#this was just pure filth

[leoandbeholdclark]

🥀 MDNI 🥀

Kylo Ren is far more submissive than he likes to let on. And wouldn't it be his luck that Y/N enjoys this side of their commander.

Kylo likes to present himself as intimidating and deserving of unyielding respect. Much like his grandfather before him.

Yet he lacks the tact and emotional strength to be so. Not to mention the fact he's an omega.

Which there isn't anything inherently wrong with omegas. Yet, society tends to class them as subservient. Only good for laying on their backs and being pretty. Whining and pleading for an alpha to keep them. To make a nest and rear pups who will follow in line with the world.

Which, in turn, is only perpetuated by those who buy into such nonsense.

And yet...Kylo has fallen there while being one.

He doesn't have ruts, he has heats. He makes nests in his chambers. Collecting little trinkets to make it more inviting. To allure and keep a nice alpha. Make a family-

D I S G U S T I N G

His own biology attempting to demean his fate? To make a mockery of what his grandfather carved out? Not without a fight.

Any alpha who dares to court him will have their head bitten off. Or better yet made an example to the rest of the fleet; That biology be damned, he is their commander. He is the one who will lead them all to their greater potential!

Even when he slinks off to share a heat or two with another commanding officer. He still calls the shots.

None of it would even happen if Kylo deemed the whole ordeal a waste. So what if Hux got off to him being on his back? He was the one with control here. Kylo had the connection to Snoke, he was the one blessed to lead a new generation in the ways of the force, to show the strength of the Sith and the failings of the Jedi. He was was the one who was needed.

So why did Hux insist on keeping a frail joke of an alpha close by?

And why did he start opting out of sharing their heats together? Why entertain such a dull creature, when his future lies before him?

To say Kylo despised Y/N would be an understatement.

So color Ren surprised when one day his heat grows so strong, so rapidly, that he's forced to leave a meeting.

One with his master nonetheless...How cruel.

And how it would be his horrid luck that he runs into you nearby his chambers.

Paperwork in hand with that stupid smile plastered against your face. Greeting him with respect as you claim Hux wanted you to relay a message.

So the bastard couldn't see him now was it? And he sent his little dog to do his bidding?

And your face falters at his words...But then that egregious smile finds it's way back. Your grating voice waving his insults off as you nod towards his chambers. Saying that it's a private matter.

How Kylo wishes to tear you limb from limb. So deliberately and in such a detailed manner no one would be able to put you back together again.

But against his better judgement (damn this heat), he lets you into his chambers.

🔞 NSFW INCOMING 🔞

How did this happen?

How did it go from him growling at you, to you cooing at him, to him being arched underneath your touch?

Grunting and snapping at you to hurry. To touch him more roughly and use him to your heart's content. That he wasn't those omegas you've seen on the HoloNet late at night.

He didn't need a gentle hand. He wanted a rough one.

So, even though you're scared of the repercussions, you do as you're told. As your body tells you to do anyway...

You drag your claws along Kylo's skin. Leaving little, rough welts everywhere you touch. Digging them in, while one hand works it's way around his entrance. Finding home around a ring of muscle. Gently working it open with your fingers despite Kylo's inpatient growls.

Meeting little resistance the further you go. Yet it all seems in vain as he pushes back on your fingers and whines. Grunting as he starts to fuck himself back on you. Claiming you move far too slow for an alpha, while starting a quick and brutal pace for himself.

You can only somewhat watch in awe as your commander practically loses himself. Clawing at the black sheets underneath you both, while his thick thighs barely strain with the pace he's set. His cock, flushed deep red all the way down, jutting and throbbing right in front of you. Looking almost angry, despite the sounds that leave Ren.

You decide to help. It's the least you can do. You use your free hand and slowly run it along his length. Squeezing at the base and thrusting your fingers a little deeper. Curling them just a little-

You almost mistake the sound that leaves Kylo as a wounded animal.

Long, almost feral moans begin to leave him. Deep, needy growls mixing in as he moves even faster. Threatening to force choke you if you even think about pulling away.

But why would you? When your commanding officer looks so pretty being fucked out by your fingers. The lights in the room buzzing as his whines become dragged out. His tail thumping back on your wrist, when items around the room begin to float.

You almost don't notice them as you feel your own self grow hot in anticipation. Slick running down your thighs, as you give a little more attention to his hole.

As you curl your fingers deeper...Maybe Kylo feels another appendage enter the mix. Something wet as he feels more of your skin against his...Maybe a tongue?

Your tongue lapping at his greedy hole, while he rides the feeling. Flushed straight from his face all the way down to his chest. His body feeling so hot and full of energy just buzzing to be released.

And then you bite him. Not roughly enough for his liking, but with enough force to pull his attention.

He loses it and you feel it coming.

So you do what an assistant does best. You help.

You help as the lights shatter and you drag a firm hold up and down his shaft. Repeatedly squeezing as you match the thrusts of your fingers. Speaking of which, they move even faster, while your tongue attacks that same delicious spot for Ren.

If he screamed he'll deny it.

But he remembers when he comes down from his high. How could he not?

Your dazed, almost fucked out expression was something worth remembering.

Tags: @starlightsearches and @thembohux

Again, I know abo dynamics aren't your things respectively, but you're also the only people I know who might enjoy this 😭 If anyone wants to be tagged in future things, please let me know.

[gunksh1t]

warning monster fucker ig

idk what type of monster but one with a super long tongue who throat fucks you with it. They keep a nice tight grip on your jaw, their claws digging into your cheeks and get a premium close up view of your eyes going wide and watering as they manage to shove their tongue down your throat, their spit dripping into your own drooling mouth while your throat constricts around their twisting tongue. Hearing you gag and choke as they slide their tongue down the back of your throat and your eyes are rolling into the back of your head.

anyway, hey again dudes :3

[lambilegs]

contains: college!au, g!p lee, blowjob, semi-public sex, kinks that aren't negotiated, coming inside reader's mouth, degradation (reader is called "slut"), praise kink, dirty talk, the word "tits" is used regarding reader's body, not proofread

lee knows this is so wrong, and that she should be better than this. she's supposed to be tutoring you, helping you out for the criminology lecture you two share. teaching you, assisting you, fulfilling the promise she made to you when you leaned into her space during the last class, batting those doe eyes and asking for her to help you out with the essay. it's the kind of thing she'd usually say no to, preferring to keep to herself. but, apparently she, like so many other people in your guys' university, fell embarrassingly short to trying to resist your coaxing pleas and charming words.

and so, she had shown up to the library on the agreed tuesday, her organized notes splayed on the desk, pen poised to look over the first draft of your essay. as soon as you showed up, she forced her gaze to not linger on any part of you. not the way your jeans hugged your ass. definitely not how your perked nipples stuck out of your shirt. definitely, absolutely not.

but, her task of avoiding your physical presence became a lot harder with your constant touches. you kept skimming your fingers over her wrist when asking something, and when she would explain her answer, voice tight, you'd lean in on your elbow, drawing your face so close to hers that she could feel the heat of your body radiating from your skin. you tucked her hair behind her ear when strands of it tickled against her skin as she read over your essay. you clasped her hand in excitement when she said you worded something well, and your gloss-painted lip jutted out when she bluntly said you wrote too many run-on sentences. lee had had to tear her eyes from it, her abdomen stirring from the mental image of licking the little pink blob tucked into the corner of your mouth.

"wow, you should be a professor some day," you had drawled out, eyes crinkled in amusement as your thumb stroked the metal of her watch.

she had cleared her throat, blinking hard at her notes, which suddenly seem a blurred mess not worth even an ounce of her interest. "thanks. but, I'm not really interested in that line of work."

"really? you have such an authority about you, though."

she sucked in a small, sharp breath. if it were anyone else, she might've smiled a bit at the notion. she was just honest and direct, is all. but, she didn't see herself as much of a leader.

"I don't really know about that. but, thanks."

