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Per Ardua Ad Astra - THOSE ABOUT TO DIE Chapter Two

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Summary: After a whole month in Rome, she was starting to like her life in the city, though she never stopped longing for her homeland, and her brothers. She prayed they would be reunited one day but when Aelius - the sailor that got her on the merchant's ship - reappeared, it perturbed the great day that she was having, after Tenax allowed her to attend games at the Circus Maximus. And health complication made for a very painful few days afterwards. But as she always did, she endured.

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Warnings: title means "through adversity/struggle to the stars" // Those about to die (no spoilers yet), 1st person (somewhat unreliable narrator - doesn't mean that she lies about the events, just that it's her recollection/perception of them), blood/abortion, mention of SA and murder

On the 28th of August 75 CE, about a month after I arrived in Rome, - and exactly a month and 9 days after I got stuck on that boat -, there were gamed held at the Circus Maximus, on the occasion of a festival for the God Sol and the Goddess Luna, where all the races would take place. These games were started with a parade in the city, which I learned was called the pompa circensis. I thought I’d have to beg Tenax to let me attend the parade and the games, but it actually didn’t take a lot of convincing. I merely asked and he told me to go, pretending not to care about it. I didn't know if he cared or not but, in any case, I got to wander around the city on my own, taking in the cheerfulness and excitement of the crowd. I couldn’t believe that I would feel this much joy after what I went through to get there but I welcomed it. I followed the Romans to the Circus Maximus, bought myself a ticket and ran up the stairs to get a nice seat in the stands, watching the athletic events and beasts hunts and cheered for the chariot races. I leapt to my feet and everyone in the stadium chanted Scorpus’ name after he won. He waved at us and gave me a smile after crossing eyes with me – I was in the lower stands, right above the stall he stopped by.

“Ah, my favorite Spaniard.” I chuckled, the smile on my face getting even bigger as I leaned over the railing to talk to him as the stablehands brought the horses back inside. He got off his chariot, handing the reins to a stablehand.

“You were incredible.”

“I am, after all, the great Scorpus, but – Fortuna blesses me with your support.” He brought a hand to his heart and then blew me a kiss. He knew his worth and wasn’t shy to show his confidence. I liked Scorpus. He made me laugh with his manners, and he was very handsome. I really liked him. Everytime we spoke, there were only a couple of thoughts going on in my head; that he was, as I said, handsome and that his accent was beyond attractive. I now realize I probably – definitely – romanticized him too much. I didn’t care that he was a drunk, and I was oblivious to the fact he was constantly meeting with prostitutes. I saw these men and women on the streets but never thought much of them, and Tenax understandably forbade me from going to places remotely close to pleasure houses. I wasn’t interested in those places anyway.

Tenax stepped out and looked up at me, “How are you enjoying the games?”

“Greatly. The games are just – amazing!” I glanced at the thousands of people sat all around the stadium. Tenax looked glad I was having such a great time.

I was really starting to get used to life in Rome, working for Tenax; taking bets, serving clients at the tavern and prepping horses with Gavros before the races. It got me running around quite a lot. The stables were a couple of kilometres away from the tavern and the entrance of the stadium. I also came to realize, rather quickly, that Tenax wasn’t as heartless and impassible as he made it seem, but I was quite content to be on his good side because I knew this wasn’t entirely an act either, if he held a grudge against you or you owed him something – you were screwed. I didn’t see anything like that happen – it happened in the shadows, and I was not meant to know anything about his business and clearly, I wasn’t going to ask about it – but I saw the men who worked for him, sometimes leaving the tavern after talking to Tenax.

They were nice to me and all, but I could imagine them tracking down some guy for Tenax, following the through the streets, at the dead of night. I would lie in my bed, in the corner of the room at the back of his flat, and look at the moon outside the window when I knew Tenax wasn’t home because he was out and about and I imagined what was the issue, but I was so tired from running around all day, I always fell asleep quickly, woken up by the sunlight, or if I turned in my sleep and rolled on my wrong shoulder. We were busy during the day – there were a few dozens of races every week. Festivals like this happened as often as races, but such grand circus games happen on specific occasions like that day, and it was one of the few times I attended such events alongside the citizens of Rome. I would usually be at the betting tavern and then watch the races through small opening in the stalls’ doors with Tenax. At the midday break, people went out of the stadium to eat – most went to the Forum a little further and a few dozen people filled Tenax’s tavern and so I worked for a bit. I didn’t mind – I was happy to move a bit after sitting for so long. The thrill of the games made me quite efficient I must say.

“Wine please.”

“Here.” I turned around, carafe in hand, my gaze following my hands as I poured the drink in the man’s cup. I froze when he wrapped his hand around my wrist suddenly, some wine spilling on the table. The gasp I let out was drowned out by the ambient loudness of the tavern. When the man said my name, I finally looked at him and I was in shock.

“Aelius—” I couldn’t believe it was him.

“I saw you in the parade… I’d been looking for you. Oh, Gods, Aldea – I am so sorry for what happened, I— they threw me in the holds the whole day, and then I learned that you were locked in the captain's cabin...” I felt his apologies were genuine and he felt guilty about what happened, but I did not want to have that conversation with him there and then. This whole ordeal was something I wanted to forget and the mere sight of him was just reminding me of it. He was the living reminder that I left my family for a stupid reason – because I thought I loved him. I wanted him gone and I was getting frustrated and angry with myself for just standing there and letting him go on. “Aldea, I heard you scream that night – the whole crew heard it.”

I spoke, but it was barely a whisper, “please, let go of me.” I tried to yank his hand away but did so quite weakly and my arm was just pulled back towards him. It made me lean forward. The garment I wore over my dress, wrapped around my shoulder and secured with a brooch to hide the sling in which my arm was still in at the time, fell a little and showed the top of said sling and my drooping shoulder. It was quite obvious that something was wrong – it looked like I had no collarbone except for a bump in the middle of the swollen area. I saw his eyes fall on my shoulder and managed to free myself from his grip – though his grip wasn’t actually that tight – and I straightened up, pulling back my garment and was about to walk away when he stood up to stop me. I saw the worry in his eyes, but I didn’t want any of it.

“I knew he must have hurt you. I should have done something… I wanted to go find you, when they took you to be sold as a slave in Rome but – I couldn’t. Then I heard you’d been bought by this man, this Tenax, a criminal. I needed to check on you.”

“Please, just leave.” I looked around, searching for Tenax desperately. I didn’t feel in any danger – Aelius would never hurt me – but I wanted him gone. That was the only thing I could think about as I tried to not listen to what he was saying – it was too painful to hear and be reminded of. Then I saw him near the betting desk, in the distance. He was looking in my direction and saw the man in front of me, his hand on my arm. He didn’t know what was happening, but he did not look happy about it and I couldn’t tell which of us his displeasure was directed at. “I have to go. Just leave.” I avoided looking at Aelius and made my way towards Tenax, almost running into a man that was getting out of his seat. Aelius took a few steps after me, but I saw, from the corner of my eye, one of Tenax’s men blocking him and pushing him in the other direction. Once I reached Tenax and looked back, both of them were gone. I just hoped Aelius wouldn’t fight back and get hurt.

“Who was this?” He enquired.

“It’s just – it’s the sailor who got me on the merchant’s boat.”

“Tell me his name.” I was reluctant to tell him at first, knowing he might hurt for whatever reason, but I figured rather quickly that he would find that piece of information even if I wasn’t the one to give it to him.

“Aelius.”

“Go home. Go.” He insisted, repeating themselves after I didn’t move at first but I didn’t wait for him to raise his voice again and left the betting tavern, walking back to the apartment without stopping. Claudia opened the door, and I simply told her that Tenax sent me home for the afternoon. I saw she wanted to tell me something and thought she was going to ask about why he had sent me home, so I changed the subject before she even brought it up and told her about the games and that I was happy Tenax allowed me to attend but her face stayed the same throughout my brief monologue and I went quiet. She looked concerned. Her question took me aback.

“When did you last bleed?”

“I, uh… I don’t– I don’t know, uh—” I really thought about it and came to the realization that the last time I bled was almost two months ago and I froze for a second, staring into space, before daring to look up at Claudia. “In the beginning of Julius, I think.”

“Two months ago. I was beginning to wonder. You might be pregnant.”

“What? I—” My voice faded, as if my breath had been taken away.

“Were you taken advantage of? On that merchant's boat.” Claudia’s disdain for that man transpired in her voice as she mentioned him and though I was uncomfortable, it reassured me to see that she wasn’t angry with me.

I swallowed harshly, looking down at my feet, “Yes.”

“Stay here.” She left me in the apartment, and I locked the door behind her. I waited, anxiously, walking back and forth in the kitchen, glancing towards the bedroom doors, open. I glanced at the front door, no one was climbing up the stairs. Claudia had been gone for a little while and would still be gone for at least twice as long. I stepped towards Tenax’s room, quietly, as if someone was going to hear me and I looked around the room. A bed against the wall, a few furnitures. It was modest but quite nice – the whole flat was quite nice though much smaller than what I was used to back in Spain, where I lived in a nice house in the valley, built by my family, by my grandfather. I loved that house. I rushed back to the door, jumping on my tiptoes and opened – Claudia was back, with a small pouch in her hands. She went to boil some water and crushed a bunch of leaves and other things together and put them in the water. I watched her from the dining table after she told me to sit down and she poured the tea in a cup and placed it in front of me, telling me to let it cool down a little and drink it – all of it – and so I did. I had no idea what it was, but I figured it was something to stop my pregnancy and I wasn’t going to turn it down. I didn’t want to risk having the merchant’s baby, and even if it was Aelius’ baby, I didn’t want it. I feared Tenax would throw me out if I were to have a baby, and in truth, I was terrified. My mother died giving birth to my brother Elia and knowing that I would get married and have children of my own one day, it caused me to have a crippling fear of pregnancy and childbirth.

Claudia then warned me I would bleed profusely, and have painful cramps, but it was necessary, and temporary. I would have to endure, and I knew I could. I found out I was especially enduring, even though I’d have preferred to not have to. I followed her to the room we shared, and she placed a bucket by my bed and told me to sit over it once cramping started, to avoid making a mess with the blood. I didn’t ask any questions, didn’t say anything and would do as she asked. I trusted her with this – I had to. I lied on my bed for a couple of hours. I felt some discomfort but wasn’t bleeding yet. She gave me another cup of the tea she brewed and threw the rest out of the window. Two more hours later, the discomfort turned into the painful cramps she told me about and I moved to the bucket, pressing my hand against my stomach, leaning my back against the bed. I pursed my lips inwards, closing my eyes shut, wincing from the pain as I tried to be quiet. My whole body grew hot and I was shaking, chills running down my spine. I couldn’t even press too hard against my stomach as my hand, and the rest of my body, felt weak so I bent forward, my hand flat between my thighs and abdomen. I heard when Tenax came home. Claudia was in the kitchen, preparing his dinner and I heard them speak as he sat down at the table. He was asking about me and Claudia told him I wasn’t feeling well. I was indisposed for another couple of days before I stopped bleeding altogether and felt well enough to stand up. Claudia brought me some food, mostly liquid as I couldn't stomach most of it. She then took care of the bucket after she made me some food and I ate, knowing that the time when Tenax would ask about what was going on would come. And I would have to be honest. He came home later in the afternoon and Claudia went to open the door while I stood in the kitchen, my back to the wall. He looked at me, after not seeing me for a little over 2 days.

“Claudia, leave us.” She obliged and went in our room. He told me to sit, and I didn’t dare say anything, or look directly in his eyes, so I sat down. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Tell me what’s been going on.” His tone was firm, but not especially harsh and she didn’t understand whether he was angry, annoyed, or something else. I parted my lips, quiet for a few seconds, taking a shaky breath. I finally met his gaze – though briefly – after he prompted me to speak up.

“I was pregnant. Claudia gave me something to— get rid of it. I don’t– I don’t know if it was Aelius’ or—” I swallowed harshly, cutting myself off. Tenax was listening, not saying anything. I had no idea what was going through his head. I wouldn’t look at him again. “or the merchant’s. He didn’t just break my shoulder—”

“I heard enough. Have you eaten?”

“Yes.”

“Go. Rest.” I nodded and went in the room where Claudia was waiting for our conversation to be over. She left as I came in, patting my shoulder on her way out. I went straight to bed, facing the wall and cried, covering my mouth with my hand. The week was ending on a quite emotional and painful note. I returned to work the next day. It seemed Gavros and Scorpus knew I had been ‘sick’ and so did the kids. The latter were especially happy to see me again and quite literally ran to me. This warm welcome brought me some joy finally and I smiled, telling them I was well now. Things went back to normal. I didn’t talk about it, and neither did Tenax, until a couple days later, I was at the desk taking bets when a hooded man came up to me – it was Aelius again. I took a step back, but he motioned for me to come closer to talk to me. I wouldn’t listen to him, but he insisted, and I sighed.

“Speak. But then, please, leave and never come back.” I walked behind a curtain, and he followed me, so he could tell me whatever he wants to tell me before Tenax saw him and kicked him out again.

“That day I came to see you – Tenax had me followed.” I sighed, knowing this would have happened. “Those two men cornered me in an alley. They wanted to know my boss’ name, and location – which I gave them... He was found dead this morning.”

I stared at him, in disbelief, “He’s dead?”

“You see, now, what this Tenax does? He has people followed, beat up and murdered. He’s a criminal. Look, come with me, I– I can leave with you. We’ll be safe together – I’ll keep you safe.” He tried to grab my shoulder, but I backed away instinctively.

“Don’t touch me. I’m safer here, with him, than anywhere with you. And I can’t leave anyway – I’m Tenax’s slave.”

“His slave? I’ll buy your freedom. I’ve saved some money—”

“Leave – just leave Rome. Please.” I wanted this conversation to end. I was hoping he would stop insisting and luckily, he did, maybe he feared what Tenax would do if he was seen bothering me at the tavern again and he reluctantly walked away, following the other people leaving, while I returned to the desk just a moment before Tenax came in and we closed the bets as the race was about to begin. I looked at him when he had his back turned to me for a second. I couldn’t ask him about whatever happened when there were so many people around, so I waited until we were alone, watching the race through the opening in the doors. Gavros was taking care of putting away some equipment in the back and was out of earshot if I spoke quietly, “I have a question.”

“Ask.”

“Did you really do it?”

“Do what?” Neither of us were stupid. He knew very well what I meant, so I was very blunt with my next words.

“Have him killed – the merchant.” He didn’t say anything at first and that was already confirmation enough. I turned my head towards him and locked eyes with him.

“He was a problem – I had it taken care of.” He said, shooting up his eyebrows, trying to act unbothered.

“Thank you.” I whispered these words. He looked a little surprise to see me being grateful for his deed and thanking him, face to face but he nodded and looked back to the race. One of the charioteers got into a shipwreck, but it wasn’t Scorpus so neither of us really cared. I had quickly become aware of the nature of Tenax’s business and that threatening or killing someone was part of it, but I didn’t think he would jump on the occasion to deal with the one man who wronged me – no, worse, almost completely broke me. But if Aelius didn’t sneak back in the betting tavern to talk to me, I don’t know how or when I would have found out. I don’t believe Tenax would have told me if I wasn’t the one to bring it up first, or maybe he would have, but much later. “Aelius came to tell me.”

“That fucking sailor—” He spat, through his gritted teeth.

