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day 1- dumbification • masky
day 2- gun play • hoodie
day 3- hate sex • jeff the killer
day 4- size kink • laughing jack
day 5- somnophilia • eyeless jack
day 6- threesome • masky + hoodie
day 7- anal • masky
day 8- breeding • jason the toymaker
day 9- stalking/non con • jeff the killer
day 10-knife play • jeff the killer
day 11- spanking • eyeless jack
day 12- car sex • hoodie
day 13- drunk/tipsy sex • kagekao
day 14- virginity lost • ticci toby
day 15- exhibitionism • ticci toby
day 16- pegging • masky
day 17- pet play • ben drowned
day 18- free use • jeff the killer
day 19- thigh riding • jane the killer
day 20- tentacles • slenderman
day 21- oral sex • ticci toby
day 22- cowgirl • jason the toymaker
day 23- predator/prey • proxies (or maybe just masky)
day 24- punishment • slenderman
day 25- bruise marking • jeff the killer
day 26- dacryphilia • dark link (or ben)
day 27- blood play • bloody painter
day 28- overstimulation• ticci toby
day 29- praise/aftercare • homicidal liu
day 30- degradation • jeff the killer
day 31- gangbang/ glory hole • majority creepypasta men (i want this to be big but idk how big)

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you slump against the wall. sweat and blood coat your skin after the mission, knees weak and arms trembling. the only thing you could make out was masky's mask as your breath staggered.

"finally awake, useless slut?" his voice cruel and taunting. "you're so pathetic look at you. couldn't even take him down."

his gloved hand makes its way between your legs. his thumb swiping against your clit. shame feels your face as your body jerks from his touch, his laughter doesn't make it better. "fucking disgusting getting off to this. can't even keep it together."

you opened your mouth to say something smart, but he cuts you off with a sharp slap to your jaw, tilting your head up. "dumb girls don't think for themselves, remember?"

heat and humiliation coil in your stomach as his free hand keeps roaming your body. your body shivers when the hand that rubbed your clit, dips lower into the waistband of your pants.

"god you're such a mess," he retorts loudly. "you really are just a stupid little toy, aren't you?" before you could respond, he shoves you towards the bed.

you stumble onto the bed on all fours. his free hand grips your hair tightly, forcing you to arch your spine. the only sounds that could be heard were your heavy breathing and the sound of his zipper and belt buckle.

"don't you dare move and keep that back arched," he hisses at you.

your mind is foggy. you obey instantly, making sure that your back stays arched as inhumane as possible.

the head of his cock teases your entrance before thrusting into you harshly while his gloved hand covers your mouth. you let out a cry but he just laughs, fucking into you with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.

"good little slut," he says, smacking your ass.
"look at you. already brain dead and crying. bet u needed me on the mission? can't do anything without me. told slenderman you're not ready and i was right."

your vision blurs, tears streaking your face as he sets the pace mercilessly while still puncturing your insides with deep strokes. "come on say it." he laughs and spanks your ass more. alternating to make sure both cheeks are red. "say you're a dumb little whore, who shouldn't be a proxy."

"i-im a dumb little whore." you sob, your voice incoherent as your ass meets his thrust.

"good girl." he slows down his thrusts. "you're just a dumb drooling slut who shouldn't be a proxy. now cum." his free hand slips between your legs, thumb circling your clit with cruelty and harshness.

your body collapses with a strangled cry, back arching as he fucks you through your climax. his thrust gets sloppy, rougher, as his release is closer. with one final thrust, he spills inside of you deeply.

when he finally pulls out, you collapse forward onto the bed, a trembling, ruined mess. masky grabs his clothes and cleans himself up, like he hadn't just wrecked you.

"useless," he mutters, delivering a sharp smack to your raw ass. you jolt from the sting, his low laughing following as he closes the bedroom door.

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the door to your room slammed behind you. you knew he'd make you pay for messing up the mission, but you didn't expect it to happen so fast. hoodie pushed you against the wall, the barrel of his gun pressed hard under your chin.

"you were this close to blowing up the mission." his voice was gruff, low and each word cutting. "; had to waste a bullet to save your ass. does this brain of yours even think?"

the cold steel kept digging into the underside of your jaw, forcing your head back even more. your mouth opened to say something, but he shoved the barrel against your lips. "keep your mouth open. don't close it."

you obeyed, the taste of metal invading your mouth as he slides the gun in. stretching your lips until you're gagging. hoodie's hand was steady, the free hand gripping your hair back to hold you in place.

"good girl," he sneered, voice dripping with disgust. "your mouth works better than your brain. drooling on it like a slut."

when he pulled it out, a string of spit was clinging to the barrel. you barely had a second to react before he bent you over the bed, forcing your body to arch against his weight. with your hips up and your back arched, he pulled your pants off but only slid your panties to the side.

the gun pressed against your thighs, the cold tip brushing against your slick folds. your body instantly locked up.

"n-no hoodie n-not there."

"shut up." his voice cut sharply. the barrel slid inside of you, slow but harsh. your walls clenched around the coldness of the metal. the slick from your cunt coated the weapon as hoodie worked it deeper.
"christ." he howled, amused. "i could pull the trigger right now and you'd still be soaking and begging." your back arched further, a strangled moan spilling out as he shoved the gun harder into you, fucking you with harsh, cruel thrusts.

"listen to you," hoodie taunted, fucking you deeper until you mewl. "this is what happens to dumb sluts who can't follow orders."

your fingers clawed at your bed sheets as your body twitched. shame curled in your stomach, but the friction of each thrust brought you closer.
"you're about to cum, aren't you?" his tone was mocking, and amusing. "on a fucking gun. you really are pathetic."

your moans broke into sobs as your body convulsed from how hard you climaxed. you screamed into ur bed sheets, juices coating the gun while hoodie laughs and takes that as a cue to go faster.
hoodie pulls it out, slick and glistening with your mess. he presses it against your lips, tapping the barrel against them until you open for him.

"clean it."

the command dripped with disdain. you hesitated, face burning, but hoodie shoved it in your mouth. the taste of your own slick was nasty, as he forced it deeper into your mouth.

he loomed over you, not reacting to your choking or gagging, like this was a tedious task to him. his voice dropped to a cruel rasp. "you're so fucking nasty. the only thing you're good for is cleaning your own slick."

when he pulled it free, spit and slick coated your lips before slowly dripping down your chin. hoodie didn't spare you another glance as he holstered his gun and walked away, leaving you on your knees with a taste of metal and humiliation.

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you were cornered the second you stepped into the mansion leaving room, jeff standing in front of the stairs like he was waiting for you, knife twirling between his fingers.

"cute. been waiting on you," he rasped, eyes dragging over you like he was stripping you without moving.

"get the fuck out of my way, you snapped, trying to push past him. but his arm shot out, blocking your path. "¡ love it when you fight back, doll.""
your blood boiled, "you're disgusting"

"i see," his voice grating, tilting his head. "say that again when you're choking on my dick."
you went to punch him, but he caught your fist mid-swing, twisting your arm behind your back and shoving you against the wall. the knife clattered on the ground. his breath ghosted over your ear as he grunted low and dark.

"why do u act like you hate me? when your body doesn't."

"you're so fucking disgusting," you spat, voice cracking when his free hand slid down, cupping between your thighs, pressing right through the thin fabric of your pants.

"you're wet," he taunted, fingers rubbing your heat. "god, you're so pathetic.. bet you haven't been fucked in a while."

you tried jerking away, but he slammed his body against you, grinding his hardness onto you. "fuck off—"

"nuh uh, doll," he sneered, biting at the junction of your neck, hard enough to make you bleed causing you to gasp. "i have you right where i want you."
he spun you around and threw you onto the couch. you scrambled to get off but jeff was on you in an instant, straddling your hips, hands around your throat.

"still tryna fight back," he mocked, squeezing just enough to cut off any upcoming words. "good i like when they squirm."

you clawed at his arm, not to break free but to show him you weren't going to fold easily. his smirk grew. he yanked your pants and panties down in one rough pull, exposing you to the cold air before shoving two fingers inside of you with no warning.

the stretch made you mewl, but you bit it back, glaring at him. "what's wrong? too tight?" he cooed, mocking tenderness. "fucking desperate slut.”
he pumped his fingers fast, curling them just right until your body betrayed you, arching despite your furious scowl.

