#oh feds? I've been a naughty girl

[slaymitchabernathy]

A Sweet Promise

Coriolanus can't believe that he kept this from himself for so long.

The sight of Soarynn on his bed naked is a heavenly sight.

She looks gorgeous with her blonde hair spilled out around her head like a golden halo like an angel he's about to drag down to hell with him and take away all her purity.

The poor thing is shaking but there's a good reason for that considering she's currently tied up and blindfolded.

He wants this to be an immersive experience for her. It's not every day that you lose your virginity.

"Look at you," he murmurs, crawling on top of her, "so perfect for me hmm?" Soarynn whimpers, clenching her thighs tighter as if that'll help her out of this predicament. His fingers graze over the lacey bralette he had her wear tonight, white to symbolize her purity, the purity he'll rip away soon enough.

"Coriolanus I...I want to touch you," she whines, bucking her hips. He's quick to hold her down with his hand, pressing hard against her soft, warm skin, "Be patient darling, I'm going to enjoy taking what's rightfully mine."

His fingers slip under the waistband of her panties and he hears her breath hitch in her throat, "I wonder how wet you are," he says, his other hand grabbing her breast, kneading it with his hand and earning him a moan. Soarynn arches into his touch and he chuckles, "Naughty girl, I'll have to teach you how to behave, to be good for me."

He's going to teach her a lot of things. How to suck his cock, take his cock like she should, what to wear when he fucks her. He's so generous towards his little wife.

"I've been good," she insists, her tone whiny.

She has been good.

If he knew that all it would take was a few promises to get her to start acting like a proper First Lady then he would've done all of this months ago. While Coriolanus fed on her and her innocence, her vulnerability, and naivety, she fed off of his promises to give her whatever she wanted.

He was glad he married someone so young, someone who wanted childish things like horses and rooms to paint in compared to someone who might demand designer handbags and priceless jewelry. Which he did buy for her, but Soarynn didn't quite care for the fancy clothes and shoes, not as much as she cared for her horses and paint colors.

Whatever kept her busy.

He's been busy too, busy enough to where he's only had enough time to share a few heated kisses with Soarynn in between meetings and dinners, nothing more. But now he has all the time in the world.

Coriolanus drags his fingers along her folds, groaning at how wet she is, "Fuck, my little slut is already so eager hmm? Can't wait to have me inside of you?" Coriolanus can't wait to watch her tight little cunt struggle to take all of him in, to have her squirming around with nowhere to go.

Soarynn gasps when his fingers graze her clit, her hips bucking up at the strange sensation. "Oh," she says, her mouth hanging open. Coriolanus takes that as an opportunity to slip two fingers into her mouth, prying it open like a box. Soarynn is smarter than she looks and complies with his silent demand, opening her small mouth as wide as it'll go and it does nothing to help his growing problem in his boxers.

Coriolanus spits into her mouth, watching her swallow without complaint, "My dirty little girl," he murmurs, "should've known that I was getting a District whore for a wife when I got you. You can take the whore out of the District but you sure as hell can't take the District out of the whore, isn't that right Soarynn?"

Before she can even respond he shoves his fingers deeper into her mouth, watching her gag around them. His other hand thumbs at her clit, driving her crazy with nothing to do but lie there and take it.

"Please," she moans, garbled and needy, trying to grind against his hand.

Coriolanus sighs, sitting back to admire her for a moment. "What is it you want Soarynn?"

This is a test and he hopes for her sake that she passes.

Soarynn whines, rolling around on the bed for a moment, her hands trying to get loose but failing once again. She's breathless and frustrated. Just how he likes her.

"I...I want you Coriolanus," she gasps, "want to make you happy."

Coriolanus smiles, "That's my good girl. Your pleasure will always come second to mine darling, you'll do well to learn that." He doesn't really give a flying fuck if Soarynn ever reaches an orgasm, but he sure will, every single time without fail.

Soarynn's cunt is a much better alternative than his hand.

His hands slide down her panties, revealing her perfect little cunt. Glistening with how fucking wet she is already.

Coriolanus spreads her thighs out as far as they'll go, earning him a pained gasp from Soarynn but he's so far beyond caring at this point. He's played nice, now it's time to play rough.

He uses one hand to pull down his boxers, his hardened cock springing out, red at the tip, ready to fuck her until she can't talk anymore. "Such a tight little cunt," he mutters, leaning back over her so that the tip of his cock is pressed against her entrance. Soarynn whines at the feeling, wiggling her hips side to side, "Is it...is it going to hurt?" She asks, her lips slightly parted. He knows it's killing her to be blindfolded, to not see what's happening.

He likes it when she's helpless.

Coriolanus hums, holding her hip down with one hand while slowly pushing into her with the other, "That's the best part darling."

She's a tight fit to put things lightly. Coriolanus moans at how warm she is, how tight and wet. Absolutely perfect for a man like him who deserves a sweet little cunt like Soarynn's.

Soarynn cries out, trying to get away but he holds her down, keeping her stuck on his cock while he fully pushes in until he feels his tip pushing against her sweet spot.

"It hurts," she cries, writhing on the sheets, "I can't. Please, I can't."

Coriolanus leans down to press a kiss to her lips, his teeth tugging at her bottom lip until he tastes blood, "You're going to take what I give you every single time. Do you understand Soarynn?"