“He wanted me to leave with him. I refused – told him to get out of Rome.”

“Why? I’m sure you’d rather go home.”

“Yes, but– I don’t know. I didn’t give it a second thought, really. I pray everyday that I am reunited with my brothers, but I guess I just didn’t want to go with him. And, he said that I wasn’t safe with you, and that he would keep me safe…" I shook my head. "Ever since I went on that boat, and left Baetica, he has proven that I couldn't be safe with him, while you have proven I was – safe – with you. Thanks to you, I have a roof over my head, food to eat, clothes. Not many slaves in Rome can say that they’re treated this well, and, I must admit, I’m really starting to like it here – all the festivals, the games, the horses – and the kids are sweet.” We both chuckled softly at the thought of those kids.

“They’ve grown fond of you.” This made my smile grow bigger. I had grown quite fond of them as well. They were nice kids. “They kept asking me about you when you were ill.”

“My brother, Fonsoa, and I, we used to take care of our little brother, Elia, after our mother died. I guess I’m good with kids.”

“You are.” He nodded.

“They're fond of you too. They look up to you. I know, you’ve said that it’s because they are kids, and would look up to anyone giving them “food and the occasional coin” but, you care for them. I don’t believe you’re as hard-hearted as you pretend.” He didn’t say anything to that, just shrugging. Maybe it got him a little thoughtful, or he knew but would rather not comment on it. I wished I could read his mind to know what he was thinking in this moment. After a moment of silence – which wasn’t exactly silence with the crowd cheering in the arena — he spoke again. There was only a couple of rounds left at this point.

“I will free you. You can leave, on your own, if you wish – or you can keep working for me, at the betting tavern.”

“I’d like that – to keep working at the tavern.” I added another, softer, thank you and we watched the end of the race without talking. Scorpus came second and we welcomed him in the stall. Gavros and another stable hand detached the horses from the chariot and brought them back to the stables. I watched them with envy, wanting to take care of those horses too, but my arm was far from healed. I had no idea how long it would take – most definitely a long time. But I could wait. Right now, I was just happy that Tenax said he wouldn’t keep me as his slave and that I would be a freedwoman, but he was kind enough – though like I said, he didn’t let any of it show – to let me live in his flat, and I actually liked working for him, so it wasn’t such a hard choice to make. I wanted to go home too, but I was, in truth, terrified of being on my own and I feared what might happen on land or by sea, if I did leave. I might be taken by someone else and sold as a slave again or taken advantage of again. At least, here, with Tenax, I was quite well surrounded and protected. A lot of people always had an eye out for me, and when someone threatened me – it didn’t matter if that threat was a passive one – he dealt with it. I knew that he didn’t take any pleasure in doing that kind of things, but he would do what needed to be done. I knew I could trust him.

[To be continued…]

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Published (08/01/2024) by Andrea

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babeczka415 · 1 year ago

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The Island

A/N: this has been sitting in my documents for forever and I finally finished and editted it. Its was inspired by @reds-ramblings story.

It's been ten years since we found Hannah. Ten years since I last saw him, expect on TV or the courtroom. He kept his promise and so did I. We met in Duskwood, I saw him before anyone else from the group for a night. It was heated, emotional, and passionate. However, he decided to turn himself in so we can live a life together one day. We had no idea that from one night together, we would have a little one. I was unable to see him while he was in prision even with his daughter, because we weren't officially family. I waited, Hannah and Lilly kept him updated on me and Faye.

Oh Faye, shes the spitting image of him, even ten years later she's loving computers. I never forgot what he told me before handing himself over to the FBI "MC, I love you but don't wait for me." I couldnt see anyone else because my heart was taken.

Ten years ago my heart shattered as he was arrested. Five years ago I decided I needed to change something and I remember him telling me about someone he knew that owned an island with a resort. The whole group decided to go and I fell in love with the place. Faye and I made it a yearly trip, until this year. I saw the man was selling it and I had the savings and could get the loan so I did the irrational thing. Jake would have been the only one to talk me out of it.

Fast forward to today, I'm standing on the boat waiting for the gang with Faye. The cool spring breeze is on my face and I smell the salt in the air. Jake would be so proud of me for these last year.

"Mom, when can I see Dad?" She asks, so excited for that moment.

This is a conversation I know too well and it breaks my heart. "Hopefully soon he should be out."

I see the cars pull up and everyone gets out. However I see an extra person and my heart jumps out of my chest.

Hannah and him walk up to the boat together and I finally see his face clear and run off the boat, almost falling. He grabs my waist and looks into my eyes.

"Hi, MC" he says with the smile that just melted my heart 10 years ago.

"Is this real? Are you really my Jake?" I ask as tears run down my cheek.

"I am" he say wiping them away.

"I wanted to surpise you with how much you've been working on this place and taking care of Faye" says Hannah.

"Oh my god! Your daughter" i exclaim. I go to turn around to call her and he grabs my chin and kisses me deep.

All concerns of everything in that moment leaves my body. I wrap my arms around his neck not wanting to pull away.

"Hey there are kids around" says Dan as he pushes past us.

We finally break the kiss and I lean into his chest. I turn around and I see Faye, looking at us and blush.

"Sweetie, this is your dad" I say with tears in my eyes.

Jake lets go of me and reaches out for her. "Hi Faye," he says with a smile and she jumps in his arms.

I look at them then look at Hannah. "You have no idea how happy you just made both of us" I say to her, her brown eyes the total opposite of Jake's and Lillys blues.

"I have an idea. I know she's been asking about him a lot lately." She says.

Watching Jake just hold her, melts my heart. My family is finally whole after 9 years.

Everyone finally gets on the boat and as always when taking out of the dock Faye runs to the front. She leans against the rail and I watch her.

"She's just like you, carefree" I hear Jake say.

"She's also yours. She's stubborn, reserved, loves computers. I swear she took after you more then me." I say watching her.

Jake spins me around looking into my eyes. "Why didn't you move on?" He asks.

"I tried but I had found out I was pregnant with Faye right after and I knew she was yours. In that moment, I knew I had to be strong so when you did get out we could be a family." I say as I look away. "I mean if that is what you want" as I bite my lip.

He lifts my chin, "I very much do. Hannah kept me uodated on you and her everytime she came to visit or we talked on the phone. I instantly knew who she was because Hannah showed me pictures." He says brushing hair away from my face.

"I want you to know, I tried to visit and get on your call list for Faye's sake '' I say looking into his eyes.

"I know you did. My lawyer told me but because we were not engaged and they didn't want to do a DNA test on her you couldn't get even her on the list.."

"Yeah" I say wanting to kiss him again. All of sudden I feel another set of arms around me and I see Faye.

"Mommy, you look so happy today" she says hugging me then running to her seat.

I blush and go to follow her. "They got her for a moment" Jake say grabbing my hand. "I got out a couple days ago and I knew I wanted to be with you." He says and I can see he's getting nervous. "So when Hannah told me you had bought this place and fixed it up, i thought it would be a perfect surprise."

"Jake, I want to be with you also" I say grabbing his face. "Seeing you get out of the car with the group my heart I swear jumped put of my chest."

"MC, will you officially be mine?" He asks.

"I mean we hav to make sure its okay with Faye'' I laugh "but yes jake!" I say wrapping my arms around him.

He kisses me deeply and passionately again. Once we pull away to catch our breath, I look up at him.

"Yeah Faye is staying in the room with the other kids" I say with a smile.

"I do want some father daughter time if she wants it" he says, looking into my eyes.

"Oh she definitely will. She's been asking nonstop questions about you and a lot of them I cant answer. What she wants most is to spend time with you."

The boat docks and everyone runs off towards the resort. I smile watching Faye with her cousins. Jake is up there playing with the kids as I finally get off the dock.

"MC, your girl is right, you are happier" says Dan as he comes walking back to me.

"For nine years I waited for this and I never imagined she would take to him like this" I say with a tear in my eye.

He pulls me close "she wants to know him and see her mom happy" he says.

"I just hope we can make it work. We never had a chance and now if it doesn't her heart will break too." I say hugging him.

"Hey don't think like that. I'll tell you something I probably shouldn't but your a sister to me." He says with a sigh.

"Well spit it out Dan" I say with a laugh.

"The last few days when he was around Hannah, Lilly, and the kids he just kept asking about you and her. Wanting to know everything possible from everyone."

"Wait so everyone knew he was coming?" I say as I start walking to them.

"Yeah but with all on your plate we agreed to make it a surpise. Seeing your face light up from the boat and run towards him was worth it, MC" he says following me.

Faye comes running up with Jakes hand in hers "mom!" She calls and he follows her. "Can we go out on the water in those boats?" She asks.

"Sure, find one of your cousins to go with you." I say meeting them half way.

"But mom, I wanted to go with Dad" she whines.

I look at Jake in shock, then look back at her. I crouch down to her and try to be gentle with my words. "I want everyone to test them out including the smaller ones for you kid" I say trying to reason with her.

She pouts and runs off to find one of the kids to join her and I stand up.

"Did that really just happened?" Ask Dan

I look at Jake and he's just as surpised as me. "Yeah she called him Dad already '' I say looking at Dan.

He walks past Jake and taps his shoulder "good luck man. She's a real wild one just like her mom" he laughs as he walks past us with his bag.

"Sorry I wasn't expecting that" I say blushing.

"Neither was I. Dan's right you know, shes wild like you" he says wrapping his arms around me.

We walk hand and hand inside where everyone is and i give them all their keys. Jessy and Cleo agreed to stay in the room with the kids, even adding Faye to the bunch. I take Jake up to my room and grab the extra key I have and hand it to him. "If we are really going to try and make this work…" I say lost in thought as Faye comes running in.

"Mom! I thought I was staying in here with you!" She whines.

I turn away from Jake and as Im about to say something Jake steps in. "Your Mom and I talked, we think you could use some time with your cousins on this trip" he says in a smoothing voice.

I look at him and realize how much he's already stepping in as a parent and it melts my heart to the point I want to lock the doors and stay in bed with him this whole trip.

She whines and stomps away grabbing her bag. I hear her say something under her breath.

"Don't even go there missy" as I raise my voice to her.

She turns around "he just came into my life and your taking him away from me" she yells.

I walk up to her and sit on the bed in front of her. I take a sigh as I try to find the right words. "Faye, you need to understand your father and I need to figure some things out before we jump in as a family. I promise you will have tons of time with him apart of your life. He can teach you all that computer stuff you've been struggling with and take you out for icecream and have fun." I say looking into her eyes.

She come closer to me, "will you be there too?"

I look at Jake then back into her blue eyes, "yes" i say not wanting to break her heart more right now. "Go get ready though to go out on the water."

She gets the biggest smile on her face and runs to the bathroom. I look at Jake and sigh hoping I just made the right call.

He comes picks me up, wrapping his arms around me. "You're doing amazing raising her. Just know I am here now and don't plan to leave anytime soon" he whispers into my ear.

"I know you don't but what if…" he stops me mid sentence with a gentle kiss.

"No what ifs right now, MC. We will figure this all out together." He says

Its later in the day, we had a fun day st the water and around the island just all of us. We finally get all the kids into bed and we all head outside to the firepit that Dan and Thomas started for us.

Jake pulls me close in the seat were both in and he feels me cold. He takes off his hoodie and gives it to me.

"Its okay the fire will warm me up" I say looking at him.

"MC dont be stubborn just take it" he whispers into my ear with a growl.

My body shivers knowing what he wants after ten years and I put it on. It smells just like him and I curl up against him.

Jessy is the first to notice how close we are right now. "Okay we need to talk about the elephant in the room. What is going on with you two?" She asks.

"Yeah I think we have the right to know if you're not going to tell Faye" says Lilly.

I look at Jake for some form of help but he's just watching me. "We're seeing what happens." I look af them as I say it. "You all know how much we were in love ten years ago . Obviously things happened that one night. '' I laugh.

"We know how you two felt back then" says Dan.

"Yeah but what about now?" Asks Hannah.

"It's pretty obvious" says Cleo. "They are still in love."

"We are seeing where things lead. There is another heart we have to both make sure doesn't break" states Jake.

After a couple hours around the fire everyone starts to dwindle inside and while the fire is out Jake and I just sit there. I finally decidd to get up but he grabs my hand and pulls me back down.

"There's something I want to show you" i say looking into his eyes.

"Wanted to make sure you weren't leaving" he says.

"Definitely not there is a gorgeous spot that looks out over the water. It's not far fron here" i say standing up but taking his hand.

It's nearly midnight but with being with Jake I'm wide awake and we walk up to the spot. In the moonlight its even more breathtaking

All you see is the darkness of the water and the moonlight over the cliff and hear the water crashing below. He pulls me close and between the smell of him, the smoke, and the salt water my mind is totally lost as he wraps his arms around my waist with my back to him.

"MC, are you really worried things wont work?" He asks.

"I am because its not just are hearts at stake. I have for the past ten years had someone else to watch out for. It's only day on and she loves you" i say taking a deep breath.

"I always want to be there for both of you" he says.

"I know you do Jake. However we both know that last time we were together it was passionate and strong. We didnt think about the future in that night and let things happen." I say turning towards him.

I see the love in his eyes as the moonlight hits him. I feel the warmth of him even through his hoodie I'm wearing. I lose all control over my emotions of trying to keep my heart safe for Fayes sake and kiss him like when I saw him on the dock. This time noone is around to stop us and i feel his hands move to my neck and my ass pulling me even closer as we can't stop what is going to happen.

Jakes POV

I wake up to the sun coming up over the water and I see her. She's still sleeping on my chest my hoodie is over both of us as a blanket and our clothes are on the ground. I want nothing more then to keep this feeling locked away forever but I know i need to wake her up. I kiss the top of her head and she stirs awake.

"Good morning beautiful" I say with a smile.

"Good morning handsome" she says looking up at me with a smile. "Oh shit we should get back.” As she sits up and realizes we're both naked.

I pull her back to me, this time kissing her gently. Ahe pulls away again but all concern is gone. She reaches for our clothes and we get dressed. She throws on my hoodie which looks good on her and I take her hand.

"I guess we really are giving this a true chance" she says looking towards the water.

I grab her chin and direct her to look at me. "My love, did we even have any other choices.

She shivers as she looks into my eyes, "not really. Your my home" she says as she leans info me.

MC pov:

We walk back to the resort and thankfully as we walk in the front door it doesn't sound like anyone is away. We walk up to the room and see Faye sleeping in the bed.

"I knew she wouldn't make it the night," I says softly with a smile. I walk away from Jake and lift her up. I goes to carry her out of the room but he takes her.

"How about we do pancakes for everyone?" He ask.

"Pancakes?" A sleepy Faye states while Jake holds her.

"Give me a few moments, okay?" I ask, smiling at Jake holding her.

He kisses my cheek and lays Faye down. I grab change if clothes and head into the bathroom. At this moment I'm so thankful I have my phone. I pull up the messages and see Jessy is online.

MC: oh my we need girl talk!

Jessy: did you even sleep?

Mc: i mean if you count a few hours outside 😜

Jessy: coffee with girl talk?

MC: we're gonna make pancakes. Oh by the way good job keeping Faye in the room last night. 🤣

Jessy: she wouldn't have it and I didnt want her to wake up the others.

Mc: its okay we actually found her this morning in the bed. But going to clean up and head down to the kitchen with Jake and Faye.

