throat as his lips moved lower and she helplessly watched his tongue slip out, licking partway down her cleavage. She whined when his fingers grazed her breasts, his large palms squeezing them as his teeth nipped at her skin.
Almost instinctively, her hands once again pulled at the restraint, desperate to touch him in return, but she couldn't move. It was torture. To crave him yet not have the power to do so, and it wasn't even more torture that all she could do was merely watch.
Her breathing became harsher when he lowered his head and ever so gently, his tongue slid out, circling her nipple. The light touch felt so damn good that her head fell back against the headboard, eyelids closing. He released her nipple from his mouth, a smug smirk on his mouth as his other hand deftly slipped her other breast, pinching the stiffening peak between his fingers as he gazed back at her.
"Are you going to listen now?" He hummed, his breath brushing against her skin. "Are you going to understand how reckless you were?"
"I..." she breathed out, trying to control the pleasure taking over her body. "I wasn't reckless."
He tugged onto her nipple, earning a loud cry from her. "Wrong answer." And then his thumb brushed over it again, soothing the pain he had caused while his mouth closed around the other bud.
Her eyes drifted down to where his tongue lapped around her hard peakâsucking, nipping, grazing it softly between his teeth. She became acutely aware of how aroused she was getting even in this position. Never in her life had she ever considered being bounded and manhandled by a man, yet here she was, restrained to her bedpost with her legs wide apart.
Spencer could feel her body shaking, and he also noticed the way her legs grew further apart the more he continued to suck on her breast. His hand tugged onto her nipple one last time before it trailed down her stomach, past her hips, and stopped right at the center of her heat.
One stroke of his finger between her folds was all it took for her to buck her hips forward, eagerly begging for his attention. She could feel the smile on her skin as he continued to explore the wetness pooling between her thighs. "You'll listen to me now."
And then she felt two of his fingers plunging into her without warning, without mercy. They thrust into her at a mind-numbing pace that had her gasping for air, mouth wide open as she arched off the bed.
She wasn't sure how long his fingers moved inside her, although she was certain she was going to reach her high sooner than expected. He must have noticed it too because he let out a low grunt while her walls clenched around him. His mouth closed over her nipple once again and he began to suck frivolously, leaving wet marks across her already damp skin.
And then he curled his fingers, and she was gone. She screamed, the familiar sensation taking over her body while he continued to thrust his fingers into her, ramming them so quickly while he leaned back, his eyes training on the sight before him. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth hanging open, her chest heaving in quick breaths, her nipples hard and wet from his assault, and then there were his fingers buried deep inside her, her slick arousal coating every inch of his hand.
He slowed down his movements and felt her slowly relaxing, which was something he didn't approve of. He felt an insidious pull, an irresistible gravity that threatened to drag him into a sinister longing, something so out of character that it sent shivers down his spine.
He knew he shouldn't succumb to this desire, that it was something he would regret. But in that moment, he couldn't help it. The darkness within him surged, and he found himself moving closer to her as he whispered, "One."
Her eyes flickered with slight confusion, but it quickly left as he adjusted himself on the bed, her eyes briefly catching sight of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants before he lowered himself to the bed. The moment she knew what he was doing, her walls tightened in anticipation around his fingers. And then his mouth was just barely on her clit, his plump lips grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves as his hot breath washed over her. Instantly her hands tugged against the restraints, a moan flying out of her.
"Stop moving," he grunted, before pressing his tongue flatly against her clit and lapping at the small bulb gently, occasionally lowering his tongue lower to lap her arousal that continued to flow, lewd sounds leaving his lips.
His movements were suddenly fast, so feral and animalistic as he shamelessly lapped her skin, swallowing every liquid dripping off her body. Tears brimmed the corner of her eyes as she felt his thick fingers pumping in and out of her at a rate that was sending her closer and closer to her second climax.
It wasn't really the stimulation of his tongue and fingers that had her tethering over the edge, although they did play a big role in the familiar pull building in her stomach, but it was the sight of him between her thighs. The way his soft curls framed his face, a few strands of them sticking onto his forehead from all the sweat. The way his mouth closed around her clit, sucking onto the sensitive bud so hard she could hear the mess her body was making.
And there was his eyes. They held a molten mix of desire and longing, bore into her soul, igniting a fire within her. They held an unmistakable hunger, like a predator fixated on its prey. She couldn't help but be drawn into the intoxicating pull of his lustful gaze, a magnetic force that left her shattering, the intensity of the pleasure finally consuming her body once again.
Her thighs quivered around his face, her stomach coiling as he moaned and tasted her, swallowing every last drop of her scent. Pleasure enveloped her like a sensuous embrace, causing a delicious, tingling sensation to ripple through her body. Her wrists tugged onto the metal link binding her but there was nothing she could do, so she surrendered herself to the all-encompassing ecstasy that consumed her body, leaving her breathless and utterly lost in this blissful chaos.
It wasn't until she felt him slowing down that she focused her attention back on him, panting heavily as she tried to ease her breathing. He then pulled away, his fingers slipping out of her with a squelch, and sat up.
"Two."
It was then she realized what he meant. Two orgasms. He was counting how many times he could make her fall apart.
"H-How much are you going to give me?" She asked in a soft whisper.
"As much as it takes for you to listen."
She was listening. Maybe not in the way he wanted her to, because let's be honest, an hour walking around without protection wasn't that bad. But she was listening to something elseâ his breath hitching every time his eyes caressed her body, the sound of the metal cuffs hitting the bedpost, and the rustle of clothes as his hand traveled down his body.
There was something about the way he sighed as he did it, about the way he reached down his heavy belt clinked, and opened his pants, she could barely handle the anticipation of what was to come. Pulling off his pants in a hurried manner, she noticed the wetness that stained his boxers. His painfully erect member stood proudly as he pulled it out, and he had no time to waste on the pleasantriesâhe ached to be inside of her as soon as he possibly could.
"You said I could use you?" He taunted, positioning himself right between her legs. "Shouldâve been careful what you asked for."
She let out a gasp as he pushed her body into the mattress, ramming into her in one go. Her whole body throbbed with the way his cock stretched her, goosebumps decorating her skin as she pant eagerly. His hands clutched themselves onto her waist before he began to shallowly thrust himself into her, the wet slick glistening down her thighs and gushing further, coating his pelvis entirely.
His hands roamed down her body before stopping at the back of her thighs, pushing her legs down to her chest as he loomed above her, hips slamming against hers sloppily. A desperate plea fell from her lips as her eyes rolled in the back of her head and he groaned, pushing her body even further as he thrust harder, deeper, faster. The restraints around her wrist felt like they burned the raw skin where she had been struggling against his movements, her body jolting as another wave of pleasure ran through her body.
"Three," she squealed, legs tightening on either of his sides.
