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simp-ly-writes · 1 month ago

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Spencer x reader where reader is in art department but loves entertainment and is really funny, so is always backstage with Spencer making jokes that end up making the rest of the cast and fans laugh. Bonus points if in videos where Amanda flirts with Spencer (for example, Krungle Darts video) she makes a comment abt not liking “that girl who’s just always hanging on your arm!” And it fuels shipping, maybe at the end the camera turns and they finally kiss and then giggle?? Also maybe partial social media au bc u know I eat that upppp

Hard-Launching

─────── · · A Smosh FanFic

Pairing: Spencer "Chosen" Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, slight jealous! and protective!chosen, fluff, light swearing, confessions, cheesy, attempt at humour, social media au (near the end).

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,392

─ · · A/N: I switched a few things up but I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for the asks 🥰

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You were the newest edition to the art department at Smosh having been "stolen" from the Good Mythical Morning Team. It was a bittersweet placement, sure you love building the sets and props and seeing them used within the videos, especially the big production live streams. Yet you studied acting and improv in college, a part of you dying to return to work in front of camera rather than behind.

But you enjoyed the privacy it gave you and of course your relationship with Spencer. Not having to worry over crazy fans coming over and stalking you both yet still being able to share pictures with friends and family freely. But every now and then you would get tastes of being back in front of camera, making comments or faces during the "guess which employee" styled videos or specials yet those came few and far between what you had been craving. But luck would have you on a late Friday afternoon, it was the last production of the week to be filmed and it was a livestream. Your manager had been pulled away putting you in charge of handing the props and quick changes to the crew members.

There was nothing funnier than switching someone out of a poorly designed Taylor Swift outfit and into a gorilla costume the next. Or throwing literal banana peels at Mario and Peach. You smiled watching your boyfriend Spencer in his Chosen outfit threaten princess peach, chasing Shayne around the set as they hid their darts from one another before the filming crew called for intermission and long and behold, the inciting incident.

Spencer came off camera, albeit a little sweaty as you handed out small face cloths, the hospitality team throwing orange slices and water bottles, "its like a kids soccer sunday game, out here..." you mentioned in a dry tone to Spencer as he laughed in your ear, pulling you in for a side hug as you shrunk into yourself.

"Ew, what the hell, get your sweaty self away from me, basement dweller," you retorted, playfully shoving him off you as Spencer pouted in your face then you pulled him back into a hug, rocking back and forth, Spencer places a kiss on your forehead before another member of crew came running over, separating you both and searching for Spencers mic pack.

"Something wrong?" Spencer asked, looking around the set, his inner director coming out as he looked for Courtney who was producing this video to see if she was alright. Yet everything seemed rather chill on set as you both looked at one another in confusion and nodded along to the staff member, "your mic was just left on, chats going crazy over it."

You both walked over to where Courtney was seated, observing both the chat and set, now peering over her shoulder as hundreds of messages flooded up the screen, you barely managed to read a few before you attention was being caught by another...

USERNAME04 Who was that, bring them on they are funny as!!! USERNAME23 are you holding another spencer from us again??? How dare you! /pos

USERNAME27 I KNEW SPENCER WAS SEEING SOMEONE

USERNAME99 DRY HUMOR, IAN IS THAT YOU?

USERNAME02 Girlfriend reveal, please we are begging you!!!

USERNAME76 A new player has entered the arena??

USERNAME88 Nope you have teased us with new content, you have to show us NOW!!!

A sudden rush of a thousand emotions was coursing through you as Spencer pulled you in for one last hug before running back on set, his cheeks a bit pink as he tugged down his sunglasses and gave you a wink as you stood behind the camera and sent him a playful wave back before everyone got back into line and character.

Amanda leaned down, tapping Spencer on the shoulder as the Chosen slowly turned around, hand on katana. "What do you want Mario?"

"Whos-a that 'friend' on your arm? I think-a they would like-a me more than someone like you!" Amanda replied back in a horridly fake Italian accent as you choked back a laugh watching as Spencers shoulders tensed up to his chin and emitting a loud sigh of frustration and chat erupted once more, the computer struggling to keep up with the flood of messages.

