#they chase and pounce to catch their prey too

[spiderrverse]

I only know bits and pieces of Spiderman 2099's comic lore but I AM a huge bug person so personally i think that if Miguel is really 50% spider, he should have the less cool spider traits too. I think it'd be incredibly funny if he involuntarily did the happy dance that tarantulas do when they get food

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

ANIMALS- L. HOWLETT

Pairing: Boyfriend!Logan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 636 (quick drabble lol)

Summary: You and Logan play a game of hide and seek while you have the manor to yourselves…

Warnings: Smut implied, fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, a little degrading, size kink, Logan being a dommmm, priminalish? Logan, swearing, teasing, grinding etc

“baby i’m prayin on you tonight, hunt you down and chew alive just like animals, animals like animals… baby you think that you can hide, i can smell your scent for miles…”- animals, maroon 5

You counted your breaths, trying to steady them. A quick, sharp inhale.

One, two, three, four. Out.

You gripped the bannister of the oak headboard, squeezing yourself in a corner by the back of the bed. It wasn't long now before he found you.

It was a chase. A hunt, a hound sniffing out his prey.

You and Logan had made a deal- your agreement more a joke then anything, but nonetheless- you were here, in hiding.

“If I catch you, I get to fuck you.” He smirked , flipping his pocket knife in the air, fidgeting around between his fingers like the blade was nothing. You laughed, eyeing him up suspiciously.

“You get to fuck me, hm?”

“Yeah sweetheart. Anyway that I want.”

Well you had never backed down from a challenge, especially not from him. As your boyfriend it was his job to rile you up- and to get you going. You couldnt say you minded it though.

So now you were here, a hand gently held against your mouth, as you tried to slow your heartrate down. You knew he had heard you, there was no way he hadn’t. The manor was empty, everyone gone on either summer break, a mission or were just out for the day.

It was when you and Logan could have your fun. The real fun.

Your footsteps surely echoed down the grand hallways, bouncing off the oak furnishings and dozens of old paintings hung. It was only a matter of seconds now, before he found you.

You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, wetness coating the apex of your thighs. Your skin turned hot to the touch, heart beating so loud you could hear it rattling as if it were a fly buzzing in your ear.

Sure enough, the clack of his boots stopped at the doorway, pushing it open slowly. It creaked so loudly you winced.

“Cmere pretty, pretty girl. Come to daddy.” he chuckled, tormenting you with his slow and stead stride.

You heard an armoir open, then slam shut. He was toying with you.

“I know you're in here baby. I can smell ya.”

One, two, three, four. One, tw-

You let out a loud yelp as two large arms caged you in, sweeping you off your feet as if you were a sack of potatoes. “Caught ya.” he whispered teasingly in your ear, throwing you on the bed.

You bounced with an oof, scrambling back as he pounced on you. “Mghm Lo-“ you whined as he tore your top off with such ferociously you feared his claws would come out.

“You like running from me baby? You like the chase hmm.?” You nodded, gasping as his denium clothed knee pushed your legs apart, leaving you to grind shamelessly on his knee “Yeah, yeah I know you do. Fuckin slut.”

“F-fuck..” you stuttered as he pinned your hands above your head, letting you ride him. “Such a needy girl.” he cooed at you, mocking your moans and whimpers as he tugged down your shorts.

“She’s so needy too. Should I give her what she wants?” he asked, eyes greedily taking in the wet patch on your underwear. You clenched at the mere sound of his voice, panties dripping wet. Soaked. “Please Lo- you have to-“

“I have to what hm? I don’t think I have to do anything. You’re not in control here, princess.” You sucked in a gasp as his hand slithered down your underwear, large fingers coaxing you as they lightly brushed your clit, pinching it.

“Pretty girl.” he cooed, sliding a finger down past your folds, to pump deep inside you, curling until he hit the spot that had you seeing stars. “Stretchin ya out baby, cause you’re too tight. Always so tight f’me. I’m gonna fill you up so good, just the way you like baby. Such a tiny lil thing, you just wanna get wrecked hm?”

You were beyond flustered, muscles tensing as he picked up the pace- your toes curling. “You’re doing so good princess. But you gotta take my cock now, m’kay?”

[voxisdaddy]

Collection of Pleasure

Hazbin Hotel NSFW Headcanons…

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Alastor | Lucifer | Vox | Valentino | Velvette | Charlie | Vaggie | Cherri Bomb | Rosie | Carmilla | Adam | Lute | Emily | Saint Peter

C/TW: 18+, NSFW, MDNI, reader written as fem, cussing, various kinks, collection of a few subs x dom!reader, mainly the ladies are domming/topping lol, not proofread, some are bad im sorry, carmilla has two though bc its carmilla

In which in at least one NSFW headcanon for each character...

My personal NSFW headcanon for several Hazbin Hotel characters. This includes some of the main cast, the Vee’s, the angels, and some of the other characters ♥︎

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Alastor likes being the predator chasing his prey during his rut...

Sex with Alastor is pretty rare, happens occasionally but usually it's for special occasions like an anniversary. His ruts however? His favourite thing to do (aside from you) is have you run around the forest in his room while he hunts for you in his demon form. He can very easily catch you but he likes to let it play out before he pounces on you for like, two weeks. Goodluck lol

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lucifer is an insatiable beast...

When he started crying and was quivering so bad one night, you thought that enough was enough and climbed off of him only for his hips to desperately follow you, thrusting into nothing. Despite his tears from the overstimulation you've given him for several rounds by then, he looked at you with teary eyes and begged you to not stop. A safe word was set in place because of that, so you made sure when to stop when he genuinely wanted you to stop. But despite how teary eyed he gets or how much he begs, he never uses it.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox likes to watch himself...

"Oh you mean like in front of a mirror?" NO. Well yes but actually he loves getting it on with you in his office because all his monitors will showcase how well you're either riding his dick or fucking his ass with a strap. A few monitors will display his weeping face though thanks to you. He thinks it's humiliating and will try and change them to literally anything else but he can't exactly focus on anything when he's so lost in pleasure. So his weeping face and him getting railed it is. It's like he's your own porn star. This porn star whimpers "mommy" too so have fun with that.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino is capable of getting fucked dumb...

I know it might be hard to believe with him, but it is possible and it's why he's so obsessed with you. He's very experienced in sex, obviously; doming, subbing, top, bottom, doesn't matter. It's all good. The way you can somehow fuck him so good and bring him to so much overstimulation that all he can do babble incoherently? Mans is down bad for you and grows more romantically attached to you than he thinks. Often times the night after a particularly passionate and heated session, he heads to the studio with a slight limp in his step. The first time people saw him limping like that paired with his surprisingly decent mood that day, they knew; oh you're fucking good.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Velvette is a pillow princess...

I 100% see her as a dom, and she very well can dom, but she's selfish and wants all the pleasure with minimal work. With the way she acted, especially when it comes to teasing you, it really through you in a loop when you got to bed that evening. Okay so you're topping-no big deal. The real surprise was when you found out she didn't wanna do anything to help you get off. Oh well. Sitting on her face and using a vibrator against her clit is motivational enough for her to pleasure you too.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Charlie has a little bit of an exhibitionist kink...

a little bit. Kind of? Okay but you know the large window in her room we see her by in episode 1? Has rode your strap and/or fucked you with a strap right in front of that baby. Granted it's pretty high so not like anyone can easily look in anyways but it's still just not private enough that it does something to her. If she's ever potentially really ticked off sometimes she'll eat pussy aggressively while you're pressed, bare tits and all, against the glass.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vaggie likes titi's...

Whether your big breasted or sporting itty bitties, her hands immediately go to fondle them during heated make out sessions. She's kinda shy in the bedroom so don't take her boldness to grope your chest as her being dominant-she just can't help herself from groping you. Sometimes after sex she'll kiss your chest. Depending on where she kisses and if she'd biting or not, it may lead to another round.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Cherri Bomb is the only person who can rival Lucifer over…

Eating pussy. Whether your sitting on her face or her head is buried between your plush thighs, my girl loves to eat. And she eats like her life depends on it. Even when you think she may need a breather and try to move she’s very quick in pulling you back and keeps you there firmly, often smirking when you’re overstimulated and squirming.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Rosie loves thighs...

Call her old fashioned (cuz she is) but seeing your exposed thighs just does something to her. I mean how scandalous! She spends a majority of her time in Cannibal Town which is trapped in the 1910's. Everyone is dressed in only the most stylish and modest clothing from that time period. So if you ever come strutting about, publicly or privately, in a little something that exposes more of your figure and especially your thighs, expect to have dozens of hickeys decorating your inner thighs by the next day.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Carmilla always says she has no favourite sex position but she does...

it's 69. She prefers to be at bottom since it makes it easier for her to finger you while simultaneously assaulting your clit with her tongue. And of course while you're down there she likes to keep you trapped with her thighs. Because i mean look at them thighs!!! MMHHMMM!!! I see her leaning more towards dom so like, if you're able to focus on eating her out without getting distracted as little as possible then she'll reward you good.

I have two for Carmilla that I desperately want to share so here's my second one; she loves having you keep her strap warm while she does paperwork. Just you sittin pretty on her big plastic dick, occasionally gripping your thigh when you squirm too much. Will play with your clit if you're being needy-try not to squirm too much though or else you ain't getting anything once she'd done her work for the day.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam secretly cherishes your more intimate sex...

As much as a dick (master) this guy is, he definitely has his vulnerable side. During some make up sex after an argument and temporary separation that could have very easily lead to your guys break up, he found himself unusually emotional as he was balls deep in ya. He didn't cry, as if he'd allow himself to do that especially at a time like sex, but he felt it. The pull at his heart strings, the relief that washed over him that you two were still together, the way your lips uttered his name like a prayer., It was a surprise to him and one he'll never forget.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lute cums surprisingly fast via fingering...

You found this out when opting to use your fingers to do the job over the dildo, strap, and vibrator. She already knew she came fast via fingering but didn't want anyone to know that-she came almost embarrassingly fast and it sometimes felt like it wouldn't stop. This hit her ego a little bit considering that she's stubborn as all hell but she could barely defend herself when she kept cumming around your fingers. Safe to say you had quite a lot to lap up that night.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Emily gets wet easily...

is it really that surprising? You found this out when you were kissing at her neck and reached down to her uplifted dress and felt that slick wet feeling between her legs. She was very flustered and even more when you teased her for getting this wet over a few neck kisses-there was only one hickey (so far).

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Saint Peter has a thing for light bondage...

Nothing hard obviously but his wrists being bound together or to the bed via rope or handcuffs gets him going. It puts him in a position where he's completely at your mercy. Blindfolding him is on the table as well-his other senses are heightened as fuck making him react more enthusiastically to your touches and whispers. Even though he's into it it's also a double edges sword cuz this guy needs to touch you and not even being allowed to look at you either has him whining.

This has been in my drafts for weeks lol some of these aren't to my personal standards but I was really running out ideas that were both fitting to the character and weren't too basic/a repeat of another's. I didn't wanna exclude some people from my original roster so I toughed it out lol

sometimes my posts get shadowbanned for literally no reason and at random so it would mean the world if you reblogged this thank you <3 no pressure tho!

[b1mbodoll]

I’m gonna cry plsssss more werewolf jake pls i need him so bad 😫

pairings: sim jaeyun x f! reader

warnings: werewolf! jake + predator / prey + knotting + spit / drool + anal + fingering + pussyjob ?? + biting

💌: you guys can blame lulu for the predator + prey / chase bit because she made me insane 🩷

werewolf! jake lives for the chase. he loves to hunt down his little human girlfriend in the woods, letting you get a headstart before running after you and using his canine instincts to track you down. his ears twitch at the sound of twigs snapping, inhaling deeply in the hopes of catching your scent and when he does, his tail wags behind him as he makes his way in your direction.

the fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins keep you going, pushing deeper and deeper into the maze of trees, panting heavily as exhaustion creeps up on you, much like, unbeknownst to you, jaeyun was as well.

he makes sure to keep quiet as he sneaks up on you, circling you like the apex predator he is. it’s quiet and you think you still have a fighting chance, until jake finally pounces, forcing you to submit. he uses his inhuman strength to pin you down, face down ass up before shredding your clothes. you do your best to look back at him and the sight almost scares you, he’s grinning wickedly and nearly salivating as he has his way with you.

you lay there, pliant and submissive while jake continues to feel you up, pawing at your tits with one hand as the other slides between your legs, your cunt dripping with arousal and it takes everything in you not to moan when the rough pads of his fingers circle your clit.

“you’re all mine,” jake starts, eyeing your holes. “i caught you. i can do whatever i want to you, right, pup?” although it’s a question, you know that no matter what you say to him he’ll use you however he pleases.

nonetheless you nod your head as best you can, grimacing at the feeling of the dirt beneath you. the werewolf smirks at your confirmation. “attagirl.”

his thick fingers slip inside of your messy cunt and you gasp at the intrusion, walls clamping around him as they fill you up and stretch you out. your juices coat the digits and he pulls them out only to rub the tight rim of your asshole, pushing his middle finger inside and groaning, making sure to lubricate your hole with your own slick.

although he’s impatient, jakey isn’t completely cruel. he knows his cock is big, maybe even too big for you, so he finishes teasing your hole and mounts you, gliding his length between your pussy to collect more of your arousal.

it’s thick and wet between your folds, precum dribbling steadily from his tip and you reach for it, using your hand to completely drench his dick and minimize the discomfort of what’s about to happen.

“that’s a good pup — fuck — keep strokin’ my cock, just like that.” your hand falters at the praise, mind foggy as fatigue takes its toll on your body. “unless you want it to hurt, i don’t mind.” he sneers.

you can’t bring yourself to continue and jake takes that as your answer, pulling back to spit on your hole before lining his tip with your entrance. he places a palm on your asscheek, groping and pulling to watch the way your empty hole begs for him.

“gentle, jakey.”

he rolls his eyes. “yeah right.”

he forces his cock into your asshole, pushing deeper until you squeal and squirm. he’s only halfway in and you’re already crying? pathetic, he thinks. despite your struggling, he continues to fuck into you and you’re afraid he’ll break you from the girth. will you even be able to take his knot?

it seems you’re the only one worried; jake leans forward and presses his chest to your back, grunting and groaning in your ear as he thrusts into you at a rough pace. tears gather in your lashline, whimpering as he continues to stretch your hole more than you thought possible, driving his cock deep inside.

he nearly howls when you clench around him, his furry tail thumping on the ground and he begs you to do it again, his cock twitching when you obey.

jake’s orgasm hits him hard, dropping his head and resting it on your shoulder, his knot inflating and rope after rope of warm, sticky cum splashes within you, clinging to your walls. there’s so much of his seed in your ass with nowhere to go, the swollen bulge keeping the two of you locked together.

your wolfboy’s climax was intense and it leaves him drooling, his mouth falls open and his sharp canines are too close to your soft skin, making you squeeze him once again from the fear of them sinking into you.

the vice grip you have on him makes jake almost.. feral and he grounds himself by biting you, teeth tearing into your nape and he growls when you wince, only closing his eyes to wait out his knot after you relax and allow him to keep his canines within you.

