We Need More Pervert Rhiannon

we need more pervert rhiannon

nsfw content so mdni! also maybe some book!rhiannon references + knife play, role play, etc. etc.

pervert!rhiannon who leaves her phone recording on the nightstand when she knows you’ll be alone in her house to hear the little sounds you make when you think no one’s listening. she doesn't expect much, perhaps the rustle of sheets or the clink of her mug in your hand. what rhiannon does not expect is the faint creak of her mattress and the shuffle of clothes being pushed aside, followed by your quiet moans.

pervert!rhiannon who keeps the file saved and plays it back later, in bed, legs spread and one hand between them, phone to her ear.

on that note: pervert!rhiannon who lowkey gets off on knowing exactly what you’re doing even when she’s not there. she has your schedule and routes memorized.

pervert!rhiannon who thinks about how much she wants to unzip you from your own skin, not with the intention of hurting you, just to see & understand. to have proof that your insides are just as pretty, just as hers, as the rest of you.

pervert!rhiannon who loves denying you what you want. she’ll have you crying for it, tied to the bed and begging with a vibrator or her fingers pressed against your clit. with every whine and shudder, she’ll just smile and press harder.

pervert!rhiannon who makes you repeat after her while you come: “i belong to you”, “i’m yours”, “no one else gets this.”…she needs to hear it, have the words echoing in her ears while you fall apart underneath her even when she’s the one giving it to you.

pervert!rhiannon who touches herself in your bed when you’re not home, wearing your clothes and whispering your name into the pillow.

pervert!rhiannon who humps your pillow and later presses your face into the stain she’s left on it while she fucks you from behind.

i’ve definitely mentioned this before but: pervert!rhiannon who steals your underwear every time she has the chance. she sniffs them, presses the fabric to her face, then touches herself with them tucked between her thighs, thinking about what you smell and feel like, rubbing against her.

pervert!rhiannon who likes to leave her panties in your bag, your coat pocket, your car…places you’ll find them when she’s not around.

pervert!rhiannon who wants to know and understand what every sound you make means. she’ll edge you for hours to memorize the pitch of every gasp, every breathless whimper, so she can recreate it exactly, on command.

pervert!rhiannon who fantasizes and touches herself to the thought of hurting people who hurt you. she’s followed people home for less and there’s no world where someone slights you and doesn’t end up in her mental kill list.

pervert!rhiannon who spits on your cunt before she fucks you. “such a pretty thing,” she breathes softly, eyes fixated on your clit as she rubs her spit across it, then dips her fingers inside to pump it into you, moaning like she can can feel your walls clamping down on her.

pervert!rhiannon who gets jealous of your vibrator LMAOO. she’ll let you use it, sure, though only if she’s the one holding it. she’ll laugh at you if you cum too fast and edge you again, slower. “you finish when i say you do,” rhiannon murmurs, hand between your thighs. “not when a stupid toy tells you to”

pervert!rhiannon who gets off on performing with the strap. not just fucking you, but watching your face while she does it: mirror on the wall, your back arched, rhiannon behind you, one hand curled up in your hair, the other guiding her cock like it’s hers, not just a toy. she slams into you hard enough to make your breath hitch while she tells you to look at her in the reflection. (pervert!rhiannon who jerks herself off with the strap before she fucks you…?)

pervert!rhiannon would definitely buy one of those cum filled straps. she gets off on the fantasy of breeding you, on the illusion of filling you with something that’s hers. she’ll coo when you whimper under her, holding your legs up and apart while she fucks you with something too big. “gotta stretch you open if you want to carry for me, don’t i?” she says with mock-sweetness. “you feel that? fuck, you’d be so pretty full of me”

pervert!rhiannon who wants to fill you up and leave it in and watch you leak. she’ll hold your thighs open, thumb rubbing where it drips out. “you’re going to keep it in, aren’t you? be a good girl and keep me in” other times, she’ll keep the strap in for hours, taping the toy to your thigh, tying your legs shut around it, or just leave it there, watching you squirm. “don’t spill,” she says, licking her lips. “you owe me that.”

