Coffin Vomits

Not disappointed. Not angry. Not looking at you like you ruined everything.

They just care about you.

They sit with you through the shame, through the panic, through that awful feeling that you failed somehow. They remind you that relapse does not erase the good you did. It does not make you unlovable. It does not make them lose patience with you.

They would never hold it against you. They would never make you feel like a burden for needing help.

imagine having a blanket you lay out across your bed every time you're going to masturbate (so you don't have to change your sheets as often/sleep in your own sweaty mess). when you first start doing this you stay on top of washing it, but as time goes on you get a little lazier with it...

somehow, your f/o learns of this. you'd think they'd find it gross, but they get unbelievably turned on. they touch themselves to the thought of having your cum stained blanket in their greedy hands. having it wrapped around them. against their face and inhaling the scent of you. cumming where you have cum before. marking it, before sneaking it back to you, knowing you'll use it again without washing. it's like they'd be indirectly cumming on your body

would you smell the difference, or would you be completely unaware? if you knew what they had done, would you still use it? would it get you heated? would you rub it between your legs hoping to get a trace of their essence against you?

their arm around you brings you a bit closer which gets no reaction from you. you only begin to stutter when their hand dips under your pants. before you stop talking they murmur, "keep going" without stopping their hand.

they circle your hole for longer than you'd like. any time you stammer too much or stop so do they, any needy words or looks you give being ignored. feeling two fingers finally slip in makes your hips buck and you can see their grin widen. they're nice and don't pull out their fingers despite you pausing for a moment. it's harder to talk now that their pushing in and out over and over but it's very clear you can't stop without losing the pleasure too.

their face moves in closer, tucking into your neck, placing soft, wet kisses against your hot skin. they just love your voice, hearing you get excited, the way you shake as you try to maintain some sense of composure. for a while they keep a calm pace but it doesn't take long for their need to grow greater and their hand to move much faster. sucking hickeys into your neck as they hardly care that you're barely getting any words out. the moment you come they're pulling their hand away only to begin pulling at your clothes. you're in for a long night.

They lean in and press a soft kiss against your neck, before whispering into your ear, "Come with me." They guide you towards the bathroom, urging you to remove your clothes with an affectionate firmness that leaves no room for argument.

They draw you a hot bath with your favorite oils/soaps/salts. The familiar scent wraps around you like a hug the moment you step in. They follow close behind, guiding you to lean back against their chest. Warm water rises around you both, and as it settles over your skin, your body lets go—shoulders dropping and breath slowing. You float there together in the quiet until their hands return. Gentle fingertips now trail along places that make soft moans slip from your lips.

Your f/o's nose brushes the shell of your ear as if asking for permission to continue. You nod once, cheeks flushed from the steam, and they slide slowly between your legs. Their touch is patient, first just resting there… then moving in slow rubs meant only to calm. The movements send the sweet throb of arousal through you, and your head droops back. When their hand shifts just right and their pace changes, you gasp and clutch at their arm for balance. It feels like floating, like drifting somewhere soft and warm, carried by nothing but tender bliss. Your body arches towards their touch for more friction. "Don't think about anything else. Focus on this."

You have no idea how you've slipped so far into the ground when all you had to do was close your eyes, listen to their voice, and see the stars behind your eyes.