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low-key don’t know what to do with this thing (fan-made tma spiral fear experience in an amusement park) I wrote but I found it appealing read myself even if it was pretty short. Any warning I will put in the tag to the best of my ability.
Long day of being at a amusement park with friends, it’s crowded, then I get a message that my mother is here to pick me up, beginning to feel rushed to dash into the crowd and take a turn at a shop I recognize, then again, and again, and again.. my legs feel like they’re about to give out under myself and yet feels like there is no end in sight. In hope of any more clarity on where to go I look around to find that the sky has gone cloudy, there is less people or none at that matter, I cannot find any maps and resort to finding a park worker. Twisting and winding the amusement park is and I have not found any staff, or anyone, I am tense. The sandals I have chose to wear have begun to blister my feet, I take them off and the cold stone decorated path I run on will not help. Finally a shop, it’s open, why wouldn’t it be? A cashier, hair blonde and very curly, thank goodness someone else is here. I approach screaming hello, my throat weak from dehydration and how long I’ve been running.
Pat
Pat
Pat
They(?) look up, I feel uneasy, I ask how to get to the entrance from here. They do not respond, I stare, it stares.
Run
Run
RUN
FEET BLISTER AND BURST
THIS PAIN MAKES ME STUMBLE AND FALL
I CRY IN FEAR
THE SCREAMS AND LAUGHS
MY SCREAMS AND THE DISTORTED LAUGH
OF A MAN I DO NOT
CAN NOT
COMPREHEND
A FACE CONTORTS IT’S FEATURES INTO A SPIRAL
FINGERS TOO LONG GRAB AND PIERCE
I KICK AND CRY
AT A POINT
I HAVE MY HANDS AROUND A THROAT
THE LAUGH BECOMES A WEEZE
THE GRIP HAS LOOSENED
ITS HANDS HAVE LEFT MY WOUNDS
HANDS PRY AT MY HANDS
MY HANDS TIGHTEN
I HEAR IT GASP
IT HAS NO PLUSE
THERE EXISTS THE BONES
TO STOP
THIS HELL
I WILL BREAK
ITS NECK
AND ESCAPE
The moment ends and now I’m back. A crowd around me I see, blurry eyes and a throbbing headache. There are staff around and the sirens of an ambulance. I bring a hand to my head. Blood, I look down, the wounds have not bled through my clothes, no signs at all, I pick myself up and like a sore thumb in the crowd,
I
See
It.
Though that moment had been too quick, my vision goes blurry and blacks out.
I’m awake, a hospital I assume and I am safe.
-18 DNI
P in v, roomie!Satoru, perv!reader, mild breath play,
Roommate!satoru has the biggest cock you've ever seen.
Once upon a time, he made the mistake of leaving his door open whilst he showered, thinking his pervy little roommate was asleep, little did he know she was Riiiight behind the door, jaw dropped and red faced.
Since then, that's sparked an interest- No, an obsession, with all things satoru. From sniffing his boxers to shooting guilty glances at your lockscreen, him while you trail your hands down to the apex of your thighs.
Once, he left for a mission to exorcize a curse in central Tokyo, and you never left his room. You rutted on his pillows, rubbed his silken sheets up and down your bare breasts when Creek!.
Fuck.
As he opened the door, looking absolutely exhausted but still flawless as usual, his eyes widened. "Y/n." He groaned. "You little creep..."
But there wasn't enough time to apologize before he forces you onto all fours, his plump head was shoved Into your gummy walls. "Fuckin needed to get this- Ugh- out on someone." He says, though it's more of a moan then words.
Feeling a hand slowly wrap around your jugular, you flip your head back to look at him "Toru.. wh-" you manage out before he cuts off your air supply and thrusts harder, removing pressure and adding it over and over again.
You wake up, laying beside him, completely wrapped in him yet still feeling completely comfortable.
Wow, was that a night...
“I was never really welcome here, was I?”
The darkened study was lined with bookshelves against three of the walls, with a stained-glass window on the far wall from the door providing red, green and blue light across the room in an image of the virgin mother. In front of the window was a desk of polished ebony. The atmosphere in the room was tense enough to cut air, and the man leaning over the desk, short and squat, with white hair and a priest’s frock, laughed bitterly.
“Of course not, you stupid boy. You may have your father’s power, but you have your mother’s naivete.”
