#kappa x reader

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

A/N: 2k words, another Kofi member request about a Kappa!

warnings: breeding, anal

Nearly every afternoon during the summer, you enjoyed walking down to the local river to cool off. You’d swim for a bit and sunbathe before eating some snacks.

Before, you disliked going out on your own, but after finding a secluded spot you found out that spending time by yourself was relaxing. In nature and surrounded by the comforting sounds of the river, you could find peace.

Maybe it was the sudden heat wave, maybe it was the riverbed starting to dry up, but you noticed some of the frogs and smaller reptiles dying. It upset you, and you started leaving out small dishes full of water. You’d come home from the river to find hordes of small creatures enjoying the refreshments.

After putting out a fresh dish of water, you wrapped your towel around your body. You were soft, plump, with stretch marks on your thighs, belly, and breasts. Though it used to make you insecure, you rarely felt that way anymore, especially since you started wearing next to nothing at your secluded river spot.

On the way there, you heard a strange sound, like a mix of hiss and whine. It sent you on edge. Was something injured out here? Sometimes you spotted the occasional reptile or cat that needed help…

But there wasn’t a cat.

You pulled back the leaves of a large bush, peering inside. It took a moment for you to register what exactly you were looking at.

Some… creature was lying under the shade of the bush, breathing shallowly and making sounds of distress. It seemed strangely dried out, like a work caught on the sidewalk after a storm.

“H-hello?”

The creature went silent at the sound of your voice, beady eyes glancing up at you. Its skin was taut and slightly wrinkled, and its voice was raspy.

“Help… me…”

You jumped when it spoke, your eyes going wide as you took in its entire body. It was shaped like a human, but with green skin and a turtle shell covering its torso. For a moment you could only stare in shock, unable to do anything but open and close your mouth without speaking.

“Water…”

Despite not knowing what it was and if it was dangerous, you couldn’t in good conscious leave a helpless creature to suffer like that.

You ran to the river, taking out your water canteen and filling it with water. Once it was full, you ran back to the creature.

“Here, drink this…”

It made a strange sound, weakly pushing your hand away. Why was it resisting?

It was then you realized the creature wasn’t pushing you away, it was guiding you upwards towards its head.

There was a small dish there…

“Fill… it with water… and I’ll be forever in your debt.”

You didn’t hesitate, filling the small dish with the water. It was almost instant, the creature was on its feet and cheering, letting out happy chirps as its face nuzzled into yours.

“Thank you, thank you…”

You weren’t sure what to think of this… thing. After attempting to leave it in the wild and go home, you begrudgingly let it follow after you.

It was clingy, constantly rubbing its head against you and letting out this affectionate purr. You’d have to do some research once you got home…

As you got comfortable in your computer chair and opened your laptop, it peaked over the back, blinking as it watched you type in a few things.

Green skin, a turtle shell, and a shallow water dish on its head… every result told you it was a creature called the Kappa.

Though some of the creatures’ behaviors did concern you, the kappa before you seemed to be placated and obedient due to you saving it.

It began living with you… and you soon learned that it was… very fond of you.

Some days when you wore looser clothing, it would peek under your shirts or shorts, with an almost innocent curiosity. It started making you shy as you realized it was a he when his cock poked out, bobbing with need as he stared at your plump ass as you showered.

You were soft, with stretch marks on your breasts, belly, and thighs, and he seemed fascinated by that. He traced his webbed fingers along your stretch marks, letting out a content purr as you whined a bit.

He was a large guy, a soft belly and muscular to boot, easily able to pick you up when he wanted and could also easily pin you down. Thoughts like those flustered you… why were you thinking of that creature like this!?

Lately, it had been staying close to you at all times, letting out strange noises minutes before a male would pass by outside. Be it a human, dog, cat, or something else, he hated any male getting near you.

“Have to take care of you…” he murmured, his hand moving over your soft belly as he admired your plump body. “You saved me, I owe you that…”

You weren’t exactly sure that was the whole truth, though. He looked at you with needy eyes, his cock often erect and beading precum. His hands tended to wander along your body when he was near you, and you were starting to feel needy yourself.

Indulging him a bit wouldn’t hurt, would it?

It was nearing fall, meaning he stayed inside more often, soaking in your tub to stay moisturized and cuddling up with you if it got even slightly cold.

That meant you felt his erection rubbing against your fat thighs, sometimes slipping between them to use your thighs to get off. You didn’t really mind, even slightly rocking your hips to help him.

He adored your ass, often squeezing and playing with it, pulling apart your cheeks to look at your cute hole. Of course you shooed him away before he could push his fingers into you… but sometimes you wanted to give in.

This made you want him even more. He was always bringing home fish and fresh vegetables for you to eat, and it was too late to go back when you realized he was courting you.

The kappa saw you as his mate, his to protect and breed during the fall and winter so you’d produce his young by the upcoming spring.

His efforts began to increase the second snow began to fall. He’d go out to the river daily, coming back with too much fish for you to eat, but he insisted on filling you up for the winter.

You were already fat, a plump and curvy person, but now your belly was even softer, your stretch marks growing. This seemed to please him…

He let out a soft purr as he nuzzled his face against your neck, nibbling softly. Every day his affections grew bolder, and he was close to mating with you.

You could see the warning signs. His hands wondering, nest building, his scent lingering on your body long after he had pulled away…

It was early December when he came to you, clingy and upset. You had left the house for a few hours to do run some errands and returned to a very upset and jealous kappa.

“H-hey, it was just a little bump on the shoulder!”

But he wasn’t listening to your explanation. He could smell a man’s scent on you, and that was driving him crazy. You had run into someone accidentally, that was all, but it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

The kappa was letting out an upset whine, pinning you down as he continued to nuzzle his face into you, his erection rubbing against your clothed cunt.

It was… exhilarating, feeling his webbed fingers pull your thighs apart. He took a sniff between your legs, tilting his head and letting out a contented purr when he was able to see your pussy.

You whimpered when he toyed with your clit, his tongue pushing past your plump pussy lips and into your hole. Your taste was something the kappa had never experienced before, and he could tell you were a fertile mate just by that alone.

“Pretty…”

The kappa was not a creature of many words, so to hear him compliment you in this way had you clenching around his tongue.

It didn’t take long for him to bring you to orgasm, you were so pent up from holding yourself back all these months that it was easy to make you cum.

You could tell he didn’t have much of an idea of what he was doing, it was all instincts, but you enjoyed every touch and lick.

Before long, his cock was throbbing too much to ignore and he climbed on top of you, once again nuzzling and butting his head against you affectionately as he pressed the tip of his cock against your dripping hole.

It was clear what he wanted. His hand was on your belly, feeling the soft fat and texture of your stretch marks as he pushed in.

His mind was filled with images of your belly being big and swollen, being a perfect little mate and parent to his young.

With those thoughts in mind, he pushed into you, his hand grabbing a handful of your ass as he fucked you. You felt his fingers wander, pushing into your asshole and pumping in and out as his cock stretched your pussy out.

It was all too much, you felt like you were going to burst!

He focused on your pussy at first, determined to successfully breed you. He blinked and stared down at his cock as it pushed in and out. Your pussy looked so pretty, stretching around him…

He kept going until he came inside of you, filling you up and making your belly bulge. It was an incredible sight, his eyes lighting up while his hand rubbed over your swollen belly.

But he was far from done with you. After filling you up, he turned you on your belly, lifting your hips up and pressing his cock into your asshole. It was a strange sensation. You had used toys on your pussy before, but had never tried with your ass…

He went crazy, his thrusts rough and fast. He couldn’t help it, seeing the way your fat rippled as he pounded into you was enough to drive a man mad.

Kappas loved ass, and he was no exception to this rule. He groaned as he melted into you, holding onto your hips and leaving imprints of his webbed fingers on your sensitive flesh.

The kappa was only satisfied once he had thoroughly claimed both your ass and pussy for himself, and finally curled up with you for a break. He was so happy, purring and snuggling with you.

Your body was sore and you felt exhausted, but you were strangely happy too. No human partner had ever treated you as something so beautiful and precious, but the kappa made sure to worship your body the entire time he mated with you.

With how swollen and heavy your belly was with cum, you had no doubt that if interbreeding with kappas was possible, you’d be heavily pregnant with his young in no time. He had filled you to the brim, and you were content to rest in his arms for the night.

As winter continued, you spent more time at home than usual, even requesting to work from home instead of going out every day. It was a lot more comfortable to be with your kappa lover all day.

After all, who would pick staying in a boring office and doing paperwork over going home and getting your brains fucked out by a handsome kappa?

Life sure as hell was different, but you couldn’t complain. You were happy, and no one would ever take you away from the kappa. He was your lover and protector for the rest of all time.

And he was more than happy to do it, too.

[blackdollette]

Hii Soo I'm not used to sending requests so I'm sorry if this is gonna be a little difficult or confusing. Have you heard that TikTok sound about how "she wanted five guys and I'm not talking about burgers" I was wondering if you could write something like that with 5 characters that Rory plays I don't mind who if you do decide to write it but I'm so sorry this message is so long

ohhh anon you're creative!

"you want more." | clyde, euronymous, jack, kappa, tyler

art deco. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@livingdead-reilly @imoonkiss @lankysimp @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss @wild-rose-35

female!reader x clyde + r!euro + jack + kappa + tyler

word count: 1.6k

contents: gangbang, unprotected p in v, anal, a little degradation, a little praise, blowjob, public sex, overstimulation, facial, creampies, a little aftercare

like a doll on display in the window of a toy store, you felt 5 pairs of predatory eyes lying on your almost bare figure as you sat on a scrawny little bed in a private room of your favourite nightclub. what a strange set of men. the thought ran through your mind as you stared up at them, studying the group. 

there was a drunk-eyed stoner dressed in baggy clothes that held a muscular figure, a dark-haired metalhead wearing a cropped shirt that showed off a toned torso, a normal-looking man who appeared more off-putting the longer you looked at him, a greasy hippie who was already greedily palming himself, and a short-haired man with a glowing, throbbing rod concealed in his jeans.

you shyly bit your lip, fidgeting with your thumbs as you thought about what was in store for you. this wasn’t what you initially expected during a night out at the club, but you couldn't deny the adrenaline rushing through your veins. you were wearing a pair of silk panties and thigh-high black socks. the first man to take note of your nervous disposition was the stoner, who reached out a hand to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb.

clyde’s gentle touch made you shiver. “well aren’t you just the cutest thing?” he slipped his thumb between your lips, making you suck on it. “i promise not to hurt you tonight, ‘kay?” while his words were meant to bring you comfort, you could only tremble as the four others clearly had intentions of doing the opposite. 

your eyes darted around, spotting the hippie whipping out his cannon. your pupils dilated as 12-inches of meat dangled in the corner of your eye. your clit throbbed at the thought of his pipe abusing your internal organs, beating them to a pulp. and you caught a glimpse of that dream in reality as he hopped on the bed, lifting up your ass and pressing his hips against you and letting you feel the sensation of his throbbing cock through the dampening fabric of your panties.

three belts clanged as they hit the ground in unison. the three others, euronymous, jack and tyler, took their positions on the bed with you, all five of them surrounding you. euronymous firmly grabs your jaw, making you look up at him. you couldn’t help but whimper quietly, from the sight of him and the feeling of kappa starting to toy with your pussy.

clyde rested back against the creaky bed’s headboard, pulling out his erection that was already smeared with precum. tyler sat next to him and as he pulled out his dick, your life momentarily flashed before your eyes. his shaft was unlike anyone else’s in the room. from the balls, it was a shimmery sapphire blue and it faded into a pretty purple at the tip (like this). it was so thick that you tried to wrap your hand around it, failing.

a harsh slap landed down on your ass, making yelp. jack’s hand left a sting as kappa cooed mockingly. “aw did that hurt, sugar?” euronymous tore your panties off of you, tossing the useless strip of fabric to the side as he massaged your hard clit with his thumb. you arched your back, stuffing your face into the mattress until a hand grabbed you by your hair.