[flametrashiraarchive]

Douma Headcanons Part 3

I thought of more 😫

NSFW under the cut.

PART ONE | PART TWO

You discover the thrill of being hunted.

Douma likes to have you hide while he seeks you out, tiptoeing through the temple, honing his senses on you.

"Come on out, little pet... I promise not to bite too hard..."

"Awwh~ perhaps you ran away for good?" 🥺

You don't even dare to breathe. Your pulse is racing.

Some deep, primal instinct overrides your adoration of him.

You are prey and your predator is looking for you.

You can hear him pouting.

LOVES to sneak up on you in your hiding spot and get your heart pounding.

Sometimes he'll let you try to run from him.

You never know what he'll do when he catches you (and he always does.)

Sometimes he'll pounce on you, pin you down and tickle you until you beg him for mercy,

sometimes he'll pin you against the wall and fuck you as he sucks on your neck.

When he's not chasing you, fucking you, or generally being a little (6'2") gremlin, he likes to lie with his head on your chest or your stomach and just have you pet his hair.

He gets all soft and about as close to sleepy as demons get.

Bathes with you.

He has one of those enormous sexy basically-an-indoor-pool baths. Has it filled with rose petals for you and likes to pluck them off your wet body when you get out.

Kisses you as he washes your hair, and lathers his hands in soap to slip them over your skin.

He spends his life being doted on by his disciples, so he likes to do the same for you.

Baths almost always turn into bath sex.

Favorite position is the lotus. He likes to watch your face as he fucks you, and loves the feeling of you desperately riding his dick as you cling to his shoulders.

Will absolutely gossip with you about his disciples after they confess their sins to him.

Finds it hilarious and adorable that you're so hypnotized by his chest. Will let you squeeze them but be careful because his nipples ARE sensitive and he WILL want to fuck if they get too much attention.

He likes your titties too.

They're fun to play with.

Desperately wants to take you to the Infinity Castle and show you off. 😫 Muzan won't let him.

(Wants to bone you in every room there. Yes, he knows it's impossible. No, he's not going to quit wanting it.)

[phil-gravey-but-not-daily]

Cat!Graves and Dog!Shadow Company Thoughts🐈🐕‍🦺🐕🦮🐩

Cat hybrid!Graves who purrs softly as he rubs against his Dog Hybrid!Shadows after a successful mission, both congratulating his boys, but also making sure that his property/territory is properly marked and scented. He’d rather d!e than let another hybrid try and claim HIS dog pack. Back off Shepherd >:(

Cat!Graves who stays up super late doing work until the early hours of the morning. He gets a little bit louder when he’s working in the late hours and especially when he’s tired. This causes some of the shadows to wake up and they don’t like that. So when woken up, they will often drag Graves back with them to a dog pile, where they will keep him till he falls asleep or the morning arrives

Cat!Graves who’s more touchy and affectionate than before, rubbing against people he likes and is comfortable around, hugs more often and takes an extended hand as invite for a hug, stands closer to others while swinging his tail slowly. 

Cat!Graves who picks up habits from his dog pack. Like perking up at the smell of peanut butter, having an unreasonable hatred for squirrels, yowling whenever a howl is started, or hissing at people behind closed doors and windows, but being sweet as sugar when the door or window is opened

Dog!Shadow Company who discovers that laser pointers work on Graves in the middle of a meeting. They were using the pointer to discuss a mission, when Graves suddenly walks over to the screen with his tail lashing and puts his hands over the dot. After a few moments of silence the Shadow using the pointer moves it to the side to put it away, but Graves follows the pointer, batting at the wall. The room promptly erupts into chaos, the mission forgotten. Shadows are trying to grab the pointer, and Graves is chasing the pointer around the room, occasionally wiggling before he pounces on the dot. Papers are flying, Shadows are barking and yelling, some are trying to grab Graves, others are trying to get the pointer to mess with Graves, and Graves is bouncing off the walls trying to catch the dot which is moving erratically around the room. The chaos eventually stops when the pointer gets dropped during the confusion and breaks. :( 

Cat!Graves who has to make sure that no other shadows are in the room besides the ones he training with before he starts :( Dog!Shadow Company cannot be trusted as a pack around Cat!Graves when he’s training. Their prey drive kicks in when they see such a small pretty kitty like Graves fighting and tangling against larger dogs :(( Of course, Graves can handle 1-2 Shadows who are exponentially larger than him, but an entire pack? The poor commander is instantly covered and surrounded by large hybrids who can’t help but snap their maws at his body :( And all the while all poor Phillip can do is whimper and whine while try and wriggle out of the pile hybrids :((

Cat!Grave who has a bad habit of pushing tall things off tables. Specifically if its on his 

Cat!Graves who HATES being cornered.(physically) He needs space to move around and feel free and he can’t do that in a corner. He will hiss and snarl if someone he doesn’t know corners or traps him. The only people he lets into his space is his dog pack, and most shadows treat that honor with all the respect that they can give. If someone starts to toe the line too much, and Graves starts to get uncomfortable, all it takes is a few air bites in the perpetrator’s direction for them to back off. No one makes their boss uncomfortable on their watch. Of course Graves can take care of himself, but he takes a little longer to voice his concerns, especially after being shut down a lot by shepherd on missions

Cat!Graves who left the Marines because the bigger, ‘badder’ species thought it was funny to grab his ears and tail and pull as hard as they could just to get him yowling and hissing. They would berate him afterwards, scolding him for being so loud and being weak. His superiors didn’t even care. They thought a species as lazy as a cat didn’t belong in the military so, they let it happen and even went out of their way to taunt him theirselves. All of this built up until Graves had had enough, and left the marines to start Shadow company. He overworks himself sometimes just to prove that he isn’t lazy, and he does belong in the military, even though he isn’t around them now

Dog!Shadow Company who has a group chat dedicated to Cat!Graves moments, whether it be a video of him quickly scaling a wall, a photo of him eating those cat food pouches, or a video taken from behind a corner, showing a Shadow petting Graves between the ears and him purring happily. Every new shadow is introduced to it, sworn in secrecy. Graves does not know about it, and never will know about it as long as the Shadows have any say in it. 

Dog!Shadow Company who secretly knows where Cat!Graves is at all times, they have trackers hidden pretty much in all of his gear. It’s not for nefarious purposes or possessiveness (well, maybe a little bit of possessiveness for certain shadows) but instead for emergencies. Bring the leader of a well known PMC makes him a target for organizations trying to make quick money, or to get revenge for missions he’s overseen. So they keep trackers hidden on him in case someone’s looking to take him hostage. (This one has nothing to do with dog or cat hybrids but it feels important)

Dog!Shadow Company who gets EXTREMELY overprotective of Cat!Graves whenever he’s had a rough day. They’re already pretty protective of him in general, but someone outside the company is causing their beloved Commander to feel uncomfortable?? OhhhhhhohoHO! Grab your guns and your tracking skills, cause that bastard is going to DIE tonight if Graves doesn’t find out in time. They feel like they owe it to him to protect him, as he gave them all a place to call home and people to call family. He’s pretty much their father figure at this point, and as such they will protect him at ALL costs

Dog!Shadow Company who is easy for Cat!Graves to distract, either it be with bones or treats, if the pack needs a pick me up after a mission gone wrong, Graves is there to help cheer them up/distract them

[lucid-heart]

Teeth in Your Throat

Vampire!Lottie Matthews x f!Reader 🔞

🩸Lottie hesitates to feed from you because she's scared of hurting you. But you know she would never, she just needs a little convincing🩸

WC: 1.7k+

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CW: Blood Drinking, Kinda Subby Top Lottie,

"You can bite," you say. "You need to feed. And I trust you."

Lottie's eyes haven't left yours but the usual dark brown has been replaced with a glowing red. The beautiful vampire hesitates when given the chance to drink your blood. She's always worried she will hurt you.

But you know she wouldn't.

And she is very, very hungry.

"It's okay," Lottie says with a slight tremor. "I'll find Nat, she can get me-"

You grab her hand and tug her closer. Lottie stumbles and bumps into you. Her skin is cold to the touch but will quickly warm once in contact with you for long enough. She nervously looks away, as if looking at you for too long will cause her to lose control.

Maybe that's what you need her to. To give her the push over the edge.

"Lottie. Are you really going to run and find Nat when I'm right here?" You roll your eyes in fake exasperation. "Hmph. Maybe I should go find Shauna."

Lottie's eyes snap to yours and her brows furrow.

"What?" A single word but it's ice cold.

Lottie hides her emotions well, years of being forced to act like the perfect daughter for parents that never cared about her. But you know her too well. Even now as she tries to act casual, it bleeds through her stare. Hot, raging, jealously.

You shrug. "Nothing. Just I know Shauna would appreciate a taste. Since Jackie is away, she hasn't had human blood in a while. And I beat she would be real rough about it-"

Lottie grabs you with pure vampire strength. One moment you're standing face to face in her room, the next your back is against the wall with her body caging you in. She bares her teeth as her fangs snap down, eyes glowing red.

Your heart races in your chest. You should feel fear from being so close to someone so dangerous and the adrenaline rushes through your system. Heat burns in your chest and you let out a shaky exhale.

"Don't," she says. "Don't talk about Shauna."

You raise a hand to her lips. Slowly you press your thumb into her mouth and against the sharp tip of her fang until it draws blood. Then you press deeper into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your fingertip as she catches the taste of you. Of what you're offering.

She groans and her eyes flutter.

"What are you so afraid of?" you ask. "You need to feed. I think it's hot when you bite me. I think there's an easy solution here."

Lottie lets your thumb slip from her mouth and she stares at you with intense eyes. Ever since you've started dating, you've chased the darker side of her. She worries that you'll be afraid of her. Doesn't she know you love it? You want her.

"Baby, please." You lift your head to expose your throat to her. "I need you."

Something in Lottie snaps and she pounces. Her lips lay waste to your neck as she kisses and nips, sure to leave a splattering of marks the next day. You moan and hold onto her. But she doesn't break skin. Not yet. Not even as she teases her fangs against your pulse point.

"You're such a temptation," she murmurs. "I want to so badly."

"Why don't you?" you gasp breathlessly.

She presses you against the wall and a thigh slots between your legs. You bite back a groan as you press against her, need pulsing through your core. She's hardly even touched you yet.

"Mm." Lottie kisses your jaw. "Adrenaline makes blood taste sweeter."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. Prey that runs, that is afraid. It's why we hunt. Why we chase. It tastes good." A hand dances across your chest over your clothes, a light tease. "But do you want to know what tastes best?"

She finds your wrist and lifts your still bleeding thumb to her mouth. She meets your gaze with hooded eyes as she licks the bead of blood welling on your fingertip.

Your heart thunders in your chest, so loud it might overwhelm you. You know Lottie can hear it. Her vampire hearing allows her to pick up on even the slightest of changes. The corners of her mouth quirk in knowing. She knows exactly what she's doing to you.

"Prey that wants it tastes best."

Wants her.

Needs her.

Needs-

Lottie leans in and claims your lips, the metallic tang of your blood still on her tongue. You taste it in a fleeting moment before it's just her kissing you. Usually Lottie is sweet and kind, a wonderful girlfriend who loves you very much. This side of her is that but also darker and possessive. She kisses you like she wants to devour you. To claim you.

You must have really ticked her off when you mentioned Shauna.

You wrap your arms around her neck and hold her closer. Her frame is slim but you can feel the power she possesses. If she wanted to, she could throw you across the room without blinking. You are weightless to her.

Evidenced by the way she effortlessly hooks a hand under your thigh and lifts you against the wall.

"That's it," you breathe against her mouth. "That's my girl."

Lottie groans and she slams a hand into the wall beside your head.

"You like that? Being called mine?" You tug at the front of her shirt until she gasps. "Do you want me?"

"Yes, yes, so badly." It comes out as half a needy beg and half a hiss. Lottie licks her lips and bares her fangs, twin points shining and full extended.

You want her fangs buried in your neck while her long fingers are buried inside you.

Lottie seems to get the idea as her eyes darken. She shifts her hands to your waist and carries you over to her bed. Down onto the many cushions you go with her on top of you. She can't stop kissing you. She can't get enough of you.

You find the hem of her shirt and tug it over her head. The second she's free, she's back kissing you again. It's hungry, pressing you back against the pillow with even the slightest touch. She's so hot.

"(Y/N)?" she groans.

"Mm?"

You dig your nails into her shoulder blades and she shudders.

"Can I...?" Her eyes sweep down your body.

She doesn't need to ask, you've wanted this since the moment you lay eyes on her. How could you not? Lottie Matthews can command a room with her smile alone. She enchants and entrances, and that's even without her vampire powers. You've wanted her since the beginning.

The vampire thing is just a bonus.

"Please."

Lottie shifts back and lifts your shirt. As she takes it off, she plants kisses up your stomach, your chest, your throat until she reaches your lips once again. Your entire body feels like it's burning alive.

You need her to touch you.

"God, you are so hot," she murmurs. "I could just eat you."

You bite her bottom lip for emphasis and tug it back. "Do it then. I'm here for the taking."

She doesn't need anymore encouraging. Lottie eagerly leans in and kisses you again. But this time, as her lip strays across her your jaw, her intent is clear. Sharp teeth tease at your skin as the hunter finds her mark.

But Lottie doesn't bite just quite yet.

She trails a hand down your stomach into your pants, finding you wet and ready for her. It doesn't take her long to find the perfect angle and then she's sinking into you.

"Fuck, Lottie!"

You arch up into her waiting mouth. She kisses your neck, just below your ear.

"God, (Y/N), I want you bad," she gasps. "You're so-!"

How can she say that as her fingers thrust in and out of you? She quickly finds a strong rhythm, curling deep inside you. Heat spreads through you until you feel like you're aflame. You're burning for her. You won't last long.

Lottie lets out a shaky exhale and her body presses against you.

"Fuck, that's it," you groan. "Just like that! Keep going, Lot, I'm so close!"

"Y-Yeah?"

Your nails find themselves in her back again and she whines, the noise sending a hot flash right through your chest. You scratch down her spine and she moans.

"So close, you're doing so well, Lottie," you gasp.

As if spurred on by your praise, she ducks her head against your skin. Her fangs caress the vulnerable expanse of your shoulder, just waiting for her moment. You know exactly when she will bite you. And you weren't lying when you said you were close.

