What would happen if you are his girlfriend and you guys are fighting and he says something either nasty or rude and you get angry and slap him? How would August and Captain Sylverson react to have his girlfriend slapping him?
Okay... I’m game... You got me on a horny day...
Quick warnings so I don’t get burnt on the stake (Oh I will anyway): Explicit smutty content, graphic depiction of sex, mentions of BDSM, slapping, public sex, unprotected sex, manhandling, MaleDom, angry-sex, lots of bodily fluids and everything else the inquisition hates.
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August is easy, I mean he's just waiting for the opportunity for things to go BDSM. He has a mouth on him, so you know 99% of the time she'll just want to slap him for saying something outrageously nasty. The moment it happens, he spins her over and forces her on his knees, smacking her ass and her pussy until she's red and squirting.
But then, Sy. He's a possessive bear, and his woman knows it, might also kinda like it. But here is the thing, she's slightly deprived of attention because he's gone most of the time and the longing makes her act out and be that bad girl. She deliberately wears those tight, above-the-knees skirts.
Sy doesn't mind, he likes it that everyone gets to see how hot his babygirl is, and he does love staring at that ample ass. But then she flirts with other guys while he is catching up with his mates, getting herself drinks for free and playing with the locks of her hair while the big bear is flaring.
"Hold my beer" he growls and gets on his feet, marching toward that chap and tapping on his shoulders.
"That's my woman you're talking to."
She's sipping on her Cosmo and nodding admittedly at the poor guy who's already sweating. Though Sy is anything but amused. Giving a glare, he pulls her outside, bringing her to the alleyway. He squares his broad shoulders and pushes his puffed chest against hers, looking down at her with fury.
"Think this funny?"
"Anything to get some attention from you" she replies and presses her lips.
"I was talkin' to my friends, haven't seen them in ages, you don't need to be so clingy" he rolls his eyes.
"Oh, I'm clingy?... do I need to remind you how 16 hours ago you were crying on my chest about how much you missed me."
That comment hits hard, Sy doesn't like being reminded of how emotional and cheesy he gets after having an intense orgasm. Especially when he hasn't seen his woman in months.
"So that's what you're up to while I'm gone? Going to bars begging for attention while dressing and looking like a whore? Should I be worried about picking up an STD from you now?"
Thwack!
Sy's cheek still faces to the side while the slap echos between the narrow space. A red imprint slowly forms between the coarse hairs of his beard.
It would have been safer to tug on a lion's tail.
The captain turns his head back to stare at her, his tongue darting at the tiny cut in his lip, licking the blood off. A growl rumbles in his chest, and he frowns. Another noise reverberates through the alley only this time it's her terrified yelp. Hardly understanding how she's backed against the wall with her legs wrapped around his wide waist. His mouth is burning on hers while eager hands make a tattered mess of her panties.
"Fuck it, I'm going bareback this time," he announces while unbuckling his belt quickly
Sy's thick cock stretches her in with no preparation, making room for himself forcefully while he grunts in her ear.
"You want it rough like a back alley whore?" he warns, rutting into her back and forth vigorously while she cries and claws on his shoulders. He is so large and heavy, pressing her to the wall, his pelvis slamming her with every thrust, accompanied by the dangling sounds of his belt.
She shuts her eyes, muffling her moans into his neck. She can hear people passing by, scrutinizing them as they fuck savagely against the wall.
"Who does this pussy belong to?" He rasps, pressing one hand to the side of her head while the other squeezes between the cheeks of her ass.
"Yours! It's yours!" She whimpers.
"Again, kitten?"
"Yours, daddy!"
Gasping with amazement she comes on his cock, feeling the waves of pleasure vortex in her womb while Sy fucks into her tight cunt through her orgasm. Unwilling to hold back, he comes right away, grunting loudly as he spills himself deep inside her.