He can tell she's crying from how scattered her breathing is but he could care less now that he's finally inside of her. From the second he married her, he knew what he was after. And now he has it.

Coriolanus starts a hard and punishing pace, pulling all the way out before slamming back into her, listening to all the sounds she makes. He knows it won't be long before the pleasure takes over and she becomes a mindless little fuckdoll but until then he can at least enjoy himself. Once she gets addicted he'll never hear the end of it.

"Feels so fucking good," he grunts out, watching her cunt take him over and over again, just like she should.

"Mmm," she moans, her back arching off of the bed. Looks like she's finally feeling better. He grins down at her, watching her face contort in pleasure. Part of him wants to rip the blindfold off but he prefers her to be as helpless as possible. At his mercy.

"You like it?" He teases, changing his fast pace to a deeper and slower one, making her feel every fucking inch of his cock. Her cunt is going to be molded to it by the time he's done with her.

Soarynn's hands flail around, but he made sure she couldn't break out of her restraints, "Please," she begs, her hips starting to meet his with every thrust, "please."

Coriolanus presses one hand on her lower abdomen, knowing how it'll scramble her sweet little brain and it does. Soarynn moans again, this time louder and more desperate, "Fuck."

Coriolanus shoves two fingers into her mouth again, "Watch your language angel, can't have my little wife swearing in front of the wrong people." Soarynn can only whimper in reply, sucking on his fingers while he nears his orgasm.

He can't wait to finish inside of her. In fact, he's only going to finish inside of her, in her cunt more specifically.

"Taking me so good," he praises, going a bit faster, "just like you should."

Soarynn's walls start to tighten around his length, a telltale sign that she's nearing her own orgasm as well which isn't really his problem but he'll allow it this time. After all, it's the first orgasm she'll ever have.

And that seems to dawn on Soarynn too because she starts babbling incoherent nonsense around his fingers, clearly confused and scared at what her body is doing right now. Coriolanus leans down until his lips are right next to her ear, "Give it to me Soarynn, be my good little slut and cum for me. It's all you were made for darling, to pleasure me and make me happy."

He slides his hand down from her lower abdomen to her clit, rubbing it with his thumb and she just unravels.

Soarynn's body spasms while she has her first orgasm and Coriolanus finally takes the blindfold off, watching as her eyes roll back and her jaw goes slack around his fingers.

Completely fucked out and dumb with it.

Coriolanus thrusts inside of her a few more times before finishing as well, swearing under his breath at how good it feels to finish inside of her cunt.

Soarynn is panting, her eyes shut and her body limp.

Too bad this is only the first round.

꧁ ꧂

"We need to focus on hitting the Districts back twice as hard..."

The voice of Quintus Heavensbee drowns out in his mind while looking out the window of his study. Coriolanus should be working, should be focusing on issues that concern the stability of his country but instead, he's watching his wife run around outside.

She's playing with Petunia, the two of them chasing one another around. Petunia keeps hiding in different bushes of flowers, jumping out to bat at Soarynn's hand while she giggles.

Coriolanus feels the ghost of a smile tugging on his lips but he pushes it away.

"Coriolanus people are mad."

He turns back to look at Quintus, raising his eyebrows, "The District people or our people?" He asks, needing some clarification.

Quintus sighs and rubs his temples, he's an older man, more experienced, and always stressed out. He was the one who pushed for this marriage, desperate for Coriolanus to be seen as a family man.

"Our people, they've taken to the streets, there's even talk of trying to break into the Mansion," he gestures to the room around them, "all because of the Districts not being able to supply enough imports."

Coriolanus frowns, his fingers drumming against the hardwood of his desk, "What about our backup reserves? We have stockpiles from after the war." Quintus shakes his head, dismissing the idea, "No. We can't touch those reserves unless we're in a time of active war, which we might be soon enough if we don't get these people under control."

Before Coriolanus can provide another suggestion, there's a loud banging on the doors to his study. "Mr. President? Mr. President, it's an emergency, sir!"

He nods at Quintus to go open the doors, revealing a frantic-looking Peacekeeper, "What's this emergency you're referring to?" Quintus asks, looking out into the hallway for an immediate threat.

"People are surrounding the Mansion," the Peacekeeper tells them, "they're rioters, they've been trying to climb the front gates but now they're trying to get in through the back."

Coriolanus feels his heart start beating faster, "My wife is out there. Get her inside now!"

It's a mad dash through the hallways, all three men running to the veranda where several other staff members have already gathered. He spots Eudora who's watching from the top of the steps, shaking her head, "Just dreadful," she mutters before looking over her shoulder to see Coriolanus running towards her, "Coriolanus? What's wrong? What's happened?"

He's nearly out of breath but manages to get out the most important information, "Get...Soarynn."

He spots her at the very edge of the gardens, right by the fence. Right by a group of Capitol rioters grabbing at the fence, yelling all sorts of things.

"SOARYNN!" He yells, running down the steps, a whole flotilla of Peacekeepers behind him now, "SOARYNN COME HERE NOW!"

Out of all the times he's needed her to listen to him, now is the only time that truly matters.

Soarynn turns to look at him, scared out of her mind no doubt. He beckons her over, "Now Soarynn!"