USERNAME73 new lore new lore new lore USERNAME90 wtf did i miss???

USERNAME14 I SHIP IT

USERNAME16 Jealous!chosen? In what dimension have we entered? USERNAME40 fight! fight! fight! fight! USERNAME14 Anyone else ship this thruple? USERNAME30 You can't hide it anymore now!!

Your cheeks were now very much warm as you and Spencer looked at one another and then at Amanda, wondering how this should continue. Amanda waved you over wildly with her huge white-gloved covered hands as you looked at Courtney who gave you a wide smile in permission.

Taking a cautious step, then one and then two before Spencer- wait Chosen was dragging you beside him to stand in front of Mario. "So do you want to repeat what you just asked me?" The Chosen asked, looking intently at Mario with furrowed bros as you smiled brightly, land latched onto Spencers forearm.

"I say-a I like-a your 'friend' here, what do ya say? me and you?" Mario asks, leaning in closer to your face as Chosen pulls you back slightly, taking a step forwards as you slide your hand down his arm and link your hands together. "I think I'll stay with who I've got," you speak into Amandas microphone before she takes a dramatic huff and step back before crying into Peach's shoulder as you choke back a laugh.

You smile seeing Spencers ears go slightly pink before looking over at the cameras and crew as Courtney flails two thumbs up excitedly. You can feel your phone in your back pocket start to blow up as you continue to stare at Spencer as he turns to do the same as you, moving a hand to almost cup your cheek before letting you go as you walk back behind camera as if nothing happened.

Once safety off screen once again, you open your phone to see all your friends and family going wild and sending you encouraging texts alongside a sea of social media notifications as thousands flock to follow and stalk your posts. It's all there now, you think to yourself before forcing your phone to power off, not wanting to stress yourself out on all the what if's now.

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The stream was wrapping up yet the chat was still going insane, your heart warmed to see so much support toppling over the obviously jealous haters of you and Spencers relationship.

"How would you feel about hard launching?" Spencer sent through text, looking up from his phone as Shayne started outro-ing in front of him and Amanda. All you sent was a thumbs up in reply before you were being pulled back in front of camera, his sunglasses now raised as he smiled brightly at you.

"I love you," Spencer whispered, "I love you too, but maybe ditch the shark necklace next date night," you said with a laugh and the cast and crew joined you. Absolutely buzzing off of life, you partially didn't realize you and Spencer had pulled one another into a short kiss after that confession and the deafening sound of claps and cheers has you both pulling away and holding your hands up for the camera that fades to black.

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Spennser I've loved you for three years and how i get to share how lucky i am to have you for all the rest and then some ❤️

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your_username i love you 😘

↳ spennser i love you too 😘

co_mill Obsessed with you, I smell a Smosh Wedding Season 2 on the horizon!

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ianhecox took you both long enough...

↳ anthonypadilla now ian, we don't share our jealous online, we just hide it and take it personally next time

username88 happy but sad at the same time- congrats I guess 😭

shaynetopp lets gooooo man! can't wait to post all those double date pictures now! 😆

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─ · · A/N: hope you all are not getting sick of these

─ · · SPENCER AGNEW TAGLIST: @lisiliely @missflufffanfics @little-stitious-studios @thejourneyneverendsx @sibsteria @lizzylynch1

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stairain · 2 years ago

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Gun that doesn't shoot.

You've grown tired of the princess treatment from Spencer, just wishing he'd slap you around for once, so you don't stop until he does.

Warnings: Hard Dom Spencer, Bratty Reader, spanking with a belt, degrading, hair pulling, slapping, fingering, crying, orgasm denial.

WC: 3.7K

For reasons you don’t know, you were being overly bratty towards Spencer today. Actually, you had a completely valid reason. He’s gone soft, to put it simply, and quite frankly you were tired of being babied 24/7

So today, whenever he asked you to do something, it was met with a mocking grumble and hesitance to do said task. He thought it was just a one time thing, and let it slide, but now here you are again, facing the other way with a pout as he talks to you.

"What is the matter with you, Princess?"

