#SIGHI

[ekowasherelol]

Breakfast sandwich

[crazy-lazy-elder-sims]

I've been holding this in for too long for the fear of not making sense

But

I wanna look and dress exactly like G3 draculaura from MH but not in a normal "aw cute pink girly girl" way

But

In a non binary cute pink and black girly un identified non human creature type of way

[aztr0punk]

[OC] sometimes, i feel like life's rushing past while im stuck at a standstill

[howlingaround]

Some puss in boots last wish scribbles

For the lyfes of me i cant figure out how to draw the cheeky cheeks

[mejomonster]

Thank you again Silent Reading for pandering to me specifically as a demi ToT

[neonbreakor]

My laptop's gonna die and my charger just shit itself aasghadjak i wanna be online tho and mobile sucks

[kashilascorner]

Ok nevermind. I'll say it: you know those TikTok/reel videos of conventionally attractive muscular (white) guys that are making bread or muffins or whatever in like an allegedly suggestive way and it just looks like they are s*xually harassing the dough or whatever food they are making? They think they are doing what Be my druidess by Type 0 Negative is doing.

[slemul]

Iulian & Mădălina

[charliesinfern0]

hi um... send me asks? ,:)

[cookies-over-yonder]

lifs is pain i just wanna aaeat sugar

[edensxgarden]

Im a lando girlie through and through but MY GOD Charles has been looking so good lately. I dont know what is it about that man but hes so babygirl it's actually sick i need him criminally.

His sassy little attitude god imagine him after mouthing off during quali all pent up and a bit angry cos his lap time was all messed up by some loser "asleep at the wheel"

And when he gets like this his body gets all jittery and the only thing that helps him calm down is stuffing his big achey cock deep inside your nice, warm cunt.

When he was finallyyy back at the hotel hed just grab you by the waist and seat you down on his dick, not even a single word out of his pretty pink lips.

but he'd let out the prettiest sighy moan once he finally felt you squeeze around his cock for the first time. It was paradise to him <3

And all at once his eyes would roll back into his head and he could finally relax his muscles and just focus on how good his big, leaky cock feels inside of you

So much precum!!! like he'd literally be leaking so much especially if he wanted to stuff his head between your thighs before.

He could literally stay there for hours nose deep in your pussy!! And omg his pretty dick would literally be twitching and dripping but he wouldn't even care when you're saying his name so nicelyy

What really drives him insane is when you jerk him off. Just the sight of your hands that look so small around his big, fat cock is enough to make him cum in a second.

He'd try so hard to hold back from cumming because he just wants it to last forever but he ends up so desperate he's shaking and whimpering and whining because it just feels so so good :(

Some days when he's extra stressed he just wants to fuck his fat dick into you as if you were a little fleshlight.

He tries so hard to be nice and gentle with you but sometimes he just cant help himself!

Depending on the day, hes either so filthy, spitting the dirtiest filth to you while hes fucking his pretty dick into you so deep and hard you're actually fucked into a stupid drooling mess.

Or you can make him such a needy baby, his cock painfully hard and twitching for you. He'd be so ready to do anything for you. He just wants to please you so you can make him feel good :(

I NEED HIM SO BAD AAAAUWISIDODODO

[b-lairington]

somnophilia with mike schmidt

content: somno, creampies, using mike like a sex toy<3, borders on cnc but it's explicitly stated that mike asked for it, implied/ referenced use of prescription medication (sleep aid).

Mike is exhausted when he gets home.

He doesn't have the time to turn you around, bend you over, pull your panties down, and fuck you. As much as he wants to, work has him restless. He probably wouldn't last too long before his legs are giving up on him.

It doesn't take long to find an alternative method.

When Mike gets home, he's immediately thrown himself onto the bed, instantly knocked out. Excitement coursed through your veins as you finally got to do what you wanted, it was something you had both talked about a few nights ago, something he had practically begged for, something you were dying to finally try.

Mike was already snoring by the time you'd made it to his boxers, he soft dick was slowly hardening as you gave it a couple jerks. You could hear in his breath how pleasuring it was, with soft pants and occasional deep breaths. You spat on his cock, smearing your spit all over his shaft in order to lubricate it.