“don’t hide that pretty mouth,” tyler grinned, “we’re gonna put you to good use, baby.” clyde flipped his hair out of his face, teasing your lips with the tip of his cock. you eagerly took it in, taking a second to adjust to his size. clyde let out a low groan, already bucking his hips slowly into your mouth.

tyler’s alien cock glowed with arousal as he watched your throat bulge from being filled up. you brought your hand to his dick, it being much colder than clyde’s. you lifted you mouth off of his, with lips being connected by strings of saliva as you slowly took tyler’s tentacle into your mouth. his hand found the back of your head, gently guiding it down. “yeah… nice and easy.”

then they all went at full force. euro, jack and kappa all slammed themselves into you simultaneously. tears flooded your eyes as you felt two cocks stretch out your pussy and one fill up your asshole. right from the jump, you were already gushing on all of them, the wetness of your cunt saturating their rods.

clyde and tyler took off the training wheels, now making you take both lengths into your little mouth at the same time. you struggled, but your sobs provided enough spit to help them go down easily. both men tossed their head back in unison from the feeling of their girths rubbing together.

though you couldn’t see, jack was taking care of your asshole while kappa and euro dealt with your painfully tight pussy. jack slowly massaged your sore hole as he slowly moved himself in and out of you. “does that hurt, sweetie?” his hand had a gentle grip of your waist and he gave it a little squeeze. both your holes clenched, and jack took this as a sign to be a little gentler with you.

“just give me a little kick if you can’t take it. but i know you can. such a good girl…” jack’s words turned your limbs into jelly. he cocked his head to the side slightly, dislodging a few locks from his bun as he pushed himself in your tight muscle, the vibrations of your groans running down tyler and clyde’s bodies.

kappa may have had the size, but euronymous was carrying the speed. he was twice, maybe three times as fast as everyone else one, your ass bouncing each time he slammed himself back into you. he muttered the dirtiest things of all, making a knot tie in your stomach. “goddamnit, you’re tight as a fuckin’ virgin. but we all know that’s not true, don’t we?” 

you felt your cheeks burn with humiliation, much to his dismay. you ground your hips against them, cum dripping down the inside of your thighs. you had already cum a few times, but how would they know? your mouth was completely stuffed, preventing you from getting a single word out.

clyde reached into the pocket of his cargos which were inches away from him on the bed. he took out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a long drag, eyes locked on you as your spit could his cock in a thin layer.

while clyde was calm and collected, tyler was completely losing it. his hips uncontrollably bucked into your mouth as he gripped the bedsheets so tight that his knuckles went pale. his cock was illuminated like a glowstick, throbbing and oozing as it began to drip with a neon green substance.

as the taste hit your tongue, you immediately felt like gagging. but once you got over the burning sizzle of his cum, it began to taste faintly like green apple bubble gum. you swallowed every last drop that he gave you, desperately deepthroating his length to get more of his solution. then the gates of hell broke loose. he couldn’t hold back anymore and he dumped a bucket load of bioluminescent cum into your digestive track.

it erupted out of him like lava, hot and sizzling as you coughed up green bubbles. clyde burst into a fit of laughter as he shoved himself back into you. “what a party trick, dude.” clyde grabbed a fistful of your hair, aggressively fucking your throat, completely losing control of himself.

you gazed up at him through tear-filled eyes as your lips swelled around him. he’d always been a sucker for “blowjob eyes”, so with a few more lazy thrusts he shot hot strings of his seed onto your face, painting on you like you were a pretty picture.

as you received your facial, kappa exclaimed out a string of curses, as you feel your pussy swell as it filled with cum. euronymous’ balls slapped against your clit as he pounded into you, his fingernails digging into your ass as he lost himself in this moment of pure bliss. as hit orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, he yanked himself out of you, pumping himself quickly as shooting his load all over your arched back.

jack took this opportunity to give it his all, now fucking you rapidly in the ass. you cried into the mattress, loads of cum squirting out of your swollen pussy as he destroyed your insides. “o-oh yeah… good fucking girl…” he reached a hand down and started rubbing messy circles on your puffy clit, making your ass clench as he reached his climax.

he groaned deeply, his body shaking enough the snap the elastic band holding his hair up, sending his full strands all over his face. he used you to milk every last drop out of himself before pulling out and examining your sore hole.

you were a total mess, tears running down your face as they all released you at once. you panted heavily, the room spinning as your eyes fluttered shut. your pussy throbbed from the overstimulation, your entire feeling satisfied despite how worn out you were. in this moment, you felt cold leather draping over your bare body, euronymous’ jacket. clyde lit the small candle on the bedside table with his lighter to keep you warm, jack took one of the hair ties on his wrist and pulled your hair out of your face, putting it into a pretty ponytail, tyler pulled a pink lollipop out of his pocket, putting it in your gentle grip. and kappa’s contribution was a soft kiss on the cheek.

they left you in the cool, drafty room, leaving you with an aching body but a very fulfilled heart.

(little drawing of the position yall are in.)

author's note: writing gangbangs is so hard but I love a challenge!

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

🌻🌿 rory culkin kinktober masterlist 2024 🌿🌻

a/n: whoooo! since this was highly requested, I'm going to be doing the rory kinktober this year! 🤭 I'm going to be starting tomorrow, and try and catch up on the missed days!

Requests for one shots would be appreciated, if there's any particular characters you'd like to see with a specific prompt!! Enjoy pookies 🫶

1. Soft Dom/ Sub with Ollie Sway

2. Choking with Kappa

3. Knife Kink with Euronymous

4. Thigh Riding with Mike

5. Overstimulation with Danny Cooper

6. Mutual Masturbation with Clyde

7. Breeding with Samuel Lafferty

8. Orgasm Denial with Jack Thurlow

9. Exhibitionism with Kappa

10. Costumes with Charlie Walker

11. Cockwarming with Clay Roach

12. Blowjob with Possum

13. Aftercare with Gabriel

14. Pillow Humping with Samuel Lafferty

15. Corruption Kink with Euronymous

16. Body Worship with Danny Cooper

17. Filming with Charlie Walker

18. Praise Kink with Gabriel

19. Degradation with Jack Thurlow

20. Hair Pulling with Marcus

21. Premature Ejaculation with Ollie Sway

22. Somnophilia with Kappa

23. Fingering with Possum

24. Mirror Sex with Clyde

25. Size Kink with Mike

26. Lap Dance with Euronymous

27. Phone Sex with Jack Thurlow

28. Spanking with Samuel Lafferty

29. Squirting with Clay Roach

30. Begging with Marcus

31. Happy Halloween Surprise

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~Rory Culkin's Character - Masterlist~

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Scream 4-Charlie Walker

°Forced move -> fem reader, dark themes, obsession, kissing, making out, yandere behaviour

°Perv!Charlie Walker headcanon->fem reader, perverted behavior, yandere, obsession, clueless reader

°Perv!Charlie Walker headcanon 2->fem reader, obsession, touching without consent, drugging, kidnapping

°Perv!Charlie Walker headcanon 3->fem reader, somnophilia, masturabtion, obsession

°Perv!Charlie Walker headcanon4->fem reader, angst, hurt/comfort, knife play, touching without consent, obsession

°7-Minutes in Heaven with Charlie Walker->fem reader, fluff, kissing, friends to lovers, making out

°Tear you apart->gn reader, murder, blood, obsession, mutual love, kissing, angst

°Heady biscuits->fem reader, weed, fluff, comfort, implied smut

°Charlie Walker in a relationship->fem reader, sfw/nsfw

°Unspoken words->fem reader, angst, emotional, hurt/comfort, kiss, blood, wounds

°NSFW Alphabet-Charlie Walker

°Fluff Alphabet-Charlie Walker

°In Love with you->fem reader, smut, sub Charlie

°Charlie Walker - Sinner in the store->fem reader, heavy smutish, kissing, handjob

°Charlie Walker - Something new to wear->fem reader, fluff

°The nurse and the nerd->fem reader, smut (handjob), some fluff

I'm gonna miss this place->fem reader, fluff, comfort, kiss

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Lords of Chaos 2018-Euronymous

°Flower in hell->fem reader, fluff, tiny hurt, comfort, no use of Y/n

°Music, beer and touch->fem reader, fluff, kissing, making out

°NSFW Alphabet-Euronymous

°Princess and the Vampire->fem reader, big fluff

°Fluff Alphabet - Euronymous

°All the best in pink (sequel to Princess and the Vanpire)->fem reader, fluff

°Eyes on you in the short skirt->fem reader, tiny fluff, making out, kissing

°Guitar and bands->fem reader, fluff

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Under The Banner of Heaven-Samuel Lafferty

°His will->fem reader, fluff, smutish, making out

°His doings->fem reader, smut, fluff

°Strawberry field->fem reader, fluff

°Baking without god->male reader, fluff, cuddling

°I'm your god->fem reader, hurt, smut, non-con, religion, abuse

°Broken will->fem reader, hurt, emotional, smut

°It was his will->fem reader, smutish, religion abuse

°Rough Samuel Lafferty->afab, smut, kinda public

°Hidden relationship->smut

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Black mirror - Kappa

°My flower->fem reader, flirting, fluff, kiss

°My natural drug (Sequel to My flower)->fem reader, smut, fluff, shibari

°My Goddess->fem reader, smut, sub!Kappa/dom!femreader, bondage, humiliation, mommy kink, handcuffs, sm

°Brighten up the flowers->prequel to My Goddess (but can be read as a stand alone), sub!Kappa/dom!femreader, smut, chocking, mommy kink

°Wake Up-> fem reader (afab), smut, somnophilia, kissing, knife play, blood kink, druged sex, dark theme

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Bullet Head - Gage

°My broken Angel - fem!reader, smutish, kissing, blood, hurt/comfort, emotional, use of drugs (heroin)

°From now on you are mine - Part.1

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Swarm - Marcus

°Pervert Marcus

°Stalker Marcus

°Valentine's Day with Marcus

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[ultr6violnce]

ִ ࣪𖤐 nsfw kappa

DRABBLES ִ ࣪𖤐

note: not much to say rlly but i hope u guys like this erm cuz it's ab to be nasty ☺️☺️ !!

imagining kappa with a dacryphillia kink. like he's just pounding into ya whilst tears soak ur cheeks n' ur sobbing into ur pillow as he gets deeper and rougher , giving your ass / tits a few hard slaps before wrapping his hand around your throat. the biggest grin would be spread across his lips as he just ruthlessly pounds you n' watches you cry like a baby. "tha's it baby , cry for me." he'd coo as he'd bring his hand up to ur face and would squish ur cheeks together as you sob just to mock you. his fingers smearing the tears and smudged up mascara around your face to make you look like an either bigger mess for him.

