#SHE IS A PAIN IN THE ARSE.

[edtriestowrite]

shivering and trembling in my boots as i block my sister on this hellsite

[3amsnek]

weird (not quite) autumn- one layer practice Mae with some vague leaves stuck on for funsies

[treewithabark]

Spring —> Autumn

I can’t believe Juniper has been with us for almost 11!!! Months!!!

[freckleslikestars]

Maybe... I could have become something different. If you'd lived, I could have truly changed. But you are gone. And I am what I was bred to be.

Claudia Black as Aeryn Sun

FARSCAPE | 3.17 The Choice

[skylarkblue]

I am at @mystidpurple's apartment to watch F1 while she's at work.

sweet, sweet wifi, how i've missed you.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

@enbysiriusblack I bet you’d make a fabulous cowboy 🤠🥳!

@professional-termite me too, exactly the same!!! (or just write books in general, which is also something I still want to do!) yesterday I found a cute card from my aunt saying that being an illustrator or a writer would be “lovely jobs, that you’d be well suited to, because you have potential”

I was 7 years old 🥺🥰

She took my interests so seriously 😭❤️

In the meantime - Day job:

Tagging @squintclover @therealrjlupin @mollymarymarie @artemisia-black @ashes-and-ashes @breathing-and-stuff @siriuslychessi @impishtubist @imsiriuslyreading @greyeyedmonster-18 and anyone who wants to hop in here like I did!!

if we lived in a world where u had to do the career u were first interested in as a child what would u be doing, id be a firefighter

[petirrojito]

Tragic. The person I don’t like at work asked me about something I’m too overly interested in and got me to ramble for half an hour. Now they think I want to chat every time they see me

[your-divine-ribs]

Will Sam be able to forgive Arabella for what happened with the photos?

I won’t say for definite as I don’t wanna spoil it if you didn’t read it first time around but let’s just say Arabella has all these boys wrapped around her little finger

[korrolrezni]

"If I wanted someone to run somewhere for some reason, I’d go to Five."

Wow. Thanks, Amelia.

[leiflitter]

Fun lil Els thoughts before I make her go wading about near Aunty Ethel's

1. She 1000% knows at least 10 songs/stories/epic poems about Hags

2. She is absolutely confident in her ability to annoy anyone to death

[infictionalwonderland]

I NEED PART TWO OF THE MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N L/N!

. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part2)

part 1 / part 3

You cackled to yourself after sending the message into your groupchat, quickly returning to the video and beginning to play it again, occasional bursts of giggles slipping through your lips.

Resuming your place in the video—the first clip that began playing was actually from not that long ago at all. It was You, Kat Dennings, Elizabeth Olsen and Zendaya at Taylor Swifts Eras Tour (an experience you would genuinely never forget). Taylor was playing Lover and, in the clip, Kat had your face in one hand and the other wrapped around your waist, bringing you close to her body.

“Lover, can I go where you go—“ Kat sang with Taylor, singing all the lyrics to you and grinning at you, faces inches away from each other. “—Can we always be this close.” She punctuated this lyric with giving you an eskimo kiss.

You smiled sincerely at the memory.

The next clip began up, it was you and Chris Evans doing Playground Insults with BBC Radio 1: the two of you were sat opposite each other, knees touching, Chris was grinning goofily at you, giddy laughs escaping him as you tried to remain straight faced.

“—we’re here with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.” The presenters introduced.

“And we’re about to play Playground Insults . . Now Chris and Y/N are sat opposite each other,” the camera cut to you and Chris, him smiling largely and you looking away to contain your own, “the atmosphere is very tense.”

“We’ve done this quite a few times now but im thinking.. this is the biggest movie of the year, let’s make this the biggest playground insults we’ve ever done.”

“Yep.” Chris nodded, trying not to laugh.

“Chris, hun. . you’re ugly. Like, plain ugly.” You nodded seriously, immediately setting off as you feigned a pained wince to the words. “Everyone’s been talking about it. . just, you’re so atrocious to look at. Honestly, I almost feel arse over tits in horror when I saw you.”

Chris opened his mouth to say something but then faltered and pouted, “no matter how good of an actor I am, I could never even get those words out my mouth about you and make them sound genuine. Seriously.”

The third clip started—it was Chris Hemsworth on a carpet, a bold colourful question at the bottom said ‘WHO HAS THE MOST FANS?’. Chris immediately said, “Y/n.” In that deep Australian accent of his. “Not that I blame the people from choosing her to be the people’s queen, she is truly one of a kind. You’ll only ever meet one Y/n in your lifetime, cherish it. The fans have the right idea.”

It changed to Scarlett with the same colourful question at screen and at the same carpet event: “Oh, Yeah. Y/n, one hundred percent.” She chuckled huskily. “That woman has fans upon fans and seriously, I’m one of them. She is something else.” She grinned, winking at the camera.

