#rip legs and arse

[ashleighneville]

A clip from the Bayern game just popped up on my explore page and how did I miss Pedro punching Kane to get his attention and then fondling his tit #malebonding

[kismetlotts]

call of duty p-links -`◇´-

♡︎ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴛ ♡︎

18/21+, MDNI, mature themes

triggering, upsetting and explicit content below

proceed at your own risk ⬏

Simon Ghost Riley

Riding Colleague Simon Riley and watching his cold, harsh exterior shatter, revealing this broken, needy man beneath who almost submits to tears when you finally lock eyes.

Ex boyfriend Simon Riley who spits on his fingers and stuff them inside you when you beg-plead him to stop stalking you and raping you.

Boyfriend Simon Riley who drags you into a random room at a gathering before fucking you hard and trying to stay quiet, he doesn't care that people are in the other room, he doesn't care that someone could walk in because he needed you there and then.

Hopping into the bath with your roommate Simon because you were way too impatient, you needed him inside you desperately- he can just wash his grimy, sweaty, work-orientated body later.

Taxi Driver Simon Riley who cant help but give in to his sick desires as he hops in the back to fuck you, ripping off that skimpy little dress you were wearing and pulling your hair.

Heartbroken best friend Simon who fucks you in the kitchen after sleeping over your house, relieving some of his post break-up blues and stress with the help of your sloppy tight cunt.

Toxic boyfriend Simon who fucks his cock into your mouth when you wouldn't let him in your pussy, making your eyes water and your body twitch in regret.

Sex deprived Husband Simon who breeds you the moment he returns home, he had been loyal to you while away on deployment and he just couldn't contain himself when he finally had the chance to bury himself in your wet gooeyness.

Toxic Boyfriend Simon who fucks you hard to let off all of his steam, spanking, slapping and hitting your body because he was fucking pissed at you and nothing else could calm him down- you deserved it anyway you fucking whore.

Captain John Price

Boss Price who calls you into his office for some steamy cunnilingus when everyone is packing up ready to go home, lapping his teeth around your clit and diving his wet tongue into your greedy hole- let him have a taste, its the least you can do for your boss.

Birthday-boy boyfriend John who walks into the bedroom to see you all wrapped and tied for him, completely at his mercy in white material-prepped and ready for him to use or disrespect.

Stepdad Price stuffing your hole and leashing you up while your mother is away with work, treating you like some stupid fucking bitch and forcing you to do exactly what he tells you since he is in charge and you abide by his rules.

Older boyfriend John who proposes that the two of you start by doing mutual masturbation, he didn't want to scare his young pretty girl off just yet with how rough he can be and his fingers were already itching to feel the inside of your fresh pussy.

Husband Price who fucks you deeper when you beg for it, pounding into you so hard his eyes are shining with pleasure and legs are aching in tiredness, feeling your wetness drip out and coat his dick filling the room with your heavenly squelches- so wet and so fucking feminine.

Friends with benefits John Price who fucking loves watching your arse shake and jiggle with every thrust, he loved your arse in general and was always happy to bite, eat, fuck, taste and finger it- but nothing beats the tasty sight of your cheeks swaying beneath him as he absolutely wrecks you.

Dads best friend Price who fucks you like an animal in heat, if you had taken a second longer to undress your clothes would be ripped to shreds ad hanging off you with how badly he couldn't wait-he didn't even give a shit your heels were still on because he had waited a lifetime to get inside you.

Toxic Husband John who drags you over his lap and toys with you for his own pleasure, smirking to himself when you cry from his spanks and whimper from his fingers- giving his sweet baby a little treat and punishment at the same time because he couldn't understand which one he liked more.

Step dad Price who is way to desperate for you to cum on his fingers, soak his hand in your cum and just to let yourself go, be taken care of and protected by an older male- who cares if it is wrong or not- he just wants his darling daughter to be happy and calm.

Johnny Soap Mactavish

Stalker Johnny who rearranges your guts fast and hard against your bed as soon as he gets his chance, meaty thick cock ramming its way inside with no care as he shamelessly blabbers on how you are his sweet little dove and that he thanks god for giving him this opportunity- you'll never know how badly he actually wanted his hands on you.

Greedy Hook-up Mactavish who makes you squirt just so it feels better for him, your folds leaking and dribbling with your essence but Johnny only cared about the warmth coating and lubricating his tip, making you so sodden it seemed he was sliding into warm, soft, melted, butter.

Best friend Johnny who proves you wrong when you assume hes lying about being able to make any girl cum by just his fingers, dragging you onto his bed and fingering you steadily, mouth salivating in thirst as he watches your cum propel outwards and squirt all over his sheets.

Perverted Boyfriend Johnny who cant stop himself from sucking harshly on your nipples, mind already engrossed with sick fantasies of drinking your milk, you cupping him in your arms and feeding him gently like the good boy he is for you- you'd never find out though, to you he was just teasing your breasts, sucking, pinching and having a little fun, totally normal.

Step Brother Mactavish who fucks you in his room late at night, the pints he'd had previously making him increasingly more open and confident than usual, his tip hitting the spot you craved it to his gaining a small little spank from you and a whisper to keep quiet- you cant let mummy and daddy hear the two of you.

Childhood Best Friend Johnny who fucks you so hard you squirt all over yourself and him, finally seeing him after so many years and letting him fuck your ass had gotten you so excited you couldn't hold yourself back- Johnny wasn't fucking complaining each squirt that shot out of you made him almost cum- fucking your tight hole on the brink of orgasm, he never would've guessed you were capable of that.

Perverted neighbour Johnny who invites himself in to show you just how trained his tongue is, guiding it all over your thighs and pussy, working you easily and calmly it has your eyes watering in delight.

Simons best friend Johnny who fucks you in Simons bedsheets, thick dick filling you up more than his ever could until your left a collapsed mess in ecstasy, the scent of your boyfriend on the duvet and the groans coming from his best mate sent guilt straight to your stomach but it was already overwritten by pleasure- Disgusting fucking tramp sleeping with other guys and enjoying it.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Boyfriend Kyle who just wants to feel your soft lips on his monster cock, he would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do and it would be silly to ask you to suck him- but could you please at least spit over the tip or maybe just lick it a little?

Roommate Gaz who cant survive the day without a morning quickie, your arse bouncing right in front of him and hole lustfully swallowing his juicy dick gets him in the perfect mindset for his hard work, morning television roaring in the background as you both chase your orgasms- you don't mind, do you?

Boyfriend Kyle who fucks you as fast as he can the second he hears 'faster' spew from your glossy lips, his stamina and pace unmatchable and sometimes you feel like you're about to explode with how powerful he is, Kyles a sweetheart but he isn't always so soft, slow and romantic- the man can fuck like a king.

Husband Kyle who has an obsession with filling your stomach with his massive cock, seeing the thick outline of himself through your skin deep in your stomach stirred something up inside him, fucking you harder and harder sometimes you bleed from his accidental roughness, it set him alight watching it bulge- made his savage side snap into action.

Konig

Obsessive stalker Konig who watches your window as you shower and finally builds up enough courage to join and fuck you in it one day, picking you up from behind and slipping inside your warm homey hole, drool falling from his mouth and onto your shoulder as you cried, he didn't understand why you were so adamant for him to get off of you and stop making love to you, it was no big deal- if he made you dirty and sweaty again he will just help you wash again.

Step Brother Konig who rapes you while you sleep and accidentally creampies your hole once you wake up and whimper, he didn't mean to cum honestly, he whispers apologies and a long string of worried 'fucks' as he pulls apart your cheeks watching his semen leak out of you- please don't be angry at him.

Boyfriend Konig who makes sure to use three or four of his fingers to stretch you out and prepare you for his cock, its just that big- he will kiss you on the cheek, licking away your salty tears of pain while he fucks his fingers until you, it is only a matter of time until you grow accustomed to the feeling- it will only hurt for a little more you just have to trust him.

Perverted Boyfriend Konig who fucking loses it when he sees you in your cute innocent frilly little panties, not being able to hold back his groans and his cum as he absolutely saturated them, painting them white- it is okay though, he promises to buy you a new pair- only if you let him keep these used ones- for personal reasons of course.

Brothers best friend Konig who selfishly ruts against your clothed pussy at night, breathing heavily and shaking as his precum soaks through the cotton of your panties, the room pitch black from the darkness aside from your lamp and he was supposed to be sleeping next door on the floor with your brother but here he was- sick look in his pleasure-ridden eyes as he looks down at you- whispering for you to just go back to sleep- he promises he wont go inside.

Philip Graves

Boss Graves who spanks your ass repeatedly when you disobey his orders, you work for him and you do exactly what he fucking says- there should be no 'Why's or 'No's it is 'Yes Sir' or else you are staying behind at the end of the day, and trust him when he says he will not be letting you leave until he is satisfied that you have learnt your lesson.

Toxic Boyfriend Philip who honestly does not give a fuck if you are tired or not, he will touch you, eat you, fuck you and rape you if he has to because to be in a relationship with him is an honour that you are taking for granted- he will treat you however he wants- at the end of the day your just a piece of pussy.

Boyfriend Philip who loves your perfect little nipples, he loves squeezing them, pinching them- sucking, biting- you name it and he loves it, he loves when you were silly little tank tops around the house that shows them pointing through and he loves when you let him cum on them- the minute he come face to face with your breasts and nipples, its like the world melts away.

Manipulative, Insane Boss Graves who hates when you crawl away from him and his hard cock- you know you want it, he can see it in your big doe eyes, its fuels him with rage when you cry and threaten to report him if he puts it inside you so he threatens your job back, promising you that if you ever told anyone or reported him that he would come for you and no matter how fast you tried to escape that he would always outrun you.

Husband Graves who upsets you during an argument so he decides to tug your panties down and fuck you in all the ways you love just before bed, his breath hot on your neck and sweat forming under both of your pyjamas from how fast his cock was entering you- the music of your panting and the scent of sex in the air made it safe to say neither of you got much sleep but at least he is back in your good books.