pervert!rhiannon who watches you shower and pushes you against the tiles once she can’t keep her hands off you anymore. she likes the inconvenience of it; the heat of the hot water, the wet slap of skin, your gasps and how you flail for balance. “couldn’t wait,” she mutters against your neck, strap already pushing in as she inhales your scent. “you looked too good. couldn’t fucking wait.”

pervert!rhiannon who points out all the places she could hurt you in the most soothing voice imaginable. “here,” she rasps, kissing your collarbone. “here,” another kiss, this time against your hip. “and here,” her mouth hovers over your pulse. “do you trust me?”

pervert!rhiannon who holds your wrists down with one hand and presses the blade of her knife against your tongue with the other. “taste it,” she instructs.

pervert!rhiannon who kisses you with blood on her hands. not always yours, not always hers. she won’t say where it came from, and you don’t ask. it doesn’t matter whose it is, she’ll make you suck it from her digits anyway, or smear it across your cheeks. (also!! sub!pervert!rhiannon, anyone…? who begs to be called good girl with blood all over her after getting back home from a kill…? “tell me i’m good,” she’ll beg. “please tell me i’m good”)

period sex with pervert!rhiannon…..? she doesn’t care if you’re on your period, in fact, she likes it when she can smell or taste it when she kisses you after eating you out. rhiannon will make you lay back with your legs open to watch the blood drip down your thighs. and when she goes down on you, she makes a mess on purpose until her nose, chin and cheeks are covered in crimson.

you know the drill but….pervert!rhiannon who loves roleplay.“play dead,” she once said, straddling you with the strap already pressing into your stomach. “i’ll tell you when to wake up.” (book reference…)

pervert!rhiannon who fucks you with the hilt of her knife. that’s it, that’s the thought.

Shauna nsfw drabble bcuz i haven’t uploaded in a long time :3

WARNINGS: Nsfw (duh), brief mentions of violence, not really consensual at first??? feral shauna

A/N: ended up way longer than i expected.

Shauna Nsfw Drabble Bcuz I Haven’t Uploaded In A Long Time :3

Shauna’s so angry lately..no one can really blame her with the death of her baby and the death of Jackie. Shauna’s lost a lot in a couple months and it’s really been draining her.

You’re the only one who doesn’t look at her like she’s some feral animal though..you comfort her, you hug her and tell her that you don’t necessarily understand what she’s going through but you’re there.

Shauna adores you, you’re the one thing in the wilderness that makes her feel so warm other than the cold and feral version of her that craves to feast on flesh.

She’s so mad, she’s filled with anger and hatred — especially towards Lottie. The way the girl acts so calm and spiritual, ‘brainwashing’ the others into what Shauna believes is delusions.

Shauna throws the first punch at Lottie, she can feel the soreness and pain in her knuckles at how harsh the hit is. She’s ready to keep going until she feels a hand tug at her jacket.

Shauna whips around, looking ready to kill until her eyes fall on you. Sometimes when she looks at you all she can see is Jackie and that sight..calms her slightly.

“Shauna, don’t.” You beg, the last thing everyone needs is another dead body and Shauna looks like she was about to murder Lottie. Lottie looks like she’s ready to protest but before she can you’re dragging Shauna off her.

Because you’re the only one who can tame the feral beast in Shauna’s body.

…

You bring Shauna up to the attic - attending to the wounds on her bloodied knuckles with the limited supplies you all have.

“I don’t need you to protect me.” Shauna huffs, a bit irritated as the anger in her body just seems to build the more she can’t find a stress relief.

You sigh, looking up at Shauna with an almost disappointed gaze.

“I know, honestly I think I was protecting Lottie more than you. You looked ready to kill her.” You sigh and set the cloth you had back into the water bucket you used to disinfect Shauna’s hands.

