#tw humiliation

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Repeating "Stupid. Fucking. Cunt." Over and over while I have you pinned underneath me, my cock deep inside you my eyes locked with yours. Each word punctuated with an unnecessarily hard slap across your face and thrust deeper into your hole.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

summary: Logan has fun punishing you ;)

warnings: hard kink (don't like, don't read!), kinda dub-con (maybe?), unprotected sex, humiliation, rough sex, degradation, mean!logan, dacryphilia, crying, slight dumbification, spanking, creampie

~ last kinktober!! happy halloween! ~

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You're a sobbing mess, face pressed against the couch cushions, your arm flailing around, clutching onto anything you can hold onto. Logan's back is pressed against yours, warm and hard, as he thrusts into you. He's feral like an animal and you can feel his cock stretch you painfully wide. 

"Lo–lo," you whimper, voice small, "Can't do this anymore," you sob, tasting the saltiness of your tears as your poor pussy is abused. Logan's hands fist your hair, pushing down as he grunts. 

"Can't take it, hm? Yes, you can. You're a slut remember. This is what you wanted, isn't it? This is what you fucking begged for when you were on your knees. Huh, you remember? Licking up my cock, staring up at me with those doe-eyes of yours," he pauses, growling, "What was it you said? You can handle it? Well, handle it then, honey."

You catch your breath, barely able to breathe as he fucks you hard. You're sobbing, unable to focus. Logan grins wolfishly, pulling you up by your hair as he leans in. His lips hit your ear and he whispers hoarsely, "We're gonna play a game now, can you do that for me?"

When you don't answer him he thrusts particularly hard.

"Yes, Logan, yes—" you whine, eyes blurry from your tears. You're staring at the wall now, trying your hardest to be good for him. His laugh in your ear makes you shiver. 

"I want you to count every thrust into your soaked pussy." You can hear his grin, "And if you miss one, I'll go even harder, do you understand me?"

You choke on a cry, not understanding why he's punishing you. You hadn't been that bratty. Logan just seems like he likes this; mocking you and making you squirm for him. He thrusts hard, hitting your cervix and you gasp. 

Apparently, the game had started because he slaps your ass. "One!" you cry, moaning loudly. You're slightly afraid your neighbors might hear you but Logan doesn't seem to care. He continues fucking into you, whispering dirty things in your ear and you struggle to count all his thrusts. He's so fast. His stamina is intense. 

"Four–ah–five, six, s-seven—"

"Louder. I want everyone to know how much of a slut you are." 

You cry, your body feels weak and you're happy he's holding you up because you couldn't do it yourself. Your mind goes hazy as you try and count. "thirteen, fourteen, ah—fifteen, s-sixteen—Logan—I- I can't," you sob, completely losing track and his thrusts become harder to the point that it's burning. You accept the pain, moaning louder. 

Logan's hand wraps around your jaw, groaning in your ear. "Filthy girl. Can't even listen. What am I gonna do with you? I have to teach you a lesson, huh? One your stupid little brain will understand." 

Your skin burns with embarrassment as tears prickle your eyes. His other hand roughly cups your breast and tortures your nipples. This is humiliating, being so powerless against him. You just cry softly, coming around him, body convulsing. You couldn't hold it anymore.

It just happened.  

Logan smirks. He doesn't care that you didn't ask for permission. After all, it gives him more ammunition. 

"Couldn't control yourself, honey?" 

You shake your head, tears streaming down onto his hand. He wipes his hand around your face, smearing your tears around and messing up your mascara. He chuckles.

"Please—t-too much."

Hearing your words, Logan grunts, spilling himself into your womb. He lets go, watching you fall forward again, and digs his nails into your hips. His thrusts slow, catching his breath and looking down at you. You're a complete mess; tears and snot coating your face as you lay there, completely used. Logan smirks to himself, pulling out and then plugging his cum inside you with his fingers. You whimper, too weak to squirm. 