kappa who stalks you. he'd linger outside ur house for days just watching u from that hippie van he drove around everywhere. he'd watch you as you'd change , you'd sometimes accidently leave ur curtains open slightly and have the light on as you'd strip yourself into something more comfy. n' he'd just sit in his face watching you , sometimes even stroking his cock in his pants as he watches you. he'd even sometimes go to the extent of breaking into ur house whilst you didn't even know. he'd be as quiet as a mouse as you slept. all the lights would be off as he'd silently walk around your house and eventually up to ur room n' he'd set up cameras just so whenever he gets the urge to touch himself or he's just back on his stalking frenzy he can see what you're doing. he'd be such a filthy perv for u and u wouldn't even know it.

kappa being jack's brother n' the two of them sharing you. both of them taking turns on you to abuse your fucked out hole. both of them were complete perv's when it came to sex. n' they just had to have you. if you were lucky maybe you'd get spit roasted between the two of them. maybe jack behind you just fucking ur brains out whilst kappa sits on his knees infront of you as you slobber all over his cock. drool dripping down to kappa's balls whilst jack's balls constantly slapped against ur puffed up clit whilst some of his cum just drips out of you , making a huge mess on the bed whilst u continued to work your mouth over kappa's cock.

kappa who uses you as his own personal camgirl/boy. filming you with a camera as he sits back in a chair , manspreading , one hand stuffed in his pants as he toys around with his cock as he makes you fuck yourself infront of him as he records you. fem!reader: he'd have you spread out infront of him as you buried your fingers inside yourself , moans spilling from your lips as you watched him stroke his cock whilst you fucked yourself with your fingers , almost deep enough you could squirt. his camera following every single movement you made. male!reader: he'd have you the same except he'd have you stroke your cock for him. he'd just love watching his needy boy so eager to put a show on for him. sometimes he'd even have you sit yourself on a dildo and just fuck your ass. just stroking his cock n' sometimes rubbing over the tip as grunts spilled from his lips n' loud needy whimpers left ur own.

kappa with a somniphillia kink. you'd be just sleeping so peacefully , before he'd just start sliding his cock inside you. his fingers holding ur panties to the side and he'd just slowly fuck into you. he hated been so slow he wouldn't wake you. he just loved being rough n' tossing you around but obviously he couldn't do that whilst u slept so he'd just slowly fuck up into you , holding one of ur legs up as he fucked into u deeply from the side. small little grunts spilling from his lips before he'd just eventually empty his balls inside you.

a/n: this isn't very long but it's all i got for now , i might add to it or js make another one when i get more ideas n' stuff!! but for now i hope u like this n' i hope it's somewhat good for now <3

[cum-a-calla]

you ever buy weed from a hot, deranged, psychopathic cult leader? no? well, sugar, do ya want to?

under the cut: Kappa/“reader”. coercion/dubcon/noncon. drugs. drugged fuck. knifeplay and blood kink. religious/cultlike ideologies. possessive Kappa. a general air of manipulation and abuse. wet, absolutely unhinged, hard fucking.

“Well, well - what brings you here?”

Kappa hangs in the doorway, resting his head on the frame as he peeks out from behind the door. He’s in the same thing he wore the last time you saw him, some flowy, open-necked bohemian top, so threadbare and worn that there are patches you can see through. He smiles his lopsided little smile and opens the door further, eyes dark and bloodshot. Trying to guess what Kappa might be fucked up on at this very moment is just as fruitless as buying a lottery ticket - the chance of getting it right is comically low.

“I need to… you know, pick up. And my usual guy is out of town, so… I know sometimes you have stuff,” she says, glancing around as if they aren’t on his wide, dusty property. Somewhere off in the yard, one of his strange friends plays fetch with a very filthy, very enthusiastic dog, tongue lolling from its grinning muzzle as it chases a frisbee and proceeds to shake it from side to side.

“Gunna have to be more specific than that, my dear. Kappa has it all.”

God, right - she’d forgotten about the third-person bullshit. She smiles flatly at him and mimes smoking a bowl, to which he laughs a little and moves to the side.

“Well, who doesn’t have that, right? Nature’s medicine. Come on in, don’t wanna let all the cool air out.”

She follows him into the dim, ramshackle home. Random furniture and cluttered countertops, sinks full of dishes with a couple flies buzzing lazily around them, hoping for lunch. The house is dark; most of the light comes in through the crooked slats of the blinds, drawn shut but damaged enough that the sunlight filters through in blazing shafts, illuminating all the dust in the air. Two woman doze off on each other, half naked and intertwined on the couch. One opens her eyes, takes in their guest, and allows them to flutter back shut in her lack of any real interest.

“This is Theta, Sigma… I think you remember them? We’ve met a few times. Girls, why don’t you go lie in the back room so that my… new friend, here… can have a seat.”

Theta and Sigma stir, but mumble and whine about Kappa’s request. He raises his eyebrows and purses his lips for a moment, hands on his hips.

“… are you going to make Kappa ask again?”

He looks like a parent preparing to lay down a punishment. His voice is even and low, something about its quality shifting the air in the room. Their eyes pop open and it’s like neither of them had been sleeping at all. Alert and obedient, they rise up while holding each others’ hands and scurry past him, squeaking apologies. Kappa watches until they’re out of sight, the sound of a door shutting breaking him of his sternness. He smiles again and everything feels even more disturbing, somehow. The switch. He holds a hand out to her and takes it gingerly into his own. He brushes his lips against her knuckles in a chaste kiss, watching her with his deep-set eyes.

“Sorry about that. They got a little fucked up and forgot their manners, it seems.”

“It’s… fine, it’s fine. No big deal.”

“Go on. Sit with me.”

Lowering to the couch feels like a death sentence in some unexplainable way. It’s not unlike any other experience buying weed from the various small-time dealers in the area - dirty house, wasted buddies sleeping off a hangover, weird dudes that just want to have a chat while they sell their goods. Despite this, there’s a vibe here she can’t place. Something that makes the tiny hairs on her arms stand up, something off. She’s already anxious to leave, watching Kappa lift the top to the coffee table to reveal a hidden compartment inside. It reminds her of a much nicer version her grandparents have. She guesses confidently that their isn’t stuffed with different sized bags of weed and little jars full of dried mushrooms, of various pressed pills and powders.

Beside these goodies is a handgun and a hunting knife.

“So - what will do ya? A dub, a quarter? An ounce? We’ve got some serious couch-lock shit all the way from the U-Dub, uh… we’ve got a great Californian purp. Sort of a mid strain from Maine; yeah, real gentle stuff, in case you have a hard time handling yourself.” He smiles and leans back, reaching an arm behind her shoulders as he settles in. He offers her a little wink. “I’ll take care’a ya.”

“I mean… I’m don’t need a ton, it’s just for me. Maybe the Cali stuff, just, like… an eighth is fine.”

“You wanna try before you buy?”

Textbook pickup manners dictate the sharing of the weed, so share she does. His ensuing grin shows his teeth, eagerly packing a scratched-up metal pipe with a frosty, dark bowl. He’s not kidding about quality; his home may not be kept neat, but she has zero doubts about his ability to afford the property. He must make bank. She wonders idly about his roommates and friends as she allows him to push the pipe to her lips, lighting the bowl for her. A true gentleman.

“They say weed’s a doorway; that may be true, but not in the way I see it. Smoking weed didn’t lead me to, say, coke - I tried coke before ever smoking, actually. Smoking, and surrendering to something that’s been around as long as man has walked the earth, I mean… it’s meant for us to consume. You know?”

She nods as he takes his pause, hitting the pipe himself until his chest is puffed out and he’s snorting back the urge to cough.

“Yeah, man. I agree.” Placid, easy. “Weed’s rad.”

Kappa exhales through his nostrils, thick streams of it curling to frame his face, tendrils of it sneaking from between his lips as he smiles in agreement.

“It is rad,” he amends with amusement.

It’s hard to look away from his mouth. His mannerisms and friends are off-putting, and she hasn’t made any significant effort to be around any of them in any given social situation outside of attending the same parties, once or twice on this very property. A polite greeting, a loose comment here or there. All of this to say that she had never noticed just how shapely his lips are, how the way he smirks ignites a curious little spark in her guts.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she says quickly, and she has no choice but to suffer that knowing smirk as he once again lights her up. It’s already taking effect and doing its intended job - she feels that she could relax back into the couch and let Kappa gaze at her for longer than she’d ever wanted him to, suddenly open to this experience. His hair hangs around his face, tangled and wild and wavy. His knuckles are chapped, fingers slim as they bring the little pipe back to his own lips. He is unblinking as he watches her over the flame, over the burning little leaves.

“You seem a little more relaxed. Seemed a little off just a few minutes ago. Nerves? Are you… you wouldn’t be scared of your buddy Kappa, would you, sweetheart?”

“Not scared,” she says carefully. She shifts a little in her seat and bites the inside of her cheek. “How would you know what I’m like, anyway?”

“Human interaction is a wonderful, complex thing. The energy we give off, the smells, the sounds, the animal magnetism. Animals - that is to say, living, natural beings, blood in veins and flesh on our bones - they can sense these things naturally. I’m very intuitive. Very sensitive. It’s my gift. It’s why I feel so strongly about experiencing new things, about… sometimes teaching other people the beauty of life, of living, of taking back what’s ours. Owning what’s ours.”

“You’re losing me, Kappa,” she teases. “I might need to smoke a little more before I’m on your level.”

“You understand my basic point. I know you’re a smart girl. Open-hearted. You know, you’d really get along with us - Sigma, Theta, Epsilon. That’s who you saw outside, with the pup - Epsilon.”

“What’s with the names?”

“Mmm.” He takes another hit and finally gives her a reprieve from his intensive gaze, eyes practically burning through her flesh. Deep-set eyes. Bedroom eyes. Smoke streaming from his lungs, he nods at himself. “Well. There’s a power in identity. I, as a living being, have the inherent right to choose my path. I give and take and protect the sanctity of natural life and the furthering of that natural life. Part of my process is choosing my own name. I was given my birth-name, and eventually took a new name for myself. Nature is fickle, breakable. Give. Take. Like life. Life is given, life is taken.”

“Getting pretty deep in here.”

“That’s my pleasure as well as my duty as a man,” he muses, licking his lips. “Getting really deep. Planting seeds.”

The urge to scoff, to laugh and look away, to haul her way into a distraction, another conversation, something, knocks her on her proverbial ass. It’s all she can do to pretend she isn’t turning red. It would be easy to blame the heat, to blame the smoke… but he’d see right through that. For all of Kappa’s philosophical ranting, he’s right about his perception of others. She can feel him reading her, studying her like she’s a specimen in some laboratory.

He follows her movement as she ducks her head down, leaning forward to force her eye contact. His lips purse a little and he licks them again, his fingers crawling over her thigh to squeeze. Again, the urge to brush or even slap his hand away is at the forefront, but she doesn’t. She sheepishly meets his eye, ashamed of her own discomfort, her own utter excitement.

“Darlin’ - there is nothing wrong or immoral about these… urges, our collective responsibility as a species. Animals are meant to breed. It’s all in the blood. We’re not - we’re not machines, we’re not meant to be cold, lifeless. Purposeless. The whole fucking thing - the entire idea of these replicants, of playing God and mocking mother nature, it’s… it’s disgusting. But this - us? This is the most natural thing there is.”

In his impassioned speech, Kappa leans closer and closer, hand creeping higher on her thigh. The graceful, long line of his nose is so close she could lick the tip of it. He tilts his head and only then does he break eye contact, watching her lips. His eyes flicker between them and her eyes, pupils wide. It’s hypnotizing, the low purr of his voice floating over the warm afternoon air to caress her ears.

