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Nightmares... and helpful snakes

Notes: This is a continuation of Pleasant dreams... and tentacles (can be read individually though) - but be warned: this part is a lot more explicit, a lot more depraved and a little brutal! If you are squeamish about slithering things, please do not read this! (But stay for the Slytherin boy?)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc

Genre: Smut // Words: 8k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: After that first disturbing dream, Sebastian's girlfriend finds herself in even more disturbing dreams, though this time, she has her boyfriend to protect her. But does he really?

WARNINGS: NSFW! Tentacles! Non-con elements! Hurt/Comfort! Panic attacks! Explicit sexual content! Somnophilia! Ophidiophilia! Snakes! Cervix penetration! Vaginal/Anal! Read at your own risk!

(Please note: The beginning is very vile, but it will not stay like that (only a little), I promise!)

Nightmares... and helpful snakes

She was suspended in the air, held by a thick, pulsing vine wrapped around her ankle. It felt as if she was hanging upside down, but she couldn't be sure, her head was spinning too much. Her body swayed in a dizzying rhythm as the thick tentacles moved in and out of her various orifices. In and out, pulsing, undulating, pushing deeper, stretching her, filling her out.

Two or three or four, maybe five, thick tendrils in her cunt, a few less, at least two, in her tight arse, one particularly fat one invading her mouth, pushing down her throat, deeper and deeper right down her oesophagus until it poked at her stomach, from within. They were moving against one another in each hole, slithering, slippery and sticky, bumpy and smooth, different textures for different holes.

Rigid ones stretching her entrance, holding her open for more to slip in and out, slip deeper, filling every inch of available space, growing thinner, pushing as deep as possible and beyond, into spaces nothing should be pushed into, while others grew wider, thicker, pulling her open.

Wet squelching noises filled the air. It was a constant sound, sickening, disturbing. And she couldn't scream. She could do nothing. She was there, somehow, but her body wasn't hers anymore. Her limbs tied by strong vines, holding her up, spreading her legs, anchoring her arms in an unseen mass that seemed to slowly absorb her.

Her world was upside down, blood rushing into her head, adding to the nauseating dizziness that engulfed her. She tried to squirm, to move, struggling helplessly in her confines, but the more she writhed, the stronger the grip of the plant became. Stronger and tighter and more brutal in its assault.

She felt more tendrils coiling around her limbs, around her stomach, around her neck, squeezing, choking. The tentacle in her mouth gagged her, muffled her noises, and she wondered how she was even able to breathe at this point. The two in her bum pushed and prodded, widening her, filling her depths with squirming motions as they seemed to curl up inside her. Then more joined them, slithering past them into the crevices they left open, stretching her further, gaping her, occupying all the space there was, and more.

The same was happening beyond her wet folds. At one point they were so many, they seemed to meld into one giant, fat tentacle made up of many twisting tendrils, a strange kind of corkscrew impaling her in turning motions, filling her, widening her, moving in and out in a lazy, nauseating rhythm, using her body's own juices to make the passage easier. More individual tendrils, thin and thick and everything in between, joined the larger one, curiously prodding, squeezing into the empty spaces, if there even were any, pressing into her walls, against those sensitive spots that made her scream against the tentacle in her mouth, if only she could.

She was spasming around them, fluids dripping down her sweat slick skin, limbs twitching, muscles contracting, clamping down on the intruders. And they pushed back, seemingly growing, widening her again, distorting her skin, bulging her belly, filling her belly from both ends. More and more it moved within her, deep within her, every single tendril pulsed, never not in motion.

They made her one of their own, a part of the always squelching, always slithering mass that occupied the dark, damp corners of the world. Her skin was a different colour from their greyish-black texture, but the way she moved, and was moved, was like them. Squirming and writhing, undulating in a rhythm that seemed to sway with the cold breeze. They invaded her, penetrated her, filled her, held her tight and secure, and she felt herself sinking, she couldn't feel much else, sinking into the dark void surrounding her until there was nothing left, neither of the world around her, nor of her.

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She woke up with a shrill, agonized scream, bolting up in bed, arms flailing, hitting around in nothing but pure terror. A groan sounded in the echo of her screech, and as she sat upright, panting to the point of being unable to breathe at all, her heart thundering inside her chest, the tears came flowing down her cheeks, hectic sobs turning into hiccoughs, as panic gripped her sweat covered limbs like shadows of whatever had held her captive before.

The arms that embraced her from behind only made it worse. She shrieked again, hysterically wailing, squirmed and writhed and fought against the strength holding her down, until a low voice echoed through the loud throbbing inside her ears.

“Shh, it's alright, just a nightmare, you're safe now,” the voice cooed into her neck, vibrating through her like a soothing wave lapping at her skin.

His grip was tight, almost forceful, but it helped her in calming down slowly. Blinking against the tears and sniffling pathetically, she leaned against him, her lips tingling badly as her face went numb. Suddenly she could breathe again, as unexpected as when she had realized she couldn't. Gasping and gulping down air as if she had been drowning before, she slowly relaxed against the warm body pressed to her back that gently made her lie down again, pulling her closer, protecting her from the darkness that tried to drag her away again.

Wet lips pressed to her neck, along her shoulder, and when the arms loosened their strong embrace, warm hands rubbed at the goosebumps crawling under her skin, applying just enough pressure to soothe her even further. Long fingers curved around the bumps of her body, holding her, squeezing her softly, massaging her back into reality.

The haze in her head cleared slowly, the rooting nightmare trying to dissipate, or at least being forced back into the darker corners of her mind. Inhaling deeply, her chest moving against the hands resting on the soft mounds of her breasts, she started feeling the world around her again. Aside from the warm body pressed to hers.

She was lying on a comfortable bed, a soft summer breeze came in through an open window near the headboard, the sounds of the night pushing back into her ears: crickets, leaves rustling in the wind, critters moving through the underbrush, the old wood of the house creaked and ached, and somewhere beyond the border of the village a series of howls and hoots called through the night.

The horrible vision and experience of her nightmare crawled away from her eventually as she regained control over her consciousness. Taking another shuddering breath, she turned her head and found two brown eyes watching her in the dim light that seeped through the open window. Her gaze wandered over a worried face, lines etched into freckled skin, a frown pulling at the thick eyebrows.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asked quietly, his voice low and husky, a soft murmur, carried by warm breath hitting her trembling lips.

She nodded, her hands moving up to touch his face as she rolled onto her side, his arms shifting around her as he pulled her closer against him, hands pressed to her shoulder blades, slowly slipping lower until they cupped her rear almost protectively. She squirmed into his hold, letting him hold her like that, knowing he'd keep her safe.

Her fingers traced the contours of his face, over cheekbones and along his temples into his messy hair and over his scalp, back down to his jaw until she held him between her hands and leaned closer to press her tingling lips to his, yearning to feel his warmth. He kissed her back softly, carefully, his lips closing around hers, slipping between them, pressing and sucking and nibbling, and when his tongue met hers, she exhaled loudly against him and leaned into the sensual wrestle, her eyelids fluttering shut as she savoured the warm wetness of his mouth.

He rolled her onto her back, parted her legs to lie between them as he pushed her into the mattress. His hands roamed her body, sliding over soft skin, leaving the pleasant kind of goosebumps in their wake, until he cradled her face between them, thumbs wiping at her cheeks while the long fingers dug into her hair as he continued kissing her deeply.

Her arms snaked around his back, fingernails digging into his skin as she held onto him, moaning softly into his mouth. It was still the middle of the night, dark and quiet, aside from their heavy breaths and kissing sounds, and somehow her body soon relaxed beneath him, lulled by his warmth and weight. She felt her consciousness slipping as he kept kissing her, much slower now, almost lazily, his own breaths deep and soothing.

He leaned his cheek against hers as her head rolled to the side, eyes closed, lips parted, her mind blissfully empty. Before she fell asleep again, she heard his low voice close to her ear.

“Do you want me to protect you again?” he asked softly, his lips brushing against her earlobe.

She inhaled deeply and gave a quiet hum of affirmation. He kissed her cheek and gently lifted his body off of hers before he rolled her onto her side and lay down behind her, pulling her against his chest while he positioned his groin against her rear. Despite the hazy state of her head, she felt his erection press between her cheeks. He wasn't completely hard, but it didn't matter either way.

Snaking his arms around her, he lowered one hand down along her stomach between her thighs, gently nudging them apart before he slipped his length into their snug embrace. For a few moments he shifted his hips against her, a slow back and forth until she felt him hardening more. His fingers ghosted her mound and slipped between her folds, eager fingertips rubbing along her slit until she grew wetter for him.

A soft moan escaped her as his thumb brushed against her clit, her thighs twitching under the touch. She felt him pulling his hips back, his other hand closing around his cock as he prodded it against her entrance. He eased it into her slowly, carefully, until her walls gripped onto his tip and pulled him deeper. His soft groan vibrated in her ear as she arched her back against his chest. He slipped further into her tightness by giving her short little stabs, his hips gradually moving closer until her bum cheeks pressed against his pelvis and his entire length was buried deep inside her, her muscles moulding to his size.

The feeling of fullness carried over to her half-asleep mind, and she hoped it would remember this intrusion when it suggested her with yet another horrible dream of slimy tendrils trying to invade the same cavity.

She didn't know what happened after she fell asleep, but she assumed Sebastian would not just lie there with his hard cock inside her clenching pussy, waiting for the day to break. He'd used her sleeping form before to calm his own nerves. She knew he also suffered from nightmares, though his were much more realistic than hers, and definitely not of the sexual kind.

It was a mutual understanding, to be connected like that through the night, and it profited both of them. He would be spent and exhausted once he was done using her for his own pleasure, making it easier for him to fall asleep with his mind occupied with happy thoughts, while the knowledge of him occupying at least one of her holes gave her the comforting certainty that nothing could slither into her uninvited while she was pulled into another strange dreamscape.

They had come to this arrangement when she had first confided in him after her nightmares had gotten worse over time. It had all started with one particular dream that had been absurdly tame in comparison to her recent ones. Now it felt as if there would be more tentacles every single night, and somehow they always found her and her various orifices.

Of course she should be lucky that she was merely dreaming about being assaulted by that awful plant, but whenever she woke from her nightmares, she would feel completely exhausted, dirty and used. Those nightmares felt too real, and it frightened her immensely.

So much so that she had eventually told Sebastian about them, trying to figure out if they meant something, or if that was the norm with dreams in a magical environment like Hogwarts. But even during summer breaks, spent far away from the castle in a tiny cottage, they would still find her...

He had joked about keeping her holes occupied before she would fall asleep so no magical thing could harm her in her dreams, but despite the unusual idea, she had felt comfort knowing that he would protect her like that, and so she had agreed.

It hadn't worked right away, sometimes it didn't work at all, maybe him being buried inside her clenching cunt all night long had only fuelled whatever was happening to her in her dreams, but at least she knew why she'd feel sore the next morning. That was still better than having phantom pains from imaginary creatures invading her sacred spaces.

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It didn't take long for her mind to wander back into the darkness. She found herself lying on something warm and soft and squishy. A mass of moving limbs, pulsing, squirming, writhing, tendrils of all sizes slithering beneath her, moulding to the shape of her body.

They were not assaulting her like last time, they were just there, cushioning her resting form, keeping her warm in her makeshift nest. It was only when she stirred, that the mass awakened with her. Her hand moved over the tightly coiled appendages of the plant, feeling a deep thrum coming from within them.

And slowly, the first tentacles slipped free from the large, unidentifiable body, thick and thin vines erecting from the dark pile. One moved closer to her face, curiously poking at her cheek, then at her lips. She kept her mouth closed as she slowly came to, her eyes unfocused.

When she felt the tendrils nudging her mouth again, she squirmed away, moving on top of the writhing mass that soon reacted to her frantic motions.

Slim tendrils shot out and wrapped around her ankles, others pushed her over until she was lying on her back. More emerged from beneath her, winding around her limbs, pulling them apart as they did so, and the more she struggled, the faster they wrapped around her until both arms and legs were covered with tightly coiled, living ropes.

She gasped, parting her lips just enough for that one tentacle to slip into her mouth. Whimpering helplessly, she couldn't do anything as it moved over her tongue and deeper into her mouth, pushing straight into her throat. She gagged around it violently, her body convulsing, spit and bile filling her mouth in addition to the slimy substance the tendril was covered in.

Her vision blurred at the edges, and she found herself forced to swallow around it, a deep ache that made her whimper louder. The tentacle rested in her throat, unmoving, just pulsing, throbbing. Saliva dripped from her trembling lips before they unwillingly closed around the thick tendril.

As she fought and tried to adjust to the intrusion by taking short panicked breaths through her nose, she felt something slithering around her neck and downwards, circling her breasts, flicking her nipples, then poking at her bellybutton. She squirmed, and it moved on, looking for a real hole to push into.

It found her wet folds and dragged its thick appendage through them in an undulating fashion, coaxing muffled moans out of her. The tentacle's thick form parted her lower lips while its tip poked around curiously, and when it brushed against her clit she twitched involuntarily. It stiffened slightly at her reaction, then did it again, and again, until she was wailing against the obtrusion in her throat.

Wet squelching noises rang in her ears as the tentacle moved between her folds, prodding at her entrance, short quick stabs that made her shiver deeply as it literally tested the waters. And then it pushed in fully, past the initial resistance, and entered her with a weird popping sound before it slithered deeper, slowly dragging its slimy appendage over her soft flesh. Instinctively her walls clenched around it, and it struggled further, writhing, its long form throbbing as it pushed on, more and more of it vanishing inside her.

She whimpered soundlessly, spit filling her mouth until she had to swallow around the tendril in her throat again, the pain sending cold shudders down her limbs. When the tentacle in her quivering cunt found the end of her channel with a forceful stab as it pushed against her cervix, her vision blackened, and encouraged by its brother's sense of exploration, the tendril in her mouth started moving too, retreating from her throat, giving her the chance to breathe properly, but only for a short moment before it plunged back in, then repeated that motion for what felt like forever.

The same happened between her legs. The tentacle pulled back, almost all the way, her walls clinging to its slimy skin as it did so, then pushed back in with a powerful thrust. She could only groan and grunt, her voice muffled and weak, whenever either of the tentacles pushed deeper, stretching her throat or prodding her cervix. Her eyes rolled back as she succumbed to the unstoppable assault.

Yet despite the weakened state of her body, she wasn't numb yet, and she could feel more tendrils moving around her lower body, gliding along the cleft between her arse cheeks, some stopping there to poke at her puckered hole, others dragging on towards where the thick tentacle pounded into her pussy. She felt them pushing against her stretched entrance, widening it more as they forced their squishy limbs into her warmth as well, joining the other, curiously pressing against her walls, filling her further.

She was struggling against her confines, but the devilish plant held her tightly, arms and legs spread wide apart, hands and feet submerged in the writhing mass beneath her. Feeling trapped and utterly helpless against the monstrous foe, she felt tears wetting her cheeks, desperate whimpers escaping past the thick tentacle pounding into her throat.

In the cacophony of wet squelching sounds and muffled whines, she heard another noise she had not heard before. A hissing sound. And the plant seemed to react to it as well. The tendrils moving in and out of her fluttering cunt ceased their undulating motions and seemed to retreat slowly, leaving her walls clenching around nothing, throbbing from the burning friction.

Somehow she stopped struggling also, calmed by the strange noise. That also made the tentacle inside her throat rest its relentless pounding, though unfortunately it stopped moving still lodged deep inside her, still blocking her airways to an extend that made breathing really hard, even though she somehow managed not to faint from it (her mind was not generous enough to let her know she was only dreaming, but it was at least so kind to add something new to her reoccurring nightmare).

That thing hissed again, and without being able to see it, she knew it was a snake that slithered between her spread legs, driving off the invading tendrils. They still maintained their tight grip on her limbs, holding her open and bound to the mass writhing beneath her, but they seemed to keep their distance to the new intruder.

Despite hearing those threatening hisses and knowing that a snake would be far more dangerous than those pesky, but more or less harmless tendrils (they had their way with her, but they never hurt her... much), she felt something like overwhelming relief when it moved closer to her slightly gaping entrance. To keep those vines away, of course, it surely wouldn't do the same to her, right?

How wrong she was. She gasped against the tentacle in her mouth as she felt its cool, scaly body slither up her inner thigh, its muscles pressing against her soft skin as it made its way up her body to then curl up on her stomach, its long and thin tongue buzzing contently. But it didn't stay there. It got curious.

She felt its head moving along the curve of her mound, its scales rubbing against her clit as it slithered down, the rest of its body following in an agonizingly slow pace, each muscle of its writhing form pressing against that sensitive bundle of nerves that made her whimper softly. Soon her nub was throbbing badly (the snake was longer than expected, hence why the rubbing seemed to go on forever).

Then the snake plopped down onto the writhing mass beneath her, and its body coiled up right in front of her folds while its thinner tail moved back up to tease her clit some more by flicking and pulling on it curiously. More soundless whines escaped her, and even the tendril in her throat seemed to thrum in anticipation. Her thighs twitched in their tight constraints, the tentacles holding her squirming with her.

Suddenly she felt something warm and wet tickle her lower lips, and she would have screamed if she would have been able to. The snake's tongue buzzed against her sensitive skin, causing her to struggle even more in her confines. But it didn't vex her long before she felt its elongated head pushing between her folds and right against her entrance.

That relief she had experienced before was completely gone when it was replaced by nothing but terror as she realized what the snake was about to do. She tried to buck her hips away from it, but it only hissed at her while its tail wrapped around her clit, giving it a threatening pull. Whimpering quietly, she stopped her squirming, but the fear remained in the pit of her stomach.

As if the devilish plant wanted her to witness this new, albeit unexpected addition to its sick little game, she felt the tentacles move her body as one particularly thick vine wrapped around her neck, choking her further for a moment while it pulled her into a strange sitting position, allowing her to see between her legs. Her eyes widened as she looked past the tentacle still wedged inside her throat and down at the snake between her thighs.

It wasn't as big as she had feared, but it was long and slim, with shiny green scales and strange brown dots on them. Its head lifted up slightly when it noticed her change in position, and when she met its deep amber eyes, she frowned at how familiar that gaze felt. It hissed at her, its thin forked tongue shooting out of its mouth, but it didn't feel like a threatening hiss.

The longer she stared at it, the calmer she felt. And as she stopped struggling in the Devil's Snare's hold, its vines loosened their grip on her limbs until they were actually releasing her. Her rear slumped down onto its massive body of writhing appendages, her legs still spread, but her arms fell to her sides, fingers tingling as her blood was allowed to circulate through her veins again.

She was still looking into the snake's eyes and barely noticed the tendril inside her throat retreating as well until it slipped out of her mouth with a wet pop. Then she blinked and gasped softly, suddenly being able to breathe properly again, saliva dripping from her parted lips as she took deep gulps of air. Mindlessly raising a hand to wipe her mouth, she moved her other hand down towards the snake. It bumped its head against her palm softly, buzzing its tongue against her skin.

She swallowed hard, ignoring the strain to her throat, when the snake started moving its long mouth against her folds once more, undulating up and down through her slick, and a moan escaped her when its tail kept teasing her clit, both stimulations feeding the heat pooling in her belly. Then she felt the snake's scaly lips pressing against her entrance, and seconds later, it slipped its tongue into her tight channel, the strange buzzing sensation causing her to twitch badly.

Without the tendrils holding her body in place and her legs open, she pressed her thighs together as she fell onto her back with a deep moan, not even thinking about possibly squishing the snake between them as she squirmed in pleasure. The snake didn't seem to mind as it continued its unusual assault, its tongue reaching deeper and deeper as it pressed its head firmer against her entrance, stretching her sensitive skin as it slipped in further, inch by inch.

Somehow she had forgotten about the writhing mass she was lying on, until the devilish plant wanted to be a part of the game again by erecting a few vines from its body that wrapped around her ankles and pulled her legs apart, giving her the opportunity to see that the snake was about to penetrate her even deeper, its whole head already buried between her folds, – yet she didn't take that chance, she was too engulfed by the sensation that particular motion caused inside her body as she thrashed around slightly, little whimpers falling from her lips.

And she didn't need to see what the snake was doing, she felt it plenty. Its strong muscles thrummed against her sensitive skin as it moved its body deeper into her wet warmth by slowly wriggling forwards, its scales rubbing over her soft flesh as it did so – all while its tail was still wrapped around her throbbing nub, keeping her juices flowing as it slithered into her clenching cunt.

As it filled her tight channel, it kept pushing its tongue out, teasing her walls, easing its passage as she reacted to the strange sensation by contracting her muscles, allowing it to be pulled deeper. And suddenly its scaled lips pressed against her cervix like a deep kiss, and she cried out soundlessly as her hips jerked off the ground.

The snake kept prodding its head against her deepest point, over and over again, which was painful at first but soon she succumbed to the notion, and the more it prodded, the tighter she squeezed its body, causing it to thrum inside her, stimulate her nerves even more, until the coil inside her stomach erupted into a million tiny lights as an unexpected orgasm crashed over her.

The plant beneath her seemed to screech away from her thrashing and loosened its grip on her limbs as if the light in her head was affecting it as well, but as her vision blurred and black spots crept up on her, it reconsidered its retreat and wrapped its tendrils around her limbs once more, tighter this time, as if still determined to hold her open as the snake assaulted her cervix.

She could feel the snake's head still pushing against it as if trying to force it open (and by doing so moved its entire body in and out of her in an undulating fashion, its scales scraping over her highly sensitive walls), and when she suddenly felt its tongue pushing through, she cried out, squirming in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she came around its body once more, her juices coating its scales, her muscles contracting, clenching around it tightly, holding it deep inside of her as it continued to penetrate her womb.

Her head was blissfully empty, spinning in place as if she was suspended in mid-air, hanging upside down, but it was the most pleasurable kind of vertigo she had ever experienced. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth agape, her body in a constant state of arousal as the snake thrummed and throbbed within her tight space. Moans and whimpers mixed with wet squelching sounds and a deep buzzing noise that vibrated through her entire body.

She felt herself slipping away, her mind pulling her towards the light, the other side, as her consciousness flickered awake slowly. There was still something thick and warm and hard inside her quivering cunt, moving slowly, in and out, languid thrusts that opened her tightness before her walls clung to it as it retreated, trying to pull it back. A very real moan slipped from her trembling lips as her eyes fluttered open.

Instead of being trapped inside a pit of tentacles with a snake lodged between her folds, she was lying on a soft bed, held by two strong arms, one across her chest, fondling her breasts, the other pressed against her hips to help the body behind her to move her against it in a steady rhythm. Deep, but heavy breaths ghosted her ear as she slowly came to again.

Unaware of her waking up, Sebastian continued to drive his length deep into her tight channel, using the shivers and shudders of her dreaming body to coax those sweet whimpers and moans out of her. He could feel her chest rising and falling fast against his arm, her hard nipples scraping over his skin as he held her close to his chest while he moved his hips against her, agonizingly slow so he wouldn't wake her.

The tension in his lower stomach was almost unbearable at this point, and he wished he could really rut into her, dig his fingers into her hip and piston his cock in and out of her faster so her plump arse cheeks slapped against his pelvis, cushioning his assault, but he refrained, breathing loudly through his nose, keeping the steady pace. It might tire him out quicker, he hoped, though the need for release was growing ever stronger as his balls tightened with every slow slam against her thighs.

A groan escaped him as he felt her walls clenching around him, tighter than before, and when his gaze moved over her peaceful face, he noticed her looking at him out of hooded eyes. He abruptly stopped moving within her, feeling guilty despite knowing she would have allowed it anyway, but it still felt a little wrong to use her like this. She smiled at him, softly, then raised a shaking hand and brushed her fingertips over his tense jaw.

