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Strange Currencies
Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
Pairing: Dave York x f intruder reader
Word count: 700
Summary: Dave should have been more careful.
Warnings: SMUT, non con, dark reader, bondage, edging, PIV, alcohol, mention of weapons, but they arenāt used, hand jobs, drugging, slapping, dacryphilia, mystery, idk what else. Donāt read this if it may be triggering to you! I think itās fairly tame despite the warnings, but I canāt make that call for you.
A word from the author: I got carried away in a reblog and now I have written a shortie wherein Murder Daddy is tied up and edged until he cries. Itās non con, but he is into it? I donāt know what else to say. There might be more to this later. I have an idea cooking. No promises though. The proverbial fire has a whole lot of sticks in it.
Dave comes home to a dark house. Carol and the kids are gone for the weekend, leaving him with the house to himself. He pulls off his beanie and tosses it onto the cluttered kitchen table, then carefully cleans and puts away his weapons in the hidden safe. He knows he wasnāt followed, he is always careful. You have to be in his line of work. At last he lets himself relax.
As heās pouring himself a second glass of bourbon, enjoying the quiet and solitude, he hears the floor creak behind him. Sheās been biding her time, waiting in the dark. He canāt react fast enough, the rag is over his nose and his vision blurs before everything turns black.
When Dave comes-to he is tied to the bed, wrists bound together above his head, stripped naked. He is still for a few moments, blinking groggily and trying to make sense of his surroundings. He wants to rub his eyes but he canāt move his arms. Panic grips him when he realizes his predicament. He tries to jerk free, but sheās straddling his thighs and her knots are secure.
Sheās naked on top of him, save for a black mask over her eyes. He canāt help that heās hard. She smiles at him, and reaches behind her for something. A soft click and a cool drip along his length, she spreads a generous amount of lube over his cock- and it has to be a lot to really coat all of him. Heās easily one of the biggest sheās ever seen, thick from base to tip and uncut. She uses both hands to slowly stroke him, lube dripping over her fingers as she works him messily.
He closes his eyes and tries to reconcile whatever is happening right now with the way he needs to come. Sheās twisting and stroking and the sensations are making his whole body buzz. He raises his hips, silently begging for more, loving and hating every moment of whatever the fuck is happening to him right now. He canāt think. His brain is blank as he hurtles toward release and then her hands are gone. His eyes are wide, and he stammers.
Nothing makes sense, his orgasm snatched away, and a sharp slap lands across his cheek. He gasps and whimpers, his cock twitches against his sweat-damp belly.
Tense moments pass, he tries to calm himself, but his cock doesnāt get the message.
He moans weakly when her warm grip returns, varying speeds, spit dripping from her mouth to join the abundance of lube and pre-cum he has leaked. The sound is lewd.
Dave twists against the restraints, to no avail. He is helpless in every way, and heās close to his climax again. Heās panting and begging, but again she stops, and his other cheek gets a matching slap. He growls, frustrated and furious at the position he has found himself in. He is rewarded with a pinch of his nipple.
She hasnāt said a word, but he can feel her own wetness dripping between his thighs. She repeats the routine again, and he knows this time that she wonāt let him come.
Silent tears roll down his cheeks, he is defeated. He closes his eyes, and with a wavering voice, he begs her. āWhat do you want from me? Who are you? Why are you doing this?ā
She doesnāt answer, of course she doesnāt. But now she is sliding upward, her hands on his chest, her soaked and swollen folds gliding over his engorged length, she teases her clit with he fat head of his cock before angling her hips and spearing herself on his turgid member.
Dave is watching, and he feels somehow outside of himself. As if he is watching long this happened to someone else. His eyes are glazed, glued to her cunt, taking him completely, squeezing him tightly.
She rolls her hips and uses him, makes herself come with her head dropped back, fingers digging into his chest.
He wants so badly to take control. He wants to grip her waist and guide her up and down at his pace. He wants to hold those tits in his hands, have those nipples in his mouth.
When he comes, heavy balls pulling tight as he empties, she presses him deep, right against her cervix. He lets his head drop back onto his pillow.
What the fuck? He repeats over and over in his mind. Heās catching his breath, only vaguely aware of the motion around him, and suddenly his hands are free. His training kicks in and he grabs his captor, slamming her onto the bed with a grunt and snatching the mask from her face. His eyes go wide and his heart lurches.
āYou.ā
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'why r you smiling at your phone' cool girls from tumblr interacting with me mind ur business
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Do you think when joel beat that guard to death in the first ep with his bare fists and turned around after, he maybe expected to see Sarah standing there? Like he flashed back to the very first scene and was like: this is it. i did it. i saved her! ;only to see Ellie, and that's why he was so mad at ellie for so long because she was the daughter that he saved, only he didnt really want to save her, he wanted to save sarah. And every time he saved Ellie, he thought maybe this'll bring sarah back, and maybe this would, and maybe this will, until he died and he was like Oh. This will.
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Well, I hope 'somebody' came out relatively unscathed. Sending healing hugs...for you to pass on to them...if not.
