kai

_ _ _ _ _

general hcs

as michael is very inexperienced with kissing, he'll smash his lips against yours and become a huffing mess after he gets worked up from your breath mingling with his and your darkening gazes meeting

if you play with his hair and gaze into his eyes, he can't help it if he gets half-hard - his body will always needily react to your attention and affection

he's most at home in grey sweatpants - he's very used to wearing them while making his masks and associates them with comfort and the years of creatively honing his craft

so naturally, don't be surprised when his already impressive girth pulses and thickens at the sight of you bending over or reaching something off a high shelf

mikey will absolutely make you your own special mask!! although, the glue he uses for your personal paper mâché mix is a bit more,, personal. he'll also use your arousal to paint the inner layer of his favourite mask :( he simply needs to have some semblance of you with him at all times, especially whenever he's out on the town and away from your embrace

he's borderline hypersexual and gets half-hard and extremely sensitive without reason, however he doesn't always feel the need to act on his urges with you. expect him hiding his arousal during mundane activities, getting flushed and shy when he realises that you notice :<

if he's comfortable on the couch, he'll make himself at home with a horrendous manspread. naturally, this leads to him getting flustered whenever you kneel in between his legs with a mischievous glint in your eye. if you ask him sweetly, he'll be more than happy to sit you in between his strong thighs and let you hump into his hand while you both watch a movie

if he's not feeling like he wants to be inside you, he'll lie on his back with his knees up, pulling you to straddle his waist and lean back against his thighs. from this angle, he's able to watch you play with yourself and masturbate above him while feeling your weight grounding him, just out of reach but almost close enough to taste

he loves taking you from behind and kissing the base of your neck, your breathless giggles echoing in his ears as his long hair tickles your shoulders and back

michael loves having you cockwarm him while he makes his masks!! he adores it when you doze off with your cheek smushed into his shoulder during a late night arts-and-crafts session, the slow pulse of his heartbeat deep inside you

he's so, so incredibly thankful for you, that he's able to unleash his frustrations into you, whether it be about a ripped mask or just about pentup emotions. he's eternally thankful for your love and under the table support

you are mikey's angel, his true saving grace. after his long bout at the institute, he was fully convinced that being loved by anyone was impossible for him. your welcoming arms and gentle praise proved him wrong and completely changed his image of heaven - to michael, it's no longer a cloudy sky mentioned in those old books, it's your warm embrace and loving gaze. it just took him a little while to realise that he was in his own little paradise with you

he tries his hardest to treat you with absolute reverence and adoration T-T he's devoted to making you feel good with him, no matter what. usually, this means holding back from skullfucking you at a brutal pace whenever you give him head. your throat is just so tight around him :( it's got him steadying himself against a wall with his hand, shaking and sweating from holding back, with his gorgeous, garbled moans encouraging you to swallow the saltiness of his length

mikey's wandering hands always end up on your ass or tummy whenever you cuddle together, it's just comforting for him

he's one of the strongest, largest men to ever walk the earth, but the way he gently traces your facial features makes you forget that completely. michael handles you like you're made of porcelain, only using soft pressure unless you assure him he won't break you easily

he has a big, strong and beefy body. lord knows how he maintained it in the institute but with you, he's gonna try his damnedest to put all of his strength to good use - whether it be getting you off while fingering you, his toned forearms barely breaking a sweat or his tree trunk thighs tensing while you ride them

mikey is not trimmed or well-groomed downstairs, his pubes are a wild and unkempt cloud of blonde and light grey hair, so you know he's not caring about how you look at all. you're a fuckin deity in his eyes and he'll dispose of anyone who makes you feel anything other than heavenly

michael is uncut, big and thick, with a large vein running up the underside - so heavy and large that it can't even stand up against his belly, instead slightly bobbing with his pulse and hanging low. it's the type you see in lewd magazines, where it tilts down even when fully hard

when you're on your knees for him, expect his weepy cockhead to drip onto your face while you kiss and nip at his heavy, full balls

oh yeah, this man has the definition of breeder balls; hanging low, swollen and filled to the brim with his potent cum. he truly has so much to give, so you'd better be ready for multiple loads throughout the night

in contrast to michael's hard cock, his nipples are soft and incredibly sensitive. if he's trying to cum as fast as possible, he'll sneak a hand up his shirt and pinch at them relentlessly - make sure they're puffy and spit-glazed after you've been ontop, he goes absolutely feral would really appreciate it

mikey has massive hands too - his fingers are enough to fill you considerably, but he often resorts to stuffing your mouth with them or using his palm to muffle your noises if you're being vocal. he definitely doesn't want the cops called on you just because he's great at pleasuring you

his cock feels heavy inside you, almost like he's deep in your chest whenever he bottoms out. the weight is absolutely dizzying as it stretches you out each thrust and rubs all of the right places. he easily gets drunk on the feeling of you clenching around him, leading to his head being tossed back with drool dribbling down his chin at the sensation

he has the biggest size kink possible but he really doesn't want to get carried away when exerting his strength and size on you - he doesn't want to get carried away or hurt you too badly :(

michael uses whatever knife he can get his hands on during foreplay to add a bit of risk and edge. cutting off your underwear and shirt, tracing down thighs and hips and gently nicking your skin every once in a while, but he quickly tosses it if you beg him to fuck you desperately enough - he doesn't wanna hurt you that bad, not before he's even gotten started

mikey is incredibly insecure about himself and his own worth as a person. he fears your love is only temporary and that you'll move on, leaving him behind as a memory or an adrenaline rush of foolish regret :( for that reason, he's terrified to go too hard or hurt you badly - he's convinced you'll be in pain and be fearful of him if he fucks up. be sure to reassure him when you're together after you have a rougher time and he's manhandling you more <3

initially when he learnt about dry humping, he was confused as to why he craved the friction so desperately but he's learnt to give in - michael will almost immediately cum in his pants if you quietly reassure him you'll clean up the mess you're both bound to leave on his clothes. half the fun (in his eyes, at least) is seeing you get flustered over the sheer amount of his load that's seeping into his boxers from just that little bit of friction

his favourite place to have you is on his lap - cockwarming, cuddling or napping, he does not care. he needs to have your face pressed into his neck with his larger frame providing you with warmth and stability

will rarely fist his cock but if you ever catch him, you might be able to make out his lips repeating the shape of your name over and over

for a long while at the start of your.. arrangement, he had no idea how to initiate sex. he'd just hover close to you, desperately hoping you'd notice the heat radiating from his massive, obvious bulge. would start to bite the inside of his cheek and guide your body towards him in a desperate hint if you didn't clock it immediately

he also did not know shit about the human anatomy, so he'll need you to guide him to where you want to be touched and with a bit of coaching, he'll learn the correct pressure and pace to get you off easily

if you tease him while he's in his overalls, the sight of his lower region slowly darkening with his endless pre and the sound of his haggard breathing devolving into animalistic grunts is nearly enough to make your knees give out

michael isn't a massive fan of fucking you on your bed, especially if your room is in a similar layout to his back at the institute. haunting memories brought on by the guards cast negative clouds across his mind and that is the last thing he wants with you. he'd much prefer to go at it against a wall, the couch or even the floor. most of the time, around his desk is where the action happens and your bed is solely reserved for sleep <3

he loves smearing his precum all over your face, loves letting his musk seep into your skin while your eyes glaze over with lust

he cups your chin, cheek and jaw whenever you have his full attention and his heart melts when you nuzzle into him - his thumb plays with your bottom lip and if you decide to suck on it to keep your mouth occupied, so expect to have mikey silently begging you to cockwarm him while his brain goes fuzzy

while you relax for the evening, watching a movie together, expect him to position you with your head on his thigh (your face way to close to his crotch ofc)

michael loves you sucking on his soft cock and warming him with your mouth, he adores the slow feeling of him growing hard as you moan and gag around his length

when you introduce him to the concept of the sixty-nine position, he absolutely short-circuits. what do you mean you can both suffocate in each other's musk while getting each other off?? what do you mean he can prop himself up above you so he can spend time teasing you while forcing you to choke on his length???

michael always cums a bit too quickly and a bit too much - the moment he enters you for the first time, he can't help but fill you up immediately (good thing he's blessed with inhuman stamina)

he's also the biggest fan of you offering to clean up the mess of his cum dripping down his shaft - if your ass is a bit tender and sore from his rough pace, he's more than happy to soften in your mouth while the two of you catch your breath and wind down

mikey isn't very confident with toys and would much rather pleasure you by himself, but he wouldn't mind learning slowly what you prefer over time

he's also not a fan of lube - it feels too cold on his skin and the slippery nature of it scares him a little, so the best way to get him all coated in pre (for your comfort ofc) is to rim him. his tip drools and spits out so much of his arousal whenever you fuck him with your tongue, rest assured it'll bubble down his shaft and drip onto your chest. the delicious flush of his neck and upper chest is a glorious sight to behold

he first feels the urge to make love to you slowly after he sees a steamy, romantic sex scene with a married couple on television - he wants to give you the warmth and care the actors portray on screen

when you first offered to give him head, he tentatively slapped his cock against your tongue to test waters and see if you liked the taste but ended up addicted to the feeling. he'll smack it against your lips and tongue every time you're on your knees for him

his heavy balls slapping against your chin while he floods your mouth with salty, thick warmth is one of his favourite sounds

he starts breathily whimpering in his gravelly voice whenever he fully bottoms out in your heat, one of the rare moments when he totally loses control over his lust for you

he grunts out the syllables of your name when he's about to cum, digging his fingers into your hips and nipping your neck, leaving deep marks on your skin

mikey gets the same rush whenever you both cum together as to when he stabs someone and kills them after a long game of cat and mouse - there's a reason why the french call it 'petit mortis', a little death

the first time the two of you had sex, it brought out such intense emotions from michael that he was left shaken, crying from confusion about the onslaught of feelings he just shared with you. he is originally torn between holding you close and never letting you go as well as instantly leaving and isolating himself in his own space - like he's used to. he needs time to fully mull over the situation and new sensations he experienced but he would really like to have you nearby incase he needs a hug :(

on a long day, after you've given him head, he'll softly catch his breath while watching you blissfully hum and rest your cheek against his thigh. he huffs a small chuckle as you press light kisses into his softening cock

myers really doesn't want to hurt your ass or bruise your upper thighs too much as he needs to have you perched on his lap whenever he can, but you can expect tender skin from his hips slapping into you as well as bruises from his grip on your waist and hips

if he was too rough with you the night before (maybe accidentally leaving bone-deep bruises or purple marks and scratches along your body), he'll disappear early next morning and return during breakfast with a fistful of fresh tulips as an apology, with their stems partially crushed. just be sure to rinse off the dirt still attached to the roots, it's the thought that counts :<

michael may be inexperienced and bashful but he'll try anything once if it gets you off and brings you pleasure

michael loves to place his hand around your throat, just as a reminder of his sheer strength and power over you. with the slightest amount of pressure, he could make your brain go dumb and your tongue loll out

he chokes you until your eyes become unfocused, your little gasps and whines becoming softer and softer. the proud glint in michael's eyes is deserved, as you fully trusted him with your life while you were in your most vulnerable position. he holds you close while you unsteadily catch your breath, mumbling about how good you are to him and stroking your hair all the while

if you're too shy to look up at him while he fucks you or gives you head, he'll tilt your chin up and groan when your cheeks flush at his blown out pupils

he's the type to not pull out after, needing to soften and catch his breath while still feeling connected, inadvertently overstimulating you without fail as his whole body is racked with aftershocks

if he's feeling mean, michael will make you hump his thigh while he palms at his dick during one of his arts and crafts sessions

he wipes the last dribbles of his cum on your inner thighs after he pulls out. he'll clean it either way - with a damp towel or his tongue, it's up to you <3