Your heart skips a beat as you hear him call you by your favorite name, but you huff and cross your arms over your chest, as if throwing a silent tantrum.

“Don’t give me attitude, Princess. You’ve been in a sour mood all day and I haven’t done anything to you.”

Spencer crosses his own arms across his chest as his tone is one of pure disapproval and disappointment. He sighs.

“What has gotten into you?’

You almost make a show out of turning your head away from where he stood, exaggerating how much you wanted to do everything but look at him.

He slightly bends over to firmly grab your chin and force you to look in his eyes.

"What's the matter? Speak."

You suck your teeth as you look up at him with malice burning in your eyes.

“Why should I tell you?”

Spencer’s eyebrow twitches as he becomes irritated with your behavior.

"Because you're being bratty, and I'd like to know what you're upset about." His voice starts out stern, but slowly turns gentle at the end of the sentence.

“And why would you care? It’s not like you’re gonna do anything about it.” You’re still avoiding his question, wanting to see just how far you can push him before he snaps. He was always so gentle and caring with you, and for once you just wanted to see what’d it’d be like once he finally lashes out on you.

"Why wouldn't I care?" He seems genuinely lost at your response.

"Just tell me what's wrong, and I'll see what I can do to fix it, okay?" His tone is still gentle, but he seems a little confused and maybe even hurt. With a scoff, you turn your body so you’re facing away from him.

Spencer sighs heavily as he stands back upright, getting more and more frustrated.

"Look, I can't fix what's wrong if you won't tell me. So talk, or I'm going to give you something else to pout about."

You have to suppress the small smile that grows on your face, you’re finally getting somewhere. You huff once more.

“You wouldn’t.”

"Try me, Princess." He says the name in an almost mocking manner, and takes a few steps closer to you. He leans down and grabs your chin again, forcing you to look up at him. He gets just an inch or two from your face.

“That’s what I’ve been doing all day, didn’t think it’d take a genius like you to take this long to figure it out.” Your voice is sarcastic as your words bite at him.

You can see violent anger flash in his eyes for a moment, before he’s squeezing his eyes shut and taking a deep breath. His hand slides around the back of your neck and grabs you there, dragging you like a dog over to the kitchen counter. Your back hits the edge of the island, and his voice is quiet as he speaks to you.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but for your own sake, please tell me what's made you so angry."

You simply bite the inside of your cheek as you stay silent, despite all of his warnings and pleads for you to just talk to him. His hand slithers from the back of your neck to your throat, and gently holds it in his fingers.

"You don't give up, do you?" He asks after a moment, still holding you there against the counter. As his frustration continues to grow, his grip tightens, but he doesn't seem to realize it.

"I'm begging you, sweetheart. Just talk to me."

You push down a sound of pain at the feeling of him gripping at your throat, and swallow nervously before speaking. “Or what?”

Spencer sighs and his grip on you gets tighter and you can tell his frustration is only growing at your stubbornness.

"Or I'll have to punish you. You know how much I hate doing that, Princess." He sighs again, clearly hurt by the thought.

This time, you don’t stop the soft grunt that escapes your mouth, and you stutter when trying to speak.

“Y-You’re all talk..”

The man's eyebrow quirks up, and he shrugs.

“If you say so.." His expression is now cold and serious. "Your choice, Princess." He suddenly lets you go and takes a step back. He crosses his arms and stands in front of you, waiting to see what you will do next.

A look of confusion and disbelief crosses your face, and you’re sputtering out your words.

“W-What are you doing? You..You’re supposed to punish me, why are you just standing there?”

As you speak, you can see a cocky grin spread across his face.

Spencer looks at you for a moment before speaking, his tone coated in disdain as realization sets in for him.

"You really want to be punished, don't you? That must be it." He starts walking in circles around the kitchen island that you’re leaning against, slowly shaking his head.

"You're being bad on purpose to get my attention.” His tone is mocking and his grin is teasing, but there's still some coldness behind his words.

He knows he’s read your intentions perfectly, just as you had recited them in your head. Your heart starts to pound in your chest as you try everything in your power to not look at him, as he circles you like a shark would their prey.

He continues to circle you, his look turning more predatory as time goes on.

