#ariel conroy fuck you

[thornethepoet]

a mini series of ariel, jamie & layla as text posts

[baynton]

"Yeah, well look what you reduced me to. You and your game."

[sleepingdeath-light]

anyone under 18 or that has an ageless/blank blog will be blocked if you interact with any of the content linked here.

listed below is all of the smutty content that i published between the 1st and 31st of october 2023 as a part of this blog’s kinktober event — all organised by date of publishing (or the date they were meant to be published…).

“the power of suggestion” -> mirror sex

scp 953 x cis male reader

warnings : dubious consent, character death

“afterglow” -> sadism/masochism

sam pinkett x cis female reader

warnings : sadist!reader, masochist!sam

“death valley” -> fuck or die

peperoncino cookie x non binary afab reader

warnings : dubious consent

“the concubine” -> getting caught

king!loki laufeyson x non binary afab reader

warnings : distinct power dynamic (royal vs servant)

“in quiet waters” -> consensual somnophilia

captain caviar cookie x cis female reader

warnings : oral sex performed on a sleeping party

“red and the wolf” -> dirty talk

zen / hyun ryu x gender neutral reader

warnings : none

“joyride” -> in a vehicle

asami sato x non binary afab reader

warnings : dangerous driving

“for old times’ sake” -> intoxicated sex

sirius black x cis male reader

warnings : drunk sex acts

“myers’ girl” -> public sex

michael myers (any) x cis female reader

warnings : rough sex, choking, social ostracisation

“the perfect gentleman” -> loss of virginity

alastor x cis female reader

warnings : sadist!alastor, masochist!reader

“like rabbits” -> breeding kink

lucky the rabbit x cis female reader

warnings : none

“baby fever” -> breeding kink [bonus]

jamie winton x cis female reader

warnings : none

“when you’re dreaming” -> wet dream

pure vanilla cookie x cis female reader

warnings : none

“your princess” -> 69

bloom x cis female reader

warnings : none

“the spider’s web” -> rough sex

claude faustus x cis female reader

warnings : sadist!claude, masochist!reader

“gorgeous girl” -> lingerie kink

luisa madrigal x gender neutral reader

warnings : none

“the best things happen in the dark” -> accidental stimulation

loona x non binary amab reader

warnings : public sex acts

“the fall” -> corruption kink

overlord voltari x non binary afab reader

warnings : imbalance of experience

“before work” -> quickie

shang-chi x cis male reader

warnings : none

“an evening meal” -> food play

ariel x male reader

warnings : none

“take a bite” -> blood kink

vampire cookie x non binary afab reader

warnings : blood kink, blood drinking

“a feast fit for a king” -> cum eating

licorice cookie x cis female reader

warnings : none

“a tight fit” -> size kink

kikimora x cis male reader

warnings : none

“becoming hers” -> marking kink

helen bierce x gender neutral reader

warnings : branding, marking, dom/sub dynamic

“thrill seekers” -> extreme water play

jeff the killer x gender neutral reader

warnings : breath play via drowning, extremely rough sex

“a matter of trust” -> breath play

shirou oogami x gender neutral reader

warnings : choking

“her needy princess” -> mummy kink

padmé amidala x cis female reader

warnings : none

“test your luck” -> dominating the domme

alcina dimitrescu x unspecified amab reader

warnings : —

“captain’s orders” -> impact play

captain caviar cookie x cis female reader

warnings : spanking, pussy spanking, slight humiliation

“a taste of heaven” -> dubious consent

ariel conroy x cis female reader

warnings : heavily dubious consent, references to stalking, infidelity (jamie deserves better)

[megan0013]

It’s nearing three o’clock in the morning and Cato hasn’t slept in over twenty-four hours, so he thinks it may be his mind playing tricks on him when Beau, the boy from One, slowly sits up in his sleeping bag and grabs the serrated hunting knife he’s kept stashed out of sight since the Bloodbath. Cato frowns, his brow furrowing as he realizes it’s definitely not time to switch lookouts yet.

“Odair.” Cato nudges the only other Mentor in the Viewing Room, never taking his eyes off Beau as he carefully slips out of his makeshift tent. “Odair.”

“Just five more minutes,” Finnick mumbles and curls onto his side.

Cato watches in horror as Beau creeps across the camp and steps up behind Ariel, the girl from Four who has been keeping watch. His breath catches when Beau reaches around Ariel’s face, snaps her neck back, and cleanly slices her throat.

“Finnick!” Cato yelps, successfully rousing the other man.

“Leave me alo-” Finnick’s eyes widen as he turns to find his Tribute dead at her post. “What the fuck!? Conroy, what just happened?”

But Cato’s attention has already turned to Screen Seven where Clove is currently fidgeting in her sleep, completely unaware that Beau is now slithering through the Career Camp stealthily slitting the throats of his alliance. He knows Finnick is yelling into the phone mounted near the door, but he can’t hear a word his friend says over the blood rushing through his ears and his heart beating into his throat.

“Wake up,” Cato whispers, his eyes glued to the screen. “Wake up and run.”

“Cato,” Finnick’s voice sounds hazy and far away. He puts his hand on his shoulder, but Cato shrugs it off. “Look, man, maybe you shouldn’t watch?”

Finnick’s probably right but Cato can’t hear him and only steps closer to the screen as Beau slowly advances on Clove’s tent. “Wake up,” Cato mutters. “Please, wake up.”

“Cato-”

“Wake up!” He screams suddenly, causing Finnick to flinch at the desperation in his friend’s voice. “Wake up, Clove!”

And, miraculously, she does.

Clove’s eyes blink wide open and she lies perfectly still for a split second before her instincts take over. She doesn’t know what is wrong, she just knows that something is and without wasting any time, she grabs her jacket and a canteen and has wriggled under the back of her tent just as Beau pulls open the front flap.

