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More of rafe-reader-sarah please, love it đ
best friends brother Rafe is dear to my heart
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âOkay, so I had a-â sarah paused her story when she opened the back door, her eyes going to the three boys in the pool.
âWhat are you guys doing?â she asked them. âI told you she was coming over today, and I told you-â
âFar as Iâm concerned, my little sister doesnât run the fuckinâ house.â Rafe scoffed, his eyes going to you, eyeing you up and down. His friends laughed, sounding like screeching vultures
You had a bikini top, with short denim shorts on. You clearly had intentions to go in the pool.
âWe can⌠shareâŚ?â You suggested to Sarah when she continued to argue with him. âI donât mind.â Rafe shrugged, looking to his friends, who didnât seem to care too much.
âFine.â She sighed, putting her stuff down on the table nearby. You and her peeled off the rest of your regular clothes and down into your bathing suits, hopping into the water with with Rafe and his friends.
The whole time, Rafe glanced to you, watching as you both laughed and giggled over something, and sipped on a martini on the side.
âDude,â Kelce hit his arm, snapping him out of his daze momentarily.
âWhat?â
âYou even listening right now?â
âNot really, no.â
Kelce groaned And Rafe rolled his eyes. âCâmon, I got the hottest girl on the fuckinâ island in my pool right in front of me with her tits hanging out and you expect me to listen to your dumbass?â
âThatâs your sisters friend, thatâs fucked up, man.â His other friend mumbled.
âSo? You act like I care.â
âJesus.â Kelce mumbled, shaking his head to himself.
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terezi leaving to try to find vriska is one of the most emotional and impactful parts in homestuck to me even if it is a minor one that takes place at literally the very end. abandoning everyone and everything you know to try to save Her because the world isn't right without her. not being able to live in the universe you created because she isn't there. drifting aimlessly through an empty void and orbiting a black hole for years with no food is preferable to accepting that she might be lost forever. a girl who tried to build her persona on following logic and reasoning to form judgements, refusing to accept that vriska could be gone no matter how long she scours the empty shell of the afterlife. after everything they went through together, terezi went back to look for her, because to her there was no other option. i'm normal
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FRANCIS MOSSES 交ć ââ `` DARK CONTENTďšmonsterfucking. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis. handjob. no protection + preparation. overstimulation. âś IN WHICH you unknowingly let the wrong francis inside.
the prospect of you being firedâor worse, being put in a cellâwas incredibly likely. enthusiasm of the milkmanâs arrival being your final entry request for the day lead to your upcoming demise.
it shouldnât be on you, both the blame and responsibility. the given identity document had indistinguishable information, merely an artistâs mistake as you finally realize that his eyebrows were just a tad thicker. his eyes were a bit too lively for the real francis.
realization dawned on you a second too late as you feel cold, but strangely simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar hands grab you from behind. before you could reach the rotary phone to contact the D.D.D., he grabbed your wrist and spun your chair around to face him.
francis, or so you thought, had a gentle smile plastered on his face but you knew better to tell that his intentions were far from truly kind. âdonât tell me you were actually going to let them kill me,â your jaw tightened, gaze hardening into a glare. he chuckled, hands landing on the armrests, so dangerously close to yours that were balled in fists to prevent yourself from punching his face.
when you didnât respond, he continued. leaning in as he shook his head with a scoff, âaw, câmon. . .we both know that youâre too much of a good sweetheart, yeah? please donât try that again.â his saccharine voice was improbable, a subtle take of a threat behind his tone.
âyouâre gullible enough to think iâd do that for you.â the tension between you was palpable, a thin thread that threatened to break at the tip of his finger. his lips pouted, sadness in his untrue eyes. âme? but youâre the one who let me in here,â he laughed, tone rather arrogant, âand i should thank you for that.â
if he were the real francis, you probably would have been making out with him by now. this doppelgänger was awfully confident, you wish you could break him. see tears fall down to his round cheeks, lips trembling as pleas tumbled out of his pretty lips.
these thoughts were idiotic. but fuck, he was near enough to the milkman, the clueless neighbor who could care less about it all. âwant me to spare you? orââ you cut him off, lips connecting with his. francis was surprised, but welcomed it nonetheless. his hand came up to your neck, sliding towards your hair. groaning as he gently, almost experimentally, tugged at it. tongue met tongue, a clash of saliva and mess. you bit onto his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan.
âmmph, and here i thought you hated me.â he grinned, panting, âwhat gave you that idea?â you place a kiss on his chin, âbecause you tried to get rid of me, and the fact that. . .iâm not him.â grabbing his hips, he let out a yelp. he scrambled to hold onto your shoulders for dear life, gasping when he felt your teeth graze against his neck. âseems like iâve struck a nerve, huâhaah, fuck!â
a lewd moan had escaped him, your teeth sinking into his flesh. it was far from gentle, biting him like you wanted to see him bleed. he was simply a doppelgänger that you stupidly let in, after all.
the pink muscle settled in your mouth lapped at the bite, cueing francis to whimper at the sensation. he moved closer on your lap, grinding against your crotch. the action couldâve been mistaken for something relating to a dog; for he seemed like a bitch in heat. quite uncharacteristic for his kind. âyouâre pathetic, mosses.â
francis, beyond belief, was affected by the use of the stolen surname more than you anticipated. his hips trembled, âthatâs, haah, not my fault. you made me like this. fucking aâ ah! doppelgänger, really? theyâd surely coâ come for you next.â his cock twitched, spilling pre-cum that formed a wet patch on his boxers. you were a lowly human, another one to get rid of, so why does he feel this way?
silence was met with his words. not until you pull down his pants, taking off what was left until his lower half was bare to you. âoh yeah? youâre letting me fuck you,â your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, giving a single stroke, âyouâre not even trying to fight back against me, honey.â
he whined, beginning to selfishly rut into your palm. âwhat were you going to say?â francis doesnât respond and you twist your wrist, a cry slipping from him. you asked on a whim, wishing to hear what he planned besides allowing you to carry on with your life. âi-i donât know!â your thumb presses down on his slit, causing him to wrack his brain to remember. âah, ah, i meant to ask if you wa- want me to kill you right heâ hmmng!â his voice wobbled as if he was fearful, tears in his eyes and heâs suddenly ethereal.