Then she spasmed, crying out loud at the sensation traveling along her core. The way her body shook only heightened his senses, and he couldn't help it when his hand fell between them, his thumb brushing over her sensitive clit in quick motions.
"Oh my god,"Â she gasped, trying to squirm away from his assault. "S-Stop."
"Why?" He grunted, slowing down his thrusts yet picking up the speed of his thumb on her clit. "I'm simply using you, just like you asked me to."
He then wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned in closer. "I think I can give you another one."
Eyes locking with hers, he drew his slick-stained cock all the way out of her, just until his tip remainedâbefore pushing back in, hard and fast, earning a loud cry from her. The mix of hurt and pleasure was dangerous, yet it was a welcomed warning that hummed through her body as the speed of his thrusts picked up again.
She slowly looked up at him, and in true honesty, he was a such sight to see. That look in his eyes was unforgettable, the strain on his face as he drove himself into her over and over. The curve of his cock stretched her in a way she had never felt before, and his thrusts were so aggressive it was getting too overwhelming. It was all-consuming as her whole body burned from the way his cock slammed into her, each thrust filling her walls until she was nothing but a whining mess.
"S-Spence." She whimpered through pouty lips, and she wasn't sure if he could even hear her when he sent her a drowsy look before his lips were on hers, tongue-twisting past her lips as he started a pace that was just as quick and ruthless as the last, perhaps even more. She was exhausted, her body was so heavy, and every grind of his cock made something ache deep in her abdomen.
A surprised gasp fell out of her mouth as one of his reached out round her throat with a light pressure. She moaned in response, offering her neck to him further. He let out a grunt before his hips continued their delicious movements, her head rolling even further back along the headboard, not even caring it was repeatedly smacking lightly into the wood behind her. She was too focused on his cock throbbing inside of her and that warm hand on her neck gently choking her.
Before she knew it, her eyes were momentarily rolling back, a moan building in her throat as her orgasm began to consume her. His hips rammed more enthusiastically into her, his hand tightening around her neck. "Four," Spencer announced between battered breaths, his own voice sounding strained. "Come with me."
She cried out, hands tugging at her restraints. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to reach out and run her hands over his back, but the cuff bit harshly into her wrists, holding her back in conjunction with his hand on her throat. The moment his deep, pleasure-filled rumble filled the bedroom at her struggles, she came hard on his cock at the same time he came undone. His body brutally crushed her as she felt his warmth seeping deep inside of her, her own body shuddering against his.
When her climax had washed over her, she was left dizzy and breathless. She slumped against the headboard, arms going slack against the cuffs. His loud panting breaths quickly filled her ears, then very abruptly he slipped his cock out from inside of her, his arms releasing their hold on her just as fast.
She watched as carefully got off the bed and in one quick motion, he zipped himself back into his pants, breath still heavy as he did. And while he did all that, she noticed he was oddly silent. He still remained silent as he maneuvered around to the side of her on the bed, reaching behind her before he pulled out a small key from the back of his pocket.
With a deliberate and practiced motion, he inserted the key into the small keyhole of the cuff, the tiny teeth of the key fitting perfectly. As the metal link opened and slid off her wrist, her skin underneath revealed the deep imprints left by the restraints, red lines encircling her wrists.
The room was filled with a heavy, unnerving stillness as she studied him, noticing the way his eyes were trained on her hands. He studied the bruises forming on her wrists. It was a visual reminder of the harm he had unintentionally inflicted, a stark testament to the damage done during what was supposed to be something intimate. The moment he stepped back and looked away, a heavyweight formed in her gut.
"I shouldn't have done that," he said, voice oddly quiet.
"What?" She asked, gently sitting up.
"I shouldn't have done that," he repeated. "Thatâthat was so wrong. I..." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I was too rough."
Her eyes narrowed as he shook his head, still refusing to look at her. Something felt off.
"Spencer," she called out. "It was consensual on my part."
"Look at you!" He snapped, his gaze focusing on her wrist. "I hurt you. You have bruises because of me. IâI tied you up."
She swallowed hard, sliding off of the bed and making her way towards him "I gave you my permission," she reminded him. "I wanted this as much as you did."
"That was wrong of me," he reiterated, still not focusing on her. "Here I am, wanting to protect you, and look what I just did.â
"But you are protecting me. You've been looking out for me this whole time."
"We both know that's not true." He shot. He was shaking his head firmly again, his face shifting away from her. "We both know I haven't been easy on youâand yet I come here to speak to you like that? Touch you like that? Fuck you like that?"
He rarely let such vile words escape his lips, nor did he let his anger take over his emotions. But it wasn't directed at herâno, it was a furious self-condemnation that spilled forth, revealing an inner turmoil that had been simmering beneath his usual calm exterior, a contrast to what she was seeing now. His clenched fists and furrowed brow were clear indicators that the true battle was within himself.
"No. No, I shouldn't have done that to you."
Her mouth fell open, that heavy feeling in her stomach slowly making its way upwards, coming to wrap her heart. "Spencer, I gave you the consent to touch me."
"No," he said, taking another step back. "Thisâ" He said, gesturing a hand between the obvious space between them, "âit can't continue. I'll only hurt you even more."
She was the one who took a step back this time.
"What are you saying?"
"This needs to stopâwhatever this is. I-I can't focus on this case if I keep getting involved with you. You're supposed to be under my protection, I'm supposed to keep you safe and yet I'm the one hurting you."
Being questioned of her innocence was hurtful, being left without any word from him after that was also hurtful. But to hear him dismiss the times they had spent together, even when it wasn't perfect, sliced through the air, landing like daggers in her heart.
With her voice trembling but resolute, she asked, "Whatever this is? That's what you think of us... as whatever?"
Her words hung in the air, charged with a mix of hurt, frustration, and a demand for clarity. She locked eyes with him, waiting for his response. He tore away his eyes from her and the avoidance of his gaze only deepened the tension in the room.
"You deserve someone better, someone who won't accuse you wrongly, someone who won't hurt you when you need to be protected." There was a moment of silence before he continued with a certain edge in his voice. "Someone who's not a federal agent far from doing his job."
That was it. That was the nail in the coffin. Exhaustion suddenly settled over her like a heavy shroud. She had always been known for her resilience, and her unwavering determination, but today was different. The exhaustion from the sex, her emotional turmoil, and now his dismissal had drained her of the strength to fight back.
And then to make matters worse, his phone suddenly rang. That fucking damn phone. Her annoyance flared up like a smoldering ember as the phone disrupted yet another conversation. It wasn't the first time, and frustration had been building with each interruption. She wanted to snatch it out of his grip and throw it to the wall.
She saw him catch a glimpse of the device and she busied herself by tearing open her dresser, grabbing the first shirt she saw, and silently throwing it on. He was awfully quiet, which meant that his notification seemed more like a text rather than a phone call, and she continued to show her back to him. Not because she didn't want to see him, but rather she didn't want him to see her.