occasionally after a spree, he'll need to let his mind rest and will use you as his cute little fleshlight, burying himself deep inside you while guiding your hips along with his rhythm at a bruising pace. if you pay close attention, you'll see his lips forming silent prayers and whispers of apology whenever you yelp from the pace

his post-kill musk is potent enough to make your head spin. if you rest your cheek against his pectoral, you'll be able to feel his heartbeat start to slow against you :<

his guilty pleasure is pulling out while cumming thick spurts, slapping his tip across your skin while smearing his load all over you, be it your lips and cheeks or ass and thighs

michael doesn't want to disturb your sleep if he's needy, so he'll slip your hand in between his boxers and pajama pants to feel your smaller hand against his throbbing bulge. he's content to doze like that but expect to feel him humping into your fist while he sleeps. you may wake to the sound of sheets rustling as he licks up the mess he made, much too tired to change sheets but not wanting it to dry and soil your sheets

he insists on placing his hand firmly on the back of your neck whenever he takes you from behind - to stop you from fucking yourself back on his cock and squirming at his pace

after sex with mikey, it's a common occurrence for you both to be a panting mess on the floor when he's done, your throat sore from mindless babbling and loud moans - all complete with a wet, drool-covered spot on your shirt from his grunts through gritted, gnashed teeth. when he's floated back into the right headspace, he's absolutely mortified by his behaviour and is tentative to even glance at you in a less than innocent way for the next couple hours

if your soft body goes limp in his arms after a mind-blowing orgasm, he gets scared at first and stops his thrusts. he's worrying he hurt you but, once he realises you're alright, he'll support your head and neck and go completely feral, thrusting and grinding until he reaches his high as well

whenever you fall asleep ontop of him, he needs to have your face tucked into the crook of his neck - the scent of your hair and sex in the air lulls him to sleep quicker than any sedative could

he adores your attention while you both bask in your respective afterglows - your hands gently cradling his face while he tucks himself away is one of his favourite, most soothing actions of yours. he'll always rub circles into your skin in return

_ _ _ _ _

amab hcs

michael is inexperienced and completely driven by instinct when it comes to giving head - he wouldn't be deep-throating, instead focusing on your tip and licking along your veins. he's a master of giving handjobs, with the amount of spit he shamelessly coats you with (not to mention his rougher hands)

if he's particularly needy, he'll come up behind you and gently undo your belt while tracing his fingers over your zipper, nosing at your jaw and softly rutting into your ass while panting above you

the moment your fly is undone, his breathing gets ragged and drool nearly starts dripping down his chin

cages you against a bench or wall to rut against your ass and breathe in your scent after a long day at work

if you introduce him to rimming,, lord save your soul. his scruff rubs your ass raw with how often he goes to town on your tight, puckered hole. his favourite bit is pulling back and admiring how you glint in the light with his spit shining all over

of course, the extra spit only helps his efforts of bullying his throbbing cock into your poor hole

whenever michael is close to the edge while buried deep in you, he starts uncontrollably twitching and bumping your prostate, causing you to let out a pitchy whine at the unexpected feeling. every time without a doubt, his eyes roll back and growls into your ear at you clenching around him

he has a small photo shrine of your cocks together, a mess of cum and spit framed for his appreciation (he's a romantic)

his dirty fantasy is getting your attention while you're on the phone in bed by mouthing and groping at your cock, working you through the fabric of your pants

michael is obsessed with rutting his cock against yours, covering each other in your arousals, cum spurting up onto your chests as you nip and kiss at each other's chest and throat

_ _ _ _ _

afab hcs

mikey loses his mind a little each time you cream on his shaft, feeling your arousal dripping down to his balls and coating the insides of his thighs. just the thought of your slick coating him is enough to make his eyes roll back

he rips or cuts your underwear off you if he's too impatient to wait for you to fully undress

once michael is fully stuffed inside you, he gently traces where you meet, in awe of how he manages to fit in your heat

his large hands span over the bulge of his cock in your tummy, making you tear up at the pressure and drip onto the sheets

leans his head closer to your ear just to make sure you hear his groans and grunts while he destroys your pussy

his favourite sight is his pearly globs of cum oozing out of your puffy, soaked hole - made complete by the fucked out glaze in your eyes as you stare at the blurry spectre of a giant between your thighs

he tentatively gropes your thighs and enjoys warming his hands by sticking them up your shirt. if you both happen to make an appearance in public, expect him to crowd around you to try and shield you form from wandering eyes - he may be yours but you're also his, so no one has a right to touch or even look at your precious body (especially not your soft tits or ass, they're for him only)

teach him to tie his hair in a messy bun or acquire a hairband for him to keep his hair from getting sticky whenever he does down on you, slurping and worshipping your pussy like it's his god-given purpose on this earth

once he tries taking you in a mating press, he accidentally discovers heaven. he can fully dwarf you in his shadow and also cradle your pretty face while erratically thrusting and groaning in that raspy voice you love. if he fucks you dumb, he's more than happy to wipe away your tears

sometimes michael hesitates pushing into you for fear of it hurting too much, unintentionally resulting in him working you up by teasing your entrance with his thick cockhead then nudging your clit, fully soaking his length in your arousal

_ _ _ _ _

ftm hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael's sadistic side comes out when he spanks your cock until your sloppy boycunt is drooling onto the mattress. he makes sure to gently slip his finger in your hole every so often, his delight in your whines is very evident when you can feel him throbbing under you

his strong forearms easily hold down your hips to stop them from rutting into his mouth whenever he sucks you off, making you shiver with every thrust of his tongue. his dick is neglected while he goes to town, not that mikey minds at all. he knows he'll be able to go balls deep after you've cum at least once to loosen up for him

due to his strength, he'll keep you still even while you become overstimulated, the pleasure bordering on pain but he's too far gone to care - this man becomes so pussydrunk that he can barely process that he's stained all of the material in your immediate vicinity with your arousal; your pants, his shirt, the carpet and not to mention the couch or bedsheets from his erratic wiping of his fingers when they get too slippery

loves to have you bouncing on his cock - grabbing your hips until they're bruised to control the pace and depth, pushing you to take all of him inside

sometimes if you look extra delectable while attempting to reach something off of a high shelf, michael may not be able to control himself and his craving for your taste - he will bend you over with no hesitation and make out with your cunt, nose glistening in your folds as his chapped lips graze against your tdick and his chin dripping with your pre. his massive hands groping your ass as he spreads your legs for better access

the rhythmic clapping of his heavy balls slapping your sopping cock is forever engrained in his mind, sometimes resurfacing at the most inconvenient times - he will be forced to rush home in the middle of an attempted spree just to feel your body against his

_ _ _ _ _

mtf hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael chases the sensation of having you pressed up against him while you're wearing clothing he's gotten you

he loves you feeling pretty whenever you're on top, tucking your hair behind your ear and using his thumb to swipe his cum off your chin

he will make you do your makeup before you fuck, needing you to feel as beautiful as possible while he absolutely destroys your hole - lipgloss smeared, mascara running, hair mussed and bruises all over your hips. he views you as a goddess, so expect him to make you feel like one

when you guide him to take your balls in his mouth, he'll eagerly suckle on them then return to your tip for his reward, eager to lap up your arousal with obscene slurping noises and proud huffs of satisfaction

he has a small shrine of your panties he's borrowed, keeping the ones with the dainty floral details for 'creative inspiration'

mikey gently squeezes on the back of your neck when preparing to take you from behind - he cannot simply cum from you squirming in impatience and grinding into him, he's not even inside you yet (it would be a waste quite frankly)

as his stubble rubs you raw whenever he eats you out, prepare for the bubbling heat beneath your skin to return tenfold whenever he fucks your thighs like a madman

_ _ _ _ _

sorry if writing quality dropped, this took so long lmao. art the clown is next btw, look out for that.

thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

🪖COD Masterlist

Series, Smut, Headcanons, One-shots, and Masterlists of all COD Characters

🪬 JJK Masterlist

Smut, Headcanons, and One-Shots of all JJK Characters

🕷Miguel's Masterlists ★

NSFW Series, Smut, Headcanons, and One-Shots SFW Series, Headcanons, and One-Shots

🍒Popped Cherries! (Smut)

Menace (Request) Rough Fun (Request)

🍒Sweet Cherries! (One-Shots)

Little Dancer(Request)

🍒Sweet Cherries! (One-Shots)

Car Lights ("Request") LOSER (Request) Pretty (Request)

🍒Sweet Cherries! (One-Shots)

Failed Plan (Request)

Check 1K Prompts Masterlist ↴

🍒Popped Cherries! (Smut)

Disgusting (Request)

