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buddysblogs123 · 2 days

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MATILDAS X ARSENAL

Zoo Trauma 2

You'd be lying if you said you weren't in a large amount of pain when you woke up.

Opening your eyes groggily you tried to shift your sleeping position until you looked down at the weight on your stomach. Kyra had her arms wrapped around you tightly as she slept peacefully on top of you. Smiling at her slightly you reach for your phone with a wince, checking the time you sigh as it reads 4am.

You knew you weren't going to be able to go back to sleep, so carefully you shifted kyra off of you, trying your best not to wake her. You sit on the edge of the bed groaning quietly, getting up and stumbling towards your bag which was near the other side of the room. Searching for painkillers you dig through your bag, after finally finding them you make your way to the bathroom. Downing the pills you look at yourself in the mirror, only now noticing the scratches across your face. Slowly taking off the hoodie you were wearing you examine your body in the mirror. From your stomach up to your chest and around your shoulders was covered in a large bandage and medical tape.

"stupid 'Shere Khan' mother fucker" you grumble as you lightly trace where the tigers claws had sunk into you.

You flinch suddenly when a scream comes from the bedroom. Discarding your hoodie on the bathroom counter you rush out the door. Your heart breaks at the sight of kyra sat up drenched in sweat, looking around frantically with tears in her eyes. You walk up to her slowly, trying your best not to startle her as it's obvious she just woke up from a pretty bad nightmare.

"Hey kyra, your okay" you say softly causing her to flinch. She launches her shaky form into your arms as you hold her tightly, whispering reassurances in her ear.

"i've got you" you say gently, guiding her back towards the bed, she holds onto you tightly as if you would leave.

"y-y/n it was so bad, i-it got you and i couldn't do anything a-and you didnt-" she sobs out into your arms.

"It was just a nightmare, we're both okay Ky, nothings going to hurt you" you tell her softly, holding her shaky form in your lap.

"Let's run you a bath and put on some comfier clothes okay" you say, gently sitting up as she wraps her legs around you while you stand up.

Ignoring the pain you carry her towards the bathroom, setting her down so she's sitting on the counter. Carefully getting out of her grip you lean over and start running the bath, making sure it's the right temperature before it starts to fill up. You felt kyra's eyes on your body as you stood with your back towards her, you were only wearing a pair of shorts as the bandages did a good enough job at covering the top half of your body. The scrapes and bruises on your arms were more visible in this lighting and kyra's heart broke just thinking about how much pain you were in right now.

"right" you say to your self as you turn the tap off, the bath now being decently full you turn back towards kyra.

"I'll let you have a bath now, i'll wait in the bedroom" you say softly, noticing how she looked at you with a scared expression and shook her head.

"c-can you please stay" she asks desperately, grabbing your hand in hers.

"y-yeah okay" you stutter shyly.

You watch as she tries to take her hoodie off, her hands shaking violently as she struggles. Stepping in front of her you give her a warm smile, helping her lift the hoodie over her head so she stood in front of you only in a T-shirt and shorts.

"Can you please help me" she mumbles quietly, keeping her gaze towards the floor in attempt to hide her flushed cheeks.

"of course ky" you say softly, noticing how embarrassed she was in this situation.

Carefully helping her out of her clothes you guide her into the bath, sitting down on the floor next to her and trying to avoid looking at her body.

"s-sorry" she whispers embarrassed, turning to look away from you.

"you have nothing to be sorry for love" you say gently. The new pet name seems to perk her interest as she looks back towards you with a small smile.

"just let me know when you want to get out and i'll get you a towel" you say kindly, kissing the back of her hand that was held softly in your own.

You both sat in a comfortable silence until kyra was ready to get out. Quickly getting a towel from the cupboard you held it out to her, looking away as she stepped out of the bath. Once she wrapped the towel around herself you made way back into the bedroom, digging through your bag you passed her a pair of trackies and one of your hoodies. You turned around and sat back in bed whilst she got changed, checking your phone to see that it was now 6 in the morning. Thank god you were all given the day off after yesterdays events.

You felt the bed dip next to you as kyra leaned softly into your side, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Do you want to go back to sleep?" you say softly, resting you arm around her and pulling her closer to you.

"i don't think i'll be able to" she whispers back vulnerably. Before you could say anything else you were interrupted by your phone ringing. You lean over slightly to grab it, only now noticing the amount of texts and miss calls you had as the news from yesterday spread quickly. But funnily enough there wasn't a single text from your parents.

Mini and Charli's face appeared on the screen as you answered the group facetime. You angle the phone so both you and kyra were in the frame, turning on the bed side light so they could see you clearly.

"Hi girls" Charli says sympathetically, looking at you both with a sad smile.

"how are you guys" mini asks concerned, her mother instincts kicking in.

"yeah um, still shaken up a bit" you answer softly, holding kyra closer. Both the girls notice how quiet she had been which was really unusual for her.

All of a sudden harper's face appears on the screen causing you and kyra to crack a smile.

"hey harps" kyra says softly, smiling warmly at her through the screen.

"kyrwa!" Harper yells excitedly, her face changes to confused as she noticed you.

"y/n/n why are you dressed like a mummy" harper asks innocently, you watch as both mini and charli's facial expressions change. Only now just noticing the amount of bandages on your body.

"we were playing dress up harps, i'm in a costume" you say quickly, whispering the last part dramatically to the child causing her to laugh. Mini quickly tells harper to go help Clara before tuning her attention back on you.

"what did the doctor say y/n?" She asks concerned, kyra looked up to you, she herself also not knowing how bad your injuries really were.

"erm i had to get a lot of stitches and they just said that i'll have some really big scars, the medical teams going to check it out later today" you murmur softly.

"Did they give you medicine for the pain?" charli asks concerned.

"yeah but i'll be fine, i've had worse" you say with a smile. You hear a loud knock on the door startling both you and kyra.

"We'll call you back later, love yous" kyra says softly, bidding goodbyes you end the call. You look at kyra, both exchanging confused glances over who would be knocking on your door so early in the morning.

"come in!" you yell confused, you smile slightly as Steph peaks her head in through the door.

"jesus y/n that animal really did a number on you" she says concerned, only now seeing how bad it was. She walks up towards kyra's side of the bed sitting down next to her, causing kyra to lean into her slightly.

"pffft just a few light scratches" you say jokingly.

"why are you up so early" you say changing the topic quickly.

"Most of the girls are at breakfast, i thought i'd let you two know" She says softly stroking kyra's hair as the young australian leans on her half asleep.

"yeah okay, we'll meet you down there in a few" you say sitting up slightly.

Once Steph leaves the room you get up from the bed and towards your bag, trying to find something to wear that won't hurt your injuries to bad. Pulling on a baggy shirt you walk back over to kyra.

"come on love, you need to eat something" you say softly pulling her out of bed. You both hold hands while you walk to where your teammates were, quickly filling a plate each you sit in the spare seats on a table with Steph, Caitlin, Katie, Leah and Alessia.

"Morning" Kyra says quietly to the girls, leaning into you once you both sat down. They look at you both sympathetically, noticing how tired you both were.

The conversations continued as they would normally, you sat there picking at your food, not actually having the stomach to eat right now. You didn't realize you were asked a question as all the girls stare at you.

"y/n"

"huh, what sorry" you say quickly, snapping out of your trance.

"Did your parents contact you about yesterday" Leah asks curiously.

"Mini rang this morning" you say with a shrug, pushing more food around your plate. Mini was more of a mother figure compared to your real one. Always looking out for you and making sure you were okay while your actual mum only talked to you once every six months if you were lucky.

"Your actual parents y/n" Leah speaks up.

"nope" you say popping the 'p'. You feel kyra's hand rest on your thigh as she sends you a sad look. Before they could say anything else your phone began to ring.

"speak of the devil" your mumble under your breath, the girls overhearing as they wait for you to pick up, putting the phone to your ear you regret it quickly.

"oh so your alive then" she yells through the phone, obviously drunk as you could tell by the slur in her voice. No doubt the girls could hear what she said as she was talking really loudly.

"yeah" you reply hurt, the girls hearts break at the deflected tone of your voice.

"oh to bad, i was hoping otherwise" Your 'mum' continues laughing loudly through the phone. Your teammates around you suddenly becoming angry at what she said. Before she continued yapping you ended the call with a sigh.

"i do not need to deal with that right now, moving on" you mumble before placing your phone on the table.

"what are we doing today" you ask casually, choosing to forget the phone call.

"u-um just a lazy day today" Alessia speaks up hesitantly, eyeing you with concern.

"sweet, i'm gonna go try sleep" you say, getting up and discarding your half full plate.

Kyra glances between you and the girls, choosing to follow you as she bids goodbyes to the girls quickly and makes her way back to your own room. Knocking on the door quietly she opens it slowly and makes her way in.

"y/n?" she asks softly, trying not to startle you as you lied in bed.

" hi love" you say with a smile, lifting up the quilt covers so she could lye in bed next to you. Carefully kyra crawls beside you so you were both facing each other face to face.

"your freckles are so cute" you say pinching her cheek softly while chuckling, her cheeks turn red as she smiles at you. There's a moment of comfortable silence, you notice how kyra keeps gazing from your eyes to lips nervously. You inch you face closer to hers so your lips were nearly touching.

"is this okay?" you whisper, keeping eye contact with her as she nods.

You kiss her softly, caressing her cheek with your thumb. This kiss lasted a few moments before you both pulled away for air. You pecked her on the lips quickly before kissing her all over her face making her laugh.

"will you be my girlfriend?" you ask hopefully, kyra's eyes light up as she nods her head quickly, pulling you in for another kiss making you smile into it. Your moment was interrupted by the door slamming open.

"omg i'm so sorry!" alessia shrieks as she covers her eyes making both you and kyra start laughing. Peeking through her fingers alessia sighs in relief seeing you both fully dressed.

"soooooo are you guys like officially together now?" she asks with a teasing smile.

"yeah" kyra says excitedly with a large smile, leaning into as you wrap your arms around her.

"omg i have to tell the others" Alessia squeaks as she quickly leaves your room shutting the door behind her.

"They're going to give us the big sister talks aren't they?" you say with a laugh, resting your head in the crook of kyra's neck.

"oh god that's going to be so scary" kyra laughs, pulling you closer.

"do you think if we pretend to sleep we can avoid it" you say questionably.

"worth a try" kyra says with a real yawn this time.

You and kyra quickly started acting once you heard a stampede of footsteps coming closer towards your room.

"less what do you mean, their asleep" Katie whisper shouts as the girls stood in the doorway of your room. Alessia stood there stunned, a look of confusion on her face.

"right come on, they need as much sleep as they can get" leah says sternly, ushering your teammates out. You waited until you hear them leave before you both burst out in a fit of giggles.

The rest of the day you and kyra stayed in your room, catching up on the missed sleep you had both missed as you lay snuggled up in each others arms.

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madi-writes-things · 2 days

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Making The Bed (Johnie Guilbert X Reader)

Summary:

Pushing away all the people that know me the best…

Word Count: 1,415

TW: Passing Out, ED, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Self Deprecation, Self Destructive Thoughts and Actions, Avoiding Foods, Parties, Drinking, Johnnie Being a Supportive and Good Boyfriend, platonic!Jake Webber

A/N: this has been in my drafts for like three months. Sorry if it seems rushed or anything, I fell asleep halfway through writing it and finished when I woke up. 🫶

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Y/N’s POV

I stand in the bathroom, obsessively typing the calories from the meal I just ate into the calorie counter that I promised I wouldn’t redownload. I didn’t mean for it to get like this again, but here I am. It just started as a few missed snacks, which turned into meals, and it all snowballed into daily weigh-ins and days with no food. I stop by the mirror for a moment, and I regret it immediately… the second I see myself, I feel my stomach churn.