She was on the verge of tears.
You're a fucking idiot, she snapped to herself. Tears welled up in her eyes, catching her by surprise, and she battled the urge to let them fall. She berated herself inwardly, feeling vulnerable and exposed for getting emotional over what might seem trivial.
But she was too tiredâof him, of herself, of everything. The weariness that had been weighing her down finally took its toll. Despite her efforts to stay composed, the overwhelming emotions got the best of her, yet she didn't want him to know how much of his words hurt her. She didn't even want to acknowledge him even when he was calling her attention.
"I need to go."
Of course, you do.
"I'll come back later."
Don't even bother.
"We can talk then."
Just fucking leave me alone.
With the unspoken tension lingering in the air, and knowing she wasn't going to acknowledge him anymore, he quietly left, giving her the solitude she seemed to crave. It wasn't until she heard the soft click of the door closing behind her that she finally fell back onto her bed, burying her face in her hands.
The entirety of the night was finally hitting her hardâshe had felt a short freedom, which was considered as 'being reckless' according to Spencer. Then he came unannounced, tied her up onto her bed, and fucked her while also managing to break her heart to pieces, leaving her shattered and lonely.
She had no idea how her day had taken such a dark, heartbreaking turn.
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singledad!mechanic!eddie x fem!reader
â¶It's Christmas morning at the Munson's and Adrie has a small request.â¶
NSFW â slow burn, fluff, lovesick yearning, very light angst, 18+ for eventual smut, drug/alcohol mention/use
chapter: 7/20 [wc: 3.4k]
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Chapter 7: Breakthrough
Dreams of sleeping in were crushed one tiny footstep at a time.
Morning broke through the burgundy bed sheet hung as a curtain in the window. Slivers of blue fought away the slumbering gloom clinging to the peeled wallpaper, invading the small bedroom in drowsy clock ticks. Murky wine-colored shadows caressed the bundled comforter, crowded the pillows, soothed closed eyes into sweet dreams. Darkness cradled his head and sold him a lullaby fantasy. An aching yearn of a dream where the cold penetrating the thin trailer walls was kept at bay by more than his own body heat. Arms encircling him, a kiss behind his ear, a gentle wake up call. An idyllic rapture easily woven from the fibers of his unguarded heart. An aspiration quickly escaping his wishful fingers at the sound of running, and the vibrations of the trailer shaking, andâespeciallyâthe little voice yelling at him his five extra minutes were up.
âDaddy! You have to wake up.â Adrie jumped knees-first onto the mattress, and bounced her way over to him. âItâs Christmas, you have to get up!â
He grumbled from his warm pocket of air under the covers, and she whined.
âPlease,â she begged, crawling towards him.
He winced, and hissed, âOw-ow-ow, watch the hair. Miss Mouse wonât like me if I go bald.â He dropped his head back to where she sank her mighty fists into his pillow, and she apologized by putting all her strength into shaking his shoulder instead.
Wayne called from the kitchen, âIâm gettinâ started on our famous Christmas casserole.â
âNow that,â Eddie said in an upbeat tone, âIâll get up for.â
âYouâre mean,â Adrie pouted, scooting until her knees dug into his spine, and added on to it by saying it wasnât fair he was making her wait to open presents.
Eddie twisted around to see her manufactured sad face (practiced over the years to elicit the strongest pity in him), and he snaked his arm out of the blankets to hook it around her, bringing her wriggling self in for a sloppy kiss on her forehead. She made a âyuck!â sound and pushed away.
âGo sit, Iâll be there in a minute.â
Willfully, Adrienne slipped from his hold and sprinted the length of the trailer, rattling the metal window panes along her way.
In the following moment of quiet, he inhaled deep, and sighed through his hands scrubbing over his face. The oil in the electric radiator popped. A bird chirped. Music blasted from a neighborâs home. A faraway bike skidded, spitting up loose rocks from the trailer parkâs entrance.
Eddie rolled onto his back, and blinked at the stained ceiling. He tried to not make a habit of sleeping in Adrieâs bed now that she was older, but sometimes his back cried for a break from the lumpy couch cushions.. His back, his hips, his knees, his neck. All of it. Every now and then he needed the relief, to flatten himself out on the mattress after several long days of work wearing down on his body, even if it was considered weird or wrong by others.
Swinging his legs over the short drop to the floor, Eddie straightened out his thick knit socks, sweatpants, sweatshirt. He rubbed his knuckles against his dry eyes, stinging a line of water along his lashes. Flipped off the switch to the heater. Ran his fingers through his tangled hair, mouth tasting of stale beer from drinking last night with Wayne.
He stepped out of the room that used to be his, and staring at him down the hallway, past the kitchen, at the other end of the lousy home, was his little girl. She sat crisscrossed at the stout tree smelling of fresh sap, illuminated by colorful strands of lights, and backed by old ornaments previously stored in cardboard boxes. Her eyes sparkled with silver tinsel happiness, and her springy curls bounced with the excitement of her wave.
Wayne wrung a damp dish towel around his hands as he and Eddie made their way to the couch, and he gestured at her. âAlright, darlinâ, you can go.â
The sacrifices were worth it.
In this lousy home filled with overdue bills and underprivileged struggles, was an abundance of love and awe. Eddie sat at the edge of his make-do bed with scratchy cushions that chafed his skin raw, and brushed his shaky fingers over his lips. âYeah? Is that the one you wanted?â he asked, grinning so wide his puffy sleep-deprived eyes nearly closed from the unbridled joy he felt watching his daughter tear into the Rockin Robot cassette player and recorder; a toy which had an attached microphone so she could record herself singing onto blank tapes. âWanna make music just like me?â
âYes! I love it!â
It didnât take long for Adrie to open her presents in the established orderâsmallest to largest. Stocking stuffers first, which she dumped out onto the pine-needled carpet, and snatched all the chocolates to put on the coffee table next to the plate of cookie crumbs and empty Looney Tunes mug. Tossed the pack of new socks and dress into a pile, but wore her pink rain boots. The talking Barney the Dinosaur doll, cassette recorder, and Barbie Fold ân Fun play house were placed aside for assembly and batteries later.
Wayne gathered the ribbons and bows she discarded to be saved for next year, and said, âOkay, Miss Adrie. Looks like you have one present left.â
The forest green bag with a portrait of Saint Nick sat propped against the tree, nearly as tall as Adrie when she stood and grabbed the handles. She peeked inside, and in one motion, dropped to the floor, and dislodged gift after gift. An eight-page book with reusable stickers she could move around to create scenes of dinosaurs roaming the land. A big box of 64 crayons with two coloring books. A plastic jewelry making kit. A puzzle. Containers of Play-Doh. And the very last item, turned over and shaken out from the bag, was a unicorn.
Adrie squealed, and swept the stuffed animal into her arms for a merciless hug. âHeâs so cute!â she said, burying her face in the powder blue fur.