1k Prompts Masterlist

~~~~~~

Content:

🔥 = NSFW -- MINORS DNI

🥰= Fluff

🧅 = Angst

🩹= Violence

👀= Suggestive Themes

COD MW22

Task Force 141 x reader HCs:

Holding hands / Fluffy HCs // 🥰 🧅 👀

Original 'Hand Holding' Ask that inspired me to write again // 🥰

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder // 🥰 🧅 🔥

Stuck between a Ghost and a Mountain (Poly!Ghost & König x Reader) // 🔥 🥰 🩹

Mask Kisses // 🥰 🧅 👀

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish:

Sweet & Spicy Soap HCs // 🔥 🥰

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Dad!Gaz HCs // 🥰 👀

König:

Stuck between a Ghost and a Mountain (Poly!Ghost & König x Reader) // 🔥 🥰 🩹

Mask Kisses // 🥰 🧅 👀

Captain John Price:

(Nothing as of yet!)

-

WWE (almost exclusively Kane):

Kane:

-

Beauty and the Beast *Blurb* // 🥰 🧅 🩹 👀

NSFW Alphabet // 🔥

Various Slashers!

Being a Slasher's Sibling and Introducing them to your Yautja // 🥰 🧅 🩹

_ _ _ _ _

general hcs

art will put on a home video of him torturing and toying with someone while you're held between his legs - he wants to have a fun little viewing party for his recent exploits! he toys with your hole, teasing you as his cock ruts into your lower back. the sinister clown ignores the thrashing of your legs as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of your poor, tired body. the only time he lets up, giving a break from his constant stimulation on your sweet spots, is when he pauses to mimic a wave or jolly dance in the video he's showing you. the way your slick arousal thins and connects his fingers whenever he waves at the screen would be comical if your head wasn't so fuzzy from the constant edging. he loves tormenting people but the methods for you are a bit more... delicious

whenever he comes home injured, he patiently sits propped against a wall as you tend to his weeping wounds. judging by the ripped clown suit and gashes littering his skin, it was evidently a rough night. he doesn't bother to tell you that he will heal at abnormally fast speeds, he just loves the sight of his blood smeared on your skin. while you bandage art up, the gauze ends up giving him more coverage than his shredded suit - he meets your gaze with a sly grin as he thrusts up into your hand, showing what he has to offer. you'll have to ignore the drying blood all over the two of you, as he rushes to pull your face into of his lap to let out some pent-up energy :<

he's always so playful whenever you both get down and dirty, whether it's pulling surprised expressions whenever you cum, dragging his finger down from your lips to your throat to shush you or flick your nipples only to giggle at your surprised face

if art is not in the mood to trudge home alone after a rampage, he'll text you an address to meet him at. to no one's surprise, it's always a laundromat. he loves to fuck you in the empty establishments while his clothing is in a washing cycle - after all, it would be rude to get your clothing dirty while he's taking you from behind over a dryer. he pays extra attention to getting off and finishing inside you as a way to wind down from a wild time, his creamy release dripping onto the floor. guess you'll have to bust out the mop on shaky legs while art cheerily dresses himself and patiently waits for you on the bench next to the window - he can't help but admire his special person and be proud of how he made them come undone

his favourite way to wake up is to have his throbbing cock in your mouth, his gaze half-lidded as you work your hand along his length and envelop him with your soft lips. art is addicted to you sloppily gagging on him, spit and precum drooling down his balls. his huffs of pleasure gracing your ears are the sweetest part of any early morning

whenever you finish giving art head, kiss his tip softly after swallowing, making sure to slurp up his cum from dribbling down his shaft and he'll trace a heart on your forehead with your tears from gagging on him. if you meet his gaze as you catch your breath, he'll quietly shush and tut at you in reassurance while you rest your cheek against his bare thigh, petting your hair

the clown likes to play a game where he captures male victims he's focused on, strips them down, then ties them up in a row and gags them. he makes them watch as he pleasures you in front of them, spread on display as he mocks them and their tears, all while you come undone on his cock and fingers. he punishes the one that gets hard first (away from you, of course - he drags the guy to the next room to deal with later). art puts you on display in front of the remaining men, dons a shitty wig and red lipstick then slowly jerks off the softest person as they gradually get more aroused at the sight of you playing with yourself and moaning for art to fuck you. art is overall most turned on by other people watching you without touching what's his - he loves showing you off and feeling proud that they could never pleasure you like he could :3

art fucks you against the windows of buildings he's snuck into - he loves giving an eyeful for his potential victims and he's not above tempting them into the building he's camped out in with the false promise of joining in

he has certain hand signals for you to bend over, drop your pants or get on your knees. it's not in an intimidating dominant way, it's simply out of necessity as he cannot verbally order you to do anything in the bedroom

your pleasure is not the priority all the time - art's main goal is for him to feel good, however he may realise that certain things make you squeeze his cock perfectly and as a result, your orgasms are a coincidental byproduct of his lust

art is a sucker for being balls deep inside you when he cums but he also enjoys painting your sloppy hole - an excellent view, plus there's so much to scoop up and finger deep back inside you

whenever he cums, art's tummy tenses and his thighs spasm as his eyes roll backwards. his chest shudders as his breathing gets shaky, needing to grab onto something to steady himself. his cum itself is generally thick but whenever you remind him to drink water, it'll get very thin and watery. it's important to note, his cum colour fluctuates between a regular milk colour and pitch black goop

art the clown freeballs in his satin costume, just hangin out for the sake of convenience and simplicity - if he's needing to piss, rub one out or get undressed to sleep, why should underwear be in the way? he's an absolute pervert, so he loves you seeing his dick whenever you look at him

force him have a shower - not even a bath, the water would get dirty too quick. caked layers of metallic blood and dirt don't help anyone's general scent and if he's around you a lot, you don't want a smelly clown trailing you and in your general vicinity

he wanders around naked after he takes a hot shower, when his costume is drying and his painted neck is waiting to be properly touched up. expect to see his bare dick twitch while you stare in shock, mouth hanging open at his blatant lack of shame in his nudity. the same thing applies to whenever the clown suit has a hole in it - at this point it's any excuse to be in the nude and flaunting his body around, the tapered tip of his cock always pulsing under your bashful eye

art carves his name into you - or something like 'art was here', 'art's art' or 'art's toy' - but you get to choose where! in his mind, it's like a collaborative effort :<

he's addicted to your warmth and tightness, so be ready to have his pasty cock buried in you whenever there's nothing to do. he'll pull you onto his lap while bunched up and all tense, pull down your underwear and spit on his length, slowly sliding into you as his muscles release all tension. he's practically a limp puddle once he's deep inside - he's comfortable enough to nap like this and will cuddle you until you feel the same way. the bastard will occasionally toot his horn to scare you into clenching around his softly throbbing dick

his love language is physical touch - his hand is always hovering near your hip, ass or lower back and he pats your cheek or kisses your temple if you've been good, petting your hair as you doze off next to him. his version on an 'i love you' is a warm palm cupping your face as he intertwines his body with yours, your muscles relaxing as you lean into his heat

the clown always, always leaves deep bites and bruises all over your body. prepare to have painkillers at every single meal, because he makes sure you're aching and bleeding when he's done with you after a rough day

as he doesn't make you participate in his meals of flesh and rubbish, expect to have his victim's homecooked leftovers, as well as pizza and other take-out regularly - all with a little extra salty glaze ontop <3 he's a romantic after all and still wants a small part of him inside you no matter what, that way you're never really lonely - his warmth settling in your tummy and also leaking from between your legs

art marks up your neck with his tongue and nails, leaving crescent moons and maroon roses etched into your skin like a morbid necklace. although he's not happy that you don't heal abnormally fast like he does, your shudders as his cold nails trail over your tender flesh spark a warmth within his gut and a glint in his eye

art chokes you so often that his hand is practically your necklace. he likes the control he's able to exercise subtly with a squeeze of his fingers and you don't mind the comforting pressure of his thumb skimming over your pulse. be sure to wash his gloves often thought - whenever you drool or have given him head and his hand then takes its place around your throat, the remnants of the fluids often soak into the material clinging to his palms. eventually, it'll make his skin tacky with dried cum and spit, stuck to the threadbare gloves

his guilty pleasure is having you ride him and take control, with zero regard for accidentally overstimulating him - sure he could breed you of his own volition, in his own time, but he's your toy in that moment with no control. the coincidental creampie being fucked deeper and deeper in you makes a shiver run down his spine. he's willing to be a pliable doll for you to mould into a quiet fuck toy to play with. be sure to hold art close and comfort him after you take control and he'll do the same back after he's been rough

art gets his hands on incredibly dull knives and empty guns with no magazine, especially pistols, and brings them into your sexual life. he loves the fear in your eyes as he trails the blades down your chest, tracing your nipples and thighs but the clown is especially turned on by making you suck the barrel of a gun - pretty eyes glittering in panic and arousal. he makes a game of rigging a shotgun with tripwires - if you shift too much while he trails his tongue down your body or thrash as he makes you cum on his face, the threat of the trigger being pulled gives you a rush of adrenaline that makes your eyes roll back, vision fading white. his gun fixation is not limited to just that - some other ideas he's been cooking up include you being fucked by a dead cop's handgun while humping his clown shoe, as well as you christening each new weapon he creates during his tinkering sessions

if he's desperate to jerk off, he'll do it wherever - ready to get it over with even if he ends up rubbing one out next to a dead body or in the middle of a public park. if he returns to you with dirty gloves and semen drying on the wrist, don't ask what happened because his mimed description of events is never pleasant

art sits on your face and gets off with his fist while you fuck him with your tongue, lapping at his hole. he tosses his head back and pants very softly, thighs trembling as he grinds himself on your face - bonus points if you let him pull back and fuck your mouth with his cock for a bit before returning to suffocate you between his asscheeks

he loves licking your skin everywhere. absolutely everywhere. he loves the taste of your salty sweat and warmth, feeling powerful having your pulse race under his tongue. if you fuck him, stuff your fingers in his mouth and his eyes will roll back in his skull

art suspends you with chains and rope, teasing you until you're begging to be fucked. his deft fingers trace your curves and edges, flicking and pinching your nipples, inner thighs and ass as he manically grins with a clear cock print in the front of his suit. he only maneuvers you to take his cock once you're dripping spit, tears and arousal onto the cold floor and screaming for him

as art knows you belong to him, sharing you with another man gets him going like nothing else - he'll eiffel tower you with a restrained captive, urging you to choke on the stranger's hardening dick as he fucks you so deep you're gasping for air and seeing stars. what's gonna happen, the guy survives? fuck no, he's already practically giftwrapped at death's doorstep just from becoming art's captive. why not make the last few hours of his life enjoyable and more than fulfilling - if the poor sod is willing, you could even keep him for a night or two as a pet

if you have genital, nipple piercings or even a septum done, art will dangle a little bell from each hoop. it immediately brightens his day to hear the little jingles whenever you're bouncing on his dick and he can't resist flicking them to make you jolt or smacking your ass whenever you walk near him just to hear the sweet soft tinkle under your loose clothing

art cleans up each basement/house he temporarily stays in, with a designated bed to fit the two of you and ensures there's a bathroom and basic laundry attached for your comfort - he notices you tend to avoid his being in his proximity whenever he gets too smelly. he may also move in with you for bouts of time - provided you have the space - but also camps out at his usual haunts and drags you along to hang out with him! the poor clown hates being lonely :(

he might go on a walk with you and toy with you - he gets off on watching you panic as he whips his dick out in public and gestures for you to kiss it, rub your face over it and worship him, hard or not. the control he holds over you and the headrush of power, combined with your submissive gaze aimed up at him, makes his growing affection and attachment towards you grow stronger

he brings you human organs and shitty handwritten poems - 'here's a heart but i wanna be the one pumping inside of you <:o)' or 'i could call you this esophagus the way you swallowed me so well last night >:)'

he has a collection of picture frames in his hideout because he takes photos of you and sticks them in nice frames - who needs playboy magazines when he can make tributes to you? you can tell which one is his favourite, with the crusty sludge stuck to the glass and wood protecting the flimsy picture

art definitely wants a footjob every now and then, every once in a while. it means he can tie up your hands while you get him off AND he still has two hands to play with you - a win win situation all around. he's not really into it strictly because it's feet, he just gets off on the thought of corrupting you more with such a taboo action