"aww look at you," he mocked. "you may hate me but your pussy doesn't." you spat in his, chest heaving. he paused for half a second, then his grin turned feral.

"wrong move, doll."

he pulled his fingers out, held them to your lips,
"suck." but you refused, lips pressed tight until he pinched your nose causing you to open your mouth. choking as he shoved them in. the taste was slick and bitter, your own wetness down your throat.
"that's a good little bitch," he said, dragging them out with a wet pop. "you were made for gagging slut."

he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, heavy and hard, the tip red and leaking against your entrance without warning. you tried to twist away but he grabbed your thighs and shoved them apart.
"you know you want this," he growled, slamming into you with a harsh thrust. a scream ripped from vour throat, before you could bite it back. he didn't give you time to adjust, pounding into you rough and unrelenting. each thrust knocked the air from your lungs, his pace merciless.

"does the bitch still hate me?" he asked, leaning down to lick your jaw. "c'mon say it while i'm balls deep in you."

"i-i fucking h-hate y-you," you gasped between thrusts, your nails raking down his back. he groaned. "yeah? keep hating me harder, slut."

he shifted the angle, hitting that spongy spot that made you see stars. your tried to choke it down, but the moan came out anyway, whiny and broken.
"there it is," he snarled. "means every ounce of hatred is forgotten about because all you can think about is my cock right now."

"shut up," you cried, it was weak, your walls were tightening around him, your body betraying you again. "shut up," he mocked, slamming into you harder, forcing your legs over his shoulders to fuck you deeper.

you tried not to give him the satisfaction, but his thrusts were ruthless, his hand on your throat, cutting off air until your head spun. the pressure of your climax became unbearable, screaming as you came hard around him.

"milking my cock like the needy little slut you are." he snarled, fucking you through it.

you barely registered his thrusts turning sloppy until he hurried himself deep inside of you. his cum filled you up, dripping out even as he stayed pressed inside of you, grinning in slow circles to wring more from you.

when he finally pulled out, you stayed lying on the couch, trembling and sore, your thighs and cunt sticky with her release.

jeff stood over you, smirking down at your state of being. he leans down, and tapped your cheek.
"still hate me?" he softly mocked.

you glared at him, your voice weak and horse, but you managed to say "more than ever"
he laughed, grabbing his knife off the floor and twirling causally again. "cute," he said. "gives me reason to keep fucking you."

he heads upstairs, leaving you behind to clean up the mess.

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he loved reminding you of how small you were.

it was the first thing out of his mouth the second after he tossed you, your back bouncing on the bed with a squeak.

"god, look at you so small, so fucking tiny," he cooed in a singsong voice, his long fingers moving to curl around your thighs to spread them apart.

"you're insane, sugarplum. for wanting me to split you in half."

"jack-" you groaned, embarrassed already, but his cock was already slapping against your belly, thick and hard and way too big. the sight of it made your stomach get butterflies.

he howled when he caught you staring, his sharp nose wrinkling. "see? look at your face! i could split you in half."

then jack did exactly that. yanking your ankles up to your chest, bending you, his weight pressing against you. his cock teased your slick entrance, rubbing the tip against your folds until you whined

"you see that?" he drawled, sliding it up and down your wet slit. "not even inside yet, and you already can't take it."

and then he pushed in slowly

the stretch was brutal. your body straining around him, your walls fluttering desperately trying to push him out involuntarily as he goes deeper. you choked on a moan, nails clawing at his back.

"fuck, you're such a tiny doll," he groaned, delightful amusement in his voice. "crying already. im not even halfway in, and your little cunt's acting like it's getting murdered. heh, guess you can it is."

he snapped his hips, burying more of himself inside you, ignoring your sobs. "your little cunt keeps clenching.. cute that it thinks it can push me out."

your thighs trembling, your vision blurring as he finally bottoms out, splitting you wide open. he held still, watching your body spasm around him.
"aw, don't pout doll. you can take it."

when you tried to protest, he cut you off by grabbing your jaw, forcing his long stripped fingers in your mouth. "shh, just drool okay? so much cuter when you can't talk sweetheart."

and then started to move. every thrust was immoral, his size knocking the wind out, pushing into spots you didn't even know existed. the wet slap of skin echoed with his cackling moans. he mocked every cry.

"aw, what's wrong? too full? can't breathe?" he jeered, pumping harder. you body shook, walls squeezing desperately around him. he leaned in, his long tongue licking your tears. "taste so sweet," he purred before biting your ear to make you squeal. "c'mon cum for me."

your orgasm hit hard, your body spasming violently, cunt gushing around his cock. he laughed, pounding through it to wring every drop from you. "there it is! you're messy, squirting on my dick, getting my sheets all messy.

he wasn't done though. not even close.
one of his striped hands gathered some of your cum, then slipped down to your anus, two long fingers pushing into your tight hole. the stretch was unbearable, too much, your back arching as you screamed.

"double the fun!" he cackled. he pounded harder, sloppier, the bed frame squeaking as it might break. his maniacal laughter rang loud as he buried himself deep one last time, spilling hot inside of you. he didn't stop grinding, fucking his cum into you until it spilled down your thighs.

finally, finally, he pulled out, and your body collapsed against the bed, sore and twitching. your cunt gaped, leaking his mess, your thighs still trembling. he licked his fingers like a lollipop. "mmm, so sweet, gonna fuck your ass next time."

you glared weakly at him through the blur of tears.
"aww, don't be mad," he cooed, pinching your cheek. his grin widen impossibly as he leans down, whispering sweetly against your mouth, breath hot and amused. "so ready for round 2?"

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you were exhausted, collapsing onto your bed like any other ordinary night after a long day. the only sound heard was the quiet hum of your apartment and the faint rustle of your sheets. eyes were heavy, and you barely registered the chill creeping into your room.

footsteps could be heard in the shadows. you stirred but didn't wake up. that was a mistake.

he appeared at the door of your bed, silent, mask dripping in the dim light. he held the scalpel tightly, caressing lightly the curve of your stomach. he was only here for your kidney but something about your pulse and warmth, slowed him down.

instead of the immediate cut, he knelt beside you. letting one hand drift along your hip, then under your shirt, tracing the curve of your ribs with long, careful fingers. the scalpel against the nightstand, forgotten for a moment.

"sleepy little prey," he murmured, voice hollow and raspy. "so soft. so warm."

your back arched slightly, still unconscious, body betraying you in small shivers. he smiled beneath the mask, leaning in, his breath hot against your ear. he pressed his long fingers between your thighs, moving slowly, delighting in the slick heat he found there.

his free hand went to his belt, the clink of metal filling the room. your didn't stir, too deep in sleep. he unzipped his pants just enough for his cock to spring free, heavy and thick, he gave a low, guttural noise.
he pressed the tip against your folds, dragging it slowly, smearing your warmth along his length. then he slid inside, inch by inch, watching your body for a reaction, at every small twitch.

a whimper escaped your throat as your eyes flickered open and your stomach twisted.
"oh," he said softly, almost amused. "finally awake, little prey. i was worried you would miss the fun."
panic bloomed in your chest, you tried to scramble away, but he was faster. one hand pressed against your hip, pinning you firmly, the other wrapped around your throat lightly.

"¡ came for your kidney," he whispered, voice dripping with amusement. "but his is better. so much better," he murmured, sliding deep inside you in a single, merciless thrust.

you gasped, body pressed against the mattress, legs trembling. "n-no please stop." he laughed, hollow, that made your stomach churn. "stop?" he mocked, pulling back just slightly before slamming forward again. "prey doesn't give commands. little one."

You tried to fight, to push him off, but his strength and reach were monstrous. he grinned under the mask, leaning close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath on your cheek. "look at you," he crooned, fingernails dragging lightly across your thigh.

your nails dug into his arm as he angled himself further, one hand slid down to your clit, rubbing it cruelly. the dual sensations made you cry out, a strangled, shuddering noise that only encouraged him.

tears streamed down your face as your body betrayed you with spasms around him, your body trembling. he laughed again, the sound low-pitched and unnerving, as he rode your orgasm, holding you down through it.

"you taste like fear," he said softly, leaning down to press a long finger to your lips, slick with your own arousal. your tried to shove him off, weakly, but he pinned your arms, whispering in your ear.