His tip was already a deeper shade of pink, cock pulsing in need of your pussy. You hovered over his dick, positioning the tip of his throbbing dick against your opening, you finally sink him into you. A long sighy moan leaves your throat, his cock fits so snugged in your cunt.

The thought of you using Mike's cock like your own personal fuck doll always turned him on, it's why he suggested this in the first place, but you didn't think you'd love it as much as he seemed to love this fantasy. The way your hips were already burning with how fast and hard you were fucking yourself on his dick. You knew it wouldn't take long before you reached your peak, and it didn't come until you felt something warm settle in you.

Mike's dick was shooting cum into your pussy, the feel of it was overwhelming to the point where you came, not long after, on his dick. You muffled your moans by biting down on your arm, eliciting a long whine.

By the end of it, your legs were sore and you had falling onto Mike's chest, hearing the fast pace in the beat of his heart.

As your eyes had wandered around, you noticed something familiar on the nightstand. It was a little bottle.

You smirked and giggled softly as you closed your eyes.

"You bastard."

[fanartlover1234]

SKIP

Y/n and Hook are dating but he has to make up for forgeting their anniversery

All day long Hook couldnt think of a rrason of why his sweet Y/n was off and kind of cold to him, her respones were short and she shyed away from his touch.

He decided maybe she just didnt feel like talking untill he walked to his room to find a little box on his bed with a little note that said 'happy one year' and he felt like driving a his hook through his head, how could he forget.

He opened the box to find a medalion in shape of heart and opening there was a picture of them both.

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"Im not ditching class with you" Y/n said trying to get away from her boyfriend not wanting to let him convince her as she was still hurt by yesterday.

She without noticing fell into a slower pace as her boyfriend slowly walked backwards infront of her trying to meet her eyes.

"Class happens everyday, this one doesnt?" He asked still trying to find his way into her gaze.

Y/n noticed he didnt have his hook with him so he must have left it in hurry, i mean he practicly ran to her.

"I cant fall behind" she said coming to a stop and finaly meeting his eyes.

Her eyes looked down when his hand rested on her hip, giving it a little squeeze.

"Ill help you study" he said and she rolled her eyes knowing his version of study when he pulls her on to his lap when she would try to memorize something, he smirked when he saw her expresion.

He smirked even harden when she lowered her gaze, shuffling from one leg to another, a thing she did when she got nervous under his gaze.

"I have a test soon" she mumbled a excuse even she didnt believe enymore.

Hook moved the hand on her hip to hrr waist and pulled her into an empty hallway.

"Ja-" she froze when on of his hamds fell under her jaw squeezing just a little to make her lips part as his other hand fell on her waist.

He kissed her softlt making her brain log as he pulled her close.

One kiss led to another and soon a little moan when he pushed his leg betweem hers and he squeezed her neck and he gasp letting his tounge dance in her mouth.

And when the sixth kiss came, James laughed when his sweet girlfriend jumped because of the bell for class.

"Great now im late" she mumbled.

"Well not that you are late anyways" he said playing with her hair and squeezing her hip as he smirked whem her eyes tried to avoid his, a ting she did after a kiss "you can come with me now"

"James" she said with a small pout he found very cute as her doe eyes looked at him a bit annoyed "im going to class"

"Love, please just come with me it will be worth your time" he said.

"Class is important to me"

"This is more important" he said taking a hold of her waist and draging her with him but when she still refused he picked her up bridal style to carry her there.

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What Hook had to show Y/n was truly nice, a picnik by the enchanted lake while watching the fairy blossoms open up for summer.

Hook had apologized for forgeting their 1 year but promised to never let it happen again no matter what.

Now Y/n was studying by her table catching up on astrology classes she missed, taking notes she borrowed from Bridget to copy.

Hook was laying on her bed, he'd be lying if he said his sweet Y/n studying wasnt a turn on.