Eddie stopped tracing his lips. Wayne tilted his head at the scene, confused.
Spotting a small red envelope amongst the torn newspaper her presents were wrapped in, Adrie picked it up, and mouthed out the handwriting she wasnât familiar with. âSanta left this for you.â Adrie held it out for Eddie to take.
Prying his gaze off the unexpected hoard, he accepted the envelope with his name on it, not uttering a word, nor reacting more than necessary. She bolted for her toys, and Wayneâs scrutiny was hot on the side of his expressionless face, watching him slide his finger under the corner of the flap and break the seal gently, avoiding tearing the paper.
He pulled out the card to reveal an illustration of two cardinals in a pine tree flocked with white glitter snow with a generic greeting on the front. Certain words were underlined in pen afterwards.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
He opened it to see if anything was written inside.
One glimpse.
He smashed the card closed and turned his face away from his uncle.
Collecting himself, Eddie sniffed and ran his knuckles along his jaw until he reached back and wrung his nape as he stood up, and walked to the coat hooks, slipping on his jacket and shoving his feet into his work boots without acknowledging his family.
âWhereâre youâ?â Wayne stared at his back in quiet bafflement.
âGoinâ out for a smoke,â he answered, and shut the door behind him.
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Tree branches stilled after the delicate breeze knocking them together ceased. Hungry dogs went inside for kibble and warm blankets. Kids stopped riding their bikes when their moms called their names. Humidity dampened the crisp air. Everything hushed.
Eddie sat on the frumpy loveseat on the porch built onto the trailer. His forearms laid on his thighs, and the card remained clapped between his palms. He took a shaky breath. Exhaled. Or tried, anyway, to breathe despite his nose stopping up.
He opened the card again and read the message spanning the entire blank space available.
merry christmas eddie,
i hope adrie likes the gifts!
i know itâs hard for you to find peace,
so i tried going for quiet things that would
keep her busy, like the puzzle. itâs double sided!
thatâll keep her entertained. and i loved
play-doh as a kid, so i hope she does
too. & i can get her more coloring books if
she doesnât like the animal ones. i know
Continued on the other sideâ
the bracelet kit says ages 7+ but maybe
you can supervise her. i remember having
one when i was little, before parents cared if
we choked on the beads.
SEASONS GREETINGS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR
if sheâs not still in her unicorn phase, spare me!
it was too cute to pass up.
anyway, please get lots of rest over the holidays.
you deserve to relax.
ââĄâ
  mouse
His daughter came dashing out the door, and ran up to him with her jacket flapping around her arms. He shoved the card under his thigh, and shifted his focus to zipping it up for her to silence his emotions from surfacing, not having the energy to risk shattering the facade of the morning by explaining why the unicorn she galloped up his leg meant more to him than it did her.
âYou like what Santa got you?â he asked, running a heavy hand over her hair.
âHe knew exactly what I wanted,â she rejoiced.
With the temperature dropped, and her boots shiny, she raced the stuffed animal up to his hip, and left him to babysit it while she played outside in the frozen-over yard.
Gladly, he tucked the unicorn companion under his arm as Wayne pushed open the squeaky side door and joined him.
Under normal circumstances, Wayneâs old man stoicism worked wonders on getting Eddie to talk. It was a sure thing. Heâd see him come home with red-rimmed eyes, or that far away gaze on the worser days, and he sat in earnest patience, knowing his nephew needed the cool down time to organize his thoughts, and then heâd explain what had him upset.
It worked less well in the years following the incident which led to Eddieâs ostracization from Hawkins, but he just had to be patient. It would work. Eventually. Just had to be patient.
And when his nephew refused to speak, Wayne sparked up a cigarette, and ventured, âI donât, uh, remember us buyinâ those last presents.â
âTheyâre from the receptionist at work,â Eddie stated. He didnât move his gaze from staring holes into the worn down floorboards, but he did sink back into the couch, combing his fingers through the unicornâs white mane.
âOh,â Wayne said in genuine surprise. âThat was nice of her.â
Treading carefully, his uncle spun his hand as he thought of the best way to approach the real conversation he wanted to have. âShe seems nice.. To you, and to Adrie.â
That was when Eddie shook his head. âI know where you're going with this,â he warned, absent of any real threat behind the words.
He went silent in stubbornness.
But Wayne just had to be patient.
âSheâs very.. uh.â Eddie sighed. He started again, this time looking up at the rusted awning as if it had all the answers to his love life woes. âSheâs very vibrant, yâknow? From the city, lives a big life, loves performing for people. She doesnât need a gray cloud like me hanging over her.â He laughed a hollow laugh, and bumped his shoulder into Wayneâs, pretending their conversation was of the light-hearted variety. Like admitting these things aloud didnât cause a devastating blow to his neglected self-esteem. âDoesnât need someone like me tying her down to a place like this.â
Wayne scanned the same trailer park in the same small town with the same curse of bearing the Munson name, but he viewed them with less disdain. Less animosity. âYou used to be vibrant too, kid. Used to always be talkinâ about your hobbies, playing music too loud, sittinâ out here with your guitar. Always bringing your friends over. What happened?â
Too many things happened, and they were not the kind he verbalized often, so Eddie chose the most obvious.
The corner of his mouth twitched at the joke flashing through his mind. He got in real close to Wayneâs face, raised his hand, and directed his attention. âMy vibrancyâs currently ruining her new shoes.â
Tracking his finger, Wayne slowly turned his head in time to see Adrie crack the ice barring her from a puddle, and stomped it into smithereens, sending mud up her pajama pants and into her pretty pink rain boots. She jumped, and jumped, and giggled, and jumped, all over her dadâs heart.
Satisfied, Eddie hugged the unicorn to his chest after making his point.
âHave you considered maybe she likes gray clouds? Or sheâs the type that looks forward to the rainy days?â
âWe can drop the weather analogies, Wayne,â he said in a curt tone, cutting off his uncle's incessantness. âItâs not that, anyway. I know she likes me, Iâm not that dense.â
Wayne didnât put much effort into keeping the humor out of his voice, âThen what are you being dense about?â The contemptuous head tilt and accompanying eye roll were earned, but not regretted.