She glances back over at the rioters who are now attempting to scale the fence and she must figure her chances are better with him than with them because she starts to make her way over to him. But not before he watches Petunia, clearly not as smart as Soarynn claims, run right over to the fence.

Soarynn sees it too and he can see how conflicted she is.

Listen to her husband or get her cat.

She chooses the cat like the fucking childish idiot she is.

She runs after Petunia and Coriolanus keeps running after her, watching in horror when one of the rioters goes to grab at Petunia.

All hell breaks lose after that.

Peacekeepers are yelling, Soarynn is screaming and all he can do is watch.

Soarynn is in tears as two Peacekeepers try to pull her away from the fence, away from the psychotic people trying to hurt her and more importantly, him.

But she is not going anywhere without that cat.

He can hear Eudora from behind him, shouting for the Peacekeepers to be gentle with Mrs. Snow as if being gentle is what truly matters right now.

One of the Peacekeepers finally manages to grab Petunia from the rioter's hands and the other two pick Soarynn up from the ground, carrying her away while the others deter the rioters with their guns.

Soarynn is delivered to Coriolanus in tears, shaking and terrified. He can't even be mad at her right now because he's so fucking furious that his own citizens would try to break into his home and for what?

He instinctively wraps his arms around Soarynn's shaking frame, running a hand over her hair while she cries, the other hand curled into a fist. "Detain them," he says, nodding towards the group who can't seem to scale a simple fence.

He'll have them severely punished for this. For scaring Soarynn and dragging her out of the perfectly crafted bubble he's created for her.

It didn't take Coriolanus long to learn that as long as he gave Soarynn whatever she wanted when she wanted it, she'd do anything for him. And now they've ruined his fun. He's going to have to do something drastic now, like buy her a car.

Eudora is comforting Soarynn in seconds, asking if she's okay, if they touched her, if they hurt her. He's more than glad to hand Soarynn off to someone more capable of caring for Soarynn right now and he mumbles something or the other about checking on her in a few hours.

He glances down at the cat who doesn't seem shaken up at all by the ordeal but Petunia looks like she doesn't have a lot of thoughts running through that head of hers.

Good, he prefers it that way.

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus stares down at the pitiful sight of the detained rioters, now all without tongues.

Avoxes.

"Because you so stupidly decided to harm my wife, you'll be serving her for the rest of your miserable lives," he tells them, pacing in front of them, "your one goal in life is to serve her, to make sure she's happy at all times. Some of you will tend to her horses, the others to her every need and comfort. Should you fail to do your jobs, you'll be executed."

It's a threat simple as any but he doesn't care about the lives of Avoxes. They're a dime a dozen, replaceable at the wave of his hand.

He can't stop himself from grinning at their mournful yet terrified faces, "Sleep well, you start tomorrow morning."

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn is watching television when he finds her. Wrapped up in blankets with Petunia curled up against her chest.

"Can I meet Lucky Flickerman?" Is the first thing she asks him which is a relief, she's already back to asking him for things which means what happened this afternoon didn't shake her up too badly.

Coriolanus sits on the edge of the sofa she's currently lying on, "Of course darling, he can even interview you if you want." Her blue-gray eyes widen with excitement, "Really? You'd let me be on his show?"

She looks so pretty right now, her hair falling down her shoulders while wearing one of the many nightgowns he bought for her. She used to like sleeping in shorts but he convinced her to switch to nightgowns. Much easier to access that way.

He nods, giving her a small smile, "Mhm. As long as you behave yourself it shouldn't be a problem."

The last thing Coriolanus needs is for Soarynn to blurt out all sorts of nonsense on live television. Petunia meows up at Soarynn, nuzzling her face against her chest, "Those people tried to hurt us today," Soarynn mumbles, "I thought people in the Capitol were supposed to be good."

She looks up at him, expecting an answer to what transpired today.

Coriolanus clears his throat, he'd never admit it out loud, but he was genuinely worried for her safety today. Things could've ended badly.

"They are good," he says, although he doesn't really believe that right now, "but there are always people who want to see you fall from the top, no matter what the cost," he nods at Petunia who's already fallen asleep.

Soarynn frowns, "But Snow lands on top right?"

He taught her that phrase after their night in the maze, figuring she'd warm up to him more if it looked like he trusted her. Coriolanus hums, cupping her small face in his large hand, "Yes darling, Snow lands on top."

A smile creeps across her face, it's a little mischievous which makes him nervous, "Then can I tell you a secret?"

Coriolanus can't wait to hear this so-called secret. Anything Soarynn says to anyone is directly reported back to him, whether she knows it or not.

"Tell me your secret darling."

Soarynn carefully sits up, not wanting to wake up Petunia. They're almost eye to eye now, and hers are twinkling with excitement.

"I'm pregnant."

Coriolanus can't stop the surprised gasp from leaving his lips. He knew Soarynn was fertile, that she was more than capable of providing him with a child but he didn't think it would happen so soon. He's fucked her countless times but still.

Soarynn laughs, leaning into his touch, "That's good right? Good that I'm already pregnant? I didn't feel too good after all that happened today so Eudora called the doctor and I said I was feeling more tired so he made me pee in a cup and then he came back and said I was pregnant. He was gonna tell you but you were so busy."

