#ymata fanfiction

[jamiewintons]

You Deserve Better (Jamie Winton/F!Reader)

Summary: You and your toxic boyfriend break up, and your best friend Jamie is there to comfort you.

Tags/Warnings: Friends to Lovers, discussions of toxic relationships/cheating. Reader’s ex bf is named Owen because I legitimately looked up a random name generator and that’s what came up. Sexual references. Misogyny (from the awful boyfriend).

A/N: Based on an anonymous request that reads - "can i request jamie comforting reader after a breakup but he's like He didnt treat u right he wasnt exactly nice to you. and then he confesses he likes u and just some nice comfort plssss". So, I hope that the anon and everyone else who chooses to read this enjoys it very much!

Word Count: 2658

Jamie Tag List: @demontoucansam @the-fandomgremlin @clydethesnake @abloomingspaceship @butlersluvbot

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Jamie had never liked your boyfriend. And it wasn’t because of the massive crush he had harboured for you since not long after the two of you became friends, no matter what Dave tried to say. Well, maybe it was a little bit about that, but Jamie also had plenty of valid reasons to hate the guy. For starters, he was a dick.

You had met Owen - the aforementioned dick of a boyfriend - at work about six months ago. Jamie had never been able to understand what you saw in him. Owen was rude, dismissive, and worst of all, utterly disrespectful of you. He mocked your interests, damaged your self-esteem with his 'opinions' on how you dressed and did your hair, and he especially didn’t approve of you having male friends - though thankfully, you were pretty adamant about keeping your friendships, but it did cause a lot of arguments that would often leave you crying on Jamie’s shoulder. 

Jamie always tried his best to be polite to Owen, even if deep down he hated the guy. He was sure he’d never disliked someone more in his entire life. You deserved to be treated like a princess, and Owen didn’t seem to appreciate how lucky he was to have been chosen by you. Dave often urged Jamie to make a move, but he didn’t want to be one of those weird guys who hit on their female friends. He worried that it would make you think that he’d only befriended you to try and get in your pants, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. When the two of you had met, Jamie was still mourning the disappearance of his wife, Layla, but his feelings of friendship for you slowly turned into romantic ones when he realised how sweet you were, and suddenly he realised you were the most beautiful woman in the world to him. He’d been sure he’d never move on from Layla, but you were the first person to make him want to try again.

But unfortunately, it was Owen that you liked, and not Jamie. All he could do was be a supportive friend and comfort you when you and Owen had yet another fight, but you’d always end up going back to him. It hurt Jamie to see you do that. Even if you didn’t come to the sudden realisation that you loved him, Jamie wanted to see you with someone who would make you happy, rather than someone who reduced you to tears every other week.

When he got your text saying that you and Owen had cheated on you and the two of you had broken up, Jamie couldn’t believe what he was reading. Cheating was a pretty evil thing to do in Jamie’s book as it was, but why the fuck would anyone ever cheat on you? You were smart, sweet, funny… as well as completely gorgeous - the whole package, really. Your only real flaw in Jamie’s eyes was that you didn’t see how wonderful you were (and that was probably part of the reason you ended up dating such a toxic nightmare). What he wouldn’t give to be able to tell you how amazing and beautiful he thought you were… but it would probably come off as weird, since you were just friends and you’d never expressed any romantic interest in him.

It was only about half an hour til the bank shut when Jamie got your text. You were probably the one of the only things in the world Jamie cared about more than his precious routine, so he asked someone else to close up for the night and left in a hurry. He made a quick trip to the shops to buy a tub of your favourite ice-cream - hoping to bring a smile to your face - and then headed straight to your house, knocking on your door and nervously fidgeting with his tie until you answered.

"Thought you might need this," Jamie said when you opened the door, your tear-stained cheeks making his heart ache. You were already wearing pyjamas despite the fact that it was only just after 6.30pm, so you were obviously going through a bit of a spiral. He couldn’t blame you for that after what had happened today.

"Thanks," you sniffled, taking the tub from Jamie’s hands and bringing him inside. You shut the door behind him, and went to place the ice cream on the table before moving back to give Jamie a hug. When you rested your head on his shoulder, he felt his heart melt. It took every ounce of his willpower to not press a gentle kiss to your forehead or run his fingers through your hair. He just wanted to hold you and make you smile again, but after a few moments you pulled away and he couldn’t help but mourn the loss of your body pressed against his. "I wasn’t expecting you to come over so quickly. You’re the best."

"It’s no problem." Jamie’s cheeks flushed a little when you called him 'the best', but he was happy that you didn’t seem to notice. He watched as you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a spoon so that you could start eating the ice cream he’d bought you straight from the tub. When you took your first mouthful of the ice cold dessert, your eyes did brighten ever so slightly. Mission accomplished, he thought to himself. "You’re going through something horrible, and it’s the least I can do as your friend."

"You remembered my favourite ice cream flavour," you mused, and Jamie followed you into the living room so you could sit side by side on the sofa. Then, you stabbed your spoon into the ice cream once again so you could scoop some more out.

"Of course I did." That was a pretty basic thing to remember about someone you’d been close friends with for years, Jamie thought.

"Owen never would have remembered something like that." You released a long, deep sigh of exasperation, looking like you were about to start ranting. Jamie didn’t mind. He knew that you would definitely need to vent after everything that had happened, and besides… he thought you were cute when you started rambling. Ugh, he was so sappy. "He never remembered anything about me. Honestly, I’m surprised he even remembered my name most days."

For the next few minutes, you spoke at length about all of Owen’s flaws. Honestly, it was refreshing to see you speaking your mind about him like this. In the midst of all of you and Owen’s fights while you were still dating, you would blame yourself for all of your relationship issues, no matter how many times Jamie tried to convince you that it wasn’t your fault. So Jamie didn’t interrupt - except to quietly agree with your assessment of the situation - and allowed you all the time you needed to get things off your chest.

"And this is a bit of a TMI, but he was really selfish in bed. Like he did not care whether I enjoyed myself or not. So good luck to that girl I caught him with. Hope she’s good at faking orgasms." You laughed dismissively, and then ate another spoonful of ice cream.

Jamie’s face flushed slightly, partially because of your use of the word orgasm, but mostly because he was trying not to think about the fact that if he had a chance with you, he’d do everything he could to make sure you were satisfied, and— yeah, he needed to not think about that, otherwise he’d have an embarrassing problem on his hands, and he didn’t want to humiliate himself in front of you. Then, what you’d actually said - apart from the bit about sex - sunk in. You’d actually caught Owen with another woman? "Do you, uh… do you want to talk about what happened?" he asked, both because he wanted you to talk about what happened for your own good, but also because it would distract him from thinking about… well, satisfying you. "Only if you feel comfortable."

You sighed again, but this time you sounded tired, defeated. "There’s not much to tell, I suppose…" You dropped your spoon into the tub of ice cream. It seemed like you were all out. Jamie internally scolded himself for not getting you a bigger tub. "I went over to his flat because we’d had lunch plans earlier, and he’d stood me up. Turns out he’d forgotten about me because he was too busy shagging some other woman. I walked in on them in bed together."

Jamie noticed your eyes starting to well with tears as you recalled the story, so he put his arm around you. You seemed to be comforted by the gesture and rested your head on his shoulder again, melting Jamie’s heart once more. God, you were so precious, but he couldn’t think about that right now. You needed a supportive friend, not an idiot fawning over you.

"When they saw I’d walked in, the woman quickly got dressed and left. Once she was gone, Owen and I ended up having another fight." Your voice had begun to get a bit shaky, another sign that you might start crying. Jamie wanted to nip that in the bud - seeing you cry was honestly a heart-shattering sight - but it was what you said next that truly confused him. "When I asked him why he’d cheated, he said that he had every right because I’d cheated first."

"What?" Jamie asked, utterly baffled. That did not sound like you at all, and even if you had cheated, Jamie probably would have known about it already since he was your closest friend and you told him pretty much everything.

"That’s what I said! Then he was like 'Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about', and when I asked him to explain he said 'Don’t pretend that there’s not anything going on between you and that Jamie guy'…" You’d cleaned up what Owen had actually said, since he hadn’t used such kind words to refer to Jamie and you didn’t want him hearing such horrid things being said about him.

Oh Jesus Christ… Jamie thought to himself, his heart pounding fast inside of his ribcage. Owen had actually thought that you and him had some kind of secret affair going on? He couldn’t help but feel like everything you’d gone through today was his fault, since Owen had believed he was justified in cheating because you apparently had already cheated… with him! That was when Jamie realised that you were still talking, and that he should probably get back to listening.

"He said 'Obviously you’re shagging him, because why else would he be hanging around you? It’s not like you’ve got anything else to offer,' and that’s when I told him it was over and I left. Then I came back home and texted you." You took a deep breath, having got to the end of your story. Well, there was something else that you’d wanted to say, but you weren’t sure whether now was the right time.

That certainly had been a lot. Jamie hardly knew what to say. "He’s a dick," was what he settled on saying, and he heard you let out a little riffle that made his heart flutter.

"Yeah, he is," you agreed, and Jamie could tell from your voice that you were smiling.

There was a long silence after that, with you still resting your head on Jamie’s shoulder. It felt so right sitting there with you like that, so close with his arm around your shoulder. It was like this was how things were meant to be. That was probably what possessed Jamie to say what he said next. "You know, I never thought Owen was good enough for you," he said softly, tilting his own head to the side and resting it on top of yours. You didn’t make any attempt to move away, so he assumed you were fine with it.

"I always thought that he was a dick, and he never treated you properly. You deserve someone who remembers your lunch plans and cares about whether you get off or not." He usually wouldn’t just come out and say something like that so plainly, but he was just speaking his mind now and wasn’t thinking too much about how he actually said things. "And you definitely deserve someone who doesn’t go around shagging other women just because he got jealous over something that wasn’t true—"

"It… wasn’t entirely untrue…" you replied, and Jamie sat up straight so that he could look at you.

"What… what do you mean?" Jamie’s heart began to race. Surely you didn’t mean what it sounded like you meant, right? He took a breath to try and keep himself calm, and it annoyed him how shaky it was.

"I mean, I… I have always had a bit of a crush on you…" You admitted, and Jamie was sure that he was dreaming or he was in a coma or something. There was absolutely no way that this was real. He felt you take your head off his shoulder and he looked at your face to try and determine whether you were joking or not.

You were blushing. Did that mean...? "A crush... a crush on me...?" Jamie asked softly, like the idea of anyone - let alone you, the most wonderful person in the world - having a crush on him was absolutely unthinkable.

"Yes, Jamie. I have a crush on you. A big one." You couldn't help but smile. You'd been unsure for a while whether Jamie felt anything beyond friendship for you, but his frankly adorable reaction to you telling him how you feel seemed to confirm that he did. "I have for years."

Jamie's face went completely red, and he was beginning to worry that he was going to faint. "You... you never said anything," he managed after a few moments of stammering uselessly, his cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

Of course you hadn't said anything! You'd been under the impression that the man was pining for his missing wife since the two of you had met. "I guess... I thought I wasn't good enough for you," you said with a shrug, not wanting to bring up the whole Layla situation if you didn't have to. Before you even had the chance to open your mouth to continue speaking, Jamie was talking again.

"You're not good enough for me?" Jamie shook his head, in complete disbelief. "Love, you're so far out of my league I feel ridiculous even fantasising about you.."

You couldn't help but giggle softly - both at Jamie calling you 'love', and him admitting that he'd fantasised about you. "You fantasise about me a lot, then?" It was hard to resist teasing him, especially when his cheeks flushed like that.

"I... uh..." Jamie rubbed the back of his neck nervously, unable to believe he'd just come out and said something like that to you, especially when you'd only just admitted you liked him. God, he was such an idiot sometimes. He knew that he should say something, do something, anything other than just sit there frozen, but he was at a complete loss.

Luckily, you seemed to know exactly what needed to be done.

The sound that escaped Jamie when he finally felt your lips against his was one of both contentment and relief. It just felt so... right. Like all of those years thinking that he wasn't good enough for you just melted away in an instant. Jamie brought his hands up to cradle your face as you kissed, stroking his thumbs against your cheekbones.

Eventually, the two of you had to pull away from each other, and Jamie could swear that the way you were looking at him right now was almost as good as the kiss. It was like you couldn't think of anywhere in the world you'd rather be than right here, with him - the exact same way he felt about you.

