Girls with pretty eyes and a bad attitude don't get spanked, they get slapped in the face so we can enjoy watching those big beautiful doe eyes tear up.
this one was inspired by a post I saw a couple weeks ago~
The cold metal bites into the soft flesh beneath my chin as I look down at the man below me, terror present in every breath I take. "Take it out," he states in a gruff voice. My movements are slow and jerky as I unzip his pants and pull out his cock.
He uses his freehand to spit in his hand as he strokes his length a bit while watching me. "Now, ride me," he orders. I freeze, biting my lip as I find myself giving a small shake of my head. He forces the gun harder into the space below my jaw, the sting of the hard metal bringing tears to my eyes.
Shifting a bit, I lift myself up until I find his tip lined up with my entrance. Once more, I find myself hesitating, but he takes this moment to use his other hand to yank me down. I throw my head back then, crying out in pained pleasure as he fills me.
Seeing how he can use this to his advantage, his hand curls in my hair and yanks back, once more lodging the barrel against my throat. "Ride," he repeats in a much huskier voice.
I obey as if my life depends on it, because it does. My hips begin rocking back and forth, a soft creaking of the chair we're in filling the room as I begin to pick up the pace. Despite myself, I find the angle hitting all the right spots in my gummy walls which tighten even more as his thick cock barrels into me.
The longer I ride, the more desperate I get as I begin bouncing. He seems to have the same reaction because his grip on me only tightens in an attempt to hold me in place, pulling me closer as I begin to beg for release. His hand in my hair slides down, winding its way around my waist in an attempt to use it as leverage to force me down harder. Gripping tightly at his biceps, I try to find a way to stop the insane pace he's setting as I feel my whole body coiling tighter, feeling as if I'm burning up.
"I'm...." a breathy squeaky escapes me as my pussy convulses around his cock, releasing all my wetness across his lap as I tremble in his grip.
"Fuck..." he hisses, yanking out at the last minute as his cock spurts hot seed all across my pussy and thighs. I collapse in on him a bit as I lay boneless in his arms, the gun momentarily forgotten. He taps it against my cheek to get my attention and I look up at him with glassy eyes.
cw: size kink, noncon, manhandling, manipulation, cumplay, squirting, oral fixation a lil bit
mostly smut w/ lil plot~
"Almost..." I squeak a bit, balancing haphazardly on the counter as I try to grab the book I need and muttering quietly to myself in frustration. My fingers graze the spine, but I'm still unable to grab it. Despite the precarious situation I find myself in, I continue on out of stubbornness.
Warm hands slide up my legs, gripping tightly at my thighs as if to steady me. The moment passes as they continue their ascent, pushing my skirt up and revealing myself to him. Quickly, I go to push the hands away, looking down at him with a small pout, "Can you give me a hand?"
"Hmmm," he murmurs absentmindedly, focused on the way my cheeks spread apart when he grips them in his hands, "Isn't that what I'm doing? Two, in fact, I believe."
As I go to open my mouth to argue, his thumb slides along my folds before placing gentle pressure on my clit through my panties. The words die in my throat instead becoming a small whine. I reach for him, trying to pull his hands free and shaking my head.
"Shhh," he reassures me, pulling me down until his face disappears underneath my skirt.
"N-no, I'm... b-busy," I try as his fingers pull my panties to the side, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub before his tongue swirls along and devours me. My hands grip tightly at the shelves behind me, trying to keep my balance. Pleasure rocks through my core as his tongue pushes into me, coaxing needy moans that fall from my throat like a plea.
"You're saying no," he murmurs between licks, teeth occasionally biting down a bit to elicit whines from me when the pain mixes with pleasure, "but you need this, you deserve this."
Shaking my head in denial, he abruptly yanks me from the shelves, a few items falling to the floor behind us with a clatter. He shifts me, flipping me around like a doll in his arms until my legs are wrapped firmly around his waist.
As we turn, I find myself pinned between him and the wall as his bigger frame holds me prisoner. His hand grips my chin, tilting my head up until I'm forced to look at him before his other friend disappears between us, between my thighs.
"Baby," I whine as two of his thick fingers push deeply into my already wet pussy, drenched from his earlier meal, "please stop, I'll miss my deadline-"
His lips fasten on mine, creating a silence only disturbed by the moans he swallows and the soft squelching of his fingers sliding in and out of me. They curl, scissor, twitch, prod until I am weakly whimpering against him as my walls clench and suck his digits in.
He shifts, adding a third as the stretch burns so deliciously that I cry out into the kiss. A smirk lights up his face as my head falls back from the pleasure, incoherent denials leaving me while my pussy clenches, messily coating his fingers in my juices.