They pant into each other's mouths for a few seconds, the sounds of passersby becoming more and more prominent as the throb in their ears begins to slowly subside.
"Now I want to see you flirting around with my jizz dripping down your thighs" he provokes while letting her back down on the ground and stepping back to fix his jeans "I hope this is the attention you craved for"
“Yeah well, you just made sure everyone see I’m your woman”
i keep thinking about being best friends with syverson and you guys live together whenever he's in town cause it's just easier than owning his own place and this one time when he comes back home, he's just so desperate for another person to touch him and he just goes bananas on your body 🥺 like he's so passionate and he's just trying to get at every inch of you. desperate soft! sy makes my entire body go 🦋
Warning: 18+, good ol’ kitchen smut.
Roommate Syverson!
War leaves him with pent up rage and anxiety.
Though, Sy never talks about any of that ‘stuff’, just some dry details here and there. He sees you as the closest thing he has for a best-friend and prefers chatting about the fun stuff while hanging out, and since Syverson doesn’t really do girlfriends; you are the one to keep him company, without the sex part...
For that, he just picks up some random chick at the local bar, and you have to endure a full night of listening to him grunting and smashing the headboard against the wall as if he is trying to break on through to the other side.
But your friendship reached a rough patch.
The last time Sy was on leave, was just as you started seeing someone new, and the good ol’ Captain was walking around grumbling and sulking for a reason. He was only back to his cheerful self once the relationship ended, which you found to be completely inconsiderate. In fact, you got so pissed at his behaviour, you hardly even spoken to him since then.
Now after 6 months; you only check to see if he’s alive.
It’s laundry day, and you literally ran through your entire wardrobe in realisation you have nothing to wear. Running around the house in your underwear, the only thing clean around the house is one of his t-shirts, and you say “fuck it” and put it on.
It still smells like him. You shouldn’t give a fuck, but damn... that asshole smells good...
You are certain you’re alone at home, but once you walk into the kitchen, there he is, still in his uniform, with his heavy bag handing form one shoulder, her stares at you silently while you are in nothing but his favourite t-shirt.
He says nothing and devours your sight, head from toe with mouth agape and his eyes glistening with arousal.
You start opening your mouth when he moves forward. His large arm wraps around your back, and his lips crush yours. Damn, if he doesn’t make you soak in seconds.
Before you know it, you are bounced up onto the kitchen counter with Syverson shoved between your legs, kissing you hungrily while his firm hands strip you with haste.
Starved to feel something, anything, he hardly even makes and an effort to take off his clothes. Still, in uniform, he simply unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down his knees.
He takes you raw and hard right there. He is too big, he is hurting you as he rams you roughly, but it hurts so good.
Freya, I just wanted a nice and soft morning quickie with Henners
Henry doesn’t believe in morning quickies. He prefers to take his time, make you whimper his name. He wakes you up by hiding under the cover, flicking his tongue over your nipples and suckling them gently with those perfect lips.
His hands running down your ribs and the curvs of your torso, sliding between your legs to play with your sweet peach.
Eating you out eagerly, he makes you come twice with his tongue, licking and drinking the honey between your folds and kissing your clit. You wake up into your orgasm, his short stubble scratching your inner thighs.
Then he mounts you, entering you slow and hard. His large cock is hot between your folds and he takes his time, making love to you sensually, deep and grinding.
He sits down on his chair next to me, his hand on my thigh, merely a reassuring presence at first, until he starts moving his palm up and down. The heat of his large hand palpable through the thin fabric of my thights. After a while, he moves his hand and begins stroking me with his fingers. All the while sitting innocently next to me, telling me "shh, focus on the game, love", with his smooth voice. 🥺🥺 2/2
His ardent fingers grip your waist and lift you up to straddle his groin. He pulls out his massive erection, moving your panties aside so he can tease your clit with the tip of his shaft and line your wet entrance before he sheathes himself fully inside you.
You whimper as he fills you, stretching your little slit forcefully.
