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honeymaki · 3 years ago

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↳ Ghostface!Ymir

Pairings: Ymir x reader

Warnings: DARK CONTENT AHEAD. mentions of murder, blood and gore, description of injury, predator/prey kink, strapon, dumbification, rough sex, degradation.

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: part 2 of ghost face!Ymir

Mean.

That’s how she had described herself in that moment; mean, mean, mean. Apparently not mean enough when she’s bullying her thick cock into your convulsing body, smearing something unmentioned against your arched back and clapping her hips hard, hard, harder into your ass.

Something catches your elbow, a branch? It hurts, stings as it tears your skin deep enough to bring beads of crimson to the surface. There’s wetness on your bare feet, leaves sticking to your shins and mud caking your exposed thighs, staining the stupid, stupid white nightgown you were dressed in.

And nothing else. It pained you to run, not because of your feet, but because of your breasts heaving and the biting wind catching between your legs, hissing through the welts shaped like fingers around your throat. Time had stopped since she’d let you go, since she’d brought that dreadful mask close to your face and demanded you look at her with fake sweetness in her voice, cooing at you when you start crying and batting open your legs from where you had been subconsciously clenching them together at the simper and the hot breath you felt wet your neck. It was nighttime, you knew that because it was impossible to see anything two foot in front of you, darkness swirling and beckoning you closer, promising you freedom where you knew barbed wire and broken glass lay in wait for prey as pretty, and as innocent as the others.

Were you innocent? With how clean your hands were, yes but with how soiled your inner thighs were, how drippy you were with every step, every tender shuffle around trees and through bracken; no, you were by no means innocent of the crimes beholden of her and her mask, and her fingers, and her cock. Tears sprung from your eyes involuntarily at a twig snapping in the distance, body freezing and breath catching in your throat, clogging your chest and causing you to splutter with fear, and with something else. You had seen her in the bathroom before, tightening the straps round her thighs and waist, shoving something into her jeans, cursing when she admired herself in the mirror for a moment; the bulge at her crotch pronounced and so - mouth watering. And yet, it belonged to someone with no face, a mask for you to cry at and claw at in the throes of your orgasms, plastic cold on your lips when you desperately search for a kiss you knew deep down would never come.

That was your fate, that was was awaited you when she finally caught you in the damp, in the damp, creeping up on you like she did with all her other victims; only their end would be met with a very different kind of warmth and wet. But the chase was no less terrifying, no less - paralysing with the voice that echoes through your head,

“Be careful not to run too far, don’t want those pretty feet all cut up - might slow you down and heh - where’s the fun in running down a wounded prey?”

Wounded. Hurt. She was so mean to you, thinking you were some lost soul she had plucked from the suburbs with the promise of lust and love and something thicker than the two. That was the promise that awaited you too, rubbed into your bottom and hitching the silk of your dress, bulging so, so close to where you felt yourself dripping with need for her. A hand disappears between your thighs, sobbing at the slick you find and you almost collapse when you accidentally swipe over your hardened clit, throbbing and ready, and too neglected to even think about.

How - how dare you even be this aroused? How stupid are you? As stupid as she tells you when she’s got you bouncing on her fingers in the back of her van that smells funny and has bottles of bleach in the footwell? Probably more so if the mere memory of that has you whimpering and half a second away from cumming in the middle of this god forsaken forest.

♡.

She can see you from a mile away, no - smell you. You are stupid, a stupid little whore who begs so pretty and so lovely for her cock near every night. Can’t get enough of the thing, can’t get enough of her even though - even though you have no idea what she looks like, no idea what her lips taste of, what colour her eyes are, whether she still has those freckles her mom used to count before tucking her in.

You were her prey tonight, you were her victim, her flesh to carve and maim, her blood to spill, her cunt to fuck as she pleased. And there you were, leaning against a tree with your silly little hand stuck between your silly little thighs, whimpering and moaning; a naive little doe in the eyes of a beast unnamed by humankind and feared by those of its own specie. Ymir had to give it to you, even beneath her mask she could smell your arousal, leaking into the wind and sending blood rushing to her cheeks; addictive and almost as mouth watering as the blood caked to the bottom of her converse.

Comfy things they were, convenient, easy to chuck in the washer and forget about for an hour. Comfy, light, good enough to chase in, quiet enough to sneak up close to you, close enough to smell the perfume she makes you wear, close enough to hear the lewd clicking of your fingers swiping through your sodden cunt, close enough to whisper deep and low,

“Gotta run bunny, run while you still have legs to walk on,”

♡.

Your scream echoes around you, feet thundering as loud as your heart, blinding you almost as you tear through the trees, down valleys and up hillocks. You didn’t care for the tears and bruises on your legs, didn’t care for the rips in your nightgown and the leaves clinging to your hair; she was close, so close and you - you could barely breathe. Adrenaline shoots through you, bones cold and skin colder with the sweat clinging to your pores. Right, left, a little way upwards - there was a big tree back there you could maybe hide in, or down by the stream? - a cry leaves your throat when your foot catches on a fallen branch, knees buckling and -

“No - no, up bunny, c’mon now,”

How is she still so close? How can you still smell the rancid stench of her clothing and see the ominous white of her mask through the dark? You’ve been running for hours, screaming with every howl and hoot and shudder in the earth, crying when the clouds part and reveal the new moon, dark and haunting and somehow ridiculing you. All this for some dick? Pathetic. Whore.