You cry out her name as you come, drawing blood from how hard you're clutching to her back.

And Lottie sinks her teeth into your neck.

Jackie described to you what it felt like but nothing could have prepared you. No pain, no sting, just hot pleasure spreading through your entire body. Lottie drinks from you and it completely overwhelms you.

Fingers in you, teeth in you.

"L-Lottie! Oh god, Lottie!"

She drinks her fill. You can't quite tell if you're lightheaded from that, from coming, or a messy combination of both. Either way, you never felt anything like that before. Intensely euphoric and addictive.

Lottie paints your throat red with kisses, tongue lightly pressing to the weeping wounds. She groans deep in her throat.

"(Y/N)... that was..."

You know.

You released your hold from her back and flop back against her pillows. Lottie raises her head and her lips are painted blood red. You raise a hand and wipe the drop trying to roll down her chin.

"Good?"

She laughs. "More than good."

You touch your throat and your fingers come away red. Lottie flushes, embarassed at the mess she made. No matter, she will have plenty of time to clean it later. You reach a hand towards her. Lottie meekly accepts your fingers and licks them clean.

"Still hungry?"

"Uh... I... not really-!"

You hook a leg over her hips and turn the two of you. Lottie ends up sprawled beneath you, hair spread out like a dark halo. You smile down at her. Her blush is very cute for someone who is so dangerous.

"Okay. Then I guess it's my turn to feed on you," you smirk.

You have so much exposed, unmarked skin to work with. When the night is over, your claim on Lottie will be painted all over her skin.

Lottie nods. "Yes, (Y/N)... Please."

You smile.

As if you needed asking.

[teyamloving12]

Tsu’tey chasing you down while in his rut. someone has to bear his children

The Forest Chase

Warning: NSFW content (MDNI), dub-con, mentions of heat cycles, sex in the forest, fingering, tsahyelu, etc.

Pairing: Tsu'tey x Omatikaya!Reader

Synopsis: He was the predator and you were his prey that thought it could get away.

Every 3 months, it was the same exact thing except this time it would be worse. Tsu'tey was never feral during his rut but this time, Eywa had plans for him.

"...other!...Brother!...Brother!", Tsu'tey heard through his thoughts. He threw his head up to see who was calling him, only to see Jake. "Are you alright?", Jake asked with worry. It was strange to see a man like Tsu'tey distracted. Tsutey clenched onto his bow. The feeling of great lust and desire was growing stronger.

His breath began to break. He stood up quickly looking down at Jake. His eyes were burning in their sockets. His member was growing at the thought of his mate, her eyes shot towards the forest. Bingo. "I apologize Jake Sully.", he said before walking in frisky manner. Jake was confused. Why was he apologizing? Tsu'tey's mind was on you. The past night's memories flashed in his mind as he searched every nook and cranny of the forest.

He lurked in the trees like a predator, anxiously waiting for you, his prey, to appear so he could pounce. And there you were, in al your flesh and your glory. He watched as your tail wagged behind you, as your thighs and back arched as you pulled back the arrow aiming it as a fish in the water.

He was lustful.

And whatever desires he had must be fufilled and no Na'vi on Pandora could stop him. The little branch of the tree he stood in fell in the water not only alerting you but also scared the fish away. You turned around and shot the arrow into the tree. Tsu'tey missed the shot by an inch. Now he's angry. He could almost smell your cunt. Your addicting scent. The way your breasts jumped when you raised your hands to shoot at him. Now it was time to play cat and mouse.

He shot the arrow back at you. You were shocked. You spinted out of that section of the forest. Now the catch had begun. He ran through the trees. The leaves might have hit him in the face but that didnt matter. He was detsermined. He liked to see you run from him but at the same time, it angered him ferociously.

You tripped on a branch that was in your way, twisting your ankle. You screamed in pain as you grabbed your twisted ankle. His shadow was right there. You trie to use your hands to crawl away but he walked towards you. The back of your head hit on the tree. Your heart skipped multiple beats. The shadow came close by each second until you realized who it was. Your mate. But wait?

That glance in his eyes looked too familiar. He was going through his rut. You were still afraid. The Tsu'tey you knew would never do this. Tsutey fell to his knees in front of you. You flinched as he reached for your face. He stroked your cheek and finally broke the deadly silence. "Forgive me yawntutsyìp."

What did he mean? He grabbed your braids forcing your lips onto his. The kiss was hot and desperate. Your back fell to the ground while Tsu'tey climbed on top of the limp body and bounded your wrists behind his slender fingers.

He watched in delight as your tried to process what was happening at the moment. You looked like a poor rabbit caught in a trap. It made his cock painfully hard and stiff. He couldn't wait to breed you and stuff you full of his seed. He wanted to see your stomach big and round from his children and your breasts swollen from being full of milk.

"Tsu'tey, please I beg you, let's not do this here!", you shrieked under his restraints" I want you to help me, syulang," he said in his deep voice while he rubbed his other hand up and down your stomach. "With what..?" She answered. Now you were just stupid for asking that question

Tsu'tey didn't speak, not a thing. He chuckled leaving a smug look on his chiseled face and in a smooth motion, Tsu'tey's hands went straight for the prize. Your loincloth.

His fingers grazed over your clit. Unsurprisingly, your cunt was already soaked with your juices of arousal and desires. It was wrong to enjoy this but the burning flame inside of you continued to grow bigger. He plunged two of his slender fingers inside your sloppy cunt. You unconsciously grind on his fingers. Your breath became heavy. his desire continued to grow. Your moans were doing something to him. He curled his fingers, successfully locating your g-spot.

"Not hard-ahh ahh!!" You bawled out underneath him. However, your pleas fell on deaf ears as Tsu'tey's sex-filled mind was only filled with one thing and one thing only.

Breeding you. And claiming you his mate forever.

Your vision was clearly going. You only could see a blurred Tsu'tey over your body. You were about to pass out until you felt Tsu'tey harshly thrust into your pussy. "Don't pass out syulang. Take me! I know you can!', he growled. The sound of skin clapping together echoed throughout the entire forest. Your fingernails dug into the Na'vi's skin. Your legs wrapped around his slender waist.

As Tsu'tey continued with his hard fast and brutal thrusts slamming into your sensitive core that was sure to give you problems later. He saw the bulge of his huge member through your stomach, He pressed down on it. You released the most ungodly moan one could ever hear. Tsu'tey grabbed your braid and his own. He wanted to feel the bond between the both of you once again.

Tsaheylu was made and you felt even more connected to Tsu'tey than ever. You grabbed his braids forcing him to kiss you roughly. He grabbed your hips to slam you onto him even harder than before. "I want you to be the mother of all my children. My beautiful mate! Gonna get you pregnant and let them all know that you belong to me!"

You wanted to respond but your mate's cock was messing with your brain. Tsu'tey could feel he was close he began to go faster and slam his hips harder. His orgasm hit him in crashing waves as dense ropes of white painted your core with his seed. So deep within your core, you knew you would become pregnant. With his children.

He pulled out being careful not to spill out his semen. He kissed your stomach and smiled as he laid his head on it.

"I can't wait to see my children, thank you syulang."

[miscling]

The Picnic

‘Where am I? Who are you?’

Your smirk refused to answer those questions. Your hungry eyes watched me flail, but your hand caught my ankle. It held me, stronger than I could pull away from. I froze for a moment, all the will in the world to scream but no breath in my lungs to let it out.

We sat on a picnic blanket, a basket open holding the remains of a twilight lunch. You reached across it, holding me still by my bare ankle. I wasn’t naked, but barefoot. Not collared, but my wrists in heavy metal shackles.

‘I am here to hunt, my prey,’ you said, savouring my terror. ‘I’m going to have my fill tonight. But please, make it interesting.’ You let go of my ankle. ‘Run.’

My instincts took over. The command to run gripped my heart and squeezed the blood through my body. I had to get away. I had to make this interesting.

We were in the woods. I left the picnic clearing and scrambled to my feet, dashing for the nearest large tree. When I reached it, I hid behind it for a moment, feeling a need to take one last glance backwards through the dark night. The clearing was empty. You were gone. The chase had begun.

I had so many questions. I had no memory of how I got here, no memory of a picnic. I was your prey to be chased, so I ran. I slipped through mud and scraped by trees. I hopped along rocky ground to avoid the pebbles between them.

I could feel you in the air but I couldn’t see you. I knew you were nearby. The undergrowth rustled with movement without wind. Your voice mocked my attempts to escape. It only made me want to try harder, but you were faster than me. My only hope was to be smarter, to conserve my stamina. Snaking through the trees I passed by a stream, so I followed it, up towards its source. I crossed over it, letting the cool water run across my aching feet. I crossed again to loosen the mud covering my soles. Before the stream widened too much, I crossed once again.

I couldn’t feel you any more. I reached the bank of a large pond, where mossy moonlight reflected off the water. Sediment made for a soft shoreline, and I felt a moment of peace. I had escaped you.

Of course I was wrong.

‘It is a lovely night,’ you said from beside me.

A scream would have escaped my lips if not for something I couldn’t predict. A twitch of arousal. I still ran, but your hand caught my wrist and threw me onto the bank, my arm splashing in the water as you pounced on me without hesitation, driving me to the ground. Your fangs poked through your smile, and I fought you with everything I had. You tore off my clothes. I pushed you away with my arm, catching my flesh on your teeth, drawing blood. With every flailing hit I attempted your strength surpassed me. I was nothing more than prey. When your fangs found my neck I kept hitting at you, even as you gently teased at my skin with your bite. The hand that found my arousal was violent and rough, pushing into me as I pulled away, turning my mind over between conflict and surrender.

Your pleasure came first, however. Even as I fought, you took what you needed from my body, your violent arousal dismissive of my own. Each nip of your fangs and each grip of your hands cared only for letting you please yourself with my body. You sank your fangs into my flesh as you came, and I felt it too. It shuddered through your body and with each movement it travelled through your fangs into mine, and I shook with your pleasure.

You drained me of my fight and discarded me by the pond, half submerged in the water. After a moment, you spoke. ‘You are mine.’

Memory sparked at the phrase. I am yours. I was always yours. This was always your plan. I remember the picnic and being asked if I was ready. I remember the conditioning to forget. I remember agreeing to be hunted. I remember the dissatisfying sensual sex that led you to admit your need. I would let you hunt me forever, whenever your need grew again.

The water around my limp body splashed as you waded in to pull me out. You picked me up. You took me home. Soon, when I've recovered, we’ll do this again…

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[temptress-writes]

⛓️ Thrill Of The Chase

A/N: Here's my spooky Haunted House Daydream! He's... a complete freak. Not even in a good way. An asshole and a creep.

Content Warnings: stalking, blood, knives.

Sexual Content: (please read with caution!) rough, bondage with chains, sub/dom, collar play, mask kink, blood play (no drawing of blood), knife play, spitting, choking, cock-warming, slapping, degradation, and squirting.

Word Count—10k.

Enjoy!

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Red.

Crimson strobes that matched the thrum of his pounding heart. The eerie music drowned out the sound of his industrial chains dragging on the ground.

There was something beautiful about someone unsuspecting. Someone so blissfully unaware that they were in danger. Consumed by what was to come ahead of them as they pressed forward, not sensing the imminent peril about to ensue.

There was something about her. His eyes kept flickering to the skin of her thighs, exposed by the short hem of her skirt. He couldn't remember what he was doing before he saw her. His routine had been sidestepped by her. He was drawn to her, so he let his feet lag a meter or so behind her small frame, timid in the space as she walked forward.

He wasn't sure what he'd do if she looked behind her, because if she did—once she did—it was game on for him, game over for her.

She was clueless, too focused on the path directly ahead of her to even think about her surroundings. Not once did she look over her shoulder.

That was her second mistake.

The first? She'd been separated from her group of friends, left to fend for herself and navigate on her own. She didn't seem overly fazed or panicked. If he didn't know any better, he'd even say she favoured being alone. She was inquisitive, perceptive. And that was his favourite type of person. The loners with only their thoughts to keep them company, complex in their notions with how closed off they were.

But she was almost more curious without the burden of the company she had just a few minutes before when she was with her friends. That was when he saw her. Saw her shout and laugh and have fun. He was intrigued by her. He could sense something deeper behind those wild eyes and before he knew it, he was following her.

Even through the eyes of his mask, he was enticed by her beauty. Delicious and endearing, her torso encased in a tight black corset that laced up the front and made her tits look unreal and plump. She looked soft and he wanted to be rough with her. See what she'd allow him to do, see how much she could take. Her fucking thighs. They were soft and demanded to be pressed against either side of his head while he had his mouth on her.

With his movements slow and subtle, he kept following her. The two chains hung around his neck were cold and heavy against his skin, dragging on the ground as he hunted her.

It was of paramount importance that he remained unseen. For now at least. He wanted to be close to her first. To study her mannerisms, to see how she dealt with fear. He wanted to know if she'd fight. Scream. Cower. Run.

She veered right, cautiously entering a room to explore it. He smiled, knowing it was a dead end. This was his chance. She'd be looking around, searching for hidden entrances, completely distracted. He had to catch her off guard. It was now or never.

His wide frame filled the doorway, and he let the end of his chains rest on the ground with a soft clink. He knew how menacing he'd look. His face hidden and his attire daunting, terrifying.

He watched her. Ready to pounce on the prey he'd been hunting. She was still none the wiser, pulling at panels in the walls, looking under furniture. She was looking for a way and out was getting actively more and more panicked.

He could have laughed at how the little devil horns on her head completely contradicted her tense state, attached to a headband and muted burgundy.

Her nerves and uncertainty made his veins thrum. Strains of anticipation and adrenaline coursed through his body as she became more frantic. There was a stratum of arousal that simmered beneath his skin. He'd anticipated it to appear, knowing that it came to him quicker than lighting a match when he was here.

She was lost. Now, she was trapped. And she didn't even fucking know it yet.

As if in defeat, she sighed, grumbling lowly to herself about being separated from her friends. She was still facing away from him, but he could see the exact moment that she knew she wasn't alone. He could sense her awareness prickle, knowing that if he got close enough, he'd be able to see goosebumps cover her skin, her pulse quicken.

Again—he wasn't sure what his plan was once he made himself known to her. Maybe she'd scream and run. Maybe she'd beg him to tie her up in his chains and destroy her. He never knew with girls like her.

Giving up on the room that he knew was a dead end, she turned. She gasped at the sight of him, sharp and ripping through her lungs in fright. A shot of terror spread up her spine, sending her into a brief shock as she stood before him.