Coriolanus can't believe it. She's pregnant.

He presses a kiss to her lips, a deep and passionate one and Soarynn eagerly returns it. "It's very good," he says against her lips, his hands sliding under her nightgown, "very, very good darling, you've been so good for me lately but now, now you've exceeded every one of my expectations."

Soarynn giggles into the kiss, her hands carding through his golden curls that've broken free from his hair gel after a long and stressful day, "We're gonna have a baby."

He's going to be a father.

Coriolanus pulls away, staring down at her stomach which will soon be swollen with his child. He wonders if it'll be a girl or a boy. Soarynn must be wondering the same thing too, "What if I have a girl instead of a boy? I know you said I have to give you a boy bu-"

He cuts her off with another kiss, his hands roaming all over her body, making her shiver and whine, "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that," he tells her, "if it's a girl then we can always just have another baby."

Soarynn lets out a sigh of relief, his little wife must've been worried about not giving him an heir the first time. But he can be patient, and he'll be damned if he just gets one child out of Soarynn. She's young and in her childbearing prime.

Soarynn nods into the kiss, "Another baby," she agrees.

It's all a part of their little deal with one another. The promise they made when they got married.

A sweet promise.

| Part 2. | Final Part |

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[seancamerons]

i'm gonna come right out and say it: i loved chaotic. it was a real life real time glimpse into britney spears' life during 2004-05. it was i think on upn/presently cw and it chronicled her onyx hotel touring and a little bit after that, including the 'love' story between her and her second? husband Kevin federline and her pregnancy with sean preston. i believe it included the making of someday (i will understand). i believe the greatest hits/my prerogative coincided with this. i think i remember reading initially chaotic had a different tone in mind and was less about her romantic life, more about just generally her and her personal life. of course that remains intact, most people see it as embarrassing and stupid. (under a read more for the rest!)

i think i used to think that britney as a human at that time was going through a lot sure, the year before justin/britney's personal life was seen for the masses and he was in control of that narrative, she had just married her childhood friend jason alexander for 55 hours in las vegas that january, was promoting heavily at that for her studio album in the zone, and touring in europe for much of this documentary. she showed off the lovely room she had in a hotel, and sounded very humbled by the whole experience i recall her saying, "all this for one little person."

while self-aware, reflective and sometimes spiritual britney is a very complex individual. she surely shed the pop tart bubblegum image with the itz era and afterward. the direction i remember it giving/vibe was "britney let's loose from school girl days of bomt like its college!britney, bitch and of course what happens in college? having fun, friends, working probably, clubbing, meeting guys, parties, and doing that sort of thing." do i think it was appropriate for her age and for her sound? yes. was it mature risque and even a little naughty? you bet. did i eat that shit up, oh yes and i think even now in the zone will forever live in infamy. each track tells a story, paints a picture.

it's obvious she was heavily involved in its production, she even had favorite songs, contributed in the writing composition and credits in the liner notes, i also believe there was quite a bit of information she even helped direct or had a lot of input of what sorts of directions the videos such as "toxic" "me against the music" and "everytime" would look like. i remember seeing a short video between a segue as she performed everytime on this ABC special they did in fall of 2003, right around the time itz was released where she was playing a piano and playing the music for everytime.

for a long time it was rumored/speculated to be related as a rebuttal or even a response to justin timberlake's cry me a river which was released perhaps months before and word was getting out, her reputation was in a bad place and it was time for her to break out of the mold she was in musically and take it up a notch, push the envelope and do what she does best which is sing and perform being the entertainer but more 'her' way.

chaotic featured former alum to nsync/mmc castmate jc chazez who remained her friend at this time, her backup dancers and such, and felicia her longtime assistant and friend, who i once got to 'meet' in 2009 but that's another story.

(it was a brief hi, a smile she's just as sweet as i'd see her on tv, but i strongly think she knew i knew who she was haha without saying much and she was standing by a wall during the VIP backstage tour chatting with brett ('memba her?) I've seen britney in concerts almost 5 times, dwad in 2001, onyx in 2004, circus in 2009 and femme fatale in 2011 almost got to see a show back in 2017 i think maybe 2018 in my area when the tour came around for the last time but my BFF at the time took her stupid bf instead, unforgivable. our friendship has not been the same since. ugh.)

oh and my mom caught a glimpse of k-fed at the same concert backstage, weird and the boys sean preston and jayden were there seated around the stage with lynne, they were toddlers/little at the time. i saw them they were close to the center-right ring if i remember correctly from where i was standing. i did see her manager larry rudolph at femme fatale in a lobby i didn't get VIP that time, but i had pretty decent seats for it, but i didn't speak directly to him but i saw him in line getting a soda.)

all in all, i really enjoyed watching chaotic. best friend at the time and i bonded over britney's music, videos, crossroads, concert going experiences and such so oftentimes she comes to mind too. we used to love dressing up like in britney's style clothing/hair trends/make up and we would 'choreograph' dances to her music and we'd marathon things like that like she had chaotic on DVD so on rainy days and sleepovers we'd pop in the DVDs and watch 'em and be so interested.

a lot of people hate on it, britney herself is kind of embarrassed by it and i get that too, but a lot of it was a snapshot of what her life was like back then and how she was living, where she was and I'm sure if i watch it now, i'd laugh, cry and also be in awe like i was way back when.

