' THOUGHTS, PRAYERS, PERVERSION ' PATRON SAINT ALLEN | YOU LOCK THE DOOR. . . and throw away the key. . .THERE'S SOMEONE IN MY HEAD BUT IT'S NOT ME. . .
ALLEN ~ SALVATORE 🇲🇾 | 'and if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear.' 18+ TOP READER blog - malay/eng . he/him . EVERYTHING IS CLOSED GO HOME EVERYONE . minors and fujoshis or any kind of queer fetishizers dni . !! THIS BLOG CONTAINS DARK CONTENT !! 'you shout and no one seems to hear'
m.list + tags . write list + rules . mutuals <3
recent work: shadow milk cookie
feel free to send an ask about anything! woot woot! dms reserved for friends/mutuals only
idk im pretty bored gang and im not even that active in the fandoms i used to write for. (which were limited to fucking.... haikyuu characters and biblical angels)
should i start writing RPF? im thinking of doing bands because I love music. but i dunno about the receptions tho... im afraid I would get jumped for writing RPF smut 😭😭😭
and ofc, "bands" sounds too enthusiastic, im currently not too well-versed. but im currently really really big into KISS.. and i feel like they're also most-fitting because of the freaky shit they were up too during their prime. what do y'all think? (this is an excuse for me to write about vinnie despite me being non-sharing.)
incredibly sexy, i know. oh? he looks like a bird of paradise that got struck by a very pink lightning? that's the point. it's hot, it's bold, and i need to manhandle him badly. im also not afraid to admit he was pretty cranky.
I've noticed this way back but one of my mutuals— a very very good friend of mine— had deactivated his account. wherever you are and whatever you are going through, ill always miss you eugene of yokoluvv. stay safe.
SYNOPSIS: dean asked questions he should’ve kept to himself. and most importantly, he had been coy about it. idiot.
CHARACTER: older!male reader x dean winchester
NOTE: mmm, countertop sex.. part ²? yes? maybe yes.
WC: 0.5k
TAGS: age gap,, rough sex,, countertop sex,, kitchen sex,, bottom dean,, top reader,, anal,, unprotected sex,, light masochistic dean,, first time anal,, big dick reader,,
“o-oh, yea—mmff, fuck—” dean gasped out, a loopey grin spreading across his face.
have you ever had sex with a man?
“oh my fuckin’ go-ohd—” his fingers tightened around the edge of the marble countertop. your countertop.
what’s the youngest you’d go?
“mmh-mmm-ah shit!—” the back of dean’s head hit the marble, though he paid no mind to it. the pleasure was so intense that the pain didn’t even register.
what about a guy in his twenties? would ya shag him?
you still remember the grin on his face when he asked that.
“ghhh-sonovabitch..” his voice was higher pitched. slurred. broken, even. shirt bunched up to his chest. he shivered violently when your teeth just barely grazed his pulse point.
“god—fuck—please—” such a pleading tone. he was begging.
“please what?” you whisper, eyes flitting up to his face, fingers digging into the skin of his thighs like a brand, rough yet grounding. there. definitely not meaningless. “you wanted this. now take it.”
dean whimpered before a sob tore out from his throat, head thrashing around against the marmoreal stone, hips stuttering, cock twitching—untouched, leaking, aching. neglected. just barely rubbing up against your abdomen.
your pace fastened, not by a lot, but enough for dean to arch his back and struggle against your hold. his thighs quaked, legs hanging off of the counter, toes curled.
you were big. thicker than he anticipated. first time with a guy and he was already getting stretched to fucking oblivion. he felt full. it hurt, of course it did, but what was dean if not a masochist.
with a broken, loud moan, he willed his shaking body to meet your relentless, sharp thrusts. his ears were ringing and he could barely even hear himself, the only thing clearly audible was the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“you—you told me i could ask you- a-ah—anything..” he panted out, glossy eyes barely open as they locked onto yours.
“…and look where it got you.”
your response was simple, almost mocking. with a deliberate roll of your hips, you had dean’s eyes rolling into the back of his head, mouth falling open in a soundless gasp as he bared his neck.
the brutal drag of your cock inside him made his brain turn to mush. he clenched around you, involuntarily of course, just because his imagition was conjuring filthier images. he couldn’t help it. the thought of you fucking him whenever you wanted wherever you wanted? it practically made him salivate.
“dean.”
he keened. at the sound of his name on your lips, he fucking keened. desperately so, like he was just happy you were acknowledging him. and maybe he was.
“dean,” you repeated, moving a hand to pat his face before gripping his jaw. “eyes on me.”
oh you didn’t have to tell him twice. you had that quiet authority, one that made others do exactly what you asked with no need to reiterate. dean loved it. he craved it.
his hazy eyes locked onto your own.
“you with me, space cadet?”
always, he wanted to say. but he bit it back with a choked groan, in response only nodding his head, though the action was barely noticeable.
“say yes.”
“ngghhh—” his thighs tensed as you stopped your thrusts, his hole pulsating around you. “sorry—yes—fuhhcck… uuh-hh..” his pretty face was flushed pink, right from the tips of his ears down to his chest. and he glistened with sweat—how gorgeous.
“i wonder if id be remembered for anything at all”
I don’t know if this is even worth anything, given how inactive I am as well, and, given the fact how little I’ve been interacting with you, but I just wanted to let you know that every single time I open tumblr, without fail, I immediately have a thought about you. Seems a little homoerotic, I know, trust me, but I think it’s because in the very beginning you made writing and being on this website/app so much funner than it is now. I would never forget you, you boosted my hobby as a writer and motivated me just by being there.
hi, i hope you know how much this means to me.
i also miss the times of chaos we had together, still surprises me till this day that i formed such a bond on this app. though, i probably had outgrown my old self here. but it doesn't mean i wont look back at all the connections i made here. it's bittersweet and i wont lie to you, i didn't want it to end. but it is what it is. you still have a special place in my heart along with eugene and all of my mutuals.
i hope you're doing okay el, just so you know i will always think about you when i listen to Purple Rain (whether you want to interpret it in a homo way or not is up to you, lol)
and i find myself again, staring, into what was once a husk i used to call myself, as a person, as a being capable of feelings and to feel.
this is an update since i realized it's been one month of my inactivity. nobody cares at this point, and they're not obligated to do so.
do i miss the high that i got being here? absolutely. but i cant drive myself into appreciating my own works, let alone expecting other people find something attractive or mildly interesting in them.
it's okay, i guess ive found something else to make me feel happy, but i dont feel worthy of anything when i cant find any ways to contribute to its community.
it's something mundane that's affecting me. sometimes i wonder if people take the time to think about the passion and time i put into the things i put out.
hello. happy new year. im as retarded as i was last year if not more.
so much has happened, and so much is to come— no matter how bad or bitter it would be. ive since lost myself, but i cheer for all my friends and all of the people ive met here.
for the events that are to come please stay strong.
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