“Keep going, please,” she whispered, her voice raspy and strained, the low sound vibrating through his whole body.

He inhaled sharply and nodded, slowly resuming his languid thrusts as he watched her closely. Her eyes glazed over slightly as her lips parted and another one of those whimpers slipped from her throat. He leaned in then, claiming her mouth for a searing kiss as he hugged her tighter to himself and increased his pace slightly.

Their tongues tangled, lazily at first, she still seemed to struggle to regain control over her limbs after whatever wet dream she had had this time, but once she woke up more and more, she kissed him back almost hungrily, her sudden passion driving him to slam his hips harder against her rear. Moaning into the other's mouth they found a rhythm that soon pushed both of them over the edge.

The arm around her stomach moved lower until his fingers found her throbbing clit, flicking and rubbing and pulling it expertly until her body convulsed against his, her thighs twitching uncontrollably. She cried out in bliss, her noises muffled by his mouth on hers, as she came around him, her juices drenching his hand as he kept rubbing her while pounding into her with reckless abandon, fucking her through her orgasm, using her contracting muscles to find his own release.

When he did, he grunted into her mouth, breaking the kiss as his body stiffened behind her, his hips twitching against her rear while he stilled inside her, buried deep within her tight warmth, as he felt his seed spurting from his tip in erratic twitches. She mewled in his embrace, spasming just as frantically when he emptied himself inside her. Her head slammed against his shoulder as she thrashed it back when more moans fell from her parted lips.

Sebastian saw her eyes rolling back as her body went limp in his arms. Panting against her motionless form, he was about to withdraw from her clenching cunt, and he did for a moment, feeling his seed seeping past her folds as his hand rubbed along her puffy lips, but then he remembered his promise to protect her holes while she slept, and so he pushed back in, his own cum squelching out past their connection as he slipped home without any struggle.

While he buried his still half-erect cock in her warm depths and pulled her sleeping body against his to hold her safely in his arms, her mind drifted back into the darkness, fuelled by those sensations he had given her, and she found herself in that strangely familiar pit of writhing appendages again that welcomed her back like an old friend.

Vines coiled around her ankles and wrists, pulling her limbs apart, and she felt too heavy to protest. There were no tentacles trying to fill her orifices, but the snake was back. It slithered around her neck, teased its buzzing tongue against her cheek, leaving a cold wetness on her skin, before it pressed its scaly lips to her mouth.

She parted her own lips in surprise, expecting the snake to slip into her throat like that tentacle had, but it didn't, it only extended its thin forked tongue and tickled the inside of her cheeks, before it retreated and started moving down her body once more. Its muscles pressed into her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, as it descended further, slithering around her breasts and along her stomach before it teased her throbbing clit with a nudge of its mouth.

While the body of the snake coiled around her thigh, its tail focused on pushing and rubbing against that sensitive nub, making her moan and whimper softly, her hips bucking into its touch. Then she felt the snake's head pushing against her wet folds, moving between them, coating itself in her wetness, before it prodded her entrance with a determination as if it had done this countless times before.

And when it slipped in past that point of resistance, she shuddered and groaned as it wriggled deeper, the friction of its scales scraping over her soft flesh coaxing quiet squeals and shrieks out of her throat. Instead of going straight for her womb again, it seemed to move within her, stretching her by pulling more of its body into her warm depths while its head pressed against her soft walls as it changed direction.

She only realized what it was doing, when a soft hiss came to her ears, and when she looked down between her spread thighs, she noticed the snake's glistening head poking out past her folds, its amber eyes looking up at her – while the rest of its body was still lodged within her, curled up in a tight loop, doubling its girth.

The sensation of being filled like this took her breath away for a moment, and it didn't stop there, as the snake's body was still slithering into her, more and more of its length occupying any available space it could find, until only the head was sticking out. Even its tail vanished inside her, leaving her clit unattended for the time being.

Not that she minded (or noticed) as the snake coiled up between her tight walls, scales digging into her soft flesh as it stretched her beyond belief while wriggling inside her, pressing into all the right spots, stimulating her more than anything could have ever done before. Her entire body convulsed as the long snake squirmed inside her, its body coiled up and twisted, looped and entangled, a living thing occupying every nook and cranny of her quivering cunt.

And it got even worse when the snake's head moved towards her clit and flicked its tongue against that throbbing bundle of nerves, the sudden pressure making her come instantly.

Wailing in pleasure, she thrashed her head back into her bed of tentacles, and with her sudden movements, the devilish plant that held her limbs came back to life again. Tendrils shot from the unidentifiable mass beneath her, wrapping around her body, once, twice, three times around her stomach, a couple of times around her neck, two coiled around her breasts, squeezing them before teasing her hard nipples with their tips, not one, but two tried to push past her lips, but then she heard a loud hissing sound, and they retreated, lazily poking at her ears instead.

The snake hissed at the tentacles trying to poke at her folds, and they slipped back into the darkness where they'd come from. One tried prodding her puckered hole and almost made it past the tight ring of muscles, but then the snake let out a loud growl as it opened its mouth wide, its fangs jetting out threateningly. A strange screech-like hiss answered the predatory gesture, and the vine moved back, leaving her alone.

None of these things did she actually notice as she was still kept floating weightlessly about (though she somehow still knew about them as if she would watch the whole scene from a spectator's point of view). Her body shuddered whenever the snake moved its coiled body inside her tight space, coaxing more and more soft whimpers out of her. Once the plant seemed to realize it couldn't play with her like usual, it let the snake do its thing instead – and oh how it did that!

She felt its tongue buzzing against her clit again, the tiny vibrations like electric shocks that jolted through her spine, making her writhe and squeak, adding to the overwhelming sensations its body created while stuffed inside her. Relentlessly torturing her nub with its tongue and scaled lips, the snake's long form slithered within her tight warmth, still stretching her as it tried to withstand the occasional squeezes of her muscles whenever she was thrown towards another orgasm.

It might have been many, or just a single, very long one, she wasn't sure, she couldn't think, she couldn't do anything but hang suspended in mid-air, held by numerous tentacles that were too stubborn to leave her alone completely while the snake had its fun with her.

She was so overstimulated, she soon felt her consciousness slipping, drifting away from the dreamscape she found herself trapped in. Her eyelids fluttered as she lay in Sebastian's arms on the bed in that small cottage, a warm summer breeze wafting over her sweat slick body, but then she felt a sharp pain, a sudden stab, and she was back in the tentacle pit, pulled violently into her dream once more.

Gasping in slight shock she felt the snake moving within her stretched pussy, its tail winding itself through the loops and twists of its body until it found the deepest spot. Like its head had tried before, it prodded her cervix, but because its tail was thinner and pointier, it didn't take long for it to actually penetrate the entrance to her womb, and the sudden pain she felt as it pushed deeper into her, made her issue a soundless scream that hurt her aching throat.

The pain and discomfort of that intrusion gripped her body like an invisible claw, sinking its sharp talons into her stomach, twisting her insides, as cramps and twitches made her curl into herself – if only she wouldn't be held by that devilish plant that watched the scene without doing anything, silently mocking her for choosing a snake instead of its own appendages.

She whimpered helplessly, but when the snake's tail moved within the tight ring of her cervix, hopefully to leave her womb, she inhaled sharply, only to cry out again as it pushed back in with more force this time, stretching her even wider as more of its body penetrated these places she didn't know were penetrable. Yet this time she spasmed not only in pain, but in mind-numbingly bright bliss as well as another orgasm crashed through her body at the unfamiliar sensation.

Wailing and convulsing, her muscles contracting tightly around the snake's body, she writhed and squirmed in her confines, tears streaming down her cheeks, her face contorted in both terror and ecstasy. With how fiercely she squeezed the snake inside her, it seemed to want to leave the tight embrace, some of it slithering out of her, finally easing on the stretch against her walls, but some of it followed the curious tail deeper into her body, making her howl in pain.

A nauseating vertigo grabbed her, her head spinning, her stomach churning, her insides protesting. Her breaths were as erratic as her heartbeat, so much so that she thought she'd die on the spot as it all got too much when she was thrown from paralysing pain to overwhelming orgasm and back, a constant up and down of extremes that was as dizzying as it was sensational.

But of course she couldn't die.

Not in the dreamscape her mind had set up for her, fuelled by real-life occurrences and the strange kind of magic that surged through her veins. Probably also enhanced by those very well hidden fantasies that she sometimes thought about, where being manhandled by a giant tentacle monster seemed like a good idea (in theory). As well as having a living snake curl up inside her pussy (because who'd think that curious animal would explore her body so thoroughly).

No, she didn't die from overexertion or excruciating pain or overstimulation, instead she woke up, a very real scream piercing the quiet morning as she bolted up in bed, arms flailing about helplessly again. A frightened rooster answered her call with a loud crow of its own. With her heart beating wildly inside her chest, she took frantic breaths, trying to calm herself. In her frenzy, she didn't notice the arms snaking around her stomach and the quiet groan behind her until she was pulled back against a warm chest, a surprised shriek falling from her trembling lips.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw a freckled face pressed against her back, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, a soft hum erupting from Sebastian's throat as he held her close, hugging her tightly until the shudders died down eventually, calming her nerves like he always did when she woke up screaming. And he didn't stop there. Rolling her onto her stomach, he straddled her thighs, his hands pressed firmly to her lower back as he pushed her into the mattress.

She wasn't sure if he was fully awake yet or somehow sleepwalking as he didn't answer when she called his name. He was still strong enough to hold her down, though, as she started squirming against him, a confused fear gripping her as he grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, holding her wrists with one hand while he moved the other between her tight thighs, blindly poking at her folds.

“Sebastian!” she tried again, turning her head to look back at him, only realizing with growing discomfort that his eyes were indeed still closed as he rubbed his hard cock between her bum cheeks.

Yet instead of fighting him, she surrendered. She had allowed him to use her in her sleep, so that probably included him using her while he was asleep too. However he was doing that. But magic-induced dreams were a funny thing, like magic itself, they were capable of bringing to life the most spectacular ideas and fantasies, all in the safety of one's own mind. Unless those two worlds started to bleed into each other.

She had no idea what he was dreaming about, but maybe it wasn't as complex as she had thought, he was a horny teenager after all, it was probably just a wet dream, a continuation of what he had done to her earlier. Or so she hoped when he started wiping the tip of his cock from between her thighs up along the cleft between her cheeks, up and down, through her slit and over her puckered hole, collecting her wetness, coaxing little whimpers out of her as she pressed her cheek into the pillow.

With how he held her hands and sat on her legs, she couldn't move much in her prone position. That's why she couldn't do anything but whine louder when he eventually pressed the thick head of his hard member against her entrance, but because he was still fast asleep and she still tried to squirm against him, he missed and pressed into that tight ring of muscles instead.

For him it was just another tight hole, for her it was a burning pain that made her cry out in shock as the pressure grew and he forced his cock deeper into her unprepared bum. Struggling against his iron grip on her wrists, she kicked her feet, fighting the intrusion, but ultimately only made it worse as she tensed up around him. Biting her lip until she drew blood, she muffled her own noises of distress while he let out a deep groan as he sank his entire length into her tight space.

Having done his part apparently, he then let go of her hands and collapsed right onto her back, arms cradling her head, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his entire broad frame pressing her down, pushing another gasp and all the air out of her lungs while driving every last inch of his hard cock into her arse, causing her to see stars for a moment. Snaking her hands free from beneath his heavy body, she tried to angle her arms against the bed to push him off her, but he wasn't budging and her limbs felt like they were made of jelly.

Heaving a deep sigh of resignation, she remained lying beneath him, her muscles lazily clenching around the resting intruder inside her bowels. He wasn't moving, so the pressure never let up, the feeling of fullness making her dizzy, or maybe it was his weight on her that kept her from breathing properly. At least there is no friction, she thought, and as soon as those six words left her mind, he started jerking his hips against her, small shallow stabs that made her issue a series of strained whimpers.

Was she projecting these things now? Or had the magic within her a very crude sense of humour by letting her experience whatever strange things she could think about? Whatever the case, she couldn't fight it, neither could she fight the slams of those hips against her cushioned rear and the burning sensation those in and out movements caused against her tight muscles.

In her last clear moments, she thought about having a serious talk with this horny boy on top of her and how she might revoke his right to use her as he saw fit, but then the initial pain of his intrusion gave way to a strange kind of pleasure that numbed the roughness of his thrusts as he grew bolder in his movements. Whimpers turned into moans as she succumbed to the sensations, and as she closed her eyes and leaned into whatever was happening to her, her mind was gracious enough to let her slip back into another dream.

Filled with wet squelching sounds and squirming tentacles pushing into any available orifice, so many she lost count as they alternated in their undulating motions, driving her insane with bliss. And luckily, there was no snake, no hissing noises or wet buzzing tongues, no curious prodding into regions nothing and nobody should ever invade.

And while she was floating in ecstatic weightlessness, her body riddled by uncontrollable twitches, both inside her dream and her reality, she came to terms with the fact that her mind was dirtier than she had ever imagined if it allowed her to feel all these things at once. Even the painful things. But maybe, deep down, she was just that: a masochist, or at least someone who was too numb to feel and needed the extra kick to know she was still alive.

Or maybe she was just as horny as the boy pounding his cock into her bum. Maybe it was that simple. Who knew.

End notes: Did it get deep and reflective at the end there? Maybe? Nah, just a means to round this filth up properly, I guess.

I hope this marks the end of my tentacle/snake/squid sex adventure series! I honestly have to learn how to write "normal" again!

If you, dear reader, are, however, curious about my other most depraved work, then let me direct you to A Special Kind of Bond, my previous creature smut adventure!

Oh, and if you didn't already know: I am no snake expert! And this is a work of fiction, so whatever that freckled little snake does is most definitely not typical snake behavior! I still did my research and googled things like “how do snakes move”, “what noises do snakes make” and even “snake penis” - and then I stopped trying to describe actual snake mannerisms! This is a magical snake that's also not real and only a figment of her imagination, okay?!

I was also greatly inspired by @tamayula-hl's smutty fanart of Ominis in his Animagus form (though my snake version is a lot smaller to cater to my depraved ideas of course!). I never considered snakes to be sexy, but this converted me!

And now I can only say: thank you for reading the filth that comes out of my dirty mind! I appreciate you very much! And I apologize, for everything!

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Peace Treaty

➸ synopsis: offered as a treaty to Prince Regent Aemond to ensure the peace over the realm, you are bound to consummate your marriage in the eyes of the Small Council and your family.

➸ word count: 3.3k

➸ warnings: 18+ mdni! Dark!Aemond, DUB-CON at some point, they like each other though, Strong niece!Reader, targcest, incest, smut, p in v, reader has long brunette hair, mean aemond, creampie & breeding, humiliation, dacryphilia, oral (F! Receiving), hair pulling, degradation, public bedding ceremony (there are witnesses), doggy style, possessive & obsessive Aemond, virginity loss. English isn’t my first language.

➸ an: welcome to my republishing era! Starting with my favorite fic ever, you’ll see a few new sentences that I adored and had to just add it to show Aemond’s intense desire for his niece more, but all in all, the good old peace treaty is yours once more! Enjoy, and reblog and tell me your opinions! Your support is most appreciated<3 devider by @firefly-graphics

“I am so sorry, sweet girl.” Your mother says, holding you close as you both look into the mirror.

“Whatever for, Mother?”

You rest your hands on hers, watching her holding her tears back. You have been used to this sight; having the Queen of the realm crying in your presence. It’s been a long journey for all of you, and now, having The Greens agree to this treaty should have been a joyous day.

But it is not when you have to part from your family.

“For sending you into the arms of those snakes,” she hisses, putting her chin on your shoulder, and smiling sadly at the beautiful wedding gown that you are wearing.

She remembers quite well how the young you have always dreamed about your wedding day; a fluffy dress with a golden crown and ten handmaidens walking behind you as your father (Ser Laenor) walked you down to the Sept. How she wished it could have been that way — to let you marry for love, explore the world and find the right person for you, and not having to trade you like a piece of clothing for the good of the realm.

“I like him a bit, you know,” you start, twirling the ring on your finger, “we were each other’s only friends. We share fond memories together,”

“I know, sweet girl. But he-he—“

“Don’t say it. Never say it,” you hiss at her, looking at her reflection.

She looks broken; losing one of her sons and handing her only daughter in a silver plate to the slayer of him. It makes the strongest person crumble, and you are more than grateful to have your mother alive and breathing next to you. You have come so far, there is no way you would doubt your mother’s actions — it is for the best.

“He will be gentle,” you try to reassure your mother, but it comes out more like a plea and wish to yourself.

“He doesn’t deserve you, even if he is gentle with you,”

“In your eyes, no one deserves me, Mother,” you tease her, matching her sorrowful grin as you stare at each other.

She has already unpinned your hair, letting the last few remain in case your husband wishes to take them off himself. You have been given a long but very see-through nightgown that leaves little to the imagination — another shameless request from Alicent.

The first would be the public ceremony; given your mother’s reputation, it would only be wise requesing it. After all, you’re a gem being tossed into her favorite son’s hands. Only the best for Aemond Targaryen.

“I wish it did not come to this,” she whispers, sucking in a sharp breath when she hears the door being pushed open.

“Princess,” Alicent acknowledges, nodding her head at the two of you, smiling softly at you when she sees you in your nightgown and the necklace Aemond has given you two days prior — a dragon-shaped Valyrian steel with a sapphire eye as if he wanted to mark his territory.

“When will this thing start?” Your mother asks, standing in front of you protectively.

“In a few minutes, Rhaenyra. I came here to have a moment with my sweet good-daughter,” She looks at you, his lips formed into a forced smile.

“It’s not granted. Whatever you wish to discuss should be done in my presence,” your mother declares and grabs hold of your hand.

“I was merely going to praise her beauty and how fortunate Aemond is to have such a lovely bride,” Alicent clears her throat, hands itching from how harshly she has been biting the skin around her nails, “He has been asking for your hand since you have come off age, princess,”

“That is very sweet of him,” you reply, squeezing your mother’s hand while you smile at the Dowager Queen.

“If I were to notified of how horrible he treats my daughter—“

“Mother, please,” you cut her off, giving her a pleading look to stop, “Aemond is not a bad person,”

“A bad person? He is a kinslayer, he has murdered your brother in cold blood! How soon you forget—“

“I have not! How can I when everywhere I go people whisper about Luke behind my back?! All I wish to tell you is that do not make me more miserable than I already am.” You raise your voice slightly, stepping away from Rhaenyra to catch a glimpse of your reflection for the last time — you look dull, even if your handmaiden has applied some color to your lips to bring some life to your face.

“He is nothing like your father, Nyra.” Alicent utters, gazing into her hands, “he shall be a good husband and a much better father.”

“I can not do anything to prevent that, can I?” Rhaenyra scoffs, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands.

A soft knock on the door alerts you, and you know very well what it means — showtime.

“Your graces, it is time to join the small council in Prince Aemond’s chambers.” A maid announces, bowing her head before she turns and steps beside the door to let the Queens leave.

Your mother approaches you one last time, pecking the side of your head before she is forced to leave you with watery eyes. You send them a forced smile, clutching the fabric of your nightgown as you wait for the maid to tell you everyone is present to lead you to his room.

She is patient with how you walk, trailing behind you as she checks your clothes one last time, nodding sympathetically before she disappears down the hallway.

You push the door open, glancing at the setting of his room for the night — all the council is seated; Otto Hightower, Grand Maester Orwyle, Jason Lannister, Jasper Wylde and when you look better, you see your mother and Daemon at the front row with Jace next to him. Alicent is sitting at the last row, not wishing to watch such a sin close by even if it was her own idea to request a public bedding.

Aemond stands tall and proud with a cold look on his face while he scans the audience with his good eye, turning his attention to you when you close the door behind you, walking past the sheer curtains your mother begged to put there to give you a sort of privacy.

“Ābrazȳrys,” wife.

He fights back a satisfied grin as soon as his eye falls on your body, licking his lip at the sight in front of him; you are beautiful, bastard or not, he has always found you a pretty girl. And now as you approach him with those big doe eyes and an aura of purity around you, he knows he is doomed before he starts.

After all, it had taken years to convince his sister to give in to his whim and take you as his bride — as always, the fear he awakens in others gives him the upper hand.

“Valzȳrys,” husband.

You step toward him, trying to ignore the various eyes on your body as you stand in front of your husband. He is still in his earlier clothing, his dark green doublet hugging his toned figure beautifully. He is truly the image of a charming prince, even if he has lost an eye.

He reaches forward, running the back of his hand on your cheek as he gazes at you, noticing the subtle blush on your cheeks and neck. You put your shaky hands on his chest, standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss on his scarred cheek.

His demeanor changes completely the moment he pulls out your last hair pins, letting the long curls of your brunette hair fall around your shoulders, grabbing you by the hair and smashing his lips to yours, tasting the sweet flavor of the wine you had earlier in the feast. He is rough, demanding, and impatient — he has waited too long for this. Every second is a treasure he has been haunting for years. He has it now and will have it until his remaining days, and he has no intention of letting it go to waste.

You can’t keep up with his pace as he devours your lips — sucking, biting, and nibbling all along — and grabs a hold of your waist in his large hands. He turns the two of you around, guiding you back to the bed. He chuckles lowly into your mouth when you tremble to kiss him back.

He breaks the kiss, nuzzling his face into your neck as he bites down on your neck harshly, pulling a sudden whimper out of you.

“Kepus,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “Wha-what should I do?”

“Do not talk unless you are screaming my name,” he grumbles in your ear, “your voice is mine to hear. You are fucking mine now. My property, my queen. I will protect you, unlike how your mother sold you away as soon as I threatened her darling Jacaerys,”

You gasp when he pushes you on the bed, kneeling on the floor before he grabs your thighs and pulls you to the edge. He hikes your dress up to your hips, revealing your white lacy underwear to his hungry eye.

You don’t have enough time to ponder over what he said, to think if it were any truth to his words, because he is already sick in the head from how crazy he is for you. He rips your underwear off your body, prepping your inner thighs with kisses and bites, humming at the feel of your pillowy thighs around his neck.

His lips are sealed to your flesh, drawing whispers of pleasure on the canvas of your body, leaving the memories of his lips’ sinful movements carved on you.

Your head snaps towards the sound of someone cleaning their throat, but Aemond is faster than you and catches Jace looking horrifyingly at you.

“Do I need to murder another Strong to get you to shut the fuck up?” Murmurs of apologies and an angry scoff from Daemon is enough for your husband to bring his attention back to the task at hand.

You suck in a sharp breath, holding his gaze as he presses a kiss to your clit, smirking slightly at how putty you are in his hold and how drenched you are just for him. If he wasn’t a man of integrity, he would have spent himself in his pants in a second.

You are everything he has ever dreamt of; warm, wet, sweet, and simply irresistible, and now, you are his. He sucks on the bundle of nerves, giving you a new sense of pleasure that you have never experienced before. He licks a stripe, drawing different patterns on your folds and clit before he pushes his tongue inside your heat, groaning like a madman.

You, on the other hand, have a hard time keeping your voice down, biting your hand to prevent the sounds you make when he is fucking his tongue inside you. As if on cue, he pushes a finger inside you, catching you off guard — it wasn’t appropriate for a princess to indulge in such deprivation, and your mother has asked your Septa to only tell you about the consummation and not the pleasure that could the act bring upon women.

How ironic of her to keep the desire she so indulged in her youth hidden from her own daughter.