"Is that what this is really about? You get some sick satisfaction out of pushing my buttons until I snap at you and have to put you in your place? You just like seeing me angry." His grin grows, and he chuckles darkly. "Does it get you off, Princess?"

The tone in his voice is dark and condescending, and it sends a shiver through your senses. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“I-I..”

Spencer watches you as you try and fail to speak, and his grin only grows darker. His eyes are cold and unforgiving now, looking down on you like you're one of the worst of the worst that he's put behind bars.

"Speak up, Princess. Unless you have nothing to say?" He gets even closer to you, getting right in your face and leaning a hand against the counter next to you. You can see the anger starting to boil in his eyes, despite him trying to keep himself calm.

And it’s clear by the way all your previous confidence has crumbled underneath you, that you have nothing to say. You were trembling with fear and anticipation as you could feel the huffs of his heavy breathing hitting your skin.

His eyes narrow at your silence, and his hand suddenly shoots out to grab a fistful of your hair. You are pulled forward painfully and he pulls you close.

"Speak. You don’t have a choice." He growls at you as he grabs your hair tighter and his face looks like he's just one step away from losing control.

You wince in pain at the feeling, but also moan softly. As his fist gripped at your roots, it shot a feeling of pure arousal through your body. You take a shuddering breath before you speak.

“Y-Yes.. Just-Just wanted you to put me in my place..”

His face doesn't soften at all at your confession. He seems just as cold and unforgiving as he did before you spoke, and his other hand now grabs your throat.

"And what is your place exactly, Princess? Remind me."

His gaze is piercing and his breath is as heavy as your own is.

“I-I’m yours, Sir..”

The grip on your hair and throat only tighten as you whimper out your words.

"That's right, Angel. You are mine. And you know what you do when you're mine?" He leans in even closer, so that he's nearly nose-to-nose with you, his grip becoming almost unbearable.

"You behave, Is that understood?"

Your lips drop in an attempt to gasp for air, and you manage to nod in his hold. You swallow and squeeze your eyes shut.

Reid lets go completely and you gasp for air, coughing and sputtering. You choke on your own breath as your lungs greedily fill with air.

"That's what I thought." He mutters in a low, almost whispered tone. He watches you with a sick look of sadism for another moment as you fight to breathe, then lets out a sigh and steps away. His face is blank for a moment, then his eyes quickly fill with desire.

"On your knees."

The tone he uses is colder and less forgiving now as he says that. He hasn’t moved in his place away from you, and he crosses his arms, waiting for you to obey him.

At his command, you take a few steps forward and immediately fall to your knees. You bow your head down to the floor as you await his next order.

“Yes, Sir.”

He looks down at you and reaches a warm hand out to run over the expanse of your jawline, before quickly pulling it away to slap you across the face. Your head jolts to the side and you let out a quick noise of shock.

"I don't want you to say another word unless I ask you to. Understood?" His eyes are trained on you as he withdraws his hand, waiting for you to respond and confirm that you’re actually listening to him now.

“Yes, Sir.”

You nod and say not another word afterwards. Your body was practically shaking in both excitement and fear for this, you had him exactly where you wanted him.

Spencer nods and reaches out for the belt he keeps on his waist. He pulls it out of his belt loops and holds it in his hand, seemingly taking his time to torture you.

"Look at me." His voice becomes harsher, and you can tell he's lost his patience.

Your head almost immediately lifts to look him in the eyes, and you can feel the littlest of tears brimming your wide, “innocent”, eyes as you gaze at him through your long lashes.

"You’ve left me no other choice, Princess.” He states monotonously as he holds you in his gaze.

"It won't be pretty, or gentle. You're going to leave with bruises." His voice is dripping in condescension, and the look in his eyes sends a shiver of fear through you. He holds the belt tightly in his fist, waiting for your response.

“That’s exactly what I want, sir.”

The look in his eyes doesn’t waver as he sits down on the couch and looks over at you expectedly.

"Over my knee."

There's no room for argument. His face remains unmoving as he holds his arm out, waiting for you to do as you're told. With a nod, you lift yourself from trembling knees and walk over to him, before bending your body over his legs, your stomach resting against his thighs and your ass raised in the air.

