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[jamiewintons]

Last Resort (Thomas Thorne/F!Reader)

Summary: You and Thomas have been friends since you were very young, yet he never seems to notice how you feel about him. One day when you watch him attempt to woo an actually interested lady, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Alive!AU. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Idiots in Love. Jealous/Possessive!Reader. Regency Era. Premarital Sex Acts. Loss of Virginity (for both Thomas and reader). Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Unprotected Sex. Marriage Proposals.

A/N: Another fic for my request event! The prompts from @missielynne were “Thomas Thorne + Jealous/Possessive Sex + Secret Crush”. Once again I can’t actually stick to the prompts properly - things start out fueled by jealousy but they don’t stay that way, haha…

It’s been quite a while since I’ve written anything for Thomas, so I hope everyone enjoys this!

Word Count: 3311

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Your family and the Thorne family had been close since before you were born, owing to the long friendship between your mother and Mrs. Thorne (née Button). You had been particularly close to Mrs. Thorne’s youngest child and only son, Thomas, since you were both children, and had stayed that way into young adulthood.

This close friendship was beginning to become a problem, however.

It must have been in your teenage years when you realised you had started to harbour romantic feelings for Thomas. Thomas, who fell head over heels for every beautiful woman that came his way, but never for you. Did he see you as like one of his sisters? Or perhaps, due to how long you’d known each other, he hardly even recognised you as a woman and simply as a friend? You desperately wished to tell him how you felt, but it was all so difficult. You didn’t wish to ruin the longest lasting friendship you’d had if Thomas didn’t feel anything for you.

But watching him fawn over other women hurt your heart. You’d lost count of how many times he’d confided in you about his deep, loving feelings for a woman who he’d spoken to once. How many times you’d had to listen to the poetry he had composed for them and give him your feedback on it, when all you wanted was for those words to be for you?

But still, you waited, watched, hoping that somehow Thomas would come to the sudden realisation that you love him, leading him to discover that he’d loved you in return all along without realising. Any of the suitable men that your father arranged for you to meet were of no interest to you, because all you could think about was the silly, romantic poet who had stolen your heart without even knowing it.

Your fortunes started to change when you were at a little get together being held by your parents at your family home. Thomas, of course, was also in attendance. You were sticking close to his side, trying not to look utterly bitter as he attempted to woo a young woman who was also attending the event. You couldn’t quite recall her name, but you were sure you’d seen her around before. She was certainly quite pretty; you could see why she had caught Thomas’ eye.

Everything was going normally, until you noticed something quite peculiar. Unlike every other woman you’d seen Thomas attempt to flirt with before, this lady was actually responding positively. She wasn’t trying to brush him off, she actually liked him.

You felt your heart wrench. She was interested in Thomas. Thomas was interested in her. If things went well between them, a proposal might be made. They would marry without you ever getting your chance to let Thomas know how much you adored him. It was a terrifying thing to imagine the only man you’d ever loved marrying another woman. You abhorred the very thought of it, and right away you knew you had to stop it.

When the woman excused herself for a minute, you saw your chance to strike. Grabbing Thomas by the wrist, you began to drag him out of the main room and into the hallway. Everyone had been so busy chatting amongst themselves that none of them noticed either of you leaving. All the way down the hall, Thomas was questioning you and your motives, his voice somewhat high pitched with shock and confusion.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Where are we going?” he asked you, but you didn’t answer him. Words were not enough, this could only be sorted out with actions. Once you reached your bedroom door, you opened it, pushing Thomas inside and then slipping in after him. You quickly locked it with the latch and then turned back to your utterly baffled friend.

Thomas had no time to question you any longer, because almost immediately after the door was locked your lips were on his. You tangled your fingers in his beautiful soft curls, which you had dreamed of touching ever since your teenage years. You kept kissing him for a few moments, until you realised that he wasn’t reciprocating, and your heart sank. Pulling away, you looked at Thomas, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open in bafflement.

This was it. You’d ruined everything. Thomas was just about to tell you that he saw you as a friend, a sister, that he couldn’t be kissing you like this. Or even worse, due to your little outburst, he might feel like the two of you could no longer be friends at all. Of course, the news would quickly spread to your parents when they realised that you and your former best friend were acting awkward around each other, and then—

To your complete and utter shock, Thomas cut off your thoughts by lunging forward, cupping your face in his hands and crashing his lips against yours.

Like Thomas had earlier, you found yourself unable to reciprocate, at least at first. Once you realised exactly what was happening, you were kissing Thomas back with more passion than you’d ever felt in your life. You’d never kissed anyone like this before, then again you’d never kissed anyone before period. As such it was quite clumsy, as Thomas’ tongue found entrance into your mouth, but still it was perfect. You wouldn’t have wanted this with any other man but him.

Your hands travelled down Thomas’ back as the kiss deepened even further, eventually settling on his backside and pushing him against you, feeling something hardening in his breeches even through the fabric of your clothing. You smiled into the kiss, though your knowledge of what went on between a man and a woman behind closed doors wasn’t very extensive, you certainly knew this was a good sign.

A rush of molten arousal flowed through your body at the feeling of Thomas’ erection pressed against you. Your arousal urged you to take things further, to sate your curiosity and the warm tingling in your lower stomach. You don’t feel entirely in control of your actions when one hand leaves Thomas’ backside in favour of slipping between your bodies, gently beginning to stroke his cock through the fabric.

Thomas lets out a shuddering moan at the feeling of you touching his clothed length. Involuntarily, his hips bucked into your hand, craving more of what you could give him. And you did your best to deliver, with gradually faster strokes that had Thomas burying his face into your neck to muffle the sinful moans that he couldn’t stop from slipping past his lips.

“Not yet,” Thomas said, strained, using all of his willpower to pull himself away from you. For a horrifying split second, you thought that Thomas would leave you here, so aroused and without any relief, but those fears were soon alleviated when he began to slowly move you towards your bed. He kissed your lips hungrily again and again, like he just couldn’t get enough of you. “Forgive me for being such a fool. I can’t believe I never realised how you felt about me. Or how I felt about you.”

“You mustn’t apologise, Thomas,” you said, as the two of you hastily began to unlace and remove each other's clothing. Getting Thomas naked was quite easy, compared to removing all of the many layers of your own garments. Both of your clothes are discarded carelessly in a crumpled heap on the floor. “We both know now, that’s all that matters.”

Once you’re bare, Thomas is completely unable to keep his eyes from roaming up and down your body appreciatively. He’d not seen a naked woman in person before - only in paintings and represented in sculpture - but you were far more beautiful to his eyes than any work of art that could be created. His already prominent erection twitched, as he found his mind overwhelmed with thoughts of what he wanted to do to you; to cover your body in kisses, to pleasure you until the only word you could remember was his name, to make love to you endlessly and bring you to the pinnacle of bliss.

Neither of you were quite sure about how or when you ended up on the bed, but it didn’t seem to matter once you were laying on your back against the pillows, gasping as Thomas’ lips and hands trailed down your body and left goosebumps in their wake. Curiously, he groped at your breasts, relishing in how soft they felt in his hands. Then, he decided to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking until it was hardened into a peak. He did the same to the other, making you whine, before he moved on.

Thomas’ kisses continued downwards until he found himself between your spread thighs, face to face with your glistening wetness. He felt an overwhelming urge to taste you on his tongue; though he had no experience with the act himself, Thomas had heard gossip of men driving women wild with arousal by using their tongues to pleasure them. He felt rather ashamed that he had occasionally touched himself to his recollections of those stories he had been told, to imagining a woman whining and writhing beneath him as he licked her sex until she was screaming. Thomas had ached to try it, so he wasn’t going to miss his chance.

Both of you moaned in unison when Thomas buried his face into your cunt, immediately delving his tongue inside of you to taste you from the source. His fingers dug into your thighs as he withdrew from your entrance and began to lick long stripes up the length of your pussy, noticing you seemed to react more when his tongue touched a little nub near the top.

As such, he began to focus all of his attention there. Thomas alternated between licking and sucking, simply following whatever seemed to make you cry out and tug at his hair the most, and he moaned when you did it, which also seemed to enhance your pleasure. You were babbling above him, and Thomas could feel you bucking your hips slightly in time with his ministrations.

“My God, Thomas, I…” You’d never felt like this in your life. You had touched yourself previously, hidden under your blankets in the dead of night, but it had never been like this. It had felt good, but right now you couldn’t even find the words to describe how you were feeling. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to spread your legs wider or clamp them around Thomas' head so his wonderful, glorious mouth would never stop pleasuring you. “Please don’t stop. Please. Thomas!”

And Thomas didn’t stop. He kept lapping at you until all of the tension in your lower stomach finally snapped, and the most incredible feeling of euphoria overtook your entire being. Thankfully you had the sense to take one of your pillows in your hands and press it over your face, to keep you from screaming so loud that everyone in the house heard you. You were practically sobbing, all thoughts gone from your mind other than those pertaining to Thomas and how he was making you feel. He continued until your body went limp, your legs falling down onto the bed in exhaustion.

You opened your eyes as Thomas rose up from between your legs, his lips and chin glistening with your wetness. You beckoned him up to you and as soon as he was within range, you kissed him fiercely, tasting yourself on him and moaning at the thought of the intimate act he’d just performed on you. Once you’d indulged yourself, you pulled back, staring deeply into Thomas’ eyes. “I want you to make love to me, Thomas.”

