most wicked

"you've strayed far"

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@clusterfuckclub

kendall wasnt one for drugs, but of course when his friends insisted, he’d taken the lead almost instinctively. with all his money and all his connections, he took pride in the feeling of power when his friends looked to him with awe and gratitude in their eyes, amazed that he was so confidant in his ability to score them whatever they wanted for their next rager. of course, that bliss quickly ran out when his friends departed and he found himself saddled with the frightening responsibility of seeking out a proper drug dealer. amazingly, he’d made it work, learning more about his elder brother’s friends than he’d ever intended, but as he made his way down the street, nervously fiddling with his fingers as his gaze raked over the bad part of town, he’d second guessed the whole idea. in fact, he wanted to run right back home to daddy’s mansion. but instead he’d gone up to the fifth floor walkup and negotiated with the boy who appeared to be a couple years his senior, shaking like a leaf the whole time.  ‘ s-so thats it? $350 for the weed and the ecstasy? we good? ’

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Rory stared down the posh-looking kid standing in his doorway, just for the heck of it. Kid looked like he was ready to bolt, and that almost made Rory pity him. Almost. Instead, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his ratty jeans, pushing the low-hung waistband further down his hips, where a happy trail of short brown hair started to flare. Oh yeah, Rory wasn’t wearing a shirt, having just gotten out of the shower. Kid was lucky he had enough time to put some pants on. 

“Depends on how much you want, kiddo.” He smirked, waving the other in. “Rory.” Moving to the couch in his living room, he picked up a blunt, and lighted it. “You said you needed flavor for 10? That’s not $350, babe.” 

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transpermiaa‌:

Evan was about to respond, to say that he wasn’t playing dumb, that he truly didn’t understand. He was cut short by the monstrous face that now greeted him. A small whimper forced itself out as he squeezed his eyes shut and recoiled, trying to force himself more and more into the wall. “This is a nightmare.” He whispered to himself. “This can’t be real.” His eyes remained tightly shut, whimpering, “Wake up, wake up. Evan, please wake up.” He mumbled to himself, shaking and rocking himself slightly.

Needless to say, the other’s reaction was rather entertaining. “Oh, it’s quite the nightmare.” Came an amused chuckle, as Eddie shifted back to the human form, standing up and started to undo his shirt and jeans. The next job was a bit of a struggle, pulling the captive man’s pants down to expose Eddie’s next fuck toy, but it got done. “I can’t speak when I’m fully shifted. So I want you to be on your hands and knees, alright? You don’t wanna make me mad.” He said, features twisting again, and the crack of bones and the sound of twistiing flesh could be heard echoed in the deserted warehouse. Soon, a wolf stood where the man did, its wet nose pressed against the captive’s thigh.

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unbxund‌:

No, he wasn’t going to do it– he wasn’t going to show fear. Biting down on his bottom lip, Donny glared at his captor– the freak– with a cold and steely gaze. He hunted down people, and creatures, far worse than him so he wasn’t about to let some black ooze creeping up the other’s neck make him panic. No, Donny was going to stay strong until he could find a way to turn the tides back into his favor; he was as stubborn, and delusional, as he was defiant. The moment that long, inhuman tongue flicked up out of the other’s mouth to swipe over his lips– leaving a thick trail of spit and slick– his hardened demeanor faltered; Donny swallowed his breath nervously as a chill ran down his spine. “We’re doing introduction’s now? What are you expecting out of this? For me to be all– Yeah, man. I’m Donny. It’s nice to meet you too Eddie?– and I thought I was delusional.” Despite the man’s changes, and his sudden proximity to Donny making the hunter uncomfortable, he still leaned closer into Eddie’s space as he continued to pull at his chains. “Let. Me. Go.”

“Nice to meet you, Donny.” In a blink of an eye, the black trickle thickened, spreading to cover Eddie’s face, adorning him with wide grin, decorated with rows of needle-like teeth. “You’re pretty. Taste good. I want to eat you.” Just as quickly as it came, the monstrous mask fizzled away, in its place an all too human face of handsome young man. His hands reached out, patting over Blondie’s body to check if the other had any unpleasant tricks concealed under the tattered clothes, and when he was sure there wasn’t, Eddie fished out a key from his jeans’ pocket. “Don’t punch me when I unlocked you. Don’t wanna wake the monster.” His tone was hushed and hurried, and he quickly undid Donny’s constraint. “Go! I can’t hold him back long.” 