The worst part of this is the lying to the people close to me… I don’t push them away on purpose, it just makes it easier. On days where I don’t see Johnnie much, I’m able to go the whole day without eating. I know that he’ll find out eventually, but I can’t let it be now.

In an ironic way I find it funny how people on the internet find out what you struggle with, and do their best to make it worse. The only reason that I started skipping snacks, was because people started commenting on my weight gain. It’s not the people who praise me for looking healthier, the issue is the people who spew my worst fears in the comments.

I know in the back of my head, that I will lose everything I’ve worked for if I don’t stay skinny. Johnnie won’t want me, Jake won’t chose me over him, Tara won’t want someone like me as a friend, my fans will get tired of me once I’m not interesting to look at, my family wo-

I hear Johnnie lightly knock on the bathroom door, pulling me from my doom spiral. “you okay in there babe?”

Shit.

I quickly wipe my face off, leaving no trace of the tears that were spilled. “Yeah! Be out in just a second.” Sometimes I wonder if he knows, and he’s happy that I’m losing weight. No. He’s not like that.

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I think Jake knows…

He stared me down after making me lunch. I think he was trying to see if I actually ate it. He made pasta, and I cried in the bathroom for thirty minutes after leaving the table. I saw him staring at me anytime we were in the same room after that.

Now I’m climbing into his car with Johnnie and Tara, headed to an influencer party. I’m wearing a cute Tank + Cropped Hoodie with skeleton hand’s bedazzled on the tits, and a pair of high waisted jeans. I knew that going out was a bad idea, but I have to stay under Jake’s radar… if he says anything to Johnnie, I’m done for.

I offer to be designated driver when we pull up, there’s no way I’m drinking tonight. One shot of vodka is nearly 100 calories, and vodka is the lowest calorie alcohol I’ve found. Everyone agrees pretty easily.

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The party has been going on for hours, and all of my friends were pretty tipsy at this point. I decided to go sit with Tara a little bit ago, and now we’re talking about her latest hookup. “He was literally so pretty… and his dick was huge!” She nearly falls over laughing at my reaction. I tell her I’m going to grab a water from the cooler, and find the guys so we can head out.

The second I stand up, everything goes blurry for a second. Shit. I don’t think I’ve had anything to eat since Jake made me, and that was like three days ago. I reach out and steady myself on Tara’s shoulder, as she asks if I’m okay. I mutter a quick yes, as I start walking away. It’s takes a second for my eyes to focus again, but most people just seem to assume I’m drunk.

Once I find the guys, we head out. My head is pounding, and all I want is to get home and go straight to bed. Once we finally get to our room, Johnnie holds me tight in his arms as we drift to sleep.

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The party was two days ago, and while I know I shouldn’t, I took advantage of everyone’s hangovers. I still haven’t eaten or drank anything other than water. Every morning I wake up lighter than the day before, and I’m not risking gaining any weight at this point.

Today is different, Jake and Johnnie are wide awake. The guys have been filming all morning, and they asked me if I wanted to join them in a video… I obviously agreed. I’ve missed my boyfriend, and I doubt he’d notice anything while we’re out at target.

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We stopped at three different targets before finding one that would let us film, totaling about an hour and a half of driving around. We’ve been walking around this target for a while, but the lights are too bright and I can’t seem to make my brain work hard enough to figure out how long.

I’m standing in the board game isle when it happens. I see Johnnie’s face fall when he sees me. “Babe, are you okay? You look really pa…” I don’t even hear the full sentence before everything turns to static.

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Johnnie’s POV

It all happens so fast. One second we’re laughing at something stupid, the next second Y/N has gone completely silent. “Babe, are you okay? You look really pale.” Then it happens. I watch as her eyes roll back into her skull.

Shit.

I barely move fast enough to stop her from hitting her head on the ground. “Jake! Go get some juice and a granola bar.” He practically drops the camera before breaking into a sprint across the store.

nononono… how long have I missed this? It all starts clicking into place… the long bathroom breaks after meals, the pulling away, the way she offered to not drink. Jake returns within 30 seconds, and Y/N starts to stir in my arms.

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Y/N’s POV

Everything feels like static… I think my eyes are open, but I still can’t see anything. I reach up, and my hand graces something, it takes me a second to register that it’s my loving boyfriend. I mutter a quick apology, and I hear him talking to someone but it’s so muffled. I don’t know how long I lay there before I start to regain feeling in my body. I can’t tell if I’m shaking, but I feel like I’m having a seizure or something.

once I’m able to sit up on my own Johnnie hands me a juice box and a granola bar. I can see Jake sitting across the aisle, also sipping a juice box. They wait until I’m done with my snack before talking. “Baby, I need you to be honest… when is the last time you ate?”

Shitshitshitshit. “I had lunch with Jake.” I try to sound confident, but my voice is shaky. I see Johnnie look across the aisle at Jake, questioning whether I was telling the truth.

“Y/N… that was almost a week ago.” He looks at me with a nearly indecipherable expression, but I know it well. Pity. “Is that really the last time you ate?”

Seeing how worried my they are breaks me. I only allow myself to break down because we are in a fairly secluded area of the store. Johnnie pulls me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. We stay like that for a while before heading home.

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Three Months Later

That day was a massive wake up call. Johnnie let me take a nap when we got home, while I slept they assembled friends and family. When I woke up they held an intervention. They gave me the choice to Go to an inpatient treatment, or try to get better at home… I chose getting better at home, scared that nobody would wait for me.

That night we worked out a plan. Johnnie made me a meal plan full of foods that I felt safe eating, we threw out the bathroom scale, and we deleted the calorie counter. It wasn’t an overnight change, but I had amazing support from the people around me.

Johnnie is truly the man of my dreams. He never stops telling me how much he loves me, and reassuring me that he would never leave me. He is the reason I wake up in the morning, and I know that he will always be there.

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wellionlybroughtthree · 1 day

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make you want, make you hurt, make you plead - matty healy

[title is lyrics from the song bloody creature poster girl by in this moment, someone fuck me to their entire discography i beg. i wrote this in one go and this isn't beta read at all, sorry if it is shit.]

wc: ~5k

cw: smut without plot sorry, sub matty undertones(but like forced submission haha), handcuffs, face sitting, wax play, slight knife play, matty has a pain kink in this, he's rough in the end, choking, unprotected p in v shag

“Right, remember, channel your inner hoe.” You say under your breath, straightening up your robe and tying it closed before you go open the door. You have a plan. Will it be successful? No idea. Are you going to do it anyway? Absolutely.

You grip the handle, taking a deep breath before you push the door open and walk into the room and see Matty still lying where you left him, arms folded behind his head staring at the TV. His white t-shirt has ridden up to expose his stomach, with his boxers peeking over the waistband of his black slacks. He doesn’t look at you, instead intently focused on the old Disney movie playing on TV.

While his attention is focused, you crouch down to his suitcase sitting on the floor at the end of the bed, grasping the box that is sitting amongst some of his clothes there. You stand, walking around to the side of the bed while Matty stays engrossed in what he’s watching or trying not to look at you - you’re not sure which, until you place the box on the floor and reach for the remote next to him on the bed and stand straight to switch the TV off.

Matty immediately frowns, turning to look where you’re standing and he does a double take when he notices what you’re wearing. “Darling - what are you - why did you turn that off?”

You don’t answer, and instead lean down to take the lid from the box on the floor to get what you want, while Matty stays laying but lifts his head to try and see what you’re doing. When you stand straight, you hold up the pair of leather cuffs you’re both very familiar with by now. Matty’s brows pinch together, his eyes going back and forth between the cuffs and your face, and then his eyes freeze when you climb onto the edge of the bed, then throw your leg over his hips to straddle him.

His body goes rigid, with his muscles tensing and you can see his biceps twitch with his hands still resting behind his head. “Darling… What are you doing?”

You reach forward, still without a word while Matty watches with bewildered eyes and you grasp his forearms to pull his hands from behind his head. He doesn’t fight you, still looking caught off guard and trying to figure out what’s happening as you lift his wrists to place them against one of the wooden beams connecting to either side of the bed posts.

“What the hell happened in that shower?” He asks again, staring at you like you’ve possessed. You place each cuff around each of his wrists and buckle them, with the chain in the middle of them around the beam to keep them secured to it. Matty looks up to his wrists, tugging at them like he’s checking that you’ve really done that, then back to you still looking for some kind of explanation. You sit up straight, give him a sweet closed mouth smile and pat his chest before starting to climb off of him. “I’ll be back.”

Matty’s face drops into a ‘what the fuck’ expression, and you hear him call out behind you as you leave the room. “Where the hell are you going?”

“It’s a surprise.” You say to yourself, mimicking his accent, and go to the kitchen to open one of the drawers and get what you need.

When you return back to the room, you stop in the doorway and feel your stomach tighten, seeing him laid out on the bed in the dim purple light, with his wrists cuffed above his head and still confused as ever. It’s a sight that has your pulse accelerating. You walk slowly back over to the bed, while Matty keeps his gaze lasered on you, searching for any kind of clue but looks even more lost when you set a packet of matches on the bedside table. You stay standing next to the bed, and move your hands to the tie on your robe and slowly start to loosen it, tilting your head while you watch him and speak for the first time.

“Why did you bring that box on this trip?”

Matty frowns, blinking like he doesn’t understand your question and keeps his eyes on your hands as they start to undo your robe. “I uh, I don’t know.”

“You weren’t planning on using it?” You ask, opening your robe and letting the silky black material slip from your shoulders until it falls away from your body. You watch Matty’s hands tightening into fists above his head, and his jaw clenches while his eyes go over your body. Darting over every inch as if his eyes are playing tricks on him. “Fuck, darling - what.” He pauses from falling over his words, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again to check that you’re actually standing there wearing what you are. “...Holy shit.”

Then he finally answers your question. “I didn't know if you’d want to use it, I didn’t know how you were feeling or…or if you’d want to. I honestly don’t know why I grabbed it. Probably wishful thinking.” You take a couple slow steps until you’re placing your knee on the bed, climbing back on to straddle his hips and Matty’s whole chest jumps with the sharp breath he takes.

He stares up at you, with a few curls from his messy hair falling onto his forehead and you place your hands on his chest and feel his heart beating fast. You smooth your hands down his chest to his stomach, and then grasp the buckle of his belt to start to undo it, while you watch his face. “Do you want me? Have you missed fucking me?” Matty bites down hard on his lip, exhaling heavily through his nose like he’s trying to calm himself while you slip his belt from the loops and drop it next to him on the bed.

“I always want you, of course I’ve missed you.” He says, letting his eyes wander over your body, sat up on top of him. “But I don’t think you understand what you’re doing right now-”

Matty stops in shock when you move your hand to slip underneath his behind, not knowing what the fuck you’re doing until you manage to slip your fingers into his back pocket, pulling out the switchblade knife you’ve come to learn tends to live there.