Spencer looks down at you as you do, his face blank and his expression serious again. Once he makes sure you're fully in position, he flips up your skirt and pulls back his arm.

"Don't you dare move, Princess.”

You hold your breath as you wait for the first hit and squeak out.

“Yes, Sir.”

The thick leather of the belt crashes down against your bare bottom and you hiss through your teeth. It hurt, but you knew this was as gentle as they would get, so you take it with gratitude.

"Let's see if that attitude of yours is the same after a few more, hmm?" He asks in a condescending tone, his voice having turned into a cruel whisper. He pulls back his arm again as he speaks.

"Tell me again what you are, Princess."

“I-I’m yours, Sir.. I belong to you—“ Your words are cut off as he swings the belt and lashes it against your pink tinged skin, making you cry out in pain. The tears that brimmed your eyes before fell down your flushed face now.

"Good, Princess. That's a good girl, isn't it?" He says in that unforgiving mutter as he pulls the belt back and whips it forward again, just as hard as the last.

"Tell me again, Princess. I want to hear you say it. What are you?"

Your body lurches forward in his lap and you practically scream at the pain.

“I’m yours, Sir.. Y-Yours..”

"And how should I treat my Princess? Do you think I should treat her gently? Is that what you want?" His voice is sarcastic yet menacing and it sends a shiver down your spine. He pulls the belt back and whips it forward once more, hitting you with even more force than before.

You know better than to answer him, you know he’d like you better with your mouth shut right now. But that proved to be quite difficult, as the second the rough leather slapped against your bottom, your mouth dropped in a screech.

"Shut up. Do as you're told." His voice grows brutal and he continues to spank you, his face becoming one of rage and fury as his hands turn red and white from the tight grip he has around the belt.

"I don’t want to hear a single sound from you unless I want it, Princess. Now, say it again. What are you?" He asks, his voice once again dripping in a scornful frigid tone.

You don’t even have to look back at your ass to know it’s absolutely bruised with purple and red marks, you can just feel them.

“I-I’m yours, forever..”

"Yes, that's right. You belong to me. So don't you ever behave like this again, understood?"

He stares you down and punctuates his words with a bruising hit.

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry sir..” Your voice is wavering as tears stream down your face and your body is shaking against his. His free hand reaches up to grab a handful of your hair and he forcefully yanks on it, making you groan in pain.

“I don’t fucking care. Shut your mouth or I will make you.”

An animalistic sob leaves your lips when he tugs at your roots harder and brutally assaults your already abused bottom. It’s like you can almost feel every line and crack of the texture of the belt at this point, as with every hit he dealt to you, the pattern was being imprinted on the red raised surface of your ass.

Then, suddenly, the hand in your hair lets you go and you can hear him switching the belt from his left hand to his right. All you can do is hang your head low and pray he’ll take it easy on you. But you know better. This is exactly what you wanted. You wanted to watch him snap, break from that caring and nurturing role he always regarded you with, and ruin you.

When rough fingers take hold of the bottom of your panties, the fabric is ripped with an unforgiving tearing noise. Your eyes widen against the darkness of the couch and you clench at the feeling of being exposed so suddenly.

Above you, you can hear him let out a deep chuckle at you bent over his lap, arching in anticipation as your folds glistened pathetically.

“So pretty.. Shame you have to be so bad.”

Is all he says before you feel two large fingers prod at your hole, not giving you a moment to think before they roughly push into your plushy wet walls. Your cunt hungrily swallows what he’s given you, and he shakes his head at the sight of his fingers disappearing inside of you.

“It’s never enough for you, is it, Princess?”

The digits curl inside of you, making a scooping motion as they thrust deeper and deeper into you. Your eyes cross as they fall under heavy eyelids, and a strained whimper leaves your mouth.

“You just.. take, take, take..”

He pulls back his fingers and fucks them back into you with each word he lets leave his mouth.

“And it’s still never enough, hm?”

You shake your head the best you can, and moan out at his claims.

“N-No, Si-”

The otherwise forgotten leather belt in his other hand thwacks down against your already welted ass, cutting you off. You practically scream in shock at the feeling, before he does it once more, just to shut you up again.

