#cw: gun play

[arlerts-angel]

something something alternating between sucking caleb's cock and the barrel of his gun

[freaktoru]

✰ cw; gun play, use of daddy, size kink

toji holds a gun to your head when he fucks you.

"eyes on me doll, wouldn’t want me to use this on ya would you?" he drawls, pressing the cold barrel of his loaded gun against your temple. sweat beads at your forehead and your eyelids grow heavier as you ride him for the fourth fucking time in a row. you're exhausted and fucked out by this point but he won't let you stop— and with a gun pressed to your head, you're not exactly willing to take that risk yourself.

why was his gun such an active participant in your sex? you didn’t actually know. but you what you did know, was that toji loved to fuck with you—loved to push and prod just to see how far he could take things with you. and to him, this was just another one of his twisted little mind games. he wanted to see what a pretty, innocent thing like you looked like when you came undone.

you let out a small yelp as he spanks the soft flesh of your ass, a sharp sting lingering in its wake. "ah- toji" you whine desperately, hoping he'll be merciful tonight and let you off after this round. wishful thinking.

"fuckin' whore, makin' daddy do all the work huh?" he snarls, tightening his bruising grip on your waist and pushing his hips up into you, practically splitting you open on his fat cock. toji is so fucking thick—despite this being the fourth time you're getting stretched out on his cock just tonight, it still fucking hurts.

"m-meanie" you utter, choking back a heavy sob. your thighs tremble around his, barely able to move another inch. and because of this, his patience with you has reached the end of the line. he's holding nothing back, fucking his cock up into you, rougher and deeper with each thrust—so deep that his fat tip hits your cervix, every. fucking. time.

toji chuckles deeply at your pathetic attempt at an insult. so cute. you flinch a little as he removes the gun from your temple and slowly drags it down the length of your body, passing over the sensitive skin on your nipples and pausing right below your belly button—right where the bulge of his thick length is visibly pressing from deep inside you.

"such a tight fuckin' pussy—fuck" he groans, dick throbbing with pleasure as he releases his warm seed inside of your tight, wet cunt again. you exhale shaky breaths, your aching hips just beginning to rise off his cock when the cold tip of his gun presses into the hollow of your neck, sending a jolt of fear through your entire body, locking you in place.

"i didn't fucking say we were done" he hissed, a rough hand pushing you back down on his cock. looks like the night was far from over for you.

[egg-artblog]

Been getting a lot of ppl looking at my old coldflash art so I wanted to do a redraw! Here you go my fellow coldflash enjoyers👉❤❄⚡

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[liltaireissocute]

the best defence is to completely demoralize your enemy

also known as "Cassandra being a menace to society in general and to Anna Ripley personally"

[catscidr]

// dottore nsfw alphabet ft. the segments! //

i. note — (੭ ᐛ ) hehe.....so...... i have the worst writer’s block rn (its probably burnout because i straight up can't bring myself to do anything but o well) nd i thought filling this out would help. spoiler alert it did a little because i actually finished it.... i have like two Almost Finished wips collecting dust in my docs but i just cant get them done ueue. i write for thirty minutes n then close my laptop. i have a problem but WHATEVER!! THROWS DOTTORE NSFW ALPHABET LIKE A GRENADE AND RUNS!!!

ii. includes — dottore, the clones, gn!reader

iii. cw — nsfw under the cut! mentions of overstimulation, bondage, orgasm control, power imbalance, smidge of dubcon, exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, one mention of syringes n needles, implied established relationship

A -> Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

— He’s not one to outright pamper you, but he does clean you up and makes sure that the bruises he left won’t be too sore in the morning; but if you beg hard enough, he’ll begrudgingly kiss them better. Just use his words against him and tease him a little n he’ll reward you with some smooches! ez

B -> Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s) 

— He’s indifferent to his body. On you, though, he goes crazy for your neck. Archons, the things he can do to it are endless. He loves covering it in bitemarks, wrapping his hands around it to feel your rapid pulse, sucking hickeys into the sensitive skin... and we can’t forget how much he loves watching you tilt your head to the side so he can inject whatever liquid is inside his syringe. Call it a mix of sensual and morbid fascination the way he’s obsessed with your neck 

C -> Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

— Dottore’s cum is opaque and on the thicker side, but its bitter and not particularly pleasant to swallow. You can’t really blame him; he’s a busy man and he neglects his health regularly. If you ask him nicely, he’ll try to, at least, sip on some pineapple or orange juice during the day so you don’t rush to spit out the cum that lands in your mouth. He also cums a lot, thanks to his involuntary abstinence in his younger years.........