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[pink-booty-butts]

Champagne Mornings (Jamie Winton x Reader Smut)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,665

Summary: Requested by an anon! Jamie and you snuck away during your wedding reception for some post marital activities :)

Warnings: smut! minors pls no read <3 pretty vanilla and lovey-dovey ngl, though also some breeding kink bc it’s Jamie :p 

A/N: I hope you like this anon! sorry it took me so long to write! i really hope Jamie isn’t too ooc, maybe I need to rewatch YMATA hahaha

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Jamie nearly dropped you as he stumbled into your shared hotel room. He immediately turned to look at you with a face full of worry, but was only met with a smile and a giggle. He returned your smile as he kicked the door closed with his foot, before attempting to delicately set you on the edge of the bed. His plan was foiled as you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, the two of you laughing as you started peppering kisses across his face.

“Do you think anyone’ll notice we’re gone?” he asks as you hastily start removing his jacket. You shake your head while you loosen his tie.

“Nah, no one pays attention to the bride and groom after the cake is cut,” you reassure him. You start unbuttoning his shirt but Jamie seemingly has other ideas, as he leans in for a kiss while slowly and gently pushing you down on the bed.

His lips move against yours purposefully. Though Jamie proposed nearly a year ago, he could still hardly believe you wanted to marry him. And not only that, you actually went through with it! As of about four hours ago now you were officially a married couple, a thought that lived on repeat in his head since then but never failed to bring a wide grin to Jamie’s face.

“I still can’t believe it,” he whispers against your lips. His hands snake under your waist to blindly search for the zipper to your dress. “I really must be the luckiest man in the world.” Jamie continues to struggle, so you lift yourself off the mattress to give him better access. You brought your hands up to finish unbuttoning his shirt, and he found your zipper once you reached the last button. He pulled it down slowly as you both stared at each other with wide eyes, wanting to savor the moment.

Jamie pulled the straps of your dress down so your chest was exposed. You had chosen to forego a bra, seeing as your dress had built-in support. Jamie’s cheeks tinged pink as he brought a hand to your pebbled nipple, teasing it gently. Though you had both done this multiple times before, Jamie found himself feeling nervous. It felt different somehow; maybe it was the wedding, or maybe it was the champagne. He figured it was most likely the former.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you, absentmindedly brushing his thumb against your nipple once again. His other hand tugs the bodice of your dress down further. Once it reaches your waist he focuses his attention on both your breasts, leaning down to exchange kisses with you again.

Your hands impatiently settle on the waistband of his trousers; unbuckling his belt and tugging them down to free his hard cock. Jamie moans and deepens the kiss, and as a result his teeth scrape against yours. You wrangle your hand into his pink boxers and wrap your hand around his hard length, pumping it slowly. Your thumb catches the pre-cum on his swollen tip and you drag it across the side of his cock, allowing you to move your hand faster.

“Husband,” you call him between breaths, knowing it would fluster him. You crane your neck to whisper in his ear, “I hope you have a condom, ‘cause I forgot to take my pills.”

Jamie’s face turned a bright shade of crimson despite knowing you were lying. You mutually decided you weren’t ready for kids quite yet. But after finding out how turned on Jamie got at the idea of getting you pregnant, you couldn’t help but indulge him.

“I forgot them,” he groans, playing along. His cock twitches in your hand and he innocently asks, “but just this once won’t hurt, right?”

“Yeah I suppose not,” you sigh mischievously. Jamie pulls your hand away from his dick and intertwines his fingers with yours. He pushes your hand into the pillow next to your face. His other hand pushes his boxers down to his knees and he attempts to remove them entirely, but it ends up being a bit difficult one-handed. He manages with assistance from your own free hand, and the two of you work together in a similar way to remove the rest of your gown and undergarments.

Once you were fully naked Jamie wasted no time in delicately tracing his index finger along your wet slit. Your eyes close in bliss; anticipating the feeling of his thick cock that was soon to be inside you.

It doesn’t take long for Jamie to gather your wetness on his fingertips. He slowly pushes his finger in and your cunt tightens around it immediately; practically pulling it in. You wanted—no, needed—more.

Luckily your new husband was tuned into your needs, as he quickly added a second and third finger. He pressed his forehead against yours and attempted to kiss you despite your moaning mouth making it difficult for him. He widened the space between his fingers inside of you to help you accommodate him, but you both knew it would be a tight fit regardless.  

“Are you ready?” he pants into your open mouth. You feel the tip of his cock throbbing against your wet entrance, and you buck your hips in desperation. You whine when Jamie denies you and pulls away; insistent on verbal confirmation. You knew it was because he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you, but in the moment it always felt like unfair teasing.

“Y-yes,” you nod desperately. Jamie pushes the tip in slowly, admiring your quivering lip and scrunched eyebrows with lust-blown eyes. He trails his free-hand down to the back of one of your knees, pulling your leg up and over his hip as he continues pushing inside you.

Jamie moans when he’s fully sheathed in your tight pussy, not able to stop himself from giving you a quick thrust as he feels your cunt pulse around him. He readjusts his grip on your leg and begins thrusting slowly, gradually increasing his pace as you adjust.

Your nails dig into the mattress beneath you as Jamie starts fucking you hard and fast. He lets go of your hand to focus on your clit instead, swirling his thumb around it with uncharacteristic urgency. His other hand lifted your leg higher—over his shoulder—making you cry out from how much deeper he was now hitting inside of you. Despite your hazy vision, you’re able to make out your husband’s half-lidded eyes fixating on where the two of you were joined.

“Jamie,” you moan, “I need you to fill me up with your cum.” Jamie’s eyes flick to your face, biting his lip and groaning at your words. “Please, Jamie, please I-I don’t care if I get pregnant I just-I need it so badly I-“ you ramble, swiftly cut off by Jamie’s dick spurting inside of you.

His eyes widen in surprise as he realizes what he’s just done. Shame threatens to overtake him before he sees your head thrown back in pleasure, and he breathes a quick sigh of relief that he didn’t ruin things for you. He only needs to circle your clit a few more times to trigger your orgasm; which after doing so results in your pussy practically milking his spent cock.

After a few seconds of riding out your orgasm you lightly swat his hand away from your clitoris and Jamie complies, collapsing beside you. You both lay there in silence for a while, gasping for breath. Jamie’s hand searches for yours, and after linking his fingers with yours he pulls your hand up to look at it.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, not sure why he’s looking at your hand so intensely. Then a sliver of your wedding band catches the light, and you remember.

“I hope Paula and I are never in the same waiting room,” you chuckle, breaking the silence. Jamie scoffs in amusement, letting your linked hands drop as he shifts his body to face you.

“Sorry, I know I keep being weird about it, it’s just,” he pauses, sighing. “I never thought I’d feel this way about another person again, and—if I’m being honest—it makes me question everything about my last relationship, like why did I even get together with her in the first place?” You both laugh. He shuffles closer to you, bringing his hand to a stray strand of your hair.

“But more than anything, it scares me,” he admits. Jamie feels a lump form in his throat. “I know you wouldn’t just disappear on me like that, but, I really don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” he trails off, blinking away the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

You scoot closer to him in an attempt to provide some comfort. After pulling the blankets over your naked bodies, you wrap your arm around his waist.

“It’s okay,” you start. “I can’t promise it’ll never happen, because who knows what the future holds? I might get kidnapped by a psychopath for all we know.” Jamie gives you a raised eyebrow, so you continue. “But we made a promise today, and I intend to keep it; ‘for better or for worse’ and all that jazz.” Your eyes meet again, and Jamie looks at you hopefully. “So instead I can promise I’ll still be here in the morning, and I’ll tell you that every night if I have to.”

Jamie cracks a smile, feeling reassured by your promise. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before he responds. “Thank you. I love you so much,” he mumbles into your hair.

“I love you too.” Jamie presses another kiss to your head once you say this, as if to silently acknowledge it. You slowly drift to sleep in his arms and he soon follows, comforted by the knowledge that you’d still be there when he woke up. 

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[baynton]

my latest fic baby! this one wasn't a quick job for a prompt, it's an idea that i've been chipping away at for a while now.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: You Me and the Apocalypse Relationship: Ariel Conroy/Jamie Winton Characters: Ariel Conroy, Jamie Winton, Skye Additional Tags: Twincest, Restraints, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Dubious Consent Words: 6,686

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[otaku-girl-ao3]

Darling Boy - Chapter 7 of 13 - Wonka x YMATA Crossover - Ariel Conroy x Felix Fickelgruber

"Didn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s more effective to keep captives on their toes?”

“I am a man of my word and, I find, that is worth more than cheap tactics. Now. Are you ready to thank me?”

“Thank you?”

“For the nickname. For the promise of giving you something in return, should you please me well enough. For the opportunity for growth and self-reflection. Or shall I ask the Chief to bring you something to eat and drink, and I shall see you again in another twenty-four hours?”

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[jamiewintons]

hiiii can i request some hate sex w ariel

like he kidnaps you or smthn and youre arguing and he puts his hand on your throat and you both realize you like it and then..... 👀 thank u!!! ❤❤

Tags/Warnings: Ariel being a prick, Hacker!Reader (you're mentioned to be a hacker, but no hacking stuff is actually talked about), some violence (choking, being pinned against the wall), Smut (18+ ONLY!!), degradation, 'Master' kink, not really proofread lol.

Word Count: 1589 (I was planning on these short fics only being a few hundred words but OOPS, the inspiration took me 😅)

Ariel Tag List: @demontoucansam, @clydethesnake, @abloomingspaceship, @butlersluvbot.

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Ariel felt his eye twitch. He was thankful that he only needed you for a little longer, and then he could finally, finally, be rid of you. You’d been such a nuisance ever since he’d kidnapped you to help him with this job - as much as he hated to admit it, you were the only other hacker in the world that came even close to his skill, but good God, you were annoying. You couldn't go five seconds without insulting him or just generally being a bitch. It was a real test of his patience and self-control, but he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer before he snapped.

Then, you made another one of your little snarky comments and he lost it. Honestly, he hadn’t even heard what you said, but it was in that tone that you always used when you were mocking him, and it made him see red. Before you knew it, he had you pinned against the wall, his gloved hand around your throat - he wasn't applying any pressure just yet, this was more of a warning. But for some reason, all of his anger left him when he looked into your eyes, and was replaced by a burning lust like he’d never felt before.

Right now, you looked completely different. Rather than the usual sneer you had on your face when you looked at Ariel, you looked so submissive and sweet, and most importantly, you were quiet. After all of these weeks of arguing and bickering, Ariel found himself wanting you, and he had a feeling you felt the same way.

When he crashed his lips against yours, you found yourself letting out cute little whimpers as you tried your best to kiss him back with just as much enthusiasm as he was displaying. One hand was still resting on your throat while the other slipped into the front of your shorts and panties. Even while he was wearing gloves, he could tell how wet you were. He wondered whether it was him pinning you to the wall with his hand around your throat was what got you going, or if you had some sort of kink for bickering with him, but it didn't really matter. Ariel wanted you, and you quite obviously wanted him.

"You're such a slut," he growled into your ear, biting the shell of it before moving his lips to your neck to begin leaving countless love bites there. You opened your mouth to retaliate, but your mind went blank and all that came out was an embarrassing whimper when Ariel began moving his fingers against your clit. He laughed darkly against your skin, before he pulled away to look at your face - all needy and desperate for him. "If only I'd known how easy it was to keep you quiet, I would have put you in your place weeks ago."

As he toyed with your clit, Ariel brought his other hand back to your neck, and began to apply a little pressure. You whimpered again and squirmed, your thighs trembling slightly. He couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he watched you, and before long, he knew that he needed to do more than just tease you.

Ariel pulled his hand from your shorts, ignoring your little noises of protest, and grabbed you by the wrist to pull you over towards the sofa - where you'd been forced to sleep ever since Ariel took you - at the other end of the room. He pushed you and you went willingly, falling onto your back on the sofa with him looking down at you, like a predator looked at its prey. It took only a few seconds for him to remove your clothes. You didn't even have time to protest when a few of the buttons got ripped off your shirt, or the fact that he tore your soaked panties off of you, now too damaged to be worn again. It didn't matter though, because you found yourself not caring pretty soon afterwards.

Getting onto the sofa so that he was kneeling in front of where you were laying down, he spread your thighs with his large hands. Ariel let out a groan when he saw how wet you were for him - sure he'd felt it before, but seeing it was a whole different story. He knew that he needed to be buried inside of that pretty little cunt of yours right now, and he hastily pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock.