After Scarlett, Paul Rudd came onto your screen in the very same clip. “Oh! The legend herself, Y/N Y/L/N.” Paul answered brightly, smiling. “The amount of fans she has is unbelievable—well, it’s definitely believable for someone like her, so, not really unbelievable..”

The forth clip began—it was you all playing Family Feud with Jimmy Kimmel, on his live show. Sebastian and RDJ were currently facing off; Jimmy posed the question “what, other than the sun, are some of the hottest things to exist?”

Sebastian got to the buzzer faster than Robert managed to and didn’t even falter or hesitate as he answered straight away, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The audience immediately screamed laughed and shrieked in delight, RDJ just nodded his head in understanding and appreciation, clapping his hands. Chris Evans, Mark and Anthony on the other side all looked amused but ultimately accepting (Chris was nodding along almost subconsciously). You were on the other team, looking heavenward with a faint exasperated grin and Scarlet wrapped her arm around your waist, Chris Hemsworth smirking at you both.

The fifth clip started up: it was a behind the scenes shot from Endgame, the big final battle. You were currently in the middle of doing your own stunt, green screen behind you and harnesses strapped to you as you dangled at a halfway point in the air. Your arms and hands were positioned in such a way to show your character manipulating her powers—the position also very much enhanced your chest, with the added help of your superhero attire. You looked hot, even you could admit.

The camera mirthfully panned to some of the rest of the cast who all stood aside while you filmed your scene—said cast being Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Gwyneth Paltrow, RDJ, Elizabeth Olsen and Tessa Thompson. All of their eyes were fixated on you, Robert was the only one grinning in amusement (and awe) while all the others stared at you as though you hung the sun yourself.

“Boobies.” Lizzie giggled faintly, her eyes stuck. The rest of the cast watching dumbly nodded while the crew cracked up behind the cameras.

And if you screenshotted their dumbfounded faces looking ip at on screen you. . well that was your business.

The clip changed. It was now Karen Gillan being interviewed on some carpet event, looking genuinely breathtaking. The interviewer was asking, “—obviously, your friend and co-star Y/N Y/L/N has been in lots of iconic movies. . what is your favourite scene of hers in The Wolf of Wall Street?”

Karen paused with a cheeky little smile, giving the interviewer a a jokingly incredulous look. “Come on.” She simply said. “It’s a bloody no brainer, I’m certain it was Leonardo’s favourite scene too. . I hope it is anyway otherwise he’s a silly, silly man.”

At the same carpet event with the same interviewer, Chris Hemsworth was being interviewed—his wife, Elsa, on his arm and looking half ready to battle off any rude interviewers (queen).

“—what is your favourite scene of hers in Ocean’s 8?”

“All of them!” Elsa answered eagerly, grinning. “Her outfits really accentuated her personality and I enjoyed them very much so. Particularly her outfit for the gala. . the amount of accentuated personality, by gosh, it had me speechless.”

Chris turned her head, obviously trying not to laugh at his wife.

“Nunca he estado más celoso y agradecido por la ropa en mi vida.” Elsa hummed.

You blinked.

The clip changed to you, Sebastian, Lizzie, Paul, Jeremy and Jimmy all on his Tonight Show playing Musical Beers. The slightly unnerving music/beat played in the background while you all stalked around the circle, Paul and Jeremy already out—leaving you, Seb, Lizzie and Jimmy.

As you were all racing around the circular table, Lizzie very obviously swatted your ass and you were impressed with your own body as you watched that impact: the audience erupted into laughs and shrieks, Jimmy playfully covering his eyes as Seb smirked. You thought that would be the end of the clip, but no.

The very disco-esk tune briefly cut out and past time you thought that meant it stopped completely and you’d already reached for the red cup in front of you and chugged it’s contents, only to pause as the music began back up.

“Spit it back! Spit it back!”

You did just that—but when the music actually stopped and Seb was left standing in front of the cup with your (let’s not go there) in it, your mouth popped open in shock. Jeremy gladly backed away from the table in hysterics, Lizzie and Jimmy equally as amused.

“Oh my god, I am—“

Sebastian quickly downed the cup with. . those contents, not even looking all that perturbed.

“So sorry.” You finished, mouth agape.

You vaguely remembered a conversation you’d had with him after the show, sincerely and repeatedly apologising and he was just very, very amused with you. He didn’t seem to mind at all—what an odd man.

“It’s all good.” Sebastian chuckled lowly, wrapping the mortified looking past you in a one armed shoulder hug and squeezing you to him. Lizzie seemed to be trying to trade a very obvious eye message with you—the audience shrieked and screamed in the background.

Another clip began: its was you and Scarlett Johansson doing a trust fall thing, you thought (correctly).

“Scarlett I swear. .” You giggled, looking over your shoulder at the woman behind you—she grinned back at you amusedly, her eyes twinkling.

“Calm down.” She laughed herself. “I’ll catch you don’t worry, gorgeous.”

Still slightly overcome with nervous giggles, you turned and let out a breath as you shut your eyes before holding at your arms and falling back.

