#just pure filth

[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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[switchbladedreamz]

Choosing Me

LongHair!Frank Castle x Fem!Goth!Reader smut

Requested? Nah

Warnings? ❤️18+!!Hella fuckin smut y'all. Just fiiiiilth.

I need him to kiss me with his beard soaking wet

He cheated. Again..

"You know Ryan, you say you love me but you really don't give a shit about me. Do you?" He face turns bright red. It's his only change of expression from condescending. He straightens his tie. "Oh this again! I love you (Y/n/n). Is it your time of the month or something?" Out of the corner of my eye I see the silhouette, it's been following me all day, get closer. "Look I'm sorry I cheated, it didn't mean anything to me. Lets just forget this ever happened, we'll go to that fancy new Italian place and I'll buy you a new necklace." "Wow. It's like you're married the definition of misogyny, Jesus Christ dude. Get ahold of yourself and get your head out of your ass." I laugh, it almost sounds deranged with how pissed off I am. I turn to walk away but he grabs my wrist. I punch him square in the nose. "I have two hands dumbass, next time try to restrain them both." I mumble 'pathetic' before walking to my car. So too the silhouette moves in time.

It's three hours later and I'm crying into a bottle of wine blasting Halestorm, trying to remind myself I'm a bad bitch. A knock sounds at my door. A very beautiful face is on the other side of the door and I feel the gay panic seep in. "Hello, I'm Yelena, your new neighbor. I believe this is your mail," her ethereal green eyes squint as to read the name in the plastic viewing window of the envelope..''(Y/n)," 'my name rolls off her tongue so elegantly, beautiful.', " it was on my doorstep." She speaks in a Russian accent. I accidentally stare for a moment before finally speaking. "Ahem. Sorry! Thank you, yes. Uhm..how did you know my name?" "It's on the mail." She responds, a light laugh on the end. "Oh! Of course, how silly of me." "Is the music too loud? I'm sorry if it is, and I know a lot of people don't like metal.". Yelena has a beautiful smile, "Crank it girl, Lzzy Hale is an icon. I'll see you around." She waves. I'm stunned silent as I watch her door close. I jump over the couch and yank my phone off the aux, calling my best friend.

"Frank!! The most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life just moved in across from me. And she likes the same music I do, I'm gonna marry her.". "Jesus Christ (Y/n), I thought you was busy cryin over that Bryan prick." "Ryan, and I've been crying because I'm totally happy to be rid of his ass." "Yeah I never did like that douchebag. So. What's the chicks name? I'll see what I can get David to find, see if she's the real deal." I smile, I'm happy he cares. "She said her name was Yelena, I didn't get a last name though. She has this beautiful Russian accent but it's not too thick to were I don't know what she's saying. I don't usually go for blondes but man." "Yeah yeah I get it you're head over heels. Stay safe. Did Ron get all of his shit out of your apartment yet? You need any help with that asshole?" " I would like that, he's not a violent guy but he grabbed my wrist, it left a bruise. He'll be here in a few hours and I haven't been able to stop crying but I was a bad bitch when we last spoke now I'm a sad bitch.". "I'll be there". Before I can thank him he hangs up. He has such a way with words.

Frank arrived shortly after the phone call. He brought me flowers, ice cream, and a black throw blanket. I started to tear up "c'mon, can't have my best girl cryin over a gift. Go sit on the couch, I'll clean up and get you some food and water. Can't have that bastard catch ya slippin. He'll think he's won." I put the new blanket on top of the washer so I don't forget to wash it, I stop in the bathroom and wash my face and change out of my wet shirt.

"Heeey, there she is. Pick out a movie". Frank sets two plates on the coffee table. "Found some hamburger helper in the fridge." I hum as a response before picking Hellraiser, classic.

Halfway through the movie someone knocks on the door. Frank gets up, motioning for me to stay on the couch. I can hear the accusing tone in Ryan's voice as he's greeted with Frank's face. "Guess she hopped on the next dick that was nice to her". Frank's response meets Ryan's nose, that cracks. He screeches and I rush off the couch to stand behind Frank. "You're just going to let this APE TREAT ME LIKE THIS (Y/N/N)!?" Ryan yells. "Keep your voice down! And he can hit you once since you left a bruise on my wrist from early. Eye for an eye, bruise for a bruise shithead. Take your shit and leave." I grab the box, pretending Im going to hand it to Ryan, I let it dump to the floor in the hallway. I hear a gasp then a laugh, Yelena was in her door way. "I'm so sorry. I heard shouting and was going to check on you." That makes me smile a little.

