FRANCIS MOSSES 交ć ââ `` DARK CONTENTďšmonsterfucking. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis. handjob. no protection + preparation. overstimulation. âś IN WHICH you unknowingly let the wrong francis inside.
the prospect of you being firedâor worse, being put in a cellâwas incredibly likely. enthusiasm of the milkmanâs arrival being your final entry request for the day lead to your upcoming demise.
it shouldnât be on you, both the blame and responsibility. the given identity document had indistinguishable information, merely an artistâs mistake as you finally realize that his eyebrows were just a tad thicker. his eyes were a bit too lively for the real francis.
realization dawned on you a second too late as you feel cold, but strangely simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar hands grab you from behind. before you could reach the rotary phone to contact the D.D.D., he grabbed your wrist and spun your chair around to face him.
francis, or so you thought, had a gentle smile plastered on his face but you knew better to tell that his intentions were far from truly kind. âdonât tell me you were actually going to let them kill me,â your jaw tightened, gaze hardening into a glare. he chuckled, hands landing on the armrests, so dangerously close to yours that were balled in fists to prevent yourself from punching his face.
when you didnât respond, he continued. leaning in as he shook his head with a scoff, âaw, câmon. . .we both know that youâre too much of a good sweetheart, yeah? please donât try that again.â his saccharine voice was improbable, a subtle take of a threat behind his tone.
âyouâre gullible enough to think iâd do that for you.â the tension between you was palpable, a thin thread that threatened to break at the tip of his finger. his lips pouted, sadness in his untrue eyes. âme? but youâre the one who let me in here,â he laughed, tone rather arrogant, âand i should thank you for that.â
if he were the real francis, you probably would have been making out with him by now. this doppelgänger was awfully confident, you wish you could break him. see tears fall down to his round cheeks, lips trembling as pleas tumbled out of his pretty lips.
these thoughts were idiotic. but fuck, he was near enough to the milkman, the clueless neighbor who could care less about it all. âwant me to spare you? orââ you cut him off, lips connecting with his. francis was surprised, but welcomed it nonetheless. his hand came up to your neck, sliding towards your hair. groaning as he gently, almost experimentally, tugged at it. tongue met tongue, a clash of saliva and mess. you bit onto his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan.
âmmph, and here i thought you hated me.â he grinned, panting, âwhat gave you that idea?â you place a kiss on his chin, âbecause you tried to get rid of me, and the fact that. . .iâm not him.â grabbing his hips, he let out a yelp. he scrambled to hold onto your shoulders for dear life, gasping when he felt your teeth graze against his neck. âseems like iâve struck a nerve, huâhaah, fuck!â
a lewd moan had escaped him, your teeth sinking into his flesh. it was far from gentle, biting him like you wanted to see him bleed. he was simply a doppelgänger that you stupidly let in, after all.
the pink muscle settled in your mouth lapped at the bite, cueing francis to whimper at the sensation. he moved closer on your lap, grinding against your crotch. the action couldâve been mistaken for something relating to a dog; for he seemed like a bitch in heat. quite uncharacteristic for his kind. âyouâre pathetic, mosses.â
francis, beyond belief, was affected by the use of the stolen surname more than you anticipated. his hips trembled, âthatâs, haah, not my fault. you made me like this. fucking aâ ah! doppelgänger, really? theyâd surely coâ come for you next.â his cock twitched, spilling pre-cum that formed a wet patch on his boxers. you were a lowly human, another one to get rid of, so why does he feel this way?
silence was met with his words. not until you pull down his pants, taking off what was left until his lower half was bare to you. âoh yeah? youâre letting me fuck you,â your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, giving a single stroke, âyouâre not even trying to fight back against me, honey.â
he whined, beginning to selfishly rut into your palm. âwhat were you going to say?â francis doesnât respond and you twist your wrist, a cry slipping from him. you asked on a whim, wishing to hear what he planned besides allowing you to carry on with your life. âi-i donât know!â your thumb presses down on his slit, causing him to wrack his brain to remember. âah, ah, i meant to ask if you wa- want me to kill you right heâ hmmng!â his voice wobbled as if he was fearful, tears in his eyes and heâs suddenly ethereal.
âdo you still want to do that? to end my life?â
âno, no, please, i didnât mean it.â
you tease the vein that ran on his shaft, never failing to witness the face he makes when heâs within the depths of pleasure; of that high he never dared to reach. oh, if only if it was francis mosses. the real one, the one youâre so curious about, the one who your eyes like to linger on a bit too long for comfort. your pace picks up, palm slick with his pre-cum and the roomâs sinful with his sobs and arousal.
francis moans under his breath, âiâm cumming-!â he warns a second too late, hips bucking as the familiar fluid splatters across your fingers. the doppelgänger was your very own legendary mona lisa with how his face is painted with all shades of red.
when you swipe your thumb over his tip, he swore he had a glimpse of the deity he didnât have the conscience to worship.
beliefs were foolish; it was his opinion. with that, he thought you were the one insane. doppelgängers arenât flawed with such imperfections like humans are. he didnât need to be prepared for situations similar to this, and you used his inhumanity for your pleasure.
âughm, agh!â you had wordlessly given your cock a few pumps, no more than that before slipping inside of his tight hole. the tiniest beginning of guilt threatened to engulf you with shame, but why should you allow it? his mere purpose and intention was to murder.
his hole spasmed around you, freely welcoming the intrusion. maybe they were quite useful after all. he whined, his insides tingling with the stretch. the doppelgänger has never felt so full, or genuinely anything, for that matter. âpleaseâfuck, move already, damnit.â he, himself, was breathless.
how could you deny him?
your hands grasped his hips tightly, like you wanted to indent a marking into his flesh. cold emanated from your palms, contrasting to the heat licking at his cheeks. heâs lighter than youâd expect, hole gripping you as if he was a fleshlight. lifting him up, your tip was held onto. heavenly; as the way he wrapped around you was undeniably heavenly.
sensing his apparent impatience, you let him crash down on you. a broken gasp-of-a-moan occupied the air, globs of pre-cum building on his slit. âyeah, fuck me like that,â he breathed, instructions hazily clear to your sex-deprived brain. his ass slapped, slapped, slapped against you. shit, the D.D.D. surely ought to give you a punishment worse than death for this.
he clung onto you, both with his arms and entrance. you donât think you could really get enoughâas vague as this memory could get. your tip brushes against his prostate with each harsh thrust, slick sounds adding onto the cotton pressed into his little head, forming static and nothing else to focus on besides your cock pounding into him. âyouâre liking this- ahngm! right? like how good i feel? haa, needed your dick in me sâ bad. . .â
he pushed his hips forward, grinding on your cock as he purposely clenched. âthaaaatâs it, sweetheart. think âm gonna keep you.â
yeah, letâs hope your neighbors forgive you for indulging in him.