And catch you she definitely did—although her hands didn’t exactly land in a PG-13 area, you cackled as you watched her hands grope at your chest to pull you up. In the video, you were also wheezing as were the crew and Scarlett had a cheeky little smirk as she laughed.

When you were finally standing, she gave one last squeeze before finally letting go—on screen you was breathless with giggles.

“Always wanted to do that.” She shrugged simply with a large amused smile.

The next clip began—it was Zendaya and Tom Holland on LADBible, playing that how much do you agree or not game. The statement said was ‘Y/N Y/L/N is everyone‘s celebrity crush’.

Instantly, Tom and Zendaya moved their cups to strongly agree, both of them nodding in solid agreement with the statement: presently, you awed at your friends, ego very much boosted. Well. To be fair, all of this video was massively boosting your ego.

“I mean, come on.” Zendaya made a ‘duh’ face and shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s Y/N.” Tom smiled crookedly, adding onto her comment.

“I am so happy I get to now say that she’s one of my closest friends.” Zendaya beamed genuinely. “She’s—one of those people whose beauty isn’t just an external thing, she’s so lovely man.” She pouted, in awe of you.

Watching the video, you beamed back at her.

The clip changed: Mark Ruffalo was on the Graham Norton show, next to Nicki Minaj and an actor you couldn’t place.

“Who would you say your favourite co-star has ever been, Mark?” Graham inquired.

“I—i would probably have to go with Y/N—“ The crowd instantly erupted into cheers and yells and Nicki smiled next to him, stating that she loved you under the sound of cheering. Mark grinned back at her, mumbling ‘me too’.

“Yeah, she’s a hell of an actress, that one. So easy to work with. Funny as f—hell, she’s just—an extremely genuine and kind person, and she really brings the energy on set.” Mark grinned. “..she’s also the only free pass my wife has ever given me. Which I won’t be using! Because I don’t believe in cheating, it’s scummy! Even though she’s gorgeous—anyone would be lucky!” He had to rise to a shout at the end as the audience erupted.

Nicki giggled next to him, “me personally, I would use that pass.”

You gasped in laughter as you watched the screen, screen-recording it all so you could go back and watch it. Saving it to your folder titled PISSING MY PANTS HRLP

The clip changed yet again, showing a scene from the Winter Solider BTS. You and Sebastian were filming a scene where he had to shoot your character—you watched the ‘Winter Solider’ shoot your character multiple times making you go down with an agonised yell, crawling away from him.

As soon as CUT was yelled, Sebastian’s face dropped from his stone cold (wintery) expression and he raced to you, crouching next to you. He practically tugged you into his lap on the floor, holding you.

“Oh my fuck that—that just felt so real, Y/n. You know I would never hurt you right?” He asked, blinking repeatedly before a small smirk fell on his lips. “You’re way too pretty to injure doll. Can’t ruin your perfect face.”

On screen you huffed in mock anger, hiding an amused grin as you shoved at him—he still held you close to him though, so both of you fell backwards and burst into giggles.

You literally thought ‘I ship them’ as you watched the clip of Sebastian and yourself, forgetting that was you for a moment.

Another clip started up—another behind the scenes. It was you and Tom Hiddleston in Thor : Ragnarok. In the scene Loki was tied down to the chair and your character was meant to intimidate him—you watched yourself take out your character’s daggers and lean forward into his space. One leg leaned up on top of the arm of the chair, sliding one dagger just a hair above the skin of his neck while using the over the move his chin up to be angled to you as you mockingly smiled down at him.

You said your line as your character but Tom remained silent, mouth parted and eyes widened as he gazed up at you—speech failing him. (You knew that they actually decided to include this awestruck look in the movie—the amount of fucking edits you’d seen was unreal).

Eyebrows crinkling you nudged your knee into his chest and he snapped out of it, grabbing your knee in a gentle grip. “Sorry darling, words sometimes seem to fail me in your presence.” He muttered rather hoarsely, still staring up at you.

“I don’t fucking blame him.” Tessa Thompson murmured from behind you both, and the camera moved to show her staring at you in a similar awe.

Present time, you could barely hide your smirk. Literally the biggest ego boost. Of all time.

Again, the clip changed and it was now Natalie Portman looking gorgeous on a carpet event, being interviewed—“if you could have Jane explore another romance than Thor, who would it be and why?”

“Y/N!” Natalia enthused immediately. “Well—her character, but like. Both. Either. One for me, one for Jane. That—would be great. And why? Come on! She’s an absolutely beautiful woman, inside and out. She has this outward glow that you literally cannot and don’t want to look away from and that reflects so much in her personality—once you’ve interacted with her one time, you never want to stop. Ever. I’m not kidding.” She giggled.

Another clip started up quickly—a blooper of you and Chris Evans. In this scene, your characters were meant to kiss after an angsty, angry argument. You stormed into the frame, into the bedroom, completely in character—an angry expression on and ready to go at Steve.