“W-we can’t, we’re not husband and wife,” Thomas protested, though he made no effort to move himself away from you, and you could feel his cock twitching against your leg at the thought of being inside of you. “It wouldn’t be right, think of your reputation…”

You lift a hand up to tenderly stroke your thumb against his cheekbone. “Thomas, I’ve loved you ever since I was a teenager. I want to marry you, and I think it’s only fair that since you’ve made such a mess of me, you should take responsibility and make me your wife.” You smiled, leaning up to gently peck him on the lips. 

“Oh, my dear. I’ve had these feelings for you deep inside me for so long, secret to everyone including myself until today. But now I know they have always been there. Of course I will marry you.” Thomas’ own hand came to stroke against your cheek, smiling and you with such adoration that you never could have hoped to see from him. That promise seemed to be the only convincing that Thomas needed, and after wrapping your legs around his waist, he slowly began to push his cock inside of you.

It was quite the stretch, you felt some stinging which led you to dig your fingernails into Thomas’ shoulder. He sheathed himself inside of you very steadily, both for your sake and his - you needed time to adjust, and he was sure he would meet his end too soon if he sped up even a bit. Once he was fully inside of you his face was pressed into your neck again as he whispered sweet praises against your skin.

“My darling, you feel heavenly,” he groaned breathlessly, kissing gently at your throat between each word. “I cannot wait until we’re married, and I can make love to you every morning and night. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, feeling Thomas’ breath hitch at your words. You tightened your legs around him, hoping to give him a signal that you were ready. “Please move, I can’t take it anymore.”

Thomas gave a short nod, and then did as you bid him, starting to rock his hips against yours, making you shudder. It felt so incredible to have him inside of you, to have his body pressed completely against yours. To know that he was yours, and you were his.

Your mouths connected again and you explored each other’s mouths lazily as Thomas gently took you, your hands grabbing at his shoulders. The moans you let out were muffled by his mouth, and you did the same for him. Thomas’ hand stroked up one of your thighs, hitching it up higher on his hip which allowed him to reach deeper inside of you.

“I need to go faster, dear, may I?” Thomas asked, remarkably politely for someone in his current situation. You nodded vigorously, looking into his eyes almost as if you were begging him to do so. With your approval, he began thrusting into you more rapidly, making both of your moans come out louder. Even in your compromised state you knew that wasn’t acceptable - you needed to be quiet, regardless of how good you felt- and grabbed Thomas’ cheeks to pull him down into a passionate kiss, allowing you both to swallow the other’s moans.

Thomas’ hands were gripping your hips, squeezing them like he’d die if he stopped. Though he was attempting to keep up with your kisses, his repeated whispers of your name and “oh God” were making his task difficult. You didn’t know that much about your current activities, but judging by how Thomas’ rhythm was faltering and the way his cock was twitching inside of you, you were sure something was about to happen.

“M-my darling, I’m sorry… i-it’s too much…” Thomas stammered, before hastily pulling out of you. You didn’t even have time to question his actions before you felt him spill onto your stomach, panting and struggling to keep himself upright. But he was determined, and unwilling to leave you without a second high. His hand once again moved between your legs, his thumb rubbing against that place which had brought you so much pleasure before. With how sensitive you were, it took you all of a few moments to climax again, shuddering and gasping until you were completely spent.

Thomas collapsed onto the bed beside you, utterly exhausted. After taking a few moments to catch your breath, your eyes fell to your stomach, where he had spilt himself on you. Looking over to Thomas, you then swept one finger through it, before bringing it to your mouth and slowly sucking it off. You heard him take a sharp inhale at this action, his cheeks flushing an even brighter shade of red.

“Dear, you can’t do things like that. I cannot take it, I won’t be able to keep myself from wanting to take you again.” Thomas’ voice was deeper than usual, and you found you really enjoyed the way it sounded. 

“Would that be so bad?” you asked him, smiling devilishly, and he leaned over to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. When he pulled away, you could see the barely contained lust still in his eyes, and it made another wave of heat flow through you.

“We shouldn’t, my love. At least not until we’re man and wife.” As much as it pained you to wait so long to have him again, Thomas was completely correct. If you happened to get caught in the throes of passion, or God forbid, you ended up pregnant out of wedlock, it would probably ruin your life. So you would have to wait, but it would be so wonderful once you could be together again.

“So you really do want to marry me, then? You weren’t just saying that to get me into bed?”

“Of course not, what do you take me for?” Thomas gasped, absolutely scandalised, and you could hardly keep yourself from laughing at the expression on his face. “I meant what I said when I—”

“Only playing, Thomas,” you soothed, stopping another famous Thomas Thorne rant in its tracks. You moved over a little closer to him so you were able to rest against his shoulder, smiling yet again when he turned his head to pepper more kisses on your face.

You stayed like this for a while, almost having forgotten about everything outside of the room, including the get together that was currently happening just down the hall. As such, it was quite the shock when you heard a voice calling your name outside of your bedroom door, and you sat up abruptly, your heart nearly stopping. After the initial surprise, you recognised it as the voice of your father. He attempted to open the door, but finding it locked, he ceased trying after a few moments. “Y/N, are you in there?” he asked, and though you knew he couldn’t see you, you felt the need to cover yourself up.

“Yes, Father!” you responded obediently. “I’m sorry I rushed away… I was starting to feel a little bit lightheaded, so I decided to take a short lie down.”

“Do you need for me to call the doctor?” You could hear a tone of concern in his voice, and it made you smile.

“No, please don’t worry! I’m feeling much better now. Please give me a few moments, and I will be right back.” You stood up as quietly as you could, and began to pick up your clothing, wanting to get a head start on redressing.

“Of course.” You could hear his footsteps going back down the hallway, but he quickly returned a few moments later. “Now that I think of it, have you seen Thomas anywhere? He seemed to disappear around the same time that you did.”

You paused in your redressing to turn to Thomas, who had started to get dressed himself, having to stifle a quiet giggle. “No, I have absolutely no idea as to where he might be.”

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Welcome back! Today we will (once again) be thirsting over this hot man-shaped ball of stress (pt 11)

Honestly, I just wanted an excuse to look at his softie hair *imagines running my fingers through it* *starts purring like a cat*😽

Even in slightly blurry screenshots he’s sooooooooo pretty😍

Love when my boys are a little bit unhinged

Lord save me my drug is this man😎

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[jamiewintons]

Thomas helping you through a depressive episode would include...

Requested by: Anonymous Warnings: Depression. Thomas Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @veeraine, @iwillstealyourtoes-wattpad, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @memelous-mrs-maisel, @agir1ukn0w, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @thingses-and-stuffses (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!)

● Thomas can tell immediately when you're having an episode. Though he can be rather inconsiderate of other people's feelings, you're his top priority and he always makes sure to know what's going on with you.

● He would slowly approach and sit down beside you, before speaking to you in a gentle voice. "Are you feeling alright, my love?"

● Thomas wouldn't touch you at this point, keeping himself at a respectable distance. He knows that sometimes when you're feeling like this, you prefer to be left alone, but he will always check what you need.

● When you shake your head to indicate that you're not feeling alright, Thomas would ask you if you wanted to talk about it. If you wanted to talk, Thomas would sit with you for as long as it took for you to get everything off your chest, shunning all other distractions.

● If all you needed was for him to hold you, he would certainly be more than willing to do that. He'd wrap you up in his arms, allowing you to lay your head against his chest, and whisper sweet nothings to you; telling you how much he adores you and how precious you are to him.

● Knowing how loved you are is soothing to your mood, and you can feel the emptiness inside you slowly being replaced with warmth thanks to Thomas' presence.

● Thomas makes sure to remind you that no matter how you're feeling, he will always love you, and he will always be around to care for you.

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[jamiewintons]

You’re Gonna Make Me Late (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: Jamie looks so good in his work clothes, and you can’t help but show him how sexy you think he is.

Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+ ONLY!), having sex in the dining room, mostly clothed sex, riding, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, Jamie has a big dick.

A/N: I’m just horny for Jamie in this gif (and also the rest of the time) so I decided to write something for it 😘

Word Count: 1868

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Jamie had been careful to not wake you up when he’d got out of bed to get ready for work. It was your day off, and no matter how much he wanted to talk to you before he left, he wanted you to have your rest even more. So he made sure to get dressed and prepared for work as quietly as possible, stopping a few times to turn back around and admire how beautiful you looked when you were so relaxed and peaceful. He walked over and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before he went downstairs for breakfast - boiled eggs and toast, like every other day.

When you awoke, you quickly realised that you were alone in the bed. You sighed in disappointment, as you’d been hoping to wake up beside your beloved boyfriend, but you looked at the clock on the bedside table and knew you’d have a bit of time before he had to leave for work.

Still a bit sleepy, you got out of bed and exited you and Jamie’s bedroom. You were still wearing your pyjamas - well, one of Jamie’s old t-shirts and a pair of panties - as you quietly walked down the stairs to find Jamie sitting at the dining table, an almost empty plate in front of him. He seemed to be idly watching the morning news, not paying much attention to it. Jamie was dressed for work of course, but his suit jacket was hung over the back of his chair, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how hot he looked.

"Morning, babe," you said with a yawn as you entered the room, and Jamie immediately smiled when he heard your voice. He looked up a moment later, and his cheeks flushed red at the sight of your bare thighs poking out from beneath his t-shirt.