Shauna rolls her eyes at your comment and looks down at her knuckles that you had patched up for her — the action makes her heart flutter a bit.

“I wouldn’t have actually killed her.” Shauna protests, “Just..I don’t know what I was thinking..”

You give her a sympathetic smile and walk over to sit beside her, draping an arm around her waist as you give her a hug. Shauna slightly stiffens before melting into the contact, her breathing getting heavier as she takes in your embrace.

You’re so warm, she can hear your heartbeat against hers, she feels absolutely feral and all she wants to do right now is devour you whole.

Shauna feels like she’s blacking out, nearly dissociated from her body and she doesn’t even realize that she’s smashing her lips against yours hungrily.

Your eyes widen and you stiffen up, gasping in surprise but Shauna takes that initiative to push her tongue into your mouth as she squeezes your waist to pull you into her lap.

You’re on top of Shauna now — eventually you melt into the kiss and are kissing her back just as hungrily. It’s been months since the both of you have had some real connection with another human being and you two are practically starving.

Shauna pulls back for a second, desire in her eyes as her lips are bruised from the rough kissing. “I need you so fucking bad right now,” Shauna growls, attaching her lips to your neck.

She grabs your hips and flips the two of you over, pressing you against the harsh wood flooring but you’re too lost in the sensation of Shauna’s lips on your neck to care.

“Shauna.” You mewl softly, laying your head back to give her more room to kiss and bite.

Shauna’s hungry and she eagerly tugs your shorts down, giving you no time to process as she slips her hand into your panties.

Your hips jolt in surprise as Shauna starts to rub harsh circles on your clit, she’s never really pleasured another woman before but she’s touched herself plenty of times to be familiar enough.

Your breathing gets heavier as Shauna’s fingers rub your bundle of nerves while her lips continue to suck and kiss on your neck.

“You’re so fucking sweet the way you always try to protect me.” Shauna pants as she starts to rock against your thigh, “All mine..no one else can touch you because you belong to me.”

Shauna growls, sloppily pushing two fingers into your cunt which causes you to cry out at the sudden stretch. You move up to cover your mouth since the girls are just downstairs but Shauna grasps at your wrists and slams them above your head onto the wood floor.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Shauna moans, her hips snapping against your thigh, “Let them hear you, let them all hear how good i’m making you feel.”

Shauna’s nails are slightly digging into your wrists from the pleasure coursing through her body and she continues to roughly pump her fingers into your weeping pussy.

Your moans fill the room, unable to even hold them back as Shauna fingers you with an absolutely feral pace. That knot in your stomach is starting to get tighter and you writhe against Shauna while she pins you down.

“A-Aah! S—Shauna, please..i’m gonna cum..” You pant inbetween gasps, her fingers curl and rub against your walls without mercy.

Shauna grits her teeth together as her rocking against your thigh gets harsher, the way you announce your pleasure to her makes her clit throb and she can feel her orgasm approaching as well.

“Do it. Fucking cum all over my fingers.” Shauna spits at you with an aggressive tone, taking out all her anger with the harsh pounding of her fingers inside your wet pussy.

Your mouth falls agape and nearly your body rises up off the ground, shouting Shauna’s name with pleasure as you gush all over her fingers.

Shauna’s eyes squeeze shut while her mouth falls open, letting out harsh pants of breathe as she rides your thigh with reckless abandon.

Shauna doesn’t care that the girls downstairs can hear you crying out her name, it honestly just makes her body even hotter and her panties get even wetter. She wants everyone to know that she’s making you feel absolute bliss because you belong to her.

“Tell me you love me.” Shauna gasps out, her thighs squeezing against your leg as she rides you desperately, “Please.”

She needs to hear it, needs to hear that atleast someone does, that she’s not completely alone out here without Jackie.

“I love you, Shauna..” Your breathless voice comes out as your hands fall on her waist to stabilize her.

The coil inside Shauna’s stomach snaps and she lets out a loud cry as her orgasm wracks through her body, her thighs slightly twitching.

