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✧.* ghost:
apologizing for being in love :( angst/fluff
Beneath the Surface (pt 1) (pt 2) nsfw
bf!ghost nsfw
dbf!ghost hurt/comfort
delivery guy fluff
eating a popsicle in front of simon nsfw
Favorite Regret (pt 1) (pt2) angst
gymbro!ghost nsfw
Hot Summer Day nsfw
M.I.A angst
mood ring fluff
neighbor!simon fluff
reader accidentaly eating edibles slight nsfw
roomate!ghost: homemade lasagna, power cleaning
toxic!bf!ghost nsfw
Under one Roof (pt 1) (pt 2 slight nsfw)
voyeurism nsfw
✧.* könig:
Colonels' Wife nsfw
dbf!könig nsfw
Enemy (pt 1) (pt 2) nsfw
könig's accent nsfw
milking him dry :( nsfw
overstimulation nsfw
sitting on his face :( nsfw
sub!könig hcs nsfw
yandere!könig
✧.* price:
Is It Really You? angst
One Last Time angst
✧.* soap:
studying with him nsfw
✧.* others:
141 at sephora fluff
141 with a high maintenance s/o fluff
141 with a f!teammate who can't eat anything on a stick suggestive
Aphrodisiacs nsfw ; ghost x f!reader x könig
Birthday Gift nsfw ; ghost x f!reader x könig
In For It nsfw ; ghost x f!reader x gaz x price x soap
Three's a Crowd nsfw ; ghost x f!reader x könig
But spider spider the people yearn for more of your ghost :(
honestly I can't guarantee anything atp, I have some random ahh moments of hyperfixation on him and sometimes I write some stuff but I'm not gonna push myself
um hi random tuesday btw but been thinking bout bullseye lately like
come one you've seen how that man is around woman he's definitely a guy that would eat you out for his own pleasure
“...Dex.” You moaned for what, sixth time? It wasn't exactly a moan anymore, it was more like a “please let go of me for one second before I pass out” plea. And, frankly, considering Dex's state right now, he wouldn't be going anywhere, any soon.
You didn't know exactly how you ended up sprawled out on his couch, in your defense, it had started to become a bit blurry after the third glass of wine.
Yet, there you were. Having him sucking your soul out with each flick of his tongue, savouring that moment like you're his last meal.
He's just your neighbor, you have to remind yourself of that! And honestly it's kind of embarrassing now that you think about it-
“Dex!” You gasped as he added two fingers without any prep or warning, and didn't stop licking and sucking on your clit.
He was eating you out and moaning against your heat like he was the one taking pleasure from that, and, yeah, the way he palmed his thick bulge over his jeans didn't quite help either.
You tried to push his head away multiple times and end this sweet torture he was bringing upon you, until you simply couldn't take it anymore. “Dexter, stop!” You yelled.
Well, he'd never told you his full name, you could only assume that was short for it. He stopped, opening his eyes to look at you like you offended him, and hovered just above your pussy.
“Good thing that's not my name.” He smirked mischievously like the bastard he is, and latched his tongue onto your puffy, overstimulated clit.
You looked confused, trying to argue about it while you clearly had bigger problems, getting closer and closer with the relentless tease.
“Wha-” you looked down, watching him worship your pussy like a starved man.
“Got half of it right, though. Good girl.” He patted your thigh with his free hand as he muttered, muffled by your skin.
Needless to say, he made you come so hard that, indeed, you almost passed out.
hey so turns out i didnt forget the password for this account
annual simon riley hyperfixation is hitting me hard so BEAR WITH ME
Summary: literally having sex with a hot guy you met on a cruise
Word Count: around 1,9k
Warnings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x f!reader, unprotected sex, no use of y/n, real light bondage (if you squint
NSFW under the cut // NOT PROOFREAD
You sat alone with a glass half full of liquor, contemplating if entering this cruise alone was really all you could do. It was, though, would you really toss the ticket in the bin after working God knows how long to afford your vacation? It really wasn’t your fault that the guy you were with decided to cheat on you just a day before the trip.
It was unfortunate, but if he wasn’t going to board with you, the least you could do was try to make it fun.
So there you were, eyeing a poor man like a hawk.
Poor man. You scoffed to yourself for thinking that. He most definitely wasn’t poor. Yet, something kept nagging at you that nothing about him suggested he truly belonged to the world of wealth.
He looked like he tried to blend in; to you, at least. The others couldn’t care less about his presence. He was too composed, deliberate in a way you couldn’t quite put a finger on. He seemed dangerous, like a wolf amongst the sheep. A man like him, alone in the wild, felt almost intentional. He looked like the type of man that would, to put it shortly, ruin your life. Or give you such a soul sucking orgasm that you’d be head over heels and he’d disappear out of thin air. In any way, it all falls into the same category as ruining your life.
You must’ve been staring for too long, because said man was now walking towards your stool.
He placed his glass in front of him, taking a seat next to you. His scent reminded you of oak and ember, which was usually nauseating, but today, it filled your senses so fast and in just the right way that you weren’t even mad.
“Subtle, aren’t we?” He grinned, sipping his watered down whiskey. You wanted to say you didn't mean to stare, but it was a lie, you did mean to, it was actually impossible not to stare.
“What can I say? You’re too… noticeable.” You exhaled softly through your nose.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He huffed in amusement. “Simon.” He finally introduced himself, kissing the back of your hand when you extended it to shake his.
A bottle of champagne sat untouched at the end of the bed, along with the two clean glasses, as he towered over your body, desperately kissing your lips, neck and collarbone. “Respectfully, fuck the champagne.” He groaned against the hot skin of where your neck meets your earlobe, a small response to your previous protest when he entered your room. It’s not like you expected for both of you to sit down and share a glass of champagne like two composed adults right after you invited him to your room under the promise of libidinous acts. And it’s not like he could really contain himself after seeing you in a silk robe with nothing but black lingerie underneath it.