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đŤđŹđ¨đťđŻđŽđ¨đşđ´.đŞđśđ´ âGHOST, KĂNIG
ghost x fem!reader x kĂśnig || WC: 3,852
đ¤ SYNOPSIS. the dark web was a place every sane person stayed away from. too many horror stories and dark content that barely a few dared to venture in. but youâd rather not be anywhere else than in the hands of two masked strangersâŚ
đ¤ WARNINGS. dubcon, kidnapping, drugging, sadism, voyeurism, bondage (blindfolding, ropes, torture), sex toys, livestream sex, manhandling, exhibitionism, forced creampie, mind break, double penetration, mask kink, impact play.
HORRORLAND/KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
[HAUNTED HOUSE ANNOUNCER] You are now entering the Deathgasm live venue. This haunted house attraction depicts scenes of violence, intense loud audio, special effects, and content warnings posted. For a fun and safe experience, please follow our code of conduct: no touching live performers and decorations, no flash photography, and no eating. Do not block passageways, or this will result in expulsion. Smoking and drinking are permitted for our haunted houses only. We hope you enjoy.
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The last time you ever saw broad daylight was ripped apart before your eyes.
It was just a relaxing morning stroll. You were always, always aware of your surroundings, especially during the night. But you shouldnât have underestimated what happens in the day. Things became unsettling when you noticed a white van lurking in your peripheral vision, feeling your skin crawl and your body tense up with paranoia when the doors opened.
At first, you thought you were overthinking about it. Stop being so fucking paranoid, you scolded to yourself. Maybe theyâre just contractors or something. Nothing sketchy at all.
You just kept walking that day continuing to embrace the warmth of the sun, sometimes looking over your shoulders just to be sure. But that unsettling, turmoil gut-feeling just couldnât go away. As if you really were being followed. As if that van parked all the way out here for you.
âQuickly.â
It wasnât until in just half a heartbeat, a brawny, masked man clung his arm around you, rendering you motionless as he presses a cloth over your nose and your mouth. With all your strength you tried to fight back and escape his grasp but your struggle was to no avail. Your screams were muffled and your vision grew hazy, causing your eyes to flutter as your numb body was pulled backwards, backwards, and backwards... And that was when your world was swallowed away by darkness.
âShh, shh⌠We got you now. Weâll be taking care of you now...â
ââŚTold you sheâd be easy, Ghost. Weâll have her all to ourselvesâŚâ
On that sinister day, you were the one with the shiny price tag. A beautiful woman walking all alone near a remote area, suddenly kidnapped by two masked men in a white van who had special, ominous plans for you. You could hear their conversations reverberating in your head, trying to register what the hell even happened. With your body temporarily limp and weakened, you could still feel the sensation of their caresses all over you.
Usually kidnappers would be so aggressive handling their female victims. At least, in the movies youâve seen. The men would rush and scamper out of impatience and impulse as they tie their victims up, desperate to get down to business like it was their last meal on Earth. And even though your brain was foggy, you could register that you were being downed by a drug and abducted. Yet, it all felt⌠oddly tantalizing.
There was no rush. No sign of impulse nor rough treatment from these mysterious masked men. Instead of this predator-prey dynamic, instead of fear and terror seizing every fiber of your being, the men handled your motionless body like having a cupped hand of water, that not a drop would enter gravity's pull. In the back of a van, you laid on a blanket as gloved hands roamed about your skin, your waist, your face, your thighs⌠The men cut off your clothes with scissors, ever so gently trying not to hurt you. With your hazy eyes drifting side to side, you caught glimpse of one of them holding rope and the other holding your arms above your head.
âLook at her. So fucking cute when sheâs all spaced out like thatâŚâ
âSheâs so obedient for us already. Youâre gonna be a perfect little pornstar for us, arenât yaâ?â
âŚPornstar?
Before you knew it, your heavy eyes started to sulk. You were slowing down while the world around blurred, completely losing your coherence as the masked men moved you around like a lifeless doll. You couldnât stop sighing, babbling nonsense, and whimpering when their large hands just couldnât keep off of you, hanging your wrists on some metal hook attached to the vanâs ceiling so they could caress your body. Your numb legs were then spread open, revealing the soaked fabric of your panties that you heard one of them coo in your ears. You whined when one of them slid their hand down to toy with your slit, aching and so swollen, out of your own fear and arousal. It was futile to even try and close your legs from this violation, yet the heat pooling in between was saying otherwiseâŚ
âFuck, sheâs already so wet just by being tied up. Makes me wanna take her here right now.â
ââŚWe have to go now, KĂśnig. Just keep playing with her clit until she falls asleepâŚâ
The anticipation from such a forbidden desire worsened the ache in your cunt. At this fleeting moment you didnât know what exactly you wanted anymore; how to choose what was good or what was bad for you. Your foggy brain couldnât even articulate anything except this writhing sensation, this urge to submit yourself and melt onto the manâs chest just to let him use you. Encircling his fingers on your throbbing clit that you were bashfully moaning and whining, knowing that they were getting off to a pathetic, brainless, helpless woman whoâs good for nothing but a fuckâŚ
It was too bad that before you could even build up your orgasm, you were already passed outâŚ
â⌠And weâre live. Wake her up.â
You had no idea how long youâve been out. At least your coherence was starting to gauge, but your body was still weakened and frail from the drug. You struggled to open your debilitated eyes, vision hazy and blurry as if you hit your head. And when you tried to move, your wrists were still bound above your head.
Your breathing grew rapid, eyes darting every corner as you were scanning the new environment. Tied in a darkened room with red lighting, followed by a camera on a tripod right in front of you. Your mind immediately thought of this setup as a sex dungeon, hence the chains on the walls and a bed neatly made behind you. Recalling what had happened earlier, you tried to look for the men in masks, creating noises by dangling the metal hook above you and whimpering to let them know youâre awake. But as far as you could tell, you couldnât make out any other presence lingering in the roomâŚ
Your heart was a pounding loud drum in your chest. Panic scorches in your brain, but your touch-starved body betrays your inhibitions⌠You were completely naked, exposing yourself in front of the camera. In your mouth, a red ball gag pooling with drool that dripped down to your stomach and on the floor. Your legs were free from the rope, however, you were on your tippie toesâ the rope holding your wrists were too high that it was a struggle to relax them or youâd injure yourself. Dangling on rope, gagging and drooling on a ball, naked in front of a camera that you assumed to be recording already⌠how much more lewd could this be?
