#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

[daydreamgoddess14]

Complaints Procedure

MASTERLIST

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

[katz-rambles]

So many thoughts not enough words.

(nsfw, mean Swiss, fem!reader, reader gets tied up, a vibrator as a punishment, Swiss records you (you've agreed to being recorded before hand), creepy/perverted Ghouls igg (though they're Ghouls. Of course they're little creeps), the Ghouls masturebate to you without you knowing, but you'll find out eventually 😉. )

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Imagining Swiss using a vibrator on you as a punishment, he places it on your pretty clit and turns it on with the little remote he places in his pocket. He ties you up to his bed and leaves it on you while he goes to practice with his band mates. He puts his phone on a stand and records you, with your consent of course, and tells you it's for later, especially for when he gets bored when he's on tour. He tells you he'll be back soon and gives you a sweet kiss on the forehead. Little do you know, that "practice" is really just an excuse for him and his bandmates to watch cum over and over again on that little toy. They all listen to your whimpers, and moans start to turn into screams of pleasure and pain. He smirks as he watches you on the screen when he turns it up, just enough that you can notice the change but not enough to truly hurt you. At this point, most of the Ghouls watching have their dicks out, including Swiss. Yet all he can think about is how, when he's gone on tour, he'll send you the video of the Ghouls watching you, with a teasing message that's sure to have you squirming with need. He knows the effect that it'll have on you, and he can't wait.

[becca-e-barnes]

Okay… there is something VERY sexy about Bucky cuming in his pants 🤤

No bc there IS something very sexy about it and we all know I love writing this 🙈

Because honestly, I think sex could be a really overwhelming experience for him and I think he'd really want to take his time with it. That kind of physical and emotional vulnerability might not come to him so easily.

I really think the tiniest little things would short circuit his brain and it'd nearly just be another point of concern for him. He can't quite understand why the smell of your perfume makes his heart race, nor can he understand why his cock stirs just from feeling the heat of your body against his.

He knows he won't have much stamina, so to speak. He's dabbled a little in modern porn and he knows he's nothing like those men. He's acutely aware that he can, and has, spent hours jerking his throbbing length, covering his own strong thighs in an embarrassing amount of cum but all it takes is a chaste kiss on the cheek from you to have his dick desperate for more attention.

It's all quite overwhelming but he knows he's safe to feel overwhelmed and that makes such a difference. His comfort is always a priority but sometimes he pushes his body just a little further than he can handle.

Like the first time he's got you on top of him, frantically making out. You're wearing a tiny little pair of shorts and a thin t-shirt and he's desperate to explore now that he's got the chance.

"Baby, please. I need... Oh God, that's good." Words fail him when your lips latch onto his neck, your teeth grazing the exposed skin. The tip of your tongue is sinful, paying close attention to the hollow of his throat while you make the most of the free reign you're being given.

"Is this okay?" You ask softly between kisses, pressing your core against his body. There's a time and a place for you to worry about how incredibly wet you are but this isn't it. There's no room for you to be embarrassed by your need. Not when you're settling on top of a man who's evidently just as into this as you are.

"Yeah... Y-yeah, that's fine." The quiet squeak is just about all Bucky can manage, his hands settling on your hips. He's not moving them, he realises. He's not the one rocking you back and forth over his aching length. You are.

"Holy shit." He groans into the crook of your neck, eyes squeezed shut, pure bliss making every nerve ending tingle pleasantly. He's not even inside you. Lord knows he couldn't handle that but he can't understand how this feels as good as it does without any real replication of the wet heat of your body.

He thinks he's got it under control as he lets your body roll against him. He got enough self restraint. He can handle it. He's got it. Right up until oh no, he really hasn't.

"Babe, you have to s-" He begins but it's too late. Pleasure radiates from the base of his spine, cum splattering against the inside of his pyjama bottoms and all he can do is hold you close and whimper.

His length throbs with each wave of ecstasy and nothing in him wants to lose the heat and pressure of your clothed sex against his. He almost feels pathetic for cumming like this, with minimal stimulation but God, he needs it. When he finally has enough clarity of thought, he registers the feeling of your hands in his hair and his brain starts to process all the filthy little encouragements you've whispered in his ear as he came.

When he comes down, he knows he should probably feel embarrassed but instead, he feels safe. He feels cared for and in a strange way, he feels a little bit more whole, knowing he's finally letting himself be intimate with someone who wants the very best for him.

[gothcsz]

new one shot today let's gooo

[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?"

[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."

[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.

[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!)

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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.

[not-poignant]

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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Distract (Divert) | Words: 6,188 | Nizzy + Link | E

[ddagent]

Ok for real, can I request all of them? lol. My brain is so torn between soft and slow feelings sex and all the kink ones, so I may be back again, but for now I'll say: 9.Blindfolded/Bound or both what the hell - preference for bound, but I'd take both ;)

Margo/Sergei | PWP | FR18 | 11,97 words     Margo has a secret in her adjacent bedroom: Sergei Nikulov, bound to her bed. You can definitely request more! I'm thoroughly enjoying writing utter filth for these two. Happy reading!

"Hey, I'm heading out now. You haven’t seen Sergei recently, have you?" Aleida's head peered through Margo's open doorway, coat and bang slung over one arm. "One of his team was just looking for him. Thought I’d ask."

Margo, currently packing up for the day herself, thought for a moment before shaking her head. She tried not to read into Aleida asking her about Sergei; since his defection over a year ago, they had tried to keep their relationship professional. Friendly at most. Still, the rumour mill worked harder than any NASA engineer. "Haven't seen him all day. Dinner, tomorrow?"

"Sure thing.”

Margo watched as Aleida headed home to her family. Emma and Nuri soon followed. Checking her watch, she gave it another ten minutes for the corridors to clear through. Then she locked her office door. Slipped off her heels, pairing them beside her desk. Eased her jacket from her shoulders and tossed it over the back of her chair. Her hand lingered on the door knob and Margo's teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she thought of what she would find inside. Grinning at the mental image, Margo opened the door to her adjacent bedroom to finally gaze upon the real thing.

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[biteofcherry]

When I think I can't write anything filthier, my brain strikes again 😳