The boy, dressed in a white shirt, a leather jacket and blue jeans, looked normal enough, but he was positioning himself to flee if he had to. In his hand he clutched the locket containing the greatest secret his mother had ever kept – one known only to a few. The priest before him was one of them.
“Why? If all this time you meant to kill me then why haven’t you done it?”
The priest drew a cross from his belt and said solemnly, “We weren’t allowed to kill you in the womb. Papal sanction. We weren’t allowed to kill you as an infant – for you seemed normal enough. But as time wore on, I knew your father’s influence would get to you – and that would be our demise. But it seems there is still time to slay you before you betray us. Still time to do the right thing.”
From the door sprinted two younger priests, each gripping one of the boy’s arms. The priest approached, holding the cross at arms-length towards the boy, and drawing from the desk’s top drawer a pistol. He got to within an arm’s length of the boy, and held the gun to the boy’s forehead. “God forgive me for what I’m about to do.” He said coldly, pulling back the hammer of the pistol with his thumb.
It was then, for the first time, in a moment of rage and panic, the boy felt his father’s presence in his soul, and the power within his body. With a shout somewhere between a scream of anger and a growl, the gun was thrown backwards from the priest’s hand, through the stained-glass window that was the only source of light for the room. Clear light poured in through the hole.
Like a surge of adrenaline, great strength and powerful instinct over took the boy, as he threw the two grown men pinning him bodily against the bookshelves on either side of the room, knocking them apart. Books fell on the ground, scattering the floor with ritual literature and apocrypha. The priest backed away, knocking into the front of the desk and holding the cross at arm’s length still, beginning the Litany of the Saints.
At this the boy laughed, a harsh bark that sounded only vaguely human. “Old man,” he said in a guttural tone, different from the voice of the boy who had spoken moments ago. He waved his hand, and the cross flew out of the priest’s hand, into a pile of broken and splintered bookshelves.
He raised his hand, and the priest’s did likewise, gripping himself by the throat. As the boy clenched his fist, the priest gagged and choked as he strangled himself. The priest’s last moments were as pathetic as a dying fish’s, kicking and squirming on the floor as he fought for air. Once the priest had ceased moving, the boy relented, and the strange power faded from him.
The boy looked at what he had done. The dead priest, laying against his own desk, his aged hand still gripping his own throat. Against each wall were another priest, either unconscious or dead, he could not tell.
He went behind the desk and searched through the drawers, finding the things he was looking for. Another pistol, this one set in silver, and a pile of cash. He ran back, out of the room, and into his room in the orphanage. Gathering a bag of clothes, he sighed, and let reality sink in. It really was true. He was… he was…
He looked at the amulet again. Gripping it tight, he slipped it into his pocket. He’d think on that another time. For now, he needed to get far away from here. Once he had as many of his things as he could carry – it wasn’t much, nor, he figured, would much be needed – he ran for the door, and out of the orphanage.
He ran down the street, and didn’t stop running until he had made it across town, to his ‘friend’s’ home. A well-built two-story on the more affluent side of town, he knew his friend could help. He knocked on the door, a steady banging until the person he was looking for answered. “What’s up, Daelyn? You look like you’re… wait, is that… blood?”
Looking down and silently cursing himself, he saw that he did indeed have some small portion of blood on his shirt, from either the priests he sent flying across from the room or somehow from the man he had choke himself to death he did not know. “Zeke, I don’t have time to explain. I need a shirt, and I need to get a fake ID or two. Out of state ones, too.”
Zeke looked scared. As well he should, Daelyn supposed. How would he respond if one of his friends showed up on his doorstep, drenched in sweat and bloodstained.
Zeke looked around the neighborhood, the empty street, and then sighed. “Get in the house, dumbass.”
“I never really was welcome here… was I?”
Say it in my DMs.
If you wanna be used you gotta be vocal for Daddy. Be a big girl and use your words.
🥵
Pretty Little Psycho ✨
Honestly, it kinda blows me away. But I'll play along if you wanna send me a DM. I can tell you all about how I'd break in your house and give you exactly what you think you want.
It's kinda funny how a lot of smart people on tumblr secretly are pathetic dumb whores who crave to be ordered around and raped.
Bet. Feral = I'm going nuts in your mouth.