You arch your back as he pushes yet another digit inside you, scissoring you open quickly to let your untouched walls get accustomed to the stretch. His resistance is running thin, and he can not wait to get to feel your warm cunt around his cock. His thin lips do their magic between your legs, tightening the knot that has been forming ever since he kissed you, bringing you something you have never felt before.

He smirks to himself, hearing your muffled whines and moans in pleasure. How obedient his princess is, doing exactly as he demands. You will make a fine queen by his side, carrying his heirs and spares, giving him a daughter just like you with Strong features. He would enjoy watching you nursing his children, swollen and barely able to walk with how gracefully your body has taken his seed — full and ripe with the fruits of his obsession.

Oh, how he loves you.

You fist the bedsheets, moaning his name loudly as the knot finally breaks, a rush of blinding bliss fills your nerves and all your mind can think about is him. Your body spasms, legs closing around his neck, not caring if he can breathe or not and it doesn’t seem as if he cares either. He would die a happy man if he was suffocated within your thighs.

He laps up your release greedily, letting out another hum as he drinks you up, his eye finding your blissful face as you try to push him away while he keeps assaulting your swollen clit. But those fools of the council are waiting for the main course — and how can he not just show your sweet bastard of a brother how beautifully you can take his cock?

You lay on the bed, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You can’t bring yourself to ask him anything, your brain is mushed and exploded by the high you experienced. Suddenly, it sinks inside you that now you have to endure the real bedding that has been discussed for months.

Aemond stands up, staring down at you with a certain smugness that only feeds his ego. He has made you come, your first orgasm, and fuck, your face will be carved in his head for years — so innocent and wholesome, and all because of him.

He unlaces his breeches, chuckling at your wide eyes as you watch him stroke himself to full hardness. He knows you have nothing to compare him to, but you know it will be painful just by glancing at his manhood.

“On all fours, Nādrēsy,” bastard.

He can care less about how humiliating it is for you, you are his to play with, and if he wants you on your hands and knees, you will do as he asks. You shudder under his cold gaze, slowly turning around to get on all fours when he stops you by a hand on your hip.

“Face the audience, love. These old cunts can use a good memory to jack off to later,” He says, roughly turning you around so you are face to face with none other than your mother. You look away immediately, feeling your tears streaming down your cheeks as Aemond kneels behind you, lining up the fat tip of his cock with your soaked entrance.

The whimper you let out is nothing but music to his ears when he sheathes himself inside you slowly, allowing you to feel every ridge and throb of his cock, and for him to enjoy the unbelievable feeling of your walls enveloping him like a glove.

“Fuck, so tight,’ he groans, nails digging into your hips, keeping your body up as he bottoms out finally, humming and sighing in pleasure, “nothing feels better than a freshly opened cunt.”

You press your face into the mattress, the burn of shame is eating you alive, but you don’t have enough time to duel on it when Aemond starts moving in and out of you, picking up his pace to fuck you faster, harder and much rougher than he did with his fingers.

The stretch is painful, and you have never felt this full — you can feel him prodding your maidenhead, fucking the last remains of dignity out of you as he takes you roughly while you are on display to your family’s eyes.

He is high on your cunt. There is truly nothing compared to how glorious it feels to fuck the woman you have been pinning and yearning for. He loves that he can be mean to you, drilling his cock into your tight cunt with abandon as if he loathes you, and yet, he doesn’t think he has ever been this in love. He would have to confront you about that later, about this damning spell of love you have put him under.

He sees Rhaenyra closing her eyes, clutching Daemon’s hand to cope with the scene in front of her, and Aemond knows he can not miss his chance to show his authority over his half-sister and her bastards — one of them being his now.

He grabs you by the hair, pulling at the roots of your hair while he hammers his cock into you, hitting a spot that makes you dizzy and screaming in pleasure and pain. He smirks cruelly, leaning down slightly to bite on your skin.

“Look at your mother, sweet girl,” he whispers, kissing your tears away as he thrusts inside you harshly, “see how easily you have been thrown away? It is me who will take care of you, protect you even from your mother.”

“K-Kepus!” “That’s it, my sweet Strong bastard, prettiest slut,” he barks out a laugh when he sees Rhaenyra’s furious eyes, looking at you, watching how her brother gives you a pleasure only a man can dream of giving to his lady wife, “once I kill Aegon, I will be crowned king, and you, my queen. Your mother will be stripped of her titles, and our child will sit on the throne. And that’s–hmm, gods you feel divine–and I’ll show you what a real Targaryen offspring looks like.”

The burn of humiliation of his words only adds to the unending arousal you feel, but it is nothing compared to how he is taking you; him fully clothed, and you are barely covered with the thin nightgown draped over your body. It is useless though, with how your tits bounce back and forth, you can only imagine how filthy and whorish you look.

Just what he wants, just what he needs…

You cry out when he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look into your mother’s eyes as your second peak washes over you, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You clamp down on his girth, causing him to lose control over himself, cutting the last threads of his sanity.

The beast is unleashed, and he straightens up his back and fucks you with nothing but determination. He is close, and you are already lying limp beneath him with your pretty tears and a pout on your lips that he aches to kiss away. He will have plenty of time to do that, but now, all he can focus on is to fill you up and breed you like you deserve. He closes his eye, muffling the growl he is about to let out when he comes, shooting his thick cum inside your womb, keeping his cock deep inside you so as to not waste even a single drop.

When he opens his eye, he sees his half-sister’s shaky hands, giving him enough reassurance that his wish is fulfilled. He wants to laugh, to mock, and make you cry more just to toy with your mother but before anything, you are his wife now.

“Get the fuck out now, or I will behead you at once,” he shouts, pulling himself out of you slowly, watching as his seed dribbles out of your gaping hole. He glares at whoever looks at you, grinning at Rhaenyra when she tries to reach for you but Daemon pulls her out of the room before Aemond loses his temper.

“Oh, my sweet wife,” he says, flipping you on your back, gripping your nightgown in his fist before he rips it to pieces, leaving you bare under him, “the realm be damned, you and I will not leave this chamber until I am sure you are with child.”

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theodorenottwhore · 2 months

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— summary: Rafe loves to make you cry and beg.

— warnings: smut! 18+ mentions of alcohol and cocaine, mean!rafe, dom!rafe, sub!reader, humiliation kink (maybe? idk he makes reader beg him to go fuck her in front of a shit ton of ppl), thigh riding (with ppl watching), fingering, fem receiving oral, edging, spanking, unprotected sex, degrading names (slut, whore), praise.

likes, comments n reblogs are appreciated.<3

❥ beg for it, princess — r.c

You had been very open with Rafe about the things you wanted him to do to you, with you. You’ve never hidden a kink from him, and he never hid any from you.

Rafe very quickly showed you just how willing he was to please you, he’d do absolutely anything to make his princess happy, and you would do anything for him, even if that meant letting him put you in the most painful situations, humiliate you, make you feel like a worthless slut.

For him, you’d gladly be his worthless slut, because at the end of the day, you knew he loved you. He’d do the most disgusting things to you, calling you the most degrading names while also praising you, telling you how fucking good you were doing for him.

And then, when he was done using you, he’d take care of you — Putting you in the bath and cleaning you, kissing the sides of you face and rubbing at your sore body, telling you how good you did for him. To you, it was all worth it.

You were his pathetic whore, but you were also his princess. And both were titles that you would gladly wear with a big fucking smile on your face.

You and Rafe are sat in the middle of a large, crowded room. His right arm is protectively wrapped around your waist, fingers digging into the exposed skin of your stomach, the thin crop top you’d chosen to wear tonight showing off just the right amount of your smooth skin.

Bringing your red solo cup to your lips, you take a small sip before resting your head on Rafe’s shoulder. He’s in the middle of a deal, a Kook by the name of Jaxon sat across from you and Rafe, trying to bargain with your boyfriend.

“C’mon man, just give it to me for $150. I promise, i’ll pay you back in two days” Jaxon says, his heavy eyes darting from Rafe’s ocean-blue ones and down to the cocaine on the table.

The corners of Rafe’s lips rise into a small amused smirk, and he rolls his head to the side, his pretty blue eyes finding yours. You lift your head to meet his intense stare, your lashes fluttering as you take another sip of your drink. “You know, Jax, i’m real into begging. Just ask Y/N. She’s always begging me to let her come, and that shits hot as fuck,” he pauses, making a tsking noise with his tongue and teeth, and your face all but turns a bright shade of red, head bowing as you bite at the rim of your cup, “But it’s just pathetic to see a grown ass man beg, especially when I know for a fact you can afford the asking price”

Jaxon’s eyes rise to look at you before they return to Rafe. He lets out a loud sigh, pulling his wallet from his back pocket and pulling out three crisp hundred dollar bills, slapping them to the table, “There. $300. Can I just have my shit now?”

Rafe smirks again, arching a brow before he releases a long breath. Rafe slowly grabs the money from the table, turning and shoving it into your black lace bra before he turns to face Jaxon again. “See, now was that so hard?” He chuckles when Jax rolls his eyes, then he moves and grabs one of the small tightly wrapped baggies, placing it between the tips of his index and middle fingers, hanging them toward Jaxon.

Jaxon yanks the small baggie from between his finger tips, letting out a huff as he moves to stand to his feet and storming away from the table. Once he’s gone, you turn and slap Rafe on the chest, a slightly annoyed and embarrassed look on your face. “Seriously? You had to drag me into that?”

Rafe laughs, turning his body to face you and wrapping his left hand around your body as well. You squeal when he uses both hands to pull you into his lap, forcing your legs to straddle either side of his hips. He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. He forces his tongue into your mouth, dominating yours instantly and making you moan into him.

Pulling away from your lips, you find yourself chasing his, an empty feeling washing over you from the loss of his lips. “You know it was funny, baby. Besides, my little slut loves to be humiliated”

You blush at the vulgar name he’s called you, but your pussy pulses, butterflies filling your stomach when you hear the name fall past his lips. As fucked up as it may sound, you did love when he humiliated you in front of people, you weren’t sure why, but it turned you on.

Rafe runs his hands down the small of your back, reaching your ass and tightly cupping it. Your hips buck forward and back arches when he begins softly massaging at the plump flesh of your ass. He slowly lifts your hips, placing you back down on his left thigh. He grabs your solo cup from your hand, downing what’s left in it and tossing it behind the two of you before his hands find your hips again.

His fingers find the waistband of your black denim shorts, shoving them down the front of them and running is fingers along the skin of your lower belly. A shiver runs through your body when you feel how close he gets to your panties and your legs tighten around his jeans-clad thigh. His eyes flick up to find yours, a smirk plastered on his lips when he sees how worked up he’s got you.

“Does my princess want to be fucked?” He asks, voice low and raspy as he pushes his fingers into the front of your lace panties.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you open your mouth to speak but nothing except a soft, pathetic moan slips from your lips. Rafe removes his hand from inside your shorts, placing it back on your hips and pressing your pussy into his thigh, allowing your clit to gain the stimulation you were craving.

You begin whimpering as you rock your hips back and forth on his thigh, his hands gripping your hips and helping you move. “That’s it baby, ride my thigh. Let everyone see how fucking desperate you are for my cock”

Your heart begins pounding in your chest as you rub yourself against his thigh, the rough material of his jeans making your inner thigh tingle, the delicious pressure on your clit pulling moans from your mouth. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, licking and biting at his smooth skin as your hips continue to rock back and fourth, a pressure building inside of you, burning brightly and wanting to explode from you when the sounds of laughter fill your ears.

Panic washes over you when you lift your head and notice many sets of eyes on you and Rafe, peoples phones pulled out and pointed toward the two of you. For a moment, you’d forgotten that you weren’t alone, forgot you were in the middle of a large living room with all of your friends crowding it. You begin breathing heavily, tears stinging at your eyes as you hear the hushed whispers about you.

Rafe cups your face in his large hands, forcing your eyes on him as he whispers, “Fuck them” He pauses when you squeeze your eyes shut, letting the first few tears fall in embarrassment, but Rafe’s fingers squeezing your cheeks have you forcing them back open, “Hey, eyes on me baby. Let them know how badly you need to be fucked, beg me for it, and i’ll take you upstairs”

A whine falls from your forcefully parted lips, and you shake your head from side to side, wishing that the ground would just swallow you whole. You couldn’t deny it though, you were turned on. All of the eyes on you, even if they were judging you, it turned you on. You never understood why you loved the humiliation Rafe gave you, you should feel ashamed, you should hate him for putting you in positions like this, but you don’t. Instead, your pussy throbs with need, wanting to feel his cock buried inside you.

“Come on, baby girl. I know you want to. Beg me to fuck you, let them all hear how much of a needy whore you are for me”

He releases your face from his hands, allowing you to throw your head forward and into his neck. His hand slaps across your ass, making you cry out from the sting it left, and you finally lift your head, pleading eyes on his. “Please? Please Rafe, I need you to fuck me. Want to be your needy whore”

Rafe softly kisses the corner of your mouth, his eyes darting around the room at all of the eyes trained on you and him. His hands tightly grip at the bottom of your thighs, lifting you with him as he stands from the couch and whispering, “Such a good fucking girl. Gotta let everyone know who the fuck you’re a needy little slut for”

He carries you up a staircase and pushes into an empty bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him with his foot. He turns, slamming your back against the closed door, pinning you in place before his lips smash into yours. You open up for him, allowing him to deepen the kiss and force his tongue into your mouth. You moan into his mouth, rolling your hips against his waist, trying to relieve some of the pressure you felt between your legs.

Rafe breaks the kiss, but his lips still hover over yours. “Beg for it baby. Beg me to fuck you”

“Please..?” You whimper, the pressure between your legs growing. You were soaked. Pussy pulsing. You needed him, but you knew he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted unless you earned it. And the only way you’d earn it, was by being pathetic and begging him.

He chuckles, his darkened over eyes finding yours. “Please what, princess? Tell me what you need”

“Please fuck me. Need your tongue, your fingers, your cock. Please…? I’ll be a good girl, just want to come.. Please, Rafe?”

Tears begin to fill your eyes. You felt pathetic. Begging to be fucked. But you didn’t care, no. No you needed him, he was like a fucking drug that you couldn’t get enough of.

He walks you over to the large bed that’s in the room, sitting you on your ass at the edge and dropping to his knees. “God I love how fucking needy and pathetic you are f’me baby” He says as his fingers pop the button of your shorts. Your breath catches in your throat when he pulls the zipper down, his fingers dropping and running across the skin of your inner thighs.

“Rafe…”

He dips his head down, his lips leaving hot, open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. You squirm, bringing your hands to the waistband of your shorts and pushing them down. His eyes find yours, amusement in his eyes. He swats your hands away, using his own to pull your shorts down your legs and tossing them behind him onto the floor.

His eyes land on your pink lace thong, his tongue darting out to lick across his bottom lip. “You’re soaked, princess” he coos. Your face turns a bright shade of red and you quickly bring your hands up, burying your face into them.

Rafe makes a tsking noise as he runs his tongue across his top teeth. His large hands come up to your small wrists, gripping at them softly and peeling them from your face. He brings them down to your sides before releasing them. His head dips down to your inner thighs, leaving another searing kiss to the skin. His hands grip at your thighs, pulling you further down the mattress and placing your shaking legs over his shoulders, pushing your panties to the side in the process. You suck in a sharp breath when you feel his lips trailing kisses from the inside of your thighs and to your pelvic bone.

“R-Rafe… Please?”

He smirks against your skin, letting out an airy laugh as his darkened over blue eyes find yours. “Please what? Gotta let me know what you want baby…” He says, trailing his words off as he leaves another kiss on the top of your pussy, his mouth inching closer to where you need him most.

“Your mouth. Your cock. I need you, Rafe. Please” You cry out. His teeth sink into the skin of your inner thigh, making you cry out in pain and pleasure as he sucks a deep purple bruise into the flesh.

He releases your flesh from his lips, licking the fresh, new bruise before he begins working his way up your thighs and to your aching cunt. He places a soft kiss on your weeping core. You suck in a shaky breath when his tongue finally licks through your folds. He licks from the bottom up to your clit, flicking his tongue over the swollen and sensitive bud. His tongue begins to slowly lick up and down your soaked core, over and over again, pulling the most pathetic but sweet whines from you.

Your fingers fly into his hair, tugging softly at the messy locks as you tighten your thighs around his head, locking him in place. His tongue doesn’t let up, he laps up your juices like a starved man as you continue to cry out his name, waves of pleasure rushing through your entire body. He takes his right hand and pushes your leg down onto the bed, his grip bruising. He runs his tongue up and through your folds again, reaching your clit and sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth.

Moving his left hand from your leg, he snakes it between the two of you, running his thick fingers through your soaked folds before plunging his index and middle fingers inside of you. He curls them slightly, softly caressing that sweet spot inside of you that has your toes curling and tears falling past your bottom lashes. He creates a quick pace with his fingers, his mouth unrelenting as he continues to suck on your clit. You feel the fire burning inside of you, your release building and threatening to burst.

Your pussy clamps down around Rafe’s fingers, letting him know you’re close to the edge. He slows his fingers, stilling them inside of you and releases your clit from his lips with a pop, making you let out a frustrated whine. “Why’d you stop?!” You ask breathlessly, your head lifted just enough to find him staring up at you from between your legs. He has an amused smirk on his lips, his face and chin glistening with your arousal.

“Because, you’re gonna be a good girl and cum all over my cock”

You throw your head back in a huff, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting like a child whose parent told them they couldn’t get a treat at the grocery store. Rafe rises from his knees, his tall frame towering over you on the bed. He brings his right hand to caress your cheek before he slowly runs it down to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it and squeezing tightly, but not enough to take away your air. “Don’t be a fucking brat, or else you won’t cum tonight. Alright?”

You nod your head the best you can, tears spilling from your eyes from the ache you felt between your thighs and the pressure from Rafe’s hand around your throat.

He releases your neck and his hands fly to pop the button of his jeans before moving on to slide his zipper down. You watch him intently as he shoves the rough material down his legs, kicking them off to the side before he grips the hem of his baby blue polo and rips it up and over his head. Your mouth pools with saliva, the sight of Rafe’s shirtless body making you physically drool all over yourself.

He climbs on top of you, his left hand baring his weight while his right hand shoves his boxers down his legs. He grips the base of his cock in his right hand, stroking at it a few times before he slides his swollen head through your folds. You squirm underneath him, hips bucking forward as you silently pleaded with him to fuck you.

You open your mouth to beg some more, but your words die on your tongue, a loud gasp falling past your lips as he shoves himself inside you without warning. He slowly pulls himself out before harshly slamming back inside you, his pink tip kissing at that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. He watches intently as he pushes and pulls his cock from inside you, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. “You’ve already got a mess all over my cock baby girl. Fucking beautiful” He breathes out as he harshly slams his hips into yours again.

He pulls himself from inside you, his arms wrapping around your waist and flipping you onto your stomach has you squealing loudly. “On your hands and knees baby. Bring your knees to your chest, ass up in the air f’me”

You quickly do as he says, positioning yourself on all fours and tucking your knees up under your chest. A loud moan slips past your lips when Rafe’s hand slaps at your ass, the sting it left behind causing more tears to spill from your eyes. A dark chuckle emits from Rafe’s chest, “My girl loves when i’m rough with her, yeah?” Another slap. “I love making you cry” Another slap. “The sound makes my cock throb”

Tears stream uncontrollably down your face as Rafe continues to slap your ass, the sting bringing you an overwhelming amount of pain and pleasure. “Rafe, plea— Ah!”

Rafe shoves his cock inside you again, making your pleas die on your tongue. You fist the sheets beneath you, eyes rolling into the back of your head as Rafe pounds himself into you at a ruthless pace.

Your pussy clamps down around him, sucking him in deeper. Your loud cries bounce off the walls, and you’re sure the entire party can hear you, but you don’t care. It feels too fucking good to care. The pressure in your lower belly begins to build, a bright white light burns in the back of your eyes.

“You’re so close baby. You’re fuckin’ squeezin’ me so tight. Milk my fucking cock dry baby” Rafe rasps.

A string of curses and moans slip past your lips as your pussy clenches around him, the pressure building up and bursting free. Euphoria racks your body, your legs shaking and toes curling as you come undone around Rafe’s cock.

Rafe growls, leaning his body forward so his lips are brushing against the shell of your ear. “Such a good fucking girl, ‘m right behind- fuck!”

He slams into you one final time, his dick twitching as he fills your pussy with his cum. His teeth sink into your shoulder, pulling back he kisses the bite mark and whispers, “Did so fucking good f’me baby. Let’s get you home and cleaned up”

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theodorenottwhore · 2 months

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“t-this is the last time.” you moan, throwing your head back against the soft pillow

“you say that every time.” he whispers against your lips as he grinds his hips into yours

arching your back you whine, “just shut up and f-fuck me.”

he thrusts harder and faster, repeatedly hitting the spot way deep that makes you see stars

“fuck, there.” you cry, he smirks, pleased with himself that he found your g-spot so easily “right there!”

rafe brings one hand to hold the headboard, using it as leverage whilst slamming his hips into yours while his other hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly

you muttered out choked sobs and pleas as the knot in the pit of your stomach grew tighter and tighter

your hand came to wrap around his that was around your neck tapping it gently, and his grip loosened some

you sucked in as much air as you could whilst tears slipped from your eyes, “please,” you cried softly,

rafe smirked as spit dribbled down your chin as you spoke, he switched from consistent thrusts to pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into you

“what is it sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing your temple as he spoke, “s’too much for you,”

you nodded, fingernails digging into his forearm

you whined loudly as he pressed his hand on your stomach to feel himself as he pounded you, “you’re okay,”

“doing so good for me,” he praised, your cunt fluttered at his words

you were so fucked out by this point you couldn’t even form words, sputtering out jumbled whines and mumbles

“you need it, baby,” he taunted, you nodded, eyes rolling back as your body began to shake

he brought his hand to your clit, rubbing it softly as he kissed you sloppily

unable to hold back anymore, the knot snapped and you were left a moaning and whiny mess as your orgasm washed over

his thrusts slowed and he brought his arms to rest beside your head on the pillow, “s’ gorgeous,”

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》 NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED — rafe cameron x reader

word count — 4.6k

warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, mentions of abusive relationship/domestic violence, NONCON + mentions of, slapping, choking, breaking and entering, victim blaming, manipulation, gaslighting, lmk if i’m missing any!!

summary — you always hear your next door neighbor arguing with his girlfriend. one night, things get loud and are too scary to ignore, so you call the cops. coming from a past abusive relationship yourself, your only intent was to help the girl you were sure was being abused too…but you could never have guessed how much the good deed would backfire…

a/n — had this idea for awhile, glad its finally done and i hope u guys enjoy!! if you like my work, please reblog & comment!!! if you’re feeling generous, consider supporting my ko-fi, if you’d like ofc. times are tough rn but ily guys <3 barely proofread btw

The sounds of raised voices bleeding through the walls of your apartment didn’t serve as a surprise to you. Focusing your eyes in on the oven clock in the nearby kitchen, you nodded to yourself. 6:30pm. That seemed about right - your next door neighbors were always going at it around this time…but not in the way you’d expect a young couple to be going at it.

You didn’t know much about the pair, only ever seen them in passing, but you knew they could never spend a full 24 hours in peace together. It was always the male’s voice sounding over the female’s, and you felt bad as you sat on the other side of the wall, listening to her night get ruined by a guy who seemed to be the epitome of obnoxious and overbearing.

It was particularly triggering for you, as you already had an instilled disdain for abusive men, having been through the wringer with your ex in the past. You couldn’t say for sure what went on on the other side of the wall, but you could pick out lots of similiarities between your neighbor and your ex just based on what arguments bled through the walls.