His face was fully obscured by a black mask, red X's where his eyes were. Two chains draped over his broad shoulders, a red leather suit that fit him well. His torso was bare, dripping in fake blood in lieu of a shirt. She could see that his neck and torso were covered in tattoos, marred by the blood that trickled down his skin.

And a collar. Black leather, worn and smeared with blood.

He didn't say or do anything, and that was somehow more terrifying. Many of the other actors got their thrills off jump scares, tailing, and chasing the visitors. But him... he was taunting her. Stood blocking her only entrance with his body.

She swallowed, her throat dry as she stared at him with wide eyes that only excited him further. Framed by black smoky eyeshadow, molten and burning

"I-I lost my friends."

Her voice was quiet and feeble. Shaky as she explained why she was alone, hoping he'd take pity on her and let her leave. Maybe even guide her way. But he didn't fucking say anything. He was reeling in her fear. How she was cowering in on herself, inwardly begging for his mercy.

As opposed to giving her an answer, or an indication that he heard her. He was silent, the music softened in the room she stood in, his shadow cast long as the red strobe lighting ensued.

This was his favourite part. The stark realisation in fearful eyes that the hunt was over. He could practically see her heart thumping against her chest rapidly.

A part of her was annoyed. She'd been dragged to this haunted house by her giddy friends, wanting to get into the full Halloween spirit. It wasn't that she didn't want to. She'd actually been looking forward to tonight, she'd even dressed up. She loved the adrenaline that came with fear, the burst of rushing excitement that propelled the body into fight or flight mode.

This haunted house was huge, offering hidden passages and scares around almost every corner, winding hallways that never seemed to end. This particular haunted house was an old abandoned mansion in the middle of nowhere, the perfect setting for the ultimate terror. It was fully furnished in antique décor, huge old paintings, and dusty bookshelves. Nightmare inducing.

But when her friends had been jump scared by a waiting man covered in fake blood and a fake chainsaw, they bolted. Leaving her stranded as she backed away from the man and ran down an adjacent hallway, rushing past a room he was in. That was when he decided that she was his prey.

She'd taken a wrong turn in a moment of panic. She hadn't wanted to stay in the same place and knew she had to keep moving. And now here she was. Stuck in this room with a masked figure blocking the exit, blood, and chains.

Was this his gag? Did he just intimidate guests as opposed to chase and scare them, as all of the others did? She'd just been chased by a man with a chainsaw a minute prior, but this man was far more terrifying. And he knew it.

Her breathing picked up, unsure of how far this actor was willing to go to get a fright out of her. Her spine straightened as his head slowly tilted to the side. She gulped, opening her mouth but nothing came out, not even the pathetic pleas that were rolling around in her chest, not daring to come up.

I'm lost.

Please, just let me pass.

Help me find my friends.

But she couldn't find the strength to push the words past her lips. Like his stare was holding her in place. She was captivated by him, past the initial fear of having him suddenly appear behind her. Now she was intrigued.

She watched as one of his hands gripped the industrial chain in his fist, wrapping it around his hand like he'd done it a million times. It was second nature. His rings jingled and clinked against the links, covered in red. He took a slow, steady, and controlled step towards her. She took one back, startled at the movement.

His head looked down, staring at her feet before his gaze leisurely veered its way to her face again. He was so silent. So daunting. Dripping blood. Flashing red. Silver chains. She could see the curls on his head, a few draped over the top of the mask and it somehow reminded her that he was simply a man behind a formidable disguise.

Once he'd taken her in properly, he sauntered towards her fully. His steps were sure and calculated. Gauging her reaction with every stride closer. Her chest was heaving with anticipation. He was away from the doorframe now and the room was wide enough that she could swerve around him and escape. But she found herself not wanting to run from him. She had been captured by him and found herself intrigued in his presence. Perhaps it was the fact that he was so silent but clearly just as curious about her.

He saw her almost relax. At least her body seemed to dissolve from its frozen state. He took another few steps forward, his chains dragging harrowingly on the ground. Her eyes didn't leave him, and gradually her fear was replaced by wonder. His eyes found those damned devil horns again.

"You took a wrong turn, little devil."

Her body was on guard as soon as he spoke. Maybe a statue of uncertainty, but she couldn't deny the way his words tingled in her spine, warm and icy at the same time. His tone was hot yet harboured a glacial bite. She didn't respond, not sure how to.

"Are you scared?" His voice was low and dangerous, the words spoken in a calm manner that sent a chill up her spine.

"No." She replied even though her voice hinted differently.

He came to stand directly in front of her, and she walked back until her back hit the wall. His chest was directly in front of her, leather parted to reveal the wet crimson that adorned it. He stepped closer, staring down at her through his ominous mask. It tilted to the side again as he studied her and she struggled to control her breathing.

"And now?" He purred, smooth and deep. "Are you scared now?"

"N-No."

"If you are," he stepped away, the door fully displayed to her, "you can leave. Any time you want."

She stood her ground, her friends forgotten. She was stubborn like this. Always wanting to prove the people around her wrong. She was curious as to where this could possibly lead. What he could lead to. She wanted to test him a little. "You're nothing to be afraid of."

He smiled devilishly behind his mask at the bite of her tone. She may think that now. He hadn't done anything remotely scary aside from having the attire that he did and shock her a little by his first appearance. But he couldn't wait to prove her wrong. He was just providing her with the out if she wanted to take it. He moved back to his previous position, directly in front of her. So close that he was the only thing she could see.

You're nothing to be afraid of.

"Not yet."

He was crowding her space, his broad frame overwhelming her senses. Any thought of leaving was long gone. Her heart was racing because of him, faster than this haunted house ever could.

"You look so pretty like this." He voiced. "Lost. Helpless."

She gulped. She wanted to see the face behind the mask. Watch his lips move as he spoke to her, see the colour of his eyes as they regarded her.

"It's okay." He crooned, his voice almost soothing while his words were anything but. "I found you."

She watched as he let the chains drop in a heap on the floor, the loud and abrasive sound of it offering no clarity of the situation. His hand came up, landing on the wall next to her head. He leaned in so close she could smell the leather and soft vanilla of him. A sweet deception, masked by blood and chains.

"What will I do with you?"

Her eyes fluttered. "Whatever you want."

He seemed taken aback by her response. A string of submissive words that he felt in his cock. Her eyes, once wide with fear, were now lulled with growing arousal. She wanted him already. She wanted this. This chase, the danger, and the terror. She'd wanted all that came with the adrenaline but something that was more than what she was expecting.

The excitement that came with the chase. The fiery, sizzling arousal that perused it as quickly as he had perused her.

She didn't even want to think about it. He'd hunted her, and she'd inwardly needed him to. To find her alone and press her against the wall just like he was now. She wanted something exhilarating and unforeseen and he'd given her the realisation of that.

"And what do you think it is that I want?"

"Me."

He smirked under his mask. Smart girl. "That's right."

"My friends will come looking for me soon." She said. It was clearly a warning. She felt frantic, felt the need to tell him for some reason she couldn't place. They had to be quick about their time together or they'd be interrupted.

"You tryna rush me?" He stepped somehow even closer.

"No! No. I-I only meant that they could walk in on us and-"

"Stop talking."

She opened her mouth to fumble out an apology but snapped her jaw shut.

"Good girl. Are you listening?"

"Yes,"

"I want you to run from me."

"From you?"

"Think of it as a fun game."

She felt a rush of excitement strike through her body, igniting her limbs and her soul. "Where do I go?"

"Anywhere you want. I'll be right behind you."

It was both a threat and a promise, laced with the prize of what she'd get once he caught her.

"Do I get a head start?"

He sighed deeply, shaking his head slowly. "You better run, little devil."

She didn't waste any time, feeling a jolt of panic at the warning in his tone. Little devil. She'd have to try to live up to the name, make him work hard for her, and provide the challenge they were both seeking.

She skirted out the door, turning in the opposite direction she'd initially come in. This haunted house was also a maze, filled with trap doors and dead ends. The setup was true to the name. Gory props, old furnishings that exaggerated faux age and misuse. It was disorientating as she tried to navigate it.

But then she heard those chains dragging on the ground behind her and it gave her all the motivation she needed.

She hurled herself down a hallway, running up a flight of stairs, entering rooms and leaving into secret passages. The floorboards were old and creaky, giving away her location as she fled. There were a few actors dotted around, stationed to scare guests but she could barely see them. She was so focused on this chase, trying to escape him so that he could catch her. She couldn't run forever and realised there was every possibility that she'd end up in the more populated center of the house.

Did she want that? Just when the real fun had started? She had to see this through. To evade him if she could, get him riled up after he'd worked hard to find her.

She looked behind her into a darkened hallway, not seeing anything. But that didn't mean that he wasn't there.

He probably knew the maze-like the back of his hand, even in the darkness. She slipped into a room, dimly lit aside from the red bulb in the center of the ceiling, flickering and swinging dangerously. There was a large window that offered the view of how isolated the house was from society, the outside world dark and eerie. It was an odd setup, an aged chair in the corner, a lot of mirrors, and hooks. The set had looked so fake at first, but now she was fully immersed in it and gulped.

"I caught you."

She jumped, not hearing him come to stand in the doorway. Her chest was heaving from running, and he was barely out of breath. Had he run at all? Seeing that she'd put in so much effort while he lulled behind and caught her with no problem made her realise just how much power he had over her. And she was fucking thriving off it.

"I could have used that head start." She gasped, staring at the X's over his eyes.

"I don't play fair, little devil. I would have caught you anyway."

His chains hung off his shoulders again, the leather of his suit hauntingly beautiful under the flickering red light. He looked untouchable. Intimidating and delicious. She wanted to run her hands through his curls, over his bloody chest, rip the mask off his face and suck on his tongue.

"I'm glad you did." She admitted freely.

"I liked watching you run from me."

"You did?"

"Seeing those perfect tits in that tiny top bounce, your skirt barely covering your ass. Dirty fucking girl. I can feel how much you like it. You enjoy the chase just as much as I did."

"I like the way it feels," she breathed out, "the excitement and anticipation of it. Knowing you'd catch me but not sure when."

He sauntered towards her. "Do you know what it did to me? Seeing you run?"

"No." And she knew that he'd enlighten her.

"Mm, it made me want to catch you," which he'd done, "tie you up and make a mess of you."

That fucking got her. Her breathing hitched for an entirely different reason, now. He'd wound her up so perfectly. Played her so that she could only grow more inquisitive. He was tapping into a part of her brain that had never been tampered with before. He held the manual to her desires, filing through and testing her.

"Then why don't you?"

He was in front of her again, the chains spilling to the floor. Her eyes went from the collar around his neck to the thick muscles underneath it. He swallowed, as if knowing her attention was there, and she watched. Wanting to taste him there.

"What's your favourite number?"

Her expression screwed up, his query totally out of the blue. "...Six."

"Six," he repeated, trialing the word on his tongue. "you say six and I stop. Do you understand? Tell me you do."

"I say six and you stop."

"Six." He reaffirmed, then his tone dropped an octave lower. "Good girl."

She was prepared to have him. To have his hands on her, playing with her and making her lose her mind. But he stepped away, tilting his head in thought before he turned around and went towards the old door. He closed it, producing an employee key before locking it. It sunk in, then. That she was in this room with this dauntless stranger, who had her chained up in his existence. Closed off from the world, on display for him and only him. Whoever he was.

Unsure of what to do, and waiting for his guidance, she stood still. He held the reigns and she was happy to listen to and obey his commands. He gathered his chains from the ground, his torso glistening as he stood in the middle of the room before veering to the wall across from her, attaching the chains to the hooks on the wall.

Their placement seemed secure enough but easy to remove if need be. He let the chains dangle, admiring them as if they were art before making his way over to her again. He stood close as if he knew just what it did to her. Having him right in front of her but not doing anything was driving her wild. She couldn't read his expressions or pick up on anything in his eyes. She was completely in the dark.

"Can I touch you?"

"Yes," she breathed out, "please."

A shiver ran up her spine as he raised a finger, trailing the pad of it delicately across her bottom lip.

"So soft."

His touch melted across to her cheek, gently cupping it before moving to the side of her neck. He squeezed it a little, gauging her reaction to having his hand apply pressure there. To his delight, her eyes fluttered and she sighed at the touch. Extending her neck out to allow him more of her.

Her eyes stayed on him. Wondering what he looked like under that mask. His voice was dark and smoky, billowing and reaching the depths of her. She wondered how expressive his eyes would be. If they'd allow her to see his thoughts before he voiced them, or if they were void and emotionless. Truly encapsulating the dangerous persona he portrayed. Or maybe this was really him. All cold chains, no warmth.

She watched as his hand ran along his chest, gathering the blood on his hand before he gripped her neck again, squeezing and spreading crimson on her skin.

"You may be the devil," He murmured. His fingers gripped her jaw, eager to see him just as red as he was. "but I make hell look like heaven."

"Show me, then."

"Is that what you want? For me to scare you?"

"It's a haunted house, I came here to be scared."

He took her hand, lacing their fingers together, spreading blood. He steered her to where he'd prepared the chains. She stood between them, a little higher up on the wall. He pressed her flat against it, watching her chest heave in anticipation.

He grabbed her wrist, his eyes not leaving her face. Wanting to gauge her reaction, make sure she was comfortable. She was at ease, riddled with intrigue and curiosity.

She'd expected to get a few jump scares tonight, not get chained up to a wall and fucked by a stranger. They didn't even know each other's names and somehow it just didn't seem important.

He wrapped the chain around her wrist, securing it with the hook on the end until it fit perfectly. She stared at the restraint with wide eyes and he tugged it until her arm was brought up and suspended. The excess rained in links to the floor.

"That too tight?" He checked in a low voice.

"No, it feels... good."

The metal was cold against her skin, cooling how heated she felt. He was pleased with her response, watching her pupils dilated with excitement as he took care of her other wrist. She was slick between her thighs, and she had been ever since he asked her if she was scared.

She was fully restrained. Completely at his disposal. Even though he was still in that mask, she could feel his hot gaze on her. Admiring how beautiful she looked under his power.

He stepped forward, bringing a leg between hers and pressing his thigh tight against her cunt. She gasped at the unexpected pressure, rolling her hips to gain some relief between her legs. Her clit throbbed against his leg, her skirt leaving little to the imagination. He could feel the heat of her as she desperately ground on his leg. He tsked, her shameless behavior making him lightheaded, wanting to prove that he was in charge.

"Desperate little thing," he retrieved his leg from between hers, "got my pants wet."

She whimpered, feeling so needy. She was throbbing between her legs, practically dripping as he gathered her wetness from his thigh with a bloodless finger that he made her suck on. She hummed, tasting herself. Her eyes didn't leave him, wanting him to see just how much she enjoyed it.