Before you could even let out a single syllable to begin your lines, Chris immediately surged forward and took your face in his hands, kissing the living daylights out of you.

You both pulled back after a bit and you just started at him, questioningly (that kiss was probably one of your best ever, let it be known, Chris Evans was a fantastic kisser).

“I—I thought It’d be good for the scene. .” Chris trailed off bashfully, scratching the base of his neck, literally pulling the excuse out of his arse. In actuality, he hadn’t wanted to spare a moment of the scene where he could be kissing you, well, not doing so.

“Bull!” Scarlett exclaimed as she materialised in the doorway. “He just wanted to kiss you.” She told you, pointedly looking at the man.

“Yeah—i—“ He huffed a defeated sigh, pink-cheeked. “I’ve got nothing. She’s right.”

In hindsight, you thought to yourself, you should probably stop being so shocked when the fanbase starts shipping you with your costars.

The clip changed: now it was you, Elizabeth and Aaron on a carpet event together—all being interviewed at the same time.

“So, Y/n, how does it feel to be in a Maximoff twin sandwich right now?” The interviewer giggled happily, smiling.

Before you could open you’re mouth—“we’re really enjoying it.” Lizzie and Aaron replied at the same time.

The interview gaped and you simply rolled your eyes as the two smirked at either side of you, they’d been talking in sync ever since you’d first met them at the table reading.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t why?” Aaron grinned crookedly. “A beautiful, lovely woman in between us. Honestly, love, there’s not a thought in my head besides you.” He joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“I completely support that.” Lizzie chirped in, “ever since I’ve met this gorgeous lady who i now acknowledge as my partner in everything—she’s taken up all of the room in my brain, and I couldn’t be happier.” She giggled, putting her arm around your waist.

In the middle of them both, with an arm over your shoulder and one around your waist—you simply sighed, sparing the giddy interviewer an exaggerated suffering expression.

Again, the clip switched—it was now another blooper of you in the Iron Man movie, the scene where you handed Tony’s arse to him in the boxing ring. Instead of acting as scripted, Gwen Paltrow got up from her seat and strode over to the boxing ring, stepping inside gracefully and planting one right on your lips.

Presently, you giggled as you thought back to this moment. Gwen was your impulsive queen. Your idol.

From the floor, RDJ squawked in shock, exclaiming about being cheated and betrayed and Gwen flung her stiletto off her foot at him without moving from your lips.

When she finally did, she simply smiled at you kindly, “you just looked so good that I couldn’t not kiss you, sweets.” She shrugged and you, on screen, laughed at her as you leaned back in to kiss her cheek.

(Unfortunately the scene was not included in the movie—but Gwen never wasted an opportunity to talk about it, and you, if the chance arose).

The clip moved onto another one—back to the Thor : Ragnarok movie, you and Heimdall were fighting together, however you missed a step in your stunt and ended up stumbling. Idris immediately caught you with a steady arm around your waist, full you to him so you could stabilise yourself.

You smiled up at him thankfully, squeezing his arm in gratitude (totally not because you’d just wanted to feel his bicep).

You watched as your on screen self get distracted again and Idris murmured to Tom who’d now appeared next to him, “I feel like it’s dishonourable how much I want her to fall so I can catch her again now.”

“Mate, trust me,” Tom laughed, “I completely understand. But she doesn’t need the rescuing.”

“That she does not.” Both men smiled fondly as they watched you.

Presently, you were actively refusing to blush.

A different clip started up—Florence Pugh was being interviewed, looking breathtaking in her green dress. “—did you take anything from set?” The interviewer was asking, smiling at Florence.

“Um—not much, just Y/n’s heart.” Florence immediately cracked up at her own joke, smiling widely. “And her underwear too.” She added.

The interviewer opened her mouth to say something more, giggling at Florence as she continued speaking: “and before you ask, no. I wouldn’t be selling, for any price. Finders keepers and all that shite—plus, she’s my girl, so. That rule applies even more so. No one else can take her heart. Or her pants.”

Watching your friend, you giggled at her cheesy smile at her words before getting distracted by your group chat, where multiple of your friends and co-starts had seen your message and were now responding. Your laughter increased tenfold as you opened the thread.

[dumbbitchgalore]

Aphrodisiac chocolate ft. old man!Price 💕🍫

A few days ago, you receive a box of chocolates from your best friend. It was a black velvety box which almost seemed too sophisticated for a chocolate box. You couldn't help but remember the look on her face when she gave you the box. All winky and smily. At one point you thought that she either had a stroke or that her face got stuck in that position

Now a few days later, you stare at the same box in your fridge sighing softly. Most be one hell of a good chocolate if the box looks like that. You shrug your shoulders and open the box to see what the stroke-like face was all about.

You open the box and only see three divots where the chocolate is supposed to sit, except one is missing. Thinking John may have eaten one, you go to your shared bedroom to ask what it tasted like before you eat one yourself. You've always been skeptical of new desserts so you want to ask him before you tried it just incase it wasn't your cup of tea.