You hold the knife up, flicking the blade out and toy with it in your fingers while you tilt your head. “I know exactly what I’m doing, it seems it’s you that doesn’t understand what I’m doing.” Matty’s gave is frozen on the knife, and he wets his lips. “You’re right, I have no idea what’s gotten into you all of the sudden - and I don’t think you understand this is not a good game to play with me right now.”

Well that sounds promising.

You pout, taking the knife and lightly drag it in slow patterns over the top of his shirt from his chest and down his stomach while his breathing falters. “Act like a saint but like getting fucked like a sinner, remember?” Matty holds his breath when you drag the knife across the hem of his boxers, and you give him an innocent smile. You’re being extremely careful with the knife, you’re not as confident or talented with it as Matty, so you’re making sure you stay within the limits of what you know you can safely do without injuring one of you. You’re sexually frustrated, not homicidal after all.

Matty’s composure is crumbling by the second. He swallows, focusing his eyes on yours while he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “Darling…If you think I’m in the mood to be toyed with after weeks of not being able to have you, you’re mistaken.”

“So…I should stop?” You ask, keeping the knife in one hand while you hook your finger under the band of his boxers and drag it back and forth. Matty’s hips shift when your finger grazes against the sensitive skin between his hip bones. “No, you can uncuff me and we can go nice and slow - I’ll be gentle, instead of what I’ll do if you keep this little game of yours up.” You hum to yourself, and lean forward to press your palm against his chest and dip your head down so your mouth is close to his.

“That’s a cute offer.” You whisper, sounding far too sweet. “But I’ll pass.”

You sit up straight again, and watch Matty’s eyes darken as they stay on you while he clenches and unclenches his fists. There he is.

You drop the knife next to him, and lift yourself off of his legs to undo his jeans, moving to kneel beside him while you tug them down and off of his legs, tossing them on the floor before moving back to your position on top of him.

He’s already hard, pressing tight against the material of his underwear and you let your centre brush over him as you move up to straddle his waist, making his hips buck up. “Uh-uh.” You tutt, giving him a mock scolding look. “Behave.”

Matty does not look impressed, and for a moment you feel lucky that he’s restrained with the look that flashed across his eyes. This shouldn’t feel as exciting as it does. You move your legs to place your feet on the bed near his shoulders, and lean your weight back on one hand while you use the other to tug the lace thong down your thighs, while Matty’s gaze drops to between your legs when you lift them bent at the knee to start pulling the material down your calves to your ankles.

He’s staring with no shame whatsoever, wetting his lips and you lower your legs to hover your feet either side of his head, with your underwear around your ankles and hanging just above his mouth. “Be a good boy and take these off for me.”

You watch Matty’s jaw tick, and he exhales a slow breath while he focuses his stare on yours, not breaking his burning eye contact when he lifts his head from where it’s propped up on the pillow and grasps the material with his teeth, pulling it from your ankles and off of your feet. Watching that made heat flood your whole body and pool between your legs.

Matty keeps your underwear perched between his teeth while you shift to straddle him again, but this time let yourself slide back until your centre is pressed against his, feeling him twitch beneath you. His breathing is getting heavier, while he’s glaring at you and you reach forward to pluck the material from his teeth while feeling your stomach jump when he licks his tongue over his lower lip.

You toss the underwear on the bed, and press your hands back on his chest, while you lean down and Matty fights to keep still. “So good, doing as you’re told.” You say, dipping your face down, brushing your lips against his. “Do you want to kiss me?” Matty nods without hesitating, with his warm breath tickling against your skin and murmurs a quiet “please.”

He tries to lift his mouth to yours but you pull back a fraction which makes a weak frustrated growl vibrate in the back of Matty’s throat before dropping his head back against the pillow. You slide one hand up to hold the underside of his jaw and let the other hand slip up to let your fingers tangle and grip tight into the back of his hair. “Now you’ll have to say please again.”

You can feel the energy coming off of him, like trying to keep an electric storm contained in a box and it’s dying to get out. His desperation seems to overtake his stubbornness though, because after a few moments he sighs a heavy breath through his nose, with a low frustrated “please” through his teeth. You drag it out a few moments longer, keeping your mouth just out of reach until he whispers a softer plea of “please kiss me” and then you’re pressing your lips against his.

It skips any slow or tender moments, and goes straight to searing and hungry. His tongue is delving into your mouth to massage against your own while he groans into the kiss. You let your hips press down, feeling him rock hard beneath you and the second you start to move your hips Matty is pressing his centre up to grind back against you. When he feels the heat and friction of you circling against him, a needy moan tumbles out of his mouth and into the frantic kiss while you tighten your fingers in his hair and pull, making his hips snap up harder.

It feels amazing, everything that is happening. His lips, his tongue, the movement of his hips. You’ve missed him. Before you let yourself get too caught up, feeling the dampness of his boxers where your centres are connecting, you pull yourself away and break the kiss knowing it was getting dangerous with how good it felt.

You’re both panting, and Matty looks dazed but thoroughly unimpressed that you stopped. “I’ve missed kissing you like that.” You tell him, letting your hands smooth over his chest and stomach. “Then why did you stop?” He asks, with his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen. “Because I’ve missed you kissing somewhere else as well.” You say as you start to climb further up his body until you’re perched on his chest.

Matty’s stare goes down to your exposed lower half, sucking his lower lip under his front teeth to fight groaning. “Come closer then, let me fix that.”

You can feel the nerves in your body firing with anticipation and excitement, while you shift again and position yourself so your knees are either side of his head, holding yourself up with your hands on the wooden beam above him. He’s flicking his eyes from between your legs to your face, and the lustful hungry look in them is making it harder to stay upright.

“Is this what you want?” You ask, keeping your centre just out of reach, and watch Matty’s glare only become more threatening. “You want a taste?”

“I want to fuck that soaking cunt of yours with my mouth while you make a mess of my face.” He says with a low hoarse voice, obviously struggling with how worked up he is. “That’s what I want. Now come sit.”

Your breathing falters, not expecting the filth that left his mouth. “Ask nicely.” You tell him, shocked by your own self control when you lower yourself down. “Please, ride my face.”

Even though the way he said that sounded like it took everything in him not to snap at you, and he’s just about reached his limit - it’d be rude not to oblige, so you lower yourself down. As soon as your heat is within reach, his mouth is attaching to it, darting his tongue out to lick a slow stripe from your entrance up to your over-sensitive nerves. Your body jumps from how overwhelming the small action feels, and the moan you try to let out gets caught in your throat when he latches his lips around your clit, sucking you into his mouth and using his tongue to send your mind spinning.

A low satisfied goran rumbles deep in Matty’s chest, while you hold on tighter to the beam and your head drops down, seeing his eyes stay on your face while his mouth attacks your nerves with greedy movements. You start to circle your centre back against his mouth, which brings a satisfied hum from Matty, and he presses his arms harder against your thighs like he’s trying to pull you down harder against him. You can already feel an orgasm building and threatening to unravel, which you can’t let happen because you know it’s exactly what he wants.

His warm tongue is flicking and circling against you, while he doesn’t hide a single ounce of how much he’s enjoying this, with his hips shifting up against the air for relief he can’t get. “Oh my god.” You gasp, letting your eyes close and rolling your head back when his movements become even more pornographic with his mouth, mixing with his moans that are vibrating against you and pushing you dangerously close to the edge. You have to lift yourself up suddenly, with breathless cusses while you try to fight back the orgasm that nearly hit you.

“Darling you better bring your ass back here right now and come in my mouth.” Matty says through his teeth. “Don’t you dare stop.”

You ignore him, still trying to compose yourself and the unbearable throbbing between your legs that’s making your thighs shake. You take deep breaths, slowly managing to move yourself back, listening to Matty’s ragged breathing while you use all your energy to manage to manoeuvre back until you’re sitting on his hips. When you finally look at him, with his wild hair, his lips and chin glistening while he looks furious and painfully turned on, you can’t help smiling to yourself. You’ve lost your damn mind pushing him like this, and it feels great.

“Okay darling. You’ve had your fun, you can undo these handcuffs now.” He says catching his breath, letting his eyes make a slow trail down to where you’re pressed against his erection and back up to your face while he lets his tongue clean up the mess on his lips. You pull your face back, cocking your head and raising your eyebrows. “I beg your pardon?”

You narrow your eyes, leaning over to pick up the knife on the bed and pointing it at him. “You’re kidding yourself if you think I am anywhere near finished with you - are you not enjoying yourself?”

“I am. But you won’t be once I’m out of these.” Matty’s glare becomes insidious as he chews on the inside of his lip, and while the look he is giving you would normally have you shrinking back, it’s only making you want to taunt him more. You look down at his white t-shirt, and pick at the material with a sigh. “This is gonna have to go.”

“So…let me go, and I can take it off for you.” Matty says in a low voice, clearly at the end of his patience. You shake your head, lifting his shirt and taking the switchblade, piercing it through from under his shirt from where his ribs are and dragging it back towards you, cutting through his shirt until it slices through the end of it. Matty looks down to his half tattered shirt, then back to your face while you damn near flutter your lashes like you should have a halo sitting on top of your head. “Whoops.”

His top lip twitches before his mouth forms a hard flat line and he closes his eyes while he takes a slow and composing breath. You grab either side of the cut material and pull until it tears and rips in half over his chest and neck.

“So this is really how you want to play tonight, darling?” Matty asks, glancing down at his bare torso and then back to your face. “This is how you want things to go?”

“Absolutely.” You say far too happy, and climb off him to reach down to the box on the floor.”Alright. Have it your way.” He says with a tone that’s sinister enough to give your skin chills. “Good luck when I get my hands on you.”

You get two of the candle sticks you’ve seen in the box a few times, one is red and the other is black, before you go back into your original position. As soon as Matty sees them, he looks to the matches on the bedside table and you see it all click in his head.

“Gonna use those, darling?” He asks, but it sounds more like a dare.

You bite your lip and nod, reaching over for the matches on the bedside table, pulling one from the box and flicking the red tip against the side to ignite it. You hold the match up to the red candle, lighting it and place the matchbox with the black candle on the bedside table for now.

“Let’s play with fire.”

Matty simply watches, not looking the slightest bit intimidated or bothered by the fact you’re hovering an open flame over him. You watch the wax start to melt, and at first you keep the candle held up to the same height as around where your shoulders are. You know the closer you get to his skin, the hotter the wax will feel. Better safe than sorry.

You feel some wax drip onto your finger from the candle, and you move your hand to hover the candle over his chest where you know the skin won’t be as sensitive as his stomach. You tilt it, so it’s horizontal and watch as the first couple of drips of wax fall and land on Matty’s chest. As soon as it hits his skin, he sucks in a breath through his teeth, with his brows furrowing and you give him a look to check if he’s okay.

Judging by his expression, he’s more than okay. His eyes are heavier and seem drunk with the obscene things racing through his mind, while his lips are parted and he won’t break his gaze from yours. You keep the candle in the same position, only moving it over a fraction while the wax starts to drip faster. Drops of deep red hit his skin, dripping and forming patterns and with each one Matty’s breathing gets deeper and his hips start to shift beneath you.

Seeing his reaction, you lower the candle down to your chest height, now tilting it on an angle so the flame is more pointed towards Matty’s torso and it heats up the wax faster. You move your hand slowly down his chest to his sternum then just above his belly button, watching the trail of hot wax hit his flesh and as you go Matty’s reaction only escalates.

