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Swallowing a girl who just cockvored someone and having to deal with her cumming inside of you has been on my mind as of late
took a risk with some slight snuff elements at the end of this one, nothing graphic, just wanted to give you a heads-up!
you were going to burst
when you found a girl in an alley, blissed out as her sack struggled in front of her, you thought you'd just found an easy meal. she barely put up a fight as you gulped her down, even if getting her swollen scrotum down proved to be more of a struggle than you expected. you could feel her jerking off inside of you but didn't pay it any mind, what food did inside of your belly wasn't any of your concern
but then you felt a surge of... well it could only be one thing, right? the girl you ate was cumming, and hard from the feel of it. her whole body was shaking inside of you, and you could feel the weight in your belly start to redistribute
you watched in real time as your belly started to round out more, the bumps of your prey smoothing out as cum filled every available inch inside of your tummy. your eyes were bugging out of your head as you watched your belly push out further and further away from you, feeling it start to push you against the wall, how many girls were in this bitch!?
your belly started to strain, the sheer volume of cum pushing you to your limits, then past them. angry red stretch marks appeared on your sides as you coughed and struggled, hacking up a fat wad of cum, spitting it onto the concrete with a wet splat. you can feel several more pumps of cum deposit on your belly, followed by your prey thrashing wildly before finally going still
the girl had finally drowned in her own cum, and now you're stuck here coughing up some random girl's spunk as you try not to pop
i can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare try
cw: kinktober prompt (roleplay), fem reader, early criminal minds, background hotch x reader x spencer (age gap, reader and spencer in their early-mid 20âs), knifeplay, degradation, murder fantasies, necrophilia fantasies, snuff films mention, blood play mentions, part of the roleplay is that hotch is your daddy (open to interpretation on the exact meaning), one mention of sadomasochism, knife (handle) fucking, dead dove do not eat, under negotiated kink but hints of you and spencer being secretly disturbed freaks, spencer referred to as ghostface for most of the fic, one face slap, fantasy fulfillment (bc spencer is a soft dom TO ME), off screen recording
please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai
kinktober 2024
âSpence, come on, Iâm gonna fall asleep by the time you get ready.â You shout at the closed bathroom door, if only to stave off your own nerves and lingering excitement.
The beginning of October was a snooze fest, you, Spencer, and Aaron had so much work, back to back cases that ran longer than anyone thought. Elle couldnât stop ranting to you, and you to her, about how fucking aggravating things have been. None of you could even afford to make lazy plans for Halloween, the office already minimally decorated with tiny plastic pumpkins and purple-green-orange streamers here and there.
Until the angels granted you mercy, Aaron bargained some time off for the rest of the team in exchange for him spending hours eye level deep in paperwork.
You and Spencer each gave him a brisk but heartfelt thank you kiss before you headed home, to the house owned by a man who wouldnât be accompanying his partners tonight.
Spencer calls back to you in between awkward bangs of his knees against the wall, shuffling his work clothes off and getting into the costume. âJust a second, youâd think youâd appreciate the lenghts iâm willing to go for you.â
You definitely do when after some more bumbling about he comes out in the ghostface costume, his gangly body in the long black fabric, holding the mask in his hand. Because of course you canât do a more normal boss and secretary type situation, no, you have to have your boyfriend dress up like a horror movie serial killer, one of your favorites, and act like heâs gonna do the same to you.
You also wanted to see Spencer let go a little bit, be darker in ways your toes curl thinking about, Aaron was the one that bought the costume anyway. You were too shy to do anything beyond mentioning off handedly that it would be hot, and Spencer wanted you to squirm.
âAaron waited 45 minutes for the employees at Spirit Halloween to find one in the back because they were sold out. The least we do is put it to good use since weâll be working on the actual day.â
Your cold feet turn freezing, âThis is so stupid and weird, we can just lie when he comes back and say we used it-â
Now here you are, breath caught in your chest as you gaze up at the handsome looming figure, Spencer huffs out a laugh at your shyness and flicks the hood up. He puts the mask on and fastens it around his head, now nothing but his gait and his voice signify the man behind the mask being your boyfriend. You can almost see his amused small smile, the knife he swiped from the kitchen block taps a tune along your jawbone, humming a note on every point of contact.
Your eyes flutter shut, setting the scene and dimming the lights, a cold and black gloved hand shoves you back onto the bed, pushing you right into the deep end.
