#hnnnngh

[cinnamonest]

Really loving the thought of being violated with forced kisses, rather than sex.

Yes, the sex is one thing, holding you down no matter how much you struggle and ramming his body into yours — but this is different. It's sensual, sure, but more… romantic, or at least a crude imitation of a romantic act. Less directly lewd, less perverse, more vulnerable.

More intimate, and all the more violating for it.

He still makes it fairly sensual — the hand that isn't nearly crushing your jaw as he holds your head still is instead roaming under your shirt, grasping at the flesh. But the way your faces are so close, the lack of harsh movement and rapid intensity as when he's inside you, the slowness of it all, it makes your stomach churn.

Feeling the hot breath on your face each time he pulls back for just a brief moment, the sensitivity of your lips capturing the sensation of his pressed to yours. The way you move downward as he leans forward and pushes you down onto your back without even breaking away. His hands squeeze on your waist as they begin to make their way beneath your waistband, just as his tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, violating you in a way that somehow feels more humiliating and vulnerable than anything else, forcing himself into you, forcing you open and baring yourself to him against your will.

The worst part, though, is the sound — it's a wet, smacking sort of sound, that only gets worse and amplified as his tongue moves against yours, warm and soft.

Only rivaled in the way it makes you tremble by the increasing intensity, the way the sounds from his throat becomes like low growls, the force with which he presses his face to yours, the grip on your jaw growing painfully tight, the increasing harshness of each movement and the way he begins to rut his cock against your groin through each other's clothes…

Finally pulling away, only to mutter soft curses as any remaining inhibition is lost, and the coolness of the air washes over your skin as he jerks your clothes off in just a few swift, forceful motions, eager to force the rest of himself inside you too.

[tomhardysurinal]

[patchespremium]

CW BLOOD

UGH I love Remus so much. Always have, he's one of my favs. Didn't know what to draw the rat man doing, so i figured some rat on rat violence would be accurate :]

[certifiedcodbabygirl]

18+

Okay but Simon and how big he is? And how heavy he is? HHHNNNGGGG

Drabble. Daddy kink, size kink, mean Simon.

Imagine. Being shoved onto the bed, clothes thrown to the other side of the room, forced onto your stomach, arms pinned below you. Jesus CHRIST. Simon straddling your waist from behind, grasping his cock in one hand, using the other to hold your back down. Moving to lay down onto you, arm braced next your head, using the other to hold his cock as he slowly push into you, giving a low groan in your ear. You whimper at the stretch, we all know he's slinging a fucking ho-

anyways. Whimpering earns you a harsh slap to your hip

"Shut up, 'member? Yer the one who fuckin asked for this" He growls, giving a harsh thrust to extenuate his words. He starts fast, practically humping you considering the position you're in.

"Fuck, just take it. Don't make a fuckin sound, I've heard enough"

You nod embarrassingly fast, too overwhelmed to respond as his cock drags through your gummy walls. His weight causes your hips to be flushed to the bed, clit rolling against the mattress. He takes his hand to hold your neck to the bed. Your walls tighten around his, your orgasm getting closer and closer. It feels so heavy, all the pressure to your clit causing your walls to grip his cock like a vice.

"Fuck, sweetheart. So fucking tight. You gonna cum? You better fuckin cum. Don't be ungrateful, yeah?" He chastises.

"Please I needa cum. Daddy please, I can't hold it" You whine, voice high pitched, gasping, a silent prayer that he won't withhold your orgasm.

"Then fuckin do it. Make a fuckin mess, don't waste what I've given you" He demands, trying to hide the fact that he's just as close to finishing as you are. The cry that rips from your throat as you cum, almost sounding like a sob, causes him to groan, dumping every drop he can't into you sweet, warm walls.

"Fuckin hell" He drawls out, pressing into you so hard it makes you whimper. He slumps against you as the high fades away, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as you both catch your breath.

"Did so good f'r me, love. Proud of ya"

[sexswansworld]

God I can’t wait to have him between my legs, desperately trying to do his best to please me. Watching him get all blushy and flustered, just wanting nothing more then to watch me feel good. God there wouldn’t be anything hotter.

[averymanlyishmuppet]

some art from my twitter

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

One of my all-time favorite photos of Vincent Price.

[brox-not-a-badger]

Carnations and Ironwood

Woah boy, my first NSFW fic and it’s Ferrus Manus x ambassador!reader!?!

Tw; some carnal thoughts, eventually aggressive pussy eating, Ferrus absolutely crankin’ it.

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Ferrus is not as expressive, as most of his other brothers, often observed as a dull engine of war. So when an ambassador from Chemos, sent by Fulgrim, has him questioning what he assumed he knew about himself and his resistance, he was thrown for a loop.