"Keep it all in. Lose a drop and I'll make this worse for you," Logan says. The threat is empty considering he can see you're done. He's pushed you to your limit and you took it so well. Soothingly, he runs his other hand over your back. Once he's satisfied that you're keeping his cum inside, he walks over and caresses your cheek, truly wiping your tears away this time. 

"Shh," he says, kneeling next to you. You blink, eyes still hazy. He's still naked and he chuckles when you see your eyes wander downwards.

"Want more?" he teases.

You shake your head, whining. Logan laughs and kisses your head. "I know, honey. You're okay. You did so well for me," he says and strokes your hair. You sigh, relaxing in his arms as he praises you. You hum, needing more praise. Logan knows you do and he will happily oblige.

"Good girl," he whispers, kissing right next to your lips, smiling into your skin. 

You're always his good girl.

[amacaronexpert]

Hi! I found you through your nsfw headcanons for Kon! 🥰🫠🥵😳😳😳 Do you have any for Ri? He probably needs love and care over there.

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Kusuriuri of Ri NSFW Headcannons

TW: Smut, NSFW, kinks, mention of genitalia

Kusuriuri of Ri, I see him as more mysterious in how he operates, but the more you get into a relationship with him, you realize that he is just a very cheeky prankster.

Like he may appear all stoic and enigmatic, but he’s ogling when you make the mistake of sighing too hard and relaxing in his presence, it intensifies when he notices any loose clothing.

He’s so cheeky, he makes hand holding erotic while just giving you a blank stare look like,’Ho…..? Must have been the wind.’

He is not giving you a break, more like dramatic pauses, like he’s slow and he’s steady in his teasing, it’s all a form of art and seeing you squirm, he wants to see you try so hard to be composed only to be completely undone by just the slightest touch and the breathy voice from his throat.

But his patience does thin, and there are times when he just lets his lust run wild, prime example is when no one else is around and you decide to test him, he can handle humans in the way a stranger silently ignores the ignorant pompous person in a moment, sure he can subtly insult those that are disrespectful to the supernatural, but the moment you try to tease him? He’s biting you and giving you hickeys on EVERY inch of your skin.

He’s raking your skin with his nails in the heat of the moment, only in rare instances, but in the end of the intimacy, he will apply ointments and letting it heal.

Kusuriuri preps HARD, he likes to prolonged the process, he doesn’t rawdog it, it just loses all suspense, he prefers the buildup to have the sweetest reward, seeing you panic and embarrassed, he’s a bit sadistic, he likes the bondage of silk on your body, tied together so he himself can splay you out and his fingers pressing on your sternum before he trails down to your stomach.

His touch lingers, the tip of his sharp fingernails grazing your skin to make you shiver and keep you in suspense, he’s unpredictable, but he always starts with following the ridges of your body, from the middle of you chest, sometime playing and pinching and pulling at your nipples before following back to the curve of your stomach.

Ri likes the to obscure your vision, it’s apart of the bondage, making it easier for him to move and manipulate your pose.

And that relates to Ri’s Shunga collection, he would most definitely try to put you in many Shunga poses as he could each time you and him are having intimacy, it’s kinda humorous seeing him opening the book to an erotic scene and just moving you around until he gets the pose right, and it’s definitely out of curiosity to see if the pose provides ample pleasure or teasing, short answer? It does.

Ri is a pervert, he just comes and goes in that regard, he would say something poetic only for it to be later realized that he just said something perverted, like it’s almost comedic timing with his blank expression like just imagine he just says something poetic like,’The flower bud can be obscured by its leaves, with time it blossoms,’ and it later translates to,’Just flash me once please.’

Ri is heavy (carrying a medicine box and carrying heavy stuff with ease), so Ri is not budging unless he wants to, and trying to hide from him to tease him will not work because he will scare you with how fast he can be, just appearing from the shadows and just staring at you like,’So you’re hiding?…..’ he can also use this to spy on you with how quiet he can be, like you won’t notice him watching you while your changing until he likes to fuck with you.

And thing he likes the bit of tussle, he’s dignified but he lights the play, trying to tug at his hair, or touch his pointed ear and he pauses so hard, eyes staring over at your arm before slowly looking at your face before he hisses as he gives you a harsh kiss with his tongue shoving into your throat in retaliation.