"no, bad prey. you take it all and don't complain." the next thrusts were brutal, impossibly deep, every inch of him filling you, overstimulating you, while he laughed softly. you couldn't even form coherent words but just sobs and gasps.

finally, he slowed, holding himself deep inside you, chest pressed to yours. one long finger traced circles along your jaw. "mine," he breathed, voice almost tender, though still dangerous.
"you're mine"

he pulled out, leaving you trembling, messy, and gaping. your chest heaved. "you'll sleep now," he whispered as he zipped up his pants and grabbed his scalpel. "i'm still coming for your kidney later." he melted back into the shadows, leaving you confused and too scared to sleep.

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the motel room was a shithole. you, masky, and hoodie were crashing here after a botched mission, blood still caked under your nails.

the air was thick with tension. you leaned against the wall, heart pounding, but Masky's pacing stopped dead, his eyes locking on you like a predator's. "strip, proxy," he growled, voice rough through the mask. "time to unwind," his cigarette dangled, ash falling.

your stomach twisted. "t-tim i'm tired tonight," you muttered, but your voice wavered. hoodie didn't speak, just moved with silence and lethality. his hand clamped your wrist, tugging you to the bed, and you stumbled, protests dying as masky ripped your shirt open.

he then moved to take off your bra, tits spilling out, nipples hardening at the cold air. "don't fucking fight it," masky snapped, pinching your nipples hard, but pain turned to pleasure.

you pushed at his chest. "guys, come on" but hoodie was already behind you, yanking your jeans down, exposing your soaked panties. he ripped them off, fingers brushing your dripping cunt, and you moaned despite everything, shame burning hotter.

they shoved you onto all fours, the mattress creaking under your weight. masky knelt in front, unzipping his jeans, his cock springing free, throbbing with pre-cum beading at the tip. "open up now," he sneered, grabbing your jaw, forcing it wide. he didn't wait, thrusting in deep, you gagged instantly. hands tangled in your hair as he fucks your face.

hoodie positioned himself behind, his cock nudging your entrance. you groaned around masky, shaking your head, "t-to much" but your hips arched back. he pushed in, stretching you raw. his thrusts were brutal, each hit rocking you forward onto masky's dick. your body betrayed you, pussy clenching around hoodie, cum dripping down your thighs.

then they shifted. masky pulled you up slightly, hoodie adjusting so your back arched more, and you felt it. their hands meeting above you with a sharp slap. "fuck yeah," masky laughed, thrusting harder. "fucking look at you, proxy slut, pro at taking two guys." hoodie's grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts turning erratic, and you felt his thumb swipe your clit, roughly.

"say you love it," he taunted, knowing you couldn't. your pussy spasmed, the heat overwhelming, and when Hoodie pinched your clit, you shattered, orgasm ripping through, squirting messily around his cock. the vibration sent masky over; he pulled out, cum splattering your face, hot, thick ropes painting your lips, cheeks, chin, dripping into your hair.

hoodie wasn't done, grinding deep as he flooded your cunt, mixing with your slick. you collapsed, cum dripping from both ends, body trembling with aftershocks. but they weren't finished.

masky pulled you up, tossing you onto your back, while hoodie stroked himself, already hard again.
"round two, bitch," masky growled, you mumbled weak protests, but your legs parted, craving more despite the shame.

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you were sprawled across the bed, your tank top rolled up, legs stretched out, watching masky pace after his mission. "rough one?" you asked, voice teasing, knowing your boyfriend well enough.

he exhaled a puff of smoke, eyes softening when they land on you. "it was fucking brutal," he muttered, stabbing out his cigarette. "but you're here, so i'm feeling better." masky crossed the room, climbing onto the bed, kissing you deep and hungrily, tasting of nicotine. you melted into the kiss, tugging at his shirt.

his hands roamed, moving under your top to palm your tits, thumbs brushing your nipples, hardening under his touch. "been thinking about this during the mission, he whispered against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “been thinking of trying something new tonight."

masky pulled back. you arched your brow, grinning. "yeah? what's that?" your voice was playful, but your stomach stirred. "wanna fuck your ass." his bluntness made you blush, nerves and excitement pooling in your stomach.

"w-well just go slow, okay?" your voice steady, despite the fluttering in your chest.

"gonna make it feel good for you." he got up to grab the lube from his dresser draw, you took off your clothes and he followed suit, his cock throbbing and hard already. he guided you on your stomach, a pillow under your hips to lift your ass. "baby, relax," he murmured, pouring lube into his hands, warming it before one of his fingers circled your hole.

he pressed one finger in, slow and careful. he moved gently letting you get the feel of it, his free hand rubbing your clit, the pleasure easing the stretch. "s-shit feels different," you mewled, as his finger works you open. he added a second finger, scissoring, the burning getting hotter but mixing in with the heat pooling between your legs. you moaned, rocking into his touch.

"you're doing so good, baby," masky praised, voice breathy. "ready for me?" you nodded, hesitantly, but feeling desperate against his touch. he slicked his dick with your wetness, and pressed the tip against the fluttering hole. "push out," he ordered, and you did, moaning as inch by inch he slid into your hole. the stretched burned causing you to grip the sheets, but his hand goes back to your clit, to distract you from the burning stretched.

"f-fuck, you're so tight," he moaned as he bottomed out, he paused, letting you adjusted. his hands rubbed your spine. "doing good?" the only thing you could do was nod and say "move, tim." and he obeyed, moving slow at first, the sensation overwhelming, his fingers circled your clit faster, and he picked up the pace causing you to moan loudly.

"oh fuck, baby," he growled, hands griping your hips as he fucked deeper, but not brutal. your cunt clenching around nothing as your ass takes him whole. he angled his hips just right, hitting the spot that makes you see stars, you cried as your orgasm hits hard, body twitching as you cum, slick dripping on his dick.

masky followed, groaning as he filled your ass, making you shudder, he pulled out carefully, cleaning you up with his discarded shirt before pulling you into his arms. you snuggled closer, smiling. "not bad for my first time." he kissed your forehead, his touch gentle. "ready for round 2? your cunt feels neglected," he chucked as you rolled your eyes. but not before his hand goes to rub your clit.

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jason the toymaker sat hunched over his latest creation, fingers dancing over the doll. his green eyes flicked to you, his "darling," his newest obsession. you weren't a proxy or killer, just a random mortal who stumbled across the creepypasta mansion.

he set his tools down, the sound sharp, and stalked towards you, coat brushing your thighs.
"my darling," he purred, voice dripping with faux sweetness. "tonight i want to create something alive." his words sent shivers down your spine, cutting resistance. "gonna breed you, make you mine forever."

before you could open your mouth to protest, his cold hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. "don't," he growled, "i can choose for you." he shoved you onto his workbench, wood biting your back as he tore your shorts with your panties to shreds. your thighs were shaking, and he smirked, seeing wetness between your thighs. "so fucking wet for me already," he said unbuttoning his pants, his cock springing free, leaking with pre-cum

he didn't wait, just lined up and thrusted into your cunt, rough and deep, slick coating his dick. you screamed, his cock hitting too deep and harsh. jason hands gripped your hips, as he fucked you relentlessly. "gonna fill you u," he growled, voice deep. "watch you feel with my seed." he ripped your shirt, exposing your breasts, pinching your nipples until they hardened.

"fuck, you're tight," he sneered, one hand sliding to your throat, squeezing until your vision spots. his thrust grew faster, workbench creaking. "my perfect little mother, gonna carry my creation," he said leaning down, lips brushing against your ear.

jason pulled back, flipping you onto your stomach, ass in the air, legs spread. he slid back in, thrusting deeper this time. "gotta make sure it takes," he muttered. you moaned, fingers grabbing the wood, as he fucked you harshly. his hand moved to your clit, rubbing rough, messy circles, and you moaned, body betraying you.

he smacked your ass hard, you couldn't speak, only moan. he yanked your hair, pulling your head back, and fucked you harder. "you'll feel me for days," growled, "gonna make your stomach full." your cunt spasmed around him, squirting, soaking the workbench. "j-jason," you screamed, voice raw as your body twitched. he groaned, hips stuttering, cum flooding your pussy that spilt out. he didn't pull out, grinding deeper, hand holding your stomach.

jason wasn't done. he pulled out, cum leaking from your cunt. "one more," he murmured, nudging your cunt again. "gotta be sure it takes." he thrust in, slowly this time, fucking your overstimulated walls. you moaned, overstimulated, but your hips moved on their own.