[shotmrmiller]

I havent a wrinkle in this brain of mine for plot, so have some porn without plot instead :)

Maybe it's because Johnny has you blindfolded, but he feels different. He's heavier on top of you and feels a bit bigger inside of you. It stings more than usual when he finally pushes his cock into your sopping cunt, swollen and tender from the four orgasms he took from you with his mouth alone. Your inner thighs burn as they stretch wider around his thick waist. When his lips meet yours, as your tongues entwine, he tastes of bourbon. He's quiet too, which is very different from the usual filth he whispers into your ear.

But when he starts rocking his hips, all thought fades, along with the ache in between your legs. His thrusts are long, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remains inside. Then he pushes forward steadily until he's pressed firmly against the entrance of your womb— making you wince slightly at the pinch. He does this tirelessly until obscene squelches emit from your cunt, that pinch deep inside of you turning into spine-tingling bliss. Your skin erupts in goosebumps when his head nudges against your sweet spot, a loud moan falling from your lips. He mutedly chuckles, his chest vibrating against sweat-slick breasts and the coarseness of his chest hair grazing your hardened nipples only heightens your pleasure.

You feel him move away from you until his cock slips out, only to vigorously grab at your hips and pull you to him. Your upper body rests on the bed, while he sits on his haunches and keeps your legs spread with his thick thighs as he slowly pushes back inside. But this time, it's not all the way. Oh, no. You know exactly what's about to happen.

"Wait-" but he doesn't. He fixedly keeps you in place at the angle he wants, the angle you need, and moves. His thrusts turn staccato— short, quick jabs— and he's hitting your spot, the one that has you going cross-eyed behind the blindfold. Your mouth is slightly open, drooling at the corner of it as you're rendered helpless against his onslaught.

The fire in your stomach blazes, every snap of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, the coil within you tightening, your body tensing. You can hear him spit— can feel a warm glob of liquid land on your mons, and dribble down to your aching, neglected clit. His thumb collects the saliva and swirls your bud under the pad of his calloused thumb rigidly.

Your spine arches off the mattress so sharply it pops as you climax, a choked scream ripping out of your throat. Your nails dig into the delicate skin of his wrists, no doubt leaving behind red welts. He doesn't stop the stimulation on your clit, his hips never falter in rhythm as he prolongs your mind-numbing pleasure.

Body going limp in his hands, you hiss in oversensitivity and swat at his hands. "Ow, love-" but he cuts you off with a searing kiss before flipping you on your knees, and to the edge of the lofty bed. You're rising to your hands when his big, rough palm pushes you down— his intent clear. With your chest on the bed, he sheathes himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke and the angle he goes in with is nothing short of devastating.

If you hadn't been wailing, you would've heard the deep, guttural noise that escaped his mouth. You can feel him in your sternum, replacing the air in your lungs. He swiftly picks up his left leg, positions it on the bed next to you, and sets a merciless pace. The force behind his thrusts rattles your very bones, leaves you breathless. You can feel the meat of your arse ripple with every slap of his hips— can feel the bruises forming in your skin under his hands.

You lift your hand to feel where he's splitting you open, fingers encasing his cock, he stiffens— swells painfully inside of you then he's coming with a snarl. His Cock twitches as it spurts his essence into you, stuffing you full and then some because you can feel his cum trickle down your legs. You try to lift yourself with quivering arms but again, you're manhandled and flipped onto your back, a squawk of indignation silenced with an all-consuming kiss. His lips move against yours feverishly, as if he's committing your taste to memory.

He finally relents, pulling away but you hold him in place with your hands cupping his face and murmur an 'I love you'. The only response you get is one you feel, as he tips his head in a nod, and then presses a kiss into your sweaty temple before moving away.

Later, when you and Johnny are in the shower, you notice that there isn't a single scratch on his wrists even though you definitely dug your nails into him. And that reminds you.

"Johnny?"

"Aye, bonnie?"

"Since when do you drink bourbon?"

[dumbbitchgalore]

Bringing out the horny in Old man!Price at his retirement party 💦

This is the day that made him feel old as fuck. A retirement party at 45 although his bones preface by saying that they are in their 70s. It’s safe to say that being a SAS soldier has taken quite a toll on the poor man.

And the worse pain of all, being diagnosed with erectile dysfunction at 40. How could his body be so selfish and do something like that to him, especially since he’s got you to keep happy.

Once again, the universe was turning its back on him like a big ‘fuck you’ as John enters his midlife crisis. Now, you on the other hand did not give a flying fuck about his erectile dysfunction. In fact, it made you love him even more!

You adore his useless cock. Cock warming is amazing with his limp dick resting inside of you occasionally twitching every once in a while making you burst with satisfaction and not to mention blowjobs. It’s heavenly to have his useless cock stuffed in your mouth and you wouldn’t have it any either way.

Tonight, John had a scowl on his face as he sipped his beer. Coming up from behind, you hug him tightly earning a chuckle from John and a hand resting on top of yours.

"Come." You simply state, nuzzling into his back.

John cranes his head to the side as he watches you from his peripheral view. "Where?"

"Just come with me." You chide jokinging, pulling him by his hand and making him follow you.

Taking him to his office, you lock the door behind you. John cocks an eyebrow at your actions but you simply shrugs as a response.

Sauntering over to him, you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek tenderly. Remaining skeptical, John scoffs confused at to what you're doing.

You sense his hesitation and kiss his lips softly, "Let me treat my Captain to a job well done."

John sees the twinkle in your eyes, your desire to make him feel good on a day that he's dreaded for so long. However, he shakes his head, massaging your shoulders.

"How about I make my Birdie feel good, hm?" He says.

"Why?" You whisper.

Trailing his hand down the side of your arm, he brings you close as he pulls you flush to him by your wrists.

"Because..." He begins to speak.

"Because you've put up with my stubborness."

Kiss

"You've played nurse for all the times I came home injured or hungover."

Kiss

"You're more than I deserve,"

Kiss

"You're stuck with my idiotic arse."

Kiss

"And most of all, you haven't flown away yet."

Your whines and gasps are engulfed by his onslaught of open-mouth kisses. Tongues swirling around, fighting one another for power.

John pulls away looking into your eyes.

"Open your mouth, Petal." He commands huskily.

You nod, tilting your head up as you open your mouth. John slowly lets his spit dribble into your mouth. It tasted like John, tasted like perfection. Metallic and acidic.

Keeping eye contact, you swallow all of it before open your mouth showing proof of your obediance. John hums in atisfaction.

"Slag." He mutters, pushing you onto the couch before hiking your dress up and ripping your lacy panties off, earning an annoyed huff for the now ruined article of clothing.

John groans, kneeling down in between your legs as he shoves his nose into your soaping pussy, your juices slighting coating his nose. He inhales deeply taking in the sweet smell of your sex.

"What a pretty, wet cunt you've got here, Birdie." He coos, giving your clit a harsh flick as you yelp at the familiar sensation as John chuckles.

"Reactive too."

He flattens his tongue across your slit, gathering your arousal on the tip of his tongue, poking and proding your hole as his thumb plays with your clit.

Your legs rest on top of his shoulders, giving him a better access to your cunt. Soon enough the room is filled with your moans and mewls as your mind becomes a haze from the pleasure your man is giving you.

John groans like a straved man against your folds as he satiates his thirst with your essence. Your thighs clamp around his head as you lock him into place with now mercy of withdrawing from his own ministrations.

Letting out a low chuckle, he looks up at you through his lashes. Cerulean eyes mirroring the same lust that coarsed through your veins.

"You better cum on face, Birdie or else I won't let you cum at all."

[fairysluna]

To cure your writer‘s block: Maegor Targaryen + breeding his niece to get an heir 🤭

I wrote this on a rush, and this is my first attempt to write for Maegor after months. I hope you like this, my maegor queen 👑. Ily🤍

TW: smut, breeding kink, targcest, targ!fem!reader.

His whole weight was pressing you down, caging you between his broad body and the mattress beneath you. His hand was around your neck, squeezing it tight as his hips kept snapping against your arse over and over. You were sobbing, gasping and mewling as he ripped another orgasm out of you; you had lost count on how many times he had made you peak, too drunk in pleasure to even think straight. His cock would stretch you out so deliciously that it made you drool onto the sheets, your tightness wrapping him so good it made his body shake.

The sticky mess between your legs grew bigger when your release washed over you; his seed oozed out of you and he grunted in disapproval, hating to see it go to waste. You were so full already, yet it wasn't enough for him. “Keep it in or I'll have to fill you up again,” he groaned.

“I c-can’t…” you managed to mumble between loud sobs, feeling his cock emptying itself inside of you for what you thought was the third time. Your spongy walls clamped down his shaft, making him tremble as he was accidentally overstimulating himself. “I’m… I'm so full, p-please…”

“Uh, uh…” Maegor hummed, hissing as he pulled out of you. He turned you around, noticing the mess he had made out of you; your platinum hair sticking in your face due to the sweat and tears that had fallen down your cheeks. The bruises on your skin as a sign of his roughness, the one you loved so much. He hummed, pleased with what he was seeing. “You should not let it go to waste.”

You yelped when he lifted your hips, wrapping his arms around your belly and placing your legs on his shoulders. It was an uncomfortable position for you, but seeing the bewitched glint on his eyes, how pussydrunk he looked for you, made it all worth it. He spat on your cunt, and with his fingers he collected the seed that had tried to escape from you and put it back, burying his fingers deep inside of you. You squirmed, already feeling achy and sore, yet he didn't seem to care. “Stubborn little girl,” he murmured, seeing how you clenched around his fingers. Pearly drops escaped from your weeping entrance. “Guess I will have to fill you up one more time, just to make sure.”

“Maegor…” you begged him, not sure if you were going to be able to handle another one. However, the way you uttered his name lightened something primal within him, making it impossible to resist you. He let go of your hips, only to spread your legs as wide as possible. The coldness of the winter breeze reached your reddened flesh and made you cry out louder than it should.