D -> Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

— Has thought about fucking you in front of his segments multiple times (not fucking you with them, just having them watch you two go at it. big difference here). It’s usually fueled by irritation or jealousy from seeing you spend time with them, but sometimes he’ll get this random urge to just completely and utterly claim you in front of them to get under their skin. Also to overwhelm you. yk. just a bit ˙ᵕ˙

E -> Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

— Wasn’t very experienced before he met you. Had one or two awkward hookups during his Akademiya days, but he really had more knowledge about sex than actual experience (getting a bad blowjob doesn’t really count for experience) 

F -> Favorite position

— You somehow always end up in the prone bone position if you’re on a flat surface. He loves restraining you, but doing so with his whole body takes the cake. He’ll have one hand wrapped around your throat with his elbow on the bed to hold him up (so he doesn’t completely crush you), and the other hand will be holding your hip with a bruising grip to angle your pelvis so he can thrust into you over n over again without mercy

— .....but having you ride him when he’s tired is worthy of being an honorable mention. Don’t think you’re in control though, because as soon as you start to get too cocky he’ll grab your waist n thrust up sharply to knock that smile off your face (affectionately) 

G -> Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) 

— Very serious, he’ll go as far as to punish you for even trying to crack a joke or giggle at something he said or did (but it’s a dub whenever you’re in a bratty mood so it’s fiiiine). Same goes for his older segments. His younger clones are less uptight about it though, and sometimes they’ll let out a laugh when a funny noise happens, but they won’t necessarily make jokes during it 

H -> Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

— Trims it when he remembers to, when it gets annoying, or when you point it out. He’s not a fan of being clean-shaven, but if you really want him to be he’ll do it. His pubic hair is a darker shade than his hair, and the first time you saw it you promptly said “so you don’t dye your hair!” (he immediately flicked your forehead) 

I -> Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) 

— Dottore isn’t romantic, full stop. But on a scale of 1 through 10 he would be around a 6; could charm you and sweep you off your feet if he wanted to, but he finds more enjoyment in teasing you than being a gentleman. 

J -> Jack off (masturbation hc) 

— He forgets that’s even an option when he’s in Snezhnaya. Whenever he gets hard he’ll have you take care of it, whether it’s in the form of a quickie or completely ditching his work to fuck you. So he only really masturbates like... once a week, twice at most if you’re not in the mood to help him with his hard on. 

— But when he has to go out to other regions for work and won't be with you for long periods of time? He gets off more often than he’d like to admit. 

K -> Kink(s)  

— Big fan of dacryphilia, spit/messy sex, overstimulation, any kind of restraints, edging, breathplay, power imbalance, biting, dirty talk, brat taming, double penetration and anything that tests your limits. 

— Medium fan of sex under the influence of either alcohol or aphrodisiacs, somnophilia, exhibitionism, temperature play, slightly dangerous things like knife and gun play, and group sex (with his segments specifically, no one else. he’s possessive of you) 

— Honorable mention: roleplay, to some extent. Mans loves to do a “medical checkup” on you every once in a while. And he’s more of a dom than a sub, too. His older segments have pretty much the same kinks as he does (ofc), but the younger ones tend to lean more towards being switchy than just. dom 

L -> Location (favorite place to do the do) 

— Has a bias for taking you in his office. Loves the idea that any of his segments could overhear the both of you going at it and all they can do is rub one out somewhere quiet. He’s so mean to them, using you like that......... 