he has a love-hate relationship with piss too - he loves to have you obediently under him as he showers you with piss and cum, corrupting you a little more each time he marks you with his smell, but he hates because it masks your natural scent which is one of the few things that makes his head spin

if you get anxious or restless, he always has a cold body nearby.. oh you want something warmer? feel free to suckle on his soft cock or his sac while you cuddle his leg and fidget with the cloth of his pantleg

although he's gotten a lot better at regulating his personal hygiene since you met him, he doesn't always clean himself up - the musky and tangy stench of blood, sweat and grime permeates his suit until he scrubs clean

art loves it when you do filthy things for his pleasure, like sniffing his armpits while humping him or rimming him with his sweaty balls resting on your nose, making your brain go dumb

_ _ _ _ _

amab hcs

whenever art is thinking about being away for a few days to camp out at a certain location, he'll grab himself a clean rag and dedicate an entire night to getting you to cum on the cloth as many times as possible. it wouldn't be a pair of underwear from either of you - he hates wearing any type of clothing under the suit, even if it's your cum stained boxers - so it'd have to be a ripped piece of cloth from an old clown outfit. he'll jack you off and fuck you while holding it over your tip and even gag on your cock until the flimsy material is coated and probably permanently stained in your spend. he just wants a keepsake for the road and why not make it imbued with memories of the two of you enjoying yourselves? his own little cumrag to remember what he has back home, something special to return to!

art will ask you to be bait for him - either through stripping down sensually and pressing your bulge and ass against the windows of art’s current setup to entice horny, often intoxicated, onlookers late at night or indulging catcallers and inviting them to get it on with you back at the designated building, caressing their chest and crotch as you both giggle and meander inside. the clown always has your back and would not let you get hurt by the strangers at all, but the bait portion of his plan is extremely important to lull the victims into an optimistic headspace for them to ignore the shady setting

art craves the sensation of you throbbing under his tongue, the feeling of your pulse as you leak your pleasure all over his lips and the heavy musky taste slips down his throat

he'll get you a cute, sparkly plastic ring from a gachapon machine down at the arcade and fake proposes to you! later in the week, he'll break into a sex shop and bring home a matching cock ring (he's a romantic)

art has an obsession with your balls - nipping at them, having them slap against his chin or nose bridge as he messily takes as much as he can down his throat, you name it. expect greasepaint at the base of your cock and staining your pubes

he scrapes his nails down your back whenever you fuck his tight ass, pale cock bobbing and leaking everywhere. he adores marking up your back with the red ridges of broken skin as he cums all over your chests, shooting warmth up and splattering it on your flushed neck

if he's on top and riding, he'll put all his weight into choking you while he bounces up and down on your cock, eyes glinting with pride at your gasped thanks whenever he pulls you back from the brink of unconsciousness

_ _ _ _ _

afab hcs

art is obsessed with you whenever it's 'that time of the month' - you can barely get away from his wandering hands and quiet presence. he drops everything the moment you reach for your favourite snacks and heat pack, drags over a dark towel he keeps on hand for you. ever since he learnt that orgasms help relieve cramps and pain, he has felt a lot less selfish for wanting to ravage you while you're tender and bleeding. he has numerous photos of his bloodied cock framed by your ass cheeks or your warm cunt and he often takes videos on your phone of his length throbbing and oozing copious amounts of pink cum <3

art has an addiction to taking upskirt pictures of your puffy pussy imprint against your thin, practically see-through panties, still slick despite your embarrassment. his guilty pleasure is taking the pics when his cum is leaking from your hole, soaking the fabric

art will ask you to be bait for him - either through stripping down sensually and pressing your chest, ass and pussy against the windows of art’s current setup to entice horny, often intoxicated, onlookers late at night or indulging catcallers and inviting them to get it on with you back at the designated building, caressing their chest and crotch as you both giggle and meander inside. the clown always has your back and would not let you get hurt by the strangers at all, but the bait portion of his plan is extremely important to lull the victims into an optimistic headspace for them to ignore the shady setting

art pretends to talk and communicate with your cunt - acting out gestures as if holding a conversation with your clit while slowly coaxing you to cum and even gesturing at you to shush if you try to interrupt the important moment

eats devours pussy like a demon, a man starved. no hesitance and no restraint, he’s the type to suckle open mouthed kisses to your clit and fucks your dripping hole with his abnormally long tongue. nipping at your folds as he coaxes you to the edge with just a finger, tongue swirling in your slick as you cum - he is sloppy in his work but enthusiastically diligent with the cleanup, not a drop gets past his mouth. greasepaint might stain your thighs afterwards but it's a small price to pay for a talented clown's best efforts

art will find pretty lingerie for you to wear for him, parading around his hideout, making sure you know how hard he gets at your nipples and pussy covered delicately in lace

he flicks and circles your clit while you sleep, cumming all over your pussy before putting your panties back in place. he loves leaving little presents like that for you when you wake - a fuzzy head and a sticky and throbbing mess down there, strings and globs of cum connecting your thighs and the flimsy, soaked material

_ _ _ _ _

ftm hcs

art has never had a handsome toy with a self-lubricating hole before - his fascination with your t-dick leads to endless nights of him experimenting on you with his mouth, fingers and cock to see what makes you tick. his favourite pastime is suckling on your tender dick while he pulses his fingers against your cervix, your whole body jerking from sensitivity as his deft fingers circle your sweet spots

art will ask you to be bait for him - either through stripping down sensually and pressing your chest, ass and boypussy against the windows of art’s current setup to entice horny, often intoxicated, onlookers late at night or indulging catcallers and inviting them to get it on with you back at the designated building, caressing their chest and crotch as you both giggle and meander inside. the clown always has your back and would not let you get hurt by the strangers at all, but the bait portion of his plan is extremely important to lull the victims into an optimistic headspace for them to ignore the shady setting

he keeps a pair of your slick-stained boxers in his ol' bag of tricks, a little keepsake for his on-the-go orgasms - he's a sniffer for sure, securing it over his face so both his hands are free to use on his dick as he gets off to your scent

he scrapes his nails down your back whenever you fuck his tight ass, pale cock bobbing and leaking everywhere. he adores marking up your back with the red ridges of broken skin as he cums all over your chests, shooting warmth up and splattering it on your flushed neck

eats devours boypussy like a demon, a man starved. no hesitance and no restraint, he’s the type to suckle open mouthed kisses to your cock and fucks your dripping hole with his abnormally long tongue. nipping at your folds as he coaxes you to the edge with just a finger, tongue swirling in your slick as you cum - he is sloppy in his work but enthusiastically diligent with the cleanup, not a drop gets past his mouth. you both tiredly giggle after he's done - the face paint around his cheeks and lips is hopelessly smudged, especially after he licks his lips and grins at you. guess he'll have to redo it later, no harm done <3

he fucks you so hard and bruises your cervix to the point where you can only moan his name and whine when he properly pulls out and gives you water with a heatpack and blanket, genuinely scared he went too rough on your insides. if your legs fail after such a long night, he'll throw you over his shoulder or pick you up like royalty and use his inhuman strength to carry you around

_ _ _ _ _

mtf hcs

art the clown is thrilled to have a pretty toy with parts he's familiar with! his fingers nudge your prostate as he suckles on your tip to draw out your sweet noises. he takes you down his throat with ease, tongue lapping at your base - the combination of art's deft fingers working your hole and his hot throat clenching your length brings you to the edge embarrassingly fast. he's always had a thing for seeing his black lip paint smeared on your balls

art has an addiction to taking upskirt pictures of your bulge imprint against your thin, practically see-through panties, slick from your precum drooling and sticking to the fabric despite your embarrassment. his guilty pleasure is taking the pics when his cum is leaking from your hole

he insists on battering your prostate until you're shooting blanks - he never lets up on your poor hole until you're fully spent and your head is empty with only his name on your pretty lips

art will ask you to be bait for him - either through dressing up prettily and then stripping down sensually and pressing your bulge, chest and ass against the windows of art’s current setup to entice horny, often intoxicated, onlookers late at night or indulging catcallers and inviting them to get it on with you back at the designated building, caressing their chest and crotch as you both giggle and meander inside. the clown always has your back and would not let you get hurt by the strangers at all, but the bait portion of his plan is extremely important to lull the victims into an optimistic headspace for them to ignore the shady setting

he scrapes his nails down your back whenever you fuck his tight ass, pale cock bobbing and leaking everywhere. he adores marking up your back with the red ridges of broken skin as he cums all over your chests, shooting warmth up and splattering it on your flushed neck

the clown loves to have you dolled up in lingerie and parading infront of him, bulge and hard nipple pressed against the soft and dainty fabric. his cock gets visibly hard at the sight of you and his head spins at the sensation as you shyly offer to help with his urge to take you then and there

if you're desperate for gender-affirming surgery, art will hone his skills in surgery and sterilization to safely give you an orchiectomy - pun intended. he'll practice and go through the motions for weeks if it means you are happy and he gets to care for you

_ _ _ _ _

thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it, i'm writing this at 5am. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

_ _ _ _ _

John price

Price tying you up after he catches you disobeying him by touching yourself :(

Overstimulation with John <3

Price eating you out after a loooooong mission

More price eating pussy (the guy LITERALLY looks like him or am I tripping)

Since you like using them so much, this shouldn’t be a punishment for you, correct ?

John getting you to ride his thigh

Theres a reason why they’re his favourite

Kyle Garrick

Gaz after ruthlessly fucking you for three hours ;3

What you get for flaunting yourself in front of his mates :(

Lazy night in with gaz

Shhh don’t want anyone to hear you

Late night humping with your clingy boyfriend

Roommate! Gaz getting tired of your horny whining

Simon Riley

Just a quick reminder of where you belong

Quick polishing’

A goodbye gift

A welcome home gift

Roommate! Ghost pounding you till you wake up :(

Owner! Ghost with his lil pup

Little film for later

Gettin’ crafty

John McTavish

Riding him until he’s dumb <3

Mornin sex with Johnny boy

Self restrain

Virgin! Johnny

Just his doll

Convincing your friend, Johnny to join your live 🫣

König

Hes just too big you needed a photo for confirmation

Need your colonel to reach you a lesson?

Just a quickie before he leaves for work

Quickie part 2

You hid beneath a large table, hands over your mouth to control your breathing as the floor shook. You could feel your heart beating intensely, the organ wanting to burst out of your chest as pure terror seized you when the footsteps paused near your hiding spot.

He was right in front of you. The only being you encountered in the desolate town of Silent Hill.

The monster. 

~

He had emerged out of an alley, swarmed by bugs as he trudged his way through, his massive frame freezing you in place. His head was encumbered by a steel frame, pyramid in its shape and heavy in appearance if his tortured groans were anything to go by. His scarred torso and bulging arms were bare, showcasing the immense power he held as he dragged a massive knife behind him.

You couldn't contain your gasp when you caught sight of it.

His helmet had jerked your way, the sudden movement making your heart drop to your stomach. You couldn't look away from him, mouth agape at the towering menace. You didn't understand how, but you felt him peruse your form--nausea hitting you when he let out a guttural growl and headed straight for you.

Fuck!

You bolted then, nearly tripping over your own feet in your desperation to get away from him. With the amount of blood soaking him and those unnerving growls, you weren't willing to take a chance and find out what he would do to you. Too afraid to look back, you continued running in the abandoned town, losing sight of where you were as you tried to find somewhere to hide. 

What buildings you could make out were old and rundown, their windows smashed and doors creaking ominously. They would not provide you with the cover you needed. You could faintly hear him behind you, breaking into a cold sweat when you turned your head and couldn't spot him in the dense fog. 

When you caught sight of the abandoned school, your lungs felt like bursting and your legs ached from overexerting yourself to run. Your body needed to rest before you collapsed from the fatigue. It was a large enough building that finding you would be a tasking ordeal for the monster. Perhaps he would give up his search for you and allow you to find a way out of this hellish place. You could only hope that you lost him earlier and he wouldn’t know where you crawled off to. 

Running up the steps to the entrance, you were met with the despairing sight of chains wrapped around the steel doors. 

“No, no, no…” you pleaded, grabbing onto the chains in hopes they were loose enough to open the doors. Luck was on your side, because they were– chains pulling taut around the doors, opening just enough to allow someone to squeeze through with some difficulty. Struggling to wiggle your way through, you pushed with all your might and breathed a sigh of relief when you fell inside. 

