Girls Who Get Turned On By Fear And Humiliation Are The Best Type Of Girls By The Way (speaking Through

I bet you sound so cute when you cum

- 🖤

my owner definitely thinks so :3 but thank you

@beuclair x

@marked-death plz

me n whoooo

I’m in love with every single thing about you and I’ll let everyone know how obsessed I am with you I don’t give a fuck, I’m going to kidnap you smh..

ugh please i beg

I want you so bad.

i can’t begin to explain how badly i want to come undone with everything you can offer. you mouth, your hands… everything

the touch starved mood

Beuclair is no more, your marked and claimed by me sweetheart.

this is no issue to me :3 i love you endlessly and fully

real

I automatically think it's disgusting when someone other than me interacts with you.

can i just be fucked till i’m brainless?? im tired of thinking

My Toy

Her breath stuttered, and she turned her face away, her cheeks flushing as much from the sting of his words as from the heat of his body pressing against hers. But he didn’t let her hide. He caught her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look at him. “Eyes on me,” he commanded, his voice sharp enough to make her flinch but soft enough to keep her from breaking. “I want to see every little thing that happens to you.”

She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. She wasn’t sure if she could hold his gaze, but when she tried to look away again, he tightened his grip, his fingers digging into her skin just enough to make her gasp. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, his voice a dangerous purr. “You’re mine tonight. Every whimper, every tear—it all belongs to me.”

Her lower lip quivered, and she nodded, her body already responding to the promise in his voice. He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that made her stomach flip. “Good girl,” he praised again, his voice softer this time, almost tender. But she knew better. She knew the tenderness was just the calm before the storm.

He released her chin, trailing his fingers down her throat, over her collarbone, and down to the hem of her shirt. He didn’t rush, didn’t tear it off her the way she half-expected him to. Instead, he took his time, his fingers brushing against her skin in a way that made her feel like she was unraveling. “You’re so fucking sensitive,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already a mess.”

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. But he wasn’t having it. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Let me hear you. I want to know exactly what I’m doing to you.”

The sound that escaped her was barely more than a whimper, but it was enough to make him smile. “There we go,” he said, his voice dark with satisfaction. He tugged her shirt off, tossing it aside, and then his hands were on her again, his fingers skimming over her skin in a way that made her shiver. He paused when he reached her breasts, his fingers tracing the curve of them before he leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin in a way that made her gasp.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Every inch of you”

It’s late..

She lays down in bed after her game session, and her obsessor has been “strange” in the call, threatening her and acting ominous. She opens her eyes to a man in a mask chocking her, sitting on top of her and stopping the air from going to her lungs, she struggles but cannot escape his grip. Her vision goes dark and she blacks out, waking up later tied with her head dangling over the bed, she looks upside down as the man pull outs a knife. Striking genuine fear into her as he cuts her night gown. “I meant all that talk I told you earlier” he says, carving a “K” on her thigh. Blood drips to the bed and beside her very eye as pain stings her with pleasure and submission, fully knowing that her very life depends on him. He shoves his cock in her mouth and places the knife down her throat, roughly pushing her head into the bed, she remembers how he choked her earlier and begins making a mess. Slobbering everywhere and eventually, not moving.. he notices and cums deep in her throat, pulling it out and lifting her head, her eyes are almost blank as she says “ I’ll fill your pussy next, you gonna struggle? “ she replies with crying eyes” no master..” he inches closer to her… “good girl..” slightly cutting her shoulder.