âdo you still want to do that? to end my life?â
âno, no, please, i didnât mean it.â
you tease the vein that ran on his shaft, never failing to witness the face he makes when heâs within the depths of pleasure; of that high he never dared to reach. oh, if only if it was francis mosses. the real one, the one youâre so curious about, the one who your eyes like to linger on a bit too long for comfort. your pace picks up, palm slick with his pre-cum and the roomâs sinful with his sobs and arousal.
francis moans under his breath, âiâm cumming-!â he warns a second too late, hips bucking as the familiar fluid splatters across your fingers. the doppelgänger was your very own legendary mona lisa with how his face is painted with all shades of red.
when you swipe your thumb over his tip, he swore he had a glimpse of the deity he didnât have the conscience to worship.
beliefs were foolish; it was his opinion. with that, he thought you were the one insane. doppelgängers arenât flawed with such imperfections like humans are. he didnât need to be prepared for situations similar to this, and you used his inhumanity for your pleasure.
âughm, agh!â you had wordlessly given your cock a few pumps, no more than that before slipping inside of his tight hole. the tiniest beginning of guilt threatened to engulf you with shame, but why should you allow it? his mere purpose and intention was to murder.
his hole spasmed around you, freely welcoming the intrusion. maybe they were quite useful after all. he whined, his insides tingling with the stretch. the doppelgänger has never felt so full, or genuinely anything, for that matter. âpleaseâfuck, move already, damnit.â he, himself, was breathless.
how could you deny him?
your hands grasped his hips tightly, like you wanted to indent a marking into his flesh. cold emanated from your palms, contrasting to the heat licking at his cheeks. heâs lighter than youâd expect, hole gripping you as if he was a fleshlight. lifting him up, your tip was held onto. heavenly; as the way he wrapped around you was undeniably heavenly.
sensing his apparent impatience, you let him crash down on you. a broken gasp-of-a-moan occupied the air, globs of pre-cum building on his slit. âyeah, fuck me like that,â he breathed, instructions hazily clear to your sex-deprived brain. his ass slapped, slapped, slapped against you. shit, the D.D.D. surely ought to give you a punishment worse than death for this.
he clung onto you, both with his arms and entrance. you donât think you could really get enoughâas vague as this memory could get. your tip brushes against his prostate with each harsh thrust, slick sounds adding onto the cotton pressed into his little head, forming static and nothing else to focus on besides your cock pounding into him. âyouâre liking this- ahngm! right? like how good i feel? haa, needed your dick in me sâ bad. . .â
he pushed his hips forward, grinding on your cock as he purposely clenched. âthaaaatâs it, sweetheart. think âm gonna keep you.â
yeah, letâs hope your neighbors forgive you for indulging in him.
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smut w chris and goody 2 shoes reader who always acts so smart and innocent w people then acts like a brat to chris?
he gets sick of it and roughly fucks her into her place , caring less for her pleasure and using her just so she knows how much of a slut she is!
LESSON LEARNED
đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : brat tamer!chris x fem!reader
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: you get taught a lesson when you act like a brat in public.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: SMUT, swearing, spanking, humiliation, face fucking, dry humping, squirting, p in v, rough sex, degradation, a sprinkle of praising, overstimulation, unprotected sex (no bueno!)
đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 2,502
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤâđŹ đ§đ¨đđ: HAPPY KINKTOBER!!!
this is based off one of my blurbs from a while agođ
your reputation to others is excellent. youâre a nice girl, who is outgoing and will always follow directions or help whoever is in need. goody two shoes is what people mostly describe you as, which isnât that far off. however, when youâre with your significant other, your bratty side slips up.
âlet me go!â you tell chris like youâre a toddler, stomping your feet while he leads you to his bedroom. âiâm being serious!â
opening the door, he lets go of your wrist to have you lead inside, yelping when his palm smacks your ass to usher you more quickly before bending you over the edge of his computer desk. pouting your lips, you hear his heavy breathing as he forcibly pulls up your skirt. you know whatâs coming. your punishment.
your eyes start to well up, feeling the slightest bit bad that you acted like a brat in front of his friends, but youâre one of all things. âo-one.â you say between a sob when your boyfriendâs hand slaps your ass for the first time out of many to come tonight. you start spewing out apologies, wiggling in his grip thatâs pinned your hands behind your back. âiâm sorry, okay?â you admit, his hand spanking you once more. âi didnât mean to!â
âif you didnât mean to you wouldnât have done it in the first place.â chris snarls back, followed by another smack. âkeep counting,â he says through gritted teeth.
SPANK.
your cries echo throughout the room as he continues to punish your reddening bottom. each slap lands with accuracy, leaving its mark on your tender skin. your tears fall on your cheeks now, mixing with the stinging sensation. âseven... eight... nine!" you wail, your voice hoarse from yelling. your body shakes with each impact, trying to squirm away another time. again, no use.
his palm connects again, the force jolting you. the pain courses to your core, pussy throbbing in response with a mix of mercy and arousal. âten! i swear i wonât do it again!â you plea, desperate for at least some sympathy. alas, chris remains careless, his anger still fresh.
he acts like he didnât even hear your lame apology, his focus only on disciplining you for your actions. raising his hand high, he prepares himself for another smack against your now-colored rear. âeleven.â he says under his breath, starting to count for you. the sound of skin meeting skin chimes, along with your pained whimper. he pauses for a moment, letting you take a breath to let your punishment sink in â and thereâs no way out of it. then, without warning, his hand comes down again, striking your already sore ass with a vicious hit.
âtwelve.â chris states clearly, his tone lacking mercy. he continues this harsh pattern, each spank followed by a number. âthirteen... fourteen... fifteen...â the more he counts, the more you sob.