If I'm sucking your cock, and you start grabbing at my hair or saying "oh fuck" or moving your hips, I will become absolutely feral and your soul is mine.
I can choke you from the inside or outside. 😏
No need to worry about what you're talking about. You're supposed to have my dick down your throat. 😈
Fuck I’m thinking about being ordered to sit on someone’s dick, and hold my hands behind my back, as they hold a vibrator to my clit and choke me.
“Fuck, your desperate slutty pussy feels so good.”
“Good fucktoy. Beg for me to choke you. Be good.”
Pulling the vibrator away to spank my clit harshly for how I’d started to grind against them.
“Stop being such a slutty fucking mess. Sit up, stop moving around. Behave or I promise you’ll regret it.”
They laugh as they scrape their nails up my back, watching how my body shakes.
“Keep being a good little thing, and I’ll turn it up.”
“What was that? You many me to “sta-sta-stahp?” Aww, and you were being so good for me. Did I neglect you? Here, let me give you my attention,” They coo at me before turning the vibrator up all the way.
I think so...;)
~#OffTheWallCouple
Every relationship should have some choking in it. 💜
Getting real bored of the lack of dick during this lockdown 🥺
an older work from 2022
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~𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕩 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
~A/N: I've literally never seen a Dean Smith fic so yk i had to write one ;P I hope ya'll enjoy! Pls reblog if you like it! This will have 50 shades of grey vibes. Its going to go from Y/N POV, to DEANS POV, to second person.
~NOT PROOF READ!
~Warnings: Smut w/slight plot ,VERY smutty, quite vulgar, Dom!Dean, Switch!Y/N, Degradation, Praise kink, Workplace romance, Spanking ,Choking ,Hair pulling , Light Bondage, Gagging ,Size difference,Low key misogynistic Dean(he is a jackass), Ditsy Reader
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Y/NS POV
I can’t believe it! Today is going to be my first day working for THE DEAN SMITH! He is such a powerful and well known business man. PLUS he is super fucking hot. That’s more so opinion than fact but they wouldn’t put an ugly man on the cover of people magazine. Yeah his hard work got him there but fuck…his looks.
All of a sudden a obnoxious beeping noise pulls me out of my daydream. I groan and roll over,trying to figure out where that noise is coming from. I realize it’s my alarm clock and my last alarm is going off. FUCK i’m going to be late! I JUMP out of bed and run to the dryer. Yesterday when I received the call that i got the job i was…shocked to say the least. I feel like i came off very ditsy and disorganized ,something most people wouldn’t want in a secretary. But somehow ,I was what they were looking for. I had to go get a whole new wardrobe so i can fit into the jobs strict dresscode. I pull the black blazer and matching pencil skirt out the drier. They look like they shrunk 2 sizes. shit shit SHIT! I hold the pencil skirt up to my body and realize it is now a MINI skirt. I check the tags and i see it says 100% cotton. I’m so screwed. I look at the clock and realize i don’t have time to go get new clothes so this will have to work. I quickly get dressed and try to make myself look as presentable as possible before running out the door.
I arrive at the huge building and nerves start to kick in. I really am going to be working for Dean Smith. It all feels so unreal. I walk into the large lobby and look around. There isn’t many people in here and the people who are, are either standing around on the phone, or fast walking like they are in a rush. I walk up to the large desk that’s sat in the middle of the lobby,tugging on the bottom of the tiny skirt as i walk. Note to self: Always read clothing tags from now on. I smile at the older lady sitting in front of me,”Hi! I’m Y/N, I am Dean Smiths’ new secretary” The older lady looks me up and down,scoffing slightly ”I can tell.” I give her a confused look ,before i can ask her what she meant, she shoves a cup of coffee in my hand. “This is Mr. Smiths coffee, he hasn’t come down to pick it up so that means he is expecting you to bring it. You might wanna hurry ,he gets grumpy without his coffee.” I laugh lightly at her joke but her stern face makes me realize she was infact, not joking. I clear my throat awkwardly,”Which way is Mr. Smiths office?” The older lady rolls her eyes and points towards the elevators,”Floor 20, follow the arrows.” I smile lightly before walking away and to the elevators.