M -> Motivation (what turns them on)

— When you act like a brat, purposely teasing him n pushing his buttons..... makes his blood rush down to his cock. Can’t help thinking of the many ways he’ll put you in your place later 

N -> No (immediate turn offs)

— Anything that has to do with his kid/youngest segments and his coworkers, the other Harbingers.

O -> Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

— Would rather receive than give, but won’t shy away from the opportunity to overstimulate you with his fingers/hands and tongue. Isn’t the best at giving head but will gladly take the time to learn what makes you cum the fastest if you want him to 

P -> Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

— Dottore’s usually fast n rough, but he’ll have his moments where he wants to dote on you hard. His lack of affection catches up to him n he just wants to trace every curve of your body while languidly driving his cock inside of you sometimes, what can ya do 

Q -> Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) 

— Prefers taking his time to tease you by a mile, but he loves quickies too (since he can very well tease you by having a quickie) 

R -> Risk (are they game to experiment?) the irony of this wording isn’t lost on me 

— He's game to experiment. If you’re on board, he’s always willing to try something at least once 

S -> Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

— His younger segments tire out easily (virgins....... /affectionate) but his older ones, himself included, can go on and on and on. Him being a hermit n staying in his lab for multiple days at a time is extremely misleading, don’t be fooled!! He’ll overstimulate you to prove a point if you try to even poke fun at him n imply that he’ll get tired because he doesn’t “exercise” much (you’re his exercise, anyways) 

T -> Toys (do they have any?)

— Dottore does have some (and has dabbled in making some, too), namely (big and small) vibrators, dildos, and restraints but most of the time he prefers doing without them than with. Usually. When he does use them, he’ll make the whole “session” about them. 

— Controlling the rate in which a machine fucks you while he lazily jerks off in front of you, just out of your reach so you can’t touch him.... slowing down the silicone dildo’s pace when you start to get frustrated, making you even more frustrated..... yeah 

U -> Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

— He’s the WORST. The worst!!! You never know if he’ll overstimulate you, edge you, ruin your orgasm or just rile you up just to not do anything about it. Loves teasing you just as much as he loves to bury himself in his research (which is, obviously, a lot. good luck soldier) 

V -> Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

— Definitely on the quieter side (and it’s totally not so he can hear you more clearly, nuh uh). Lets out grunts/growls and heavy puffs of air more than actual moans, but it just makes the times whenever you do manage to draw out a pretty boy moan even sweeter <3 

W -> Wild card (a random hc) 

— Il Dottore, the Second Harbinger, outcast of the Akademiya, is incredibly touchy. He’ll place his hand on your waist when he walks past you, he’ll keep a hand on your thigh when you’re accompanying him during a meeting. He needs to have a hand on you at all times /whenever it’s possible/, including when you’re having sex. Can’t go a single second without touching you, he would probably actually bite you without any remorse if you tried to tie his hands so he can’t touch you 

X -> X-ray (what’s going on under those clothes ₍ᐢ.  ̫.ᐢ₎ ) 

— Bigger than most, but more of a grower than a shower. 3.8 inches soft and stands at a proud 7.4 inches when hard, with a 4.7 girth . Circumcised (don’t ask how), his skin is light (#FFEBCF) but his cock fades into a slightly darker color (#F7D4BC) while the head is more of a pretty n peachy tone (#F1A491). Has some light scarring in his pelvis area and a defined vein from the bottom of his shaft that stops shy of his glans. Also curves to the right just a bit.......

— His pubes r a dull-ish blue (#88B5D3)— while the hair on his head is a lighter, more teal blue for reference (#B6E0E0). Has a slight happy trail, too

Y -> Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) 

— He used to have a very low sex drive. In the beginning of your relationship, it wouldn't be uncommon for you two to go weeks without any action. As time went on though, he’s come to develop a higher sex drive and now has a mid to high libido. It’s your fault for being so tempting, really 

Z -> Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

— Has the freakish ability to go right back to work as if nothing ever happened when you’re both finished, no matter how much you both cum...... makes him the perfect man to provide aftercare though. He’ll stay by your side while you drift off and then he’ll go back and do whatever he has to do— unless you cling onto him n pull him back to stay in bed. If that does happen, he’ll just sit in bed and read a book while you snooze away. 