A gloved hand emerging from the shadows makes you flinch as it caresses you from behind. Your skin tingled when you felt the manâs body heat transmit onto your back, hearing him breathe deeply. You were able to study him up closeâ an alluring, mysterious man wearing a balaclava with a skull design, recalling him being called âGhost.â Another pair of gloved hands greet you by massaging your breasts, your body immediately succumbing to this white-hot wave of sensation, desperate to be handled like this that more heat pooled between your legs. You turn your head and meet his gaze; piercing, forest green eyes and a draped mask, the other man with the German accent known as âKĂśnig.â
âYouâre not gonna struggle and try to resist us, are you?â Ghost teased, his voice so intoxicating than any alcohol youâve ever consumed. He had this husky, sultry British accent; something youâve never expected coming from a stranger like him. It only turned you on more.
You shake your head at him meekly, replying with a faint moan when he suddenly grips your ass. Ghost immediately catches the doe-eyes you gave him, the right kind of heat and lust pooling in your eyes. This was all so, so wrong⌠to be abducted and chained in the dark, to be turned on by strangers in tactical gear who drugged you and had sinister plans for you⌠But yet, you couldnât fight this brain-fazing sensation from the anticipation quivering inside, wondering what was going to happen to you as you were in the hands of these men. And your aching cunt couldnât stop furtively pounding and throbbing, having to hold back a whimper from how needy and slutty you really were...
âGood girl,â Ghost praised as he held your face with one hand. âTonight, everything we do to you is gonna be livestreamed. Youâre not here just to please usâ youâll have to please our audience, too. You like being shown off, pretty girl?â
âMhm.â You nodded like you were already made for this, allowing what your body was secretly ravenous for. A little enthusiasm, but also bashfulnessâ the epitome of submission. Perhaps deep down, you adored being showed off; basking in the limelight of being a free use in front of thousands of strangersâŚ
KĂśnigâs hand slithers down your back and onto your ass, yelping when he spanked it so abruptly that it left a throbbing sting. Your back involuntarily arched and when his fingers just fit right in between your thighs, chafing your swollen, wet cunt that it was hard holding back your pathetic whines and moans.
âGetting off to this already?â he coaxed, now increasing the speed of his fingers teasing your folds that you threw your head back on his shoulder. Immediately writhing on his fingers playing with your swollen clit, unable to respond properly when Ghost wrapped his hand around your throat.
âThey wanna hear you scream,â Ghost muttered into your ears, slightly smirking under his mask. âYou canât be enjoying all this without a little bit of pain.â
As much as you wanted to resist, you couldnât. The panic and anticipation spiraled into shameless arousal. Without warning, KĂśnig eased two of his fingers knuckles deep inside your wet cunt so easily, thrusting insanely fast that your eyes fell half-lidded, convulsing around his fingers hitting that spot that made you squirm. Shamelessly spreading your legs as Ghost kept playing with your tits, squeezing both of your nipples so tight that your loud squeal reverberated off the walls of the room.
That mix of pleasure and pain; youâd be lying to yourself if you truly enjoyed it⌠It was torturous, it was too brutal to endure, but your skin was flashing hotter than ever, your clit throbbing erratically with a heartbeat of its own. KĂśnig felt his cock stirring in his suit, getting off to your helpless state that he thrusted his fingers so hard, curling them to abuse your g-spot. Denying your own orgasm was painfully inevitable. The two men could see it pooling in your eyes like it was unobtainable, watching your body constantly squirming under their touches.
âYou think she deserves to come?â taunted Ghost.
âWeâll make her come as many times as she can. Even if she canât handle it.â You could feel KĂśnigâs other hand slithering down to your inner thigh as if he was about to grab it, leaning in to whisper in your ear, âAnd weâre not gonna fucking stop no matter how many times you beg. Youâre our little fucktoy now and youâre gonna be treated just like one.â
Lust speared through you from their words. The men were unpredictable in their own sinister ways; it caught you off guard from the way KĂśnig abruptly lifted your left leg and held it in the air as Ghost takes a vibrator onto your clit. Fingers still fucking into your cunt and your sensitive clit getting overstimulated had you yanking the rope, your body writhing and squirming that they tell you to âshut the fuck up and take it,â and forced you in place. Electric sensations skyrocket through you before you could even register it all, your glossy eyes welling with tears and your face all ravished and wanton beyond comprehension.
Never have you been so turned on you couldnât see straight. It was a fleeting second after you realize your orgasm had already washed over you, your hips stuttering like a riptide from this delirious torment. Knowing that there were thousands of strangers getting off to this, getting off to a helpless slut tied up and tortured by masked men that canât do anything except enjoy it, you basked in it. Forced multiple orgasms, stinging pain, lewd noises, and loud screams⌠this was all related to the dark web youâve been hearing recently.
After collecting yourself, a wave of clarity hit you so suddenly that things were starting to make sense. There were recent kidnappings of women who were found later on a livestream website called Deathgasm.com, where numerous videos of gangbangs with these women and masked men in tactical gear are recorded live. They take place in either the back of a van or in a dark room, which viewers assume as a sex dungeon.
You couldnât hold back anymore. As sick and twisted this was, your body couldnât help but succumb to this indescribable feeling of pleasure and torture. There were even times out of curiosity youâd search the site and realize how attractive the men in masks and tactical gear are. Toying and playing with a tied up woman who also secretly succumb to this, their quivering fear and terror surrendering into arousal and tantalization. Having no choice but to orgasm over and over even though itâs too much, looking into the menâs faces with lingering dark anonymity and their brawny, large bodies looming over them just to fulfil their filthy, dark plans. And you would not trade this for anything in the world.
Perhaps you adored being showed off. Basking in the limelight of being used like a fucktoy and watched by strangers online that are fucked up in the head, like an exhibitionist. Or maybe youâve been brainwashed to even think this wayâ maybe you just have little, fucked up fantasies of your own... It didnât even matter anymore; your thoughts became mush when Ghost and KĂśnig suspended you up in the air this time, your wrists and ankles bound behind you with your legs also tied apart. The gag was finally off but a blindfold had covered your eyes, not being able to tell whoâs who and what the men plan to do to you now.
You were already a mess; strings of saliva and drool hanging off your chin that dripped onto KĂśnigâs cock, slowly easing it in your widened mouth. It was Ghostâs turn to play with your pussy and ass, moaning and yelping when he spanked your cheeks so harshly. Nothing could compare to this amount of excitement pounding in your pussy, practically whining on Konigâs fat cock in your mouth as Ghost kept teasing you.
