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Thinking abt ghost fucking but I'm the ghost....like cmonnnn me haunting you...you can see and feel me but no one else can...trying ur best to ignore me and how hot I make u feel all day untill I'm grinding on your lap while you're in company, watching you struggle to hold it together, to act like nothing's happening, and just giggling, asking oh so innocently if u want to be inside me, if u want to fuck me stupid with a tilted head, big doe eyes and a smile like I'm not making you leak in your pants while you try to hold normal conversation and look right through me :3

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i'm such a "shhh i've got you it's alright oh fuck you're doing so good" while they're wailing and screaming and thrashing in my arms kinda sadist

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You're giving me those tired puppy eyes again. What? Your big boy job tired you out? You poor thing, you seem so stressed and pent-up. Come here, lay you head on my lap, let me turn your brain off by playing with your hair and teasing your covered cock. All you need to do is close your eyes and let that frustration out with your melodic whimpers and moans.

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Boys are like a type of ash tray that moans

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WHAT is wrong with you. It is so attractive

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not brat breaking. not brat taming. brat fostering.

brat fostering the ‘people pleaser who received inconsistently extreme reactions throughout their childhood’ sub.

i am going to encourage you so so much. i’ll give you preknown options to brat that have zero chances of actually annoying me. i’m going to coax out the quip stuck in your throat. i’m going to pavlov you into an arrogant little bitch who stands up for themself.

like yes baby i’m going to tell you exactly when i’m mad so you don’t need to walk on egg shells. mhm i’m going to list exactly what you did wrong. nope, you will not wait days for a punishment, i know you’d worry yourself into a spiral, no bitch of mine is going to worry they’re going to be blindsided at any moment, only some of the moments. i promise i won’t twist your words and will always give you a chance to explain or, preferably, back talk. you never need to apologize after i’ve dealt with you.

i’m going to give you the consistency you never had. slut.

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Is that a hard penis in your pants or is it something different than that? Also: do you hate me?

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getting off to me crying is sick and sadistic and i love it

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dry humping where he’s on top of you and you can feel him against your core with every faux thrust and you’re both panting into each other’s mouths and it’s needier because you aren’t quite there he’s not actually inside you and you’re grabbing at his clothes and his hands are in your hair and he’s desperate and whining and

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sure I'll lay on you like a weighted blanket but only if you let me force my dick in your hole while I do it

and by 'let' I mean you struggle and thrash uselessly and beg me to stop and I don't <3

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before pride month ends does anyone wanna admit they have a crush on me

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Feral, dirty, primal fucking, wrestling you onto the bed, cutting off your complaints with a hand over your mouth, teeth on your neck, claiming you. Rutting into you until you're crying and begging me to stop. Too weak to fight back, too weak to think. Just lie there and take it.

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Finding you at a party. Sidling up to you, striking up conversation as I push another drink into your hand. It's not long before I pull you away from our friends, out the front door, away from the crowd. "Oh no, did you drink too much?" I ask, sympathy in my voice as I support you, one hand on your ass. "It's okay. I'll get you home safe. You live downtown, right?"

I let myself into your apartment. After all, you're gonna need someone to take care of you. Poor thing, you can't think straight. I bring you water--accidentally spill it on your shirt. Don't worry, let's take that off...no, it's just me. Yeah, I got you. No, shhh. Lie back. I'll get you into pajamas in a minute. Just let me...now, doesn't that feel good? Yeah, it feels good for me too. You're so wet down there. That means you're enjoying this right? Relax, sweetheart. You're safe with me.

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I heard a rumour that some of you like big brown eyes on a puppy is this true or false. Liars will be executed

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Arch reveal I guess hashtag slay

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BIG fan of noble who has been accused of possession or devil communion because of poor behavior, and so they bring in the holy knight to roughly fuck her in front of the council who decided this for her. The knight just seeing his cock as another holy weapon like a sword for this is choice.

(i got a little carried away with this)

it was ridiculous— when people referred to others as “devil spawn,” they didn’t mean it. and yet here you were, having flown too close to the sun with your insolence, bent over the bench-like structure as the thing behind you fucked you with such calculated force that were certain that you weren’t the first bratty royal to be “exorcised” by him.

things were off to a bad start when you found your chambers locked from the outside that morning. too high up to escape through the window, you had no choice but to sit in irritated silence until someone inevitably came to see why you hadn’t woken up. you didn’t care if this was some kind of prank or an honest mistake, you were going to make the life of the responsible party a living hell for this.

of course, when the door finally clicked open, you weren’t expecting guards to file in, grabbing you by the shoulders without a word and dragging you out. your threats didn’t even make them flinch. brought to the throne room, you were forced to your knees, hands bounded to either side of the altar, and a bit forced into your mouth to finally shut you up.

a number of the nobility were in attendance— some looking at you with pity, some with disgust and disdain. they were joined by a tall knight, his armor gleaming white and gold. you didn’t recognize him, but the holy knights were too precious for common guard duties. you rarely saw them in the castle at all except on special occasions. if you squinted, you might see a hint of haughtiness or arrogance, but more so he just seemed perfectly charming, polite, and virtuous.

finally, they acknowledged you. one man cleared his throat and stepped forward, making eye contact with you to read out the charges against you. “given the evidence suggesting witchcraft, devilry, or possession, we have decided to engage in a purification ritual carried out by our holy knights.”

what the fuck did that mean? you had never heard of such a thing. and for that matter, you weren’t possessed. the gag in your mouth prevented you from arguing, of course, as the knight took his place behind you. and when you heard the sounds of armor and fabric shifting, it dawned on you what was about to happen.

and yet, when his cock first pushes into you, you can’t deny how such a large thing that should hurt is perfectly pleasurable. not that it was your first time (promiscuity was one of the sins that got you here in the first place), but gods above did this man feel like no other. and mere moments later, when the first orgasm crashes over you, the sound that escapes your mouth can’t be described as anything but heavenly. perhaps his cock really is a weapon of god just as much as the rest of him.

when the first hot load fills your stomach, you don’t want it to end— and it won’t. they have to make sure the divinity takes, after all.

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Is it too much? Oh, you poor sweet thing. Take it.