Your eyes widened when you saw Ariel's dick, and he couldn't help but grin. He knew that he had you now. "Beg for it," he said in a demanding tone, teasing your folds with his cock and covering it with your copious amount of wetness. "Show me how much you want it. Show me that after all these weeks of you disrespecting me, that deep down you're really just a whore."

"Fuck," you whispered as you felt the head of Ariel's cock graze against your swollen clit. "Ariel, plea-"

Ariel's hand came to rest on your throat again, and he spoke in a low, dominant voice. "No, you haven't earned the right to use my name. Call me 'Master'." He smirked, wondering how long it would take you to break, to degrade yourself to the point where you accepted yourself as his property. He imagined that it would take at least a few minutes to get you to that point, but he had underestimated how desperate you truly were, because you admitted it almost immediately.

"Master, please... I need it, please..." you whimpered pathetically, looking up at him with your eyes wide and pleading. "I promise I won't disrespect you ever again, I'll do whatever you say... please fuck me."

That was all Ariel needed to hear. Keeping his hand on your throat, he used his free hand to guide his cock to your entrance, and wasted no time pushing himself inside. You were so tight and wet that he had to grit his teeth to keep himself from getting too overwhelmed - as much as he hated to admit it, it had been a while for him, since he'd been so busy.

Ariel made sure to keep his eyes trained squarely on your face as he began to fuck you, slowly but harshly. The hand that wasn't on your throat came to rest on one of your legs, pulling it up so he could wrap it around his waist and reach deeper inside of you. Without even being prompted, you lifted your other leg up so that he could do the same with it. You let out a loud moan, and attempted to buck your hips up to meet his thrusts.

"You act all tough, but you're really just a submissive little slut, aren't you?" he mused, applying a little bit of pressure to your neck as he sped up the pace of his hips. "Maybe this is what you wanted all along. Is that it, pet? All of your little outbursts, all of the disrespect... you were just trying to provoke me into giving you what you needed, weren't you?" His tone was mockingly sweet, which should have irritated you, but all you could manage was a strangled whimper. Ariel seemed to take this as a confirmation of his theory, and honestly, you knew deep down that he was correct. "Poor little thing. You won't have to worry about that ever again, because you're mine now. My little toy."

Ariel began to fuck you hard and fast now, both of your moans and heavy breathing, along with the sounds of his hips slamming against your ass, were the only noises in the room. His hand tightened around your neck, cutting off your air supply a little, and at the same time, your cunt tightened as well.

"Oh, are you going to cum already, pet? It must have been a long time since you've been fucked properly, hm?" His free hand slipped down between your bodies to play with your clit, making you writhe and squirm and your thighs shake where they were resting on his shoulders. "Come on, pet. Cum on my cock like the good little whore we both know you are."

That pushed you over the edge into what was probably the most powerful orgasm you'd ever experienced in your life. If you'd been able to form coherent thoughts in the moment, you would have thought you must have looked like you were possessed or something. You let out a series of incomprehensible noises as your pussy contracted wildly around Ariel's shaft, and he continued to fuck you through it until you were too sensitive to continue.

Whether you were too sensitive didn't really matter that much to Ariel, who only stopped once he was ready. It took all of the self-control he had to pull out of your still-fluttering warmth and spill his cum onto your pussy, groaning out your name as he did so. As both of you caught your breath, he couldn't help but look down at the mess he'd made of you and feel a sense of pride swelling in his chest.

"You know... I was planning on letting you go once we'd finished this job," Ariel said between heavy pants, already beginning to feel the urge to take you all over again despite the fact that you were both exhausted. "But I think I might keep you around a little while longer."

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[jamiewintons]

Ready & Waiting (Ariel Conroy/F!Reader)

Summary: Ariel decides to have his way with you, by lacing your food with sleeping pills and sneaking back into your flat once you’ve fallen asleep.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Noncon. Somnophilia. Stalking. Non-Consensual Drugging. Fingering. Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Unprotected Sex.

A/N: Please don't read this if it's going to make you uncomfortable. Since it's a dead dove fic, I'll just tag the people I know are okay with this stuff - @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @thingses-and-stuffses.

Word Count: 1930

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Tonight was the night, and Ariel was bouncing his leg up and down in anticipation as he watched you on his laptop. He was waiting in your neighbours’ flat - they were away on holidays, so Ariel didn’t have to worry about being disturbed - for you to go to bed, so he could finally have his fun.

Ariel had been in your flat earlier that evening, fixing your computer that had once again broken down. It was strange how that kept happening; almost as if a certain someone was intentionally infecting it with viruses so he would have an excuse to get inside your home. After he was done, you’d bashfully asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner, an offer he initially accepted as a way to get access to your food - he really did wish he could stay there with you - but at the last minute had to make up an emergency that he needed to attend to right that very moment. Something about his mother’s cat being ill and having to take it to the vet.

However, what had actually happened was Ariel discretely lacing your homemade lasagna with sleeping pills when you left the room for a few moments - ones that wouldn’t knock you out right away, but would lull you into a deep slumber a few hours after you’d ingested them. To remove suspicion from himself in case you suspected anything the next morning, he thought it best that he leave your flat before you fell asleep.

That’s why he was currently waiting out those couple of hours in your neighbours’ empty flat, staring at you through the multiple cameras he’d secretly installed around your house. Oh, Ariel had seen some wonderful things thanks to those little cameras - your wet naked body as you emerged from the shower, you lounging around in your underwear on days off when you were feeling a little lazy, and best of all, you touching yourself until you came all over your hand (something that he couldn’t help but do in tandem with you) - and once again they were proving useful.  The time seemed to pass like it was nothing at all, though he ached to finally make you his.

It was somewhere after ten pm when you stumbled into your room and practically collapsed on your bed, your arms wrapped around one of your pillows. You were out like a light a few seconds later, and Ariel knew that it was now time to strike. Far too excited for his own good, he packed up his laptop and and left the empty flat.

When he reached your door, Ariel found that in your dazed state, you’d left it unlocked - meaning the key he’d had made wasn’t needed. He made sure to lock the door after entering, however, he didn’t want anyone who meant to cause you harm finding their way inside. As quietly as he could he walked to your bedroom, pushing open your already ajar door. And there you were laying on the bed, illuminated by the light you’d left on in the hallway before going to bed.

Ariel’s eyes raked down the sight before him appreciatively. You were laying on your side, your arms wrapped loosely around one of your pillows. The positioning of your legs caused the old t-shirt you were wearing to ride up, exposing the cute panties you had on underneath. Returning to your face, you looked so peaceful and innocent as you slept, so pretty. Ariel felt his cock twitch in his jeans, and approached the bed. When you were dressed like that, how was he expected to resist?

Kneeling down on the bed in front of you, Ariel took care to reposition you; taking the pillow from your grasp and rolling you onto your back. After he moved you, his hand came to stroke your thigh, and seemingly on instinct you sleepily parted your legs, opening yourself up to him like you knew what he wanted - and you wanted it too.

Ariel’s cock twitched again at the sight of you, so vulnerable and pliant, just for him. His mind raced with all the things he wanted to do to you when you were like this, but he decided to keep things simple tonight. He could always do this again, a thought that excited him like no other.

He started off by rubbing your clit gently through the fabric of your panties, making you whimper and squirm in your sleep. Ariel wondered to himself whether his touch would cause you to have nice dreams. If it did, he hoped they were about him. Ariel only did this for about a minute, before he ached to see you for real, and so he slipped your panties down your legs - he considered putting them in his pocket and taking them as a souvenir of your time together, but decided against it.

Ariel groaned lowly at the sight of your pussy revealed to him, so pretty and already glistening with slick, just from a few light touches. Though it wasn’t something he usually enjoyed doing, he felt the urge to duck his head down and taste you right from your core, and since there was no one here who could stop him, he decided to do just that.

You let out more cute little whimpers as Ariel’s tongue worked on your cunt - pushing inside your entrance to taste you before moving to tease your clit and then circling back - spreading your legs further even while unconscious. Once his tongue returned to your clit, he decided to slip a finger into your soaked pussy, moaning at how tight you squeezed around that single digit. The next few minutes were dedicated to using his fingers to stretch you out, to prepare you for the main event. Ariel didn’t want to hurt you, after all.

“It’s going to be a tight fit, babe,” Ariel told you, though you were unable to hear him, as he withdrew the three fingers he was finally able to fit inside. “But you’re a good girl, I know you’ll be able to take it for me, won’t you?” He punctuated this praise with a quick kiss to the inside of your thigh, before sitting up and beginning to unbuckle his jeans.

Ariel wasted no time in pulling his jeans and boxers down to free his hard, leaking cock to the cool night air of your bedroom. His hand came to wrap around his length, pumping himself a few times as his eyes fixated on your dripping entrance. This was something he’d been waiting for, dreaming about, for so long, and now it was finally going to happen. He felt a little nervous, almost like he had back when he was a teenager just before his first time. But just like then, Ariel’s excitement overode any anxiety, and knew that it was best to get straight to it.

Lifting up your hips, Ariel pushed forward to sheath himself inside of you. He’d been correct, you felt unbelievably tight, even with how wet you were. But he took it slowly, making sure that you’d take every single inch of him. You whined brokenly, reacting to him stretching you out, even in your sleep. It felt like an eternity to him, but eventually he was bottomed out inside of you, feeling your warmth wrapped around him. Ariel’s hips stuttered against yours, finding it near impossible to hold back.

And so, he didn’t. Ariel’s hands came to your thighs, pushing them even further apart as he started thrusting slow but hard. His pace didn’t stay slow for long, and soon enough the bed was shaking with the intensity of his thrusts as he fucked your unconscious body into the matress.

He took your wrists in his one of his hands, pinning them above your head, even if he didn’t need to. His other hand grabbed at your hip, digging his fingernails into the plush flesh. The only sounds in the room were those of Ariel’s laboured breaths and moans, his skin connecting with yours, and your occasional quiet whimpers and whines.

Suddenly, you stirred. Your eyes moved, almost as if they were about to open. Ariel noticed this, but you felt far too good, and he wasn’t able to keep himself from continuing to fuck you. If you happened to wake up right now, everything would be ruined. He’d be caught, you’d probably call the cops and he’d have to escape before he could get caught. But it’d be hot, wouldn’t it? If your eyes fluttered open as he took you, the look of realisation dawning on your face?

Would you try to scream, forcing Ariel to clasp his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he kept going until he was finished? Or would you moan contentedly, willingly giving yourself over to him and allowing him to use your body as he saw fit?

However it didn’t matter in the end, because you thankfully stayed asleep, pliable beneath Ariel’s body. His moans grew louder as his thrusts got quicker and quicker, knowing that he was getting closer to the edge. But he needed you to come too, to feel your cunt squeezing around him as he fucked you through your climax. To know that he was making you feel good, even though you didn’t know it was him doing it.

Ariel’s hand moved to your clit, beginning to rub it in rough circles, making you sleepily buck up against him. Your sleepy, mumbled noises became more frequent until the pleasure finally overtook you, making you cry out while Ariel struggled to keep himself together as you fluttered around his cock, pulling him deeper inside if that were possible.

Then he fell over the edge too. Loud moans were torn from him as his thrusts became impossibly rough, filling you up with his cum. He knew that he should have pulled out, that he shouldn’t leave such incriminating evidence behind, but he couldn’t help it. Besides, the thought that a piece of him would be staying there with you - inside of you - was very appealing to him. It made him want to do this over and over again.

Regrettably, Ariel had to eventually pull out of you, and he watched with interest as some of his cum leaked from your spent entrance. God, you looked so good like that, and he wait til he finally got to see you like this while conscious. Not wanting to make too much of a mess, he grabbed your discarded panties and pulled them back on you, hopefully nipping the problem in the bud.

Though your cum-filled pussy was out of Ariel’s sight, it was still on his mind. Maybe when you woke up the next morning, you’d find yourself feeling a little bit turned on, and you’d end up touching yourself with his cum still inside you?

Now Ariel knew that he needed to get home and get some rest, because he’d never forgive himself if he missed seeing that little show live. He hurridly tidied up his clothing, tucking himself back into his boxers and zipping his jeans up. 

“Tonight was wonderful, baby,” Ariel told you once he’d climbed off the bed, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead. He stroked your hair, pushing some of it off your forehead, which was glistening with sweat. Just as he was about to leave you there to sleep in peace, he turned around to take in the beautiful sight of you once more. “Same time tomorrow, yeah?”