"Morning, love," he replied, taking a sip of his tea, almost as if he were trying to hide his reaction. But he didn’t hide it well enough - he never could - because you noticed the way his eyes travelled up and down your body before eventually settling on his face.

"I missed you when I woke up." You pouted, walking over to where Jamie was sitting and slowly bent down, placing a very brief kiss against his lips before pulling away. Jamie tried to follow to deepen the kiss, but you moved out of his range too quickly.

"I know, I’m sorry. But I thought you’d want a sleep in on your day off," Jamie told you, his big brown eyes apologetic. He reached out to grab your hand, brushing his thumb against your skin and making you shiver a little bit. "You’ve been so stressed lately and I wanted you to rest. Can you forgive me, love?"

You smirked, idly fidgeting with Jamie’s lovely long fingers. "Hmm, maybe. If you’re lucky," you teased, straddling his lap and pressing your body firmly against his. You revelled in the way that Jamie's posture seemed to stiffen almost immediately. "But you’ll have to make it up to me."

Even at your light teasing, Jamie’s pupils were blown wide with arousal, as he looked up at you with flushed cheeks. You loved how easy it was to get him excited; honestly most of the time you just had to be yourself and it would drive him crazy with desire. "And how can I do that?"

"Oh, I think you know how." And with that, you dipped your head down to capture his lips in a passionate, hungry kiss, your hands cupping his face to keep him close. Jamie let out a soft moan as he parted his lips to allow your tongue entry, deepening the kiss. The sound sent a jolt of arousal through your body, pooling in the panties you were wearing beneath Jamie’s t-shirt. Instinctively, you began to roll your hips down against his, and after a few moments Jamie finally pulled away from your lips.

"Love, I have to go to work," Jamie told you breathlessly, though the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off your lips made you feel like he was only saying that out of obligation. You ground your hips down once more and he bit back a curse word, his cock twitching beneath his trousers.

"Aww, you can’t be a little bit late? For me?" You pouted again, knowing that Jamie could never resist you when you gave him puppy dog eyes. One of your hands moved upwards to gently run through his hair, stopping for a second to massage his scalp and make him sigh.

"I suppose I could…" Jamie's hands slid down your back, slipping beneath your shirt so he could gently cup your ass. You giggled, leaning down again to brush your nose against his. "But we should go upstairs-"

You cut him off by pressing your finger against his lips, silencing him before he could even finish his sentence. "Dave’s out of town, Jamie. It’s just you and me. No one’s going to see us." Taking one of Jamie’s hands in yours, you brought it down between your legs to touch the front of your panties. He groaned deeply when he felt how wet you were for him already, and when you heard that sound, you knew that you’d won. There would be no more protests.

Jamie shook his head, smiling affectionately, before capturing your lips in yet another kiss. He softly started to brush his fingers against the soaked fabric of your panties, making you let out tiny whimpering noises into his mouth. "You'll be the death of me," he murmurs without pulling away from the kiss, as he slips two fingers into your panties to begin circling your swollen clit with their tips.

"Oh fuck," you gasped out loud, grinding your hips down against Jamie’s hand to get more friction. As quickly as they’d arrived, Jamie’s fingers move down further, teasing your entrance briefly before slipping inside as his thumb slowly rubbed your clit.

"Just relax, love," Jamie said quietly, peppering gentle kisses against your neck as you squirmed in his lap. Your walls felt so warm and tight around his fingers, and he couldn’t help but moan as he imagined being inside of you once again. "I'll take care of you."

You let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a laugh as Jamie continued to move those wonderful, talented fingers inside of you. "For a man who’s so worried about being late for work…" You paused, groaning as Jamie's fingertips brushed against your g-spot. "You’re certainly taking your time."

"Are you sure you’re ready?" Jamie asked, his fingers stilling inside of you. You let out a whimper of disappointment, already missing the pleasure that he had been providing you. When you gave a slight nod, he slid his fingers out of you carefully, his hand coming to stroke at your inner thigh.

"Believe me, Jamie. I’m ready." You lifted yourself up slightly, reaching down between you and Jamie to undo his belt and trousers. You shimmied them down slightly along with his boxers, allowing his impressive cock to spring free. Taking it gently in your hand, you give it a few slow strokes - smirking at the desperate exhale that Jamie let out at the feeling of your hand against his most sensitive part - before positioning the head at your entrance.

Both of you groaned as you pushed your hips downwards, slowly taking Jamie’s cock into your soaked pussy. You felt the slight sting that you always did whenever you had sex with Jamie, as your walls stretched to accommodate his girth. He nuzzled into your neck, closing his eyes as he waited for you to adjust, his hands resting on your hips and drawing soothing circles against your skin.

"Oh fuck, Jamie," you sighed after a few minutes of adjustment, as you slowly began to move. Jamie's breath caught in his throat, his fingertips digging into your hips as he rocked upwards in rhythm with your downward motions. "God, you feel so good."

"So do you," he murmured in reply, squeezing his eyes shut tighter and just enjoying the euphoric feeling of your wet heat around him as you moved yourself up and down on his cock. He couldn’t believe that he was intentionally allowing himself to be late to work for this - before he met you, he’d never have even considered it - but it felt so good that it was hard to have any regrets. "Jesus, you drive me crazy…"

You laughed weakly, increasing the speed of your hips and beginning to ride Jamie harder and faster. One of his hands which had been resting on your ass slowly snaked up the front of your shirt, cupping your breast and sweeping his thumb over your already hardened nipple. He could feel your walls tighten around him as he did this, and quickly escalated the action by taking your nipple between his finger and thumb and rolling it, making your sounds grow louder.

You let out a breathy, desperate moan, the feeling of Jamie’s fingers gently playing with your nipple increasing your pleasure immensely. It’s not long before Jamie decides to say "fuck it" and push your shirt up so he can capture the pink bud between his lips, softly suckling and making you cry out.

"I… I’m close…" you told him, your voice shaky and a little more high pitched than usual. Judging by the moan that Jamie let out, muffled by your breast, he was getting there too, and he slid his free hand down between your legs to begin stroking your clit once again.

With Jamie’s cock inside of you, his mouth on your breast, and his fingers against your clit, it only took you a few more moments to hit your climax. Your entire body shook as you called out his name, your voice breaking as the immense pleasure washed over your entire being. The feeling of your walls contacting around his shaft when Jamie didn’t last much longer either, with one final thrust he let go, his warm cum filling your quivering pussy.

Both of you had to take a couple of minutes to catch your breath, with you leaning forward to rest your body against Jamie’s, his softening cock still buried deep inside of you. "That was amazing, love," Jamie finally broke the silence, his voice a little hoarse thanks to how much he’d been moaning. "You’re amazing."

"So are you," you said in reply, unable to keep the smile from your face as you rested your forehead against Jamie’s, enjoying this sense of closeness with the man you loved most in the world. You knew that very soon he’d have to get up and leave for work, but right now, you were simply content to enjoy this beautiful moment with him. "I love you, Jamie. So much."

It warmed Jamie's heart whenever you said those words to him, even if you said them a million times over and over. They would always mean as much to him as when he’d heard you say it the very first time. "I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything else in the world."

[pink-booty-butts]

omg!! not gonna lie @adhdthomasthorne i had to look your songs up to listen to them cos i’ve only heard the first one, but i love them!! you have such good music taste!! thank you for tagging me! :D <3

here are my picks!

I’m Born to Run - American Authors

Could Have Been Me - The Struts

Karma - AJR

When I Grow Up - Confetti

Don’t Go Yet - Camila Cabello 

i’m gonna tag @glow-inthe-darkstarz​  @thingses-and-stuffses​ @matbaynton​ and anyone else that wants to do it!! i think all my other moots have done it at this point hahaha

🎶 share 5 songs you actually listen to and then tag some followers you want to know better 🎶

ooo, thanks for the tag @little-deathly-goose! apologies to those i've tagged who may have already done this. i saw i got mentioned and started my take right away! (those who haven't, please don't feel pressured to do this, btw!)

After The Storm - Kali Uchis (feat. Tyler, The Creator & Bootsy Collins)

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Candy - Doja Cat

More Than Words - Little Mix (feat. Kamille)

I Want The World To Stop - Belle and Sebastian

I tag @baynton @goddesstonythetiger @fckedupnerd @sighingrae @the-illuminated-one @toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime @ensign-ancic

[jamiewintons]

Separation Anxiety (Jamie Winton/Reader)

Summary: You have to go away on a trip for work, and Jamie misses you. A lot.

Tags/Warnings: A bit of angst, eventual fluff, Jamie/Layla mentions and one Jamie/Layla flashback.

A/N: I’m back, baby!! To the anon that requested this, I hope you enjoy, and also that your bf comes back to you soon (if he hasn’t already). This is the first thing I’ve written in quite a long time, so I hope it’s passable haha. As always, reblogs, comments and asks are very much appreciated!

Word Count: 1808

Jamie Tag List: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @jamiewintonmybeloved, @clydethesnake, @alinearecta, @notwhateveriwasbefore.

*

Jamie would never try and tell you what you could or couldn’t do. You needed to go on this trip for your job, and of course he wasn’t going to try and make you stay behind purely because of his own anxiety. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried. After losing Layla all those years ago, he was sure that he’d never fall in love again, but you were the one who proved him wrong. If he lost you too, well… he wasn’t sure what would happen, but he knew it wouldn’t be good.