Ri gives me the vibes of him sometimes starting at the back then curve around your front when he feels mischievous, like his lips are pressing against your neck, his sharp teeth grazing your shoulders and hands groping at your breasts, he likes to tease your nipples with his fingernails.

Ri likes to bathe with you, heck he will take you in a spring if he finds it to his liking, like he is does not mind where or when he takes you, as long as no one else is around, he will try it out.

Ri is mindful of taking you against hard surfaces, so he aims for more softer surfaces, though against hard surfaces he tends to be so much more horny due to him having to take it more slow and soft with you, he’s talking dirty while humping against your back, pinning your head against the wall, he likes seeing you try to look back only for your eyes to roll upwards as he puts in a well placed thrust in his fingers.

While I do not see him as the type to have sex in a futon; I think Ri has tried it, just letting you cuddle him while he’s pounding you.

I also like to think he tends to put a tag or put a charm on you, putting a piece of rope on your thigh or when binding your limbs together, I think it just turns him on in a sort of way only he understands.

By accident or on purpose, Ri will like to see you cry in overstimulation, or when you are riding the high of your orgasm, when your body tries to press and push against his body, no doubt he’s eating you out and wetting your thighs again for preparation for another round.

I think he would be comedic in the sense of just laying next to you, just his face slightly covered in your fluids while you are fast asleep, he washes it off but he just stares off into space for a moment like a cat on cat nip. It would be more hilarious since he has little shame, like he just likes to fuck with you, just imagine you looking mortified that Ri still has cum residue on his face and he’s like,’Are you going to help me wash it off?…’

Ri in the aftermath does the aftercare, amazing skills as well since he is a Medicine Seller, though he has a habit of wanting to do a ‘check up’ on you when you are conscious from the afterglow, he is just a pervert that’s doing it both to check if any hickeys or love bites are in need of some more ‘attention’ but seriously he’s checking out if he needs to patch you up.

Ri is a sadomasochist, he sometimes is sadistic during lovemaking, but he isn’t cruel unless he’s feeling something out, otherwise he is immediately sadistically horny the moment he feels you trying to inflict some pleasurable pain. He’s amused that you would challenge him.

Ri is mostly dominant, he won’t let you be dominant unless he is tired from dealing with humans during a battle with a Mononoke, or he’s luring you in so he can dominate and humiliate you into submission.

[toolewdarts]

Yall now I loveeee my man price, buttttt

Trigger warnings - dubious consent, sex implied, dark ig? Could see it as noncon so coercion / forced, phone sex, multiple partners. Let me know if I missed any!

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No warning. There was no warning or leading up to this pure disrespect. The notification truly came out of the blue. Simon sending a low-quality video, the preview so dark that you can't tell what you're looking at.

The second the sound kicks in? Hearing his baby's pretty moans and gasps for another man? Fuck, when there's enough light to see your body? Karma must love playing with him when he sees not only Simon's hands. Other hands he has saved, that have saved him, the hands of men that were his everything on the field.

Everyone can see and hear how beautiful you are even when the camera doesn't show your tearful eyes or your fucked out expression. Cheeks burning with desire and humiliation.

His men don't give you any chance of hiding or escaping the pleasure they give you. Kyle's hands massaging your chest, Johnny peppering your thighs with bites. You were sat on Simon's lap, legs spread by his own as he leaves no room your wrists to writhe pressed between you too.

They're touching you in a way that seems so sweet but they refuse to let you cum. Who knows how long this is going on when this video is sent, continuing as they go on about what they'll make you do to "earn" what youneed.

Anger bubbles in the older man's chest, red, hot magma at his core. How could his boys do this? When did this start? With a face red from anger and embarrassment, he calls Simon's phone.

It's quickly answered with a curt "Sir."

It would be unnoticeable to anyone else, but John could hear how the blonde's breath hitched. That change in his usual breaths.

John, losing his grip on his patience, growls out a question dangerously. "Simon, What the actual fuck was that? Touching what's not yours again, eh? Don't think I don't know the boys are there too.

