HOLY SHIT WHAT DID I MISS?! IS THIS.. NON-CON OR SOMETHING...? THIS IS SMTH MY BESTIE WOULD LIKE..

HOLY SHIT WHAT DID I MISS?! IS THIS.. NON-CON OR SOMETHING...? THIS IS SMTH MY BESTIE WOULD LIKE..

"König fingering Ghost's girlfriend as a torture method" OHHHHNNNYAAAA

König using nothing but his other arm to hold them on his lap. Her legs spread by his legs. Ghost chained to a chair across from them. König shoving his thick fingers in and out while she cries for him to stop. Ghost watching as shes forced to cum on his fingers. Konig doesn't stop there. He whips his cock out and fucks her full of his cum. Ghost is yelling about he's going to kill him when he gets free while still having a hard on at seeing his girlfriend cumming on his enemy's cock.

well shit good morning to you too fuck

condescending. always.

what do yall think r the hottest forms of "talking u through your orgasm"

like r we talkin cooing in your ear about how pretty you are? or maybe laughing softly and sweetly saying "oh that feels good doesn't it, baby?" or maybe a little condescending "mhm? oh, look at you. are you cumming?"

like what r we thinkin

hehehehhee... anons guess.

✨reblog if you are a massive nerd or if you have a breeding kink✨

MORE MORE MORE U HAVE EATEN BABYYYY @ghostsangel

roommate!simon riley when your vibrator dies before you can finish, and he offers to relieve that tension

your feverish body splayed across the bed, covers thrown into a heaved pile surrounding you as a thin layer of sweat coats your skin and dampens the sheets under you. pathetic gasps of desperacy slip past your lips despite the thin walls as you pressed the vibrator against your sensitive clit.

you could feel the buildup in the bottom of your tummy, the heat of release that pooled slowly rising and threatening to spill over. your legs bucked, your whole body trembling in desperation as your other hand squeezed your breast. strings of muttered pleases escaping your pouty lips.

it was right there, you were about to wash over—to drown in the sweet snap of that taut knot in your body. you pressed the tiny, bullet vibrator harder against your abused clit, hoping it would give you the release you so desperately chased after.

until it died. it wasn't a gradual slow down to let you know it was on its last moments—it just stopped.

you whined in frustration, feeling the orgasm about to wash over you all too quickly drain—after it had taken you all this time to build it up.

you were panting, body still trembling as another groan escaped your throat. you tossed the vibrator carelessly across the room, hearing it thud against the wall as your hands came up to cover your flushed face.

in the next room over, simon had heard the little whines and gasps you had let slip by, smirking whenever his name would reach his ears. he had heard you for months—the walls were thin—but he had never decided to act on anything.

it wasn't like he wasn't into you—because he was and he was in his room, fucking his heavy cock in his right hand pretending it was yours. it never worked—his hands were far too roughed and calloused compared to your soft, delicate skin.

but he never had the opportunity to approach you about it—until now.

when he heard that noise of frustration fall from your lips, the light thud against the wall, a knowing smirk teased the corners of his lips.

he pushed himself from, adjusting his sweatpants as he did so before he landed in front of your door.

he knocked—he had some decency after all—but he didn't want long for an answer before pushing his way in. he didn't know what he was going to find—well, he had an idea—but boy, you surprised him.

a choked gasp flew from your lips at the knock, not even getting the chance to at least cover up by the time he was standing in your—now open—doorway.

you had sat up so fast, it was dizzying, but you brushed it off as you tried to tug the covers over your bare body, but it didn't help they were half falling off the bed and slightly heavy.

his gaze traveled appreciatively over you, shamelessly staring at your slick covered thighs and glistening pussy, a damp spot on the sheets below you.

you yelped as you noticed his staring, clamping your legs shut as you attempted again to cover yourself—each tug at the blanket was like a fight for an ounce of dignity. you weren't sure you had any now.

your chest still heaved, body flushed and slightly pink with reddened skin over your left breast. you swallowed thickly, stumbling over your words as you avoided his gaze, "what...do you...you need something?" you finally managed out.

his brow quirked up at your question, humming as he examined—analyzed—your movements. movement made of embarrassment and shame to be caught like this.

"dunno, luv," his voice was dangerously low, and gruff. he cleared his throat, slowly stepping towards the side of the bed, "looks like y'might need sumthin', hm?"

he stalked towards you like a predator, his eyes dark and half-lidded in a way that made shivers run down your spine and your pussy wetter.

he chuckled as you shook your head. he could feel the embarrassment radiating off of you as he stood right beside the bed, the side you didn't occupy.

the bed dipped with the weight of his knee, his body heavy against the springs as he bent over, a hand coming to your bare hip. he watched the goosebumps ripple from the touch of his calloused hand.

his other hand landed on your knee, slowly prying them apart as he hummed lowly in appreciation of the sight of your soaking cunt, glistening under the low light of your room.

his hand slid your knee, down your thighs until he rubbed two fingers down the center of your pussy. the slick collected on his fingers as they glided through the folds with ease because of your arousal.

"hm, you sure about that, luv?" he teased as he heard the pathetic moan that you tried to stifle slip past your chapped lips.

he brought his thumb down against your clit, swirling over the oversensitive bud before pinching it between his fingers. he huffed out a chuckle at the mewl you let out.

he teased your slit, barely dipping his fingers against your walls before pulling them away to slide through your folds while he continued to tease and bully your poor clit.

he watched the way you became a mess under his hand, no doubt getting wetter by his hand than with the vibrator he spotted thrown by the side of the wall. he nearly laughed at the sight of the small thing, his finger practically the size of it.

don't worry, you were better off being taken care of in his hands, by his fingers as he brings you to release by just toying with your clit.

and he'll give you more if you let him.

@writing-jellyfish I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MAUS.

Salivating at the thought of being used for breeding by Ghost

Staying tied up to the bed shibari style as Ghost just abuses your sweet hole. You can do nothing and only lay there and take it. The man is filthy with it too, keeping a vibrating wand tied into the rope on your thigh so it would press against your swollen clit as he pounds into you.

When he's tired, he let's it continue to vibrate. Ghost doesn't let him cum go to waste so he shoves a toy a little bigger than him to keep you plugged. We have to make sure you get pregnant so he has more to grab onto and your tits swell with milk. He drools all over your breasts and fucks himself stupid like a mad man when you eventually do get pregnant and start to show.

gives more könig tbh

someone said i give toji vibes, do i?