âShe might be moving away at the end of summer.â
He took a long drag on his cigarette. âMight be?â
âShe doesnât know yet.â
He watched Eddieâs expression slacken to stark blankness againâface and posture wilting, weighed down by his fateâalready resigning on a relationship he hadnât yet given a chance. âDonât you want to at least try? I mean, you never know. What if sheâ?â
âDonât you think Iâve thought about that?â Eddie interrupted, growing annoyed at the topic and allowing it to seep into his temper. âDonât you think Iâve sat here, day after day, and thought about it from all angles? Over, and over.â He became more animated as he spat out questions rapid-fire. âWhat if she stays? What if she leaves? What if things work out? What if they donât? Do I deserve it even if itâs short term? Can I handle it when Adrie asks me why sheâs not around anymore? Like, fuck. Itâs all I think about. Constantly! Just again, and again. She could move back to New York and live her accomplished life without ever giving me another thought, but what if she doesnât want to go back? What if she wants to stick around? What if she wants to work with me at the garage forever, and we get married, and buy a small house with a white picket fence, and live out our textbook dream together with 2.5 kids and a dog. Who knows!â Done ranting, Eddie ended it in a full bodied shrug, and collapsed into the cushions, releasing the most cathartic, yet dramatic sigh Wayne had ever heard. âSheâs all I think about. Drives me insane.â
Wayne held out the pack of Camels to him, but it was rejected in a limp wave.
âI..â Eddieâs mouth hinged on the words, bottom lip quivering as the questions he posed washed over him as an exhausted, watery-eyed truth, âI didnât even realize how bad the stress had gotten until she just..â He motioned. âFixed it.â
Acknowledging the bitter reality, Wayne nodded. âYou are much nicer to be around since you two started hanging out.. Adrie sees it, too.â
Not that Eddie meant to be an asshole, but after grueling hours of hard labor, he had little tolerance for the arguments before bath time, or the meltdowns before school. Months prior, he was alongside his daughter, crying harder than she did when the smallest inconvenience set her off, ending with both of them huddled on the floor; one of them screaming to be understood, and the other in a hopeless heap of a man who reduced himself to a shitty father who couldnât do anything right, drowning under the pressure, anxiety, responsibility to not fuck up again.
Now, he was able to swim to the sun glimmering on the surface.
Wayne landed his rough palm atop Eddieâs untamed bedhead, and soothed him, âYou should give yourself a chance at something great. Iâll be here to pick up the pieces if it doesnât work out.â
Eddie sniffed, and wrung his lips to the side. âYou gonna pick up Adrieâs pieces too?â he asked softly.
âI will, son.â Despite the rocky times in their relationshipâthe slammed doors, the yelling matches, the coming home with a newborn and no money to afford baby formulaâWayne promised him, âWhatever it takes to make you happy. Iâll do it.â
The egg timer in the kitchen dinged.
âBreakfastâs ready,â he grunted, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray, and giving the quick-nod-with-a-flattened-smile older men were known for after confiding in one another, and he went inside.
There wasnât much time for Eddie to process the weight of his internal decision before Adrie was climbing onto the loveseat. And if she noticed she left a trail of mud up his pantâs leg on her way to kneeling beside him, she didnât care. All that mattered was her icicle skin melting in the warmth of his heavy arm wrapped around her middle; and effortlessly, she fell into the comfort of his embrace while working her hands beneath his hair, untucking it from his jacketâs collar, and hugging him back.
Eddie stashed the card in his pocket, and grabbed the unicorn by the back of its head, putting the nose to her cheek and pretending it was giving her kisses. âDid you have a good Christmas?â
âMhmm,â she hummed, pulling strands of his curls around her fingers while her cold nose was pressed to his throat. âCan Miss Mouse come over to play?â
âNot today. Sheâs busy with her own celebrations.â
It was weird how calmly he could answer her. No twisted tongue sitting in his mouth like lead, no tensed stomach from an assault of nerves, no racing thoughts of you and Adrie becoming too close before he was ready to disappoint her. The fear was still there, of course. But he didnât dread it. He held his daughter tucked against his body, and whispered into the unruly hair she inherited, âBut she will soon, okay?â
âYay!â She showed her excitement by constricting her arms around him in a perfect vice.
He wedged the unicorn between them and scooped her onto his hip. âWhat say you, Princess Adrienne? Shall we go in for a bit of Christmas morning casserole, and partake in reindeer games after getting you into your winter attire? Hmm?â She wasnât responding. âAdrie?â
Her mouth was hung open, and her hand out, palm turned upward, making a grabby motion at something over his shoulder.
Eddie listened to her, and turned.
Snow fell, fell, fell from the low hanging clouds smudging the sky in shades of gray, bestowing the trailer park with fat flakes drifting beyond the safety of the porch, melting onto the dead grass and brushing past his carâs mirror. Pretty, pretty things of childlike magic Adrie caught on her fingertips. Special things floating to the edge of the wobbly floorboards, and sticking to his hair for her to laugh at.
âI love you,â he said in a kiss to her bitter cold cheek.
âLove you too, Daddy,â she replied in the same fashion, with an additional kiss from the unicorn to the tip of his nose.
Doors around the trailer park opened. Wide eyes of wonder gazed up, and around, searching for friends to celebrate with. Eddie felt exposed in his all black outfit against the growing landscape of white. They were looking at him. Judging him. Munson. But, unlike any other day, the desire to bolt from their intrusive stares dwindled with each graze of his thumb over the card in his pocket.
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no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | viii.
Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.
Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
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A wretched whimper flies from your mouth as Coriolanusâ hips buck into yours mercilessly. His balls squish into your ass with each of his deep, cruel thrusts. The bed rattles with his frenzied motions, the mattress squeaking beneath your bodies. To your utter despair, every time his cock grazes your sensitive spots, stars twinkle in your vision, your toes flexing and your mind blanking from maddening pleasure. Itâs like heâs right at home in your cunt, your warm walls welcoming his thick girth with ease, your body keening in both agony and bliss.
Your head lolls against the soft pillows, your bound arms limp above you. Youâre spread-eagled as he ruts into you, the thin, white nightgown bunched around your waist leaving you completely exposed to his ravenous gaze.Â
Your throat is raw from all the screaming and sobbing. Your body is sore and worn-out from Coriolanusâ rough handling. And your mind is numb with fear and pain, no thoughts wandering through it as you peer up at the ceiling.
His fingers travel to your tender bud, plucking at the sensitive place, drawing relentless patterns until you grow slick and hot, the room growing hazy around you. Your legs tense and tremble, liquid fire spreading through your body. Your eyes roll back, the air faltering in your lungs. The orgasm quakes through you, fast and hard, and your walls cling to Coriolanusâ cock in response. He purrs in delight. A wave of shame and horror sweeps through you.
Your own body will not stop betraying you. Coriolanus knows exactly which chords to strike to make you sing for him, the chill-inspiring symphony of your own voice warping in stolen bliss resonating in your ears.
You almost find yourself wishing heâd just use you and be done with it. Instead, he appears adamant to have you come around him as many times as possible.
If it could simply endâŠ
But youâve stopped hoping for that hours ago. Every plea spilling from your tongue is just an incentive for him to rain more hurt upon you. Each time you beg, the fingers around your throat squeeze more tightly. Every time you complain, his thrusts grow more animalistic.
Itâs like heâs trying to fuck the fight out of you, push out every shred of willpower with his cock.
And perhaps heâs succeeded. Because as you lie beneath him, there is not an ounce of hope remaining inside you.