The line is quiet for a moment, only breaking with an all too familiar muffled whine.

"Bit off more than you could chew, didn't you, love?" The Captain releases a dark and breathy laugh. Even foggy through the speakers, it's clear he's seething.

John Price is not a man of short temper. Being in the military so long has thickened his resolve. All those buttons hidden away in dark corners within. But when they're found? In one way or another, you'll wish you had time to pray.

A quiet sob escapes you. It's not your fault! They started it, and now you just wanted to cum so badly. Can't he see how mean they are to you? John never took you all that seriously when you told him of how the boys act when he's not looking. The dirty looks, the barely audible promises of what they will do to you, their sneaky hands trying to touch you wherever they want.

You knew how important his men were to him, how highly he talks of them to everyone. If only he could see how they're really not these great guys everyone thinks they are.

Gaz doing this, as the perfect gentleman when others are around, no doubt causes surprise. He softly mutters and mumbles how long he's waited for this as he rolls your nipples between both pointers and thumbs. A soft and almost sheepish smile when he catches your gaze. His demeanor may seem shy to some, but that look in his eye? Truly a hidden dark desire.

Johnny has always been a dog around you. Sees a "wee Bon" and can't let them leave without a kiss. He's slobbering all over your thighs in enthusiasm at the moment. His eyes are absolutely blown with lust. Staring at you to catch every reaction when he hits a sensitive spot. Tears flood your lashes with another 'love' bite. The bruised muscle throbbing loudly.

Now, there Simon was, one arm heavy around your waist as you were sat in his lap to hold you there. There was no real chance of escaping this torture, his other hand a sharp hold on your neck, as too many hands roam your body. Simon was able to leave open-mouthed kisses and nipping once his mask was pushed up. If it was just a bit brighter in the room, everyone could see how flushed his skin is. It's like you must be in a sauna with the heat around you.

You beg, absolutely beg Price to believe that it's not your fault. Someone's fingers press heavily on your tongue as you try to plead your case. The cotton between your ears grows thicker as they try to push further back with a heavy gag from you. The reaction has you squirming against both Johnny's mouth and Simon's thighs.

The pounding in your chest covers every other sound in the room. It sounds like rustling around you, whispers as all the contact is taken away from you. Leaving you gasping and whining with the loss of attention.

It's suddenly too quiet in this stuffed room. With eyes so unfocused that you can't clearly see where the guys are, essentially leaving you blind to their plans.

John only scuffs at all the noise coming from the phone. "What a bunch of honorless brats, all of ya." A slow, dark rasp escapes his lips. "Can't believe you'd do this to me love. I'll make your little reminder even more tiresome, maybe that could make you think twice in the future.

There's the tender sound of shuffling, then the sharp timg of his keys. "15 minutes, better start trying to apologize." The call ends as you weep. The men tormenting you only tense slightly before dark laughter dance around you.

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If a post of actual writing wasn't surprising to you, it sure as hell was to me. Genuinely do NOT remember actually writing anything ever t h e past few years but I found the bare bones of this in my drafts. So yeah! Lemme know what you think! Who knows when this will happen again...

[yoohoo-hoo]

infantilization whump needs to be explored more. grown whumpees who infantilized by whumper, treated patronizingly; bonus points if this includes forced dependency.

whumpee tied up or otherwise incapable of feeding themselves so whumper feeds them by hand. bonus points is whumpee refuses to eat and whumper pries open their mouth and force feeds them.

similarly, whumpee is also bathed by whumper. maybe whumpee is drugged or in more extreme cases, they're disabled. maybe whumper amputated their limbs or broke their bones, whatever the situation is, it's an excuse for whumper to give whumpee a nice, well deserved bubble bath.

whumper who forces whumpee to sit on their lap, carries whumpee around like a child, and puts a child leash on whumpee whenever they go out. or you can take it a step further and have whumper treat whumpee like a literal baby, strapping them into an adult-sized stroller or tucking them into a crib at night.