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[pink-booty-butts]

Oodles o’ Noodles (Ariel Conroy x Reader Smut)

(one of my fav lines he says haha)

Pairing: Ariel x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,742

Summary: Based on an anon request! You’re Jamie’s girlfriend but Ariel doesn’t like that so he kidnaps you and you have sex :D

Warnings: smut obvi, minors pls go read something else! Not proof read! Ariel being a stalker, a kidnapper, obsessive etc etc. cheating (poor Jamie </3), degradation, hair pulling.

A/N: thank you so much for the request anon!! i really love getting requests and i’m sorry it takes so long for me to to do them sometimes!! I haven’t written in forever so I’m sorry if this sucks and if ariel is ooc! I hope you and everyone else enjoys! :)

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You sigh. You stand up and gather your things; tired of pretending to be productive while you waited for your boyfriend to show. Just as you were leaving the coffee shop—a cheery little bell signaling your exit—your phone rang. You continue walking as you pick up.

“Darling, I’m so, so sorry I know I’m late it’s just going to be a little while longer,” he panics over the phone.

“It’s fine Jamie, don’t worry about it. We can reschedule,” you tell him. You were being truthful, of course. Though you were admittedly slightly disappointed he didn’t show, you knew Jamie was a busy man and that’s what you signed up for. You could hardly fault him for prioritizing an emergency that involved people’s money being stolen.

Jamie breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he swears. “Maybe I could stop by later? When this is all over?” he asks hopefully.

“Sure, that sounds nice,” you respond.

“Great!” he says quickly before you can say anything else. “I’m sorry love I’ve got to go, the police just arrived. I’ll see you later, love you!” He hangs up before you can reciprocate, so you continue your walk to the grocery store.

Unbeknownst to you, a man was scrambling up the stairs to the window of his house to get a closer look at you. A convenient shadow cast over the area next to the window, so he positioned himself within it so he was mere inches away while you walked past. Ariel had gotten as close to you before, of course, and he had seen you in much more intimate settings through his cameras; but this was the first time you got close to him. You didn’t know it, but Ariel took this chance meeting as a sign. His plans needed to be accelerated—you were going to be his by tonight.

While you were busy looking at what produce to buy, Ariel was rummaging through his notes. He had stacks upon stacks of notebooks, loosely scribbled-on napkins, and sticky notes on the logistics of how best to bring you into his life. As he began riffling through them he kept your image on his monitors, looking up at you ever now and then with gleeful excitement at the though that today would be the last day he’d have to settle for your pixelated image.

By the time you were done grocery shopping you were absolutely exhausted. On your walk to the train station you briefly considered making one of your regular meals with the groceries you just purchased, but decided you’d much rather have a lazy night in and relax until Jamie showed up at your place. Before walking down the steps to get on the train going home you placed a delivery order with one of your favorite restaurants, making sure to order Jamie’s favorite dish too for when he got off work. Once you finish doing so you pick up your grocery bags again and begin your short journey home.

You arrive at your doorstep and are briefly puzzled as to why your food order wasn’t waiting on your doorstep. You shrug and enter your home, figuring there was some kind of delay or traffic that was holding up your delivery driver.

You enter your kitchen and begin putting your groceries away, and by the time you are finished and about to check your delivery app, the doorbell rings. You leave your phone on the counter to open the door, and are greeted with a familiar looking delivery man. Before you have time to process why a man who looks exactly like your boyfriend is delivering your food, you feel something stab your neck and your vision goes black.

You wake up with a throbbing headache. You slowly blink your eyes open, and as your vision focuses you realize you have no idea where you are. You attempt to stand up, but are quickly prevented from doing so as the handcuff around your wrist yanks you back to the bed leg you are tied to. Your heart begins to race as you attempt to use your free hand to remove your restraints, but a voice begins to speak.

“Don’t do that babe, you’ll hurt yourself,” he warns affectionately. You look around the room for the source of the voice, and all you can see is a pair of boots standing at the top of the stairs leading out of the basement you are currently in. You attempt to lean forward to get a better look, but the most you can see is the bottom of his jeans and what appears to be the bottom of a plastic takeout bag.

“Who are you? Why am I here?” you demand. He chuckles, as if you asked him something silly. He begins walking down the stairs as he speaks.

“My name’s Ariel,” he says as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. His eyes crinkle with joy at the sight of your terrified and confused face looking at him. “And you’re here because I love you.”

Ariel sits on the floor next to you, placing the bag of food in front of both of you. It was from the restaurant you ordered from earlier. He takes out the container with your food in it and places it in front of your crossed legs, along with some plastic utensils. He takes out the second container— which you expected to be Jamie’s usual order of Pad See Ew—but were instead greeted with the sight of a bright red curry. He brings the container closer to him as he begins eating next to you, looking at you affectionately between bites.

“You look like…” you trail off, before looking back down at your food with furrowed eyebrows. Surely you were dreaming, because there could be no other explanation for why your kidnapper looked exactly like your boyfriend.

“Your boyfriend?” he asks with a grin. “I’m his twin brother. Not that he would know of course, he’s adopted. Our mum gave him up after we were born,” he explains, his jaw clenching slightly. You start eating your food as you attempt to cope with your situation.

“Is that why you kidnapped me?” you ask.

“No,” he breathes. “Jamie ruined my life, so I ruin his. I keep a close eye on him to make sure nothing good happens in his life.” He pauses to take another bite of his food, looking at you with an intense gaze. “And from the moment he started dating you, I knew he wasn’t good enough for you.”

“That’s not true!” you protest, raising your voice slightly. Ariel looks stunned for a moment before breaking out into a wide grin.

“Oh really?” he chuckles, leaning close to whisper in your ear. You attempt to move away, but can’t due to still being handcuffed. “Is that why you always fake your orgasms with him?”

Your eyes widen and you yank your wrist again, trying to get away from him. He grabs your handcuffed wrist to stop you. “Babe, I told you to stop doing that,” he chastises, looking at your wrist for any signs of injury.

“You don’t know me,” you state accusingly.

“Oh don’t I?” he asks with a grin. He grabs your takeout container as well as his and puts them back in the bag, standing up and setting them on a far away table. When he returns to where you are he sits on his knees, yanking on your hair and pulling your face up to his.

“I know how to make you feel good,” he tells you. “You haven’t been fucked properly in ages, just let me prove it to you.” Ariel looks down at you with burning desire, desperately willing you to say yes with his mind. You nearly give in. Despite how incredibly wrong your situation is, you had to admit you have fantasized about this kind of scenario before.

“I-I can’t,” you let out. Though part of you was tempted, there was another part of you that couldn’t bear the thought of hurting Jamie this way. You wrestle with yourself internally, but Ariel knows you better than you think he does, so he chuckles.

“He’ll never know,” he says. He tugs on your hair harder, making you yelp. “And even if he did, do you really think I’ll let you go? I’ve been planning this for months—you’re mine now.”

You sigh dejectedly, knowing he had a point. You still felt guilty, but as far as Jamie was concerned you’d most likely never see him again. You give Ariel a small, shaky nod, and he breaks out into the widest smile you’ve seen on his face so far.

“Good girl,” he breathes against your cheek before kissing it. “I knew you’d see it my way.” Ariel releases his grip on your hair, his hands roaming your body enthusiastically. 

He unlocks your handcuffs as he kisses your neck, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you. He grabs your elbows and helps you stand up before pushing you against the wall and pressing his lips to yours. He forces his tongue in your mouth, relishing in the taste of the food he provided for you earlier. He presses his hard member against your body and groans, growing more excited at the thought of being inside of you.

Ariel shoves his hand up your shirt and bra, impatiently needing to touch your skin. You hiss as your bra is forcefully pushed over your exposed breast, but the pain is soon forgotten as he begins teasing your nipple. You bite your lip at the sensation, feeling ashamed of yourself for enjoying it so much.

“Don’t hold those pretty noises back,” he growls against your lips. He twists your nipple harshly, causing you to gasp. “I want to hear you scream for me.” He presses another kiss to your lips and takes a step back so he can take your shirt off. He unclasps your bra expertly and throws it aside so he can toy with both your breasts. Ariel then brings his head to your neck and starts sucking and biting your delicate skin, using his knee between your legs to press you against the wall and tease your clothed pussy.

You reluctantly bring your hands to his shoulders for support, needing something to hold onto due to the pleasure overwhelming your senses. He smiles against your neck in return, seeing it as a small victory. You moan lightly as his knee presses harder between your legs, and Ariel takes that as his cue to unbutton your jeans and let them fall to the ground.

Two of his fingers press against your underwear, and Ariel smirks to himself when he feels how wet the fabric is. “I know you want this,” he  chuckles. “So just give in already and I’ll make you feel so, so good.”

He continues running his fingers lightly on your clothed folds, teasing you in the hopes you’ll do or say something to prove to him you want him. His fingers stop and you buck your hips in protest, causing Ariel to force your panties down and forcefully shove one of his fingers inside of you. You whine loudly due to the unexpected intrusion, but it quickly transforms into pleasurable moans as he begins pumping his finger in and out. Your grip on his shoulders tightens as you feel your legs begin to shake.

He soon adds another finger to join the first. He relishes in the sight of your eyebrows furrowing once he does so, knowing you were too invested in the pleasure he was providing you to even consider resisting him. 

As Ariel continues stretching you out with his fingers, he begins unbuttoning his trousers with his free hand. He impatiently pushes his boxers down as well, kicking them to the side. He forcefully grips you by the shoulders and turns you around, pressing your naked body against the wall.

“I can take care of you better than he can,” he breathes into your ear. He holds your hips in place as he drags the head of his cock against your wet folds, teasing you. You whimper, causing Ariel to dig his nails into your flesh. “He says he loves you, but you doubt him, I know you do. You’d never have to worry about that with me, babe. I really do love you, you’re fucking perfect.”

“Please,” you beg, trying to push his cock into your waiting pussy. “D-don’t tease me like this.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want me to fuck you,” he grins, continuing to tease you with the head of his cock.

“Please,” you whimper, scratching your nails on the wall. “Please…I need it so badly,” you blush. You worry briefly it won’t be enough for him, but you moan in relief when his cock starts pushing into you. He grabs your hair again and pulls you back towards him, playing with your breasts with his other hand once his length is fully inside of you.

“You’re lucky I’ve been dreaming about this,” he pants, struggling not to cum instantly at the feeling of your cunt. “Next time I won’t give in so easily.”

Your pussy clenches around his cock at his words, and Ariel chuckles. “You like that idea, don’t you?” You shake your head, and Ariel slaps your ass. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve seen what you read, what you watch, and how much it turns you on. You want to get fucked like the slut you are, and that’s why you need me,” Ariel growls, before moving his hands to your hips again and increasing the pace of his thrusts.

“Do you think he’d fuck you like this? That he’d approve of all your slutty little fantasies? I can make all your dreams come true babe,” he insists.

“Ariel,” you whine. He groans at the sound of his name passing your lips. “Harder,” you moan, and with a triumphant grin he moves his hips as fast as he can, filling the basement with the sound of your moans and skin slapping against skin.

“You need me,” he breathes against the shell of your ear. “You need me to fuck you like a whore, to fuck you how he never could. Admit it.” He presses his fingers deeper into your hips, a silent warning of the consequences if you don’t tell him what he wants to hear.

“I need you to fuck me like a whore,” you moan, feeling your orgasm building. “I need you to fuck me like he never could, please!” You gasp out your last word as he violently presses his thumb on your clit. 

He only needs to circle it a few times until you feel your legs give out due to your orgasm crashing over you. Ariel wraps his arm around your waist to help you stay upright, thrusting into you a few times before you feel his cum spill into your sensitive pussy. You pant against the wall for a few seconds and he reluctantly pulls out of you.

Ariel repositions his arms around your waist and legs so he can pick you up and carry you to the bed you were previously handcuffed to. He sets you on the mattress gently and quickly goes back up the stairs, giving you some time to catch your breath. 

He returns with a damp cloth that he uses to clean you up, and offers you a cool glass of water. You take a few sips from it before handing it back to him, and he drinks the rest. He places the empty cup on the floor and crawls in bed with you, excited to hold you in his arms.

“We’re perfect for each other,” he states as he pulls the duvet cover over your bodies. Ariel rests his head on the pillow and pulls you closer to him, pressing your head to his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair. 

“I know you can’t see it right now, but we are. I’ll make you so much happier than he ever could.” He places a gentle kiss on your scalp as he sees you slowly drift to sleep. He smiles to himself and wraps his arms around you tightly, content in knowing he’ll never have to live without you again.

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[jamiewintons]

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 1868

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[pink-booty-butts]

Chamomile Tea (Ariel Conroy x Reader)

Pairing: Ariel x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1,807

Summary: “Do I need to baby you?” from this prompt list for @adhdthomasthorne​ <3 i hope you like it!