Cato waits until Clove has cleared the ancient ruins and has begun climbing the rocky mountainside before letting out the breath he hasn’t realized he was holding. She may not have weapons, but she still has her life and that’s enough for now.

Five cannons boom and Cato smiles in relief.

[toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime]

2023 CHARACTER WRAP

Share your top nine characters of this year.

I was tagged by @matbaynton (Thank you so much, Ireland 💖)

I don't have quite as much control as Ireland so I'm upping the Mat character limit to 5, though I could definitely fill the whole list with Mat characters if I wanted to.

Thomas Thorne, BBC Ghosts It's the last year for new Thomas content and that makes me ridiculously sad so he has to be here and in the number one spot.

2. Ariel Conroy, You, Me and the Apocalypse Just downright one of the best Mat characters and I've had the pleasure of rewatching it again this year and exploiting Ariel many times during kinktober. He's just consistently my favourite Mat to play with.

3. Jamie Winton, You, Me and the Apocalypse If I'm having Ariel, I'm having Jamie too, Ariel is nothing without Jamie and vice versa.

4. Felix Fickelgruber, Wonka The newest and quite frankly a delightful Mat character. Mat is so good as this role and it's always refreshing to see him play a villain and also have a musical number?!??!

5. Chris Pitt-Goddard, Spy Just another Mat character that I have particularly enjoyed exploiting this year, especially during Kinktober.

6. Izaya Orihara, Durarara!! I don't know how my interest in Izaya suddenly came back and with full force but it has and it feels like I'm living in 2012 again and utterly, stupidly insane about him.

7. Robin Hood, BBC Robin Hood Again, not sure how this came back into my life... well I am actually and it's because of @sherwood-outlaws and I can't say I expected to watch it twice in one year and not watching it for years and years but god, I loved this show and Robin in particular.

8. Sebastian "Bash" de Poitiers, Reign Okay, I haven't finished this show yet but I fucking love Bash and I love my friend for introducing me to this show! He's so pretty!

9. Pam Beesley, The Office Will there ever be a year where I don't re-watch The Office and fall in love with a different character each time?

If you read through all of this, thank you! I hope you enjoyed! @sherwood-outlaws if you want to give it a go, I'd love to see you find GIFs for 9 different Robin Hood characters 🤣

[jamiewintons]

Told You So (Ariel Conroy/F!Reader)

Summary: Ariel has always told you that he keeps you locked up for your own protection; and one day when you happen to find your way outside, he is proven right.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Mildly Dead Dove. Somewhat Dubious Consent. Kidnapping (Past mentioned and also attempted in-story). Emotional Manipulation. Bondage (using duct tape). Spanking. Edging/Orgasm Denial. Choking. Unprotected Sex. Brief Oral Sex (M!Receiving). Ariel is mostly mean but a bit soft sometimes??

A/N: Another prompt fill for my request event! This time, the prompts were "Ariel Conroy + Protective!Character + Possessive/Jealous Sex". This one's a bit rough so if there's anything in the tags that's going to upset/trigger you, please give this one a miss! Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3058

Ariel Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @thingses-and-stuffses, @jamiewintonmybeloved, @bluedenimbabe, @notwhateveriwasbefore, @multisexyhoez20 (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!).

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“Well, I hate to say that I told you so, pet… but I did tell you so.” Ariel’s words aren’t quite as soothing as the tone of his voice, nor the warmth of his body pressed against yours as he holds you tightly. One of his arms is firmly wrapped about your waist, while his other hand cradles the back of your head, your face buried in his shoulder, quiet sobs muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “How many times have I told you that it’s not safe for you out there on your own?”

Ariel hears you say something, but can’t quite hear what it was. So he brings your head away from his shoulder, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. Through your blurry vision you can almost make out something sympathetic behind his eyes as he looks at your tear stained face. “What was that?”

“E-enough times for me to know better…” you choke out, trying to avert your eyes thanks to the guilt you feel at defying him, especially when doing so has got you into so much trouble.

It had all started when Ariel happened to leave the door to your room — well, calling it a ‘room’ was quite generous, really it was just his basement, though he had made an effort to make it look nice for you — slightly ajar. It was strange, because he was usually so meticulous about keeping doors closed and locked when he’s not in the room with you. You didn’t know what came over you, but it was like your body was moving on its own. You climbed the staircase and hurried to the front door, checking if Ariel was in the vicinity before turning the handle and escaping outside.

You’d barely cleared the front gate before your worst fears had come true. You felt a hand grab your wrist and when you turned with a start, you saw the face of an unfamiliar man leering at you. You’d not interacted with another human being besides Ariel for months now, so your social skills were pretty rusty. He smirked in a way that made your skin crawl and then said something, but your pure terror had overtaken your sense of hearing, so you had no clue what it was. Before you knew it he was grabbing you by the waist and trying to pull you away, and then you were screaming out for Ariel.

Why you were screaming out for the man who had previously kidnapped you to save you from another potential kidnapper was quite beyond you, but you hadn’t known what else to do. At least with Ariel, you knew him. You knew that in some deeply fucked up way, he cared about you, and didn’t want to see you come to any harm. This other man, however, was a completely unknown factor. Who knows what he wanted to do with you? Maybe he’d kill you, or treat you far, far worse than Ariel ever had.

Perhaps that’s why you screamed, because you understood that it’s best to stay with the devil you know rather than take your chances with one you didn’t. Thankfully Ariel arrived to rescue you quickly and the entire thing was a blur, but before you knew it the other man was gone and you were instead being held tightly in the arms of your captor/lover. Whispering softly to you, he lead you back inside and into the basement, which had always seemed like a prison to you. Now that you knew what could happen outside of it, it seemed warm and comforting, and you were actually happy to be back there.

And now here you are, sitting on your bed while Ariel soothes you, stroking your hair and letting you cry into his shirt.

“I’m glad that you can admit when you’ve been bad, pet. If you couldn’t, this conversation might have gone very differently.” Ariel brushes some hair from your face and presses a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead. “But you understand I’ll still need to punish you, don’t you?”

