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The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 8
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10littlebullets wrote in makinghugospin
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Announcements for Round 8: The Filth Fest Challenge is back by popular demand! Let's kick this round off with a bunch of panty-scorching prompts for people to come back to if they're ever in need of... inspiration. If you weren't there for the last Filth Fest, it's pretty simple: the first 50 prompts (at least) must be filthy and/or kinky as fuck. Keep your gen and your G-rated prompts in reserve until page 3--which if the last round is any indication will arrive quickly enough--and work on earning yourselves a dedicated first-class carriage to the special hell.

Fine print: In the original announcement. Basically, prompts on the first 2 pages that aren't on-topic for the challenge will be quietly screened or deleted and can be reposted later. There is no minimum subjective hotness requirement, just keep things sex- and/or kink-focused for those first 50 prompts.

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Fill 3/?

“Who wants it next?” Bahorel says, tugging sharply at Grantaire’s hair so he’s forced to turn and face the crowd.

“Me,” Feuilly volunteers, hooking his fingers in Grantaire’s collar to pull him close.

Grantaire shuffles over to him, on his knees without the use of his hands. When he’s at Feuilly’s feet, his friend smiles, stroking his fingers through the come on Grantaire’s face. Then he gently slips his calloused fingers into Grantaire’s mouth, making him lick the come off. He leaves his fingers in place long after they’re clean, and he’s looking over at Enjolras, engaged in the conversation, and completely ignoring Grantaire who’s sucking at his fingers.

Grantaire lets out an unnecessarily loud moan, trying to get his attention, and Feuilly ignores him, shoving his fingers in deeper to gag him.

Feuilly’s foot is on Grantaire’s thigh, a heavy weight pinning him in place. “Give me your hands,” Feuilly orders after a few minutes, and Grantaire offers them up. Feuilly pulls his fingers free from Grantaire’s mouth, taking his cravat off and using it to bind Grantaire’s wrists together. Only when his hands are firmly secured does Feuilly finally undo his pants and hold out his cock.

Grantaire looks up at him tentatively, and Feuilly smiles a little bit. “I like it soft,” he says, his hand cupping Grantaire’s jaw. “Lots of tongue. You can start by just licking.”

“Yes, sir,” Grantaire answers, leaning closer. He touches his tongue to the tip of Feuilly’s cock, slowly circling the head, and Feuilly’s hand tightens around his jaw, a spasm of pleasure.

He’s silent, unlike Bahorel, and doesn’t move Grantaire, just keeps that steady hand on him as Grantaire’s tongue moves on his cock. His hand is warm and strong, his rough calluses brushing against Grantaire’s sensitive skin as Grantaire works.

He takes on a rhythm quickly. It’s slower and softer than what he’s used to, but Feuilly’s grip on his chin loosens til he’s just an encouraging weight. His cock is practically dripping in Grantaire’s mouth, much more precome than he’s used to, and Grantaire licks it away, curling his tongue around the tip of Feuilly’s cock.

He alternates movements, sucking gently, then pulling away to lap cat-like at the sides. Then Grantaire works his tongue in circles around the head, and then goes back to sucking.

Feuilly’s thighs are trembling by now. He’s still silent, but his fingers are tightening in their grip around Grantaire’s jaw, and his legs are shaking.

It’s incredibly hot, to see the effect that his work is having. There’s a deep satisfaction in this, in figuring out what his friend likes, how to please him, how to get him off.

Grantaire’s jaw is starting to really throb as he swallows Feuilly down again, keeping up the pattern of licking and circling, licking and circling. He sucks one more time, hard, and Feuilly lets out a low groan.

That’s all the warning Grantaire gets before his mouth is being flooded with come again, salty and bitter.

“Don’t swallow,” Feuilly orders, the first thing he’s said to Grantaire in the long while that he’s been on his knees.

Grantaire keeps the come in his mouth, not sure what Feuilly wants, and realizes only when his friend’s fingers dive deep into his mouth, pulling a little bit out to smear Grantaire’s lips. He pushes his fingers in and out again, like he did at the beginning, except now he’s coating Grantaire’s lips and face with streaks of come.

“You want to be allowed to swallow the rest?” Feuilly asks, his voice low.

Grantaire nods, his mouth still half-full.

“All right. Since you asked so nicely,” Feuilly says, grinning, and Grantaire swallows. When his tongue darts out to lick his lips, though, Feuilly stops him. “I want you to wear my come. Show everyone what a little slut you are.”

