screenshot of a fic in progress that says:
Just grit your teeth and do as you're told.
That's the only order now that Nicholas seems to have trouble following.
Not because he hasn't been broken in enough. But because he has been broken thoroughly.
He can no longer keep his mouth shut, not when the cock spearing into him from behind keeps that relentless pace. Not when the unforgiving thrusts punch the air out of him, sending pathetic, whorish sounds flying out of his slack lips.
Liv, Nicholas thinks hazily. This...this is...for Liv...
For Liv?
A niggling sense of unease crawls its way up his spine.
This feels far too good to be for Livio.
a tiny nsfw #chapelwood mind break for #wipwednesday before i go to sleep (except i’m not actually working on this rn sorry i just wanted to share in hopes of motivating myself to write again)