Warnings: Ariel being a bit of a stalker and slightly obsessive as usual

A/N: I feel like the fact that the prompt is near the end makes it seem like an afterthought but tbh I just had a very specific scenario in mind so I had to build up to it lmao. I suppose in hindsight I could’ve made the fic shorter still but I just really liked this idea okay! i hope you guys like it <33

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Ariel moves his hand to take a sip from his mug as he continues typing; but is met with disappointment when nothing pours into his mouth. Glancing at the time in the upper-right hand corner, he realizes he has been hacking away for far too long. He pushes his chair away from his desk so he can stand up and stretch before making his way to the kitchen.

The kettle on his counter slowly begins heating up and—knowing it’s going to take a few minutes—Ariel decides to check up on you as a little treat to himself. Excited by the prospect of seeing your peaceful, sleeping form, he walks back to his computer and opens the software controlling the cameras he strategically placed in your apartment. He immediately searches for the one tied to your bedroom, but frowns when he sees you’re not there. He glances at the clock again: 2:37 AM. Before letting his mind run away from him he checks the other cameras, and his frown deepens as he sees you hunched over your own laptop at your kitchen table.

Hearing the click of his kettle to signal that it’s done, Ariel goes back into the kitchen to pour the boiling water over his chamomile tea. He scoffs at the irony of drinking such a calming and relaxing beverage, seeing as he was incredible angry now. After several painstaking conversations with you about how you needed to sleep more often, you were still choosing not to listen to him. He briefly lamented that this wouldn’t happen if the two of you lived together—a prospect he was currently making elaborate plans for—but that was neither here nor there. It was happening, and Ariel needed to do something about it.

Once it is done steeping he discards the tea bag and walks back to his desk. He swiftly hacks into your laptop camera—upset that you refuse to cover it up no matter how many times he has told you to do so—to get a better look at your face. Though Ariel would never see you as anything other than the most perfect and beautiful person on the planet, steam nearly rises out of his ears at the sight of your intense under eye bags and bloodshot eyes. Not wanting to waste anymore time Ariel takes his phone out from his back pocket and decides to text you, hoping your sleep deprivation would allow you to easily fall for his rather obvious trap.

Hey babe, you wanna get breakfast tomorrow? he texts. He stares at his computer screen intensely as he sips his beverage, impatiently waiting for your phone to ding. It only takes a few seconds for you to glance to the side—presumably for your phone—and you yawn while answering your boyfriend’s text.

Sure, did you wanna go to our usual spot? you write, sending it without a second thought and returning to your work as if nothing happened.

Rolling his eyes at your clear lack of concern for your own health, Ariel opts for calling you instead.

“What are you still doing up?” he asks angrily once you finally pick up, not bothering to start with a hello. Ariel starts flitting about his apartment and gathering his things—making sure to pack extra clothes, his laptop and charger, as well as the half-empty box of chamomile tea he grabbed earlier—while he waits for your response.

“Hm?” you respond eventually, clearly dazed and barely holding it together (at least, in Ariel’s mind). You glance at the clock and your eyes widen at the time. “O-oh! Well, I have to meet this deadline for work, but I’m almost done,” you chuckle nervously.

Ariel rolls his eyes at your response while pouring the rest of his undrunken tea into a reusable insulated cup. “No job is worth sacrificing your health for, kitten.” Doing one last check to make sure he has everything, Ariel grabs his car keys and heads outside.

You hear the assorted noises over the phone and feel your stomach start to churn. There’s no way he was coming to your place at this hour, right? “Going somewhere?” you ask.

“I’ll be there in 10,” he announces dryly, and then he hangs up.

Panic sets in and you quickly rush around your house to tidy your space, not wanting to hear two lectures in one night.

Soon enough you hear the doorbell ring and open the door to see Ariel’s displeased face. He lets himself in—setting down his tea and bag without a word. You close the door behind you and follow after him, and it is at this moment that he finally acknowledges you by pulling you into a hug.

“You’re not even dressed for bed,” he remarks.

“Yeah well, I figured if I did I’d probably get tired and fall asleep,” you explain. “I haven’t even left the house, actually. I just changed into this so I’d trick myself into being more productive.”

Ariel pulls away slightly so he can look at you. “That upsets me. I need you to take better care of yourself.”

“I know, it’s just—work, you know?”

Ariel grinds his teeth. In an ideal world he’d say something like: ‘Just quit, I’ll take care of you’, but he knew it was too soon for him to say that. So instead he sighs, choosing to take your hand and lead you to sit down at your kitchen table once again.

Visibly annoyed, Ariel rummages through his bag on the table looking for something. Once he finds it he walks behind you to enter your kitchen. Silently, he fills and turns on your kettle as he did in his own house just moments ago. He fishes a tea bag out from the now-crushed box and a mug from your cupboard, setting it down in front of him as he waits for the water to boil.

“Promise me this won’t happen again,” you hear him say. You turn in your chair to look at him, finally acknowledging his own weariness.

“I’ll try,” you affirm. The water from the kettle starts bubbling rapidly; a welcome sound to fill the silence between you. “But what about you? Why are you up so late?”

Ariel’s eyes briefly flick up to look at you while he pours your tea, knowing exactly where this was going. “I was working,” he starts. He sees your mouth curl up in a smile and cuts you off before you can begin. “But that’s different, I work for myself, so I can start and stop as I please. You, on the other hand, are working yourself to death for someone else, and for what?”

Ariel stirs your tea around a few times; tossing the spoon in the sink afterwards. He walks back to the table and sits in the chair next to yours after pushing the hot beverage in front of you. You wrap your hand around it and bring it to your mouth, contemplating his point while Ariel rests his hand on your thigh. “They don’t care about you like I do. When you move on they’ll find someone else and replace you. I’d never do that to you. I love you. So please, take better care of yourself for me?”

“Alright,” you nod, giving Ariel a sleepy smile in understanding. He grins in satisfaction, admiring you silently as you drink your tea. Once you’re finished he puts your cup in the sink to be dealt with later. Then, he takes your hand to lead you to your bedroom.

He finds your toothbrush and prepares it with toothpaste while you get dressed. You walk into the bathroom only a few moments later dressed in your sleepwear, and take the toothbrush from him to start brushing your teeth.

As Ariel takes the opportunity to brush his teeth as well, he notices you’re wearing one of his shirts. He briefly considers you might’ve done it to stay on his good side, but the thought that you are wearing his shirt to sleep because it comforts you makes him feel good about himself, so that’s what he decides to believe.

When you’re both done in the bathroom you walk to your bed and crawl under the covers, shocked at how your bed seemed to feel considerably more comfortable than usual. While you get yourself settled Ariel starts changing his own clothes, not missing your wandering eyes despite his own tiredness. Once changed he turns the lights off and gets in bed as well, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck.

As you close your eyes in an attempt to sleep to appease your boyfriend, your mind begins racing with worry. You knew you needed to sleep—for Ariel’s sake—but you were now scrambling in an attempt to remember if you saved your work before he arrived or not. You begin trying to recall when the last time you saved was, and your stomach drops when you realize you can’t remember that either. Now you were panicking. Had you not saved all day? Would you have to start all over again?

“Do I need to baby you?” he asks, coiling his arms around you as tight as he can to stop you from squirming. “Go to sleep.”

“I’m not sure if I saved my work,” you swallow. “I just need to check it real quick.”

Ariel lets out an exasperated sigh. He loosens his grip—but when you attempt to get up, he stops you. “No, I’ll do it. Stay here and sleep.”

He reluctantly shuffles to the edge and stands up. He makes his way back into your kitchen, to your laptop, and opens it. He doesn’t bother to search through your files and see if it’s been saved already; choosing instead to make a new copy just in case. He shuts your laptop and trudges back to your room, yawning as he closes the door.

He gets back in bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist again. He leans over to press a kiss to your cheek—a not-so-subtle attempt to check if you were sleeping or not. He hums in satisfaction as he sees that you are, and allows his head to fall against the pillow beside you.

As Ariel closes his eyes he finds comfort in his surroundings—your scent, surrounding him from all directions. The quiet, barely perceptible sound of your breathing. The rise and fall of your stomach; the sound of your heartbeat. The smell of your shampoo, and the feel of your hair brushing against his neck. They all brought him comfort, and he wondered if you ever lay awake at night thinking about it all when he wasn’t with you, like he so often did.

All in good time, he thought to himself. Then he slowly drifted to sleep, his dreams filled with thoughts of you.

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[pink-booty-butts]

Pancakes (Ariel Conroy x Reader Smut)

this gif is exactly how i imagine he looks at you in that one scene in this fic that i won’t spoil (or did i already?? idk lmao)

Pairing: Ariel x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,746

Summary: Immediate sequel to Flowers, one of my first fics, but this fic can be read without reading that one!! Ariel becomes a permanent fixture in your life, and after a weird conversation it’s time for you two to take the next step (aka he teaches you how to masturbate :p)

Warnings: not proof read! SMUT, minors go learn how to solve a Rubik’s cube instead pls. Reader is a virgin so it’s about that first time bestie, also she’s got some insecurity issues. Ariel being creepy, weird, possessive and mean as usual. Objectification?? Idk how to tag this, degradation vibes too. multiple orgasms. 

A/N: lmao idk if i should be ashamed of this or not, also I feel like this fic is all over the place and slightly worse than usual bc I haven’t written in what feels like forever. I like writing though and I’m tired of being a perfectionist over it so I’m sorry if its not very good!! hope y’all enjoy!! <3

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You wake up to the feeling of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You blink a few times, not having a super clear memory of what happened last night. It isn’t until you shift your legs under the covers you realize your legs are bare and so are his, which might’ve not been so strange had it not been absolutely freezing recently and you couldn’t sleep without pants on. Seemingly this movement had woken him up, as you feel a pair of lips press against the base of your neck before hearing a sleepy “Good morning” from your bedmate.

“Good morning,” you reply out of habit, still confused. He smiles against your neck before shifting his body upwards so he could look down at you, and you turn your head to look at him. All of a sudden you remembered last night, the amazing date you went on that ended in extremely passionate kissing. It would’ve progressed further if Ariel wasn’t aware that it would be your first time—as he wanted nothing more than to be inside you and hear you beg for him—but he had to be a gentleman and take things slow. He wanted the two of you to be together forever, which meant he needed to take these first few steps very carefully. Despite knowing how much you liked him, he knew that if he was too intense too fast someone would say something, or maybe you’d run off. Not that it mattered since Ariel was hellbent on making you his anyways, but it’d certainly be a lot easier.

“I should probably go,” he says, carefully studying your reaction. Ariel didn’t want to leave of course, he spent so much time watching you and now he was literally in bed with you, having pressed his body against yours all night. Leaving was the last thing he wanted to do. But he had to be the perfect gentleman, and gentlemen don’t overstay their welcome. Unless of course you want him to, which the light frown on your face was certainly hinting towards. “Or we could have breakfast together,” he suggested. And when Ariel saw that frown turn into a smile, he knew he was one step closer to getting exactly what he wanted from you.

Breakfast consisted of Ariel insistently making you pancakes from scratch, all the while forcing you to sit down and relax with a cup of tea as the two of you engaged in casual conversation. Ariel was eternally grateful that he had the forethought to research common date questions before your date last night, as he already knew everything about you but knew that would come off as rather suspicious. So instead he asked you about your hobbies and what you did in your free time, subtly attempting to bring up the possibility of him joining you in such things to further insert himself into your life. When you responded enthusiastically to this, it only further confirmed Ariel’s assertion that the two of you were meant for each other.

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Breakfast came and went, as did the weeks and months after your first date. Ariel slowly but surely succeeded in his quest to become a central focus in your life. You became official, said your first I love you’s, and spent nearly ever night in each other’s arms despite still living in separate houses. The only thing that hadn’t occurred was that you two hadn’t had sex yet.

In all honesty Ariel could barely contain his excitement at the thought, having spent many nights prior to that fateful night with his hand wrapped around his cock as he watched you on his computer screen. Ever since being in a relationship with you it had only gotten worse, and more often than not he had to slip out of bed in the middle of the night while cuddling you to take care of business.

You see, Ariel was well aware of the fact that you’ve never had sex before. And while that thought turned him on like no other on some days—knowing that once he buried himself in your cunt he would always and forever be the only person to do so—it was also quite frustrating in his quest to be a gentleman, as it meant he was waiting for you to be ready. After hearing you talk about how amazing he was to your friends—and seeing how your interest in sex in general had grown according to your browser history—he thought the question would’ve popped from you considerably sooner, but no. Though Ariel loved you for many, many other reasons, he couldn’t help but resent being reminded of his teenage days; jacking off at every opportunity of solitude back when he lived in the commune.