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Ferrus was put in an uncomfortable position. His brain had been wracked with the same cycle of thoughts. You, by the throne and the Emperor, he needed you. It was pitiful, really. You were an ambassador from Chemos, having only been here a week, and you managed to already enthrall this poor man. The problem was, you were here temporarily, and Ferrus was not good with his own emotions. He was stoic and resilient. Good for war, bad for whenever you were around.

As of right now, Ferrus was seated with a stern expression on his face, arms crossed as he stared at you. He was stubborn as a mule, refusing to let whatever he was feeling slip as you were speaking, however, he had felt something stirring within him as soon as this supposedly brief meeting had began and you stepped in.

Despite his stubborn, stoic attitude towards most things, he watched your unmatched grace, causing his critical mind to wander. He watched how you swayed as you spoke, yet your words fell on deaf ears. Ferrus admired how you held yourself in such a confident and sure-of-yourself light. The way your eyes very abruptly met his as you continued to go through various talking points that he blatantly ignored solely to admire you. You made him feel things he originally assumed impossible. You were tantalizing to the senses, speaking to him, a primarch, with so much unbridled confidence. His mind began to wander further, wondering how you’d look beneath him, clutching the sheets of his bed as he laid into you like a machine, not of war for once, but of pure lust and hunger and want.

The second he caught his mind wandering in such a direction, he shook his head and snapped to attention, breathing a little heavily as his hearts thundered in his chest like the heavy blow of a hammer on an anvil, over and over. He swallowed the lump in his throat, reaching down and adjusting his robes further in hopes that he wasn’t getting too excited. He risked a glance down at his robes, adjusting uncomfortably to look back at you.

Ferrus wasn’t listening to a word you were speaking, instead, he was focusing on your movements still. Your grace, your beauty. He questioned if this is how Fulgrim felt looking at a well-made painting. Ferrus never understood the point of art. Nor did he like the company of ambassadors. But, instead he watched your body language. Mostly just your body though. Another thing he was obsessed with about you. Between the heat pooling in his belly and the now-tightening grip he had on the armrest of his chair he was at a loss. Ferrus’ mouth felt dry as he continued to watch you, your words not breaking through to him whatsoever, that was until you spoke his name upon noticing he was drifting off. “Ferrus-? Lord Ferrus? Are you listening? You look like the average day dreamer!”

“Yes, yes continue. I was just… lost in thought, that is all.” Ferrus Manus looked back at your face. He nodded, grunting in confirmation and urging you to continue. He let out a trembling breath as he dug his nails into the armrest of his chair, making a painstaking grating feeling thanks to the resilience of his metallic hands and the hardwood of the chair, momentarily grateful you’d taken your attention off of him and back to what you were talking about. The heat in his belly pooled more down south, forcing the primarch of the iron hands to cross his legs. Ferrus was wishing he hadn’t taken off his armor before starting this meeting. He was hoping you wouldn’t notice the obvious tent in his robes.

Throne, you were perfect to him, so when you finally stopped talking he had to suck in a sharp breath and uncomfortably twist in his chair again to stop himself from making a noise to signify his nervousness. It took almost no time at all for you to notice his discomfort. “Sir, you look-… incredibly uncomfortable right now. Your face is very red and y-.. you-… oh.” You found your own face heating up as your gaze traveled to the space between his muscular thighs.

“Th- this meeting is concluded.” Ferrus nearly choked on his words. Before you could even start to question him, he tried to return to his default stoic attitude, abruptly getting up and leaving the room, one metallic hand gripping at his robes to hide his very obvious erection. He shuffled off, so unbelievably hard that the poor primarch could barely walk straight, borderline slamming the door behind him as he made his painfully embarrassing exit.

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Internalized guilt and worry had ran through you for what felt like an eternity. Watching Ferrus walk off like a wounded animal just a few hours ago was certainly a sight to behold. The stoic primarch had gotten a throbbing erection from merely watching you pace back and forth and elaborate on your ideas to him. It took you a while to work up the courage to bring yourself to his quarter’s door, pausing with a wide-eyed look as you heard a low grunting noise like a beast in rut.

The second you pushed that door open you were greeted by a pungent smell and a shocking sight. Ferrus Manus, primarch of the Iron Hands, leaned back in his seat, cock in hand. He stared at you with as much shock as you stared at him. His face turned beat red as he tried to cover himself with his robes. You stared at him in absolute shock and surprise before a sudden rush trampled your squandered feelings. “Ferrus- oh, sweetheart-… this is thanks to earlier, isn’t it?”