“Is this okay?” You check, making sure you’re not going too far. He looks delirious, with random curls that have started sticking to his forehead and he nods as he swallows hard.

“Don’t stop.”

You find yourself wanting to squeeze your legs together, as you continue dripping it onto him, transfixed by the way he gasps and his eyes roll shut, leaning his head back and exposing his throat. His chest starts to rise and fall faster, and when you lower the candle down even further until it’s at your waist height and watch a series of drops splash against his lower stomach, Matty’s back arches up as he rolls his hips, and groans a deep drawn out “Oh fuck.”

Before you realise you’re even doing it, you’re circling your hips back against him, feeling the throb between your legs worsen as you continue watching and listening to him. Seeing all the patterns of dried wax on his torso, mixing with his tattoos while his body writhes with the erotic sounds leaving him is one of the most arousing images you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

The candle burns just over half way, and you decide to blow it out after a few more droplets of red hit in between Matty’s hips, and his fingers curl into tight fists while he moans with his eyes pinched shut and turns his head to the side to clench his jaw tight. You’re breathing just as heavy as he is now, matching the movements of my hips with his. Matty’s eyes slowly open, and he locks them on you, looking completely wild.

“Darling…” He says in a slow rough voice, then it lowers with a threat. “You’ve got about five seconds to start fucking me.”

“Or what?” You taunt, dragging your nails down his sensitive stomach. “You’ll lay there and glare at me?”

Matty curses a loud ‘fuck’ through his teeth and scrunches his eyes shut. A slow smile forms on his lips, one that is completely unnerving. “I warned you.”

You’re not even given a second to react or question what that means, because your stomach drops when Matty grits his teeth and you see his arms tense as he yanks at the cuffs with so much force you don’t know if the sound you heard was the damn wooden beam breaking or the chain. It all goes so fast, one second he’s laying there and the next he’s shooting upright, his fingers wrapping around your throat and you’re being flipped off of him and pinned to the bed with him hovering above you.

“I gave you a chance, I was playing nice.” He lowers his eyes at you, with the purple lighting only making him look more intimidating, and you feel his other hand slip between your legs that are forced open from his knees being perched in between them. “Now you get to see why I told you not to toy with me tonight.”

His fingers slowly drag up your heat, feeling around the slick skin and making you squirm before he pushes two fingers inside, playing no game when he curves them up and starts thrusting them at a tortuous pace. He nudges your legs further apart with his knees, thrusting his fingers faster and pressing his thumb against your nerves, making pleasure ripple through your body.

“Getting fucked like a sinner, huh? This what you wanted?”

His fingers work faster making the pressure build to the point you’re writhing beneath him, and you manage to moan out a mindless “Yes.”

“You are in so much fucking trouble, darling.” He says with his voice dropping, and slips his fingers from between your legs, bringing them up and tracing them over your lower lip, before pushing them into your mouth for you to taste yourself.

“Good.”

That seems to be the last straw for Matty, he growls through his teeth as his hand slips under the back of your head and tangles into your hair, and you’re being pulled up onto your knees while he keeps his hand around your throat. Matty moves to the side of the bed, until he’s standing next to it, making you follow him on your knees with his hold in your hair and around your neck, keeping his feral eyes on yours.

Once you’re kneeling directly in front of him on the bed he lets go of your neck and tugs your face towards his, crashing his mouth against yours while he grabs hold on the front of your bra. He rips it so hard the fabric burns against your skin, making a pained sound leave your throat but Matty’s fingers only tighten in your hair as he kisses you harder. He tugs the straps off your arms, and lets the tattered bra fall on the bed.

Your mind is racing, trying to keep up with his mouth attacking yours and all of the sensations attacking your body, but the next thing you know you’re being spun around and pushed down until the side of your face is pressed against the bed. You’re trying to catch your breath, but it’s knocked out of you again when in a matter of seconds Matty has tugged his underwear down and you feel his blunt tip tease your entrance before his hips are slamming forward.

The force jolts your body forward, but he tugs you back against him with his grip still in your hair. He’s buried himself as deep as he can, and your muscles tense and clench around him from trying to adjust. He leans over you and places one knee on the bed, lifting your head by your hair to talk against your ear. “Let’s see if you’re smiling when I’m finished with you.”

You’re gasping for air, whining over the fact he isn’t moving and the fact you feel so full and want nothing more than to finally undo this knot you’ve been tying in your belly all night.

You can feel the tension in him snap at the same time his hips do, and he draws them back only to slam them forward, fucking into you that rough and deep the only thing you can do is grasp onto the covers and hold on.

He tugs you up by your hair, forcing you up on your arms that can barely hold you up, and he wraps his arm around your stomach to move you upright so your back is against his chest, and his hand takes a firm hold of your jaw. “I want to fucking hear you, understand?” He grits through his teeth, releasing your hair to snake his hand down between your legs, and presses his fingers against your clit to work in fast motions that have your legs trembling.

“You’re soaking my cock, you’re close - I can feel it.” He says only increasing the force of his hips, hitting places so deep inside you from this angle you feel tears in your eyes from how overpowering the feeling building inside of you is. “Go on, fucking come darling. Scream.”

He works his fingers faster, and that pressure in you reaches its breaking point while he buries his face against your neck and bites down on your skin, grunting a muffled ‘oh fuck me’ when he feels you tense around him. Your orgasm absolutely fucking decimates you when it ruptures in your body, it’s so intense you couldn’t stop screaming if you wanted to. Your throat feels raw, and your body is shaking and Matty doesn’t even give you a chance to ride it out, he shoves you back down against the bed and continues fucking into you as hard as he can.

You feel Matty’s thrusts become sloppy and more blunt before he falls forward and catches himself with his hands either side of your head. He buries himself forward while his fingers clench into the sheets with white knuckles and he near shouts a hoarse “Holy fucking shit.” That makes you jump from the volume of it. He stills inside of you, with his arms trembling until you feel his body twitch with each release of warmth that spills into you, while he moans helplessly.

You feel barely conscious, while Matty slumps on top of you panting. “God, I fucking love you so damn much.” He mumbles, sounding incoherent. “You okay darling?”

You can only give a half assed grunt in response to show him you’re still alive. <3

#well #the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy smut #i am not confident in posting this at all #i just want to cry and delete it tbh #god

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cottoncandybitchfuck · 1 day

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@magical-awesome-kid this has been stuck bouncing around my head since you commented. Rude as hell cause it's 12:50 am and I need to be asleep. Anyway, here this is.

As Gorgug wakes up he tries to remember when he went to sleep. The last thing he saw were his friends and family sitting around him, they were all smiling but they had tears in their eyes. His mom and dad both held his hand. He is lying on the ground, on what feels like moss. After a minute his eyes adjust better and he sees a familiar twilight glow and a goddess reaching a hand down to him. She smiles at him softly, and he takes her hand in his. Another goddess stands behind her, this one glows more brightly. He gives a nod to her, and they walk together for a minute. Cassandra brings him to a clearing that reminds him of the Nightmare Forest he was in during his sophomore year. That had to be 60ish years ago, but the clearing looked the same, with moonlight shining down on him. He thinks a small “Thank you” as he feels the goddesses leave him to sit for a while.

Riz wakes up, more energized than he has been since he was 9 years old. He is laying on… moss? He opens his eyes and sees a familiar forest. A small smile forms on his face when he sees a twilight hand reaching down to him. Then a frown. He signs to Cassandra, his hearing long gone. “But, my mom and dad.” Cassandra nods. He feels a sense of calm washing over him, and takes the hand reached out to him. He follows them, still worried about seeing his parents again. Then he sees Gorgug. He runs for the first time in a long time and jumps into a hug. Twilight surrounds them, and they are calm and together again. He gets a call on his watch. His mom and dad, and he gets to go help them, but he always comes back, his home is here.

Kristen never went to sleep, she was praying and she opens her eyes to her goddesses once more. Ankarna reaches her hand down to raise Kristen from her feet. “It is done, you can rest now.” Kristen nods, she knew it was coming, and she wasn’t the first to die. Twilight and dawn envelope her in a hug as she floats through the forest with them. She comes to the same clearing, and Riz and Gorgug are waiting. Riz signs to her “Good to see you. I missed you.” She just hugs him and cries a little bit. Gorgug hugs her next. “You look better,” He tells her, and she feels it. Gravity doesn’t weigh her down as much as it did and the dull ache in her knees she was so used to was gone.

Fabian dies with Adaine and Aelwyn at his side, the Hangman curled in dog form in his lap. The warmth always felt nice when his bones hurt a little bit. He notices he is warm all over now, and he opens his eyes to see a body made of Dawn standing in front of him and offering a hand. He shakes his head, “I didn’t expect to be here.” She shrugs, and offers him a warmth he hasn’t had since Cathilda passed away. He nods and takes her hand, walking with her to the same clearing. He sees Gorgug and runs to him, he hasn’t seen him in 105 years, but he looks the same as he remembers. The Ball jumps on his back and they have a group hug. Then he sees Kristen, and he tells her “Thank you.”

Fig visits when she can, plane shifting when she can get away from work. She passed away, but she’s still an archdevil. The first time she visits she gives a huge group hug. She tells Gorgug “I just can’t find a drummer good enough to replace you!” He gives a goofy smile. She signs to Riz “I never got rid of your corkboards in hell. Can you still help me with legal junk? I’m no good at it.” He laughs and tells her “Yes, I can. I work with my mom and dad now too!” She tells Fabian “The Hangman is doing better now, he’s more used to being in Hell again and he’s a great companion.” He says “Thank you for taking care of him. I know he didn’t want to go.” She smiles at Kristen and tells her “I missed my president.”

Adaine passes away during a quest as the Oracle, she went off to help Aguefort with something and just wasn’t able to make it. She wakes up on the same moss patch everyone else did, with Kristen offering her hand. She takes it and gets up but then pulls her into a huge hug, tears running down her face. “Oh how I missed you!” Kristen has tears in her eyes as she said “It was hard to be here without my sister.” They walk to the clearing, and Riz tackle hugs her. She just laughs as they all walk up and hug her, ignoring that the others are already there. Gorgug offers her a flower, and she takes it, putting it in her pocket. Riz starts talking to her about a case he just can’t crack. She asks to see his corkboard and they start talking about it. Fabian sits behind them talking to Gorgug about bloodrush strategies he used as coach. Kristen and Fig sit together listening to and watching them all. Kristen rests her head on Fig’s shoulder, and their goddesses float above them, happy that the Bad Kids are together once again.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #riz gukgak #fantasy high spoilers #fhjy spoilers #kristen applebees #gorgug thistlespring #fabian seacaster #adaine abernant #fig faeth #fantasy high junior year spoilers #dox.jpeg

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pucciverse · 8 months

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#venting in the tags cuz I do not want to be obtrusive or take up space on peoples dashes about it #but god. chronic back pain is just. so evil #I have been in mind numbing pain all day and there was nothing I could do about it #its usually kind of background noise but it’s so brutal today #I feel like someone has dug a knife between my vertebrae and is trying to pop them apart by sheer force #standing hurts sitting hurts lying down hurts #moving wrong has just fucking winded me it’s like getting punched under the ribs #I bent down to feed my cats when I got home and I swear I greyed out for a second cuz I moved Bad #and absolutely NOTHING brought this on like i twinged it putting a fucking dish away in my cabinet #I wish someone would just take my spine out and scrub it all fresh and clean and straighten it out and put it back in nice and shiny #okay vent over it’s been building all day and I’m just saying shit now #peoples chronic pain is real unless it is mine. obviously 👍#okay. delete later. probably #busy beez

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rosykims · 2 years

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ok question does it still count as chronic pain if it comes and goes every couple of months ?