âsixteen⌠seventeen!â you take back your job, shouting after each brutal strike. your body trembles, feeling like every nerve is in pain. the heat from your bruised cheeks radiate down to your thighs and the folds of your pussy. despite being punished, you feel thrilling and excited all in one. âeighteen... nineteen... twenty!â you choke out, your voice barely audible over your heavy breathing. the tears keep streaming, skin shining from sweat.
by the time his hand falls for the twentieth time, your bottom is a crimson mess. the sting lingers, knowing itâll be that way for days. yet, youâve never been so turned on.
chris finally stops after the last spank, admiring his work. your ass is a beautiful shade of red, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. he can see the arousal glistening between your thighs, a clear visual of what this has been doing for you.
with a firm grip, he grabs your hair and pulls your head back, forcing you to look at him. his eyes stare into yours, filled with a mixture of anger and desire. âwhat a fucking brat.â he sneers, his other hand roughly groping your numbing ass cheek. he releases your hair, pushing himself off of you with so much force you fall to the ground, landing with a thud. from the impact, your butt stings even more.
curling into a ball, you wrap your arms in front of your legs and cry softly. âi-iâm sorry, chris.â you whine, voice shaking. the humiliation of being bent over and spanked like a naughty child, combined with the intense physical sensations, leaves you feeling vulnerable and exposed.
despite the pain, you can't ignore the ache between your legs. your cunt throbs with a need that itâs confusing. youâve never felt this way before, and it scares you.
chris watches you on the floor, a smirk playing on his lips. he knows exactly what's going through your mind. âget up.â he snaps, standing tall and towering over you. âand get on the bed; on your knees. now.â he waits, expecting a protest, but he doesnât receive one. that means itâs working.
once you're in position, he comes over, his cock already half hard. âif you're going to act like a brat, you'll learn how to get treated like one, too.â chris explains, running a hand through your hair. he unbuckles his jeans so they fall freely onto the floor, dick springing out right in front of you while gripping your hair and pushing his tip against your lips. âopen up.â
trembling, you part your lips, allowing chris to guide his thick cock past them. the taste of pre-cum fills your mouth as he thrusts deeper, hitting the back of your throat. âmmph.â you gag slightly around his length, eyes glossy. you donât pull away, of course. instead, you relax your jaw to accommodate him.
he sets a steady pace, fucking your face with elongated strokes. each snap of the hips sends vibrations through your head, making your nose pressed against his pelvis. your hands grasp at the sheets below, wanting to hold onto something since heâs in full domination. youâre uncomfortable, but your pussy continues to clench with need, juices dripping down your thighs. without thinking, you start humping the blanket to try and get friction on your clit like a bitch in heat.
groaning in satisfaction as he uses your mouth for his pleasure, he can feel your throat tighten around him, fighting to breathe around his girth. âthatâs it, take it all.â he grunts, holding your head in place as he ruts in and out of your stretched lips. âthis is what brats like you deserve.â
taking his free hand, he reaches down to cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. the sight of you, tear-streaked and submissive, only makes him want more. noticing your desperate humping, he chuckles deeply. âlook at you, getting off like a pretty little thing. you do enjoy this, don't you?â
you moan muffled around chrisâ cock as he continues to use your mouth, driving you wild. âmmph! mmph!â you manage to respond, nodding frantically at his question. your hips buck harder against the bed, chasing the friction your clit needs. your pussy clenches tightly, a clear substance gushing out to soak the bedding beneath you.
seeing you drench the sheets, he grins, knowing he's pushed you to ultimate submission. he speeds up his thrusts, fucking your face with more power. âyeah.â he grunts, watching you fall apart beneath him. âyou filthy slut. show me how much you love taking this dick like a good little whore.â
his words are degrading, but you enjoy the hell out of it. your mind goes blank, focusing on the feeling of his cock in your mouth and the desperate need pulsing between your thighs. sensing your climax, he pulls out abruptly, leaving you gasping for air and drooling. before you can recover, he flips you over onto your back and yanks your legs apart.
panting heavily, you stare up at chris in a daze, your body still shaking from the intensity of the previous actions. the sudden loss of his dick in your mouth leaves you feeling empty. you. want. more.
the exposing of your dripping cunt has his eyes widen, as if heâs a kid in a candy shop. âjesus, chris.â you whimper, feeling ashamed by how pathetic you seem right now. âplease.â youâre desperate, not even sure what you're begging for anymore. release? punishment? his harsh words? all you know is that youâre craving every bit of him.
chris takes in the sight of your exposed, fluttering hole, his horniness shooting straight to his dick. âyou want it?â he murmurs, his fingers tracing the swollen slit of your pussy. âyou want my cock inside you; stretching out every inch of this needy pussy?â
when youâre about to answer, he lines himself up and plows in deep, burying himself in one stroke. a guttural groan rips from his chest at the tightness gripping him. âholy shit, you were made for this.â chris exhales, each pump of his hips driving him impossibly deeper. âtaking my cock like the perfect slut you are.â
a sharp cry tickles your throat as he thrusts into you, the sudden stretch sending waves of pleasure and pain through your core. your nails dig into the sheets as he fucks you, each ruthless thrust hitting that sweet spot inside you and sending stars flying behind your eyelids. âyeah! oh, fuck, yeah!â you shout, your hips bucking fast to meet his brutal rhythm. âmaking me feel so good!â
the filthy words spill from your lips before itâs too late, fueled by the overwhelming pleasure youâre experiencing. youâve never felt so full. his cock is hard inside you, pounding repeatedly against your cervix with each stroke.
his eyes flash with possession as he rails into you, living for the way your cunt clenches around him, gripping him deep. his balls slap against your ass with every violent thrust, the lewd sound mixing with your wanton cries. âmhm, scream for me.â he says, angling his hips to hit your g-spot just right. âlet everyone hear what a cock sleeve you are for me.â
leaning down to your chest, he takes a nipple and swirls his tongue around it. his other hand snakes between your bodies to rub circles over your clit, wanting to push you over the edge. âcum on my cock, you filthy girl.â chris demands, his voice filled with lust.
each bite to your nipple sends sparks of ecstasy through your veins while his stimulation on your clit has you close to the brink of release. âoh god, oh god! iâm-iâm gonnaââ your words turn into incoherent babbling as the waves of your orgasm crash over you. your pussy clamps down viciously on his length, milking him as your body shakes and becomes limp beneath him.
the grip on your clit tightens, prolonging your pleasure as he chases his release. with a final, sharp thrust, he buries himself and cums inside you, filling your spasming cunt with his seed. his cock throbs with each string until he collapses on top of you, his weight pushing you further into the mattress. âfuck, that was amazing.â he pants, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. âand itâs all for me.â he whispers in your ear, referring to your body.
after a moment of silence, he pulls out with a wet pop. a trail of cum flows, painting your thighs with its sticky substance. he rolls off of you with a satisfied smile, but bites his lip when he spots his cum on you. âturn around and show me that pretty ass.â
âwhatââ youâre cut off when he guides you on your hands and knees, in the position he wants you in. his favorite; ass up with your pussy on full display. a shiver runs down your spine. it was silly to think you were getting off the hook that easy.
he shifts behind you, hands grasping your thighs as he aligns himself between your spread legs. one finger traces the marks he left earlier, your hips backing into him unknowingly. âso eager. tell me what you need, slut. beg for it.â he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance, letting you feel his growing erection.