In hindsight, taking the class to the embalming room was probably NOT the best idea my teacher ever had....
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In hindsight, taking the class to the embalming room was probably NOT the best idea my teacher ever had....
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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy
I tried to scroll past this. I really did
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Abolish the comic book industrial complex š
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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy
I tried to scroll past this. I really did
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just a touch
Dieter Bravo (x afab!reader)
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warnings: m masturbation, afab!reader mentioned, writer Dieter being horny af, unedited.
Does anyone else ever spend all their day thinking about...
Dieter Bravo jerking off.
About how he draws it out for hours because he loves to be teased, even if he's teasing himself. He'll watch something filthy (he's got a great selection of porn, some homemade) or look at those nudes you sent him. But he refuses to touch himself the whole time, as he gets harder and more desperate for it.
He likes the luxury of getting off in bed, on his expensive soft sheets, or in the shower with the warm water running all over his body. He gets really sensitive the longer he holds off, so he'll give it as long as he possibly can. If he really wants to drive himself crazy, he'll force himself to go do something else after getting all turned on from whatever he chose to watch - something super mundane like read his many emails, or tidy up whatever mess was left out last night.
Usually though, he'll go to the big full length mirror in his bedroom, slowly take his clothes off, appreciate his own body. He spent a long time struggling with his body image, but nowadays he loves what he sees. His broad chest, the softness of his tummy, and then the bulge in his pants before he slowly peels them off. He's never been anything but proud of his dick. As far as cocks go he's got a pretty one, everyone always says it. He's still not touching it, not now as he appreciates the view of it in the mirror. His hands might come close, as his fingers softly feel their way around his own body, mapping paths you've taken as you've explored him yourself. He'll play with his nipples, pinch at the sensitive parts of his torso and grasp his stomach, appreciate the soft feel of it. He wishes you were there right now, but he'll make do with what he's got. Himself.
Finally...oh finally he makes his way on to his bed, sat with his back against the headboard with his legs spread wide. The mirror is angled just right, so he has a good view of himself from there. He's a little flushed, cheeks reddened. He's leaking precum, made himself so fucking desperate for his own hand. He looks really good, and he knows it.
He'll use whatever is closest, spit or lube or lotion. He isn't picky. Sometimes he'll use a toy too, depending on what he wants to feel and how quick he wants to get off. He loves playing with things that vibrate but they tend to make him come quicker than he likes so he doesn't use them too often - better when you're trying to overstimulate him to tears. Usually he'll use a butt plug when he's on his own, he likes his ass nice and full as often as it can be.
Now he takes himself in his hand, and the moan he makes at that first touch is sinful. He starts off painfully slow, teeth gritted in concentration as he tries to zone in on every single thing he's feeling as his fists glides up and down his cock. He'll think of you now the most, of the drag of your cunt up his dick. Or the warmth of your mouth on him. He'll bring up every memory he has of you and him together, the way you look when he's in you. The way you cry out as he thrusts into you for the first time. God, he can't take it this slow anymore.
As he quickens his pace, the noises he makes would make anyone blush. Dieter is never quiet like this. He loves to be heard, even if it's only him who can hear it right now. More, and more, and more. His free hand is playing with his balls, gentle tugs and squeeze that makes him tense dangerously and groan in pleasure.
Will he slow down now, calm himself down before he starts up again? Well, he'll try but at this point he's possessed by the need to come. He tries to be good, he really does. The way you like it, every last drop teased out of him but holding off for as long as he possibly can You tell him to be good, but you're not here right now and he can't quite bring himself to be that good.
He'll confess later, you can punish him if you want.
He's gasping out, a needy thing, beautiful noises of absolute heady pleasure. Eyes zoning back in just enough to watch as he brings himself to the edge. His favourite part to watch, as his movements falter and his balls tighten and with a loud cry he's spilling ropes of his cum onto his lower belly, onto his fingers, wherever it goes. Messy, he loves it that way. He pulls out every last drop he can, until its too much.
His head falls back against the headboard, eyes squeezing shut as he heaves out heavy breaths while his body trembles slightly from the climax. After a moment or two, he'll bring his hand up to his mouth and lick it clean. Dip his fingers into the mess he made and taste himself. It makes him groan, he tastes so fucking good. You always tell him the same, and he knows you're not lying.
In the time it takes him to regain his thoughts, he's laid himself down on the bed properly, sprawled out and a little dozy. He gets sleepy after he's come, but not enough to actually fall asleep. He just likes to bask in the feeling for a little while while he recovers. He bury his face in the pillow that still smells of you, and close his eyes and just enjoy the moment.
And if he really needs it today...he'll make it all happen again in a couple hours.
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I heard people are drooling over the cowboy ghoul, but why hasn't she been mentioned?!
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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy
I tried to scroll past this. I really did
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I need the rest of that story!
Okay. My turn...
Cocaine can make you sleep walk.
Anybody feeling silly? I'm feeling silly. So do this for me. Make a post is just a sentence based on something that really happened to you but use poetic license, then tag it 'based on a true story.' Let me live vicariously through y'all.
I'll go first.
Famous people's butts feel just like normal people's.
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