“Fuckin’ Bitch” i say under my breath as i stand infront of the elevators. “I know right.” I hear from behind me. I turn around confused and see a tall handsome brunette ,wearing a yellow shirt and khakis. Damn is every male here gonna be hot? “Excuse me?” I say confused but not trying to come off as rude. “The front desk lady ,she is a bitch.” He says, looking up at the floor indicator above the elevator ,watching it slowly descend. “Sorry” The handsome male says now looking down at me “Where are my manners ,i'm Sam” He extends an arm and i shake his strong hand. “I’m Y/N,I’m new here. I’m guessing you also work here?”
The elevator dings and the doors open. We walk in and press the buttons to our floors as he replies,”Yeah i work in tech support” He watches you press floor 20 and lightly cringes,”Floor 20 huh? You Dean Smiths new secretary?” “Yeah ,why ?” I say curiously
He shrugs his shoulders and leans against the wall of the elevator, “Nothing,I just heard his secretaries usually have problems with him.”
“What type of problems”
“He’s a dick” The elevator dings and the doors open. Sam steps out and turns around,”Good luck, you’re gonna need it” The doors shut and I stand there in slight shock. Thanks Sam ,that did not help my nerves. I lean my head against the elevator wall ,my fingertips lightly digging into the coffee cup. The doors open with a ding and I look forward. I take a deep breath before stepping out the elevator. In front of the elevators there is a sign that reads;
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<- ALEXANDER ROBERTS, 202
<- MICHEAL ANDERSON,204
DEAN SMITH ,206 ->
PAUL CARTER, 208 ->
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I follow the right hallway until i find room 206. I stand in front of it before knocking nervously. Can someone even knock nervously? Well if they can then i just did. “Come in!” I hear a stern male voice shout from the other side of the door. I walk into his office and gosh isn't it a beautiful sight; Dean smith leaned against his desk, one hand gripping the cold wood and the other hand holding a paper he’s reading. His bicep flexes and his brow furrows as he reads something he doesn’t like. He looks up at me and his gaze is so intense I feel naked. I might as well be naked with what i’m wearing right now. “And you are?” He says ,sounding slightly agitated.
“Hello Mr. Smith, im Y/N,your new secretary” I say trying not to sound nervous. He looks me up and down,”They finally got me a pretty one.” He extends his arm to shake my hand,”You can call me Dean.” I shake his hand and he places his other hand over mine, now holding my hand. “So lovely to meet you darlin’” He says ,his voice in a lower tone. I look down at our hands and realizing i’m still holding his coffee. “Your coffee ,sir” I hand him the warm cup and he takes it, slowly sipping it. His emerald eyes never leaving mine. “Please ,no sir” He stops leaning on the desk and stands up fully, now towering over me “We can save the pet names for later” He winks and walks around his desk to sit down. “Please sit” He says gesturing to the seat infront of him,giving me no time to react to his sudden flirtation. I sit down infront of him and my skirt rides up my thighs,revealing my lace panties. I immediately grab my skirt and pull it down before looking up at Dean,seeing if he noticed. He’s looking down at my lap with the cockiest smirk on his face,fuck that smirk. I don’t see why anyone would wanna quit this job. He clears his throat and looks me in my eyes before speaking,”So the company will provide you a laptop,you can go to room…” Blah blah blah,proper name,place name, backstory stuff. I am not listening to a thing he is saying. how could i? His biceps look so good in that tight suit jacket. and the way he leans back in his chair so confidently makes me wanna jump in his lap. I could just devour him. “Did you get that Y/N?” I meet his gaze again and nod slowly,”Yeah mhm,got it” He lightly chuckles but before he can speak again the phone starts to ring,”I have to take this,but I plan on learning more about you later.” I stand up “Lovely to meet you” I walk out,shutting the door behind me. I could practically scream,he looks so much hotter in real life. I don’t get what Sam meant by “He’s a dick” Dean seems pretty great to me….Now where the hell do I get that laptop?
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DEANS POV
I finish my call and sit back down ,feeling exhausted after practically arguing with that idiot for 2 hours. I look at the seat in front of my desk and imagine the hot piece of ass that sat in front of me hours ago. Finally HR listened to me when I said to hire a hot girl. They kept hiring unsightly, bossy ones and that’s not what i wanted. I just need a lady to stand there and look pretty. I can let her feel useful if she wants to ,but I always know my schedule. I don’t want to worry her pretty head. And gosh was she a sight. I feel my pants tighten and a run a hand down to palm the bulge growing in my pants. The way that tiny fucking skirt rode up her thighs when she sat down ,exposing her slutty panties. Or the way that tight blazer pushed her breasts together, accentuating them. Fuck,The way she watched me. She looked at me like I was the only thing she could ever think about. I wonder how pretty she would look after getting fucked stupid. A light knock at my door pulls me out of my daydream.