#the tag offers a lot of comfort but #ok not to sound like a twitter user but ig im afraid of co-opting a phrase that doesnt rly belong to me #but god im so fucking tired #i mean. im vaguely uncomfortable Always but for some months it fades and its rly manageable #like it only hurts when i go out of my way to like. touch my muscles too hard lol #but then it ALWAYS comes back. after a few months i can just Feel it settling back into my body #and its honestly mild like i know its not as bad as some people's but its just fucking constant and my brain cant adjust to it #and i cant sleep and cant think and cant get comfortable like i have STANDING just walking around my house for #idk. four hours now? bc sitting hurts <3 and lying down hurts <3 but also standing around and walking hurts too lmao #and im scared to take neurofen (ibuprofen) bc its late and im saving it until i go to sleep in a few hours nd also ive taken so much lately #i havent gone to a doc bc im scared whatever it is i wont be able to afford to treat #im already in physio for another reason and i can fucking BARELY afford it lol. obvs im gonna bring it up w her but #ugh idk i just needed to vent #anyways w/e tht spongebob guy was right i also have glass bones & paper skin & at night i lie awake until my heart attack puts me to sleep❤

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liebelesbe · 2 years

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trying to google why tf my shoulders hurt from. just standing for a few minutes. and every result I get is about shoulders hurting when you're moving them or when you're lying on them or after an accident etc etc and nothing about standing!!! grrr

#sitting is fine lying down is fine standing and walking for too long is PAIN #but why my shoulders?? like my feet or whatever would make sense but why shoulders...#doddie redet #(meant to write and/or. i don't have to walk for my shoulders to hurt)

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orcelito · 2 years

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God tho I know physical therapy is probs gonna suck but I'd be willing to go thru any amount of pain if it means an end to this constant Fucking 3 months of pain I've been in. Holy hell.

#speculation nation #THREE. MONTHS.#like it doesnt really hurt when im lying down or standing neutrally #doctor explained it hurts when bending or sitting bc the spine straightens out & puts stress on those muscles #the ones that decided they were gonna b a Little Bitch and make it MY problem. for MONTHS.#so i legit have to Make Them Stronger to make the pain stop.#im willing to do it. i want to be able to bend over again without having to brace myself on a knee or #hold onto smth around me for support. it's really fucking annoying #hot pad doesnt even help anymore. it's just pain. all. the. time.#never too extreme of pain but i am getting SO sick of it. i just want to keep trying (and failing) to touch my toes again 😭

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gorgugplushie · 9 days

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Ive been in so much physical pain in the last months it hurts so much and i dont know whats wrong with me i cant sleep because it hurts ive been skipping meal because eating hurts i just want it to end 😭

#gorgug txt.#delete later #ignoring it ahsnr helped .#idk IDKK i dont knowww #i need to see a doctor low key .#ive only just no caved n taken medicine to se if thy helps but fuck brooo 😭😭😭#sitting hurts and standing hurts and lying down hurts URGH

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rising-above-stars · 2 months

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About to down a whole bottle of pain meds I don't want this pain

#lara rambles #no im not. im not gonna take all of it #its in liquid form and tastes disgusting #i just have that type of lower back pain where it hurts like a bitch no matter what you do #sit. lie. stand. move. cant do anything without almost excruciating pain #that also extrnds to my hips and down my thighs to my knees #i would do my physio exercises but #a. i dont think that eill help and #b. most involve me lying on the floor. i dont think ill be getting back up

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fingertipsmp3 · 6 months

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Well the good news is my butt is fine. The bad news is my knee is not 🙃

#context: on friday night i slipped on ice and my legs went out from under me so i fully landed on my butt. on an icy pavement #which hurt a Lot as you can imagine. i thought i’d irreparably done something to my tailbone #i’ve been searching up stuff about tailbone injuries and resigned myself to a 4 week time frame (which is the amount of time it takes to #recover from a bruised tailbone according to google). i’ve been taking painkillers and sitting on a donut pillow #which is humiliating but anyway #the pain is receding like way faster than i thought it would. which is fantastic don’t get me wrong! i really only have pain now if i sit #in an especially stupid position or change positions (standing up from sitting especially feels horrible; and so does tilting my pelvis down #if i’m lying on my back)#however. my tailbone was Killing me yesterday and for this reason i adopted a crab walk. which wouldn’t be so much of a problem #except. except 6 months ago i suffered a catastrophic knee dislocation that overextended two ligaments; tore multiple muscle fibres #and gave me post-traumatic arthritis. and i’d JUST corrected my limp from that. i was JUST starting to walk normally #and now my knee is like ‘oh we’re limping again! good! i will refuse to straighten if there is weight on me’#stop!!!!!!! it’s been ONE day what the fuck #my knee also fucking hurts which i think is because i spent so much time in a deep squat trying to get up from the icy pavement #that was an insane position for my knee to be in. i do squats for knee rehab but they are suuuper shallow #i’ve got this ball of fluid on my knee constantly now and shooting pains down the patellar ligament And the back of BOTH of my knees hurts #i don’t know whether to rest it and ice it OR panic and do a bunch of exercises; then ice it #i know it can straighten and i know it can take my weight. i’ve been doing single leg stands #i just was in so much pain yesterday that i had to walk stupidly and now my knee thinks this is what we’re doing and i’m so fucking sick #of it. i CAN’T go backwards in my recovery that’s so embarrassing. i didn’t get discharged from physio. i have a review in the new year #and if i go in there limping she’s going to be like ‘what the hell happened’ and i don’t think ‘i fell on my ass’ is a good answer. :(#i am going to do squats and single leg stands and vmo exercises today. and massage the back of my knee and thigh with a tennis ball #tomorrow when my butt hurts even less i’ll get back to calf stretches. i’d do it now but i prefer to do them seated on the ground #and that straight up isn’t an option atm #personal

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joonie-beanie · 8 months

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Doctor's Orders | [Wriothesley x Reader]

Summary: “Simply put, the Duke needs to have sexual intercourse to relieve his tension. After watching the two of you and seeing you interact on both physical and intellectual levels, I determined that you would be ideal partners for each other. So, I invited the both of you to partake in an aphrodisiac made from the herbs you gathered for me.” In which a simple tea time turns heated, and you get caught up in the consequence of Wriothesley not listening to his doctor. Content: Smut, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Aphrodisiacs, fem!reader Word Count: 7.9k

Sigewinne is evil.

You would have never suspected that such a tiny, cute body could contain so much malevolence. (Although, Sigewinne would personally argue that you’re confused, and that the word you’re looking for is actually benevolence. But, you digress.)

It all starts a few weeks into your employment at the Fortress of Meropide.

You’d spotted a job listing for a “personal assistant” in passing one day, and had immediately become interested thanks to the very generous salary listed on the paper. Seeing the job was located in Fontaine’s unofficial prison had, of course, caused you to have some second thoughts about applying, but at the end of the day, money is money.

Which is how you’d found yourself down on the ocean floor, waiting with a few other candidates outside the Duke’s office.

You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t nervous—waiting there to meet the head honcho of the prison. That when he stepped out to call you inside for your interview—all tall and beefy and scarred—your heart didn’t nervously flutter inside your chest.

…but to your surprise, he’s actually much softer than he appears.

“So,” he says, sitting down across from you at his desk. He folds his arms and smiles at you. “Why should I hire you? ”

Having been through this process before, you had immediately rattled off your qualifications and experiences. A few of which Wriothesley had proceeded to comment on and inquire about further. But it wasn’t until he asked—

“What benefit will I receive from picking you specifically?”

And you’d responded with—

“Errand girl.”

“What?”

“I can run errands for you. I’m sure the guards can be slow, going back and forth. But if you’re my direct employer, I can do whatever you want. Drop documents off, check in on things…pick up more tea.”

—that Wriothesley finally makes up his mind.

“Hmm. Very convincing.”

The next day, you receive a letter with the terms of your employment, and your official start date.

So, since then, you’ve been working for Wriothesley. Which is actually kind of…nice.

Your job mostly consists of going back and forth between the prison and the surface, so that Wriothesley can stay in the Fortress and better monitor his domain. The autonomy the job grants you is very rewarding, and in the same breath, Wriothesley also feels rewarded by how you take care of things without him needing to ask more than once.

Safe to say, the two of you get along.

…which Sigewinne notices.

You, of course, meet Sigewinne on your first day. Wriothesley makes a point of introducing you and showing you where the nurse’s office is located, in case you get hurt, or need to drop something off.

The human-like melusine enthusiastically welcomes you, and, at first, you see her as…someone sweet, and caring. A treasure of the prison.

However, over time, your opinion of her slowly starts to change.

Because she keeps looking at you. Specifically, whenever you’re standing next to Wriothesley.

“Why is she doing that?” you ask him one day, nudging him gently with your elbow. He immediately looks up from his meal, over to where Sigewinne is waiting in the lunch line, her pink eyes boring into you.

“She’s probably just double checking that you’re healthy,” Wriothesley responds, paying her no mind. “I often catch her staring at me, too. You must be growing on her.”

Despite his reassuring words, you can’t help but feel a little…put off…by the look in her eyes. Like she’s plotting something.

The second weird thing you notice is when you walk into the infirmary to drop off some herbs she’d asked for, and find her drawing. At first, you assume she’s doodling, since she seems kid-like a lot of the time.

But instead, when you lean over her shoulder and look, you see that she’s writing words. A big, black “DO NOT DISTURB”...with pink hearts and a few flowers drawn around it.

“What’s that for?” you ask her, forcing a smile.

“Oh! It’s just for a project I’m working on,” she responds, swiveling in her chair to face you. She happily kicks her feet, her eyes darting to the herbs you’re carrying with you.

“Ah, are those what I asked for? Thank you!”

You hand her the small bundle of dried flowers and grasses, watching as she immediately turns and places them on her desk next to some string, and cheesecloth.

“You’re welcome,” you respond, taking a small step backwards. “If that’s all, I’ll keep working on the rest of the tasks on my list—”

“Wait,” she says, grabbing your wrist. You instantly freeze, your eyes going wide as you turn back to face her. There’s a serious look on her face.

“How do you feel about Wriothesley?”

Her question makes your heart skip—heat rising on your skin.

“What?”

She doesn’t bother elaborating or giving you context, just waits for you to respond. You cough a little, feeling awkward, and wondering what kind of answer she’s looking for.

“Well…I mean. I think he’s a good boss. He’s friendly, and devoted to his job. He runs the prison well.”

Sigewinne nods, but doesn’t comment. Just keeps…staring.

Feeling pressured, you force yourself to think of more to say.

“Um…he’s deserving of his title and the respect he garners. I…enjoy speaking with him? Like when he invites me to partake in tea breaks. I dunno…he just kinda reminds me of a big, fluffy puppy. He looks scary but he’s actually pretty…cute, y’know?”

Finally, Sigewinne smiles. She takes your hand in her tiny ones, giving it a squeeze.

“Thank you for answering my question. You can go now.”