To describe the comments in the live chat as obscene is an understatementâ the men were greedy, ravenous, filthy. Shamelessly admitting their own raunchy, fucked up scenarios with you tied up like that. Degrading you like a worthless whore, admiring your body and pussy thatâs good for fucking, or sending money to get Ghost and KĂśnig to fulfill their requests:
[ $20 ] both of you fuck her pussy and ass at the same time. stretch out that tight asshole
[ $25 ] carve the word âslutâ on her thigh i want that bitch bloody and screaming in pain
[ $22 ] make her squirt i wanna see that pussy juice all over the camera lens
And though you couldnât read the comments or see the camera, you just indulged into this and presented yourself as a horny, free-use slut thatâs made for fucking. You can feel Ghostâs cockhead brushing the folds of your cunt, coating it with your juices. KĂśnig thrusted his cock straight inside your throat that it was too much for you to handle, gagging and moaning pathetically as Ghost kept teasing you it felt like utter torture. But that blissful feeling blossoming in your stomach was saying otherwiseâŚ
You were so desperate for more friction; Ghost took sick pleasure in seeing you like this, writhing and bucking your hips for him to slide inside your cunt already. When he finally eased his cock so deep, you were given no warning as he pounded so hard and rough into you. The sensation of your cunt getting stretched out from his size, grabbing your hips and pulling you back and forth on his cock... You were a wrecked mess already; your face streaked with tears, your chin dripping with drool, and your skin all slick and sweaty. The thought of being reduced to a free use fuck-slut that thrives off from only cock and orgasms as you were suspended mid-air⌠you could no longer think for yourself anymore.
âLook at you. Getting all dumb and brainless over our cocks,â Ghost cooed, harshly spanking your ass. âYou like being our little pornstar? Knowing that a bunch of strangers online jerk off to you being used like this?â
Your eyes roll into the back of your skull as the men kept pounding and thrusting, hearing KĂśnig pant heavily and Ghost grunt when you kept squeezing ever so tightly around him. In just a minute, another orgasm. But that didnât stop Ghost mercilessly pounding into you like an animal gone wild and KĂśnig fucking your throat so relentlessly. Your screams and moans form into gags urging out, drips of precum and drool seeping on your chin that KĂśnig smeared all over your glossy face. The more they sensed that you were taking pleasure from all this, the more brutal they were with you.
It felt like you were in the air for hours as the men switched around and took turns. Your cunt was becoming overly slick with the copious amounts of cum that was being pumped into it, some left on your ass and some dripping onto the floor. Even when they werenât inside you, the continual pounding and the oozing cum throbbed in your walls. You still couldnât see anything and you were still bound. It wasnât until your eyes started feeling heavy again and your body fell numb; the men didnât like that.
âWe didnât say you could fucking sleep,â KĂśnig chided as he harshly grabbed your face and slipped off the blindfold.
âThat drug is still hitting you, huh?â teased Ghost as he messing around with the ropes that held you in the air. âFor that, weâll make her do the work this time. Untie her and get her on top of me on the bed so sheâll ride me. Leave her arms tied only.â
You couldnât protest, for your words started to slur and your mouth was only used for moaning pathetically. Once KĂśnig brought you down from the air, he shoved you onto the bed, holding your legs in the air as Ghost laid underneath you. There was another camera facing the bed that you noticed, the light burning into your retinas as you stare into it. Although you were half awake, a weak smile stretches on your lips, wanting to the viewers know how prideful you were of this and how good Ghost and KĂśnig make you feel.
When Ghost slowly settled inside your ass, youâve felt a stirring sensation in your stomach. Never have you thought about losing your anal virginity so soon, but it had you throwing your head back and whining. He had the ball gag from before in his hands and wrapped it back around your opened mouth, telling you to keep staring into the camera and ride him like the dirty, messy slut that you are. With your feet on the bed and your legs spread, you slowly settle down on his cock, eyebrows furrowed and your body contorting from how intense it all felt.
You knew that you didnât wanna go painfully slow; you wanted Ghost to feel good as well. To the point where heâd finally hold your hips in the air and fuck his cock into your ass and KĂśnig can finally slide himself in your pussy, overstimulating you so greatly. It was hard to keep balance with your hands bound behind your back and your staggering strength. But you kept telling yourself that this was all that you wanted, grinding your hips and bouncing your ass up and down, emitting juddering grunts from Ghost.
âKeep your legs spread open for me,â KĂśnig ordered. âShow to the camera how good you take two cocks inside of you.â
Before you knew it, you were sandwiched between the two masked men, filling your holes and stuffing you harshly. Sitting on Ghostâs cock as your legs were wide open, letting them both pound into you⌠You lost the feeling of stability in your entire body, your inhibition being taken over by the desperate sensation of cock. It broke your mind, but that was what you craved for. It was pure euphoria, rapturing you in a burning enticement that you were bound in. Nearly knocked out of air, your vision becomes hazy as Ghost and KĂśnig fucks you through your third orgasm, past the point where you're crying two octaves higher than you're used to.
such a hot fucking slut taking both dicks
i wish i could fuck her cunt and put that dumb bitch in her place
how many times did she come already đ
You enjoyed it. You enjoyed it all. The mind-wrecking, the overstimulation, the humiliation, the pain, the thought of being watched and masturbated to by perverts⌠It felt as if your life had been reformed. You were now a slutty whore that was good for nothing but a fuck. A depository for cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. Your cunt was now battered and bruised, ass stinging and throbbing from being slapped multiple times, and both of your holes stretched and aching from how deep and rough they fucked you out. All those sensitive, velvet tissues that should never see the light of day, for they were property of Ghost and KĂśnig only. Your poor cunt couldnât stop flexing over nothing, yearning for that feeling of fullness again.
The next few hours after you were done being used, you were tied up in a strappado position with a vibrating dildo tied to your cunt. Left alone in the dark with the camera still on and recording, still blindfolded and gagged. Forced orgasms over and over, stranded like this throughout the rest of your days and nights until they felt like using you again. From what Ghost told you, the viewers seemed to favor you. They wanted to see more of you on Deathgasm, never to return to your old life and remain a free-use.