"You said you will help me" Y/n said turning to see her boyfried only to quickly turn away and look at her notes at the sight of her boyfriend with no shirt.

Its not like she hasnt seen him shirtless before, they had fucked so she could never understand why she still grew shy at the sighy of it.

Hook chuckled as he leaned hisbhead to the side to see the sides of her cheeks a bit pink, his eyes trailing down to her thighs that were clenching together.

"I am"

"No you are not"

Hook got up walking over to where she sat placing both hands on the table at either side of her body.

"Fine. Let me help you now" he whispered and smirked seeing her legs start to rub together.

"With flashcards?"

"Later. For now" he said steping back and turing her chair around as he kneeled before her on one knee " id prefer if those pretty thighs clenched around me"

As those words left his lips, Y/ns face turned shades darker in red as her hands flew up to cover her face.

Y/n was never the one to admit she was horny or needed him, Hook just simply knew how to read her body language.

Hook got up reaching for her hands to pull them away so he could look her into eyes.

"No need to be embaressed darling" he said before kissing her " i got you" he said before his lips trailed down her neck.

His fingers slowly unbottoned her shirt before his lips latched to the top of her breast slowly going down to her skirt.

He lifted her up as he walked to the bed before his lips kissed her flods over her panties.

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Y/n floped down breathing hard, het legs giving out when Hook finaly pulled out of her.

His fingers ran up her pussy as he spread the folds and toyed with the clit a big more.

"James"

"Im making it up to you, just one more love" he said before sucking her clit before going up to kiss her as he pushed hia dick back unside bow going in a god like pace.

Y/n s eyes rolled back as Hook braught his finger to her mouth and she gladly sucked them while she was on her 8th orgasm this night.

When Hook felt the girls last orgasm he pushed his fingets down making her gag a bit.

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"Im sorry darling" Hook said again as he kissed the girls shoulder.

"Its okey"

Not my original idea, saw a post and loved it so gave it my twist.

Original idea belonhs to @giveityourworst and i love their work

[dearramiel]

Never Ends Good

✧ - Tired of being the one who gets cheated on, so enjoy this lol. ☆;Blowjobs/Oral sex, smut, cheating, cum swallowing, praise, l bombs, spit,

(Will Collage these Images Later) - I was Going to Turn This Into a Short Series, but I'll hold off unless someone sends an ask.

"You're such a good girl..." Eddie whispers, hand on your hair, petting you gently as your soft perked lips wrapped beautifully around his cock.

He was manspread on the couch, laying back lazily as his chest heaved up and down. Eyes half lidded, mirroring yours. His pants and boxers were tugged down to his mid thigh, your spit created a slick ring around his cock. He was so close, and not wanting you to pull away, he used his hand to push your head down, your mouth takes more of his size. Your gagging and muffled whines send shockwaves through Eddie's body, a groan erupted from his throat as he sinks further into the couch.

"Fuck-... Sweetheart.. I'm so close.." He moans quietly, throwing his head back onto the cushion. Your heart clenched as you felt the need to make sure he finished. You started to jerk his cock, kissing, licking, and sucking on the tip, before further sinking your mouth onto his dick.

His breathing was getting louder, his stomach dipped as he took in deeper breaths. He tried keeping his groans low until he couldn't anymore, he let out a long sighy moan when his cum finally started to overflow into your mouth. The salty taste sinks into your buds, and you happily take it all, not pulling off his cock until it is clean.

A sheen of your spit is still on it as you rested your head on his thigh, jaw aching, but you felt it was worth it. Eddie had soon pulled you onto his lap after he buttoned his pants back on, you were sat so prettily on his lap, face buried into his neck. It was a sweet moment, he planted soft kisses onto your face, mainly your forehead, before he laid a small peck on your lips.

"Fucking love you." He whispered, as he set you on his bed, he kissed you and wrapped you into a blanket as you soon felt dazed and sleepy.

"... love you too, Eds.." You whispered back.

A couple minutes after you fall asleep, the door opens.

"Hey, I'm back, sorry, the delivery guy got lost." A voice calls, laughing as she walked into the room.