He stared at her attire, from her devil horns to her corset, to that tiny fucking skirt. As much as he loved how she looked, he wanted to see what she was hiding underneath it all. He wanted to play with her, have her shaking before he succumbed and fucked her. His cock was achingly hard and had been all night. He always was as soon as he got dressed up to come here.

Just the idea of slipping on his leather, bathing in blood, and chaining somebody up, got him so fucking turned on that it made him dizzy.

He opened one side of his jacket, producing a knife from the inner pocket. She felt a flash of panic at the sight of it, covered in fake blood. She internalised that it was just a prop, and he bent his arm, wiping the blood from the blade in the fold of his inner elbow. The handle was intricate and unique, antique gold embedded with rubies.

With a menacingly slow manner, he dragged the tip of it along her lower lip. It was a feather-light touch, cold and sharp against her.

"Are you scared now?"

She whimpered, the blade dragging down her jaw to her neck. "No."

His hidden smile grew, and he took the blade lower, trailing it across her collar bones. His gaze flickered between the knife and her eyes, enjoying the shock swimming in the wide depths of them.

She gasped when the blade dipped into the valley of her breasts, coming up to trace the swell of each one. Goosebumps blossomed in the path of it, her breathing picking up. He hummed, pressing the blade against her, a sharp sting panging where he threatened to puncture the skin. He didn't let it, using it as a way to gauge how much she was willing to let him do. She let out a soft moan, and he knew that he fucking had her.

He wanted more of her. He let the blade drag down, slicing through the ribbon of her corset that held it together in the front. With every sliver torn, more of her skin was exposed to him. He worked from the top down, sighing as her luscious tits fell free before he finally cut the entire corset from her torso.

He ripped it from her, throwing it to the ground with a soft growl. He wanted to put his hands on her but she wasn't begging for it yet. He'd have to work a little harder.

The blade circled her nipples, hardened from the cool air but more so from him. The knife flicked at them, her body melting and shaking all at once. He hummed, deep in his chest, the noise more muted because of his mask.

"You look delicious," he said, "but you're missing something."

He put the blade away in his jacket, reaching up with ringed fingers to undo the collar around his bloodied neck. He looped it around hers, tightening it until she could feel the subtle pressure of the leather.

And then he grabbed a spare chain, attaching it to the small silver hoop at the front of the collar. He gathered more blood, smearing it across her chest with a slight flourish. Her tits dripping crimson, surging under her heavy breaths.

"There we are. Perfect."

He took a step back to admire his work. She couldn't think straight, her thoughts honed in on him and him alone. On his collar around her neck and his chains around her wrists.

"I imagined you like this," he continued, "trying to run from me. Chained up, covered in blood. At my mercy with my collar around your throat."

She felt a rush of arousal spread throughout her, wet between her legs and flushing her already red chest. She'd never felt like this before. Handing over her body and trust so easily to a man she'd never seen the face of. It was a deeper connection, a desire of hers that mirrored his.

"Please..." She whispered, needing something from him. Anything. She was exposed for him and he wasn't doing anything about it.

"What?" He crooned, pleased that she'd finally found her voice. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you."

He stepped closer, tilting his head. "Where?"

"Anywhere."

"Anywhere?" His hand trailed up her thigh, brushing her clothed cunt.

She shuddered when he targeted her clit with soft pressure. "Fuck, please."

"Mm, feels like you really want me here." His tone was verging on condescending.

She moaned, rolling her hips towards his hand. He slipped his fingers past her panties, finding her warmth saturated and hot, slick against his skin and pulsing.

"Fuck, you're dripping. Pathetic little thing."

Her stomach dropped at the insult, swirling into a heat she didn't know was possible. It flourished and soared, blistering hot and tingling between her legs. She felt pathetic in the best way. Completely in his hands and thriving off it.

"More," She begged, his fingertip brushing her entrance, gathering her wetness before circling her clit.

"I'll give you more." He promised, working his hand faster. "Just need to hear you say it."

"S-Say what?"

"That you're a desperate little whore."

She softly gasped, his fingers moving against her, not quite giving her the pace nor pressure that she was craving.

"I'm a..."

He gripped the chain attached to the collar, giving it a soft tug to make her focus. "Go on."

"I'm a desperate little whore." She whispered, giving in. He already had her chained up and covered in blood.

"Do you want me to play with you, hm? Or fuck you until you cry?"

"Both, please."

He made a noise of approval, pleased by her response. She was such a good girl for him. Those devil horns had deceived him. She had fight in her, but he'd been able to capture and tame it. Wrap a collar around it and make it his.

Dropping to his knees in front of her, he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her legs, and helped her step out of it. Her boots stumbled as she righted her footing. Where her attire was fully black, her panties were bright red. He groaned, running his fingertips across the tops of her thighs.

She was so soft, so delicate. He wanted to ruin her. Marr her flesh with the blood, make her shake, mark her.

A group of people passed outside the door, screaming obnoxiously as they passed down the hallway. She jumped in shock, somehow forgetting that she was in the midst of a popular Halloween attraction. The door was locked but that did little to lessen the excitement at the idea of getting caught.

He ran his mask along her thighs, cool against her. She wanted his warmth. His mouth on her, his eyes on her. She rolled her hips out, desperately wanting him there. He was avoiding touching her there. Wanting her absolutely dripping for him.

And she was. She was a quivering mess. Whimpered at every soft touch, needing more and knowing she'd fall apart when she finally got it.

He pulled her panties down, not wanting to waste another second. He wanted to see her. Feel her. He brushed his thumb over her clit, her legs spasming at the attention. She was glistening wet and he hated how obstructed he was behind his mask.

He felt comfortable enough to remove it and expose his true identity to her, but he also liked being a mystery.

Fuck.

"I've got to taste you." He said it like he was complaining that he didn't have his mouth on her cunt yet.

His fingers delved between her folds. He deliberated, before removing his mask. His curls flopped forward into his face as he kept his head bowed, gently placing his mask to the side. It was the most care he'd shown with anything tonight.

He slowly looked up, allowing her the expanse of his features, illuminated only by the dim red light. A swinging bulb, mesmerising her just as she locked eyes with him. Surprised by the stark brightness of them, completely contrasting his voice and his words and his actions. His mind, murky and complex. His eyes were just as deep, but there was a hint of humanity in them that she hadn't had a taste of all night.

Features as fierce and sure as his confidence, he was devastatingly beautiful. A strong nose and sharp jaw. Lips plump and rosy, even under the crimson hue of lighting. Soft, tousled curls that lessened the blow of his hardened expression.

Blood. As she'd only just gotten used to his body being covered in it, it was also splattered across his face. Varying speckles dusted across his features, some dryer than others. He looked dangerous, especially now. Knife-wielding doused and sputtered in blood. On his knees, staring up at her with a hunger that should have scared her.

She'd been staring for far too long and he knew it. He even smirked a little, a lopsided one that told her he knew. She was awe-struck. And he was fucking bathing in it.

"Like what you see?" He queried, not giving her a chance to respond before his eyes settled between her legs. "I know I do."

With no warning or build-up, his tongue flashed out to lick her. Flicking against her clit gently before he enveloped it in his lips. He bit down on the sensitive bud, moaning before his tongue went to her cunt to taste her properly.

She pulled tight on the restraints around her wrists, trying to hold herself together as he started to eat her with an intensity that had her shaking. And he'd only just started.

He ate her, flicking his tongue against her clit before delving inside of her. He moaned loudly, burying his face into her, completely obsessed with how she felt and tasted. He sucked on her clit, circling and drilling his tongue against her.

She threw her head back, lost in the sensation of his mouth. Of how he moaned, adding a vibrating layer against her core. He pulled away, staring at her drenched cunt. She whimpered as he blew a stream of cool air against her clit, her legs shook and he gripped her hip to hold her steady.

He reached up, rubbing her nipple with his thumb and gathering some blood that he'd smeared there. He stared at his red thumb, in his head for a split second before he was decorating her clit with it. His brow furrowed, admiring it in awe.

She swore under her breath, reeling out of her mind. "You dirty fuck."

His eyes met hers, looking up through his eyelashes. "I'm just getting started." He assured before sucking her clit into his mouth, deftly tasting her and the blood.

He was pining to feel her on the inside, and put two fingers into his mouth to get them wet. Then he slid them into her hot cunt with a long sigh. She rippled around them, pulsing and desperate to be full of him.

He worked his mouth harder, faster. Sucking and nibbling on her clit until she could barely stand. Her head lulled back as she moaned, her arms pulling on the restraints, wishing she had fistfuls of his curls instead.

Green eyes flickered up to watch her, the red hue of the room igniting them both. She looked fucking phenomenal, her tits covered in blood, her nipples hard. His collar around her throat while she gasped out shamelessly.

But she wasn't looking at him. He wanted her eyes on him. Watching him as he fucked her with his mouth and fingers. No. He wanted her eyes. Wanted to see the look in them as she melted.

He reached up, yanking the chain attached to the collar harshly. She was forced to look down at him and she met his gaze immediately.

"Eyes on me, little devil."

He pumped his fingers, hooking them against her g-spot. She cried out, her legs buckling.

"There we go, how's that, hm? Attagirl." He praised, working her harder and harder until she was seeing stars, bleeding red and stark silver. His mouth was hot and wet around her clit, relentless and hungry.

Another group of people passed through the hallway, loud through the wood of the old door. She felt a flash of panic, a wild desire to have him now before it was too late. She could envision her friends scrambling to find her and ruin this before it had started.

She gasped out, taking in air sharply. "You have to fuck me."

He frowned, staring up at her. He hated to pull away "I'm not done."

"I need it so bad. Fuck me, make it hurt."

He growled, leaving a wet kiss on her cunt before standing. He towered over her, his lips and chin saturated from her. She reached out, licking her tongue along his chin to collect it. He groaned, so turned on. Just as he'd eaten her pussy, he kissed her messily. Wet and frantic, shameless and desperate. He broke the kiss, his bloody forehead against hers, panting.


"You want my cock, little devil?"

"Yes, I need it."

He tugged on the chain of the collar again, wrapping it around his fist to bring her closer. His jaw was clenched as he spoke through his teeth. "Desperate little whore. Say please."

"Please," she begged, the collar tight around her neck as he pulled on it, "please fuck me. I want your cock inside me. Please."

He took a solid step back with a soft noise, reaching down to pop open the single button of his pants. She watched him in wonder, slowly undoing his pants as if putting on a show for her.

"You know...." His voice was low and she felt it in her core. "I've been hard all night. Drenched in blood, wondering who I'll find to play with and make a mess of."

His pants were undone, and he shed the layer of his jacket to reveal more of himself to her. Covered in tattoos, both arms fully sleeved, his torso inked with beautiful designs far too covered in blood to depict every one.

Two ferns framed his hips and she could have liquified into a puddle at the sight. She felt fucking feral, and suddenly wish she had her hands free so she could put them all over him.

He continued, his eyes intense on hers. "And then I saw you. Thriving on the fear of being alone, desperate for a thrill. You're such a good girl, I knew you'd take anything I gave you. Now you're going to take my cock however I wanna give it to you. Fill your cunt with it, make you choke on it. It's up to me and you'll fucking endure."

"Yes." She mewled.

Fuck, he was beautiful. Diabolical and hellish. She'd never been this turned on in her life and the violent hum between her legs grew stronger with every passing second. Like he kept her orgasm teetering on the edge as opposed to it melting away into nothing.

He peeled his pants down just enough to free his cock, standing away from his body and curving up. So long and thick, wet at the tip, wrapped in veins. And as she looked closer at his length, she just about lost it at the realisation of it.

He was wearing a fucking cock ring. A matte black circle wrapped around the base, his erection prominent and throbbing. So, he loved the chase a little more than he'd initially let on. He wore something to harness the excitement of the fear he instilled in others.

And what's more? He was proud of it.

Proud of how much he'd worked her up, how much he'd scared her, how much he owned her. How he got so turned on by it all. He was infernal, wicked, and cocky and she wondered how she'd survive this.

He played with himself, taking his cock in his fist with slow pulls.

"Fuck, wished it was your pussy wrapped around me. Wanted it the first second I saw you. Seeing the look of fear in your eyes as you realised you were trapped. Tell me that I scared you."

"You scared me so much. I was terrified."

"Petrified."

"I still am." She went with it, knowing that it did something to him. Honestly, it did a lot for her, too. She was well aware of the safe word they'd initiated at the start but it was the furthest thing on her mind.

"Look at you," he crooned, "shaking. Poor little thing."

She was losing her mind, her core spasming with the need to be fucking demolished by him. He was playing with her when all she needed was him. Right that second. He grabbed a condom from his jacket, discarded on the ground.

She didn't know what to say, but he seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice, saying dirty things as the thoughts came to him.

"I'll make you wish you did a better job at running from me, little devil."

He lifted one of her legs, hitching it high up on his waist to open her up to him. Their gazes locked as he gripped his shaft, lining himself up to her warmth. He felt light headed with how hard he was and he knew they didn't have long before her friends came searching for her. There were only so many places to hide in this mansion—he would know.

He stretched her open with his cock, her walls clenching tight around his thickness. At this angle, she felt like she was being split in two in the most pleasurable way. He was so big, filling her so perfectly, so snug against the sweet spot inside of her with a delicious pressure.

His thrusts were slow at first, her cunt so tight as he pushed through. She grew accustomed to his size, her hands clawing at the chains. She heard screaming outside and kissed him, determined to feel him as intensely as she needed.

"Faster."

He obliged immediately, wanting to give her everything she needed. "Fuck, you feel unreal. This pretty little pussy- oh fuck, so good."

He felt out of it already, his mind clouded by her. She cried out as he took her harshly. Pounding her into the wall without a regard for it's integrity nor the sounds that were being made.

Fuck, she was loud. She enjoyed him. Enjoyed the chase, this game, the blood, the chains. Being at his mercy.

He'd wondered at first what she'd be like. Whether she'd be timid and shy, maybe even pretend she didn't want him. Completely brush away his game and go find her friends. 

She'd needed to be chased. Hunted. Fucked.

She was flourishing with him inside of her, with him testing her limits and pushing her outside of her comfort zone. Enlaced in a luscious, ruddy cocoon of trust and danger. The two factors overwhelmingly present and balancing each other out.

His eyes darkened with every second as he watched her, addicted to the stakes that had been handed to them.

He screwed into her, pistoning his hips until she couldn't get a breath in. The chains jingled against the wall, and he gripped the one on the collar, just because he liked seeing it on her.

"You're my little fuck toy. Chained up with nothing to do but take my big cock. You're just dripping, aren't you? Getting me all wet, squeezing me like you're about to come."