âPlease, I- Iâll do anything, I donât wanna die, sir.â Your voice actually cracks on the tail end of your sentence, putting your all in your amateur-porn-without-a-camera performance.
âShh.â Ghostface whispers but itâs jagged with long held back arousal, âYouâre not going to die yet if you give me something for my trouble. You let me waltz right in just because Daddyâs not home, and now I'm supposed to pass up a pretty little lying whore like you?â
You whimper, âIâm not a whore, I just- He doesnât have to know, please, Iâll do whatever you want, I swear.â
âOh so you admit you were lying to him? How do you think heâs gonna feel when he comes home to see his precious babyâs guts spilled all over the bed she wanted her secret boyfriend to fuck her in. You were so giggly when you told me it was his.â He cocks his head to the side, teeth no doubt gleaming white under the mask. âWhatâs wrong, sugarplum? Not so proud of being a slut anymore?â
âSpread your legs, I have the perfect game in mind. Your pussy canât lie like your mouth can, and I have just the thing she wants.â
You tremble, letting tears gather in your eyes so you really look afraid for your life. You sink into the mattress, your upper inner thighs glisten with your juices, already wet and he hasnât thrust his knife inside of you let alone his cock. Your head says you should just lie there and feel the overhead fan blow gently on your exposed pussy but your clit wants to scream at Ghostface to go in blade first.
âSee, look.â He taunts, parting your folds with the chilly tip of his knife, âSheâs co cute, glistening and puffy, sheâd look so good being fucked on the hilt of my knife, donât you think?â
Itâs not quite what you want but you nod, letting your legs go lax so he can get a proper look at your juicy cunt. He hums in approval, the soft sound raises your hackles and causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.
He slaps the tip of the blade against your clit, and itâs the miracle that you werenât cut that has you pleading up at him with your eyes. To pretty please at least thrust the hilt in so you can feel like youâre getting stabbed on something, Ghostface tilts his head again, his long body bending to the side, considering giving you what you want.
But wasnât the point of this whole charade to turn you into a whiny bitch whoâd risk her life for a serial killerâs knife, lusting after it possibly more than his actual cock?
âOh, fine. I guess weâd better be quick if we donât want your daddy to drop in on us too soon, I'd hate to have to gut him too, baby.â Thereâs a false hint of concern, you can picture a slight pout under the mask, his fingers tighten around the handle.
You eagerly scramble back on the bed, and Ghostface follows after you. His knees sink into the mattress on either side of your hips, one gloved hand shooting out to steady himself by your head and the other keeping a firm grip on his knife. He makes sure you can always see it, not because you actually need a reminder of the threat your (and your daddyâs by association) life is in, but because it entices you into being good.
Not that heâd mind a brat, but he doesnât have the time today to break you apart piece by piece. He waves the knife in front of you, dangling a carrot in front of his dumb bunny, and reaches down under his cloak to unbuckle his belt.
âAw, you perked up as soon as I started fiddling with my belt buckle, huh buttercup? Donât get too excited, that little heart might burst and we havenât even been able to watch any scary movies together yet.â Ghostface teases, shuffling back so his pants can fall to the floor.
You werenât touching yet, but you still whine. His eyes must be crinkling under the mask because he giggles and climbs back up your body to hover above your face. He boops the tip of your nose with his knife, the edge gently scrapes against your chubby cheek and your jawline as he drags it along the contours of your face. Mapping it out so he knows which cuts to make without making you too ugly, as long as your holes can tighten enough to hug something, he doesnât mind.
âAre you scared? Aw, I hope so, itâs only gonna make you tighter, you might even bleed without me having to give you a single cut.â He laughs when you pout at that, dragging the tip of his blade under your shirt before cutting it off and doing the same to your bra, a lacey thing you may or may not have bought specifically for this occasion. Blood red and now in tatters on your daddyâs bedroom floor, hopefully you can pick it up later before he comes home if youâre still alive.
âMmh, donât hurt me, please, Iâm doing what you want arenât I? Iâm being good for you, thatâs all I want, just wanna be good for you so fuckinâ bad.â You plead, gasping as he cuts away your mini skirt too.