Things had definitely gotten heated in the next door apartment on many occasions, but tonight was different. The screaming you heard was louder than your TV, even after you turned it up twice. Your concern really started to spark when you heard what sounded like a crash, and then a loud bang directly on the wall separating your living rooms.

The crying that followed, and the way the man’s voice never let up prompted you to do something you hadn’t done before.

The 911 operator was quick to take your call requesting a welfare check. Of course, you didn’t want to be that neighbor, so you made sure the police assured you that you wouldn’t be named as the complainant.

They arrived shortly after, and naturally, the commotion died down when the red and blue lights flooded the parking lot.

Lifting a blind with your finger, you watched through your window as the police spoke to the couple separately, offering you a much better look at each of them.

The girl displayed every sign of an abuse victim…every sign of the girl you used to be yourself, years ago.

Arms folded, hugging herself in consolation for the night she’d had; head hung low, no direct eye contact with the officer…

Compared to her boyfriend who stood tall, hands on his hips and even a smile on his face as he spoke to the other officer. The two almost appeared to be having more of a casual conversation than an interrogation.

The girl seemed to be clutching her shoulder a lot, rubbing over it, and you briefly wondered if the loud noise you heard crashing into the wall was actually her…

You felt uneasy watching everything unfold, especially seeing how uncomfortable the girl looked standing outside, likely every eye in the neighborhood on her.

The cop eventually led her further away from her boyfriend, isolating her on the other side of a car where she was no longer in his line of view. He didn’t seem to like that, based on the look on his face, and the way his voice raised as he tried to peer around the officer, questioning where she was going, why she needed to move farther away. When your eyes darted back to the girl, it was apparent she’d started breaking down. Her sobs rang through your window, and you could only assume the added distance gave her the courage to finally tell the truth, to tell the cops what happened on the other side of the wall that led to you calling them in the first place.

Your heart broke for the girl; you’d been in that exact position before. Your neighbors called the cops on your ex on multiple occasions, and you remembered the pain in your chest as you tried to hold it together until you could get away from him long enough to explain your side of the story.

The officer led her back into the house, which only pissed her boyfriend off even more. He looked frustrated, panicked almost - especially when she came back out with a bag around her shoulder and some loose items in her arms.

“Where the hell’s she going?” He questioned aggressively, again trying to step past the officer who stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“The hell are you doing?!”

You watched the girl avoid eye contact, heading straight for one of the police cruisers instead.

You heard the officer explain to the angry man that in lieu of pressing charges against him, his girlfriend opted to just go stay with a family member for the night.

He cursed at that, annoyance evident as he ran both hands through his hair.

They came to rest on the back of his head, interlocking together as he looked up in frustration.

He’d craned his neck just enough for his eyes to latch onto yours through your window. The moment both gazes met, the man cocked his head to the side.

You scurried back from the window, heart racing as you sat with the fact that you’d clearly been caught spying on your neighbor.

At the same time though, your brain tried to convince you that he somehow hadn’t seen you, and you waited a good minute before daring to peek back through the blind again.

You froze when you looked down to find the stranger’s gaze still casted up at your window, and you saw his eyes linger on you for longer than you were comfortable with. But you didn’t back down this time…that’s what guys like him wanted, it’s what they counted on.

The uncomfortableness loitered around, even after the police lights faded out and the tall stranger eventually sauntered back into his own apartment, now presumably alone for the night.

…Just like you next door.

Sleep found you before your apartment was infiltrated later on that night, so you were completely oblivious to the sound of your front door opening and clicking shut. The footsteps traveling up the stairs and into your bedroom were missed by you too.

A series of soft breaths filled the air, growing louder the closer Rafe crept to your bed.

With a narrowed gaze, he stopped just short of you. He loomed over you, and thoughts darker than your pitch black room swirled around his mind as he eyed you down, studying your sleeping frame and your face.

Rafe had seen you a handful of times heading to your car, checking your mailbox; but never really got much of a good look at you.

Now, he thought you looked rather peaceful as you slept; a total contrast to the shit starter he could only assume you to be.

He’d noted that you never seemed to have much company over; never seemed to go anywhere besides work, given the fact that you came and went at the same time each day. Clearly, your life was uneventful. No wonder you felt the need to pry into the business of someone you didn’t even know.

So intrusive…so what was wrong with intruding on you now?

His resentment continued to fester the longer he stared at you, until Rafe finally found himself lifting a hand to your nose. He pinched the cartilage, effectively cutting off your airway. His eyes never left you, clocking the first time your chest eventually couldn’t rise again, and you slowly started to stir awake, surely alarmed at the sudden inability to cycle air through your nose.

Your lips parted, chest rising again as you blinked your eyes open. It took you a second to make out the dark figure at your bedside, towering over you with a hand on your face.

As the moonlight bled through your blinds, you made out enough slivers of his face to recognize the man you’d basically called the cops on earlier that night.

The realization had you sucking in a deep breath through your mouth, ready to scream in hopes of someone hearing you and trying to help, the same way you’d tried to help your neighbor.

Now the source of the screams from the girl you’d pitied listening to night after night, had his hands on you.

The reprieve of inhaling through your nose again was short lived as his palm curled over your lips, muffling the hoarse screams you tried to let out.

“Don’t…don’t make a sound.” He pointedly hissed.

It had to be the calmest you’d ever heard the stranger sound, which chilled you.

Every last muscle was tense as the man leaned closer, his face now crowding your own.

Your heart sank, racing in your chest as anxiety and dread began to consume you.

Rafe could sense your fear building as he lowered himself down, a smirk materializing on his face when he felt you start to tremble slightly.

His eyes darted across your face now, revelling in the sight of your watery, wide eyes on him. His dick twitched in his pants, and he only removed his hand from your mouth when he started to speak again. It lingered around your neck, fingers dancing along the skin as if he was just waiting to clamp around it.

“Hi, neighbor,” his voice was low as he elongated the label; and eerily calm given the circumstances, “…don’t think we’re properly met yet…I’m Rafe. What’s your name?”

The way he posed the question so casually scared you. You breathing was picking up as you blinked up at him.

When you didn’t answer, Rafe dipped his fingers into the sides of your neck, applying a bit of pressure as a warning.

You breathlessly forced your name past your lips, and he repeated your name with a slow nod.

He hummed, “pretty. You moved in here…what, couple months ago?” He spoke tauntingly.

“How are you liking the place? Cause, we love it,” he stiffled an ingenuine chuckle before continuing, “not too close to downtown, but close enough to everything you need, y’know?”

You shook your head at the way he carried on such a normal conversation during such a heinous situation.

“How do you like it so far?” His hand still danced around your neck, and you swallowed hard at the looming threat.

“…It’s a little loud,” you finally said, insinuating that you’d heard his outbursts with his girlfriend already, so his friendly neighbor charade was unnecessary.

His laugh was louder this time, and you couldn’t help but flinch.

“Right…right. Yeah uh, sorry about the noise. My girlfriend gets pretty loud. Can’t say I blame her though…” his hips pressed down further into you for a second, “I make it hard to keep quiet.”

Feeling the stranger stiffen against your stomach had you cringing; his sick intentions were only getting harder to deny.

“S’funny, I never hear anything from your apartment, though…you gotta boyfriend?”

No, because you worried every guy you encountered would just be a watered down version of your ex, just waiting to show his true colors…like your neighbor.

You didn’t want to feed into his game.

“What are you doing in my house?” You tried to keep your voice firm, but it still wavered as you posed the question.

“Ooh,” he whistled, “sore subject, I guess. Newly single, I take it…makes sense.”

You didn’t want to go back and forth with him, but you couldn’t help but press, “…what’s that supposed to mean?”

Tears were sliding down your face as the man above you carried on as if he were doing anything besides restraining you to your bed, after breaking into your home in the middle of the night.

“Makes sense why you’re sticking your nose in my business.”

You still weren’t following, but there was no time to linger on the confusion, because with that, the pleasant demeanor he feigned dropped. The man’s tone was more bitter when he spoke again.

“…Cause maybe if you were getting some regular dicking down, you wouldn’t be so concerned with somebody else’s fucking relationship.”

He spat the words at you, emphasis on the profanity as he seethed in your face.

You shook your head, feeling more desperate now as you started to piece things together.

“I’m not-,”

“Don’t shake your head,” he muttered, suddenly adding more pressure around your throat. “I know it was you who called the cops, alright?” He drawled.

He stared down at you expectantly, waiting on an answer.

Again, more pressure from his hand at your throat.

“Right?”

You brought both hands to his wrist now, feeling increasingly anxious the more he restricted your airway.

“I’m glad I did,” you managed to get out, struggle reinsued as the man smirked down at you, “because I know guys like you.”

The man raised an eyebrow, a smirk dancing across his lips again.

“Oh really?” He asked sarcastically, grip loosening just slightly on your throat as he chose to entertain your little spiel.

You struggled to nod in the firm hold.

“My ex was just like you; could only feel strong when he prayed on something weak.” He seemed to pout at your words.

“But he had no idea how strong I really was. And he ended up exactly where you’re gonna be one day: in jail.”

You felt accomplished in having gotten the risky words out, but you refused to go down without a fight like you used to.

Rafe only laughed though, amused by your boldness.

“…Yeah? We’ll see about that.”

You strugged against him as he ripped your duvet back and climbed onto the bed, positioning a knee on either side of your frame. You tried to shove at his chest and his face, to flail your legs around; anything to deter the stranger from overpowering you in your own bed…but it was inevitable.

Your struggle only amused Rafe, who eventually did finally pull his hand back from your face.

But he flipped it around, and the backhand that immediately followed dizzied you beyond belief. You were too out of it to put up much of a fight when he almost immediately wrangled your wrists together with a single hand and pinned them above your head.

At the same time, Rafe was also fumbling with his belt, frantically trying to tear it off while you writhed around beneath him.

He was able to secure the leather around your wrists, teathering them to the headboard above your head.

With a frustrated groan, you unsuccessfully tried to tug your arms free.

Though defeat seemed clear, you squeezed your eyes shut, still trying to deny the sick reality you were faced with.

“God,” Rafe left out a sigh as he examined his arms, clocking a scratch you’d managed to land on one of them.

“My girl learned a long time ago to just lie down and take it…and don’t get me wrong,” he threw his hands up at his sides with a shrug, finally able to use them with your arms restrained above your head and your lower body pinned beneath him, “I love it…”

He was sick. You were sure of it.

“…but something about the way you’re trying to fight back,”

Rafe’s eyes fell shut for a moment as he let out a low groan, cocking his head to the side.

“…You have me forgetting all about that dumb bitch.”

Rafe moved quickly, tearing your blouse down with such intent, it was hard to believe he’d never done this before. Though you now pitied yourself, you also felt even worse for the girl next door. If this man felt entitled enough to do something so vile to someone he didn’t even know, you couldn’t imagine what his possessiveness for his own girlfriend would lead him to do…

But you could definitely guess. Rafe clearly wasn’t too far off from your ex; you were sure he probably treated his girlfriend no better than you’d been treated in the past.

The thought had your chest tightening; you felt that same tinge of helplessness and defeat sinking in that you thought you’d long escaped from.

Slipping back into the familiar submissive state you used to live in with your ex, was inevitable.

Your eyes fell shut, all of your emotions suddenly becoming too much to bare.

Rafe grabbed your face roughly, hand tight on your jaw as he forced your attention back on him.

“Nosey ass bitch,” he spat, and you tried to sink further down into the mattress, wishing you could somehow just fall all the way through and escape the stranger’s wrath.

“Guess I’m gonna have to teach you to mind your own business, yeah?” As Rafe said this, he pressed the entirety of his body weight down onto you, and you winced at the added strain to your breathing.

You thrashed and kicked around, but your neighbor was relentless.

Rafe’s anger only made him seem stronger, and he easily overpowered you, forcing you to lay there while he wrestled a hand around the waistband of your pajamas.

You couldn’t do much when Rafe ripped your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion. You couldn’t stop him from bringing his fingers to his mouth and wetting them to make it easier when he plunged two thick digits inside of you.

You immediately let out a pained cry at the intrusion, hips lifting from the bed as you squirmed around beneath him.

“Stop fucking moving,” he spat, gripping your inner thigh in a way you were sure would bruise as his two fingers curled and pulled down in your hole, forcing your hips back down, and your legs to spread for him.

Your struggle didn’t stop, despite the pain.

And neither did Rafe’s pursuit.

“I said hold still!”

A strong hand was suddenly at your throat, suppressing your airway and quieting your cries.

When you seemed to be scared into submission, Rafe released his grip on your throat in favor of your hip again.

“Calm down…I’m just bein’ fair,” he started, “you stuck your nose in my business, yeah?”

Readjusting so he was eye level with your glistening core now, Rafe’s pupils dialated as he stared down his target.

“Only fair I get to stick mine in yours, right?”

That was the only warning you got before Rafe’s tongue fully dipped into you, lapping away at your clit like a man starved as his fingers continued working inside of you.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips at the abrupt overstimulation and discomfort.

Rafe’s hand snaked up to your stomach, pressing down and mounting you further into the mattress.

He drew his face back slightly, and you sighed in relief at the momentary retreat of his tongue.

“Did that boyfriend of yours ever go down on you?”

Icy blue eyes peered up at you from between your legs. His fingers didn’t stop, now scissoring inside of you as you squirmed and whimpered.

“I might smack my bitch around…but she takes it everytime.”

More tears spilled over, but Rafe’s rant seemed to empower him. He even sat up a little taller, ego being fed.

“She knows she’ll never have anyone better than me. No one can make her come like Ican.”

The cruel words set your mental healing back years, reminding you of the same harsh insults you ex used to taunt you with.

“…and what about you, huh?”

As he said this, Rafe curled the pads of his fingers up into your sweet spot, smirking when your legs began to shake.

“Bet I can make you come so hard, you’ll let me smack you around too.”

Your back arched against your will as his tongue found your clit again, relentless with its lashings as he hummed into your core.

Rafe continued this until your moans couldn’t be suppressed, and you were teetering on the edge of your release.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured against your clit, eyes trained on you as his tongue moved more hastily now.

You let out a strangled cry as your high washed over you, unable to stop your legs from shaking and hips from bucking up.

Rafe finished you off, leaving you no choice but to let the band snap, your release dripping down right into the unfamiliar mouth.

The man licked you clean, pulling his fingers out and swiping around what arousal was leftover, coating your pulsating core.

His balls were heavy long before Rafe finished eating you out; dick rock hard when he finally sat up and repositioned himself in front of you.

The new position gave him better access to his pants, which he unfastened and dropped without a second though.

You watched as his cock sprang to life, slapping against his toned stomach, already leaking from the tip.

The sight had you squirming again; he was huge, and it only elicited more fear within you.

You were positive there was no way you could take such a large dick, no way the stranger could make himself inside of you.

Rafe propped himself up on his hands at your sides and lined his length up with your entrance in a haste.

He couldn’t hold off any longer, only rubbing his tip up and down your wet folds a couple of times before sliding into you abruptly.

His hard cock forced your walls to part for him, despite the way they tightened and screamed in protest.

You couldn’t help but let out your own scream, flares of pain shooting through you as your legs shook even more now.

Rafe’s hand was quick to slap over your mouth, muffling your sounds of distress and forcing your tears to roll around his palm.

The man quickly set a brutal pace, hips ramming down into yours unforgivingly.

The newfound pain between your legs was all you could focus on now; it rendered you unable to put up much of a fight anymore, feeling like you were literally being split in half.

“God you’re squeezing the fuck outta my cock already.” He sounded breathless, voice strained as he rutted into you, eyes rolling back and forth in his head.

“So…tell me,” Rafe eventually spoke up, words choppy as he lifted himself up onto just his knees, still fucking into you, “…your ex ever hit you while you were fucking?”

There was a different look in his eyes when he posed the question; they looked darker now, from what you could tell.

The question appalled you, and you’d just parted your lips to speak when your head suddenly whipped to the side in a violent manner.

The impact stunned you so much, it took you an embarassingly long time to register that you’d been slapped across the face.

Letting out a sob at the realization, you shrunk in on yourself as Rafe’s hips stalled for a second.

“Fuck…” He drawled out, eyes rolling back as the slap had you involuntarily clenching around him, “you like it, don’t you?”

His weight was transferred to his opposite hand and he struck the other side of your face next, shuddering when you clenched around him again.

“Squeezing my cock everytime I hit you.” He let out a chilling laugh, nodding to himself as embarassment washed over you.

“And here I almost bought your little ‘good samaritan’ act. But I see it now…”

Rafe scoffed, and you cried out at a particularly harsh thrust.

His lip curled inward as he drank in your reaction, “You like being roughed up, don’t you? You jealous of my girl? S’that what it is?”

He was taunting you, and you cursed yourself for your body’s response.

All you could do was whine and whimper and cry, pinned beneath your neighbor with no way of fighting back as he continued brutalizing your core.

“You wanna be my new girlfriend? Want it to be you with the fucked up shoulder next?” He grunted inbetween his words, “think that shit’s dislocated, yeah? I mean, you saw, right?”

His calm tone was menacing. You felt the hard length twitch inside of you as he spoke, almost as if he was getting off on thinking of such violent acts…

And he was.

Sneaking into your room with the intention of fucking you was moreso to level the playing field after you practically tried to get him arrested. You tried to take his girl away from him, to separate them, just like every other bad person in his life tried to do…

But there was pleasure in revenge, and Rafe was chasing it.

The more he thought about it, the more strength he exerted with each thrust, and the closer he got to his high that was building.

He had total control of you now, something Rafe craved in every aspect of his life. And the powerful feeling robbed him of any ability or desire to control himself…

A strong hand found its way to your throat again, clammy digits curling around the column and using the hold to drag your limp frame up and down his hard shaft on the mattress. Rafe couldn’t care less that you now struggled to breath under this new grip; he was simply focused on the way your perky tits bounced so beautifully beneath him.

The enticing sight had Rafe eagerly guiding his other hand to your chest, squeezing and fondling your tits.

When your nipples finally stood at attention, Rafe groaned, leaning down so his warm mouth could suction your sensitive bud. His tongue swirled around your nipple, and he rotated his hand and mouth between each one, the pace of his hips never faltering in the slightest.

The assault seemed neverending, until the man’s momentum finally slowed briefly, and you thought, you hoped Rafe might be close to finishing.

But to your dismay, it seemed Rafe only stalled so he could slide an arm under your waist, lifting your body from the mattress and therefore allowing his cock to dig into you at increased depths.

“God…so fuckin’ tight, so wet…thought you didn’t want this though, hmm?”

You knew he was just trying to get to you; it was a routine you’d pushed to the back of your mind, but could never completely wipe from your memory.

You couldn’t say anything back as your whimpers and whines of protest filled the air.

After what felt like a lifetime, you started to register the way Rafe’s thrusts grew sloppier and less pointed, his grunts and groans getting louder as he assumably reached his peak.

It was confirmed when you heard him practically whimper himself, followed by the feeling of warm ropes of liquid shooting up into you. You could do nothing to stop him from spilling his seed inside of you, coating your walls with the unwanted sticky substance.

By the time Rafe unsheathed his length, you couldn’t help but feel totally and utterly disgusted with yourself.

Though you were doomed from the start, never really standing a chance agajnst the bigger, stronger man; you couldn’t fend off the feelings of disappointment in yourself. Your body felt exhausted, and used. The ache between your legs only seemed to grow as you adjusted to the emptiness, quickly pressing your thighs together, trying to stop the unwanted pulsing of your clit.

You watched through tears as Rafe sat up straight, hovering over you as he fetched his belt from your headboard.

Your wrists were on fire when he tugged on the leather, freeing them from the painful constraints. You let your arms fall down at your sides, rubbing over the now irritated skin with your hands.

You cringed at the sight of your shirt, now torn and in tatters as it hung loosely off your shoulders, ripped right down the middle.

The agressor was still straddling you, keeping you pinned beneath him as your body shook and your lip quivered.

The man acted like nothing out of the ordinary just happened as he manuevered his belt back around his waist, metal clanging together as he secured it in the front.

You couldn’t take your glossy eyes off of him, just staring up at the man who’d just violated you, digust and anguish evident on your face.

You flinched when Rafe cleared his throat, sinking further into the mattress when his gaze landed on you again.

“Better hope you didn’t fuck things up for me and my girl now,”

You could hear the animosity in his tone as Rafe spoke of the uncertain outcome.

A strong hand found your jaw, and yours immediately found the arm attached to it, nails threatening to dig into the flesh if he tried to take the action any further.

Rafe simply held your face firmly in place, pushing your head down into the mattress while his blue eyes darted all across your face.

“…cause if she doesn’t come back, I’ve got my replacement.”

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do u ever think..... that rafe would manhandle you if u try to run away from his cock bcuz it's too much 4 you? i caaaan't stop thinking abt dis :(( i jus wanna be dicked down by him sbaddd!!!

⟣ omg yes! he wouldn’t even hesitate to pull you back on him, he’s still soft about it though :((

“s’ too much!” you’ll pout, head smushed into the pillow. his full body weight on your back as his lips brushed against your ear. his heavy panting and light groans fanning your ear as he fucks you deep. your pussy was completely contradicting your words, it just squeezing him in tighter and leaking profusely. “no, no. you got this, baby. you can take it,” he whispers, thrust staying constant.

his encouraging words are enough to make your head go foggy and your throat let out whine. you wanna be good but the way his pink tip made constant contact with the spot that made your stomach tighten and eyes water— really was too much.

“can’t.” you whimper, lowering your hips onto the mattress further, trying to create some distance so he wouldn’t hit so deep inside and he notices— quickly. “come on. take it for me, ya?” his almost pleads with you, eyes low focused on how good you feel around him, intoxicated by you. he’s quick to loop his arm under you to grab just above your waist, your lower stomach, and lift your bottom half from the bed completely, pulling your ass flush against hips.

the sudden movement making you yelp, his tip kissing that yummy spot just like before. “be good for me, ya? wanna give you everything.”

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There’s No Such Thing As Purity

(Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You and Rafe are childhood best friends and as far as he’s concerned you’re an innocent angel he needs to protect from the world. But he discovers a whole other side of you when you accidentally send him nudes that were meant for someone else. Wk: 4.9k

Warnings: Drinking/smoking weed, jealous!Rafe, posessive!Rafe, minor Jj x reader, brat taming, choking, spanking, spit kink, tiddy slapping, hair pulling, face fucking, fingering, orgasm denial, daddy kink, unprotected sex.18+MDNI!!!

A/N: this is only my second Rafe fic so pls be niiicee to me. But I love this man. I need him to own me and put me in my place. Thank you to my sweet angel @babygorewhore for listening to me rant about this, and for beta reading for me. Ilysm. Also this is based off the song “Purity” by Lilyisthatyou.

You’re not necessarily faded, but you’ve had a couple drinks and you smoked a blunt with a few of your friends when you first got here so you’re feeling a little buzzed. You check your phone and to your delight your sneaky link that you asked to meet you here had responded that he would be on his way soon. You smirk down at the screen, excusing yourself to the bathroom so you could respond to him how you really wanted to.

You close the bathroom door and pull your little crop top over your head, leaving you in just your low waisted mini skirt that you push down even further so your thong straps are on display. You stand in front of the large full length mirror on the bathroom wall, holding your phone camera up while you pose. You take a few shots, then a few more, until you're satisfied that at least a couple of them will be good enough to send. You spend a few minutes going through them before deciding on two.