“Come in” I groan, pulling my chair forward so the tent in my pants is hidden underneath the desk. Y/N walks in ,a mountain of suit jackets and dress pants that are neatly wrapped in plastic, hiding her pretty face. She turns around and kicks the door shut. Her skirt has rose up so far I can now see the bottom of her ass. Fuck. I know now,100%, this is THE secretary i’ve been looking for. Maybe even the girl I've been looking for. “Got your dry cleaning!” She walks over and places it on a table in the corner of the room. Her skirt riding up farther to expose most of her ass. I groan and run my finger tips along my lap. She turns around all wide eyed and quickly pulls her skirt down,”Sorry i had to buy new clothes and they shrunk in the wash.” I look at her sexy legs and smirk,”No need to apologize sweetheart.” She blushes and looks down, trying to hide her pink face. She fidgets with her fingers,”You have a reservation and the STK Steakhouse in 30 minutes” I smile up at her,”Thank you,I almost forgot” No i didn’t but like i said, gotta make her feel useful and special. She looks at me and starts to speak “How is it? I’ve never been able to get a reservation there”
“You tell me”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s our dinner reservation,I told you i wanted to learn more about you.” I say standing up and grabbing my suit jacket from the back of my chair. My bulge is prominent and i know she’s noticed but I don’t care. She can know what she does to me. I put my jacket on and grab my keys,”You ready sweetheart?” “Yeah ,of course” She says ,her face lighting up when she realizes she’s really going to go out with me. She’s so cute,I can’t wait to see how cute that face is when she’s bouncing on my cock.
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2ND PERSON POV ,SLIGHT TIME JUMP
Dean and you are sat at the table. 2 glasses of wine in and you feel a slight buzz,giving you confidence. You reach your hand across the table and run your fingers over his expensive watch and giggle,”Fancyy” you say teasingly. Dean smirks at you and grabs your hand. He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. You blush lightly,and try to stay on topic ,”I don’t think i could be trusted with something that expensive.” Deans eyes rake over your body ,his large hand still delicately holding yours. “Come home with me Y/N” You pull your hand away from his ,feeling nervous. Yeah he’s nice ,funny and super. fucking. hot. but at the end of the day he is your boss. Isn’t this like…some type of HR violation. “But…Mr Smith.-“
“I said,Call me Dean.” he says sternly
“…Dean ,we shouldn’t…”
Dean leans back ,his eyes on your breasts,”Don’t sit here and act like you don’t want me.” His gaze flickers up to meet your eyes as he leans forward to whisper, “I see the way you look at me ,I know a horny slut when i see one” You gasp at the sudden boldness and degradation from him ,his words sobering you up. Your head telling you to get offended but your body is begging for him. He leans back again and smirks ,his gaze leaving your eyes and finding the curve of your breasts again. You bite your lip and look away. “Please let this be a good idea” You think to yourself, ”Okay then ,lets go” He smirks and pulls out his wallet ,throwing more than enough cash on the table.,”Let’s go darlin’” He holds out his hand for you to take and he guides you out the restaurant,to his car.
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He picks you up and carry’s you like you're nothing. He unlocks the door and walks into his nice clean apartment. He shuts the door and shoved you against it, attacking your lips in a deep passionate kiss. You roll your hips as you kiss him back ,running your hands through his short ,dirty blonde hair. He groans at your movement and pushes his body into you harder. He bites your lower lip causing you to gasp. Before you have time to think he slides tongue into your mouth. He tastes like expensive wine and mint. After a steamy makeout session, He turns around still holding you as he walks you both into his bedroom.