chris waits patiently, your body practically calling his name to be filled again. he can see the desperation in the way you arch your back, presenting yourself even more. âyou know what to say.â he points out. âi want to hear those dirty words from your smart mouth.â
he delivers a sharp smack to one cheek, watching the flesh jiggle and flush pink under the force. he massages the sting away, waiting for you to give him what he wants. âplease, chris.â you pout, feeling embarrassed about how at this moment you canât live without his cock. âplease, fuck me again, baby. use me however you want.â it seems like you donât know who you are anymore. hours ago you were tough and mighty, but now youâre small and submissive.
pulling you back against him, he lines up his dick with your soaked sex. âthatâs it, princess.â he says, his breath hot against your ear. âswallowing my cock like the good girl i know.â
bullying himself inside of your used hole, your eyes roll back from being filled with him again. just as before, you wrap deliciously around him. he sets a quick pace, the sound of your bodies conjoining bouncing off of the walls. âyouâre still so tight.â he hisses.
your mouth falls open in a silent scream as he slams into you, the wideness spreading you open and hitting spots you didn't know existed. itâs almost too much, but you love it. âyes! yes! yes!â you cry out, meeting each of his powerful thrusts. âh-harder.â
the explicit sounds of your guysâ love making fill the air, conjoining with your moans and the slap of skin. you can feel another orgasm building, your walls fluttering wildly around his base. âdo-donât stop. don't ever stop.â you babble incoherently, lost in the trance of ecstasy. âiâm g-gonnaââ
feeling your gummy walls squeeze around him, chris is determined to bring you to release. âcum for me.â he insists, brunette strands sticking to his forehead. âcome on, give it to me.â
he can feel his own high approaching, his balls tightening as he nears. he holds back, wanting to put you before him. walls spasming, your moans become a higher pitch. âiâm cumming! fuck, iâmââ you donât finish your sentence when the familiar ring of white moves down his shaft. chris fills you up one more time shortly after, ropes of cum shooting into your womb.
exhausted is an understatement. you know damn well youâre going to be walking from side to side for days, possibly weeks. âi love you so fucking much.â he breathes from next to you, kissing your shoulder. you hum in response, shutting your eyes. if that didnât make you learn your lesson, you donât know what will.
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INTERVIEW 014
with. mike schmidt
includes. visual filming + auditory recording, GN!reader (mentions of lingerie but no explicit anatomy), begging, facials, oral (f and m receiving)
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mike schmidt has a thing for filming.
heâs obsessed with you, sometimes spending time in silence admiring you because he canât really believe that youâre his. heâs a bit of a loser (affectionate) and an outcast (self afflicted), so he thinks youâre out of his lead. which is why he likes to document your time together as much as he can.
he has a couple of old cameras, just a little under a decade older. they work perfectly fine though, and he always has to take a picture of you with his polaroid or film you for just a few seconds whenever youâre together.
most of the documented content is innocent. you dancing around the kitchen while you help prepare dinner for the three of you (abby is singing in the back of that one). you standing in front of the mirror fixing the final touches on your dallas cowboy cheerleader costume with an infectious grin on your face. you mumbling in your sleep while your head rests on mikes chest.
but a solid amount of the content is mature, hidden away on discs and polaroids and cassettes in a closed box tucked away in a messy corner of his closet.
this content is audio recordings of you begging for mike, your voice high and breathy. he remembers that night, your hands in his hair that was slightly too long at that point. he was between your legs, his mouth just inches away from where you were trying to get him. it felt good for him to have the upper hand in that moment, a cocky smile on his face as he started to bask in the newfound power. it was one of the first times he realized how much he affected you, and he instantly wanted to record it. what the two of you ended up producing was fifteen minutes of you pleading and moaning and borderline sobbing as mike got you off with his tongue.
thereâs a few discs, labeled with the date in either of your handwriting (mikes borderline scrawl and your neater script), housing content of mike fucking you slow, thrusts long and deep. heâs usually the one holding the camera, lenses at you as youâre on your knees with pretty doe eyes or above him bouncing and grinding with your eyes pinched closed. thereâs some times, though, when you take the camera from him, met with nearly no resistance because these are the hours where heâs limp to your delicious torture. when heâs so wound up that just the first few licks from you has his grip loosening around the object, allowing you turn the lens on him, capturing his rosy cheeks and curly hair sticking to his forehead and his brown eyes watching your every move.
then thereâs the polaroids, the only evidence that frequently makes voyages outside of the old shoe box whenever youâre apart. he has pictures of you with your hands over your face, but a smile clear beneath your palms. these were the ones taken first, before youâd gotten into the videos and cassettes. you were shy then, only giving the camera glimpses of your new lingerie set, which was usually the incentive for mike pulling the camera out in the first place. thereâs pictures from when youâd gotten more confident, thereâs photos of you post-sex, a loopy lopsided smile on your face, arms thrown over the parts that mattered but you were bare otherwise.
then thereâs the ones that are completely debauched. the ones he hesitates to take out in fear that heâll leave them lying around somewhere. his favorite of the small bunch is of you sitting on his bed, legs spread and bent at the knee, palms pressed into the mattress behind you. your pose itself is almost innocent, a grin on your face as you stare at the camera. youâre clothed too, for the most part, wearing underwear that covers what needs to be covered. but itâs the white spurts that paint your skin that makes this particular picture so raunchy. along your chest, in the center of your underwear, and â his favorite spot â all over your pretty little face, breaching into the baby hairs around your face.
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i wanna see the slytherin boys and a muggle reader who loves to crochet things for then and gift them crochet stuff âĄâĽď¸âĄ
SLYTHERIN GUY'S REACTION TO YOU CROCHETING THEM STUFF | â§âşă
Pairing : (Mattheo , Tom , Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco) x reader
Notes : lmao this one is actually kinda cute and very fluffy , tysm for the request and I hope you like it!! Each one is getting a different crochet stuff so yeah :)
Also if you can plz lmk which reaction y'all liked the most or which guy's part you like the most in whatever reaction you read on my blog so I can write in a similar way đ§¸đ§¸
Warnings : none coz this is pure fluff ><
MATTHEO RIDDLE
Bro is constantly annoying you and trying to get your attention while you crochet . He'd be trying all sorts of stuff like making funny faces or litteraly picking you up , but you'd scold him if you loose the thread and he'd look like a kicked puppy :) After you're done you'd hand him a scarf , similar to your house colors so that if he wears it outside it'll blend with the uniform .