âNext time, Iâll make it hurt real good for you,â he forewarned before. âThey can watch and cum as many times as they please, but you⌠You only cum for me now.â
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BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE. miguel o'hara
description. if you're not his to have, why do you look like the one he has loved? why do you spread your legs and whine and moan for him?
includes. DARK CONTENT 18+, DUBCON & CNC ELEMENTS (it's complicated fr), SMUT 18+, slightly angsty but mostly filfthy smut, fem!reader, massive size kink, dacryphilia, p n v, oral (fem receiving), animalistic miguel (fangs and claws included), possessive miguel, reader is a variant of miguel's late wife, reader's miguel is dead, slight dumbification, power play, cervix kissing, brief mention of paralyzing reader unwillingly, told from miguel's pov (still 2nd person), creampies, like 3 spanish pet names (author does not speak spanish)
wc: 5.5k+
fanart creds to @shuploc
â kinktober masterlist
He stalks his prey from the window.Â
The house looks the same. Thereâs not much dust anywhere, thereâs still four seats at the kitchen table and the still slightly cluttered island, the couches are the same worn in set. He canât tell what the floorboards are like from outside, but he figures that thereâs still the scratches from young Gabriella, or the times he dragged his luggage across the living room instead of picking it up like you wanted him too.Â
He wonders if the kitchen has the one mixed matched knob on the furthest left cabinet like his house does. He remembers the time he underestimated his anger fueled strength, leading to the custom made knob being ripped off the wood. He remembers how upset you were for a second, mourning the loss, and then the flare of lust in your eyes as you looked at him.Â
You look the same.Â
A little thinner, clothing a little more muted than before, but youâre still you.Â
Even though he knows youâre not the woman he married.Â
And heâs not the Miguel you married.Â
But youâre still his wife.Â
He notices you wear your wedding ring, the band accompanying it, and he notices youâre wearing the necklace he got you for your first anniversary. So much is the same that he finds it hard to believe heâs in a different universe. Heâs finding it hard to believe that he wasnât supposed to be here.Â
But the confusion on your face when you open the door quickly reminds him.Â
It takes a while for you to calm down from the hysterics. He makes you your favorite tea, marveling, because this is the same, too. He rubs your back when you start to inch more towards him than away. He coos in your ear lovingly, calling you the sweet pet names that you always responded to.Â
And when your cheeks are dried just enough, Miguelâs lips are on yours.Â
He meant to lead more up to it. He didnât even think he came here for this. But you smell like you and you look like you and you feel like you and Miguel just couldnât take it anymore.Â
You stall in the kiss, freezing against him, but Miguel continues. He knows you love him. He knows youâre as eager to see him as he is to see you. And he knows you want him as much as he wants you.Â
You kiss him tentatively at first, and Miguel slows to let you set the pace. He follows your lead, gently connecting his lips with yours, a hand rising to cup your cheek. He slides his palm towards your head to stick his fingers tips in your roots, digits separating around your ear. Itâs shocking almost, how his hand envelopes your entire cheek; fingers spread close to your eye all the way down to your jaw.Â
And itâs with this ââ and your hands going to his shoulders ââ that Miguel realizes just how much bigger than you he is. He almost dwarfs you in comparison, having both stature and structure over you.Â
The thought makes him animalistic.Â
He groans into the kiss, his other hand cupping your other cheek, and he canât take it slow much longer. He kisses you aggressively, noses smashing together before he tilts his head, and even then his nose digs into your cheek.Â
You hum, slightly apprehensively, and Miguel feels your eyebrows furrow. Your hands lay over his, and he thinks youâre going to push him away. He prepares himself.Â
But you donât.Â
You keep kissing him, movements still slow so you donât move in time like you should.Â
But Miguelâs forgiving.Â
He takes one of his hands away to slide it down your back, rough palm rubbing against the worn in fabric of your crewneck. It fits you a little big, Miguel remembers from when he came in, and he wonders if itâs his. The him from here, smaller due to the lack of necessity to go out in a Spiderman suit.Â
The envy that he feels makes him aggressive. This time he growls.Â
Miguel fists the back of your shirt, using his grip to pull you impossibly closer, and itâs with this movement that you pull back.Â
He chases your lips, and you let him kiss you once, twice, and Miguel goes for a third time until your lips pull from his with a smack.Â
âMiguel âŚâ you say, voice uneasy, a little shy. Not like his wife but he remembers that youâre not his wife.Â
Heâs instantly apologizing, fear rising in his chest. âIâm sorry. Am I too much?â
Your smile is soft and comforting. Miguel quickly feels at ease and he suddenly wants to cry. Just the effect youâve always had on him.Â
âNo. Youâre never too much for me. Iâll always want you. Always.âÂ
And thatâs the same too. His eyes soften for a second, widening as his eyebrows lift. He searches your gaze for the look, the one that tells him you want this, that this is where you want the night to go. Because he doesnât know if thatâs what you mean.Â
But you smile gently, you nod, you bite down onto your bottom lip, and Miguel knows.Â
His body engulfs yours.Â
You lay there, small in structure, but also in nature, too. You look shy, timid, intimidated by the large man above you. Which does nothing but hardens the prominent length between Miguelâs legs.Â
He likes that he has this above you. He likes that your safety, your pleasure, your comfort, all relies on him.Â
Most of all, he likes how your legs spread for him, even though your mouth says something different.Â
âMiguel, I donât think we should do this. Youâre not my husband, youââ
âIâm not?â He dips down, teeth nipping at your neck. Itâs just his front ones this time. He licks the spot, kisses it. âAm I not your husband?âÂ
Your head shakes and your hands go to his shoulders.Â
âN ⌠No. Youâre not my Miguel. Youâre not the father of my child.âÂ
Miguel hisses and his chest flares with anger. He didnât need the reminder, not at a moment like this. He fists the sheets beside your head to calm himself, but when he nips you this time, itâs with his sharp canines. Itâs not strong enough to pierce your skin, maybe not even strong enough to sting.Â
You suck in a sharp breath anyway, realizing you did something wrong, and youâre quick to apologize, leaving Miguel to shut it down.Â
âDonât apologize, cariĂąo. Just be good for me, yeah? Let me feel you.âÂ
His free hand slides down between your legs, forcibly cupping your mound, pushing the heel of his palm into the area where your clit resides. You hiss, your back arching, but your hands push at Miguelâs shoulders.Â
âMig, this isnât right, this isnâtââ but heâs cutting you off, tired of hearing your excuses.Â
His lips kiss at the sensitive skin of your neck as he speaks, his mind racing with how soft your skin is, and how thin the layers truly are. If he wanted to, he could easily sink his fangs into you, claiming you forever.Â
He considers the thought as he chooses to gently press his lips into your skin instead.Â
âYou donât know how long Iâve wanted this. Missed you so much, beautiful. I need you.â Your sounds are soft, little breaths, almost mewls whenever Miguel sucks harder in a spot.Â
Itâs all music to his ears. It does nothing but fuels his desires more and more. He wants you louder, he wants you to whine and cry for him.Â
And Miguel has always been determined. Heâll do anything to reach his goal.Â
His middle and ring fingers separate from the rest on your mound to press between your lips, the pinky and pointer fingers spreading them so his middle fingers can settle between.Â
Your mouth falls open.Â
Miguel can tell when he hears the clearly audible breaths you let out that sound a lot more like panting than breathing.Â
âYou still make those pretty little noises, too, yeah?â He pulls his head out of the crook of your neck to look at you head on, brown eyes searching yours. If heâs reading you right, heâs noticing it all. Thereâs shock, some guilt, maybe a tiny bit of fear, but Miguel can clearly see the arousal in them.Â
He canât help but smirk, smug and overconfident as he tilts his head. âI wanna hear everything, okay? I need to hear how good I make you feel.âÂ
He leans down, forehead pressing against yours, and youâre so warm, nearly sweating even though Miguel has done absolutely nothing to bring you true pleasure. Your eyes close while his stay open, and Miguel takes a second to admire just how gorgeous you are.Â
He takes in all of the similarities; from your eyebrows, to your eyelashes, to your nose, to your lips. But itâs beside your lip that he notices something not right. You have a scar, deep enough to be visible, clearly healed, but itâs there. His eyebrows furrow, he gets possessive, he gets angry, because you werenât protected. Youâd gotten hurt, and he knows that if he were here, the Miguel above you not the other one, this wouldnât have happened.Â
So when Miguel presses his lips to yours, itâs soft at first. Gentle for a few moments as he tries to communicate the fact that this Miguel, while he might not be your husband or the father of Gabriella, is willing to be your protector all the same.