[wormswurld]

benson pointing a gun at randy’s head ♥️ benson threatening to shoot randy ♥️ benson noticing randy’s getting hard from it and teasing him about it as he adds more pressure to the gun on randy’s temple ♥️ benson pulling the trigger and nothing happening yet randy instantly cums his pants ♥️

[mastermime178]

You should draw p1 kissing on a gunnn i think its a grand idea... maybe suck on it??

you are gay. you are a fa

[3m0-b1tchhh]

[cyber-night]

Day six and GUNPLAY!

WARNINGS: Dubcon to enthusiasti consent GUN PLAY I cannot stress this enough my man gets fucked with a gun... dazai is a whore, gn reader or chuuya x dazai depending on which you wanna read (they are the same)

He had been asking begging this whole mission for you to take a break from investigating and fuck him. So when you shoved your gun in his mouth in the midst of his incessant yapping he stared at you his eyes wide and he was suddenly much more docile his cheeks a lovely pink. It was kinda cute the way his mouth needed to be filled. It was the only way to shut him up, and besides, he always looks so cute drooling around something. Most days it's your cock but this was easier.

"God Dazai, you are such a pain in the ass. Can't you focus on something other than getting your guts rearranged for five seconds?" He was panting already drooling around the barel of the gun. As hot as it was, you couldn't help but bully him for getting off on having a gun shoved down his throat. "Really? You pathetic slut. I should have figured this wouldn't turn you off. You'd probably be thrilled to die while getting fucked senseless." His eyes sparkle a little and he smirks around the gun.

"You know what? Fuck it. Fine, get your pants off." He doesn't need to be told twice he's undoing his belt and shimmying his pants and underwear down for you in an instant. His hand has come to rest on your wrist that's holding the gun, not trying to pull it out, just stabilizing it. You take the moment to fuck it in and out of his mouth "I'd get it nice and wet because I didn't being lube. Didn't count on having to fuck you on the job."

His eyes widen a little as does his smirk. You watch him put on a show of sucking off your gun when you pull it out of his mouth, he pouts. You spin him around, forcing him to bend over and spread his legs, pushing his face down onto the desk.

You don't bother prepping him. If he's this desperate, he did it himself before you left for the assignment. Your assumptions prove correct as the gun slides in smoothly. "Fuck... it's been a while since I've had a gun up my ass. Forgot how cold they were." You push the gun in as far as you can "God do you ever Shut Up?!?" He moans his head, falling with a thud into the desk.

He wastes no time in fucking himself back onto the gun with a fucked out smile. "Mmmm make me." Offered the challenge you do exactly that reducing his snide comments to punched out pathetic fucking moans. "God, all I want is for you to stop talking for five minutes and behave. You make my job Hell." You don't notice that Dazai has cum to busy berating Dazai as he fucks him ruthlessly with a loaded gun to even try and care.

DAZAI AND CHUUYA

Dazai had been asking begging this whole mission for Chuuya to take a break from investigating and fuck him. So when Chuuya shoved his gun in Dazais mouth in the middle of Dazais incessant yapping he stared at Chuuya his eyes wide and suddenly much more docile his cheeks a lovely pink. It was kinda cute the way his mouth needed to be filled. It was the only way chuuya had found to shut him up, and besides, he always looks so cute drooling around something. Most days it was Chuuya's cock but this was easier.

"God Dazai, you are such a pain in the ass. Can't you focus on something other than getting your guts rearranged for five seconds?" He was panting already drooling around the barel of the gun. As hot as it was Chuuya couldn't help but bully him for getting off on having a gun shoved down his throat. "Really? You pathetic slut. I should have figured this wouldn't turn you off. You'd probably be thrilled to die while getting fucked senseless." His eyes sparkle a little and he smirks around the gun.