Itâs not like Coriolanus will let you simply walk away after this, after he exerted so much effort to mark every inch of your flesh, after he ruined you for every other man, including your own fiancĂ©.
His hips stutter as his pace slows, his cock dragging out of you sluggishly. The hand around your neck slackens, traveling to your chest to cup your breast.
His head falls into the crook of your neck as he nears his peak. Youâve learnt to recognize the signs now. His flushed cheeks. His hollow breaths. The way his thick lashes flutter right before he comes undone.
He thrusts inside you deeply one last time. Your eyes widen, your back arching as tingles dance through your core.
You and Coriolanus come apart together.
A throaty moan climbs up his throat. He spills inside you, like heâs done all night long. The sticky excess trickles down your thigh.Â
When heâs done, a heavy breath flows from his lips and tickles your neck. Still nestled in your wet heat, he trails soft kisses alongside your throat. You shudder. For some time, the blonde stays like this, seeming to bask in the feeling of your core fluttering around him, your skin flush against his, your soft breaths mingling with his. Eventually, he rises.Â
You lie unmoving on the sheets, feeling dead inside. You blink. Thereâs a lot more light in the room now, you realize.
The morning light illuminates his naked form, dancing over his bare muscles. His blonde locks glow like spun gold in the sunlight. Your stomach lurches.
How can someone this beautiful have such a hollow heart?
The muscles of his back ripple as he stretches his neck. He strolls to the closet and pulls out a crimson silk robe that he tosses on himself.
He circles back to the bed.
You tense when he bends over you, expecting the torment to start anew. Trembling, you close your eyes.
He unleashes a heavy sigh, the click of the handcuffs being unlocked reaching you.
âItâs alright, princess,â he says. You gasp, opening your eyes. He seizes your untied wrists, his thumbs sweeping over the swollen dents on your flesh. You flinch at his touch. His forehead creases. âIâm sorry it came to this. If only you hadnât been so difficult.â
He leans to drop a tender kiss on your cheek. He strokes the crown of your head. Your hair is a matted mess. You must look a fright.
âIâll have a bath drawn for you. Itâll make you feel better,â he chimes, your heart bouncing when he suddenly gets to his feet. He ties the silk belt of the robe to cover his nakedness and strides out of the room.
You note that he doesnât lock it. Should you make a run for it, part of you faintly wonders.Â
Perhaps, you could try to rush down the stairs and reach the front door. Then what? Too many people stand between you and freedom. Even Tigris, who betrayed you. Sheâd send you right back to her cousin. Back for more punishment you doubt youâll be able to withstand.
You bring your knees to your chest and huddle against the headboard.
William crosses your mind. What must he think? You sent him away, you avoided him. He must be so confused. Maybe he even hates you now. And your parentsâŠThey have to be wondering where you are by now. The thought of causing them any stress or worry makes your chest ache. They donât deserve that, especially after what theyâve been through these last few months.
The door opens and several maids carrying pots enter the room. They empty steaming water into the clawfoot tub near the wall. They then scatter rose petals and a few drops of essential oils in the water. You observe them absently. Even from where you sit, the head-spinning smell of flowers and oils reaches you.
âI need to go to the bathroom,â you announce to the maid.
She tosses you a skeptical look. âMaster Coriolanus said-â
âWould you rather I soil myself like a child?â you snap, your tone more strident than you intended. Wide-eyed, you burst out an exhale. You donât remember ever sounding this angry. But the emotion had been building for a while inside you. All the hurt, the ire is making your overwrought edges crack at the seams. And now, youâre overflowing.Â
You doubt youâll ever be the same. Whoever you were before has forever been altered.
The maid stiffens. âNo, miss.â
Your brows twitch when you climb off the bed, pain thrumming through your body.
The sticky sensation between your legs makes your insides clutch in horror.
You stagger through the bedroom, knees threatening to buckle with every shaky step.
The maid trails after you as you go outside. Stepping outside the room feels forbidden. You dread to find him hiding in a corner, ready to chastise you for wandering without his permission.
Even in the toilet, you hardly get any privacy, the maid lingering by the door the entire time. You feel self-conscious as you empty your bladder, the dripping of water awkwardly filling the silence. As soon as you get out, she leads you right back to the room.
Your heart jumps.
Coriolanus is back. Heâs casually sitting on the bed, one knee bent, the silk robe barely covering his nakedness. The maid flushes hotly, a string of apology pouring from her mouth before she takes her leave. The door slams shut behind you and you tremble.
He approaches you, his strides smooth and his eyes on you sharp. He gauges your shivering form. Your lips tighten as you stand still, so dizzy with fear you feel as if you might pass out any minute. He tugs on the string of your nightgown. The sheer fabric loosens around your chest. He pulls down the sleeves. The material pools at your feet, leaving you completely exposed. Goosebumps erupt on your flesh, from the cool air or the intensity of his cobalt stare; you canât say.
He hoists you in his arms. You donât resist, falling limp in his embrace. He gingerly places you in the bathtub. Ribbons of steam float around you as you sink into the warm water.
The potent smell of the oils has your mind swirling.
He sheds his robe. Your breath is caged inside your lungs, fluttering like a bird struggling to get free, while you gape at him.Â
He climbs inside the tub. You freeze, stiff as a board when he settles behind you. His large body encases yours. His chest grazes your back. He pulls you against him and despite the warmth surrounding you, a chill travels through you.
His breath flows over your scalp.
âYouâre not speaking to me.â
You let out a wry laugh. âWhat is there to say, Coriolanus?â
âNo more Coryo?â His light, teasing inflection causes your hackles to rise. You recoil when his knuckles skim over your cheek.
âI know I said some bad things last night. I didnât mean them, I was just so angry.â He pauses, placing his thumbs at the base of your neck. Sincerity vibrates in his tone as he continues. âThe night of the party. IâŠI may have done some things, but it was because you confessed how you felt about me all these years. I guess you felt safe enough around me to admit it.âÂ
Doubts creep inside you. That night is a blur, most of it an all too vivid nightmare you could only retrieve distorted glimpses of. Still, you remember doing shots and laughing with Coriolanus and his friends. Liquor made your tongue looser that night. And you may have shared certain secrets with him you wouldnât have otherwise.Â
Perhaps there was even talk of a childhood crush many years ago.
Heat sneaks inside your cheeks.
âYouâre remembering it now, arenât you?â he hums, stroking your hair.
âMaybeâŠI donât knowâŠâ
He chuckles softly. âYou are.âÂ
His damp locks brush against your cheek when he rests his chin on your shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist below the water.
âThen we got into that room.â All the hairs on your body stand on end. His voice lowers, whisper-soft. âI wasnât planning to do anything at first but you looked so tempting and I couldnât resist. I know itâs not right but I couldnât stop myself, princess. I realizedâŠI felt something for you too. Something I couldnât fight or ignore.â
Your lip quakes. Confusion twirls in your mind with his words, a weakness you thought buried long ago unfurling within you. A younger you would have died if Coriolanus said such things before. You remember when you were little, hanging to every word spilling from his tongue, flustered every time his eyes would find yours in school.