“I think we know,” Joly laughs.

“Quiet!” Enjolras snaps at them, in that tone of voice that always sends shivers down Grantaire’s spine. “Don’t let the whore distract you. We have important business to take care of.”

“Sorry,” Joly says apologetically, and Enjolras spares just one glance over at Grantaire, one second’s worth of a smile, before starting to speak again about education as Courfeyrac beckons Grantaire over.

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Loving this so much!

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op here, and wow, this is fantastic. thank you so much!!!

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fuckin' A this fill is hot

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this fill is so fucking hot.

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I check this fill every day, anon. It is really good.

Fill 4/?

Courfeyrac grabs him roughly by the collar as soon as he’s within reach and fiercely tugs him over. Grantaire scrambles to get himself in place, barely able to keep up with Courfeyrac’s movement.

Courfeyrac doesn’t play with him at all first, just undoes his pants and shoves Grantaire down.

“Slut,” he says, pitching his voice low so that Grantaire can hear him but he won’t disturb him. Grantaire is already sputtering around his cock. Courfeyrac is the biggest out of all of them so far, and it’s hard to take, and Courfeyrac is giving him absolutely no ground.

He has no control over the blowjob. Courfeyrac has one hand tangled in his hair and the other one through the front of Grantaire’s collar, so he can’t move except where Courfeyrac is moving him.

Courfeyrac is vocal, letting out quiet little grunts as he thrusts his hips up, over and over again, into Grantaire’s mouth.

“Like this?” Courfeyrac asks, tugging at Grantaire’s hair sharply, and Grantaire lets out a needy little whimper of agreement. Courfeyrac laughs a little bit. “Is the little whore enjoying being passed around like this?”

Grantaire tries to shake his head, though he can’t really move very much.

“Of course you are,” Courfeyrac laughs. His voice is light and cheerful, his usual self, as he thrusts into Grantaire’s mouth brutally, making him sputter and choke.

Grantaire is barely able to keep himself up on his knees. He’s losing his balance, his hands still bound together so he can’t keep himself in place. The only things anchoring him are Courfeyrac’s hands on either side of his head and Courfeyrac’s cock shoving deeper and deeper into his throat.

He’s falling into subspace, tumbling under. He doesn’t know where he is, or why. All he can think of is the cock in his throat, his place, his purpose, his service. He’s nothing except this, except his mouth, except a hole that’s being thoroughly made use of.

Courfeyrac is touching him, bracing him, keeping him in place. He can just hear Enjolras’ voice. He doesn’t know what his master is saying, not through the deep fog he’s in, his mind at once blurry and hyper-focused on how badly he wants to serve. He can’t understand what Enjolras is saying, and it’s probably nothing about him, anyway, because Grantaire is so far beneath his notice. His cock twitches at the thought, still untouched, and he’s so far gone that he tries to reach for it, to touch himself even though he doesn’t have permission, but fortunately his hands are bound fast behind his back and that reminds him of his place, reminds him that he’s here to give pleasure, not to get it.

Courfeyrac thrusts hard into his mouth, and Grantaire gags, looking up to see the grin on his friend’s face as he repeats the action. He’s taken on a rhythm now, fucking Grantaire’s mouth properly.

“Look at me,” Courfeyrac orders, and Grantaire tries to, meeting his friend’s warm gaze. Courfeyrac is smiling, his friendly, open smile, as he chokes Grantaire on his cock. Courfeyrac might be on the toppy side, but he will always, fundamentally, be the kind of person who wants to make others happy. So as he looks down at Grantaire, teary-eyed from gagging and his red lips stretched around Courfeyrac, he murmurs, “You’re a good boy. Enjolras is very lucky to have you.”

Grantaire lets out a whimper at the praise, trying to thank Courfeyrac with a slow flick of his tongue, though it’s hard because his mouth is so full. He settles for relaxing his throat and letting Courfeyrac fuck into him.

Courfeyrac comes without any warning, right down his throat, his hands tightening in Grantaire’s hair the only sign Grantaire gets before he’s swallowing salty come.

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yessss oh my god

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oh my god, anon, this continues to be better than i could ever have imagined! everything about this is so so good. thank you!!! - op

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I just found this fill, and it is really hot. I can't wait for more!

Fill 5/?