Ryan scoffs and surprisingly he leaves without a word. With asshat out of sight Yelena breaks the silence. "Man that was awkward. But good for you, I like that you dumped the box. I would have just stabbed him." She laughs. I awkwardly laugh. "I'm kidding, you Americans." She points at us and chuckles, shutting her door. Frank and myself go back to watching Hellraiser. I hid my face in his arm as the hooks tore Uncle Frank's flesh off, I hate that part. Frank just laughs then let's me know when it's over.

After the movie ends Frank stretches, his shirt riding up. His happy trail making me happy. I can't help but shoot a quick glance to his lap then away. For some reason my dryer goes off. "Okay now put in the movie I brought." I hear Frank faintly call out. As he walks in he's carrying my new blanket, a bottle of wine, the ice cream, and two spoons. I smile and bend over to put in the movie he brought.

"I've never seen this before. Have you?". I can feel his eyes on me as I bend. "Nah ain't heard of it neither but Sarah said she thinks you'd like it and I told her I was headed over here and she let me borrow hers as long as I bring it back without a scratch." "Well cool, thanks Sarah. I'll definitely have to text her after with my review of it.".

Frank and I go back to cuddling. His presence is so comforting, I'm glad he's here with me. Frank starts to shift around, his face sort of contorted into an uncomfortable expression. "You okay Frankie?" I whisper. "I'm alright." He responds curtly. Well okay then.

Thirty minutes later and he's started shifting again, what the hell. I watch his hands go under the blanket and I catch a glimpse. Oh.

"hey Frankie" I whisper again. "Yeah what?" "Are you alright? You keep squirming around. Are you feelin okay?" I look up at him, doe eyes and all hoping he'll tell me the truth. "Quit worryin bout me and watch the movie, I'm okay." I nod my head and get up to go to the bathroom. It's there I realize why Frank was staring. I'm wearing loose shorts and...I forgot to put underwear on when I was changing into my pajamas. I go to my room and get an old pair of a different ex's jogger sweats (she was very tall) and an oversized HIM cutoff for Frank to sleep in.

Back in the living room I throw the garments at him and he catches them. "What're these (Y/n)?" "Your PJs silly, you really think I'm gonna let you drive yourself home after all the wine we've had". I slur my words the tiniest bit. "I'll get some water for us but you're still staying the night." I insist. I'm met with no retaliation from my guest.

The movie ends and Sarah was right, it was great. I pick up my phone but it's dead. Well I guess I'll text her in the morning.

I'm bent down on the floor, trying to find my charging cord under the mattress when heavy footfalls alert me of Frank's presence. I hear him mumble "fuck me" under his breath. I smile but it's swept away due to my lost cord. "hey princess is this what you're lookin for?" His voice is gruff, broken. Like he's trying to restrain himself. I get up off the ground and plop onto the bed, "yes! Thank you!" I grab it and kiss his cheek as thanks, okay maybe I'm still tipsy. I bend back over, this time on my night stand, to plug in my charger. "Damn iiit. I'm on my tiptoes and I still can't reach it. Frankie can you help me please?" He wordlessly walks over and fixes my problem. "Thank you. Would you like to take a shower before bed?" "Uh, yeah that'd be great, thanks. Towels?" "Hall closet". He nods and leaves.

Laying in my bed, trying my best to fall asleep but I can't when I can hear him. He's not loud by any means but the walls are thin. His little "fuuuuck"s or "yes just like that babygirl"s are driving me insane and insanely wet. The last thing I hear is "fuck yes, just like that (Y/n). Good girl" then the water shuts off. When the door opens, I can see Frank in my doorway. "Frank,....could you come lay with me till I fall asleep?" I ask him innocently. "I don't know if that's a good idea." "It's okay if you don't want to but I've been trying to sleep this whole time and it's weird to fall asleep to an empty bed.. I'm cold" I whine the last bit, rubbing my hands on my arms. Effectively squeezing my arms together to make my breasts pop. Another silent nod he steps in, shuts the door, and makes his way to my bed. It's then I notice he's shirtless and a couple droplets roll down his chest. Fuuuuck mee.

"good night princess" Frank whispers. "Gnight Frankie.".