There's a knock on the bathroom door "mom, dad and I are heading to the kitchen to start pancakes" Faye says.

"Okay I'll be right down" i say. I smile at her love already for him.

MC: Jessy! Come here so we can talk

Jessy: okay I'll be right over.

I hear them leave and a few minutes later there is a knock on the door. I open and its Jessy wearing her PJ. I grab her hand and pull her in.

"Girl, what am I going to do?" I say so worried.

"Look, he wants to be part of her life no matter what so just let this run its course."

"No you don't understand. We did it last night out on that cliff I told you about. All it took was once and we got Faye. I don't know if i could handle it if it doesn't work and us having two kids" I say breaking down.

Jessy grabs my shoulders "don't think of it like that. You're an amazing mom and he's showing he wants to be around." She says.

"Jessy, wait if all we have is passionate love explodes and then its nothing. We've never had the chance to see if we can keep these feelings" i say looking at her with tears in my eyes.

She pulls me in for a hug "just take it a day at a time sweetie. Also would it really be bad if you guys had another one?" She laughs. "That man is madly in love with you."

I realize she is telling me the truth. Jake and I need to take this a day at a time together and learn each other and build a family with Faye.

#duskwood #duskwood fandom #duskwoodlover #duskwood jake #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood mc #mc x jake #jake x mc #fanfics #i love jake

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eggsploded · 1 year ago

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HOMESTUCK AND STAR TREK? :O

oh baby this posts gonna be long

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

HS: aradia and sollux. aradia is my favorite forever as my patron troll and sollux is just fun to draw because whys he look like that

ST: all the cardassians in general. garak is the best, im honestly more fascinated with andrew robinson himself and his dedication to the character. also damar who doesnt get much presence until later seasons and gets crushed by actually giving a fuck about his position. i took a shot of kanar (maple syrup) for his honor and it was agony.

dukat is excluded from this because he managed to curse the show into buffering on his face everytime i watched.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

HS: probably the beta kids before playing sburb. theyre all just little kids and best friends forever and it makes me tear up- in pesterquest dave literally talks about jade like shes his girlfriend that goes to a different school. all the kids were more than eager to see eachother in person and it sucks that it happened under the circumstances of.. homestuck

i dont have cuteness aggression for them theyve been through enough :-(

ST: in TNG's the enemy geordi helps out this genuinely pitiful romulan dude thats shaking like a chihuahua and i felt so much for that guy i wish he came back

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

HS: i think people are finally past portraying kanaya as a nothingburger, it was kind of funny 10 years ago that people were falling into her flimsy veil of Perceived Normalcy, like she doesnt regularly bite her friends and wasnt unforgivably delulu about vriska when they were moirails.

truly underrated might be the felt? their designs tickle me

ST: damar? maybe hes got more content now idk. honorable mentions are: keiko obrien, worfs parents (my favorite tng ep), hugh, the cardassian scientists that hit on obrien that one time, lwaxana troi and keevan.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

HS: any of signless' crew. like. we got shafted so hard with the dancestors its crazy. in my wildest dreams psiioniic didnt get utterly crushed by the vast glub and somehow escaped at the ripe age of 2000 sweeps and is now overgrown and too old and ancient for his own good, squatting in solluxs hive. we didnt get much content about how signless did his recruiting- did he just do speeches and demonstrations? did he fuck nasty? i know for sure it wasnt the cringe dialogue they strapped kankri with. same goes for dolorosas life before she raised signless, she should be at the club.

ST: background vulcans. especially in TNG when they just stopped giving a fuck about them, thank god tuvok exists or i wouldve had no incentive at all to actually watch part of VOY.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

HS: equius. its really a special day when a character cant be quantified with a simple archetype like the rest of the trolls. theres something so deeply strange and wrong with him that its captivating, i chalk it up to being the horse guy in a insect body.

hussie also just like, had it out for him at day one. gamzee got beaten to a pulp narratively but equius didnt even get a chance. its sad, and im more interested in what he couldve been rather than someone like eridan or meenah.

ST: kai winn. shes literally an alien white woman and its fantastic. she did her role so good that the poor actress got hatemail, and her insidiousness is just so well done. the final season of ds9 isnt that good but it was fun to see her go off the rails with dukat.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

HS: what do i look like? hussie? in truth when it comes to being a flop i like seeing kanaya flounder. shes weird guys. she is so fucking weird and she doesnt really know because her friends are Weirder. we dont always need her to slay, atleast in my book.

ST: riker. no further notes

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

HS: jake. if he has a deeper character i havent noticed because my eyes glaze over trying to read through this dialogue. he feels like a leftover shitpost character hussie couldnt fit on the dancestors. i havent reread act 6 yet, but i remember such a large chunk being some strange love triangle-square surrounding jake and i did Not Give a Fuck, and salt in the wound was dirk and janes friendship being so fantastic but overshadowed by jakes unceasing sex appeal cursing them.

ST: obrien because it was be a standard episode plot for him, i think hed come out fine

#egg asks #homestuck #star trek

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metanoianmayhem · 7 months ago

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My dad is whittling down to nothing. For those of you unaware (like most of us remember who is who on our mutuals. This anciente hellscape) (yes, the extra e is pronounced) dad has early onset alzheimers and vascular dementia.

He's had one big stroke and near as the imaging shows, is continuing to have minihemmorhages.

My dad was a man of science. He grew tall in his field - helped develop new techniques and a new field. Founded a convention that is ongoing.

He spoke Chinese because he fell in love with Chinese poetry as a teen hiding in the library in Texas.

Wooed my mother by quoting Tom Bombadil about Goldberry. (goddamn you, autocorrect, let me type).

He used to go on all fours and have us (sometimes two at a time!) as little kids ride up him on the stairs. Dad, my dad, would grab the railings and shake them making elephant noises. At the top of them, he'd use one arm as a trunk.

That was how he took us to bed. Taught me how to make scones and cookies. To get up when I scrape my knee. How to kick a soccer ball. Check another player with my shoulder.

We painstakingly kicked and screamed our ways thru every math class I ever had - and he still sat down to help. We both hated it, but we knew I needed the help.

Telling my first boyfriend that what I decided about my body went after he spent the night.

Came and held me and cried with me everytime a cat died or a family member.

We weren't- and still aren't- allowed to sit next to each other at dinner because we stir up trouble.

Perpetually pulled pranks. Woke us up one cranky morning on our drive to school - by shrieking "Aliens!" and lifting them off the wheel. We both came to mighty fast at that point.

There's so many more things I could talk about on and on and on like this.

He is not that anymore. Every day he becomes a little less - like a stone worn away by the stream it's in.

He loves me still. Even when he's struggling to track, he remembers my name and calls me his boy as well as his girl.

And I get to wonder how long until we lose that.

Until he doesn't know who we are.

I wish I had something wise to say, or kind to say. But mostly I am hurting very badly and weeping because God, I miss my dad.

#text #personal #early onset alzheimers #vascular dementia #my family tree's roots #i miss my dad #grief #grieving #ow

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lone-nyctophile · 2 years ago

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So I really like this guy. I’m practically in love with him. I’ve.. eased into the idea of loving him. We didn’t really talk at all until we were in a sort of drama club together for a month. And we’d see each other at practice everyday and we’d make eye contact but I didn’t really ever initiate conversation, coz he made me nervous. He made everyone nervous in a way, he had that intimidating look to him and his eyes.. they had this bored gleam to them. No sparks, no light. But god did I make the mistake of describing them that way. During our drama club practices, he always sat off to the side and did nothing but watch us. Id wondered why he was there if that was the case and then realised he’d played the keyboard. He was the one giving us the background music for our act. And eventually, I saw the spark return to his eyes, as if they’d never left. He was in love with music, and god was that man talented. And I.. I had the main role and everytime id have a crying scene, it was in sync with him playing a certain tune, and we’d make eye contact everytime.

Soon after the day of the performance came and we were all up and ready at the campus where we were supposed to perform, and he was there with the rest of the members, and he was leaning against the railing of the top floor when I reached there. When I saw them the guys told me to keep my bags aside and then he (let’s call him R) suggested we’d walk around the campus. Now get this, the campus was HUGE. And I was wearing heels coz I’d rushed there after a violin recital. This was a bad idea in itself. The guys groaned and looked at me as if I was gonna save them from his torture lol. I shrugged as if it didn’t affect me and him, me and another guy walked downstairs to the next building when the other guy ditched us coz he saw a cat.

I. Got. Nervous. Big time. And he started speeding up coz he’s a head taller than me even if I’m in heels. And I kept jogging behind him. We’d eased into a comfortable silence. And then he saw his choir club friends and he started talking to them and I thought “I shouldn’t be here” so I told him to go on with them but he refused saying he’d still walk with me and I just- god I just melted.

After that day, it was just mere eye contact during the lunch breaks at school and just- goodness gracious I’m so into him and I keep sneaking glances right when he does. I dunno if he likes me

Thoughts? I’m sorry for the huge rant lmfao. I needed to get this outta my system and I really need to move on from him.

Heyy. Sorry for the late reply.

Wow. This sounds like a story most of us dream about! You guys have some awesome chemistry and yes there is a HUGE chance that your relationship with him can progress into something more beautiful. For that to happen, I think you should start talking to him on a regular basis to know each other better. I would suggest you to make the first move... have a friendly conversation with him.

I hope things go well between you two and tbh this makes me believe that fairytales can exist in real life!

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krysta-cross · 1 year ago

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Happiest Birthday to you my very sweet twinnie @darialovesstuff 💜🌙

I just want to take the opportunity to thank you for loving my OC, Krysta 🌟 and always remembering her and her aesthetics.

Greatly appreciated 💙

Tumblr has been great for me because of kind people like you 💕

This isn’t much and I am not quiet sure if I got this correctly but I managed to make headcannons for MysticWind. The request has taken so looooong but it’s on me because of my lack of confidence in writing but thanks to some boost I somehow am trying to do my best ^^

Some SFW and NSFW here ⤵️

MysticWind headcannons

SFW:

Fujin and Dia loves going to picnics, whether it’s them alone or with the kids. They like to go during afternoons when the sun nears to set, watching its beauty fade slowly until it’s dark and the moon takes over.

Mystic wind couple works together for things they want to accomplish like spells for the witch wife or paperworks for the wind god, they work well on helping each other finish their task then spend the remaining free time to cuddle.

Dia always keeps the kids in check especially if Fujin is busy with his god duties. She manages the household well and makes sure that everyone follows the schedule or anything they have to do.

MysticWind enjoys their time together even brief, like sharing a cup of coffee together while discussing how their days went is already a bliss and they value even the short time they can share off duty.

Night time is the most romantic thing for them. Laying down on the grass while staring at the night sky riddled with stars, with the bright full or crescent moon illuminating the darkness as they talk about how they adore each other. The wind blows a cool breeze that brings a dewy flowery aroma which makes it more romantic, staring at each other they seal the deal with a hot, passionate kiss.

NSFW:

During their sexy time, Dia likes to tease Fujin first before they do the deed. She will use minor spells for seduction and that excites the wind god the most. Little efforts rewards more. Nothing’s more exciting than seeing your hot witch wife strip tease her sexy goth witch outfit, dropping each piece on the floor making some clinking sounds from the metal adornments are music to Fujin’s ears.

The couple always wants a piece of each other everytime. The spark doesn’t die down even though they have been together for long. Fujin always wants his hands all over her, Dia also wants the same and the lovemaking deed is surely “bewitching”.

Fujin is very big on aftercare, he makes sure Dia is well taken care of after the intense lovemaking. She needs to hydrate? She is hungry? She needs a change of clothes? Name it, Fujin gets it in a whim.

Dia is a switch. She both enjoys riding the wind god or him railing her and making sure he is satisfied with it. Everytime they fuck it’s like an endurance contest, no one wants to show they are exhausted so they last for many rounds until they are both panting then laughs because of how childish they acted.

The couple are loud in bed, moans, groans and screams echoes the room, they find it sexy and a big turn on. Thank goodness for the spell that makes the room sound proof, the kids aren’t disturbed and the couple can be as loud as howling wolves during a full moon, able to fully express their love and intense passion they share every night.

~Hope you like it and enjoy your special day because you deserve it 💕

#Happy Birthday Daria 🎂#mysticwind #fujinxdia #mortal kombat headcanons #headcannons

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ameba-from-space · 4 years ago

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I don't think people (and merlin) understand how powerful merlin is. And when I say powerful I don't mean in a magic sense, I mean in a political sense.

Just stop a little and think about it, by the latter seasons merlin holds the highest position between castle staff, he is the king's manservant for christ sake, he could order every single one of the castle staff to do his things for him cause he is under direct service of the king, just by this regard he already has the same amount of influence a, let's say, minor noble.

Bu HOO BOY, his influence doesn't just stop there because not only is he in the highest position in the castle staff, he also is a close friend and trusted advisor of : Pretty much all the knights, a good chunk of nobles and foreign royals, The royal physician, The freaking queen and last but not least he is best friends with the king. The amount of trust and power put in Merlin's hand is gigantic, if he truly desired he could influence and change most of the royal court with just a few words.

One of the episodes that best show this is servant of two masters, we all know the iconic scene of merlin walking in the armory and just straight up announcing he is going kill the king in front of one of the knights and then walking away, this shows the amount of trust everyone put on Merlin, were anyone else doing that they were probably going to jail for treason, but since it's merlin he walks away with a crossbow and a laugh.

Should merlin have at one point wanted to turn against Camelot he could destroy tbe entire kingdom from inside and not even be suspected of being the one doing it.

Merlin is in a perfect position to control the kingdom, if someone could control merlin they could just slowly destroy Camelot from the inside out.

Merlin's opinion on someone could also help or destroy their lives in court, if merlin doesn't like you then you bet your ass that he is telling his friend the king all about how much of a douche you are, if he likes you then you know he is telling the king how nice you are. Merlin's opinion on you could literally decide how the entirety of the court will treat you. Also if you have ever hurt merlin that's practically a death sentence, you will be hated by all of the royal court, the knights and servants, and you better know they are now committed to making your life a living hell.

Anyways, merlin is one of the single most important and influencial people in Camelot, and he doesn't even know about it because he is too much of an idiot to even realize this.

