You didn't respond to either of my PM's but it's good to know that (SPOILERS FOR PPL WHO HAVE NEVER READ IT BEFORE) he doesn't die in 6 months if the storm chapter is correct. I hate it when the main character dies. Main character death = sad endings, i hate sad endings.
I don't even know what this is! This sort of thing ain't my bag, baby!
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Oh yeah, I haven't checked my PM's in a while, lol. Sorry.
All Sinners oneshots are 'non-canon' unless specifically mentioned otherwise in the main story (which none of them are at the moment). However, it's pretty clear that Slash won't die.
In six months, anyway. lulz.
Aha, well anyway, nice job on the stories. I'm now craving for more.
More shall come soon, heh.
fuck you
"Please, stop!"
My grin widens as I roughly push you against the brick wall of the alley, confident that in this shithole city, no one is going to come to your aid. One calloused hand reaches down and fumbles to unbutton your pants, mindless of your feeble blows against my back and shoulders.
"Please," you beg, trying to keep the sobs out of your voice. "Just let me go...I'll give you anything, just---"
"I'll TAKE anything I want, fool. Now shut the fuck up and stop moving."
You cannot hold back the tears any longer, not in the face of the ice-cold voice that commands your submission. Still, you put up a pretense of a struggle, until I slam your shoulderblades against the wall again, making your teeth clack together painfully.
"Fight me again, and I swear I'll snap your neck. You'd stay warm long enough for me to get what I want...so make your decision quickly."
Immediately seeing the truth in my eyes, you stop your flailing, turning your gaze away from me and quietly sobbing. Satisfied that you will no longer hinder me, I rip your pants off, roughly fondling your cock until you harden against your will.
With a single strong downward push to your shoulders, you find yourself on your knees, facing my hard erection. I push your head towards it, rubbing the head on your lips.
"Now suck, boy. If you try to bite, it'll be the last thing you ever do."
Swallowing hard and wiping tears from your eyes, you reluctantly take my cock into your mouth, running your tongue over the underside, trying to guess what gives a man pleasure in this manner.
I grip your head and force you to bob along my shaft, forcing myself into your throat and causing you to gag painfully on my thickness. Your only thoughts are to keep your teeth away from the hot sex, terrified at what I'd do to you if you failed to please.
Suddenly, I pull out of you, my cock glistening with thick strands of your hacked-up saliva.
"You fucking whore, can't even give a decent blowjob. Ah, well, you tried, so I will not kill you yet. You'll have to earn your freedom..." I grin viciously, yanking you up and turning your body away from me, your soft skin pressed against the cold brick.
You know what's coming next, and while terrified, humiliated, humbled, you don't want to die...you remain passive as I spread your thighs, lining my massive erection with your tight, dry anus.
Your shrill scream echoes throughout the alley as I jam into you, lubricated with nothing more than your own drying spit, tearing into the tender flesh of your opening. I do not go slowly; I do not wait for you to adjust. I merely pound, pound, pound into you, your hot rectum providing me with all I want from you: a warm hole.
The burning agony wracks your body, but you do not fight it, simply accepting the pain and humiliation. As my thrusts increase in speed and force, a bit of your blood helps lubricate the brutal penetration, although not by much.
"Yeah, you fucking faggot, take it..." I moan in vengeful pleasure, my heavy sac thumping against your thighs. The sensation is almost too much to bear, your anus clenching tightly on my girth, spasming in shock.
Suddenly you feel a sharp pain to the back of your neck, and you collapse onto the filthy concrete, wincing as my cock pops out of your anus. But I am not done; I lay on top of your belly-down form and jam it back into you, groaning with satisfaction and sick pleasure at your suffering.
You can no longer hold back the tears as I push your hips into the ground, your erection rubbing on garbage and concrete. What feels like a rotten banana peel grinds against the head of your cock, and you nearly vomit at the stench and pain.
I begin to near climax, and pumping into that buttery little asshole, and finally decide to make my move. While I promised you'd get out of this alive, I lied; you were dead before I started.
I grab your head and slam it into the concrete as hard as I can, breaking your neck instantly. Your body spasmed in a death agony, and the gripping of your anus on me makes me jet hot cum into your corpse with a laugh.
funny pic
E-PENIS LOL
Is slash on E?
He has an E-PENIS
TimeforplanB
Hey, nice job on the fanfiction, i fianally decided to read it and it turned out way better than i thought it would be, i now can't wait for the next chapter, keep up the good work.
SlashFirestorm
Glad you like it, heh. I'm writer's-blocking on 24, but it'll be done soon enough.