One is straight on, your tits fully on display, your free hand pulling one of your thong straps up even further, and your tongue is sticking out. The second is from the side, showing the curve of your back and the top of your ass sticking out of your skirt, two fingers between your lips. You smirk, satisfied with your work. You select the two photos before typing out the text to accompany them.

“When are you getting here?😉”

In your somewhat hazy, horny state you click the most recent contact on your list and hit send. You didn’t think anything of it, since as far as you know he’s the last person that texted you. But what you failed to realize is during your little photoshoot your best friend had texted you, and you sent them to him instead. Seconds later your phone starts to ring, Rafe’s contact and a goofy photo of the two of you popping up on the screen.

“Hey, what’s up?” You answer cheerfully.

“What's up? What’s up with you? What’s up with those photos?” Rafe sounds pissed, which isn’t unlike him, but it’s very rarely directed at you.

“Photos? What’re you-?” It takes your slightly inebriated mind a second to catch up but when it does you gasp, pulling the phone away from your ear to pull up your texts. Your entire body warms and your heart feels like it’s going to fall out of your ass when you realize you sent him the photos, and not the intended recipient. “Oh god… fuck. Rafe listen, can we not make this a thing? Those weren’t for you, just delete them so we can forget this ever happened.”

“Who were they for then, huh? Also where the hell are you? I thought you were staying home tonight.” This was not good. You and Rafe have been best friends since you were kids, and he’s always been extremely protective of you, some may say overprotective. So things like guys and hookups? You keep them to yourself when it comes to him.

“Uh - I don’t see why that really matters? Can you just fucking delete them? Also I was going to stay home but then the girls convinced me to come with them to this party. You’re busy tonight anyways? I don’t know why it’s a big deal.” You huff in annoyance.

“It fucking matters because what if something happened to you? Since when do you go to parties without me anyways? You could’ve at least told me you decided to go out. Also you’re sending guys nudes now? Since when? Who is this fucker?”

“Rafe!!! You need to calm down. Seriously, we don’t have to make this a thing, okay? Just fucking delete them and go back to doing whatever it is you were doing. Please.” Your voice comes out more whiny than you mean it to, but you know he’s a sucker for your pouting so you're hoping it will calm him down a bit.

“No, seriously, answer my fucking questions.” He sneers your name into the phone and it sends chills down your spine. He’s been irritated with you before, of course. But never talked to you like this and you have to admit that it’s doing something to you. You’ve always wanted him, but he’s always seen you as this precious angel he needs to protect, innocent. When truly? You’re anything but. You go to parties without him when he’s busy all the time, and as far as your innocence? That was long gone.

“Oh my god. I already told you, I’m at a fucking party, okay? I’m here with my friends. You’re acting like I’ve never gone to a party without you or like I’m a child that needs to be watched and you’re honestly being really dramatic.” Rafe is taken back by your tone. You’re normally so soft and cheerful with him. But right now? You were acting like a fucking brat.

“At a party, where? And you still didn’t answer my other question. Who. Were. The. Pictures. For?” You can tell he’s pacing the room and running his fingers through his hair with his nostrils flared. The image makes your thighs clench. You’ve always fantasized about Rafe putting you in your place, he treats you like a princess, lets you do whatever you want. Granted you’re usually very sweet to him, but tonight? You’re wondering how far you can push him before he finally snaps. “You know you share your location with me, right? I can just fucking look myself if you don’t wanna tell me.”

“Jesus Christ, Rafe! It’s at Matt’s house! Are you happy? I’m still on figure 8, literally a few blocks from my house!! And as far as who the pictures were for? Just a guy, okay? I don’t know why the specifics matter. It’s almost like you’re jealous or something.” You tried to hold it in, you really did, but you’ve been holding back from saying that for years. It was like he didn’t want any guys near you, but he never did anything about it himself and you were over it.

“What if I am?” He practically growls into the phone and that wasn’t the response you were expecting. You had never brought up his possessiveness until now, but other people had and he always said something along the lines of ‘I’m not fuckin’ jealous, it’s just no man is good enough for my best friend’ and it always made your heart deflate, just a bit.

“Are you?”

“Just fucking stay there, alright? I’m coming to get you.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond, the line going dead. Your text notification goes off, the guy who you meant to send the photos to letting you know he arrived at the party. Suddenly you feel shockingly sober.

You take a deep breath to collect your thoughts. You have two options here. Option one, hide in the bathroom until Rafe gets here and then leave with him, totally avoiding any further drama for the night. Or, option two, you could go out there, and when Rafe gets here, you could see if he really is jealous… Fuck it. You pull your shirt over your head, look in the mirror to check your hair, and exit the bathroom.

You weave through the sweaty bodies in the living room and head out back to where your date said he would be waiting for you. Your eye’s scan the patio, searching for those blonde locks. Your eye’s meet smug blue ones, a cocky smirk on his lips. Yeah, Rafe was absolutely going to lose his shit when he found out those photos were meant for none other than Jj Maybank. Probably one of the last people on earth he would want you fucking around with. But you ran into him at a party a few weeks ago, hooked up with him in a random bedroom, and you’re not ashamed to say you’ve gone back for seconds. And thirds. And forths too. It’s not your fault it was the best dick you’ve ever had in your life.

“Hey princess, how’s a goin’?” He approaches you, his eyes unabashedly roaming your curves in your little party outfit. He brings his thumb to your bottom lip, running across it before leaning in close so his lips brush your ear. “You look good enough to eat.”

“Yeah? Maybe you’ll get to try a bite later.” You lean back so you can look up into his eyes, biting your lip. For a second you almost forget all about the Rafe dibocle, getting lost in Jj’s now familiar, fresh, but still somehow musky scent and those eyes that remind you of the ocean water that surrounds your home. But you couldn’t forget about Rafe for long. Your feelings for Jj are so incredibly surface level compared to the feelings you have for him. “You wanna get a drink? And dance?”

“Sure thing, pretty girl.” He winks at you, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

After you take a shot together you drag him out onto the makeshift dance floor Matt set up on his parents back patio. You start to sway your hips to the music that booms from the large speakers that were set up around the area and Jj hungrily eyes your curves. He pulls a joint from behind his ear, raising it between the two of you with his eyebrow cocked and you nod in response.

You continue to sway, turning your back towards Jj so you can rub your ass against him. He pops the joint in his mouth, turning his head to the side so he can use one hand to light it, his other hand coming down to grab onto your hip. His fingertips graze the skin above your skirt and it gives you goosebumps. After he takes a few puffs off the joint he holds it to your mouth, his skin grazing your soft lips. You turn your head over your shoulder to blow the smoke in his mouth and he takes the hint immediately connecting his lips with yours. But before you can even fully shotgun the hit to him your entire body is suddenly ripped away from his, a large hand pulling you by your forearm.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? HUH? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE FUCKIN’ DOING?” Rafe’s voice bellows over the music as he pulls you towards him, causing you to trip and fall into his chest.

“Rafe, I’m just having fun, you need to chill. Seriously.” You push against him but he uses the hold he still has on your arm to pull you closer. His free hand comes up to your jaw, gripping it roughly, forcing you to look up at him.

“I need to chill? Are you fuckin’ joking? Is this who those pictures were for? This dirty fuckin’ pouge? Are you fucking him?” His eyes hold a fire that’s never been directed towards you, and logically you should be pissed, you should slap him across the face for acting like this. But instead you feel your panties get even wetter under his angry gaze, the feeling of his hand on your jaw making your knees weak.

“Hey bro, you need to back the fuck off! She told you to chill, get off her!” Jj tries to grab onto your free hand but Rafe doesn’t allow it, he grips onto your hips, using his hold on you to push you to the other side of him, away from Jj.

“You’re the one that needs to fuck off bro.” Rafe gets in his face, his nostrils flared, his eyes filled with rage. “Keep your dirty fuckin hands off my girl, fuckin’ pouge trash.”

“Your girl, huh? She didn’t seem like she was your girl when she was beggin’ me to let her cum last weekend.” Jj smirks, his eyes boring right back into the taller man’s. Rafe growls, using all his force to push him so hard he falls to the ground.

“Yeah bitch, my fucking girl. Stay the fuck away from her or I’ll beat your ass so bad they won’t be able to identify you when you get to the fucking hospital.” He spits on the ground in front of the blonde’s feet before turning back to you with his jaw and fists clenched. “Bathroom. Now.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes, speechless. My girl. My girl. My girl. Replaying like a mantra in your head. After a few seconds of you standing there like a deer caught in the headlights, Rafe lost his patience. He swiftly closed the few foot gap between you, his large ringed hand gripping the back of your neck. He bends down so his face is level with yours, blue eyes filled with fire staring down at you.

“I said. Bathroom. Now. Start fucking walking.” He practically growls when he says it and you have to hold in a whimper. The hand on your neck glides down to your shoulder, turning you away from him without giving you a chance to respond. You have half a mind to talk back to him. But he seems like he’s two seconds away from turning around and taking his anger out on Jj and you’ve definitely done enough damage in that department for the night, so you start walking.

“Take me to the bathroom you took those little pictures in.” You squeal when halfway down the hall Rafe grabs onto your hair from behind you, pulling your head back against his chest. He’s looking down at you hungrily, his tongue running across his bottom lip. “I wanna take some pictures of my own.”

As soon as the bathroom door is shut he’s on you, shoving you up against it by your throat, his lips smashing against yours in a bruising kiss. He slips his tongue into your mouth using it to dominate your own. Just when you feel yourself start to get lost in it he pulls away, a pout forming in your lips.

“Seriously, what the hell has gotten into, Bunny? Where’s my sweet little innocent best friend? Cause this girl I’ve seen tonight, she’s certainly not her.” He looms over you, the look in his eyes is wild, he looks like he wants to devour you and god you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t let him do just about anything to you right now.

“Maybe there’s a side of me you don’t know about, ever thought of that?” The smirk that spreads across your lips is seductive, the look in your eyes mischievous. “You do know I have a life outside of you, right?”

“No fucking shit, I know that. But this is not something I’d expect out of you. Going to parties dressed like that, smoking weed, grinding on pouges.” He snarls at the last part, the hand around your throat tightening slightly. He pushes your legs apart with his foot and shoves his knee between your thighs, pressing it up against your wet clothed core. You try to hold in the moan that escapes you but your body betrays you. “I’m only going to ask you this one more time, was he bullshitting me out there or did you fuck him?”

“Yeah I fucked him, more than once.” That Cheshire smirk reappears on your lips and he wants nothing more than to wipe it off. He releases your throat to grip your jaw, pinching your cheeks together.

“You lost your virginity to a fuckin’ pouge? You let him inside of you? When I’m the only one who's supposed to touch you? Bet he didn’t even make you cum.” He shakes your head from side to side, grinding his knee up into your cunt. You really don’t want to give into him just yet, but you’re losing your resolve quicker with every passing minute.

“HA! My virginity? I hate to break it to you Rafey, but that ship sailed back in highschool. And as far as him making me cum? Say what you want about the pouges but that’s the best dick I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah? Not for fuckin’ long.” He walks over to stand in front of the mirror you had your impromptu photoshoot in. He turns to the side, looking you dead in the eyes as snaps his fingers, his long pointer finger directed towards the ground.

“Are you serious?” You scoff, crossing your arms in defiance. “I’m not sucking you off.”

You absolutely were going to suck him off, but he didn’t need to know that, yet. You were having fun toying with him and getting him worked up.

“Really? Cause I think you want to. I think you did all of this on fuckin purpose to get me going. Come over here and get on your fucking knees for me, bunny. I know you want it.” He smirks, his hands reaching for the button on his shorts. He pulls his cock out and your eyes grow wide, your mouth dropping open. You can’t even hide the look of awe on your face at the sight of his thick cock. It’s almost subconscious the way your feet carry you forward towards him. You approach him, looking up at him through your lashes. His hands grip your shoulders, pushing you down to your knees in front of him. “Take that fucking shirt off.”

You rip your shirt over your head and as soon as it’s off he leans down to grab onto your tits, squeezing them roughly.

“Perfect fuckin’ tits, and they’re all mine huh?” He pulls back and abruptly his large hands smack down on both your tits causing you to let out a yelp. “Say it, say they’re mine.” Two more smacks come in succession.

“They’re yours Rafe, always been yours.” You look at him with big wide eyes and your lips set into a pout. You almost look like his innocent best friend again, but he knows better now.

“Open your fucking mouth, slut. Stick your tongue out.” He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it.

As soon as your tongue leaves your mouth Rafe is smacking the tip of his cock against it. Salty precum hits your tongue and you moan at the taste. His free hand gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, wrenching your head back so you’re looking at him.

“You done being a fuckin’ brat now? Gonna let me show you who you really belong to?”

“Uh-huh, yeah.” You nod to the best of your ability, all resolve you had left leaving your body. You’re already starting to feel fucked out and he hasn’t even really touched you yet.

“Did I say you could close your mouth? Open.” You stick your tongue out for him again and he leans down to spit on it. “Swallow… Good bunny.”

He pats your cheek and tilts your head back towards his cock. You immediately take his head into your awaiting mouth. You start to swirl your tongue around the tip but Rafe isn’t having it, he’s done with your teasing.

“Just fuckin’ sit still and relax your throat, let me use you like the whore you’ve been acting like all night.” He takes both sides of your head in his hands and thrusts deep into your throat, causing you to gag. “That's it baby, fucking choke on it.”

He starts to fuck into your mouth deep and hard, giving you no time to adjust. You look up at him and his head is thrown back, feral moans leave his lips and his chest is heaving. He pulls your head back, looking down at you. He feels like he’s gonna cum when he does. There’s a string of spit connected from your mouth to his cock, your mascara is running, more drool is dripping down your chin and onto your tits.

“Where’s your phone?” He growls.

“In my purse, probably on the floor by the door where I dropped it when you jumped me.” He rolls his eyes at your attitude, walking over to your purse to pull your phone out. He stands over you again, opening the camera.

“Keep sucking.”

You lean forward and take him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down on his dick. You decide you’re going to show him what you’re really made of. One of your hands grabs the base of his cock, stroking what isn’t down your throat, the other comes up to his spit slick balls, rolling them in your palm.

“Fuck. You really are a little slut, sucking me off like it’s your fuckin’ job. You wanna act like a whore? I’ll treat you like one. You wanna send out slutty little pictures to trash from the cut? I’ll help you out with that.” He turns the camera toward the mirror adjacent to where you were standing and snaps a picture of the two of you. Then he flips it towards your face and takes another. “Alright. Get up. Bend your ass over the sink.”

You scramble to your feet and lean down so your upper half is against the counter, your ass and hips in the air. The marble countertop is cool against your bare tits and your skirt rides up over your ass, revealing your little lilac colored thong with a dark spot right in the middle. Rafe groans at the sight, walking up behind you while he pulls his shirt over his head. You tilt your chin up so you can lock eyes with him in the mirror, clenching around nothing at the sight of him standing over your shirtless.

“Look how wet that slutty little pussy is already, all this just from sucking my cock?” He grabs the bottom hem of your skirt forcefully pushing it up over your hips. His hands grip the meat of your ass, spreading your cheeks. One of his long fingers hooks under the thin lace that sits snugly between your ass, pulling it back as far as it can go before letting go. It snaps against your pussy deliciously, making you whimper. “I’ve always wanted to get my hands on this ass. Never thought it’d be like this though, not the first time at least.”

“How’d you think it would be then?” You look over your shoulder at him and he looks like a lion that caught its prey. He doesn’t break eye contact with you when his hand comes down on your ass, once, twice, three times.

“For one, I didn’t think you’d be such a fucking brat. My sweet little bunny. Always acting so innocent. Thought I’d have to be all gentle with you and shit. If I knew you were such a little cock slut I would’ve done this a long time ago.” He spanks you again, but this time it comes from below, the smack hitting your wet lace covered cunt. His fingers hook into your panties, ripping them down your legs. He runs his fingers through your slit, circling around your clit but not never actually touching it. “Look at this fucking pussy, looks so fucking sweet.”

“Please stop teasing me, Rafey.” You whine.

“Please stop teasing me, Rafey.” He mocks, and you think he’s going to keep torturing you but two thick fingers are suddenly being shoved knuckle deep inside you.

“Oh, fuck!” His fingers start fucking you at a brutal pace, this thumb coming down to finally circle your slick covered clit. His free hand comes down on your ass again and it makes you clench around him.

“Whose pussy is this?” Rafe leans over you, his large frame caging your smaller one against the counter top, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Tell me who fucking owns you.”

“You, you own me, daddy. I’m all yours.” He straight up growls in response, his fingers fuck into you impossibly faster and his lips latch onto your neck, surely sucking a bruise into it. Marking his territory. Your walls start to pulse around him and he can tell you’re getting close.

“You gonna cum? Gonna be a good little girl and cum for your daddy?”

“Yeah I’m gonna - I’m gonna fucking cum.” You push your hips back, fucking yourself against his hand. You're about to tumble over the edge when it’s suddenly ripped away from you, Rafe pulling his fingers out of you.

“Rafe! What the fuck! I was about to cum!” You push yourself up on your hands so you can glare at him in the mirror. He smirks back at you, taking the fingers that were inside you into his mouth with a groan.

“That’s what you get for acting like a fucking brat. Besides, if you’re gonna cum, it’s gonna be on my fuckin’ cock.” He pushes you back down by the back of your head, smushing your cheek against the counter. He lines his cock up with your entrance, fully inserting himself inside you in one thrust. “Oh shiiiit, you’re so fuckin’ tight bunny. Always knew you would be.”

“Oh my goddddd.” Your eyes roll back and drool drips down the corner of your mouth onto the marble from the way he has your cheeks pressed together with his hand. He’s huge and the stretch burns so good.

“Yeah, that’s a good little slut, take this fuckin’ dick baby.” His hand travels down your back, gripping your ass harshly before gripping onto your hips. He’s fucking you so hard the sound of your hips slapping together echoes through the large bathroom and his balls are hitting your clit with every thrust. “Your little pouge still the best dick you ever had?”

“N - no, you’re the best I’ve ever had daddy, you’re filling me up so good, feels so good.” Rafe reaches into his back pocket for your phone, using his other hand to pull your ass apart for the perfect view of his cock buried deep inside you.

“I think we should show him how good I make you feel, baby. Show him you really are my girl. From now on the only slutty pictures of you are either going to be taken for me or by me, got it?”

“Yes daddy, I got it. I’m yours, only yours.” He snaps a few photos before setting the phone down on the counter. He grabs onto the back of your neck, pulling your head up so you can see in the mirror.

“Look at yourself, look at what a little slut you are for my cock. Is that fucking drool?” He laughs condescendingly, a smug smirk spread across his lips.

You look at yourself in the mirror, your makeup is running down your cheeks, your hair is a disaster from how Rafe had been tugging on it, and there was in fact, drool dripping down your chin to your chest. Your eyes travel up to Rafe and you feel like you’re going to cum right then and there. His hair is hanging in his eyes slightly but you can see them enough that the look he gives you in the mirror makes your head spin. His toned chest is covered in a thin layer of sweat and the feral moans leaving him are your new favorite sound. His hand grabs onto the front of your throat, pulling you up so your back is against his chest. The new angel has him hitting deeper and you feel that coil in your belly starting to wind up again.

“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum, feels so good, please let me cum.” You reach behind you, threading your fingers into his hair while you push your hips back against his.

“Look who can be a good girl after all, asking me to cum without me even having to tell you? That’s such a good little bunny. Go on then, cum for daddy.” His fingers find your clit and it sends you over the edge, your walls tightening around him. “That’s it, fuckin’ cum on my cock.”

He fucks you through it before chasing his own high. Pushing you back down on the counter by your lower back, he grips onto your hips, and drills into you harder than ever.

“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had, this is my fucking pussy, you’re mine. I’m gonna fill you up so full of my cum you’re going to have to walk out of this party with it dripping down your legs.”

“Fuck yes daddy, fucking fill me up, please? Want your cum.” The sound of you begging for his release does him in. Just a few more rough thrusts and he’s pushing his hips flush against your own, pumping his cum deep inside of you. He pulls out and grabs onto your asscheeks, pulling them apart so some of the cum would seep out.

“Don’t fucking move.” He grabs your phone off the counter and takes a few shots of your puffy pussy dripping with his cum. “Good girl.”

He grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you up and flipping you towards him in one swift motion. He grips your face in his hands, kissing you rough and wet and possessively. He pulls away and tucks himself back into his shorts before looking at your phone again, he goes into your texts with Jj and selects the photos he just took, typing out a message and hitting send with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Told you she was my girl.”

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theodorenottwhore · 2 months

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hey! idk if you do this kind of thing but…

rafe and reader fuck right next to rafes gf? and she’s ur bff..

last part is optional

18+

you knew this was wrong. you knew you shouldn’t do this. but fuck, the way rafe’s cock filled you up so fucking perfectly made you forget about the fact that your best friend, rafe’s girlfriend, was sleeping next to you. her back was facing towards the both of you as she snored gently, reassuring you that she was soundly asleep.

the bed shook slightly as rafe pounded into you as slowly as he could, while still being aggressive with his thrusts. you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning but when he hit that sweet spot inside of you, you couldn't help but let out a faint sigh. both of your eyes widened before rafe’s hand quickly moved towards your throat, applying enough pressure to make you feel lightheaded as he whispered into your ear, “you better shut the fuck up or we’re both screwed here, a’ight?”

you knew he was right. your heart was beating out of your chest— you didn’t even want to think about what would happen if she woke up. but fuck, it was too difficult to remain quiet when he was hitting all the right spots. “rafe f-fuck, feels so good” you murmured in return, unable to even think due to of the way he moved inside of you, your walls squeezing around him.

“you really that dumb, huh? i said, shut the fuck up.” he whispered a little louder and more aggressively, visibly irritated, before moving his hand from your throat to your mouth, forcefully covering it to ensure no more moans escape. “yeah, that’s more like it. much prettier when you shut that fucking mouth of yours.“ he gazed down at you with intense dark eyes—no affection, merely lust—before your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you clenched around him even more, sensing your orgasm nearing. he felt it too, causing him to chuckle and shake his head as he sped up, “you gonna cum right next to your best friend? such a slut, aren’t ya? not even caring about your friendship when you’re getting fucked by me. pathetic.”

all nsfw daydreams

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Yours to take

Notes: This is a continuation of It belongs to me and Mine! (but can be read individually), horny!girlfriend and possessive!Seb are at it again.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc

Genre: Smut // Words: 7.9k // [Read on AO3]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content. Public sex (reverse cowgirl, doggy, lifted missionary, first time anal). Traumatising first-years.

Synopsis: The game Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff is on, and Sebastian and his horny girlfriend can't just sit through it without indulging in their desire for each other.

Last warning: Whenever I write from Seb's perspective, it gets extra dirty. So be warned! Severe smut below!

Yours to take

She was squirming on his lap, restlessly shifting, pressing her plump arse right against his groin, grinding herself against him relentlessly. His cock was rock hard between her cheeks by now, and Sebastian would have groaned if they weren't currently surrounded by a sea of red and yellow and a whole stadium filled with Quidditch enthusiasts.

He couldn't care less about the sport in that instant, his mind was focused on the pretty girl slowly undulating on top of him, her eyes following the players as she tried to act as interested as the rest of the students sitting around them. But by the way her fingers closed around his knees, he knew she was focused on something else entirely.

His turn to shift slightly beneath her while he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. His chin rested on her shoulder as he leaned closer until his nose was pressed against her neck. “Are you okay?” he said quietly, causing her to breathe a little more strained.