“Shh… be a good girl for your king and take what I'm giving you.” Before you could answer, his thick head made its way inside of you, stretching you once more and making you squeal.

It was going to be a long night.

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H A T E S E X

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୨୧ synopsis : you go down to satorus dorm to shout at him for a rumour you knew he spread round, who knew that it would end up with your legs spread??

୨୧ tags : smut - hate fucking (obvi), spanking (once), degrading, hair pulling, choking, praise, slight breeding kink mention, unprotected, p in v, cumming inside, perv!satoru, pantie stealing.

“Shut the..fuck up” you groan, pushing satoru into the door as you two angrily kiss, his hands fall down to your waist, gripping harshly onto youre skin as he moans into your mouth. His tongue forces itself into your mouth while your hands move to his chest, slipping down his covered body. 

You whine when he swings you around by the waist, shoving your back into the door, replacing him, “make me?” he suggests, grunting, his deep voice sending heat straight down to your weeping pussy. Satoru pulls on the buttons of your shirt and huffs, the heat of the moment making him unable to concentrate on undoing them so instead he rips it open, buttons fall to the floor and you gasp at the air hitting your chest. Breaking the kiss and he almost growls, his large hand grips tightly onto your left breast, he holds it over your bra and his mouth moves down your neck, you moan at the teeth that nip onto your sensitive skin. Hands wrapping around his shoulders and your fingers move up into his hair, twirling the strands around. 

His hips pin yours against the door and you feel his boner covered by his pants rub against your stomach. His eyes meet with yours as he breathes heavily, needing a minute to let himself have a breath. “Fucking hell” satoru groans, pulling his face closer to yours, feeling his hot breath on your face, you close your eyes, he grinds his hard on into your stomach and he whines. Yeah, he fucking whines. 

How the fuck did you even end up here? 

What happened was, you were pissed, beyond belief. He had been teasing you and testing you all fucking year, you and him barely spoke before that. Petty fights, mean comments and times where you ended in the hospital were normal for the two of you. He would snicker with his friends, looking towards you, you could hear your name pop out the conversation, their - well mostly satoru - voices grew louder when they - he - realised you heard. 

Satoru was coming up to you, mocking you for everything and anything, it pissed you off, he was so fucking annoying and you started hating him more each time he did something.

So anyways, you had stormed into his dorm after you heard a rumour about yourself spread around, the cute rumour was that you had slept with one of the teachers to get higher grades. Bull fucking shit. As soon as you heard the gross rumour you knew who had said it, who else would even think of shit as gross as that? Who else would hate you enough to even bother? 

But as soon as you storm into his dorm, luckily for you he had forgotten to lock his door, satoru jolts up and a pair of panties fall from his bed, landing on the floor. You scowl at this disgusting man, your eyes move from the piece of fabric to the man on the bed. “What the fuck!” you grumble, loud enough for him to hear you but quiet enough for it to not be classed as shouting. “Ugh why are you here” satoru groans, standing up from his bed and bending down to grab the lace underwear. You take the chance he looks away to look over at him, his white shirt slightly scruffy, his sleeves rolled up - showing off his biceps as they flex, his black trousers slim to his muscular legs, his tie which was forgotten on the floor and his messy hair which made him look like he had just woke up. Despite you hating him you couldn't deny that he was attractive. 

Maybe you thinking that he was attractive got to your head because not even 10 minutes later your face was smushed up against his bedroom door, your skirt flipped up, showing off your plush arse and your smooth thighs, most of your clothes forgotten about on the floor. Shirt ripped apart on the floor, bra hanging off of the door knob of his bedroom door - right beside you as he smacks your arse and finally your panties ripped apart and discarded somewhere. Your tight cunt on display for him as he bends your position. His hard length bounces in and out of your pussy at a speed which was brutal. Satorus grip on your head as he shoves your cheek into the wooden door was making wetness grow down below, all of his movements were rough. Was this just how he was during sex or was it because you two hated each other? 

“Fuck!” he groans, the free hand of his tightly grabbing your waist, helping his sloppy movements grow steady (ish). Your moans quietened as you realise if anyone passed in the halls they would probably hear the squelching and the moans coming him inside satorus room, and what would be even worse is if they heard your voice. Way to beat the slut allegations, huh?

Your teeth clung onto your bottom lip, trying to stop the loud noises that spew out of your mouth, satorus cock slung in and out of you slowly, clearly teasing you. “This what you wanted? Huh?” he almost chokes out as his hips jitter, “wanted me t’ treat ya like the- hah- slut you are?” he whispers, it seemed like he wasn't even speaking to you at this point. His voice was barely audible, he knew you heard him each time he spoke due to your sweet cunt clenching around his aching cock everytime he muttered something disgusting. “Fuck!” he groans, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you back, your arch growing slightly straighter as he forces your face closer to him.

He whispers in your ear, “so fucking good” you mewl at his praise while his hand moves from around a clump on your hair to around your neck then it holts, staying in that spot. His grip grows stronger as he chokes you lightly. You felt a wet splotch splat onto the back of your neck, before you could react then a tongue licked it up from you, licking your sensitive flesh and biting softly, your moans louden at his actions. The pace of his hips picked up, the new position had your knees buckling, nearing the edge.

Your walls clench against him, your mind removing all thoughts and clearing into a blank void as your breath hitches with his every thrust. Your mind focusing on everything going on for just a second. 

His rough grunts with every drag of his cock. 

His tightening balls hitting off you.

His harsh grip on your hip that would leave bruises.

His hand around your throat, slowly tightening as he got closer to cumming.

Your mind refocuses on the known pain deep in your stomach as he grinds into you, trying to reach further than before and luckily for him - he could get deeper. your eyes squeeze tight together as he hits the small part in you that made you squeal and whine every time someone touched it.

The man that you swore you hated 's cock filled you up so good, your brain was only thinking about him, he had done it, fucked you dumb. And he knew it, “not fucking speaking no more?” he huffs into your ear before licking your ear lope, biting the flesh. You whine out, “s-satoru..” barely heard, a light whisper of his name. 

His cock deep in you almost spasms in your cunt at you mewling his name, he wanted this for so long. I mean what was it all for? The teasing, the crude comments, the rumours? All he wanted was this. He wanted your tight cunt wrapped around him, he wanted your soft moans dripping from your mouth, he wanted to cum so deep inside of you so that you could feel it for days, he wanted to constantly fuck his sperm into you, see you swell with a round stomach and it all being his fault.

Satoru thrusts deep into your arm cunt, his eyebrows knit together when the coil far into your stomach twists and twists - begging to unwind. “Please” you beg for nothing, your gasps hitch when his hips shift just slightly and his balls slap against your neglected clit, “please!” whining as satorus movements slow, wanting to fully hear your begging. “It's okay, you're oka- ah! You're okay, baby” he coos into your ear, his hand trails from your neck down to the other side of your hips, your body drops back down to the door. Hands gripping onto the wood as he pounds you into it. The thumping of the door sounding out every whine and small grunt. 

A cold breath blows onto your neck as satoru huffs, the wetness from his saliva growing cold on your skin which makes a shiver trail down your body. “Im so close, sosososo close” satorus voice slowly turns unintelligible as his leaking tip kisses your cervix over and over again, “please please, so fucking- fucking close. Let me, p- please” 

Whilst you were cock drunk, he was clearly pussy drunk. 

You nod, not even knowing what you were agreeing to but satoru takes it as a go ahead, a deep, long yet slow drag into your warm pussy, his balls hitting off of your sensitive nub made your eyes roll to the back of your skull. “Oh!” you gasp-moan. 

Satorus grip tight on your waist slips slightly when his movements grow weak, he takes a minute to actually look at you, realising he didn't really take in the full picture yet, he needed to take it to memory because who knows if this was the last time you two would do this. 

Your arched back, your arse that jiggled with every thrust, fuck! Why did he focus so much on your cunt wrapped around him that felt like heaven when he could've been focusing on all of this at the same time. His mind almost goes numb when he hears a guttural moan sound from you when he unexpectedly cums deep inside of you. Filling your insides and spurting into you, you start to become undone on his length right after feeling him squirt his warm liquids into you. You moan, eyes squeezing shut while you squeeze tightly around his dick - almost cutting off the blood circulation. 

“Fuck!” satoru moans heavenly in your ear, your hands try to grip onto the door but due to the door being a solid wall you cannot, “im c- cumming!” you whisper but he still hears your whines.

“Cum f’ me, cmon, shit” his tight hold on your waist becomes looser when he pounds deep into you, his fat tip bouncing off of your cervix again and again, making stars float across your vision. After a few more belts to the cervix, you release on his fat cock, a ring of cum could be seen at the base of his dick. Your legs spasm, going weak and numb, flopping down so the man who slowly pulls his cock out of you when you're done dripping white liquid all over him, he huffs, “h-hah-” you couldnt tell if he was breathing really heavily or laughing, you look up at him as he throws you onto his bed. 

Your eyes wander over him as he grabs your panties from the ground, the ripped fabric bringing a small frown to his face, “well, you aren't gonna be able t’ wear these are you?” satoru hums to himself, you could clearly see him thinking. Then for a second his eyes light up, thinking of an idea. Satorus large hand moves to the pair of panties that had fallen from his bed around half an hour ago when you first came in. he picks them up and shows them off to you, the lace… the fabric… the cute bow…

These look familiar. “Here! Wear these, i needed t’ give them back anyways!” satoru had a disgusting smug grin plastered on his face as he smooths his hand over your legs whilst helping you put on the underwear, “you're gross” you point out, a scowl on your face but satoru could help to find it cute with the droplets of sweat from your forehead and the flushed expression clearly imprinted on your face. 