Shauna collapses against you, cuddling you close as she pants heavily to attempt to catch her breath that was stolen from the intense pleasure through her body.

You wrap your arms around her and kiss the side of her head, happy that Shauna got the stress relief she needs as she falls asleep with a small smile on her face for the first time in weeks.

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flurpe

6 months ago

ellie, who unexpectedly orgasms as she’s strapping you.

you thought something was off by how sloppy she was handling your hips, her fingers twitching impulsively and the thrusts of the silicone in your cunt is faltering. maybe her stamina is no longer, or maybe she’s just not into you.

but you hear her exhale shakily, her choked up breaths. people usually tried missionary first, but not ellie - she wanted to see you ride it reverse cowgirl, watch your ass from behind in doggy, and she wanted to hear you cry out speed-bump style.

but she’s on top of you now, your lower back angled comfortably on a sweaty pillow, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress.

“fuck.. fuck.. fuck—“ she whimpers silently to herself, and your glossed eyes are fluttering open. you’ll call out her name with difficulty, ellie?

that intangible pleasure in your cunt she used to hit with ease is starting to subside, but it doesn’t matter, because your core is tightening when you see her fucked-out expression. her lids shut, eyebrows arched in ecstasy and my god, williams.. it looks like you’re the one getting fucked.

the constant rocking has been stimulating her poor, swollen clit. and suddenly provoking her orgasm, her hips are twitching like crazy, whimpering exhales sloppily seeping from her lips.

“are you fucking coming?” you gasp jaggedly, feeling the silicone burrow deeply into your hole in these random and unanticipated twitches.

you’ll cup her face, and her skin is piping hot, melting into your sweaty palms. her eyes are closed, and even when they are fluttering, you can only see the pleasured whites of her eyes.

“mm—fuck-‘m sorry, i’m sorry baby-ah—..” she whimpers, too embarrassed to open her eyes fully for you to see her shameful irises, dilated pupils that are so selfish.

she’s using her remaining momentum to sporadically thrust into your soaked slit, encouraging those last ruffles of her rupturing orgasm, humming low and guttural as she does so. “felt so good—fuck, pussy feels so good, baby—“ she exhales breathlessly, her parted lips against your chest.

you can feel the hot air on your skin, condensation melting into the pores.

she tries to continue, for your sake, for your enjoyment. but it’s too much, oversensitivity that has her trembling like a loser; her arms are quivering as they try to hold her up. “i can’t-can’t go anymore—“ she whines, her measly thrusts forcing her clit into overdrive.

just the smallest tap has her overwhelmed. but you’re not satisfied, she knows this.

“keep going.” you demand, determined eyes maintaining a solid gaze at her own, your palms still framing her jaw. “i need to come too.”

and when she pauses, eyes glassy with the overbrimming bliss, you dip her face lower. her ear inches away from your lips, and you whisper with a callous hue. “you talked so much fucking game, so fuck me until i come. is that so much to ask?”

“i can’t-i can’t, it’s too—“ she tries to defend herself, tries to ignore the constant contracting of her hole; the rigorous pulsing of her tormented bud. but you’re quick to deflate it.

“it’s always about you, huh, ellie?” you murmur, slowly rutting your hips against the silicone. she can hear the challenge in your voice, the way you diminish her, the humiliating wetness of her slick.

and she loves it.

“stop being so selfish, and fuck me.” you order, your arms sprawling out to your sides - because you want her to put the work in, make the same mess of you as she did herself.

and she will. she’ll whine, she’ll beg, she’ll plead. it’s too much, i can’t, please baby as she fucks into you like you deserve. the veins in her hands prominent as she tries to keep herself steady, the definition in her abdomen from the clenching, and the pitiful way she’s crying out. whimpering for breath, a pleasured tear landing on your collarbone.

but she fucks you good, and you’re grateful for it.

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flurpe

2 months ago

MY SHAYLAAAA 💔💔💔💔😭😭