Nothing bad was going to happen to you, he told himself over and over. It was only a week long trip, and you promised to call him every night, so you could talk about your day. Hearing your voice through the phone soothed his anxieties, but he longed to have you back in his arms, safe and sound. Each day at work he would stare at his phone background - a photo of the two of you together, and the way you’re looking at him makes his heart melt - trying to stop himself from thinking that something could happen.

On Friday, you were due back, and Jamie was in a good mood all day. As soon as he got home from work he was planning everything for your return - preparing your favourite dinner, with candles and a bottle of wine you’d been saving for a special occasion -but just before your plane was due to take off, he heard his phone ringing. Your name and photo popped up on his phone screen, and he picked it up and answered immediately.

“Hey, love,” Jamie said into the phone, smiling so widely that his cheeks were already starting to ache with effort.

“Hi, Jamie… I have some bad news,” you said into the phone, letting out a sigh. Jamie felt his heart rate picking up as he considered every possible terrifying scenario that could have occurred. What if you were robbed and lost your ticket, meaning you couldn’t get on the plane? Or you got kidnapped and were ringing him with the kidnapper’s demands? Or— Jamie took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself down so he could just talk to you.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, trying not to sound like the complete nervous wreck that he was. He paced around the room, his palms sweating as he clutched the phone to his ear. “Are you okay?”

“I’m safe, babe, don’t worry. But my flight’s been cancelled. Something about some storm that’s brewing. So I’m not going to be home for a couple more days; Monday, probably.” Jamie felt his heart sink and some tears well up in his eyes when he heard this. You weren’t going to be back with him tonight, or tomorrow or the next day… he’d have to wait until Monday to see you again. He was silent for a few moments, until your voice broke him out of his trance. “Jamie? Are you alright?”

“Y-yes! Of course, I’m fine,” Jamie lied, his voice breaking slightly. He wiped away some tears from his cheek with the hand he wasn’t using to hold his phone. “I was just looking forward to seeing you again. But after a week apart, what’s a couple more days?”

The two of you spoke for a few more minutes, while Jamie tried to sound as cheerful as possible. He didn’t want you to feel guilty, it's not like the storm was your fault, but he couldn’t help but feel upset. Eventually you ended the conversation, both saying ‘I love you’ to each other, before hanging up the phone.

Once you’d hung up, Jamie put his phone down on the kitchen counter. He sighed heavily, burying his face in his hands, trying to keep himself from crying. Taking a few deep breaths, he looks around the kitchen at the dinner he’d been preparing. It wasn’t going to last until you got back on Monday, so he’d have to cook it for himself and eat it alone. He put the wine away and blew out the candles. It would be a bit silly to eat alone with this romantic setup. Once the dinner was cooked, he sat down at the dining table, eating as much as he could. Jamie found that he wasn’t that hungry, so he barely ate a few mouthfuls before putting the leftovers away in the fridge.

Jamie went to bed early, but it took him longer than usual to get to sleep. He found himself staring at the photo of you that he kept on the bedside table, stroking his thumb over the image of your face as he wished you were there beside him, wrapped up in his arms. After what felt like forever, he drifted off into a dreamless and somewhat fitful slumber, until he awoke the next day.

Saturday and Sunday weren’t particularly interesting. He’d made a few plans for the two of you to spend time together, so without you there, he was somewhat directionless. Dave quickly noticed that Jamie was wallowing, and convinced him to play some video games for a bit to distract himself. But Jamie wasn’t too enthusiastic, and ended up giving up after about 20 minutes of Dave destroying him in Super Smash Bros. He talked to you on the phone both nights, which made him feel a bit calmer for a while, allowing him to get to sleep.

On Monday, Jamie was anxiously excited for you to return. Your flight was due at around 3pm, so he planned on taking the rest of the day off work once he’d picked you up. He couldn’t keep himself from staring at the clock on his phone, which made the hours feel infinitely slower. It got to the point where he ended up putting his phone away so he’d stop staring at it, but once he’d done that, he just kept glancing at his watch instead.

Jamie arrived at the airport at around 2pm. He knew that it was probably too early for him to be there, but he wanted to make sure he was there on time to see you as soon as you walked through the gate. Besides, he’d wait as long as he needed to if it meant seeing you again.

Then, it was 3pm. Your plane hadn’t landed yet, and Jamie felt his heart begin to race again. If he were in a more logical state of mind, he’d tell himself that planes were late all of the time; it wasn’t a big deal. But in reality, it was at that moment - when he looked over towards the coffee shop - that he started to think about the last time he was here. Probably the most terrifying day of his life.

~

Jamie had a massive grin on his face as he and Layla - just back from their two week-long honeymoon - stepped through the gate into the bustling airport. Layla had been very quiet on the flight back, like there was something on her mind, but when Jamie asked she insisted that she was just tired.

As they walked towards the front doors of the airport, eager to start their married life together properly, Layla stopped in her tracks all of a sudden. Jamie stopped as well, looking down at her in concern.

“How about I go and grab us some coffee, and you bring the car around. I think we both need some caffeine after that flight. Meet you outside?” Layla suggested, and Jamie leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

“Of course, love.” He gently pushed some stray strands of hair away from her face, looking at her with an adoring gaze. “Don’t be gone too long. I’ll miss you.”

Little did Jamie know those would be the last words he’d say to his wife of only two weeks. Layla never came back with the coffee, and Jamie had spent almost five hours outside, sitting in the car, hoping that she’d return. But she didn’t.

~

As Jamie thought of that day - the day that had ruled his life, and had convinced him that he could never be happy again until he met you - he slipped into an almost trance-like state as he relived the horrible memory. He didn’t even realise that some tears had been forming in his eyes until he heard a familiar voice speaking to him, which snapped him back to reality.

“Are you okay, babe?” you asked, as you looked up at him with brows furrowed in concern. Jamie felt his heart leap with joy as he saw you, and without even thinking, he cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours, savouring the feeling of your presence once again.

Once Jamie pulled back from the kiss, he couldn’t keep the massive grin off his face, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m wonderful, love. Absolutely wonderful. You’re here - what could be better than that?”

“Aww, Jamie. You’re so sweet,” you said with a giggle, taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers. Jamie looked down at your joined hands and smiled, his heart warming at the sight. Somehow, this simple touch made up for the time you’d been apart, and suddenly, all he could feel was happiness.

“I missed you so much. I know it was only a week and a bit, but it felt like forever,” Jamie admitted, his cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment. He didn’t want to sound too needy or clingy, but he knew it was important to let you know how he felt.

“I know! It was awful!” you replied, letting out an exasperated sigh. Jamie took your suitcase and carried it as the two of you walked out of the airport, towards his car. “When they told me about that storm, I nearly had a breakdown because all I wanted was to come back home to you. You know, I don’t think I want to spend one more night without you beside me.”

Jamie’s eyes widened, but once he recovered from the initial shock, his expression softened. “Love, is that your way of asking if we can move in together?”

“Maybe,” you said bashfully, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I mean, if that would be okay with you.”

“Of course it’s okay with me, more than okay. It sounds perfect.” Jamie’s entire body felt warm, thanks to the joy of knowing you felt the exact same way he did. He wanted to pick you up and spin you around, but he decided it was best to resist the urge, since you were in the airport car park.

“I love you, Jamie,” you told him softly as the two of you packed your luggage into the boot of Jamie’s car.

“I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything.”

[jamiewintons]

The Perfect Husband (William Agar/F!Reader)

Summary: Only two months into your marriage, you notice something interesting about your husband.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Married William/Reader. Dom!William. Praise Kink. Marking/Hickeys. Unprotected Sex. Hair Pulling.

A/N: My first time writing a fic for William! This is one of the fics for my request event, and the prompts this time were “William Agar + Marking/Hickeys + Praise”. I hope you enjoy, and reblogs and comments are always appreciated.

Word Count: 1326

William Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @memelous-mrs-maisel, @agir1ukn0w, @alinearecta, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @clydethesnake

*

Everyone likes to be praised on occasion, to know that their efforts don’t go unnoticed by those around them, of that you are sure. But you were beginning to believe that William — your husband of a little over two months — was somewhat different in this aspect.

Whenever you praised him, regardless of what it was for, he would end up awfully flustered, his face flushing a pleasing shade of red. At first, you thought it was simply that he was flattered, but it didn’t take you long to realise that it was something more than that. He was aroused by your simple, sweet words.

Once you noticed this, you decided to closely observe him in other social situations. Being praised by others — which unfortunately didn’t happen that frequently, his work often went unnoticed and unappreciated — didn’t have the same effect on him. He would be flattered, yes, but he would not be aroused whatsoever, which you were certainly glad for. If he did get aroused by other people's praise, you're sure you would find yourself quite jealous.

So, he was aroused by your praise, and your praise alone. That had given you an idea, one that you were excited to try out, and you knew that you wouldn’t have to wait long to do so.

*

You and William have grown quite fond of your… marital activities, and have a tendency to perform them often. Almost every night, in fact, and tonight was no different.

Here you are, in your bed together, both completely bare and in the throes of passion. You are straddling William’s lap, his cock buried deep inside of you and his mouth almost always attached to your neck. His large hands hold onto your hips with an almost bruising grip, controlling the pace of your movements.