He helps you put on the panties, that he stole from you, with a stupid smile over his face. “Fucking hell” he chuffly speaks, looking you up and down, satoru winks at you, “you should come by t’ shout at me again”

[endless-ineffabilities]

chemical override (nocturnal file) 18+

Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader

a/n: oh, no! What is this? Did I let my imagination get the better of me again? To those of you asking for smut, this is one way we can satisfy those desires. Oh, and no taglist for this file - whoever finds it, finds it. It'll be our (and Ewan's!) little secret.

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Aemond's patience is sorely being tested.

The battle is on the morrow, and the Blackwood bitch refuses to relent useful intelligence on the enemy's doings.

Aemond had captured her as a prize of war, and kept her in the dungeons of the Red Keep. He would visit her every so often, trying to get her to break, to see her relentlessly vexing spirits dimmed.

But to no avail. She is as stubborn as her entire, rotten lot. This bastard daughter of House Blackwood, a formidable swordswoman in her own right, would be someone whom Aemond might admire, if the circumstances were different.

If he did not hate her with every fibre of his being.

It is callous, almost desperate. He did not know of his precise aim when he asked the guards to deposit her in his chambers.

Yet here she is.

Hair matted and skin decorated with grime and mud and dried blood. The blood isn't even hers - she had clawed and fought tooth and nail when Aemond attempted to subdue her. And he did. But it feels as if he had gained nothing out of it.

Only the presence of this rough and foul-mouthed bastard girl, a sorry excuse for a lady.

If only she did not possess a fire that Aemond hadn't seen before in anyone else. If only she wasn't so fucking beautiful.

"Do you plan to question me some more, One-Eye? Or are you finally going to kill me?"

With those words, Aemond realises that he never planned to kill her. Nor does he ever wish to. She is his prize, after all.

And his prize throws him off guard with another query, "Or perhaps... you would do away with all this pretense and fuck me like your whore?"

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Aemond lunges forward and grips her jaw. She only smirks, as if enjoying it, "I've seen the way you look at me, One-Eye. You'd sooner bed me than get rid of me, admit it."

He towers over her figure, imposing and formidable, and yet it is she that has the upper hand. He feels unsure for once. Of what is to happen next. Of his own compromised desires.

So she decides for him, when she rises on her tiptoes and presses her warm mouth to his.

It feels wretched. It is revolting, kissing the enemy, and yet Aemond finds himself leaning closer. He drags her to his bed and pushes her down atop the sheets. She flops like a rag doll, groaning in protest, but then spreads her legs wide open, inviting him in.

"Fuck you, bastard," he licks a stripe down her neck, his actions negating his words, "You are nothing to me."

"By all means, One-Eye," she only purrs, "fuck me."

That is all he needs. He rips off all trace of clothing from their wanting bodies. Positioning himself, he torments her with his hardened cock prodding at her wet cunny.

With an animalistic growl of both rage and surrender, he thrusts inside, and she feels him deep in the warmth of her cunt. His balls smack against the skin of her arse, and again when he slides out and back in. All the way in.

"Gods, One-Eye," she traces the scar on his cheekbone with one delicate finger, the motion gentle and almost foreign, "you're not letting me go after this, are you?"

"Never," he rasps, connecting his lips against hers, resuming his thrusting. "Uhhhhh, fuck, fuck," he moans against her parted mouth, his sounds turning into hissing when she resorts to digging her nails into his back as he slams his cock in roughly, right to the hilt.

"What will... become of... me, hmm?" she asks, in between panting. Their bodies grow sweaty, glistening in the candlelight. The lewd sounds of his cock fucking her aching pussy is like music to his ears. He cradles her face with one hand, and responds, "You will be mine. You are mine."

"I can't be, now, can I? You're still in New York," she says.

What did she say? Aemond startles, sitting back on his heels. With his cock still buried inside her, she follows suit so she sits on top of him. He nearly loses his mind when she gazes at him, biting her lip in the most lustful manner.

"I've never ridden a dragon before," she says, slowly gliding her pussy up and down his cock. "You feel so good, baby."

"B-baby?" Aemond does not understand the moniker. Is it customary among the Blackwoods to call a lover such? What a strange thing. And what did she mention before? What of this New Ark?

"I wish you were with me," she moans, bouncing on top of him, pressing her breasts against his face. Milking his cock like her life depends on it, and it just might. This Blackwood bastard would have leverage if she had dragonseed in her belly.

"I am with you," he breathes, before kissing her again, but she quickly pulls away.

"No you aren't, Ewan," she protests. "You're away."

Ewan?

"Ewan!" he hears someone call out. "Ewan, we yelled cut a while ago!"

Aemond - Ewan - blinks against an onslaught of bright light. The set is illuminated once more. He sees you still sitting on top of him, grinning impishly. But you're not fully naked as he thought - you wear pasties on your breasts in the same shade of your skin, as well as matching underwear. He looks down at this cock, and sees it covered in some fitted piece of cloth.

"Where are we, Blackwood?"

You only giggle lightly at his confusion, "Ewan, baby, are you still in character?"

"My... my name is Aemond."

"Oh, baby," you press your forehead to his, "of course it is. My Aemond."

"That was beautiful, you two," a woman approaches them, "All in all, a perfect take."

He hears himself speak, but he doesn't fully understand what he means, "It's easy because we are in love in real life, I suppose."

The Blackwood girl - you - shuffle over to the edge of the bed, and a woman comes forward and uses some brush on your face.

This is not the Red Keep. He is not Aemond?

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to knock some sense into himself. When he opens them again, he finds himself transported in what looks like your hotel room in LA.

"Ewan," he hears you whisper. He looks down and the both of you are naked under the sheets, cuddling each other. He feels lighter now, more content. The sensation that he no longer possesses his long, silver hair washes over him.

Because he is Ewan, his identity sliding back into place like a puzzle piece.

And you're his love.

You place a kiss on his chest, then the crook of his neck, and finally, his lips.

"I want you," your words come so sweetly, so faint, and yet it sends shivers down his spine.

He feels your soft touch gliding against his skin, your fingers tracing the contours of his abs, then down, down, to his erect...

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Ewan's eyes fly open. He looks around the room frantically, trying to right himself and return to full consciousness.

He's in his hotel room in New York. The digital clock reads 4:40 AM. This would be the day of his meeting, and it's way too early to be awake.

That dream. Oh, fuck, that dream.

It has rendered him warm all over, covered in a sheen of sweat. He feels something straining under the covers. Under his boxers. Some thing to deal with.

A remnant of the dream, and of you.

Of you. It's depraved, and he feels like a hypersexual teenage boy. But it wouldn't be the first time. He reaches for his phone and finds his favourite picture of you.

The screen illuminates his face in the darkness. His other hand shamelessly creeps its way in the shadows, down below.

And with heavy-lidded eyes, and a yearning heart and body, he dreams.

soooo, I think we all know what he did at the end 😉

I know this is not direct, full-on, real-person smut (I'm still on the fence about that) but whatever works, eh?

thanks for participating in our secret sessions! See you for part five of the series <3

[my-castles-crumbling]

inhale - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 222 - slightly NSFW?

Remus didn’t have a lot of enemies. He fancied himself a likable enough person, though sometimes he questioned why. He was a bit sarcastic and he had trouble giving a fuck about much of anything before a Full Moon. But nonetheless, he didn’t consider anyone or anything to be an all-out foe except, perhaps, the moon itself.

Until, that is, he saw Sirius arrive to the Gryffindor victory party in a skirt. Then, suddenly, that little piece of leathery fabric was his biggest adversary. Because it was in the way.

And fuck, the way it covered Sirius’s arse in a way that made every curve known, slipping up his creamy thigh every time he bent a bit while he danced to the music pouring out of the magically-enhanced record player…Remus wanted to rip it off his body. Preferably with his teeth.

“Remus,” Lily muttered into his ear as he stood watching Sirius grind against James, grinning and throwing his hands in the air, the tiny skirt slowly moving up, up, up his legs.

“Mmm?” he barely responded, glazed-over eyes glued to the moving hemline.

“Breathe,” Lily ordered, voice full of humor.

And, inhaling with a gasp, Remus turned, wrenching his gaze from his friend.

“I need a drink,” he murmured dazedly, grabbing Lily’s hand to drag her away.

“Or five,” she laughed.

[thegnomelord]

Lending a Hand

CW:NSFW @bluegiragi Monster tf141au go give her some love!, Werewolf Soap!, Harpy Gaz!, Mage reader!, Dom top Male reader, sub bottom Gaz and Soap, gratuitous depictions of sex, heat/rut, Dom/sub, anulingus, knotting, dirty talk (attempts at it anyway), Poly!TF141,

3k word long af fic because I overwrote again :/ asks are always welcome lol.

Price and Ghost had left you three to entertain yourselves while they went on a mission, and like every thing in Soap's life, his rut come in swinging out of nowhere. One moment he's playing some old racing game, sitting on the floor while you and Gaz sit on the harpys' bed, and the next — his nose is twitching and he swears he can taste your scents on his tongue, the heavenly combination of Gaz's spicy sweet cologne and your own harsher smell making heat burn in every cell of his body.

He feels Gaz's leg brush against his back and it makes every strand of hair on his body puff up, a low sound like rumbling thunder ringing in his ears and an overwhelming need to scent you two clawing at his brain. The controller falls from his hands when he turns to nuzzle his face into Gaz's leg, huffing in his scent like a man possessed, his mind already imagining all the times they've fucked and how fucking good Kyle had felt wrapped around his knot like a proper mate. His cock grows hard in his pants and his skin flushes when he realizes the low rumbling sound is coming from him; a mating growl that neither of you can answer.

"Soap, you alright there?" He moans hearing your voice, the sudden sensation of your hand on his shoulder and your heavy scent — corrupted by magic and smelling of overwhelming dominance as if you're a part of the nature running in his blood — has his tail curling up without prompting and back arching with a high pitched whine, clawed hands grasping at both of your legs now.

"Donnoe mates... feeling hoht all of a'udden." Soap slurrs, sight and mind going hazy, mind buzzing with heat. His cock is hardening in his pants, and there's a slickness between his thighs when he rubs them together.