He would be all like "i can't wear that out darling" And when you'd ask why he'd say that he's too manly to wear something cutesy like that and that he has an image to maintain . The next day you'd catch him wearing it while he smoked with his friends đşđť
TOM RIDDLE
Mr marvalo has no reaction whatsoever when you hand him the cute crocheted bunny . He'd just nod and put it in his pocket kissing your head . Doesn't utter a single word . He finds it ridiculous - ridiculously cute but he throws the thought as soon as it comes . He'd rather be called a Hufflepuff than admit that he finds something cute coz pfttt?!?
He's a smartass though so he'd make that bunny - a horcrux . It's the first thing you made by yourself and he loves it so dearly that he splits his soul for it , besides who are you kidding no one would suspect a crocheted bunny to be the dark lord's horcrux .
THEODORE NOTT
He has a greatt fashion sense (that's something for being an Italian man y'all ) and he absolutely . loves . when you crochet him stuff . You often make him sweaters and gloves and he proudly wears it , his style adding charm to your stuff .
He also boasts it to his friends . Believe it or not he'd kinda have a fashion show upon everyone's request . He'd have a blank face (his resting bitch face) while he walks a straight line towards the couch filled by his friends , showing off the knitted sweater pretending to be a model as you laugh with mattheo . Also makes you stand up at last for credits offcourse.
LORENZO BERKSHIRE
My guy is in absolute love with you and tries to engage in everything you do so when you gift him a crocheted bouquet , he firstly squeaks like a girl upon recieving it and then tries to make a bouquet for you aswell . Him trying to learn crochet is like a love letter to you .
But in the process of making it , he turns it into a competition đđ when he finshes making it and all your lovey dovey stuff is over he'd joke that his bouquet is better than yours ( it wasn't.) Also hattsoff to him because he bears all the teasing of his friends trying to make it for you . Pure gentlemen istg uggh
DRACO MALFOY
He doesn't like muggle things so he'd go blabbering about why you're doing it on your own when he can just sway a hand and it will be made by itself. ( So much for having a magic wand little boy đ) Would be grumbling and yapping for HOURS and would finally shut up when you shove his miniature crocheted version in his face .
He be sooo shocked , stuttering and fumbling with his words . Heart eyes for real . Would absolutely love it and he'd keep it with him all the time , he loves you and well his mini self aswell .
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could you do more caregiver rafe? i love how you write him <3 thank u
thank you!! im not too sure what u meant by this buttt I hope it was something like this!!! dad!Rafe is the loml. Iâm sorry this is short im in a writing slump rn and trying to get out of<3
nobody would have ever expected the rafe cameron to be such a softie for his family. The way he cared and loves his daughter was shocking to most of the Kildare residents who knew him.
He had changed his ways, he wasnât the old Rafe anymore.
you both were home, simply having a lazy day and lounging on the couch, your toddler yapping to Rafe while he sat with her, the tv glowing in the back and the audio buzzing on.
âOh yeah?â He raised his eyebrow, she looked at him and continued her rambling. âThatâs crazy, babe.â He said.
You smiled at their antics, losing all interest in the show playing on the tv screen as you watched them with all the love you think a person could have.
He had a smile of his own on his face as he looked down at her, an idea popping in his head. His hands moved, and he started to tickle her, interrupting her yapping and replacing the words into loud squeal and laughs, a large smile on her face as she tried to push him away with her tiny hands.
âDaddy, stop!!â She giggled out.
He mocked her words, making loud squeals of his own that made you quirk an eyebrow and laugh. He snapped his head up to you now, smile widening.
âOh, donât worry, mama, im getting you too!â You squealed when he went over to you, you laughing along with him, your daughter watching in pure delight as he tickled you now.
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BOYYYYY THE MILKMAN SMUT WAS SO GOOD. care for another one? i NEED to fuck the real francis mosses nowâŚiâm imagining the doppelgänger being jealous asf of him too ouuujhhhh
FRANCIS MOSSES 交ć ââ `` DARK CONTENTďšnonconsensual voyeurism. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis is watching, real one doesnât know it. dry humping. clothed sex. different timeline from prev fic. âś IN WHICH francis wants to be more than just a neighbor.
for who to blame, you donât permit yourself to think. francis, the lovely neighbor, is propped on your lap. poor man was flustered, sweat gathering on his skin like a coat. gullible; and so unaware. entirely dumb of the fact that his doppelgänger was gazing upon the scene through the crack of your bedroom door. you could almost imagine the creatureâs expression, twisted in envy.
your palms cupping his hips, which are erratically pressing themselves against you. chasing after the friction he craved during the in-betweenâs of his working hours, pent up frustrations translating into insatiable sexual desire.
âgosh, âm sorry... hnngh, needed to feel you against me.â his teeth grit with a whine, tucking his head to your shoulder. effectively obscuring his ever burning pit of shame which laid heavily in his gut.
supposedly, you were to help him of deliveries as a nobleânot only a doorman but as well aâcitizen. however, you were not put in a situation to complain whilst he clutched onto you as he switched to tantalizing grinds. âcouldnât wait anymore, hm?â
words a tease, he could feel himself losing track of the rhythm. sloppy and unexperienced; though not enough to be labeled as someone so pure from filth. âplease,â the doppelgängerâs eyebrows wrinkled with disgust at the actual francisâ plea.
âplease, i, mm,â and the milkman is at a loss for words.
the creature, despite his apparent hatred, palmed his cock within the confines of his pants. fuck, his tip was leaking with pre-cum that without a doubt painted his length in a creamy tone.
he was ablaze with jealousy while you got your dick wet with the one whose identity he attempted to steal. âsay it.â the commanding quality of your voice left no room for objections that even he felt the obligation to speak his thoughts.
âcan- can i take off your pants? i want you inside me..â what a darling francis mosses was.
a humming released from your sealed lips; he waits. ânot completely,â heâs confused until you pull the zipper, freeing your cock from the side and his shyness returns. âbetter?â
francis nods, cheeks warmed at the scenery. the doppelgänger despised that. âiâm ready, did it myself this morning.â he sheepishly mumbles, releasing himself of his lower garments. âdid you plan this?â
itâs taken as an accusation. âno!â couldâve been an exclaim if he wasnât so breathless in effort of aligning his hole to your tip, âbut iâve... imagined it, you know. keep myself awake toâ oh fuck.â
an inch, then a second, and now youâre void of a clue. rewarding yourself with the relief of triumph of the theory that he would feel a lot better than the copy; he is.
if you were to say that aloud, youâre sure the targeted one would be angry enough to keep you from finding your release.
francisâ thighs lay atop of yours, warming your cock with his sensitive walls. he tries to lift himself up, only to realize he was incapable. energy spent due to the earlier attempts. you are met with a whimper, a look in his eye, and the trembling of his lips.
the other tenants are certain to file a complaint.