Both of you usually found it quite difficult to speak during these times, barely able to string together a basic sentence without moaning loudly or completely forgetting what you wanted to say. But you wished to test something, so you fought through the fog of your arousal and primal instincts to speak your thoughts aloud.

“William,” you gasp, feeling his teeth scrape gently against the sensitive flesh of your neck. Your arms, which are wrapped around his back, squeeze him tighter. “William, my God, you feel incredible.”

You’re rewarded with a deep groan against your skin, so you decide to keep this going. “Y-you always make me feel so good, William. I…I wish that we never had to leave this bed.” His grasp on your hips tightens, and he starts thrusting up into you a little faster.  You whine, bringing one of your hands up to tangle in his soft hair, tugging gently.

At this, William’s kisses and nips to your throat grow more passionate. You can tell now that if he carries on like this, he is most certainly going to leave marks. The thought of your husband leaving his mark on you, claiming you as his own, turns you on even further, your lower stomach burning with desire. Of course later, you would have to find some way to cover them up - walking around with those kinds of marks on full display would be simply - but in this moment, you wished for him to leave little purple bruises all over your body.

You sob out William’s name again as his hand comes to your breast, squeezing and massaging, while he continued his relentless assault on your neck. He looks up at you for just the slightest moment, but the animalistic glint in his eye has you grabbing at his hair even harder.

You’re teetering on the edge, so close, yet you know you need something a little more to push you over it. “William, please…” you breathe, at this point struggling even more so to speak when everything feels so overwhelmingly good. “I can’t take it anymore, please, darling, I need to come.” You continue to babble vague praise, about how good it feels to be fucked by him, and how much you need to feel him inside of you, before William finally withdraws from you.

William is often like a different man during sex, much more dominant and assertive, though clearly still only thinking of your pleasure and satisfaction. He manoeuvres your body on the bed and you allow him to do so, with you on your hands and knees facing the headboard, while he is positioned behind you, tightly gripping your plush hips once again.

You don’t even need to speak for William to get back to work, his painfully hard cock entering your sensitive, dripping cunt. You let out a loud, shuddering moan at the feeling, this position allowing him to hit deeper spots than was possible before. You’re gripping onto the pillow in front of you for dear life, honestly beginning to worry that you might tear it apart with your fingernails by accident. William’s unabashed moans from behind you and the way he’s roughly thrusting into you has you tightening around him, just about ready to burst.

You’re quite incapable of speaking once your orgasm hits you, but your sobs and the way your arms give out from under you from the pleasure is all of the praise that William needs. You’re fluttering around him as he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, trying to prolong the euphoric feeling. 

Though you thought yourself no longer capable of speech, all of a sudden, your voice returns to you and you’re begging, begging in a tone that you don’t even recognise as your own. You had thought that in the short time you have been married, the two of you had already reached the pinnacle of passion and bliss, but every night you were proven wrong. “William, I need to feel you come undone, I need you to fill me, darling, please!” You hear a sharp gasp from William, his fingers digging deeper. Only one, two more thrusts of his hips and he stills, and he does as you asked, spilling his warmth inside of you.

Both of you are breathing heavily, with you falling down onto the bed, completely and utterly exhausted. It takes a moment for William to move, slowly pulling out of you and making you whimper thanks to now feeling empty. He practically collapses onto the bed beside you, taking a few deep, laboured breaths, before he snaps back to reality.

“Oh, darling… I am so sorry.” When you look over to him, William’s eyes are wide in utter shock at what he has done. He’s studying the marks all over your neck, a mess of red and purple bruises. “I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me, my love.”

You smile at the familiarity of William's words. It was like this every single time. “William, dear. How many times must I tell you that I enjoy the way you are when we make love?” With much effort, you move closer to William, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, looking into his eyes with such love. “And especially this time. I would not have been praising you like that if I did not enjoy it.”

“Are you sure?” William asks you seriously, his eyebrows furrowed in a quizzical expression. “You’re not simply saying that because I am your husband and you feel like you must?”

“Of course not, dear. If I ever feel uncomfortable, I will make sure to tell you right away.” You nuzzle into William’s neck, still smiling. You relish in how warm his bare skin feels against your own. “Though I doubt I will ever need to. You are the most perfect husband a woman could ask for.”

You see William’s eyes darken yet again with lust, and feel his cock already beginning to twitch back to life at just the smallest bit of praise. A grin spreads over your face, knowing that your activities for tonight are far from over.

[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!).

*

“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.

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@glow-inthe-darkstarz love that for u bestie🥰

made a little dancey dance edit. was loads of fun but almost killed my phone [small s3 spoilers again lol]

[jamiewintons]

A Break in Routine (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: Jamie’s staying late at work, but with the impending end of the world, all you want is to spend some time with him. Maybe this is your chance to fulfil one of your long-time fantasies?

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Desk Sex. Teasing. Fingering. Unprotected Sex. Slightly Dominant Jamie. Mentions of Death/End of the World. Implied Breeding Kink.

A/N: The first of the prompt fills for my request event; the prompts were “Jamie Winton + Desk Sex + Awkward Flirting”. I must admit, the "awkward flirting" part of the prompt kind of got away from me, so I'm instead interpreting it as Jamie reacting to the flirting awkwardly. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Word Count: 2879

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

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Well, this is the man I fell in love with, you think to yourself, idly playing with a loose thread hanging off of your skirt. You sigh, looking at him hunched over his desk, scribbling away at some paperwork. Some paperwork that really didn’t need to be done, considering that the world was going to end in approximately two weeks, and everything – this bank, all the paperwork, and the two of you – would be gone, like it had never existed in the first place.

But he loves his routine, and so he continues to show up to work every day even when no one else does. It makes him feel calmer in the face of death, he would insist.

You only wish that Jamie had instead decided to spend all of the time he had left with you, but at least he’d conceded today, and asked if you could stay by his side while he worked. Unfortunately, he decided he needed to stay late tonight, and as the evening became later and later, you grew increasingly impatient. Jamie was so focused on his work that he hadn’t noticed any of your exaggerated, exasperated sighs, which had been all a ploy to grab his attention.

This just won’t do. You’re determined that you’re going to tick at least one thing off of your bucket list before that comet destroys everything. So quietly, you stand up, removing your jacket and draping it over the back of your chair. Jamie doesn’t seem to notice that you had moved.

To demand his attention, you break the silence - which had been lingering for at least half an hour at this point - first by clearing your throat, and then by speaking up. “I think you should take a break,” you tell him, keeping your tone soft and relatively neutral. You don’t want him to know exactly what you’ve got in store for him just yet.

Jamie’s hand doesn’t cease moving, continuing to focus on the paperwork even as he speaks to you. You cross your arms over your chest, mildly irritated at not being his top priority. “I’m almost done, sweetheart. I know you’ve been waiting a long time, but I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

“You said that an hour ago, Jamie,” you say, with yet another sigh.

Now it’s Jamie's turn to sigh, and you can tell from his eyes that he feels guilty, but his gaze is still locked firmly on the paper in front of him. “I know. I’m really sorry, but I do mean it this time.”

“Well… this is important, and it can’t wait.” Finally deciding that it’s time to just take what you want, you put yourself between Jamie’s chair and his desk, blocking his view of his work. Your boyfriend looks up at you with confused eyes, only for you to lean towards him, your lips so close to his ear that they touch it when you begin to seductively whisper. “I want you to fuck me, Jamie.” Your hand rests on his thigh now, and you feel him tense beneath you. “On this desk. Right now.”

With how close you are to him, you can hear his breath quicken at your words. You smile to yourself, your hand taking a firmer grip on his thigh. Jamie blinks rapidly, trying to find the words to respond to what you’ve just said. “Love, we… we can’t do that…”

“Why not?” you ask him, and pull back to be able to look into his eyes as he considered his answer. His cheeks had gone that shade of pink that you loved, nearly the same shade as those pink boxers he always wore. You trailed your hand further up his thigh, getting dangerously close to his already hardening cock. “Come on, are you seriously telling me that you’ve never thought about it?”

Jamie stays silent, the blush on his cheeks only getting brighter and brighter. He awkwardly fidgets with the buttons of his jacket, trying not to betray the fact that he definitely has thought about it. When the day was getting far too stressful and he knew that you were the only one who could bring him any comfort. Or when you’d come into the bank to visit him, and his eyes couldn’t help but linger on the parts of your thighs he could see, uncovered by your short skirt. He’d certainly thought about it, but it was just that; a fantasy. One that shouldn’t be replicated in real life, owing to how utterly inappropriate it was to have sex at work.

“You haven’t thought of me kneeling down under your desk, unzipping your trousers and taking you into my mouth? No one else can know what I’m doing, so you have to try and keep a straight face when I’m making you feel so good?” Your hand leaves Jamie’s thigh, and his eyes flicker up to you, mourning the loss of contact. Instead, you shift his paperwork out of the way, and take a seat on his desk right in front of him. “You haven’t thought of sweeping everything off the desk and fucking me on top of it? Because I certainly have. Every time I step foot in this place. After I leave, I always find myself needing to, well… take care of business.”

Jamie takes a sharp inhale, overwhelmed by the fact that every time you visit him at work, you end up touching yourself to the thought of him fucking you on his desk. Part of him wonders how long you would wait to do it. Would you wait until you got back home? Or did you sometimes find yourself so turned on that you couldn’t help yourself but do it in your car, before you could even think about driving home? He swears under his breath as those images invade his mind. Already, his resolve is beginning to slip, and the paperwork he’d been trying to finish seems far, far away, to the point that he barely remembers it.