"Shit, think the git's going into rut." Kyle says under his breath, his feathers ruffling up when he reaches out to feel the heat of Johnny's forehead. Soap moans at the skin contact only for it to turn into a growl when he realizes he can't scent you both at once. His body feels like it wants to rip itself in half to hold both of you, to cover both you and Gaz in his scent and fuck, but with only one body he does the next best thing and pivots on his knees to shove his face where the scent is the strongest — your crotch.

"Fuck- MacTavish!" You hiss, immediately trying to shove him. He clings to you like a fly to shit, whining incomprehensible words and chest stinging from rejection. His body shakes and shifts, not the sudden transformation you're used to seeing on the battlefield but a minute gradual change parallel to his need. Clawed hands grip your legs, his clothes straining at the seams when he pants against your crotch, tail curled up in an desperate attempt to gain his mates' attention; to show how strong and good and ready he is.

"Shit, sorry lad." Kyle gives an awkward cough. "Help me with him yeah? My arse won't be able to handle him like this." He says and doesn't even have enough decency to look embarrassed about his words, reaching out to tug on Soap's hair like he knows Johnny likes, Kyle's attempts to tug him away only making him burry his face into your groin even more.

"You sure, won't I be taking advantage of him?" You go to ask if this would be too much, if you'd be crossing a line when Soap's like this — blissed out and barely himself — even if you feel your cock harden from his nuzzling.

"Yeah... you're fine— he'd had bit you by now if he was against it." Gaz says with a small awkward giggle all first time lovers make, not at all realizing it's not the best thing to say when you have a half transformed werewolf shoving his face into your dick. "We trust you mate." He admits; even if you've been on the team a few months, even if your past isn't all that reputable — they trust you. Both of them.

Soap's not paying attention to what's being said, how could he when he can smell you and feel your cock through your pants, and fuck he wants it needs it in him now. He mouths at your cock, uncaring and unaware of his fangs painfully scraping and digging into your skin through your clothes. All he wants is to taste that cock, his body growing bigger and clothes ripping at the seams as his mind conjured up thoughts of fucking and being fucked.

His insides clench pitifully around nothing and he needs a cock to push deep inside him and stretch him wide until he's knotted and round with pups. His knot feels hard and cold and he needs to feel tight heat of a mate around his knot that he can breed full of his cum. He needs... he needs—

"Fine! Fine!" You give in with a hiss when Johnny's teeth dig into your pants in an attempt to get to your cock. You tug him up by the hair your grip harsher and firmer than Kyle's, everything about you feeling so overwhelmingly dominant he doesn't even try to fight, only trying to get closer to you.

You have to brace yourself when he bears down on you, teeth going to mark up your throat the moment he can push his face into your neck. You groan when he bites down on your neck with sharp teeth and Gaz croons softly, pushing himself close to you both, his large wings twitching excitedly when Soap answers with a low whiny growl of his own. His attention pivots and now he's trying to scent and mark the harpy until you shift just a bit and his head ricochets back to your neck, teeth creating a warzone on both of your necks.

"Alright, Gaz, on the bed." You order and yank Soap's head back when he bites too close to your jugular. Gaz moves to follow your order and you have to hold Soap by the hips to keep him from lunging at Kyle because his mate is going away and he can't have that!

"Wait." Your harsh and rough voice falls on deaf ears as Soap continues to shift and get bigger, his shirt tearing off his body and the button of his pants popping open. The sudden release of his cock has Soap whining low and loud and rocking his hips into the air as if already mating and his tail smacking against your leg as a sign for you to just fuck him already. "What the fuck did I just say?" You growl and grab his clothed dick in a harsh grip.

"So- fock- ry, sorry!" Soap manages, his hips still doing small thrusts in an attempt to grind his slick backside against your crotch despite your chastising.

"Well aren't you bossy." Gaz teases and watches you two with a hungry dark look in his eyes, already naked and reclining on the bed, his back tensing as he forces his wings to retract into his body. God knows a rutting Soap doesn't have enough brain space not to crush his wings while fucking him.

Your eyes meet Gaz's. "How about he preps you?" Your question has Johnny's canine tongue lolling out of his maw automatically as if Gaz needs more convincing.

"Jesus, fuck yeah," Gaz breathes out, not even needing to be told what position to take. He flops on his stomach, laying his head on a pillow and pushes his knees beneath him to raise his arse into the air and spread his thighs wide open, vulnerable hole and hard cock almost shamelessly on display.

"God, look at you Gazzy, so eager to get your ass eaten out?" You coo, enjoying the view as much as Soap is. "Or are you imagining how pretty you'll look stuck on this big knot?" You ask, catching his eyes as you pull down Soap's boxers down just enough for his dick to poke out, already hard and wet and leaking pre like a faucet.

"How about it boy? Can you use that mouth of yours for something useful this once?" You tease Soap with your words, keeping him from lunging at Gaz. Your rough words and even rougher hold on him has Johnny nodding his head as fast as he can, unintelligent words rolling from his mouth.

"Get on with it you bloody git." Kyle demands with a blush, arching his back.

"You heard him, be good and stretch him out for your knot properly...or else." The slight edge of danger in your tone has Soap paying attention even when your words go in one ear and out the other and he dives face first into Gaz's backside the moment you let go of him. Soap wastes no time and immediately slobbers all over Kyle's skin, drawing surprised squawks from the other man as his tongue licks from his balls up to his arse and back again. It doesn't take long for Soap to concentrate on his hole, even less for Soap to bully his tongue inside Gaz flooding his hole with slobber and stretching him wide open.

"Oh fock, oh shit..." Kyle burrows his head into the pillow, trying and failing to hide his harsh moans and small chirps and sharp 'ah, ah, ah's with every twist and turn of Soap's wide and longue tongue. He doesn't care when Soap grip his thighs so hard that bruises bloom immediately, not when Soap buries his face deeper into his arse that Soap's nose is flush with his tail bone and his canine tongue abuses his prostate.

"Such eager lads." You chuckle and settle behind Soap, pulling what remains of his pants down his thighs and off him. He growls at you, before your presence registers in his mind and his tail is curling up and as soon as the pants are down he's spreading his thighs and arching his back and wiggling his arse like a trained whore. He's leaking like a tap on both ends, his cock rock hard and knot half engorged and slick staining his skin from hole to mid thigh.

"Already wet for me Johnny? And here I thought you're supposed to fuck bitches—" You grab his tail and tug it up making Gaz scream a loud-"Fuck!"- when Johnny jumps and his tongue pushes as far as it can go. "—not be one."

Soap's shaking and his dick's leaking from the rough treatment of his tail, but the appendage wags even as you manhandle it. "Shit, mate, don't stop talking." Gaz moans into the pillow, claws and talons desperately clinging to the bedding with every thrust and twist of Soap's tongue. It's like your words are a drug that push both of them deeper and deeper into lust, Soap's brain long since melted into his dick.

"Yeah? You like how good Johnny's eating you Gaz?" You ask, your fingers grasping and playing with Soap's ample ass. "Does he taste good Johnny? Just think how tight he's going to be around you, you'll stretch him good huh?" Soap can do nothing but whine at the absolute filth leaving your lips, each word urging and commanding him to shove his tongue deeper, to cover every inch of his spongy walls in spit, of bashing his prostate with his tongue until Gaz's moaning and squawking like a bitch in heat.

"Good boy," Your fingers trace against Soap's hole and fuck he's so wet for you that you don't even need to get lube, holding his tail by the base you hook and push your thumb into his waiting hole and Soap howls as his body clenches down so hard you'd think he was aiming to break bones.

"Biased much mate?" Gaz croaks and chuckles between his moans, his hips moving into Soap's face in a desperate attempt to cum, stray loose feathers disappearing between the sheets.

"Good boys." You correct yourself, pulling your thumb out despite Soap's desperate whines and pushing two fingers into him at once, setting a harsh and quick pace that has both of them whining and moaning and growling.

Your fingers are thick and calloused from years of magic use and they stretch Soap out so good he can't help but moan into Kyle's hole, barely able to pant with spit running down his lips. His rut made his prostate so big your large fingers find it as soon as you're knuckles deep and you're quick to rub and press on it with all the finesse of a tank. You keep firm hold of him by his tail and Soap cums as soon as you push three fingers down on his prostate, white ropes of cum shooting into the sheets and pulling Gaz into his own orgasm.

"Good lads, you did good." The pride in your voice has their hearts beating just a little quicker, reaching over you tug Johnny's head away from Kyle's ass with a lewd and depraved 'squelch' 'shlich' ringing through as Johnny rolls his tongue into his mouth. Shit, Gaz looks so wrecked already, wet sounds echoing through the room every time his hole clenches around nothing. Johnny's so big now, at least a foot taller than you now, but he submits so prettily to you...

Pulling your fingers out of Johnny earns you a rumbling growl, his cock not even having softened hips grinding back on yours. "Hush now." You order with your mouth close to his pointy ear, "Don't worry Johnny, you'll be nice and full of cock in no time."

Kyle shifts and gains your attention. "Kyle, you okay? Need to tap out?" You ask, pushing your absolutely drenched fingers into Soap's mouth to quiet his whining, you don't mind his teeth nicking your fingers and Johnny's so lustdrunk to care about who's slick he's tasting only that it makes his cock that much harder.

"That- nah." Kyle breathes, completely boneless but still managing to perk his arse up a bit. "Come on, just wanna feel 'im, please."

"You heard him Johnny." Pulling your fingers out of his mouth you guide Johnny to mount Gaz, one hand firmly on his tail and the other wrapped around the tip of his cock so all he can do is uselessly hump Gaz without penetrating him. Johnny doesn't even notice you teasing the both of them when you rub his tip against Gaz's hole every time his hips pull back, only to angle his cock up the second Johnny tries to thrust into Kyle.