"you're welcome, lee."

even her name said in your voice sounded good. she tried to ignore that, too.

but, then, you took it too damn far. nodding slowly along to her explanations of the concepts you struggled with, giving her your unabashed attention as your palm began to slide over her thigh. lee immediately jerked her leg up in shock, heat flooding her body and setting her face aflame. she hates touch from anyone she isn't close to, the unfamiliar dynamics and intentions of it often sending her body into a rigid stance upon the first brush. and with you, yes, there was that same kind of discomfort. but, it was mixed with something else -- intrigue, curiosity, she wasn't sure. but, it was something that urged her to lean more and more into your attention, to feel this pulsing, exciting sort of anxiety at every moment of eye contact and every barely-present touch.

and, then, your fingers moved up to high, somewhere right under her hipbone, the touch sending warm tingles through her. she felt the warning signs, but for once, didn't immediately retract herself from them, your touches feeling all too pleasant for her to deny them.

a reaction that seemed so, incredibly fucking stupid to her when she felt herself get hard.

when your knuckles brushed the stiff length of her, she flinched, finally cowering away from your touch, breath lodged in her throat from pure, utter humiliation.

"hey, hey, it's okay," you immediately cooed, tightening your grip on her thigh. "it's okay."

"no, it's not," she gritted out through her teeth, already making a mental escape plan. she'd pack her bags, then cover her crotch with her bag during what she hoped would be a quick escape. "I--I should go."

"don't, don't," you rushed to say, tugging on her jacket. when she sent you a bewildered look, her body whirring with confusion over your insistence and complete lack of disgust over her, you leaned in closer, eyes wide and skittering about. "I can... help, you know."

a small noise wrenched out of her throat, her body staggering in shock. "what?"

for the first time, your eyes didn't meet hers, pointed on her collar. "I mean, I can-- you know, help. like, a thank you for the tutoring."

her jaw clenched in discomfort. "you don't need to thank me for that. especially not by--"

"but, I want to." you licked your lips, and lee felt her cock throb in envy, wanting to taste those sweet-scented lips for herself. "I want to do it. I've been wanting to since I got here."

it took her a few moments to fully absorb your words, but once they were swallowed and digested out, she whispered, "is that-- is that why you were touching me?"

you bit your lip, nodding in a motion that felt meek to lee. "I--I asked for help today to, like, make a move."

the shy way you made the confession only made lee's dick twitch harder under the stretch of her boxers. the fact that you returned her attraction felt surreal, and for a moment, she was flung out of the moment and into a whirlwind of conflicted feelings. perplexity, desire, shock and, most of all, arousal.

arousal that seemed to weaken her inhibitions with every succeeding moment, her protests crashing down as you leaned in and whispered, "please, let me suck on it."

she's still not sure what's wrong with her, even as you're on your knees in front of her now, your pink lips wrapped around her cock and swallowing her down as your fingers loop and dig into the waistband of her sweats, tugged down to her thighs. maybe she's just too pent up, not having had sex in ages. or maybe you're just too attractive. she doesn't know, and frankly, it's a mystery she can't care to resolve and wrap up neatly. not when your lips are hugging around her length, the plush of them soft but the grip so tight and giving her just the right amount of pressure as you squeeze down. and god, can you take her deep. the bulb of her cock keeps bumping against your throat, the wet, hot heat of your mouth wrapping around her and making her feel more stimulated than she's been in months.

but, jesus, this is so not good. the only reason she has access to the library after hours is because she works here to help her tuition. and now, here she is, taking advantage of her position to get her dick sucked. this is the kind of thing you'd expect of a frat boy, not her. but, she can somewhat see the appeal of these sex escapades now that she's immersed in one of her own. the thrill of knowing you two can get caught, the adrenaline pumping through her body and making her guts twist with equals measures of pleasure and heightened anticipation. it feels so good.

you're taking her so good, she can't help but murmur some small praises, her fingers weaving through your hair as you continue to languidly suck and coat her in your spit, the liquid streaked with white droplets from her precum.

"you look so good," she quietly rasps, her lip quirking up when you moan at the words. hm, so you like praise.

"you like me calling you 'good'?" she whispers, brushing your hair from your forehead, a thin sheet of sweat plastered on. "like knowing you're taking me so well?"

you shiver hard, and lee nearly smiles before breaking into a gasp at the way you begin to bob your head up and down her cock. her fingers tighten against the back of your head and without meaning to, she pushes your head in and out, in and out, forcing her cock to plunge into your mouth without relent. you gag, tears leaking out, but the loud moan strung from your mouth has lee only more egged on, her hips pumping forward as small, breathy whines fly from her lips, paired with soft murmurs of, "fuck, yes, let me fuck your face. it feels so good, you take it so good."

you whine at her words and she bites her lip at the noise. it's so sweet, so cute, so pathetically revealing that all you need are some kind words to buckle to her every whim.

"like that, hm?" she hums, her voice scratchy as your saliva spills from your mouth with every hard jerk of her cock into your mouth. her hands latch onto your hair, keeping you still as she begins to thrust into you, your mouth's moist softness wrapped around her and sending an ache through her entire body. "like abandoning your work to be such a slut like this?"

through your tear-filled gaze, you nod enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut as she goes harder, the raspy, wet squelches produced from her motions ringing through the library's still silence.

"good. and you're gonna take my come, okay?"

your head moves in a messy nod, and lee feels something in her chest throb at how sweet and attentive you're being. it's odd, but through the haze of her lust, she's suddenly struck with the idea that she should ask you if you two could spend time together after today. maybe even--

her thoughts are zapped into a silence when you begin fondling with her balls, pressing her fingers into the soft squish of them as you cup them in your palm. when your nails skim along the sensitive skin of them, a broken whimper gets choked in her throat.

"fuck, fuck," she hisses lowly.

you moan in response, your mouth going slack as she fucks your mouth with one, two, three more pushes before long, warm tingles run through her entire body, each curve of them pricked with an aching sensitivity that sends her body shaking, a soft cry bursting from her lips. she can feel her come shooting out, coating your mouth in smears of it as you eagerly take her in deeper, a wracked noise of struggle choking out of you as she keeps you latched onto her cock, unloading every drop.

as the mind-numbing feeling of her orgasm slowly washes away, she immediately slips out of your mouth, wincing at the way she continues dripping.

"sorry," she pants, hesitating before letting her thumb stroke away your tears. "I--I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose control."

for a second, she falters, wondering if you hate her. but, then, you begin to giggle, and with a soft kiss to her oversensitive cock, you whisper, "god, that was fucking hot."

she swallows hard. "yeah?"

"yeah. and look." your tongue lolls out, and lee licks her lips at the sight of her come pooled on the soft, pink muscle. it's so creamy and thick, and looks downright sinful filling your mouth.

she grips your shoulders and encourages you to shuffle to your feet before bracing your back against a shelf, fingers flexing into your skin.

"that--that looks really good," she whispers, eyes fixed on your lips.

"we can taste it together," you drawl out, raising up a mischievous eyebrow as you lean in, your slippery lips brushing her chin.

lee doesn't need to be asked twice, capturing your lips into a heady kiss, her hands planting onto the shelves as she presses your bodies together, relishing in how your curves bend and twist against hers. she relishes in every gasp and whine that worms from your mouth into hers, and she swims in the sensation of your tongue prodding into her mouth, dripping with the salty taste of her come. as it gets swapped between your shared licks and flicks, lee feels her mind soften at the edges, lost in the warm welcoming of your mouth.

she mumbles against your lips, "thank you. it was good. really good."

"you might be lucky enough for round two if you ask me out after this," you giggle, lee caught off guard from how her stomach flips at the sound.

"sounds like a fair trade to me," she lightly jokes, moving in to kiss you again, her body basking in aftershocks and a rush of pleasure as you wrap your arms around her neck.

an extremely fair trade, that's for certain.

[eupheme]

— wip wednesday

thank you so much for the tags @kedsandtubesocks and @lubdubology, i loved reading your sneak peeks! 💖 so looking forward to both of your fics!

(this is from the worlds shortest worst!wolverine wip/oneshot but I am trying to get myself back into the swing of things)

Pushing leaden legs up, then open. Shameless in the way his eyes drop, to see how you gape in his absence.

“Come on.” He rasps. “Lemme see.”