You know that Jamie is so close to giving in, and you’re so close to getting what you want. You cross one of your legs over the other, drawing his attention to your thighs, before speaking again. “Come on, honey, what’s the harm? It’s just the two of us here, the place is all locked up… you can do whatever you want to me, and no one will see or hear us.”

With that last push, something in Jamie’s eyes changes and before you even know it, he’s on his feet and pushing your legs apart so he can fit in between them. One hand tangles in your hair as he crashes his lips against yours with an almost bruising roughness, while the other rapidly slides up your thigh until it’s beneath your skirt and the tips of his fingers are millimetres away from touching your panties. You smile into the kiss, feeling Jamie’s very prominent erection, and you bring your hand down to brush your fingers against it through the fabric of his trousers. At this contact, Jamie deepens the kiss further, making you whimper and leaving you breathless.

Jamie’s just about to push you down onto the top of the desk, but suddenly he notices all of his work supplies and stationary still in their proper places sitting on the surface. “Hold on, I, uh… I need to get this out of the way.” To your surprise and horror, Jamie pulls away from you, starting to pick up all of his things and placing them meticulously on the other end of the desk. It baffles you to understand how he could even have the presence of mind to think about a few pens and sticky notes when you can barely think at all.

For a few moments, you simply watch him as he goes along, neatly rearranging things. It’d probably be funny if you weren’t so horny, but you were so you could hardly see the humour in it. When Jamie gets close enough to you, and he reaches out to grab the stapler that was beside your leg, you take hold of his wrist and stop him in his tracks.

“I’ve been waiting patiently all day,” you tell him, pouting. He opens his mouth to say something, probably about how it would take just a little bit longer for him to be done, you quickly cut him off. “None of this stuff is going to matter for much longer, Jamie. Please, don’t keep me waiting. I need you.”

Jamie hesitates. His eyes flicker between your face - as you look up at him with pleading eyes, flushed cheeks, and biting your bottom lip - and the stapler beside you. Then he looks again. And once more. After that, it only takes a few more seconds of consideration before he pulls you off the desk and brushes all of the remaining items off of it with a sweep of his arm. You barely even hear the sound of work supplies clattering onto the floor, before he lifts you onto the desk and pushes you back so that you’re laying down on the surface.

His lips are on yours in an instant, though they don’t linger there for long. Soon his kisses are trailing down to your jawline and then to your neck, where he sucks a mark into the sensitive flesh. All the while his hand slips back under your skirt, grabbing at your panties and pulling them down your legs. You do your best to lift your lower body up to make it easier to remove them, though it’s a little difficult with Jamie on top of you. He manages to get the pesky garment out of the way, letting them fall to the floor before his fingers are teasing at your already soaked entrance.

You moan loudly as one long finger slips inside of you, your hand gripping onto the fabric of Jamie’s shirt. A similar noise escapes Jamie when he feels how tight and wet you are, even around just a single digit. He begins moving his hand, eager to stretch you out so you’ll be able to take him. A second finger quickly joins the first, and before long, a third one does too. You’re squirming and whining as Jamie prepares you, wrapping your legs around him so tightly that it’s difficult for him to pull away.

He manages however, and once he’s withdrawn his fingers from you, you sit up a little so you can watch as he unbuckles his belt, before pulling his trousers and boxers down just enough to free his painfully hard cock from its confines. “Are you ready?” he asks, his voice slightly deeper than usual, and you immediately squeak out an affirmative answer, your eyes locked on his intimidating length. Once you’ve given your consent, he’s back between your legs and flipping your skirt up, before slowly, carefully pushing inside of you.

It stings a bit as you struggle to take him in - though that's true every time you have sex, regardless of how much time he puts aside to prepare you - and once he’s completely sheathed inside, you close your eyes tightly and grasp Jamie’s shoulder, adjusting to the feeling of being so ridiculously full. As you do so, Jamie presses his face against the side of yours, whispering soft, soothing praises in your ear as his large hands massage your thighs in an attempt to make you feel more comfortable. With each passing second, the pain fades away, and is replaced with a burning desire for him to just start moving already. For him to fuck you until you’re both pushed over the edge.

A quiet, strained “Jamie, please”, seems to get the point across, and he pulls back to look at your face, wanting to make sure that you’re ready. You nod, a whimper escaping you, and you brace yourself as both of his hands come to hold your hips.

Jamie starts off with slow, shallow thrusts - though they’re more than enough to have you gasping out loud, and scrambling to wrap your legs around his midsection once again. You tuck your arms beneath Jamie’s own, digging your fingernails into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. 

His lips find their way back to yours, your messy, open-mouthed kisses only being interrupted by the moans being pulled from both of you as Jamie begins to speed up the pace of his hips. With every thrust he’s managing to hit that sweet spot inside of you, making you squeeze him tighter with both your legs and hands.

Eventually the kisses become impossible to maintain, with how you’re practically gasping for air, so Jamie’s lips return to your neck, gently nipping and sucking and marking you even more. Now his pace is getting faster, rougher, and it’s making your head spin. You try to speak, to beg for him, but all that comes out is semi-coherent babbling; sobbed out curse words and the word “please” over and over.

Jamie knows that you’re close. He can feel it from the way you’re squeezing around him unbelievably tight, how your hands are struggling to find purchase against his shoulders but your grip is failing. All you need is that last little push and he has to do it quickly, because he knows that he’s going to come soon too, and he’ll be damned if he finishes before you’re satisfied.

He manages to pry himself from your grip and you whine at the loss of contact, but once he’s pulled back a bit and begun rubbing circles on your aching clit with his thumb, you’re no longer complaining. This combined with his deep, rough strokes has you coming hard within moments, bucking your hips up against his as your cunt pulsates around his cock. Jamie does his best to go on for as long as he can, to prolong your climax as much as possible, but soon enough it’s too much for him. He buries himself inside you as far as he can, his hips stilling with a long, breathless moan of your name as he fills you with his cum.

You feel almost like you’re seeing stars as you come down from your high, your chest moving up and down harshly. Jamie’s peppering soft kisses all over your face, murmuring sweet praises and pet names into your skin as he struggles to steady his breathing as well. Once you feel in control of yourself again you smile contentedly, bringing your hands up to run your fingers through his impossibly soft hair. You stay like that for who knows how long, just enjoying the feeling of being so close, so connected.

However it eventually becomes uncomfortable to remain in your current position, so Jamie has to slowly pull out, his legs still a little shaky from his orgasm. He looks down, and watches with barely contained interest as some of his cum leaks from your spent pussy, considering trying to push some of it back inside with his fingers - definitely because he was concerned about making a mess, and no other reasons - but decides against it on the grounds that you’re probably feeling too sensitive.

As he tucks himself back into his pants, Jamie feels worn out, but there’s no way he’s as exhausted as you look; nearly passed out there on his desk. Still, you give him that warm, loving smile, making him feel a little giddy, even after what you’ve just done. He has no idea why he’d been bothering with boring paperwork when he could be spending all of his time with you.

“I hate to say I told you so…” you begin, smugly but sweetly, and Jamie can’t help but let out a quiet laugh.

“But you did tell me so.” Jamie leans down to pick up your underwear, and when he’s standing back up again, he just happens to glance at his watch and his eyes widen. “Shit, I didn’t realise how late it was. We need to get home.”

He looks around at the mess he left when he swept everything off the desk and briefly considered tidying it up, but then his gaze returned to you. Who cares about a few bits of stationery and paperwork? All he wants to spend all the time he has left with you. In his last moments, was he going to be thinking about the bank and how he wished he’d cleaned up, or was he going to think of all the things he missed doing with you?

Jamie knows his answer, and he doesn’t know why he had been spending so much time and energy on something that in the grand scheme of things, didn’t even matter. With that thought on his mind, he picks up his bag, wanting to get you home and cook you a nice dinner. “Ready to head home, love?”

“Uh, Jamie?" you say, as you try and then fail to sit up. He's right there in an instant, tenderly stroking your arm as he looks at you with concern in his eyes. "I think you’re going to have to carry me to the car. Not sure if I can still walk after that.”

Jamie grins. “Of course.”

[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!)

*

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?”

[jamiewintons]

The Best Painkiller (Chris Pitt-Goddard/F!Reader)

Summary: You're struggling with period cramps, and Chris comes up with an ingenious idea to help relieve them.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY!). Period Sex. Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Blood.

A/N: Requested by an anon who's having a difficult period!! I feel you!! I hope that this can bring you at least a little comfort. If the idea of period sex makes you uncomfortable, please don't read this! I don't want you to get grossed out! But if you do decide to read it, I hope you enjoy <3

Word Count: 1754

Chris Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @agir1ukn0w, @thingses-and-stuffses (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!)

*

Your cramps have been bad this month, so bad that you hardly even want to get out of bed. Thankfully, today is your day off, so you have an excuse to do nothing but lay around in your pyjamas and eat your favourite sweets until the pain fades away.

But for some reason, painkillers just aren't doing the trick today. They had managed to dull the pain a little, but you can still feel it, even as you clutch your heat pack to your lower stomach. It's difficult to relax when you felt like this, so it's not like you're having an enjoyable day off.