Frowning, youâre yanked back to reality by the press of his pillowy lips on your neck.
Right. The picture of the beautiful boy with gilded locks and bright blue eyes slowly chars in your mind, curling and twisting until itâs a pile of smoking ashes.
Coriolanus isnât a little boy anymore. And youâre not a little girl.
Itâs time to grow up.
Your mouth tightens. âYou hurt me.â
âWell, you hurt me too,â he instantly replies.
Water and petals ripple around you when you rapidly whirl in the tub.
âWhat?â
His fingers seize your chin, his heated gaze enthralling yours.
âThe things you said about Sejanus. That was cruel.â
"I d-didnât-â you stammer.
Coriolanus doesnât let you finish, squeezing your jaw as you wince.
âHe really was my friend. The only real one I ever had.â His eyes flicker, his voice trembling ever-so-slightly. âPerhaps not at first, but in the endâŠIf you donât believe me, believe this at least, princess. I wouldnât be who I am without your brother. I owe him for that.â His thumb traces your shuddering mouth. âNo one but me can understand the depth of your loss, princess. Not even William. Iâve seen how he is with you. He doesnât see you. He doesnât understand you, not in the way I do.â
He cups your cheeks, looming over you. âYouâve put on a happy front for him, havenât you? Even if griefâs been eating you up inside. Every second of every dayâŠright?â
You blink furiously, chest igniting as he speaks. Confused thoughts collide into each other in your head. His words ache, but not because of all the awful things he didâŠbut because they ring somewhat true. You have lied to William. You have smiled, laughed and shoved away your pain in order to not push him away. He was your sunshine and youâve been afraid your dark clouds would dim his glow. Youâve pretended, with him, and with everyone else.
Coriolanus is the first person you havenât needed to wear a mask with, your scars and wounds always in full display around him. You could talk to him for hours, sharing stories and anecdotes about your brother without fear of judgment. You could confess how much it still hurt, how you werenât sure youâd ever manage to stitch back the torn pieces of your heart, that it felt like a piece of you shriveled and died with him.
Your own parents wouldnât hear any of it, too cloistered in denial.
âCoryoâŠâ
When you try to turn away from him, he lifts your head so youâre forced to drown in a sea of dizzying blue.
âYouâd never have to pretend with me,â he promises. You unleash a shaky exhale. You hate that he sounds sincere. Tears rush behind your eyes, hanging precariously beneath your lashes. Coriolanus plucks at them, gentle and meticulous in collecting each one that spills.
His deep voice comes out calm as he says matter-of-factly, âI think, when the time is right and youâve gathered yourself, we should tell your parents.â
You gasp. âTell my parents what?â
He smirks.
âAbout our engagement, of course.â
The blood drains from your body, all of it seeming to plummet to your feet.
âAre you crazy?â you whisper, shock snagging the air from your lungs.
His lips expand to a wolfish grin as he cradles your face.
âCome on, princess. Be reasonable.â His gaze travels along your naked frame. You tremble. âAfter all, what man will want you now?â He snickers. âEven your beloved William. Do you truly think heâll want you back when I tell him all the filthy things Iâve done to you, and how you clenched around me every time, desperate for more?â Dread grips your chest, your face set ablaze by his arguments.
He tilts his head, his expression smug.
âI could have any girl I want, but Iâve chosen you. So reallyâŠIâm the one doing you a favor.â
Coriolanus studies you for a while before adding, âBesides, half the Capitol already knows about us.â
Shock trickles inside you. âI thought you saidâŠâ
He shrugs, smiling. âI know what I said but ClemensiaâŠshe could never keep her big mouth shut.â Your chin lowers. He bends over your ear to mumble, âHow do you think that would look, princess? Parading around with another man when everyone knows youâve been in my bed.â Your heart misses a beat. âAppearances are everything in the Capitol. A single word in the right ear can make or break you. Youâd disgrace William, and your parents.â Coriolanus gives a long sigh, his finger outlining your shaking jaw. âIs this really what you want? For them to suffer even more after Sejanus?â
âNoâŠâ you quaver, heavy breaths bursting from your throat.
He plants a soft kiss in the crook of your neck.
âExactly. So let me take care of you. Let me protect you. Let me cherish you. Just give yourself to me, princess, and I promise you everything will be easier.â
Your mouth opens and shuts, ache bleeding from your chest. You find it hard to argue with him now, each of his honeyed words chipping at your resolve and confidence.
Perhaps you were mistaken all along. Perhaps you are right where you need to be, away from the people you could hurt, and right besides the one person who gets you the most. And as much as it tears you apart to admit, that person might be Coriolanus.
Youâre not sure of anything anymore.Â
He pulls you in for a kiss, sluggish at first, then deep and hungry. As he explores your mouth, feverish tongue sweeping over yours, you donât fight back. He hums, licking his swollen lips, as he parts from you.
âI have business in the city so come down for breakfast with Tigris and Grandmaâam when youâre ready,â he chimes.
Water splashes when he heaves out of the tub. Droplets drip onto the carpet as he makes his way to the bed to grab his silk robe.
Once dressed, he returns to you and fondles the back of your head, crouching near the tub.
âIâm not closing the door because I want to give you a chance to prove to me what a sweet, obedient girl you can be, just like youâve been this entire morning. Donât disappoint me. I donât want to have to use the handcuffs again.â
He drops a fleeting peck atop your head before rising.
âI know we can move past this, princess,â he says cheerfully as he leaves.
For a span of time that stretches like an eternity, you do not move.
You stare at a random spot on the wall in front of you vacantly. The water turns cold around you. Your skin prunes.
The bathwater is freezing by the time you finally exit the tub.
Numbly, you get dressed and drag your feet downstairs.
You find Tigris in her chair by the window.Â
As soon as she sees you, a panicked expression overtakes her features. She rushes to you and wraps you in a tight hug.
Dumbfounded, you blink at her when she releases you.
Her amber orbs glisten with unshed tears.
âIâm sorry. For everything,â she says, worry swimming in her eyes as she takes you in.
You shake your head. âWhat are you talking about, Tigris?â
A quaking breath leaves her as her hand flies to cover her mouth. She wipes a wayward tear and gathers herself. Peering right at you, she reveals, âLast night, I heardâŠâ She blanches, swallowing hard. âI-Iâm not sure what I heard. But I know it wasnât good.â
Your jaw hangs slack. You wonder what thoughts ran through her mind and how bad it must have sounded to make her change her mind. Guilt bleeds in her tone. âI really really had hope for Coriolanus.â She squeezes your hands as her voice breaks. âI thought thatâs what you were for him. His hope.â
No response flows from your lips. How ironic. Itâs what you thought Coriolanus was to you. A shred of hope you sorely needed after the loss of your brother.