"mine," he growled, fucking you through another orgasm. "gonna keep you full." his thrust grew sloppy, he came again, more cum flooding your cunt, leaking out. he stayed buried, panting, as his hand stroked your stomach, cold and rough.
"mine forever, darling."

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your college campus was dead at night, and you were alone, walking across the quad to your apartment. you felt it, that prickle in your neck, but blamed it on stress, too many late-night cramming.

jeff was done waiting. he'd stalked you long enough. watching you through your window, seen you change, touch yourself, oblivious to his gaze. waiting in the dim stairwell of your building, he struck. a callous hand clamped over your mouth, blocking your scream, his other arm pinning your wrists to the cold brick wall. "don't scream, bitch," jeff rasped, voice raw, smelling like blood. "always wanted to fuck you."

you kicked, thrashing, but he was stronger, body crushing you to the wall, knife nicking throat, the sting sharp, but not cutting, your earbuds hit the floor, as he ripped your jeans open, button popping, zipper breaking, jeans yanked to your ankles. your panties were torn apart, cunt exposed to the cold air. "been watching you," he sneered, fingers rushing to you your cunt, finding unwanted slick. "knew you'll be wet for me, fucking teasing slut"

"n-no please," you choked, voice cracking, but he just laughed, dark and cruel, his cock already out and throbbing with pre cum. he didn't prep you, just shoved in, cock splitting your cunt with brutal thrusting. you screamed, his hips snapped forward, fucking you further into the wall, each stroke deep and rough. the concrete scrapped your back through your shirt, tits bouncing, wet slapping of skin echoing in the stairwell.

"so fucking tight," jeff snarled knife pressing harder, a thin red line blooming on your neck. his free hand groped your tit, pulling your shirt up, punching your nipples through your bra until they hardened. your cunt clenched around him, slick coating his cock as he fucked you harder. "you love this, little rape slut" he taunted, breath hot and foul.

he ripped your bra off, tits spilling out, and grabbed them, squeezing hard. his knife traced lower, grazing your clit, cold metal making you gasp. "gonna fill this cunt up," he growled, thrusting deeper, hitting the spot that makes your legs shake. pleasure building up begrudgingly, he rubbed your clit with the knife handle, roughly.

"you like this," he hissed, smacking your ass, the sting making you clench tighter. you couldn't scream, speak, your whimpers were enough, growing louder as he fucked you senseless, he angled his cock, getting deeper, causing you to cum, unwillingly but unstoppable, as your cunt spasms, juices coating his cock. "fuck, yeah that's it." he groaned, fucking you through your orgasm.

he pulled out, cum slick his glistening cock, and shoved you on your knees. "open," he ordered forcing his cock past your lips. you gagged, as he fucked your face, fast and rough. drool spilled from your mouth, tears streaming, as he thrust deep, hitting the back of your throat, making you choke. "good fucking rape doll," he growled, his hand fisting your hair, pulling hard as he used your mouth.

he pulled out, jerking his cock, and came again, ropes splattering your face, dripping everywhere.
"whore," he snarled, smearing cum across your face with his knife handle, but he wasn't finished with you yet. he yanked you up, bending you over the stairwell railing, ass up, jeans still tangled around your ankles.

he spat on your cunt, thrusting back in, cock hardening again, each stroke pushing his cum deeper. "gotta leave my mark everywhere," he panted thrusts erratic now, chasing another release, and you whimpered, overstimulated, clenching as another orgasm built. he rubbed your clit again, and you came, shaking, wetness squirting as he groaned, more cum painting the insides of your cunt, the heat overwhelming, leaking down your thighs.

he stepped back, zipping up, his grin unhinged.
"i'll still be watching," he sneered, leaving you slumped, cum dripping from your face and pussy, body trembling. he was gone but his presence lingered, he'd never stop.

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jeff was sprawled on the bed, hoodie riding up, twirling his knife. you were also lying on his bed, wearing his favorite tank top and panties that barely cover your ass, bare legs stretched out.

"get over, here doll," he rasped, voice rough but with a hint of softness, his smile twitching "wanna play?" you smirked, crawling across the bed to straddle his hips, panties rubbing his jeans. "you're gonna be careful this time?" you teased, last time he cut you a little too deep.

he chuckled, low and dark, grabbing your waist with his free hand. "careful as i can be, sweetheart." he kissed you, tongue and hungry, teeth scraping your lips. you moaned, grinding against him, his cock hardened through his jeans, rough denim teasing your clit through your thin panties.

"strip," he ordered, voice dripping with lust. you peeled off your tank top, tossing it aside, your tits exposed as he licked his lips, grin widening. you kept your panties on for now, the fabric clinging, already damp with slick. his eyes locked on the wet spot as he growled, "perfect doll."

he dragged the flat of the blade across your collarbone, making you shiver, your nipples hardening instantly. "so fucking pretty," he murmured. the knife traced lower, circling your nipple, grazing just enough to sting, not cut. you moaned, arching into it, heat pooling in your cunt, soaking your panties further. "slut, you like that, don't you?" he growled, pressing the tip of the blade against your other nipple, watching it harden more.

"fuck," you moaned, thighs squeezing his hips, the lace of your panties rubbing against his jeans. he smirked, sliding the knife down your stomach, slow and deliberate, the flat leaving a faint red line without breaking skin. he reached your panties. he tilted the blade, dragging the handle along your slit through the lace, teasing your clit. your slick was seeping through your panties as you rocked against the handle.
"dirty girl," he said, tossing the knife aside to yank his jeans down. his cock sprang free, hard and leaking, and he didn't wait, hooking your panties aside with a rough finger and pulling you onto him. you sneak down, his cock filling you to the hilt. you moaned, loud, as he thrust up, hard, the bed creaking under you. "c'mon ride me pretty girl," he growled, his hand grabbed the knife again, pressing the flat against your throat as you began to move.

you rode him, hips grinding, his cock hitting deep, the lace of your panties still pulled aside, rubbing your thighs. the blade stayed at your neck, never pressing hard but just enough to keep you on edge."so good for me," he murmured, almost sweet, but his thrusts were brutal, slamming into you, his free hand gripping your ass, smacking it hard. your breasts bounced, and he leaned up, sucking a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing as the knife traced your jaw, you clenched around him.
"jeff, I'm close," you gasped, riding faster, your cunt pulsing, slick dripping down his shaft. he growled, flipping you onto your back, ripping your panties off completely, the fabric tearing with a snap. he pinned your wrists, thrusting deeper. hitting that spot that made you see stars. "cum for me, doll," he said, voice rough but laced with that twisted sweetness. his fingers found your clit, rubbing hard, and you moaned, your cunt spasming, soaking him as you came.

he groaned, hips stuttering, and came, flooding your cunt with cum, grinding deep as it leaked out around his cock. he collapsed onto you, panting, kissing your neck softly. "mine," he murmured, not threatening, claiming you in his own fucked-up way.

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you stood in the center of his room, your heart pounding as jack loomed in the doorway, his mask pulled up to reveal his sharp teeth and black eye sockets.

"you've been reckless," he growled, voice low and guttural. "out there on missions, teasing victims. think i wouldn't notice?" his tone was dark, accusing, you were his, and he'd remind you. you swallowed, heat pooling in your cunt despite the threat in his words. "jack, i-" you started, but he cut you off, stepping closer, he towered over you.

"don't lie," he snapped, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward a metal chair by his desk, the cold surface biting your thighs as he bent you over his lap. he pulled your pants down, exposing your panties, and he sneered, as he yanked them down, leaving your ass bare. "gonna teach you a lesson," he said, voice dripping with dark intent,"on who you belong to."

the first smack landed hard, his hand cracking against your ass, the sting sharp and immediate. you gasped, gripping the chair's edge, pain blooming hot across your skin. "jack," you whimpered, but he didn't pause, delivering another smack, harder, the sound echoing in the sterile room. each hit leaving a red handprint, and you squirmed, torn between pain and the sick pleasure curling in your cunt.

"count," he ordered, voice rough, his free hand gripping your hip to hold you still. another hit, sharper, claws grazing just enough to prick without drawing blood. "o-one," you choked out, voice trembling as he struck again. "t-two." your ass throbbed, heat radiating, and your pussy grew wetter, slick dripping onto his lap.