Courfeyrac pets his hair for a little bit, easing him down—but it just takes Grantaire further into whatever subspace he’s in, lost and wanting and needy and at peace in some way he only is when he’s being dominated like this, when he’s being good for Enjolras. Although right now there are other people too, but ultimatley he’s doing it because Enjolras told him to, and that’s perfect. It’s perfect because he’s proving how good he can be, he’s showing everyone, and he’s got orders to follow and he knows where he belongs.

After a while, Joly and Bossuet tug him over, positioning him on his knees in between the two of them. They untie his hands, guiding one to each of their erections.

Grantaire barely knows what’s happening. His head is spinning and he’s so hard and the only thing that feels real is them guiding him.

He feels so grateful for it, for the way they move his hands to them, the way one of them is holding his head up, petting his sweaty curls, as he strokes them off.

Joly—he thinks it’s Joly, though his eyes are closed in bliss and need and he isn’t sure—rubs the head of his cock against Grantaire’s cheek, leaving a long stroke of precome on his face. He lets the tip just slightly slide against Grantaire’s lips, lets Grantaire open his mouth, searching, wanting, then takes Grantaire’s hand again, guiding it back to his cock, not letting him suck it.

Grantaire wants it. He wants those cocks in his mouth, not just in his hands, wants both of them at once. His mouth is watering for it, imagining what it would be like, the two of them thrusting in and out in turn so there would always be a cock pushing into his throat, them stretching his mouth til it hurt.

“Please,” he whispers, turning his head in the direction of one of them. He looks up—it’s Bossuet—pleadingly.

“What do you want, R?”

“Let me suck you off. Please. Please,” he says, desperate.

Bossuet smiles, taking himself in hand. Just as Joly had done earlier, he presses the tip to Grantaire’s lips, then pulls away, leaving another streak of precome across Feuilly’s come still on Grantaire’s chin.

“I don’t think so,” he murmurs.

“Please, I promise it’ll be good—“

“I’m sure,” Joly says. “Everyone else seems very satisfied with your work. But I think we’d rather see you desperate for it.”

Grantaire nods slowly at that and goes back to the work of stroking them off, long, slow, even strokes. Every so often one of them will pause and tease him with their cocks, tracing it across his face, letting him get just a single taste before pulling away and laughing.

It goes on for a while. Grantaire isn’t sure how long. They might keep tormenting him forever, except that Combeferre says dryly, “You too are certainly taking your time. I think some of us might like our turn.”

“Sorry, ‘Ferre,” Joly says. “We’ll let you have him in just a minute.”

Grantaire nods eagerly, opening his mouth in expectation. Bossuet laughs and lets Grantaire have a few of his long, thin fingers to suck on while he continues stroking them both of.

As promised, it isn’t long after that when first Joly and then Bossuet are groaning and streaking his face with warm come. Grantaire whimpers as he feels it land on him, feeling the humiliation of being marked and the pleasure of knowing he’s done well all at once.

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This continues to be so fucking hot.

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OH MY GOD. This is amazing, anon.

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anon i have no words to say how good this is. grantaire is so desperate and this is so hot. - op

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i'm definitely checking this fill every day, nonny!

Fill 6/9

Grantaire is completely lost by the time Jehan pulls him over. Enjolras isn’t talking anymore, giving Jehan free reign to speak.

“You look lovely, R,” he begins, his voice sweet and gentle. “In fact, you look just perfect, here on your knees. Perhaps it’s because this is where you belong. Don’t you think so?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, but you are a good boy. You do so want to please us, don’t you?”

“So much. I want that so badly.”

“And why is that?”

“Because it’s hot,” Grantaire says, and Jehan laughs a little, gently.

“No, I don’t think that’s true. At least, not completely. I think what you’re getting off on is being useful, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Grantaire confesses, his eyes shut as Jehan trails his fingers across his face, touching his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks.

“You were built for this. The perfect face to come all over. The perfect mouth to please us all. A natural-born whore.”

“Fuck,” Grantaire whispers, involuntarily, and Jehan laughs again.

“Something you want, then?”

“Your cock, I want, please,” Grantaire begs, shameless and incoherent at once.

“Hmm. I do hate to keep poor Combeferre waiting any longer than necessary. As he hasn’t had his turn yet. But then again, I think we’ve been plenty indulgent with you already, you filthy slut, and it doesn’t seem right to keep spoiling you rotten by letting you have all the cock you want. Why, if we aren’t careful, you could end up crawling back to your master believing you deserve to be used, and we can’t have that.”