Taking deep breaths, you looked around and tried to make sense of your surroundings. Needing to squint your eyes to adjust seeing in the dark, you could see a narrow hallway with dirty and rusty lockers lined along the walls. It was an uncanny sight, the broken down doors of the classrooms and splintering wood of the floor making you realize how decrepit this place was. It was so unkempt and old that you flinched when the floorboards creaked with every step you took. You felt like dying every time the floor protested your weight and critters ran spooked by the noise.

The hall turned a sharp corner to the left, more lockers and doors appearing on either side of the walls as before. It was then you noticed the broken elevator, the metal frame twisted in sharp angles and torn cables dangling from tears in the ceiling. If there was an elevator here, then that must mean there was a way up! 

Not caring this time about the noise you made, you hurried to the end of the hall trying to see if you could find some way to get to the second floor. If you could just get there, you would have the advantage of viewing who (or what) was below you on the ground. Maybe even spot a route or path out of this place. Passing by the restrooms, you nearly gagged when a putrid stench hit your nose. The buzzing of flies and roaches in the area made you squeamish, your face scrunching into a disgusted grimace at the dirty facilities before continuing your trek forward.

Finding the stairs was a much harder task than you expected. Faced with multiple locked areas of the building, you were forced to backtrack and navigate through other sections of the building to find another way up. It seemed like a dead end everywhere you turned. 

Just when you were about to give up, you finally spotted stairs leading to the upper floor. 

“Finally,” you muttered in exasperation. Your turtle neck shirt was damp with your sweat, clinging to your body so uncomfortably that you would definitely need a shower soon. Placing a hand on the cracked wall nearest you, you took a breather, closing your eyes as you tried to get your energy back up again. 

“Just a little bit more. Don’t give up yet.” 

Forcing your aching feet to move, you headed tiredly towards the stairs. Once you reached them, you walked up to the landing, turning left to continue climbing forward when you noticed something. 

“You have got to be kidding me?!”

A disbelieving look crossed your face. In front of you was a dilemma that nearly made you scream in frustration. The only way to the upper floor was barricaded with chairs and tables, furniture piled up haphazardly along the second set of stairs as if to ensure no one could get by it. It effectively put a stop to your plans. 

Maybe you could climb over the obstruction? No, you couldn’t risk something falling out of place and crushing you with its weight, causing you harm in the end. You thought about using the railing to skip past the hurdle of furniture, but hearing the creak of the brittle handrail when you held it had you rethinking that idea. Placing your hands on your hips, you tried thinking of how to get past this obstacle. Maybe taking it apart little by little would help?

Seeing as you had no choice, you started dismantling the barricade one chair at a time. The tables were too heavy and had your arms shaking from the effort of pulling them so you left them for last. Once you piled up enough chairs to give you room to move one of the tables, you shook your hands to prepare them to take the brunt of the weight. 

While you were busy with this task, you didn’t know you damned yourself.

What you didn’t know was when you squeezed through the gap of the entrance, your sweater caught on an edge and tore a strip of the pink cloth. You didn’t know it was like a beacon, its vibrant color contrasting from the dull and bleak setting of the school. You didn’t know he held it in his bloodied hand, bringing it to his hidden face as if to smell you. You didn’t see the shudder that went through him. You also didn't see him bursting through the shackled entrance of the school, breaking the chain to pieces as the steel doors lay bent beneath his foot.

However, you did feel the building shake following a loud crash. 

Startled at the muffled explosion, you released the legs of the table you were holding, crouching as you looked around wildly. The echoed sounds of doors being forced open could then be heard even from a distance. Lockers were slammed and torn off the walls, the clash of metal producing an awful screeching sound that resonated across the empty building.

What?! What was that?! You panicked internally, palms sweating as you hid behind the railing. What could’ve made that thunderous sound? Was it him?! It couldn’t be, could it? Trembling with fear, you realized you were a sitting duck. You couldn't go back the way you came or you’ll risk facing what caused that loud commotion.

When you heard a familiar growl, you couldn’t stop the tiny sob escaping your lips. It was HIM! When his steps edged closer to your location, your eyes wandered desperately around your cornered space and spotted a clothed table at the bottom of the stairs. Running down the stairs, you all but crawled beneath the table, tucking your feet in as you tried to make yourself as small as possible. You didn’t have any other option. The cloth provided you with enough cover to pull off not being seen and you could only pray you weren't found.

Eyes wide with fear, you held your breath when he turned the corner, the floor trembling with every heavy step of his boots. You could also hear the scrape of the giant sword he dragged with him, the shrill sound hurting your ears. You nearly bolted when you heard the locker doors being opened one by one before getting slammed shut.

Oh God, please, don't let him find me. Please, please, please. You shut your eyes tightly, clasping your hands against your mouth as you tried to keep as quiet as you could. The corner of your eyes teared up, a lump in your throat wanting to give way to sobs of distress the closer he got.

~

His trudging steps slowed as he surveyed the area. 

Pyramid Head tilted his head curiously, his helmet creaking with the action. He didn’t know where you hid but he could sense you near. When he pressed that piece of fabric to his helmed head, your intoxicating aroma set his nerves of fire, twisting his mind into a lustful haze–the urge to pillage and kill you getting stronger by the minute. 

When he heard that soft gasp earlier in the alley, he was stunned by your feminine form mere meters away from him. You were a small thing compared to him, the top of your head not even reaching his chest. Whatever surprise he felt was momentary, desire quickly flooding his veins as he drank in your lovely shape. How long since a pretty thing like you entered this infernal domain? How easy would it be to subdue you and make you a slave to his lust? What sounds could he coax from those wet lips of yours? His member twitched to life beneath his withered skirt, the thought of possessing you clouding his mind with lascivious images of your naked body beneath him.

When he took a step towards you, you ran like a frightened lamb.

Watching you turn around to flee– the distance growing between you with every passing second– Pyramid Head gripped his weapon tightly, anger consuming him as he followed right after you. 

As if he would allow you to escape him. 

He would take you. Tarnish that soft flesh and desecrate your soul until you were nothing but a bloody heap beneath him. 

He just needed to catch you first. 

Opening the lockers one by one, he couldn’t suppress his frustrated grumbles when you weren’t there. Where were you? He shifted his attention to the familiar clutter of furniture on the staircase, noting how neatly some chairs were piled in a corner–knowing that the times he’s ventured here, the chairs were never tampered in such a way. 

Realizing how close he must be to capturing you, he started up the stairs, dropping his weapon without a care as he tore down the barricade in a frenzy to find you. 

When his search proved fruitless, the veins in his arms and neck became more prominent from his fury. WHERE WERE YOU? Blind with rage, he smashed his fists against the broken furniture and the rotting walls, tearing everything in his wake as he roared loud enough to make his helmet vibrate violently from the sound. It hurt enough to cause him to rupture something and bleed, trails of blood dripping down his neck to mix with the blood of his other victims.

As he stood breathing heavily on the landing of the stairs, trying to shake off the cloud of anger consuming him, a faint creak was heard downstairs. He twisted his body to look behind him, crazily observing the area where he heard it from. 

There was a lone table. The once white cloth adorning it was an ugly shade of brown, time not being kind to as it had torn holes ruining it. He could care less about the useless piece of cloth. What had his undivided attention was the dainty fingers that could be seen poking out beneath it. 

There was a moment of silence before he charged down the stairs. 

Gripping the sides of the table, he flung it across the hall, old wood shattering to pieces when it smacked against the railing of the stairs. He paid little mind to the destruction he created, his focus landing entirely on your meek figure below him. A look of horror crossed your face, mouth open in shock as you stared up at him. A rumble of contentment echoed within his helmet having finally found his prize, quickly dropping down to his knees to grab you and pin you between his legs.

It didn’t take much to overpower you, Pyramid Head sitting on your thighs to lessen your squirming. Bunching the pink fabric in his hands, he tore your sweater apart like paper, your startled scream doing little to deter him. His bloodied hands groped the exposed flesh hungrily, smudging your torso with the red substance as you shrieked in disgust. The way the softness of your tummy gave under his firm hands had him addicted. He loved how weak and pliant your flesh was.

Your mounds were a sight too, spilling off the cups of the small band around your chest. He tore that off easily too, your bust jiggling from the action and making him groan at the sight. Much to his pleasure, he saw your skin pebble with goosebumps, the cool air of the room turning your nipples into tight buds.

His hands moved, thick fingers stroking over your breasts to test the doughy texture. You gasped, arching from the pressure, unknowingly pushing your chest against his palms. Much to your chagrin, the rough pads of his fingers sent a fire bolt careening from your nipples and through your quivering belly to ignite heat into your core. You bit your lip, ignoring the sensation as you tried shoving his hands away with your feeble strength. When he tugged harshly on the tips of your breasts, you let out a pained whine, the kittenish sound sending a shock of pleasure down his spine. He wished to tear you apart, bathe in your essence as he drank up your tortured cries.

He was reluctant to pull his hands away from you, your body smeared in a beautiful canvas of blood, but his need to fully claim you could not be denied.  Pyramid Head removed his hands from your breasts with a final rough squeeze, shifting one to rub his erection to alleviate some of his need, while the other hand trailed down to caress your clothed hip possessively.

He was bewitched by you, reverently stroking your skin with bloodied hands to dirty your purity. Shielding your breasts from his view, you were a vision with your head turned to the side, choking on a sob as you realized that despite how your mind protested his brutish touches, your body betrayed you when slickness dripped between your thighs.

At war with yourself, you didn't pay attention when his attention turned to the last article of clothing preserving your modesty.

Easing up on his weight, he shifted his body down to tug at your black jeans. When the tight fabric stuck around your hips, he grew irritated at the minor inconvenience. Before you could voice out a protest, he roughly flipped you over onto your stomach, shock coursing through you when he tore the denim to shreds at your sides, dragging the rest of it down your legs and taking your panties and shoes with them.

You could feel the heat in your face at the state of your nudity. He caressed your ass then– forcing an undignified yelp from you at the offensive touch– squeezing the globes on either palm, his nails digging into the fat hard enough to leave lasting bruises on your unblemished skin. 

"N-no! You're hurting me!" 

You hissed between your teeth, sharp aches blossoming from where his fingers pressed on your ass. You shivered with disgust when the blood on his hands dirtied your globes, matching it with the mess of your front.

Brushing a calloused finger along your vulva, he was met with the heat of your pussy. It had your body jerking to attention, the blood draining from your face in an instant. When he tried to insert the bloody finger inside you, you shook erratically, your hands scrambling for purchase on the floor to get away from him. 

Tired of your antics, he twisted you to your back, uncaring of the yelp that left you when the back of your head hit the floor with a loud thud. Holding you down with one hand around your neck, he nearly choked you as he began pulling impatiently at the fastenings of his long skirt to jerk himself free with his other. His body shook with excitement, enticed by your naked flesh even as you begged sweetly under him. 

He paid little mind to your frantic scratching on his arm, the pain miniscule when compared to the hard throbbing of his cock— the twitching member pulsating so strongly that it had his mind blazing from the painful pressure, a groan of distress escaping him the longer it was kept confined. Pain that would only be soothed once he was encompassed by the tight walls of your pussy. 

~

The state of your mind went into a panic when you saw it. What lay between those muscled thighs was a monstrosity. It would bring you nothing but pure anguish and misery, the way it could barely spring upward with its heavy weight. Accompanied by an equally heavy set of balls and prominent veins lining the length of it– it was more of an instrument of pain than that of pleasure, meant to punish and brutalize those that fell victim to it. 

A whimper left you before you started thrashing in earnest, clawing away at his arm to get away from that. 

"LET GO OF ME! NO! Y-YOU CAN'T-!" 

You didn't care that he could snap your neck in a second, didn't care that he could rip you limb from limb or crush your head with his bare hands. Those were much better options than the alternative he was hellbent on pursuing. 

What the hell?! How can he be that bi-!!? Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt monstrous hands grip your knees and pull them apart savagely, screaming at the painful ache in your pelvis following the rough motion. He knelt between your spread legs, his large thighs forcing you open and leaving you unable to close your legs.