"good girl," he murmured, softness in his tone, but his hand didn't stop, spanking you again, the pain melting into pleasure. after ten, he paused, his hands tracing the red welts, soothing and teasing, before sliding between your thighs. his fingers found your cunt, slick and swollen, and he growled, plunging two digits inside, stretching you. "so fucking wet," he said, voice dark with approval, pumping his fingers slow and deep, curling against that spot that made you moan.

he pulled out his digits, leaving you empty and whining. "none of that," he said, reaching for the desk. a faint buzz started, and you tensed as he pressed a small vibrator that buzzed against your clit. the sensation was overwhelming, your hips bucking as he held it there. "feels good doesn't it," he growled, spanking you again, the sharp sting mixing with the vibrator's buzz, pushing you toward the edge.

his fingers returned, three this time, thrusting into your cunt, fast, while the vibrator stayed pressed to your clit. "t-too much," you begged, voice breaking as the pleasure built, your ass stinging from his spanks, each one now timed with his fingers' thrusts. "fourteen," you gasped, counting through the haze, your body trembling, pussy clenching around his fingers.

he leaned down, teeth grazing your ear. "all mine," he snarled, spanking you harder, the pain searing with the pleasure of the vibrator drove you wild. his fingers fucked you deeper, curling relentlessly, and you screamed, orgasm crashing through you, your cunt spasming, slick gushing onto his hand, soaking his lap. he didn't stop, spanking you through it, until he reached twenty, making you sob as your body shook, overstimulated and wrecked.

his fingers fucked you deeper, curling relentlessly, and you screamed, orgasm crashing through you, your cunt spasming, slick gushing onto his hand, soaking his lap. he didn't stop, spanking you through it, until he reached twenty, making you sob as your body shook, overstimulated and wrecked. he turned off the vibrator, tossing it aside, and pulled his fingers out, licking them clean with a satisfied growl. he lifted you, setting you on the chair, your ass burning against the cold metal, and knelt between your legs, his eyeless face somehow soft. "my perfect girl," he murmured, kissing your thigh, moving closer to your cunt. watching as your body twitched from overstimulation.

"¡ think you need to be punished more." and before you could protest he was already licking your cunt.

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the car smelled of old leather and gunpowder, the windows fogged from the damp night air. hoodie sat in the driver’s seat, silent as always, his bloodstained hoodie pulled low. his gun rested on the dashboard, glinting. you’d just finished a job some poor bastard who’d seen too much and the adrenaline was still burning, but hoodie stillness was unnerving, his gloved hands gripping the wheel like he was thinking of something.

“get in the back,” he said, voice low, muffled by his mask, no emotion that made your stomach twist. you hesitated, heart pounding, but the heat between your legs betrayed you, a sick response to his control.

“hoodie, im fucking tired,” you muttered , voice shaky, but he turned, his masked face unreadable, and grabbed your wrist, yanking you toward the backseat. your cargo pants catching on the gearshift, tank top riding up as you landed on the cracked leather. he followed. “strip,” he ordered, pulling his mask up just enough to show his jaw, stubbled and clenched.

you fumbled with your pants, fear and arousal mixing as you peeled them off, your panties already damp. he didn’t wait, shoving you down, face-first into the seat, your ass up, exposed. “stupid bitch,” he growled, his gloved hand cracking against your ass, the sting sharp, making you yelp. he yanked your panties down, and spread your thighs, his fingers teasing your cunt, finding you wet.
"fucking slut," he muttered. two gloved fingers thrust inside, rough and deep, curling against your walls, making you moan despite yourself. "you love this," he said, voice cold, pumping faster, his other hand smacking your ass again, leaving a burning welt. your pussy clenched, slick dripping onto the seat.

he unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free and leaking with pre cum, and didn't hesitate, slamming into your cunt with one brutal thrust. you screamed, the stretch intense, his hips snapping forward, fucking you into the seat, the car creaking with each thrust. your hands clawing at the leather as he pounded you, relentless, his gloved hand gripping your hip, nails digging in. "stop moving," he growled, smacking your ass again, harder, the sting making you clench around him, drawing a low grunt from his throat.

the confined space amplified the slapping of skin, your choked moans, the creak of the car. he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, and grabbed your hair, yanking your head back. "gonna mark you," he rasped, his thrusts erratic, cock hitting deep. his free hand slid to your clit, rubbing rough circles, forcing pleasure to build despite the brutality. "nothing but a proxy slut," he said, voice dark, another spank landing, your ass red and throbbing.

you came, unwilling but unstoppable, your pussy spasming around his cock, soaking his jeans. he groaned, hips stuttering, and came hard, flooding your cunt with thick cum, so much it leaked out, dripping down your thighs. he didn't pull out, grinding deep, as if marking you from the inside, his hand still fisting your hair.

he pulled out, cum and slick glistening on his cock, and flipped you onto your back, your legs spread across the narrow backseat. he shoved three fingers into your oversensitive cunt, pumping fast, his other hand smacking your thigh, the sting sharp. "look at you, leaking for me," he growled, he grabbed the gun from the front, dragging the metal across your inner thigh, the cold metal making you shiver, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"h-hoodie," you moaned, overstimulated, as he pressed the gun closer, while his fingers fucked you deeper, curling relentlessly. another orgasm hit, your body shaking, more slick soaking his glove. he pulled his fingers out, smearing your cum across your thigh, and leaned back, zipping up. "keep being useless," he said, voice cold, tossing the knife onto the seat beside you. he climbed back to the driver's seat, leaving you wrecked, cum dripping, the car windows fogged with your shame.

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your apartment was a cozy mess, the lamp casting a warm glow over empty wine bottles on the coffee table. three bottles deep between you had dulled your senses, leaving you giggly, flushed, and far too gone. you were sprawled on the couch in a loose shirt and panties, legs draped over his lap, his hand tracing you thigh as the room spins lightly.

"another glass, my dove?" kagekao purred, his accented voice smooth despite the alcohol, pouring more red wine into your glass before you could answer. his Japanese lilt was teasing, but he knew you were too drunk to say no. you giggled, taking the glass, the wine sloshing as you sipped, staining your lips. "you're so pretty like this," he said, leaning closer, his mask's black half catching the light. "all soft."

your head swam, the wine making everything fuzzy, and you mumbled, "kage, i-i'm kinda out of it." but your body leaned into him, craving his touch despite the haze.

he chuckled, low and dark, setting his glass down and pulling you onto his lap, your thighs straddling his. "don't think, love," he whispered, claws grazing your hips, slipping under your tank top.
"just feel me." his face unmasked now. lips crashed against yours, tasting of wine, his tongue invading, making you moan. you kissed back, sloppy and eager, the alcohol drowning your hesitation.

he yanked your tank top off, exposing your breasts, and his claws teased your nipples, pinching lightly, the sting making you gasp. "so responsive," he murmured, voice dripping with possession as he pushed you back onto the couch, your panties the only thing left. you tried to sit up, mumbling, "wait, kage…...slow down," but he was on you, pinning your wrists with one hand, his other claw ripping your panties off, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound.

"you want this," he said, not a question, his glowing eyes locked on yours as he unzipped his dark pants. his cock sprang free, hard and flushed, he didn't wait, spreading your thighs and thrusting into your cunt, the stretch sudden.

you cried out, half-pain, half-pleasure, the wine making everything heightened, your pussy wet despite your foggy protests. "fuck, you're tighter than usual," he growled, his claws digging into your hips, fucking you hard, the couch creaking under his rhythm. your hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in, as he pounded you, each thrust deep, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.

"fuck," you slurred, head lolling, pleasure overwhelming the part of you that wanted to stop. he laughed, sharp, leaning down to bite your neck, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make you whimper. "my drunk little dove," he taunted, his thrusts relentless, the wet slap of skin filling the apartment.

his claw found your clit, rubbing tight circles, and you moaned, loud and broken, the sensation too much in your drunken state. "cum for me," he growled, his voice commanding, and your body obeyed, orgasm crashing through you, your pussy spasming around his cock, soaking his jeans. He groaned, hips stuttering, and came, flooding your cunt with cum, so much it leaked out, dripping down your thighs.

he didn't stop. still hard, he flipped you onto your stomach, your face pressed into the cushions, ass up. "not done," he hissed, thrusting back in, slower but deeper, each stroke dragging through your oversensitive walls. his claws raked your back, leaving faint red lines, and he leaned down, licking the marks, his tongue hot and wet. "you're mine," he growled, one hand smacking your ass, the sting sharp, making you clench around him again.

you moaned, too drunk to fight, your body surrendering as another orgasm built, your cunt pulsing. he rubbed your clit again, relentless, and you came, shaking, a sob escaping as pleasure overwhelmed you. he followed, more cum flooding you, leaking onto the couch. kagekao pulled out, letting you collapse, panting, wine and sex fogging your mind. he stroked your hair, almost gentle. "sleep, dove," he whispered, leaving you on the couch, his cum still warm inside you.