a close second is for the record (2008-09) I'll talk about that another time someday. we also loved watching the HBO special from 2001, it holds a special place in my heart. total britney live, the MTV diaries, the interviews even the diane sawyer one like we had that shit down and tapes and tapes of trls, commercials, performances, tv, press things, documentaries i mean we were obsessed basically. a part of us still are. i have some things memorized, like most of crossroads i can at any given time recall some quote from the movie. i loved that britney did that stuff, even if it didn't 'work' out. I'm so proud of britney and so grateful to meet people through the britney fandoms, barmy, at concerts, and even online on fbs and tumblrs alike. for instance, @mollyhale and i have great conversations about britney spears and we have similar opinions and good thoughts regarding her and i love her so much. i cannot wait to read the memoir in full when it arrives this week. I'm also really excited to see crossroads in the movies with my bf and one of my best friends I've known a long time. britney has been a big part of my childhood, teen life, and overall existence.

i love her music, it makes me feel happy and good. i love finding a new obscure song by her, or fall in love with the songs that aren't so well known, or sing along when i hear her music on the radio, or come up on playlists. she is the top for me, and no one can speak ill of her i hate that i would go to literal 'war' so needless to say i have a lot to say about how she'd been wronged/underdog vibes and even by family/long-term boyfriends it sucked for us too the fans, because i know she didn't deserve that. i don't want to discuss the conservatorship time, but you can tell in femme fatale she was exhausted, and unhappy she didn't have the spark in her face or eyes, the songs were great and choreo but there wasn't that fire i love because she was tbh overmedicated. i hate infantilization and the narratives in regard to her mh. i do think that she has a lot trauma to work through from what I've seen in her posts, and her way of healing is speaking, and writing it out and I'm proud she's free to take those steps to reclaim herself and become independent and happy once again. it's gonna take time, nothing is overnight but she's doing fabulous. she's got an amazing legacy, so much talent, so much passion for her goals and endeavors, and she wants to burn that narrative too, she's spoken don't hat on several occasions at length on her Instagram posts as well as what I've seen in her book. she wants her fans to know who she is, where she stands because there's been a lot of buzzing over the years on that stuff and it's wonderful to feel validated and confirmed of a lot of things that weren't factually true.

i love the truth when it comes out. when i was little we'd play truth or dare, and i loved the truth but feared dare because i didn't want to be chicken but would much rather speak a truth even if it was personal, yes. truth > dare.

i'm not afraid of the truth. it will and has set her free. ✨💓

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

So, I read that post about the US naughty google search words

words from this version https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/insanemanor/664338659497132032 of this post https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/duncanhynes/664336991820922880

[sleepinthrumyalarms]

— bad girls turned good

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!reader

warnings: smut, lesbian sex, strapon referred to as cock, choking, spanking, mommy kink, mirror sex, all characters are aged-up

summary: wednesday gets fed up with your antics quite often, and her measures against such naughty behavior never fail

word count: 1.1k

Wednesday has never been known for her patience. Quite the opposite, actually — ticking her off is never too much of a feat. You can never tell if she’s vexed – the girl keeps her expression passive, but a closer look can easily reveal a furrow in her brow, her jaw clenched tight and the way it moves in an almost threatening, though barely noticeable way. When she's exasperated, she glares holes through her dark furrowed eyebrows, and it's enough for most to get the idea.

Those signals are never enough for you – in fact, they spur you on, make you want to see Wednesday's resolve shatter, to get her angry and bothered. And, oh, the things you do on a daily basis are enough to annoy the hell out of her – be it skipping classes, getting into a yet another fight, or the ravenette finding you in the backyard of the school with the group of Furs, a cigarette clenched between your grinning teeth as you laugh with your fuzzy – haired friends like a pleased hyena.

Nothing ever seems enough for you. No warnings from the principal, no detentions, no extra work. It’s like you find joy in doing things against the system that has long been established in Nevermore.

Well, Wednesday, for once, knows all the ways to make you behave.

And she’s not against exploiting the power she has over you when you make her mad.

"Always so disobedient... So eager to break all the rules, and being so cocky about it, too... I've got my hands full with you, don't I? Do I have to fuck those annoying habits out of you?"

Another slap echoes in the room and you whimper into your pillow, palms clenching at the sheets. The bed dips when you feel the ravenette crane her neck to watch your face contort at the stinging pain – she’s laying behind you, a perfect angle for her to deliver the strikes to the jiggling flesh, to skim her cold palms up and down your body, purposefully avoiding all the places where you wish she would just touch you already. But you're not the one in charge.

She ghosts her digits over the round swell of your ass that’s already pink and pretty for her, running her hands down the back of your thighs, and stops at your entrance to collect some of your slick before pushing two slender fingers inside the warmth. It’s such a treat after all those agonizing moments of teasing, and your walls suck her in greedily, making you whine at the wonderful feeling of the stretch.

"Playing such an ostentatious role isn't a good image when you're always so tight for me..," you feel her chuckle against your ear, and the small puff of air sends a pleasurable tingle down your spine, “But you wouldn’t be for anyone else, would you? It’s just not your style… People think you’re so tough, so pretentious… But only I know the truth.”