“Do not fucking speak to me right now.”

A third finger joins the others inside of you in a slick motion, and the stretch has you dizzy in his lap. It doesn’t sound like he’s speaking to his girlfriend right now, not speaking at all to the woman he loves so unconditionally. No, it sounds like he’s talking to one of his worst enemies.

His tone is full of hatred, malice, and coldness. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on beyond belief. He’d never treated you this roughly before and you were getting used to it all too easily.

Usually when he opened you like this, he took his time with you. Slowly pushing in each long digit and feeling your warm liquids gush around him, making sure you’re alright before moving another centimeter.

But now, his hand was pistoning into you like he didn’t know how to do anything else, and his shaking fist held onto the belt above your ass so hard you were wondering how long it would take for him to pierce his nails through it.

He was furious with you, and you adored it.

“People would kill to be treated the way I treat you. Pampered like a princess, spoiled rotten.. And yet-”

Spencer raises his hand once more and slashes the leather against your bottom before he finishes his sentence. You hold back a cry.

“You don’t want it.”

His fingers push impossibly deeper into you and stay still against your stretched walls, giving your soaked pussy the opportunity to finally mold around them, tight like a vice.

“What happened, baby? What happened to my Princess?”

There’s a faux tone of concern and sympathy for you in his voice, but you see right through it. You simply shake your head in response and try your damndest to not squeeze around his digits to avoid him getting even madder at you, as tempting as the idea sounds.

You can hear the material of the leather hitting the couch as he drops it, and you can feel a comforting hand come around to lightly run through your hair.

His fingers start to move once again, but much slower this time, and much more gentle. The 180 turn confuses you, but you didn’t want to be ungrateful and prove him right.

The once stoic tone in his words softens, as he speaks to you in a comforting voice.

“Think you can cum, just like this, Princess?”

This time, you don’t stop yourself from squeezing around him, urging him deeper to press against your sensitive spot. When he reaches it, the pads of his fingers caress over it, and it makes you whimper pathetically. You nod, and swallow the drool that’s started dripping from your lips.

Spencer smiles down at you and brushes his hand through your hair. He can feel your arousal leaking out of your cunt, dripping from the fingers stuffed into you and onto the surface of his palm.

He twists his digits around inside of you as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge, and it doesn’t take much for him to get you there, because after he deals one last press of his middle finger against your spot, you’re crying out.

“Sir.. Sir, I-I’m.. cum..I—”

Your eyes cross and roll back into your head as you right there, and just as fast as he’d gotten you from that point, he robs you of it.

Before you can even finish your sentence, he’s pulling all of his fingers out of your drenched pussy and looking down at you with a cruel smile. The hand that was in your hair was still running gently through the strands, almost mocking you.

Your eyes widen and you’re quick to look back and up at him, a look of panic and betrayal all over you. Tears quickly fill your waterline, threatening to fall at a moment's notice.

“W-Wh..Why?”

A dark chuckle leaves his mouth before it’s stifled by his fingers dipping against his tongue. He cleans all of your slick from his skin, groaning at the taste.

You can fill your impending orgasm crashing back to square one and it takes everything in you not to scream at him to just make you cum.

“You can’t have it both ways, my love. If you want to be a bad girl, then I’ll treat you like one, understand?”

Tears finally begin to stream down your face, and even though you asked for this, you still couldn’t help the pitiful cries you let out at his cruel but deserved actions.

“Are you ready to be my Princess again, or are you still going to be a bratty little bitch?”

As he throws the insult at you, his fist tightens on your head and pulls tauntingly at your hair. You shake your head and swallow down a moan, your cunt is still painfully wet, pulsing and clenching around nothing.

“I-I’ll be good, I pr-promise!”

You weakly whine, and it’s humorous to him how quickly your little charade ended. You had planned on breaking him, but it’s clear now that you’re the only one left broken.

As you beg him for forgiveness, you feel the teasing touch of his fingers slowly pushing between your silky wet folds. An evil smile creeps onto his face, and his voice is as dark and taunting as ever.

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

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