You nod wordlessly, and Ariel can’t help but grin at your compliance. Even if it took a traumatic event, he loves that you’re finally obeying his orders without question. Your tear-filled, submissive eyes stir something inside of him that makes him want to devour you. But as he said, you need to be punished, so he’d have to leave that until later. “Take your clothes off for me, love,” he tells you gently, before standing up from the bed and rifling through a draw. You do as you were told, but keep your eyes on Ariel, wondering what he’s doing.

When Ariel turns back, he smiles at the sight of your body, completely bare. Immediately you see that he had found what he was looking for; a roll of duct tape. Great. Out of all the things he could pick to bind you with, why did it have to be the duct tape? You weren’t the biggest fan of being bound in the first place, but at least the handcuffs or the silk ropes didn’t rip the hair off your arms when Ariel took them off of you. But you want to stay on Ariel’s good side, so before he’s even returned to the bed, you get on your knees and hold your arms out in front of you, wrists touching.

“Good girl,” he says, the praise sounding genuine, as he comes back and sits down beside you. He rips the end from the roll of duct tape, circling your wrists with it as carefully as he can, making sure not to cut off the blood circulation. He stares at your lips for a second, and you’re not sure whether he’s thinking about kissing you or putting some tape over your mouth as well. Whichever option it was, he seems to decide against it, because once he’s torn the tape from the roll, he puts it aside on the nightstand.

You watch as Ariel’s hands move to the button on his jeans. He moves slowly, unbuttoning them and then unzipping the fly, almost as if he’s teasing you. Once he’s done, he pulls off his jeans, and you can see that he’s already hard through his boxers. You don’t quite understand why, because you hadn’t touched him, besides when you were crying on his shoulder, and there’s no way that turned him on, right?

There isn’t much time to question it, because all thoughts leave your head when you feel Ariel’s calloused hands trailing up your legs, from your ankles up to your thighs. Still, he’s moving so slow, making you shiver and squirm at the feeling. When he reaches the top of your thighs, he skips past your pussy, and his hands are on your breasts now, groping them roughly and reveling in how soft they feel.

“Now, pet, you know what you need to do.” Taking his hands off you, Ariel sits on the edge of the bed and waits for you to make your move. You crawl over to him – which is very difficult without being able to use your hands or arms – and lay face down across his lap. You can feel his clothed erection pressing right against your pussy, thanks to how you’re positioned. Ariel’s hand comes to touch your ass, massaging one cheek before his hand moves away.

You let out a loud yelp when suddenly he brings that same hand back down, smacking against your ass sharply. He caresses the sore spot, which you could only imagine had turned bright red. “You know I don’t like doing this, love. It hurts me more than it hurts you.”

You highly doubt that, considering the fact you’re lying across his lap with only his boxers separating you, you felt the way that his cock twitched beneath you when you cried out. But you know that you have to get through this, so you say nothing against him.

“You’ve already been through a lot today, so it’s only going to be ten, okay?” he asks gently, as if he’s going to give you a choice, but you nod and make an affirmative humming sound. You don’t see it, but Ariel smiles, just before he brings his hand down the second time. And then the third. And then the fourth. Then he continues until he’s done it a total of ten times, and you’ve got tears in your eyes and your backside is stinging.

You make a noise somewhere between a whimper and a contented sigh when you feel his hand softly running over the area he’s hit, soothing the pain a little. Ariel’s cock has gotten even harder somehow, and you can feel the wet patch on his boxers from his leaking precum. “Lay down now,” he tells you, his voice sounding strained, and you once again struggle to follow his orders.

It takes a couple of minutes, but soon enough you’re laying down on your back, bound wrists resting near your cunt. Ariel moves so he’s kneeling in front of you, pushing your arms up above your head and prying your legs apart. He smirks as his eyes fall between your thighs, not even needing to look closer to see how absolutely soaked you are. But he does so anyway, smugly relishing in the effect that he has on you.

“You were whining and crying while I was spanking you, but look at how wet it made you,” Ariel says, swiping two fingers between your folds and making you gasp. He holds the fingers close to your face so you can see the evidence of your arousal glistening on them. “You weren’t that wet before that, were you?”

“No, Ariel,” you reply in a whisper, not sure whether you’re telling the truth or not. Ariel’s grin widens, and his eyes rake down your body appreciatively, taking in everything. Every single part of you belongs to him, and after today, you’re going to know it.

Ariel pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing his thin but very attractive torso to your eyes. Next comes his boxers, he pulls them down and frees his cock, hard and leaking against his stomach. You push your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension you were feeling, but before you can get too far Ariel pries them apart again.

His hand moves to your pussy, roughly rubbing your clit with his thumb, already at a rapid pace. You let out a shamefully loud moan, bucking your hips up against him. He laughs almost mockingly, loving that he can have you such a mess underneath him without even doing that much. “Remember the rules, love. No coming without permission or I’ll have to punish you again.”

You manage a nod, but after that, you can hardly do anything but moan and thrash. You have to use all of your focus and willpower to keep yourself from coming, no matter how difficult Ariel is making it for you. Ten spanks already have your ass sore enough, and you don’t want to know how many more you’d get if you defy him again.

Ariel seems to get some kind of sick sense of amusement from playing with you like this. Making you squirm and whine with pleasure while you have to bite your lip so hard that it’s nearly bleeding to stop yourself from falling over the edge. He’ll get you to the point where you’re sure that you can’t hold out anymore, taking his hand away and giving you a few seconds of respite, then starting back up again at the same pace. It’s like torture, nearly driving you insane, and Ariel loves every second of it.

Eventually, Ariel takes his hand away, and though you brace yourself for him to start again, he doesn’t. You open your bleary eyes after a few seconds, hearing some quiet moans coming from him. The first thing you see is him pumping his cock in his hand, using your copious arousal as lubricant, and a wave of horror washes over you. He’s not going to get you that worked up, then make you watch him get himself off without even an orgasm for yourself, is he? You know you did the wrong thing, but that seems far too cruel a punishment.