It was your best friend, walking into her boyfriends room to find you asleep on his bed.

"She knock out so soon? It's only 8." She asked, a little giggly as she brought the food over to the small coffee table.

Eddie looked over at her, before looking at you.

"Yeah.."

[bossbtch1]

HI! I just wanna say I lovee ur stories, but I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader shadow play smut, with content.

I loved the other one u did... but I'm a sucker for smut 😭😌

Hey there! So, in the previous story, there's smut involved (dark story). But maybe the shadow play in the last scene isn't cutting it. No worries, here's another scenario for you! Thanks for the request, it's been a blast to write. It's weirdly amusing, I don't know why, but I hope you enjoy it! 😄

Summary : Loki sought revenge after you left him in prison, tormenting you with shadows and magic. Strangely, you found yourself caught between arousal and fear, oblivious to the fact that it was him all along.

Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

General tags : SMUT, 18+, Dark Fic

Trigger Warnings: Masturbating, Fingering, Dubious Consent, Magic

Words : 3.2k (shortest fic I've ever written lol)

A/N : Well, that shadow scene had us all on a chokehold, and, of course, I couldn't resist writing another one for it. Thank you @holabicth for the request once again!

The door closed behind Loki with a quiet thud. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Loki said, stepping towards the cell that was holding you. "A little mortal, lost in a big, bad world."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, not bothering to move from where you were sitting, cross-legged, against the wall. "You're one to talk." You retorted, raising an eyebrow at him. "Considering you're in the exact same predicament."

"Am I now?" Loki asked, raising his own eyebrow in response. He took another step closer to your cell, looking down at you. You were still sitting there, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised. "Because it seems to me, that if I wanted to, I could easily just-" Loki paused as he suddenly appeared inside of your cell, standing in front of you. "Leave."

You rolled your eyes again. "Yeah, yeah. Big deal. You can teleport. Congrats." You muttered, moving to stand up.

Loki put his foot out and kicked your shoulder, forcing you to stay sitting on the floor. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Loki asked, bending over slightly to look at you.

You turned your head to the side to glare up at him, and then brought your fist forward to hit him right in the groin. Loki gasped, taking a step back, and then groaned in pain, leaning forward slightly. You were surprised he didn’t see that coming or it was really him instead of some kind of projection.

"Yeah, I said you're a fucking dickhead." You snapped, using the wall to help you stand. Loki groaned in response, still doubled over in pain. You walked around him and stepped out of the cell, turning around to face him. "Have fun rotting away in there." You smirked, waving at him as the cell's walls started to close in around him.

Loki's head shot up as the walls moved closer. "No! Wait!" He shouted, but it was too late. The walls closed in on him, making him press up against the glass.

You sighed and shook your head, turning around to head for the elevator. "Y/N!" Loki shouted, his voice slightly muffled by the cell walls. "You can't leave me like this!"

"And why not?" You asked, not even bothering to turn around. You reached the elevator and stepped inside, pushing the button for the lobby.

"Because, if you leave me here, I'll die!" Loki shouted, his hands and face pressing against the glass.

"And why should that concern me?" You asked, pausing the doors from closing.

Loki groaned and banged on the glass, "You will pay for this!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," you muttered, rolling your eyes. "Bye! Have fun rotting away, dickhead!" With an almost nonchalant wave, you watched as the elevator doors slowly closed, leaving him alone in the dimly lit cell.

The dull hum of the descending elevator mingled with Loki's muffled protests, creating a haunting symphony of abandonment as you left him behind.

You were heading towards the door, ready to get out of this place, when you stopped. 'Should I really just leave him here?' You thought to yourself, sighing as you turned around. 'Oh, fuck it. Might as well make the most of this.'

Years after what happened you managed to escape from that prison, you were a free woman and no one could hold you back, even though they were trying. You had your freedom, and no one could take it away. You moved to a new country, changed your identity to make you unrecognizable and it worked. No one had recognized you.

Life was good, and started your life anew, forgetting all about your past. You were finally happy, and everything was going great.