#merlin #bbc merlin #bbc arthur #bbc guinevere #bbc gwen #bbc merlin headcanon #he could have anyone do his task for him #he is in the highest position in the entire castle #but he instead just goes #"oh well I guess I have to muck the stables noe #there is a reason uther gave merlin this position after he saved Arthur's #it wasn't cause he was just being self-centered or some bulshit like that #it was because he this is literally one of the highest and most important positions in the royal household #also one of the best paid one #he was actually giving merlin a incredible and very important position worthy of someone who saved Arthur's life #and merlin just over here walking around thinking he is just some glorified secretary #HE CAN DO SO MUCH SHIT WITH HIS POSITION #god everytime i talk about this i go off they rails #I'm sorry #its just so infuriating #they made him very powerful but nerfed him by making him a idiot a the same time #the show could have ended so much earlier if merlin only actually used his influence #but noooooo me just dumb servant me knows nothing but being sassy and mucking stables #(let's be honest here the writers probably just forgot how court works and didn't even think of this)#This knowledge has and will haunt me to the day I day

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clovcherry · 2 years ago

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awkward sex moments with luxiem NSFW

pairing: luxiem x gn!reader (separate)

t/w: crack fic, really bad dirty talking, alcohol consumption, sexual intercourse

a/n: I laughed while writing this 💀

he's really really into dirty talking.

vox akuma

I'm sure you can see where this is going, everytime you guys do it, he just babbles on a lot of freaky things

"I'm gonna destroy you baby," you almost cried out laughing at that one.

sometimes his dirty talking gets so bad to the point where you could not even take him seriously.

and today was your last straw, you burst out laughing when he suddenly said, "God daddy's gonna, daddy's gonna fucking-" he was reaching his climax and you just started laughing your ass off 💀

he was so concerned and started asking you what was wrong but you just kept on laughing. when you finally calmed down and told him about the whole dirty talking thing, he laughed with you as well.

this man is HUGE.

luca kaneshiro

you get what I mean, he's also quite aggressive during sex even though it's usually unintentional.

he was really feeling it, he was pounding you like no tomorrow, chasing for his climax when suddenly there a loud snapping sound was heard throughout the room and the bed was suddenly tilted to a weird angle.

that's when it hit you. luca broke the bed while railing you.

luca immediately stopped what he was doing and stared into your eyes, his expressions said it all it was mixed with fear and shame.

seeing the look on his face, you started laughing and eventually he started laughing with you.

anyways, you guys went to IKEA together to shop for a new bedframe 💀

shu yamino

look, this man usually wouldn't do anything stupid in bed. but when he's not sober, it is a completely different story.

shu had just finished his getting over it stream where he drank quite a bit of alcohol. however, he knew better than to get drunk on stream.

you had just gotten home and felt super tired so you asked him to have some drinks with you. shu being the sweet boyfriend he is, he obliges even though he was already slightly tipsy.

the two of you ended up drinking quite a few cups and shu got drunk so quickly 💀 it got to the point where you just stopped drinking and brought him to your shared bedroom.

he was touching you all over when you both got to the bed, kissing you all over. he was really out of it. he somehow manages to strip both yours and his clothing. he had your hands pinned above your head, his face was fully flushed. he finally lines his cock up with your entrance.

suddenly, his whole bodyweight fell ontop of you. yes, he fell asleep when he was about to fuck you 💀

shus a sleepy drunk type of guy so... that night didn't as expected but at least you can tease him the when he wakes up!

mysta rias

oh no mysta... oh no no...

this was the first time you guys did it together. he was really nervous, because of that, while we was squeezing out some lube he squeezed out waaay too much.

but he decided "eh I'll just go with it" and proceeds to use a whole lot of lube on both himself and you.

when he tried to push himself into your hole but his cock does not enter 😭

this went on for a while.. he kept trying to pushing it in and failed at least 10 times 💀

After that he was so embarrassed and you are forbidden from talking about it.

ike eveland

as we all know, ike loves his coke. and he just so happened to drink 2 cans before initating sex with you 💀

i think that ike loves foreplay because he thinks that it helps set the mood and also cause he loves to worship your body.

he just finished prepping you and he started straight up pounding you 💀 (he was really into it)

at that moment, he suddenly needed to pee, really really urgently.

After a few moments of trying to hold it in, he decided that enough was enough. he fucking pulled out so quickly and bolted to the toilet 😭

he could hear you laughing to yourself at him and he never felt so embarrassed..

After that incident ike never ever drank more than 1 cup of water or a can of coke before sex ever again.

#luxiem x reader #shu yamino x reader #luxiem #luca kaneshiro x reader #luxiem smut #nijisanji x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #vox akuma x reader #luca smut #mysta rias x reader

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yuujism · 4 years ago

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Punishment (fushiguro toji x reader)

| PAIRINGS: fushiguro toji x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: explicit, impact play (slapping), degradation, dubcon(?), dirty talk, dumbification, overstimulation, lil objectification, toji being mean, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,065

A/N: so uh... writer block over thanks to toji 😳 small drabble tbh bc toji ‼️i kinda went off on this one so it’s kinda nasty and overall dirty so yea! please check warnings if uncomfortable~ but the way i want toji to be this big mean mf who manhandles me into submission UHM anyway i think he’s old school so only missionary mentioned here bc fuck it !! hope you like it just wanted to be really nasty with toji ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Of course you couldn’t wait.

The moment Toji tiredly walked into the room, sweaty from today’s mission, his usual tight shirt marking the contour of his abs and flopping down onto his usual spot in bed, you were already crawling to him like you constantly did.

All it took for him to rail you into the mattress was your whining, needy for his touch and desperate to have his cock deep inside you; it worked everytime, really, you were confident this time wasn’t going to be different.

However, it seemed Toji wasn’t feeling quite as merciful as other occasions.

“Quit your fucking whining, bitch.” He growled deeply as he thrusted harshly into you, the only touch you were receiving from him was his calloused hands holding your legs up in his shoulders as his cock kept abusing your sloppy tight hole.

“P-Please, I c-can’t...” you sobbed, tears running down your cheeks and blurring your sight as the third orgasm of the night was building up in your core and Toji seemed far from over. “T-Toji...” You tried to reach for him, your small hands making their way to his chest only to be met with a hard slap against your thigh as a warning: Don’t touch me.

But oh, how you wanted to touch him. To be touched by him beyond his own pleasure.

It was simple really: you were his toy. Toji made it clear the first time he fucked you, stating he didn’t like to repeat himself. Not now, not ever. And, God, the way he had you drunk off his fingers instantly made you agree to everything he wanted. And you were more than glad you accepted.

“You can’t what, whore?” The way his hips slammed against you was too rough, sending you back on the mattress until you were arching your back in pleasure, eyes rolling back in your head when he buried himself to the hilt, coming to a stop. “Weren’t you begging to get used like this? C‘mon, beg again. Beg for this cock.” Toji slipped out slowly as he laughed mockingly, making you feel his thick vein thy adorned his length against your inner walls and his bruising grip in your thighs. “I love it when you beg.”

You could see a hint of a playful smirk on his face through your lashes and, If it wasn’t for the fact you were being impaled with his cock, you would be more hung on the fact he used the word love for the first time since you met him. But you knew better than to question him when he was about to ruin you again, so you complied.

“Please, keep using me. Keep using my sloppy cunt, make a mess out of me, please, please, please, Toji. Touch me, please.” You were almost sobbing at this point, begging for more of him as you were trying to move your hips to meet his length once again. “Plea- Ahh!”

Your begging was interrupted by his cock entering you again in a sharp thrust, hitting the sweet spot within you as your vision started going white but not before seeing Toji’s satisfied smile, lips curling into a dark smirk.

“God, you’re so pathetic. Wanting me to touch you even more?” He mocked, The pace of his hips movements increased, your legs now wobbling on his shoulders like you were just a doll as you fisted the sheets. Toji took notice of that and laughed, his cock going so see you could feel it kissing your cervix as you moaned his name loudly. “Cant have enough, huh? Your dumb cunt keeps getting tighter.”

It was just too much. The way Toji was fucking you was ruthless and your pussy was starting to pulsate as you got closer. You opened your eyes with difficulty as drool ran down your chin, looking down at the way his cock disappeared inside you quickly to then look up at Toji’s sharp and lustful eyes, frowning. He didn’t seem to like it.

Toji’s hands finally left your legs to touch your face for a small moment before grabbing you by the back of your head, fingers tangling between the strands of your hair before pulling your head up, your gaze directly falling to watch the way he kept torturing your messy cunny.

“Keep watching. Watch the way you cream around my cock like a bitch in heat.” He let out a deep moan when he pulled your hair harshly and you tightened around him, making Toji pull out almost completely to enjoy the way you were throbbing for his cock. “Fuck! you like it when I mess you up like this? You dirty little whore”

And maybe it was the way Toji thrusted his whole length into you once again, burying himself to the hilt roughly, or maybe it was the stinging yet delicious pain that burned your left cheek after his hand came into contact with it but you were cumming around his cock for the third time with a loud scream, vision going white as your body spammed underneath him as he watched you come undone, almost exploding right there and then inside you while hearing the way his name fell of your lips like a prayer.

“Shit! Yeah, just like that. Cream around my cock.” Toji encouraged you as he kept fucking you through your high, eyes never leaving your centre and the way you coated him with your juices until you were dumb enough to even talk anymore.

Your body kept twitching with pleasure overflowing your system, limbs and mind feeling numb but not enough to notice the way Toji was still completely hard inside you, even if you were far gone by now. He wasn’t going to stop until you were broken.

“Dumb and messy,” his voice sounded like an echo in your fucked out state, too sweet with a hint of a caress in your cheek as he moved again inside you. “That’s how I love you.”

You wished you could be lucid enough to make sure this wasn’t your delusional mind playing tricks on you, eyes filling with tears again as Toji used you again and again, playing with your body just like he played with your heart. You couldn’t complain. You didn’t want to complain.

This was your punishment for your greediness and you were going to take it.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen writing #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader

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mxaizupublishionhouse · 3 years ago

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Do you do Yandere x Reader? If so, can you do Tartaglia? I look forward to it! —TotallyNotZhongli

Note : Of course! I hope you like my first Yandere!Childe and enjoy it! Also,thanks for the request! I really appreciate it! Warning : Yandere,mention of blood

My Sweet Love [Yandere!Childe x gn!reader]

Knock Knock

You turned to look over your shoulder to see familiar ginger man leaning against the wall,facing you with his arms folded on his chest. Your eyes scanning his leaning figure with a tilted head, wondering what he's doing here. You just enjoying the view of the night Liyue after a tiring day alone with the wind washing away any worry thoughts. "Enjoying the view, are we?" his voice calmly asking as he now standing next to you, watching the beautiful view in front of him. But,in his eyes, there's only one person that able to take his breath away easily. "Liyue's pretty in nights," you stated softly, tucking you hair behind your ear to keep it out of your face while Childe noticed a beautiful earring on your ear. He never gave you any earring.Who dare to touch his lov-

"Childe? Something's wrong?" you asked looking at his unreadable expression. He quickly flashes his usual playful smile and leaning on the wooden railing carefully. "Nothing,I just noticed that beautiful earring you got there," he stated while a little smile. You touched the accessory and smiled. "Mr.Zhongli got it for me.I insisted for him to keep but he looked sincere.."you answered,remembered the heartwarming scene that made a smile also crept into your lips.

Childe's fist tighten on his side when heard another man's name coming out from your lips. Thoughts of the Consultant making your heart beats faster than him making sick thoughts creeping into his head. He met you a while back but with his heart, he knew you are the one for him.The one that he will live together with,the one that will be the mother on his children and the one that will be wrapped around his arms when sleeping in the nights. No one else. Only him. He don't care if you like it or not- "Goodnight,Childe.I will see you tomorrow," you smiled at him and left a soft peck on his lips shyly before walking back into the building. He watched your figure in silence before wandering his gaze around before spotted Mr.Zhongli himself,walking home alone.

"Does anyone ever tell you not to touch other people's property"

"Childe acting out of place lately.." you muttered under your breath while sitting behind the counter of your family shop. There wasn't any customers right now and you checked the clock. You planned to meet with Zhongli for lunch so you prepared to visit him. You told your other worker to take care of the shop before walking out to breath fresh air of Liyue. You fixed your qipao before walking towards Zhongli's house since he told you that he taking a day off. You still wondering what's happened to Childe. Since the night at the balcony, he rarely showing up to see you at your shop at usual anymore. You did miss his charming smile on his handsome face everytime he walked in your shop. 'Probably he just busy with his works' you muttered to yourself,convincing yourself. You still remember the spontaneous kiss few nights and your cheeks flushed in warmth.

"Maybe I should tell him about it.."

After walking for a while, you arrived at the front door and knocked but realized the door was left unlocked. You excused yourself and step in the typical Chinese house that decorated with beautiful decorations. Weirdly, no one was in the house and there's no sign of Zhongli. "[y/n]?" called a familiar voice that stopped you in your tracks before turning around. Childe came out from Zhongli's bedroom made you gasped. "Childe? What are you doing in here?" you asked him before facing him with nervous gaze. What did he do to Zhongli? hurt him? Is this why he never visit you at shop again? A gloved hand caressing your cheek gently while his other hand closing the locking the front door. You looked up to look at him,hoping that all these just little fun pranks since Childe and Zhongli are good friends.

But all you saw was.. dull and possessiveness in his ocean blue eyes that sent cold shivers down your spine.

"You look as beautiful as always.." he praised your his voice now next to your ear and he suddenly forcefully pulled down to take off the single earring made you almost scream in pain but his other free hand covering your mouth quickly. "Shh~ Don't make too much noise~" he purred softly as you sobbing quietly when felt the blood trails down from your injured ear onto your shoulder.

"W-why.."

"Because I love you so much..You are made to be loved by me and no one else.. No one can touch and look at you the same as I do,dear.."

Your knees weakening under his drunk in love gaze on you that putting you trembling. Before you could react, you fist landed straight to his nose that made him stumbled few steps back with a groan. You ran into the front door but he caught your wrist and pinned you against the wall with him hovering behind you. Your heart pounding loudly in your ears in fear of the worst outcomes.

"Let me go,Childe..."

"Nope.You already in my arms, I'm not gonna let you go easily.. I couldn't bring myself to see you talking to others when I'm the one who deserve to be next to you!"

You flinched when his fist collided with the wall next to your head. You kept the tears inside,fear he might hurt you.

"Say,[y/n]..I will give you anything you desire;money,power,..happiness.." he whispered into your ear with heavy breaths. "We will live together in loving life..No disturbance..No other people..No Zhongli.." he continued before you heard he threw the earring onto the floor loudly. You just gulped down in fear when he asked "So,what do you say?"

"N-No..Let me go.."

He let out a heavy sigh. "Listen.." his hand landed onto your hips gently. "I will give you everything. Everything you ever desire..Anything for my sweet [y/n]..And all you have to do is stay by my side,that's all.You don't have to work hard, you just need to be home when I'm home..Not much..And your love must be full,only for me"

You love Childe but not this Childe. You want to live with him but not in a forced way. You closed your eyes and shaking your head,rejecting his offer. The pain from your bleeding ear now throbbing,making you dizzy.

"Such a stubborn one."

He turned you around to face him before his hand brought your chin to look at him.

"i love you.I love you so much. So much that I will defeat the Gods just for you to look at me with those pretty eyes of yours. You love me,right? You always waiting for me,right? You will always look at me in loving gaze,right?"

"I love you but..."

"But?"

"I love you but not this kind of love,Tartaglia.."

He closed his mouth while staring at you,speechless. Do you fear of him now? Do you not want to have a family with him after this? Or.. your heart already belong to that damn Zhongli..

"I love you,[y/n].."

That was his last words before his lips crashing onto yours,forcing you to kiss him like your life depend on it. Tears dripping down from your eyes but you nervously kisses him back just to satisfied him. After a while of his rough yet lovable make out, he broke the kiss and whispered.

"Good,good~"

You fell into unconscious after a hit landed onto your neck. You felt a pair of arms catching you from hitting the floor and you cant imagine what will happen next..