He wants to be more gentle with this entire ordeal, but you start to kiss him back and he loses it again. He starts to devour you, face a little scrunched as he pushes his lips against yours, moving with a pressure and pace that overwhelms you.Â
Your smaller hands fist at the fabric of his shirt, bunching the material up at his shoulders, pushing at them but Miguel barely even moves. Miguel understands that your reaction comes from the way heâs attacking your lips, but the more illogical part of his brain reasons that you want his shirt gone, so he pulls back long enough to yank the fabric over his head with one hand.Â
Itâs thrown off and into one of the clean corners of your bedroom, Miguelâs eyes quickly taking in just how clean the room is. He notices the lack of anything belonging to him, save for an old pair of sneakers that sit in the vicinity of his shirt.Â
Sadness overtakes him for a second, but then he hears your soft âwowâ and he turns back to you. Your eyes are tracing his exposed body, taking in his physique. Your hands reach out, hovering over his biceps before they rest fully upon them. Itâs amusing to Miguel, the way you squeeze the area and your eyes widen more.Â
Your heart starts to beat faster, Miguel can hear it in the silence of the bedroom, and when your eyes look at his again, he sees a bit of fear in them.Â
He tries not to have a positive reaction to the emotion, but he canât help it. Heâs entertained, thinking of how youâre finally realizing that Miguel is bigger than you. So much bigger. He can do whatever he wants at this moment, and you have to take it.Â
He doesnât know if youâre aware, but you fucking whimper. You sound like a terrified pet, facing danger inescapable to them.Â
Miguel reaches his free hand out, cupping your cheek just as his occupied hand starts to rub up and down your slit. Your lips part, your eyebrows push together, and Miguel smiles.Â
âIf you want me to stop, all you have to do is say it.âÂ
You know the code word, Miguel made sure of it before you reached the bedroom because he would never hurt you. Not if he could control it.Â
You just stare at him. Not saying anything. And Miguel subtly feels your hips shift to push further down, more into his touch.Â
He takes it as his go ahead.Â
He sits back on his haunches, all six feet and nine inches of him, his chest rising and falling with shallowly taken breaths as he eyes you beneath him.Â
Stripped of your shirt and shorts, wearing nothing but a clearly loved bra and a pair of printed cotton panties. Thereâs no manufactured bow in the center of them, and Miguel briefly wonders if you still have those. He thinks back to how youâd always pull them out for date nights, or nights where Gabriella wouldnât be home, and when heâd comment on them, hinting that you were surely expecting something, you said nothing, gently smiled, and turned towards the bathroom.Â
Miguel doesnât realize it, but heâs gotten lost just staring at this single garment. Your wiggling hips breaks him out of the trance and he slips his thick fingers beneath the elastic waistband of your panties and he starts to pull them down your legs.Â
The movement is awkward, a product of your refusal to work with him. Your legs are spread too far, you wonât close them enough to let Miguel slide your panties down, it fucking frustrates him. Heâs holding back a growl, his lips clamped shut in a thin line so he doesnât snarl.Â
âBaby, just close your legs a little, let meââ but his words are cut off as Miguel grips one side of your underwear with both hands, and then the fabric is broken into two.Â
A sharp gasp from you and your legs clamp shut. But Miguelâs not having any of that. His hands, palms rough against your soft skin, grips your knees, muscles barely flexing as he easily pulls your legs apart.Â
He briefly wonders if the lack of resistance comes from your own personal will, or if heâs just that much stronger than you. Either thought has Miguel feeling a little dizzy, his blinks slowing as your opened legs reveal a slickened cunt.Â
Pretty, glistening with your juices, evidence of how much your body wants him. He starts to salivate a little, his enhanced nose picking up on the aromatic scent coming from you.Â
Miguel barely realizes that itâs happening, but suddenly heâs leveled with your cunt and his breath is fanning against the most sensitive parts of you.Â
You jump, moving a little further up the bed and away from him, your escape futile when large hands drape over the tops of your thighs, pulling you back to him and pushing you down into the mattress simultaneously.Â
Miguelâs sure that the sound that escapes from your mouth wouldâve been a whimper if he hadnât decided that now was the time to lick a long stripe from the lowest point of your cunt, to the clit.Â
Itâs slow, a little torturous on his end, but itâs worth it with the reaction you give him.Â
Mouth dropping, eyes widening as your eyebrows attempt to meet in the middle, your hands fisting the sheets, your hips trying to pull away from him and get closer at the same time.Â
How reactive you are does nothing but excite Miguel.Â
He launches forward, head burying in your essence, his nostrils flaring as he takes deep inhales. He gets lightheaded for a second, the dizziness coming back, but he reminds himself to breathe when his nose bumps against your clit and he hears you take a deep inhale.Â
What follows is Miguel Oâhara behaving in a way that can barely be akin to a man, more akin to a beast, as he tries his best to devour you. The sounds are sinful; Miguelâs saliva combining with your wetness, his tongue uncoordinated as it plunges into your walls and comes back out to slurp the surrounding area.Â
This isnât his best work, and he wants to correct his technique to bring you more pleasure, but he canât get enough. Heâs like a man starved, attempting to consume a meal as if someoneâs waiting to take it away from him.Â
Briefly, heâs reminded that someone could take this all away. He canât stay for long, or else your universe could collapse. He shouldnât be here in the first place. But his greed, the very thing heâs displaying now, brought him here, completely on selfish desires.Â
Guilt attempts to cloak his being, but you whine and Miguelâs right back in it.Â
He lifts his mouth to wrap his lips around your clit. He sucks, once, twice, flattens his tongue to swirl the bud around, and then he bares his teeth, turns his head to the left, and his right fang gently connects with the sensitive nerve ending.Â
A little gasp comes from you. âFuck,â you whisper, and Miguel wouldnât have heard it if it werenât for his enhanced hearing.