Wednesday wraps a thin hand around your neck, pulling you flush against her, and you feel her clothed middle press against your back – the contrast of her dressed and composed being, sleeves tucked to her elbows, as if disciplining you is such a chore, against your half – naked and disheveled one makes heat pool at your stomach.

Her fingers are pulled out, but she keeps them on your heat, spreading you open for her, and you’re so aroused it almost hurts – but she’s quick to replace the aching emptiness with something thicker than her digits, and you almost salivate as you feel the head of the strapon – Wednesday's favorite, dark as night — press against your heat, and you throb with excitement.

She rubs it up and down, slowly, teasingly, coating the thick tip in your sticky arousal, and sighs at the sight of you, positively dripping – you’re so easy to break it’s almost laughable.

Oh, if only they could see what you really are. A complete mess for her.

Her hand goes under your knee, raising goosebumps in its wake, and with a surprising display of strength she lifts it easily — her silicone cock finally slides into you, and a broken moan escapes your lips as the ravenette pushes all the air out of your lungs. You're shaking, muscles tense, but Wednesday doesn't even move, content with the way you look, desperate, keening on her filling shaft, flittering walls wrapping around it.

"Cattiva ragazza mia... Is this what you wanted from the start? A reminder? A punishment, maybe? For me to turn you into my good girl again?” She asks, voice low and heavy with want, and you can barely bring yourself to answer her through the bulbous head pressing into all the right places.

"M-mommy." You whine, turning your head to meet her gaze, and there's burning lust in her dark pools, but she catches you watching, her black manicured nails digging into the meat of your thigh.

"No. Eyes on the mirror. Don't make me repeat myself."

You comply, turning your head back to face the glass, and if your mind wasn’t clouded by pure, unadulterated lust, you’d be embarrassed at the sight — your shirt is practically torn open, some of the buttons missing thanks to the force the fuming ravenette undid them with, your tie hanging loosely between your breasts, and your lips are beautifully bruised, hanging open with hot heavy breaths.

“Look at you. Not as smart – mouthed when I have you like this, now, are you?

Wednesday pulls out, and you barely have any time to catch your breath before she rams into your cunt again, making you gasp, but there’s no consistent pace — you don’t deserve it. The ravenette’s grip on your thigh is bruising, preventing you from moving against her cock, and it’s a torture, one that, much to your displeasure, Wednesday enjoys endlessly.

“Fuck, please...,“ you beg pathetically, voice shaky, reaching your free arm that wasn’t busy tearing through the bedsheets behind your shoulder to bury your fingers into her dark hair, pressing her even closer to yourself, “I can’t... Need you so bad, Wednesday...”

She’s not even fucking you properly yet, but has you teetering on the edge already.

“Only good girls can have me, (Y/n)... Are you going to be a good girl for me?” She asks, voice perfectly raspy against your ear, and you shudder.

“Yes, yes, please, I’ll be a good girl, your good girl.” You breathe, and she smiles, finally getting you to obey.

“Let’s test that theory, shall we, bella?”

[fancybehaviour]

Daddy Woes

Summary:

Harry is a good husband; so he sends his wife out on a much needed girls day. James Sirius is a naughty boy; so he sends his father down an anxiety spiral.

Notes:

Written for @harryandginuary BINGO!

Prompt I 23: “Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?” “Do you not like zucchini?”

The sun had sunk low on the horizon, and in a few minutes would dissapear for the night. About dinner time, thought Ginny, as she made her way home after a long enjoyable day, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cobble. As she walked, she rewinded the highlights of her girls day out with Hermione and Luna in her head. Ginny had had an absolute hoot meeting her friends.She was sure she would continue to reminisce until the next time she could have such a day; after all being the mother of a seven month old meant that such trips were a rarity and she cherished them a lot.

Her legs ached from all the walking around she did while she helped Luna shop for her trip and she was looking forward to taking the nice long bath her husband had promised to draw her. She let out a sigh as she thought of sinking her aching legs in a hot bath, her husband perched at the edge of her bathtub as she gave him an exaggerated recount of the day's events peppered with silly nonsensical jokes, him guffawing at them all even though he had already heard them all. He did that a lot these days, laughing. Especially since the birth of their beautiful boy.

She felt a swell of love rise in her as she thought of her family; her seven month old baby son who could scream the house down and her loving husband who tried his best to give her respite from the said infant. 

"Harry?" she called, pushing the front door to close and locking it. "James darling? I'm back home. Did you boys have fun?". She continued heading towards the kitchen where she could hear noises, taking care not to trip over the many toys that were strewn about their living room. Courtesy of their many relatives and friends, James seemed to have an amount of toys that seemed absolutely ridiculous to Ginny who couldn't remember seeing so many toys even at the Burrow, that had been the residence of seven children. Making the matter even more ridiculous was the fact that James's favourite toys were actually the copper pots and pans that he liked to bang about making noise.

It was only when she reached the kitchen and took in the desecration that it was  that she realised that perhaps today, she might be the only one in the Potter household who might have had any semblance of fun.

Eyes darting from her slightly whimpering son in his high chair, to the trail of food spills surrounding him to the multicoloured stains adorning her husband's apron and his miserable face, she decided to address a whole other issue: “Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?” 