But it felt surreal, you still could feel his hands on your body. You were starting to panic, wondering what was happening, you couldn't understand it. You didn't drink tonight, and you were sure you were sober when you went to bed, so this didn't make any sense.

One night when you were sleeping, you were dreaming of making out with a guy, his face was blurry so you didn't know who it was. His hands were touching all the right places, and you were getting into the moment, his lips felt amazing against yours. But then he was kissing your neck and you realized you could feel everything, the warmth of his tongue, the roughness of his stubble, the tickle of his breath.

His hand moved lower to your collarbone and down to your breast, and you were enjoying it. The guy seemed to know what he was doing, when suddenly, he squeezed a little harder, causing you to moan in surprise. It felt so real, that you were starting to think that you weren't dreaming, and that someone was in your room, touching you.

"Do you like that, Y/N?" The guy whispered and bit your earlobe making you shiver.

That made your eyes shot open and you sat up in shock. Looking around, you saw no one there. Your room was pitch black, except for a small ray of light coming from under the door. You must have been dreaming. But it felt so real. "Did I dream it or someone is really here?" You wondered, but couldn't find anything.

You looked down and saw that you were sweating and you could see your hardened nipples poking through your tank top. You saw your tank top was ridden up just like the guy did in your dream.

You pulled your shirt back down, and laid down again. The whole time you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was touching you. It felt surreal, you still could feel his hands on your body. You were starting to panic, wondering what was happening, you couldn't understand it. You didn't drink tonight, and you were sure you were sober when you went to bed, so this didn't make any sense.

Even though, you were panicking, your mind drifted to the man in your dream. How he knew your name, and how hot he sounded. You didn't understand how a dream could be so vivid and detailed.

You were getting turned on, the feeling of his lips on yours, and the way his hands were on your body. You didn't even know who this guy was, and you were already starting to masturbate. you felt embarrassed thinking about what you were dreaming about, and how wet you were. You didn't even know what time it was, but you felt like you needed to take care of yourself before you went back to sleep.

You started to slide your hands up and down your body, the feeling of his lips and stubble still lingering on your neck. You were so wet, the only thing that could satisfy right now was your fingers.

"Mmmm..." You moaned, as you imagined his face looking down at you, while his hands were touching you.

You were close to an orgasm, and you felt like you were going crazy. The pleasure felt unreal.

"Ohhhh... fuck," You whispered as you came.

You laid there for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath. You felt exhausted, but you couldn’t go back to sleep. You felt weird and confused, wondering what the hell was wrong with you. You shrugged it off, maybe it was nothing, and just got up from the bed, ready to start the day.

You didn't realize that this was only the beginning of the things that will happen, and that everything was only getting started.

"What a fucking asshole!" You grumbled angrily, kicking a trashcan, which sent the garbage flying. It didn't help that a group of kids were watching you and laughing at your anger.

"What did the trashcan ever do to you?" One kid asked, his friends giggling in the background. You turned your glare towards them, and the kids stopped laughing. They slowly backed away and ran off, not wanting to face your wrath.

You sighed and shook your head, turning back to the sidewalk. You were supposed to be at work, but you were late and had a pretty good excuse, a.k.a. the fact that some asshole had decided to break into your house and steal your car.

"Stupid car. Stupid, fucking asshole." You muttered, continuing to walk down the street. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." You groaned and shook your head, running your hands through your hair.

You stopped and looked at the building across the street. 'Maybe I can call someone to pick me up? Like my parents?' You thought to yourself, shaking your head and laughing. "They probably won't answer anyway. Because I’m dead to them.’ You muttered, sighing as you crossed the street, heading for the building.

At work, you were still mad about your car being stolen, and were wondering how long it would take for the police to notice and return it to you. You couldn’t focus on your job. "Y/N, get back to work!" Mr. D's stern voice cut through your thoughts, and you reluctantly tore your gaze away from the cereal box in your hands. Sighing heavily, you nodded in acknowledgment.

"Sorry, Mr. D. Won't happen again," you mumbled, mustering a forced smile.