#yandere childe #childe x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #tartagalia x reader #genshin imagine #genshin impact angst #romance #yandere

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itsnsfwalways · 4 years ago

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Edge Of My Seat

warnings: female reader, mean dom! mgg, degradation (like.... really intense humiliation and ownership talk), slight daddy kink, exhibitionism, overstimulation, choking, squirting, deep subspace, branding (oops), fluffy aftercare (quite a bit of tears oops again)...... i think that’s everything. good luck.

prompt from the lovely @slutforthegubes / @spencersbed (literally one of my favs): i was thinking maybe a fic where you and him are out with the cast but you keep teasing him. when he almost cums his pants is when he decides enough is enough. he makes up an excuse for y’all to leave. the whole car ride home he edges you. once y’all get him he takes you over his knee and spanks you. after he deems fit, he overstimulates you and makes you beg for him to fuck you. when he does finally fuck he absolutely rails you. afterwards he gives you aftercare. he puts lotion on any marks, cleans you up, cuddles you and makes sure you are okay.

A/N: the fact that this has taken me a month to write..... i’m so sorry bre LMAO. i hope you enjoy and that it hits all the right spots !

See, it wasn’t necessarily your fault that you were riled up. Matthew didn’t touch you once this morning, besides a few kisses and your morning cuddles, of course, but no funny business whatsoever! You knew that you were meeting the crew for lunch later today, and made it your mission today to show him what he’s missing.

“Come on, baby, right here,” he whispers to you, touching your waist as if you were a flower ready to break while he guides you into the table, sitting next to you and immediately putting a hand on your thigh, unable to go a few minutes without any physical contact.

A whimper almost escapes your throat at the touch, so worked up over, what, not getting off before noon? God, who have you turned into? Shaking your head from side to side to clear your thoughts, you turn your attention over to Matthew, who’s already ordering you two drinks, his left hand moving in the air as he speaks to the waitress while his right thumb continues to rub small circles into your thigh. Your eyes zero in on his gorgeous hands, because, wow. His long, skillful fingers didn’t even have to be near you and you turned into a sex-deprived slut around him, only wanting one thing.

You turn your body more towards Matthew, sliding your hand under his shirt to rub his back while your other sneaks around the front, softly tracing over his stomach. He hums, glancing over to you before squeezing your thigh, thinking you just wanted some affection right now, but his eyes harden when he feels you trace his happy trail, just barely touching the skin but it’s enough to make him inhale sharply, covering it up with a cough.

“What are you doing?” Matthew lowly asks, his nails beginning to dig into your thigh, sending goosebumps down your arms in excitement. You shrug, slowly bringing a finger down to trace across his hip, going across his inner thigh to ghost across his growing bulge. You do your best to cover up the smirk crawling on your face but you catch Adam’s eye when you look away, blushing when he says loudly, “Hey! What kinda funny business are you two doing?”

“You wish, Rodriguez,” you laugh, placing your hand on top of Matthew’s bulge and looking back to him, raising your eyebrows to see if he’s okay with it. And of course he is, but you were breaking the rules, and you knew he was going to make you pay for it when you got back. Perfect.

Palming him slowly, you watch as he stutters his way through ordering for the both of you, knowing you’ll be able to see the indents from his fingernails for at least a day with how hard he’s gripping you. You hand your menu over to him with a completely innocent look on your face, and can feel him twitch underneath you when he takes it with clenched teeth, handing it over to the waitress with a tight, “thanks.” Sweeping a hand through his hair, he moves his eyes over to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Better stop now, little girl. You’re already in for a punishment for being such a greedy mess while I’m trying to enjoy lunch, don’t want to make it worse by continuing it, hmm?” When he pulls back, you bite your lip to attempt to contain your smile as you shake your head slowly back and forth, beginning to unzip his pants extremely slowly, not breaking eye contact with him. His bottom lip finds itself between his teeth as he stares down at you, not being able to smack your inner thigh because he was literally right across from his friends, and more importantly, his coworkers.

He lets go of your leg finally, grabbing his glass and gripping it with more force than necessary, his blood boiling at the sheer disobedience you were showing him. Deciding the best option for him would be to ignore you, he begins talking to AJ about something random, you honestly could care less, but decide two can play at this game. Tracing him through his underwear, his cock very distinguishable, you turn your attention to Paget, noticing Matthew’s eyes flit to yours when you begin speaking.

“Thank you for those flowers you sent us the other day, I meant to have him tell you,” gesturing to Matthew, squeezing him harshly through the fabric at the same time, “They were gorgeous, have them as our kitchen centerpiece now.” Paget laughs with you, taking a sip from her glass.

“Of course! I’m glad you like them. It feels like forever since I’ve seen your pretty face, your man likes to hide you quite a bit you know,” she points, squinting her eyes at Matthew, who just shrugs, looking briefly over at you. “You need to bring her out to hang with us more, I’m getting bored of just you.”

You laugh out loud at this, but catch yourself before you can really start digging your own grave. You watch him roll his eyes, fake laughing which sends Paget into another fit of giggles, while you just continue to pet him through his clothes, not stopping as the food is dropped off in front of you, Matthew sending the waitress a tight lipped smile as he shoves a bite of food in his mouth, giving him an excuse to groan deeply, the sound going straight to your clit. He refuses to make eye contact with you as he mumbles out, “This food is so good,” not even acknowledging your hand on top of him. Alright, fine.

Your hand finally wraps around his cock, pulling him out of his underwear and watching with a small grin as his lips part and he takes a slow breath out while staring down at his food. Feeling him twitch in your hand, you take it as a sign to begin slowly pumping up and down, taking your time to swipe your thumb across his tip everytime you reach the top. One hand snaps down to meet your thigh under the tablecloth, squeezing hard enough that his fingertips go white from the pressure, while the other moves down his face to hide his mouth, eyes darting across the table.

“Hey, Matthew, did you ever get that script I sent over your way? What did you think of it?” Paget asks, both yours and Matthew’s heads snapping her direction. You turn back to look at him, eyes twinkling with mischief as you put a fake innocent look on your face.

“Oh? I never heard about a script, what’s it about, babe?” You ask sweetly, biting your tongue between your teeth to keep from laughing at his reaction when you squeeze the base of him and he jumps up. His eyes flash dangerously towards you and you feel his nails dig into your thigh before he clears his throat to answer.

“Yeah, I-I did look it over, the Horse Girl one, yeah?” Matthew stutters, turning his head back to Paget and running a hand through his hair. She nods and you make eye contact with her, winking before moving your attention back to Matthew, who, unsurprisingly, refused to look back at you.

“I think it might be a good... a good fit,” he pauses in between his words, eyes slipping shut for only a moment, which fed your ego nicely. “Should be easy to just be an idol of someone, plus my only ‘big’ scene would be having sex with her, so,” he shrugs, picking up his glass to take a swig as your hand stops its movements. Paget’s eyes meet yours and you can tell she’s just as confused as you are by his statement.

“Alright, player, not in front of your lady,” Shemar laughs, gesturing to you and sending Matthew a questioning look. You turn your head back to him and begin pumping him again, much faster this time.

“Ouch,” you say plainly, swiping your thumb over his tip to collect some of the precum gathered there. Slowly bringing it back to your lips, you nonchalantly suck it into your mouth, not breaking eye contact as Matthew’s hips buck up into the air. His lips part, eyebrows raising as he grows even harder, watching your wet thumb slide out of your mouth seductively. His jaw tightens, a vein popping out in his neck when he brings his arm around you, pulling you closer next to him and making it look as if he’s kissing your head to apologize. His tight voice sends shivers down your spine when he whispers,

“If you don’t stop right fucking now, Y/N, I swear to god, I’m going to bruise you purple.”

Pulling away, he watches through clenched teeth as you return your hand to his cock, leaning up to ‘kiss his jaw’, but really muttering, “That a promise or a threat, sir?”, squeezing hard around his base. Your other hand moves to go underneath his shirt, scratching your nails down his back.

Matthew let’s out a harsh cough at that, licking his lips before pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, and biting, his hand slipping to your waist to pinch the skin there. Pulling your bottom lip into your mouth, you move your attention to your food as you begin to pump your hand faster, trying as hard as you can not to move your shoulder and give the two of you away.

Matthew grips onto your side harshly, squeezing the extra pudge on your body in his hands so roughly you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow. His spine was tingling, with pleasure, anger, frustration, and frankly, complete shock. He knew you were far from innocent, but exhibition was normally his thing.

Feeling him beginning to pulse in your hand, you start to speed up your hand once more before it’s completely ripped away from his lap, and you watch with a smirk as he stuffs himself back inside his pants, the veins in his shaking hands prominent from how tightly he’s had them in fists or grabbing you.

“Guys, I’m so sorry, there’s an emergency at home that Y/N and I have to go take care of, I hate to leave but we need to go, now,” Matthew stands up, taking your jacket off your seat and directing his last words towards you, nostrils flared in anger as he manages to keep a smile in his face. You try to suppress your grin as you stand up, waving goodbye to everyone quickly as Matthew grabs your wrist and pulls you away.

“Sorry guys, someone’s a little frustrated today,” you call out to them, your laugh being cut short by a sharp gasp when Matthew digs his nails into the inside of your wrist. He definitely shouldn’t be playing with you like this in public but, fuck, you always had to cross the line didn’t you. As soon as you’re out of everyone’s vision, he places a strong hand on the back of your neck, similarly to how you’d pick up a kitten by their scruff.

“You are so fucking lucky we are in public and with my goddamn friends right now or you would be bent over that table in two seconds. Who the fuck do you think you are, almost making me cum where you could be photographed and the whole world would know my girl is a fucking misbehaving cockslut. How embarrassing would that be for me?” You suck in a sharp breath of air at his words, barely registering you’ve made it to the car before he’s ushering you inside, shutting the door behind you and making his way to the drivers seat. Buckling your seatbelt slowly, you begin to rethink everything you did tonight, maybe you went a bit too far. Trying to gain any brownie points, you whisper out, “I’m sorry, sir,” but this just sets him off even more.

His fingers tighten against the wheel as he pulls out of the parking spot, refusing to make eye contact with you. The truth is, he was so fucking close and one move could have him cumming in his pants. But he decides to have a little fun with you instead, after all, you were still being a naughty little girl just asking to be punished. His hand reaches down to grip your inner thigh, fingers pressing into the skin harshly, light scratches coming from his nails digging into your skin. “I think you’re sorry you didn’t get to see me finish, but my good girl would never do something like that, you know who would though?” He pauses to smack your thigh once, quickly, before massaging the reddened area afterwards. You clear your throat before muttering out, a soft, “who?”

“A filthy whore would. But you’re not a filthy whore, are you? Are you, Y/N?” He pushes, smacking your inner thigh once more. You try to clench your legs together but Matthew pulls them apart quickly, gasping when his nimble fingers tug your thong down your legs, lifting your butt up to allow him to slide it off of you. He bunches the fabric up in his hands, and you can’t even start to answer his question before the lacy underwear is pushed into your mouth. He finally looks over at you, your wide eyes staring back at him while you force your hands to stay at your sides, feeling the way his fingers trace shapes along your thigh. “Since you don’t want to answer, I guess you are, which is such a shame. Here I was thinking I could let you cum, but if you’re just here for my pleasure,” he pauses to tut at your whine of protest, “I’ll just use you for me. Spread your legs.”

The harsh command parts your legs instantly, your pussy clenching around nothing but the cool breeze that hits it when your skirt shifts up your leg. You watch as Matthew slips his middle two fingers into his mouth, eyes focused on the road as he wets the digits. He pulls them out after a few seconds, leaving the trail of spit connecting his lips to his fingers as he leans forward to spit harshly onto them, bringing his dripping hand over the center console to land directly on your pussy. His fingers immediately move to collect your wetness before beginning to massage very slow circles around your clit, not allowing you to have him where you really want him.

“Listen closely, you fucking slut,” Matthew spits, glancing over for only a second to make sure you’re looking at him- as if you could be looking at anything else. “You’re not going to cum until I tell you to. I don’t want to feel you fluttering around me, no squeezing my digits, because that means that I would be pleasing you, correct?”

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth with furrowed eyebrows, nodding slowly and attempting to say, “Y-yes, sir,” but your words come out garbled from the makeshift gag. Matthew’s middle finger trails down to trace your weeping hole, tapping lightly on the wetness surrounding his favorite place.

“I’m not here to please you, stupid girl. I’m not here for you to play with, I’m not here for you to toy with, and I’m definitely not here to give filthy whores what they want. Have I made myself clear, or does my dumb little cockslut need to learn her place?”

Chills run down your body at his words and you can’t help the whimper that comes out, having to tighten your hands in fists to stop yourself from clenching, knowing that he’d be able to feel it. Your head tilts to the side to look out the tinted window, hearing Matthew laugh at your reaction, before feeling his finger slip barely inside you, shallowly fucking you so it only just passes his first knuckle.

You sharply inhale through your nose when a second finger breeches you, the two fingers beginning to massage the inside of you, rubbing against that one spot that has your legs shaking. You hum loudly, letting Matthew know that you’re close, but he only speeds up his digits, moving his thumb to rub circles against your clit, the sudden pleasure causing you to clench tightly around him. You can’t even begin to think of what you did wrong before his fingers are out of you and inside his mouth, sucking them deep into his throat to clean them of you, ignoring the harsh exhale you let out. He finally turns to you, laughing at the redness in your cheeks before taking out the panties from your mouth, slipping them into his pocket before he yanks you towards him by your throat, releasing it to slide his still-damp fingers past your lips. You do your best to give his fingers the best treatment you could, sucking them deep into your mouth while tracing your tongue in between them, your stomach swirling with need.

He finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth and doesn’t give you anytime to catch your breath before your back is pinned to your seat and his hand is between your legs once more, slipping inside you easily and only curling faster into your g-spot when you moan loudly, your back arching against the arm on your chest, whining when his thumb returns to your clit, so on edge from this morning. He starts off by making small circles directly on your sensitive bud, ignoring your whining, before pulling his hand back and smacking your dripping sex, a loud moan filling the car.

“Tell me what you’re not going to do,” he demands, two fingers returning inside of you and immediately going to work while you try and think. Your mouth opens and closes as Matthew brings you closer and closer to the edge, watching you stay silent while your legs begin to shake. You gasp out, “Not going to c-cum, not going to,” clenching your fists as you interrupt your words with a sharp whine, unable to keep yourself from pulsing around him.

You almost shout ‘no!’ when he pulls his fingers out of you, but you aren’t even able to catch your breath before he’s going back and forth on your clit, watching you with his lips between his teeth as your breath stutters and your eyes roll into the back of your head, a pathetic, “please,” falling from your mouth. Matthew chuckles, moving his fingers to pinch your clit harshly.

“Who does this pretty pussy belong to? Remind me, darling.”

His even tone sends shivers down your spine as you pant out, “You, sir. It’s yours.” He hums, beginning his slow, circular movements once more. “That’s right. It’s mine, which means what? That I’m the one who controls when, and if, you ever come. I’m the one who decides what you receive, what you deserve, and when you deserve it. Do I need to repeat myself or does my dumb puppy understand?”

Your body thrashes in your seat as you nod quickly, trying to hold back as best you can. “Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours,” you repeat over and over, catching Matthew’s attention when he turns his head over to look at you. Pulling his fingers away from you, he places them in your mouth once more, his eyes moving back and forth between the road and your pretty face, tears already glistening in your eyes.

Removing them finally, he pats the side of your face twice, wipes his hand on his pant leg, and returns it back to the wheel, completely ignoring the panting girl in his passenger seat. He sniffs, trying to hide his grin as he asks, “You green, little love?” You nod immediately and repeat the color back to him, shifting in your seat, but stopping as soon as a hand clamps down on your thigh, pulling them apart. “You keep those there and shut the fuck up til we get home. I’ll deal with you then.”