"W-wait! Wait! Think about what you're doing, please?! It's not possi-?!" 

The blunt head of his cock tapped your entrance, the pearl of precum mixing with your wetness as he tried to nudge his way in. His size proved too much for your smaller frame, his dick sliding up your vulva in a failed attempt to penetrate you. The insistent push of his hips had you holding your breath, body freezing in place when the head of his cock threatened to breach your cunt only to slide along your labia once more. 

The rough motion had you panting, the repeated nudging on your clit causing your pelvis to twitch from the erotic stimulation. You couldn’t stop your body’s reaction to him, a pulsating heat shimmering beneath your skin. Taking a glance down, you shuddered at the sight of his cock sandwiched between your spread lips. It had your feminine channel burning for him despite your fear of him. Shame accompanied your arousal as you felt more of your natural fluids coating the underside of his dick and flowing down your ass in rivulets.

While you lay gasping at the dizzying sensation, you were ignorant to his growing agitation when he missed his mark again. He raised your hips higher, giving himself a better view of your leaking hole before grabbing his wet shaft with one hand and lining himself up once more. This time he was determined to properly defile you.

Your eyes fluttered open when he adjusted you, looking up at him in confusion as you tried to clear your mind. The momentary pleasure he had given you was obliterated in a second when you felt the press of his cock head stab its first inch inside your dripping pussy. 

Like a bucket of cold water hitting your face, you shrieked when the reality of your situation set in. Flinching from his touch, you tried twisting your hips away from him hoping to dislodge the stiff cock from its journey inside you. 

"No! You won't fit!"

Bucking your hips uselessly, you failed to realize that your swirling hips moved pleasantly around the tip, a dribble of cum shooting out of his cock to coat your insides– making you gasp when you felt it and him shudder strongly at the feel of your sweet cunt. Seeing how you were so lubricated for him, he repositioned himself above you, bracing a foot on the floor while keeping the other leg bent at the knee. Grabbing the back of your knees, he pushed them forward near your head, effectively placing you in a mating press of sorts.

Not giving you any time to protest, he thrusted half of himself in one diligent push.

You yelped at the sudden pain, eyes nearly popping out of your face as you felt your pussy stretch beyond its limit. Glimmer of tears rushed to your eyes, the pain making your mouth wobble as he pulled away– the drag of his cock against your inner walls nearly causing you to faint– only to cry out when he thrusted back in with more force. More of his cock violated your sore insides, rendering you a screaming mess as he continued to plunder your wrecked form. Too scared to look at the damage between your legs, you pushed against his firm stomach, pleading for him to stop or he'll kill you. 

A sharp jab into your swollen flesh had you crying out, arching your back as tears trailed down your face. No manner of preparation could’ve made his passage bearable, the stark difference between his gargantuan size and your regular size evident as you struggled to accommodate him.

He took you like a brute. Not caring about your distressed wails.

It hurt.

Maybe the pain was making you delirious, but beneath the agony, there was a thread of pleasure seeping through the cracks. You refused to believe it, the thought of your body betraying you in such a way nearly crumbling you.

…

…

 Then why were your hips moving timidly alongside his?

~

His hands bit into your sides, Pyramid Head lifting your lower body off the floor to smack against him, driving the rest of his cock inside your spasming pussy with a low groan.

It was a tight fit. 

Once the entirety of his throbbing cock was seathed inside your warm heat, he took the time to glance down at you. You were a sweaty mess of blood and tears, pained gasps emerging from your trembling lips as your body twitched uncontrollably from his claiming of you. Your entrance was stretched taut around his engorged cock, the blood smeared on your pelvis making him wonder if it was yours or from him. 

He was immune to your choked sobs, not feeling the least bit remorseful of his violent taking of you. Rather, he was pleased you survived. Many didn’t make it past this stage, but you proved to be a pleasant surprise. 

The snug walls of your cunt suddenly clenched around his dick, nearly making him cum on the spot. 

He pulled his hips back, hissing when your walls clamped down on him, making the task difficult before driving forward with purpose. Before long, your soaked entrance made his movements easier, his dick sliding much faster inside your straining pussy. Pained cries turned into soft mewls, your hips eventually moving in tandem with his with every brush of your clit. 

He paused midthrust to stare at the bulge in your tummy in fascination. It was a ghastly sight– the way your lower belly distended from his cock penetrating you. He pressed on the bump in an inquisitive manner, jolting in shock when your channel clenched around him erratically, a stream of fluid splashing on his lower belly following your loud shriek. 

The shock was momentary, Pyramid Head rubbing your secretion between his fingers to play with the strings. Bringing them beneath the helm of his helmet, he was overtaken with the smell of your lust. Even though you couldn’t meet his gaze, you could feel him staring at you in a hungry manner. He gave you little time to be embarrassed, hunching over you to place your legs above his elbows, spreading you further and spearing into you with brutal thrusts.

He couldn't stop the rapid succession of thrusts, driving into you faster and faster as his release built up with every plunge inside you.

~

You twisted helplessly, opening your mouth to voice out your pleasure as fire spread throughout your body. His fierce pace had you writhing wildly beneath him, shaking your head at the growing tension in your stomach– signaling another approaching orgasm. You didn’t want him to stop. Your womb clenched with every harsh jab of his monstrous dick against it, the pressure escalating with every second of your ruin.

“O-oh! Please, please, please–!!” You sobbed, not knowing if you wanted him to stop his rough onslaught on your poor body or begging for more as his hips collided violently between the juncture of your thighs. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed along the hall, your passionate cries and his low groans forever imprinted on your mind. Your legs grew tired, falling lax on either side of him, unable to keep up with his vigorous pace. 

He used you like nothing more than a cocksleeve, molding the shape of his cock in your tight pussy, his sac slapping lewdly against your ass.

It became too much. 

Your mind went blank when the knot in your belly finally snapped, letting out a scream of completion when intense heat spread throughout your shaking body. Your vaginal walls gripped him tightly, trying to milk him for all his worth, the sudden tightness forcing a growl to emerge from him. Tears escaped you, the painful pleasure driving you mad in his embrace.

White lights danced behind your eyelids, your orgasm turning you into a puddled mess of ecstasy even as he continued to ravage you.

The last thing you felt before closing your eyes in exhaustion was a scorching heat filling your insides, calloused fingers rubbing the bump in your tummy in wonder.

❣️🖤❣️Thank you for reading~! ❣️🖤❣️

I got another treat for my dear followers! You gotta know I'm posting NSFW Art to go with my fics as well~ (*^ ‿ <*)♡

🎃Happy Halloween, you guys! Stay safe out there!🎃

When Greta escaped, Brahms felt a tremendous amount of rage.

He had broken furniture and flung objects at the walls as he sobbed at losing the one person that was meant for him. He was all alone now, with no one to see to his needs or take care of him anymore.

He fell into deep despair for the weeks that followed. He was lost. His hair was more unkempt and dirtier than before. He wore the same clothing for over a week now and he refused to eat even as his stomach groaned in protest. Isolation and lack of hygiene had taken a toll on him and he grew irritable at the world.

...

When he heard a window open one evening, Brahms narrowed his eyes.

Who was...? Brahms quickly hid, his fists clenching in agitation as he waited to see who dared to enter his home uninvited. When he caught them, he would deal with them like he did that man that destroyed the doll.

The sight of you clumsily falling inside his home startled him, his eyebrows lifting in surprise at your graceless entrance.

"Ow, ow, ow." You rubbed your back, a look of discomfort on your face from landing wrong on the floor. "This is the last time I'm going to be doing shit like this."

Brahms took note of your appearance: a strapless long sleeve shirt showing your dainty shoulders, your breasts stretching the fabric enticingly as you stood up to look around you. He felt himself blush when he realized that the tight shorts you wore accentuated your bottom, your hips swaying as you took hesitant steps around room.

You... You were beautiful.

Careful to watch his steps, he silently trailed after you, eyes glued to your form as you navigated your way through his home. He saw you were rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, a frustrated huff leaving you when you failed to find anything. He wondered what you were looking for.

~

"Where?" You bit your lip anxiously, a thoughtful look crossing your face as you stopped to survey the room once more. "There has to be a flashlight or a map somewhere in this place."

"'It's going to be fun', they said. 'You got nothing to worry about, we'll be right behind you'. Bunch of liars," you grumbled. "Now I'm lost in the middle of who-knows-where, inside an abandoned mansion and with no way to contact anyone." You let out a sigh, trying not to break down at your dreadful circumstances.

Taking note of how chilly it was, you rubbed your forearms to try to bring some warmth into your body. Your clothes weren't ideal. You had only picked out your outfit because you liked how it looked on you. You didn't expect to have to step foot into the woods when you went out with your friends that day.

As soon as they (hopefully) found you, you would chew them a new one for forgetting about you.

But for now, you needed to rest. You went about trying to find somewhere to sleep before night fell. Locating the stairs that led to the second floor, you tried to ignore the uncanny feeling of being watched.

Ghost aren't real. Paranormal stuff isn't real. It's just an abandoned house. There can't be anyone still living here...right?

Shaking your head to forget your paranoia, you sprinted up the stairs. You figured that if you found a room soon, you could lock it from the inside and keep yourself barricaded from anything unwelcome for the night.

~

Brahms was anxious. His fingers kept curling and uncurling, not sure how to proceed with having a new guest in the house. One thing was clear for sure.

Brahms wanted you.

And he would have you.

...

Brahms was usually careful to hide his presence from people. No one was ever the wiser that he was lurking inside his home, observing and analyzing and never revealing himself to anyone.

It was probably his over eagerness and desperation to have contact with someone that made him make such a careless mistake.

Brahms had lost you, entering a room he thought you had entered only to not find you there. Hearing a gasp behind him, Brahms turned abruptly, finding that you were by the door. He cursed at himself when he saw you pale with fear, your lips shaking as your eyes widened at the sight of him.

You bolted then, running down the hall to get to the stairs.

He chased after you, his longer strides aiding him in closing the distance between you. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't bare being alone any longer. You were perfect in his eyes and he would not let you escape so easily.

A burst of speed sprung from him when you turned to head to the stairs. A yelp left you when he all but barreled into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pulling you away before you could even go down the stairs.

Your thrashing did little to loosen his hold on you. You were practically a doll, feet dangling inches from the ground as you punched him from the back, desperate to get free.

Brahms took a whiff of your hair, the sweet scent just barely noticeable through his mask. He ignored your attempts to hurt him, choosing to sling you over his shoulder and head into one of the rooms as you yelled in protest.

Once inside, he locked it for good measure. He wasn't going to give you a chance to escape him. Heading to the bed in the corner of the room, he dropped you. Your body bounced once before you scrambled to get away, trying to move past him and to the door.

Brahms stopped you by wrapping an arm around your waist and flinging you back aggressively to the bed.

"You can't leave. Don't worry, I'll be a good boy," he promised you, his voice dreamy and breathless as his hands went for your body.

~

You screamed when he straddled you, your hands pinned above your head as he wasted no time tugging your shirt up with his free hand. Your bare breasts bobbed at the action, heat rising to your face as he cupped one and started to gently knead it.

"I'll be really good," he muttered distractedly. "I'll be a good boy." He then removed his child-like mask, revealing himself to you. Despite his dirty and haggard appearance, you were struck dumb at how handsome he was.

The man lowered his face to your bosom and you could do nothing but watch as his tongue slithered out and licked roughly at your nipple.

Jumping in surprise at the wetness of his tongue, you squirmed trying to ignore how good it felt. When he engulfed your tit into his mouth, a keen left you at how amazing his mouth felt. He sucked on your nipple lasciviously, humming his content before worrying the nub between his teeth and tugging on it. You couldn't stop the little noises escaping your mouth even if you wanted to. Before long, your nipple were hard peaks, aroused at being played with by his strong hands and eager mouth. His beard tickled you, the scrape making you jittery and confused. With every lick and grope, you could feel your traitorous body weaken under the pleasure it was experiencing.

"S-stop it," the words were said in a rush, no real conviction coming from them as you started to pant. When he opened his mouth wider to bite your breast, your body jerked in shock at the pain. A pained cry left you, disgust filling you when you heard him moan hotly at the taste of your blood. "Let go! That hurts!"

As you thrashed once more, you tried ignoring the way your clit started to pulsate madly when he continued suckling you.

~

"Ah!"

Brahms dragged his eyes to your scared face, the starved look in his making him seem almost feral to your eyes.