"Focking git!" Gaz whines, and you don't need to see him beneath Soap's broad and large frame to know he's glaring at you. "Get on with it or I swear I'll string everything you own up in the trees." His threat would be a lot scarier if his voice wasn't weak and whiny from your teasing.

"Spoilsport." You tease back, blindly angling Johnny's cock tip against his hole, easing your grip and letting Soap slide his cock into Gaz in an agonizingly slow pace until only his knot remained outside of Gaz with your calloused hand clutching it. "Feels good?" You receive moans and low growls in response, Soap's mind so consumed by the heavenly heat around his cock he can do nothing but pant and thrust his hips forward. "Okay, okay, be good now." You laugh and let go of his cock.

The second his proverbial collar is taken off Soap wastes no time and begins fucking Gaz in earnest, biting down hard on his shoulder, hips and tail a blur of movement and all of his lupine strength going into jackhammering his cock as deep as fast into Gaz as he physically can. The bed 'thump, thump, thump's against the wall wall with every violent thrust, drowned out by Kyle's moans and whines and shouts Johnny manages to pull each time his balls slap against Gaz's. You can even see the way his knot stretches Gaz's ass, his hole greedily clenching around the bulb as it grows bigger and bigger with every hip shattering thrust that leaves Gaz grasping at clawing at whatever he can reach.

You don't even have time to finish undressing before Johnny's shoving his cock deep inside and cumming with a deep growl, his teeth firmly latched onto Gaz's flesh and knot keeping them tied together.

Kyle groans when Soap collapses on top of him, arms wrapped firmly around him and pinning him down to the bed as every bit of strength leaves the werewolf. "That was fast." You chuckle, going to turn them to their sides so Soap isn't crushing Gaz. You notice Gaz is still hard like a rock, a little bulge in his stomach where Johnny's cock and cum fill his insides. Even after cumming twice Soap still tries to fuck in his delirium but manages only small little shuffles of his hips that only succeed in making his seed slosh around inside Gaz.

"Insatiable monsters." You tease, one hand tracing the belly bulge and lifting Soap's leg up on your shoulder with the other, his thighs even slicker now than before.

"Man... shu'it." Gaz slurs, watching you stroke your cock a few times with hooded eyes, Soap's head buried in his shoulder and teeth creating more marks on his skin. Soap turns cuddly after a good rut, at least until it starts all over again. "Fuck, you gonna...?"

"Yep." You say, sliding closer. It's an odd position to take and your back is going to complain later, but it's more than worth it when you finally get to slide inside Johnny's soaking wet arse, pulling low groans from both of them as it makes Johnny's cock slide a bit deeper. "Shit, you're so tight Johnny."

Gaz can feel the cock inside him twitch from your praise and the vibrations of a purr through his skin as Soap tries to thrust his hips back into yours despite the knot and Soap's arms not willing to let him separate from Gaz. You begin with a slow pace and every rock of your hips has the knot inside Kyle pushing and pulling on his poor oversensitive insides, Soap's cum sloshing inside him. He already feels so full and like there's fire in his veins, but this slow and deep pace you set has his head tilting down and body fully relaxing and letting himself just feel.

Despite being mentally checked out for a while, a little bit of Soap's lucidity comes back now that he's knotted; Everything he can smell everything he can feel everything he is zeroes down on his groin, on the heavenly heat wrapped around his knot and your unhurried but strong thrusts. That's what he needs right now— to forget what it feels like to be empty and feel a hard cock spearing his insides and bullying his prostate and leaving him drooling on Gaz's skin.

You manage to push them into cuming again before your own climax reaches you and you cum deep in Soap, who in response bites down on Gaz's shoulder again. You try to pull away but Soap growls and whines, he doesn't want to feel empty again when you'd filled him so fucking good, he wants you to stay like this, keep him nice and full with your cum.

Gaz blindly grabs at you, vocalizing what Soap can't. "Stay." He manages to slur, looking like he's ready to fall asleep any second with Johnny already snoozing the moment you stop moving.

Despite the stickiness you're no doubt going to wake up with, you sigh and settle down behind Soap, throwing a hand around his massive frame and not even noticing when exhaustion claims you.

...

"Well would'ou look at that, really tuckered themselves out." Price's voice rings somewhere at the edge of your subconsciousness, though it's hard to tell when exhaustion has you so firmly by the throat you can barely open your eyes.

"Could have turned their mics off." It takes you a moment to recognize Ghost's voice somewhere near you, your body almost not your own as it nuzzles into the warm back in front of you.

This time a chuckle comes, "Don't say it as if you didn't like it." There's a teasing lilt to his voice, but your attention is stolen away when Soap moves and only now you realize that not only are you still inside him, but he's far from satisfied.

You don't even think he's awake yet his hips start moving again, pulling sounds from both you and Gaz because fuck your dick's so oversensitive you think it might fall off.

"Howa 'bout we leave them to it hmm? Looks like he's got his hands full." Price's referring to you, and you hear his snort when Soap whines and thrusts his hips back into yours again with enough force you swear you hear something creak.

God help you...and your pelvis.

[jam3sacaster]

“You’re such a dirty girl.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by @nebulastarr / Rupert & reader get down & dirty in the shower

18+ FANFIC / SUPER SMUT. Kinda short but hope you love! Reader character aged 21.

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Twisting your key in the lock of Penscombe Court, you allowed the numerous bulging shopping bags to fall onto the ground. Shit, there were eggs in there, you think to yourself. “Rupert?” You bellow up the stairs, faintly hearing the soft spray of the shower in the bathroom. No response, of course. Rupert Campbell-Black was dead to the world when he was showering. Smirking to yourself and kicking off your boots, you quietly creep up the winding staircase and tap gently on the bathroom door.

“Rupert?” You call again, cracking the door open a touch and peeking through. Your lover was massaging shampoo into his scalp — a huge mound of foam and suds cascading down his rippled back. Turning to face you whilst rinsing his hair, you caught a glimpse of his incredible size and rolled your eyes in indulgence. Standing on the peak of your tip-toes, you continue to slither into the bathroom and lean on the doorframe, waiting for Rupert Campbell-Black to notice you admiring him. Water droplets caught on his tremendously long eyelashes as he rinsed his face, and the silken, golden light of the evening cast the most remarkable glow on his Herculean figure.

“Hello, you.” The aristocratic man spoke, beaming smile across his face. “How has your day been?” He asks, stepping momentarily away from the water to hear your answer. “Okay. Boring. I’ve been shopping, but I’ve just been trying to fill my day until I could see you.” You reply, rubbing your arm nervously and furiously resisting the urge to bite your lip. You’re practically leering at him. “Lizzie was over earlier, actually. She came into our bedroom to borrow one of my dresses, and my lingerie from last night was on the floor.” You wince, rubbing your slender hands over your face in shake. Mortifying. Rupert chuckled to himself and raised a perfectly-groomed eyebrow at you. “How indecent of you. You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

You paused for a moment, not wanting to answer his risqué question. He’d be out of the shower and ripping your clothes off in an instant. “Care to join me?” He asks, motioning out his hand to pull you in. Feigning deep thought, you raised an eyebrow and scrunched your supple lips. “Hmm…” You continued to make your ridiculous humming sound as you raise your linen dress over your head, slipping out of your tights and banishing your underwear to the floor. Rupert couldn’t help but rub his hands together on excitement— his mind already picturing the hard fucking he was about to inflict upon you.

Stepping into the shower, you let the steaming water gush over your body, reddening your skin and allowing you to deeply exhale. Inching towards you with his soap-covered body, Rupert ran your hands over your body, allowing his sizeable hands to encompass your perky breasts. “My God, you have the most remarkable body.” He growled, his intense gaze making you blush furiously. Grabbing now his bar of soap and rubbing it across your chest, he couldn’t help but chuckle once again at the sight of your soapy breasts. You spun yourself round so he could give the same treatment to your rounded arse.

After he had finished proficiently drenching your body in lavender-scented excellency, Rupert brought his rugged hand to your throat, squeezing softly. With his other hand, he guided his leaking cock to your sodden entrance, teasing you as your legs seized. “Please.” You breathlessly muttered, arching your back towards his length. Closing his eyes in anticipation, he thrusted into you, immediately undertaking a violently pleasurable pace. The intoxicating concoction of his hand squeezed around your throat and his hardened cock pounding you made you light-headed — and hungry for your orgasm.

It wouldn’t be long, if he maintained this pace, before Rupert coated your walls in his sticky seed. Your water-puckered hands gripped onto the shower walls as you begged for stability whilst Rupert continued to ravish you. “Fuck, angel. I’m already getting close.” He moaned breathlessly, lulling his head back in ecstasy. Head spinning and breasts bouncing under the pressure, your moans grew more frenzied and frantic. Bringing your hand to play with your clit, you coaxed yourself into orgasm, but Rupert stopped you. “Wait for me, angel. I want us to finish together.” He instructed, keeping a firm hand gripping your waist.

His thrusts becoming evermore sloppy and lazy, you could tell your lover was approaching his own release. “Are you ready, angel?” He asks, releasing his grip from your throat. “Yes.” You pant breathlessly, toes curling.

With the most fantastical groan to ever grace your eats, Rupert stifled his movements as he shot ropes of cum into your pussy, grabbing a hold of your breast for stability. “Oh fuck.” You hear him groan under his breath, unable to deal with the intensity of his orgasm as he drank in the sound of you cumming, overshadowed only by that of the shower.

[blackjackkent]

@astreamofstars suggested my next dive into the parsed dialogue files should be looking at the various Vicious Mockery lines available for player characters, and the ways the different companion character VAs speak them. This turned out to be quite challenging, as there are a LOT of them!

There are a total of 97 unique Vicious Mockery lines, each of which was recorded by all ten companion character VAs PLUS all twelve custom character VAs, for a total of 2,134 recorded lines, which is wild. (This is not including Ethel's 60 unique Vicious Mockery lines as well, which brings the total to 2,194.)