“Do you not like zucchini?”, asked Harry, in a tone that might have been wry if it weren't for the long suffering expression on his face.

"Absolutely not. Can't believe you thought I did, the honor of questionable taste will forever be Hermione's ."

He gave a laugh that seemed more for her benefit (making Ginny wonder if parenthood had done a number on her humour too) and set about cleaning up. Ginny walked into the kitchen and lifted the whimpering toddler into her arms. She pressed a loud smacking kiss on both of his chubby, chubby cheeks, and rocked him gently, seemingly this was all that was needed for his whimpers seemed to slowly subside. She could feel Harry's eyes on them as he continued to clean up the mess; she remained silent, waiting for him to tell her what was weighing on his mind.

Instead he said, "He missed you," so she turns around to see him, looking at them softly with a look on his face that Ginny could only describe as melancholy. It reminded Ginny of her fifth year, when he looked at her like that, like she was everything he wanted but was unattainable.

It seems she was going to have to demand answers after all. Very well.

"Alright Potter, spill. Whatever happened today that has got you relapsing into your teenage angst?"

He laughed, and this time it was a genuine one; BINGO!

Pulling a chair at their kitchen table and settling himself down he said " James kept crying after you left. A lot." 

"Uh-huh. Nothing he hasn't done before. "

"Yeah. Sure. But today I just realised.."

"Yeah?" She asked, settling down into the chair opposite him, shifting James into her lap who seemed very fascinated with playing with her hair.

Harry watched him for a moment and then continued, "I know James crying is nothing new. Yet for some reason, it just bothered me today, you know."

"Uh-huh."

"It made me feel like a bad parent." he confesses, looking a bit surprised himself, perhaps at that he had spoken it out loud, yet continued with "I have been feeling like it a lot these days."

There.The dam had finally broken. Ginny had long since suspected that Harry was having troubles with parenting. She had caught him brooding about with a tea mug in his hands instead of going back to bed after whatever ungodly hour James Sirius had decided to wake them up. 

She tried many times,to get him to talk, but between her own exhaustion, an infant with a strong pair of lungs and Harry's stubborn refusal to burden Ginny with anymore than she was already dealing with nothing had come out of it. But now that he seemed to want to talk, Ginny did not stop him.

"I just… "he paused, and swallowed, something he did when he was overcome with emotion but wanted to bite it down.

"I want to do this right. I have never wanted so badly to do something right in my whole life. Family..it means everything to me and I want to be a good father but I'm afraid I am failing."

"You are an amazing father, Harry."

He shook his head. 

"Am I?"

"Yes" Ginny agreed furiously.

Harry looked into her eyes at that and she hoped he could read her, that he could see himself from her eyes, how she fell in love with him more and more everyday as she saw more and more of dad Harry.

Looking away he continued, "I sure don't feel like it. Today, while you were away, all Jamie wanted was his Mum. I tried everything, feeding him your milk, his favourite toys - yes the pans and pots, we are lucky we have no neighbours- feeding him all sorts of baby food and yet nothing seemed to work for long before he started wailing again. "

Ginny replied, "I don't want to sound like I'm being condescending, but this is the only way I can seem to put it- he's a toddler Harry. No one knows why toddlers do what they do. If he was fussy with you today and missed me I doubt it's because he has decided you were a bad parent."

"I know that - rationally.But the part of me - the same part of me that gets jealous of blokes trying to chat you up or worries that Ron is going to make a new best friend  - that part of me makes me think I have been a bad father."

"Today when Jamie kept crying for you, and I wasn't able to calm him down or feed him any of the amalgamation of baby foods I made- it just felt like I was in over my head, without a clue about what was doing. I might as well have been one of those dads who say they are 'babysitting' their kids and leave them up to their mothers and that's not- I never want to be that."

"I don't just want to do this right, I want be good at this. Like I am at Quidditch or catching dark wizards. I know I can catch a snitch, I know how to find a criminal on the run from law. Just like that, I want to be good at taking care of my son...but today, everything I did kept failing and that made me think.."

"James dented your confidence, didn't he," she said softly.

"He did," Harry agrees looking over at the boy who was happily sucking on his toes, completely ignorant of the spiral he had sent his father through.

Lacing her fingers with his, she said,"My mum told me, with parenting, there's bad days and good days, but you've got to understand that having bad days is not equivalent to being a bad parent."

"I imagine she had a lot of those, with seven of you," replied Harry wryly.

"Two of them Fred and George", Ginny reminded him.

They sat for a moment in silence both lost in thought.

"Gin-"

 "Harry" ,they both started at the same time, and Harry motioned for her to go on.

"I was just thinking - I had help with this. My mum, Fleur, Angelina, my teammates - I had people to talk this with. To reassure me that I wasn't doing things wrong. But you don't have that."

"No. But I've got you."

"You do," she agrees. "But also, maybe you should talk to people too. Maybe my dad or Bill or George"

He snorts at that. "If anyone had told me ten years ago that I'd be talking parenting with George.." he trails off as Ginny gives a light chuckle.

"Seriously though," she says again,       "Give it a try. I'm always here though. To listen. Or if you wanna get competitive over who is the worse parent".

Grinning, he says "I fed him courgettes Gin. He hated it. I'm winning this game." and she smiles at him, simply happy to see him happy.