His calloused hand roamed your body, unlacing the loose knot that kept him from touching your bare stomach. He was massive, completely blocking your view from the ceiling — not like you can complain, though.
The black sash was smoothly drawn away from your robe, he let it coil around his hand, knuckles tightening as the fabric was pulled taut. He slid the robe off your shoulders, taking in the sight of your perfect breasts held together by the lace in your bra. He wanted nothing more than to tear it to shreds like a madman and take them in his mouth, but he held back the need to give in to such animalistic natures.
You pulled on his button up, bringing his broad frame towards you. Button by button, your fingers worked to set him free. The effort finally paid off, and you were met with the most perfect chest you’d ever seen. Not only his chest, but his whole torso, carved out like a greek god. It made you damp at the thought of touching it while riding him, imagine how it'll be when you finally get to it.
He noticed your lack of words — and breathing, and flexed just slightly as he adjusted his angle to take the shirt off. In a moment, he was back at you, pulling you closer by the back of your head.
His lips crashed into yours, rolling on the bed, pulling you on top of him. You straddled his hips, feeling the bulge already formed beneath you. Your bra was no longer on your body from what you registered, and he was leaning in, sucking one of your nipples and lightly pinching the other. You rocked your hips against his clothed cock, already desperate to feel him inside you, and that made him groan, pulling you further against him.
You pushed him back on the bed, crawling until you were on all fours in between his legs, sticking your ass in the air while you undid his pants. He was too impatient to let you work, and he took over, nearly ripping his pants and boxers off as he slid them down his thighs.
God, he was huge.
Too light-headed to assimilate his size, you grabbed it with one hand, letting the tip flop right into your mouth. A long lick along the shaft made his head fall back, letting out a grunt. You kissed it, licked it, bracing yourself for the jaw pain. Difficult wasn’t exactly the right word to use, but to say it was easy to take his cock inside your mouth was like saying you weren’t completely wet at the thought of him, which, judging by the damp spot in your panties, was definitely an untruthful statement.
His hand instinctively touched the back of your head, applying a small amount of pressure just to ease you down on him. You bobbed your head up and down, using your hand to jerk the rest of his shaft. Before you knew it, his tip was hitting your throat, making drool slowly pool down his crotch. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” He groaned, and it made you moan.
He swore he could cum if you kept looking at him like that, with teary eyes and your mouth stuffed with half his cock, completely enjoying yourself.
“Alright, enough-” He pulled back with a grunt, pulling your chin towards him and kissing your lips. You tried protesting, but the way he just manhandled you like you weighed nothing caught you off guard.
Simon tossed you on the bed, pulling your hips in the air and taking advantage of the motion to take the last piece of clothing you had on. His large fingers filled your wet hole with sloppy sounds, giving you no time to prepare or even adjust before setting a quick pace. He kneeled beside you in the bed and pulled your hair back with his spare hand, exposing your neck. “Such a needy little cunt, look at you.” He nearly growled. “All wet f’ me, darling, and I didn’t need to do a thing.” His scoff was almost mocking you as he felt your pussy clenching around his fingers, desperate for more of him.
Your moans filled the room, beautifully ringing in his ears. They were cut out by the abrupt way he removed his fingers from you, and let your face fall back onto the mattress. You used one hand for support to try to catch your breath, but he pulled it back, along with the other hand, and used the sash from your robe he’d wrapped in his hand before to tie your wrists behind your back. Your pussy ached in anticipation, making you unconsciously arch your back further.
He didn’t even need to use spit or lube to prep you, you were wet like you’ve never been with anyone else. His tip pressed against the entrance, slowly pushing inside you. It stung, but the pain was bearable. “So tight, darling, fuck.” He muttered, finally bottoming out.
“Fuck, Simon.” You pleaded, slowly rocking your hips against him. He held your wrists, pulling out until the only thing inside you was his tip, and then he pushed back in. You cried out for him against the sheets, just for him to pull back and do the same thing. You could tell the fucker enjoyed the frustration he was causing you.
You got what you wanted as soon as his hands held you by the hips, slamming his cock in and out relentlessly, feeling your insides clenching so tight around him while you tried to claw away from your restraints. It wasn’t hurting or anything, but the amount of pressure he was applying on top of you felt like you were going to break in half like a twig.
He audibly chuckled at your attempts, letting go of your hip to hold your wrists, with his free hand, he yanked a fistful of your hair back. “What’s wrong, can’t take it?” The mocking tone was present in his voice, taunting you as his hips slammed into yours. You tried saying anything, protesting, but your body was already in its limits. The air flow wasn’t exactly happening properly and, with a fuzzy brain, the only thing your body chased was your own orgasm.
He let go of your hair and pulled out, turning you to face him and pulling you in his lap. There was a small desk in the room, and that’s where he took you. He spread your legs apart on the desk, kneeling to give you some good licks, and resurged with his leaking tip ready to get inside of you again.
No warnings, just straight up bliss when he rocked his hips against yours, using his thumb to draw circles over your clit. It was enough to send you over the edge, your head fell backwards, your body desperately seeking the gut wrenching orgasm you’ve anticipated since you landed eyes on this man. “Simon, fuck, I’m gonna-”
“Yes, darling, cum f’ me.” He said lowly, feeling his own high approaching him. With you spasming around him, he couldn’t help himself. “Tell me you’re on the pill.” He groaned, sounding completely strained. You nodded feverishly, wanting nothing more than to hug his broad shoulders and dig your nails in his skin while you felt him filling you up. You finally collapsed, legs trembling and eyes closed shut, giving in to your orgasm. He followed shortly after, the way you squeezed him milked him entirely dry, coating your insides in white.