He throws you onto the bed and takes off his suit jacket before crawling on top of you. You feel so small and vulnerable underneath his thick muscular build ,it only fuels your desire more. You grab his face and try to kiss him again but he puts a hand around your throat and pushes you back down onto the bed. He places kisses along your jawline and palms your breast with his free hand. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and a crackled moan escapes your throat. Dean smirks and leans to whisper in your ear,”You like that huh?” He palms your breast harder,”You like being treated like the pretty slut you are?” He stops palming your breast and rips off your tight blazer with ease. He rips open your thin white undershirt ,leaving you shocked. He smirks,”What?“
“I’ve never had that happen before”
“Well you’ve never been with a real man, sweetheart” He leans down and kisses along the curve of your breast ,lightly nipping and soothing it with his tongue. Your breath hitches as he continues to kiss down your body. Licking and leaving light marks on the way down your stomach. He slides down your skirt and sees your lacy panties. He lets out a low growl and leans back on his knees ,palming himself while looking at you in your pretty underwear. “Seeing those slutty panties earlier made me so fucking worked up.”You blush and hide your face in embarrassment. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You watch as he takes his tie off and ties it around your wrists. “No hiding,I need to see that pretty face when you cum.” He slides a hand underneath you and unclips your bra before leaning down and settling between your legs. He kisses your clothed clit and it makes you arch your back. “Eager little slut huh?”
“Please sir~” you say breathily
He growls in response ,as he hooks a finger into your panties and slowly slides them down. He’s now face to face with your glistening sex and he blows cold air onto it. You arch your back trying to push yourself into his face. He places his hands on your hips and pushes you back down. He makes eyecontact with you as he lightly licks up your slit.
“Please Dean stop teasing me alrea-" You cut yourself off with a gasp as he starts to eat you out. Fuck this is even better than you’ve imagined. Dean Smith KNOWS how to treat a woman. He holds your hips down to keep you still ,his thumb rubbing light circles over your clit as he tongue fucks you. He moves his hand to your lower stomach as he starts to swirl circles around your clit with his tongue. You feel two of his thick fingers tease your entrance causing you to whimper louder. He smirks up at you and slowly pushes his fingers inside,”Fuck you’re so tight” He groans against your clit before slowly moving his fingers. Your walls flutter around his thick digits as he continues to suck and lick at your bundle of nerves. Your hands grip the pillow above you the best you can ,your movements limited due to the tight tie around your wrists. Your whines get louder as Dean starts to speed up his movements, ”Cum for me you fucking slut.” You can just hear the smugness in his voice. You see stars as pleasure overtakes you ,you become a moaning mess underneath Dean. He doesn’t stop until you’ve completely come down from your high.
Dean sits back on his knees again ,his face and neck glistening. Fuck you could really get used to this. You sit up and try to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. He watches you struggle due to the tie around your wrist and places one of his hands over it, not untying it but instead holding it in place. After moments of struggling you finally get his shirt off of him. He looks at you, his green eyes raking over your desperate form. “so fucking needy huh?” He says as he starts to unbutton his pants. You practically drool as he undresses ,revealing his thick length. He strokes it a couple times, groaning as he spreads the precum from his tip down to the base. “What are you waiting for?” He grabs your head and shoves it down ,your mouth right in front of twitching length “Suck, you needy whore” If this was any other man, you’d get up and leave for the way he’s talking to you. But Dean? When he says it, it makes heat pool at your core. Like your only purpose is to bring him pleasure; and that’s exactly what you plan to do. You swirl your tongue around the tip and he groans lightly ,grabbing a fist full of your hair. “yeahhh just like that” he says as he starts to thrust into your mouth. You gag lightly but he doesn’t stop ,if anything he speeds up. “Take that fucking cock” ,each word punctuated by a hard thrust. You feel his tip hitting the back of your throat and it causes your eyes to water. You look up at him as you keep sucking him off ,trying to see what his face looks like when he’s enjoying himself. But he just grabs more of your hair and thrusts into your throat harder. He groans, “your mouth is so fucking warm” he slows down his thrusts before pulling your head off of him. You release him with a pop and sit back on your knees as he just looks at you. His large cock twitching and his face slightly blushed. He runs a hand through your hair , admiring you ,before grabbing you and flipping you over,Face down ass up. Before you can say anything ,he slaps your ass. “I’m gonna mark you up all over ,you want that?” He says, teasing your entrance with his tip. You whimper lightly into the pillow and he grabs your hair ,pulling your head back. “Use your words sweetheart”
“Please,fuck me and mark me. I’m yours”
"Yes ma'am" He places his hands on your hips ,his fingers digging into your skin as he slowly pushes into you. “Fuckkk” you say in unison. He slowly pushes in inch by inch,”tell me if i need to sto-“
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
He groans and slaps your ass,”Such a dirty girl, you want me to fuck you so hard you're ruined for anyone else?” He starts to thrust into you ,deep and slow. You whimper in response and he reaches his hand underneath the both of you ,untieing the tie that’s around your wrists as he slowly but deeply fucks you. “You’re so fucking tight,I feel like I could break you”
“I can handle it”
“You sure?” He says starting to pick up his pace ,almost completely pulling out of you before slamming his hips against your ass. You gasp in response and put your hands behind your back. He releases your hair and grabs your wrists ',holding them in place as he drives into you. The room is filled with moans and squeltching. “So. fucking. wet.” He punctuates each words with a hard deep thrust causing you to throw your head back and gasp. He lets go of your wrists pulls your back against his chest. “Cum on my dick" He says before running his hand down your body to rub small circles on your clit. He bites down on your neck and you feel the coil that was building in your stomach snap, screaming his name while you come undone on him. "Mmm you're squeezing me so hard baby" he says while slowly thrusting into you. You come down from your high and he pulls out of you.