You’re just about to consider begging for your release when you feel Ariel move on the bed, tilting your hips upwards and positioning himself at your needy entrance. He slowly pushes the head in, convincing you that maybe he’d be nice this time, before sharply slamming the rest inside and tearing a shriek from you. No matter how wet you are, that’s just too much for you to take so quickly.

Ariel takes you roughly right from the start, just as he usually does. He grips your thighs so hard that there’s definitely going to be bruises there later, as he drives himself inside your cunt, hips colliding with you somewhat painfully. His thick cock stretches you out and it hurts, but there’s also a good deal of pleasure threatening to overtake it that you have to stave off. You’re struggling already, thanks to how long he’d been edging you before, and how his cock always manages to hit the perfect spots inside of you.

“Can’t believe you thought you could leave me.” His statement is punctuated by a loud moan, as he pushes your leg up, allowing him to reach even further inside of you. “You know I’ve ruined you for anyone else. No one would ever be able to make you feel like I do.”

The sweet Ariel from before –  the one who insisted that he had to do just this one little thing before he could forgive you – was gone, and had been replaced with another Ariel who was genuinely mad at you, using all of his anger and frustration to fuck you harder and harder. You felt like crying, and not just because of the painful pleasure he was assaulting your body with.

“I go to all the trouble of making this place nice for you, of taking care of you, and you try to leave me?” You feel Ariel’s hand come to your neck and you wince before he even begins to press down, restricting your airway enough for it to have you gasping but not enough that you’ll pass out. “Your lack of gratitude disgusts me.”

“I’m sorry, Ariel,” you pant out, such a short sentence taking you longer than usual since you are struggling to breathe. “I’m so sorry!”

“So you should be.” He takes his hand away from your throat now, and you inhale sharply a few times, wanting to take in as much oxygen as possible. All of his focus goes back to fucking you now, and all of yours goes back to trying to keep yourself from coming.

You make a concerted effort, considering how rough he’s being with you. But you’re getting to the point where you can no longer possible hold back, and you need his permission. “P-please, Ariel, I can’t take it anymore!” you sob, tears making your vision blurry so you can’t see Ariel’s expression.

At first you think he’s ignoring you, that you’re just going to have to deal with it or take the punishment, but after what seems like an eternity, he speaks up again. “Say it,” he hisses, whether from anger or from the pleasure you’re unsure, “Say that you’re not going to try and leave again. Say that you belong to me.”

You say it too quickly. Considering that it was something that you could never take back, the way that the words just come out of your mouth without any thought, was humiliating. But you really couldn’t handle it anymore. “I-I won’t leave you! I’ll stay forever, promise!” Another sudden inhale. “I belong to you, Ariel!”

With those last words, Ariel’s thumb is rubbing your clit again, and in only a few seconds you’re practically screaming, shaking violently under his touch as you soak his cock. You’re so caught up in probably the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had that you don’t even notice that Ariel doesn’t come too. Once you’ve gone limp, Ariel’s hips and hand cease, and he pulls his still-hard cock out of your sore, sensitive pussy.

“We’re not quite done yet, love,” he informs you, and when you don’t move or respond, he pulls you up and lays you down on your stomach, positioning your mouth over his cock. Ariel gives you a few moments before pushing his dick into your mouth, making you taste your own wetness and his precum on it. You’re far too exhausted, but try to move your tongue in a way that’ll be pleasing to him, though it doesn’t really matter much because it's only a couple of seconds before he comes.

You manage to swallow everything Ariel gives you, knowing how much he hates a mess. Once your mouth is free, you do your best to breathe, but between the pleasure and the crying and the abuse to your throat, it’s difficult. Before you know it, he’s pulled you on top of him, holding your head to his bare chest and allowing you to feel his heartbeat as it slows to a more normal rate.

Ariel strokes your hair, and you try to keep yourself from crying, though a few tears definitely fall onto his chest. “I’m really sorry, Ariel…” you repeat, your voice hoarse and strained. “I-I’m never going to leave you, I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me.”

“I know that, pet. You did very well taking your punishment. I forgive you.” He leans down to kiss your forehead, and for some reason, you smile knowing that you've made him happy. You nuzzle into his neck, and Ariel feels his heart warm at the affectionate gesture being initiated by you. This time, he felt like you truly meant it when you said that you belong to him. Everything is the way that it’s supposed to be.

Perhaps his plan to let you get outside and hiring that man to instill fear into you was cruel, but if it had this effect, Ariel had to admit that it was entirely worth it.

[pink-booty-butts]

Mercy (Ariel Conroy x Reader Smut)

(his face in this gif is hilarious so that’s what we’re going with)

Pairing: Ariel Conroy x fem!Reader 

Word Count: 1,644

Summary: apparently you made ariel jealous so spicy stuff happens

Warnings: minors, go away please!! this is smut because ariel conroy is my sexual awakening. overstimulation, begging, crying, praise but kinda in a degrading way, biting, hair pulling, he grabs you by the neck at some point, ariel being obsessive and possessive

A/N: honestly I don’t have much to say for this one. i hope you enjoy it!! 

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“A-ariel,” you barely manage to let out against the pillow. “A-ariel please I-,“ you’re cut off by an orgasm, your entire body shaking as a small moan escapes your lips. Your forearms haven't been able to support you for several hours now, Ariel’s determined assault on your body taking its toll on your muscles and bones. He leans down to your ear, kissing your cheekbone while still holding you upright. He stops pounding into you, but pulls your hips flush against his to ride out your orgasm while he speaks.

“That’s it,” he coos as your arousal gushes out from where you two are connected. “That’s it love, you’re being such a good girl for me.” He moves his lips to your neck as you gasp for air, further darkening the marks he’s made there. “If only you were this good earlier today,” he spits out accusingly. He lifts his upper torso away from your back, repositioning his hands around your hips for a better grip.