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unbxund‌:

“Go fuck yourself! You’re not getting anywhere near me you filthy mutt.” Donny yelled back as he pulled against the chains that kept him restrained. He wasn’t in the best position here, trapped at the shifter’s feet, but that didn’t stop him from spitting up at the beast as he continued to struggle and deny how obvious it was that he’d lost. “When I get out of these chains I’m going to make you wish you’d left me alone.”

“Oh, but I am.” He purred, his voice breaking and played on top of another voice that wasn’t his. A trickle of black tar slid up his neck from inside the shirt collar as he sat down on his haunches, one hand reached out to grip Blondie’s chin and brought their faces closer. A tongue, far, far too long to be human, flicked up, drawing a long swipe of slick over the other’s lips. “You should tell me your name. I’m Eddie. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” 

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transpermiaa‌:

“Wh-what are you talking about? What d-d-do you w-want?” Evan asked shakily. His chains clanked lightly as he pushed himself closer to the wall, away from his captor. This guy is insane. What the hell does he mean by shifter? He thought to himself, his eyes wide, never taking his gaze off the man in front of him. “Who are y-you?” He asked, “W-what- wha-” He stuttered, struggling to form his question, his racing mind making it difficult.

“Oh no, no, don’t play dumb. It’s not gonna help you.” He cackled, bouncing on his feet as he approached his prey. A wicked gleam glinted in his eyes, a thin smile graced his lips. “What am I?” Tone as airy as the cool night, he twirled with child-like innocence, before snapping suddenly, bending down at the waist, his face breaking and crumbling and expanding and rearranging in a way most grotesque, before settling on a wolf’s head with the lips pulled up and a rumbling snarl low in his throat. “I am this, and I am more.” 

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tw: non-con, bestiality, violence, abuse. approach with precautions 

“Yes, you’re right. Yes, I’m a shifter. Yes, I will fuck you when I’m in animal form.” He smirked at his captive, a hunter, held in chains at his feet.. Honestly, the other made it all too easy, wandering in a dark alley at ungodly hours of the night. Now ungodly things would happen, whether the poor sod wanted it or not. Preferably, not. Resistance made it fun. 

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offairytaleisms‌:

The cuddling was a surprise, but it was nice. Much better than his son trying to ride him. 'Okay maybe she didn’t. She said nothing but good things about you. And despite this little episode, I have to agree with her.’ He couldn’t help but smile as he tugged on the restraints again. 'You gonna let me go now, kiddo?

The hand that was draped across Neal’s torso reached down, cupping over the man’s hard length. “You still got hard though. That’s inappropriate.” Danny’s fingers closed around his father’s cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Maybe.” Letting go, Danny ran his hand over the older man’s sculpted torso, up over the mounded pecs, the tips of his fingers grazing over Neal’s nipple. “You’re so ripped daddy. I dunno why mom let such a hot man go.” 

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anyone wanna do some hardcore non con shit?

hit that heart

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werepantherr:

        the panther groaned as the handkerchief was taken away from him, a dry taste left in his mouth, finally being able to speak again. “you’re gonna fuckin’ regret this, kid.” and the other probably was– as soon as eoghan could free himself that is. “what the fuck’s your point?” 

He twirled the piece of cloth in his hand and straddled the man. “I mean, I’m assuming you’re straight. It really doesn’t matter, though. You offended me. And now you’re gonna be punished.” 

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iceicetomeetyou‌:

“I said I don’t want that creepy faggot near my son, and you’re not really changing my opinion here.” Bobby tugged against the restraints. If he wasn’t tied down, he’d have his hands around Danny’s throat. “Untie me.”

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“I don’t see Ronnie as anything but a brother, really. It’s you I have my eyes on.” Danny laughed easily, sliding a hand down the older man’s clothed torso towards his crotch. “Can you get hard, old man, or you’ll need medication? I got some for this special occasion.” He lifted a little blue pill from the nightstand and hovered it above Bobby’s face. “You know what this is, right?”

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most-wicked:

open to: tops; incest; preferably heavy non/dubcon  relation: friend, friend’s brother/father, step/father, neighbour, open

“Do you remember what you said to me last we met?” Danny traced a finger along the man’s arm and smiled, looking as sweet and innocent as the schoolboy uniform he wore. That was about it, for the sins he was about to do to the other, spreadeagled on his bed and gagged. “Oops, sorry, lemme take this off so you can answer,” his hands reached to undo the handkerchief gagging the man. “Let me give you a hint, you called me a faggot.” 