"You know what? Fuck it. Fine, get your pants off." Dazai doesn't need to be told twice he's undoing his belt and shimmying his pants and underwear down for Chuuya in an instant. His hand has come to rest on Chuuya's wrist that's holding the gun, not trying to pull it out, just stabilizing it. Chuuya took the moment to fuck the gun in and out of his mouth "I'd get it nice and wet because I didn't being lube. Didn't count on having to fuck you on the job."

His eyes widen a little as does his smirk. Chuuya watchs him put on a show of sucking off his gun when its pulled out of his mouth, he pouts. Chuuya spin him around, forcing him to bend over and spread his legs, pushing his face down onto the desk.

He don't bother prepping him. If he's this desperate, he did it himself before they left for the assignment. His assumptions prove correct as the gun slides in smoothly. "Fuck... it's been a while since I've had a gun up my ass. Forgot how cold they were." Dazai sighs happily. Chuuya gets pissed again and pushes the gun in as far as it can go "God do you ever Shut Up?!?" Dazai moans his head, falling with a thud into the desk.

He wastes no time in fucking himself back onto the gun with a fucked out smile. "Mmmm make me." Offered the challenge Chuuya does exactly that, reducing his snide comments to punched out pathetic fucking moans. "God, all I want is for you to stop talking for five minutes and behave. You make my job Hell." Chuuya doesn't notice that Dazai has cum to busy berating Dazai as he fucks him ruthlessly with a loaded gun to even try and care.

[wyvolf-art]

“I know I can’t be happy anymore, (because) the world… is getting harder every day… and none of us will get a say… but soon enough enough we’re gonna pay” // Can’t Be Happy - Area-7

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I’ve been playing a game, background is a screenshot from the game itself.

[secretfreakyblog]

shove the gun in my mouth while you fuck me senselessly

[thewritergx]

Caught: Evil!Sam x Demon!FReader

Summary: Blood-drinking Sam Winchester chases you through the woods and fucks you to death (literally).

Warnings: Evil Sam x Demon F!Reader. Smut Containing: Knife/Gun play, running through the woods, NONCON, Anal, Size Kink, Blood drinking, Choking, Crying, Spanking, Forced Orgasms, Death of Reader at the end. Pet Names: Princess, Slut, Whore, Bitch.

Word Count: 3K

Do not read if you are sensitive to the warnings. This is very much a non-consensual interaction. I cannot say this any plainer, do not read this unless you're into some weirdo freak shit.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Please feel free to like and repost. Click here if you’d like more stories from me. Text divider from @cafekitsune.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, steps pounding at the wet dirt and grass. You weaved through trees, stepping over sticks and rocks. You couldn't stop. Stop and you are dead. Sam Winchester was hot on your trail, and if he caught you…You didn't even want to think about what could happen. 

“Can’t run from me forever, little demon,” Sam yelled, his voice a good distance away. 

Your chest was on fire after running for what felt like hours. Maybe you could take a break, his voice sounded pretty echoed. He must be far, you thought. 

You leaned behind a tree, weight on your knees as you bent down trying to slow your panting breaths. You stayed quiet, trying to regain your composure when you heard a stick break a few feet away from you. Fuck.

How was he so fast?

You took off again, running deeper into the forest. 

Sam knew he was close. He could fucking smell your blood. He listened for a while, hearing your quick steps as he chased you into the thickest part of the woods. He knew there would be no one out here. When he caught you, you would be powerless and all his to play with.

You tried to keep running, but you were so exhausted your pace involuntarily slowed with each passing minute. Fuck, you weren’t fast enough. He was going to catch you, you thought.

“Ah, there you are, princess,” Sam growled, watching as you ran right into his chest, hitting him like a brick wall. 

You fell to the ground, hands landing on sharp sticks. 

“Told you, you can't get away from me.” Sam raised his gun, shooting the ground next to you before you could try to run again. You gasp at the sound, the bullet landing a few inches from you. 

“Stay down, bitch.” Sam walked closer, grabbing you and pushing you onto your knees.