Logan’s name comes out hushed.

Cute, how embarrassed you are.

As if you weren’t begging for him a moment ago. Greedy for his touch. For his come, wanting it spent deep inside you.

He gave it all to you, and now you owe him.

A slight edge slipping into his voice.

“Show me, sweetheart.”

no pressure tags 🏷️💖: @ovaryacted, @viceofdionysus, @elflutter, @flowersforbucky, @mcrdvcks, @ozarkthedog, and you, if you see this! I’d love to read your wip!

[katz-rambles]

OK I have a bit of a naughty suggestion, so feel free to skip it if you're not comfortable. But how about a needy fem!reader who has a crush on one of the ghouls (your choice) and sneaks into their room during practice? She gets a bit freaky in their bed, inhaling the ghoul's scent, touching herself, and humping their pillow, but then the ghoul unexpectedly returns early from practice. What would happen next? 👀

Anon, I'm in love with you. This is an amazing idea, and I'll be thinking about this for a while. I chose rain because, honestly, he's my favorite I hope you don't mind!

1.8k words, I got kinda carried away.

(fem!reader, readers a sibling of sin, pillow humping, masturbation, Rains kinda mean, edging, reader gets restrained, knotting, biting, oral (fem receiving), aftercare. I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything!)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

Chores seem to take longer and longer to finish every day. Somehow, this last one just seemed to drag out. Who would have thought cleaning the dining hall would take so long. With every part done, your mind can't seem to stop wandering. Images flash when you close your eyes. You let yourself get lost in it this time.

Rain is on top of you, his hands gently un-clipping your lace bra and quickly pinching your hardened nipples while he kisses down your stomach and stops above your panties. He curls his long fingers under the waistband and eagerly pulls them down. He leans to kiss your inner thigh and bites your thigh just to kiss the wound after. His breath fans over your-

“Sister.. are you okay?” You're pulled from your thoughts by a very familiar voice, one of the other siblings and a friend of yours is standing beside you, their brows furrowed as they look at you.

“Yes, yes, I'm fine.” You cough to try and hide your unamused groan. It was just getting good, too. The sibling nods at you and leaves the room. Through the whole encounter, you can't help yourself as your thighs rub together, a hopeless try for friction right where you need it most. You quickly scan the dining hall, and after deciding it's clean enough, you quickly move towards the ghoul den. You know they're at practice right now, so now's as good of a time as ever.

As you make your way down the hall you feel the need building with every step that slowly turns into a faint pulse at your core. The lowly lit hall is exactly where you want to be. The doors to the Ghouls den open with a loud creak that makes you internally cringe.

Not wasting one moment to check to make sure no one's watching you enter the den and move down the hall towards Rain's room. Your hand hovers over the door knob for a second before you can convince yourself to enter.

It's empty, as expected, but it fuels your desire for the water ghoul. You make sure you've closed the door all the way before making your way into his room. The pulse at your core seems to become harder to ignore.

You bring yourself onto his bed and selfishly inhale his scent. It sends jolts of desire through you and you can no longer deny yourself. Your hand lifts up your habit, slowly as you imagine it to be him. Once you've bunched the skirt up at your waist you reach down to toy with your clit through your panties, rubbing over the wet spot that's formed. A gasp escapes your lips when you press down a little harder. Your other hand grabs your breast through your habit and thin bra, your nipples hardening and you can, just barely, toy with it through the fabric.

The pleasure starts to fill your veins and greed mixed with lust consumes you. You shift your hips and lower yourself onto one of the pillows laying on his bed. Whispering a soft prayer that he won't notice, you start to grind your hips on the pillow. A moan echoes through the empty room, soon followed by another one. You start to move your hips faster, chasing the pleasure. All while imaging it's him, it's his face under you, his hand groping your chest. You reach down to rub your clit and your hips stutter slightly.

Moans and whimpers are flowing freely as you basically hump Rain's pillow. Your hand moves a bit faster on your clit as you feel that familiar coil starting to tighten in your core. Suddenly your nerves are on fire as your release gets closer and closer.

“Sh- Rain..” You gasp and whimper as your hips move faster. Your own pleasure takes hold of you. You slip your fingers under your panties to rub your clit without the fabric in the way, your other hand slips under your habit to undo your bra and slip it off your shoulders, now having full access to your hardened nipples. You pull and tweak at them with your one hand and rub and stroke your clit with the other.

“Oh fuck, Rain!” You moan and whine, feeling your release get closer and closer with every roll of your hips.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Your whole body freezes when you hear a voice, that is most definitely not your own, call out to you. You don't dare to look over, already knowing who it is, and your stomach drops. The sound of footsteps gets louder and you gasp when a cold hand grasps your face, turning you to look at him.

“By all means, don't let me stop you.” Rain smirks at you, his hand stroking your face. It's almost impossible to see how he's feeling through the dark lenses of his mask, but his smirk gives it away. He crawls behind you and places his head in the crook of your neck. His breath is warm, and it sends goosebumps down your neck. He grabs the flesh at your hips and starts to roll your hips, making sure to have you grind against his growing erection. He kisses your neck and up your jawline, sucking dark marks as he does so. He wraps an arm around your waist, moving himself closer to you, and takes the other down to rub your clit, doing this while still having you rub against him.

“What a good girl for me.. letting me come back to such a pretty sight. You smell so good.” He growls and you whimper. His long fingers rub your clit with such precision and force that you almost cum right away.

“Rain, I'm close! Please, I'm so close!” You whine for him, his name falling off your lips like a mantra. You can feel his lips curl into a smirk on your neck and he suddenly stops everything. His hand finds its way up to the zipper on your habit.

“No, the only time I'm going to let you cum is on my cock. That's what you want, isn't it?” He taunts and pulls the zipper down, easily sliding it off you. He turns you over, and you yelp, so now you're laying on your back. His hand groping your breasts and he takes off his mask, tossing it somewhere. He leans down and takes one of your hardened nipples in his mouth and sucks, hard, on it. His fingers pinching the other one. He hums against your nipple, before he pulls his mouth off with a slight pop. He trails kisses down your stomach towards your core.

“You're so wet.” He chuckles and pulls down your panties, letting him be right up to your now bare core. He flattens his tongue against your folds and laps at your clit. This has moans falling from your lips. He moves down to lick at your core, now fucking you with his long tongue. His tongue curls inside of you to hit the one sweet spot that had you arching your back and moaning his name.

“Rain! Don't stop.. please ‘m so close!” You moan and writhe under his hold. His hands come down from your breasts and onto your hips to hold you down as his tongue doesn't stop. When you feel that coil tighten in your core once again and your walls clench around his tongue he pulls back, his mouth and chin, and even his nose, have a slick sheen from your arousal.

“Told you. You're not cumming until it's on my cock.” He growls between pants and he reached down to pull off his belt. The sound of his belt has you clenching around nothing. He smirks and reaches up, wrapping his belt around your hands and tightening it. It's loose enough that you could get out if you really wanted to though, even through a lust-filled haze he still cares about you. He pulls off his shirt and finally gets out of his pants. Just through his boxers you can see the evident bulge and it makes you whimper, just imagining the stretch has you feeling light headed.

“Please, touch me, Rain. Fuck me.” You beg, lifting your hips up for him. His hand reaches down, once again, to find your hips, his other pulling off his boxers and when he does you moan. He's thick and long with pre-cum already leaking out of the tip.

“I think you're prepared enough for me.” He chuckles and rubs the tip against your clit and slick folds, coating himself with your slick. Without any warning he bottoms out inside your tight cunt, groaning as he does so. He groans and it turns into a whine when he starts to thrust his hips.

His cock manages to hit your sweet spot so perfectly, and his hand reaches to rub your clit. With the feeling your back arches and you already feel the coil again. This time he doesn't stop you from cumming.

You cum, hard, on his cock. Your back arches and you moan and whine as he slows his thrusts to help you ride out your orgasm, and then he goes back to his rough pace, now chasing his own orgasm.