whumper uses a pacifier gag on whumpee to shut them up. then they proceed to humiliate whumpee by gushing over how cute they are, what an adorable little baby! look at you, sucking on your little binkie!

whumper dressing whumpee up as an infant, i mean there are so many options. should they put whumpee in a cute animal onesie? maybe an extra short frilly dress with diapers? what about one of those puffy bloomers? tie a cute pink bonnet around their head and look at how adorable they look!

every time whumpee tries to fight back, they know it's no use. there's no way they look intimidating dressed as a literal toddler. there's no fucking way anyone would take them seriously when their hair is tied into pigtails and there's a bib around their neck while they're bound to a stroller.

even worse that every time whumpee cusses and screams at whumper, this is just inviting more humiliation. whumper lives for the moments when whumpee snaps, it's basically free entertainment.

whumper simply giggles and squeezes whumpee's cheeks, pinches their nose, ruffles their hair, plants kisses all over whumpee's face, pinches and pulls whumpee's cheeks until they're red and sore.

whumper takes whumpee's cheeks between their hands and squeezes until whumpee can't form coherent words anymore. then whumper laughs and points out how adorable it is, "you can't even talk properly! what was that, sweetheart? you're gonna have to speak more clearly, i can't understand a word of what you're saying." all the while, whumpee's face gets increasingly red, both due to anger and embarassment.

whumper treats whumpee's threats and infuriated protests as little temper tantrums, nothing to be worried about. "oh you look so cute when you're all pouty and angry like that! that's a big word for a child, darling. don't make me spank you!"

and yes, whumper absolutely bends whumpee over and spanks them whenever they misbehave. or tweaks their ear in milder cases. whumpee hates it, they would rather be tortured to death than withstand this humiliation ritual.

and of course, bonus points if whumper does all this in front of their friends. whumper who goes to a party and brings whumpee around in a stroller or carries whumpee in their arms. whumper's friends all gush over how adorable whumpee is, pinching their cheeks and babytalking to them. and if whumpee ever steps out of line or tries to escape, they get spanked in front of everyone. doesn't matter if it actually hurts because whumper knows that nothing gets to whumpee more than the crushing, mortifying humiliation of it all.

also this is a theme with all my posts but this trope works best if whumpee was previously a very esteemed person. a highly respect public figure. a dominant leader. an intimidating force to anyone who opposed them. all that bravado and ego boiled down to this.

[soangelbaby]

Puppy user having to hold in her pee before rafe finally lets her go..only for it to be outside and on a tree 😓😓 lots of humiliation and praise ♡ 🪽

you’re sitting in the backseat of rafe’s car, hands tucked between your legs as you grind desperately against them to try and relieve the pressure building in your tummy. letting out a whine and crossing your legs tighter, “r-rafe… can’t hold it,” you murmur, voice small, begging after he’s made you hold it all day.

rafe’s eyes flick to yours in the rearview mirror, a slight smirk already tugging at his lips, the car slows at a red light, “we’re almost there pup, you can wait a little longer, can’t you?” rafe says tauntingly, and it just makes you squirm more, bouncing up and down in your seat. “rafey, please!” you beg, voice cracking but you don’t even care, your tummy was throbbing, desperate for release.

rafe doesn’t respond right away, but the light finally turns green and he makes his final turn before pulling into the doggy park. your eyes go wide, gasping in disbelief, “rafe! you don’t expect me to—” but he cuts you off sharply, “unt unt- you wanna beg like a little bitch? this is what you get,” and he doesn’t waste another word before snatching his door open and hopping out the car.

you let out a small whine but you knew it was no need for discussion, you were already here and you really had to go. so you reluctantly climbed out of the car, thighs squeezing together with every step as you followed behind him. you watched people in the distance prance around the park with their pets, some on leashes, some not.

your hands tugged anxiously at the hem of his sweatshirt, cheeks already hot as you trailed behind him. “rafey, please, not here,” you whispered frantically, but he only grabbed your wrist, tugging you toward a big oak tree that sat off to the side of the park away from most eyes.