“Sam, wait. Wait. Y-you don't have to do this”, you pleaded, fear filling your mind and body. 

Sam hovered over you, his tall frame engulfing the moonlight. His eyes were dark, stoic in the night air. “I know. I don't have to do anything,” Sam huffed, his chest expanding with each breath. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him before throwing a hard punch on your face. Your ears rang and you hit the ground hard, your lip busted and bloody. 

You tried to get up, tried to run but your vision was so blurry you couldn't stand. Sam dropped his gun before grabbing his knife, shoving you on the ground again. 

“Ow, fuck you”, You spit, dirt on your lips as Sam slammed his fist into you again, your face landing hard in the soil.

Sam lowered himself, pushing himself over you as you lay helplessly on your stomach.

“Yeah, you’re about to,” Sam laughed, the smell of your blood thick on his mind. “Fucking slut”. Sam held the cold blade to your throat, watching as you wiggled under him, his thighs on either side of your legs. 

“You know the best fucking part? No one will hear you, no one can save you.” Sam laughed. “You’re stuck out here with me, all mine to completely destroy and devour.”

“Don’t fucking move”, he growled, sliding the knife down your back. Sam lined the cold metal to the hem of your jacket, roughly cutting through it to expose your delicate skin. 

“W-what are you doing”. Your voice was littered with fear, shaky as Sam placed a hand on your bare back, circling his thumb on the delicate skin. 

You struggled under Sam, trying to buck your hips and legs as he pulled your arms back, forcing your jacket and shirt off you. The air was cold, and goosebumps formed on your skin. 

"Cute little bar. Might keep it for later" Sam gently unhooked the clasp, folding it nicely before placing it safely on the ground.

“Stay fucking still or this is going to be a lot worse”, Sam breathed into your ear, biting at your skin. Your skin was on fire, wet dirt and leaves spreading on your tits and stomach. You tried to stay calm, tried to break away from his grip but Sam was double your size. You were completely powerless against him, the weight of his body easily pinning you down. 

“Please,” you cried, the cold metal blade pressing against your back. 

“Bet you taste so fucking good. Such a nice little vessel you're in.” Sam dragged the blade down your spine, cutting into your skin. “Wonder if she can feel this right now”.

“Stop! Get off me!” You screamed, hot blood running down your back. 

“Usually, I would have killed you already”, Sam whispered into your back. “But God, this girl you're wearing, she looks so pure. So nice that I just can't stop myself from ruining her little body.” He leaned down, licking a thick stripe through your blood and sucking at the skin, cut open and dripping for him. “Think I’m gonna leave you alive a little while, fuck you til’ your blood runs dry”.

“No, no, no. Please, y-you can’t” Sam’s teeth dug into your skin, biting at the wound he had just created. 

“Aw, is my little demon scared?” Sam smirked, blood spread across his face. He cut at you again, the knife on a sinister mission.

“Perfect,” Sam whispered, admiring the S.W., carved into your skin. 

The foreign sound of a belt buckle unclicking echoed in the quiet woods. Sam became eerily quiet and mute as you continued to cry and plead for him to let you go. Sam shuffled over you, pulling the belt through his pants loops before dropping it next to you.

“Shh, play nice and I might just let you out of this at the end,” Sam whispers in your ear, lightly caressing your hair and kissing your neck. 

You nod your head, finally accepting the situation you found yourself suffering in. 

“Good. Good little whore.” Sam’s voice is now soft and relaxed. His hands travel to your ass, cupping your cheeks over your jeans. He scoots down, pulling himself off your body so he can rip the thick denim material down, leaving them bunched up under your knees. 

Cold air strikes your now bare skin and you swallow hard, heart pounding harder than your earlier footsteps. His hands traveled to your waist, pulling you back on him and arching your ass off the ground. 

“Look at those pretty panties,” Sam hisses, dragging the knife to your folds. “What’s this huh?” Sam’s jaw clenches and he presses the dull end of the blade in between your lips, pointing out the wet spot created by your dripping arousal. You feel him grab the thin material, ripping it off your body with his bare hands. 