She could feel the slow swirls of her orgasm flourish, already so close from his mouth and the high he'd essentially paused because she'd begged him to. Now he was easily building it back up right where he left her.

"Ask me to play with you."

"Please play with me."

"You need me to rub your clit? Is that what you need?"

"Holy shit, rub it, rub it oh-"

He gripped her chin, smearing blood on her lips before licking it off and spitting on her clit. She moaned at how fucking dirty he was, wondering how anything even surprised her at this point. His hand reached between them, rubbing above where they were connected in expert circles.

Her toes curled, turning numb as he pushed her towards her high. He gave her an encouraging look, pumping his hips at a blinding pace.

"Yeah? Gonna come? Fucking give it to me, little devil. Go on. Show me how my good girl comes all over my cock. There we go, fucking do it."

Her orgasm boiled deep and exploded fast. She felt it in every single nerve ending in her body, and the blood rushed to her ears so violently that she didn't even know how loud she was screaming. Her eyes screwed shut and she felt the collar tighten as he pulled on it.

With the force of it, her legs gave out and he picked her up, his hips not faltering as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He kept her pressed against the wall, taking her through her shattering orgasm that drenched his thighs, just about pushing his cock out with the burst of fluid that erupted around it.

"Fuck, you're squirting all over me and I'm the dirty one?" His voice had that condescending tone and she gasped as he jerked the chain on the collar. "Filthy bitch. Give me another one."

She was so overwhelmed, so sensitive from her orgasm and she looked bewildered at his demand. "I can't-"

"Yes, you fucking can."

He wasn't sure how long they'd been gone but her friends had to be growing concerned. Even getting lost on her own, she'd be found eventually. He wanted her there again. Coming on his dick. He was losing his mind over her and he'd fuck her twice as hard if it meant she'd get him wet all over again.

Placing her down on her shaking legs, he turned her, making sure her arms didn't get twisted in the chains. They were loose enough for him to turn her around with ease. He removed the cock ring with care, making sure the condom stayed in place. Her chest pressed against the wall, and he grabbed her hips with jeweled fingers, pulling her ass back so he could slide back into her.

He growled, slapping her ass so hard that his handprint formed. He spat on it, fucking her so hard she couldn't take a breath in. She near on sobbed, unable to handle how good he fucked. How he knew the exact angle and pace.

"Fuck- please, I-"

He grabbed her hair in a tight fist, bringing her head back so he could put his lips to her ear and spout his thoughts into it. "Can't handle it, baby? You wanna run?"

"N-No!"

"No, you love this cock. Fuckin' built to take all of me, I fill you up so perfectly. You ever been fucked like this? Bet you haven't, fucking gripping my cock like you've never been fucked this good."

She couldn't breathe properly, his thrusts so deep and hard that she could do nothing but take him. He was animalistic with how he fucked her, unrelenting. Making her endure.

He was right. She'd never been fucked this good. This raw and dirty and brazen. He knew he body so well, as if he'd been acquainted with it for longer than tonight. He knew exactly how to look after her, make her fucking fall apart for him.

She was close again, his cock massaging her g-spot so well, and he reached down, pressing his hand against her abdomen. So he could feel his cock demolish her from the inside out, and with the added pressure of his hand, she just about sobbed at how good it felt. His front pressed tight against her back, smearing blood.

There was a jostle against the door, maybe someone passing and wondering if the room was available to explore. He felt a dizzying rush to get her there again. He knew he himself wouldn't last long and he grit his teeth, pulling the chain on the collar until she gasped.

Her wrists were burning with how the chains had strained against her skin and she pulled at them desperately, needing her hands on him. "I need to touch you, please unchain me. Let me put my hands on you."

"Fuck."

He reached up to loosen the chains, freeing her hands. She wrapped one back around his neck, fisting his curls with a harsh first, pulling. His little devil, free of the restraints he had her in. She smacked the other hand to the wall, clawing at the wallpaper as she took the onslaught of his cock. Crying out, so overwhelmed by him.

"I want you to fucking cry for me." He snarled. "Scared little whore, get wet on my cock again."

His hand slipped south, getting her clit again. She cried out, her legs threatening to crumble beneath her but he held her up.

"Oh fuck."

"That's it. Give it to me, little devil. Fucking come all over me."

"Right there, harder please please don't stop."

"Yeah? Like that?"

"Yes, so good." She sobbed.

He fucked her harder, his hand pulling on the collar so that her head was resting on his shoulder. He kissed her, sucking on her tongue while he drove her to the brink of bliss. He growled, biting her tongue while his fingers swirled against her clit. She was so blissed out, dripping blood from where he'd decorated her with it.

"Dirty fuckin' slut, covered in blood while I destroy your cunt."

Her eyes were solely on him as he took her, and his hand melted from the chain to her jaw, cupping it harshly before slapping her cheek. The sharp sting ignited something inside of her and setting her off.

Her orgasm was just as wet as the first, explosive and shattering. She screamed out, her jaw dropped in euphoria and he took the opportunity to spit on her tongue. She swallowed mindlessly, humming as he kissed her. She shook violently, relying on him to hold her up.

He turned her around as she came down, her legs wrapped around his waist. He slipped his hand down, taking her warmth again. He slammed his hips into her, his cock pulsing inside of her, threatening to release at how good she felt.

"You feel so good," he growled through his teeth, "so wet and desperate for me. Letting me do whatever the fuck I want to you. Chase you, chain you up and use you. You made a fucking mess, little devil. Flooding my cock when you come- fuck, so sexy."

His thrusts became staggered, his body tingling as his orgasm brewed. He pulled away, his abs flexing as he pounded into her. She scratched down his shoulders and chest, smearing blood, maybe even drawing some of his own. She couldn't tell.

He kissed her, messy and wet, grabbing a hold of the collar where it was tight around her neck and using every ounce of strength he had to fucking destroy her. She shouted at how rough he took her in those last few moments before his orgasm hit.

"Wait, wai-"

"What?" He yelled, vexed and not stopping.

"Finish in me, fill me with your cum. I'm clean, I'm on the pill. Tell me you're clean and come inside me." Her tone was desperate and panicked, and he didn't stop taking her. Her suggestion had him near on fucking spiralling. Like she needed him to claim her just as much as he did.

"F-Fuck, I'm clean."

He placed her on her wobbly legs, removing the condom and grabbing her leg to hitch it high on his hip. She felt even more unreal without the disruption of the latex and he screwed into her hard and fast, first chasing her, now chasing his high.

She gasped at the intensity of him, clawing at his arms to keep steady. He growled out dirty shit that made her blush. Telling her how tight she was, how he wanted to fuck her again, chain her up again and fuck her throat.

He told her how he'd wanted to destroy her the second he laid eyes on her. He commented on her deadly corset and the tiny skirt she'd worn. Those fucking devil horns on her head. His collar wrapped around her throat, hidden by his hand as he choked her.

The lights strobed electric red, her eyes wide in awe as he became almost animalistic with how his orgasm rocked through him. He rumbled out moans, deep and rolling as his cum filled her trembling cunt.

"Yes, good fucking girl. Take me all, take every fucking drop." His voice was so fucking deep that she felt the low octave in the walls. He was everywhere. Like he encapsulated the mystery and terror of the whole house. Becoming one with it.

He buried his head into her neck, biting into the leather of the collar as his high subsided. Milky and dreamy wisps of it licking at the outer edges of him, melting into sweet nothings.

They clung to each other, the reality of what had just happened setting in. Crimson, heavy metal chains and unabashed pleasure and explorations.

She sank to her knees, taking his softening cock into her mouth and holding him there. Sucking off his cum as it leaked from her cunt. Cleaning him and thanking him with her mouth. He groaned as she buried him down her throat, her nose pressed into the dark hair at the base of his cock.

He revelled in her warmth, allowing her to hold his spent cock in her mouth for a time. He felt cherished by her. And she loved the taste of him.

As if they needed the reminder of where they were, the door handle jiggled as someone tried to enter, though quickly giving up and moving on.

She was brought back to her senses, and knew she'd been missing for far too long.

"You should leave." He spoke, pulling away to stare at her. It was as if he'd been reading her thoughts. But he didn't plan on getting caught tonight. He'd pushed his luck being with her as long as he had.

She felt disorientated. She wasn't sure how long she'd been with him. Like it had been fleeting yet eternal at the same time.

Her corset wasn't easy to salvage, and she used as much of what remained of the ribbon to keep it closed before pulling her skirt back on. When she faced him again, he was fully dressed in his leather suit, his mask placed back over his face. The façade recovered, as if it had never been removed.

He disconnected the chain from her neck and wrapped it around his wrist, and as she reached for the collar to remove it, he stopped her.

"Keep it, little devil."

She raised a brow. "What, like some sort of souvenir?"

He leaned in close to her ear, his voice deep and muted behind the mask. "Maybe I'll find you and take it back one day."

Her mind was staggered and cloudy and somehow he made sense. Like she'd need the reminder. Maybe slip on the collar during those times when she'd wish it was his hand instead.

He unlocked the door, and she could hear commotion around the house that hadn't stopped since she'd been chained up. He didn't follow her, instead moving to stand by the window.

"You were right."

"About what?"

"You do make hell look like heaven. But your hell felt heavenly."

He didn't respond, but she knew he'd be giving her a lopsided smirk. A cocky one that told her that her words fuelled that ego of his. She slipped into the hallway, trying to navigate the maze and find her way back to the entrance.

She could hear screaming, and that wasn't unusual. But these screams were piercing. Deeper than a shock or sudden fright. These were screeches of pain and terror.

The house was easier to decipher once she wasn't being chased, and she noticed that the hallways were empty now. She reached the hallway that led to the grand staircase, and with the fiery strobe of the building, saw hints of flashing blue that told her something wasn't right.

She turned, her eyes finding the entrance wide open. Crowds were strangling the throat of the door, commotion and disturbance abundant in every soul. The source of the additional lights came from a few police cruisers outside, and she spied officers questioning people tucked to the side of the room.

Her friends called out to her, beyond relieved that she was safe. She should have felt the same but she was perplexed. What the fuck was going on? Why were there police here? In the middle of nowhere?

"What's going on?" She asked once they'd hugged her and berated her on her whereabouts. She avoided all questions, far too caught up in what was happening around her.

"A couple of girls found two dead employees in the attic."

"What?"

"Yeah, they thought they were acting. Slashed throats, apparently. Lots of blood."

Before she could press for further information, everyone was ushered outside by the authorities. She felt numb. She should have been terrified, panicked. Anything. But the overall shock of the night was making her mind murky. She couldn't fathom this. Two people had been fucking killed in the same house that she'd been wondering around alone in. 

Slashed throats. Lots of blood.

And here she was, unable to tell her friends where her collar came from and unable to say where she'd been all that time.

As they found themselves outside, she stared back at the house as if it were a monster. Swallowing lives, winding mazes with mystery and paradox. As if every piece of wood and brick and plaster that made up its rooms, hidden entrances and dead ends was to blame.

Had he taken their lives, and then played with hers?

She stared up, finding the window of the room she'd been chained up in. And he was there. The silhouette of his menacing figure prominent, for her eyes alone. A cop approached her, wary of the glassy look in her eyes.

"Every other worker and visitor is accounted for, boss." Another cop said lowly to him, and she watched them exchange looks.

He flashed a torch on her face, trying to capture her attention but she wasn't entirely present. He narrowed his eyes, thinking she was perhaps in shock.

"Did you see anything tonight, ma'am? Anything suspicious or unusual?"

Her eyes flickered back up to the window. He was gone. A fleeting mirage. A phantom of her desires. The touch of his blade more real than he was, cutting her open and spilling out her inhabitations until she was his.

"No, sir. I didn't see anything."

[strawberrieslovethere]

Be my bunny

The smut nuns will probably shoot me for this.Oh well...NSFT MDNI⚠️. Vergil x reader

not proofread!

Warnings: sex, predator/prey kink, oral,Dom Verg.sub reader, plug,spanking.

"If I catch you, your gonna have to be my bunny." Being fair he gives you a head start. You run as fast as you can, then when you think it's come to the time when he'll start his pursuit, you hide behind a tree you've been eyeing several yards ago. You shiver as you close your eyes. Trying to calm your breathing and try to slow your heart rate as he has extraordinary hearing.Head down your pigtails falling to your face. You slowly open your eyes. There before you is Vergil kneeling with a grin on his face, looking like a big cat about to pounce on  their prey. You can't help but shriek and jump up, running as fast as you can.But of course even though you ran ahead of him, right in front of you were Vergils tricking so that it looks as though there are many of him approaching you. You scream and he already has you over his shoulder. Your legs kick weakly although you both knew this was done in vain.he spanks your ass  "Got you." now rubbing your ass he steps  forward. Your legs go limp"Your mine little bunny" He says as he uses Yamato to portal back inside. Your still a little worked up after the chase huffing, adrenaline still pumping. Your core is hot with arousal and as he sets you down he says" Bend over bunny"you do as he says. He kneels In front of you "I've got you now bunny." His voice and those words turn you on ever more. knowing he's got some wicked plans. He pats your head and rubs your cheek and pushes his thick fingers in your mouth, you suck as he fingers your mouth.His fingers are big and calloused yet have a smooth quality.He removes them "Now suck" and you feel cold metal slide in your mouth. Not knowing what it is even is, you just do as your told.You suck on the cold steel for a moment until he's satisfied. "Good bunny" he goes behind you and pulls down your undies and skirt your cunts dripping down to your clit.You whine as he takes the steel plug and rubs it in your juices till its lubed up properly. He starts working the cotton tale plug in your ass using light thrusts and screwing it in slightly as it slides all the way in you wimper and whine.You look just like a little white cottontail bunny with your white knee high socks your hair reminiscent of bunny ears.He bites your ass cheek firmly but soft  and you mewl. You slightly wave your tail, rolling your hips softly. "Be good bunny" he slaps your ass you whine as your ass cheeks jiggle the plugin your tight ass. You squeak, your sticky juice is dripping slowly off your mound. He unzips his pants his cock is hard and dripping precum hes sitting on the bed "Be a good bunny and suck" You gladly oblige and suck and lick the tip with small up and down laps, Verg tastes so good. then suck up and down his shaft twice then you jam it straight to your throat. He grunts and growls in pleasure. U wimper the hum from your throat vibrates his dick you jerk him in your mouth and lick circles around the head

"I'm gonna eat you now too bunny" he picks you up and flips you around in the air as he lays back so that your pussy is at his mouth and his cock is still at yours."I told you to suck he slaps your ass hard."  You cry out and suck him again.He tells you sit, you obey he licks your slit up and down and gently nibbles your clit you whine and you suck then flick his cock with your tongue and Jack him sucking with the motion. "Mmm,so good," as he drinks your juices then he uses his finger sliding it in and out then adds another finger and is buried knuckles deep while sucking your clit he slides his long thick fingers in and out.You both get in the same pace of thrusts."Such a tight pussy" he purrs you cry and mewl as he tugs on your tail, pussy and ass squeezing even more when he does . He spanks your ass. "Good little bunny"

He rolls you off and has you bent over the bed "Now I'm gonna pound this pussy." "Vergil " You mewl from him tugging your tail it wont budge from how tight you are it causes you to jolt as he pushes his cock in your slippery pussy  and slams it in till he's all deep in. His balls resting on your clit you  gasp and whine.He starts slow at first you coo each time his cock goes all the way in then he relentlessly starts jackhammering your pussy as you cry out and scream he grabs your arms and holds your wrists together as he beats your insides with his huge cock.His heavy balls slapping your clit each time. He sees your eyes tear up when your head is turned to the side pressed to the sheet "It is too much bunny? Take it" He slaps your ass and the overwelming stimulation your getting sets you over, you cum squealing his name "vergil!"

milking his cock proves to much for him he hisses through his teeth and growls low in his throat  "So fuckin tight bunny"he says in a strangled growl he pounds you slowing slightly as he chases that high his cock pumps hot cum deep inside. You feel every shot of his load and it gushes out and down his balls.Hes huffing and your still making whimpering sounds."Your mine bunny. His cock is still hard he starts rutting his cock back in while he grips your hips occasionally playing with your tale grunting and panting. Everytime you scream out he slaps your ass. "Vergil!" Slap "Mine. " he grunts as he pounds you to Cumming. He yanks on your tail as you cum hard and it is just stuck from your clamping muscles.