In this video, I've collected all 97 VM lines across all ten companion VAs, along with notes (where applicable) on things like

references to Shakespeare (or other pieces of media)

places where BG3 continues a time-honored tradition of the series by butchering archaic English grammar

interesting inconsistencies between the VAs or with the written dialogue

(If you notice any references I missed, please let me know and I might edit the video! :D )

In making this video, I ended up listening to all these lines a LOT, and I do love that some definite patterns emerge which are very on-brand for the characters in question.

Astarion often sounds deeply disdainful and at times almost bored. He barrels through some of the lines as if he doesn't think the recipient of his insult is even worth his time. (Also him calling someone a "parchment-pallored villain" is a bit rich, don't you think? :P )

Gale is deeply pleased with his own cleverness and laughs at his own jokes.

In my opinion, Dave Jones by far most Understood The Assignment; Halsin bellows out the lines like a Shakespearean actor playing to the back row and really relishes the language.

Jaheira is in full mother-tiger voice and clearly ready to kick ass and take names; she's not messing around. (With one exception - I have been laughing over Tracy Wiles's reading of "Mouthier than an arse, twice as full o' shite" for the entire duration of this project, because solely for that line she sounds like she's been possessed by some unknown force and is utterly baffled by the words coming out of her own mouth.)

Karlach reads most of these lines as either battle-cry or schoolyard taunt and seems utterly delighted in both cases. I enjoy that she adds a fun roll on her r's to sound all mockingly fancy.

Lae'zel generally sounds like she's about to rip someone's throat out and often seems completely oblivious to the humor involved, even on lines like the delightful pun, "As the leg, you'll end in defeat."

Minsc definitely doesn't know what most of these words mean but he makes up for it in enthusiasm. I enjoy that "Mouthier than an arse" becomes "mouthier than a butt" only for him. XD

Minthara, like Lae'zel, is mostly not coming at this from a place of amusement; she's MAD. She sounds like a judge handing down sentence in the most disdainful manner possible. (That said, she has my favorite deliveries on some of the lines with timing-related humor: "Thou art saucy... as gruel," "Thine eyes! Pools of tepid piss," "Like a summer's day... thou art sweaty," etc.)

Shadowheart just sounds deeply offended that her target is existing anywhere near her. She's practically spitting on all her plosive consonants and it's delightful.

Wyll sounds remarkably fierce given how nice a dude he is, but a lot of his lines have some righteous indignation (appropriate for a former noble and the Blade of Frontiers) - or he just sounds like he pities his opponent. His reading of "It vexes me to know of you" is my favorite of the whole cast; he just sounds so disbelieving of his target's stupidity.

Overall I think my favorite of these lines is towards the end: "Your body's a temple - to an idiot god!" All ten companions really stick the landing on that one. :D

Thanks for watching! Hope you enjoy.

(Got requests for other investigations into BG3 dialogue? Drop me an ask and let me know! )

[random-thot-generator]

This is so NSFW. MDNI.

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I imagine John Price would need a lot of patience for the type of woman he's attracted to.

He says he wants a sweet little housewife, and he does, but he wants her to have a little spunk, too, a little bit of fight in her. He doesn't want a doormat, he wants a partner that will stand up for herself and stand up to him, if need be, but he would also want a woman that will have his back.

And that's you.

Just imagine some karen getting rude with John in the grocery store, and you, his sweet little missus, overhears it. John would be trying to keep the peace, handle the situation without causing a scene, when you come charging down the aisle like the flaming angel of vengeance and proceed to tear into Karen with a verbal beat down of biblical proportions.

John's just standing there stunned, because he just thought he'd seen you mad before, but this is on a whole other level. Your face is scrunched up in a mean scowl and you've got this karen backed up against the shelf, finger pointed right at the end of her nose, daring her to say one more word to your man.

John might have to pull you out of the grocery store when the manager threatens to call the cops, but as soon as he gets you back to the car, he's got you pressed up against it and kissing you until you have to get in the car, because your legs are too shaky to support you.

And once he gets you home, oh, mama!

He's got you set up on the kitchen counter, pants hanging off one ankle, panties ripped off and flung God knows where, and he is plowing into you like he's holding a grudge. I mean, he's putting his back into it, banging the cabinets with every hard thrust, hands gripping your ass tight enough to bruise. It's just balls-deep, unhinged fucking, because that was the hottest fucking thing he's ever seen you do, and you did it for him.

He's got your hair fisted in his hand, looking you dead in the eye when he growls, "Would've put 'er on 'er arse if she'd laid a finger on me, yeah?"

You lock your legs around him and yank him forward, digging your nails into the back of his neck and biting his earlobe before whispering in his ear, "They would've carried that bitch out on a stretcher."

And John comes so hard his knees wobble.

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[dumbbitchgalore]

Old man!Price talking you through it 🙇🏽‍♀️

"That's it petal, fuck that pretty cunt on my thigh" John groans while taking in the sight of your fucked-out expression as you continue to grind on his thigh despite the multiple orgasms he's ripped out of you.

You whine, "Baby... hah... my thighs hurt..."

Panting in frustration as feel yourself coming undone once again. The slickness dripping from your pussy coating your inner thigs. Gripping onto his shoulder, you throw your head back whimpering in overstimulation.

John lets out a huff of amusement as he takes a drag of his cigar before blowing it in your face making you cough and your eyes water at the arcid smell.

"Your fault, Birdie." He states.

Giving your arse a smack, he guides your hips making you rock on his thigh faster and harder. His grip on your hips bruising, searing his handprint onto your skin. You do as he shows, dragging your cunt faster on his thigh.

You lean closer to his face trying to give him a kiss but he moves his face away from you, looking to the side not giving you the satisfaction of tasting your lips. You whine, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.

"This is what you get for bothering me when I was meeting Kate at the pub for a catch up." He says, giving your nipple a hard pinch and a quick tug.

You yelp at the sensation and slow your pace only to find John staring at you as if he's daring you to let your pace fault. You agnosingly ride his thigh and you look up at him desperately.

In reality, John loved every second you texted him when he was with Kate. He was getting the priviledge of receiving some of the most flithiest and lewd photographs he's ever had the honour of viewing.

Your cum-drunk eyes staring into the camera as you spread your legs with a pink bunny vibrator stuffed into your weeping cunt. But the former captain couldn't help but tease you before giving into your wishes.

You pant, your pace painfully fast as you squirt all over his thigh, drenching him in precious liquid gold that only he could aquire.

John gives you a content smile at your performance as he gets you off his thigh pushing you down onto the hard, cold ground.

"Let's see how well a bitch like you can whine with my cock in your mouth, hm?"

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Hi! I don't remember if there was such a question / answer but what kind of foreplay does each members ateez have before sex, how will everything begin and what could be the reason / atmosphere for this?)

I finally have the time to answer this question IN detail because a few members are similar to each other and others are quite different.

Disclaimer: This analysis is for delusional purposes only and is entirely theoretical and based on astrology.

Ateez Members And Foreplay:

Kim Hongjoong:

His Scorpio Venus/Virgo Mars means he LOVES foreplay and he has high stamina so he likes to take his time and show you his love.

The Scorpio stellium means his FEELINGS have such a huge impact on how everything begins, there will be times where he's desperate and just yearns for your touch.

'I can't hold back tonight angel, I need you right now'

And there will be times where he's in the mood to tease and taunt, edging you with his fingers and tongue, enjoying your brow sweat and thighs tighten- the power he would feel.

'Uh-uh, if you keep talking to me like that- then neither of us will be happy tonight'.

Park Seonghwa:

Aquarius Venus/Aries Mars = what is foreplay?

Seonghwa's sex drive is THROUGH THE ROOF (one of the highest in the group) and so he's just ready to go all the time and in any place.

You're on the couch watching Netflix and a sex scene comes on?

He'll bend you over the couch and take you right there and then.

You're wearing his favourite pair of stockings and heels?

He will fuck you in those pair of heels, regardless of whether you're in public or in the privacy of your own home.

So foreplay most of the time will be hasty because the end game is you.

Jeong Yunho:

Soft, sweet...until he's bored.

Yunho and his Taurus Venus/Scorpio Mars- like Hongjoong has a fluctuating sex drive and it would depend on the energy of the moment.

If you're in a CNC scene (which I have mentioned is a strong kink of Yunho) then foreplay will involve picking you up, pinning you down, holding your body to him and using you as he pleases.

'Just let me have you now princess and I'll take care of you later'

But- if he's in a playful and light-hearted mood...then foreplay will just be cute kisses, soft hands down your body, light teasing and muffled giggles.

'What? I just love kissing you princess, your moans and giggles are so cute, I could listen to them all day'.

Kang Yeosang:

Yeosang's Leo Venus and Libra Mars indicates a high sex drive but slow momentum so his form of foreplay could be such a tiny action at first- a kiss on your cheek...brushing your hair away from your face.

And then the more eager he becomes, the more dominant his actions become and he'll pull you on top of him, groping your arse and voice deepening, his grip tightening.

His Libra Mars indicates cowgirl or any position where you're on top is what he loves- not because he's submissive but because he loves seeing your tits bounce in his face and sweat beading down your neck.

'My precious doll, you're such a cute angel for me, you're beautiful, you're gorgeous...I don't know what else to say'...

Choi San:

San and his Leo Venus/Scorpio Mars means there is no reason for him to have sex, if he gets an urge or you have an urge- then that's enough for him to get hot and heavy and crave you under him.

With his Gemini Moon however...BANTER!!! If you're in a public area..he might just whisper in your ear or send you a sneaky text message so you're all pent-up and needy when you're alone with him.

'I was just talking to someone else and all I could think about was how much I wanted to rip that dress off and bury my head between your legs.'

Song Mingi:

Is the type to wait for you to make the first move but would hint and give off little whines and whimpers when he's feeling needy.

Imagine him rolling his hips against yours when he's spooning you in the dead of night or pulling your body towards him and holding him against you with his large, broad hands.