You gasp, knowing he’s about to start fucking you relentlessly again, and weakly try to grab at the man currently behind you. “P-please,” you beg, on the verge of tears, “I can’t take anymore.”

Ariel raises an eyebrow and pauses, amused by your suggestion. He draws his length out slowly, seemingly to give you reprieve, before harshly slamming into you and bringing his face next to yours once more. You let out a strangled whine, and a tear rolls down your cheek. One of Ariel’s arms move underneath you to hold you in place, while the other moves to your neck and pulls your face back, forcing you to look at him. He glares at you, wanting you to comprehend his annoyance at your behavior during dinner. “If you can’t handle the consequences,” he thrusts into you sharply, almost as if to punctuate his sentence. “Then maybe you shouldn’t flirt with other people.”

You whine in protest, not able to fathom how simply talking to another person is considered flirting, let alone deserving of a punishment this intense. Your throat is sore from screaming, and you already knew you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow three orgasms ago. “A-ariel,” you moan his name again, with your eyes clenched tightly, not sure if you want him to stop or you just don’t remember any other word besides his name. You do know one thing for sure though, which is that if this is what you get just for saying hello to someone, you don't want to know what he’d do if you were actually flirting.

He chuckles into your neck, picking up his pace and resuming his harsh movements. “You’re so tight for me,” he praises, feeling your walls clench impossibly tight around him. At this point, you honestly can’t tell whether you’re enjoying it or your body is trying to force him out. He snakes his hand down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles to force another orgasm out of you. Tears flow freely along the curve of your cheeks, and Ariel’s hand that was previously gripping your waist moves to your hair. He tugs on it harshly, pulling your back flush along his torso. “Now then,” his lips trail along your neck, relishing in the feeling of your erratic convulsions against him, because of him. “Tell me who you belong to,” he demands lowly, biting your neck when you fail to respond immediately.

“Y-you,” you struggle to form words among your gasps and moans. “I’m yours, Ariel,” you struggle to speak among his unrelenting thrusts. “Yours yours yours,” you chant desperately, the gap between each one becoming shorter as you feel your approaching crescendo. You tighten as he releases inside of you, and what feels like your hundredth release today soon follows. His elated moan fills your ears, and all your mouth produces is a silent scream as it hangs open. He keeps circling your clit until he feels your body collapse against him, completely vulnerable to his will. The both of you fall into the mattress, your quiet sobbing only slowing when he removes his hand from your spent core. He keeps his softening member inside of you as his weight pins you down, a silent reminder of the declaration you just made.

You pant against the pillow, unable to stop your legs from shaking even though Ariel was seemingly being merciful now. His lips form a smile on your skin, as he contentedly pulls out of you. He turns to the other side of the bed to lay on his back, adjusting himself into a comfortable position. He then pulls you close to him, gently forcing your head to lay on his chest. Ariel attempts to soothe you, running his fingers through the knots in your hair. Your mouth was still slightly agape from breathing heavily, and when you close it you realize your jaw hurts. You blink away the remaining tears, squinting from the low light of the bedside lamp. When your remaining senses return, you notice Ariel sighs contentedly.

You can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks. “I love you,” he laments blissfully. You let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding, hoping this means there won’t be another round. As you become more aware of your surroundings, you notice that your body is absolutely drenched in sweat, and both of your fluids are with no doubt seeping into the fabric of his sheets. You briefly wonder why this doesn’t seem to be bothering Ariel, but ultimately decide it's the least of your concerns right now.

“I want to take a shower,” you say quietly, your voice hoarse and weak.

Ariel opens his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. “Alright,” he sighs again, enjoying the feeling of your exhausted and pliable body against his own. He lays still for a few minutes, wanting to enjoy the moment a little longer. He reluctantly gets up, leaving you to start a bath. You attempt to get up on your own, starting with supporting yourself on your forearm, before realizing you can’t feel your legs. You fall backwards on the mattress, groaning in defeat. You lay there with your arm over your eyes, attempting to process your situation.

You don't get a chance to do so as you feel a weight sink into the mattress next to you. You open your eyes and see Ariel, still naked, sitting there with a bottle of water in his hands. You attempt to move your hand to snatch it from him, but he raises the bottle instead and brings it to your lips, encouraging you to drink from it. You take small, slow sips, neither of you breaking eye contact until you pull your mouth away. “Thank you,” you tell him, wanting to stay in his good graces, if only for the rest of tonight.

“You’re welcome,” Ariel smiles, before capping the bottle and sitting it on the bedside table. He moves closer to you with his arms spread, seemingly for a hug. Instead, he wraps his arms underneath your spine and lifts you off of his bed. He carries you all the way to the bathroom and gently lowers you into the bathtub. “I’ll be back in a bit,” he assures you. With one final glance at your form, he turns away and leaves.

You shut your eyes tightly, falling deeper into the comfortable relaxation of the warm water. You hear shuffling noises come from the connected bedroom, and turn your head towards it. Though the door is wide open, you can’t see Ariel anymore, or tell what he's doing. You takes the opportunity to look around the bathroom, and briefly consider making an escape. You notice a window that you could probably squeeze through, but the ache between your legs reminds you that you wouldn’t make it out of the tub on your own. You lean your head against the wall of the shower and sigh sadly. You really wish you saw the signs before agreeing to go on all of those dates with him, you’re not sure how much more of his unreasonable jealousy your body can tolerate.  

Ariel returns to the bathroom, seemingly on cue to prevent you from further hating your past self. He shifts your body forward to get behind you, allowing you to lean your back against his torso. He holds you for a minute or two, and then proceeds to start bathing you gently. This situation only makes you feel more embarrassed about today, but you take solace in the fact that at the very least you won’t have to go to sleep covered in sweat and cum. Ariel starts washing your hair, detangling the knots as gently as possible.