As he pulls his fingers free, my hips shift in protest as my pussy is left leaking and empty. He holds his fingers up in the light between us, letting me watch as the sticky mess coats his fingers. "Open," he prompts so gently that I might break, but I obey as my tongue lolls out for him.
His fingers press against my tongue, coating them in my own taste as I suck them clean. Every movement of my tongue seems to push at his self-control. His grip on my chin only tightens before he shifts, almost fucking my mouth with his fingers before pulling them out, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his digits.
"Fuck, fuck," he growls a bit in surprise, "fuck."
His voice is thick with desire, lifting me once more until he slams me onto the table in the office. He holds me there, pushing my skirt up before aggressively ripping my panties off. "Wait..." I try to reason with him, but he once more silences me with a kiss.
My hands grip tightly at his shirt, trying to anchor myself to him as he swallows my very breath. His tongue moves with mine, laying claim to me as he folds me in half on the table, easily pinning me once more.
The rustling of clothes fills the silence before I feel the hot weight of his cock rubbing along my folds. His kiss continues, searing and possessive before he finally pulls back. For a moment, he takes a pause to watch the way his throbbing cock looks resting against my pussy. "You're so pretty," he whispers, lost in thought as he presses the bulbous tip in.
The stretch fills my body with white-hot pleasure, pain mingling as he fits himself inside me inch-by-inch. "It looks like I'm breaking you," he groans in appreciation, his hands pulling my thighs further apart to allow him better access to press deeper into me, "Can I break you?"
Every thought leaves my brain at his words, my pussy throbbing in need as my body sucks him in. He bottoms out so suddenly that I cry out in surprise, tears filling my eyes by the sudden full feeling that overwhelms me. He brushes his thumbs along my eyes, clearing away the tears as he cups my face in his hands.
"Doesn't it feel good? Don't you need it too?" his words wash over me as he thrusts, gently at first as he whispers gentle promises against my ear.
"Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyes," I squeak erratically with every thrust, nails raking down the arms that hold me prisoner. My whole body arches beneath his, pressing into him to feel him as deeply as possible. It burns, it stings, but I can't help the way his body violently takes mine, the way I allow it.
He rams into me with a desperation I match, nails gripping at his hips and pulling him in harder, deeper. Absurd sounds leave us, moans, growls, desperate begging as our bodies clash together aggressively. He fills me with possessive need, slamming against my cervix with every thrust, almost as if he wishes to push further.
"I.. baby..." jumbled words leave me, incoherent as I shake my head blindly. My pussy clenches, eagerly tightening around his cock with every thrust. Pleasure washes over me, drowns me, as I find myself unraveling, needy and begging for him to break me, "please, pleasepleaseplease..."
"Shit," he groans as he watches his cock disappearing inside me while I pout up at him with needy eyes. His thrusts grow more violent, intent on pushing me over the edge. My whole body trembles, back arching as I scream in pleasure. My walls clench, spasming as my pussy pulses with my release, messily coating him before running down my thighs and ass.
Shaking my head a bit, I whimper in desperation before he abruptly slaps my clit. The pain catches me off guard as I clench aggressively around his cock before squirting and coating his waist with my desire. "That's my good girl," he hisses through clenched teeth, pumping his hips as he coaxes needier cries from my throat while he prolongs my orgasm.
A few more thrusts and he pulls out, stroking his length as he paints my pussy with his cum. Each spurt leaves a mess of his seed that he pushes through my folds. His length throbs with each passing moment until he is spent. The hot mess slides through my folds, down my ass, even into my pussy a bit.
As he watches the way his cock slides between my folds, coated in the mess we made, I find myself spreading myself even further open for him as I lay beneath him.
cw: knifeplay, cnc, rough, hand kink, under the influence, a lil stalking, dark, cocksleeve
long request~
"Ooh, that was so hot," a couple of girls squeal, leaning in a bit closer to some guy that towers a little bit over the crowd. Shifting a bit, I move closer out of curiosity with a little liquid courage pushing me forward. Once I'm close enough, I finally take in what's happening.
I watch a bit in awe at the way his hand flexes before twirling a knife around his fingers, the metal glinting menacingly as it flips around before landing safely in his hand once more. The girls cheer a bit, muttering among themselves in excitement as they try to flirt with him. He flashes them a dashing smile, but I'm still focusing on the way the veins in his hand stand out as he holds the knife.