“Henry!!!”
“Keep playing doll” he provoks, not moving at all, just staying like this, sunken deep inside and throbbing hot between your walls
Suckling Henry's soft cock while watching a movie or something. Not even to try to get him hard, but just as like, something to do... And if he got hard, all the better. Thoughts?
You guys are exhausted, you’ve been flying for 12 hours and now you’re completely jet-lagged.
Henry is on the sofa, staring at the telly. You’ve selected a really shitty horror film but he is way too weary to even switch to something else. You’re lying on his torso, not moving a muscle either and you can feel his flaccid cock thick beneath your breast. Naturally, you slip your hand to play with him.
The small hum the escapes his lips is delicious and you can’t help but taste him. You take him in your mouth and suck lazily while he sends a hand to play with your hair. He is already hardening, filling the hot cave of your mouth.
“Good girl” he murmurs, closing his eyes and writhing slightly on the soft cushions while you begin to suck him more earnestly. Your fingers graze the bones of his hips, your tongue swirls around his erection as it twitches in your mouth. You take him as deep as you can, relaxing your throat until white ribbons sprout into your mouth and you swallow him amorously.
“Where did that come from?” Henry asks while you lean your head on his thigh and lick your lips.
“I was bored” you answer and give him a mischievous grin.
Henry loves to surprise you, especially when you’re taking a shower. There is something about hearing you squeal that get him all worked up. There is also this “problem” that he has when he can’t take his hands off of you.
You let the hot stream wash over your body, the steam gathers in the confined place, blurring your vision. So when his strong hands seize your behind, you immediately jump and let out a frightened yelp, only to be answered by Henry’s melodic laughter.
He muzzles the top of your head and kisses it lovingly, one lengthy arm moving from your ass to wrap around your shoulders, dragging you against his naked body.
“Hello, wife” he murmurs in your ear “Mind if I’ll join in? I’m feeling dirty”
You bite your lip, feeling the hardness of his cock brushing against your ass. Before you manage to muster a witty comeback you are already wrapped around him. Arms hugging his neck and your legs engulfing his waist tightly.
He pushes you against the tiles and penetrates you with one long stroke. You whimper at the sensation of his girth stretching your walls. He takes you slow and rough, sinking into the deepest point inside you. One hand plastered onto the wall next to your head while the other one clutches the small of your back, countering his own thrusts while pulling you down on his shaft.
He takes you so sensually yet so rough, making sure you feel all of him, how he is filling you completely, shaping your pussy to fit his needs, so you’ll remember who you belong to.
You come hard, your walls clenching around his swelling cock, feeling him throb and flinch as he comes right after you. His hot semen shoots inside you while his grunt echos in the shower.
Now you’re both dirty.
august's reaction to his girl using sex toys? He finds her toy collection one day, he either loves them for torture or hates them with a passion. which one?
He finds you playing with one of your toys when he comes home by surprise. There you are in pink lingerie, pleasing yourself with a small golden vibrator.
Your mascara heavy lashes are draping over your eyes and you whimper softly, imagining August shoving his fingers between your folds. What a sight to a sore eyes, his beautiful princess, unwrapped on the bed like a delicate flower. He steps quietly through the room. Senses clouded and your eyes shut, you never hear him.
But you do feel the bed shift as he climbs on top and his hand wraps over yours, pushing the vibrating toy further against your clit which causes painful overstimulation.
Your blink your eyes open with shock and yelp at the sight of him, blue eyes piercing through yours, discontent dancing on his clenched jaw.
“Bad girl didn’t wait for daddy”. He murmurs and then ticks the vibrator off and forces it off from your hand. His large hand stroke up from your groin to your throat, fingers closing around your neck.
“Now daddy has to play with you all night long and you don’t get to come until I say so, is that understood?”
“Yes, yes, daddy” you whimper and already move your wrists to the bedposts, knowing what comes next.