“Fuck. You're so tight for me, sweetheart.” He groans and lets out a soft whimper, his thrusts getting harder and faster and he can feel you tightening around him once again. He places his head on your neck and bites and kisses your neck, leaving dark marks that are sure to be shown tomorrow, letting everyone know what you did at night.

“You gonna let me knot you?” He whimpers as his thrusts get sloppy and you can feel the base of his cock get thicker. Yet all you can do is nod and beg.

“Please, Rain, please!” You whine and that does it for him. He cums deep inside you, whimpering in your ear as he does so. You cum right as he does, milking his cock. He lets himself fall onto you, his head still resting on your neck. You're both panting and have a layer of sweat covering yourselves. He groans one last time when he pulls out of you, almost like he's disappointed it's over.

“Come on.. let's get cleaned up.” He pulls you to sit up and he leaves to go to the bathroom, you can hear the sounds of the water running. He soon after comes out and picks you up and he places you in the water. He gives you a soft kiss on the forehead and gets up once again. He grabs something and sits in the bath with you.

After cleaning both of you up and giving you a clean pair of his clothes he places you in his bed and pulls you close.

“I wasn't too rough with you, was I?” He asks with his face in your hair. You shake your head and smile up at him. From this position, you can hear Rain purring. It rumbles deep in his chest and lulls you to sleep. You have a feeling this will be the start of something good.

[daydreamgoddess14]

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Roy Kent x F!Reader

Literally just 1.5k of pure filth. Sorry, not sorry?! 😅Taken from this prompt.

Inspired by this image:

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You knew to avoid the locker room immediately before and after matches. The less than stellar performance of the team during the season had seemingly made everyone angry - even Sam was down. Jamie Tartt continued to annoy and degrade everyone who so much as glanced at him, and the so-called Captain looked about ready to throw in the towel. Getting rid of George Cartrick may have been a wise decision, but his replacement was certainly unorthodox. You had your work cut out for you in HR, it was like babysitting 2 year olds - they all still bit, kicked, and scratched. Seeing you always gave them the initiative to put complaints in, complaints that you had to be seen to legitimately deal with, even if dealing with it meant sitting the idiots involved down and giving them a telling off. You had never told off Roy Kent, though. The man terrified and turned you on in equal measure.

Just the low timbre of his voice made your heart pound and flooded your body with want. Training was long over, so you figured you were safe to take some paperwork down to Ted Lasso's office. Your heels clicked on the concrete as you made your way through the maze of rooms. Wage slips for the folks in the ticket office, holiday forms for the staff in the medical and treatment areas, and the weekly update on player relations that Ted had asked you to draft. Who was fighting with who, who had you had to threaten with suspension, and who you'd just had to give an arse kicking to. As you turn to leave Ted’s office, Roy is coming back in from the showers. With just a towel gripped in his hand. You look literally anywhere else. The ceiling tiles become particularly interesting. 

"Oi, what you doing in here?"

"Just dropping some paperwork off, no need to be rude."

"Sorry, just… thought I was alone, that's all." You drag your eyes from the ceiling to his, drawing an invisible line across his nose so you do not look any lower. "See something you like?" He teases, as if he knows it's taking all your will to not look at his chest or the towel. 

"Definitely not. I'm done now, I'll leave you to it." 

 

You're sure you must hold your breath on the walk from the locker room to your office because as soon as you shut the door, it all comes out in a whoooosh. As good-looking as he is, you can't stand his arrogance, dominance, and anger issues. You knew it was nothing new in football or in work at all, really. You'd seen every layer of the food chain, and it was always the top of the tree who thought they were gods gift. You knew he could be kind and thoughtful. You'd seen it for yourself with the younger, less experienced players and with fans too. It was definitely a certain calibre of person who set him off - the Jamie Tartts and George Cartricks of the world. You're still leaning against your office door when you feel and hear it knock. When it begins to open against your back, you have to jump out of the way so it can swing open. Fully clothed, Roy is on the other side. 

"Do I scare you?" He asked, frowning. 

"Course you don't scare me, I'm not a sodding child." You roll your eyes. "Did you need something?" 

"I might need to put in a complaint." You arch an eyebrow at him, 

"Really? Go on?" He took a step closer to you, so you take a step back. 

"I saw the way you looked at me downstairs -" you scoffed, 

"I did not look at you at all. I actively didn't look at you," you start, angry until you see the smirk. "Oh fuck off, did you come up here just for a laugh? I've got enough to deal with picking up 

after Jamie Tartt since he can't stop making everyone miserable." He holds up his hands in surrender. 

"Alright, alright, just a joke," he laughs a little. "You wanted to look though." 

"You are just like the other idiots. So full of your own self importance, you all think everyone wants you." He narrows his eyes and takes another step towards you.

"At the risk of sounding like any of those pricks, tell me you don't?"

"What makes you think-"

"Humour me." He looks at you like he might devour you at any moment, his eyes dark with just a hint of mirth. He knows what you think about when you see him. You feel your breath quicken, and the urge to press your thighs together is desperate, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction of being right. Before he can catch you in a lie, he forces you to take one final step back against your desk and leans down to capture your mouth in a messy, obscene kiss. 

 

The shock of it makes you gasp, giving him access to deepen the kiss. Your hands grip at his shoulders to keep him close, trying to get him even closer if it's possible. He leans you back against your desk, the edge of it digging into the back of your thighs while his hands are trying to touch as much of you as possible. By leaning back on the desk, he can kiss along your jawline. It would be impossible now to make out that you don't want him, your greedy hands roam up his arms and into his hair and the sighs and moans he's pulling from you with just a kiss are insane. The length of his body presses against the length of yours and you feel him hard against your hip. Feeling how much he wants you only makes you need him more. Your hand brushes across the front of his jeans, making him jerk to meet it. He breaks the kiss and watches you breathlessly as you move to undo the button in the waistband. You can tell he's about to ask if you're sure, so you place a soft kiss to his lips,

"I want you to fuck me," you tell him quietly. There is still just a hint of hesitation in your voice, but it's more a fear that he'll reject you than anything else. 

"Fucking hell." He sighs into you. He grips your hips and turns you to face the desk, you rest on your forearms. He has your skirt rucked up around your waist in no time at all and nudges your feet a little further apart. You don't have the time or inclination to feel embarrassed or to consider something more meaningful. The singular thought in your mind is having him inside you. You hear the tear of a condom wrapper and feel him at your core. His hand cups you first, wanting to check that you're ready. "You're so fucking wet," he mutters almost proudly. He gives your hip a little squeeze of warning and pushes inside you. 

"God, Roy yesss," you hiss as he fills you completely. Fully seated, he pauses just a minute to reach down and sweep your hair to one side so he can kiss your neck, "please, Roy-" you push back against him, desperate for more. He takes the hint and pounds into you over and over. He’s hitting exactly where you need him with each thrust, and it's enough to have you believing in some sort of deity. You can feel the pressure building and you're so close to the edge it's overwhelming. "I'm so close, please daddy-" the words tumble from you, unfiltered and unexpectedly - that is a brand new one for you, and when you feel his pace slow just slightly, you're terrified that you've repelled him. He moans low in his chest and redoubles his efforts, unyielding, until you come hard, crying out his name. 

"Say it again," he whispers against your ear, his body draped over your back. His hand reaches around to rub circles over your clit and you're so sensitive that the payback is almost immediate and you can feel another orgasm building. 

"Fuck, make me come again daddy," you beg. He does exactly that within seconds of you asking, his own release coming at the same time. He holds your hips while your legs shake, his forehead resting on the center of your back. He slips out of you and disposes of the condom before turning you gently to rest you back against the desk. You keep your head down, chin to chest, mortified at what's just happened until his nose nudges against yours and he kisses you softly. 

"Holy fucking shit, I should threaten to complain again, that was insane," he breathes, still holding your hips and trying to get you to look up at him. 

"I shouldn’t ha-"

"No, don't do that. You're definitely going to say it again," he chuckles against you, "I fucking promise you'll say it again." 

 

FIN

[takaraphoenix]

Opening a PWP doc up like there's a skittish animal hiding under it that may run away if I scare it, while softly whispering to myself "Okay, Phoe, you can totally do this, just smut. Filthy, dirty smut. No world building, just sex. Let them fuck, you can totally do this, girl", like I'm the skittish animal that may run away if startled...