But when you enter the bedroom, you do not expect to find what you did

John Price, former SAS captain, in bed with his eyes screwed shut fisting his cock which looked painfully hard. You drink up the sight in front of you as you listen to his breathy pants and desperate grunts. You walk up to the edge of the bed and move the hair that's clinging to his forehead.

"Honey." You call out to him.

His doesn't stop his movements and just simply opens his eyes slightly, jerking his cock at a brutally fast pace,

"Sweetheart." He croaks out as if he's in pain.

You frown at his discomfort.

"What do you need, handsome?" You whispers softly.

And that was enough to have John manhandle you onto the bed, laying on your chest with your arse in the air. You gasp at his roughness but have never seen John like this before.

John simply moves your panties to the side and rams his cock inside of you. You yelp in shock but that soon turns into a moan when he starts fucking you.

Nice and deep. Hard and merciless. Fuck, this felt good. It felt too good. Your moans are salacious as they reverberate off the walls of your bedroom.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You squeal.

John lets out a breathy laugh as he continues his brutal pace not stopping for a second. And poor you had your face smashed against the pillows but it's not like you mind it one bit. Your moans only get obsscenely louder

A few more thrusts and his cums so hard inside of you that you yelp at the new sensation. Hot, thick and sticky cum coating your insides. And at the same time you chant his name like a prayer as your orgasm hits you hard. John teasingly pulls out and with it, his cum starts to leak out of your hole. You pant and you go limp in bed. Damn, that felt good.

John chuckles, kissing your forehead. "Sometimes I wish that I could do all the time. You deserve being covered in my cum, birdie."

You chuckle hoarsely too. "I don't think I could keep up with you if you're like this all the time." You mumble softly.

He hums in agreement, laying down next to you as he rubs your back gently. "Those chocolates are something else, huh?"

Your eyes widen slightly.

Oh so that's what the chocolates are for.

[rubys-domain]

i'm going through a phase of "i just want x character out all the time and i just wanna run around with them and bask in their glory" with kokomi. so much so that i'm almost scared that she'll surpass chong as my fave of all time. but i went through a similar phase with cyno so logically i know that that won't actually happen.

still kind of annoying that i can never have this much interest in a meta dps tho. like why are all the characters i have any interest in maining either 4 stars, supports, or just not meta units (cyno, yoimiya)???

[witchesverse]

sex club.

pairing: agathario x fem!reader

summary: agatha and rio punish you after you brat out during a sex party.

content: mistress kink, public sex, kneeling, choking, bruising, degradation, name calling (mutt), strap-on sex, slapping, punishment, begging, pain kink, mean!agathario, dom!agatha, switch!rio, sub!reader, slightly bratty!rio.

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Her grip didn't falter and her fingernails dug into your arm as she shoved past people, pulling you along like a lifeless doll.

"Please, Rio."

You cringed as she turned around. Her eyebrow was raised and her lips were pursed. Her other hand twitched and you could tell she was holding back.

"You know that's not how you address me." She hissed and her grip tightened.

You swallowed.

"I'm sorry, mistress."

She huffed and continued pulling you through the crowd of people, clearly angered by your disobedience.

Your disobedience was nothing new, but it still bothered Rio and Agatha to the point where they had you bruised all over, and this time was no different.

Rio and Agatha wanted to host a sex party for a few friends and clients; by a few, they meant at least 40 people. You figured that you would be passed around, but no. Rio had forced you to kneel naked at her feet whilst she watched other people being passed around.

The rules were 'simple': Don't complain, stay kneeling, only look at her, and behave.

So, of course, you didn't do any of that. The entire time, you were whining, standing on your knees, glancing around the room, and biting at her thigh.

Multiple times she had slapped your face and reprimanded you, but you didn't stop. Finally, she pulled you to your feet and took you to Agatha.

"Deal with this stupid mutt." Rio snapped as she entered the room Agatha was sitting in.

Her hair was damp and she had a towel wrapped around her body. She had probably just finished a session with her client.

Rio's hand roughly met your cheek and you cried out in pain.

"Don't ever call me Rio like that again." She snapped, pushing you towards Agatha.

You stumbled into Agatha's arms and hid your face in her neck, whining about Rio's meanness. Agatha patted your bare arse with a chuckle and repositioned you to sit in her lap.

Her towel had dropped to her hips, revealing her boobs. You brushed your fingers against her nipple but Agatha grabbed your hand, pinning it to her thigh.

"Can't you ever behave?" She tucked her finger under your chin, smiling at the small pout on your lips.

You heard Rio sigh and a bag zip open. You tried to look over at the noises, but Agatha kept a tight hold on your chin. You whined loudly and tried to pull away from her, but Agatha tsked and tightened her grip.

"So fucking noisy," Rio said.