You both panted heavily, trying to catch your breaths. He undid the knot behind your back, rubbing your wrists to ease the pain.
After many ragged breaths, wet wipes and small kisses, he took you to the bed, tucking you in. You were nearly passed out, assessing the fact you just fucked a stranger on a cruise that was destined to suck. Well, you were the one doing the sucking, though.
He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and you watched him put his clothes back on, already missing the feeling of him inside you.
couldn't stop thinking about bodyguard ghost and I'm ovulating please have this offering
bodyguard!simon finding you at a party after you sneaked out, messily making out with a guy almost your age, not containing himself as he yanked the man away from you, leaving you confused and breathless.
bodyguard!simon that dragged you to his car, rushing you inside the passenger seat, your gaze almost shooting daggers at him as he made his way to the driver's seat, starting the engine.
bodyguard!simon that pulled over somewhere dark, ordering for you to step out of the car, doing so himself, walking towards you and pressing your face against the hood.
bodyguard!simon pulling your skimpy tight dress up, pulling your panties aside, stuffing two large fingers into your sopping pussy, his other hand keeping you pressed against the car, bending your sweet little ass to him.
bodyguard!simon who let a low growl escape his throat from the feeling of your warm walls pulling him in, drenching his fingers in arousal. “y’ fucking like that, don't you? you mindless little slut. you're just begging for it.”
bodyguard!simon that pulled his fingers away from your cunt, shoving them in your mouth while he worked in undoing his pants, only to let his fat shaft hang heavy behind your body, the tip of his cock already leaking, aching to fuck you mindlessly.
and finally, bodyguard!simon that pushed his aching length past your folds, holding onto your hips as he thrusted in a fast pace, not letting you adjust to his size before giving in completely into his primal urge to completely ruin you, panting heavily. “y’ gon’ take it- all like a good girl, hm? ‘m gonna fuck you real good, gonna cum right into this sweet little pussy of yours.”
simon riley grabbing an item of the top shelf at the supermarket because you can't reach it
simon riley not leaving your mind through the aisles while you shop because obviously you just met hulk
simon riley bumping into you when you're getting a dozen of eggs and he's taking all the damn stock for himself because forgive him and his bulking diet
simon riley literally laughing when you two meet again by the chicken freezers, saying you're following him at this point
simon riley getting roughly 4kg of chicken breasts because a man needs to reach his protein goals
simon riley who says it's destiny that you two are literally parked across from each other and decides to ask you for your number
and finally simon riley who can't wait to get home and text you to ask if you got home safely but in reality he just wants to talk to the pretty lady he met at the supermarket that day
uhm yeah ok so still on the bf’s dad!simon brain rot
consider this a pt2 maybe? idk im going completely insane haha this is probably bad too
so you wake up before your boyfriend, leaving him there in his unconscious state, knowing he'll be passed out for the whole day.
you go downstairs to make some breakfast as you were used to, and thank god mentally that you didn't see a fridge walking around in the kitchen.
of course it would be nice to see him but especially after last night you still feel something… weird. not that it was bad, but you start to wonder if you actually did the right thing.
and as the smell of burnt starts to come from the pan in your hands you remember about the lipstick stains in someone's neck, bringing you back to reality.
you scramble your eggs, buffing for letting it get a black spot, but you eat it anyway, and after doing so, you go do your dishes.
“morning.” his voice makes you shiver, and you hold onto the balcony so you wouldn't fall on your feet.
“good morning.” you answer quietly.
he opens the fridge looking for some water, and just now you realize he had nothing but sweatpants on. his hair was still damp from the shower, shoulders still a bit wet. he was doing it on purpose now.
“thought you'd wake up earlier to join me on a run.” he closes the door of the fridge and leans on the kitchen island behind you.
“not my thing.” you chuckle. “especially after having wine.”
“headache?” he asks.
“no, actually i’m fine.” you smile. “have you had breakfast yet?” you ask as you finish cleaning your dishes and dry your hands with the towel.
“i’m about to.” he smirks, not wasting time to step closer to you and lift you on the counter. a small ‘what’ escaped your lips. “you know, i had to wait for my breakfast to wake up by herself.”
you laugh as he takes your shorts off just like he did last night, planting kisses from your knees to your inner thighs.
“you're crazy, what if he hears us?” you lay on your elbows, chuckling from the feeling of his growing beard brushing your skin. he raises an eyebrow and gives you a doubtful stare. “okay, okay.” you laugh, letting your head fall back.
his tongue invades your clit with lust, licking and sucking you with so much hunger. it feels so good, definitely better than your fingers.
he grabs your thighs from behind, squeezing your skin to keep himself from moaning in your pussy. two of his fingers start to tease your entrance and play with your clit to collect your wetness before sliding deep into your pussy.
you put both hands over your mouth to keep it shut, but what you really wanted was to scream his name.
he slides his fingers in and out as he licks your clit, making a knot start to form in your stomach.
“close…” you moan, making him pick up the pace until the knot inside you finally snapped. your legs were still shaking when he pulled away and you couldn't believe you were eaten out by him on the kitchen counter.
he taps your thigh and gives you a small, gentle kiss.
you get up and put your shorts back on, admiring as simon started to make his own breakfast too.
Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people
Thank uuuuuuu for the tag my beloved: @chompchompluke 🩷🩷🥺
C: Caffeine By Foreign Air
O: Opaul by Freddie Dredd
N: Never Want to Be in Love by Savahanna Colney
N: Run on by Jamie Bower ft King Sugar
O: One Time by Marian Hill
R: Radio By Lana Del Rey
S: Sanctuary By (((O)))
U: Unfair by The Neighborhood
I: I'm Tired by Zendeya ( Euphoria Soundtrack)
No pressure tags for my lovies: @amica-aenigmata-naboo @midnightcrw @aethelwyneleigh27 @jamespotterismydaddy @lipstickghoulie @arcielee @aemonddtargaryen @aemondtarqaryens @aemonds-holy-milk
finding so many 's' songs in my playlists was actually hell ngl [ty for tag 💜]
[s] skyfall (adele)
[s] sunflower (post malone + swae lee)
[t] this is what sadness feels like (jvke)
[o] out of my league (fitz and the tantrums)
[r] raison d'etre (eve)
[m] mob (eve)
[y] you should see my in a crown (billie eillish)
[s] starboy (the weeknd)
[k] k.k. cruisin' (animal crossing)
[y] you're on (madeon)
[e] electric feel (shagabond edit)
[s] still feel. (half alive)
[s] skate (silk sonic)
no pressure tags: @greatstormcat, @naivegh0ul, @loveindefinitely, @gogh-with-the-flow, @gazmialmagemela, @stargirlrchive
thank you for the tag @loadedberetta my love, this was so fun!! im exposing my very odd music taste
C - chillwave by jaymzwright
A - are by XENO! and plebhed
P - ptolemaea by ethel cain (her only song i like,,,,)
T - tahiti II by sugs
A - almost (sweet music) by hozier
I - i miss my sandman by emily jeffri
N - norfleet by sugs
J - jupiter by sleeping at last
A - arrow by half alive
M - my love all mine by mitski
S - smoko by the chats
T - takeshi kovacs concerto in f minor by do not resurrect
E - egirls are ruining my life by corpse and savage ga$p
R - rahhhh by alt!
no pressure tags; @konigsblog, @ghostsbimbo, @shadofireshinobi @honestlyhiswife @whinesandwhimpers I AM SO SORRY YOU ALL HAVE RELATIVELY LONG USERNAMES dont do this unless you want to my darlings!!! <3<3
random, no pressure tags; @httpsghostie @barefoothighlander @yawnderu @diejager @prodigy-from-pluto @cigsmokerghostie @gremlingottoosilly @lucyisdoingfine @hyperfixatesnwrites and anyone who wants to join 🌷💗
do we even talk about bf's dad!simon enough? i don't think so
just imagine
he's a single dad with a son who happens to be your annoying boyfriend, an arrogant man who treats you poorly and never makes you cum.
he's his father's disappointment, simon hates that his kid turned out like that, but it's his son after all.
it's saturday night, your boyfriend invited you over to his house only to leave you there with his dad while he went out to get drunk with his friends.
it's windy outside, making branches hit the window of his room — where you were trying to sleep, so you go downstairs to make yourself some tea and as you could imagine, simon is in the living room having beer and watching a movie.
he offers to make you a tea, you two start to talk and eventually you're on wine — and you know what wine does to you, but you shrug it off.
you're sitting by the table, playing with your glass of wine as you talk about hating to be left alone like that, and simon is listening to every bit of it, apologizing for not raising a better man.
you joke about wanting your boyfriend to be a bit more like him, and somehow that joke goes straight to his cock.
you're slightly drunk, and really, really horny.
you let him take the first step, and it ends with him taking off your shorts and panties, kissing your inner thighs as you spread your legs on the chair, arching your back as soon as he gives you the first lick in your bare core
“sorry, i'm not used to it.” you chuckle. “he says it's disgusting.”
the look on his face says it all, he's going to make it up to you.
he kisses and licks every right spot, using his thick fingers to tease your entrance and make you a moaning mess.
and, of course, he makes you cum so easily that you're disappointed for making it end so fast.
stumbling over your feet, you end up bending over the back of the couch, feeling his tip sliding into your pussy. you clench your fists trying to get used to his size. he slides out and back in again, holding your hips for support.
“fucking tight, ‘ya.” he says between gritted teeth, moving his hips forward and settling a pace.
needless to say you become a drooling mess as he fucks you better than anyone, holding your neck against his chest, kissing and biting your ear.
he picks up the pace, his tip hitting your cervix with every thrust, until he finally cums right into you, groaning in your ear.
it's weird how good it feels to be with him, how he holds you tight in his arms, how you just had the best fuck in your life, even though it was quick.
he cleans you up, helping you with getting your pajamas back on. it's a little awkward when you go back to bed, thoughts flooding your head before you finally fall asleep.
and there you stay until morning, waking up beside a very hangover boyfriend with pink lipstick stains on his neck.
i could not get this off my mind, btw hi im alive!!,, <;3 tw noncon?
stalker!könig being everywhere you could possibly think of going, always one step ahead of you. he just can’t help himself, you’re too naive to even think there’s something wrong with it, thinking of it as a coincidence. it wasn’t until you bumped into him in a convenience store close to your house near 1am while dealing with an unpleasant breakup, having to hear from your now ex that you were gross for sleeping with another dude while dating him. which was… odd. you weren’t sleeping with anyone else but him, where did he take that from?
stalker!könig who obviously noticed your puffy red eyes, plump lips and slightly irritated nose while you walked to the back of the store to grab ice cream, because that’s what women do when they get dumped.
stalker!könig who had to hold his breath and look up so he wouldn’t get a boner just from looking at your ass as you bent to get your keys you had dropped on the floor, finally mustered up the courage to offer help in a moment where you were so fragilized and sad that you couldn’t even consider his bad intentions as he followed you home :(
stalker!könig who finally had the opportunity to shove his thick cock inside you and pound you from behind in your pretty little couch, sinking your face in the cushion so you wouldn’t wake the entire neighborhood, making you beg for him to slow down as he rutted his hips into yours and filmed it all to send it to your ex, just like the times he had broken in to take some pictures in your sleep :(
✧.* a/n well, the break I took from tumblr was longer than I anticipated, but I really needed it, so for now, I present you dirty and filthy halloween smut<3
✧.* summary: october 31st shifts are insane, and you're left alone to close the store while two creepy men wait for you outside.