It's somewhere in the mid-morning when you hear a knock at the door, startling you out of your daze. You sit up on the sofa, confused, because you certainly aren't expecting anyone over today, but when you hear the voice of your visitor, you're immediately relieved.

"Babe! It's Chris! Are you home?" he calls out, and you slowly get up from the sofa to go and open the door. Once you've opened it, you see Chris there, a massive grin on his face. He looks you up and down, noticing that you're still wearing your pyjamas. "Did you sleep in?"

"Yeah, I'm not feeling so well," you explain, and see that Chris looks a little concerned. "It's nothing serious, just some stomach cramps."

All of a sudden, a sharp pain hits you, and you clutch your stomach as if that's going to make the pain disappear. Chris' hand comes to touch your arm. "Are you sure you're alright, babe? It seems bad."

"Oh, it's just..." You feel slightly embarrassed admitting it, and your face goes a little red, but you tell him anyway. "...That time of the month, you know?"

"Ah, I see. That explains all of the sweets wrappers over there?" Chris points to the coffee table over by the sofa, which is indeed covered in the remnants of your snacking endeavors.

"Yeah... sorry it's a bit of a mess," you say sheepishly, wishing that you'd known he was coming over so you could have tidied up a little in advance. But in classic Chris fashion, he seems unbothered by the state of your flat.

"Don't worry about it." Chris waves it off, and once again you're thankful for your boyfriend's carefree attitude. Another pain hits you, and Chris takes your hand in his. "How about we go and lie down? You'll be more comfortable that way."

You nod and smile, and Chris begins leading you to a more comfortable place. You're expecting to just end up on the sofa again, but he's already making a beeline to your bedroom, which now that you think of it would definitely be more comfortable.

Once you're both laying on the bed, Chris cuddles you from behind, resting his head against your shoulder. When you tense up from another wave of pain, he brushes his lips against your neck to try and distract you.

"Now that I think about it, I might know a way to help you," Chris says, and even without seeing his face, you know that a mischievous smirk is forming, judging by the tone in his voice. "One time I read that sex can make the pain go away." One hand comes to rest on your hip, teasing the waistband of your pyjama pants, but waiting until you say the word to go any further.

You're a little shocked that Chris is suggesting this - pretty much every other guy you've been with has been disgusted by the idea of your period, and wouldn't even think of touching you during that time of the month. But Chris seems just as eager to get in your pants as he would on a normal day, but he also wants to help you with your pain. You do remember reading something similar saying that orgasms can be good for cramps...

"Are you sure? You don't think it's gross?" you ask, definitely intrigued but still somewhat concerned. Chris scoffs.

"Nothing about you is gross, babe," he tells you, and that makes you smile. "So, what do you say? Are you going to let me be your painkiller?"

You giggle quietly. Getting rid of your pain and having sex with your boyfriend sounded like a win to you. "Yeah, alright," you say, and Chris presses another kiss to your neck. "But could you maybe get a towel? I don't want to make a mess on my bedding."

"I'll be back in a second!" Chris jumps off the bed and scurries off to fulfill your request, moving faster than you've ever seen him. It's only a few moments before he returns, holding one of your old, raggedy towels in his hands. He spreads it out on the bed beside you, before gesturing toward it with a smirk and a wink. "The doctor will see you now."

You shuffle over so that you're laying on top of the towel, and Chris is on the bed and between your legs in a flash, grabbing at the waist of your pyjama pants and pulling them down. Next comes your period underwear, which is also thrown away carelessly so that he can get to work.

With just a few flicks of his tongue against your clit, you can already feel your pain beginning to fade away. You let out a sigh of relief as you thread your fingers through Chris' hair, messing it up even more than usual. He's gripping your thighs as he goes, seemingly not bothered by the idea that he might get blood on him, and at this moment even you can't bring yourself to think about that possibility.

Chris alternates between licking and sucking at your clit, his movements getting faster and more intense as he attempts to relieve your pain. Said pain is far, far away from your mind as you moan for him, squeezing your thighs around his face.

One last suck and you're gone, groaning out his name as you grind yourself against his mouth, riding out your orgasm until you're spent. You might have been embarrassed at how quickly Chris could make you come like this, but really you couldn't complain, especially right now.

Catching your breath, you open your eyes to look down at Chris, who you could see smirking up at you from between your legs. He rises up a little higher, and to your horror, you can see a bit of red staining his chin. Awkwardly, you gesture to your own chin. "Um, you've got a little..."

"No worries, babe." Without a care, Chris uses the towel beneath you to wipe his chin clean, before crawling up your body so that you are face to face with him. This is one of the times that you're very glad for your boyfriend being so strange, because you're pretty sure that a lot of other men would have a problem with doing what he just did. "So, how are you feeling?"

Somewhat empowered by the idea that Chris isn't grossed out, you decide to take things a little further. "It feels a lot better," you tell him, breaking out into a smirk of your own, "but I can still feel a little bit of pain. Maybe another orgasm will do the trick?"

"I think I can manage that," Chris says, and you don't doubt it, as you can feel his prominent erection pressed against your thigh. "Anything to make sure that my baby isn't in pain."

He sits up and quickly removes all of his clothes, throwing them in various directions around the room, and before you know it he's completely bare. You bite your lip at the sight of his impressive cock, opening your legs just the slightest bit to further demonstrate your willingness.

Chris moves over you, pushing your legs back a bit so that he had better access. You feel the tip of his cock against your entrance, and moments later he's pushing inside, both of you moaning out loud at the feeling. As always, it's quite a tight fit, but you manage it, enjoying him stretching you out with every inch.

He begins thrusting inside you slowly and gently, not starting off at a fast pace like he often tends to. It feels a little different from when the two of you usually have sex, but definitely not in a bad way. You feel a little more sensitive, already squirming your hips beneath Chris.

"Fuck, you feel so good, babe," Chris groans, enjoying how warm and slick you felt around his cock. He slides in and out easily, beginning to quicken his pace, but making sure to keep his thrusts relatively gentle, as he doesn't want to worsen your pain. His fingers dig into the plush flesh of your hips, curse words and your name escaping his lips.

You open your legs further, just wanting Chris to be deeper and deeper inside of you. His lips come to your neck, lightly nipping and sucking at the flesh as his hips move faster. Your nails scratch down the soft skin of his back, too caught up to even worry that you might leave marks.

As your second orgasm approaches, you're whining Chris' name in his ear, your pussy tightening around him letting him know that you're close. He sits back up once again so that he can bring his fingers to your clit, expertly massaging it and increasing your pleasure.

It only takes a few circles before you're falling over the edge again, gasping and bucking your hips as Chris fucks you through your climax. He holds up for a frankly impressive amount of thrusts before he's coming too, spilling himself inside of you with a loud groan of your name. He rests his head against your shoulder as the both of you recover, your heavy breathing the only sound left in the room.

"At least we know that there's no chance I got you pregnant," Chris says with a grin, breaking a couple of minutes of peaceful silence as you both came down from your highs. You giggle, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. "Now, did that do the trick? Or do we need a round three?"

"I think I'm a little too tired for another go," you admit, and you can hear Chris laugh quietly. You bring a hand up to stroke through his soft brown hair, as he nuzzled into your neck. "But that really did help, Chris. Thank you."

"Anytime, babe."

[agir1ukn0w]

Thanks @ilostmycommunicator!! I don’t normally do these so bare with me😄

Relationship status: single

Favorite color: green like the forest and blue like the ocean/sky

Favorite food: sushi

Song stuck in my head: “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” by The Beatles

Last thing I googled: the beatles being chaotic (I’m on a bit of a Beatles kick atm)

Time: 10:30am (MST)

Dream trip: England (I miss it so much!!!!!)

Ok here goes *cracks knuckles*…..

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Exactly ten, yippeeee!! Love you guys🥰

Tag 10 ( or however you want) people you want to know better

Thank you @munningham-heart for tagging me <3 <3

Relationship status: single

Favorite color: green like the forest

Favorite food: I’m Norwegian so obviously my favorite food are Tacos

Song stuck in my head: To Be With You by Mr. Big

Last thing I googled: Star Trek Lego

Time: 17:40

Dream trip: New Zealand! I want to go to Hobbiton so bad!!!!

And I tag all these amazing people!!!!

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[jamiewintons]

Welcome Home (Chris Pitt-Goddard/F!Reader)

Summary: You’ve been away visiting family out of town for a week, and you return home to your boyfriend, who is very eager to welcome you back.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY!). Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Couch Sex. Chris using food-related pet names.

A/N: This is written for some prompts sent by an anon, which were "you don't know what you do to me" and "I could come just from looking at you". I hope everyone enjoys reading this, and as always, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Word Count: 2016

Chris Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @agir1ukn0w, @thingses-and-stuffses (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!)

*

You sighed as you finally reached the front door of your place, setting down your bag as you rummaged in your pocket for your keys. You'd been away for a whole week visiting family out of town, and though you'd been happy to see them, you were really glad to be home now. You were tired, and looking forward to just curling up with Chris on the sofa, but unfortunately that couldn't happen yet, because it was a school day and he'd still be at work for a couple more hours.

Once you got the door open, you lugged the bag inside, putting it against the wall out of the way. You didn't exactly feel like unpacking now, you needed a few moments to just relax. After kicking off your shoes, you were ready to go and do just that, when you heard a voice speak up from behind you dripping with a seductive tone.