A cloth was placed over your eyes and tied around your head. You were moved from Agatha's lap and put on the bed. You heard some shuffling then soft moans. Your hands shot to the blindfold, preparing to remove it, but magic wrapped around your wrists and pinned them to the bed.

"Stay." Said the women in unison.

You grumbled something under your breath but it went ignored.

The sound of moans and kisses filled the room, making your thighs clench together. You heard the shedding of clothes and someone fell onto the bed. Rio loudly moaned and the noises of wet pussy filled the room.

You swore you were going to cry from frustration. You wanted to lift the fabric from your eyes and watch them badly but couldn't.

Stupid fabric.

"Awe, is someone getting frustrated?" Rio mocked. Her voice was gaspy and high-pitched; she was getting close. Even when she was on the edge of an orgasm she could be a bitch to you.

"Please." You cried.

"Begging already? Pathetic." Agatha laughed.

Rio gasped and her magic around your wrists faltered, giving you the perfect moment to rip the fabric off. The sight of Rio lying naked and twitching underneath Agatha as she came down from her orgasm made you throb.

"And of course, you can't listen for more than 5 minutes." Rio sighed and pushed herself to her knees.

She wrapped her hand around your throat and shoved you into the mattress. You whimpered and tried to kick her away but miserably failed.

Your vision started to speckle black and you felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Agatha had to pull Rio away by her hair.

"Get your fucking-"

"Don't you dare. I will flip this punishment to you." Agatha snarled, her grasp tight. "Is that what you want? To be punished?"

You watched the fire rise in Rio's eyes and then vanish. She adverted her eyes to the ground and muttered an apology. Agatha kissed her on the head and turned her attention back to you.

Magic returned to your limbs, forcing your hands above your head and your legs to be spread. Both witches grinned at how wet you were.

Rio - who was now wearing a black strap-on - crawled between your thighs and lined her fake dick to your pussy. She glanced at Agatha, who gave her permission before slowly sliding into you.

You cried and dug your fingernails into your palms as she stretched your walls and forced you to take her entire length. She has never been the one to let you adjust.

Agatha appeared behind her, kissing and sucking at her neck. She placed her hands on Rio's hips and guided her thrusts.

The room was filled with the sounds of your and Rio’s moans and whines. Agatha brushed her fingers against Rio’s erect nipples, pulling a broken whimper from her.

“Are my girls getting close?” husked Agatha.

Neither of you could respond in a coherent way.

Agatha whispered something in Rio’s ear and you felt your heart drop when an evil smile spread across Rio’s face.

“Please, mistress! I’m sorry, please.” You begged “Please, don’t do that.”

When they didn’t respond, you knew your pleasure wouldn’t last much longer. Normally, you would hold your orgasms off until you were given permission to cum, but you knew you wouldn’t get that permission and there was no way you weren’t going to cum.

With one more thrust, your orgasm washed over you. It didn’t last for long as Rio immediately pulled out and slapped your face.

You grinned as she started to yell at you and call you names. You could see she wanted to hurt you, but Agatha wouldn’t let her, not here, at least.

“Fucking brat. I’m going to make you regret that. Get up, now.”

You pouted and looked at Agatha for sympathy, who only shrugged and stepped back.

You were hers, but she didn’t own you. You were Rio’s toy as Rio was her toy. She never interferes with Rio’s punishments unless she sees her toy acting in a way she shouldn’t.

“You dug that hole yourself, princess.” Agatha said “Now, you’re gonna deal with it.”

You swallowed and looked back at Rio. She was going to destroy you, but that orgasm was worth it.

[shotmrmiller]

Simon is enthralled by you, John Price's cat. Oh, how beautiful you look on all fours, rubbing your face on his jeans. How lovely the mews that spill from your lips sound— music to his ears.

He grabs you by the hips to lift you onto his lap, mindful of your tail and brushes his covered nose against your cheeks. "Aren't you just precious?" Simon lifts his mask enough to expose his lips and nips the tip of your human ear. "I wonder if this pretty kitten has a pretty pussy, too," he softly says. Your half-lidded eyes look at John, who's chosen to be just a spectator tonight.

"You heard him, kitten. Show Simon what he's asking for." The bell in your collar clinks as you lift to turn yourself around in his lap, and he grabs your waist with his large hands to assist. "Careful, I don't want you falling off and getting hurt." Simon extends his long, thick legs which gives you a bit more space to work with.

Keeping your knees together, you place your bare, dainty feet on each shoulder, and with a trembling exhale, your knees drop open.

Simon intakes a sharp breath through his teeth at the sight of your glistening cunt spread open— a flower in full bloom. The grip on your waist tightens to what should be considered pain, but to you is just acute pleasure.

"She's a fuckin' sight, sir," he admires without looking up. He drags a blazing trail with his fingers from your waist to your mons, pad of his thumb hovering over your swollen, slippery clit. "I'm curious, though, kitten," You look at him, cheeks flushed, and answer him with a tiny little mewl. "I'm curious if you'll purr for me, too," and draws agonizingly slow circles, that is exactly what you want, yet not enough. The whimpers slithering out of your throat make his cock achingly hard, and if you turned around, you'd see a sizeable tent in John's trousers too.