He lays back on the bed and runs a hand through his hair. You look at his muscular body, glistening with sweat and bite your lip. "You like what you see?" he says ,lightly flexing his muscles. You nod and puts his arm behind his head, "Show me how much you like it." You quickly climb onto his lap and he smirks ,loving your newfound confidence. You slowly sink down onto him and his hands fly to your hips ,his fingertips digging into your soft skin. You slowly pick up the pace and he slaps your ass, "mmm gonna cum deep in this sweet pussy'. He starts to thrust up into you, causing him to hit your g spot. You throw ur head back and dig your nails into his chest, not stopping your brutal pace. "You look so fucking good when cock drunk" He says thrusting into you hard. Your wetness drips down his shaft ,slightly dampening your thighs. "Mmm such a messy girl" He groans in satisfaction. You tighten around him causing his coil to snap, he groans your name as he spills his hot seed inside you. His orgasm triggers yours. You lay your head on his chest as you come down from your high. He runs his hand through your hair ,moving it to the side to place a light kiss on your neck. He gets up to clean himself up and comes back with a warm towel to clean you up. He lays next to you,"Goodnight beautiful, you did so well." You sleepily hum in response before drifting off to sleep.
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The next morning you sit up in bed and realize you aren't home. You jump up and look at yourself in the long floor length mirror thats hung on Deans door. You see light finger shaped bruises painting your hips. You rub your fingers over them ,slightly enjoying the fact he's marked you. You move your hair ,analyzing the light purple marks and bite mark on the side of your neck, "thats going to be hard to cover up..." Suddenly you smell the faint aroma of mable syurp and coffee fill the air. You throw on a black shirt Dean left on the floor and walk to his kitchen. You see a fully dressed Dean ,humming to himself while fixing a cup of coffee. He turns around and smiles once he sees you. Dean walks up to you and places his hands on your hips,"Goodmorning darlin' ,you look good wearing my tshirt." He looks down at your neck and smirks when he sees the marks. He lightly kisses your neck,"Breakfast is ready" he breathes before turning around, going back to pouring his coffee. Gosh you could really get used to this...
CUTIE 😭😭 Animated VS Regular Rat
Unfinished Dark!Bucky x Reader Drabble
Warning: smut, asphyxiation/choking, marking, manipulation, dark!stalker! Bucky, dark!soft dom!Bucky, Stockholm syndrome, breeding (maybe soon if I finish it)
Nicknames: Doll
I have no idea if I’m going to finish this, you’re meant to be locked in Bucky’s basement and you’ve kind of developed Stockholm syndrome and developed a dependency on him—you want him to mark you, you want him to breed you—but that because you’ve been manipulated. This is just a fragment, so the story line isn’t that obvious enjoy.