Itâs a positive reaction, he figures, so he does it again. And again. And one more time before he has two fingers plunging into your walls, inching further in even as you heave.Â
âNot used to this, are you? Your little fingers havenât been cutting it. Need something bigger to fill you up.âÂ
Miguel lifts himself again, arm going to rest beside your head, body hovering over yours once more.Â
You donât say anything, but Miguelâs fine with that. The pads of his fingers are deep inside of you, theyâre massaging your walls, curled and reaching for the spot that Miguel still hasnât forgotten. He finds it after a little too long, and you try to stifle the sound by biting onto your bottom lip, but Miguel can see the pleasure.Â
It shows in your wide, pleading eyes. In your raised eyebrows. In your flared nostrils.Â
He smirks, proud of himself, and pays special attention there.Â
âThatâs it. There it is. âS all the same.âÂ
He kisses your cheek and his fingers slowly pull out, only to thrust back in, finding the area of that spot over and over again. It has you mewling, your legs spread, your body clearly enjoying it even though you pretend the opposite.Â
âMig, Miguel, please, I ⌠Iâm, itâs allâŚâ Youâre saying so much but so little. Little jumbles of words that preface something that never comes. He canât tell if youâre begging him to keep going or to stop. He doesnât know if he could stop even if he wanted to.Â
Not with the way youâre so obviously close.Â
One of your hands fling to wrap around Miguelâs wrist, and he fucking laughs when he sees that your pointer finger and thumb is miles apart, on opposites sides of his wrist.Â
âDonât know how youâre gonna take this cock, baby. So fucking tiny beneath me. âM gonna split you open.â The words are whispered in your ear, meant as a warning, maybe even a promise, but it feels borderline threatening coming through his bared teeth.Â
Your head turns away from him, your eyes squeeze shut, and youâre practically intelligible when you say, ââM close.âÂ
Itâs like Miguelâs been presented with a goal that could alter everything. He needs to make you come, this time being the first of many tonight.Â
He has a thirst that can only be satisfied by feeling your walls squeeze and flutter around his fingers.Â
He kisses your temple, his fingers speed up, and heâs encouraging you.Â
Not even a few moments later Miguelâs fingers are constricted. His hand lifts with your hips, his ears drink in the sounds you let out; little moans and huffs of air that youâre clearly trying to keep hidden. Which Miguel is fine with for now, because he knows in due time youâll be screaming around his cock, not even aware of the sounds that you make as you reside in complete ecstasy.Â
Youâre barely calmed down, the occasional twitch still in your legs, before youâre looking over at him.Â
He stands off to the side of the bed now, eyes on you as his thumbs dig into the elastic of his gray sweatpants. He tugs them down, watching your eyes trail down his body. He exhales, abs flexing with the breath, and your eyes get just a little wider.Â
But when his sweats are on the floor, and heâs stepped out of them, your eyes are low, lidded not just from the directional change, trained on the way his cock is straining against the stretchy fabric of his briefs.Â
He steps closer, hand cupping your cheek, head dipped as he looks at you.Â
âWould you like to do the honors?â A phrase heâs uttered frequently to you in this setting. Usually a wicked smile, and eager hands is your response.Â
Now, you tilt your head, assumingly letting the words translate in your head, and Miguel realizes that itâs really been a while since youâve had your Miguel.Â
When you understand, your hand reaches out to his boxers, but then it stops midway.Â
Miguel nods. âCome on, donât be shy.âÂ
Then your nails scratch at his lower abdomen, beginning to stick under the elastic.Â
âThere you go.â His eyes turn down, watching his crotch, watching your hand disappear beneath the fabric. They flutter shut when you wrap your hand around him.Â
The first touch is always the best for Miguel. He shudders, the feeling translating to a shaky breath.Â
He wants to keep his eyes closed, basking in the feeling of you starting to timidly stroke him, but he feels eyes on him, and thereâs nothing Miguel loves more than your eyes.Â
So he looks down at you, he watches you as your hand trails to the tip of his cock, thumb smearing the precum along the circumference to give you better slip.Â
Your hand glides up and down the expanse of Miguelâs cock, feeling him up, working him slowly.Â
It feels nice. But itâs not nearly enough.Â
Miguel takes the liberty to pull his briefs down his hips, the garment meeting the same fate as his pants.Â
Your hand is still around him, but your grip falters just a bit when his cock springs free.Â
Miguel watches your eyes size him up, taking in the sheer length and girth of him.Â
He can already predict what youâre going to say before you go.Â
âMiguel. Itâs not gonna fit.â
The fear returns to you. It shines in your eyes, flares in your chest, scrapes up your limbs and leaves goosebumps in its trail.Â
His head shakes. âItâll fit, amor. Iâll make sure it fits.âÂ
He wants the words to soothe you. He hopes the words will soothe you.Â
But as he situates himself between your legs, as he arranges your legs to lay over his, as he starts to line himself up, you look even more fearful.Â
Youâre clenched tight, itâs showing in your entire body, so Miguel rubs his thumbs along your hips, and he gives you what he thinks is a comforting look. He hasnât been able to contort his features into that look for a while now, and heâs sure that heâs out of practice, but it works.