Once you are both clean, Ariel dries and clothes you in his shirt and a pair of his shorts. You definitely had sleepwear here that he could have put you in, but considering he’s the one dressing you, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to remind you that you belong to him. As he carries you back to his bed and awkwardly tries to move the duvet while still holding you, you notice it is freshly made. How considerate, you think, as Ariel slides in next to you under the sheets. He rests his head on his wrist, admiring you one last time, to hopefully fill his dreams with your image. “Goodnight, my love,” he whispers to you as he reaches over you to turn the lamp off. He wraps his arms and legs tightly around your form, reminiscent of a cobra, as he starts littering kisses along your neck. You tense at the fear of him resuming his relentless onslaught of pleasure on you once more, but your prayers are answered as his light kisses die down and he slowly drifts to sleep.

[reluctantjoe]

Ariel Conroy

favorite thing about them

how hot he his. nah just kidding (sort of), i'd probably go with how determined (???) he is about killing. utterly ruthless that will do anything to get what & who he wants. also the gloves...

least favorite thing about them

murdering jamie and then convincing everyone in the bunker that he's him!! although i do believe hawkwind manage to sus him out at the end. (if you want anymore details on this let me know)

favorite line

"jamie, what the fuck?! you do not put people's feet in food processors! there's a line even in these kind of situations and you've--"

brOTP

i mean i'd have to say max?? he was his only "friend" in the show. despite him killing him off

OTP

i don't have one with him seeing as he's absolutely awful. but i guess him x hawkwind??? it feels weird to pair them up though

nOTP

again him x hawkwind. they're the worse couple in my books. plus that's the only canon relationship ariel's had

random headcanon

mommy issues so bad he'd do anything for a woman in the bedroom. man just wants love and he'd show that by being gentle to you too. also he is not a dom

unpopular opinion

this being aggressive shit i see in smut fanfiction is just a no. have you watched the show? his lack of love his mother gave him as a child did not make him into this nasty fuck-me-until-you-love-me animal that people portray him as now. the whole point of him stalking, kidnapping, & murdering was to get back to his love that ran away. (amongst other things.) why would he then act like that towards them in the bedroom? that would literally scare anyone off if that was the case and then he'd be back to square one

song i associate with them

fairly local - twenty one pilots was my first thought. only because of an edit i've watched

favorite picture of them

send me a character and i’ll list:

[galahadsboy]

"First you say this is just a fling a friends with benefits situation, which I am fine with by the way" Ariel said "I do not need the hassle of going out with Kade fucking Conroy." The singer added of course the two were at each other's place every time they were in the same city, fucking, going out for dinner, enough that the paps were calling them dating. "Then you post a picture of you and me naked in bed and yes while they can't see my face what other red head do you hang out with." He said pointing at the patch of red pubes visible.

who: kade conroy. actor/model/asshole.

what: everyone’s favorite attention whore has done it again, gone and posted something on the internet he shouldn’t have.

open to: ( m only rn please) anyone who makes sense but probably not any serious relationship as far as Kade is concerned.

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“Really? You’re pissed about that?” Kade handed back the phone that had been shoved in his face with a roll of his eyes. “First, you’re barely visible and second it’s not a leak if I was the source. I’m not even showing my entire dick - get over it.”

[agir1ukn0w]

[thornethepoet]

more ymata shitposting 🫶

[baynton]

[ohheckwhatnow]

i just finished ymata. i’m not sure how i’m going to recover.

[brezchez]

Where my friends died inside:

Where I died inside:

It actually shattered my heart, and hopes and dreams into a million pieces I'm not even kidding 😫😫😫😫😫😫

[skinnymandriaspm]

Mathew baynton characters x reader incorrectl quotes . Featuring

William agar

Sam pinkett ( I think that's how you spell it)

Thomas thorne

Ariel conroy

Chris Pitt goddard

Jamie Winton

With that said, Enjoy this rubbish

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y/n: Am I in trouble?

Ariel: Take a guess.

y/n: No?

Ariel: Take another guess.

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y/n: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Chris : FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

y/n: No! Four to five seconds!

Chris: Too late!!!

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y/n: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Jamie, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

y/n:

y/n: fsh

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y/n: So that’s my plan.

Sam: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

y/n: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Sam: It fucking sucks.

y/n: That’s not constructive criticism

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Thomas: Here's some advice

Y/n: I didn't ask for any

Thomas: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my

thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

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y/n: How petty can you get?

Ariel: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

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y/n: Must be hard not being able to laugh

William: I do have a sense of humor you know

y/n: I’ve never heard you laugh before

William: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

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Thomas: You love me, right, Y/n?

Y/n: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

[jamiewintons]

Distractions (Ariel Conroy/F!Reader)

Summary: Ariel finds you rather distracting, and he decides to teach you a lesson.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Desk Sex. Oral Sex (M!Receiving). Fingering. Degradation & Praise. Dom!Ariel/Sub!Reader. Daddy Kink. Unprotected Sex. Ariel Being Ariel.

A/N: Hope you enjoy the absolute filth, everyone!

Word Count: 2885

Ariel Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @thingses-and-stuffses, @jamiewintonmybeloved, @bluedenimbabe, @notwhateveriwasbefore (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!)

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The long hours that Ariel spent in front of his computer, tapping away at his keyboard, could get awfully tedious. 

He liked having you there beside him, within his sight and reach at all times. He couldn’t have you running off and abandoning him like Hawkwind did; he wasn’t going to make that mistake twice. So, as he worked, he’d keep you close, seated in a chair near him for the time that he was working. Usually, you’d read a book or mess around on your phone, barely speaking because you didn’t want to bother him.

But you had a way of tempting Ariel without even knowing it. In your mind, you were simply sitting there, minding your own business, but in Ariel’s eyes, you were like a temptation, a seductress sent with the sole purpose of keeping him from getting his work done. Everything you did made him want to abandon his computer and spend the rest of the day with his cock buried deep inside of you.