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the rundown diner at the edge of town was a greasy pit stop. you and toby claimed a corner booth, the cracked red vinyl seats creaking under you. toby's hatchets were stashed under the table, out of sight, his goggles pushed up into his messy brown hair, revealing those wild, twitching eyes. you wore a skirt and a snug shirt, the outfit a deliberate tease for him, and the way his gloved hand kept brushing your thigh told you he'd noticed.

the diner was quiet, only a tired waitress at the counter and a couple of truck drivers hunched over their mugs, too lost in their own worlds to care. "s-pread your I-legs, b-babe," toby whispered, his voice rough with a playful tease, his shoulder twitching with a tic as he leaned closer. his grin was a little mean, but his eyes held that spark of playfulness.

"toby, we're in public," you murmured, cheeks flushing, but you shifted, letting your thighs part slightly under the table, wetness already pooling in your panties."you're trouble," you added, smirking.

his hand sliding under the table to grip your knee.
"you love it" he was right, and the way his fingers inched up your thigh made your breath hitch. you glanced at the waitress, who was wiping the counter, oblivious, and toby's grin widened.

"c'mere," he said, patting his lap.
you hesitated, heart racing, but slid over, settling onto his lap, your back against his chest, skirt riding up as you straddled his thighs. the booth's high back hid you from most angles. his hands found your hips, pulling you closer, and you felt his cock, already hard, pressing against your ass through his jeans. "g-good girl," he murmured, lips brushing your ear, his tic jerking his head slightly.

his gloved hand slipped under your skirt, pulling your panties aside, and you bit your lip to stifle a moan as his fingers grazed your slick cunt. "toby." you whispered, gripping his arm as he pushed two fingers inside, slow and deliberate, curling against your walls. the wet sound was faint, masked by the diner's hum, your pulse pounding with the risk.
"you're gonna get us caught," you gasped, but you rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure.
"let 'em look," he growled, his voice low and teasing, but his free hand squeezed your waist, a silent check-in.

"you're s-so wet, b-babe. fucking s-slut." his fingers pumped faster, thumb circling your clit, and you squirmed on his lap, his cock twitching against you. the booth creaked as you moved, nipples hard and visible. he noticed, chuckling darkly, and tugged your shirt up, exposing one breast, his gloved hand pinching your nipple lightly, making you whimper.

"louder, or i'll make it worse," he teased, but his eyes flicked to yours, ensuring you were still good. you nodded, moaning a little louder, and he rewarded you by sliding a third finger into your cunt, stretching you, the sensation intense as he fucked you with his hand. your cunt pulsed, slick and dripping onto his jeans, and you ground against him, his cock pressing harder against your ass.

"cum for me, right h-here," he whispered, his voice rough but warm, his thumb relentless on your clit. You moaned, soft and desperate, the thrill of everything pushing you closer. his fingers curled deeper, hitting that spot, and you came, hard, your cunt spasming, slick soaking his hand as you trembled on his lap. you let out a whimper that was louder, and the waitress glanced over, frowning. toby just grinned, slowing his fingers but not stopping, drawing out your orgasm.

he pulled his hand free, licking his fingers clean with a smug look, his tic twitching his shoulder.
"t-taste so good," he murmured, adjusting your skirt to cover you. you stayed on his lap, panting, his arms wrapping around you, possessive but gentle. "f-finish y-your coffee," he said, nodding at your untouched mug, his grin sharp but fond.
"we'll have more fun at home."

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toby was nervous, his shoulder jerking with a tic as he sat on the edge of the bed, goggles off, brown eyes wide. you straddled his lap in just your panties and tank top, your hands gentle on his chest, feeling his heart race.

“t-take it slow with me, okay?” toby stammered, his voice soft, a far cry from his usual feral energy. his hands were trembling as they rested on your hips.

“of course, baby,” you murmured, kissing his neck, marking his skin. “gonna go at your pace.” you grind against him lightly, feeling his cock harden through his sweatpants, and he whimpered, his tic twitching his head to the side. “pull my panties off,” you instructed, lifting your hips, and he did, fingers clumsy, hooking the lace and dragging them down your thighs. his eyes fixed on your bare pussy, slick and ready, and he blushed, swallowing hard.

“f-fuck, you’re so pretty,” he whispered, voice shaky, his hands exploring, fingers brushing your folds. he was nicer than usual, but his inexperience showed when he slid a finger lower, mistakenly circling your ass instead of your cunt. “i-is this…wait, shit, that’s not-”

you chuckled softly, guiding his hand up. “wrong hole, toby. here,” you said, placing his finger at your entrance, and he slid it in, slow and careful, his eyes widening at how wet you were. “good boy. like that.” he pumped gently, adding another finger when you nodded, his tics making his arm jerk slightly, but it only added to the pleasure, the unpredictable rhythm making you moan.

“s-sorry if i mess up,” he mumbled, apologetic, his free hand palming your tit through your tank top, squeezing softly. you pulled the top off, letting your breasts bounce free, and he stared, mesmerized, leaning in to suck a nipple, his tongue clumsy but eager. “taste so good,” he whimpered against your skin, his fingers still working your cunt, thumb fumbling over your clit until you guided him, showing him how to circle it just right.

“you’re doing great, baby,” you praised, reaching down to tug his sweatpants off. His cock sprang free, leaking pre-cum, his tic jerking his shoulder. “lie back,” you said, pushing him down gently, straddling him again. you stroked his cock, making him groan, his hips bucking up instinctively. “ready?”

“y-yeah,” he breathed, eyes pleading, “want you so bad.” you lined him up with your cunt, sinking down slow, the stretch delicious as his cock filled you. he gasped, hands gripping your hips, his face twisting in pleasure. “f-fuck, it’s so tight, wait is that-”

you laughed softly, kissing him. “feels good, right?” he nodded frantically, his tics making his body twitch under you, adding extra friction that made you moan. you rode him slow at first, letting him adjust, his cock throbbing inside you, hitting deep with each bounce. He was a whimpering mess, pleas spilling from his lips.

you picked up the pace, slamming down, your breasts bouncing as you fucked him, his cock dragging against your walls. he tried to thrust up, but his rhythm was off, clumsy and eager, sometimes slipping almost out before you guided him back in. “s-sorry, i-fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his hands roaming your body, squeezing your ass, then fumbling to rub your clit again, his thumb messy but earnest.

“cum inside me, Toby,” you commanded, grinding down, your own orgasm building as his cock hit that spot. He whimpered, subby and overwhelmed, his tics intensifying as he got close. “i-i gonna-fuck!” he came hard, flooding your cunt with thick cum, his body shaking under you, ropes spilling deep. the sensation pushed you over, your cunt spasming around him, milking every drop as you moaned his name.

you collapsed onto him, panting, his arms wrapping around you gently despite his tics. “t-thank you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “that was… perfect.” you smiled, staying on his cock, feeling his cum leak out, knowing this was just the start for your toby.

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tonight, masky was sprawled on his bed, mask off, eyes glinting with a mix of challenge and irritation, his jacket and shirt off, revealing scarred skin. you stood by the bed, wearing the strap-on harness already secured around your hips, the sleek black dildo catching the dim light.

"you really think you can handle me, huh?" he drawled, voice rough with that dark edge, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he propped himself on his elbows. "don't fuck this up, sweetheart." his tone was sassy, not quite rude, but dripping with that usual mean streak, daring you to prove yourself.

you smirked, climbing onto the bed, grabbing his cigarette and tossing it into an ashtray. "shut it, tim. you're the one getting fucked tonight." his eyes narrowed, but he didn't protest as you yanked his jeans down, leaving him in boxers, his cock already half-hard, betraying his bravado. you pushed him back, straddling his thighs, and he scoffed.