• DDDNE, you've been warned | MDNI | this content it strictly 18+ •
You particularly hated the ending shifts, especially after holidays, being left with all the cleaning and organizing because your boss was a shithead. Having to fold all the clothes that the clients left behind after only taking a glance at it. God, you hated them. But the closing shifts had a weird thing about them, it brought out the smallest bit of joy to finally see the store without anyone in it. No soul, no kids running impatiently by the racks, no entitled ladies screaming at you. It was peaceful, but you could almost say it was creepy too, turning off the lights as you got out through the back door, having to walk alone in the dark night to your car.
But you would be alright, you always were, why would anything change just now?
There was a strange feeling running through your veins, weirder than the telltales your coworkers used to talk about this place being haunted. It never really bothered you until you were left alone to close the store after an insane shift on October 31st. You had to be overthinking, Jesus, it was so odd.
Your fingers trembled as you picked the keys to lock the door, letting it fall down two times before succeeding. In the meantime, a really, really tall being – you weren’t sure if it was even human – towered over your small frame. He wore a Jason Voorhees mask, great, classic. These fucking shitheads these days. The air got knocked out of your lungs, making you gasp and let your bag fall on the ground. Was he there the whole time watching you struggle? God, that was pathetic.
“S-sorry, we’re closed.” You said, taking your stuff and rushing back to your car, glancing back to see if he wasn’t following you.
There was no time to think, nor to act, and your brain was overheating. Car keys, where the fuck were they? And also, where the fuck was he going? It was obvious the store was closed. He should be out there trick or treating, or feasting on people's blood or whatever. You were frantic, almost on the verge of tears. No. No, this won’t be the day you turn into statistics. You're not getting killed on Halloween night by a freak with a slasher mask. It can’t happen this way.
The beep of your car was like a symphony to your buzzing ears, and you locked it as soon as you got in, trembling limbs struggling to put the keys in the ignition. Thinking of it now, you should’ve bought that car with the start/stop button, but it seemed so silly then. The thought process of your brain is derailed, making you struggle to hit the clutch and put on first gear. You can do it, fuck you, you have a fucking license. You slowly released the clutch, hitting the gas pedal lightly to get out of there as soon as possible, but there was no movement from your car. Nor the sound of the engine running. Are you really that dumb? No light on the dashboard, for Christ’s sake not even your radio turned on. You didn’t turn the car on.
You looked down to the keys, getting so close to crying when you felt something cold touching your neck. Your body freezed before your brain could even register the events, you looked through the rearview mirror and someone was there, cold eyes watching you from behind a really neat Ghostface mask— like the one from the last movies or so, but it seemed expensive.
“Don’t move if you don’t want your beautiful brain mass decorating the interior of your car.” His deep, husky voice with a british accent spoke, and your spine immediately went cold.
“I-I don ‘t have any money on me.” Your voice was shakier than ever.
“Oh, darling, it’s not money that I want, no.” His tone was calm, far too calm for someone in his position. You wonder if he’s ever done this before.
Realization hit you like a truck. The tears in your sleep deprived, exhausted eyes fell down with ease, wetting your red cheeks in embarrassment. No, this couldn’t be happening to you. You looked further into the parking lot, watching the guy from earlier walking towards the car. You couldn’t even process your movements when you quickly lowered your head and got out of the car, hoping he’d be too much of a coward to pull the trigger, and ran towards the man who you previously misjudged for a creep. He was there to save you, your hero. And it never even crossed your mind that you could be putting this poor man in danger by doing this, until your face hit his chest, sobbing uncontrollably as you screamed for help. He hugged you close, almost suffocating you with his force, and he shushed you, easing you down. But this felt off, why wasn’t he startled? Why wasn’t he on full alert mode? Oh, no. Nononono, you were so fucked.
The guttural laugh he let out that followed your second realization made the electric waves go straight to his cock, groping your tits and waist as he forced you against him. You tried pushing him away, but he was too big – and definitely too strong to be affected by your pointless attempts.
That other man, slightly shorter than the beast cupping your breasts from behind, approached you with tape and rope in his hands. “No, no, no. I'll give you anything you want. Please, no. Not this, nonono-” your pleas were muffled by the tape covering your mouth as the guy behind you held you in place. You kicked your feet in the air, but they were too strong, and you were simply too small compared to them. You were the sweet little lamb to their torturous slaughter.
Rope burned your wrists as you tried wriggling away from confinement, but it was all useless. This was no movie, you didn’t carry a magical pocket knife that could really come in handy right now, and you were at mercy of two insanely big masked men who decided to land their hands on you – without even asking you out first.
Rude.
They dragged you to your car, throwing you in the backseat. The shorter one looked for your phone in your purse as the taller one got in the driver’s seat, doing everything you apparently forgot how to do. “Ghost, turn off her phone, ja?” He said, taking a glance at you with eyes shut and tears falling down from your eyes.
The drive was somehow silent, filled with your sobs and pants as they went down the dark roadway, this ‘Ghost’, whom you assumed would be short for ‘Ghostface’, sometimes turning back to check on you. You got exhausted, from crying, from fighting, from the shift. Why did you have to get kidnapped after a long day of work, especially during Halloween, why not in the morning? Maybe it was really fucked up that the thing you got angry the most was this being a lost day of work. Come on, if you knew you would die on a certain day, would you even show up?
You didn’t know when but you fell asleep somewhere in the forced trip to an unknown destination, waking up when your nose forgot to breathe for a solid minute. You looked to the sides, so many trees, such a dense forest you were getting into, the dirt road making nothing but get the car dirty – your car, which you have worked your ass off to be able to pay for.