Dominic glared at his stepson who somehow had him spreadeagled on the bed and gagged with a handkerchief of all things. “Well it seems you’re not only a fag but also a fucked up one at that! Untie me or I’ll tell your mother,” He looked at the younger boy. “What do you want? Never thought a bottom fag like could do this,” The muscuar male began struggling against his bonds. This was so humiliating.

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“Isn’t it obvious what I want? Silly man.” Danny nodded towards the man’s groin, bulging with a boner without any stimulation. Viagra wouldn’t be considered a stimulation, probably, and that would keep Dominic hard for the next few hours, cumming or not. Danny reached down to open the older man’s zipper and fished out his stepfather’s hard on, and stepped back to take in his handiwork. Dominic was in his business suit, tie included, cock out, looking rather good. Danny’d always knew the man got a big one. He licked his lips and squeezed Dominic’s cock, giving it a quick stroke. 

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collegiate-boys‌:

Fletcher moved against the restraints, trying to get out of them as he looked up at his brother, eyes narrowing in confusion. He tried to speak through the gag but the noises were muffled. Fletcher gagged slightly as the gag was pulled out, licking his lips slightly. “I was fucking drunk. Come on let me go,” he growled, struggling and trying his best to get out of the restraints. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve never seen you more honest.” He laughed. “I know you don’t like me, but that’s alright, I don’t like you either.” Kneeling between Fletcher’s legs, Danny kissed the older man’s crotch. “What would your loaded soon to be in-laws say, when they found out the man about to marry their daughter liked to fuck his own brother?”

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offairytaleisms‌:

‘Oh come on, kid. I was joking. Besides you were traipsing around in tight shorts so what did you expect me to do?’ Neal tugged on the bonds, finding them too strong to break. How he’d gotten there, he had no idea. One minute he was in his own bed, and the next he was in the kids room. 'If you let me go now, I won’t tell your mother about this. Be a go boy, yeah?’

The smile never left Danny’s lips, even as he disagreed. “I don’t think you were. It didn’t feel like you were. But you were right.” He shrugged, swinging a leg over Neal’s torso to straddle the man. A soft, sensual beat played in the background, and Danny rolled his hips to the rhythm.

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open to: tops; incest; preferably heavy non/dubcon  relation: friend, friend’s brother/father, step/father, neighbour, open

“Do you remember what you said to me last we met?” Danny traced a finger along the man’s arm and smiled, looking as sweet and innocent as the schoolboy uniform he wore. That was about it, for the sins he was about to do to the other, spreadeagled on his bed and gagged. “Oops, sorry, lemme take this off so you can answer,” his hands reached to undo the handkerchief gagging the man. “Let me give you a hint, you called me a faggot.” 

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DM me for some fucked up kink plots

not for the faint of heart

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Jamie Dornan in Fifty Shades of Grey.

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somethiinwiicked:

Rule number one of drinking alone was to always be careful. Cain knew not to take drinks from strangers but, come on, the bartender? Why would he turn down a free drink from him? In this place he was supposed to be the most trustworthy. So when he was brought the fruity gift, Cain incautiously took as he turned to face the stranger that paid for it. “Thanks.” He called out with a nod of his head, smiling softly at the man down on the other end of the bar. Staying in his spot, nursing the drink and ignoring the strange tingling sensation it caused in his temples– assuming it was just a buzz from a strong drink– Cain drank about a quarter of the drink before finally giving in. “Fuck it.” he mumbled to himself before walking over, leaving the drink behind with the bartender, so he could speak to the man still watching him. “I, uh– I appreciate the drink. I’m not normally a fan of fruity but… but that was good. A bit strong,” he said with a chuckle as he furrowed his brow and sighed under his breath, “to the point I’m not sure I should be driving myself home now but still good. Oh, and I’m Cain– by the way. Think I could buy you a drink in return to show how much appreciated the gesture there?”

From the opposite end of the bar, Marcus watched the gears in the young man’s head turn, losing inhibition and fighting reservation, as the other took another sip and approached Marcus. He smiled. “You looked like the fruity type. Young, sweet. Ripe for the picking.” He said, leaning one elbow on the bar, torso twisting towards Cain. “Marcus. Thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to decline. I’d like to retain a little sobriety as I pound you into the mattress tonight.” A little forward, but Marcus wanted to test the water. Would the drug in the drunk help Cain assent, with how little the young man consumed? Or would Cain still possess enough wits about him to refuse, in which case Marcus would have to take what he wanted? 

The thought made his cock jump.