It had been couple of days since your car got stolen and you hadn’t received any information from the police, making you taking the bus from getting and going off from work. You were always late because of the traffic and your boss wasn't happy that you were late, and even threatened to fire you if you were late again. It wasn't your fault though, but no one would listen. You were pissed off and wanted to punch someone.

Days had passed since the incident, and the absence of any information from the police gnawed at your patience. Forced to rely on buses to commute, you found yourself consistently late due to the unpredictability of traffic. Your boss, oblivious to your tardiness, had threatened to fire you if you were late again.

It wasn't your fault, you were a victim of circumstances beyond your control. The injustice of it all made your blood boil, and the temptation to vent your frustration physically lingered at the edges of your consciousness. Yet, you held back, knowing that punching someone wouldn't solve anything.

As you continued stacking cans on the shelves, the rhythm of your movements betrayed the underlying tension. Each clink of metal against metal mirrored the ticking clock, a constant reminder of the stolen moments and the stolen car that dangled over your daily existence.

Suddenly, you slammed a can onto the shelf, drawing the attention of everyone around. Some flinched, eyes turning towards you. "Sorry, sorry. Just having a rough day. No need to look at me like that." you apologized, and the customers resumed their activities.

Your daily routine had become a struggle since the loss of your car. Apologies became a routine, just like the late hours you now kept. Affording a new vehicle was out of the question. The bus stop was distant from your apartment, pushing you to discover a shortcut through a creepy alley a couple of days ago. You didn't trust the alley, but you had no choice, you a quicker route home.

So, there you were, standing outside the alley, contemplating if it was a good idea or not. It was scary and dark, and you didn't know what was in there. You gulped and stepped into the alley, deciding to just suck it up and go through. You didn't want to walk all the way to your apartment building, and this was faster.

"Fuck it" you muttered to yourself, you prepared taser gun and pepper spray, and slowly walked into the alley. You were tense, and felt your heart beat faster, but you told yourself that everything would be alright. The alley wasn't very long, so you were relieved, but that feeling quickly left when you heard a sound behind you.

Turning around, you saw only homeless people, nothing out of the ordinary. "Probably just rats or something," you thought, attempting to calm your nerves. The rest of the walk remained uneventful. As you exited the alley, you sighed in relief, continuing your journey towards the apartment building.

You walked through that alley a couple more times since that day, and nothing unusual ever happened, but today, you felt as if someone was watching you, so you decided to look behind you.

But no one was in sight, not even the homeless people. You found it a bit odd but decided to ignore it and focusing on getting home. "Probably imagining it, it's nothing." You muttered to yourself, as you kept walking faster.  You clenched your taser gun tightly, ready to use it in case something did happen.

You heard footsteps approaching but when you turned around there was no one. You froze, your breath caught in your throat. You clenched your taser gun, the only weapon you had with you, and quickened your pace.

You heard it again, it sounded closer, but still far away. You slowly turned around, trying to keep calm, but you couldn't. The noise started again, this time closer, and louder. You spun around, holding the gun up and ready to fire. But no one was there.

Suddenly you were being pulled back and slammed into the wall behind you, and then you were being choked. Your eyes widened as you struggled against the grip, your hands pulling at the hand around your neck.

Your hands were suddenly being stretched apart, the gun falling out of your grip and clattering to the ground. Your legs flailed, your lungs desperate for air, but the hand stayed firm. No one was there, you didn't know what was happening. You were scared, no one was there, you didn’t know who or what attacked you.

Your vision started to fade, and everything was starting to get darker and darker. Right before everything faded away, the grip on your throat was released. You were coughing and gasping for air. You were still bound against the wall, not knowing what was going on. You looked around, and saw no one, no one except shadows on the wall.

"Who are you?" You asked, your voice hoarse from the lack of air. There was no response, and you felt like someone was there, but you didn't see anyone. "This isn't funny!" You spoke to whoever or something. You didn't believe in ghost, never did. You didn't think you were going crazy. You just assumed it was just your mind playing tricks on you, making you hallucinate.