"W-what are you-?!" Your words ended in a cry, Brahms licking a trail from the curve of your breast to the corner of your mouth. "Don't... Noo..." He kissed you then, trying to part your lips open with his tongue.

Brahms had no experience so his kissing ability was very clumsy and rough. He wanted to learn but you were unwilling to help him. Your refusal to give him access to your mouth was starting to anger him. Grabbing your head with both hands, he turned his head to painfully mash his lips against yours. He could feel your tiny fists pummeling at his back, your legs kicking on either side of his hips as you tried to swing your head to the side.

His patience running out, Brahms bit at your lower lip in retaliation. It caused you to let out a wail when he broke through the skin, Brahms taking full advantage of your open mouth and shoving his tongue inside. Your cries were muffled, body quivering beneath his as he sloppily explored every inch of your mouth. He moaned into the open-mouth kiss, wrapping his tongue around yours in excitement.

When Brahms pulled away, a string of mixed saliva and blood connected you both before he licked it away. He took notice of your tears, tiny little pants leaving your swollen lips as you looked at him pleadingly.

You looked so... tempting that way.

~

Your lower lip felt numb. The bite wound on your left breast was throbbing in pain. Your body was already tired from trying to buck him off your body. There was not much you could do with your energy depleted. "What do you want?" You timidly asked.

The man's eyes were almost black in color, the way his eyes were narrowed giving him an ominous aura above you. When his hand touched your hair lovingly, you held your breath waiting to see what he would do.

The hand trailed down to caress around your shoulder, then to the slope of your breast (inciting a shiver from you), going down to rub your soft tummy before heading to the curve of your hip. There, his hands squeezed the plump flesh firmly, making you release a gasp. When you went to remove his hold, his other hand came down to wrap around your throat to squeeze lightly in warning.

"Stay still," he warned you. Immediately, you placed your hands on either side of your head. You could practically hear the or else after that warning and had do desire to test him any further.

"Please don't... don't hurt me anymore," you begged him.

When he grabbed hold of the front of your shorts, dread quickly filled you.

Oh. Oh, no.

~

Seeing you bring your hands up, Brahms took a few moments to stare you down, making sure to dissuade any obedience from you with one look. When he was satisfied you weren't going to try anything, he went to work on removing your shorts.

Taking your panties with them, he threw the fabric over his shoulder and focused his attention on the newly bared skin. He visibly gulped at your wide hips, hands twitching with excitement as he felt himself grow impossibly hard in his pants. He rubbed himself to try to alleviate some of the pressure, picturing how well he would nestle in between your thighs. He just knew you would fit together like a puzzle.

Needing to feel your naked skin against his, Brahms shrugged off his dirty cardigan, baring his muscled arms and then lifted his shirt to expose the rest of his built physique. He preened a little when he saw your wide eyes roam over his bared skin, a glint of appreciation reflecting off them before hearing you gulp and turning your head away in shame.

Shifting his eyes to your heaving breasts, a sick satisfaction filled him at seeing his mark there. He traced the wound with a finger, a smug smile on his face when he caught sight of your hard nipples. He fondled you then, taking a breast in each hand and pulling on your nipples to get a reaction out of you. His cock throbbed when he heard your little sighs and gasps, noticing how your lower half became restless and shifted from side to side.

When he caught the slight sheen of arousal on your pussy, he felt his mouth go dry. What would you taste like?

Licking his lips in anticipation, Brahms placed his hands on your knees and gently opened you up. He was given a second view of your soaked pinkness before it was closed off from him. To his displeasure, you had clenched your thighs shut, depriving him of such a beautiful picture. "Open them," He practically growled out the words, narrowing his eyes at your defiance.

You shook your head, refusing to obey him. You started begging once more, promising you would never step foot in his house again and that you would never tell anyone what he did to you. He quickly shut you up when he grasped your neck firmly, digging his fingers painfully into your tiny throat until you were grasping at his wrist desperately.

~

Feeling like you couldn't get enough air into your lungs, you started to wheeze and tremble beneath his grip. "S-stop... please."

The man's disgruntled appearance did not change. Instead he tightened his hold even more on your neck until you started feeling lightheaded. "You're...," his eyes darkened, "you're making me upset."

"I'm sorry," you apologized, hands rising to stroke the hairs of his chest. You hoped that if you could calm him with your touch, he would reconsider choking the life out of you. "I'm just... scared. You're bigger than me. You don't want to do this. Please just... just let me go." As soon as the words left your lips, the hand around your neck loosened.

Staring up at him with a doe-eyed expression, you hoped you had managed to knock some sense into him. Maybe he would show mercy and let you go on your way.

You were so stupid.

"You're not leaving me. I will never allow it." With that said, the man forced your legs open, not giving you any time to react as he dropped down to his knees and latched on to your slit.

The first lick from pussy to clit had you jerking in shock. You tried closing your legs, only for him to push your knees to your shoulders and expose you fully to his gaze. You blanched at seeing how wet you were, catching the sheen of arousal betraying your shrieking mind.

"Wait! I don't think that's...ugh!" A gasp left you when he lapped once more, your cunt soon soaked with his saliva and driving you mad from the stimulation. You prayed he did not take notice of the little jump you made whenever he came in contact with your clit. As if he read your mind, he licked up the wetness coating your pussy, then pressed his tongue firmly against your clit.

Throwing your head back, a lewd moan left your shocked lips. Your hands flew to grab on to his wrists, desperate to be free of the embarrassing position. No manner of scratching would remove his hold on you. His hands wouldn't budge from their place behind your knees, the male shaking his head and smearing your wetness all over his mouth and beard. When he stabbed his tongue inside your throbbing pussy, you saw stars, a babble of nonsense leaving your trembling mouth.

You released his wrists to go for his head. Tugging at his curly hair, you didn't know if you were trying to pull him away or coax him to bury his tongue deeper into you. Pleasured screams left you when he pulled his tongue out of your drenched pussy only to suck cruelly on your clit. It wasn't long before you began to grind your hips upward to his hot mouth.

The man let you push his face into your needy pussy, a lustful growl leaving his occupied mouth and making you curl your toes at the added vibration. "Just like that! Ah... don't stop...!" You begged sweetly, a thin line of drool escaping the corner of your mouth.

Dirty wet sucking could be heard, whimpers and throaty moans echoing in the room as the man continued eating you ravenously. When he finally brought you to climax, you felt your eyes roll to the back of head. You could faintly hear obscene slurping noises coming from between your thighs, the man drinking down the juices that exploded out of you.

The pleasure was so agonizing. You could feel every electrifying shock running through your body in the aftermath of your orgasm. Just when you thought it would be over, you felt your body being manhandled into a different position. He didn't even give you time to catch your breath as he flipped your body around to present your back to him.

Realizing your bent position, you weakly looked back at him.

The man was tugging down his pants.

~

Perspiration coated both of you, the hard slam of sweaty flesh reverberating loudly throughout the cold room. It was an arousing sight to see your ass jiggling every time Brahms buried his cock inside you. The way you gasped and moaned erotically with every drive of his hips against your ass. Your hands fisting the bed sheets as your body shook from the pleasure of having your cunt split open by him over and over.

"T-too haRD!" you exclaimed, breathless mewls leaving you as you were jerked back and forth on his big cock. "You're g-going to...!" Your eyes widened before burying your face in the covers, releasing a whorish mewl when he continued battering at your womb.

Brahms paid little notice to your protests, mind overtaken by the need to pump himself as deep as he could into your wrecked pussy. Bringing his foot up on the bed, he used the new position to drive himself even deeper, his balls slapping against your swollen clit with every thrust. It caused your nerve-endings to go crazy with pleasure and had you tightening up deliciously around his pulsating cock.

Heated groans and grunts left him at the feel of your clenching channel. He had made you cum twice already, yet your greedy pussy swallowed every inch of his penetrating cock. It gripped him snuggly, trying to coax him deeper inside you.

Your insides were just begging to be filled with his essence.

Feeling his own completion near, Brahms adjusted his stance and grabbed either side of waist. He pummeled away at you, snapping his hips with every stroke of his cock along your twitching walls. You were making it hard for him to pull away, your cunt squeezing him like a vice as it spasmed erratically around him.

His thrusts lost their rhythm before long, hips stuttering against your ass as he shot rope after rope of hot, sticky cum inside your sensitive walls. He groaned as you milked him dry of his cum, his body trembling with delight at reaching his end. Your body jerked at the sudden heat, the sensation causing you to gush once more and make a dripping mess on both your thighs.

Brahms' legs buckled and he fell on top of you. A muffled protest left you at feeling his weight crush you and Brahms begrudgingly held himself up to give you room to breath.

Once Brahms was able to catch his own breath, he shifted his attention to you. He turned your head to kiss you sloppily in the mouth. A low whine left you, mind dizzy from being filled to the brim with hot cum. He had really fucked you dumb, leaving your mind in shambles from the jarring orgasms he made you endure. There were bound to be bruises from how hard he had gripped you, but all he cared about was that he had claimed you.

Noticing the pillows on the bed, he quickly grabbed one. Placing the pillow carefully underneath you, Brahms made sure not to dislodge his cock from your pussy, keeping his cum contained inside you. He grinded against your spent pussy, licks of pleasure running through him as he felt himself harden once more.

You felt absolutely amazing, unreal. Brahms rubbed his hand greedily all over your body, intoxicated from how much pleasure you gifted him. You truly were meant for him.

He would NEVER let you leave him.

"Tight." Michael practically growled out the word, hands digging into the fat of your hips as he forced you to take every inch of him.

Your ass was pressed firmly against his pelvis, a gasp of pain leaving you at the bruising hold he had on you. Clutching the edge of the table you were bent over on, you pulled your body forward, hoping to escape from Michael's grip.

Noticing this, Michael pulled you flush against him, a scream leaving you when he threatened to penetrate through your cervix with that one thrust. Cries left you when he wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed a breast with another.

"Mine." Michael muttered into your hair, his chest pressing on your back to keep you immobile beneath him. Your squirming only made him harder, your channel clenching involuntarily around him and making his cock throb angrily.

"Please, let me go." You tearfully hiccuped. You didn't know how much longer you could take this. Michael was not a kind man, the red marks and bruises scattered across your body proving it. Even as you pleaded with him, he was never once gentle with you. Your body trembled pathetically when he bit the nape of your neck.

"No." With that, Michael grabbed both of your pillowy breasts and jerked you back on his broad frame.

Breathless moans left you with every one of his jarring thrusts, your body rocking in tandem with his motions. Before long, you could feel the pressure build on your stomach, thighs starting to quiver as your orgasm neared.

With every wet smack of your hips clashing, Michael could feel himself ready to come inside you again. It had been startling to him when he first came, the feeling euphoric and alien to him. However, after numerous sessions with you, it was something he strived for as he worked your body. The way your pliant body rippled enticingly with his brutal assault had him addicted. "So soft."

Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he pummeled away at your wet pussy. You could do nothing but take it. Your arms were caged on either side of you, unable to jerk free from his hold. He adjusted his stance so that your legs were around his, spreading you wide to take him all the way inside you. His mind set on filling you up once more, your screams driving him to completion as he jerked sloppily inside you.

"This. Is. Mine." He hissed in your ear, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. You only mewled in response, mind clouded with pleasure as slick and cum ran down your thighs.

The blindfold was tugged upward, your red-rimmed eyes glassy and wide as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Your vision was fuzzy for a moment, barely making out the broad male above you in the dark. You let out a gasp, squinting your eyes as you tried to make sense at who you were looking at.

"W-who are you?"

Rather than answer you, Michael laid his hands below your chest, keeping you in place as he pulled his hips back. With his freed erection out of his suit, he could finally feel your bare skin against his. Your spread legs quivered under his grip, the heat emitting from between your thighs driving him insane. His cock throbbed angrily, the feeling so foreign to him that he didn't know how to proceed at first. All he knew was that the feeling alleviated slightly when he rubbed against you. The underside of his cock was soon soaked with your slick, your arousal coating him and making him slide easier against your slit.

The movement caught you off guard, a hitch in your throat when you felt him, hard and thick, slide across your sensitive vulva. Shutting your eyes at the pleasurable feeling, you let him rock against you, stimulating your clit with every graze of his cock. You grit your teeth and turned your flushed face away, refusing to give in even as your nipples perked up with interest at his actions.