Update: This story will be continued soon in a series called ‘Now and Forever’ coming soon
His thick arm pressed to your throat holding you in place preventing your head from swivelling away from the sight on top of you. His hair moist with sweat, darkened and glued to his forehead, his steely blue eyes stare intensely down at you with uncharted amounts of passion and love-fuelled aggression as he pounds you into the mattress. The sound of skin meeting skin bounces off the walls, the force of his thrust ensuring you’ll wake up with red marks, possibly even bruises, from the impact of his hips, and you wouldn’t have it any other way; you want his mark to remain permanently on you even if only you can see it, it’s a bittersweet reminder of the steamy nights we’ve shared. The lustful scent of sex fills the room as the humidity rises high enough for the rain covered windows to steam, enabling you to dive deeper into your fantasy of the world only containing you, him and this room.
You are snapped out of your trance by Bucky lowering his head to your earlobe, his prickly stubble itching your jaw and cheek, he encompasses the shell of your ear in his mouth and nibbles down on the thin skin prompting a yelp from your lips “Come back to me doll, keep your beautiful eyes on me.” His voice deep and thick with lust goes straight to your loins causing your walls to flutter around his throbbing cock.
how i wish to be greeted
True love is me strangling the life out of you while we fuck. Watching your eyes roll back, and you're still squeezing my arms to make me go tighter🫀
Needy (Part 1)
Where the Hero is a greenie and meets with the famous Villain around town through a flurry of fists and curses. They have a rosy outlook on everything and it drives the Villain nuts.
"Heroes are such needy things," the Villain sneered, their dagger a breath away from the Hero's trembling throat.
"G-get away from me!" , the Hero attempted to push the Villain away, but they just couldn't muster the strength in their limbs anymore- their fight had stretched for far too long and the Hero has been running on a mere three hours of sleep for the entire week.
" Really such needy, needy things..." the Villain continued their taunts- taunts which the Hero would have blatantly ignored if they were in a better state of mind- but that they weren't.
The Hero shivered under the Villain's intense gaze, torn by the curiosity to know what they had meant and their moral compass which told them to steer clear from any words that fell out of a Villain's mouth. So the Hero decided to do something that didn't require too much energy- they had seen this happen in movies before (and they hoped desperately, that it applied to this situation)- they stared into the Villain's amber eyes.
The Villain stopped their taunting for a moment, meeting the Hero's stern gaze. "What's wrong? Is my favourite Hero tongue-tied?"
This voice laced with sarcasm, the Hero didn't want to believe that anything it said was true, but he really wanted to know- were heroes really needy creatures? If so, what exactly made them needy?
The Hero realised that they weren't supposed to go into an inner epiphany with a dagger pressed to their throat, but they were just unbelievably curious.
Curiosity kills the cat- they guessed that curiosity could kill heroes too.
Sucking in a sharp breath and relishing the feeling of oxygen, well aware that this might be the last breath of air that they could taste, the Hero made their decision-
"Explain what that means Villain."
The Villain smirked so wide, the Hero thought that their cheeks would split. "Quite the curious Hero aren't you?" , they said, abandoning their dagger, sheathing the metal object back into it's scabbard.
The Hero was perplexed, "what are you- AAGH!", they gasped as the Villain's long fingers wound around their throat, promptly cutting off their air supply . The Villain leaned in closer, just enough to hear the angry rasps that fell out of the Hero's abused throat, their eyes glaring down darkly at them.
"If you thought that I would give you the answer just because you asked me to, you have a long way to go greenie."
Black spots marred the Hero's vision and they could feel their eyelids become heavier by the second. But even on the edge of losing consciousness, the Hero couldn't help but think that the Villain's fingers were gentle in their own way- they weren't crushing their windpipe mercilessly in one go, but instead pressing down on it gently, slowly, like someone who preferred suffocating someone with a pillow rather than stabbing them with a dagger.
Or maybe I'm just finally losing my mind- the Hero thought, and reading way too many hero/villain fanfics.
The last ember of strength finally died and the Hero closed their eyes.
this was meant to be a prompt, but ended up turning into a snippet/i have no regrets/the hero is a hopeless romantic/villain has no clue what's happening in that little head of his nemesis/ part 2 will be up soon!
saw this cute guy today, been crushing for a while, but god I want him to grab me by the waist and push me against the wall, kiss me so deeply it's like he's telling me how much he's needed me, and then take me, nice and slow, whispering words of praise you're such a pretty thing and you're doing so good for me, you feel amazing, but once I'm on the verge of my legs collapsing he'll kiss my neck, gently brushing my hair away from my neck to suck bruises, marking me as his and oh my I need him so carnally ♡