If you werenât so numb, you might burst out in laughter.
Tigris grabs your hand and ushers you to the front door of the penthouse. You donât react as she fumbles with the keys and opens it.
The two of you take the elevator down to the lobby.
When the elevator opens, she races to the exit door and you follow quietly behind her.
She pushes the door open.
A cool gust of wind sneaks inside the lobby from outside.
Shivers bloom on your skin.
âI called a car for you. Itâll take you home straight away.â
You look ahead. There is indeed a car parked out front. Tigris tosses concerned glances inside the building.
âYou need to be quick before the staff notices I opened the door for you.â She gives you a little shove when she notices youâre not moving. âWhat are you waiting for?â she whispers urgently.
âIâŠI donât know.â You peer down at your wrists. The marks left by the handcuffs are still embedded into your flesh. âI donât knowâŠâ you repeat, stunned to realize how disturbingly true your words ring.
You look at the car again. Your ticket to freedom. It could take you back home. You could be ensconced in the familiar warmth of your own sheets in less than an hour.
Thereâs just one infinitesimal issueâŠ
You genuinely arenât sure you even should, or want to go back home.
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35 Humiliating Questions for Adult Babies from @enby-foxx W/ 35 humiliating answers from @ittybittyemmyy
Q. 1. How often should you be diapered?
A. 1 24/7 I'm a stress and urge incontinent bed wetting babie if not diapered beds and pants get wet.
Q. 2. Do you want your underwear cut up?
A. 2..No ! I need some to pretend I'm a big girl and put over my pullups at workies !
(My Daddy should please cut up my panties and put me in my place. Babies=no panties)
Q. 3. Do people in diapers get to decide when they cum?
A. 3. Um... I'm not supposed to... Daddy says that's a choice only adults make for dumb babies but if that's the case maybe he shouldn't leave Mr. Buzzy in the baby's reach and should lock him up in a box to keep him safe
Q. 4. Should anyone in diapers be looked at in a sexual manner?
A. 4.I fink so! Adult Babies by their Daddies or mommies yeah! We sexy in diapees right? Especially stinky ones ! *giggles*
Q. 5. Should you be allowed to use the toilet?
A. 5. At workies I get too but when home I'm not allowed unless under a thick diapee
Q. 6. Do you drool on yourself?
A. 6 Hmpf... No.! ( Sometimes )
Q. 7. Do you rub your diaper when no one is looking?
A. 7 ..... it just feels so soft and squishy! How am I not supposed to touch it?!
Q. 8. Do you like to waddle in your diapers?
A. 8 I love wearing big thick diapers and being forced to crawl only toddlers get to waddle.... I'm a babie and babies crawl....
Q. 9. Do you want everyone to know you wear diapers?
A. 9 It Is a dream for everyone I meet and know to know about it and accept me, and treat me as such and I'm pretty open about being a little but don't force it upon no one
Q. 10. Is potty training too hard for you, stupid?
A. 10 Hush.... I just never got it's okay!
Q. 11. Should you be allowed on the furniture?
A. 11 Um yeah if Daddys checking my diapee while I'm up there so I don't leaks on da couch!
Q. 12. Do you like being a smelly baby?
A. 12I wuv being a smelly babie my stinky diapees make my headspace stronger đ€
Q. 13. Does your house smell like piss?
A. 13 Nope I carpet clean if I leaks on da floor and change sheets and the mattress protector every time I has an accident! Abdls don't have to = being gross and unhygienic
Q. 14. Do you prefer dry diapers or full diapers?
A. 14 Full diapees are more fun to squish!
Q. 15. Do you like to wear plastic panties?
A. 15 They are cute but all pairs I have tried have been so big on me they go up to my Chest
Q. 16. Do you need your diaper checked?
A. 16 All day every day atleast 2 changies a day
Q. 17. Do you make humpies in your diaper?
A. 17 If no one's looking...maybe.... it FEELS GOOD
Q. 18. Do you like messy diapers?
A. 18 Messy diapers are so warm and are the best to make humpies in..... ask my stuffie doug..
Q. 19. How thick do you like your diapers?
A. 19 To the point I can't walk and have to only crawl around like the dumb infant I am
Q. 20. Are you diapered right now?
A. 20 I'm 24/7 so yes !
Q. 21. Who should be allowed to check your diaper?
A. 21 Only my Daddy and other grown ups Daddy trusts to do so as well
Q. 22. Whenâs the last time you leaked?
A. 22 Um the other day I leaked through my diapee and leggings at the store..
Q. 23. Should you be allowed to change your diaper whenever you want?
A. 23 No babies don't get to choose when they need a diaper change. It teaches obedience
Q. 24. Do you like to bounce on your diapered bottom?
A. 24. I wuv being bounced on my Daddys knee in my diapees! It is so fun!!
Q. 25. Do you like diapers more than sex?
A. 25 Um maybe.... idk diaper sex is cool. Best of both worlds.
Q. 26. Did you make pushies today?
A. 26 Nope ! Daddy said If I don't soon he's gonna gimme a suppositumory I dunno what dat means but no stinkies for Emmy!
Q. 27. Why do you wear diapers?
A. 27 I have wore diapees all my life I never took to potty training at night and I have kidney damage due to trauma that made me lose control of my bladder at 16 it just makes me more calm and just makes sense for me to be diapered rather than laughing and peeing my pants in public
Q. 28. Do you want to be a bedwetter?
A. 28 I am one and have been all my life
Q 29. Do you use a bottle?
A. 29 when I can I don't like big cups I spill when trying to drink from them!
Q. 30. What embarrassing things do you like to be called?
A. 30 Daddy calls me stinky, princess, his pee baby, Pee butt, potty pants, his soggy girl ect and I wuv dem all they make me blushy and giggle he's so siwwy
Q. 31. Do you enjoy being restrained?
A. 31 It Is a fun time I just got a pair of segufix locking booties but, I want a @straitjacketshopcom jacket and booties, I'm also a rope bunny....
Q. 32. Do you enjoy doing as your told?
A. 32 Not really but if it makes Daddy happy I will
Q. 33. How much would you love to be humiliated daily for being an adult baby
A.33 Every day of my life I wanna know I'm less than every other grown up and that I didn't mature like them. I'm just a babie
Q. 34. Whatâs the longest youâre willing to go being diapered 24/7?
A.34 Well I've been 24/7 my whole life so far so the rest of it too?
Q. 35. Whatâs more humiliating than being an adult baby?
A. 35 Ummm I honestly don't know really but fitting toddler pullups cause I'm so small probably takes the cake...
#ab/dl community#adult toddler#diaper dependent#incontinent#ab/dl diaper#bed wetter#daddys little one#pottypants#adult diaper lover#diaper pee
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