“You must like this, fucking dirty girl” Sam pulls you harder against him, grabbing your hands and placing them behind your back. You can’t help but rut against him, the large bulge in his pants pressing against your clit.

“I-I d-don’t. Please just let me go”. Tears stream down your face, your back stinging and leaves crunching with every movement you make. 

“Why would I do that? You’re nothing”. Sam’s fingers work quickly, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper. "Nothing, but my little cum dump".

Your breathing hitches as he pulls his jeans down, pulling his dick out. 

“No! D-Don’t, please. Please don't put that in me.” You scream, kicking your feet as Sam grabs his dick. He snakes his hand under your waist, pulling you off the ground as he teases your clit, rubbing the head of his penis against your clit. 

You clench your eyes shut and push your hands back, placing them against his stomach. 

“Shut the fuck up. Move your goddamn hands before I fucking break them,” he growls, pressing the tip of his penis against your tight little hole.

“Pl-please,” you whine, quickly removing your hands and returning them to their previous position on your back. You feel Sam press against you and your eyes widen, the feeling of his thick tip already stretching you out. Fuck, he was huge. 

“Oh fuck,” Sam presses against you, opening your legs wider as he sinks in deeper, bottoming out inside you completely. 

“Stop, please”, you cry, tears streaming down your soft rosy cheeks. 

“Aw, pretty girl doesn’t like my dick?” Sam laughed, quickly leaning down to wrap his thick fingers around your neck. He thrust into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size. “You may not, but I bet your vessel is loving this. Do you feel how wet she is? She’s already creaming my fucking dick, painting it all white.” Sam spoke through gritted teeth, each thrust landing hard on your cervix. 

“Sam, p-please just l-let me go. I-I won't tell. I swear, I'll do-” Your eyes shoot open in fear as Sam squeezed around your throat, pressing so hard you couldn’t breathe in or out.

“S-s” You tried to speak, his grip growing tighter and tighter until you were seeing stars, all dizzy and the light in the room fading. 

“Hey, no passing out on me,” Sam growled, quickly removing his hand. “How would I be able to hear those pretty cries if you're knocked out?” 

You breathed heavily, coughing as he finally let go, his fingers leaving dark bruises behind. You try to calm down again, but the way he was thrusting into you was driving you crazy. 

“Fuck!” you screamed, feeling that familiar tightening in your stomach. 

“See, I know you fucking love this cock. Feel you tightening around me. You're about to cum, huh? Go ahead. Cum on my dick, you stupid fucking slut”, Sam leaned down, biting your neck so hard you felt him drawing blood. His sharp teeth pierced deeper into your skin, hot breath on your neck as he licked and sucked the open skin. 

“Ahh, ow!” You scream, your voice echoing off the trees. You hated that he made cum, hated that you couldn't stop the pleasure forced through you. 

“That’s a good little whore. Like when I fucking rape this cunt, huh?” Sam shoved himself deeper. “Say you fucking love it.” He yelled, slapping your ass hard. 

“Fuck you,” You cried, voice filled with venom. 

Sam grabbed the belt from your side, quickly slapping it hard against your asscheek. “I said, say you fucking love it”. He slapped you again, your skin screaming for help, bright red lines marking you. 

“I-I l-love it,” you whispered into the ground, tears falling into your mouth, leaving behind a taste of salt. 

“Louder. Like you fucking mean it,” Sam hissed, slapping the belt against you so hard it drew blood. 

“Ow! Okay, I fucking love it! I love your huge dick fucking me,” You wailed, throat dry and voice hoarse from running. 

“Such an obedient fuck slut.” Sam threw his head back, eyes clenched as he pulled comply out of you. 

“Wonder if you’d like it that much…here” Sam pressed against your ass, your tight hole clenching as he shoved a thick finger inside. “I bet this vessel never got her ass fucked before.” Sam laughed, pumping his finger in and out, stretching you like you never had been before. “She’s fucking tight, huh.” He laughed, shoving another finger inside you. 