"Show yourself!" You growled, trying to act tough. Still no response. "Fuck off. Leave me alone!" You grumbled, and kicked the wall behind you, but your legs hit nothing. Your brows furrowed, and you were confused. But you could feel something restraining you, and it was solid. You tried moving again, but the invisible force held you tightly.

As realization dawned, you discerned the silhouette of a shadow adorned with menacing horns that clung to you. "What the fuck!" you exclaimed.

"To make you mine." A deep voice spoke, echoing throughout the alley. You felt shivers down your spine, and fear creeped its way inside of you. You didn't understand what was happening. Your breathing was ragged, and you felt yourself become panicked.

Then you felt something caressing your legs as if a hand was slowly travelling up the length of them. You tried to struggle but the bounds held you tight, you were completely powerless. Your breath hitched when you felt fingers brush against the skin between your thighs and up.

Your legs were being forced open, "Ah! What are you doing!?" You shouted, not knowing what was happening as a finger slowly rubbed against your pussy.

"Stop!" You shouted, still struggling against the binds. But the thing didn't listen and was suddenly rubbed your clit, your hips involuntarily jerked at the sensation, and a small moan escaped your mouth.

"W-What is happening?" You whimpered, the fear mixed with pleasure was overwhelming. Your head fell back against the wall and a louder moan left your lips, you wanted to stop it, but you couldn't, and it felt too good.

You tried to focus on anything but the sensations, and you heard someone whisper something, but you couldn't understand what was being said. You tried to listen, but it was useless. The hand between your legs slipped into your panties and started to rub at your folds. The pleasure was too intense, and you cried out, your whole body trembling.

"Fuck." You breathed, and tried to control your breathing, but it was hard. Your whole body was shaking, and your mind was blank. You couldn't believe you were getting turned on by being assaulted by an unknown entity, but you were. "No! Stop it!" You struggled, the thing didn't stop.

You felt the shadow enter you as if a finger inserted itself into you, "Ah!" You moaned, you could feel the finger moving inside you, thrusting in and out of you. "N-no, stop."

The finger kept going in and out of you, then another joined it, making you moan and gasp. Your moans filled the empty alley, the sound of your moans echoed off the walls, but the pleasure you were feeling was great.

Then the fingers were removed, and then a hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. You gasped and tried to pull the hand away, but the hand was unmovable. The finger kept going in and out of you, then another joined it, making you moan and gasp.

Fuck, why did a shadow could make you feel so good? The fingers kept moving in and out of you and a third joined, stretching you further. You were feeling too good, too aroused. You didn't even try to get away from it anymore. You couldn't believe you were turned on by a ghost or whatever this shadow-like creature.

"Yes! Yes! Ah!" You moaned. Your body felt hot, really hot. Your heart was racing, pounding against your chest, it was a good thing that no one could see you like this, getting fingered by a ghost.

You moaned again as the fingers thrusting in and out of you increased in speed, they were going fast. You wanted to scream, shout, moan, but you were only able to do one of them. "Yes! Ah! YES!" You screamed as your climax neared, "F-faster! Fuck me faster! Make me come!"

The fingers kept moving in and out of your dripping entrance and they increased their pace, fucking you faster and faster, your screams were louder.

"Yes! I'm cumming!" You screamed and arched your back as your orgasm hit, your juices ran down to your thighs, the fingers slowed down, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Then the fingers were gone, the sensation disappeared. The shadow finally released its grip, and you collapsed to the ground. You were left there, breathing hard, and confused. “What the fuck was that?” You talked to yourself.

While still trying to make sense of what just happened, you noticed two feet in front of you. Looking up, your eyes met Loki's. Suddenly, he seized your hair, compelling you to stand. "You!" you hissed, but he remained silent, his grip tightening.

A smirk played on his lips, and his eyes glowed with an unsettling green hue. Frustration and anger welled up within you as you attempted to retaliate, yet his hand held you firmly. "All this time, it was you, wasn't it? You were the one who assaulted me while I was sleeping, weren’t you?" you spat, your glare fixed on him.

He offered no response, only a sinister smirk, and then everything went black.

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