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đŤđŹđ¨đťđŻđŽđ¨đşđ´.đŞđśđ´ âGHOST, KĂNIG
ghost x fem!reader x kĂśnig || WC: 3,852
đ¤ SYNOPSIS. the dark web was a place every sane person stayed away from. too many horror stories and dark content that barely a few dared to venture in. but youâd rather not be anywhere else than in the hands of two masked strangersâŚ
đ¤ WARNINGS. dubcon, kidnapping, drugging, sadism, voyeurism, bondage (blindfolding, ropes, torture), sex toys, livestream sex, manhandling, exhibitionism, forced creampie, mind break, double penetration, mask kink, impact play.
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[HAUNTED HOUSE ANNOUNCER] You are now entering the Deathgasm live venue. This haunted house attraction depicts scenes of violence, intense loud audio, special effects, and content warnings posted. For a fun and safe experience, please follow our code of conduct: no touching live performers and decorations, no flash photography, and no eating. Do not block passageways, or this will result in expulsion. Smoking and drinking are permitted for our haunted houses only. We hope you enjoy.
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The last time you ever saw broad daylight was ripped apart before your eyes.
It was just a relaxing morning stroll. You were always, always aware of your surroundings, especially during the night. But you shouldnât have underestimated what happens in the day. Things became unsettling when you noticed a white van lurking in your peripheral vision, feeling your skin crawl and your body tense up with paranoia when the doors opened.
At first, you thought you were overthinking about it. Stop being so fucking paranoid, you scolded to yourself. Maybe theyâre just contractors or something. Nothing sketchy at all.
You just kept walking that day continuing to embrace the warmth of the sun, sometimes looking over your shoulders just to be sure. But that unsettling, turmoil gut-feeling just couldnât go away. As if you really were being followed. As if that van parked all the way out here for you.
âQuickly.â
It wasnât until in just half a heartbeat, a brawny, masked man clung his arm around you, rendering you motionless as he presses a cloth over your nose and your mouth. With all your strength you tried to fight back and escape his grasp but your struggle was to no avail. Your screams were muffled and your vision grew hazy, causing your eyes to flutter as your numb body was pulled backwards, backwards, and backwards... And that was when your world was swallowed away by darkness.
âShh, shh⌠We got you now. Weâll be taking care of you now...â
ââŚTold you sheâd be easy, Ghost. Weâll have her all to ourselvesâŚâ
On that sinister day, you were the one with the shiny price tag. A beautiful woman walking all alone near a remote area, suddenly kidnapped by two masked men in a white van who had special, ominous plans for you. You could hear their conversations reverberating in your head, trying to register what the hell even happened. With your body temporarily limp and weakened, you could still feel the sensation of their caresses all over you.
Usually kidnappers would be so aggressive handling their female victims. At least, in the movies youâve seen. The men would rush and scamper out of impatience and impulse as they tie their victims up, desperate to get down to business like it was their last meal on Earth. And even though your brain was foggy, you could register that you were being downed by a drug and abducted. Yet, it all felt⌠oddly tantalizing.
There was no rush. No sign of impulse nor rough treatment from these mysterious masked men. Instead of this predator-prey dynamic, instead of fear and terror seizing every fiber of your being, the men handled your motionless body like having a cupped hand of water, that not a drop would enter gravity's pull. In the back of a van, you laid on a blanket as gloved hands roamed about your skin, your waist, your face, your thighs⌠The men cut off your clothes with scissors, ever so gently trying not to hurt you. With your hazy eyes drifting side to side, you caught glimpse of one of them holding rope and the other holding your arms above your head.
âLook at her. So fucking cute when sheâs all spaced out like thatâŚâ
âSheâs so obedient for us already. Youâre gonna be a perfect little pornstar for us, arenât yaâ?â
âŚPornstar?
Before you knew it, your heavy eyes started to sulk. You were slowing down while the world around blurred, completely losing your coherence as the masked men moved you around like a lifeless doll. You couldnât stop sighing, babbling nonsense, and whimpering when their large hands just couldnât keep off of you, hanging your wrists on some metal hook attached to the vanâs ceiling so they could caress your body. Your numb legs were then spread open, revealing the soaked fabric of your panties that you heard one of them coo in your ears. You whined when one of them slid their hand down to toy with your slit, aching and so swollen, out of your own fear and arousal. It was futile to even try and close your legs from this violation, yet the heat pooling in between was saying otherwiseâŚ
âFuck, sheâs already so wet just by being tied up. Makes me wanna take her here right now.â
ââŚWe have to go now, KĂśnig. Just keep playing with her clit until she falls asleepâŚâ
The anticipation from such a forbidden desire worsened the ache in your cunt. At this fleeting moment you didnât know what exactly you wanted anymore; how to choose what was good or what was bad for you. Your foggy brain couldnât even articulate anything except this writhing sensation, this urge to submit yourself and melt onto the manâs chest just to let him use you. Encircling his fingers on your throbbing clit that you were bashfully moaning and whining, knowing that they were getting off to a pathetic, brainless, helpless woman whoâs good for nothing but a fuckâŚ
It was too bad that before you could even build up your orgasm, you were already passed outâŚ
â⌠And weâre live. Wake her up.â
You had no idea how long youâve been out. At least your coherence was starting to gauge, but your body was still weakened and frail from the drug. You struggled to open your debilitated eyes, vision hazy and blurry as if you hit your head. And when you tried to move, your wrists were still bound above your head.
Your breathing grew rapid, eyes darting every corner as you were scanning the new environment. Tied in a darkened room with red lighting, followed by a camera on a tripod right in front of you. Your mind immediately thought of this setup as a sex dungeon, hence the chains on the walls and a bed neatly made behind you. Recalling what had happened earlier, you tried to look for the men in masks, creating noises by dangling the metal hook above you and whimpering to let them know youâre awake. But as far as you could tell, you couldnât make out any other presence lingering in the roomâŚ
Your heart was a pounding loud drum in your chest. Panic scorches in your brain, but your touch-starved body betrays your inhibitions⌠You were completely naked, exposing yourself in front of the camera. In your mouth, a red ball gag pooling with drool that dripped down to your stomach and on the floor. Your legs were free from the rope, however, you were on your tippie toesâ the rope holding your wrists were too high that it was a struggle to relax them or youâd injure yourself. Dangling on rope, gagging and drooling on a ball, naked in front of a camera that you assumed to be recording already⌠how much more lewd could this be?