“Kappa…” she can barely breathe. “I - I should… this is -”

“Hey.” Kappa is murmuring, voice soft, but the underlying authority shuts her up. Out of the corner of her eye, she watches with dread as he casually takes the hunting knife into his hand. “Listen, sugar. You have a choice to make. In a second, I could get Epsilon in here and he would be more than happy to hold you down while I show you the meaning of life firsthand. I can make it very, very unforgettable for you… and you have to choose whether that’s gunna be a good thing or a bad thing. If I have to interrupt Epsilon’s time with this task, I’m afraid that’s going to make everyone upset, and that would be very bad for you. Are you hearing me, sweetheart?”

“Yes…yeah, I hear you.”

“What I really think is that you’re tethered by the morals of society. You’re stuck in a prison of the mind, you’ve been poisoned. ‘Sex is evil, trust in technology, evolve, evolve, evolve’. There’s nothing wrong with the way things have been for thousands upon thousands of years; villages of people looking out for each other and keeping the natural balance and order. It’s up to us to restore that order.”

He slowly moves in, attention flickering between her lips and her eyes. Her heart beats so hard she can feel each thump in her ears, in the tip of her nose… between her thighs. It throbs secret and hot there, his hand inching closer by the second. He’s captivating - batshit crazy, but charming in a strange way that keeps her rooted to the spot despite the alarm going off in her brain. She should leave. She should just back away and get to the door - her car’s right outside.

… but she doesn’t. She drinks in his mean little self-satisfied smirk just before he kisses her. His lips are surprisingly soft, his kiss gentle and slow. It almost makes her forget about the knife in his hand. He snakes his hand around the back of her neck and holds her firmly there, knotting those slim fingers into her hair. It hurts as he curls them into a fist. He swallows the surprised little whimper she makes, moaning in return as he becomes more aggressive, her lip between his teeth.

“Now - I’m not in the business of indecency with non-human entities. I’m sure you’re a natural being, but… my convictions are strong, and I need to be a hundred percent sure. Okay?”

“Wait, Kappa… wait. What do you mean?”

“Gotta make sure you’re not one of them. I need you to be real good for me and take off your pants.”

Kappa runs the tip of his knife lightly up her thigh, tickling her with it. He traces it up the seam, breath picking up the closer he gets to her cunt. His lips are plush, kiss-bruised and parted as he stares down at the knife. His excitement permeates everything around them, the air thick with it, his eyes wide and bright and his chest practically heaving. She should have run. She should have run before he had his hand in her hair, a knife tracing her inner thighs. He looks absolutely hungry. He looks up from under those lashes and searches her expression, taking in every detail as though memorizing her terror, tattooing it permanently into his mind for later use.

“I don’t wanna hurt you more than I already have to. And I can’t have you running,” he murmurs. His voice so low, wavering a little as adrenaline rushes through his veins. They cord his forearms, his strong hands. She can see his rapid butterfly pulse in his throat. “Make this easy on yourself, darlin’. Faster you listen, the faster I can make you feel good.”

He uncurls his fingers, allowing her space to do as he asks. Still he hovers, knife ever present and threatening. His eyes are manic, sliding over each new inch of exposed flesh as she unbuttons and pushes her pants, her panties down her hips, off her legs in a few clumsy kicks. With the knife, he motions at her shirt - up, up.

“Kappa…”

“I could do it for you, if you like. But what I’m not gunna do is ask twice… this is your last warning.”

In contrast to his soft, smooth voice is the undercurrent of malice. Self-assured. Not a hint of doubt in his mind, focused on his intentions and making zero room for failure or disobedience. There’s a sense of authority, of somebody well accustomed to being followed without question. He reaches into the table to fish a small glass vial out, flicking the cork loose with his thumb before he sprinkles a generous line on the dull edge of his knife. He snorts it off and gasps a little, shaking his head, wiping the white off his nostril. He hums with pleasure and does another, much smaller line, before offering her one of her own.

“I’ve never done anything like that,” she says quietly.

“I look forward to the pleasure of opening you up to all kinds of new things.”

He nods encouragingly, as if to say, bottoms up. Like feeding a child medicine, like convincing somebody to drink poison. She pleads with him for a moment with her eyes and he pets her thigh, squeezes softly. He sets his jaw and waits, unwavering. She does as asked - what choice does she have with a knife in her face? - and snorts the baby line, wincing at the way it burns fire up into her sinuses. She paws at her nose like an animal, rubbing it, wiping it to relieve the discomfort.

“It fucking burns, fuck.”

“Yeah, that will happen. You get used to it with time. Now - come on, let’s… get this…”

Trailing off, he guides her to straighten up so he can peel the shirt off her body. Defeated, she raises her arms and allows him to pull it over her head, immediately crossing them over her body once liberated of her top. He clucks his tongue and pries her arms open, taking all of her in. Every curve, every dimple, every freckle, every detail. He wastes no time in pulling her bra off the same way, and her face burns with shame as she squeezes her eyes shut.

He angles her chin with his fingers, cooing down at her to look at him, open her eyes. She does as requested and he smiles tenderly down at her.

“I promise this will only hurt a little bit. But I have to do it. It’s my will and duty to do it,” he says, and there’s a feeling in the back of her mind that he’s convincing the both of them. The thing she can’t deny about his manic, lidded eyes, the way his mouth is set in a triumphant smirk, is that it’s utterly intoxicating. He’s beautiful in some strange way. The tension in the air is thick and palpable. Suffocating.

He turns his attentions to her thighs and draws in a shaky little breath. Without ceremony, without warning or preparation, he turns the knife and draws it efficiently in a line on her inner thigh. Blood beads up almost immediately and the skin splits open as though blooming, a red, dripping little mouth. The pain is immediate and she cries out, afraid to move but unable to recoil from it. He holds her thigh down, making a sound that could have been him clearing his throat or a grunt of pleasure.

“Oh, there you are. There you are. Natural as ever.” His voice goes low, hoarse, and he presses the heel of his palm against his hardening cock. “A real woman, flesh and blood and sinew. A real woman for a real man.”

He does it again, draws the knife in a quick, shallow slash, and then again, again. Most of them aren’t as deep as the first - most of them don’t yawn open and reveal the layer of flesh underneath, but they all run blood down her inner thighs, soaking dark little spots into the cushion of his old couch. He pants until he’s practically hyperventilating, and brings the blade up to his mouth. Closing his eyes, he savors licking it clean, moaning, pulling at his shirt until he tosses the weapon back into the table’s compartment and yanks it off. The body underneath is long, milky pale.

“The taste of you - I need more of you.” He hooks his hands underneath her knees and yanks, pulling her down and spreading her legs open. He kisses her abused inner thighs, ignoring her fingers tugging into his hair as she pleads softly for him to stop, to be gentle. He runs his tongue over them, pushes inside of the deepest wound just a little, just enough for her to grit her teeth against a scream, to trap it back in her throat. “That’s it. There’s a good girl. You let Kappa take care of you, let me show you - fuck, I want all of you. Every single bit, mine.”

His flushed face is smeared with red, lips wet with it as he licks them. Her blood is on his teeth as he grins, wolfish, kissing up and up and up until he presses a soft kiss against the lips of her cunt. He drags his tongue between them, slow. Calculated.

“Kappa.”

“Tell me how much you want it. Tell me you want me to taste your blood, your cum. Tell me you’ll give me everything.”

He goes back to work, awaiting her response with all the patience of somebody used to a little insolence. It takes time to break a new one in, right? And she’s so very shiny and new, a challenge. A territory to conquer and claim, all this soft, generous flesh, all this clean mind to furrow into and spread like a disease.

“I… I want… you, I want you.”

Kappa moans and the vibrations against her send her into a new realm of pleasure. Something rhythmic, quick, powerful - whatever he gave her is slowly worming its way into her bloodstream, into her brain, making everything soft and hard all at once. Electric. Vibrant. Time both stops and speeds by, sweat beading at her hairline as she writhes under his mouth, under the sensation of his fingernails catching into a fresh wound. It all boils down to some horrible base sensation. All of it has her grimacing in pleasure - there are a hundred reasons she shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this, the bright red alarms in her body screaming for her to GET UP, LEAVE, RUN, STOP, STOP, ESCAPE ESCAPEESCAPEESCAPE—

And she lay anyway, the circle of her overstimulated thoughts coming back again to Kappa’s mouth, his tongue and lips and fingers and teeth, his body the color of moonlight even though she knows the sun is blazing hot and sticky outside. Girls trapped in a room. Her trapped on the couch. Kappa trained expertly on her clit, lapping, moaning, drooling. Something about all this must make sense, it all comes together, somehow - but exactly how eludes her. She’ll remember later, maybe. She’s responsible, dependable. Smart. Maybe this is why Kappa likes her so much. Maybe he has something to share, maybe what he’s saying makes a little sense. Maybe. Maybe, maybe. The only truth is the way he eats her alive, the way he clings to her thighs and moans into her cunt like he can’t live without tasting her another second.

“Kappa,” she gasps. “I’m gunna cum.”

Kappa lifts his face and wipes this chin on the back of his hand, pupils eating into the ocean of his bright irises. It’s like a perfect eclipse. There’s something there, something in the meaning of it all; she feels on the cusp on something important, life-changing. Kappa stares so deeply into her that she can feel him reaching down into her heart, into her fucking guts, into the core of her. Squeezing. Knowing. Exploring. Everything is heightened, everything feels like some kind of milestone; how could she have missed any of this before? How did she never notice the way his hair falls into his eyes? How did she miss the exact curve of his cupid’s bow, of the way his throat curves into the cradle of his collarbones?

“I know,” he says softly. He breaks his gaze to pull his trousers down - they’re so thin, the material. He unties the front and pulls them down his slim hips, cock bouncing out, and she has to hold her breath. He’s thicker than expected. He gives her a knowing look, again, constantly - he seems to pick up so much. Doesn’t he? Is this - is this her own mind? How did she not see how he sparkled before, how smooth his skin is? How good he feels even breathing against her?

What did he make her take? And how can she feel so much, and can she feel more, can she do this more often?

Kappa smiles, and it’s so kind. He strokes her cheek with his thumb like he hasn’t drugged her, cut her open, forced her into her current position. He smiles like he’s proud, like he’s glowing and the only thing in the world, and he is. He is the only thing in the world. She marvels up at him and waits for him to speak. He must be accustomed to this. He takes his cock into his own hand and strokes lazily, rubbing himself against her, up, down.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers. He lines himself up to plunge into her, and she can’t help but match his breath - panting, desperate. Sweating. He licks whatever tears remain on her face - she’d forgotten they were there. Tears, sweat, blood, cum - what’s the difference? “Oh, little lamb. Don’t worry. Kappa will take care of you.”

He thrusts into her with all the softness of a battering ram. He’s balls-deep before she can even utter the first shriek, high-pitched and whining. He breathes it in, leans down to seal his lips against hers again before they’re both taking in each other’s moans, melting together with each vicious thrust. He pounds into her, hands unable to decide what to do - to grab her by the face, to dig his fingers into her plush, aching thighs, to run them up over her chest to fondle her there. He slows his pace only to lean down and pay attention to her nipples, his tongue and lips and the threat of his teeth.

“Touch yourself.”

There’s no argument - there are barely any coherent words left inside of her. Everything is pushed out and filled by Kappa, his cock, his words. His drugs.