John's voice is thick with arousal as he says, "She likes it when you let saliva dribble from your mouth onto her pussy, isn't that right, kitten?"

You bob your head, mouth open, a bit of drool at the corner of your mouth. Simon's touch is magical. You've got liquid fire in your veins, every precise circle rubbed onto your nub tightens that coil in your lower stomach, and when he spits onto your pussy, the warm glob of spit that lands directly on your clit almost has you coming from it alone.

Simon notices how your hips start moving on their own, picking up speed, forcing more friction on your clit when he stops touching you, removing all stimulation. The keen you let out is primal, a high-pitched whine. "Oh, I know, I know," he coos at you, "I just gotta ask your owner for permission, s'all."

He tips his head to the side, looking over your shoulder, and nods. John must've agreed to whatever he's thinking because Simon's dark eyes gleam as they meet yours, a feral, toothy smile on his lips.

Simon taps your hips lightly and orders, "Hips up." Your feet lower from his shoulders to flatten on the couch— thighs spread wide from how broad, how wide his body is. Your hands rest on his knees behind you, and you rest your weight on them to lift up. Simon lets out a snarl and completely hooks your knees over his shoulders forcing your arms to give way. Your head lolls on his thighs, upper body almost completely upside down, and his hands cup your arsecheeks—mindful of the tail— and raise. What—

His warm, wet tongue licks through puffy lips, and flicks at your clit. The arousal that had waned comes back, and it comes back harder, faster, more intense. He's eating you like you're his last meal, and now you definitely sound like a cat, albeit a dying one.

Simon gives your bud a suck and your neck cranes back at the sensation, and that's how you see John, upside down, leaning back, one arm on the backrest holding his drink— the other stroking his cock through his trousers. He looks—

A sharp slap to your arse has your spine curling, legs tightening around Simon's half-covered face, stubble prickling into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "Eyes on me, kitten."

Your spine curves and you realize that you can see Simon, his dark eyes locked onto yours, and that he can see you. You wanted to care about the unflattering angle he's got you in, but it all melts away when his mouth opens wide to lick a stripe from your hole to your clit, and his lip is curled on one side, so you can see his unnecessarily pointy canine.

Once Simon realizes he's got your full attention, he eats. Unrelenting as he chases your climax like it was his own. The pulse of your heartbeat is deafening in your ears, your vision darkens as he forcibly drags you to your finish line, and with one final lap at your stiff bud, he tugs on your tail, and you burst.

Mind-numbing pleasure sweeps through your body, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing into you, prickling at your nerve endings, leaving you a shaky, slobbering mess on his thighs.

Simon doesn't even give you a moment, doesn't grant you reprieve because, within seconds, he's manhandling you and sinking you down onto his massive cock, spearing you in half, stretching your soaked channel to its absolute limit. It burns, it stings and yet the only thing that comes out of your mouth is an airy moan.

"Atta girl. Your pussy's suckin' me in like it wants to keep me in it forever," and his head tips back as he groans, "You're squeezing me so tight, m'not gonna last."

John's gruff voice comes from behind you, commanding. "Then don't, Simon. Fill her up."

Simon's answering smile is, honestly, a bit scary. He looks like the predator he becomes on the battlefield, the one who snuffs out life like a fire on a candle wick. Vicious, cruel, ruthless.

"Yes, sir."

He spreads his thighs, feet flat on the floor, and picks you up with his forearms, only to bring you back down on his cock. Impaling you. The tip of his cock is hitting so deep, you vaguely wonder if the flared head is being pinched by the tiny hole of your cervix. He's destroying you, but at no point in time does it ever turn into physical pain. Simon is using you like a pocket pussy, yet is angling your hips to hit your sweet spot. And oh so sweet it is, because it takes you exactly seven (7) thrusts of his hips to make you come around him, frothy, milky essence coating his cock.

"Fuckin' hell, pet. Fuckfuckfuckfu—" and he brings you down harshly, grinding his hips up, as he shoots rope after thick rope of cum into you.

Simon's exposed chin is dripping sweat, as he pants harshly in front of you, trying to catch his breath. Your body begins to slump tiredly when you feel your tail being caressed, beard scratching your neck as John peppers your damp neck with kisses.

"It's my turn now, isn't it." The bell on your collar chimes as John pulls you to kneel on the floor, face pressed in near Simon's softening member. Faintly, a zipper opens, and the swollen, long length of John's cock pushes into you, pushing out Simon's cum, dripping down your abused cunt to make space for him.