A gloved hand emerging from the shadows makes you flinch as it caresses you from behind. Your skin tingled when you felt the manâs body heat transmit onto your back, hearing him breathe deeply. You were able to study him up closeâ an alluring, mysterious man wearing a balaclava with a skull design, recalling him being called âGhost.â Another pair of gloved hands greet you by massaging your breasts, your body immediately succumbing to this white-hot wave of sensation, desperate to be handled like this that more heat pooled between your legs. You turn your head and meet his gaze; piercing, forest green eyes and a draped mask, the other man with the German accent known as âKĂśnig.â
âYouâre not gonna struggle and try to resist us, are you?â Ghost teased, his voice so intoxicating than any alcohol youâve ever consumed. He had this husky, sultry British accent; something youâve never expected coming from a stranger like him. It only turned you on more.
You shake your head at him meekly, replying with a faint moan when he suddenly grips your ass. Ghost immediately catches the doe-eyes you gave him, the right kind of heat and lust pooling in your eyes. This was all so, so wrong⌠to be abducted and chained in the dark, to be turned on by strangers in tactical gear who drugged you and had sinister plans for you⌠But yet, you couldnât fight this brain-fazing sensation from the anticipation quivering inside, wondering what was going to happen to you as you were in the hands of these men. And your aching cunt couldnât stop furtively pounding and throbbing, having to hold back a whimper from how needy and slutty you really were...
âGood girl,â Ghost praised as he held your face with one hand. âTonight, everything we do to you is gonna be livestreamed. Youâre not here just to please usâ youâll have to please our audience, too. You like being shown off, pretty girl?â
âMhm.â You nodded like you were already made for this, allowing what your body was secretly ravenous for. A little enthusiasm, but also bashfulnessâ the epitome of submission. Perhaps deep down, you adored being showed off; basking in the limelight of being a free use in front of thousands of strangersâŚ
KĂśnigâs hand slithers down your back and onto your ass, yelping when he spanked it so abruptly that it left a throbbing sting. Your back involuntarily arched and when his fingers just fit right in between your thighs, chafing your swollen, wet cunt that it was hard holding back your pathetic whines and moans.
âGetting off to this already?â he coaxed, now increasing the speed of his fingers teasing your folds that you threw your head back on his shoulder. Immediately writhing on his fingers playing with your swollen clit, unable to respond properly when Ghost wrapped his hand around your throat.
âThey wanna hear you scream,â Ghost muttered into your ears, slightly smirking under his mask. âYou canât be enjoying all this without a little bit of pain.â
As much as you wanted to resist, you couldnât. The panic and anticipation spiraled into shameless arousal. Without warning, KĂśnig eased two of his fingers knuckles deep inside your wet cunt so easily, thrusting insanely fast that your eyes fell half-lidded, convulsing around his fingers hitting that spot that made you squirm. Shamelessly spreading your legs as Ghost kept playing with your tits, squeezing both of your nipples so tight that your loud squeal reverberated off the walls of the room.
That mix of pleasure and pain; youâd be lying to yourself if you truly enjoyed it⌠It was torturous, it was too brutal to endure, but your skin was flashing hotter than ever, your clit throbbing erratically with a heartbeat of its own. KĂśnig felt his cock stirring in his suit, getting off to your helpless state that he thrusted his fingers so hard, curling them to abuse your g-spot. Denying your own orgasm was painfully inevitable. The two men could see it pooling in your eyes like it was unobtainable, watching your body constantly squirming under their touches.
âYou think she deserves to come?â taunted Ghost.
âWeâll make her come as many times as she can. Even if she canât handle it.â You could feel KĂśnigâs other hand slithering down to your inner thigh as if he was about to grab it, leaning in to whisper in your ear, âAnd weâre not gonna fucking stop no matter how many times you beg. Youâre our little fucktoy now and youâre gonna be treated just like one.â
Lust speared through you from their words. The men were unpredictable in their own sinister ways; it caught you off guard from the way KĂśnig abruptly lifted your left leg and held it in the air as Ghost takes a vibrator onto your clit. Fingers still fucking into your cunt and your sensitive clit getting overstimulated had you yanking the rope, your body writhing and squirming that they tell you to âshut the fuck up and take it,â and forced you in place. Electric sensations skyrocket through you before you could even register it all, your glossy eyes welling with tears and your face all ravished and wanton beyond comprehension.
Never have you been so turned on you couldnât see straight. It was a fleeting second after you realize your orgasm had already washed over you, your hips stuttering like a riptide from this delirious torment. Knowing that there were thousands of strangers getting off to this, getting off to a helpless slut tied up and tortured by masked men that canât do anything except enjoy it, you basked in it. Forced multiple orgasms, stinging pain, lewd noises, and loud screams⌠this was all related to the dark web youâve been hearing recently.
After collecting yourself, a wave of clarity hit you so suddenly that things were starting to make sense. There were recent kidnappings of women who were found later on a livestream website called Deathgasm.com, where numerous videos of gangbangs with these women and masked men in tactical gear are recorded live. They take place in either the back of a van or in a dark room, which viewers assume as a sex dungeon.
You couldnât hold back anymore. As sick and twisted this was, your body couldnât help but succumb to this indescribable feeling of pleasure and torture. There were even times out of curiosity youâd search the site and realize how attractive the men in masks and tactical gear are. Toying and playing with a tied up woman who also secretly succumb to this, their quivering fear and terror surrendering into arousal and tantalization. Having no choice but to orgasm over and over even though itâs too much, looking into the menâs faces with lingering dark anonymity and their brawny, large bodies looming over them just to fulfil their filthy, dark plans. And you would not trade this for anything in the world.
Perhaps you adored being showed off. Basking in the limelight of being used like a fucktoy and watched by strangers online that are fucked up in the head, like an exhibitionist. Or maybe youâve been brainwashed to even think this wayâ maybe you just have little, fucked up fantasies of your own... It didnât even matter anymore; your thoughts became mush when Ghost and KĂśnig suspended you up in the air this time, your wrists and ankles bound behind you with your legs also tied apart. The gag was finally off but a blindfold had covered your eyes, not being able to tell whoâs who and what the men plan to do to you now.