She reaches between her thighs and he slows his pace, the roll of his hips delicious. His hair hangs down and tickles her face. She can do nothing but rub at her clit and stare up at him, and he beams down at her, smirking. The sharp angles of his face, the traces of her own blood still present on his lips. Sweat, pulse, flesh, blood.

“You gunna cum for me, sugar? Can feel it - can feel your tight little cunt squeezing against me. Is - oh, is that the spot?” He settles into a new rhythm, the head of his cock dragging over and over the same hyper-sensitive nerves inside of her. Her breath hitches and she’s practically sobbing, begging him, nodding when words fail. Her fingers are so wet. The sounds their bodies make together seems deafening - her fingers making hurried circles around her clit, his cock relentless in filling her slippery pussy. Her whining, his soothing voice as he builds her closer and closer. It’s painful, it’s passionate. She could die right here. He could plunge that knife into her throat and she’d still cum for him.

“Kappa. Kappa, I’m so close, I’m sooo close.” Pathetic. Mewling. She hyperventilates and her body shakes underneath him, like she might come apart. His eyes are so bright. He’s so focused.

“I know. I know,” he says. “Tell Kappa what you need.”

“I - I need - I need you, I need you. Please.”

“I’m right here. You’re doing so well, look at you - trembling. Gunna cry for me? Go on - cry for me. I want all of you.”

She hadn’t realized the tears building until he brought it to her attention. As if on cue, as though her body has decided that Kappa’s word is as good as truth, they spill over her lashes and track down her cheekbones, and she’s sniffling, soft little gasps and whines as he leans down to trace those tracks with his tongue. He moans, breath hot against her face. He kisses her wet eyelids before kissing her mouth, and the feeling of those shapely lips pushes her past the edge. Every muscle in her body tightens to its limit and she’s cumming for him, finding her voice after all that pitiful whining as she moans and sinks her nails into his back.

“There. There you go, good girl, good girl, fuck! You’re so good for me.”

His pace picks up and loses its poetic, slow grind, and he’s grunting and growling like a beast, like he aims to fuck her in half. Their bodies slap together and she’s seeing stars behind her eyes, crying out when he bites at her throat and sucks her flesh between his teeth. An animal playing with its dinner. In a matter of minutes, he’s stiffening up, pace stuttering to a few deep, mean thrusts as he empties into her. There’s a part of her that thinks she can feel it, his seed hitting the tender curve of her cervix and coating her from the inside.

There’s a shared pause in which they catch their breath. He idly fondles her tits as he comes down from the thrill, careful with her. The mischievous spark is still in his eyes, but they’re softer, too. Subdued.

They re-dress in silence. She catches him staring at the cuts on her thighs as she grabs her pants, her shirt.

“I should - I should probably get these fixed up,” she mumbles. In the comedown of their act, the fear returns in a cold trickle down her spine. Her heart never slowed down - where it was hammering in the cage of her chest for what he was doing to her moments before, it now beats for what he might still do to her if she remains. She feels like an alien, realizing for the first time that she’s done something she cannot undo in a territory that isn’t her own. Unsafe. Targeted. She’s a fucking idiot - how did this happen? Her mind races with trepidation, with the drugs still coursing through her heart in the thick, viscous blood there. There’s a thought, a mental picture of him with his hands buried elbow-deep beneath her ribs, naked body smeared with blood as he prizes his fingers around her heart to pull it out. The things he would do.

“Don’t,” he says simply. He pulls his trousers up and ties them. “I want to see them next time. Want ‘em to scar up nice. No ointment, no bandages.”

“What? Wait - next time?”

Kappa flashes a grin as he straightens up, shirtless and flushed. There are red marks where she’d dug her fingers into him, on his chest, on his back.

“You don’t think you can stay away from Kappa, do you?” He narrows his eyes and shakes his head a little, wagging his finger at her like a bad pet. “You know better than that, my dear.”

The fabric of her pants scrapes against her wounds and she has to wince. The sharp, prickling pain of them is intense, throbbing. Kappa’s territory. She almost forgets to grab her bag as she fishes some bills from her purse, tucking the weed into a pocket and tossing the money to the table.

“Thanks for the… uh. Thanks. It was…” she struggles to find the words. He stalks slowly up to her, and she wants to both back away and kiss him all at once. “It was - enlightening.”

“Right. Very,” he agrees, clearly amused.

“Well, I - I’ll see you around, Kappa.”

He leads her to the door and winks at her, like sharing a secret. Across the yard, Epsilon has stopped playing with the dog. He sits in a patch of dry yellow grass and smokes a cigarette, eyeing them from a distance with interest. Kappa glances at him and back at her, taking all of her in as his eyes trace the line of her body, lewd, hungry again. He tongues the edge of a tooth and watches her fixate on his tongue, clearly pleased with himself.

“You certainly will.”

[p1nkprincess444]

𖤣.𖥧.⚘.𖡼 ᴋᴀᴘᴘᴀ {ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ} ɴsғᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ 𖡼.⚘.𖥧.𖤣

ꔫ I want to devour him whole ꔫ

word count: 1,613

contents: 18+

A = After care (What they’re like after sex)

 ꔫ Kappa isn’t too keen on aftercare unless he went especially rough on you, then he might hold you for a while and clean you off while telling you how good you were for him. 

B = Body part (Their favorite Body part of yours) 

ꔫ  Kappa loves your thighs, he loves anything to do with them. He loves how they squeeze his head when he’s giving you head, and the way they squeeze together when he’s whispering filthy things in your ear.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

ꔫ Fem! Kappa loves to overstimulate you until you squirt all over his hand. He knows it makes you embarrassed and that makes him love it more watching as your cheeks flush pink as you apologize for the mess.

ꔫ Masc! He loves watching his cum drip from your ass as he takes his fingers and fucks it back into you. He tells you what a good boy you are as he strokes your cock while pushing his cum back into you.

D = Dirty Secret

ꔫ Kappa loves when other members of the cult walk in on him fucking you. He wants them to know that you're his and nobody else’s as he slams into you making filthy noises leave your lips. 

E = Experience (How experienced they are)

ꔫ Kappa is very experienced, not only has he fucked pretty much every girl he’s met but he’s a quick learner. He’s made sure to pay attention and watch your reactions as he touches you taking in every small whimper or loud moan that escapes your mouth. 

F = Favorite position 

ꔫ Fem! Kappa has tried basically every position there is to try but his favorite is having you in his lap with his cock deep inside of you. He loves being able to take your tits in his mouth as he thrusts his cock up into you.

ꔫ Masc! Kappa loves pinning you against him with his hand wrapped around your throat as his hips slam up into yours. He’ll wrap his free hand around your cock making sure by the time he cums you’re practically begging him to stop.

G = Goofy (Are they serious or silly during the moment?)

ꔫ Kappa is rather serious in the moment, he’s more focused on his own pleasure and making you scream his name than making you giggle or laugh. On the rare occasion he is feeling less serious he’ll pepper your face and neck in kisses as he slowly thrusts into you.

H = Hair (How well groomed they are, and how do they want you)

ꔫ Kappa being a hippie has never shaved a day in his life he feels it’s “unnatural”. He wouldn’t mind if you shaved but would begin to encourage you not to when you joined the cult, he might even hide your razor.

I = Intimacy (How romantic they are in the moment)

ꔫ Kappa is romantic the first time you slept together especially if it’s your first time. He’d make sure to go slower and tell you how well you’re taking him as he thrusts his cock into you. After that he may be romantic on special occasions or anniversaries but otherwise he fucks you with reckless abandon. 

J = Jerking off 

ꔫ There are very few occasions when Kappa jerks off, he mainly relies on fucking you or any girl in the cult. When he has to jerk off though he looks at a picture of you the whole time moaning your name like a mantra. 

K = Kinks 

ꔫ His biggest kinks are knife play, choking, and gun play. He loves fucking you in missionary while choking you so he can watch your eyes roll back in your head as he slams into you. Kappa would never seriously hurt you with his knife but he loves slashing your skin just enough so small amounts of blood slide down your skin. His favorite above all is fucking you with his gun, he loves watching as you take the barrel inside you while moaning out his name. He’ll make you lick your cum off his gun as he jams it into your mouth

L = Locations

ꔫ Kappa will fuck you anywhere at anytime, he doesn’t care if people are around, if he wants you he’ll have you. He’d fuck you on the kitchen table while people were eating if you let him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

ꔫ Practically anything you do turns Kappa on. You could be bending over to grab a pot from a cupboard and before you can stand up he has you bent over the counter with your under down by your ankles.

N = No (Something they would NEVER do)

ꔫ Kappa would never be submissive. It’s not in his nature to let someone have control over him. He might let you on top of him when he’s fucking you, but as soon as you try to pin down his wrist or do anything to make him feel less dominant he’ll flip you onto your back and put you in your place.

O = Oral (Preference giving and receiving) 

ꔫ Kappa loves to watch your legs shake when he gives you head. He loves the way you try to push his head away and the way your thighs squeeze around his head when you cum. He’ll keep going till you're overstimulated and crying.

ꔫ Kappa loves watching you give him head. It makes him smile watching as you try to choke down his cock. He’ll push your head down on his cock as he watches you struggle to take him. If you start to gag or choke he’ll stroke your hair as he eases your head up and down whispering degrading things.

P = Pace (Are they rough or are they gentle and caring?)

ꔫ Kappa is rough with you 90% of the time, he loves to make you whimper and whine as he fucks you as fast as he can. The rare 10% of the time he’s gentle with you would be when you’re sleeping or too tired to contribute anything back. He’ll gently kiss your neck as he thrusts his cock in slowly and deep.

Q = Quickie

ꔫ Kappa is a sucker for quickies, if he catches you going into the bathroom he’ll have you pinned against the counter as he slams his cock into you. He loves risky quickies when he knows someone could walk in on you at any second but he doesn’t care as he thrusts his cock in and out of you.

R = Risk (Would they experiment?) 

ꔫ Kappa would experiment on you but he’d be damned to let you experiment on him.  He likes to see how far he can push you till you're a sobbing mess begging for him to stop. 

S = Stamina

ꔫ Kappa has a lot of stamina but he might need to take a few small breaks in between rounds. If by a miracle you were still horny by the time Kappa was beyond exhausted he’d make you touch yourself while he watched and tell you how fast or slow to touch yourself. 

T = Toys (Do they use toys on you or themselves?)

ꔫ Kappa would try everything out on you from a simple small pink vibrator to nipple clamps and a sex swing. He loves watching you whimper and squeal as he uses the different toys as you’re handcuffed to the bedpost. He however would rather be caught dead than let you use toys on him. He needs you to know your place and how is he supposed to do that when you’re treating him like your bitch?

U = Unfair (How much they tease you)

ꔫ Kappa is big on teasing, he wants you begging for him before he’s even inside of you. Kappa would tease you for almost an hour before he let you feel the head of his cock push into you. 

V = Volume (How loud are they?)

ꔫ Kappa isn’t necessarily quiet but he’s not screaming his head off. He’s definitely going to grunt and groan but other than that he’s relevantly silent. This however comes in handy when you two are having particularly risky sex.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

(sorry this one is so feminine o(╥﹏╥)o ) 

ꔫ Kappa loves the idea of getting you pregnant. He loves the thought of watching your stomach swell with his child. He tells you he’s gonna fuck you until you’re pregnant with his babies, and once you are he dotes on you every single minute of everyday. 

X = X-ray (How big are they?)