Little did Ariel know, his opportunity was due to arrive any moment. Though perhaps the delivery was less than ideal.

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“Do you think I’m ugly?” you asked him out of the blue when he showed up at your house after your shift was over. Today had been an absolutely awful day for you, everything that could’ve gone wrong had gone wrong, and to top it all off; it was absolutely pouring outside which only soured your mood further despite your boyfriend’s surprise appearance.

Ariel nearly dropped the flowers in his hand at your question; anger threatening to bubble up to the surface at the audacity for you to say such a thing. He kept his composure in tone at least, but his words said everything. “What kind of question is that?”

Realizing what you said, tears were now threatening to spill from your eyes. Not only did you manage to annoy and anger all of your coworkers today, but now you had made your loving boyfriend upset too. Ariel already knew about your horrible day so he knew not to take it personally—opting instead to walk towards you and hug you—but he made a mental note that this was perfect fuel to get you to leave your job and move in with him.

“It’s just, we’ve been together for a while and you’ve never brought up having sex, ever,” you tell him.

“Oh, babe,” Ariel starts sympathetically. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about it; you’re so gorgeous it’s practically impossible to stop.” Ariel pulls away from you slightly so he can force you to look him in the eyes directly.

“But I didn’t want you to think I was one of those guys that cared about sex and nothing else. I wanted to wait til you were ready.” This was it, the moment he’d been waiting for. The culmination of every sickeningly sweet thing Ariel had said to you to make you fall deeper and deeper for him, past the point of no return. And when he felt your heated cheek against his palm, he knew he succeeded.

“Oh, that makes sense,” you admit shamefully. You felt embarrassed that you would doubt him so much, especially after everything he’s done for you. Of course he would be considerate enough to do something like that, you think to yourself.

Ariel leans forward and presses a kiss against your forehead, before pulling away and rubbing your arms affectionally.

“Just let me know when you want to, alright? I don’t want to pressure you.” His stomach turned as the words flew out of his mouth. Though Ariel was no stranger to lying, he couldn’t deny his urge and immense desire to finally take you physically. He had spent so much time waiting, even before you started dating. How much longer were you going to make him wait?

“I want to,” you started nervously. Ariel perked up instantly, had his moment finally arrived? “But I’m scared. I’ve never done it before,” you admit with glowing cheeks.

Ariel holds back a triumphant grin, having been planning for this moment for what felt like forever. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. “That’s alright babe,” he reassures you. “Have you touched yourself before?”

“Uh, kind of?” you practically stammer. It’s at this moment you realize you’ve never talked about this with anyone before, not even your friends. You’re semi grateful Ariel pulled you so close to him, because it means you don’t have to look him in the eye during this conversation. “I mean I’ve like, rubbed down there a few times but I’ve never had an orgasm or anything.”

“Well, how about we start there?” He grabs your hand with one of his, slowly pulling you towards the couch and gesturing for you to sit down, before sitting down himself.

“We can take it slow. It’s probably better for you to at least get used to a finger in there before I stick my cock in.” He turns his body so his back is resting against the armrest, opening his legs and gesturing for you to sit between them. “I’ll teach you how to make yourself feel good, alright?” He looks at you expectantly, and briefly worries that he might’ve pushed you a bit far when he sees you still not moving towards him. His patience is rewarded though, as you soon scoot closer to him and sit in between his legs.

“Just relax, babe,” he coos into your ear as you lay your back against his chest. Ariel inhales deeply, delighted by the feeling of so much of you being pressed against him. He runs his hands over the waistband of your jeans, his thumbs moving up to rub circles into your bare skin as he starts pressing soft kisses against your neck. “Let me know if you want to stop, okay?”

He smiles after a small ‘mmhmm’ comes from your throat, relishing in the knowledge that your nervousness wasn’t enough to stop you from wanting this. Ariel slides his hands upwards, underneath your shirt, stopping right when he hits the band of your bra.

He removes one of his hands from your shirt to tilt your face towards his, allowing him to kiss you on the lips, before quickly returning his hand and sliding both of them under your bra to touch your bare breasts. Ariel nearly groans at the feeling of your soft flesh, his already hard cock twitching with anticipation against your backside as he begins teasing your nipples. Though Ariel can feel your tenseness and nervousness, he revels in the feeling of you pressing harder against him, knowing he’s making you feel so good you can’t help but want more.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks softly after removing his lips from yours. He smirks after you give him a brief nod. Ariel’s mind was racing with all of the things he wants to do to you right now, wishing nothing more than to rip your clothes off and fuck you like an animal. But he needed to be a caring and supportive boyfriend, so instead he removes one of his hands from your breasts to grab one of yours.

Using his other hand, Ariel slips your bra up to have it somewhat out of the way. The hand over yours moves to one of your breasts, and Ariel pushes your fingers together over your nipple before twisting them, demonstrating what he was doing earlier. “Some women can orgasm just from this,” he tells you, while using his free hand to do the same motion over your neglected breast. “So you don’t want to ignore these.”

Ariel drops his hand from your breast and runs it down your side. Once he hits the waist band of your jeans again, he slowly motions towards the button to undo them. He feels you tense against him, causing him to pause. Though he found your lack of experience thrilling, the promise of finally getting to touch your wet cunt was enough to make him a little annoyed at it.

“I told you to relax, I’m not going to hurt you. We can stop at anytime so just trust me, alright?” He felt you nod, but his patience had worn thin. If you were going to do him the disservice of being scared, the least you could do was indulge him a bit. “Use your words sweetheart.”

“Yes, Ariel,” you said meekly. Not allowing himself to indulge in the satisfaction of you listening to him so readily, Ariel unbuttoned your jeans and slid the zipper down quickly. He slid his hands into your pants so he could cup your pussy gently; loving the feeling of you squirming against him. He removed the hand on top of yours to wrap around your waist so he could keep you caged, before slowly and lightly tracing a finger against your soaked panties. Ariel held back a chuckle as you squirmed further; enjoying the experience of your sensitivity due to never having been touched there by someone else.

“Fuck babe, you’re soaking wet,” Ariel groans. He continues lightly tracing against your slit, struggling to prevent himself from shoving your panties to the side and sinking multiple of his fingers into you as he makes you orgasm roughly and quickly. There would be plenty of time for that in the future, after all.

“This is what you want to do if you’re not wet enough,” he tells you, pressing slightly harder and moving his finger faster as he feels you adjust to the sensation. Once he feels you relax a bit against him, he moves the hand from your waist back up to your breast, teasing it once again. “Or you can play with your tits more.”

“I’m going to put a finger in, okay babe?” He asks while slipping his hand underneath the waistband of your panties. He once again waits for confirmation from you—needing to play the part of the dutiful and patient boyfriend—before proceeding. When he hears none, he glances at your face to see a worried expression. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m scared it’s going to hurt,” you admit shamefully.

“It won’t,” Ariel reassures you. “You’re so wet I could stick my cock in and it wouldn’t hurt. Just relax and trust me, if it hurts we’ll stop and watch a movie.”

“Just relax and let your pussy do the thinking,” he growls into your ear. He roughly gropes your breast, teasing and tugging at your nipple as he continues talking and rubbing your cunt through your panties. “You don’t have to think about anything except how fucking good I’m making you feel.”

Once he hears a strangled whine escape your throat, he shoves a finger in your pussy before you have time to think about it. You squirm, and Ariel moves the hand from your breast to hold you against him once again, preventing you from moving. He repositions one of his legs against yours to prevent you from closing your legs, forcing you to have to adjust to the overwhelmingly unfamiliar pleasure you were currently experiencing.

Ariel slowly pumps the finger in and out of you, trying to elicit as many noises from you as possible. “That’s it, you’re being such a good girl for me,” he praises, not missing the raise in pitch of your moans after doing so. He decides to take a risk and stick a second finger in, seeing as you were feeling so good already. You let out a brief whine in response, but soon adjust and are desperate for more.

“God I bet you love my fingers buried in your cunt, don’t you?” he whispers in your ear, moving his hand up once again to play with your breast. He begins rubbing circles against your clit as he continues fingering you, desperate to overload you with pleasure. He presses light kisses against your outstretched neck as he relishes in the moment, knowing he will soon be rewarded.

“You’re close, I can feel it. Say my name when you come, will you?” Ariel speeds up the movement of his fingers, paying special attention to your clit with his thumb.

White-hot pleasure courses through your body as your orgasm takes over, making you arch your back against him. You slump against him as you calm down, breathing heavily. He presses a kiss against your hair as he removes his fingers from your pussy, letting them rest against your bare thigh.

“How was that?” he asks, holding back a smile.

“It felt really good,” you admit between breaths. As you regain your normal breathing pattern you notice the hard length pressed against your butt. You remembered noticing it earlier, but now that you just had an orgasm you could feel nothing but guilt. You turn slightly so you could look at Ariel’s face, which was currently gazing at you lovingly.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” you ask, looking down briefly in embarrassment.

Ariel chuckles. Though he would absolutely adore the feel of your mouth or hands wrapped around his cock any day of the week, it was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. After feeling your cunt squeeze his fingers desperately, all he wanted was to bury himself in you to the hilt and fuck you til you passed out. Unfortunately, Ariel knew the likelihood of that happening was rather low, seeing as you were still new to the whole thing.  

“That’s alright babe, tonight was about you. There’ll be plenty more chances for you to repay the favor.” Ariel expected relief to wash over your face, or even gratitude, but was instead met with a face of disappointment. He held back a prideful grin, were just his fingers enough to make you desperate for him?

“Do you want to see it?” he asks, moving one of his hands to your chin to tilt it upwards so you’re looking at him. You nod, and he gestures for you to remove his pants yourself. You unbutton them hesitantly, and Ariel lifts his hips to push his pants and underwear down. He watches your face intently, gauging your reaction.

“Oh my god, it’s massive,” you squeak. “How would it even?”

Ariel takes one of your hands and wraps it around the base of his cock. He doesn’t move it, not wanting to force you, but there was no way he was going to pass up the opportunity to finally feel you touch him.

“It’ll fit,” he tells you. Though if Ariel was being entirely honest, he wasn’t entirely sure if it would or not. Not like it mattered, he was going to make it fit.

You slowly drag your hand around his cock, taking in his massive length. Despite your slow and gentle touch, Ariel bucked up into your hand, desperate for you to do more.

“How?” you ask.

“Well first, I’ll make sure you’re as wet as you were earlier,” he tells you slowly. Ariel brings his hand back into your underwear, sliding his finger against your folds. “Then I’ll use my fingers to stretch you out as much as possible before I try to fuck you. I’ll make sure to go slow,” the first time, he adds mentally. “But that won’t be for a while babe, we’ll work you up to it. Just use what I taught you today to keep that pussy nice and wet for me until then, alright?”

“Could we do it now?” you ask, feeling strangely confident. Maybe it was the rush of your first orgasm, or maybe you just wanted to get it over with. Either way, Ariel let a wide grin break out onto his face. His cock twitched in your hand, and when you looked up at him you saw your lust being eagerly reciprocated.

“Are you sure babe? There’s no rush.” Ariel trails his hands against your sides, struggling to hold himself back from flipping you over and entering you all at once. You were just too tempting. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you’re not ready for.”

“No, I want to,” you affirm. “I trust you.” God, you were going to be the death of him.

“Alright,” he sighs, a poor attempt to hide his absolute elation. “Just like before, if it hurts, we’ll stop.” You nod and Ariel leans in for a bruising kiss, resulting in your back hitting the couch due to his force. Ariel wastes no time in shoving his tongue in your mouth, making sure to explore every inch of his new territory.

As one of his arms rests next to your head for support, the other wastes no time in sliding down towards your pussy to touch it once again. You flinch slightly due to sensitivity from your very recent orgasm, but Ariel’s talented fingers make quick work of that and he has you bucking up against his hand again soon enough.

Ariel detaches his mouth from yours to attack your neck, intent on leaving several dark marks while he listens to the intoxicating sound of your moans once again. He needed to hear them like he needed air to breathe; and he knew there was no way he’d ever get enough of them—or you in general for that matter.

He trailed kisses back up to your mouth as he continued fingering you, pecking your lips a few times before popping the question: “Are you ready?”