“Please,” Grantaire says. “I need it, I need to please you, fuck, Jehan, please-“

“Very well. If you’re that desperate.”

Jehan pulls his hard cock out from his trousers, and Grantaire sets to work with the most enthusiasm he can. Something about being spoken to that way, like he’s an object not even good enough to be used and abused, turns him on so much that he’s suddenly aching to be touched, suddenly almost eager to have gotten them all off and to be allowed to come himself because it turns him on so much to be spoken to that way.

It wouldn’t, not unless it was one of his friends. He knows, though, that Jehan doesn’t think any such thing of him, that Jehan respects him and cares for him and enjoys his company, and that just makes it even hotter that his dear friend is willing to let him do this, let Grantaire suck his cock and call him a filthy whore for even wanting to.

Jehan is saying shit again, saying how Grantaire will never be anything more than this, the proof is in how good he is, how sweet and warm and perfect his mouth is, it means he’s destined to be nothing but a slut, nothing but a hole, and Grantaire focuses on it, lets every word sink down into him in that perfect way that makes his body tense with want.

He doesn’t know how much time passes, loses track of how many different ways he’s been told he’s an object worthless except for being fucked. His lips and jaw aren’t just aching now, they’re actively painful, and his lungs are burning with the persistent lack of air, and his cock is throbbing untouched and needy, and it’s the best he’s ever felt. The deeper he goes into subspace, the better and better each of those painful sensations becomes, until each bit of discomfort is turning into the knowledge that he’s suffering this to serve his friends, that, as Jehan is saying above him, he’ll do anything to please, take any pain, any humiliation, because this is what he’s made for.

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anon, this is extremely hot.

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fuck this is so hot.

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still loving this more than i can say, oh my goddddddd - op

Fill 7/9

Jehan is getting close when suddenly he fists his hand in Grantaire’s hair and forces his mouth away.

“Do you want to taste it, whore?” he asks.

“Yes, please.”

“Hmm.” Jehan smiles down at him, sweet and coy. “I think I’ll make you earn it. Say you don’t deserve to suck my cock.”

“I know I don’t,” Grantaire says, not completely sure whether he genuinely believes it or is just playing into the game. Either way, though, it’s hot enough to send a shiver of desire down his spine. It doesn’t go unnoticed. Jehan is grinning at him, alternately stroking gentle fingers through his curls and viciously tugging them, hard enough to make tears spring to Grantaire’s eyes.

“Are you enjoying being hurt?”


Jehan smiles at him. “And what about having your mouth stuffed with cock and used like a toy? Are you enjoying that?”

“So much. I love it.”

“Don’t you feel ashamed at all?”

“Yes,” Grantaire says, “but it’s—it’s good. I’m getting off on it. The humiliation. The feeling of being this.”

“Why? Why would you enjoy being slapped around and humiliated like this?”

Grantaire looks up at him, searching his face for the answer he wants.

Jehan laughs and volunteers it. “Is it perhaps because you’re a disgusting, filthy slut?”

“Fuck,” Grantaire says, half under his breath, and then, “Yes, I am, I’m so filthy I don’t deserve to have your cock in my mouth but I still need it. Please, sir-“

“Oh, very well,” Jehan says, although it’s a terrible inconvenience. “If you need it so badly, I guess I’ll allow you to dirty up my cock with your worthless mouth.”

“Thank you,” Grantaire replies, turned on almost to the point of not being able to get the words out.

“Very polite,” Jehan praises, gently, and then tangles his hand sharply in Grantaire’s hair and forces his mouth down again.

It doesn’t take long. In fact, it’s a shock to both of them when Jehan grunts and thrusts forward with none of the gentle control he’d

Grantaire sputters and chokes as Jehan comes in his mouth. He must have been quite close. Maybe he enjoyed the filthy talk as much as Grantaire did.

This time, though, they don’t make him beg for it. He doesn’t get much time to adjust at all, but he certainly isn’t left wanting. It’s seconds after he’s choking on Jehan’s come that he’s being pulled over to Combeferre, the last of them.

Combeferre pulls him by his hair, viciously, Grantaire scrambling after to try and cut down on the pain. That doesn’t seem to be possible, though, as soon as he’s on his knees in front of Combeferre he’s greeted with a harsh slap across the face.