He lays back and your now sitting reverse cowgirl as he bounces you up and down on his cock. You squeak your mind hazy from getting fucked hard."Bounce bunny" you try your best to bounce your rubbing your clit reminding yourself that you need to bounce up and down.However it becomes mostly him who bounces you up as he watches your cunt take his cock hes holding your hips bucking his hips up. your bouncing from him slamming you deep your a whining squeaking mess and he grunts and growls as he feels your pussy tighten "Cum bunny" he orders his voice a distorted strain,and you do your pussy clamping his cock and your fingers still at your clit but easing off a bit at your release. His grip onto your hips so tight it leaves marks.He busts his nut deep within you, the vast amount of your mixed juices trickle out onto him and the bed.

[tiny-cloud-dragon]

What are TCD's favorite things to watch on TV? Does he re-enact scenes later? Does he ever get excited and POUNCE on the screen when a prey animal shows up?

Favorite things to watch on TV...hmmm...

Tiny Cloud dragon loves watching a variety of things. He loves fantasy movies best. Brave warriors, magical creatures, mystical lands, etc. He will go about the house, dressed in a handkerchief 'cloak', with a little stick 'sword', and reenact his favorite scenes or make up his own adventures.

He does get a little too excited when something shoots, zips, flutters, or rolls across the screen. He can't help it, he has to pounce. It's just instinct!

He also likes watching arts and crafts shows. They give him ideas for renovating and decorating his nest, or building castles for his movie reenactment. He develops a hyperfixation with LARPing, much to Zack and Genesis' delight. Angeal decides to make his costumes because they have to look authentic. Can't have a king LARPing in a costume that looks like it came off Wish!

Tiny Cloud dragon isn't really a sports fan, but he can't resist watching whatever game Zack has on TV. He does tend to be a tiny bit of a nuisance though. He keeps randomly jumping at the screen, or chasing the ball from one side of the screen to the other, trying his best to catch it.

The SOLDIERs all agree that it's humorous and adorable, if a bit annoying. And they all were in 100% agreement that ping pong tournaments were forever banned from viewing after Tiny Cloud dragon almost shook his little brain right out trying to follow the ball.

[punkyarabella]

The Line

Summary: You claim that you like being scared, Bucky obliges.

Warnings: spooky, steamy but no smut

1400 words

Masterlist

You are sitting on the couch, facing the TV when Bucky steps into the common room. You jump and turn to look at him, a hand on your heart and your eyes wild.

"Jesus, you scared the crap out of me!" You chuckle breathlessly, and he can hear your heart pounding from across the room.

He glances at the screen in front of you, where a man is getting chased by a shadow in the woods, ominous music blaring through the speakers.

"You're the one watching scary movies in the middle of the night," Bucky tilts his head, "again. No wonder you can't sleep."

It's the fourth time this month that he caught you in this situation. Always late at night, alone, watching some gory movie, with your heart pounding and your breathing loud. It's on the second night that he noticed how much he liked the sight.

"I like being spooked," you shrug, smiling at him over the back of the couch, "it's just a movie, I'm not in actual danger."

Bucky chuckles at that, wondering if he could make you feel that way. It's a twisted thought, but it makes his body buzz with anticipation.

Two days later, Bucky watches you disappear behind the tree line, and he slides the hood of his black sweatshirt over his head. Following close behind, he moves like a cat around the trees, biding his time. He has been trained for this, he knows how to not be noticed. But he wants you scared, he wants to make your heart race, to make you feel the same way as those movies do. So he steps on a twig.

Your head snaps in his direction, but he's well hidden, and he watches you scan your surrounding. After a second or two, you keep moving, probably thinking it was an animal. So he gets closer to you, and ruffles some leaves from a bush. You stop again, this time stepping closer. He stays hidden, and he can feel his stomach twisting from the adrenaline.

The Winter Soldier had to do this a lot. Stalk an unsuspecting person, not making his presence known until the final moment, when he would be ready to strike. But the Winter Soldier never felt a thing.

Now, he can hear his heart beat speed up, much like yours is surely doing too. Your eyes grow worried as you keep checking over your shoulder, and each time you do, the pit in his stomach grows as he dives behind a tree to hide.

You keep walking though, further and further away from the safe compound, and he can't help but chuckle at your lack of survival skills. You're an easy prey. You unknowingly give him many opportunities to pounce, but he takes his time. He doesn't want you to be worried, he wants the adrenaline to rush through your veins, and he wants you to be afraid for your life. Another snapped twig, heavy footsteps here and there and he can almost see your chest heave as the panic rises.

Bucky eventually decides to step it up. He lets you take a bit more distance, before standing right in the middle of the path you just took, his hood pulled low over his face, hands buried in his pockets. This time, he doesn't have to make a noise for you to look back in his direction.

Your eyes grow wide as you spot the threatening silhouette behind you, and a smirk grows on his lips. Why does he like it so much? You are his friend, and he is enjoying the look of panic on your face. He can guess how tight your muscles are, as you stand still for a second, paralyzed by fear.

Then you take off running in the opposite direction. He is still smiling as he chases after you, quickly catching up. You check behind you and as you see him get closer, you let out a yelp that goes straight into his pants. His brow furrows for a second, but he doesn't stop running. That's a new sensation, and he is willing to go with it. It seems that he likes to scare you just as much as you like to be scared.

He knows that right now, you are actually scared. This is not the same thing as watching a serial killer through a screen, from the comfort of a soft couch. You are actually running for your life, chased by a stranger through the woods. But as soon as Bucky lets you know that it's only him - although still a serial killer technically, you will be fine. Maybe you will be mad at him for a few moments, but you are not in actual danger.

He can hear your breathing getting louder above the sound of your feet on the forest floor, so he stops and hides behind a tree again. After a few seconds, you check above your shoulder and stops to a halt when you can't see anyone behind you anymore. He watches you spin on yourself, trying to spot anything through the thick foliage, as your chest rises with each ragged breath, your eyes wild and some hair stuck to your face with sweat.

Stepping through the bushes and around the trees, like he is part of the forest itself, Bucky makes his way around you without a single noise. When you spin around again, he is suddenly standing right here, mere inches from your face, his own still hidden by his hood. You let out a blood-curdling scream, but Bucky quickly presses his vibranium hand on your mouth, pushing you against the trunk of the closest tree.

His body molds into yours, and he can feel your heart threatening to rip through your ribcage, just as much as he can feel his hard length pushing against your thigh. Your hands hit his shoulders, trying to push him away unsuccessfully. Your eyes fall on the metal pressed against your lips and now you look angry, although your body relaxes in his arms. He grins and frees your mouth.

"Bucky?!" You pant, landing another hit on his left shoulder.

"Hi," he chuckles, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt off his hair.

"What is wrong with you?!" You yell, writhing against his hands, but his hold gets tighter, keeping you trapped between his hard body and the tree. "I thought I was about to die!"

"I'm sorry," that's a lie, "you said you liked being scared. I thought I'd check if you really meant it," he shrugs, a shit-eating grin still stuck to his face.

"Fuck," you breathe out, letting your head hit the rough bark, as your chest keeps heaving to help you calm down. You shift against him, and a spark flashes in your eyes, the hint of a smirk gracing your lips. "Seems like you liked scaring me."

His smile drops and the air suddenly feels heavier around Bucky, as he lets his eyes roam your exposed neck, glistening with sweat, down to your breasts pressing against his chest with each breath. He can actually see your heart still pounding. His own rush of adrenaline is still running through his veins, and he should definitely step away from you, before stepping over the line.

But your hands are now fisting his black hoodie on his shoulders, keeping him in place against you as you try to ground yourself and get a hold of your breathing. That is when the smell hits him. Among the salty notes of your sweat and your flowery shampoo, he finds something sweeter, even more you. You don't simply like being scared, it turns you on.

"What are you going to do now that you've caught me?" You bite your bottom lip and his eyes found yours, a lot darker that they were a second ago.

She's your friend, she's your friend, she's your friend... The voice keeps chanting in his head, but it gets quieter and quieter. It's silenced completely when you grind your hips against his. Fuck the line, jump over it.

Bucky glances at your lips and it's your only warning before he kisses you.

[inneedofsupervision]

Marvel Tickle Headcanons (Part 1)

(Tbh, I'm kinda unsure how to write headcanons. Also, I don't really wanna write headcanons everyone has read like, fourty times before, so this is me trying to be kinda original? Yeah, no idea if this works, probably going to figure out how this goes by your reactions.)

Headcanons for Bucky, Steve, Peter and Tony under the Cut.

Bucky

Before the "brainwashed by Hydra to be an assassin and get frozen like a popsicle thing", tickling had been a common thing in Bucky's everyday life. With a stubborn friend like Steve, whose health seems to always be on edge between coming down with something and fighting being underweight and asthmatic, Bucky had to get creative to not hurt his skinny and sickly friend without using too much rough love.

He knows to read someone very well, figuring out quickly what spots to go for and what techniques to use to get someone to submit, or in Steve's case, not get his skinny ass kicked by picking a fight with the neighborhood hooligans. Now that these times are a blink of the past and he can go full-on tickle monster on his very healthy friend, Bucky uses all the weak spots he can find to make a quick process. Someone might think he would be ruthless in his attacks, but the former assassin is anything but. He goes all out on chasing after someone and growling before pouncing on his prey like a predator, but while tickling someone, he keeps a close eye on every reaction. He slows down or stops catching any sign of exhaustion or discomfort. But that also means that pleading won't make him stop when he knows his victim isn't even near their limit (rip Peter and Steve).

The only people trying and succeeding in tickling him are Steve (pretty obvious). And to some people's surprise, Sam and Clint, although the latter two never approach Bucky alone but always have Steve with them, maybe for their safety or to sacrifice the blond, no one knows Bucky is pleased with grabbing the closest person he can get his hands on. Although he doesn't actively go for it, tickling is such a harmless, silly little thing that Bucky doesn't even mind much when someone tries to do it to him (and fails most of the time). It makes him feel included in this new world, gifting him a moment to feel like the man from Brooklyn who looks out for his dumb and heroic friend and goofs around like anyone else.

Steve

In the past, he hated getting tickled. Okay, maybe not hated, but it sucked to be so easily overpowered by that smug punk he calls a friend. After the serum did its number on him, providing him with a significant boost of enhancements and getting rid of his poor health, his view on tickling changed. Not drastically, as it still sucks when Bucky towers him with his lips pulled into a smirk and his hands digging into his ribs, but now he could fight back. And he does fight back. No one else probably fights back as much in a tickle fight as Steve Grant Rogers, and not because the feeling of getting tickled bothers him that much, and he hates it, but simply because he finally can.

If anyone tries tickling Steve Rogers, they can be 100% sure he will retaliate. And he will be smug about it. Very much. Things most of the time escalate in a full-blown tickle fight, with a bit of roughhousing and wrestling on the floor or training mats before he pins his victim down and unleashes one hell of an attack. He will tease and stop to ask what's so funny, only to go right in before the poor person under him can answer. Despite being Captain America and showcasing a strict image of a leader to the public, he can be relatively playful. If in the right mood, sitting next to Steve at movie night can turn into quite an experience (rip Peter and his naive soul).

Tony

Tony Stark hates getting tickled. And not the hate as in he slaps the offending hand away with a laugh, but seriously cannot stand being touched that way. Tony didn't carry any childhood memories of his parents being playful with him in that way, and being the son of Howard Stark put him in too much risk to be out as a child to make friends who could provide that kind of experience. He grew up receiving meager love and affection through touch. His first experience getting tickled came with growing closer to his assigned roommate at MIT, who quickly became a fusion of older brother, babysitter, and his best and only friend.

After Afghanistan, Tony's aversion to being touched skyrocketed. The billionaire has no problem stepping into the personal space of others. But any surprising touches or growing close to stepping onto his circle of personal space makes him flee the scene or make a snappish quip, quickly reminding the person that he's the one messing but will be the last person you messed with. The only people he is okay with being touched by are his best friends, Rhodey and Happy, his fiancee, Pepper, and the annoyingly likable intern who crawled right into Tony's small ring of favorite people, Peter Parker. The rest of the Avengers and him are close. A pat on the back and a squeeze of the wrist and shoulder are okay with him, but everything above that is strictly out of the question. Tony needs to be in control of the situation.

As mentioned, getting into other's personal space isn't much of a problem for Tony. Stepping a little closer than needed (Steve), leaning over someone's legs to snatch the remote away and change channels (Sam), flicking someone against the forehead (Clint), nudging someone his elbow in the side to reach the freshly brewed coffee before them (Bruce), all of these are no problem for the eccentric man.

It isn't surprising that Peter Parker would fall victim to Tony's quirks of ignoring people's personal space sooner or later. With a teenager who can get caught up in whatever little project he is working on as much as Tony, the latter learns a simple "Peter?" doesn't do much to get the kid's attention. A poke results in a jump, a simple question to a quip, and a knowing grin into a wild chase that ends with a pretty one-sided tickle fight on the old couch near the wall. Tony doesn't hold back from pointing out how different actions cause different reactions, effortlessly remembering what he needs to do to get the desired effect from the kid wriggling under him, giggling his head off. Despite not having experience, the kid tells him every time he is the most evil tickler that walks on earth, resulting in Tony smirking and Peter gulping, having dug his own grave. Tony knows the kid is humoring him, having heard the hilarious screeches the kid does when Barnes gets his hands on him, but he feels weirdly warm at the thought that Peter let him have this.