Your eyes set on his face, they roam over his features, then they lock onto his eyes like meeting a target.Â
Thereâs an unspoken agreement for him to proceed.Â
So he does.Â
Youâre tight. Miguel knew you would be, but itâs still slightly unexpected. He canât help but hiss as the head starts to breach. Youâre tight.Â
âBaby. Let me in. Breathe.â
You try to do so, but itâs like no matter how many calming breaths you take, you get tighter as Miguel continues to push.Â
It gets to the point where Miguel has no choice but to keep going, hoping that his attempt at soothing words work as he buries himself to the hilt. Miraculously, itâs only then that you relax, the feeling of loosening alerting Miguel of the change.Â
He looks at your expression, satisfied to see your features slack, starting to morph into pleasure once more.Â
He starts to move, slow drags out and even slower pushes back in.Â
Theyâre intended to allow you room to adjust, to cease your whines and provide you comfort, in an alarmingly discomforting situation. Miguel thinks itâs working. You go mostly silent, he wrenches his eyes closed in pleasure, but they peel back open whenever he hears sniffles.Â
Itâs impossible for him to continue holding back when you look at him all pretty like this. Tears streaming down the sides of your face, pooling in your hair, salty liquid sticking your eyelashes together as you blink pathetically up at him.Â
Something tugs at him, telling him to give it his all.Â
So he does. He takes what he wants.Â
He takes what he deserves.Â
His snapping into yours with a force that sends you up the bed each time. He refuses to let you off the hook like this, hands gripping your hips, your soft and supple skin pinched between calloused fingers. You whine, crying out desperately as you push at Miguelâs hands.Â
He doesnât let up, believing that this is the only way to keep you close to him. Even if it hurts.Â
He gives you some reprieve, however, taking away one of his hands to slide up the back of your thigh. He hooks your limb over his hip, encouraging you to dig your heel into the dimples at his lower back. Itâs something the you that belongs to him wouldâve done, and thereâs a split second of fear in his chest as he anxiously waits for you to do it now.Â
Whenever you do, the heel of your foot pressing into the skin right above his ass, he snarls. Itâs unfiltered, an accident, but itâs real and raw.Â
His claws come out and they swipe at your skin accidentally. A gasp from you, then a wince, alerts Miguel of the mishap, and his heart stops. His hips stop. Heâs hurt you. Heâs done the thing he swore he never would.Â
You look at the bleeding cut, then at him, and Miguel doesnât see hurt in your face. Instead, you pull him closer, arching your back, pushing your hips into his and grinding as best as you can against him.Â
You go from stoic and pliant to untamed, your own nails digging into his forearms, your hips lifting off of the bed in what should be an unattractive motion.Â
Yet thereâs nothing that you could do that could be unattractive in Miguelâs eyes.Â
Heâs sworn to love you forever, despite the Universal difference.Â
He licks his lips, and with the motion he feels his fangs. Sharp, pointy, ready to plunge into whatever flesh he can reach. He once again considers it for a second, sinking his teeth into your thigh and rendering your limbs useless. Keeping you stuck to the bed for him to use and abuse however heâd like.Â
But youâve been behaving so well tonight. So he finds no need.Â
Miguel angles his hips differently and you whimper, the sound sweet and small and soft from you. It resembles a âhngâ, tailoring off into a gasp towards the end that has Miguel grunting in response.Â
âActing like youâve never been fucked like this before.â His voice is rough, lacking any romanticism in the tone. He could barely care less.
âMaybe you havenât. Has no man taken you like this? This sweet, supple body, left unused for this long. You know thatâs not your purpose. Youâre wasting your potential, honey. This is what youâre made for.â He punctuates his statement with a piercing thrust, hitting a spot that makes you gasp sharply.Â
âMade to give men like me pleasure. Not many can take what I can give, but you can, right?â You nod eagerly, seemingly attempting to prove your agreement by taking a deep breath and relaxing your cunt around Miguel enough for him to slide just a little deeper.Â
He smirks, hand reaching to your tit where he strokes your nipple with his thumb. âSuch a good girl. Probably make a good little housewife too. Maybe I'll stick around. We could do this more often. Get this tight little body to take me 24/7 until itâs second nature. I can feel her struggling around me. Pussyâs too tight. Hasnât had a big cock to fill it in a while. But thatâs alright, we can train her. Sheâll be as good as new in no time, yeah?âÂ
It seems heâs fucked you too good, beyond any verbal or nonverbal responses from you. Instead, youâre a mess of whines and groans. Your mouth hangs open, drool pooling at the corner just before it fills over and slides down your chin. It doesnât bother you, or you have more important things to focus on, because you let it glide down until it sits in your clavicle.Â
Miguelâs ego inflates as he watches you fall apart like this. Earlier tonight you were the picture of perfection; a neat outfit, a neat home, your emotions and responses polished. But you shed all of that for him. Because of him.Â
In his mind, thereâs no greater honor.Â
Especially whenever he slides his hand down to your clit, flicks your bud one, two, three, times, and then your back arches as your orgasm travels through your body.Â
He sees it start in your loins first. Your pelvis rocks against his ferociously, and then it stops, twitching every so often as your orgasm travels to your limbs then. Your legs lifting, hovering on either side of Miguel and twitching sporadically as he continues to fuck you despite your feeble hands pushing at his shoulders.Â
Heâs bigger than you, stronger than you, smarter than you, and he knows whatâs best. He knows your body better than you do. He knows you can handle another.Â
He knows you need another.Â
So he continues.Â
He hooks your legs over his shoulders, presses his hands into the mattress on either side of your head, and starts fucking you to a second round of completion.Â
Your eyes squeeze shut, your body tensing as you brace yourself through the pain. But Miguel tuts.Â
âNone of that, baby. Look at me. Look at whoâs making you feel this way.â It takes you a second. You huff, your eyebrows push together.Â
Miguel rolls his eyes. He lifts one hand, taps your cheek with enough force to have your eyes snap open, and then he grips your face. âI said: Look at me.âÂ
You do as told now, fear flashing through your eyes, and Miguel grins. He likes the power. He likes this feeling.Â
âThere you go. Thatâs it.â He presses a kiss to your forehead. âNow give me another. Just one more, my love.âÂ
Heâs so deep within you, your arousal leaking out around him, giving him access to the uncharted parts of you by virtue of providing absolutely no resistance. Thereâs possibly the easiest slip and slide happening between the two of you, Miguelâs cock entering and exiting your cunt rapidly, shallow thrusts that reach mere inches away from your cervix each time.Â
Each drive into you prompts a sound, a gasp or moan or just a force of air from your diaphragm. They spur Miguel on, the vigilante adjusting your leg over his shoulder just a little, his chest almost parallel to yours as he forces himself deeper and fucks you harder.Â
âCâmon, baby. When youâre ready, just let go for me.âÂ
Heâs close at this point, too, but he absolutely refuses to cum without you clenching around him.
His wish comes true just a few thrusts later. This orgasm builds longer, your walls starting to flutter a few moments before your moans crescendo.Â
âThere we go. There weâââ His words are cut off short as his orgasm pushes through his body. His balls twitch, his hips stutter, and heâs shooting warm ropes into your fluttering cunt. He can feel his claws come out and pierce the fabric of your mattress, but he doesnât think about how heâll replace it yet. Instead he focuses on this feeling.Â
The euphoria taking over every fiber of his being as his hips automatically piston into you a couple of times as your cunt greedily milks him. Itâs not until he has none left that he pulls out of you, his cock steadily softening, creating a sensitivity that has Miguel wincing.Â
Youâre silent except for a few breaths and Miguel mirrors your state.Â
You both lay there, staring at the ceiling, and Miguel looks over at you after what could be anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes.Â
Youâre already looking at him, smiling softly. He smiles, too, his features getting softer whenever your hand raises and cups his cheek. He places his hand over yours, body relaxing when he feels your wedding ring.Â
âIâm glad you came back to me,â you say, voice earnest and honest.Â
Miguel pulls you into his chest.
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