“No, y-you can’t. It's too big”, you yelped, trying to pull yourself off the ground again. 

“Stop”, Sam demanded, his tone littered with anger and hatred for you. He grabbed his gun, placing it against your temple as he lined his dick up with your ass. 

“Stay fucking still and I won't shoot you,” The cold metal pressed against your skin hard. You trembled, your legs shaking and you swore you were going to throw up.

“Yes sir,” you nodded, forcing yourself to arch your back again, perfect position for him to sink inside you. 

“Good”, Sam’s voice is plain, emotionless as he presses into your tight puckered hole. 

“OW!” You yelp, his thick cock stretching you. Your skin burned and it felt like he was ripping into you.

“F-fuck” Sam slammed into you, your freshly used walls clenching around him so tight he almost couldn't move. “Yeah, this ass is all mine. Never had anything like me before,” he smirked, watching as his dick disappeared inside you, balls pressed against the soft fat of your ass. 

He snapped his hips, a hard slapping sound echoing in the air. Your eyes rolled back, and the feeling of him pressing so deep, practically in your stomach, was too much. Fuck, it was torture but you craved more, your body easily opening from him to pump in and out of.

“Please, j-just take it o-out.” You were exhausted completely. Even at full strength, you would have never been able to fight him off. “P-please, Sam. Ju-just c-cum”. You begged and pleaded for him to finish.

Sam gripped the gun tighter, pressing it against you impossibly harder. He dragged it down your body, finger on the trigger. He thought about not shooting you, he really did. But he knew it would be so pretty watching you bleed out on the ground as he fucked you. So before he could think, before he could stop himself, he was pressing the trigger, a bullet ripping through your smooth skin and into your chest. 

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Your only thought about how stretched out and deep Sam was fucking you as you choked on your own blood. You couldn't stop it. Couldn't stop the orgasm ripping through you as you bled out, your legs shaky and week.

“That’s it,” Sam growled, his hips spurting out of rhythm but still impossibly deep. “Dumb fuck toy, letting me do whatever I want to her”. 

Sam huffed, throwing the gun on the ground and digging his fingers into your sides. He watched as your blood pooled, your choking sounds sending him into euphoria. 

“Fuck” His grip tightened around you and he bit his bottom lips hard, thrusting deep and finally painting your walls white. 

“Such a shame.” Sam laughed, pulling out of you roughly, his cum dripping from your stretched-out hole. “Could have kept you around, but what would be the fun with a slutted out whore?” Sam watched as you withered on the ground, blood smearing all over him as he leaned against your ear.

“You were a good little fuck, though. Don't get me wrong.” He whispered, pressing his fingers inside the whole left by the bullet, pushing through your skin with a squelching pain. He watched as blood soaked his fingers, quickly licking the hot liquid clean. “Hmm, should have fucked that whole,” he mumbled, before stabbing you with his demon blade. 

Your eyes shot open and white light shined from your body, killing you and leaving your vessel in the woods. 

[deathfishstyx]

Episode 13: Red Right Hand (part 4/6)

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[XANDER] Frida, there are things you don’t—can’t—know. Will you leave with me, right now? Please?

[FRIDA] Xander…

[NICK] Good evening, Mr. Clavell.

[NICK]: Our rising-star chef is needed back in the kitchen. Why don’t you call upon Miss Goth at another time, when she’s not working?

[XANDER] Uh, okay, yeah. That’s… that’s fine. Totally.

[FRIDA] <blushing> I’ll call you later, Xander.

<car screeches to a halt>

[NICOLO] Get in the car, Clavell.

[XANDER] Fuck.

[obsessionavecdescouteaux]

Dead girls can’t say no.

[hurtingyoucompletesme]

If this time were the last time... Could I hold you, hold you, hold you.. all night long?

[aggiepython]

fanart of @al3xand3r245's worm oc royale... i've really been enjoying his fic the house always wins. i love watching people make bad decisions.

here's a crop (please look at the rhinestones) and a WIP that i thought looked neat