ꔫ I feel like we’re all on the same page with the fact Kappa is PACKING. That man easily has 8-9 inches. His cock definitely has veins running up and down his shaft. He is not circumcised either and he doesn’t shave ever. I could see his cock having a slight curve to it as well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

ꔫ Kappa’s sex drive is through the roof, that man is constantly horny. There are very few moments where kappa isn’t fucking you. He honestly doesn’t care if you’re on your period, half asleep, or trying to do chores he would fuck you no matter the time of day or circumstance. 

Zzz = (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

ꔫ Kappa isn’t one to fall asleep right after it takes him a while, but in the meantime you’re fast asleep as he lays next to you. His softer side might show as you lay asleep next to him, he might stroke your hair or hold you against him while he rubs your back.

[angelsnkisses]

thinking about kappa with a particularly sensitive reader <3

600 followers in such a short amount of time is insane, thank you so much!! this is sort of random, but i also think it fits kappa pretty well, and i had sm fun writing it :3. not yet proofread 🫶

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

warnings: dom!kappa, sub!fem!reader, slapping, rough sex, mocking, degrading (slut, "hole", whore), dacryphilia, oral (fem receiving).

• sensitivity was never a recurring concern for kappa, so when he finds out you're more fragile than he is.. lord, you'll never catch a break. he loves how you twitch and jerk away at any unannounced touches, how you wince at the lightest of pinches or squeezes, how he can literally feel your skin threaten to give every time he sinks his teeth into your thighs, everything. it's such an incredibly insignificant detail about you, but it turns into his biggest ally when he needs to overpower you.

"what, did that hurt? seriously?"

• he would absolutely use it to his advantage, taking his time to carefully manipulate your keen sense of touch. he'd run his rough fingers across your skin while cooing harmless taunts at you, his lips tugging up at every delicate noise that falls from your bee-stung lips.

"already squirmin' around? i've barely touched you, sugar."

"be good for me, yeah? 'm gonna take care of you.."

• he'd tease you so much, putting you on the verge of tears without even touching you properly. he'd trace his fingers across your ribs, your waist, the curve of your thigh, right along where you need him most.. but never giving you any stimulation. at least, not until you earn it.

"such a greedy little whore, hm?"

"what do you want? use your words, darling."

• he's honestly so mean to you, always mocking or degrading you effortlessly. he's real rough with you, too, knowing damn well you like it even more than he does, even if you won't admit it. he savors every single noise that you make under him, cherishing how whiny and pathetic you sound. don't be surprised if he lands a heavy slap to the side of your face before taunting or scolding you cruelly.

"answer me like a good slut.. aw, none of that, i barely touched you."

"shh, i know what you need."

• you started crying? good, he loves it. he'll kiss away your pained tears to somewhat distract you from him stuffing his cock in your unprepared cunt, ignoring your pained groan. unless you say your safe word, he won't grant you any leniency. he'll fuck you mercilessly, all but using you to chase his own pleasure. he'll grab your jaw so tight (even leaving small marks at times) while he pounds into you, tilting his head just a bit while taking in your disheveled state.

"just a hole f'me, aren't you?"

"quit your whining, you can take it."

• if you catch him in a good mood, he'll utilize your sensitivity in different ways. some nights he'll do nothing but eat you out for hours, taking his time to make you feel so good. that doesn't mean he's not still unfair, because trust me, he is. he'll coax you to your first orgasm or two with faux graciousness, letting you think he'll go easy on you. as soon as you start to feel overstimulated, he'll force your thighs open and go down on you like a man starved, his nose bumping and pressing against your clit while he tongue-fucks you eagerly. he'll push you over the edge over and over until you're sobbing, and won't stop until he's pretty much drunk on your desire. he doesn't care how much you beg, unless that safeword is used you will not catch a break.

"stay still for me, i'm almost done."

"one more, i promise.."

• he'll let up eventually, and don't worry, he doesn't forget to take care of you afterwards. he'll get you whatever you need, do anything you ask, praise you and your performance.. pretty standard aftercare. if you look just a bit past his rough exterior, you'll quickly find that he also loves receiving aftercare. being told he felt good, that you knew he didn't truly mean his aggressive comments, general reassurance, that sort of thing. he especially loves letting you lay on his chest to play with his hair while he lazily rubs his hands up and down your bare back, eventually drifting off to take a nap with you.

***

A/N: me 🤝 abrupt endings

[ethical-cain-vinnel]

okay yall this is my first post so i apologize for the wonky formatting anywho this is what i think each Rory Culkin character would smell like inspired by a post from @icarus-star . (some characters do have x reader because thats all i read sorry not sorry🤭)

CHARLIE WALKER

okay so this dude is a loser (in the best way)

and losers love axe body spray

i think he always smells like he used an entire bottle of axe body spray each morning with a hint of old spice deodorant if hes feelin good

the real reason he uses so much i think though, is cause hes killed so much that he smells like blood no matter how many showers he takes

so his friends will tease him for it but he'll never stop using it

CHRIS KENTON

i think hes pretty aware of smells and is worried that he smells bad but he doesnt have a ton of money to spend

SO his solution is cheap cologne

dont get me wrong though, it smells nice. even comforting at times

sometimes he also smells like coffee (no reason as to why i think this, its just the vibe)

CLAY ROACH

ooooofff i love him but he STINKS

he smells like body odor, sweat, and sometimes other bodily fluids (ifykyk)

i think if/when he gets clean from all the drugs he does, he more so just smells like whatever deodorant he uses but its a very small hint of it

CLYDE

RAHHHHH I LOVE HIM

he uses sandalwood bodywash and matching shampoo and conditioner

but he also smells like weed

he smells heavenlyyyyyy

his deodorant is lavender old spice i take no criticism on this

DANNY COOPER

yall this man is a housewife

i dont think he really cared much about smelling good until he met you

now me PERSONALLY, i hate the smell of a lot of vanilla perfumes and stuff but he does smell like vanilla

but instead of vanilla perfumes, he smells like vanilla extract

or if he knows you guys will have a date that night, he ups his game and goes in with coconut coffee smelling stuff

EURONYMOUS

HE SMELLS SO BAD OMFG

this man smells like shit, piss, greasy hair, weed, alcohol, cigarettes, and every other BAD THING IN THIS WORLD

dont get me wrong babes i love rory's portrayal of him but LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME IM WRONG!!! YOU FUCKING CANT

bro does NOT wash his ass😭😭😭

GABRIEL

i think he doesnt really smell like anything honestly

sometimes hell put on cologne but usually he just smells like soap

if you have a signature perfume or cologne though, hell douse his clothes in it because it brings him comfort (AHHHH I LOVE HIM SM)

JACK THURLOW

this man right here🤭🤭🤭 i love this man

he is so stuck up and prissy i love it

he smells sophisticated

he smells like a mixture of cigarettes, bergamot, patchouli, and sweet amber

and then he pretends its what he naturally smells like and gets mad when other people dont smell as good as him

KAPPA

at first i was going to say he smells pretty similar to euro but i started thinking about it more and i have come to the conclusion that this is not correct and heres why

hes a cult leader. charming, handsome, manipulative, and welcoming

he has to show that hes the best of the best and one way he does that is by smelling good

he smells comforting. like a warm, home cooked meal that you havent had since you were a kid

and this makes people feel more relaxed and comfortable around him which he uses to his advantage

thats it for now i hope yall liked it!

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Schism

Summary: Combat boots :)

Pairing: Kappa x gn!Reader

Word Count: < 1k

Content Warnings: Degradation/Humiliation, It's Not BDSM With Them It's Consensual Violence, Petplay-ish, Allusions To Smut 18+!, Spit, Blood

A/N: This thing was prompted by this delightful post here! @chainsawgvtsfvck

Tagging: @starry-eyed-wild-child @blueberrypancakesworld

... sadly not Artie 🥲

@angelsanarchy Ash! Remember the screen caps you made for me last year? 🤩

Pure intention juxtaposed

Will set two lovers' souls in motion

Disintegrating as it goes

Testing our communication

- Schism By Tool

“Down.” A simple, brief command cutting through the atmosphere like an angled razor blade.

And before the last letter had bounced off the walls you went down on all fours like the obedient little lap dog you were and Kappa watched you, the expression on his face unmoved but a certain flicker in his half-lidded eyes gave him away; the pride he felt for having trained you so well glazing over his retina.

You put your cheek to the unloving concrete floor, cold cement against flushed skin.

“Now that's what I call a good mutt.” Kappa snarled, front teeth grazing over a slightly chapped bottom lip, flakey skin getting caught and torn off as the faint, metallic taste of blood slithered over a prodding tongue.

You remained silent, well aware and knowing that he preferred it that way. Don't talk unless you are being demanded to.

He titled his head and a strand of stringy black curls fell into his face like a tantalizing pendulum, fixating all your attention on him, unbothered by how he stepped towards you, the thick soles of wrinkly, worn out combat boots clinking against the floor.

“You just know that I like to make myself comfortable, don't you pet?”, You nodded, gaze transfixed on his face to read every little whim or change of mood immediately, “Yeah, you do.”

Your eyes didn't flutter shut as he raised his right foot, shoelaces dangling along your mouth before he pressed down harsh enough for your jaw to crunch, bone holding on to the socket for dear life - a little more and it would probably just slip out. Yet, you didn't wince or howl out, no, you took what was given to you and you took with gratefulness and decorum.

Kappa leaned down, eyeing you properly for a few breaths, testing if you'd break and beg him to stop applying so much pressure to your pretty face, sniffling that you'd make it up to him, apologizing and insisting that you'd blow him until your jaw went slack from that instead but this time you didn't, even as he tilted his ankle until your lips dropped agape, flesh being squished between cement and the bendable vinyl rubber of his boots. Not a single sound to be heard from your mouth. He felt himself getting hard just by thinking about your whimpered apologetic pleas.

“I'm in a benevolent mood today, pet.” Kappa commented on himself as he reduced the force on your jaw swiftly after, however, still keeping his boot firmly plastered to your cheek.

His eyes narrowed down in a pretentious play of concentration, slender fingers reaching for the bootstraps before he began tying them in meticulous artistry, hole for hole, looping the cords through before tightening them up. Saliva started trickling from the corner of your mouth and pulling around your cheek in a damp, tacky puddle.

“Look at how well you do that for me, mutt.” He truly was in a giving mood today, so much so that he adorned your face with a quickly reddening imprint of his sole, ridge for ridge welting up from brow down to your chin.

A barely even there, merely articulated Thank You slithered past your lips in a moment of complete subspace bliss as he was to turn away from you.

“Huh?” Kappa bellowed more than spoke, eyes widening and brows arching in distrust.

You stared at him, hoping that he would let it slip but there was no letting it pass of you failing on the last crucial meters to the finish line.

“The fuck was that, mutt? I know ‘m not hearing voices.” Teeth teared across his bottom lip anew, agitated and gnashing, wanting to sink into something.

Instead, in a literal knee jerk reaction, his leg kicked forward, the steel cap of his combat boots drilling into your ribcage; blunt force trauma inevitable and you whined out as the dull pain spread into thinner, more agonizing roots.

Your whole body twitched and jolted together, arms flailing to grab at your knees and pull them to your chest in an attempt to shield you from further assault.

“I'm sorry, sir. Please.” You sniffled between a snotty nose and an tearing eyes, not the physical pain but the emotional despair from your own failure pulling the wash of moisture from your tear ducts.