This was so wrong. You shouldn't want this...yet it felt so good. Your clit pulsed with every brush of his cock, your cunt clenching around nothing as it desired something to fill it. Tears built up in the corner of your eyes, your mind at war with your body over the pleasurable sensations running through you.

When he pressed the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance, you gasped turning your gaze to the apex of your thighs. Nothing could have prepared you for the sheer size the male sported. "W-wait wait wait wait!" You raised your hips, panic flooding you as you began to thrash again. It didn't matter how wet you were, he was not going to fit. "No!"

Your protests made Michael narrow his eyes, making him reach behind his back for his butcher knife. When you caught sight of it, your blood ran cold, your body stilling in fear.

The knife's edge slithered up your body, threatening to break skin if you so much as moved. You could only stare at him petrified. He stopped at your throat, the sharp edge of the blade pressing hard enough that you felt a drop of blood trail down to the nape of your neck. All he had to do was plunge it into your jugular and you would be no more. "Please, no... I'm sorry."

You couldn't stop the tears streaming down your face even if you wanted to. You weren't above begging at this point. You had no desire to die.

~

'I'm scared," your trembling frame more than proved it to him, "You're bigger than me. We can't do this, please. You're going to hurt me."

Michael tilted his head, your words giving him pause. He perused your body, taking note of how tiny you were compared to him. You were a small thing, easy to manhandle and subdue. There was no doubt that penetrating you was going to be a challenge.

But his curiosity had to be sated.

A shriek left you when he stabbed his knife on the bedding next to your head. He left it there as a reminder for you to behave and remain submissive for him. Opening the gap of his suit wider, he rolled up his undershirt to reveal the hardened muscles of his stomach. He hardly took notice of your shocked reaction, hands shaking in anticipation as he focused on your glistening slit.

Laying your legs over his hips, Michael reached down to grip himself, his organ twitching underneath his calloused palm. Lining himself to your entrance, Michael brought his hips forward to begin entering you.

Your body resisted the broad tip, his girth too much for your hole to allow it passage inside. "It's not going to fit." Sweat coated your body, your heart beating fast when he still pressed on. "Listen to me please, it's not-!"

A garbled noise left you when the head of his cock popped inside you, Michael not missing a beat as he shoved his shaft deeper into you. Your entrance pulled taut around him, the sheer circumference of him making you pale when he continued ignoring your pleads.

''You're going to tear me in two! Go slowly, please!" Your begging was for naught, Michael forcing your tiny pussy to stretch around his immense girth. He fed more of himself into your tight walls, ignoring your keening cries as he fisted the bedding above your head, knuckles white at the feeling of you clamping down on him. A pained grunt left him, eyes narrowing when he saw that you hadn't even taken half of him. You're body was wound too tightly, the tenseness of your frame making it harder for him to continue.

Michael took a glance at your face, noting the distressed way you crunched up your face and the hiccupping cries leaving your trembling lips. When your teary eyes met his, supplication clear in your gaze, Michael felt something in him snap.

Wrapping his arms around you, he held on tight to your shoulders. Confusion decorated your face when he buried his face into your neck. Just as you opened your mouth to question him, he snapped his hips forward. Your eyes went impossibly wide, a shrill scream leaving you as he tore through you.

~

The pain.

It was excruciating.

You shook your head at the icy pain, legs flailing on either side of him as you wailed horribly beneath him. "Take it out! Take it out!"

Fucking God, it hurt so much.

Heart-wrenching sobs left you, unable to focus on anything else but the burning strain of taking him. Daring to take a glance down, you choked on your saliva when you saw the raised bump on your tummy. It stopped just below your belly button, the shape of his cock creating an indecent bulge in your lower abdomen.

Your eyes lit with horror, afraid that he had torn you in two. When he shifted his weight, you let out a pained cry at the movement.

"Please, p-pull it out," you begged one last time, "You're going to kill me."

As you lay there, body in absolute agony, Michael was burning inside to hold himself back.

~

If there was such a thing as heaven, Michael finally knew it, buried balls deep inside you.

A shudder left him, his whole body shivering as he clenched his teeth at the feeling of your pulsating walls strangling him. When he tried to pull away, your insides held on tight, the vice-like grip on his cock nearly making him collapse.

Michael was apathetic to your sobs, too drunk off the tightness of your pussy. He'd never experienced anything like this. It felt like you were sucking him in, your gummy walls massaging his girth firmly and hotly.

Michael lowered his head to focus on where you were joined.

It was certainly a tight fit. His cock was completely inside you, your lips stretched taut around his shaft. He could even see where he filled you to bursting, the swell in your lower stomach startling him slightly. The sight made a hot rush of pleasure run through him. His cock twitched, your inner muscles squeezing him in response. Giving you time to adjust to him, he set about exploring your naked body in the meantime.

Lifting off you, Michael's hands traveled to your ribcage. His eyes locked on to your bountiful chest, the heaving mounds quivering enticingly beneath him. Michael squeezed your ample chest, his fingers digging into the pliant flesh eliciting a groan from you. He fondled them quite roughly seemingly drunk on how easily your flesh yielded to his grip. When he felt the hard peak of your nipples underneath his palm, his mouth went dry. Licking his lips, Michael pinched your nipples, pulling and rubbing them harshly. It elicited tiny gasps from you, your voice causing his heart to race in his chest. Bending his body forward, he let his warm breath tease one of your naked breast before engulfing your nipple into his hungry mouth.

The heat of his mouth was almost scorching. Michael suckled hard, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he tugged on the other with his hand. When he bit the hardened nub, he was surprised to hear you moan. It seemed that you enjoyed having your breasts played with, a red flush on your face as you looked at him abusing the little nub in his mouth. He was inadvertently distracting you from the pain between your legs.

Not taking his eyes off you, Michael pressed both of your breasts together making your nipples nearly touch each other. Opening his mouth wide, he licked them in one broad stripe before teasing the area around them with the tip of his tongue. Your chest was heaving heavily at this point, your clit pulsing with every touch on your nipples. After awhile of his curious lapping, he took both of your peaks inside his mouth and sucked harshly. Hearing your moan of delight pleased him, the sound traveling to his throbbing cock trapped inside you. He felt your body jolt in reaction, your walls soaking him with your juices as you tilted your chest up to offer more of yourself.

Unable to resist, he removed his mouth from your wet nipples, pulling away with a pop before choosing to bite the underside of your boob. It was fascinating to him how soft you were, how easily he could tear you with his teeth if he wanted to. He was almost tempted, if only to hear your anguished cries, but he found he enjoyed the kittenish responses he coaxed out of you more. He littered hickeys all over your chest, something inside him calling him to mark you possessively.

When he felt your hips grind hesitantly on his, Michael took it as cue that you were ready.

What remained of your dress was collared around your waist, Michael bunching the material in his hands as he straightened his back and braced his knees on the bedding. He used it as leverage, slowly pulling away from your pussy until only the tip was inside you. It was an anticipatory moment, his cock twitching with excitement at the prospect of impaling you again. Just remembering the feel of your sweet pussy was doing things to him. You had barely taken a breath when he slammed violently into your pussy, a resounding smack echoing in the room.

You cried out at his roughness, your body still not fully used to his size. "Slow! Please!"

Your words went over his head, Michael's mind engrossed on the delicious heat of your pussy as he tugged you back to his cock. He was hypnotized by the swell on your stomach when he pushed his member inside, his balls drawing tight as a tingling sensation spread to his spine. His body moved of its own accord, cock pulling away with strands of your slick before pumping back inside you. The pupils of his eyes widened, the lust overtaking him as he set a quick pace. You felt too damn good and it felt even better when he went faster. A feral growl left him, the beginnings of a blush starting on his cheeks. He was eventually covered in sweat from the energy he was exerting, but his limbs were far from tired.

~

The violent clashing of your hips nearly drowned out your cries. It felt like Michael's pelvis was trying to crush yours, your skin rippling with every solid thrust.

"Stop! AH! You're gonna-!" You're eyes crossed when the hairs of his groin tickled your nub, the stimulation making you wetter as you began to accommodate to his size. The size of his cock was hitting every sensitive spot inside you, driving your pleasure to a crescendo as you let out breathless moans.

It became hard to focus before long. With your body bobbing up and down haphazardly, you could only catch glimpses of him wrecking you. A fierce, almost angry expression crossed his face, gritting his teeth as the muscles of his body were tense and hard above you. It scared you, but it it excited your pussy. The sight of a big, dangerous male using you for his pleasure, reaching so deep inside you that you could almost feel him at your throat. At the mercy of someone primal was heightening your pleasure, body enamored with the bruising touches of a sinister male.

Oh, you were so fucked in the head.

Mere minutes passed before he succeeded in making you cum. It took a few hard bumps against your womb to make you reach your peak. Your back arched when you came, your eyes squeezing shut as you let out a scream. Your muscles contracted around him, clenching and clamping down hungrily as you soaked him with your release.

A low whine left you, the endorphins caused by your orgasm turning you putty below him. You felt so weightless and sated. You had never climaxed so quickly in your entire life and you were basking in the afterglow. You were about to drift off to sleep when you realized your body was still rocking erratically.

Oh, no.

He wasn't slowing down.

Noises you never thought yourself capable of left your lips, your walls strangling his shaft and sucking him in deeper with each penetration. You were far too sensitive, your raw insides protesting the friction as you tried to buck off him.

"No, no! Not anymore, I-I can't-!!"

He was a man possessed, not giving you any reprieve or slowing down his pace. You didn't know that when your walls contracted around him, he almost came. The way your pussy ate his rigid cock and drenched it nearly his undoing.

Then something happened that took you both by surprise. Jets of your slick spurted out of you, smearing a wet mess on your pelvises. Michael stopped his motions, titling his head at the liquid coating his abs and drenching his suit. You're whole body went red, mouth opening and closing in embarrassment at what your body just did.

You had just squirted.

Before you could try to curl in on yourself, he grabbed your waist hard enough to bruise and immediately set up the same relentless pace. Your body rippled once more with every thrust, your breasts bouncing lewdly as you cried out. The motion caused your body to slide up the bed before being pulled back harshly to meet his hips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling him battering your cervix with every thrust.

"S-sto-Ah!-p! You're going to-!" The veins along his cock rubbed something inside you, making you see white for a second. It drove you to clamp down harder on him and release another desperate scream.

~

Michael's ears picked up on it quickly, immediately setting out to find the same spot as he adjusted his angle.

Breathless cries and his growls were accompanied by the continuous slamming of the headboard on the wall. The bed shook horribly, the old wood creaking in protest as Michael took you in an animalistic fashion. Your back arched as you let out a final cry, limps quaking as he pulled another powerful orgasm out of you.

The pulses were getting stronger, driving Michael mad as he fucked you through your orgasm. He could feel the build up welling inside him, ready to burst with every push inside you. His hips were a blur as he increased the tempo, forcing a scream form you at his vicious pace. He thrust once, twice, before exploding inside you, tainting you with rope after rope of his hot cum. He bit his lip hard enough to bleed, shoving so deeply inside you that he threatened to penetrate your womb with his cock.

When the last of his spend jetted out of him, Michael nearly collapsed on top you, bringing his elbows forward to prevent himself from crushing you. He had to take a couple of deep breaths to get his bearings before shoving off of you. His cock dragged along your walls with the motion, your pussy clinging to him as he removed himself.

With his member lying limp, Michael took the chance to look at you. Your body was a shuddering mess, spasms running through you every few seconds. Your inner thighs were a mess of fluids, your slit puffy and shiny as your pussy dribbled out a mix of your cum and his.

As you lay there dazed and pussy full of cum, he swore you were his.

~

Your body twitched with every gasping breath you took.

Your head was high off the orgasms you've just experienced, body an oversensitive mess on the bed. Your slick channel clenched around nothing as cum trailed out of your raw insides.

He came inside...me...

So much cum inside...

You didn't have time to ponder the consequences when your eyelashes began to flutter. Shutting your eyes in exhaustion, you barely felt the binds on your wrists loosening, your hands falling limply beside you.

The last thing you remember before sleep took you was a hand scooping up the cum between your legs and pressing it back inside you.

(Yaaa, so... I want to get rawed by Michael 👉👈