You’re dozing off when the car stops, and the comforting sound of the engine dies.
They get out, getting back on their feet to drag you around. “Stop- fuckin’ struggling.” Ghost said between gritted teeth as he threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. To him, though, you probably didn’t. Your eyes could register a small part of where you were at, a not so big cabin surrounded by nature, and no civilization for at least thirty kilometers. That was it, they were going to carve your organs out and dissect your body to sell in the dark web. Probably. That was the only thing they could do, right?
You were thrown on a thin mattress like a worthless bag of potatoes, tape being ripped off of your face to make you wince in pain. Screaming was worthless, you had already learned that, so your mouth stayed shut.
“Hase, don’t give us that look.” The taller one said. He also had an accent, a german one, that was almost too sweet compared to the behemoth of a man he was.
“What do you want from me?” Your voice cracked from being quiet all this time, your throat was completely dry.
You heard a laugh coming from Ghost before he crouched down to get in your eye level. You could see him tearing your clothes off, hungrily inhaling your scent as he pretty much eye fucked you.
The hand squeezing your throat brought you back to reality again as he pressed you against the wall. "I can't believe we finally have hands on her. König, it's fuckin’ unreal." He said excitedly.
What weird names they had was your first thought. The second one was who the fuck were they and why were they obsessed with you.
What seemed to be König walked over to you, caressing from your ankles to your thighs and laughing at your attempts to squirm away. "You're gonna be such a tasteful, little pet, maus."
"Please, no." You looked away in embarrassment, pressing your thighs together and close to your body. Your hands were hurting behind your back, tied way too tight around your wrists.
"Ah, yes, darling. You're gonna be such a good girl for us, won't 'ya?" Ghost asked, grabbing your face towards him. "Good little girl, are gonna take it all like a good slut."
"No- please" you cried. "I'm- please, no- I'm still a virgin." You sobbed, looking away from him.
Were you really that dumb and naive to think they would back down, pity you? No, no. You were wrong, so, so wrong. Your sentence only brought them life, covering their eyes with a spark. Not only were you their perfect little prey, but they would have the privilege of being your first? This was too good to be true.
"Kleine maus… where were you this whole time?" König walked towards you, gently grabbing a fistful of your hair and making you look up at him. The tent in his pants was displayed in front of your face, and you weren't able to ignore the elephant in the room. He caressed your mascara stained cheeks with his free hand, and in a moment of complete uncertainty, you gave in to his touch, raising your chin to get the last bit of his affection, only to have his large palm meeting your cheek in a painful slap.
Ghost kneeled down beside you, running his hand along your chest and squeezing your tits. You tried to move your arms and get away from the rope, and he noticed your failed attempts. "It's hurting…" you gave him doe, teary eyes.
He glanced at König, who gave a small nod. "Want me to take those off, eh?" He asked, and you nodded in response. He undid the knot, freeing you and letting you rub your wrists. Before you could even think of doing anything, the same gun from before appeared in your sight again. He held it to your forehead, squeezing your neck with his free hand. "Don't try anything stupid."
You nodded, tears slowly falling down from your eyes again. As he pointed the gun towards you, the taller one didn't even struggle as he ripped your shirt off, the shitty fabric of your uniform not really helping with anything. He took off your pants and panties, throwing them somewhere in the cabin along with your bra.
He made you kneel in front of him, ordering you to undo his pants. You hesitated, but the gun jiggling in front of you was enough motivation. Your small fingers worked the zipper down, bringing his pants and boxers low enough to expose his cock, which was too heavy to stand on its own. His arms were crossed in front of him, waiting patiently for your initiative. Your hand grabbed his dick, putting the tip in your mouth, trying not to break eye contact as your teeth slowly grazed his head. "You'll be dead before you even try." His tone gave you a reality check, bringing the consciousness back to your body.
You worked your head back and forth, trying to take his size in your mouth like those greedy girls in porn, from where you had your knowledge. You gave head before, just not for someone as big as this guy.
Hands roamed your body again, flickering your hard nipples and squeezing your tits. His right hand, the one who held the gun, brushed the cold tip from your neck to your lower stomach before sliding the cold barrel in your slick. You moaned, not expecting such a thing. He worked the length between your folds, laughing as he felt your wetness dripping down his fingers.
It was a natural, physiological reaction of the female body, it’s not like you could control it, but the look of shame in your face when you realized your body had betrayed you was worthless in their eyes. “Hmm, don’t give us that look. You want it so bad, don’t you?” Ghost whispered to you. “Ride it.”
“What?” You pulled away from the cock in front of you, staring at him with widened eyes.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” König growled, shoving his dick inside your mouth again as he had a fistful of your hair in his grasp. He abused your throat, making you gag and drool all over your tits.
“And I told you to ride it. Come on, baby, wanna see you getting off on it. Such a needy ‘lil thing, show us how much of a slut you are.” Ghost’s voice in your ear made you clench around nothing, making you slowly move your hips as your brain turned into putty and was melting out your ears.
Your eyebrows were furrowed, but you still managed to keep eye contact with König. “Aw, hase… don’t look at me like that.” He said, filling your mouth with his fat cock. “Why ‘you looking at me angry? Hm? You should be thankful.” He groaned, letting his head fall back at how good you hollow your cheeks for him. He raised his shirt, letting you look at his perfect toned body, that fucking attractive happy trail he snudged your nose at. “Answer me, schatzen, why are you angry? Be thankful that I’m even fucking your mouth. Say thank you.”
The humiliation of riding the gun and having your throat abused washed away your self respect, mumbling ‘thank you’ while your mouth was filled with his dick. “What is it? I didn’t understand you.” He laughed, looking deep into your eyes as you tried to say it again, only for it to be muffled by his size invading your throat.