I'm woken up at 5am, so my clock tells me, to grunts and being shaken. I feel something harsh against my behind when the brain fog clears and I realize what's happening. Frank's face is buried in my neck, and his cock against my ass, humping me in his sleep. "please" he whispers. It's so broken, desperate for release. I bite back a moan and rub my thighs together. It does nothing to alleviate my troubles except when I slip my hand down my shorts. I find im completely soaked when my middle finger splits my folds and runs up and down, spreading my juices. I accidentally gasp out loud as I rubbed my clit by surprise. Frank awoke with a grunt. "You okay pretty girl?" His morning voice is so hot. Then I feel the air shift. He knows. "(Y/n)." I don't answer. I'm too ashamed. "(Y/n)." He says more urgently this time. "Y-ye-ahem, yeah Frankie?". "Don't 'yeah Frankie' me right now. Just, just. Is this happening?" He stammers out. "D-do you want it to? To happen?" I turn onto my right side and face him. I had to at some point. "Yes. Do you?". I just nod. "Can I get something verbal, please?" His deep voice on edge. "I do. Please. Please Frank." Like a predator he growls and inches down bed, kissing and licking down my body as he strips me bare. With his large rough hands, grips my ankles, he pulls my center directly to his face. He doesn't stop making eye contact as his beard burns my thighs. His lips suck my clit into his mouth, the tip of his tongue swirling on my nub over and over and over. Two thick fingers languidly thrusting into me. It's all so beautiful and overstimulating. The tips of his fingers cuuurl and my toes do to, hands twisting needy in his long black locks. The grunts he makes when I tug on his hair send me. His fingers and mouth leave me and a small whiney 'nooo' leaves my mouth. Frank chuckles as he changes our position, I look up and my mind is blown. The big bad...hairy.. Punisher, towering over me and chuckling at me. "Frankie if you know one thing, it's for sure how to turn a girl on." His only response is another chuckle. His big hands pull my knees together and brings them over to one shoulder, slowly inching his member deeper into me. The girth stretching me open, nestled deep in my walls.

Frank's eyes never leave mine as he gently pulls out then pushes back in, inch by fucking inch. One arm stays wrapped around knees, his free hand pressing on my waist. Before I ask what he's doing out of nowhere his thrusts become fast and hard. I can see his cock bulging out of my stomach under Frank's hand, my eyes go wide and squeal when that hand applies pressure. "Okay baby, let me hear you". He leans his body forward, thrusting even deeper. The push and pull of his thick cock fucks my brain over, I can't think of anything. "F-Fra-fuuuck Fra-a-ank!" I cry at the top of my voice, all I get as a response is another chuckle. I roll my eyes. "Hey don't you fuckin roll your eyes at me, especially when I'm inside of you." His thrusts don't stop, it takes a lot to muster my verbal response. "You just...chuckle...it feels rude". I cross my arms to further prove my point. Really I'm just playing with my breasts. "It's." Stop, a harsh thrust. "Because." A stop, Harsh thrust. "You're" stop, harsh thrust. "So. Fucking." Two harsh thrusts back to back. "Cute!" He throws my legs open and around him, wraps his arms under me and pulls me to his chest. Plush lips trace my throat, my pulse, a bite to my jugular, a timid lick behind my ear, a nibble to my lobe. "Baby" I whimper, hushed against the shell of his ear. Gods he smells amazing, like me. It makes me feel primal, he's mine, he smells like me, mine mine mine. His hips move fluidly and slow, loving me. Choosing me. I kiss neck, my lips pressing softly to his Adams apple, my nails scratch lightly down his back. He shivers and it's my turn to chuckle. "Now you get it" Frank says before kissing my shoulder and to my chest. We end the blissful night between the sheets, holding hands. "G'night Frankie." I whisper to the darkness. "G'night baby".

[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 😉. )

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

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.

[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?"

[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

[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.

[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

[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.

[coldercreation]

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

[biteofcherry]

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

[magicaldreamfox1]

dreamy drabbles

— prompt: thanksgiving filth

"Pretty, isn't it?" Vegas murmurs into his ear, slowing his hips down to a deep grind.

Despite the darkness around them, Pete thinks he can make out their reflections against Bangkok's sparkling skyline: himself; flushed, panting, knuckles white where he's clutching the couch, with Vegas right behind him; tall, imposing, rivalling the buildings in front of them.

Pete sways to the rhythm of the lights twinkling, carried by the slow rolling of Vegas' hips, moving to the melody of their hearts beating; with one another, for one another.

And in the glimmering city lights, between shared breaths, Pete is remade.