You blink at her dumbly, but nonetheless excuse yourself from the room.

Two days later, Wriothesley invites you to his office for tea. And to your surprise, when you walk in, you find Sigewinne waiting there as well.

“Thank you for coming!” she says as you enter the room. You flash her a smile, taking a seat in one of the open chairs around the table.

“Of course!”

“Sigewinne has a tea she wants us both to try,” Wriothesley explains, a fond look in his eyes as he watches the resident nurse flit around—pouring hot water into the teacups that have been set out.

You nod.

“I see.”

“Although, I don’t know why you won’t just steep the tea in the pot,” Wriothesley complains to her, just as Sigewinne places individual tea bags in each cup. “Are we not all being served the same tea?”

She cutely huffs.

“For your information, no we are not. Your and Y/N’s tea is unique.”

“Oh?” Wriothesley leans forward to look into the teacups as the colors from the herbs begin to bleed into the water. “What’s so unique about it?”

“You’ll see,” she responds with a playful look, one that causes Wriothesley to amusedly raise his eyebrows. However, he doesn’t say anything more—simply waiting for the tea to appropriately steep.

“...are you using the herbs I brought you?”

You can’t help but notice the smell wafting from the cup in front of you is a little familiar. Sigewinne nods.

“Wow! I’m surprised you noticed.”

“Ah, so this must be the reason you wanted me to lend you Y/N for a task the other day,” Wriothesley chimes in, his icy blue eyes once again shifting to Sigewinne.

“Do I get to know what herbs you requested Y/N to bring you, exactly?”

The resident nurse shakes her head, quietly laughing when Wriothesley sighs and deflates back into his chair.

“It’s meant to be a surprise! I want to see what you think about the taste without knowing the ingredients.”

“I suppose that’s fair.”

Folding your hands on your lap, the office descends into silence for a brief moment, the three of you intently watching the teacups in front of you. Then, Sigewinne finally claps her hands and declares—

“Okay, they’ve steeped long enough. Go ahead!”

“Finally,” Wriothesley happily mumbles, reaching forward to pick up the pristine little plate on which his cup of tea resides. He brings the cup to his nose, inhaling deeply, and then takes a tentative sip.

“Hmm…”

He frowns, his brows pinching as he tries to discern the flavors he’s tasting.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you take a sip from your own cup—wincing as the hot liquid accidentally burns your tongue.

“So?” Sigewinne prompts, staring excitedly between the two of you.

“It’s…pleasant,” you respond, clearly not as big of a tea connoisseur as the Duke. “It has a hint of sweetness.”

“It tastes like a Rainbow Rose smells,” Wriothesley adds, taking another sip. His gaze slides to you. “Did you pick some for her?”

You shake your head.

“No, I didn’t. Or…at least I didn’t pick any fresh ones. I did go to a vendor and purchase something in a bottle that looked like crushed, pink dust.”

Sigewinne cutely laughs.

“As expected of you, Your Grace. Yes, one of the ingredients is dried Rainbow Rose petals. Do you like it?”

Wriothesley makes a pleased sound.

“I do. The taste is light, but pleasant—like Y/N said.”

“Good! I want both of you to drink up.”

Sigewinne finally picks up her own tea, and you can’t help but notice the difference in color when compared to yours and Wriothesley’s. She really is drinking something different…but why?

“Aye aye, captain,” Wriothesley responds, which makes Sigewinne laugh. You smile at the cute interaction between them, and have some more of your tea as well.

Together, the three of you engage in friendly conversation—catching up about recent topics while indulging in tea and a few different snacks that Wriothesley had pulled out for the occasion. As you drink, you can’t help but notice you feel…warm. A heat that spreads out from your stomach, and slowly creeps into your limbs.

You’ve never felt this way before but…maybe the tea is just extra hot today?

You glance up to Wriothesley and notice that he’s a little flushed as well. Which is…reassuring? You think. Since you’re obviously not the only one affected.

“Oh! Y/N!”

Sigewinne’s sudden call of your name draws you from your thoughts, and you look over at her. She smiles.

“I forgot to ask, but are you dating anyone?”

“Sigewinne,” Wriothesley gently scolds. He leans forward and sets his teacup on the table, the cup now empty.

His tone practically says “It’s not appropriate to ask questions like that” without actually saying it. Sigewinne pouts.

“Aww, c’mon. We’re all friends here! I wouldn’t ask otherwise.”

Hearing that the melusine considers you to be a friend, you decide to grace her with an answer—ignoring the tingling of the taste buds on your tongue.

“No, I am not seeing anyone,” you inform her with a polite smile. Sigewinne nods happily at your answer, which makes your smile waver.

Is she happy you’re single?? Ouch.

“Okay, good,” she says. “I’d feel a little bad, otherwise.”

You blink in confusion at her words, watching her as she pops off her chair and heads towards the door. Wriothesley raises an eyebrow at her.

There’s sweat beading on his brow.

“Where are you going?”

“Away,” she responds. “To give you two some privacy.”

You and Wriothesley glance at each other, mirroring each other’s confusion.

Your tummy starts to ache.

“Why are you leaving us alone, exactly?”

Stopping just in front of the office doors, Sigewinne turns on her heel to face the two of you. There’s a smug grin on her face.

“This is what happens when you don’t follow doctor’s orders.”

You frown, raising a hand to your chest, wondering why your heart is suddenly racing.

What’s this about doctor’s orders?

You glance over at Wriothesley…only to see that he’s frozen in shock—his eyes wide with realization.

His pants feel too tight.

“Sigewinne, you did not—”

There’s an edge to his voice when he speaks, his eyes narrowing. He plants his feet on the floor and prepares to stand and confront her, but before he can blink, Sigewinne has drawn her pistol—a tranquilizing bullet hitting him square in the chest, where a little patch of skin is showing.

He makes a noise of surprise, and quickly flops back into his chair to avoid falling on the floor—his limbs immediately going numb.

“Sigewinne!” you gasp. You’re not sure what’s going on, but the fact that she’d just shot Wriothesley is…

“It’s okay,” she says with a little sigh. “The effect will wear off in a few minutes. And…I’m sorry I scared you. Let me explain…”

She holsters her gun and smiles at you, trying to calm you down.

“As the nurse of the Fortress of Meropide, it is my duty to look after all residents, including Your Grace. And over the last few months, I’ve noticed him becoming more… irritable.”

“Sigewinne…,” Wriothesley mumbles, but the girl waves him off.

“After observing him for a while, I realized that his stress levels were getting high. And as his doctor, I recommended him a way to manage his stress, but he refused. He insisted tea was enough to soothe his nerves, but that’s simply not true. So…when you started working here, and I saw how well the two of you were getting along, I…got an idea.”

Sigewinne glances over at Wriothesley, noticing how he’s begun to shift his boots against the floor.

Her tranquilizers won’t be in effect much longer. They never work as well on people Wriothesley’s size…

So, she decides to cut to the chase.

Reaching into her pocket, Sigewinne pulls out the DO NOT DISTURB sign you’d seen her making the other day. She holds it in front of her, and beams at you.

“Simply put, the Duke needs to have sexual intercourse to relieve his tension. After watching the two of you and seeing you interact on both physical and intellectual levels, I determined that you would be ideal partners for each other. So, I invited the both of you to partake in an aphrodisiac made from the herbs you gathered for me.”

“You…you drugged us?” you gape, completely thrown by everything she’s just told you. She immediately gets defensive, her cheeks puffing.

“I medicated you,” she corrects. “And in the end, I’m only acting as a doctor. This all could have been avoided if Your Grace had just taken care of his own needs, as I’d insisted. Since he didn’t, I could only logically assume it's because it’s his preference to have a partner, rather than going at it solo. So, if you want to blame anyone for this, please blame him.”

“Sigewinne—”

Gripping the arms of his chair, Wriothesley breathes out a heavy sigh and begins to push himself up. You can’t help but notice his face is much redder now, and you’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment, the effects of the drugs, or both.

Seeing that Wriothesley has nearly regained his strength, Sigewinne hurries to exit his office.

“Anyway! The effects of the tea should wear off in a few hours, but only if you relieve yourselves. Otherwise, it will last much longer. So I suggest you let loose and indulge yourselves. You like each other! Enjoy this time!”

Wriothesley opens his mouth to say something, but his words catch in his throat the second Sigewinne opens his office door. He doesn’t want anyone outside of his office walls to hear him or know what’s going on.

“I’ll hang this sign on the door,” Sigewinne continues, her voice hushing. “So no one comes in while you two are…busy. Just remove it once you’re done, okay? Have fun!”

With a supportive little fist pump, Sigewinne then closes the door, leaving you and Wriothesley alone.

A few long beats of silence pass, then Wriothesley finally sighs.

"I…apologize for this. I never meant for you to get roped in."

You turn to look at him, only to find that he's standing with his back to you, his hand raising to rub at the back of his head.

You can see his muscles flexing as he does so, and you hate to admit that it causes the heat inside you to grow.

"It's…not your fault," you respond, laughing a little awkwardly. "I doubt it's easy to follow directions when your doctor tells you to jack off to rectify your hardass-ness."

Wriothesley glances at you over his shoulder.

"Have I been acting like a hardass?"

"You've been a little snippy at times," you tell him, smoothing your sweaty palms down your legs. Seriously, your clothes are starting to make you feel claustrophobic…

"Not to me, specifically. But I've noticed it towards some of the prison residents."

"Shit," he sighs, rubbing his temples. You continue to watch him, your eyes wandering the expanse of his back. For a second, you don't understand why he won't face you. Then it clicks.

"...are you…hard? Is that why you're not turning around?"

"It's…pretty bad," Wriothesley admits, his shoulder sagging in defeat. "I don't know what all was in that tea but…as an aphrodisiac, it's doing its job."

"Yeah…," you agree, swallowing heavily. You can feel wet arousal pooling on the fabric of your panties. His office has also started to feel like a sauna, but you're not sure if it's the air that's hot, or your body.

However, you're still not willing to breach the topic of "relief" with him. You haven't reached that level of desperation…yet .

So, you think of something else to carry the conversation in the meantime.

"So…Sigewinne said you like me?"

"Ah, you caught that."

He laughs a little, and begins pacing around the room, still careful to keep his back to you. You can't help but notice his stride is a little…impeded.

"If I'm being frank—yes, I do. You've been…a pleasure to have around, since I hired you. Actually, one of the reasons I picked you in the first place was because of how you acted during your interview. Most people are scared of me and therefore talk cautiously. You're certainly respectful, of course, but…you're a bit playful, as well. And I found that quality to be attractive."

"Ah, so I charmed you," you respond playfully. "Remind me to add that point to my resume later. "Managed to woo the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide". That sounds pretty good—"

"And there you go again," Wriothesley laughs. He steps behind the chair he'd been sitting in previously, and then finally turns to face you—the back of the chair tall enough that his lower half is out of sight.

"Although, if I recall her words correctly, Sigewinne stated that we "like each other". So, is there something you'd like to say as well?"

Your eyes go wide, and you feel more blood rush into your head. Wriothesley smiles, wide enough to show teeth.

"C’mon now. It's not fair that I praise you and get nothing in return."

You pout.

"To be fair, I didn't know why Sigewinne suddenly asked me what I thought of you…"

"That’s understandable, but still. I'd like to know what you told her."