[blimbo-buddy]

I hate Jimmy but I like him in the fact that we’re supposed to genuinely hate every fiber of his being. I think the story tricks us into thinking he’s a good person, or at the very least a morally grey character, and it’s like the story itself shows annoyance toward it while also giving us a sense of sympathy for falling to the same manipulation that Jimmy puts others through. But that is only if we actually realize the truth.

it shows annoyance towards us as the player/viewer but saves its special hatred for Jimmy. Not us, Jimmy. It’s annoyed that we show some kind of good will towards Jimmy before the silent reveal in the text that he assaulted Anya. It’s like the game acts like how an actual person would realistically react to this stuff: the player/viewer glosses or barely acknowledges the aspect of rape (as many have while playing the game) and the game shows fury towards you. But if you piece everything together about the assault, then it’s like the rose-tinted glasses fully come off and you see the horrible situation for what it actually was, for who Jimmy truly is

the game is like a test for its player/audience.

do we gloss over the horrific actions of Jimmy, the smaller details in the conversations between Anya and Curly, and the context clues of what Jimmy did to Anya; and thus allow the game to show its righteous fury towards our incompetence

or

Do we realize the truth of everything, of the actions of our protagonist; actions that we were led to ignoring by the main character himself before learning about what he’s done to everyone on the Tulpar; and thus allow the game to still show sympathy towards us while also rightfully being frustrated and maybe even hating us still

in other words: Do you eventually see the tiny, dead pixel in the vastness of it all; or are you so used to seeing the bigger picture that it never crosses your mind until it’s too late

[vnards]

soap is totally one to blow joint smoke along your nice puffy wet pussy lips as a tease while Gaz plays with your nipples behind you

Look at the princess, so sesnsitive..." gaz teases, his fingertips lazily grazing over your nipples.

"don't gotta worry about cotton mouth when I have such a wet pussy in front of me." he dips his tongue in as he passes the joint to Gaz.

"God baby you feel fantastic...." kyle ruts into your lower back, the sizzle of frictions adding up to a pleasant buzz as he takes another hit.

Johnny brings a finger up and pushes lightly against your hole, teasing the edges

"where's the lighter?"

"against her clit, give her a minute, she's sooo close." the rub of the plastic and his cock begins to flutter of your walls again for the nth time tonight.

When Soap sinks his cock in you, he groans. the pressure of both their bodies against yours, grinding against you in beautiful tandem.

Gaz nibbles against your ear as he murmers the highest of praises

[vonne-inc]

VONNE, INC. — PRODUCT: teasing.

sub!armin x fem!reader. uses of (y/n); she/her. thigh riding. hand-job.

armin whined, fingertips dancing along his clothed arousal, only enough pressure to ensure that he'd feel the strokes of pleasure, yet need more. it was tortuous to him, but he knew she'd unlikely stop. always, she had a fondness of teasing him - whether in public or in the behind closed doors, he figured she enjoyed seeing him blush or become flustered.

although, armin wouldn't deny that he liked that side of her.

"please.. i need more, (y/n).." he bucked his hips into her palm, only receiving a 'tsk' in return, "nuh-uh, not yet, pretty boy." she returned her hand back down to his boxers, her thumb rubbing over the covered tip. (y/n) smiled kindly, her actions showing otherwise, "this is your punishment, isn't it? after all, it is your fault you're in this mess."

he couldn't deny she was right, he did cause this upon himself. all over.. he couldn't even remember.. all his thoughts were focused on her movements. lust filling his senses; begging to be pleased more.

he muffled his whine, choking back as he furrowed his brows. armin had become desperate for any friction, any feeling of her against him, "can you- mm- can you, at least.." he struggled to get the words out of his mouth, her thumb rubbing harder than before. she titled her head, her freehand holding his thigh as her fingers massaged along his inner, "becoming a stuttering mess, all over me putting a little more pressure?.. i guess, i'll just have to—" removing her thumb from his tip, she looked at his frustrated gaze, "—stop."

as much as he wanted to protest against her actions, (y/n) would force him to say what he wanted either way. armin bit his tongue, "can you.. ride my thigh, please." (y/n) hummed, she wasn't opposed to it; they'd done it before, countless of times, though this was a punishment - but he asked so nicely.. she shook her head, "if you can be a good boy for me, then we can do anything you want."

the words seemed enough to motivate armin. he held his hands in the place she asked earlier; by his sides, gripping at the sheets. of course he wanted to touch her, feel her, and so much more - but if he could do anything he wanted after these events were over? he would just have to restrain himself.

as she applied more pressure, she stroked his shaft the best she could through the fabric. he'd been punished enough, the least she could do for him is let him have what he's begged for. pausing, she laced her fingers in the waistline, lowering the boxers enough for his erection to be freed. armin shivered, the sudden cool air against his cock surprised him. his dick twitched, practically begging for (y/n) to presume. she climbed out of her underwear, swiftly taking them off. her arousal had gotten the best of her; the growing wetness becoming unbearable for her comfort.

setting herself upon his exposed thigh, she groaned as she began grinding herself down. her clit brushed back and forth, the shocks of pleasure causing broken sounds to escape from her throat. moving her dominate hand to stroke armin, an airy moan echoed from him. whimpers escaped from his throat as he threw his head back at her fast strokes. he so close, desperate to release. feeling her wetness rub against his thigh made him further motivated to cum. all he wanted was to ravish her - to please her, have her shaking. even thinking about it made him pulse.

"f-fuck.. please- just like that-!" her thumb rubbing against the underside of his cock, trailing against his vein and upwards to his sensitive tip, was enough to cause him to break. "i-i'm gonna cum! please– don't stop, please!" thrusting his hips into her touch, his moans became all the louder. (y/n) could feel herself becoming closer too. she grinded herself further down, faster and sloppier, "cum with me, my love- cum with me!" her demand sounded more desperate than composed. though, she couldn't care either way - all she needed was to see him cum.

his breath hitched as she felt his hips stutter, strings if white shot out of his slit. spilling on her hand and forearm, dripping down to land on the sheets. his head began to feel dizzy as his cock still spurt out cum. his legs shook as his eyes began to water, "thank you– thank you for letting me cum.. thank you, thank you!" his desperate thanks were enough to cause (y/n)'s release. her breathing became heavier as she held her clit against his warm thigh, feeling her orgasm overcome her senses. her grip moved from his cock to his hand on the bed. as she rode out her orgasm, armin continued to send his thanks and praises to her - all of them going from one ear out the other.

"you helped me so well, miss.. i'm so happy." he kissed her neck as he slowly laid her down, climbing between her thighs as he looked up at her, "it's my turn now, isn't it, my darling?"

[gunksh1t]

Scrolling through my phone, bored, while a stupid mutt grinds against my pussy. Having them shake and whimper and get choked up trying their best to not just fuck me. They're so so needy and can't stop their hips from stuttering.

Hearing them groan when their cock slides between my lips and they can feel my hole clenching against their leaky dick. Tugging the leash connected to their collar when they slow down too much and hearing them choke and chant apologies.

Wrapping my legs around their waist and grinding onto their dick and hearing them cry out and pant, feeling them squirm and they dont know if they want to get away or keep humping my cunt. Laughing when they beg me to give them a break or they'll cum too early.

[sluttygallavich]

Ian takes two handfuls of Mickey's ass, hot and red from his earlier punishment, and spreads his cheeks, admiring Mickey's abused hole, pink and puffy and already starting to leak Ian's second load. Ian slips the tip of his thumb past Mickey's stretched rim and watches him start to tremble.

"Please, Daddy."

[katz-rambles]

Vampire reader and Mountain.. here it finally is. I've been watching a lot of The Vampire Diaries lately, so the vampire aspect is a lot like how it is in TVD!

5k words! I let myself get carried away.