She nodded and turned her head slightly, and he saw that she was biting her lip hard, not hard enough to draw blood, but she was clearly trying to hide how riled up she really was. When her eyes met his, he noticed how dilated her pupils were, blown with lust, and the sight alone would have made him come in his trousers if he wasn't trying to hold back as much as she did.

He leaned his head even closer until his lips brushed against her earlobe, and while a roar erupted through the pitch as Gryffindor scored another goal, he extended his tongue and started licking up the shell of her ear. She shivered and mewled quietly, grabbing his knees tighter as she pressed her back into his chest. He continued his ministrations, one eye on the game in front of them while he moved his tongue in broad strokes and pointed pokes over her ear.

She downright moaned when he pressed the tip of his tongue right into it, but luckily for her, another uproar made the stands shake when it was a surprised looking Hufflepuff this time who managed to throw the Quaffle through the hoops of the opposing team.

He leaned back and licked down her neck now before he closed his lips around her pulse, breathing slightly heavier against her skin as he felt her rapid heartbeat throbbing beneath his touch. She squirmed even harder against him, still masking her movements by engaging in the game, mirroring the handfuls of Ravenclaws sitting around them.

She didn't fool anyone though, at least not him, most of her house seemed rather uninterested in Quidditch when their own team wasn't playing, which in turn had played into their cards when he had pulled her tiny frame onto his lap in the far back row. The view was great from here, but his view was even better as he watched the blush moving over her face and down her neck.

He kept sucking on her sensitive skin, working yet another mark into the slender column of her neck, and she whimpered quietly on top of him, now grabbing his arms as she pushed her body even firmer against his while she tilted her head slightly to give him more access.

His cock ached behind the tight confines of his trousers as her arse writhed against it, and he groaned into her skin before he sank his teeth into her neck teasingly, nibbling on the bruise until he soothed it with a long stroke of his tongue. Kissing back up her head, he pressed his lips to her jaw until she turned her head and met his gaze.

The heat swirled around them like the breeze coming from the mountains, and without hesitation, their mouths collided for a searing kiss while more roars and cries echoed all around them. The game was still going strong, Hufflepuff seemed to turn it around to everyone's surprise as Gryffindor still lamented their bruised egos.

The noises masked the heavy breaths they exchanged as he circled his tongue around hers while his hands moved down to her waist, his fingers digging into her sides demandingly. She held onto his wrists and leaned into the kiss, the movement of her arse paused momentarily. As he leaned away a little to catch his breath, she watched him with her lips parted and swollen, her gaze even more hungry now.

“What do you need?” he asked quietly as he leaned to her ear, kissing her earlobe.

She buried her nose in his hair, breathing heavily. “You,” she whimpered, her lips brushing against his forehead. “Inside me,” she added and leaned a hand up to grab his hair and pull him back so he could look at her.

He licked his lips and smirked at her. “Right here?”

She nodded frantically, her other hand already pulling up her skirt as she shifted on top of him. The stiff fabric moved up her backside as she crouched on top of him while it was still covering her thighs in the front. He leaned back slightly to take in the view and raised his eyebrows appreciatively when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

With her skirt pulled up enough so she could rub her bare cheeks against the front of his breeches, she turned back around fully and put her hands on his legs as she spread her own a little wider, leaving it to him to do the rest. He inhaled deeply and looked around for a moment, his hands moving down her hips until they were under her skirt, eagerly caressing her soft flesh.

The game kept going around them, with players flying all about, Quaffles and Bludgers whirring through the air, the score moving up and down inconsistently while the sea of red and yellow roared and cheered and booed. Sebastian had never imagined to be doing this so publicly, during a Quidditch match no less, right there on the stands, with no opportunity to hide. Her skirt was the only barrier between those prying eyes and them, and he feared it wasn't enough.

But his lust for her, fuelled by her insatiable hunger, made him move his fingers down to the buttons of his trousers, and after a little bit of fumbling as he couldn't really see what he was doing, he managed to free his throbbing dick from its confines. It sprang free and right between her plump arse cheeks, and she moaned softly when his tip pressed against her wet folds.

He let her squirm against him for another moment, as one of his hands came up from beneath her skirt and grabbed her waist, while the other held his base, ready to plunge his eager cock into her warm depths. He knew she didn't need any kind of preparation, he could feel her slick against his hand as it coated his tip.

She was ready, she was always ready for him, and maybe she even liked it when he pushed into her tight channel like this, forcing his girth into her clenching walls, he certainly did because the way she gripped him when he would, was like nothing he had ever felt before. And just thinking about it, made him leak already. Inhaling deeply, he dug his fingers into her side and motioned her to lift herself slightly.

When she complied, her whole body tense, he pressed his tip against her entrance, feeling the tight squeeze of her muscles before he slipped past the resistance until his crown was gripped by her walls. She mewled against him, one hand raised to cover her mouth, as the other dug sharp fingernails into his leg. He pressed his lips together, suppressing a groan, and slowly kept pushing until he removed his hand and, with both hands on her hips, forced her firmly down on him until he was completely buried within her tight wet depths.

She cursed under her breath and thrashed her head into his shoulder, while he breathed heavier and closed his eyes for a moment, savouring the warm sensation of the almost suffocating grip of her pussy. While he let her adjust to the stretch, he took another look around the stands and smoothed her skirt around them, covering any possibly visible skin before his hands came to rest on her stomach, pulling her further into him yet.

He was tempted to grab her breasts and make her ride him like there was no tomorrow, but he was still too wary to be too brash in public. He didn't care about himself, he'd been scolded before for disturbing the peace and quiet of the castle, but he usually managed to keep her out of harm's way (if she wouldn't put herself there on her own sometimes). But he was worried about her reputation, and even though the insane idea to fuck her in front of everyone to show them who she belonged to was growing on him, he was not ready to indulge in such obscenities just yet.

So fucking her on the stands during a Quidditch match was the furthest he was willing to go. They could mask the fact that she was sitting on his lap despite all those empty seats around them with the excuse that she was too tiny to see properly otherwise, not that anyone cared to ask, but in his mind he needed a cover up story, knowing her skirt wouldn't be enough once she got really worked up, but he hoped the loud roaring around them and the commentator's constant mumble and the cheers and boos and whooshing of players flying by were enough to hide her noises.

He felt her breathing heavily against his hands as she shifted on his lap, slowly starting to grind against him, moving her hips in tight circles as she worked her walls against his hard cock. He leaned back against the low wall of the stands with a deep groan, his hands returning to her waist as he held and assisted her in her endeavours. He felt her thighs twitching and pressing against his legs, her fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers, and when he pushed his hips upwards against her, a deep shudder rushed through her small body as she let out a strained moan.

She then leaned forwards on her arms propped on his knees and, with the tiniest of movements, worked her hips against him, slowly moving up only to slam back down on him hard, again and again, her arse cheeks rubbing against his lower stomach as she began to bounce on him slightly. He was proud of her for holding back so much, he knew she could do these same motions much, much rougher and faster, really riding him with all she had, making her breasts jiggle deliciously.

He'd usually preferred her facing him so he could see all those movements and maybe even bury his face between her taut mounds or lick them or suckle on her hard nipples, if he wasn't too busy watching her face contort in ecstasy, with her blush wandering from her face down to her shoulders and chest.

But with her facing away, fully clothed on top of him, all he could focus on was the tight grip of her pussy as she moved herself up and down on him, her walls clenching around his cock, rubbing along his shaft and squeezing, before she sucked him in all the way until his tip was prodding against her cervix.

He muffled his groans by pushing his mouth to her neck, and she gasped and whimpered at the sudden touch and sound. While he kept his lips pressed to her skin, his face half-hidden by her hair, she moved faster on top of him, still trying to emulate normal Quidditch audience behaviour, mirroring the excited writhing of the crowd whenever a player would score or dodge a Bludger or get close to the Snitch (he hoped catching it would take them a little longer though).

Her movements became erratic now, her bounces shorter, and he felt that she was really struggling to keep their secret connection hidden. Leaning up to press his cheek against her ear, he grabbed her waist tighter and started moving his hips upwards in quick snaps, and she immediately dissolved on his lap, almost losing her balance.

Her hands closed around his wrists as she pushed herself against him, holding onto him for dear life as her breaths became shallow, the heat in her face a telltale sign of her arousal, but luckily for her it was a warm day and nobody cared about a red-faced girl squirming on her boyfriend's lap during an agitated match.

Sebastian kept his steady rhythm of pushing into her, while her walls clenched around him further, her entire body tensing up on top of him. Her fingernails sank into his skin as she writhed, her legs shaking badly against him as she stood slightly, hovering above him while he raised his hips in exhaustingly hard thrusts. The angle wasn't perfect, and in the end he had to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her back down so he could rut into her better from his seated position.

She quickly melted into him, her back pressed against his chest as her head lolled back into his shoulder, her lips parted as she moaned and whimpered, and he raised one hand to turn her head to him and capture her mouth to muffle her noises, one arm still tight around her stomach as his hips snapped against her with reckless abandon. He could feel her stiffening, and then a sudden jerk rushed through her spine as her muscles contracted around him while her orgasm crashed over her.

Her tightness made him groan into her mouth, and she mewled into his. Her hands clawed at his arm while her body convulsed on top of him. She was squeezing his cock so hard he didn't stand a chance to hold back any more, and with a final deep thrust he pushed her down on him with a force that made her squeal against his lips. He buried his entire length in her depths, his tight quivering balls squished between their shuddering bodies, and then felt the twitching and throbbing of his cock as thick ropes of cum spurted from his tip as he shot his seed right into her womb.

He let out a deep grunt at the same time as the stadium erupted into cheerful roars when Hufflepuff scored another goal. The game around them was a mere background noise as he focused on her heavy breaths and the twitching of her limbs against him until they both relaxed slowly, their connection still as deep, their combined warmth soothing their heated skin, and he could have stayed like this forever.

She leaned against him, and he kissed her cheek lovingly as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding onto her as exhaustion washed over him. His eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned his forehead against her shoulder. For a moment they just relished in their shared experience, the public nature of it only adding to the desire still burning within him. No one had suspected a thing. And even if someone might have noticed their erratic movements or flushed faces or heavy breaths, he couldn't care less.

“Next time,” he whispered hoarsely as he opened his eyes and watched her profile while he leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her neck. “I'll take you in the middle of the Pitch and you'll ride me like you mean it.”

He noticed the blush getting darker on her cheeks, but she nodded eagerly and turned her head to him, licking her lips.

His eyes moved over her face. “Would you like that?” he went on, his voice low and quiet. She nodded again, her pupils still blown with lust as she chewed on her swollen lips. “Say it,” he demanded under his breath.

“I want you to take me anywhere you want,” she whispered, her voice raspy, the sound of it causing shivers to rush down his spine. “Anywhere, for all of them to see. I am yours to take, Sebastian,” she added, her eyes boring into his, and he felt his cock twitching inside her hearing those words leave her beautiful mouth.

He took a shuddering breath and smiled at her before leaning in to claim her lips for a passionate kiss. She kissed him back hungrily, shifting on his lap as she turned more to him to wrap one arm around his neck while her other hand cupped his cheek.

Around them the game came to a sudden stop when the Hufflepuff seeker managed to catch the Snitch right from under the Gryffindor's nose, and the entire stands vibrated under the roar of the audience. There were boos from the red side of it, but all the other houses celebrated the unexpected win of the Hufflepuff team.

In their corner of the Ravenclaw stands, Sebastian held onto his girlfriend and couldn't care less about unexpected wins when his own win was still pressed to his body, his cock still deep inside her, claiming her as his own as his seed slowly seeped past her fluttering walls, staining the front of his breeches. Their kiss was sloppy and slowly turning more aggressive again as they both regained their composure from their combined releases.

He leaned back slightly, breathing heavily against her lips as his eyes bored into hers. Behind her the first students left their seats, but no one even looked at them, huddled together like this. The chatter subsided slowly, and when they were finally all alone, he grinned at her.

“Let's work our way down the Pitch, shall we?” he whispered, and she tilted her head in slight confusion, but instead of explaining it to her, he grabbed her waist and picked her up, pulling her off him, coaxing a soft moan out of her and a grunt out of himself, before he stood up, his legs shaking almost as badly as hers, but he managed to guide her to the front of the stands, where he pushed her stomach-first against the low railing, before he positioned himself behind her, his cock already hard again.

Down below on the grass the last players met, either with their heads hanging, or celebrating with their fists raised, and all the way above them, a Slytherin, who couldn't care less about their game, grabbed the skirt of his girlfriend and forced her legs apart before he sank his throbbing length back into her quivering depths. Her moans came free and unrestrained this time, as they both watched the stadium emptying. There were still enough students around to notice them, but he was invested now to go through with the idea to take her anywhere he wanted. Her words.

It wasn't as bold as fucking her right in the middle of a crowded Quidditch Pitch, but the idea alone made him rut into her forcefully as he grabbed her waist and drove his cock deeper into her, while she clung to the railing, her only focus on staying on her legs as she whimpered softly. He could feel her walls clenching around him as he pushed his hips against her arse in an unrelenting rhythm. His grunts left his throat unfiltered, carried away by the warm breeze hitting his sweaty face.

The wood beneath them creaked dangerously as he kept pounding into her relentlessly, his hands moving under her skirt to grab at her plump arse cheeks, kneading them and pulling them apart to allow him to push even deeper until he continuously hit that sweet spot deep within her, making her legs tremble, and he felt her shuddering helplessly, her moans still not as loud as he was used to, but loud enough to make a few people down below look up at them.

He saw her blushing hard, and she tried to hide herself from the onlookers, but he grabbed her neck tightly and forced her to stay upright. He even wrapped his other arm around her stomach to pull her against him, showing those peepers who made this girl moan so much. A dark grin made his lips curl as he continued thrusting into her hard, her body spasming in his embrace as she succumbed to her second orgasm of the day. Her hands held onto the railing as she supported herself while she moaned and thrashed her head back against his shoulder.

He barely noticed the indignant looks of the players below or how they finally left, shaking their heads or openly staring some more. Sebastian was focused on bringing his girl to new heights as he rutted into her, his grunts loud in her ear as she shuddered and trembled, her walls fluttering around his cock as he drove it in and out, fast and hard, again and again, unrelenting until she cried out once more.

She clenched around him even fiercer, really squeezing him now, and his resolve to coax all those noises out of her shattered the moment he felt his balls tightening. He tried to give her a few more thrusts, but in the end he couldn't hold it any longer and rammed his cock into her for one last time, rocking her entire body against the railing as he twitched inside her, emptying himself into her depths all over again.

His arms tight around her shivering form, he held her until he relaxed slightly. She was still trembling against him, her soft little moans quiet now and only for him to hear. Inhaling deeply, he pulled out then, feeling her tight pussy protesting. With his spent cock pressing against her inner thigh, he stepped between her legs and moved one hand to her wet folds, his fingers gliding through her slick until he pushed two of them past her stretched entrance.

She groaned and shivered, her lips parted, as he drove his digits deeper, pushing his seed further into her pussy while her muscles tightened around him lazily. When he withdrew his wet fingers, he grabbed her neck with his free hand and made her tilt her head back before he brought his soiled fingers to her lips and, without hesitation, pushed them into her mouth.

She gasped in surprise, but was quick to let her tongue flick against them, licking up their combined juices almost hungrily. He moaned deeply as he watched her, how she let him push his fingers deeper into her mouth and onto her tongue, even deep enough to feel the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag, even though she knew how much he loved it when she did it, the feeling of her body convulsing uncontrollably against him was just too delicious for him.

So he pushed his fingers deeper, and she twitched in his hold, her eyes closed with tears shimmering under her lashes, before she couldn't help it and gagged around him, her body shivering under the sudden motion, the tight squeeze of her throat around his fingertips causing him to groan and the feeling of her spit lathering his fingers enough to make him lean against her, pushing his growing erection between her folds once more.

He released her eventually, and she lurched forwards and coughed and spluttered, holding her throat as she tried to regain her composure. He felt her swallowing against the long fingers of his hand on the back of her neck, and he eased his grip slightly, before he pulled her into a comforting embrace, his hand on her head as he stroked her hair soothingly. She leaned against his chest, breathing heavily, until she relaxed again.

After a moment, he leaned back and grabbed her jaw gently, looking at her intently, before he moved closer and poked the tip of his tongue against the corner of her mouth, lapping at the saliva dripping from her lips. She inhaled sharply at the motion before they both moved in at the same time and smashed their mouths together for a heated kiss.

She turned around then and threw herself against him, her arms wrapping around his neck while his hands moved down her backside to smooth her skirt down. As much as he loved taking her in public, he didn't want to expose her too much, and even though the stands were completely empty by now, he didn't want to risk showing her beautiful arse to just everyone. Especially with his cum dripping down her legs.

He wanted everyone to know that he had claimed her, but the love bites on her neck were enough proof of that for now. No need to show her around looking like the little slut she was for him.

Breathing deeply against her lips, he kissed her almost lazily now, just enjoying the feel of her warm tongue pressed against his while his big hands roamed the curves of her body, kneading her plump arse through the fabric of her skirt. She leaned away first, her lips swollen and her breaths ragged, as she looked up at him with a mischievous spark in her eyes.

“So, where do you want to take me next?” she asked with her voice still raspy.

He smirked at her, tilting his head to think, before he looked away and along the stands. He found the perfect place, and when he looked back at her, he quickly moved his hands lower and grabbed the back of her thighs to lift her up against him. She wrapped her legs eagerly around him as he started carrying her towards the nearest tower, her wet centre pushed against his lower stomach, staining his white shirt.

Her fingers dug into his hair as she watched him intently, lust burning in her eyes, the blush seemingly permanently etched into her beautiful face. His eyes moved over her features and his heart swelled under the realisation of how lucky he was to have her. Lucky to call her his. Lucky to do all these perverse things to her and know that she was just as into it as he was.

As he reached his goal and firmly pressed her back against the wooden wall of the tower clad in green and silver fabric, he leaned in and pushed his lips to hers. “I love you, you know that, right?” he whispered then, his breath ghosting her heated skin.

“I know,” she whispered back with a smirk, before she cupped his face and kissed him again. “And I love you too. And I love everything you do to me,” she added between kisses.

He smiled at her, his own cheeks warming up under her touch. “Everything, eh?” he repeated with a sly twinkle in his eyes.

She nodded and pressed another kiss to his cheek before she leaned towards his ear and whispered: “Take me again, Sebastian. Fill me up and make me yours all over again.”

He groaned deeply and tightened the grip of his fingers on her arse. “Anything you say, darling,” he murmured and playfully nibbled on her earlobe. He pushed her up the wall slightly as she crossed her feet behind his back, holding onto him like a little monkey. One hand still on her plump cheek to support her, he moved his other hand under her skirt and between their bodies and guided his already eager dick back to her heat.

His eyes bored into hers as he pushed his tip between her folds once more before he inhaled deeply and then pressed into her tight pussy, his cock sinking home as if it belonged right there – which it did. He filled her up and watched her reaction as he did, the tremble of her lips and the fluttering of her eyelids and how she moved her fingers back into his hair as a soft moan slipped from her throat.

He grabbed her rear once more and pulled her closer, burying himself as deeply as possible as her walls gripped him invitingly, his legs shaking slightly under the exertion. “Ugh, you take me so well,” he grunted and leaned his forehead against her chest for a moment, inhaling deeply to fill his nostrils with the sweet scent of her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. “You're made for me...” he mumbled, his fingers kneading her arse cheeks, teasing between them. “And only for me...”

“Only for you,” she confirmed quietly and caressed his hair softly. He looked up slowly and met her warm gaze, her pupils dilated with love instead of lust, her tender smile almost too much for him to handle.

Lucky. That was what he was. Despite everything he did and had done to her, she was still looking at him like this, so gentle and loving and completely devoted. She was his, and she finally knew it. He felt his lips trembling and quickly leaned in to press them against hers, claiming her mouth for a passionate kiss as he started moving his hips against her, slowly slipping in and out, back and forth, until he fell into a faster rhythm and pushed her up the wall with each powerful thrust.

She gripped his hair and moaned into his mouth, their tongues wrestling sensually while he pounded her as if it was the last thing he would do on this earth. His grunts were swallowed by her kiss, and soon he felt light-headed and dizzy, but kept ramming his cock into her hard and fast, her legs trembling and pressing against his sides as her feet dug into his lower back.

Eventually she broke the kiss and thrashed her head back, a loud cry of pleasure erupting from her throat as her muscles contracted around him, gripping him so tightly he was barely able to keep moving, but he forced through, fucking her roughly through her release.

Her body shuddered in his embrace as she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck, her entire weight now off the wall and on him, and he leaned one hand against the wall to keep himself upright, as he held her with the other, his hips snapping upwards into her with a force that surprised himself. Groaning and grunting, he pushed through, letting her walls milk him more and more, yet he was determined to bring her even higher.

The hand on her arse moved lower and teased against her other hole. He felt her squirming against him and a loud whimper escaping her as he pushed a finger past the tight ring of muscles and held it there, feeling her clenching around it, while he kept ravishing her pussy with forceful thrusts. The extra stimulation made her spasm against him, and he had trouble standing under her weight and convulsions.

Somehow he managed to turn around and lean against the wall himself, his own noises bleeding into hers as she came undone around him once more, her juices flowing freely around his cock and squirting against his balls. He steadied himself and brought his gaze up, seeing the castle looming in front of him, with all those windows looking towards the Quidditch Pitch. The idea of anyone being able to see them like this was exhilarating and made him move faster against her. He even pushed his finger deeper into her tight little hole.

She wailed at the sensation and held onto him desperately, burying her face in his shoulder, her noises so sweet and innocent in his ears, those tiny whimpers and moans and heavy breaths that he had committed to memory long ago. If there was only one sound he could hear for the rest of his life and nothing else, he would always choose the moment she would climax against him, when her voice was softest, the most vulnerable, when she was dependent on his grip on her and melted into him like she was truly a part of him.

He made her come one more time, with his hips snapping against her as he fucked her open, his cock moving easily in and out, his rapid rhythm quickly pushing her over the edge as her body tensed around him, and when her pussy gripped his length from tip to base, he let out a loud grunt and stilled within her, feeling his balls shuddering as he released his seed into her womb once more.

She whimpered quietly into his ear as she held onto him, her muscles contracting around his cock and his finger, and despite the exhausting twitches of his body as he emptied himself inside her, he kept poking at her hole, eager to coax more noises out of her. She complied, writhing slightly, her tight entrance slowly stretching as he pushed deeper until he was knuckles deep, and she moaned hoarsely.

“Do you like that?” he breathed heavily against her. “Do you like me claiming all of your holes?”

She let out a strained grunt as he slipped his finger out and pushed in two now, stretching her even more. “Mhmm,” she made, obviously trying to hold down her noises at the unknown sensation.

“What was that?” he asked harshly, bringing his lips to her ear before biting down on her earlobe roughly.

Another grunt escaped her. “Y-yes...” she whimpered breathlessly.

“Say it,” he demanded, his fingers moving in and out of her arse quicker now, while his cock still twitched inside her pussy, already hardening all over again under the feeling of her tightness.

“I-I... I want... I like... ah...” She was really struggling against his ministrations, squirming against his body as her thighs pressed hard against his waist. “My... my holes... are yours...” she managed to croak out eventually, and he smirked darkly, his breaths shallow once more.

“Would you like to have my cock in that tight hole? Right now?” he whispered into her ear, a shudder rushing through her.

When she nodded, his heart fluttered in excitement, and even though he wanted to tease her more, the growing anticipation got to him first, and he slipped his fingers out of her and grabbed her waist to slowly pull her off him. Her legs loosened around him, and she watched him with her lips parted and her cheeks flushed deeply.