The way you played with your hair as you concentrated on the book you were holding in your other hand. The way you absentmindedly bit your lip every so often, reminding him of how you’d do that while he’s fucking you hard into the mattress. How your lips parted, and made him imagine sliding his fingers or even better, his cock, inside your warm, inviting mouth.

Ariel considered himself a man with a great deal of self control, but you broke him, and he needed to do something about it. You were a distraction, and distractions had to be dealt with.

You looked up from your book when you heard Ariel stand from his chair and say your name, the suddenness and blunt tone shocking you somewhat. As soon as you saw the look in his eyes, you knew what he wanted, but waited for instructions before you made any sort of move. Instead you stared up at him with wide eyes, pliant and obedient, anticipating his orders.

“Stand up.” Ariel told you sharply, and you did as you were told. As soon as you were on your feet, his hands gripped onto your waist, spinning you around and pressing his front up against your back. You could already feel his sizeable erection pressing into you, even through his jeans. “You’ve been distracting me all day today. I have important work that needs to be done, and you think it’s okay to keep me from it.  That’s not very polite of you.”

You were about to open your mouth to protest, to say that you hadn’t done anything, you’d just been sitting there reading, but you knew that wasn’t what Ariel wanted to hear. “I’m sorry.”

Ariel stayed silent other than an expectant hum, waiting for you to finish your sentence in the appropriate manner. Despite all of your boyfriend’s flaws, he always tried his best to be patient with you.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, feeling Ariel’s fingers digging into your sides as soon as the name passed your lips.

“Good girl,” he praised, rocking his hips gently against your backside, letting you feel how hard you made him, how you had affected him. You moaned, simply from the memory of how he felt inside of you. He spun you around again, so you were facing him, and placed his hand beneath your chin to tilt your head up.

“How can I make it up to you, Daddy?” you asked, batting your eyelashes. That was what Ariel wanted - for you to be polite, compliant, and always eager to please him. A soft smile came over his face as he pretended to think for a moment, as if he hadn’t already decided what he wanted from you.

Silently, he sat back down on his desk chair, skilfully unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans. You got onto your knees on the floor between his legs, immediately knowing what your next task was. Without missing a beat, you pulled his jeans down just enough, before doing the same with his boxers and carefully taking out his thick, already leaking cock.

You leaned forward, taking the head of Ariel’s cock between your lips. You didn’t wait long before taking him inside further - you’d been in this position more times than you could count, and had become accustomed to taking him quickly. Ariel could be somewhat impatient, and the last thing you wanted was to ever disappoint him.

As you began to slowly move your head, taking his cock as far into your mouth as possible before drawing back, Ariel let out a loud groan of satisfaction. His fingers tangled into your hair, gently - at least for now - tugging at the strands as you pleasured him.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he moaned deeply, looking down at you so he could watch his length disappearing in and out of your warm mouth. Almost as soon as he looked down, you looked up, your gazes locking with each other. Your eyes looked so submissive, so desperate to please him, and it made Ariel’s desire to wreck you grow even further. “My good little slut.”

Using the tight grip he had on your hair, Ariel began to take control, determining the speed and intensity of how you took his cock. Tears began to well in your eyes as he used your mouth like a toy, but you weren’t disappointed. You loved nothing more than Ariel letting loose and using you for his own pleasure.

Ariel’s moans and curses were getting louder and more frequent, and that combined with the way he was twitching inside your mouth let you know that he was close. You moaned around his cock at the thought of him spilling all of his cum down your waiting throat.

But Ariel seemed to have a different idea, because all of a sudden he pulled himself from your mouth by your hair, holding you roughly in place with one hand while jerking himself off with the other. Before you even knew what was happening, his cum was spurting onto your face as he let out an almost animalistic growl of your name.

You closed your eyes as he marked you as his own, as if you could ever forget who you belonged to. He kept pumping his cock in his fist until he was too over sensitive to continue, wanting to cover your face as much as he could. As always, you sat there and took it, so obedient and polite for him like he wanted.

For a few moments, you both sat there in silence, struggling to catch your breath as your hearts beat fast and hard within your chests. You waited patiently, knowing not to move until you were given express permission from Ariel.

“What do you say?” Ariel asked, breaking the silence. He leaned back in his chair, breathing heavily, still keeping a firm hold on your hair. Though your eyes were still closed and you couldn’t see, he gazed down at you proudly.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Your voice was quiet and hoarse due to the abuse to your throat, but you made sure to speak at a loud enough volume so that Ariel could hear you clearly. The hand that was fisted in your hair loosened, instead softly petting the strands, praising you for a job well done.

Ariel recovered before you did, and you barely noticed him scrambling around above you, taking something out of his desk drawer. You heard him say your name, and so you looked up at him, then there was the familiar click and flash of his Polaroid camera, as he took yet another photo of you.

Like any good hacker, Ariel knew that there were certain things you kept analogue, private things that you didn’t want anyone to ever find if they happened to break into your computer. Though Ariel’s digital security was top notch - you’d have to be a better hacker than him to break it, and no one was better than him - he still liked to play it safe when his precious possessions were involved.

Ariel’s most secret, precious thing was his collection of Polaroids, taken of you in compromising positions - countless photos of you naked and tied to his bed, or covered in his cum, or with your mouth or pussy stuffed full of his cock. He kept them all in a box hidden under your bed, away from the sunlight that could cause them to fade away. He was strangely sentimental about these photos, and sometimes he’d flick through them, gazing at them fondly, as if he was looking at an innocent photo of you displayed in his wallet.

He set the photo facedown on the desk, and then his attention was all on the real you once again, rather than your image. “Clean yourself up, kitten,” Ariel told you, and since you weren’t provided with any tissues or wipes, you knew that meant he wanted you to do it yourself.