(blood kink, blood drinking, fem!reader vampire!reader, switch!reader, switch!Mountain, pegging, marking, fingering, knotting, PiV, cumming inside, squirting, edging, overstimulation, Mountain gets tied and gagged, I think this is it.)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

The sounds of the drums echo through the practice room. Mountain has been trying to perfect this for hours at this point, yet he can't seem to get the rhythm right, or he hits the floor tom too soon. Doesn't matter what it is, something always manages to go wrong.

This time when he goes to hit it his hand slips and he smacks the metal with his finger, cutting the side of it. He drops the drum sticks and groans, something always goes wrong.

He leaves the practice room, to wash the cut, but mainly to have a breath of fresh air. He walks down the hall, mumbling something about how nothings going right. He's looking down at the cut that, for some reason, hasn't stopped bleeding yet. He's too distracted by it to notice that he's walking right into someone's back.

A loud yelp escapes from you when Mountain runs into you. You quickly turn around, about to snap at the person for not watching where they are going when you realize it's Mountain. You open your mouth to say something, ask him if he's okay or scold him you're not sure, but you close your mouth when your eyes meet with the cut on his finger that now has a good amount of blood seeping from it.

“Shit, sorry. I wasn't looking.. Are you okay?” Mountain furrows his brows when he notices you staring down at the cut. You don't even bother to respond to him as you grab his wrist, with a surprising amount of strength, and pull him to the nearest empty room.

The metallic smell of the blood sends a fog through your mind, you're not sure what Mountain is trying to say to you, all you can focus on is the tearing hunger that's coursing through your veins. It's consuming you. Every thought you have is overpowered by the need for blood. You didn't think you could get set off so fast, especially by something as little as the size of a papercut, but that's what happens when you don't feed. You can see Mountain saying something, but you're not able to read his lips, his hands grasp your shoulders with a bruising grip that rips you from your thoughts.

“My sweet flower..” Mountain sighs when he watches your eyes move away to meet his. His hand leaves your shoulder and rubs your face. His eyes are full of concern, and his brows are furrowed in tightly enough to create, almost invisible, wrinkles in his forehead. You can't muster the strength or confidence to speak to him, the words get caught in your throat and you almost choke on them.

“What's wrong?” He cups your face to lift it up so you're almost eye level to him. Everytime he opens his mouth to speak the words are muffled by the sounds of his blood racing through his body and the steady beat of his heart. He pulls his hands back and you cover your face, already knowing what's happened. Dark veins start to appear under your eyes and trail down to the apple of your cheeks, more spread up your neck and the whites of your eyes turn a sickening shade of red. You can't bear to look at Mountain now. You have a feeling he'll think of you as a monster, just like you think you are. You can barely control yourself on most days, one day you end up snapping and you killed a sibling. You can't confess that though, you'll get killed.

You've been sticking to blood bags that you've taken from the hospital and when people get suspicious and up their guard you have to move to the blood bank. There's a chest that sits in your room, but really it's a fridge that you've painted over and applied wood and on it to hide it. Then you let it wear and tear. Inside hides blood bags, and blood bags. Too many to count. You're just glad no one has been able to smell the nauseating blood.

His hand wraps around your chin and lifts your face up again, in a blink you realize the hand holding you is the same one with the cut. He lifts the finger up and the blood drips down onto your bottom lip and your fists clench at your sides. You want to open your mouth and taste him, but the thought of him seeing more of you, more of the side you try so hard to hide, makes you want to shrink back. But the hunger takes over and wins, you slowly open your mouth and your fangs peek out through your lips, they're long and sharp, unhuman. You lick your lips and the metallic tang hits your taste buds like a truck.

“Come with me.” You grab Mountain's hand and pull it off your face, dragging him down to your room. You quickly open the door and practically shove him inside and close, and lock, the door behind you. He opens his mouth to say something and then quickly closes it again, he looks like a goldfish. It's cute, it would be cuter if you weren't fighting the urge to bite him in the neck. He doesn't move once he realizes that the door is locked, you can't tell if he's scared or not though.

Your eyes are glazed over with hunger and your pupils are huge, taking over all colour. The chest sits in the corner of your room and the smell takes over, you know he can smell it from the scrunch of his nose. You almost feel guilty, almost. He lifts up his hand as the blood drips down, it's stopped bleeding now but there is still some that remains. The wet blood curls around his charcoal skin and it looks like something out of a painting. He presses his finger up to your lips and you take his finger in your mouth, your fang pierces the cut and reopens it to allow the blood to fall into your mouth and you eagerly drink it up. It doesn't help the hunger, instead it has the hunger tearing up and claws at your throat. It's painful, but Mountain helps dull it.

“There you go.” He sighs and pets your hair when you pull your mouth off his finger. You finally look up at him and meet his gaze. Your eyes look down to his neck, you can hear his pulse pounding against his skin and it makes your mouth water. Your hand presses against his neck and your finger traces his pulse.

“Please?” You breathe out, your hand shakes against him and you feel like you're about to cry. He looks down at you with sympathy in his eyes, you can tell he is debating it. Eventually he lifts his head to the side and opens his neck to you and you selfishly bite down.

Mountain groans and grips your arm at the feeling of your fangs piercing his skin. His blood is warm and it soothes the hunger, you just don't know for how long. You rip your mouth off and his blood is dripping down off your lips. His hand wipes off the blood and you suck it off his fingers. Your breathing is heavy and quick.

“You taste good.” You mumble against his hand and kiss his palm. The wound on his neck is still bleeding and you won't deny yourself one more taste. Your tongue laps up the blood and he whimpers. You're in a haze, his words don't reach you. He lets his hand rest against your face and he pulls you close to him. In seconds his lips are on yours and he groans at the taste, he wants to pull away and run but you're both too lost in eachother. He presses you against the wall and wraps his hand around your waist, you tangle your fingers in his hair. The need is building between both of you as the heat builds in your core. You both break away and you kiss his neck, your lips suck on the bite mark to leave a deep bruise in the middle of the bite. He moans when you kiss down his neck to his collarbone. When you pull back you both know what to do and your hands are pulling at each other's clothes.

Your hands pull off his shirt and you push him down onto your bed, straddling his hips and kissing him again. You tug off your shirt and unclasp your bra, his hand flys up to unclasp your bra and he gropes your breasts and tugs on your nipples. You are both panting and you can feel the heat pool in your core and the gush of wetness in your panties. He unbuckles his belt and before he can toss it you grab it.

“Is this okay?” You ask and grab his hands and wrap the belt around them. You wait for a response before you do anything else. He nods and you pout your lips at him.

“I need words, pretty boy.” You tease him and he whines as you grind against his growing erection.

“Yes, please, flower.” He says between pants and you tie his hands up through your bed frame so he can't get out. You pull his pants and boxers down to let his erection free. You moan at the sight, his tip is red and pre-cum is leaking down. He got so worked up just from this. You shuffle off the bed and stand up to take off your own pants and slide your panties down.

“You can't be too loud, can you?” You sigh, more so asking yourself than you are him. You kiss him and when you pull back he opens his mouth for you and you put your panties in his mouth to silence him. You kiss his neck and trail them down his stomach towards his cock, but never actually touching it. You open the drawer in your nightstand and grab a bottle of lube. Once you've pulled yourself back up onto the bed you sit in between his legs and take some of the lube on your fingers. You start off by stroking his cock, your fingers never wrapping around him too tight. You watch some of the lube drip down to his hole and you smirk when an idea pops in your head.

You take your hand off his cock and he whines through your panties from the loss of contact, his hands strain against the belt and you smirk at him. You press one of your fingers inside him and watch as he lets his head fall back at the feeling. Your pace starts off slow, just to get him used to the feeling before you pull your finger out and drip some more lube on them and, this time, press two of your fingers inside him. He bucks his hips and groans, you know your fingers are stretching him out and you love it. You bring your lips up to his neck as you continue to fuck him with your fingers, you can feel him clench around you and he bucks his hips to try and get some more friction. You curl your fingers up inside him and brush against his sweet spot, he moans and you can see some drool at the side of his mouth. You press kisses against his neck and sink your teeth in once again, his hole clenches around your fingers when you drink his blood. You speed up your pace a little and lick the blood off his neck, admiring the two bite marks on him with hickeys littered on his neck and chest. But there's always room for more, just not yet.