The coil inside your stomach grew painfully with each time you moved, and Ghost helped it by playing with your tits and moving the gun. You were so wet it was pathetic. Your hips moved back and forth, chasing your high as he pulled the object away from your pussy, slapping your oversensitive clit to watch you cry.
You gagged, cried at the humiliation when König pulled out from your mouth, your puffy, swollen lips still connected to him by strings of saliva. Your mind was white from the denial, making you see stars while your world spun. “Whose slut are you?" He slapped his cock in your face, smearing tears and drool in your cheeks. You coughed, mewling a 'you'. "Whose fucking slut are 'ya?" König yelled.
"Yours." You said, fighting the tears again.
Another time, his hand slapped your face. "Whose?" He yelled.
"Yours!" You screamed, crying out.
"Good girl." König pumped his cock a few times in your face before stepping back, letting Ghost finally stand in front of you with his dick free, spouting precum from the tip. The barrel of the gun invaded your fucked out mouth, you tried resisting, shaking your head away from him, but as soon as his hand grabbed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open, you finally complied. “How does it taste, hm?” He laughed, pulling it away and pressing it against your forehead as he stepped towards you. You sucked in the knot in your throat and started to bob your head up and down his shaft, jerking off the length that didn't fit your mouth. "God, that 'lil mouth of yours." He moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Such a better use for it when it's wrapped around my cock."
The same weapon he made you get off to was being held at your face to make you suck him off. Maybe you were a little fucked up to get so aroused by the thrill of getting hurt, maybe you did need help, like a coworker of yours said once. Your free hand pulled his pants down lower, grabbing his muscular thigh for support. He seemed to have enjoyed that as he moaned when your nails dug into his skin.
"Come here." He snatched your hand, walking backwards and pulling you forward, making you get on your hands and knees. He kneeled in front of you as König positioned himself behind you, easing his long fingers into your sopping cunt. When you opened your lips to moan, your mouth was filled with Ghost’s cock again. He pushed his shirt over his head, exposing himself fully to you, and that alone made your toes curl.
They were built like gods, every single aspect. Fat, veiny cocks that would usually make you drool watching porn, strong arms, wide shoulders, that slutty fucking waist. Fuck off, you were attracted to them. What could you even do? You’re already there, being finger fucked and having your mouth stuffed by two complete c̶r̶e̶e̶p̶s̶ strangers, you might as well enjoy it.
It doesn’t take long for you to feel a bulbous tip pressing against your entrance, pushing past it. “Relax.” König ordered, feeling your gushy walls squeezing hard. You weren’t used to that feeling, let alone with someone of his size. He pushed it in with a slow thrust, readjusting himself behind you so he could be closer. It was painful, yet addictive, but you needed him to move. He slowly started to mold you to accommodate his sheer size, moving just enough to turn you into a babbling mess, having your moans muffled by Ghost’s cock.
Your jaw was sore, but Ghost’s pace as he forced his dick into your throat made you fuck yourself back into König. His hips were smacking onto your ass, massive hands grabbing on the fat of your hips with full force, making you wince in pain as the thought of being marked by them crossed your mind.
When you thought your jaw couldn’t stand it anymore, Ghost pulled out, laughing at your fucked out face when you gasped for air. “Such a messy eater, ‘luv, you do enjoy putting that mouth to use, hm?” He said as he gave you small slaps. “You’d look so good with your face covered in cum, but I don’t want the fun to end just now.”
He stood up, stretching his back as he walked towards a table in the room. You tried paying attention, but the constant movement of König’s girthy shaft pushing you forward was overwhelming. Ghost got back with what it seemed to be a camera, and you immediately hid your face in the mattress. “Come on, honey, y’don’t like watching pornos, huh? Imagining it was you getting railed by those guys. Now you’re gonna star in one. Don’t ‘ya wanna get famous?”
“Please-” you sobbed, sinking further into the mattress, but it was useless. König yanked your head back, making you face the camera.
“God, fuck, look at you.” Ghost groaned, squeezing your tear, saliva and mascara stained face as his dick twitched upwards. “You’re so fucking pretty like this, so much prettier.”
“Please, pleaseplease-” You cried, shutting your eyes closed, only to have your mouth stuffed with Ghost’s large fingers. He’d lost the gun somewhere, you had only realized that now. One of König’s arms was thrown around you, hands finding your clit to rub circles on it, and the other one was entwined with yours behind your back, making you unable to move. Ghost grabbed your throat, filming your face as you got fucked brainless, König’s dick abusing your cervix repeatedly. He stepped back, filming your body entirely as a bulge grew on your stomach each time König thrusted. “Ahh- ahh. I’m going to..”
And just like an asteroid crash, an orgasm hits your body, making you shake and clench inevitably around him, leaving a white ring of arousal on the base of his cock.
Suddenly, you felt empty, sighing at the loss. Your world spun when König flipped you over, laying you on your back. He grabbed the camera and Ghost immediately lined himself with your entrance, lifting his mask just enough to expose your mouth and spit on your pussy.
Your vision was foggy from such a strong orgasm, stronger than what you could achieve alone, and your cheeks were so hot you could mistake them for the sun. Ghost’s length slid inside, and König was making it his goal to record every bit of it; your pussy swallowing his cock, the way you moaned when he started fucking you, holding your thighs to each side of your head. “Fu-uck, so. Fucking. Tight.”
König kneeled by your head, tapping the tip of his cock on your tongue and invading your mouth with all he could make it fit from this position. “Look at this greedy little throat of yours, taking my dick so well, mein liebchen.” He filmed your throat bulging with his size.