shaking his head, “don’t whine,” rafe snapped quietly, though his smirk betrayed him, “you’ve been holding it all day, now you’re gonna show me how bad you wanted it,” he glanced over his shoulder, scanning the surroundings casually, like you weren’t in public at a dog park.

your lip trembled, tummy clenched so tight you thought you’d burst right there. then rafe planted himself in front of the tree, folding his arms, eyes locked on you. “c’mon, pup. drop those shorts. go on,” his voice low and teasing as he stood before you.

you wanted to deny at first, shifting from foot to foot with your legs crossed, humiliated at the thought of anyone seeing. but his brows shot up, sharp and warning, and you knew better than to test him now. with shaky fingers, you pushed your shorts down to your knees, looking up at him through wet lashes.

“atta girl,” rafe praised lowly, “look at you, already trembling. my desperate little pup” taking a step closer, now towering over you as he watches you squat down by the tree.

your whole body burned, knees knocking together, and finally —you couldn’t hold it anymore. hot relief poured out of you, hissing against the bark as you pissed in front of him. your hands covered your face, muffling the tiny cries spilling from your lips, but rafe was quick to grab your wrists, yanking them down.

“unt-unt, eyes on me,” he ordered, tilting your chin up. his gaze was heavy, proud, cruel and tender all at once. “that’s it, baby. just let it out. making such a mess for me, aren’t you? my good girl”

your chest heaved with the force of it, tears streaming down your cheeks as you finally emptied, the sound loud and humiliating in the open air. rafe crouched down in front of you, cupping your flushed face with one big hand, thumb swiping over the corner of your mouth.

“knew you could hold it for me. knew you’d be a good pup,” he murmured, voice low enough only for you. “look at you — so fucking pretty when you cry. you’re mine, yeah? mine to humiliate, mine to praise, mine to take care of”

your heart ached in your chest, mortification and relief clashing all at once. you nodded, whimpering a soft, “yours,” as he kissed your damp cheek, not caring about the tears streaking down. and when you were done, thighs still trembling, “good girl. now thank daddy for letting you go,” rafe snickered, tugging your shorts back up himself, petting your head like he was leashing his dog again.

[honeyroots]

been thinking about having the nastiest tantrum in front of frank castle. he tells you no in a gruff manner, something you’re not used to. frank always says yes because you’re his princess. you are his princess, right? your face twists up, fists clenching, and when he doubles down on the stern ‘no,’ your body feels hot with rage. chest tightening, you stomp your foot in the ground and grind your teeth together. frank is a little taken aback by it at first, he’s never seen you get worked up like this, but he wants to watch it play out— he’s way too interested in this.

his blank stare sends you spiraling, the slight twitch in his lip that resembles a smirk has you dropping to the floor while hot tears stream down your face. hands banging against the floor as you lay your body flat, legs kicking in every direction. it’s a sight for frank, the way snot dribbles out of your nose, spit bubbling around the corners of your lips as you throw a proper fit.

you know this is humiliating. you know how embarrassing this will be once you calm down enough to think about your actions, but in the moment you don’t care. you don’t have control over it and as much as you want to stop, you just can’t.

frank doesn’t want to intervene. no, not when you’re like this and exposing the most vulnerable parts of you. this might be better than sex. this display of humiliation just for him? maybe he doesn’t want to put an end to your shameful display of disappointment but eventually he has to. once the screaming and dry heaving becomes excessive he’ll walk over to you. “okay let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he’d say as he uses his t-shirt to wipe the snot from your nose even if you’re still in the mindset of a breakdown.

[misscandyla]

I’m here to say, with all the love in the world,

I love seeing Gi-hun being humiliated and subjugated in all sorts of ways. I love seeing him ashamed, being publicly embarrassed, or secretly coerced, or anything that leaves him stunned, disgusted, embarrassed, and, in turn, aroused

ABSURD bonus if:

the power dynamic is reversed (age gap with Gi-hun being older, but In-ho dominating him with ease, for example)

Omegaverse with misogyny against omegas

"Aftercare" that infantilizes and humiliates even more ("There, there. It's over. I didn't want to do that, but you made me. Come on, stop crying. I'm here")