"big talk for someone who's gotta strap it on," he shot back, sassy as hell, but his breath hitched when you tugged his boxers off, his cock springing free, thick and leaking. you ignored it, grabbing the lube from the nightstand, slicking your fingers and the dildo generously. "get on with it," he growled, but his voice cracked, and you caught the way his thighs tensed as you pushed his legs up, exposing his ass.

"be patient, asshole," you teased, matching his sass, circling his hole with a slick finger. he tensed, grumbling, his eyes locked on you, daring you to keep going. you slid one finger in, slow, feeling him clench, his jaw tightening as he bit back a sound.

"relax, tim," you said, working him open, adding a second finger when he loosened, scissoring gently. he grunted, a mix of discomfort and pleasure, his cock twitching against his stomach.

"fuck, you're slow," he snapped, strained, his hands fisting the sheets. you smirked, curling your fingers against his prostate, and he choked on a moan, hips jerking despite himself. "shit, that's... good," he admitted, voice rough, his mean edge softening just a fraction. you pulled your fingers out, slicking the dildo again, and lined it up, pressing the tip against his hole. "ready, smartass?" you asked, and he glared, but nodded, his bravado faltering. you pushed in, slow and steady, the dildo stretching him, and he groaned, low and guttural, his head falling back. "fuck" he muttered, voice tight.

you thrust gently at first, letting him adjust, but his moans spurred you on, his cock leaking more as you hit his prostate. "look at you, taking it like a good slut," you taunted, matching his sass, picking up the pace. the bed creaked, his ass clenching around the dildo, and he growled, but it was more pleasure than protest, his hands gripping your hips now, urging you deeper.

"don't get cocky, bitch" he panted, sassy even as his body betrayed him, hips rocking to meet your thrusts. you leaned down, kissing him, teeth clashing, he melted into desperate moans against your lips. you fucked him harder, the dildo slamming into him, each thrust hitting that spot that made him whimper, a sound you'd never heard from masky before. his cock throbbed, pre-cum pooling on his stomach, and you reached down, stroking him in time with your thrusts.

"gonna cum, he gasped, voice breaking, his usual darkness replaced by a needy edge. you pounded faster, the harness rubbing your clit, pleasure building in you both. he came with a choked moan, cum splattering his chest, ropes thick and hot, his ass clenching tight around the dildo. the sight pushed you over, your orgasm hitting as you ground against the harness, moaning his name.

you slowed, pulling out gently, and he collapsed, panting, his dark eyes softer now, though still glinting with sass. "not bad," he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips, "but don't think this makes you the boss." you laughed, kissing his forehead, but letting out a surprise gasp when he flips you over. "i have the real one though," he said amused, rubbing his cock against your cunt, already becoming hard again.

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you knelt on a ratty rug by his gaming setup, wearing a tight black collar with a jingling bell, lacy panties barely covering your ass, and a shirt straining over your braless breasts. your thighs clenched, cunt already wet as ben slouched in his chair, pale fingers on a controller, his hat crooked, red eyes glowing, locked on the screen.

"stop moving, you little slut," he snapped, voice staticky and biting, not sparing you a glance as his game raged, blood and pixels flashing. his tone dripping with degradation, and the bell on your collar tinkled as you shifted, arousal soaking your panties. and the open door, where anyone could wander only spiked your shameful heat

"you're such a dick," you mumbled, playing into the dynamic, but your voice wavered. he paused the game, his form glitching, eyes snapping to you with a sneer that made your cunt throb. "crawl, you pathetic puppy," he ordered, patting his thigh, leaning back with a mocking grin. "or do I need to drag you by that fucking collar?" your face burned as you crawled on hands and knees, bell jingling, ass swaying in your panties. you settled between his legs, looking up, and he yanked the collar, pulling your face to his crotch. "look at you, drooling already, you dirty bitch," he taunted, his voice glitched and cruel, making your thighs press tighter.

"fucking desperate," he growled, unzipping his jeans, his cock springing free and leaking pre-cum.
"suck it, pet. show me what a good whore you are." you leaned in, tongue flicking over the tip, tasting, and he groaned, his hand fisting your hair, shoving you down. "don't tease, useless slut," he snapped, resuming his game, controller clicking as you took him deeper, lips stretching around his cock.

you sucked hard, tongue swirling along his shaft, the bell jingling with each bob, drool dripping down your chin. "fucking messy," he muttered, his tone degrading but laced with twisted approval, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, making you gag. the risk of someone hearing driving you wild.

"you're just a cock-hungry puppy, aren't you?" he sneered, tugging your hair harder, forcing you to take him to the back of your throat, tears pricking your eyes.

you moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him glitch, his hips bucking. "pathetic," he growled, eyes flicking to you, watching you choke on him while he played. "can't even suck dick right without making a mess." drool soaked your top, your panties drenched as his words humiliated you, pushing your arousal higher. he shoved you deeper, your nose brushing his pubes, the bell ringing wildly as he fucked your face, controller faltering as he groaned, staticky and low.

"swallow it all, you filthy little bitch," he ordered, his voice sharp, his hand tightening in your hair as he thrust faster, game forgotten. your throat constricted, gagging, but you sucked harder, tongue teasing his slit, drawing a glitched moan.

"fuck..gonna cum," he gasped, hips stuttering, and he came hard, cum flooding your mouth, spilling down your throat. you choked, swallowing what you could, but some dripped past your lips, staining your chin and top. "look at that, you sloppy whore," he sneered, smearing the cum across your face with his thumb, degrading but smug.

he pulled you off, panting, his eyes softer now, though still glinting with that dark edge. "good puppy," he murmured, stroking your hair, the praise a sharp contrast to his cruelty. you leaned against his thigh, wrecked, the bell jingling faintly, your cunt throbbing, untouched. he grabbed his controller, smirking. "stay there, slut. i’m not done gaming or humiliating you."

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you were no proxy or killer. jeff had claimed you weeks ago, marking you as his toy, his to use whenever the urge struck. tonight, you were in the kitchen, trying to keep your head down, wearing a torn shirt and night shorts, scrubbing a counter to avoid his attention. the other pastas ignored you, but jeff was a constant threat.

you heard his boots first, heavy and deliberate, before he grabbed you from behind, his hand clamping over your mouth, muffling your startled cry. "don't scream, bitch," he rasped, voice raw and cruel, the smell of blood and sweat choking you. his knife was at your throat, the cold blade biting just enough to sting. "mine to fuck whenever i want."

he shoved you over the counter, the edge digging into your hips, your jeans yanked down with a rip, panties torn off and discarded. "jeff, please stop," you whimpered, voice breaking, but he laughed, dark and vicious, his knife tracing your spine, sending shivers through you. "keep begging, slut. makes it better," he growled, his fingers probing your pussy, finding you slick despite your terror. "fucking wet already. love this, don't you?" your face burning with shame as your body responded

he didn't prep you, just unzipped his jeans, his cock thick, leaking and pushed into your cunt, the stretch brutal, splitting you open. you cried out, hands clawing at the counter, the cold tile grounding you as he fucked you hard, each thrust slamming you into the edge, pain and pleasure blurring. "take it, whore," he snarled, his knife at your neck. the kitchen open, other pastas passing, none stopped, none cared.
"fuck, please," you gasped, your body betraying you further, cunt clenching around his cock as he pounded relentlessly, his hand gripping your hair, yanking your head back. "shut up," he spat, slapping your ass, the sting sharp, making you clench tighter, drawing a groan from him. his cock hitting deep, and your slick dripped down your thighs, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet kitchen.

he leaned closer, his breath hot and foul. "just a hole for me," he growled, his knife grazing your cheek, leaving a faint red line. he rubbed your clit, rough and fast, forcing you toward the edge. "cum, you filthy slut," he ordered, and you did, against your will, your cunt spasming, slick gushing as you sobbed, shaking, the orgasm raw and humiliating.

he groaned, hips stuttering, and came, flooding your cunt cum, so much it leaked out, pooling on the floor. He didn't pull out, grinding deep, ensuring every drop stayed inside. "whore," he hissed, his knife pressing closer, the threat lingering. he pulled out, leaving you slumped over the counter, cum dripping down your legs, your body wrecked and trembling.

he wasn't done. he spun you around, shoving you to your knees, his cock still hard, slick with your juices and his cum. "clean it," he ordered, grabbing your hair, forcing his cock past your lips. You gagged, tasting yourself and him, tears streaming as he fucked your face, fast and brutal, the knife at your throat. "good little fucktoy," he taunted, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction, cum and drool spilling down your chin.

he pulled out, smearing his cum across your face with the knife's flat, and stepped back, zipping up.
"stay useful," he said, his carved grin wide, leaving you on the floor, broken, the kitchen silent except for your shaky breaths.