It feels like forever til the car pulls into the driveway with a harsh stop, causing the seatbelt to dig into your neck slightly. Matthew scoffs when he notices you swallow and take a deep breath, mumbling out, “God, you’re pathetic, even my driving turns you on.” He runs a hand through his hair quickly, turning to you when you haven’t moved, nerves fizzing all throughout your body. “Out. Run along inside, little girl.” His voice dropped to a low, sturdy tone and sent a chill down your back, his eyes scarily calm as he stares you down. With shaky hands, you exit the car, rushing up the stone steps quickly while you mentally prepare yourself for what you’re about to experience. The click of the door unlocking barely even registers when you here the familiar sound of the car door shutting, sending a rush of adrenaline through you. Toeing your shoes off at the door, you rush up the steps into the bedroom, almost feeling as if you’re being chased by a scary monster. Which, in a way, you kind of were.

You were just finishing hanging up your coat when Matthew walked inside the bedroom, leather shoes still on which you can’t help but lick your lips at. He just looked too good in them, mixed with the pale pink button up he put on this morning, his appearance alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. The expression he gives you let’s you know how much trouble you’re in, nothing but a simple smirk on his face while he methodically rolls up his sleeves. He motions you over with two fingers when he takes a seat on the chest at the end of your bed, which, to guests, looked fairly normal. You had come to learn, however, it served one purpose and one purpose only: the perfect place for him to sit while he spanked the living shit out of you. Hesitant steps brings you to stand in front of him, almost eye level with him when he takes your hips in his hands to force your body in between his spread legs. The silence in the air cuts through your body like a knife while he slowly unzips your skirt, watching as the fabric drops to the floor before glancing up at you. “Such a shame you couldn’t be good enough to keep your pretty little thong on until we got home,” he tuts, pulling the lacy black fabric from his front pocket to twirl it around in the air. Your face burns from the movement and he grins, hair wild around him making him look almost feral. Unhinged.

The underwear suddenly flies off of his finger and lands somewhere in the room, forcing your vision back up to his eyes. He reaches up with one hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, using it as an excuse to grip the back of your head with his fingers and yank you closer to him. A gasp is pulled from your lungs when Matthew tilts your head back, forcing your eyes to the ceiling so he can start biting down your neck. His teeth follow the artery down the side of your throat, pinching it just hard enough to make your pulse spike and he’s able to feel it on his tongue, the throbbing sensation going straight to his cock. He pulls away just for a second to murmur delicately in your ear, “Do you know how badly you’re about to get it, you filthy, fucking brat? I’m about to destroy you.” His words fall from his lips like honey, swirling around your head and leaving you basking in the gentle, sing-song voice he uses with only you that you don’t even notice when he pulls away until he forces your chin down to look at him. Matthew smiles gently, very gently, at the way your eyes remained unfocused for a second, because he was going to enjoy this, enjoy you. Chills pop up on your skin when your brain finally realizes what he just said to you, mixed with how nice he was being right now. This was the calm before the storm.

Your eyes meet his finally and he purses his lips at you minutely, squinting his eyes as he studies your face. You have half a mind to try and apologize but when your lips part, no words can fall out because you know, you know there is no going back. It’s almost like he knows what you’re thinking when he asks you softly, “You’ll use your colors when you need them, yes?” And waits for you to nod and mumble out, “yes, sir,” while looking down at his lips. He leans in closer to you, stopping an inch away from your parted mouth to ask, “And what are they, sweet girl? Why don’t you remind me?” You have to shut your eyes to breathe for a second and Matthew allows you to have this time for yourself right now, knowing how rough he’s about to be. “G-green, yellow, red, sir. I know em, I’ll use em,” you sigh out, leaning your forehead against his to ground yourself.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl. Why don’t you lay yourself over my lap for me then? Think you can manage?” He hums, the vibration from his throat mixed with his breathy whisper makes it impossible for you to not obey his every command, obediently turning your body to lay across his lap, head resting on his thigh while your feet hold you lightly on the floor for now. You know that they will be limp by the end of this, but you can at least try to have some dignity in the beginning. Matthew stops your thoughts quickly by starting to massage your ass, starting with the left cheek before moving onto the right, alternating between harsh, pointed grips underneath his fingers and soft, slow circles with his palm. “Normally, I would make you tell me everything you did wrong here, ask how many you think you deserve, that sound about right?” He questions, nails digging in to scratch the skin around your hips. You whimper in the back of your throat and squeeze your eyes shut, breathing out, “yes, sir,” to appease him. Matthew hums, moving his hands down to scratch at the back of your thighs, the sensitive skin causing you to suck in a harsh breath of air. You press your forehead deeper into his thigh at his next words, choking on a gasp.

“See, Y/N, I just don’t think you deserve that. You wanted to be a nasty whore in front of all of my friends, so why should I give you that common courtesy when you’re just a little slut?” He punctuates the end of his question with a harsh slap, the pinky ring he put on today biting into the skin of your ass. You barely have time to apologize before he slaps you again, this time on the other side. His other arm reaches for your neck, holding the back of it similarly to a scolded child, tightening his grip when he shouts, “Answer me!” and spanks you once more. The pain bites through you like you fell on ice and Matthew revels in the high pitched whine that rings throughout the room. “You shouldn’t, sir, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please, just punish me,” you cry out, pressing wet kisses to his thigh.

Fuck, Matthew liked hearing that and tilted his head back, biting his lip, the rush of power that ran through him at your words had his hands shaking. He feels you choke out a cough around his hand and releases your neck from the tight grip he had it in. He sniffs, running a finger lightly down your spine. “I’d apologize for that but I just don’t really care,” and you can sense the grin on his face when he spanks you once more and has you moaning against his leg.

The feeling is beyond words, the stinging sensation not even pain at this point but pleasure, it feels like every spank is bringing you closer and closer. Matthew’s pant leg has to be soaked by now from your drooling mouth but you don’t even notice, only letting out rough gasps or ‘thank you, sir’. Suddenly, you feel a smack on your upper thigh, and, without even thinking, reach a hand down to cover your skin.

Before you could even blink, Matthew had grabbed your waist, placed you sitting on the wooden chest, and was walking towards the closet, not speaking a word to you. Grateful for the break, you brace yourself with your hands on the chest and try and get yourself back to Earth, wiping the drool off your chin with a grimace. You can feel your sticky, shaking thighs and ass burn from the direct contact but your face burns even brighter when you feel the wood below you become damp from your dripping center. You couldn’t remember how many spanks you had gotten at this point, your head was starting to get hazy and your body was on fire, needing Matthew’s touch. Your head snaps up when the clicks of Matthew’s shoes grow louder and your stomach drops when you see the metal handcuffs in his hands, no change in the calm manner he’s presenting. A rush of heat goes through you when you see the damp circle on his thigh from your mouthing at him. He squats down in front of you to bring the handcuffs up, gliding the cool metal down your face while watching every small change your facial muscles make. A chuckle comes from the back of his throat suddenly and you look up to say a small prayer before looking back at him, watching as he taps the cuff to your bottom lip. “You’re real brave for trying that one, Y/N. I mean,” he pauses to shake his head from side to side, laughing harder when he sees your thighs clench. “You just can’t help yourself, you stupid, stupid girl,” and then your face burns and your core burns and Matthew grabs your face in his hands and forces your eyes onto his.

“Ask me again.” He sounds desperate for it, need filling his quick plea and your mouth drops in his grip, wide doe eyes looking at him. He shakes his head, drawing his lips into his mouth for a moment before tilting his chin up at you. “Ask me to hit your pretty little face again.” He whispers this last part onto your lips, just barely allowing his bottom lip to skim yours before he pulls back to watch the way your eyes slip close and a soft ‘please’ escapes you without hesitation.

The control he had over you was a funny thing, it wasn’t that he had you on a leash, metaphorically, it was you that had him chained and owned. You owned him and he was thrilled to be able to show you just how much he appreciated that. His hand leaves your face slowly and you open your eyes immediately to watch him stand, his prominent bulge now inches from your face. “You can do better than that. Beg for me. Now.” His voice grows dark and he grits his teeth together, unimpressed with your whine. You swallow, looking up at him incredulously before managing to spit out, “Please, I’m so sorry, sir, please hit me. I want you to slap me til I beg you to stop, please, sir.” Matthew watches as your eyes grow glossy with unshed tears and your lungs have you panting for air before you see his hand pull back a ways. You close your eyes in anticipation, lips turning into a sedated smile while you wait for the slap.

The rush of adrenaline never comes and your eyebrows crease in confusion before you open your eyes to see Matthew smirking at you, arms folded in front of him, metal cuffs swinging back and forth in his hand. “You didn’t think I was going to give you what you wanted, did you? Cute performance, though, seems I’ve taught you well. A good little actress you are,” he pauses to laugh at your pouting face before unlocking the handcuffs, not even acknowledging the shocked gasp you release at his words. When you’re still sitting in front of him seconds later, he rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers at you, “Up, now. God, Y/N, do you ever listen?” He sounds annoyed with you, your mind tells you, and your body scrambles to appease him, jumping up so fast you almost fall. His hands catch your shoulders easily, it was second nature at this point, before he spun you to face away from him, forcing your arms parallel behind your back to click the cuffs into place on your wrists. With each touch, his fingers leave behind trails of fire on your skin, and you revel in the hidden gentleness behind each rough touch he allows you to have. Matthew gives your top arm a tug and hums contently when you stumble backwards into his chest, moving your body like a ragdoll back onto his lap, being careful to make sure your neck doesn’t slam down on his thigh. Your fingers grip your arms as you test your mobility, which was, not much to say the least. Matthew’s left hand resumes massaging your ass, and your face snaps back to him when you feel it. How did you not notice it when he first walked out?

Adorned on his middle three fingers were three large silver rings with his initials on them, reading out ‘MGG’ in a bold font. They were something he didn’t wear too often, but when he did, God. He liked to wear them so the letters were facing his palm, and allowed for each spank to mark his initials into you, to claim you as his. Matthew meets your eyes and grins, moving your head to face the floor slowly by taking your chin in his hand and turning it slowly, not breaking eye contact until you’re physically unable to keep looking at him. His hand goes down to tug at the chain between your wrists, lifting them up just enough to put a strain on your shoulders before letting them fall harshly onto your lower back. “Too bad you’re all chained up. Can’t even say no to me branding you, can you? Cuz you like it, you filthy girl,” he teases, finally smacking your ass twice in a row, a light one to warm you up to the metal first before actually allowing himself to let go. You squeeze your eyes closed and let out an almost laugh at the sensation, the feeling completely different. This was painful, and Matthew knew it, which was why he forced your eyes down. He didn’t want you to know when it was coming, to give you time to prepare. You deserved to be punished and he had no problem dishing that out.

A particularly harsh smack rips a moan from your throat and your legs start shaking, you had to be absolutely dripping on him at this point. “Please, sir, oh my god, please,” you cry out, unable to catch your breath when the next one comes, another moan falling from you. Matthew pauses when he feels you choke on a breath, instead going to trace over the quickly forming marks on your backside while he lets you catch your breath. “What are you begging for this time, Y/N, hm? I know my dirty slut isn’t asking to cum, not after being so disobedient today.” The feeling of him writing his initials over and over into your skin mixed with knowing that they will bruise by tomorrow causes you to squeeze your legs together to push off your orgasm, wanting to be good for him.

“I-I’m trying, Sir,” you gasp out, wrists tugging at the restraints. You rest your forehead harshly on his thigh, trying to focus on your breathing when you hear the slap before feeling it. Matthew starts again, hitting you quickly three times in a row, moving his hand to slip his thumb into your open, panting mouth. You suck his finger deep into your mouth, grateful for it, but Matthew has other plans, deciding to hook your cheek and turn your head to lay on his leg, your face dripping mascara when you make eye contact with him. The curls around his face stick to him with sweat, his eyes blazing and lips a dark cherry color, likely to his obsessive biting. His eyebrows raise in a condescending manner, eyes flickering to the wet patch you’ve made on both of his legs now before examining the handiwork he made on your ass. He rests his hand to thumb over the indents, clicking his tongue when you hiss from his actions. “Color?” He simply says, spinning the M ring around with his thumb. You whimper out, “Green,” trying unsuccessfully to stop your hips from bucking up.

He looks unimpressed at your actions, eyebrows raised when he lifts you up so your wet core is pressed to him, you legs straddling his thigh. You try to lift yourself up for a second but Matthew holds you down harshly, ignoring the small, “Sir,” you whisper out from how close you are. He ignores you and begins to slide your hips back and forth on his thigh, spreading your wetness around onto him. Your eyes are wide when he flexes his leg to meet your clit perfectly, whimpers falling from your mouths like prayers. “G-Gonna cum,” you cry out, holding your elbows behind you as your stomach tightens and your legs begin to shake. Matthew shakes his head in front of you, tsking lightly before reminding you, “That’s not how we ask,” and continuing to grip your hips and have you grind on his thigh, leaning forward to bite at your neck and darken some of the marks he left there before. You whine deep in your throat and open your mouth, tongue falling out when Matthew pulls back to look at you. “Please, can I cum, sir?” You whimper, hair sticking to your forehead when you tilt your head back to try and hold it off. Immediately, a hand is wrapped around your bared throat and tugs you closer to him, pulling and pushing you by your throat rather than your hips as his other hand moves to grip your ass in his hand, smacking it once. “No. You can’t,” he commands, stopping his movements and holding your hips down so you’re unable to move on your own. Matthew watches with a mock sympathetic expression at your creased eyebrows and open mouth, a sad cry leaving it which he can’t help but roll his eyes at.

Tucking his thumb into your mouth, he pulls your mouth open and leans forward slightly, the feeling of him spitting onto your tongue from behind your closed eyes is enough to make you drop your head forward onto his shoulder. Matthew doesn’t allow this to happen of course, instead lifting you up onto his other thigh, his grip on your hips not releasing when he begins forcing you to start grinding on him again. You hiss at the stimulation so quickly after you were that close but say nothing, he can tell in your wide eyes that you not only know you deserve this, but you want it. “Got to make my thighs even, yeah? Can’t have a mess on one leg and not the other.” Your eyes move to the thigh you just rode, bottom lip finding itself between your teeth at the large wet patch left behind, glistening in the light. Moving your head back to make eye contact with him, you whimper from the nonstop pace he had set, getting closer to the edge than you thought was possible. “S-Sir, I can’t,” you stress, a clinking sound ringing behind you as you try and move your hands, groaning when they don’t budge.

“Someone’s a little frustrated it looks like, too bad your hands are tied, bet they’d be tugging on my hair like a proper whore,” he finishes this with a harsh tug on your own, pulling you backwards so he can see all of you. Your eyes slip closed and you curse at yourself for being so bold earlier, what the fuck were you thinking. A harsh ripping sound forces your eyes back open and you see your shirt fall off your body, mouth dropped open as you watch his hand immediately move to slap your left tit, moving to pinch your nipple harshly. He looks up at you, a smug expression on his face when he shrugs, gathering the pieces in his hand to toss aside. “It was in the way, I don’t know why you were still wearing it.”