After a moment, he notices me watching and lets the knife tumble from his fingers before catching it effortlessly. A small chuckle leaves me, and I feel everyone's eyes turn towards me at the sound. Finally, I draw myself away from the sight of his hands and the knife to see the cocky smirk plastered on his face as well as the glares from the girls crowding him.
Unable to bring myself to say anything, especially after being caught blatantly drooling over him, I scoff and give a small wave before turning around. The girls' voices follow me, talking bitchily amongst themselves while I take a calming breath, taking another gulp of my drink to swallow the nerves.
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The fuzziness in my head pushes me to step away from the crowd, trying to find a quiet place to rest. The music and the voices fade as I head down the hallway, stumbling in the shadows. Warm, strong arms slide around my waist, pulling me back suddenly. A small yelp leaves my throat in surprise before I'm pressed against the wall, cool metal digging into my neck.
"Spread your legs," his voice trembles in excitement as he presses the blade harsher against my throat. A strange thrill rushes through me despite the danger of the situation as I open my legs a bit before his free hand pries them open more, thick digits sliding inside of me with a soft squelch.
"You're fucking dripping. All it takes is a knife against your throat and you're soaked," he groans a bit in awe, thrusting his fingers in, curling them against all the right spots as my head falls back, a loud moan leaving my throat, "I knew you were special when I saw you."
Despite my depravity, I shake my head back and forth a bit to try and shake some sense into the fog. Another finger presses into my pussy, curling and scissoring in a way that has my legs trembling.
"Please.... stop..." my plea turns into a needy whine as his fingers press deeper into me.
"Not a chance, darling," he groans in satisfaction as he pulls his fingers out, admiring the thick stickiness coating his fingers, "I'm gonna break you."
He moves then, gripping me tightly as he balances me on his thighs before the sound of his zipper fills the silence. "Wait..." I whisper, but it's swallowed whole as his lips cover mine, consuming my protest hungrily. The harsh stretch of his cock filling me drags a needy moan from my throat before he bottoms out, staying there as he gazes down at me.
He moves the knife then, the metal slipping across my skin before lashing out, slicing the straps of my dress with ease. The material crumples under the weight. His eyes darken as he sucks in a soft breath, admiring the way my breasts rise and fall erratically. The tip follows the valley between my breasts before trailing around my nipple, pressing in a bit as my breath halts. Excitement causes my whole body to clench, my pussy eagerly clinging to his length.
At the shift in my posture, he leans in closer, pressing me harder into the wall and deeper inside my body. His body easily dwarfs mine as he continues to drag the knife down my stomach, the flat of the blade following the curves. His fingers flex with control, pausing as the blade reaches where the material of my dress bunches. The tip presses in a bit more before it twists, dragging down the material until the dress falls completely away from my body.
A shaky breath leaves my throat as he pauses again, almost as if to admire the flawless skin it reveals. He turns the knife away from me before spreading his fingers along my stomach, his whole hand stretching the expanse. "You're such a perfect thing," he murmurs absentmindedly, almost as if not to me. The knife twirls in his hand again, cool metal pressing into my hip.
The face of the knife presses against my clit, causing me to whine in surprise as his other hand wraps around my throat to hold me in place. Biting my lip, I hold his gaze as the cool metal slides slowly between my folds, delicately, before pulling back. His cock throbs inside of me harshly as we both stand there tensely.
The blade glistens in the low light, coated in my desire before his tongue lashes out, licking my juices from the knife as he watches me. Licking my lips nervously, I feel a hot need rush through me as his eyes rove down my naked body.
The knife clatters to the ground before he rolls his hips a bit, pushing a moan from my throat as his cock slides further into my gummy walls. My head falls back against the wall, my body arching into his as he thrusts in again. Once, twice, harder, deeper. My hands grip tightly at his biceps for leverage as each pump of his hips jolts mine against his, urging him in deeper. His cock bullies my pussy, ramming deeper as loud squelching sounds fill the room and mingle with our mixed moans and groans.
"Fuck," he groans, his forehead resting against mine, holding my face in place as he picks up the pace. My moans turn into shrill cries as he thrusts in harsher. His cock rubs along my clenching walls, dragging a hot groan from his throat before he fastens his lips against mine in a searing kiss.
Every pump of his hips drives him deeper, wetness sucking him in easily as he pins me firmly against the wall. His tongue swirls along my mouth, devouring every cry as I dig my nails weakly into his arms. He rams in so deep I feel my body tighten. My whole body trembles, pussy spasming around his length messily as I gush and cry out into the kiss.