You move back down to sit in between his legs once more, your free hand moves up to squeeze your breasts and his eyes never leave your hand. You toy with your nipple and a moan leaves you. You grab the lube and put a little more on your hand and gently ease a third finger inside him.

“You're so tight around my fingers. Are you enjoying this?” You smirk when he nods and bucks his hips to try and match the, now slow, pace of your fingers as you get him used to the feeling. You bite your bottom lips and toy with your other breast. You feel his hole clench and you see his cock twitch. You know he's getting close, so you speed up your pace and curl your fingers up again. You marvel at his expression and watch as he moans around your panties, you can see the wet spots at the sides as drool drips down his face. It's probably the hottest thing you've ever seen. You see the way he tightly closes his eyes and you can feel the way he clenches around your fingers. The pre-cum drips down his cock and starts to pool on your palm and at the top of his balls. When you feel him tighten again you pull your fingers out of him and rest your hands on his thighs. He whines in protest but it's all muffled and you're loving every second of it.

“.. I know. But you're doing so good for me, baby.” You coo against his stomach and kiss his stomach and go up to kiss his chin and the sides of his mouth. His cock is twitching and his hole is dripping with the lube. He's powerless against you right now. You take the hand without lube and scoop up some of the blood and suck it off your fingers, your eyes roll back at the taste and you swear you could cum right then. You press your fingers inside him once again and watch as he jerks forward, his cock twitching and you wrap your hand around it, pumping it a few times before you pull away again, watching the way he whimpers and bucks his hips up.

You stand up and get something from your nightstand drawer again, this time you pull out a strap-on. It's not super long or thick but it's enough that it'll fill him up and stretch him out more than your fingers can. You watch his eyes widen when you place it on the bed and get back up in between his legs.

You wrap your hand around his cock and start to stroke him, setting a relatively quick pace but not quick enough to let him cum. He bucks his hips to meet your strokes and moans from behind your panties, you trace his face with your finger and let your hand rest on his neck, your fingers curl around his neck and you squeeze. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough that he'll start to get light headed after a while. You quicken your pace on his cock and start to rub the tip with your thumb after every stroke. He moans and whines, getting louder with every touch you give him. Your hand reaches down off his face and you tweak one of his nipples and you watch him pull on the belt. His eyes are pleading and you almost give in, almost.

Just as you feel his cock twitch in your hand you pull off, watching him whine and his legs twitch. You grab the strap-on and put it on your hips, grabbing the lube and pouring some in your hand, he watches as you stroke the strap and get it wet enough. The noises coming from it are loud and wet. You place your hands under his thighs and position yourself in between his legs on your knees, you take the strap in one hand and rub the tip against his hole. You slowly start to push the strap inside him, inch by inch. When you bottom out his eyes are filled with tears and he's desperately grinding his hips up to you. You cup his face with one hand and wipe the tears that are falling down his cheek, your hand moves over and you grab the panties from his mouth and pull them out, there's a string of drool that still connects his mouth to your panties.

“Please.. I've been so good.” Mountain whines and grinds his hips again, and this time you take mercy on him and pull your hips back so it's just the tip that's inside him and you thrust back into him. His eyes roll back and he moans loudly. You start an unrelenting pace for him, it's deep and quick and you make sure to hit that sweet spot every thrust. From how you edged him earlier he's already so worked up and when you feel him clench around the strap and watch his pretty cock twitch you slow down and you watch tears fall down his face and his arms pull against the belt.

“Please! I'm so close…ahhh..!” Mountain whimpers, you coo down at him and cup his face in your hands. There's a sheen layer of sweat on his body, and in the dim light of your room it deliciously outlines each groove and curve of his body. You wrap your hand around his cock and start to stroke him, you speed up your thrusts and he moans loudly, you know people can hear him but you don't care anymore. You lean down and kiss his neck, your lips find the wound on his neck, you almost forgot he was a ghoul when you kiss the wound to find it healed over. You feel his cock twitch in your hand and your lips curl into a grin against his neck, you open your mouth and your breath sends shivers down his spine. You crave him, and you know that after this the blood bags won't do anymore, you sink your fangs into his neck and the harsh pain mixed with the pleasure sends him over the edge. His muscles tense and he cums on your stomach and his own, his eyes roll back and he whimpers and groans. You let him ride out his orgasm before you take your mouth off his neck. He's shaking underneath you and you can see faint friction burns starting on his wrists, yet he hasn't tried to get out.

When he's calmed down a bit you pull the strap out and rub his thighs. But you're not done yet, he doesn't know that yet though. You take the strap off and place it on the nightstand and grab something else with a smirk on your face. You place a double sided dildo in between the two of you.

“Do you think you can give me one or two more, baby?” You ask as you grab the lube and rub it on it. You know you don't need it, he's slick enough from the lube from the strap and you're dripping. He watches you and whines, he nods his head and meets your eyes and you click your tongue and shake your head.

“Words, big boy.” You hum and rub his waist. “Yes. Unholy fuck.. yes.” He groans when he sees you line it up with yourself. You slowly push it inside yourself and you let out a gasp mixed with a moan at the stretch of it. When it's in a comfortable amount you slide the other end inside of Mountain and listen to his moans, he's so sensitive. You grab a small remote from beside you and press one of the buttons, the dildo lets off a steady vibration with a thrusting motion inside the both of you. Your mouth hangs open as you moan, you're soaked and you can hear the wet squelches of your cunt with your arousal mixed with the lube. You rest back on your elbows and listen to the noises Mountain is making, they're wonderful. He's moaning so loud that you're debating gagging him again, he did look so pretty that way.

You decide on gagging him again. While one side of you wants the whole Clergy to hear him, the other side wants you and only you to be able to hear his pretty noises. You sit up and reach to grab your panties and he knows what you're going to do and opens his mouth for you and you put them in his mouth. His moan is muffled; he tugs on his restraints again. His eyes roll back and his hips buck, when he moves it pushes your side deeper and you let yourself fall back down onto your elbows and you can't hold back the moan. The remote sits beside you and you grab it and turn it up, not all the way but enough that you both notice the difference. A moan escapes your lips and your walls clench around the toy. You push yourself up and one hand goes to Mountain's cock while the other reaches up to toy with your breasts. From this position the toy is vibrating against your clit so perfectly that it's hard to not cum right away. You quicken your pace on Mountain's cock and he groans into your panties, his cock twitches and you know he's close, and so are you. You can feel the coil tightening in your core and you let go of your breast and reach over to turn it up again. The vibrations get more intense and the thrusting motion gets more aggressive, it rubs against your sweet spot with each and every thrust. Mountain moans, and it's loud even through your panties, and he cums. His cum spills onto your hand and his stomach, it drips down your hand and you bring your hand up to your mouth and lick it off. His taste is what sends you over the edge, you clench around the toy and cum, your thighs tense and you throw your head back and moan. The vibrations and thrusts of the toy never stop and you don't intend to turn it off anytime soon. Mountain whimpers and you can see the tears form in his eyes from his own sensitivity. Your hand starts to move on his cock again and he almost screams. The sight alone has you clenching around the toy again. Your own sensitivity adding to the whole experience, the toy brushes against your swollen clit and it sends jolts of pleasure racing through your whole body.

“Unholy fuck. Look at you, you're wrecked.. aahh.. it's so fucking hot.” You chuckle through pants and moans. He's whimpering and moaning, his thighs are tense and he's quivering. You decide to toy with him a bit more and you turn the vibrations and thrusting motions up to the max, when you do you almost cum right away, but Mountain does. His back arches and his eyes roll back as his eyes shut tight. He's shaking and the vibrations and thrusts not stopping is overstimulating him and you're both loving it. You adjust your position and it rubs against your clit and you cum for the second time tonight. You whimper and cover your mouth with your hand in hopes to muffle the noises you're making. Your whole body is twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm and current stimulation from the toy. You're so sensitive and you're panting. Mountain shuffles as an attempt to get away from the vibrations but ends up pushing himself deeper onto it and his hands clench into fists.

You know that he doesn't actually want to stop, you both know the safeword and if you can't speak two taps to the thigh, and he's made no attempt to do either.