His Virgo Venus in retrograde makes him prone to anxiety and over-thinking in times of intimacy and he has a Cancer Mercury so imagine less degradation and more mewling.

'You feel so good baby ple-eeease...can I? I won't be long...you're just so warm and soft and I'll do all the work, I just want to feel you right now'

Jung Wooyoung:

Have you met Wooyoung? His Sagittarius Sun and Scorpio Mercury means he'd be so matter of fact with foreplay- it could come across as crude and shocking at times because he would be so matter of fact.

He would be nestled against you on the couch and gently rubbing your back as you're watching Netflix, his hands becoming more suggestive and grabby.

'I'm boooored- let's fuck right now, I'll even eat you out first because I want something fun to do'.

Choi Jongho:

Jongho is always difficult for me to explore in a verbal manner because I feel a lot of his communication and preference would be non-verbal and based on pure intuition.

His observant behaviour would easily notice your slumped demeanour if you've had a hard day at work or life is a struggle right now.

Would carry you bridal style to the bedroom and gaze at you lovingly, his touches soft and sweet, his treatment of you as light as a feather.

'Honey, let me help you forget about your day, just let go for me and I'll make it all better for you'.

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[amuseoffyre]

One thing I've enjoyed throughout both seasons of OFMD is that Stede tends to always maintain manners and politeness with everyone around him except for one Israel Hands.

Yes, at their first encounter, he's polite and civil, but Izzy is blunt and scathing back at him. From that day forward, a glorious bitch-off was born, where Stede realised that is one person he doesn't have to mask up and keep his manners with.

If Izzy is blunt and abrasive with him? Well, then, he'll be blunt and abrasive back and in spades. This is the only character Stede consistently exposes his real feelings with/towards.

And what I love even more is that in S2 is that despite now being on the same side and both working for the good of their crew, they haven't lost the snarky bitchiness that was always there.

The shift in their relationship is so well done as well. The blinkers are taken off and Izzy realises that Stede does actually know Ed in a way he didn't and likewise, Stede realises that Izzy had actually saved the crew and the ship at the cost of Ed's life, the very thing he'd tried to save in the past.

They will still rip it out of each other, but affectionately. They will still scoff in each other's faces. Stede will scream "fuck off!" at him like a highly-strung diva. Izzy will slap his arse and tell him to fuck off. Nothing is below the belt for them with Stede even making pointed jabs at Izzy's wooden leg.

Stede needs that outlet, just like Izzy needs to have someone who actually listens to him and acknowledges what he's recommending. They've reached an amicable agreement that "you're a dick, but you're my dick" and it's lovely.

[miniwrites1]

Angry s*x with Sebastian where they’re both mad at each other because of the silliest misunderstanding ever. Please I need all the spice and nsfw. Thank you so much in advance.

Anger Issues - Sebastian Sallow

Word Count - 1.5k

Theme - Smut (MINORS DNI)

Warnings - Oral Sex (M&F! Recieving), slapping, dirty talk, dom!Sebastian, sub!Reader, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (Don't be a fool, wrap your tool)

A/N - 1.5k of pure filth,enjoy! (All characters are aged up to 18+)

“Take off your clothes (Y/N).” He glared at you, staring you down until you did as he asked. Slowly you removed your cloak and uniform, taking your time to tease him. You could tell he was frustrated with you. You discarded your clothes next to his bed, leaving you in your underwear, a matching white set. His eyes roamed your body, hungry for more.

“All of it.” He demanded; you raised an eyebrow. You weren’t going to let him have you that easily.

“No. If you want it you need to take it.” You challenged, knowing how Sebastian worked, he wanted you to be pliant and take what he’d give you. Not today, not after earlier. You were going to make him work for it.

Throwing you onto his bed, frustration coursed through his veins at the smirk upon your lips.

“Is this what you wanted?” He barked. “Is this why you’ve been a bitch all day?” He asked, flipping you onto your front, making quick work of undoing your bra, ripping it from your body, before he straddled your legs, pinning you to the bed.

“Sebastian, I-.” You went to speak, but he cut you off by slapping his hand down onto your arse, turning your words into a moan.

“No. You don’t speak, I don’t want to hear you make a sound. You’ve said enough.” You fell silent, you could feel your underwear becoming soaked from his actions. A few more well-placed slaps and you were mewling under him. He shuffled up the bed slightly, leaning forward to grab your hair and pull your head back, pressing his lips up to your ear.

“Are you going to be good for me?” He asked calmly, it wasn’t normal. He was never this calm, he was normally ravenous. You thought for a moment about saying yes.

“No.”

“Wrong choice.” Sebastian removed himself from on top of you, keeping a tight grip on your hair and using it to pull you on to your hands and knees, head over the side of the bed. He undid his belt using one hand, whipping it off and discarding it across the room. The sound that it made as it hit the floor made you flinch slightly.

“Are you scared love?” He teased; you shook your head, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. You could see the hunger in his eyes, it’s like he wanted to devour you.

“Unbutton them.” He motioned to his trousers, his bulge was obvious, being trapped in the tight material. Leaning on your elbows, you worked to unbutton them as quickly as you could, feeling yourself becoming more soaked by the second.

Once the button was free, you shimmied his trousers down to his ankles making sure to take his underwear with them. His cock popped free from its fabric prison, bobbing slightly in front of you. You glanced up at him again, he looked back and simply raised an eyebrow. You pursed your lips together, a refusal. Your reaction only served to make him more frustrated, with his hand still in your hair he moved your mouth just above his cock.

“Are you trying to piss me off more?” He asked, a dark tone taking over. You smirked again, biting your lip as you looked at his cock. It was long and thick; a couple of veins present on the top. Perfect.

Sebastian took his opportunity as you released your lip from your teeth, opening your mouth slightly. He surged forwards, forcing his cock in, groaning at the feeling of your velvety mouth wrapping around him.

“Shit, your mouth feels so good love.” He moaned out, thrusting in and out as if it was his life at stake. His thrusts began to get rougher, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag slightly but he wouldn’t stop. Not until he’d gotten what he wanted from you. You gripped the backs of his thighs, holding on as he used your mouth for his pleasure until his thrust became uneven.

“I’m going to cum down your throat.” He moaned out, leaving no room for argument. He gripped your hair even tighter, forcing you down further onto his cock. His thrusts slowed and you felt a warmth fill your mouth and slide down your throat, a small amount escaping from the corners of your lips. He pulled his cock from your mouth, still semi hard, releasing your hair from his hand. He wiped the corners of your mouth with his thumb, gently pushing his cum back into your mouth as you swallowed it down.

“Are you ok?” He asked, his caring side shining through. You nodded, believing that he’d released most of his frustrations.

Before you could say anything Sebastian had his hands on your shoulders and had pushed you onto your back. Climbing on top of you again, he played with the hem of your underwear, running his finger under the band and giving is a sharp snap against your hip. You let out a small moan and the pain, causing him to smirk.

“Shall I carry on?” He asked, an eyebrow raised awaiting you answer. You nodded softly. You’d expected him to pull your underwear down, instead he pushed it to the side, exposing your soaking folds. He ran his finger through them in silence, toying with you, occasionally brushing a finger over your clit. You wriggled underneath him, trapped in by his legs either side of you.

“Please Sebastian.” You moaned out, want him. He let out a small laugh.

“Why should I?” He asked seriously, staring at your lips. He wanted to kiss you, but he wanted you to earn it.

“Please.” You moaned in response, ready to beg for his cock.

“Not good enough.” He placed his tongue flat against your clit, licking in a fast up and down motion. You could barely control yourself, your hips moved in a way that you didn’t know they could, trying to generate more friction against his tongue. His hands wandered to your waist and gripped it tightly, holding you in place as he continued his assault on your clit. You could feel your orgasm approaching at a rapid pace as your breathing picked up. Sebastian picked up on it too, bringing you to the cusp of orgasm only to take it away from you again. You moaned out, glaring at him for not giving you your release.

“Patience (Y/N), I’ll give you what you want.” He commented before diving back in between your fold. It became a cycle that felt like it went on for hours, he’d bring you right to the edge of orgasm only to take it away again. By the final time you were on the verge of tears.

“Please Sebastian.” You sniffed slightly, trying to contain your frustration. He grinned up at you from between your legs.

“Are you ready love?” He asked, giving you a chance to end everything there if it was too much. You nodded, wiping the corners of your eyes with the back of your hand as he pushed your legs into the position that he wanted.

He lined his cock up to your entrance, gently teasing you with his tip. He started slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size, groaning at he felt your warm, wet pussy engulf him.

“Fuck (Y/N).” He moaned out due to your tightness. His fingers returned to your clit, this time rubbing small circles instead of just toying with you. The lightest touch was enough to have you writhing under him, you were so close to your orgasm.

“Please Sebastian, can I cum?” You moaned out, his fingers driving you insane with the pleasure they were creating. He nodded, focussing on his fingers and thrusts, drawing you closer to your orgasm. He connected your lips in a passionate kiss, rubbing faster. After a moment, you finally orgasmed, it felt like your world had imploded from the intensity. You were barely able to string together a coherent thought.

Sebastian felt your walls contracting around him, your pussy suddenly becoming even slicker. He pushed you through your orgasm, drawing out your pleasure as well as chasing his own. He used your pussy for his own needs as your walls continued to spasm, you let out the occasional moan as he continued. Eventually, his thrusts began to falter, his moans echoing around the room.

His hips slowed, gently thrusting inside of you as he came. His breaths were heavy and he rested down on his forearms above you, slowly pulling his cock out. You looked down at him as he rested on top of you.

“I’m sorry for earlier.” You mumbled softly. Sebastian looked up at you, giving you a small smile.

“I’m sorry too. I know I’ve been an arse recently.” He replied, you knew his N.E.W.T’s were worrying him. He crawled up the bed to be level with you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, giving you a small kiss on your forehead.

“Maybe I should piss you off more often.” You mentioned looking up at him, only half joking. His eyes glazed over slightly at the thought.

“Maybe you should.”