"Fuck," he growls, kiss faltering as he pulls me in. Hot spurts of his cum rush inside me as I cling to him breathlessly. His cock continues to pulse inside me, our bodies trembling with little aftershocks.
"Careful now, darling," he whispers against my lips before I find myself pulling him for another kiss.
cw: mask kink, drugging, noncon, choking, slapping across face, dacryphilia, cumplay, dark
read at your own peril~
"No, no, no!" I scream, ripping up carpet fibers as my nails shred across the rough material. A sob leaves my throat as I kick at the hands grabbing at my legs, trying to land a more forceful blow while I try to crawl away. The larger body frame overtakes mine, grabbing at my throat as he placed a towel over my mouth and throat.
The slightly sweet taste fills my mouth as the world flutters around me. Weaker hands grip at the arms around me, trying to pull them off but falling flat as the world is swallowed in darkness.
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"Hey!" comes a gruff voice from the shadows followed by a burning pain that rushes in my face. The pain happens again, and I jerk awake to find myself staring at Ghostface. The person behind the mask tilts his head a bit as he crouches down over me. "Oh, see, there's the pretty girl," he whispers in a voice laced with excitement but also mocking.
"Who.. are.. you?" my voice tumbles over itself, falling flat in the silence. He groans a bit, shaking his head a bit in.. disappointment? He makes a soft sound of disapproval as he reaches out, grabbing my chin forcefully in his hand.
"What? Do you live under a rock? Haven't seen the cult classic, Scream? Don't you know you gotta figure out who the killer is?" his voice is mocking again, this time more menacing as his thumb traces my lips.
"Killer?" my voice comes out as a squeak, dying in my throat as terror floods my body and I find a cold feeling sinking into my limbs.
"Oh, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna hurt you really, really bad," he whispers in a voice that's meant to intimidate me, but the moment washes over me and nervous laughter bubbles from my throat.
"The Joker? Not even the good one?" more anxious giggles follow as I find my original fear falling away. He makes another sound of frustration, his hand slapping across my face so hard that for a moment everything dances with black fuzziness. As I recover, I find his hand closing around my throat, flexing and cutting off my air supply.
"Wait...." comes out a weak plea as my nails rip into the flesh of his hand. The fear returns full force as I sob brokenly as his grip does everything but loosen. His other hand roams, groping, grabbing, squeezing. The choice of my dress comes back to haunt me as he pushes it up, the material of my panties easily ripping apart in his hand.
"No, no..." my voice is weaker, fuzziness creeping in around the edges from the pressure on my throat. He pries my thighs open with bruising force, his elbow slamming against my knee and making me yelp in pain as he pushes between my legs. Warm tears roll down my face as I continue to try and pry his hand off, kick at him to get away. There's no escape.
The rough feeling of his cock through my folds fills the silence with a soft squelching sound that has me freezing. Laughter follows quickly after as his hand around my throat slackens, instead yanking my head down until I'm forced to focus on his cock rubbing along my pussy.
"You're fighting, you're crying, but you're fucking soaked," he almost praises, a sick smile heard in his voice, "Are you getting off on this? Fucking slut..."
As soon as he stops speaking, he shifts and slams every inch of his raw cock deep inside my tight walls. A scream leaves my throat at the intense stretch, unable to move as he holds my neck tightly to watch the way his cock disappears inside with every roll of his hips.
"You're raping me," I accuse, more tears rushing down my cheeks as I defiantly manage to yank my head away from his grip. The Ghostface leers at me, thrusting a few times extra harshly for emphasis as lewd sounds fill the room.
"And you're enjoying it," he accuses back, leaning in as his presence overwhelms me against the floor.
"Fuck you," I groan, a whine escaping as his cock rams deeper, rubbing against the most sensitive spots as I feel my whole body coiling in pleasure despite the disgust filling my stomach.
"As you wish," he laughs, placing his hand around my throat again, this time for leverage as he fucks into me harder. Despite myself, soft gasping moans leave my throat as he rams so deep inside that pain dances with pleasure. His soft grunts fill the silence as he shifts, pulling one of my legs up to dangle over his arm while he bends the rest of me in half.
Fresh tears rush down my face as the new angle reaches deeper than I thought possible. "Wait, please..." I find myself begging as my whole body arches against his involuntarily. He groans in appreciation as my pussy tightens, convulsing messily around his shaft as I sob brokenly while I cum. Hot cum spurts across my pelvis and belly as he pants above me, stroking himself until he finishes.
"See, such a pretty girl," he admires, spreading the cum across my tummy and down across my pussy. Shaking my head, I try to find the strength to pull away, but I just lay there limply as my body pulses with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