The coil is building in your core again, you can tell it is as well with Mountain. He's laid his head down on the pillows and you can see the drool at the sides of his mouth along with the tears that slide down his face, normally you'd be worried if he was crying but right now it just turns you on even more. Each tear that you see adds a gush of heat in your core, it's addicting. You wrap your hand around his cock and he jolts at the feeling, he looks at you and you swear you've never seen anyone look prettier. His hairs sticking to his forehead from the sweat, his eyes are wide and filled with tears and his pupils are huge, restricting almost all the colour in his eyes.

Your thumb swipes at the tip of his cock and he cums for the third or fourth time, you've lost count and you can tell he has too. His cum hits your stomach as well this time, the feeling of his cum splashing onto you mixed with the feeling of the toy and the sight of him sends you over the edge. It's different this time though, a gush of wetness squirts out of you and you know you've soaked the sheets and a part of Mountain.

You turn off the toy and you swear you heard him let out a sob of relief. You pull the toy out of him first and he jolts from the feeling, then you pull it out of yourself and watch as a mess of slick and cum has soaked the toy to create strings of it. You put it to the side with the strap and sigh. You look at Mountain and smile at him, when you look down at his cock, he's still hard as a rock. You smirk and move so you're straddling him.

“Can you give me one more?” You coo and he nods, despite the state he's in, he still wants more. You take his cock in your hand and watch as he jerks at your touch and you line yourself up with him. Even though you've been stretched by the toy, Mountain still manages to stretch your cunt, and it is a glorious feeling. You sink down inch by inch until he's all the way inside of you. The feeling of him filling you up is exactly what you needed.

Slowly but surely you lift your hips up and lower yourself back down. Your walls are pulsing around him and you know he can feel it. You manage, even through your tiredness, to set a mean pace. You reach over him and undo the belt that holds his hands in place and they fly down to your hips to help you. Although you are capable of doing most of the work, Mountain still helps you with it. His hands on your hips help to lift you up and when you're up you can feel him thrust his hips up. With each lift and thrust you moan, and you rest your head onto his chest and kiss his collarbone. Even though his hands are free he still has your panties in his mouth, it's a sight for sore eyes.

You kiss over the bite marks, when he feels your lips over the sore flesh he thrusts up into you with a particular roughness. His cock hits your sweet spot over and over again. You yelp when he flips you over so you're on your back and he's on top of you. He pulls your panties out of your mouth and smirks at you, he tosses them to the side and starts to rut himself inside you. He lifts his head up, exposing his neck to you.

“Third times the charm, right?” He growls, he has two bite marks on his neck and you open your mouth and bite a third. You selfishly lap up his blood, and his thrusts get harder with each gulp you take. Soon you feel the familiar coil in your core and he reaches down to rub your clit and that sends you over the edge. You pull your mouth off and you can see and feel his blood drip onto your chest as you cum around his cock. He keeps his rough pace but his thrusts get sloppy. He groans and you can feel the base of his cock got thicker and you know what's coming next.

“Please, flower, let me knot you? You'd like that.. right, for me to fill this pretty cunt with my seed. Maybe this will get you round and full with my kits.. hmm?” He babbles and moans and you wrap your legs around him to pull him in closer. You feel the knot stretch you open and he cums deep inside you. He collapses on top of you, resting his head in your neck and he gently kisses your neck. You can feel his knot inside you even as his cock gets soft.

“How do you feel?” You ask him, your finger tracing over the bite mark you just gave him. He chuckles and kisses your lips, and when he pulls away his nose scrunches at the metallic taste on your tongue.

“I'm great, I've never felt better. A little lightheaded though.” He says and you both laugh. You can finally feel a few more ropes of cum inside you and you no longer feel his knot and he slowly pulls himself out of you. You can feel his cum drip out of you and onto the sheets. You're both a mess, covered in cum, sweat and tears.

“Come on. Up we go.” You pull yourself out from underneath him and stand up. He looks at you like you've just grown two heads, and rests his head in the pillow.

“How are you not fazed by this?” He groans and massages his own thighs and you laugh. “I'm a vampire silly, I've got better stamina than anyone here. Now come on, we've got to clean up and I've got to change the sheets before it ruins my mattress.” He scoffs and gets up, grumbling as he does so, you get a chance to admire the bites on him.

Yeah, you're definitely going to have to do this again.

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mags I mean this with the utmost respect and love and admiration but I saw this and the first part reminded me of you and your writing.

time for the 187292717 reread for «under the influence» now excuse me.

have a lovely day!

you are so right......... listen. I hope my writing both makes you horny and makes you think of that Guy and the intricacies of his character so so fondly

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Hi! Big fan of your work and writing blog :) I have a question re: fanfic reception. I like writing fanfics about villains on the receiving end of noncon, and I sometimes get feedback that makes me feel weird and I dunno how to respond to it? It’s along the lines of "thanks for giving [character] the pain they deserve" "it’s good that you aren’t nice to [character] like those other fanfic writers". (Part 1…)

(Part 2…)I kind of feel like they’re complimenting my morals instead of my writing, but I also could be overreacting, because I mean it’s fine to seek out fics where a character you hate gets tortured? No hurry answering this, and thanks in advance if you do. I hope you’re doing alright on your break from UtB. I am using the time to reread and am loving it!

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Hi anon!

Oh this is an interesting quandary to be in, because I'm certain at least some of those people are very much being moralistic about it.

Tbh when it's 'thanks for giving (character) the pain they deserve' you can probably ignore that if you want, because yeah, they might have revenge fantasies and find that very satisfying.

But when you get people going 'thanks for being mean / not nice to this character like other writers' - if you're the kind of person who responds to comments and feels uncomfortable when someone is using your space to shame other authors (because that's exactly what's happening) you can choose - if you want - to take the time to say 'I have no problems when people enjoy this character being hurt, however, I do not tolerate when folks shame other authors and readers for what they enjoy in fiction. Please don't compliment my fic by putting down other people, that's not what a compliment is' or something similar.

As soon as a reader brings in other people and shames them, that's absolutely when you can take a stand and see a clear issue.

I see this a lot for two different things:

Writing realistic kink, and so many readers being like 'omg thanks for writing realistic kink there's so much unrealistic trash on here' and these days I always make a point of saying 'oh thanks! but I write and love unrealistic trash too. This is a fictional site and no one should be expected to write realistic kink here!' It shuts people down amazingly fast. But also makes them realise that perhaps they just shouldn't be throwing stones when we're all in a very glass castle on AO3 lmao

Writing realistic trauma recovery, so like 'thanks for showing how awful and evil rape can be unlike those people who write it for fun' - now how I end up with these readers with my actual writing history, I don't know, but I take the same approach of like 'thanks BUT I LOVE writing rape as titillation! I enjoy both!'

You don't have to be as blunt as me, and you don't have to address it at all, but any reader who shames other authors or readers in your comment section can be addressed directly because it's just a shitty thing to do. And people don't say shit like that in public if they don't secretly hope that one of those people will see the comment and feel bad about what they like.

So yeah, with your first example, they could be feeling moralistic, or they could just want a revenge fantasy and really enjoy noncon! The second example is a clear cut example of shaming, or stepping on other people to pass you a compliment, and you're never ever over-reacting when that makes you feel uncomfortable, or makes you feel like it's not really a compliment. Because all it really is, is a version of: 'you passed my moral standards, thanks' and that's not actually a compliment at all. (Or like you say, it's complimenting your morals, it's like having a weird fandom policeman come by and glare at you and be like '....okay you're committing no crimes, as you were' and moving on. It's just weird).

Anyway *shakes hands for weird comments that shame other readers/authors in the form of a compliment* - I do think you're right to feel uncomfortable at least sometimes when this happens. It's up to you how you choose to address or not address it, but I will say personally that if you aren't going to address it in comments, maaaaybe consider deleting the ones that shame other readers/authors, so that when those people read your fics they don't feel alienated. It's obviously your choice! But just something to consider if you want to be curating your space. And best of luck writing all the noncon-villain fics! They can be a lot of fun :D

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