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you straddling her thigh, your panties damp against her pale legs, her strong hands gripping your hips.
"look at you, my sweet little princess," jane purred, her voice smooth but laced with a cruel edge, her fingers digging into your hips as she guided your movements.

"so desperate, humping my thigh like a needy puppy." her words stung, but the affection in her tone and her her gentle grip made your cunt flutter, your slick soaking through your panties onto her legs. you whimpered, hands clutching her shoulders, your top riding up as you rocked against her thigh, teasing your clit through the thin lace. "please," you gasped, face flushed, the heat of her praise and taunts driving you wild.

"my pretty girl, you're doing so well," she cooed, leaning forward to kiss your neck, her lips soft but possessive, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. "but you're such a filthy mess, aren't you? soaking my leg like a greedy whore." her smile was warm, eyes glinting with adoration as she flexed her thigh, the muscle pressing harder against your clit, making you moan.

you grind down faster, the friction intense, your pussy pulsing with each drag against her legs.
"jane, it feels so good," you whined, and she chuckled, one hand sliding up to cup your tit through your top, pinching your nipple lightly, the sting blending with pleasure. "i know it does, baby, she said, voice dripping with mock pity. "my princess too pathetic to get off without my help, aren't you?"

she yanked your top up, exposing your tits, and leaned down, sucking a nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling as you arched into her. her other hand guided your hips, setting a relentless pace, your slick smearing across her thigh, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. "such a good girl for me," she murmured against your skin, her praise softening the sting of her next words. "but only a slut would ride my thigh this desperately."

your hands tangled in her hair, tugging softly, and she growled, flexing her thigh again, the pressure on your clit pushing you closer. "j-jane i-im-" you gasped, and she smirked, pulling back to watch your face, her hands bruising your hips as she forced you to grind harder. "go on, cum for me, you needy little bitch," she ordered, her voice firm but sweet, her eyes locked on yours.

you moaned, loud and broken, the mix of her praise and degradation unraveling you. you cunt spasmed, slick gushing through your panties, soaking her leg as your orgasm hit, your body trembling, thighs shaking against her. she held you steady, guiding you through it, her lips brushing your ear. "my perfect girl," she whispered, all warmth now, kissing your cheek as you panted, wrecked on her lap.

jane didn't let you move, keeping you on her thigh, your cum and slick cooling against her leg. "look at the mess you made, you filthy princess," she teased, but her arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, her lips soft on your forehead. "my messy, perfect pet." you smiled, nuzzling into her, safe in her arms.

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you stood trembling in the center of the room, wearing your usual black pants and hoodie, heart pounding as slenderman loomed behind his desk, his faceless head tilting, tentacles writhing from his back like living shadows. no words.. he didn't need them; his presence was punishment enough, the static in your mind buzzing with his disapproval.

you opened your mouth to apologize, but a tentacle lashed out, wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to choke your words. "no," his telepathic voice echoed in your skull, cold and commanding, laced with dark amusement. more tentacles emerged, slick and black, coiling around your wrists and ankles, lifting you off the ground, spreading you wide in the air. your hoodie ripped open with a sharp tug, exposing your bra and skin to the chill. "wait, please," you gasped, fear twisting with a sick heat in your core.

he didn't wait. a tentacle slithered under your bra, tearing it apart, your tits spilling free as another coiled around one, squeezing hard, teasing your nipple into a peak. you whimpered, struggling, but the bonds tightened, pinning you helpless. "pathetic proxy, his voice hissed in your you degradation sharp. "failing me? you'll learn." your pants were next, shredded by a tentacle's edge, panties yanked down, exposing your cunt to the cold air. slick already coated your thighs.

a thick tentacle nudged your slit, the tip probing, slick and warm, before thrusting in deep, stretching you wide. you screamed, the force brutal, filling you completely as it pumped slow and deliberate, curling against your walls. "take your punishment," he commanded, another tentacle sliding between your ass cheeks, circling your hole before pushing in, the double penetration overwhelming, pain blending with forced pleasure. you moaned your cunt clenching around the invading tentacles.

more tentacles joined. one wrapping your thigh, spreading you wider; another forcing past your lips, muffling your cries as it fucked your mouth, the taste salty and invasive. "sloppy little failure," his voice taunted, the tentacles thrusting in unison, the one in your cunt hitting deep, rubbing your g-spot relentlessly. your body trembled, slick gushing down your legs, the static in your, pushing you toward unwanted ecstasy.

the tentacle in your ass twisted, stretching you further, while the one in your mouth pulled out, slick with drool, only to slap your face, leaving wet trails. "cum," he ordered, another tentacle coiling around your clit. you sobbed, but your body obeyed, orgasm crashing through you, your cunt spasming, squirting slick around the tentacle as your ass clenched, waves of pleasure-pain ripping you apart.

he didn't stop, the tentacles pounding harder, another wrapping your tits, squeezing as they thrust. "again," he demanded, and you came a second time, shaking, tears streaming, your cunt and ass flooded with his slick essence, leaking out. finally, the tentacles withdrew, dropping you to the floor in a heap, cum-like fluid pooling beneath you, your body wrecked and trembling.

his form loomed closer, a tentacle stroking your cheek almost gently. "don't fail me again," his voice warned, cold but satisfied. You nodded weakly, the punishment etched into your skin, his claim deeper than before.

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toby sat on the edge of the bed, goggles pushed up into his messy brown hair, scarred grin sharp as he patted his thigh. you knelt between his legs, your hands resting on his knees, heat already pooling in your core as his gloved hand tangled in your hair.

"g-get to it, b-babe," toby growled, his voice rougher than usual, a tic jerking his shoulder as he tugged your head closer. "w-wanna feel t-that pretty mouth on m-my c-cock." you nodded eagerly as you unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free, hard and leaking pre-cum.

"f-fuck, I-look at you, so e-eager," he said, his tone a mix of praise and tease, thumb brushing your lips before pushing two fingers into your mouth. "s-suck 'e-em first. s-show me what you're gonna do to me. you obeyed, swirling your tongue around his gloved fingers, hollowing your cheeks as he groaned, his free hand gripping your hair tighter. "g-good girl," he murmured, pulling them out with a pop, a string of spit connecting you. "c-m'on s-suck my cock n-now"
you leaned in, tongue flicking over the tip, tasting his salty pre-cum, and he hissed, hips bucking slightly. "That's it-take it deep," he ordered, guiding your head down, as you wrapped your lips around him, sliding down inch by inch. your mouth stretched around his thickness, tongue pressing along the underside, and he moaned, low and guttural, his tic twitching his head. "f-fuck, suck harder, s-slut."

drool spilled down your chin, soaking his jeans, the wet sounds filling the room as you took him deeper, gagging when he hit the back of your throat. "y-yeah, choke on it," he growled, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, his hand setting the pace. "y-you I-love being my little c-cocksucker, don't y-you?" you moan around him, vibrations drawing a sharp gasp from tony, his cock throbbing.

he pulled your hair, forcing you to look up, his eyes dark with lust. "e-eyes on me, b-babe." you did, tears pricking from the depth, but the praise made your cunt clench, panties soaked. you sucked harder, tongue swirling the head, one hand stroking what you couldn't take, twisting at the base. His tics made his hips jerk unpredictably, adding to the intensity, his groans turning desperate.

"g-gonna cum," he panted, his hand fisting your hair as he fucked your face faster. "s-swallow every drop, good girl." you hummed in agreement, hollowing your cheeks, and he came with a choked moan, cum flooding your mouth, spilling down your throat. you swallowed greedily, some dribbling past your lips, and he groaned, holding you down until he was spent, his cock twitching.

he pulled you off gently, wiping your chin with his thumb, smirking. "t-that was a-amazing," he said, voice softening, pulling you up to straddle his lap. his arms wrapped around you, kissing you deeply, tasting himself.