Ghost’s rapid pace was making you spiral again, his thumb massaging your sweet little bundle of nerves, increasing the knot forming in your stomach. With his free hand, he pressed your stomach, feeling himself inside you. The feeling was odd, irritating, and the fact you couldn’t voice that due to a monstrous dick making you gag was infuriating, and you struggled, hitting your hands on the mattress. But the thing that followed was nothing but a gut wrenching orgasm, your whole body spasming around his shaft and you were a whiney, crying mess. “For someone who didn’t want this you’re clearly enjoying it, aren’t ‘ya?” He asked, making you feel empty again.
König filmed your limp body before positioning the camera on the table, pointing towards the couch. He lifted you up from the mattress, almost too fucked out to function, barely even breathing and surely not able to stand on your own. He carried you to the couch, where he sat down and pulled you onto his lap, squeezing and slapping your butt. You wrapped your hands around his neck, burying your face in it as he made you sink your weight on his cock. You mewled an uncomfortable moan. “Shhh, mein blümchen, it’ll end soon, ja?”
Ghost positioned himself behind you, and you felt a cold fluid touching your butthole. “No, nononono-” you arched your back and tried to get rid of them, but König threw both arms around your neck, locking you in position.
Ghost’s fingers entered your empty hole and you winced in pain. “Stop squirming or it’ll be worse.”
“Please, not my ass, no.” You cried.
“Schatzen, don’t you think it’s fair, hm?” König squeezed your neck harder. “I took your pussy first, and he’ll take your ass. Now be a good girl and stop struggling. Maybe you can cum again one more time.”
“I’ll die before you rip another orgasm out of me.” You struggled to say, and he squeezed you tighter, you were sure he would snap your neck, maybe that way you could actually get some rest.
“Is that a challenge?” Ghost gnarled. As soon as he withdrew his fingers, you thought you had finally won something, but he soon replaced them with his cock.
König let go of you, grabbing your waist to finally move you onto his dick as you've been cockwarming him for the whole interaction. He groaned, feeling you getting tighter with Ghost's length inside of your ass. You sank your face in the crook of his neck, licking and sucking at his skin. You felt the sharp growing beard in his face grazing your cheek, and he lifted the mask just enough to let it rest on his nose.
Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck was he pretty. Handsome. Spectacular. Defined jawline, beautiful fucking nose. Scar cutting his lips. He was divine. His mouth was inviting, so, so inviting as he looked at you with a pussy drunk stare, mouth slightly ajar. Fuck it. Your own mouth was salivating at his sight.
You kissed him desperately, sucking his tongue then biting his bottom lip. You had almost forgotten about the pain of getting both holes stretched out by them. Ghost pulled his mask up to his nose too, bending over your body to mark up your neck.
If you thought König's tongue was heavenly, it was clearly before Ghost was sucking and playing with your neck as they rutted their throbbing cocks into you. "Told 'ya it'd ease down, darling." He whispered as he finally heard your moans again.
"Fuck off-" your sentence was cut off with König's large palm slapping your face, immediately leaving a mark. He grabbed it, then pulled his mask back down.
"Show some fucking respect, slut." He said between gritted teeth. "'Ya need some sense fucked into you? Wasn't this enough?"
His eyes darkened and he growled at how good your pussy clenched around him. You shook your head, looking down in embarrassment. Ghost played with your tits, pinching your nipples between his fingers as you bounced up and down. His mouth traveled down from your neck to your shoulder, where he left a pretty fucked hickey.
"Wanna take care of her ass?" Ghost asked, getting a hum in response. "Come here, darling." He sat on the couch, pulling you on his lap, just like you previously was on König's.
You sit on his dick, arching your pretty ass in the air to have König brutally shoving his cock into your gaped hole, muttering curses in german. Ghost's pace wasn't also so friendly, but it felt like the world spun on its axis when you looked at his face. Jesus fucking Christ. This man was something else.
Maybe that's why his tongue was so good on your neck, look at that pretty mouth of his, all at mercy for you.
You kiss him feverishly, tongue invading his mouth as you memorized his flavors. God he was a good kisser. You wondered how his head game would be, if he'd let his tongue flat, lick you like ice cream on a cone as you drip down his fingers.
Their cocks are hitting your spots just right, and you can feel something building up again, the coil you swore you wouldn't have again. Orgasming right now would make them get all cocky and raise their ego.
Fighting against it was like pouring gasoline on a fire. With all the thrusts, all the kisses, all the bruises, you finally collapsed. You screamed as you came, wetting the poor Ghost who was beneath you. "Such a filthy slag you are. Look at you, pet, can't stop yourself from cumming and making a mess on our cocks. You're so sick for enjoying this, but you can't stop it, can 'ya? Can't stop yourself from liking this."
Ghost's words were quick, his gaze was locked on your eyes as he worked his hips upwards. You can tell he's been holding his breath for a few seconds when you feel your pussy getting full of his cum. You were too in trance to complain.
"Gonna fill you up real good, mein schatz. Tell me how bad you want it." König said, but as he met with silence, his arms crossed in front of you, holding you in a headlock. "Tell me how fucking bad you want it, tell me you want my fucking cum inside your ass."
"Please…" you screamed. "Please, please cum inside me. I'm your good little slut, I am, I promise. I'll take it all."
You couldn't even believe the words spilled from your mouth like a waterfall, you didn't mean to. His thrusts became erratic, and in the final one, he came. He came so hard inside your ass, so thick that it dripped from your ass down to your pussy, meeting with Ghost's cum.
König quickly grabbed the camera and filmed your cum covered pussy and your gaping holes, desperate after being fucked senseless by their dicks. Cum dripped down to Ghost's crotch, and your body finally shut down.
From what you knew, you were cleaned, it seemed like they cared after you, giving you a shower. You could only remember glimpses of it, as most of your vision was blacked out. Right now, whoever this chest was, it was the perfect place to finally sleep.
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