Wriothesley maintains his playful demeanor, despite the way his knuckles begin to turn white at his sides—a deep-seated need slowly sinking its claws into him.

You sigh.

"I just…told her that you're a good boss, and are deserving of your titles and the respect you garner…"

You trail off, suddenly remembering the last thing you'd told Sigewinne during that conversation. Wriothesley clearly notices there's something you're leaving out, one of his eyebrows raising.

"And?"

You take a deep breath.

"That you're a cute puppy."

He blinks in shock.

"...excuse me?"

Oh god, you wanna phase through the floor.

"I said that even though you look scary, you're really just like a big…cute…puppy."

For a moment, Wriothesley can only stare at you. Then, he throws his head back and laughs.

Embarrassed, you plant your palms on your thighs and push to your feet, instinctively wanting to run away…only to realize that your legs have gone weak.

With a distraught noise, you flop back into your chair.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wriothesley notices.

He coughs, pulling himself back together.

"Well, I've certainly never heard myself described in such a way before. I can't say I totally hate it, but I'm not sure if I agree with the term "puppy"."

You force an awkward laugh, finally losing steam as the arousal inside you begins to cloud your thoughts. Sigewinne obviously wasn't messing around when making her aphrodisiac…you've never felt so horny before that it has literally hindered your mental and physical faculties.

The office is silent for a few tense moments, but finally, Wriothesley heaves a heavy sigh. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, his shoulders slumping as he hangs his head.

"You may revoke your good opinion of me, considering how inappropriate it is for a boss to even consider such a thing, but…I think my dick is gonna explode soon, so I'll just come out and ask."

You swallow, anticipating his next words.

"Would you be…interested in having sex?"

Your body shivers in excitement at the idea, the lustful part of your brain screaming at you to jump him already.

"I…would," you admit, managing to keep it together. Wriothesley's entire body jolts impatiently at your words, but he’s able to keep himself grounded.

"I don't think I'll be able to survive…this without some relief. And…I trust you. So…"

"So we're in agreement," Wrioslethely supplies, waiting for your confirmation. You nod your head.

"We are."

In the next beat, he's is crossing the space between you, a "thank god" barely making it past his lips before he crashes them into yours.

Immediately, you’re groaning into him—your arms wrapping around his neck and his hands finding the backs of your thighs. He lifts you from your chair easily—your chests pressing together as he holds you close.

You’ve always been acutely aware of how large Wriothesley is, but you don’t think it fully sinks in until now—as he manhandles you with ease, quite literally carrying you with one arm as the other sneaks beneath your shirt and tugs it over your head.

You’re forced to break the kiss as he does so, but the second the fabric has been discarded, you’re tangling your fingers in his hair and dragging him in for another.

Your action evokes a pleased little rumble inside his chest.

“You taste sweet,” he mumbles, his palm roaming over the exposed skin of your back. The warmth of his skin against yours makes you ache.

“It’s probably the aphrodisiac,” you reply breathlessly, a shiver raking your spine when you feel his fingers toy at the waistband of your pants.

“Hmm, shall we posit your theory?”

Before you can even think to ask what he means, the room is spinning—too many things happening at once. However, it’s nearly impossible to miss the feel of your pants being shucked down your legs.

When everything settles, you find that you’re no longer chest to chest with Wriothesley, but rather, face to dick.

“Wh—”

Your cheeks heat up as you finally digest the position he’s put you in—your ass in his face, and his crotch in yours—his body now firmly planted in a chair as he spreads his thighs and makes himself comfortable.

“Wriothesley!” you say in shock, your palms gripping his legs for support as you attempt to turn and face him. However, you quickly realize with the position he has chosen, you’re fairly helpless to do anything—completely at his mercy as he locks his arms around your legs and grips your ass in his hands.

“Hm?” he responds nonchalantly, one of his fingers slipping under the edge of your panties. You shift a little, trying to glare at him, but only succeed in having his clothed dick poke you in the cheek. He tenses at the sensation, and you feel his cock strain helplessly against the fabric of his pants—begging for more friction.

“I’m just testing your theory, like I said,” he continues, a surprised mewl tearing from your throat as he leans his head forward and nuzzles his nose in the damp fabric of your panties.

“If you think it’s the aphrodisiac making you sweet, let’s see if it’s also having that effect elsewhere—”

Before you can protest, Wriothesley is tugging the crotch of your underwear aside—his tongue licking a hot, languid strip between your folds. You gasp at the feeling, your nails digging into his thighs through the layer of clothes that he wears.

Above you, the Duke makes a pleased sound, repeating his previous action—noting the way your body writhes against his hold. His fingers grip your ass tighter, his brows furrowing as he presses his tongue inside your entrance—your arousal quickly coating his taste buds.

“Yep,” he mutters after a moment, his voice tight and his throat bobbing as he harshly swallows. “You taste…addicting.”

His words have your cunt squeezing around nothing, although he quickly dives back in and rectifies that problem—stretching your walls out around his tongue.

“Fuck…,” you pant, your head dropping as your strength wanes. Your muscles progressively start to feel like jelly, thanks to his ministrations. Especially, when he moves his mouth to your clit and begins rolling his tongue around it—a whine escaping you as the desire inside of you sears white hot.

And yet, despite the way Wriothesley presses on—groaning into your pussy as he eats you out—you’d be remiss to forget about the fact that he’s currently affected by the aphrodisiac as well, and has his own needs that need to be taken care of.

So, gathering what strength you have, you manage to push yourself up onto your forearms—your hands moving to the waistband of his pants. You frantically work open the button and zipper of his slacks, and then hook your fingers under the elastic of his underwear, tugging the band down.

…only to have his freed cock immediately spring up and smack you in the face.

Your eyes go wide, and in normal circumstances, you’d expect Wriothesley to laugh at the comedy of what has just occurred. However, too immersed in the way your cunt tastes and feels, and the way your body continues to twitch in his hold, he doesn’t even notice. And, too amazed by the sheer size of Wriothesley’s dick as you finally lean your head back and get a good look at him, you don’t bother saying anything.

No, instead you simply part your lips and take the head of his cock into your mouth—sucking lightly, your tongue teasing at his slit. The groan that’s immediately torn from his throat is involuntary—the sound becoming muffled by your pussy as he momentarily stops to savor the feeling of your mouth on his dick—your tongue flattening on the underside of his shaft as you slowly take more of him into your mouth.

Then, he goes back to eating you out with renewed fervor—your eyes nearly rolling back into your skull when he sucks at your clit.

The room quickly fills with the sound of sloppy and messy oral, your head bobbing up and down Wriothesley’s cock. Saliva drips down his length, his pre-cum smearing against your tongue, and you can’t help but moan.

Everything feels so good—from Wriothesley’s tongue on your cunt, to the way his cock fills up your mouth…

“Fuck,” Wriothesley growls. His fingers move to pull at the folds of your pussy, spreading you open wider. You can feel his hot breath on your skin as he moves his mouth back to your clit, where he then stays—his tongue flicking rhythmically against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The pace and motion he settles on is one that you know will very quickly damn you, and he figures this out as well based on the way your thighs begin to shake in his grasp. Your body attempts to jolt away from him—trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure he intends to give—but he leaves no wiggle room. He holds you tighter, enjoying the feeling of your mouth on his cock, and how your efforts slowly start to crumble along with your sanity.

“I…,” you mumble the word around dick, trying to warn him of the orgasm you can feel quickly approaching. Your entire body swims with arousal, your head feeling light.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” he pants. “Let’s cum together.”

You feel his cock throb against your tongue, and, dutifully, you do your best to continue sucking him off—your lips once again suctioning around his shaft. Your actions immediately evoke a pleased groan from the Duke, and you feel his thighs tense in your grasp—his own orgasm quickly approaching.

However, despite your best efforts to continue, everything falls apart the second your climax finally crests.

With a cry, you come undone—your body writhing in his hold. You go brainless almost immediately, the strength in your arms wavering, and Wriothesley’s cock stuffing into your cheek—your hot breath fanning over his length.

Luckily, the vulgarity of the entire situation is enough to push Wriothesley over the finish line—his dick painting the inside of your mouth with his cum. And to his surprise, once he’s spent, you actually pull your head back, close your lips, and swallow.

Shit, he thinks.

His dick is just starting to soften, and yet somehow, it’s also already getting hard again.

There’s a few beats of quiet that are filled only with the sound of you and Wriothesley panting. Then, once he’s caught his breath, he says—

“Let’s get you right side up.”

—and the world spins again.

Honestly, the fact that he can manhandle you this easily is criminal.

“You okay?” he asks, sitting you on one of his thighs. He brushes a few stray hairs from your face, staring at you with a hint of concern.

You nod your head, grateful that the carnal desire you’ve been afflicted with is clearly less, now that you and Wriothesley have both gotten off. But…even despite that, you still feel hot and tingly. Like you want more.

You glance down at his lap.

“Mmm. Seems like you’re in the same predicament as me.”

“Think you can handle another round?” he asks. You meet his eyes, playfully raising your eyebrows.

“I’m almost tempted to say no, and see what you do.”

Wriothesley rolls his eyes, his hands grabbing your waist, and in the next moment, you find yourself slung over his shoulder.

“Hey—!” you protest, attempting to look at him, but he only caresses your ass with his free hand.

“If you have that much spunk left in you, you can handle another round,” he says, carrying you down the nearby staircase, to the floor below his office. “But, I’ll be kind this time and make you more comfortable.”

His boots echo against the metal floor as he walks, and for a second, you wonder where exactly he’s taking you. But, soon after, Wriothesley pushes through a nearby door, and you find yourself in a moderately sized bedroom.

It must be his, you realize, feeling a little silly that you’d never pondered before now where the Master of the prison actually sleeps.

“Here we are.”

Wriothesley gently deposits you onto his bed, and then immediately reaches for his tie. You watch him with bated breath, your heart doing a tiny flip as you realize that he’s finally stripping out of his clothes. He opts to leave on the leather belts encircling his arms and neck, instead focusing the bulk of his time on shedding his suit, and undoing the many buckles on his boots.

By the time he’s finished—his erect cock once again sitting heavy between his legs—you’re practically drooling at the sight of him.

His lips twitch into a little smile.

“I’m happy to know that you like what you see. However, in the time I spent undressing myself, you couldn’t be bothered to remove what little clothing you have left? C’mon now, are you waiting for me to wrestle you out of them?”

Still feeling cheeky, you flash him a grin.

“Hm, I’d like to see you try.”

Wriothesley immediately cocks an eyebrow, his eyes glinting at the challenge you’ve just issued, and your attitude wavers, realizing what it is you’ve done. You open your mouth to say you’re only teasing—your hands already raising behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra—but it’s too late.

In one swift motion, Wriothesley grabs your ankle and twists you onto your stomach—his weight settling above you as he kneels onto the bed. You shiver when his knuckles brush against your skin—his fingers swiftly undoing your bra.

“You’re just a little brat, aren’t you…”

He speaks the words fondly, with a hint of amusement, and yet, they still go straight to your cunt.

“Don’t say things like that,” you respond, instinctively raising your hips when Wriothesley hooks his fingers on your underwear and begins tugging them down your thighs. He stares intently at your backside as he does so, an idea popping into his mind.

“Why? Because you like it too much?”

He discards your panties on the floor along with the rest of the clothes you’d both shed, and then grabs your knees, forcing you to spread your legs, so he can properly settle between them.