It adds a new element, the fact that you were stark naked in front of him and he was fully clothed, wearing a button up and those tight black pants that squeeze his thighs so well. You buck your hips up in his hand when you start thinking deeper at the power that he just exuded effortlessly, how he didn’t even need to try and you gave yourself to him. “Sir,” you whine out, a tear slipping from your eye in frustration when you feel your toes curling. He gathers your face in one hand with a soft smile, wiping the tear with his thumb before slipping it into your mouth, knowing your body better than you do as the action calms you more than you thought was possible. He leans forward to ghost over your cheekbone lightly with his lips, murmuring, “I don’t really care that you want to cum, darling, it’s not about you, is it?” into your temple, before pulling back. You shake your head, mewling when he slips his thumb out of your mouth and smacks you harshly against the face, lifting your legs up at the exact moment that would have sent you over the edge.

“Fuck,” you cry out, gasping at the slap and trying to stop your hips from bucking up in his grasp. Pulling your lips back into a smile, you blow the hair out of your face before looking up at him. Alright, so you weren’t going to come for a while, if at all, tonight. That also means that he’s going to be spending a lot of attention bringing you to that edge. Good enough. You watch as Matthew tries to figure out what has you smiling, fingers gripping your hips harsher to make you bite your lip to suppress a whimper. Standing up slowly, he moves you to kneel in front of him, forcing your head down with his hand on the back of your neck. He pets your head for a second, running his fingers through your hair gently.

“What’s got you so smiley, puppy?” The nickname he spits out at you sends a rush to your core and you whine at the way it makes you feel, like you’re so small and he’s so big, and god, is this a lot. “T-thought about your attention on me, Sir. Like it,” you moan out, pulling on your restraints and huffing when they don’t move. Matthew’s fingers tighten in your hair, and you feel the cool leather of his shoe sliding up your thigh. Your lips part as you realize where this is going and you can’t lie at how much you want it.

“Yeah, I got a bit of an attention whore as a pet, didn’t I? A tragedy, really, could’ve had you coming three times by now, but, you wanted to be a brat, so my hands are tied,” he comments, talking about you as if you were just a plaything to him. Your core throbbed when you felt the toe of his boot run along it, sliding underneath you so you rested directly on top of it. Matthew’s hand in your hair kept your head facing the floor as he continued. “It’s like you’re just too dumb to do anything unless I tell you exactly how to, you’re just a needy little thing who wants to cum, that’s all you are.” His degrading words mixed with the thrill of riding his fucking shoe rips a sob from your chest, a mess of “please, sir” and “yes” coming from you. He lifts your head up to get a look at your eyes before continuing on. “I’ll make this real easy for you, okay? Yes? Use your words,” He slips his thumb into your mouth and mocks you when you try and speak while your lips wrap around him, laughing when you whine and buck against his boot. He tilts your head up as says slowly, “You’re going to stand up, let me undo the cuffs, and get onto the bed. Then, I’m going to join you and you aren’t going to touch me once, okay? Got to train you somehow.”

Your cheeks burn at his last statement, whispering out, ‘fuck’, before shakily standing up, with his help of course, and turn around silently to let him undo the restraints. You hear them clink before you’re released, Matthew’s hands massaging each wrist for a few seconds before returning them to your side. You roll your shoulders once before moving onto the bed without another word, staring up at the ceiling as Matthew disappears back into the closet. Finally resting your head back onto the pillows, you attempt to shake out the tremors in your legs, whimpering at the cool air on your wetness. Your heartbeat is loud in your ears, matching the throbbing in your core and you can’t help but whine in desperation.

Matthew returns shortly after, wearing just his briefs and his button up, shoes and pants left behind. You feel him place something next to your feet on the bed but before your head can turn his fingers are on your chin, making it impossible for you to move. He meets your parted lips with a quick kiss, smiling when he pulls away to rub your cheek with his hand.

Pulling his hand back, he slaps you across the face once, relishing in the harsh gasp he rips from you as your head turns to the side. His fingers move back to squish your cheeks together, his lips pursed as he studies your frame. Your voice shakes when you whimper out a pathetic, “please,” but Matthew just scoffs.

“Please,” he mocks, your spine burning white hot from the humiliation. “Didn’t bring you up here to beg, especially that badly, Y/N, I’m disappointed.”

You can’t help the whimper that escapes as he tuts quietly to himself, shaking his head from side to side. His index finger moves from its place on your cheek to slip slowly between your lips, a chill spreading through Matthew as he feels your breath shake on his hand. He pulls it out suddenly, not giving you time to process before he spits down your throat, your eyes rolling back into your head on instinct.

“Getting too mouthy for my liking. Can you learn your place and shut the fuck up, little girl?” He scolds, angry eyes burning into yours while keeping his tone even. You nod automatically, licking your lips once before pressing them together, catching Matthew’s eyes drifting to watch you. He moves his fingers to trail lightly down your neck, brushing over your collarbone before going further down your body. You hear him chuckle to himself when you place your hands under your back, not trusting yourself enough to keep your hands away from him. His eyes look back to yours for a second before he grabs your nipple between his thumb and first two fingers, trailing the hard nub around them. His touch is gentler than you expected, your eyebrows pinched together when he moves to your other nipple, the fact that he was just playing with them right now was not like him.

“Not enough for you, hmm?” Matthew quips, bringing his fingers to travel down over your stomach, your breath hitching when he caresses both of his thumbs over your pelvis, pressing down just enough for you to let out a whimper, the tight knot in your stomach begging to be released.

“I think,” Matthew starts, completely pulling away from you to grab one of the items he put next to you. You debate turning your head to see but you know that the outcome would probably not be in your favor. Matthew’s hands come back into your eyesight and your mouth drops a little at what’s in his hands, a flogger with many leather strips hanging from the handle.

“Mm, you excited, puppy? You shouldn’t be, because what you showed me today is that my bitch thinks she’s allowed to use me like that. I think, you might need a little reminder of who the fuck I am. Because you know your place, don’t you, Y/N? Speak up, now.”

The grin on his face terrifies you in the best way, and your voice cracks when you whisper out, “Yes, sir.” He hums, flexing his fingers before wrapping them around the handle and beginning to run his other hand through the ends. “Tell me then,” he pauses for a while, turning his head back to lean down and whisper in your ear, “Who do you belong to?”

“You, sir, I’m yours, I belong to you, please, please, pl-,” your whimper is cut short by a swift hit across your chest, back arching off the bed at the sensation. He managed to hit you directly on the nipple with one of the strips, feeling harsh pinpricks of pain course through your body and leaving you gasping for air.

“That’s right,” he condescendingly praises, lightly dragging the flogger over your body. “I think you might’ve forgotten that I fucking own you. You are MINE,” your right tit this time. “My property.” Left. “My whore to fuck as I please.” Right. “And my fucking slut to use.” Two fingers slip deep past your lips for only a second before he’s removing the digits, a loud moan leaving you when he begins slapping your tits with his bare hands, feeling the slight sting of his rings still on.

“Fuck, Sir, please, I know, I know, please, I’ll be such a good slut for you, please, just fuck me,” you cry out, legs shaking from the pain flooding your system, your brain turning it right into pleasure. Matthew laughs at this, a genuine belly laugh, dropping the flogger on the ground next to you. His hand grabs you by the throat, pulling you slightly upwards so you’re forced off the bed a ways.

“Good luck,” he whispers, releasing you before finally beginning to unbutton his shirt, taking his time taking his eyes up and down your naked body, small red marks already appearing from how hard he’s grabbing you. Dropping the shirt behind him, he moves to sit between your legs, forcing your hips to come off the bed and into his lap, a small, “thank you, sir” coming from you. He smirks at you, taking his thumb into his mouth to suck it past his lips, his cheekbones protruding and your mouth watering at how fucking hot he looks, watching closely when he pops it from his mouth and he grins at you, leaning forward to spit directly on your pussy. “I wouldn’t be thanking me just yet, pretty thing.”

A gasp escapes you when he brings his thumb down to your throbbing clit, the slightest touch making your hips jump but you force them down, closer to him. He begins to trace small circles on you, feeling you start to flutter already from the gentlest touch. “Close already, are we?” You whimper out, nodding quickly. “‘S a shame you had to be a bad girl then.” You hold back a groan at his words, clenching tighter to try and hold off your orgasm.

Feeling this, Matthew smacks your inner thigh, hard, and slides a finger into you, shaking his head back and forth when he sees your legs start to shake. “Don’t get all coy on me now, go ahead and relax. Wanna feel how aching you are for me without having to worry if I’ll be able to take my finger out of your greedy pussy.” He finishes his sentence by slipping another finger inside and beginning to curl his fingers towards himself, finding that soft spot inside of you instantly. Your neck cranes backwards while your lungs beg for air, unable to breathe at this point, let alone hold off your impending orgasm. Matthew senses this, and withdraws his fingers at the last second, smirking at the loud whine you release.

“Tell you what,” he starts, pausing to spit roughly on your clit, glancing back up at you when you cry out in frustration. “If you can put that dirty mouth to good use and beg for me, I’ll fuck you. Use those crocodile tears and give me a good performance.”

You gasp out, shaking your head from side to side as your hips start bucking, which Matthew puts a stop to immediately. “Not... not a performance, please, sir, please please please please please fuck me, I’ve been so-so good and haven’t touched once! I’m so sorry, please just fuck me, I’ve learned my lesson, please.” You’re crying by the end, your body on fire and the bubble in your stomach feels like it’s ready to burst, hands shaking from the adrenaline.

“Again.” Is all you hear from Matthew, and you lift your head up and whine, staring up at him with eyes filled with tears, not breaking eye contact as he pushes his fingers inside of you once more, finding your special spot with ease and pressing. Your eyebrows knit together as you moan, cutting yourself off to rush out, “Sir, please, use me, please just get yourself off, fuck me like a toy for your pleasure, please just fuck me. Need you to hurt me, Daddy.” The title you give him spurs him on further and you sigh when you feel him get up and slide his briefs down, your head lolling to the side in exhaustion and, to be fair, preparation for what’s to come.

“Hey,” Matthew snaps, pulling your spaced-out eyes back to see him in between your legs once more, watching as he leans forward to massage his tip against your wetness, coating himself in seconds. “Eyes on me. I’m giving you my cock and you can’t even say anything to me? Don’t care where you are, I’ve trained you better.”

You can feel the degradation as faraway as you were and you blink up at him before nodding quickly, thanking him as if your life depended on it. He leans forward, one arm going to lift up your back, his free hand guiding himself slowly inside of you, simultaneously moaning with you as he sinks deep into your pulsing walls.

Without giving you a moment to think, he sets up a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward and hitting your swollen clit with each thrust, repeated moans and screams falling from your lips as you try and keep breathing from how good he’s fucking you. You can feel his hard, hard cock inside of you, and you know that if you were to look you would be able to see him poking through your skin slightly.

As if he was reading your mind, Matthew pushes down on your stomach and a scream rips from your throat, the pressure from both sides making it impossible to think anymore. “Y’fuckin like that, nasty girl, can see me fucking your tight cunt through your stomach, yeah? Yeah?” He presses down harder until you scream out, “Yes!” thrashing on the bed underneath him. He groans, removing his hand to hold onto the headboard in front of you, keeping his fast, deep pace as he stares down at you.

“Hardest I’ve been in my fucking life, I swear, got me fucking whipped for this cunt, but I know you’re just as bad for my cock, huh, baby? Gonna feel me for days.” He moves his arm out from underneath you to cup one of your cheeks, watching with a smile as you nuzzle into it out of habit. He leans down to kiss you sweetly, too sweetly for how he’s fucking you, his lips meeting yours and just sitting there for so long, just giving you his touch before he’s peppering small kisses on your lips, before pulling away and humming, and you hear the slap before you feel it against your cheek.

He’s fucking cruel, watching with a grin as your head rolls back and you clench so tight you almost push him out, but he slides back inside easily and resumes his borderline torture on you. His fingers make their way over to pinch your cheeks together, your tongue falling out automatically which Matthew hums at, spitting slowly into your waiting mouth. Some of it falls down your chin, but Matthew catches it with his thumb, sliding it right back into your mouth. You whimper around him as your legs begin to shake again, unsure of how long you’ll be able to hold off.

“S-So close, Sir,” you gasp out, cutting yourself off with a loud moan when his hand moves from your face to push your legs over his shoulders, fucking harder into you than he had ever tonight, reaching spots so far inside of you that you weren’t even sure existed.

Breathing felt like a chore at this point, you didn’t know this level of pleasure existed, as if you were completely filled and satisfied, but also on fire and so close from the biggest prize of your life. You try and express this in a whine, and hearing Matthew tut, as well as his hips stutter once, you know what’s coming next.

His hands wrap around your throat and begins to use it as a handle to pull you on and off his cock, choked moans and gasps being ripped out of your vocal chords. Matthew groans deeply, pulling his left hand away to smack you across the face once, throwing your head to the side as your back arches off the bed, the new angle allowing him to slip even deeper inside of you.

“Stay there, stay right fucking there. God, my cockslut doing so well for me, letting her owner fuck her so hard, so deeply.” His left hand grips your hip, using it as leverage as he begins to pull on your neck harder, speeding up the pace. A mix between a gasp and a whine falls from you, chest rising and falling quickly as you try and comprehend how fucking good this feels.

“G-gonna cum,” you cry out, whining when you see Matthew shake his head side to side, causing you to squeeze tighter around him to try and hold off. Matthew chokes on his moan and his hands fall from your body, hips stilling inside as he sits up more. While you’re grateful for the opportunity to breathe again, it’s short lived when Matthew smacks you across both cheeks, not even giving you a second before backhanding you on both sides. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your body shakes underneath him, pussy fluttering around him as you try not to cum.

“Oh, you fucking liked that didn’t you, you dirty slut. Think I should take a picture of you like this to show to the world, let everyone know how filthy my girl is. What would they think, seeing you so close with my handprints across your face, saw how rough you like it.” His head’s tilted back, lips dark red and bruised from how hard you were biting them, chin glistening from your wetness, looking like a devil in an angel’s body. His tongue peeks out to swipe along his teeth, chest heaving but he stares down at you with a grin on his face, watching your body thrash, bark arching and falling repeatedly while your hands clench into fists as you try and hold off your orgasm.

“Please, please, please!” You beg, openly crying and squeezing the absolute life out of Matthew. Hearing you sob underneath him, he finally takes mercy on you, bringing a hand down to rub fast circles on your clit, the other tightening around your throat, squeezing as hard as he knew you could take.

“Give it to me, come on, let go for me. Need it so bad, now, Y/N,” he moans, looking into your open eyes before finally spitting in your open mouth, the bubble building up inside of you finally shattering and you scream, your body convulsing as you cum, and squirt all over the sheets, Matthew, and yourself, feeling as if your orgasm would never end.

It was like your pussy got stuck by lightning, you didn’t know this kind of pleasure was possible, it was like every nerve in your body was exploding, every atom being stimulated by Matthew, and you knew your voice was going to be sore tomorrow but you couldn’t stop moaning, the feeling otherworldly. You vaguely felt him release your throat, gasping as you tried to catch your breath, feeling as if your entire body had a vibrator held to it, the aftershocks hitting you again and again as you tighten and release Matthew’s cock again and again.