“I- n- no it- it’s not- throne damnit, come here.” He growled like a wild animal. This unseen side of him was something you didn’t think was possible. You shut the door behind you wandering over. He didn’t need to tell you twice. “Get on the desk-… please.” He asked in a very husky, yet somehow still quite polite tone, watching you clamber over the desk awkwardly. Upon making him wait with your slightly awkward movements, he finally just snapped and grabbed you by the thighs, sliding you across the desk himself. His palms alone could have enveloped the entire top of your thighs with ease, yet he still remained so gentle.

Ferrus kneeled down on the ground, nudging his chair back so his face was between your thighs. He looked up at you as if to ask you for your permission, only for his pleading look to be returned with a nod. He smiled and pushed aside your robes, gripping your thighs and adjusting so your legs were wrapped around his head. He took a breath and got right down to it, tearing off your undergarments with his teeth and dragging his thick tongue along your clit, eliciting a beautiful noise from your lips.

Throne, you tasted as divine as he imagined. Ferrus gave a throaty growl like a crocodile as you rubbed your fingers through his hair. Another whine escaped your lips as you felt him flick his tongue over your clit once more, eventually sliding it in in a circular motion. He grunted and growled, his massive hands gripping your thighs as he lapped greedily at your cunt. Every whimper and moan that left your lips sent him spiraling further into his carnal desires and hunger. Every greedy slurp and snarl as he ate you out like a five-star meal rang through the normally quiet space of his quarters, mixed with your soft, sweet moans.

Ferrus recalled fantasizing about just how badly he’d wanted this. How bad he wanted you. To hold your thighs around his head as he gorged himself on your tender flesh, to listen to the soft sounds of your moans as he kept his own mouth preoccupied. He wanted you so badly and now that he could finally show it, he wasn’t holding back. The normally stoic primarch was now swirling circles with his tongue on your clit. Thus was his reward for being so resistant to his carnal desires for so long. He couldn’t even begin to imagine resisting you now. Now that you were getting close to that peak, so close to climax merely from his tongue.

All this stimulation from him was driving you mad. So much so that you’d had to squeeze your thighs around his head to signal you were about ready to bust. “Ngh- d- damn- Ferrus-!” That was his name coming from your mouth. It pushed him, driving him absolutely insane. He gave a harsh snarl as his hands groped your thighs harder, allowing you to finish in his face. He huffed, finally allowed to breathe as you let your thighs loosen around his head. Ferrus was licking his lips, finally releasing your thighs. His metallic hands had left clear marks from where he was gripping your thighs like he’d lose you any second. “By the throne, Ferrus- are you trying to kill me?” You huff, face flushed as you looked at the primarch, who was now resting his head on your thigh.

“You’re a pretty woman. It’d be a shame to kill you… I’m starting to see why Fulgrim sent you over here.” He licked his lips one final time, taking your words a little too literally. He gave a hefty grunt, getting off his now shaking knees to meet your lips to his. You drove Ferrus insane for almost a week straight, and now he could finally cave and give in to those carnal desires. He felt like a tremendous weight was finally lifted off his already burdened shoulders.

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Its done!!! Dear lord this was a big one, and I think I’ve gotten an attachment to Ferrus Manus now. I didn’t even now that was possible. Apologies this took so long, I write on mobile lmao.

[jbsrainbowstrap]

Lord, I am not your strongest soldier

[justaregularken]

Werewolf boyfriend who literally cannot physically get you pregnant still being obsessed with the idea of breeding you because you’re his~

[forkingbrusselsprout]

[tomhardysurinal]

[goth-maudra]

I just had a thought about the costume design for Crowley.

The vests he wears mimic a corset. There's usually talk about Aziraphale's clothing layers, but Crowley has them tightly wrapped and covered. His clothing has a lot of buttons, even though they're usually open. His figure lines often form an hourglass.

And that red snakey print shirt under a black lace vest in the 1800s? *chef's kiss*

[teddyreblogslotf]

hello lotf fandom do we want to hear about my ever after high x lotf au

[sexswansworld]

It would be so hot if late one night I invited you over and you came, because of course you would. And when you come in I’m all calm, I tell you to come over, sit down, watch a movie with me, relax. And you do, maybe you end up laying in my lap while I lazily kiss your face, forehead, cheek, chin, jaw, neck. And suddenly I’m groping you, your arms, your thighs, and you start getting all riled up. And I can’t help but want to take advantage of that, you’re so cute when you get flustered, and so I let you cock warm, sitting there and praising you as we finish the movie. After that, I tie you down, so very pretty for me, and fuck you, again and again until you’re all dumb and pliant and I’m satisfied.

[averymanlyishmuppet]

more art from my twitter