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the last of them but enjolras, yes? (i've been hoping enjolras would be the last one, and maybe especially vicious. :3)

nonny, this is absolutely amazing. it's so hot and you're building tension so well! this is my favorite fill ever.

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oh my GOD.

Fill 8/9

“Look at me, whore,” Combeferre orders, his voice rough.

Grantaire does as he’s told. He’s not sure, at this point, whether he’s capable of doing anything else.

“They’ve been easy on you. I won’t be.”


Combeferre slaps him again, harder this time. “You’re not to speak to me. You’re not to make a single sound. Your mouth is for sucking cock, not for speaking.”

Grantaire nods.

“Good. You’re learning, faster than I’d expect from a stupid slut. I’m going to be kind enough to explain what will happen to you, as I can see you’re eager to please- even if you’re clearly too useless to do it properly. I’m going to slap your face and pinch your nipples and hurt you, hurt you so badly you won’t be able to move it. If you’re a good little hole and you stay nice and still and silent while I make you cry, you’ll be allowed to suck my cock. Is that clear?”

Grantaire nods again, swallowing hard. He likes pain—in mild doses. But he’s deeper in subspace at this moment than he’s ever been before. He knows he can take whatever’s asked of him.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Red,” Grantaire answers. “Sir.”

“Good. Use it if you don’t want this any more. I’m only interested in hurting sluts so filthy that they ache for it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good slave. Now, be silent and still and take your pain.” Abruptly, Combeferre grinds his booted down hard against Grantaire’s naked thigh. The pain is shocking in its intensity, and Grantaire has to physically bite his lip to stop a pained whimper from escaping.

Then Combeferre kicks him, hard, in the stomach. The strike is precise—some dim part of Grantaire’s mind registers that he must be focusing on a safe area for such a hard blow. Then another kick comes, and another, and all he can think about is when he’ll be able to get a breath.

The kicking doesn’t hurt all that much, but it’s so humiliating, to be kneeling on the floor, kicked like a disobedient dog.

Combeferre’s hand tangles in his hair, forcing him up off his knees and into an awkward crouch—a better angle for Combeferre to reach down and slap his face, again and again and again, until he’s seeing stars and the skin of his cheek is burning.

He drags his fingers across Grantaire’s chest, leaving raised marks, and then slaps him again. Pinches a nipple, and then slaps him. Kicks him, hard, in the sensitive skin of his exposed inner thigh, nearly knocking him off-balance, and then slaps him again. The rhythm becomes almost soothing, and then it stops for a long second.

Combeferre reaches down, twisting one of his nipples viciously, at the same time as his other hand pulls Grantaire’s hair back, making him look up at Combeferre, as he starts to cry.

Combeferre releases him instantly, letting him slump back onto the floor.

“Good. You can have my cock now, worthless.”

It’s hardly the poetic humiliaiton Jehan had treated him to, but Grantaire’s delighted nonetheless to hear the words. He takes Combeferre’s cock deep into his throat, sucking eagerly, as Combeferre goes back to hurting him.

There’s less he can do, obviously, as Grantaire works his mouth on Combeferre’s cock. He’s clearly creative, though. He pinches Grantaire’s nipples and pulls his hair, but also presses his clever doctor’s fingers into all sorts of sensitive places. He tugs and flicks Grantaire’s ears, and then presses his finger deliberately and carefully under Grantaire’s jaw, finding a pressure point that makes him gasp.

As Combeferre gets closer, his methods get less refined. It’s just a rough hand tugging Grantaire’s hair almost to the point of pulling it out, and Combeferre’s boots digging agonizingly into his bare thighs.

Grantaire is crying the whole way through. He was already overwhelmed and in pain when he got to Combeferre’s feet, and now he’s so far past the point of trying to hide his reactions. Besides, Combeferre seems to be getting off on it- at least, he’s clearly determined to hurt Grantaire the entire way through receiving his blowjob. He doesn’t fuck Grantaire’s mouth, just hurts him with his hands and his boots as Grantaire works. Combeferre hardly makes a sound as he comes, but Grantaire feels his cock jerk in his mouth, tastes the saltiness of his come, and knows, with an elemental satisfaction, that he’s done his job well.

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Not gonna lie, I did not see that one coming. I honesty didn't expect Combeferre to be roughest one by far but I am certainly lovig this fill.

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hnnnngh this is too hot

really looking forward to Enjolras taking his boy back in the last part.

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