You were already a mess; strings of saliva and drool hanging off your chin that dripped onto KĂśnigâs cock, slowly easing it in your widened mouth. It was Ghostâs turn to play with your pussy and ass, moaning and yelping when he spanked your cheeks so harshly. Nothing could compare to this amount of excitement pounding in your pussy, practically whining on Konigâs fat cock in your mouth as Ghost kept teasing you.
To describe the comments in the live chat as obscene is an understatementâ the men were greedy, ravenous, filthy. Shamelessly admitting their own raunchy, fucked up scenarios with you tied up like that. Degrading you like a worthless whore, admiring your body and pussy thatâs good for fucking, or sending money to get Ghost and KĂśnig to fulfill their requests:
[ $20 ] both of you fuck her pussy and ass at the same time. stretch out that tight asshole
[ $25 ] carve the word âslutâ on her thigh i want that bitch bloody and screaming in pain
[ $22 ] make her squirt i wanna see that pussy juice all over the camera lens
And though you couldnât read the comments or see the camera, you just indulged into this and presented yourself as a horny, free-use slut thatâs made for fucking. You can feel Ghostâs cockhead brushing the folds of your cunt, coating it with your juices. KĂśnig thrusted his cock straight inside your throat that it was too much for you to handle, gagging and moaning pathetically as Ghost kept teasing you it felt like utter torture. But that blissful feeling blossoming in your stomach was saying otherwiseâŚ
You were so desperate for more friction; Ghost took sick pleasure in seeing you like this, writhing and bucking your hips for him to slide inside your cunt already. When he finally eased his cock so deep, you were given no warning as he pounded so hard and rough into you. The sensation of your cunt getting stretched out from his size, grabbing your hips and pulling you back and forth on his cock... You were a wrecked mess already; your face streaked with tears, your chin dripping with drool, and your skin all slick and sweaty. The thought of being reduced to a free use fuck-slut that thrives off from only cock and orgasms as you were suspended mid-air⌠you could no longer think for yourself anymore.
âLook at you. Getting all dumb and brainless over our cocks,â Ghost cooed, harshly spanking your ass. âYou like being our little pornstar? Knowing that a bunch of strangers online jerk off to you being used like this?â
Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as the men kept pounding and thrusting, hearing KĂśnig pant heavily and Ghost grunt when you kept squeezing ever so tightly around him. In just a minute, another orgasm. But that didnât stop Ghost mercilessly pounding into you like an animal gone wild and KĂśnig fucking your throat so relentlessly. Your screams and moans form into gags urging out, drips of precum and drool seeping on your chin that KĂśnig smeared all over your glossy face. The more they sensed that you were taking pleasure from all this, the more brutal they were with you.
It felt like you were in the air for hours as the men switched around and took turns. Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, some left on your ass and some dripping onto the floor. Even when they werenât inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. You still couldnât see anything and you were still bound. It wasnât until your eyes started feeling heavy again and your body fell numb; the men didnât like that.
âWe didnât say you could fucking sleep,â KĂśnig chided as he harshly grabbed your face and slipped off the blindfold.
âThat drug is still hitting you, huh?â teased Ghost as he messing around with the ropes that held you in the air. âFor that, weâll make her do the work this time. Untie her and get her on top of me on the bed so sheâll ride me. Leave her arms tied only.â
You couldnât protest, for your words started to slur and your mouth was only used for moaning pathetically. Once KĂśnig brought you down from the air, he shoved you onto the bed, holding your legs in the air as Ghost laid underneath you. There was another camera facing the bed that you noticed, the light burning into your retinas as you stare into it. Although you were half awake, a weak smile stretches on your lips, wanting to the viewers know how prideful you were of this and how good Ghost and KĂśnig make you feel.
When Ghost slowly settled inside your ass, youâve felt a stirring sensation in your stomach. Never have you thought about losing your anal virginity so soon, but it had you throwing your head back and whining. He had the ball gag from before in his hands and wrapped it back around your opened mouth, telling you to keep staring into the camera and ride him like the dirty, messy slut that you are. With your feet on the bed and your legs spread, you slowly settle down on his cock, eyebrows furrowed and your body contorting from how intense it all felt.
You knew that you didnât wanna go painfully slow; you wanted Ghost to feel good as well. To the point where heâd finally hold your hips in the air and fuck his cock into your ass and KĂśnig can finally slide himself in your pussy, overstimulating you so greatly. It was hard to keep balance with your hands bound behind your back and your staggering strength. But you kept telling yourself that this was all that you wanted, grinding your hips and bouncing your ass up and down, emitting juddering grunts from Ghost.
âKeep your legs spread open for me,â KĂśnig ordered. âShow to the camera how good you take two cocks inside of you.â
Before you knew it, you were sandwiched between the two masked men, filling your holes and stuffing you harshly. Sitting on Ghostâs cock as your legs were wide open, letting them both pound into you⌠You lost the feeling of stability in your entire body, your inhibition being taken over by the desperate sensation of cock. It broke your mind, but that was what you craved for. It was pure euphoria, rapturing you in a burning enticement that you were bound in. Nearly knocked out of air, your vision becomes hazy as Ghost and KĂśnig fucks you through your third orgasm, past the point where you're crying two octaves higher than you're used to.
such a hot fucking slut taking both dicks
i wish i could fuck her cunt and put that dumb bitch in her place
how many times did she come already đ
You enjoyed it. You enjoyed it all. The mind-wrecking, the overstimulation, the humiliation, the pain, the thought of being watched and masturbated to by perverts⌠It felt as if your life had been reformed. You were now a slutty whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass stinging and throbbing from being slapped multiple times, and both of your holes stretched and aching from how deep and rough they fucked you out. All those sensitive, velvet tissues that should never see the light of day, for they were property of Ghost and KĂśnig only. Your poor cunt couldnât stop flexing over nothing, yearning for that feeling of fullness again.
The next few hours after you were done being used, you were tied up in a strappado position with a vibrating dildo tied to your cunt. Left alone in the dark with the camera still on and recording, still blindfolded and gagged. Forced orgasms over and over, stranded like this throughout the rest of your days and nights until they felt like using you again. From what Ghost told you, the viewers seemed to favor you. They wanted to see more of you on Deathgasm, never to return to your old life and remain a free-use.
âNext time, Iâll make it hurt real good for you,â he forewarned before. âThey can watch and cum as many times as they please, but you⌠You only cum for me now.â
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