Making a sex tape with ghost 💋
Simon would be deployed soon, and he wanted a memento of you—something to keep him company during the lonely nights, something to share with the boys when they eventually asked who was the pretty girl that managed to grab the attention of the ever-feared Ghost.
Their answer would be provided in the form of a video of you getting fucked like a whore.
Phone propped up right in front of your face, nowhere to hide as Simon uses you for his own ends. Back arched, ass in the air, just the way he likes it.
“Eyes up slag, want to see your face properly,” he grunts, then pulls your head up by your hair and fucks you even harder, a feat you weren’t even sure was possible. You’re the picture of debauchery, mouth open with a never ending stream of moans, cries, pleading and begging for Simon to slow down to which he only laughs at.
“Slow down? Don’t think you want that love.”
Just like you asked, his thrusts become forceful, slow and methodical, each push sending your body forward. His cock drags against your inner walls so deliciously you can’t help but cry.
It’s good, but just like he said, it’s not what you want. It’s not enough.
On pure instinct you push your ass back into his hips and he laughs again, taunting you as his large hands keep you still, forced to accept only what he gives.
“Don’t be greedy, slut. Keep nice and still f’me.”
He keeps you right on the edge, no more and no less. Every time you feel yourself close to orgasm he wrestles you back to reality, stopping his movements entirely, then starting once more once he’s certain you’re ready.
“Mm, precious little cunt,” he gasps, dropping his entire body weight against your back. It’s suffocating, how easily he overshadows you and forces you to take every last inch, a whining mess underneath him. “So tight, can feel her squeezin’ me for every last drop.”
Your legs shake with exertion, your body so weak you can’t even summon the strength to hold onto the sheets. His hand reaches up to grab your chin, keeping your head up in a tight grip, the light of the phone illuminating the tears running down your face. “Go on, say it, tell me you need more, want the boys to know just how well I’ve trained you.”
You don’t recognize yourself through the video, the cock-drunk eyes, the fucked out smile plastered across your face, the lack of a single thought in your head besides his cock as you obey his orders.
“More, please,” you whimper, and then his fingers reach up to play with your spit-lined lips.
“Say again doll, louder for me,” he grins, and you do, a sloppy mess of yourself as you gag on his fingers. They play with your tongue, drag against your lips before reaching down to play with your clit, sitting upright to stretch out your poor, over sensitive pussy on his massive cock.
“You look good getting fucked…now smile for the camera.”
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just putting this out here.
I saw that Slave! Aven x reader post, and just wanted to share my thoughts.
What the fuck.
Not only are you completely disregarding his story of breaking free from his chains on his own and joining the IPC after killing the man who bought him, it’s also really weird. Feels like you’re almost romantising it.
Aventurine’s story is not for anybody to twist into you helping him escape, because the entire reason he’s the character we know in current is the fact he did it all. By. Himself.
However, I do agree death threats are way too far. The fic may be deserving of criticism, however, whoever is hiding behind the guise anonymity and sending hate, slurs and death threats to the og poster, you’re not any better
I enjoy your works, but I am not supporting you anymore. I hope you can genuinely learn from this.
I’m not going to say anything else. disagree, block or hate me however you like, I stand by this point. Thanks.
Edit: Those of you saying its just fiction and its not canon, just wait until its about another race, lets see if you'll still say the same thing.
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my ideal hypnosis switch4switch dynamic is where I'm rizzing you up like usual domstyle and then you say some particular words in a certain tone that make me auto respond with some subby shit that when my dom brain kicks back in after I go "who said that"
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