"Oh and what is it?", she asks, and at his quizzical raise of eyebrows she elaborates, "that you wanted to say? You wanted to say something but you let me go first."

At that he gives her a wide smile and says, 

"Just that I love you."

[supersizemeplz]

I've Always Been

Erik 'Dadmonger' Stevens

Another #supersizedfic short. For @randomwordprompts. Inspired by this video. It took forever to choose these songs because I wasn't sure which ones I wanted to use, so they're random. Enjoy!

Light snores drifted into the air, interrupting the silence. The light of the muted television cast over the queen sized bed as well as the two bodies occupying it. Cuddled together as the bigger body spooned the curvier one. Erik had his arm thrown around your waist firmly, hugging you against him. He was unconsciously breathing in your scent as he slept. His face close to your bonnet from his slumbering shifting.

Soft mumbling came from the baby monitor, resting on his side's nightstand. Erik shifted from the hushed sounds, being that he was a light sleeper. The babbling got a bit louder before Erik let out a yawn, carefully slipping his arm from you. Leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder. You hummed, shifting a bit before you went back to sleep.

Rubbing his bare chest, Erik made his way to the bathroom. Using the bathroom, washing his face, and brushing his teeth. He flashed his teeth at the mirror, checking over his pearly whites before he was satisfied. Wiping his mouth on his face drying towel, he placed it on the counter and left to the room across the hall.

As soon as he opened the door, Amari's babbling greeted him. She sat up in her crib, playing with a stuffed animal that was almost as big as her. "Morning, 'Mari." Her big eyes looked up at his voice. A semi-toothy smile appearing at the sight of her father. She crawled to the railing, pulling herself up as she looked at him through the bars. Babbling loudly as she danced.

Erik chuckled, lifting her from the crib with a smirk. "What you doing up this early, princess?" He walked over to the changing table. Using a free hand to take out a diaper. Amari babbled, playing with one of Erik's dreads as he played along with her talking. "Oh word? That's wild."

The one year old smiled as he laid her down. Changing her diaper had became easier for him, and he was thankful. Amari was a bit of a kicker and he'd gotten his jaw tapped a few times before he learned to distract her with conversation. Once he'd gotten her pamper on, he scooped her up and they made their way to the kitchen.

"What you feelin' today, princess? Music or no music?" He got her into her high chair, making sure she was straight. Amari started her mushed talking, holding a hand in the air as she spoke. "Music it is, baby girl."

He set up his speaker, shuffling his music before he began to make her breakfast. Some type of baby cereal she really seemed to like. Amine's Caroline filled the air and Amari smiled big, putting both her little hands in the air as she danced to the intro. Just like you'd do when a song you liked came on. Erik laughed out, picking up the bowl of food.

"What you know about this, lil mama?" He got her a bib, placing it on before he picked up her bowl. She babbled, dancing in her seat as the beat came in. And he joined her, playfully poking her belly as he danced. "..Oh my God. That's my baby.."

He turned to pick up her bowl, censoring the curse words and explicit puns. "Killaaaa. West side nigga.." Feeding her a few occasional spoonfuls, he hummed the words as he jigged gently. Not wanting to spill the food. "Baby I want forever. Caroline! Can't you see that, I want you to be mine!!"

Amari giggled as Erik danced to the music, her little arms in the air as she tried to copy him. The next song spilled from the speaker and she clapped happily. Bruno Mars' Chunky filled the air and Erik immediately went into a little two step. He'd heard you play this song a few times before and he kind of liked it. Apparently Amari did too, her voice singing the song as best she could.

"If you ain't here to party, take yo butt back home. If you getting naughty baby here's my phone. Slide wit ya boy to the bar, slide wit ya boy car." Erik slid across the floor, making Amari clap with excitement. Before he stopped to feed her again. "I been searching everywhere and now here you areee!! Chunky!!"

The next song filled the air when the bowl was close to being empty. The intro to Keyshia Cole's Love played aloud, and Erik cleared his throat as he fed a spoon of cereal to Amari. This was both your song and his, thanks to you. He'd found himself mumbling it when it played from your phone on occasion after all the times you'd played it with him around.

Amari had finished off the cereal as the bridge came on and Erik sat the empty bowl down as he sang. A bit off key, but confidently all the same. You made your way into the kitchen, catching him in the height of his performance. He'd held his hand to his chest, singing to Amari as she watched him happily. Clapping when he did a little spin, and reaching a hand to him when he leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

"Who would have known... I FOUND YOU!! OooOoooOooOo!!" He sung out, doing an R&B dance move as he tired to harmonize with the music. You stopped yourself from cackling at his foolishness, turning down the music to catch his attention. He looked over to the speaker, smiling when he seen you standing there in his shirt.

You smirked, folding your arms as you looked at him. Making your way to him. "So you're in love?" Giving Amari a kiss on the forehead, you slipped her out of the high chair. She played with the golden necklace that contrasted against your brown skin, her little finger touching the fancy E that dangled from it.

Erik smiled all goofy, pulling you to him. He wrapped his hands around both of you, hugging just enough that he didn't squish Amari between you. His lips pressed a kiss to her cheek before he kissed your forehead, mumbling against it as he spoke. "I've always been in love."

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