Another blush rises on your face at his words, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. At your lack of response, Wriothesely continues.

“In my understanding, brats tend to like it a little rougher, so…”

His hands ghost up your thighs, to your hips, and he grips you tightly—forcing your lower half off the bed until you’re propped up on your knees—his cock sitting heavy against your ass.

“...what say we continue like this, hm?”

Bracing yourself on your forearms, you turn your head back to look at him—your body tensing as you watch him fist his cock and drag it downward, between the lips of your pussy.

His icy eyes catch yours.

“Any objection?”

“...no,” you mumble, your fingers anticipatedly fisting in the sheets.

Wriothesley nods—

“Good.”

—and then presses the head of his cock inside you.

Immediately, you drop your forehead against the mattress—willing your body to relax for him as he slowly inches inside of you.

His tongue had certainly been enjoyable, but this? Fuck. Nothing compares to the sensation of him slowly stuffing you inch by inch—the girth of his cock positively delicious as he forces your cunt to stretch to accommodate him.

It’s so much that by the time he’s fully seated inside of you, your body is shaking—your breath coming out in quick, desperately little pants.

Seeing your reaction, Wriothesely soothes a hand up your spine, his warm palm settling between your shoulder blades. He decides to start slow—to give you a little more time to adjust to him.

And honestly, he’d love to take his time in general—to really savor the sight of you beneath him, your cunt swallowing his cock so perfectly, but alas. The effects of the aphrodisiac make him impatient with need, and it’s not long before he’s moving faster—little gasps and whines finding their way past your lips as he begins fucking you back onto his cock.

“Ahh…seriously you’re…so fucking tight,” he curses. His fingers dig into the plush of your hip—his jaw clenching, and his racing heart pumping lust through his veins.

Your cunt clamping on his dick seriously might be his personal slice of heaven.

“Wrio, I—,” you can’t even get the words out, your brain short-circuiting. You can’t think straight anymore—not with his cock rubbing you in all the right spots, making a mess of your insides, and quickly rocketing you towards another—

Wait, no, it’s only been a minute—!

“Fuck! ”

You choke the word out, your spine curving and your knuckles turning white as your second orgasm of the night is unexpectedly forced out of you—your pussy spasming around Wriothesley’s dick.

The last of your strength officially drained, you collapse forward onto the mattress, your cheek smushing into the covers.

…however, Wriothesley doesn’t allow your lower half to fall along with the rest of you—his hold on your hips keeping your twitching pussy firmly planted on his still-hard dick.

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart,” he reminds you, his cock continuing to languidly drag between your walls, drawing out the tail end of your pleasure.

You can’t help but whimper at his words, already feeling a bit oversensitive thanks to two consecutive orgasms. Wriothesley does his best to soothe your frayed nerves.

Leaning over you, he gently tangles his fist in your hair—coaxing your head off the mattress so he can kiss you.

The kiss is messy, but sweet—the angle of your bodies forcing his cock deeper inside of you, his hips completely flush against your ass.

“You’re doing so good,” he tells you, peppering a trail of kisses against your cheek, and across your jaw. His praise causes you to whimper, a shiver raking up your spine when his tongue drags across your skin—his teeth nipping at the nape of your neck.

His actions successfully get you to relax—your body becoming more pliable in his grasp as he once again begins to move. And soon enough, the wet sound of sex fills his bedroom once more.

Wanting to help him cum (and to feel his seed fill you), you do your best to help Wriothesley along—purposefully flexing the walls of your pussy as he fucks you. However, in doing so, you accidentally start yourself down the path of yet another orgasm…

Feeling the familiar, aching pleasure beginning to build inside of you once again, you quickly stop what you’re doing. You think that a third orgasm honestly might kill you, but…it’s too late.

Wriothesley has already noticed your growing arousal, and decides that he likes it better when the two of you cum together.

So, he sneaks one of his hands between the apex of your legs, and begins rubbing at your clit.

The garbled, desperate cry that leaves your mouth immediately becomes seared in his mind for a long time to come.

“No, Wrio, I…I can’t. I—”

Your words come out jumbled, tears beading on your lash line.

Momentarily removing his hand from your clit, he once again reaches forward and grips your hair—pulling your head back so he can kiss you. His lips swallow up your worries.

“You can,” he insists, his voice whispering in your ear, and his hot breath fanning over your skin.

“I want you to cum with me, pretty girl. You can do it.”

You give no protest aside from a cute little whine, and that's good enough for Wriothesley.

Releasing your hair, his hand finds your clit once more.

He then proceeds to fuck you into the mattress—pursuing his orgasm with abandon. A groan leaves his mouth at the way your pussy starts clamping on his dick once again—tightening up with each pass of his fingers across your clit—your pussy slick and messy with your own arousal.

Unable to think straight, you can only hold on for dear life—clinging to his sheets like a lifeline. You can’t even process the sounds that are coming out of your own mouth—a damned, desperate symphony moans.

To Wriothesley, it all sounds like a siren's cry—beckoning him closer to the edge.

“Shit,” he pants, feeling his cock throb, and his balls tighten. The motion of his fingers on your clit quickens—your toes curling as the coil of pleasure in your tummy continues to wind—so close to snapping.

Sweat beading on his brow, Wriothesley leans forward, curling his body against yours. His teeth nip at the shell of your ear, his husky voice sending goosebumps across your skin.

“So good for me…,” he breathes, his hips smacking into your ass. His broad strokes deteriorate into needy rutting, and the sensation has you quite literally sobbing—his cock now incessantly grinding into your g-spot.

You can’t take it anymore.

Shoving your face into the mattress, you bite the sheets and scream—your entire body shaking as you cum for a third time, your cunt milking around Wriothesley’s cock.

He curses at the feeling, his face burying in your neck. Wrapping his arms around you, he hugs you to his body—fucking inside of you a few more times before finally joining you in ecstasy.

His teeth sink into you as his orgasms peaks, a heady groan muffled against your skin as his balls empty—pumping you full of his cum.

It’s not until the intensity of his pleasure has died down that Wriothesley ultimately releases you from his hold—your lower half immediately flopping down onto the bed, and his softening cock slipping out of you.

The Duke takes a moment to simply look at you, and how fucked out you are. Your eyes bleary, skin flushed, and the imprint of his teeth engraved in your flesh.

He grunts at the sight, and settles in beside you—his arm curling around your waist as he tugs you back against him. His tongue immediately begins lapping at the bite mark he’d inflicted, attempting to soothe the sting.

After a few seconds, you begin shaking, and Wriothesley immediately pauses, scared that he’s hurt you in some way.

…only to realize that you’re laughing.

“...puppy…”

He props himself up, glancing at you.

“What?”

“You really are like a puppy,” you giggle, your finger lifting to brush a stray tear from your eye. “The way you bit me, and then immediately started licking at it in apology. So cute…”

You break into another tiny fit of laughter, and Wriothesley rolls his eyes, yet can’t help cracking a smile.

“Well, I’m glad to know I didn’t break you, at the very least.”

His hand rubs against your waist.

“...right?”

Finally getting ahold of yourself, you roll onto your back and smile at him, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek. He immediately leans into your touch, and it makes your heart flutter.

“I’m not broken, no. Just…sore. And gross. And sweaty.”

Wriothesley chuckles.

“Well, I think I can rectify some of those issues. I do have a bathroom, with a tub.”

“Wow,” you respond, watching him as he scoots to the edge of the mattress and gets to his feet. He waits a second for you to join him, but you don’t move.

“My…limbs feel like jello,” you admit, raising your arm and flopping it back down bonelessly for emphasis. Wriothesley rolls his eyes, but nonetheless leans over the bed and scoops you into his arms.

You rest your cheek against his chest, admiring for the first time how soft it really is.

“Whatever shall I do with you,” he playfully sighs, carrying you into the adjacent bathroom. He sets you on the vanity, moving over to the tub and turning on the tap for the hot water. You hum.

“Mmm, I can think of a few things you can do. The first of which is helping me into the bath once it’s ready.”

Wriothesley quietly chuckles. Returning to your side, he takes your hand, and brings it to his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Once the tub has filled, the Duke keeps true to his word—once again carefully cradling you in his arms as he seats himself in the tub basin, before positioning you in the space between his legs.

The steaming water immediately soothes the ache of your body, and you sigh in relief—sinking back against Wriothesley’s body. He lightly wraps one arm around your waist, the other resting on the edge of the tub.

For a few long minutes, the two of you bask in silence, simply enjoying the refreshing feel of the bath.

…then, you start to notice something beginning to grow—pressing at your back.

“...really? Is the aphrodisiac still getting to you that much?”

“No,” he admits after a beat, leaning forward to kiss your neck. “I think this one is actually all me.”

You roll your eyes, but nonetheless crane your head to the side—allowing him access to more of your skin as his mouth begins to wander.

“I thought I made it clear that my limbs are jello right now.”

“I can work with that,” he responds, and you feel him grin. His hand slowly trails down your stomach, and between your legs.

“I’ll do all the work. You just get to make pretty sounds and feel good.”

His fingers slide between the folds of your pussy, and you jolt as he passes over your overly-sensitive clit. But seriously…how are you going to say no to him?

“What am I going to do with you?” you sigh, echoing his earlier words. His chest rumbles with laughter, and he grabs your chin with his free hand—turning your head so he can kiss you.

“Mmm, I can think of a few things.”

The next morning, you find yourself in a back in your clothes, standing beside Wriothesley just inside his office door.

“I’ll go first,” you say, to which he nods. “I have some errands to run anyway. You can wait a minute and then come out after me.”

“Sounds good.”

The two of you stare at each other for a second, before you finally square your shoulders, and reach for the door handle.

Before you can twist it, Wriothesley catches your wrist. When you look back at him, you find that there’s a blush on his cheeks.

“So, I’ll…see you later?”

His suddenly bashful demeanor causes you to smile. Pressing onto your toes, you cup his cheeks and softly kiss him. He immediately grabs your waist—deepening the kiss.

“You’ll see me later,” you promise.

With that, the two of you finally separate, and you disappear through his office door.

Wriothesley takes a deep breath at your departure, combing a hand through his hair as he waits for the right moment to make his own exit.

To be safe, he decides to wait a good few minutes. But finally, he opens his door—preparing to venture into the main area of the fortress, and make his normal rounds.

…however, he only makes it a step before remembering the sign Sigewinne had made.

With a sigh, he immediately backtracks and tears the DO NOT DISTURB sign off of his door, crumpling it between his palms.

When he turns back around, he nearly jumps—Sigewinne standing right in front of him.

“So,” she says, a pleased grin on her face. “How’d it go?”

Narrowing his eyes, Wriothesley only stares ahead, and walks past her. She easily follows after him.

“The fact that you’re out and about this early in the day means something likely happened between you and Y/N.”

“No comment,” Wriothesley responds, which makes Sigewinne giggle. They pass by a few prisoners as Wriothesley makes a B-line for the elevator to the production zone. Once there, Sigewinne squeezes herself in along with him.

As the elevator begins to descend, only a few seconds pass in silence, before Sigewinne asks one last question.

“As your doctor, it’s my recommendation that you continue to regularly relieve your stress. So, are you going to be dutifully carrying out my orders from now on?”

Wriothesley makes a little face, glancing away from her.

“...maybe.”

Sigewinne smiles.

That’s good enough for her.

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