Peter

Peter Parker is many things. A good student and nephew. A great intern and an even better vigilante. But he's also clumsy and a terrible liar, which is a bad combination when being as ticklish and currently at the mercy of his mentor. Having Tony know about being ticklish made Peter want to yeet himself off the tower without his web shooters. Peter had been tickled often by his aunt and uncle. It also happened in playfights with Ned when they were younger and sometimes even now when feeling particularly energetic and a little too hyped-up through sugar and energy drinks. To Peter, tickling is just another form of affection, like hugging or running a hand through his curls, although a lot more playful. He likes receiving affection, melting in hugs, and grinning when an arm gets thrown around his shoulder. What leaves him embarrassed is the teasing that comes with it. Getting pointed out how much he's giggling, or how wide his smile grows was like pouring fuel into the fire. Getting smirked at and having the person tickling him laugh with him didn't help much either, leaving the teen curling up and trying to hide his reddening face while his shoulder shook with laughter. The teen is practically ticklish everywhere once he registers what kind of position he's in. Sometimes, Peter suspects his spidey sense is making the effect the touches have on him made it worse, but it wasn't like he could test that theory.

Peter is quick to figure out what to do to get people to laugh, having gained experience over the years playing with Ned. But the kid isn't the type to pin someone down and tickle them mercilessly for minutes. He will let up but won't let the other person get revenge without some playfighting and getting chased around. He is also not below sticking to the ceiling if that means delaying getting wrecked by whoever he made chase after him.

[yanderes-galore]

Please make a yandere concept of a triple stryke

Here's some more overprotective dragon content :)

Yandere! Triple Stryke Concept

Pairing: Animal/Pet-Like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Protective dragon, Possessive behavior, Violence, Venom, Murder, Kidnapping, Drugging.

Let's talk about the Triple Stryke's behavior and abilities first.

Triple Strykes are merciless and are usually fighters.

Their extremely confident and intimidating with their looks and strength.

A flaw of theirs is being too arrogant, a trait that can be used against them in battle.

They love to flaunt their abilities when they fight.

They are ruthless and persistent, not usually willing to back down from a fight due to their affinity with fighting.

Triple Strykes aren't all merciless killers, they will repay a favor when it is needed.

These dragons are difficult to train due to their tendency to fight.

Yet they can be trained since a hatchling or if you make them indebted to you by saving their life or sparing them in battle.

Triple Strykes are known for their stingers and their unique venom.

One venom numbs, the second produces hallucinogens, the third creates a sensation like your blood is burning.

These dragons share traits with scorpions and snakes.

They have stingers and can rattle them as a warning.

These dragons are fast and agile, even being capable of taking on a Night Fury such as Toothless.

It would be a difficult task to get one of these dragons to obsess over you yet they will cause issues once they are.

Triple Strykes are capable of being respectful but tend to challenge those around you.

These dragons are a protective species and will quickly turn to violence if they feel their human is threatened.

Their speed, agility, venom, and firepower make them fearsome.

That all with their persistent nature makes them difficult to control and get rid of.

Triple Stryke seem like the type of dragon to play fight with their human.

They do the typical nuzzling and playing other dragon types do, leaning into your touch when you pet them and everything.

They don't do that type of affection as often as other dragons but do enjoy play fighting/play hunting.

They don't try to hurt you but will playfully pounce or stalk you to play.

I'd imagine this because they tend to lean towards fighting in their nature.

They'll lick your face afterwards and feel bad if they hurt you.

Their venom could come handy during an obsession, it's an issue for you and those around you unfortunately.

A Triple Stryke would only use their first two venoms against you if they felt they had to.

Those deemed an enemy or a rival are given all three.

A Triple Stryke would only use their venom against you if you fought against them.

I'd imagine at times these dragons get controlling, expecting they and their human to "meet in the middle" all the time.

These dragons do not hesitate to kill if they are jealous or feel threatened.

There's warning signs, like if they see a human or dragon they don't like near you they'll shake their tails to produce a rattle.

If no one backs off from you, it's free game.

Triple Strykes would be brutal in taking down prey, tackling them and stinging them with all three types of venom.

They then wait, watching their prey writhe.

When they're done they'll end it, a blast of fire coming from their mouths to get rid of the threat.

They don't care if you fear them after that or scold them.

They do care when you run.

A Triple Stryke fears abandonment from their human even they are not usually around the species.

So they'll give chase, making this a more intense form of your "play hunts".

When they catch you they'll give you a dose of the numbing venom.

If that's not enough, they'll give you the hallucinogenic venom to keep you docile.

I imagine after this they'd kidnap you and keep you in isolation, making a home for you both as they figure out how to take care of you.

It's in their nature to be brutal to those they see as challengers/rivals.

Especially if they feel they're defending you.

I'd imagine they're also stubborn and would try to justify the fact they killed something.

More like someone, because another dragon would make sense... you may begin to fear them after that a little. Until they kill a human.

They feel they're in the right even if you don't.

Triple Strykes would then keep their human in a next they made and challenge anything around the area.

They're originally upset that you fear their behavior.

But they try to reassure you they know what's best by showering you in as much affection a dragon can give.

Compared to most dragons, these dragons could be considered dangerous when they have an person of their desire.

Luckily it's difficult to get them to obsess over you.

[floreatetona]

Have a Pirate Fairy fanfic bc I can't be fucked to clean my room. James x Zarina, suggestive.

James had always been a little too good at pretending he was happy. Par for the course, considering his history. Even now, as he ran a brush through his captain's hair, he was surely faking that same, happy grin on his face. The smile curled up so naturally, his big eyes gazed so softly, and his brow knitted, tenderly, just enough to show his... care... for his dear captain, Zarina. And it was care, technically. Although, perhaps, it is a word to be used delicately. The word felt dangerous, like a silk ribbon uncomfortably tight around his throat. No, while he admitted she was at least enchanting and beautiful, in truth, James found that he nearly hated her. This care was less a care of love and friendship, but more akin to the care of a hunter. The cautious tracing of fingers over the dirt tracks of prey, as his own fingers traced her freckles. The precise timing of breathing as to listen for movement, as he himself tried to still his own fluttering heart. The hungry, unblinking watching and waiting to strike, as he himself pondered his options. And, of course, that final pounce, that fatal sinking of teeth, the care of one eating and spilling as little as possible, as James himself finally hinted at his own hungry, deadly devotion.

"Captain? May I say... if it's not too bold..." he paused as he set down his brush, carefully forming his thoughts as he began braiding her almond hair. Zarina, frankly lost in the relaxing grooming, finally opened her eyes with a hum.

"What is it?" She yawned. Her hazel eyes fluttered as her brain shifted its focus. It proved difficult: this body ached, and his touch felt so safe and soothing and easy. As easy as drawing a blanket up to your chin in the cold. As easy as being at home. But when it did refocus, she noticed his face, his smile, had finally come back. That same sweet smile he always wore, but it carried something different lately. No doubt that was her fault; the past few days had been a lot to take in. Her discovery of the wishing dust, her sudden growth and humanity, the setbacks in the search for blue dust; this was the first real moment alone they'd had in almost a week. Only days ago, everything had been normal. She was still tiny, and they still talked every night... and she was still confused as to why he wouldn't just sleep here in the cabin as he always had before. He looked so shocked, almost angry that day. He hadn't acted sad or disappointed, but everything had been so tense. Perhaps tonight was a good time to ask... Him first, for now.

"James?" She cooed, catching herself fearing his unusual silence.

How just like her, how haughty a yawn, with that honey drowned voice she put on whenever she spoke to him in private. She treated him with such matter of fact tenderness, such infuriating distance most of the time. How he hated that. But he swallowed that hate, chasing it with a little of his pride and an actual nervous gulp, because he needed tonight to go smoothly. His plan had been the same from the beginning, ever since this prissy little pixie demanded that she be the captain of these hopeless sods. Gain her trust, let her do all the work and magic and research while he acted as the real voice of command, plant the seeds of mutiny, wait, tear her down the moment the blue dust works, and plunder the world below in an uncatchable ship. But after this week? No, after this long, long year? ....how dare she be anything but an obstacle in his way. How dare this little cunt worm her way into his head. ...Into is chest...

His brown eyes faked shyness and flicked away from hers. Only his fingers, hurrying to clasp off the braid, gave away a clue of his real agitation. Tonight, he needed to know how exactly he could alter his plans. Was all still as it was, or was it now smarter to remain at the right hand? Would the mutiny still hold water, and if not, how then would he get rid of her? He looked up again to speak, but Zarina, infuriatingly, cut him off.

"Really quick though, you're sleeping in here again tonight, right?"

"I-.... pardon?"

"You've been sleeping in a broom closet for like three days. That can't be comfortable! You always sleep in here."

No... no fucking way that she was actually asking such a thing. And so casually!

"W-well this new... body is ...much to adjust to. I'd imagine. I ... took the initiative and assessed that perhaps you needed to um..." The unseen silk ribbon tightened. "Take some time to get in touch with this... new you!" His smile grew crooked and embarrassed as his eyes lowered in secondhand shame. She always made him feel like a fool, but THIS was a new emotion altogether. Not knowing what to do with his hands, or any of himself, he clasped the back of her chair to lean slightly. A poor attempt at seeming nonchalant while panic bit him every time his knuckles brushed her speckled skin.

"You dont know the half of it. I was prepared for the crazy scale change but the dizziness? I don't think it's even really gone, haha." Zarina let herself relax again, not at all aware of the tension in the room. She picked up her cigar from the vanity and took a long drag, but her eyes caught him in the mirror. He allowed his face to rest into a more honest expression. Drops of fear, anguish, uncertainty, and irritated confusion bled from his thinned lips like an overfull bowl. What's his deal, she thought, her own fear rearing its head, does he ...does he not like that I'm human now? But Zarina was too comfortable to spiral in negative thoughts. And she trusted that, as always, hed be honest with her.

"But I can't help but notice that you act... different now. No sugar coating it, you hate this new size, dont you?" With a smile, she lifted the cigar as an offering. James blinked at it, nearly caught off guard before quietly taking the roll in his fingers. He could only stare at the lipstick stain rung around it for a moment, trying his best to ignore his tumultuous brain growling like a mad, starving stomach. Then, a sharp breath, like a tiger hearing a snap of twigs and hooves; a gnawing growing violent in his chest, an idea that had electrocuted his mind the moment he caught his fingers tracing the freckles of her shoulders. Tonight, perchance, he very well could taste the meal for which he starved. He finally let his smile fall.

"That couldn't be farther from the truth, captain." He took a drag of the Jamaican roll, lips pressed exactly along where shed left her lipstick like a first drink of precious water. Then he sighed, presenting it back to her with the respect of a waiter bringing out the wine. She took it back and gaffawed.

"Yeah? You're all depressed because you just adore the new look? Right. That makes sense." She took another drag through mocking teeth and turned around in her chair, watching him walk over to the window side of the bed. She had no idea that he'd mentally called her a bitch at the comment. She probably had no idea that his hands had started shaking.

"No it is the truth, captain." He sat down and shifted as to rest an elbow on a propped up knee. At once he played up his saccharine meekness, that gentlemanly bashfulness that would surely draw his hunt closer.

"I want things to be as they were... and I adore our friendship. But...." a nervous glance, a deep breath. "But it was easy to merely play my part when you were a fairy. I never had a chance to be yours, merely your lowly cabin boy. Even if I had a chance to be... to call you mine... our sheer difference would never had let things work." A heavy silence fell over the cabin, and he locked eyes with his now startled captain.

" But now... now there is no such difference. And what's worse, you... " he couldn't bear to look at her for such an embarrassing confession. James turned almost his whole body to the windows. "I'm only a man." He pleaded. "And you are more beautiful to me now than you ever were." He'd been taught by the best; a woman can be tricked into anything, with the trap of one's own vulnerability. But all the same, a terror gripped him. Bastard opportunist though he was, deep down, he really was quite shy. That's why he nearly jumped when he felt the mattress shift.

"Mine? Your- hum. So that's what this is all about." She'd put out the cigar and slid from the chair to the edge of the four posted queen. She nervously fiddled with the new braid in her hair and crossed her legs under her cotton shift. For a moment, the tension returned in full force before finally, the spell was broken.

"James-"

"I know, I know. I forget myself." He stood from the bed and began his duty straightening up the room. "But I can keep no secrets from my captain now, can I?" Whether this was part of his game or whether he had talked himself out of the idea was totally unclear even to him. Hungry as he was, he couldn't afford to drop his act, and he only now considered the possibility of rejection, a possibility that repulsed him.

"James -"

"As for um.. well if you want me to sleep in here I can, perhaps if I may have a pillow-"

"JAMES." A firm hand pounced and locked onto his arm, startling him more than her sudden bark. The pair locked eyes, hers fierce, his scared and hungry, and she forcefully pulled him closer. She was only as tall as his chest, and as she sat on the bed she was even shorter to him still. But in spirit, in authority, she towered over him. His anger flared again, but not as boldly or as bright as his anxiety...or his excitement. Her hand released his arm, only to slowly draw down and clasp his strong, trembling hand. No act could hide his hitching breath.

"James?"

"...y-Yes? ..Captain?"

"Why do you think of all the things I could have wished for..." her face shifted from sternness to a smug, sly smile. "I choose to wish for this?"

"...............................ah"

The statement peirced his brain like an arrow of lightning, or like a dinner bell. For a moment, he was too shocked to even act, but then, oh then, he was almost too ravenous to think. Almost. James closed his eyes and let out a deep and shaky sigh before falling gracefully to a kneel, so dizzy from her revaluation that he dared to rest his forehead on her knees. He couldn't stop the chuckles that bubbed up from within him. She wanted this (wanted HIM!!!) and he had her right where he fucking wanted her; the table was set for a feast. He hadn't let go of her hand, clasping it with both of his as to uphold what little of his coy act that he could in this state. And after he'd wrestled back control of himself, he finally looked up and swallowed, smiling ear to ear.

"Well, well..." his breath fell heavily like a lion dragging off its kill. "I suppose you don't have any... new orders for me?"

"Orders? No." Zarina smugly leaned back, a king on a throne, amused at the dinner layed before her, and those big brown eyes just begging for a taste. She giggled wryly and spread her legs apart. "But I do have a few ideas..."

And then they fuck. The end. Goodnight.