You freeze briefly, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at an alarming rate. But you trusted him, so with as much courage as you could muster you nod, before remembering he would probably insist on verbal confirmation. “Y-yeah,” you tell him.

“Wonderful,” he says before kissing you again. “I’ll go slow, alright? Let me know if it’s too much.”

Ariel positions his cock right at your entrance. He decides to test the waters and tease you a little bit by rubbing the head against your labia, which rewards him with a confused whimper.

He begins pushing it in slowly, carefully monitoring your face for any sign of discomfort. Despite his intense desire and regular fantasy of taking you anytime and anywhere, the last thing Ariel wanted was for those fantasies to not have any chance of coming true because he couldn’t be bothered with the slightest amount of patience during your first time.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight babe,” Ariel manages to say, struggling to keep his composure as he went deeper and deeper inside of you. You felt a bit of a sting as your pussy stretched to accommodate his size, but luckily Ariel was considerate enough to give you some time to adjust after he was fully inside of you. Despite your nervousness and hesitancy from earlier, being like this sparked something within you. You could feel everything and it felt amazing, and you knew you’d never be able to get enough of him after this.

“You can move now,” you breathe out after the pain subsided, eager to experience more. Ariel grinned and leaned over you, caging you in with his arms as he leaned down for another kiss.

He started slow but deep, pulling out so only his tip was still inside of you. As your moans and whines increased so did his pace, and eventually Ariel was fucking you as hard and fast as he could. He intended to be gentle, but how was he expected to resist when you looked so perfect underneath him like that?

Leaning on one of his arms again he moves one of his hands down to your clit; timing his motions perfectly with his thrusts. After so many painful evenings of watching you fail to get yourself off, Ariel only had one thing on his mind—proving to you that you need him.

“Stop overthinking it, let me see you cum for me. What did I tell you earlier about thinking?” he asks somewhat harshly.

“That I don’t need to?” you ask uncertainly.

Under other circumstances, Ariel would’ve made sure to correct you and make sure you used the exact words he gave you earlier. But seeing as you were new to all of this, he figured he could let it slide for now. “That’s right, ‘cause that’s what I’m here for. Just let go,” he demanded.

“I-I can’t,” you whine. Even though you just had an orgasm, this one felt… different. Part of you was confused about why it felt so foreign, resulting in you overthinking and becoming nervous once again. Despite the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were receiving causing your features to be muddled and harder to recognize than usual, Ariel could tell. He wasn’t going to let you go without another orgasm, so he resorts to the first thought that popped in his head.

“You can. Just focus on me babe, aren’t I making you feel so good? You’ve never been this fucking full before. I’ve been going easy on you tonight, but I bet you can’t wait for next time. Maybe tomorrow morning during breakfast I’ll bend you over the counter and fuck you like a whore instead,” he spits out.

You whimper from his degrading words, but Ariel doesn’t miss the feeling of your cunt squeezing tighter in response. He had intended to go easy on you and work you up to such things, but seeing the way you were squirming underneath him right now made him realize that perhaps he was underestimating you. He tangled his fingers in your hair as he leaned in for a kiss, easily slipping his tongue inside your waiting mouth. You were going to be together forever, there was plenty of time for slow, passionate love-making.

So he leaned into it and began fucking you harder; resulting in you being so overwhelmed you barely had the mental capacity to reciprocate his kisses. Ariel chuckled and pressed harder against your clit with his thumb, abusing it with every intention of making you sore the next day. You let out a strained whine as your vision started to blur, causing a prideful grin to break out across Ariel’s face.

“Yeah, that’s it. There it is—that’s my good fucking girl,” he growls as he watches you cum; not allowing his hand or thrusts to relent as your orgasm washed over you. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy and your pussy clenched hard around his cock; leading Ariel to struggle to prevent himself from coming right then and there. He stares at you for a few seconds—burning the image into his brain—before thrusting a few more times and coming inside of you soon after.

His head falls in the crook of your neck after he collapses on top of you, his cock slowly softening in your pussy. As the two of you struggle to catch your breath, Ariel wriggles his arms underneath your back and squeezes you tightly.

“I love you,” he pants against your neck. When you don’t respond Ariel quickly attempts to rectify his statement, mentally cursing himself for allowing his post-orgasmic bliss to get in the way of his grand plan. “Maybe it’s a bit soon, but I just wanted you to know, and don’t feel pressured to say it right away. I hope it doesn’t put you off.”

“No sorry, I was just surprised,” you admit between breaths. “No one’s ever said that to me, but I feel the same. I have for a while now, actually. I just didn’t say anything ‘cos I was worried about that too.”

Ariel cranes his head up and leans on his elbow so he can look down at you. He brings a hand to a stray hair strand of yours; twirling it in his fingers while he gazes at you lovingly. 

“I’m glad to hear that, babe,” he tells you happily. His eyes roam over your naked body and he briefly contemplates going for another round and making you scream those three little words for him, but decides against it. He leans down for a feather-light kiss against your swollen lips before speaking. “We should get you cleaned up, love.”

You nod lazily, the exhaustion starting to seep in and making it hard for you to keep your eyes open. The corners of Ariel’s mouth tilt up in amusement, before he lowers his body back down to wrap himself around you once again. He strains his arm behind him to grab at the blanket you leave strewn across the top of your sofa, and pulls it down to cover the both of you. His arms wrap around you tightly; with no intention of ever letting you go.

You were his—in every sense of the word.

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[pink-booty-butts]

Worms (Jamie Winton x Reader Smut)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,522

Summary: Jamie and you are friends but you clearly have feelings for each other. Dave and Paula are sick of it so they intervene. And then you fuck :D

Warnings: SMUT! Minors por favor no read. barely proof read bc I’m tired of spending 10million years on a single fic bc I’m too much of a perfectionist lmao sorry y’all

A/N: I really hope the anon who requested this enjoys it!! <333 also I hope Jamie isn’t too ooc cos it’s been a hot minute since I’ve watch YMATA. ty to the lovely and magnificent @notwhateveriwasbefore​ for helping me with the scenario!! I hope you guys enjoy this and it’s not boring omg

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“Alright Paula, let me show you to your room,” Dave says once you go into the bathroom. He stands up, pushing his chair in and linking his arm with hers, intent on doing exactly as he said until Jamie speaks up.

“What’re you doing that for? Mum knows where it is,” he questions. Dave sighs, shaking his head at Jamie’s cluelessness.

“We’re leaving you two alone so you can finally man up and confess your feelings to her,” he explains.

“W-what?” Jamie asks incredulously. “Confess? Are you insane? I can’t just—what if she doesn’t feel the same?” Jamie runs his fingers through his hair, blushing profusely as his mind races with thoughts of the two of you being a couple. Despite being good friends for a while, over the past few months Jamie realized his feelings had developed into something deeper, and it made his heart ache every time he thought about it. Typically he was able to push the thoughts down whenever he was around you—resulting in him rambling about you to Dave sometime later in the day—but now the mention of it has brought all of that crashing down, and you were in the bathroom a few doors away.

“Oh Jamie, sweetheart,” Paula starts. “Of course she feels the same! She was looking at you the whole time during dinner, I don’t know how you didn’t notice it.”

“Really?” he asks, cheeks tinting a darker shade of pink at the mere implication that you already felt the same way. Could it really be possible?

“Yes really,” Dave replies in a monotone voice as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re confessing tonight because we’re sick of the two of you being so clueless. If you don’t, I’ll…put worms in your bed.”

Jamie raises an eyebrow at Dave’s threat, only to be met with a shrug as though Dave didn’t know where that idea came from either. Seeing and hearing both Dave and Paula insist on confessing to you made him consider it deeply; perhaps the risk was worth it if both of them were telling him he should.

“Okay,” he nods to himself, finalizing his decision. His heartbeat quickens instantly, the finality of his decision causing nerves to spread through his body. He eyes a bottle of alcohol on the kitchen counter and grabs it, pouring himself a shot and downing it quickly.

Dave comes up to him smiling, grabbing him by the shoulders like a proud father. “That’s my boy, Jamie!” He grins, and Jamie looks slightly to his side and reciprocates with a nervous smile of his own. “You’re probably going to need more than one though.”

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You glance at yourself in the mirror while washing your hands, contemplating your options. You chew on your lip, questioning whether you should make the first move or not. Your rational mind was telling you no, telling you that you shouldn’t throw away your beautiful friendship with Jamie over some silly old romantic feelings. Unfortunately, your rational mind was being swiftly overtaken by your intoxicated brain, which was screaming yes. Partially because you had strong feelings for him, but also because he looked so attractive during dinner that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. That voice was so much louder than any other one in your brain, and it told you to go for it. These feelings had been eating away at you for months, and you were tired of it. If worse comes to worse, you can always move to New Zealand or something and start over.

With this plan in mind, you take a deep breath in and mentally prepare yourself with what you’re going to say to Jamie. Once you feel ready, you walk out of the bathroom and back into the dining room. You notice everyone has scattered, but you hear some dishes moving about in the kitchen, and when you enter to follow the source of the noise you are greeted with the sight of Jamie washing dishes. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the jacket he was wearing earlier was nowhere to be seen. His hair was falling a little in front of his face as he bent down to scrub some particularly stuck on food off of one of his supposedly non-stick pans. Could he get any more attractive?

“Hey,” you say; making your presence known. Jamie looks up and smiles at the sight of you. You notice his cheeks are a little red, most likely feeling embarrassed that he didn’t notice you were there, you assume. Classic Jamie.

“Hey,” he responds back. He turns the faucet off and leans agains the counter, looking at you with a pleased gaze, as if he was grateful to be in your presence. His heart ached with the need to touch you, but he couldn’t do so until he got the words out. He didn’t want worms in his bed, after all. “I wanted to talk to you about something, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah of course, what’s up?” you ask. You were hoping to get the words out as soon as possible, but perhaps now wasn’t the time if something was wrong. Oh well.

“Well,” he drawls, taking a few steps closer to you. You notice he gets really close; so close you can feel his breath fanning your face. Something was clearly up, normally Jamie was very concerned with other people’s personal space, yet here he was mere centimeters away from you. Your heart was racing, how did you never notice how good he smells?

“I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while,” he starts, taking a gulp of air. Though the five shots he took were definitely boosting his confidence, there was still a small part of him that knew there was no way he would’ve done this if he was sober. His eyes flick up, away from the floor as he looks directly into your eyes. His eyes meet yours and it almost looks like he’s searching for something, and you figure he somehow finds it because he breaks out into a small, nervous smile. “I’m in love with you.”

Your heart stops. Everything stops. The ticking clock and the drip from the faucet are no where to be found in the foreground of background noise; the whole world is silent. It’s just you and Jamie, in this moment, the earth stopped spinning. You weren’t sure if you wanted to scream, or cry, or bounce up and down with joy and relief, and as the silence faded away and noise returned, all you could think to say was: “Oh.”

“Oh?” He questions. His confidence seemingly disappears instantly, as your response was clearly indicative of a rejection in his mind. His face and reply seemingly snap you out of your love-drunk stupor, and you realize what has happened.

“Oh! Like, oh my god! I was just going to tell you the same thing,” you admit. “I was hyping myself up in the bathroom, trying to figure out how to tell you, and it looks like you beat me to it,” you chuckle.

“Oh,” he says again, stunned. He just experienced every emotion in the past five minutes. “Well,” he starts nervously, taking another step closer to you and grabbing your hands in his. “I guess this means we’re not friends anymore.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you smile fondly. Jamie glances at your lips, eyes widening at the idea of kissing them. Since the two of you just confessed your love to each other, that meant he could kiss you now, right?

Though he wants to do nothing more than kiss you passionately, he was still feeling a little unsure of himself. “Can I kiss you?” he asks. You nod, and Jamie immediately presses his lips against yours. As your lips glide along each other’s, you can’t help but acknowledge how perfect this moment is. Jamie wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer into him so you’re pressed flush against him. He holds you firmly, but gently. The only thought in his head was the word finally; as though he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life.

Eventually, the two of you had to separate for air, but Jamie presses his forehead against yours. After months of pining and daydreaming, the last thing he wanted to do was be apart from you. “That was amazing,” he lets out in between deep breaths.  The two of you lean against each other for another moment, before you lean back in for another kiss, which Jamie eagerly reciprocates.

This one was much more passionate than the first, almost as if the first kiss unlocked something deeper, more carnal within Jamie. Not that you were complaining, because you felt the same way. You kissed him harder, licking his bottom lip and asking for entrance. He gladly gave it to you, allowing your tongues to dance with one another gently and sloppily. He moaned lightly into the kiss, lightly pressing his fingertips deeper into your hips. You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck and pull him closer, and as you do so you notice how much warmer it seems to have gotten all of a sudden. There was only one thing you wanted right now, and you were hellbent on getting it.