“Please what, bastard? HUH?”, In an erratic gesture, Kappa rolled his head from shoulder to shoulder, “Hou makin’ demands now?!”

You shook your head fervently, biting the very tip of your tongue to shut the fuck up.

“I better fucking hope so!” He snarled at you before his tongue pushed between bottom lip and a row of slightly crooked teeth, gathering an amalgamation of spit and blood before ejecting the milky pink mixture right into your face.

“This will have consequences.”

[miniisunshine]

It's here! My Kappa x new girl is out

Synopsis : Was he yours if he wanted me so bad

Warnings : AFAB ready, P in V, swearing, dubious consent?, dom Kappa, sort off humiliation kink

Being the new girl in an already established group is never easy, even harder when there's princess treatments for one, but boy oh boy were you determine to move that bitch and take her place sooner or later.

You've met Kappa for the first time in an alleyway; while you were trying to steal from a creepy guy, your plan failed miserably and you ended up trap inbetween him and a brick wall. Trying to escape from his strong grasp, delaying the horrible nightmares who would come next, you were lucky enough to be saved by the long black haired cult leader. Immediately hypnotised by his cold icy gaze, you didn't need to think one minute to accept his invitation to join his "human-robots killers group". I mean, you were already in the crime industry, what could go wrong?

Already head over heels for this man, you were greeted with a cold shower when you first met Kappa's favorite one : Theta. And she made it veeery clear to you that he was hers and she was his, like a prince to his princess.

But what she didn't know was, at night, the one she called "mine" was in your bed, carressing and kissing you, whispering sweet words into your ears as he fucked you until you couldn't see clear and you loved it, even though you still wanted to be more than just his midnight love.

So one night, as you were laying on his chest, drawing circles on his skin, you poured your heart out for Kappa.

"Are you gonna claim me as yours one day?"

"Why are you asking that Sugar?"

You sighed

"I'm tired of being your dirty little secret, i should be the one you show proudly, not Theta.."

"But i love you just like i love her, isn't that enough?"

"No it's not! And you clearly don't LOVE her if you keep coming in my bed every night! Stop lying with those words."

You almost screamed.

Shocked by your anger he got off the bed, raising his hand to slap you, but didn't, like a force prevented him from doing so. Without a word, he stormed out the room, leaving you crying quietly on your matress, deeply affected by his unequival feelings to you.

As the night goes by, sadness grew into anger and anger became vengance: let's see how long he could resist keeping you a secret to the rest of the group.

In the morning, you threw off the sluttiest nightgown you could find, parading in front of everybody, purposefully getting the attention of every man who would get an eyeful of your body.

Bending over to grab the milk in the fridge, your eyes met Kappa's furious gaze, as you slowly poured the liquid in a glass. Because Theta was peacefully eating her breakfast next to you, he knew nothing could be done right now to stop this show you put on before lunch, preventing "his" men from looking at you like lions looking at their prey.

You finished your milk, winking at him while licking your lips, as you went back into your room, changing yourself, ready to attack this beautiful day.

Since nothing was scheduled today, you decided to take on the tasks you were given one your first day : cleaning the house. Washing and scrubing was something you enjoyed a lot and with a boring day like this, it was the perfect activity to waste your time one.

As the hour passed, you were left all alone in the house, cleaning the dining room, while the others benefited from the great warmth outside, or so you thought.

Deeply focus into your work, you didn't heard Kappa's footsteps rapidly approaching, caging you with his chest on your back and his hands trapping yours on the table.

"You have 5 seconds to explain what happened this morning Sugar."

He asked calmly, with a bittersweet undertone.

"I don't know what you're talking about.."

You said innocently, but deep down, this moment was all you hoped for after what you have done earlier.

"Don't act fucking stupid with me. Is it because of last night? Are you now punishing me for telling you the truth sweety?"

You couldn't respond. His dark tone and his tall body towering behind you were making you unable to let any sound come out of your mouth.

"Let's see who's really getting punish in all of this."

You couldn't process what he had said before he forcefully slamed your upperbody on the table, pressing his hard on in your ass.

"W..wait Kappa.. We can t..talk!"

"Too late pretty face, you've reached my limit and now you have to pay for it."

His peaceful voice would have calmed everybody, but the situation made it bone chilling as the words reached your ears.

He cuffed both your hands behind your back with his right hand while he stripped you from your pants and underwear before doing the same with his.

You couldn't deny the excitement in that moment, but you could also feel the anxiety going up as you knew you were in for a rough one.

Against all odds, you felt Kappa's fingers carressing your wet folds, making you whimper.

"Already so wet for me.. Do you really think i believed you when you told me you didn't put that little show on purpose this morning?"

He landed a hard slap on your ass, obtaining a hiss from you, as he lower himself to your ears.

"You want me to show everybody who you belong to?"

You nodded weakly before he inserted himself harshly into you, with a low groan. You loudly cried out of pleasure, but also from pain, as a tear made his way on your cheek.

"Nhg... K..Kappa.."

You tried to tell him to go softer with you but his rapid thrusts could only make you moan.

"Yea, keep calling my name like that"

He grabbed your waist, bruising it with his grip, as if he was scared you were gonna try to escape, but you weren't. The pain you felt earlier was far gone and replaced by pure enjoyment created by Kappa's dick into you.

Both your moans filled the dining room, creating a perfect melody for anybody to hear, and by anybody you meant Theta, who was watching everything from the window, outside. You catched her staring as Kappa kept drilling into you and that's what pushed you to the edge: knowing his favorite girl was watching him gaining pleasure by you was enough to make you come.

Screaming his name, you gripped the table as hardly as you could, legs shaking from the things you were feeling.

"Is my girl already done?"

Kappa's didn't let you came down from your high as he grab you by the shoulders, forcing you to face him and kneel before him.

"Now finish me off"

You licked your lips, pumping his length with your hands before licking it from balls to tip, making him drop his head backwards. As precum started to leak, you take him whole into his mouth, adjusting to his size while your fingers found their way on his balls.

His hands firmly grabbed a chunk off your hair, as he guided your head, sucking him off just the way he liked it.

"F...fuck just like that.. Good girl.."

Tears were creeping from your eyes and spit dripping from your mouth, butyou could only focus on the ungodly sounds Kappa was producing, making you unable to not touch yourself as your clit was throbbing.

Both your paces increased as his breath fasten, signifying he was reaching his limits. Your moans vibrating on his dick, he released his load into your mouth while you came for a second time on your fingers.

Swallowing the milky concoction, Kappa helped you get on your feet, dressing him and you back as he placed small kisses on your body, telling you how good you did today.

You innocently smiled as you leaved the room to go wash yourself up in the bath before Theta blocked you in the hallway

"What do you think you're doing with MY man?"

"I mean, is he really yours if he wanted me so bad?"

Omg i am so sorry it took so long and it being so badly written. I had an idea, but it was done poorly! Hopefully at least one you appreciate it lol

[insxghtt]

soulmates — kappa x reader

(sorry if this is a mess, i wrote it last night under the influence of a high dose of quetiapine. my insomnia fellas will understand.)

i see a lot of people talking about kappa as this bad boy figure, kinda similar to euronymous but, in my mind, kappa is waaayyy more charming. i mean, he has to be! after all, he is a cult leader and cult leaders rarely show their followers explicit violence.

i think what we saw in black mirror was the dark side of kappa, one that he only shows to his most faithful followers. the other side we didn't get to see is the kind kappa, the personality he has on most of the time. this manipulative, charismatic, charming kappa is the one who would convince you to do the most insane things for him.

first one, joining a cult. but, of course, you didn't call it a cult. no, you called it a family.

kappa was very good at reading people and as soon as he laid eyes on you, he knew you were an easy target. you were so fragile, so he did what no one else ever thought about doing. he took care of you. he showed you love.

it was hard to see kappa as this evil cult leader because he was the kindest soul you had ever met. he was different from all of the other men you had in your life. he treated you with respect.

kappa genuinely loved you. it wasn't healthy, but he genuinely loved you. gosh, he was obsessed with you. you were his godess. he knew about every detail about your life, which is why it was so easy for him to manipulate you into staying. that's why you never even realized that you were trapped.

but again, maybe kappa wasn't the only one with a dark side. you had it in you and he could see it too, which is why he chose you in the first place. the two of you were a mix made in hell.

he was possessive over you, but you were just the same way. although kappa wasn't monogamic, he was faithful to you because he could never ever ever be so obsessed with anyone else.

you two had this open, confused, agitated relationship, but there was one rule you two followed whithout question, and that rule was: other people were only allowed if the two of you consent to it.

other people could only have you, touch you, want you when he was right there watching, and vice versa.

the few times kappa lost his temper in front of the other followers, it was because of you. well, not you, but other man trying to get to you without your (and his) consent. kappa would suddenly become a beast, filled with rage.

he had the other guy pinned against the wall with a knife against his throat. the man was clearly intoxicated, which was the reason why he dared to even approach you in the first place. everyone knew you belonged to kappa. no one would dare to mess with you.

the guy was having a hard time breathing, too scared to even blink. kappa was staring into his soul like a mad man. everyone else in the room, who were partying just a few minutes ago, was now frozen in silence.

you were watching as you thought that maybe you should intervene and try to calm him down, but you didn't really want to. kappa looked so pretty when he was mad. his rough hands were holding the guy by his shirt, the veins in his arms and neck were more visible, his messy hair was covering part of his face, but you could still see his eyes burning with rage.

you rolled your eyes and touched his shoulder delicately and kappa immediately felt his muscles relax. he let go of the guy and watched as he ran away out of the room.

you were kappa's favorite drug. just one small dose of you was enough to make him forget all of his problems.

he turned to you and you gave him a kiss on the lips. just like that, kappa could hardly remember about what had just happened.

but when you were jealous, things were a little different. from times to times, when someone new joined the family, you would notice a girl staring at kappa in a more seducive, flirty way. kappa was very attractive and charming and everyone in the family looked up to him. some people developed feelings for him in the process and you hated it.

and when bitches try to get your man, that's when you become a beast yourself.

you were not as impulsive as kappa. no, you carefully observed and waited for the right time to get rid of them. you were quiet, calm and precise. not only you would stop them from getting what was yours, you would make sure they were completely removed from your lives.

out of the sudden, one of the guns would magically disappear for a day or two, just to be found later in the bag of clothes of one of the new girls. she swore she hadn't taken it, but you didn't believe her and, if you didn't, kappa didn't believe her either.

so you tried to hide your smile as you watched him send her away. he hated to do that, but one thing that kappa valued the most was honesty and he refused to let someone who had lied about stealing one of his guns be part of the family.

kappa would never know. behind his back, you made sure to keep all the girls away from him. of course you were good to them most of the time. you loved some of those girls like they were your sisters, but the ones who didn't respect the rules were easily discarted.

it wouldn't be right to say that you and kappa were a good match, but you two were definitely soulmates. he was made for you, you were made for him and nothing in the world could ever change that.