"Mewl for me, kitten," and grabs you by the hair, craning your neck to look up at Simon, who's gazing down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. He curls two fingers underneath your collar, restricting your breathing, and says, "Go on. Let us hear you."

what a delightful day to be John Price's cat

[drgnflyteabox]

Soap finds himself a lucky charm // Soap x fem!reader // kidnapping, noncon, gambling, post-injury soap, unreliable narrator (he's crazy), johnny hears simons voice in his head <3, breeding kink, unwanted pregnancy, ghoap elements but simon isnt in it

Johnny finds himself at the horse track of all places, six months to the day since his injury.

Simon doesn't know where he is, but he knows that Simon could find him as easily as anything. He hasn't yet. Space, is what Johnny had asked for. Space is what he's getting. It both upsets and pleases him.

Spending money is too easy. He splurges everywhere, on everything. Takeout, booze. His apartment's a pigpen of bottles and containers. All thanks to his honourable discharge stipend, which is generous thanks to Price, though he hasn't returned any of his calls.

Price could find him easily, too, but their relationship's been tight since the signing of the paperwork.

Not my choice, John had said tightly. My hands are tied.

A couple thousand down already, his lucks been off. Ever since the accident. It's not any of the post-TBI symptoms, it's spiritual. He feels it, deep in his gut.

Cosmic.

He should be in the field, but he's not. Something has shifted the wrong way. Everything feels, looks, is, slanted. Off.

Bonnie Bouquet is the horse he's been betting on. A few hundred at a time. She's a fast girl, but she's been finishing off the board lately. Losing him a lot of cash.

He can hardly focus as he a group of squawking, stumbling partygoers elbow in beside him.

There's a pulse that begins in his temples as he watches her fumble, outpaced by a horse called Apple Cider of all names. He feels a hot coal settle in his chest, frustration morphing into anger as costs him again.

That pulse turns to sharp, digging pain, the bullet back again and tunnelling it's way into his head. He can practically feel the thick, cottony fog come back on, the dizziness. His vision pinpoints onto the downturned arrow on the screen. He hears the gun cock again,

Bonnie Bouquet finishes tenth out of fourteen, and he swivels to snarl at the pack of harpies beside him when—

It's been a while. Longer than before the injury, even, since he's had pussy. That's why he deflates, chokes up, lets the swell of pain in his head wash over him without so much as a twitch when he sees you.

The answer. The solution he's been waiting for, right here in front of him, sent by God or the universe or fuck, he wouldn't put it past the team to have sent him a little consolation prize.

"There you are, Johnny," he hears Simon say. His voice is right there, in the room. You're for him. You're his light at the end of the tunnel, the reason he's been booted.

"S'all worth it now, isn't it?"

It'll be worth it when he can fit his cock in your snug little cunt, and make a new purpose for himself through your womb.

He doesn't think of how he looks when he approaches you, pushing past your clucking friends, eyes razor sharp and shoulders squared.

"What one are ye bettin on?" he opens, staring down at your surprised face, petal-soft mouth in a sweet little 'o'.

His cocks rock hard in his jeans, straining, and distantly he hears one of your friends gasp. He doesn't give a fuck. Look, hen, it's for ye. That's all for ye.

"Um," you stutter. Cute wee lamb, he thinks. "I think, uh, The Scottish Thistle."

The Scottish Thistle. As clear of a sign as any. Simon laughs, grating, "Picked a Scottish horse, didn't she? What else do you need, Johnny? A kick in the arse?"

Nothing. He needs nothing else to push out again, betting on The Scottish Thistle and winning for the first time in months.

You're terrified when you discover him in the backseat of your car.

Poor little lamb, trying to fight. Bleating and pushing against him with arms that haven't seen even a shade of what he has. But he's still strong, still got it, puts his arms like a vice around your throat until you're docile enough that he can take your keys and drag you back out into his truck.

It's alright. You'll understand soon enough, that you're meant for him. That you're gonna be his lucky charm, his cause, his justification. He'll make it all back and more. In droves.

And he if doesn't come back? He's still got warm, soft thing to sink right into. A comfort for his weary head.

You learn eventually, that this is destiny. That you're meant to be right here, tidying his house, taking his come right in that pretty pussy. Keeping it safe, he jokes to you. Creating a life for him where before he had died.

He could cry, when he sees the test. Johnny's gonna be a father.

You still tremble, even after all this time, wide little cow eyes looking up at him, teary. Beautiful.

"Look at that, hen," he shows you the stick, smiling at your happy tears, "awe, it's okay to be nervous. Ah ken you'll be a good mam."

He fucks you that night to celebrate, slots himself deep, crushes you with his body the way you like it. You don't really speak often, but that's okay. You're just naturally shy, and he doesn't mind living off your cute little sounds instead of words.

"Ah, good girl," he grunts, pumping, "gooood girl."

You squeak, pant, cry. Face wet with overwhelmed tears. You've stopped trying to fight, stopped pushing his hand away when he fingers your swollen clit and makes you come again.

Soon, he'll have a family.

"Purpose, again, Johnny. That's a good lad, give it to her good."

And when he brings you, belly swollen with the life he planted there, to the races again— he's sure you'll pick the right one.