“Jamie,” you pant, separating your mouth from his. You notice his lips are slightly swollen and his face is flushed, his hair and shirt disheveled from your passionate kissing. “I know we just confessed and everything, but I need you right now,” you announce, trying to put on your best bedroom eyes for him. You look down to see his cock straining out of his pants, knowing he wanted this just as badly as you did.

Jamie looks confused for a moment, but then his face goes a deep, deep red once he understands your insinuation. You smirk at his shyness, throwing your arms around him and starting to trail kisses along his neck. You notice he’s gotten much warmer as well. You trail your hand up his stomach to the top button of his shirt—intent on unbuttoning it—when a large hand stops you. “W-we can’t,” he croaks.

You take a step back and look at him, raising an eyebrow due to your confusion. “Why not?” you ask. You look back between his legs, just to make sure you hadn’t imagined his erection earlier. “We both want this.”

“I just don’t feel comfortable doing… that when you’re intoxicated,” he admits. “It’s not that I don’t want to, because I do. I just want to make sure you really want me too, and it’s not just the alcohol talking.” He scratches the back of his neck nervously, his anxiety skyrocketing. He knows he just blew his chance of enacting all of his shameful fantasies with you that he thought about when he was having his alone time, but he was still Jamie, and he didn’t want to take advantage of you.

Your eyes soften. Though you were of course disappointed you would get to quell the ache in your lower stomach, you were touched. This was the man you fell in love with after all, and you could never be upset with Jamie for being Jamie. “I understand,” you answer. You let your hands trail downwards, and he grabs them before you can pull away.

“You should spend the night though,” he adds. “We can cuddle, and if you’re still up for it tomorrow, then we can, you know,” he admits, blushing once again. You grin, you were going to have too much fun with Jamie being a blushing mess talking about sex.

“Okay,” you agree. Though it wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, cuddling with your new boyfriend was certainly an amazing way to end the night.

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You groggily open your eyes due to the sunlight filling the room. For a moment you were confused, your sleep-addled brain getting the best of you. But then you felt a warm presence pressed against your back, arms and legs wrapped around yours tightly as if he was afraid you would disappear in the middle of the night. You feel lips press against your neck briefly, and you smile in response.

“Good morning,” a deep, morning-voice says to you softly. Jamie wrapped his arms around you tighter for a moment, worried that last night was all a dream. Or perhaps just a result of the alcohol, and as soon as you knew what was going on, you would bolt out the door and he would never see you again. As a result he wanted to cherish this moment of you in his arms for as long as he could.

“Good morning,” you yawn, the smile evident in your voice.

“Was last night real?” Jamie asks against your neck. “Did we really…?”

“Yeah,” you affirm. You lift your arm up to touch his, though due to him caging you in, it was a bit impossible. “I love you, Jamie.”

“I love you too,” he says, finally lifting his head up to look at you. He smiles widely. His deep, brown eyes are sparkling with love and adoration and relief. He brings one of his hands up to your cheek and leans in to kiss you, smiling the whole time. You start smiling too, and this causes the two of you to giggle into your kiss before you both pull away.

“So,” you start while giving Jamie a wide smirk. “Do you still want to, ya know?”

Jamie blushes, letting out a quick and overly enthusiastic “Yes!” before adding a nervous, stammering, “Only if you want to though, of course.”

“Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked,” you laugh. You lean in to kiss Jamie again, and he reciprocates eagerly. “I’ve thought about this so many times, you have no idea,” you admit.

“Me too,” Jamie replies in between eager kisses. His kisses grow more and more passionate. Despite wanting to be gentle with you, Jamie couldn’t deny his deep, all-consuming desire to be inside of you right now. His hands slip down your waist to your legs, currently covered by a pair of pink boxers he let you borrow. His thumbs slide underneath the waistband, wanting to feel your skin desperately.

“You can take them off,” you tell him breathily, before kissing him again. He slides the boxers down as he reciprocates your kiss, knowing each one was sending him further and further down a spiral of addiction to your lips. He tosses the boxers onto the floor of his bedroom, mentally anticipating the next time he gets to see you wearing his clothes. He adjusts himself to hover over you, trailing kisses from your mouth to your jaw and to the side of your neck, giving featherlight nips as his hand slides against the wet fabric of your underwear. You take a sharp intake of breath as he touches your most sensitive area, and Jamie takes this as encouragement as he decides to put a little bit more pressure against your folds while he glides his fingers against your underwear.

“I haven’t done this in a long time,” he admits. “I’m not sure if I even remember how to.”

“That’s okay,” you reassure him. “You’ll have plenty more opportunities to practice.” Jamie blushes at the insinuation of the two of you doing this again, or even frequently. Now that you two were together, how often would you have sex, he wondered? Would it be irregular due to your longstanding friendship, or would you two fuck like rabbits now that the unspoken barrier had been lifted?

You bring your hand up to the back of his head and pull him towards you again, sliding your tongue in his mouth after a moan causes his lips to part. Your other hand eagerly reaches for his dick, stroking it slowly through the fabric of his sleepwear. Your impatience eventually gets the best of you and you slide your hand inside and began touching him directly. Though you knew Jamie was big, nothing could prepare you for your hand barely being able to wrap around it. You moan at the thought of it being inside of you, and Jamie takes that opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue, wanting to reciprocate some of the pleasure you were providing him. You move your hand faster, using some of the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock as lubrication, which causes Jamie to groan in your mouth and buck into your hand. His head lowers to your neck, panting and moaning against your skin as he struggles to hold himself upright above you. Then he suddenly grabs your hand and wrenches it away from his throbbing dick.

“Not yet,” he whines. “I want this to last.” Jamie slips his hand underneath your panties, not bothering to remove them. He slides one of his long fingers in, pumping it in and out slowly, watching your face carefully due to his insecurity. When he sees you keen eagerly, he adds another finger, crooking them gently and and expertly. You moan breathily, and Jamie can’t help himself and dives in for another kiss. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells you between kisses. While continuing to finger you, he takes the opportunity to slide his hand underneath your shirt, grateful he didn’t have to awkwardly attempt to take off your bra, seeing as you had already done so to slip into Jamie’s shirt the night before. He reachers for your breast, cupping it gently and twirling your nipple with his fingers. When he inserts a third finger inside you he also switches his hand to your other breast, giving it some much needed attention.

“Jamie,” you gasp. “Stop teasing, I need to feel you.”

“I didn’t mean to,” he protests. He takes his fingers outside of your slick cunt anyways, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping a few times to lubricate it. He lines up with your entrance and pushes in slowly, groaning at the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him. You squirm as he reaches deeper inside of you. You knew he was big from touching him earlier, but no amount of prep could prepare you from the insane stretch you were experiencing right now trying to accommodate him. “Fuck,” you hear Jamie say quietly, barely over the sound of your focus on his cock stretching you more than you thought was possible. Once fully inside of you he pauses for a moment, knowing if he proceeded further he would most certainly blow his load immediately. Once you adjust a little you wrap your legs around his waist in an effort to make him move; you probably could’ve stood to wait longer, but the promise of finally doing what you’ve been fantasizing about was too tempting.

“Move please,” you demand weakly. Jamie chuckles, readjusting his position to kiss you before he starts moving.

“Who put you in charge?” he asks teasingly. He doesn’t wait for an answer though as he begins moving his hips slowly and nipping at your neck. If you thought the stretch before was difficult, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his cock going in and out of you. He toyed with your breast, nipped at your neck, and though his pace was slow he was sure to make sure you took every inch of him with each thrust; over and over again. As your moans grew and Jamie began to struggle to fend off his orgasm, his hand relented its assault on your breast and moved to your clit. His thrusts grew slightly faster as he began rubbing circles with his thumb, desperate to feel you milk his cock. Your whines and moans grow louder as Jamie showers you with praise, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you.

“Please,” he pants. “Come for me,” he asks, and that was enough for you to go over the edge; your vision blinded with dark spots as your back arched off the mattress. Jamie collapses on top of you after experiencing much of the same, your orgasm having caused your cunt to tighten around his cock so forcefully that he was overwhelmed with pleasure, moaning into your neck without realizing.

The two of you pant desperately for air to reach your lungs. Jamie falls to your side and wraps his arms around you again, holding you tightly as if to remember this was real and not another one of his vivid dreams. You lay there in each other’s comforting embrace for a few moments; enjoying the silence. Once your breathing slows down you hear your stomach growl quietly. You laugh, and Jamie lifts his head up from your chest to look up at you, giving you the cutest smile you’ve seen in your whole life.

“We should probably get some breakfast, love.” You nod in agreement and his smile widens, leaning in for one last kiss against your lips before you get ready for the rest of the day.

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[jamiewintons]

Separation Anxiety (Jamie Winton/Reader)

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

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

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

Word Count: 1808

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[jamiewintons]

Told You So (Ariel Conroy/F!Reader)

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

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

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

Word Count: 3058

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[pink-booty-butts]

Grape-Flavored Apologies (Ariel Conroy x Reader)

(i love this gif sm <33)

Pairing: Ariel Conroy x gn!Reader

Word Count: 574

Summary: Ariel feeds you grapes

Warnings: Ariel being a bit mean, and spicy allusions at the end! ;) Also I wrote this in like 5 minutes so its probs not super great, not proofread etc etc all the writing excuses. I just really wanted to write this before I forgot the scenario I had in mind! :)

A/N: this is my treat to myself in between requests haha, I promise if you’ve requested something I’m working on it!! Inspired by convos with @jamiewintons ​and @notwhateveriwasbefore​ <33 you both!

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“—and then, oh my god you’re not going to believe what happened next. I know, I got hurt but I promise it wasn’t my fault that—“ you were abruptly cut off by the sensation of a small, round object being slid into your mouth by your boyfriend’s fingers. You raise an eyebrow inquisitively as Ariel slowly retracts his fingers from your mouth, wiping them on a napkin before using them to pop a grape into his own. Stunned into silence, you couldn’t think of how to respond other than chewing the grape he placed there. He was supposed to be tending to your injuries from your unfortunate trip to the grocery store, where did these grapes come from?

“Babe,” he says while finishing the last of his grape, picking up another one in two of his fingers and inspecting it carefully as he spoke. “You know I love you, and I tolerate a lot of your recklessness and borderline stupidity as a result.” Before you have time to protest, Ariel presses said grape against your lips.

He doesn’t force it in like earlier, but the dangerous look in his eyes lets you know there will be serious consequences if you don’t comply with his wishes. His eyes narrow, clearly disapproving of your hesitancy. You part your lips slightly—just enough for him to slide it in your mouth—before he continues.

“But nothing you say about what happened matters. There’s no convincing to be done; you’re not going anywhere without me from now on and that’s final.” Ariel eats another grape lazily, looking at you with challenging-yet-tired eyes. You knew he looked tired because he always did—spending too much time staring at his computer and not enough getting some sleep—but the way he was looking at you right now made you feel small; like a child being scolded by their parents. As the remainder of the second grape slides down your throat, you take a chance to speak again.

“Ariel, sweetheart,” you gulp, trying to put on your best pleading face to hopefully tug on his heartstrings. “Wouldn’t that be annoying for you though? I mean constantly having to take me places and—“

“I’ve always thought you were gone too much anyways,” he dismisses you nonchalantly, glancing over his handiwork on your injures before packing up the first aid kit in his lap.

“But Ariel, babe. I-I can take care of myself—“

“Clearly, you can’t,” he spits out, slamming down the lid of the first aid kit. “If I had been there, none of this would’ve happened. This kind of thing always happens when I’m not with you.”

“But I can’t just, stay in the house all day and wait for you to be done with work. I mean, I just—I get too restless,” you attempt to reason, but when you glance up from your lap and into his eyes, you know you’ve already lost.

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll keep you plenty busy. You’ll be so tired you won’t even think about going outside,” he smirks. He picks up another grape and puts it into his mouth. He leans back in his chair, eyeing you up and down as he chews slowly. He pauses for a moment after swallowing it, expecting you to defend yourself once again. When you don’t, Ariel smiles triumphantly; pleased with your silence as an indirect admission of his victory. “Now, get on your knees so you can apologize properly this time.”

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[jamiewintons]

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 2879

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jamie grins. “Of course.”

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Distractions (Ariel Conroy/F!Reader)

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

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

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

Word Count: 2885

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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