[blackdollette]

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒂 & 𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒐…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: female!reader x r!euronymous + kappa

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 580

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: spitroasting, blowjob, unprotected p in v, creampie, facial

you drowned in the smell of sweat followed by the slight tang of blood. fast and painful thrusts discoloured the soft flesh of your ass just a tinge, an equally fast thrusting causing your throat to bulge and throb. you gazed up at kappa, your big and teary eyes begging for just a second of relief while secretly hoping he would never stop. he groaned deeply, his lip tightly tucked underneath his teeth as he slapped your chin with his balls.

the headboard of the bed banged against the wall with each synchronized thrust. “c’mon man, she puffing up like a blowfish. you don’t wanna kill her, do you?” euronymous taunted as his calloused thumb tortured your puffy clit. it was ironic that he said that when he was the one who was rearranging your guts, making sure your pussy would remember every vein, curve and crevice of his cock for days, even weeks to come. kappa snickered. “i’m not worried about her. our princess can take it…”

euronymous was a classy man, still wearing his leather jacket with his jeans to his knees whilst he fucked you. while kappa was stripped naked to the bone, his loaded cannon playing peek-a-boo with your esophagus and nearly meeting euronymous’ cock on the other side. he had a fistful of your dark hair in his grip, watching thick bubbles of spit and precum cascade down your neck.

your tight pussy clenched around euro’s girth, pleading for him to keep his rabid pace. “you want this cock real bad don't you, angel?” he tossed his head back as your gummy walls swallowed him whole. “‘ts all yours, baby… all fuckin’ yours.”

though kappa wasn’t speaking much, his actions spoke louder than any word he could manage to say. with every thrust, slap and push from him was followed by a gag, whimper or spit from you. his hips ground into your mouth as he brutally fucked your face, your throat bruising quickly from the friction but being soothed by the precum that lubricated his path.

euronymous toyed with your pussy from behind, trailing his thumb up and down your wet slit as it swelled from overstimulation. your back arched as you pushed your hips into his, wanting to feel him in every part of you. 

the men groaned out slurred profanities in unison as your body contracted from the pleasure. you flicked your tongue along kappa’s tip, your pussy pulsating around euronymous. kappa forced your jaw open a little more, wanting to make a lasting impact on his final blow.

euronymous pushed your legs even further apart, cum spilling down the inside of your thighs as your limbs began to tremble. your eyes slammed shut, all your senses becoming disabled as your were hit by a wave of pleasure so unbearable that you became winded. euronymous’ nails dug into your flesh as he landed one last thrust, your hole swelling from being filled up like a sweet, creamy dessert.

as kappa was about to reach his climax, he whipped his cock out of your mouth, shooting his strings onto your face and aiming specifically for your dangling tits. you collapsed onto the mattress, mind buzzing as you felt your insides pouring out of you.

the feeling was so divine, so surreal that you found yourself wondering if the moment really happened. but your assumptions were confirmed when you felt one soft pair of lips kiss your cheek softly, but nothing from the other.

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

Kinktober Day Two - Breath Play/Choking

Kappa x Reader

"Should've known that you'd like this, huh? You little slut."

Kappa groaned, his grip around your throat tightening as his other hand yanked your hair back harshly. He sank his teeth into the skin of your neck, making you yelp softly in both pain and pleasure at the sharp piercing of his canines.

"Damn... you're so fuckin' filthy for me, sugar... enjoying this like a little whore."

You couldn't think straight, and you swore that you were on the verge of passing out. The blood rushed straight to your cheeks, hot tears staining the tainted skin. Your eyes fluttered closed as Kappa abused your insides, the lewd sounds of your dripping core the only thing accompanying your breathless moans.

"God... listen to that, sugar. Why you gotta be so fuckin' needy all the time, huh?" Kappa gritted out, rubbing his thumb along your jawline to collect the fallen tears as the pressure on your throat tightened.

Kappa's filthy words had you clenching around him, almost embarrassingly so, as you felt what had to be your fourth orgasm of the night creeping up on you. You knew he'd be mad at you for not seeking his permission, but the pressure was too overwhelming to hold back.

You clawed at Kappa's wrist, urging him to release his hand from your throat as you came, dripping your hot, white release all over Kappa's pulsing cock.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... such a bad, fuckin' girl, sugar.."

[hisemoslut]

Chat currently think about Euro Rory with this back tattoo 😫 Euro Rory X Tattoos artist reader?

[ilici]

passenger princess.

synopsis: after you and kappa are on the way back from a successful run, stealing whatever you wanted and killing whoever you wanted, the blood of the victims is still all over you, splattered. kappa found it attractive how you always did whatever you wanted, your wildness is what had him drawn to you from the beginning, and now you were his. it was known throughout is cult that you were off limits, from the amount of times people have walked in on you or walked into the kitchen for a meeting and you'd be having sex. now, kappa was growing impatient as you were giving him roadhead.

             imagine.

             ﹋﹋ ˖*ഒ kappa 𝔁 fem!reader

             ˖*ഒ ﹋﹋ word count : 1.6k

             ﹋﹋ ˖*ഒ contents : mention of death , fingering , oral m & f receiving , unprotected , p in v , choking , knife play , blood , and branding.

              ˖ ࣪✮ ! ❝ say you're all mine, touch me under streetlights ❞

             Flashing.

       The flashing lights of the streetlights reflected against the windows of Kappa's car, as she watched as every single light illuminated him, which caused him to glance over her way, "Need something sugar?" his voice husked out, and she slowly shook her head letting a small laugh escape her glossed lips, the same lip gloss that she had just stolen from the couple they had murdered. Kappa reached over and placed his hand on her exposed thigh, as she was wearing a denim skirt that she had stolen from a previous run. "You know I can tell when you're lying, sugar." He said, giving her a warning glance as he had very thin patience, especially when it came to her. Huffing, she pouted, before she placed her hand over his, "I just want something in my mouth."

       Kappa glanced over at her once again, and he chuckled, "You can blow me, sugar. But you'll have to wait till we're back before you get anything else." He told her, as he looked at her face that had blood splattered over it, and she nodded her head eagerly, moving her hand from his and moving both of her hands to undo his belt and she impatiently pulled down his pants, his cock springing free since he didn't wear boxers. Greedily, she wrapped her hand around his base, and she adjusted in her seat as she leaned down and quickly wrapped her glossed lips around his tip. Kappa's cock was huge with a slight curve, and that made her love his cock even more. Kappa was a true hippie, he didn't shave nor was he circumcised.

       His hands on the steering wheel immediately tightened, his knuckles going white as your pretty mouth did wonders to him, and he wasn't necessarily someone who made noises during sex just an occasional grunt and groan. As she moved her head down lower, his dick now going down her throat as she deepthroated him, his hair tickled her nose, and before she could pull back up, Kappa's hand landed on the back of her head holding her there. As she was gagging around his cock, tears streamed down her face. Kappa loved blowjob eyes, he also just loved seeing her cry during sex, because he knew he was doing a good job. Finally, he removed his hand, and she came up coughing she looked at him with glossy eyes, her lips swollen and drool trickled down her chin.

       Letting out an annoyed groan, Kappa quickly pulled the car over and turned it off as he grabbed her by the neck, he pulled her closer, "Fuck waiting." he said through gritted teeth. Giggling in excitement, she went to take off her clothes but Kappa's hand stopped her as he grabbed one of his knives, and motioned for her to lean back against the passenger door. Licking her swollen lips, she leaned back against the passenger door as she was told, and Kappa quickly used his knife to cut her thin shirt off her body. Her breasts were immediately exposed as she never wore bras, and he was about to cut the denim skirt off of her but she shook her head refusing to let him tear up one of her favorite skirts. Scoffing, he impatiently waited till she tossed her skirt to the floorboard.

       Looking at her bare body, his cock twitched and he used his knife to trace along her skin, looking at the healed scar that was adorned on her hip that read out his name. Knicking her skin watching the blood trickle down her stomach, he leaned over in his seat as he began to lightly trace into her skin his name right above her breasts in the middle of her chest. Whimpering, she watches him, as he worked his name into her skin like he was some artist focusing on painting. Once he was finished, he chuckled watching even more blood trickle down her body, and he knew he'd help take care of it later when they returned. Placing the knife down, he leaned forward and hovered over her before he grabbed her by the neck once more, pulling her over the console.

       "Turn around." He demanded, and she quickly moved around until her ass was propped up on the console, and he grabbed her by her ankles pulling her halfway onto his lap so her bottom half was on his bare lap and her top half rested against the console. Tracing his fingers up and down her folds, she shuddered at the feeling of his calloused fingers prodding at her entrance. Feeling how wet she was, he smirked as two of his fingers easily slid into her, and she let out a small moan before she started to grip the console when his fingers began to slam against her, and he curled his fingers to hit her sweet spot knowing exactly where it was. Her moans grew louder and needier as he kept abusing her sweet spot. Moaning out strands of his name, he abruptly pulled his fingers away causing her to whine at the loss.

       Moving her up to where her knees rested against the console, and her top half now rested in the passenger side seat, she felt his hands roughly grab her hips, as he lined up to her entrance and quickly slammed into her without warning. Screaming out in pure pleasure, she buried her head into the seat, and her moans began to become muffled as his hips kept colliding with her ass. Reaching for the knife again, he stilled his hips as he was deep inside of her, and she let out a whine from him stopping but she quickly let out a gasp as her back arched even more when she felt him tracing his name into her skin with the knife in the area where a tramp stamp would be. Now she had her own tramp stamp with Kappa's name, and he tossed the knife before he started to plow into her again.

       As the blood trickled down her back down towards her shoulders from the position she was in, he reached up placing his hands in the blood before he landed a smack on her ass looking as he left a bloodied handprint. The amount of blood smeared all over her body, and now against his, he knew he'd have to steal a new vehicle as this one looked like a murder scene. As his hips kept colliding with her, he couldn't get a good grip on her hips now that his hands were bloody and slippery, so he grabbed her hair and pulled it back her moans no longer muffled. As he kept hitting her sweet spot from the slight curve in his cock, he was also bruising her cervix in the process. Her moans were growing louder and her words were now less audible indicating she was growing close.

       Fastening his pace, and slamming into her, he watched as she came undone, her entire body shaking and that was enough for him to finish, his hot cum burying deep inside of her. Slowly pulling out, he looked down as she crawled into the passenger side seat, her body smeared in blood and he smirked. He knew when they arrived back at the base house, everyone would stare at her bloody body which made him smirk even more when two new brandings were added to her body. Before she could begin to relax, he grabbed her by her slippery hips and propped her bottom half back up on the console, and she leaned up on her elbows watching him with curious fucked-out eyes. Her face had some new tears on it as she was growing overstimulated from the pleasure she had received.

       Kappa wasn't one to usually eat someone out, but seeing her covered in blood made him crave a taste. Feeling his breath hit against her cunt, she let out a small whine, and he saw some of his cum leaking out of her and he quickly pushed it back inside of her with his tongue, and she instantly used her bloody hand to tangle in his greasy hair. Pulling at the roots of his hair, as he kept licking around inside of her, he pulled away slightly before he started sucking on her clit, his fingers coming up to slide inside of her. Curling his fingers inside of her, she shuddered at the pleasure, and she arched her back, tugging roughly at his hair which made him let out a low groan. His blue eyes never left her face, as he watched her face contort into ecstasy when she finished around his fingers.

       Pulling his fingers out, he licked his fingers clean and smirked down at her, as she was on the brink of sleeping from how exhausted her body was. Watching her curl up in the seat, he turned the car back on and quickly hit full speed to get back home to clean her wounds and clean the blood off of her. He may not have looked like the kinda guy for aftercare, but he'd do anything for his passenger princess. Once they made it back, he quickly picked up her bare body from the car and walked inside, everyone looking at them as the rest of them had returned way before Kappa and she did. They weren't shocked as Kappa carried her nude, they just watched. Closing the door to the master bedroom, he walked into the connected bathroom and turned the shower on, "Let's get you cleaned up sugar."

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