He carried her towards one of the benches and sat her down gently before he looked at her for a moment with his heart beating faster and his cock twitching eagerly, ready to explore yet another part of her body.

“Turn around,” he told her almost breathlessly. She nodded and stood, turning around until she straddled the bench with her back to him. “Lie down,” he continued, one hand around his hard length as he watched her with his mouth running dry from the sight alone.

She leaned forwards and pressed her chest to the wooden bench before she crossed her arms in front of her and rested her cheek on them, her arse still in the air, her skirt pushed up all the way to reveal the entirety of her backside, from the small clenching hole to her quivering cunt, her wetness and his seed seeping past her folds.

He had never seen anything more arousing.

Stepping closer on shaking legs, he put his hands on her curves and gently caressed her soft flesh while he manoeuvred his cock between her legs, teasingly moving it against her inner thighs, letting their combined juices drip onto him. His attention went back to the tight ring of muscles, and he inhaled deeply to keep himself from ramming into her immediately, wanting nothing more than to ravish her arse so she'd feel his intrusion weeks from now.

But he stopped himself, never wanting to hurt her despite all the deranged things he made her do. So he fumbled his wand out of his pocket and pressed the tip against her skin, easing her muscles and letting a soft stream of water rush down and past her agitated skin. She moaned softly under the sensation. Pocketing his wand, he moved his index finger closer and slipped it into her slowly, moving it in tantalizing circles to stretch her properly.

She writhed beneath him, and he felt her wetness increasing as his cock bounced excitedly against her folds. He grabbed it with his free hand and swiped it through her slick, thoroughly coating himself before he brought his tip to her other hole. Removing his finger with a wet pop, he quickly pushed his cock against it, and while he inched it deeper into the tight space, feeling the grip her muscles had on him, he moved his free hand down to rub it over her swollen pussy.

Another moan escaped her, and he felt her shuddering as she battled both the stimulation of his hand and the unknown pressure of his intrusion. A whimper ripped from her when he managed to push his tip into her arse, the tightness almost too much for him, let alone for her, but he kept going slowly, his breaths tense as he felt her muscles protesting against him. He groaned deeply while she whimpered, and to make things easier for both of them, or so he hoped, he gritted his teeth and pushed in all the way with a single snap of his hips, forcing his way deeper until his balls slapped against her folds.

She cried out, her noises muffled as she bit down on her arm, quiet sobs emerging from her as he filled her tight arse with his girthy cock. His grunt was equally pained. “You're so fucking tight,” he breathed with a strain to his voice, and he had to lean his hands on her hips to gather himself for a moment.

Her legs gave way then, and she almost slipped down and away from him if it wasn't for his grip. Brought back to his senses slightly, he stepped closer and grabbed her legs to pull them up on the bench behind her, making her stretch out until she lay on her stomach while he straddled her thighs and pulled her hips up slightly as he sank deeper into her arse, the prone position making her even tighter. Yet it was all he ever wanted, buried in her warmth, held snug by her muscles, so closely connected everything around him ceased to exist.

It was just him and her. And the approaching footsteps, but none of them registered them just yet.

He carefully sat down on her legs now, smirking to himself as he realised he was riding her now. She groaned under his weight and his cock sinking even deeper, but she only buried her face in her arms and let it happen – because she was his good girl, and he knew she would never deny him.

His hands moved to her shoulders, his fingers hooking around them lightly before they moved down her back and traced the arch of her spine back up to the curve of her rear where he slipped his hands underneath her skirt to push it back up, exposing her rosy cheeks to him. They became even rosier when he started smacking his flat hand to them, and she squeaked and cried out every time, squirming beneath him, her muscles tightening around his cock with each writhing of her body.

Once he was happy with how red her arse was, he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him a little more before he started moving his hips against her, slightly squatting above her to get better leverage. Rocking her back and forth on the bench, he fell into a steady rhythm of pulling back and pushing back in, each movement of his cock against her tight muscles coaxing these deep whimpers out of her. He felt his thighs burning under the exertion, but he kept going, the tight squeeze of her arse around him quickly pushing him towards the edge.

And as much as he fought to not fall over it, he couldn't help it. His balls tightened and his thrusts became rougher, and with a loud groan he rammed his length all the way into her as his seed pushed out of him with a force he had never experienced before. She wailed loudly, her muscles contracting around him, milking every last drop of cum out of his painfully twitching cock while he shuddered against her, the grip on her waist so tight he was sure to leave bruises on her soft skin.

Eventually he folded, quite literally as he leaned forwards and rested his entire body on hers while exhaustion made his head spin. She groaned, but didn't protest much. She probably couldn't with how he pushed all the air out of her lungs like this. He just wanted a short moment to relax on top of her, and he knew she could handle it. Breathing heavily against her ear, making strands of her hair fly, he cradled his arms around her head before kissing her cheek and leaning back up, and she immediately took several deep breaths.

Rolling his shoulders he remained sitting on her thighs, his cock buried deep within her arse, as he took a look around and let his eyes wander once more over the impressive sight of the castle nearby, and all its windows.

But in the end it wasn't someone looking out of the window, having to imagine what the two tiny specks on the stands of the Quidditch Pitch were doing, but someone who got a much better view. A strained gasp made Sebastian look up, and for a moment he froze when he noticed the flushed looking first-year staring at them, only a few metres away, arm still outstretched to retrieve a scarf that had fallen to the floor.

Beneath him, the girl he was buried in looked up as well and squirmed immediately against him before she hid her face in her arms again, cursing under her breath.

“Hey kid, move along,” the older boy told the still staring child. “Nothing to see here.”

His rough voice made the younger boy flinch and he quickly turned around and ran away. Sebastian chuckled darkly. “Traumatised another first-year,” he mused, his entire body shaking under the tremors of his deep laugh. She writhed beneath him and groaned.

“Don't sound so proud about it,” she whispered hoarsely.

“But I am!” he said and sighed deeply, still laughing slightly. “Also, for all he knew, I could have given you a much needed back massage.”

“Sure, with your cock buried in my bum,” she hissed, but chuckled too.

He looked down then and raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. His cock was indeed buried within her, out of sight, and the rest of him was covered by his loose shirt. “Well, not sure he understood what exactly happened here. He might have seen your red arse cheeks though.”

She let out an exasperated grunt. “Brilliant...”

“Hey, don't worry. At least it wasn't your pussy, just your pretty bum!” he said and slapped her tender cheek once more for good measure, coaxing a soft cry out of her throat. He caressed her irritated flesh then, his palms rubbing over the red skin softly. “Besides, it's not like this was the first time, right?” he added darkly, remembering the incident in the Prefects' Bathroom and how her plump arse had floated in the water for everyone to see who entered the room.

She scoffed and mumbled something under her breath. He only smirked and shook his head, before he grabbed her waist again and pushed himself up, slowly pulling his length out of her tight space. Another whimper escaped her and he gritted his teeth as well, but once he was out, a few last drops of cum dripping from his tip, he stepped back and, ignoring her protests, forced her legs apart, wanting to see the impact of his intrusion.

Her hole was gaping slightly and his thick seed seeped out of her in small lumps, with every clench of her muscles, the sight making his head spin all over again. It dripped down eventually and joined the cum caked to her pussy and thighs. He inhaled sharply and moved a hand through his hair, overwhelmed by what he saw.

“You look so good right now,” he whispered breathlessly. She squirmed on the bench, unconsciously or not wriggling her reddened cheeks at him, and he felt his spent cock twitching all over again. “You always look so good... and I have no idea how I can make it through the day without having you pinned to the wall every few metres. You drive me insane, woman...” he added under his breath, and upon hearing his words, she rolled onto her side and smirked up at him, her face flushed and her eyes a little puffy.

When she stood up on trembling legs, he quickly grabbed her in support, holding her elbows as she placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. “Let's be crazy together then,” she whispered and leaned up on her toes. He tilted his chin down and met her swollen lips. He tasted copper when he kissed her softly, wondering if she had bitten her lip too forcefully when he had impaled her cute little arse.

“Did it hurt?” he asked quietly after a lasting and surprisingly chaste kiss.

She nodded and licked her lips, her tongue brushing against him as well.

“Would you do it again?” His voice was hoarse, and he dreaded her answer for a moment. But then she confirmed something he had always known: she would do anything for him.

“Yes,” she whispered and pressed her raw lips to his once more, eagerly pushing her tongue into his mouth. He stood there, holding her, watching her, moving his tongue with hers, while something warm flooded his stomach.

He smiled against her and moved his hands down her curves to cup her warm arse cheeks. She whimpered slightly, but quickly complied as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up at the same time as he lifted her into his arms. Her legs moved back around his waist.

“Right now?” she asked with her eyes widening slightly as he carried her towards yet another part of the stands.

“We're still nowhere near the middle of the Pitch, aren't we?” he teased and winked at her, and despite the exhausted groan escaping her, she held his gaze and smiled back almost shyly, but he didn't miss the mischievous spark in her eyes.

“Let's traumatise some more first-years then, eh?” she laughed, and he chuckled in return, leaning down to kiss her quickly, knowing fully well that he had corrupted her completely, not just by claiming all her holes, but by planting even more perverted ideas into her pretty head.

He might have finally found a kindred spirit, an equal in his perverted endeavours, and he couldn't be happier about it. The twitch of his cock against her arse was just one telltale sign for that.

End notes: And thus we complete the (un)holy trinity: oral (It belongs to me), vaginal (Mine!) and now anal (this one). Didn't plan it out like that, but this is how things work sometimes.

No mention of any Horny Ghost this time, but there is still another spicy idea in the back of my mind, so we'll see when that will come to pass.

Also, uh, I do feel sorry for that poor kid catching them in the act (or after), but if we learned anything from being a student at Hogwarts than that trauma(tm) is part of the education.

Thanks for reading!

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theodorenottwhore · 3 months

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Draco lovers help me find this fanfic!!

I cannot for the life of me find this fanfiction I read last year, here are some details I remember:

It’s an enemies to lovers,

Draco sleeps with the girl Theo has liked for years and is heartbroken so he and Blaise decide to give Draco a taste of his own medicine by asking his enemy (the main character) to make him fall in love with her.

she agrees and they make an unbreakable vow

in return she wants money for her and Pansy’s future house

the main character is a slytherin and Pansy Parkinson’s best friend

At some point in the story the main character and Theo end up having sex in the library

Both Draco and the Main character end up falling for each other and Theo confronts her in the astronomy tower (I believe it’s the astronomy tower)

the main character is in slytherin btw

please if you know the name of this fanfiction please comment!!

#blaise zabini #draco malfoy #theodore nott smut #theo nott #harry potter #draco malfoy smut #theodore nott

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stalker! theo who falls for a pretty little ravenclaw after you run into him in the hall, flustered and frenzied as your books and parchment spill out of your hands.

stalker! theo who listens to his raven mumble apologetically, rambling about deadlines and deadbeat project partners who left you to complete an assignment all alone.

stalker! theo who watches in fascination as you scramble to get yourself sorted, apologizing and sniffling for running into him.

stalker! theo who stares at your pretty doe eyes filled with tears, lower lip trembling as you timidly take the papers that he's gathered and organized for you.

stalker! theo who smirks at the little flush that creeps up your neck when your fingers brush together. your voice a quiet little rasp as you murmur, thank you theo.

stalker! theo who is a little surprised that you even knows his name, mesmerized at how pretty you look when you cry, leaning down to fluster you a little more before he whispers, you're welcome, little raven.

stalker! theo who honest to merlin felt his heart stop when you reward him with a smile. a shy little smile that has him hooked from that day forward.

stalker! theo who finds your deadbeat partner and threatens him to pull his weight or else he'll pull his intestines out of his body if he makes theo's little raven cry again.

stalker! theo who can't help but smile when you grin at him in the halls, waving shyly as you pass by with your group of friends who tease you as you blush prettily for him.

stalker! theo who starts to crave you more than cigarettes. who asks anything and everything about you. finding out your class schedule, your dorm number, your favorite spots in hogsmeade.

stalker! theo who watches you study in the library, hiding behind stacks and stacks of books, keeping an eye on his pretty raven as you recite facts under your breath, anxiously biting down on your lip and tapping the end of your quill against your chin when you come across a particularly hard question.

stalker! theo who follows you all the way back to your dorm, making sure you get in safely. lurking in the shadows as you cautiously look over your shoulder, pretty eyes alert and ready as you squint in the darkness.

stalker! theo who finds a sick thrill in watching you shiver as your gaze passes through the spot he's hiding in, eyes unfocused and glazed as you gloss over him in the darkness of the castle, steps picking up as you climb your way up ravenclaw tower, answering the riddle whilst clutching your wand closer to your chest.

stalker! theo who waits until he know you're good and settled, because he knows how long your bedtime routine is, knows you like to shower and stick to your skincare routine religiously before tucking yourself into bed and cuddling your little stuffie to sleep.

stalker! theo who lets himself into your dorm with a master key he nicked from dumbledore's office, sneaking quietly into your room and making himself right at home.

stalker! theo who nosily flickers through the knickknacks on your desk, all perfectly lined up in neat little rows, which he returns them to before sauntering over to your bookshelves and tracing over the notes and lines that you'd scribbled onto the worn, yellow pages.

stalker! theo who hovers by your bed, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face and smiling as he watches you sleep peacefully, all snuggled up in bed. thumb brushing over your cheek as he presses his lips against yours in a sweet little peck before whispering, sweet dreams, my pretty little raven.

stalker! theo who freezes when you stir, fingers reaching for him in the dark, while you softly murmur in your sleep. please, theo. the bulge in his trousers growing while you moan and whimper so desperately. desperate for him.

stalker! theo who exhales a shaky breath, knowing that it's wrong, so wrong to invade your privacy like this, but he just can't help himself. you bring out the addictive, compulsive side to him and he's obsessed.

stalker! theo who is pilfering through your dresser, pulling out a pair of your pretty lace pink panties. who knows how fucked up it is to touch himself like this even as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his boxers down, wrapping your panties around his cock before stroking himself, getting off on listening to your pretty little sounds, still moaning his name in your sleep.

stalker! theo who is panting and gasping as he pumps himself while a choked groan crawls up his throat. he tries to tamper down his noises by biting his lip, canines sinking into his bottom lip so hard that he’s breaking skin and drawing blood. watching as crimson dots you bedsheets.

stalker! theo who finishes all over your pretty panties, covering the lace in his cum while you continue to dream, blissful and unaware of the filthy, dirty way he’d wanked himself off right beside you.

stalker! theo who leans down to murmur, fuck. you don’t know what you do to me, principessa. i fucking adore you. i’d do anything for you. there’s no limit to the lengths i’d go to just to make you smile. theo sighs, kissing your temple. you’re mine, cara mia. even if you don’t now it yet. i promise that you will soon, y/n. i’ll make you mine no mater what it takes.

stalker! theo who lingers by the door cause he can’t help but sneak one last glance at you. smiling softly, he watches adoringly as you snuggle your stuffie closer. his heart threatens to burst at the precious sight and in that moment theo knows. he’d do anything for you. he’d kill for you. he’d die for you. but for now, he has to settle for the memory of your soft rasp, saying his name over and over again like a prayer.

stalker! theo who leans against the doorway, slipping your pretty pink panties into his pocket for safekeeping before whispering softly in the darkness, goodnight, my pretty little raven.

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Idk if this is dark!Rafe but dark!Rafe who's fucking toppers girlfriend in his own bed at a party HE is hosting and invited Rafe too 😋

Your face was on fire as it was being pressed down into the mattress, a large hand on the back of your neck to keep you in place. The music was loud enough downstairs, to keep what was happening in the party host’s bedroom a secret. You could barely make anything out other than pathetic whimpers as Rafe Cameron slammed his massive dick into your tight hole.

“If only Top could see you right now.” Rafe laughed as his left hand came down on your ass hard as he watched it jiggle. “What? His dick not big enough for you?” He laughed even harder.

You had only been dating Topper a few months, and your sex life was subpar to say the least. You wanted something dark, something exciting and Rafe eyes had been boring into you from the moment he saw you tonight. He was fucking you at a brutal pace, not giving a fuck that the two of you were in your boyfriend’s bed. Your manicured nails digging into the sheets as you started to run from the intense pleasure that was taking over.

“Where you going? Don’t fucking run from me.” He rasped out.

The hand that was pressed at the back of your neck was removed only to place both of your hands behind your back. “R-rafe!” You squeaked, the girth of his dick stretching you out completely. “I can’t- too much.” This man must of been crazy, as you heard him chuckle behind you while you were drunk off his cock.

“You can fucking take it slut, quit whining.” His voice low as he removed one hand from your arm to grip your chin. You looked up at him, his blue eyes darkened into something that made your pussy squeeze around him. “Fucking cumslut.” He grinned at you, as you gushed around him.

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⎯⎯ CRYBABY, ┆ navigation. masterlist.

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: aemond targaryen loves how much of a crybaby his sweet little girlfriend is.

༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ warnings: minors dni. smut, modern!aemond 𝓍 gf!reader, afab reader, profanity, mean!aemond (but he’s obsessed with u), dumbification, size kink, daddy kink, bdsm, subspace, innocence + breeding kink, creampie, p in v sex, pet names, obsessive & possessive behavior.

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 ༘ ࣪𓂃 ෆ i love writing this trope sm. !!! ♡🩰 pls don’t forget to leave me ur feedback − overall, it helps me become a better writer for future works & thank u sm for reading. ♡!

AEMOND TARGARYEN LOVES HOLDING YOU DOWN UNDER HIM WHILE FUCKING YOU − especially positioning you into the mating press; he goes absolutely feral for it, using his stronger body weight to crush you, snapping his narrow hips against yours until they bruise, wanting nothing more than to spill another load of his cum deep inside of your womb.

“d-daddy,” you squeal, practically sobbing as he ruthlessly continues ploughing into your sopping, wet little cunt, causing aemond to chuckle darkly as he presses your knees more so against your naked bosom, heavy balls slapping against your little ass with each harsh, dominating thrust of his.

aemond coos, “awh, is it too much for you, little baby? hm?” he mocks, “does it hurt? tell daddy where it hurts − does it hurt… here?” he asks, reaching one big, masculine hand down and pressing down meanly against your lower belly where his well-endowed cock bulges, making you shriek.

“yes, y-yes daddy!” you cry out, fat tears slipping down the sides of your flushed cheeks, and all you can do is lie there and take it like a good little girl.

but aemond doesn’t stop, no − he continues pounding into you even harder, his whole body jerking forward with each rough thrust, his taut abs clenching, his lithe back muscles rippling as he fucks into your heat, whispering nasty, loving praises into your ear, listening to you as you babble for him − for your daddy.

“such a good little crybaby for daddy,” he coos lovingly, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your teary face, tasting your sweet tears. “aren’t you? aren’t you my good little crybaby, hm?” he hums, before snarling and giving your face a quick, little slap, “answer your fucking daddy, princess,” he snarls, rolling his hips against yours as he continues his rough, brutal pace.

hastily, you nod your head jerkily, wanting to always please your daddy whichever way you can − wanting to always be his good little girl.

“y-yes, daddy! yes yes yes − i’m.. ‘m your good little crybaby,” you wail, practically babbling now, your doe eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your belly tightens, little toes curling from the endless pleasure, feeling your third orgasm approaching too quickly.

aemond gives a breathy little snicker, watching as you try to squirm away, but he doesn’t let you − quickly reaching down to pinch your sensitive, engorged clit, giving your overstimulated clit quick, mean little slaps, chuckling darkly as you squeal, bucking your hips up and down rapidly, trying to get away from his slaps before you feel him pressing the rough pad of his thumb down on your clit, rubbing and massaging it, as if trying to soothe your achey princess parts.

however, aemond doesn’t allow you to escape your punishment from trying to squirm away from him (he never does) − and with quick reflexes, he easily restrains you once more with his body weight on top of you, fully crushing you under him for him to use as he pleases.

“don’t try that again, baby,” he scowls, quickening his thrusts until he’s fucking you like some feral, uncaged beast, “or i’ll just have to spank your little ass red, just as red as the bottoms of those new louis vuitton heels i’ve just bought you,” he scolds you, the sweaty skin of his hard, bare chest clinging to yours, rubbing against your sensitive little nipples, stimulating them.

on the next thrust, the slight curve of aemond’s cock keeps hitting your sweet spot just right, sending electric shocks of pure, agonizing pleasure all throughout your body, to the tips of your little pastel pink painted toes, making you cream around his cock and soak his thighs, sobbing your boyfriend’s name over and over and over again as you climax once again.

feeling aemond’s body weight on top of you, crushing you underneath him, all around you, cocooning you, overwhelms your fuzzy mind, your nerves feeling like they are on fire − and feeling aemond continuously fucking into you is making you feel as though you’re about to black out, too consumed by the endless ecstasy he’s giving you, too stuffed with his cock and loads of cum.

then, you feel as he continues rubbing your swollen clit in tight, fast little circles, a cruel smile on his face as he listens to you sob girlishly, begging for him to stop.

“such a nasty little whore,” he laughs meanly, the muscles of his pelvis hitting your clit every time he sheathes himself inside of you, fucking you frantically, feeling your cunt clenching around his shaft every time he thrusts back inside your abused, fluttering cunt.

“do you hear that, baby?” he asks, hearing the way your soaking cunt squelches every time he thrusts back into you, making his one-eye light up with delight − something deep and dark and primal inside of him purring possessively at the sounds that your pretty cunt makes.

“listen,” he purrs into your ear, fucking into your faster and harder, allowing you to hear yourself − the sloppy, wet noises that your overstimulated cunt makes every time he forces his way back inside, your breathy moans, the loud slap slap slap noises of his heavy balls slapping wetly against your ass − fuck, all of it makes you cry even harder.

aemond laughs, “messy baby,” he teases, smirking before he leans down to suckle at one of your bouncing tits, humming as he presses his face against the swell of your breasts, licking and sucking and nipping at your swollen, puffy little nipples, your chest flushed and heaving with every thrust of your daddy’s cock pounding inside of your weeping cunt.

“daddy, please! i can’t take anymore—“ you begin to scream-cry, your plush thighs shaking, the headboard of your bed slamming into your bedroom wall, no doubt creating dents.

aemond tuts, a feral growl escaping him as he roughly grabs the fat of your soft thighs, fisting them harshly as he holds them, digging his blunt fingernails into the meat of them, knowing he’ll leave marks − just as he left marks all over the rest of your body: between your thighs, your perky tits, your neck and collarbones, even some on your lower belly, knowing of your insecurities and wanting you to know that he loved them, that he was obsessed with your little belly and only wanted to see you grow even bigger with his baby inside of your womb.

oh, and aemond can just imagine you − big and round and swollen with his child, all achey and needy for him, so full of him, just like you’re so full of him now. soon, soon you’ll be pregnant, he has no doubt.

“you’ll take what i give you and you’ll thank me for it, won’t you?” he asks breathlessly, feeling his taut stomach tightening, signaling another orgasm of his own − another load of his cum filling your womb. “won’t you, baby?” he snaps, quickly reaching up with one of his hands and pinching one of your swollen, puffy nipples between two of his long, deft fingertips, making you squeal and nod dumbly, obediently.

“yes, yes daddy!” you squeak, nearly going cross-eyed.

the thought of filling you with another load of his cum makes aemond lose his mind, panting as he pounds into you faster, faster, faster, until he’s barely pulling out, just constantly snapping his pelvis against yours, knowing you’ll barely be able to walk in the morning.

suddenly, with a low curse, aemond is spurting his hot cum into you once again, groaning lowly as he fills you up, stuffing your slick cunt with thick ropes of his cum, hearing you mewl meekly beneath him.