Using your hands, you wiped Ariel’s cum from your face, before taking your fingers into your mouth to lick and suck them clean. Under Ariel’s watchful eyes, you moaned at the taste, devouring it like a starved woman. His cock quickly began to twitch back to life, despite his very recent orgasm. Of course, his fun was not going to end here.

“On my lap,” he ordered, tapping his thigh with his hand for emphasis. You stood up with shaky legs and sore knees, doing as you’re told right away. Ariel’s hands were all over you, squeezing and groping and tweaking, until he allowed his hand to dip beneath the skirt of your thin, loose fitting dress.

You weren’t wearing panties, as Ariel expected of you when you were at home together. He liked to be able to bend you over any available surface and take you right then and there whenever the mood struck him, and underwear was an annoying hindrance to his lust for you.

Ariel groaned against your neck at the feeling of your dripping wetness, coating his fingers as he swiped them through your folds. You shuddered as his digits travelled from your entrance up to your swollen, sensitive clit, and began to gently rub it in circles.

“You’re such a whore, getting this wet just from sucking my cock,” Ariel said lowly into your ear, enjoying the way that you were squirming in his lap. “But you’re my whore, aren’t you, princess? You’d never be like this with someone else?” You nod frantically, but this isn’t good enough for Ariel. “Use your words.”

“O-only for you, Daddy,” you managed to get out, even as Ariel’s finger began moving faster against your clit. He used his free hand to hold you down, so you couldn’t buck up against him to get more friction. Ariel continued to tease and toy with you - a darkly amused grin adorning his face - until you were right up against the edge, and then he slowly pulled his hand away.

You whimpered, and Ariel laughed darkly as he roughly groped your breasts, massaging them in his large hands. Once he’d teased your nipples to hardened peaks, he grabbed at the bottom of your dress, pulling it up and over your head before throwing it to the side. You shivered slightly as the cold air of Ariel’s office reached your skin, but you didn’t have too long to think about it, because all of a sudden his hands were on your hips and lifting them so he could slide his cock into your waiting, soaked entrance.

Ariel dug his teeth into your shoulder as he entered you, hard enough to leave a mark but not to draw blood. For your part, you let out a shaking moan that almost sounded like a sob as you felt yourself being so deliciously stretched out.

“You always take me so well,” Ariel informed you in a low voice, soothing the bite mark he left with a sweet kiss. “That’s because you belong to me, kitten. No one will ever be able to satisfy you like I can.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whined, and you meant it. You knew that in the very unlikely event that your relationship with Ariel ended, nothing would ever be the same. No one would be able to touch you like he did, or fuck you like he did. Make you feel like no one in the world matters besides the two of you like he did. You truly did belong to him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ariel started moving, already at a rough and fast pace as per usual. He grabbed at your hips for dear life, thrusting up into you while you feebly attempted to grind down against him. He felt impossibly good inside of you, and as always, you were a complete mess right from the beginning.

His lips whispered soft curses, praises, and degradations against your skin as he fucked you; never letting you forget how incredible you felt around him, how you were his and no one else’s, how he would never let you leave him. Of course you didn’t want to leave him and would never dream of trying - and really, he knew that - but you always tried to reassure him in times like this.

“I-I’d never leave you, Daddy,” you practically sobbed, your legs quivering at the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Ariel’s mouth once again latched onto your shoulder, now sucking a hickey into your sensitive skin. Speaking was difficult in moments like this, but you persevered for him. “Never. I need you.”

“Yes,” Ariel groaned loudly, clearly very satisfied with your words, but to your surprise, stopped the movement of his hips. You made a confused noise, hoping that Ariel would give you answers, but you got all of the explanation you needed when he lifted you off his lap, before standing up and bending you over a clear area of his desk.

As soon as your face was pressed against the wood of the desk, Ariel once again entered you, his cock reaching deeper inside of you thanks to your new position. His grip on your hips was tight and bruising, possessive as you had come to expect from him. You knew that he would leave his mark on you in every possible way.

“You’re mine,” Ariel leaned over you to whisper into your ear, still pounding into you quick and rough. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to respond - when you opened your mouth all that would come out were moans and almost incomprehensible noises that sounded close to ‘Daddy’. But as difficult as it was to focus on anything but how close you were, you could still hear what he was saying. “Every part of your body belongs to me, kitten. And you’ll do everything I say, won’t you? I know you will, because you’re my good little whore. So you’re going to come right now, and you’re going to thank me for giving you the privilege.”

During his last sentence, you could hear Ariel’s voice trembling just slightly, and you knew that he was close too. All it took was for him to snake a hand between you and start rubbing circles on your clit for you to fall apart, shaking violently and clumsily trying to buck back against him. “Thank you, Daddy,” you nearly screamed, feeling tears beginning to fall from your eyes and onto the desk. You continued repeating this phrase until your voice gave out, and all you could do was lay there and enjoy it without a single thought in your head that didn’t pertain to him.

Even with you tightening like a vice around him, Ariel’s pace didn’t slow down, fucking you hard and fast until he came too, spilling himself deep inside of you with your name on his lips. With his cock still buried within you he practically collapsed on top of you as you both struggled to breathe, but you didn’t mind too much. The feeling of his steadying heartbeat against your back – even through his shirt – was comforting to you. It reminded you of how completely he adored you, how he was all yours as much as you were all his.

It wasn’t long before Ariel moved back to a standing position and slowly pulled out of you, leaving you feel empty and a little achy. He grabbed something from the desk that you couldn’t see, but your vision was all fuzzy. “Stay there,” he told you, as if you’d be able to move anyway, and kneeled down behind you before you heard yet another click. Another photo for his ever growing collection. “Perfect.”

You were still breathing heavily bent over the desk, not sure if your legs would even be able to hold you up if you tried to move. Ariel however, had zipped up his jeans, and settled back down in his chair, sanitising his hands before turning his attention back to the computer screen in front of him.

“Now, I’ve got a lot of work to get done, sweetheart,” he told you sternly, and you heard the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the keys once again. “Try not to be so distracting, will you?”