And you do, itâs why you want your boyfriend to let go and carve you up as if all youâre good for is to be a monument to how much you adore him. You love him like this, slipping into the role of a guiltless killer who just might snuff the life out of you no matter how stellar your pussy game is, and youâll love him afterwards when he needs round 3 (because you want one round with him in your pussy and one in your ass) to be gentle and sweet, his hung skinny boy cock stealing the breath out of you even when his strokes are languid and honey fueled.
âI know you do, I wouldnât be giving you a chance to live otherwise, you whore. Youâre just a sweet girl who got tripped up as soon as it was looking like you were gonna get dick, right? Doesnât matter what happens after, donât sweat it, youâre gonna get everything you want.â
You mewl, and your eyes flutter shut as he pushes your clothes off of your body. His knifeâs blade shocks you a little when he drags it along your skin, making a path towards your dripping pussy. Your clit throbs in anticipation, Ghostfaceâs cloak shifts as his shoulders slightly shake from laughter.
âGreedy girl, I'm gonna put it in okay? Feel free to cry and scream all you want, I'd prefer it actually.â Is all the warning you get before he positions the black knife handle in front of your pussy, and starts pushing it in.
You whine at the stretch, and he doesnât give you any time to adjust beyond that, slamming it in until the blade is just outside your hole. He grunts in pain, wrapping his hand around the sharp edges, his gloves are too thick for his skin to be sliced through, but you notice his cock twitch under his cloak.
You gush around the hilt of the knife, feeling too dizzy to look down at where it disappears into your body. It doesnât do anything but split you in two, thereâs no special spot it hits and the smooth bumpy ridges are too slight to provide any stimulation. Itâs the brutality of the act that turns you on, a masked man looming above you as he plunges his knife into you, stabbing you from the inside.
The blade makes itself known every so often, poking your folds, imitations of sharp pecks as Ghostface thrusts the hilt inside your sopping wet pussy. The mess on your daddyâs sheets takes on more fluid, growing into a small puddle, youâre so embarrassed and your heart is beating faster than a hummingbirds as you stare up into the eyes of his mask. Black sinkholes surrounded by bright white, elongated and macabre, you clench around the handle. This could be the last sight you ever see, a ghostly specter getting off on desecrating your body and settling you on fire with your own shame.
You drool at his long fingers, curled so tightly around the blade, he must be in tremendous pain. Your clit jumps, listening for muffled pained groans held behind clenched teeth. Itâs not your own suffering that gets you going apparently, this deranged manâs desperation to make you cum from being hurt that he ends up getting off on hurting himself is all you care about. Your daddy would forgive you, you just couldnât help sniffing after a big soon to be bloody cock, maybe if youâre left alone afterwards he can put you back together. Kiss your wounds and gently guide you through a soft orgasm, a pink frothy ring permanently tied around the base of his cock.
âIs this knife a good enough dildo for you?â Ghostface sneers, he can tell that youâve started to drift off, getting so caught up in the moment you canât even be present enough to ride it out. âThis pussyâs so tight I can't fit anymore of it in, guess youâve been a good whore, Iâm sorry I can't cut up your insides, carve them up like my special little pumpkin. Round and sweet and so fucking easy to squash into gooey pulp.â
You whimper and rock your hips down, desperate for the blade to somehow slip inside and absolutely mess you up. You want to bleed out around his cock and stare up into the eyes of his mask as you shatter around him, sharing the experience of cumming together while the light leaves your eyes. You donât even know what heâd do, if heâd pull out right away and leave a sea of blood and other bodily fluids surrounding your corpse, if heâd snap a pic or two before sauntering right out the front door, whistling an old timey love song as he runs through his options for what to watch when he gets home.
Or maybe heâd stay, jostle his softening cock inside of you, softly bouncing your cooling body until it becomes too stiff. If heâd tear up just a little behind the mask and brush the gaping long oval shaped mouth over the lips on your face, your first kiss, only in death. Heâd die someday and pull you down to hell so he can tell you his name and do this all over again, kissing the sweat off your philtrum and huffing the sulfur and brimstone from your bush.
âThatâs it, clench on my knife handle, I know thatâs what youâre after, but youâre still drooling⊠donât tell me you want my cock now? We were just getting startedâŠâ
âI- I want your cock, so bad please, I wanna cum on it, wanna make you feel so good youâll come back to finish me off later.â You beg and play with your tits, rolling your nipples in between your fingers so youâll be even wetter.