Matthew swore he saw God that day, watching your head roll back into the mattress and cum so hard he had to hold you down to keep you still, fucking you through his own as he came deep inside you, unable to wait after being drenched with your squirt. Your moans sounded like a choir in his ears, spurring him on to make sure to get every last bit of your orgasm out of you, groaning lowly in his throat before resting his forehead in the crook of your shoulder, continuing to slowly thrust in and out of you. His arms tighten around you immediately when he feels how much your body is shaking, lifting his head up to get a look at your eyes.

“Oh precious baby,” he murmurs, smoothing out your hair around your face. Your eyes were looking right through him, not even realizing he was there as you basked in the warm cloud you were currently on. He leaves a few kisses on your temple before trying to pull out of you, a loud whine stopping him quickly. His thumbs brush away the tears that had already started falling, hearing you moan, “No, no, no, no, no.” Slipping his thumb in your mouth, he rushes out,

“Okay, okay, not going anywhere sweet girl. Mm, you wanna tell me your color, honey love? You feeling good?” The hand in your mouth moves up and down as you nod slowly, eyes drifting back to the ceiling. “You did so well for me, pumpkin, such a good girl. Do you wanna go take a nice, warm bath? Make you feel so much better, how does that sound? Good?” You blink slowly up at him, squeezing them shut when they start to burn with tears. Matthew wipes them away faster than they can fall, biting his bottom lip nervously. You had never been this far under before, he was sure, and to have you so unresponsive made him a little scared. He just wanted to take care of you.

“Babygirl,” he breathes, pulling his thumb from your mouth to wrap around the back of your head and pull you closer to him, head tucked into the crook of his neck. Your bare chest is pressed against his and warmth spreads over your body, happy to be close to your dom. You hum contently and light suck on the skin your lips touch, holding it gently between your teeth, not even processing the groan Matthew lets out. He makes sure that he’s feeling you breathing under him, mind moving a million miles an hour trying to think of what he should give you first. Nuzzling your head out of his neck, he presses his lips to yours, lightly sucking on each of your lips to distract you while he pulls out.

“I know, I know, I know, honey, here, I’m still with you little one,” he tries to console you when you whine into his mouth, his fingers moving to replace his now softened cock. His hand moves to cup your dripping sex and he gently pushes a finger inside, but by the look on your face he knows you felt empty. “You can warm my cock later, but I’m gonna sit you up right now, my love,” he whispers, sliding his finger out of your quivering heat.

Pulling away slightly to make you chase his lips, he uses this as an opportunity to gently lift you up and sit in his lap, arms deadweight over his shoulders and your forehead pressed to his sternum. He wraps one arm across your entire back, holding you tightly towards him while the other hand strokes your back up and down. He continues to murmur, “good girl,” and humming in the back of his throat, knowing the deep vibrations from his vocal chords is soothing to you. The change in position allows him see all the marks he’s left down your back, nail scratches, small angry red marks left by gripping you a bit too tightly. He also gets a look at the top of your ass, handprints and small ‘MGG’ clearly visible all over. He winces while looking at that, maybe he went a bit wild on that one. He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he feels you move your lips against his chest, whispering something too quiet for him to pick up on.

“What was that, baby?” He asks, pitch raised as if talking to a young child. You repeat what you said, his heart clenching at your small voice asking him, “Bathtime?” Stroking your hair softly, he holds you to his chest, lungs releasing all the air inside of him. He pinches his eyes shut and his voice cracks when he coos,

“Yeah, sweetheart, we can go take a bath now, do anything you want. Oh, little one,” he murmurs, feeling your tears fall onto his chest. He takes your face in his hands, studying your expression carefully. Your mouth parts slightly and he takes it as a sign to place his thumb back inside your mouth, watching you hum in appreciation. Lifting you up carefully, he brings you over to the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub with you in his lap while the water begins to run.

A small whine catches his attention from where he was pouring epsom salts into the bath, his head snapping to yours quickly. Your big y/e/c eyes stare up at him, still very hazy but recognizing where you are now. Releasing his thumb from your mouth, you begin to mumble, “Love you, love you, love you, love you,” over and over again, reaching your arms over his shoulders to hug him tightly. Feeling his arms wrap around your back, you breathe in his scent, senses overwhelmed with HIM. His lips kiss the side of your head as he sighs into your ear, squeezing you closer.

“Love you so so much, angel. Oh, you have no idea how loved you are, pretty thing.” You hum quietly, shaking your head back and forth. “Oh, you do know then?” His fingers run up your side lightly and you giggle, trying to lift yourself away from his skillful fingers. Pulling away to look up at him, you lose your words for a second when you see the bright smile on his face, eyes looking at you with nothing but appreciation, love, and a bit of worry still in them.

“Tickles, Daddy” you say around his thumb, having placed it back in your mouth already, as your eyebrows crease slightly because you think it makes you look intimidating. He hums, turning the water off behind him before his attention returns to you. A small chuckle leaves his lips when he sees your expression, watching with a lovesick smile when your lips turn up and you place a small kiss on the tip of his thumb. He swipes the digit across your lower lip, leaning forward to give you a kiss, sighing deeply into it.

“Why don’t I put you in the tub and you get all cozy while I go get some things for you? Oh, baby, don’t cry, only for one minute, okay? Daddy’s good girl can do it, so brave,” He consoles you, not liking the way a pout rested on your lips.

“Promise?” you ask pathetically, voice cracking while you let him slide you into the warm water, his arms getting wet when you hold onto him for longer than needed.

He can feel his heart breaking at your bambi eyes, overwhelmed with the amount of care he needed to give you right now. “Be back so quickly you won’t even notice, okay?” When you huff out all your air, he takes it as a sign to slip away and quickly grab everything he needs to, leaving you alone in the tub.

You bite your lip, reminding yourself that you were Daddy’s good girl, she could last a few minutes without him. Whining quietly to yourself, you rest your head on the side of the tub, feeling the effects of the last few hours catch up with you. While you were doing this, Matthew was running around the house like a mad man. He first grabbed the biggest glass of water he could find, some dark chocolate and peanut butter so he could get some protein in you, and finally grabbing the robes he threw in the dryer when he first got home. It was a habit of his at this point, he always wanted you to be warm, cozy, and safe.

You hear the record player turn on in the bedroom and perk up, the soft sounds of jazz slowly filling the space when Matthew walks through the door, arms full of different items that he places on the table next to the tub. He smiles down at you, taking your outstretched hands in his as he slides in behind you, pulling you closer to him by wrapping an arm around your waist. Soft kisses are pressed behind your ear as he sighs deeply, finally able to relax and completely focus on taking care of his baby.

“Look at you, my perfect girl, did so well for me. I got some lavender oil, you wanna put a few drops in the tub?” he asks you gently, holding the glass bottle in front of you. His other arm caress up and down your side, making it difficult for you to focus on anything else. “Y/N,” he draws out, his soft voice getting you to turn your head and look at him. “Lavender, yes or no?”

You nod slowly then, taking the dropper from the bottle and placing four drops into the tub, feeling so much praise when Matthew continues to tell you how good you are. A happy squeal comes from you when you curl back into his chest, feeling his laughter reverberate off of you. His hand reaches up to hold your head against him, the two of you sighing as you sat in your own little perfect world, nothing but love and calmness filling the space.

Hearing you sniffle, it breaks the silence you were surrounded in, sending a hot flash down his spine, Matthew’s arms pulling you back to look at him, your teary eyes making his fill with worry. Before he has the chance to speak, you choke out the most pitiful, “Bad girl?” His hands take your face in them immediately, bringing you close to kiss your forehead and shake his head back and forth. “No, baby, you’re my best girl, so good for me, so so good for me. My Y/N was just a little naughty today, yeah? But Daddy’s not mad, pretty. Got such a good girl for me.” When you shake your head back and forth in his hands, his eyebrows furrow, pulling away to look at you eye to eye, wincing when he sees how goddamn faraway you were. “Do you want to tell Daddy what got you so worked up? Maybe let me know your color, little one?”

You let out a wet sob, looking at his kind eyes staring at you with so much love that it physically hurts. “I just wanted you to touch me, b-but you would only let me kiss you! N-No lovin on me, but y-you are so good to me and I was being selfish,” you finally end, suckling your bottom lip before Matthew’s thumb replaces it, his other hand moving to cup the nape of your neck. His lips softly kiss your swollen eyelids, then your nose, then your lips, removing his thumb for a moment to pour his love into you.

“Not selfish, sweet pea, just gotta tell me you want me. I know I’ve got an insatiable puppy, who I love very much, yeah?” He smiles sweetly at you, pushing your hair back behind your ears to tsk, seeing another tear roll down. “I think you’re also just a little overwhelmed, should’ve let you eat more before I went so rough on you.” You can barely think of what he’s saying with the way he’s holding you and how kind his tone is, like you were a little child he needed to care for.

A cool glass pressed to your lips pulls you out of it, looking up at him while you drink it slowly, not having to lift a finger as he tilts his hand up for you. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips, watching as you drink almost the whole glass, turning your head away when your done. He drinks the last few sips in one big gulp, placing it to the side before unwrapping the chocolate bar. His thumb presses against your lip as you bite into the piece he gave you, the bitter flavor having you crinkle your nose in response. Matthew laughs at you, placing the other half in his mouth.

“I know, sugarplum, not too sweet, but so good for you. Got some good antioxidants in there.” He continues to hand feed you half of the bar, eating the other half for himself after you bite each square. It takes more coaxing for the peanut butter, but he knows that you trust him with your entire being right now and you’ll listen to anything he says. It’s almost unreal the minimal amount of effort he has to put in for you to do what he says, something that takes some getting used to, but, god, does he relish in it.

You feel his hands start to rub soap up and down your body, taking his time near your shoulders, neck, and back to give you gentle massages. A long sigh fills the air as you lie there, feeling so well-cared for by him. A cup of water rinses off the suds from your shoulders, but your eyes have slipped shut a long time ago. Matthew takes his time washing your hair next, scratching your scalp and making sure to not tug on any knots, you can worry about those later. Right now was just to take care of you.

He feels you shift in his lap while he’s rinsing out the conditioner, his eyes snapping to watch yours open, still very far-away. Leaning his head down, he gives you a kiss on the nose, feeling so full of love when you giggle at his actions.

“Love you, Daddy,” you whisper, feeling like any louder would ruin the moment. He places the cup on the table, turning you around to face his chest as he hugs you, kissing the top of your head. Your eyes fill with tears out of nowhere and you tighten your arms around him, making it difficult for him to pull you away to look at your face. His hands hold your cheeks while his eyes search yours back and forth quickly.

“Hey,” he gently starts, a small smile on his face while he wipes your tears. “I love you so much, little love. So so much. You’re quite far away still, aren’t you? Still feeling green?” His body can finally relax when you repeat the color back to him, tension dropping from his shoulders from the verbal confirmation. “Good girl, so good,” he hums, the praise sending flutters to your stomach. “Thank you for telling me your color, angel. Do you want to get out and Daddy can put some lotion on you? Got some ouchies we need to take care of.”

After receiving your nod, Matthew unplugs the drain and stands you up, helping you out of the tub and immediately into a robe. The two of you walk back into the bedroom, his arm around your waist while you lean on him. He had changed the sheets when you were in the bath, not wanting you to have to lie on the soaked fabric. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you allow him to braid your hair quickly, knowing that you hated lying on the bed with wet hair splayed everywhere. You hear the elastic wrap around the ends and then his arms are around you, head tucked into your neck to kiss you softly.

“You warm enough for me to do your butt, honey?” He whispers, grinning when you nod happily. This was one of your favorite parts of aftercare. He gently slips you out of the robe, letting you get comfortable on your stomach before he sits crosslegged next to you, gently ghosting his hand down your spine.

“I’m using special lotion today, do you want aloe instead?” Special lotion was what you always called the cream Matthew put on your marks, something your faraway self once muttered when he was taking care of you. With no surprise, you agree with him, and he uncaps the pot, beginning to massage the cool cream on your ass. His heart clenches when you hiss at the ring marks, immediately spitting out, “I know, I know, shh, it’s okay.” His thumb traces over them, cock growing when he feels how indented his name was into you. He snaps out of it when he feels you shift under his hand, continuing to apply the lotion on your ass, and a thin layer across the scratches on your sides and back.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” Matthew breathes, caressing your back while you turn your face to look at him. “Just, such an angel for me. So so lucky to have my good girl.” Your cheeks turn pink and you try to hide your face in the pillow, not making it far before his hands turn your body over to look up at him. Crawling over your body, he rests himself on his forearms, dipping his neck down to plant soft kisses on your lips. After a minute, he pulls away to lift up the covers and shuffle the two of you under them, immediately wrapping his arms around you to tuck your head into his chest. This was his form of aftercare just as much as yours, he needed to remind himself that you were there and his and that you loved him.

“No more cryin’, honey, don’t like to see those tears on my girl, okay?”

His arms hold your naked body to his chest tightly, like if he let you go the world would end. Feeling your soft sighs hit him every few seconds was enough to make his eyelids begin to droop, and hearing how even your breathing has gotten, he figured you had already fallen asleep, and finally allowed himself to breathe. You were safe, loved, and cared for. He’d just have to get some food in you when you two woke up from the nap.

THREE HOURS LATER

Your eyes slowly flutter open, the bright golden sunlight hitting them from between the gap in the curtains. Turning your body to face Matthew’s once more, you exhale slowly, trying to get out of the sleep haze you were in. Or maybe you were still under.

Perhaps your thinking was enough to wake Matthew, the dom side of him always just knowing when you were up. He groans lowly, tightening his arms around you to pull you tighter into his chest, feeling him kiss the top of your head a few times.

“Still floaty, baby?” He softly asks, holding the back of your neck in his hand, the feeling so deeply comforting to the both of you. You shrug, muttering out, “dunno,” before looking up at him finally, seeing his tired eyes already crinkled from the wide smile on his face. You lean up to press a soft kiss on his lips, just holding them there and allowing Matthew to suck softly on your bottom lip, shushing the small whimper that comes out of you.

“Love you, baby,” he whispers, smiling softly when you repeat it back to him. “You know you’re my good, perfect girl, yeah? Gave me a good fright seeing you so sad over me,” he frowns, tracing your cheek with his thumb. You nod slowly, whispering “good girl,” to yourself, smiling when Matthew tugs you closer to him, thumb moving down to play with your bottom lip.

“Feel like I should also let you know I changed into a pair of clean shoes when I got home, don’t want my girl to actually be dirty,” and you whine into his chest, blushing at his loud chuckle.

“Who knew I had a squirter as my little love? Why’d you hide that from me?” Matthew fake pouts, and you blush, trying to hide your face in your hands, but Matthew’s quick to pull them away by your wrists. Trailing a hand slowly down your face, he turns your jaw to examine the bruises on your neck, small, but distinct fingerprints outlined on your otherwise unblemished skin. He tuts, to himself mostly, placing his fingers over the purple marks and lightly pressing down, reveling in the gasp you release.

“Such a shame your pretty pussy’s much too sore to take me, because I’m doing that again and again and again to you, very soon, my dear.”

A/N: so...... yeah. lol. i’m sorry ? idk what to say after this. that was a lot. hope you liked it !!! i’m ASS at taking requests (seeing as this took over a month) but i’m going to see if i can get into blurbs or little drabbles or whatever they’re called hehe so send in requests !! (i’ll have to dm you for clarification for my piece of mind if it’s a long piece, so expect that haha)

- lana xx

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