“t-thank you, d-daddy…!!! thank you, thank you, thank you—“ you wail, your squishy, fleshy walls squeezing him so tightly as you come once again with him, milking his cock and creating a creamy, stringy ring around the base of his cock, soaking the neatly trimmed platinum curls decorating his pelvis.

breathlessly, aemond leans down and claims your lips in a wet, sloppy kiss, your tongues messily tangling together, with aemond of course dominating you − he feels your soft, dainty little hands pawing at his back, knowing you cherished his closeness, even when he manhandles you.

“see, you little tart?” aemond hums against your mouth, keeping your mouths connected as he speaks against it, continuing his wet, possessive kisses, “told you you’d thank me.”

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"A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes" - Stepfather!Aemond Targaryen x Cinderella!Reader

Summary: When your mother passes away suddenly, you are left in the care of your stepfather, Prince Aemond, who is overprotective to say the least. Things get out of hand when he refuses to let you attend the ball in honor of Prince Jacaerys' nameday...

TW: extremely dubious consent, dark/possessive/yandere behavior, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, slight corruption kink?, STEPCEST, choking, spit kink, spanking, pussy slapping, oral f receiving, fingering, anal fingering, overstim, p in v sex, hair pulling, light face slapping

Word Count: 5,010 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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The passing of your lord father was a loss that almost devastated your family, not only emotionally but also financially. And so, your mother remarried sooner than she was comfortable with, bringing you, her daughter of only eight and ten, with her. You adored your mother with every fiber of your being, but you found it quite surprising that she managed to capture the attention of Prince Aemond Targaryen. She was nine years his senior, while you were nine years younger than him, a strange situation and one that was very likely gossiped about throughout the realm.

The match between your mother and Aemond was not one of love, but rather one of convenience. You knew she still carried a torch for your father and likely always would, for he was the great love of her life. Aemond was in need of a wife who did not bother him and stayed out of his way, allowing the young man of seven and twenty to train as he pleased. You were surprised, however, at the interest he took in you, seeking you out in his spare time for conversation or walks around your family’s King’s Landing manse. You thought his attentions harmless, at least at first. Then you noticed the way his eye lingered on the curve of your hips as you walked, any hint of your cleavage that showed through your dresses. You did not tell your mother, for what was the point? Aemond was a good, respectable prince and would never act on his lustful impulses. There was no point in worrying her unnecessarily.

And then, one year to the day after the wedding, she died. The maesters said her heart simply stopped in the middle of the night. She was a perfectly healthy woman, so you found this hard to believe. However, with her gone, Aemond became the heir to your family’s manse and seemed quite content to continue living there with you rather than returning to the Keep, stating that he found the environment there to be quite stifling. You kept to yourself for the most part after your mother’s death, focusing on lessons with your septa, longing for the day Aemond would send you off to some lord to be married and get you out of his hair.

However, it has now been a year since your mother’s passing, and no such plans have been made. You are a young woman of twenty and it is the talk of the court why Prince Aemond’s stepdaughter has not been married off to someone like Prince Jacaerys or Lord Cregan Stark. A grand ball is announced in honor of Prince Jacaerys’ nameday, and it is decreed that all eligible maidens in the realm are invited to attend. You have not gone to any feasts or balls since your mother’s passing, but you decide to steel your nerves and ask your stepfather if you might attend this one, in hopes of finding a husband.

Aemond is seated at your father’s old desk in his study when you approach him, poring over some ledger or document pertaining to the household expenses. He hears your light footsteps, smirking to himself at the way you pause outside the door, hesitant to knock. The scent of your perfume wafts into the room ever so slightly, roses and jasmine, sweet just like you.

He hears you call out in that soft voice of yours that immediately has him straining against his breeches, “Stepfather? May I speak to you for a moment or are you busy?”

“I am never to busy for my lovely stepdaughter,” Aemond’s eye moves to you the moment you poke your head through the doorway as he gestures for you to enter and take a seat, “What is it you need to ask me, sweet girl?”

“Well, as you know, it has been over a year since Mother passed, and I have not attended any balls or feasts in that time per your instructions,” you say, sitting down on the chair across from him, fiddling with the laces on your bodice nervously.

Aemond arches a brow and nods, “Go on.”

“I was hoping I might be able to attend the ball tomorrow night in honor of Prince Jacaerys’ nameday,” you say, your words nearly unintelligible due to how quickly you blurt them out, “Every eligible maiden in the realm has been invited to attend.”

The thought of you mixing and mingling with other men makes Aemond’s blood boil and he responds through gritted teeth, “There is no need for you to subject yourself to such an occasion, darling. The only thing that the young men at these events seek to do is take advantage of innocent young ladies like you. You are far too beautiful and sweet to be allowed out for these sorts of things.”

“Stepfather, I only wish to dance with my friends,” you say quietly, eyes pleading as you gaze at him, making him wonder what else he could make you beg for, “Please-”

“Heed my words, you shall not go to the ball,” Aemond says, a dark undertone to his voice, that blue eye of his sharp with a hint of cruelty behind it.

You nod, murmuring, “Very well, Stepfather,” you pause before asking, “Will you be attending the ball?”

He gives you a small nod, “Indeed I will. Jacaerys is my nephew. I do not wish to attend, but I must.”

“Do you plan on finding a new bride?” Aemond looks at you oddly and so you elaborate, “It has been over a year since Mother’s death. I was simply curious.”

Aemond hums, his gaze moving along the curves of your body, lingering places they should not before he responds, “Perhaps, sweet one. Perhaps.”

You let out a quiet sigh of relief, thinking his attention will no longer be on you should he remarry, “I wish you the best of luck in your search. I shall go for my lessons now. Good day, Stepfather.”

With a curtsy, you depart from the room, leaving for the Red Keep to meet your septa. Aemond watches you intently as you leave, a hand resting under his chin as his gaze locks on the sway of your hips beneath your dress, mouth nearly watering with desire when he imagines how you would look without all that pesky clothing. His thoughts are a blur. You need to get it through your head that he has no intention of letting you attend balls and meet suitors. No, you will remain safely cloistered away in the manse tomorrow night, far from prying eyes.

That evening, Aemond passes by the door to your chambers, seeing that you are already fast asleep, a peaceful expression on your face. Your chest rises and falls with each breath, your lips parted. You look like an angel, he thinks to himself, stepping inside the room, so beautiful and vulnerable. Aemond’s breathing grows more and more shallow with each step he takes toward your sleeping form. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, then moves to trace his fingers along your upper arm, goosebumps forming along your bare skin in their wake. You shudder slightly and turn over in your sleep, all while Aemond watches with a smirk.

He is nearly overwhelmed by his lust, but tonight is not the night that he will claim you. The anticipation will make it all the sweeter. Aemond moves his index finger to trace your upper lip, loving the way you almost imperceptibly lean into his touch. It is as if your body knows he is what you need and he needs only to wait for your mind and heart to catch up.

Reluctantly, he parts from you, giving you one last look, whispering, “Sweet dreams, my sweet girl.”

You stand by the door to the manse and watch as Aemond heads your way, ready to leave for the ball.

“Have a good evening, Stepfather,” you say quietly, doing your best to avoid meeting his gaze, lest he see how genuinely upset you are about this.

He tilts your chin up to face him, “When I return, my dear, you and I will be discussing a matter of the utmost importance for your future.”

Hope fills your heart as you question, “My betrothal?”

Aemond bites back a smirk and nods, “Indeed. I have found you a most suitable partner to marry.”

You bow your head, “I look forward to speaking about it when you return, Stepfather. Enjoy the ball. What time will you return?”

“Sometime past midnight,” he tells you, his gaze hungry as his eye moves over you, “You shall remain in your chambers. The servants will lock the doors.”

“Of course, Stepfather,” you say, “I will simply work on my embroidery and penmanship. Enjoy the ball.”

The moment Aemond’s carriage rides off, you immediately rush off to your chambers, pulling out the sky blue dress you have kept hidden under your bed from the moment you heard about Prince Jacaerys’ ball. You grin to yourself, admiring the garment - an old dress of your mother’s that you have made your own adjustments to, a snip here, taking it in there, making it entirely your own. You have even sewn crystal roses onto its bodice, and feeling entirely satisfied with your handiwork, you dress for the ball. Your friend, Lady Ellyn Baratheon, has arranged a carriage for you out of the kindness of her heart, one that will take you to the ball and back to the manse before midnight.

“You are entitled to a night of fun, dancing with me and the other girls, and mayhaps a gentleman if you should find one,” she had smiled at you, urging you to do this one thing for yourself and ignore your stepfather’s orders.

And so, you take one last look in the mirror, donning the pair of glass slippers your father had commissioned for your mother so long ago, and get in the carriage.

Aemond finds the ball as a whole quite droll, truth be told. The ball is a masked one, each guest given a mask to match their clothing as they enter. His covers more than half of his face, fully covering his sapphire eye. He has stood on the sidelines all evening, content to observe, imagining you laying in your bed, reading like the sweet girl he knows you to be. He wonders if your thoughts ever wander to him, late at night, your hands moving to the apex between your thighs, imagining they are his hands instead.

His train of thought is broken when he sees a beautiful figure in blue entering the hall. He thinks to himself how familiar this new guest seems to be, the way their hips sway as they walk, their smile, their laugh as Prince Jacaerys whisks them onto the dance floor. He approaches once the dance is over, bowing deeply, a charming smile on his face. It is you, it must be you. But he is content to play this game for a time.

You give him a low curtsy, those sweet eyes of yours meeting his. He extends his hand to you, a silent request to dance. You take his hand, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor.

“Thank you, my lady…?”

“The whole point of this ball is to conceal our identities, good ser,” you smile at him, “To that end, you may call me Rose.”

He chuckles, “Well met, Lady Rose.”

Aemond’s excitement grows as he leads you in a waltz, his hand on your waist, the other holding your own hand. The two of you move in sync to the music played by the minstrels and he is unable to take his eye off of you. His whole body aches with desire, his pants uncomfortably tight as he watches the way your breasts heave against the bodice of your dress. This is your body, your smile, but any doubt he may have had is washed away by the sound of your voice and those beautiful eyes.

“Are you from King’s Landing, my lord?” you ask, making him realize you are clueless to his actual identity.

“I am indeed,” he replies, “And you, my lady?”

“I am as well,” you say softly as the dance continues, “I shan’t ask more.”

The two of you continue dancing in comfortable silence for a long moment, content to gaze into each other’s eyes before Aemond finally speaks as the song ends, his hand moving to touch your jaw, “You are beautiful, Lady Rose. It is almost unfair that you wear a mask. My entire being craves to see your face in all its splendor.”

“I could be hideous beneath his mask,” you jest, earning a chuckle from him.

“Not a chance in the Seven Hells,” he pauses, “Your eyes, your lips, even the way the mask fits. I can tell you are the most beautiful woman in the realm.”

“You are quite handsome from what I can see as well, my lord,” you compliment, shying away under his intense gaze.

“My, my, Lady Rose, I am afraid that if you keep on flirting with me like this, you might just make me fall head over heels for you.”

You let out a soft laugh, “It is not flirting, my lord, I am merely speaking the truth.”

Aemond shakes his head, giving you another charming grin, his hunger for you growing and becoming harder to control, “Then, by your own admission, what you have said is the truth and now I am afraid I see you in an entirely different light, Lady Rose,” he leans in to whisper in your ear, lips brushing against your skin, “It is clear that you are a seductress trying to seduce me.”

You burst into giggles, “My lord, surely you jest!”

“I do not, my lady, it is quite clear what you are trying to do,” he smirks, “And I must confess that it is working.”

You smile at him playfully and are about to respond when the clock strikes midnight. Your eyes go wide and you turn to the large clock at the entrance of the ballroom, and immediately pull away, gathering your skirts.

“I am so sorry, my lord, but I must take my leave, thank you for a lovely evening!”

Aemond smirks to himself as he washes you dash out of the ballroom, his suspicions of your identity confirmed.

Aemond walks to your chambers and knocks on the door the moment he returns to the manse. He is quite impressed by your speed when you answer, dressed in your evening robe, holding it tight around your chest.

“Good evening, Stepfather,” you greet, “How was the ball?”

It takes every bit of restraint in his body to stop himself from tearing the robe from your body and taking you this very moment. But he knows he wishes to savor it.

“I had a wonderful time,” he says, “And how was your evening?”

“I worked on my embroidery and penmanship as I told you I would,” you lie easily.

He smirks at your words, grabbing you by the hand and feigning an expression of thoughtfulness, “You always have ink stains on your fingers when you work on your penmanship, and yet I see none. How curious.”

You laugh nervously, pulling your hand back, “I washed them, Stepfather.”

“Hm,” he nods, “So you were being a good girl while I was out at the ball?”

“Of course, Stepfather,” you nod, “You said I could not attend and I did not.”

He takes a step closer to you as you stand in the doorway, crowding you, his chest nearly pressed to yours as he questions, “And would you care to show your beloved stepfather that embroidery and penmanship of yours?”

“I was about to go to sleep,” you say quickly, “Perhaps I could show you tomorrow.”

“I should like to speak to you about something tonight, sweet girl.”

Aemond takes a step to enter your room, only for you to block his path and protest, “It is really quite messy in here.”

Aemond moves past you with ease, entering the room, murmuring in a low voice, “I do not mind.”

He watches as you kick something under your wardrobe and ask, “What did you need to speak to me about, Stepfather?”

His eye flickers to your chest before moving back to meet your gaze, “Remove your robe.”

You can hear the hunger in his voice and panic, shaking your head, “I cannot-”

He chuckles, moving to thread his hand in your hair, pulling you close to him, his eye burning with lust, “Take it off, now.”

You know there is no escaping this and so you remove the robe with shaky hands, revealing the gown you wore to the ball, finally confirming Aemond’s suspicions. A sly grin spreads across his face as you lower your head, averting your gaze.

“I only wished to dance…”

“As did I, sweet girl,” he says, whispering in your ear, his breath hot and tickling your skin as he inhales your scent deeply, “I danced with the sweetest young lady, my Lady Rose.”

You freeze, “R-Rose…?”

His voice is a low purr as his lips graze your jaw, “It was you who danced with me, seducing me with your sweet words.”

“Stepfather, I never would have danced with you if I knew it was you, I swear it-”

“Oh, I doubt that, my little rose,” he chuckles, hands moving to your waist, pressing himself against you, “I could see it in your eyes at the ball just as plainly as I can see it now. You want me.”

“That was before I knew who you were,” you protest before trying to change the subject, “You had said you would tell me who my betrothed is tonight, Stepfather.”

Aemond moves one hand to rest on your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheekbone then your lower lip, “Yes, I did. Would you believe your betrothed is right here with you in this very room?”

“No…”

“Oh, yes, my sweet girl, I am to be your husband,” he declares, nipping at your neck, loving the way you tremble against him, his sweet rose.

“That is impossible, you are my stepfather-”

“We are not related by blood. I did not meet you until you were a woman grown,” Aemond brushes off your concern, pressing his lips to your neck before he whispers, “And as your husband, it is my duty to punish you for disobeying my order not to attend the ball,” he grabs you by the jaw, turning you to face him, “You have been a very bad girl, my little rose.”

You let out a yelp as he pulls on the lace of your bodice, the dress falling to the ground leaving you in only your shift. Aemond then grabs you by the waist, pulling you to lay face down across his lap. You feel him lift the fabric of your shift to expose the bare skin of your ass. You feel his large, calloused palm caressing it and let out a surprised gasp when he lands a heavy handed slap on it. Aemond watches as your flesh jiggles against his touch, his cock twitching at the little noise of protest you let out as he lets his hand fly once more.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, squirming against his lap, inadvertently rubbing yourself against his cock, making him grow even harder.

“Don’t act so confused,” he chuckles, giving you another spank before landing one between your legs, reveling in the quiet moan you let out, “You know what this is about.”

He slaps your bare cunt again, and you hate the way you let out a pathetic whine, somehow enjoying the feeling. You feel his fingers teasing your slick folds, ghosting over your pearl, before spanking you again, then spanking your ass. You bury your face in the sheets, whining and whimpering as he continues. The pressure in your stomach builds as he alternates between teasing you and spanking you. Aemond looks at you, amused at the way you rub your thighs together despite acting like you don’t want this, like you don’t want him. He lands a slap right on your pearl before running his fingers over the sensitive nub, teasing it, sending you over the edge, crying out his name as your hands weakly grasp at the sheets.

Aemond sits you back up on his lap, giving you a moment’s reprieve only to remove your shift, eyeing your bare breasts greedily as they are revealed to him. You try to cover yourself, but he shakes his head, grabbing your wrists with one hand, holding them together.

“No need to cover yourself, my little rose,” he rasps, leaning in to kiss you.

You keep your lips firmly shut, not giving in even when he nips at your lower lip. You turn your face to the side defiantly, only for Aemond to let out a low growl, one that thrills you almost as much as it terrifies you.

“I know exactly how to make you open that pretty little mouth.”

His hand moves to your throat, squeezing slightly, prompting you to gasp, your lips parting in surprise. Aemond takes the opportunity to spit on your tongue, shocking you. You stay there frozen, his saliva coating your tongue as he lets out a dirty little laugh and gives you one solitary command.

“Swallow.” He squeezes your cheeks together, watching with delight as you swallow his spit, feeling the extent of his dominance over you, speaking in a low, dangerous voice, his hand moving back to your throat, thumb stroking your sensitive skin, “Such a good little girl. And now is the perfect time to reward you.”

He shoves you down onto the bed, ignoring your noises of protest, crawling over you. He removes his eyepatch, placing it on your nightstand, his sapphire glimmering in the candlelight. You know he has done it to intimidate you, but in truth? You find him all the more handsome with his scar and the precious stone on display. He removes his tunic, palming at his achingly hard cock over his breeches, before pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your jaw. He kisses your neck, down to your breasts, taking one between his lips, suckling at your pert nipple. You do your best to hold back the moan that threatens to spill from your lips as he laves attention on your sensitive bud with his tongue before switching to the other side. It’s so very wrong and yet you cannot seem to bring yourself to push him away.

Aemond continues to kiss down to your stomach, his tongue teasing your navel as you squirm and weakly murmur, “Stop…”

He glances up at you, lips twisted into an almost cruel smile, “Oh, but I know you want this,” he says before pressing a kiss to your lower stomach, dangerously close to his lips’ intended destination.

Your breath comes in soft, shallow pants. You feel him nip at your inner thigh before he licks a stripe along your bare cunt. You let out a sharp gasp, trying to squirm away from him, but he simply grabs you by the hips, holding you in place as he begins to lap at your folds. You feel his tongue moving against you and the sensation is almost too much to bear. Your fingers twist in the sheets as he moves his tongue in and out of you, the cleft of his nose pressed against your pearl as he moves against you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You feel your thighs trying to close of their own accord, but all he does is grab them, spreading them apart so he can keep devouring you.

He pulls back, looking up at you with a lazy smirk, his voice a seductive, low timbre as he states, “You’re enjoying this, little rose.”

“No,” you moan, making no effort to push him away as he brings you closer and closer to your peak, until you’re spilling yourself with a cry of his name.

And even then, Aemond does not stop, instead focusing his attention on your pearl, suckling at the swollen nub as he pushes two long fingers inside of you. You let out a mewl of his name, your back arching off the bed as he fucks you with his fingers, his lips still latched onto your pearl. Your third peak approaches faster and more intense than the last, his fingertips brushing against that spongy spot deep inside of you that has you screaming his name in the throes of ecstasy. When he pulls back, evidence of your arousal coating his chin, it is only to remove his breeches, baring himself completely to you. Your eyes go wide as you see his cock, long and painfully hard, the tip red and angry and leaking evidence of his arousal.

You know what he’s going to do. And a sick, depraved part of you wants him to do it. You feel him slap his cockhead against your pearl, your entire body tensing at the motion, at the low laugh that rumbles in his throat, before he claims your maidenhead. The sting is uncomfortable, but with how wet you are, he pushes inside you with relative ease, sheathing himself to the hilt inside your cunt with a low growl of your name. He gives you the briefest of moments to adjust before he begins rutting against you like a feral beast, one hand on your throat, the other tugging at your hair almost painfully.

“Such a perfect little wife for me,” he hisses, “So tight and wet. Gods, why didn’t I do this sooner?”

You feel your eyes roll back as he hits that spot inside you with the head of his cock, bringing you closer and closer to yet another climax. He lets go of your throat and your hair to grab your knees, pushing them up to your chest, allowing Aemond to fuck you deeper and harder, his stones slapping against your ass with each thrust.

“Going to breed my little wife, my little rose,” he proclaims, feeling you spill yourself on his cock once more, “You will look so beautiful with my seed leaking from your cunny, won’t you? You want to bear me heirs, don’t you?” When you don’t answer, he lightly slaps your face, bringing you out of your pleasure-filled haze, every sensation becoming more clear to you, “Answer me, little rose.”

“Yes,” you say weakly, moaning his name as he fucks you through your peak.

You’re surprised when he flips you onto your stomach and ruts into you from behind, landing a hard slap on your ass before tracing your puckered hole with his finger, easing it inside. You bite down on your pillow, letting out a near scream of delight at the sensation, his finger inside your tight hole as he fucks you. Tears stream from your eyes at how good it feels, how you want him to stop and yet you need him to keep going.

“I’ll claim this hole next, little wife,” he vows darkly, the thought exciting you more than it should, “On our wedding night, I’ll fuck your sweet little cunt, that pretty mouth, your ass. You belong to me. Every part of you. Say it.” You are unable to articulate any form of coherent thought, and so, you gasp when he pulls you up by the hair, his free hand around your throat once again as he demands, “Say it.”

“I belong to you,” you whisper breathily, feeling his hand move from your throat to your pearl, his hips stuttering against yours as he nears his peak, wanting you to reach yours alongside him.

He draws lazy circles on your pearl, and finally, you reach your peak once more with a cry of his name, feeling him spill himself deep inside of you. You collapse on the bed, Aemond on top of you, holding you in his arms. His lips find yours and he kisses you, a bit slower than before, more gentle. He glances down, seeing his spend leaking from between your thighs, and uses the hand that was on your throat, to push it back inside you.

“Don’t want to waste any, my darling,” he murmurs.

All you can say is, “Yes, Stepfather.”

“Oh, no, sweet girl,” he murmurs, brushing his nose along your cheek, his voice raw with want as he whispers, “Call me your husband.”

“Yes… Husband.”

The word is foreign on your tongue, though not unwelcome. Aemond lets out a low hum of pleasure.

“We shall be married tomorrow,” he says, caressing your thighs, moving to kiss your neck, “And hopefully in nine moons, you will give me a child. And many more after that.”

“Yes,” you pause, “My husband.”

The word alone makes Aemond’s cock begin to harden again, thoughts of claiming you once more taking over his thoughts. He looks at you, pliant beneath him, glassy-eyed and dazed and pulls you onto his lap.

“There’s no harm in breeding my little wife more than once tonight,” he says in your ear.

Your lips part in a silent cry as he lifts you by the hips, pulling you down onto his cock, feeling him fill you up once more. You think to yourself that this must be a dream, for in the waking world you have never known pleasure like this. Anything like this.

You lose yourself in his touch, rolling your hips against his as he bounces you up and down on his lap, hands splayed across your ass. He takes one of your breasts in his mouth once more, mouthing at it greedily, imagining what you will look like when you are with child and they are swollen and heavy.

Aemond sleeps well that night, for all he has ever dreamed for has come true. He finally has his perfect little wife.

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