You want it to be amazing for him, to be enveloped in so much liquid heâd only have to close his eyes and imagine it was your blood. You hear a groan coming from above you and you smile, âItâll be so good, you can keep pretending youâve killed me so we can do this again and again and again and again. I can be your perfect murder victim, a toy that never breaks for good, your cumsock. Please, Mr. Ghostface, we can even make a movie together if you want.â
Amateur porn, snuff, erotic-sleazy-trashy slasher gore porn, cheap horror, youâd do it all.
âGod, you really are such a freaking freak. I thought I told you I wouldn't make a decision until I've ruined every one of your holes for anybody else. I guess this can be your audition, you wanna be my little star so bad then you can prove that you can handle what thatâs really gonna be like. Gonna rough you up and leave you scraped raw, bully this pussy with my dick and choke you out when itâs time for bed.â
Your clit throbs painfully, and you almost cum on the now uncomfortable chafing material of his knifeâs handle when he abruptly yanks it out, leaving your hole hungry and empty. More wetness dribbles out, some of it falling right on the black hilt and into the grooves, staining it in a way, you hope he sniffs it and jerks off while he kills some less lucky girl later.
He drops the knife right by your hip, and you wince as it knicks you. Ghostface braces himself on either side of your head and reaches down to ruck up his cloak, clumsily unbuttoning his pants with one hand and freeing his rock hard cock. You donât get to marvel at it, to live with the knowledge that you know what the infamous serial killer terrorizing your townâs penis looks like. He doesnât allow you any prep time now either, youâre not empty for long before heâs impatiently thrusting his bare cock in your puffy pussy.
It makes the most sickening squelch when his balls swing to hit your ass, like an organ you forgot existed just burst.
He gets so excited that he smacks you clean across the face, panting like a rabid dog mounting his prey.
âFuck, virgins have the best pussies. Does this hurt, my fat fucking dick breaking you down into nothing? You look like youâre gonna cry, baby, itâs okay. Youâll like it soon, or not, this isnât about what you want anyway, right? This is what you wanted, opening the door for a stranger only to get destroyed by his raw cock in your daddyâs bed.â
Youâre still reeling from the slap but you have enough sense to nod, sobbing as his thrusts become harsher, sending you up the bed and spreading the burn of his length forcing itself to fit all throughout your abused body.
The smell of sex is going to take forever to come out, seeping through the walls and into the foundations of the house, an invisible scarlet letter for his future starlet.
Spencerâs phone beeps hours later, once, then twice, then a few more times before it falls silent.
I let you play without me this one time, donât forget that.
Make sure to bring her room temperature water. Cold water gives her headaches. Two painkillers, not four unless she asks, she gets dizzy otherwise.
Take a shower if youâre feeling up to it, sheâll get fussy if sheâs sticky and youâll get fussy if sheâs fussy.
Send me the video, last one on this floor of the bulding by now. Gideon went home an hour ago. I want pictures of you in the costume too.
Love you both, Iâll do my best to be home sometime tomorrow. No cockwarming if sheâs too fucked out, just slip a plug in. You know her favorites, donât get smug if she picks the pink heart shaped one again.
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Hm, all I can imagine is tying some drugged up boy down and letting the drugs wear off before playing with him.
Straddling him and kissing his pathetic fuckin face. He could try and squrm away all he wanted but we all know that itâs just an act. That itâll get better once you accept it. Watching his spirit slowly break as he realizes how good my cunt feels over his dick. Him fighting his bodily instinct to buck up into me and moan like a whore.
I would ride him until he finally seemed subdued. Edging him until he starts begging to cum into me.
I would let him fill me up, would ride him through it as I pull my knife down his chest. Watching him struggle because of the pain as I carve designs and cut into his body.
Grinding down and cumming around his dick as I stab him in the heart. Pinning him as he bleeds all over me and the forest floor.
obsessed with the idea of chasing down a small prey before I fuck them with a cock like 3 times too big for them. bruising their insides. my cum instantly filling them up and bursting out of their hole. and then devouring them before they even realize what's going on.
big sis who comes home from work to have a nap, only to find her younger sister was waiting in bed for her hoping to cuddle. big sis who starts lazily groping her sister half asleep. big sis whose adorable little sister's gasps and shudders goad her into start humping. big sis who when humping, can't physically stop herself from biting and tightening her arm around her sister's neck. big sis who is too tired and not with it enough to realise that her little sister has stopped moving from the chokehold for several minutes. big sis who has the best sleep of her life