"Welcome home, pudding." You turned around to see Chris lounging there on the sofa, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, and his hair messed up in the way that always looked so sexy on him. Though you’d been feeling exhausted from your drive home, seeing him like this had certainly managed to perk you up a bit.

"Chris, what are you doing here? School isn't over for another three hours." Obviously you weren't disappointed to see him, quite the opposite, but you couldn't help but be curious.

"I knew you were coming back today, so I just... didn't go," Chris told you with a shrug, and you looked at him, your eyebrow raised. "What? It's just P.E. It's not like it's important."

"You're going to lose your job if you keep up like this, you know." You walked over towards the sofa, and already, Chris sat up and was reaching out to try and touch you, but you were just out of reach.

"That wouldn't be so bad, lambchop. More time to spend at home in bed with you." You heard the quietest snicker from Chris when he was able to grab your backside, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Or on the sofa, or in the shower… I’m not picky.”

“Don’t I know it,” you said with a laugh. Once Chris let go, you sat down on the sofa beside him. Before you even knew what hit you, his mouth was on your neck, his teeth lightly nipping at the skin. “Sometimes it seems like all you think about is sex.”

“It’s not all I think about,” he assured you, his hands quickly moving to your breasts, in typical Chris fashion. Even though you still had your shirt and bra on, the feeling of him fondling them was enough to elicit a tiny moan. "Could you blame me if it was, though? You don't know what you do to me.”

"Well, I just got home and you’re already feeling me up, so forgive me for believing that.” You tilted your head back a little, so Chris had more room to kiss your neck. 

"It's been a week, I missed you." He punctuated his statement by sucking hard on your neck just under your ear, intent on leaving a mark. “I tried to take care of it myself, but my hand doesn’t feel as good as you.”

"Believe me, I know how you feel," you sighed, as one of Chris' hands slipped under your shirt, reaching under the cup of your bra so he could touch your breast directly, brushing his thumb against your nipple and making you shiver. “I missed you too, Chris.”

“Good,” Chris said smugly, pulling you towards him a little so he’d have enough room to push you onto your back. When you felt him beginning to tug at your shirt, you lifted yourself up a little, assisting him in removing the garment. Chris wasted no time in disposing of your bra as well, throwing both pieces of clothing onto the floor. His mouth was on your breast almost instantly, sucking at one nipple for a bit before moving on to the other one.

Once he’d had enough of that, he moved onto your trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them before yanking them down your legs along with your panties. He sat up to admire your fully naked form, his eyes trailing down your body with a devilish smirk. "God, you look so good like that," he said, teasing his fingers against your already wet entrance. "I could come just from looking at you."

You didn’t doubt that, judging by the sight of his very prominent erection through his own trousers. Chris toyed with your clit for a while, and you closed your eyes at the feeling, surprised at how only a week without his touch could have made you this sensitive. You were so caught up in the sensation that you barely noticed when he grabbed at your legs, maneuvering them so they were resting on his shoulders. However, the feeling of his tongue against your slit was certainly enough to grab your attention.

Chris immediately got to devouring you like he hadn’t eaten in a week, grabbing at your hips to keep you in place. You clapped a hand over your mouth to obstruct the ridiculously loud moan you let out, but it wasn’t much help. Chris smiled against your core, the sounds coming from you egging him on to overwhelm you further. As his tongue worked at your entrance, his nose brushed against your clit, and it was already beginning to become too much for you.

Your free hand tangled in Chris’ already messy hair, gripping at it so hard that it surely had to be at least a bit painful for him. But still, he continued, and it wasn’t long before your release hit you like a truck. As the pleasure washed over you, all you could do was say Chris’ name, squeezing your thighs around his head as he kept licking at you.

Eventually, Chris stopped, and you simply laid there and tried to catch your breath, feeling like you’d just run a marathon. You thought you were exhausted before, but now you thought you might not be able to move for the rest of the day. “You still taste amazing, peaches,” he told you, and though you weren’t looking at him, you just knew that he was wiping all of your wetness from his chin and licking it off his fingers.

Once you were finally able to open your eyes again, you were surprised to see that Chris was already completely naked, having stripped off while you were busy recovering. Though he was generally very lazy in everyday life, his ability to get his clothes quickly off when he needed to was second to none. It was honestly very impressive.

"Come on, cheesecake, we're not done yet." Chris slowly trails his hand up your calf and to your thigh, while not so subtly licking his lips. Your eyes flicker down for a moment to admire his cock, hoping that he would hurry up and fuck you already. "How do you want to do this?"

"As long as I don't have to move, I'm happy," you said, and you immediately saw Chris pout.

"Aww, you know I like it when you're on top," Chris replied in a fake whiny tone, looking at you with pleading eyes which you were not going to fall for.

"You should have thought about that before you tired me out. If you want to come, it’s your responsibility, Christopher.” Chris smiled at your somewhat forceful tone and use of his full first name; he liked it when you got a little bit bossy with him.

"You're lucky I love you, marshmallow." Chris leaned down to give you a brief peck on the cheek, before flipping you over so that you were laying on your stomach. His hands came to your hips, lifting them up slightly, and then parting your legs so he had easy access. Of course, Chris couldn't miss the opportunity to feel you up again, so he used one hand to grope your backside, while the other guided his cock to your dripping entrance.

You took a sharp intake of breath as Chris sunk himself inside of you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He moaned unashamedly loud at the feeling of you wrapped around him after a week of going without.

"You feel so good, babe," Chris groaned, defaulting back to the pet name he tended to use when he couldn't think of any more of his silly food-related ones. He was far too distracted to use his brain during moments like this.

Usually, Chris liked to take things slowly at the beginning and tease you - especially if you'd already climaxed once - but it seemed that your time apart had been a little bit too much for him to bear. He started with an already fast and hard pace, knocking the breath out of you as you brought your hands up to grip the armrest of the sofa.

"I missed you so much," he repeated, his pace increasing already, as his hands moved from your hips to your stomach. With Chris' cock inside of you, you didn't really have the brain power to question what he was doing, so when he pulled you up into a sitting position on top of him, you went willingly.

"I... I missed you too," you gasped out, closing your eyes as Chris began to bite and lick at your neck. One of his arms was wrapped tightly around your middle keeping you against him, while the other was positioned so he could fondle your breast. He rolled the hardened nipple between his fingers, making you rock your hips back against him.

"I don't want to be away from you for that long ever again," Chris told you, and you found yourself nodding, because you didn't want that either. It might not be realistic in the future, but right at this moment, you couldn't imagine being anywhere but here with him.

You could tell that Chris was already approaching the edge, from his unrhythmic thrusts and the open-mouthed kisses he was leaving against your neck. Somehow you managed to move your hand down to your pussy, beginning to circle your already sensitive clit with your fingers, making yourself tighten and contract around him.

Chris came first, with a very loud string of curses mixed with your name, and the arm around you squeezed even harder as he spilled himself inside of you. Your climax immediately followed, and Chris was the only thing keeping you upright as he continued to move against you, prolonging both of your orgasms.

Once you were both spent, Chris collapsed backwards, bringing you down with him. The two of you struggled to catch your breath, and simply enjoyed the feeling of being so close to each other. The hand at your stomach stroked against your skin as you began to calm down from your high.

As soon as you were able to move, you freed yourself from Chris' weak grip, and turned yourself around so you were laying face to face. He looked up at you with a tender, tired smile, brushing some hair out of your face. Your lips connected again for some sweet, lazy kisses, before Chris suddenly spoke up.

"We better get everything cleaned up before Tim gets home," he said calmly, and despite your exhaustion, you scrambled up into a sitting position.

"Shit!" You exclaimed, practically jumping off the sofa on your shaky legs to grab your clothes. Chris laid back and watched you run around naked, smirking to himself.

"Don't worry, chestnut, we've still got a few hours till he gets back," Chris explained with a snicker, and you turned to look at him with a frown. "Maybe we could move this to the bedroom for round two?"

You clutched your clothes to your chest, and a smirk grew on your face that matched Chris' own. You had gone without for a whole week, after all.

[jamiewintons]

Ariel being protective of you would include...

Requested by: No one :) Warnings: Possessive behaviour. Mentions of murder. Ariel Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @agir1ukn0w, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @thingses-and-stuffses (Please fill this form out if you want to be added!)

● Ariel would be intensely protective of you. He already lost Hawkwind, and he would never risk losing you as well.

● He would like to be with you at all times, but if that isn't possible, he'd at least like to know where you're going to be. Knowing Ariel, he'd have some kind of tracking device on you, just to be safe.

● It's not that he doesn't trust you; it's the rest of the world that he doesn't trust.

● Whenever you're in public together, Ariel would have a firm grasp on your hand or have his arm wrapped around you, just so everyone knows that you're his.

● Anyone who looks your way for too long would earn a death glare from Ariel.

● If someone is rude to you, Ariel would find out all of their information so he could drain their bank account, using the money to buy something nice for you.

● You would have the best internet security possible, because Ariel would never allow anyone to invade your privacy (except for him, of course).

● If anyone threatens to hurt you or take you away from him, Ariel would probably kill them, or at least ruin their life so badly that they'd never be able to bother you again.

● Whenever you get sick or injured, you would see a somewhat different side of Ariel. He'd be a lot more outwardly anxious than usual, beating himself up a little for allowing something bad to happen to you.

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