“I don’t want to play anymore!” Why are you stopping? Your body isn’t supposed to be doing this, you’re supposed to be running, scrambling, sobbing for mercy and yet - you’re slowing down with painful wheezes and gasping cries, “I don’t want to! I’m tired! I’m scared! I want to stop playing!”

Home didn’t even enter your mind, that was a foreign word to you now, strange and unfamiliar because home didn’t really exist anymore, not really, not in this blood thirsty world. You don’t stop moving, but you don’t speed up, clutching your chest and trying desperately to swallow down your fear, your saliva, your terror at the huffing and growling and beastial noises coming up behind you.

“You - are pathetic,”

The pain comes minutes after you hit the ground, cry muffled by long, lean fingers dripping with something and nothing at the same time. An arm hitches your hips up, propping you up on your knees and gravel digs into your skin, palms tearing on brambles and the flush of blood over your knuckles makes you -

“You’re so fucking - you’re such a whore,”

Even covered in mud, out of breath, crying and snotting, bloody and bruised, and most likely concussed; you’re grinding back into her crotch and moaning like a bitch in heat. Even in the darkness, Ymir can see the slick smearing across the tight material of her jeans, sliding with the audible pulse of your cunt and she almost rolls her eyes, almost snaps and brings your neck with it but maybe, maybe that’s why she gives in so easily, maybe that’s why she lifts one leg to brace and shoves your face into the mud, maybe that’s why she flips your dress over your hips and undoes her fly - because she likes it, she likes the way you’re so desperate and so dumb for her, so stupid that you blatantly overlook the knife lying only inches from your nose and can’t hear the zip ties clattering on her belt,

“Fucking fine then - if you want it so bad, if you’re fuckin’ gagging for my cock then take it, fuckin’ take it,”

A single slap to your clit has you keening and clawing at the dirt, thrashing and almost looking as tough you’re trying to get away from her, but she knows, she knows all this is because you’re so desperate to feel her deep and hard, just how you like it best. You scream, you arch your back, you’re positively weeping when Ymir forces the strap inside of you, thrusting down, down to where she knows you’ll drip pearly white and gush so nicely for her.

“Should’a run bunny, should’a done what ghost face wanted - might’a gone a bit nicer on your stupid whore cunt,”

Your whole body jiggles with her thrusts, being shoved up and through the leaf litter, hands scrambling for purchase and she’s sure you loose a nail in the fight, but you’re too busy leaking down her thighs to notice the blood smearing on your cheek.

“Nngh - f - fu -,” you’ve got a mouthful of mud and your breasts rub raw on the ground, but there’s a band in your belly and you can feel something building, feel claws down your back and latching on to the nape of your neck, pushing you further into the ground, a beast crowding over you, hard and big and dark. Pain blossoms over your spine as you are bent in half, ass so high in the air that you’re almost balancing on your tiptoes, skin tingling with the slamming of her hips into yours. Ymir spares you nothing, a fate worse than death maybe, splitting you open over and over with the girth of her cock, heavy against your cervix and bullying that soft spot over and over until she can see the sticky webs dripping from your pussy, fat lips plush against the silicon balls with every hard, hard, mean thrust.

Yes, this is where she’s mean, this is where ghost face is horrible and terrible and as mean as can be. Hardly letting up when you scream through your orgasm, gasping for breath and on the verge of hyperventilating, legs shaking and struggling to hold yourself up against the dizzying assault on your cunt. Hardly letting up when you sob and cry out for - something, more, deeper, harder -

“Please! More! Don’t - nagh - don’t stop!” There’s nothing behind your eyes, crossing and rolling and fluttering when the wind catches just right on your clit, pulsing and angry and beating with your erratic heart, and Ymir thinks maybe this is her calling instead of terror and horror and the mask. Maybe she’s been put on this earth to bully your sensitive, needy pussy every minute of the day, maybe God looked at her soul and decided that it belonged on top of yours, inside of yours, owning yours the same way she owns your cunt, your body, your mind.

And you don’t even know her fucking name.

It’s a shame really, she’d much rather have you beg for her cock, Ymir’s cock rather than lashing out at whatever name comes into your tiny little brain.

S’mean really, how Ymir threatens to choke you on her cock day in and day out, and doesn’t even have the audacity to tell you her name or show you her face. But what’s really mean, really fucking mean of her is the next time she brings home a pretty innocent church girl to set out in the woods around her cabin; you’re there too, ass up face down and taking her cock like the proper perfect whore you are and Ymir finds they scream so much louder when they can hear you cumming in spurts and sprays through the fog.

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years ago

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Hide and Seek

— featuring Matsukawa Issei and Hanamaki Takahiro

Summary: Hanamaki didn’t expect to walk into the middle of a murder, watching his best friend bash in some poor guy’s face. He also didn’t expect to be running from him murderous best friend, adrenaline in his veins as he hopes he’s not next.

Warnings: cnc [consensual non-consent], roleplay, murder, minor character death, chasing, predator/prey dynamic, noncon, broken wrist [by hammer], sprained ankle, sadomasochism, public sex/outdoor sex, possessiveness, crying

Matsukawa’s house was well on the outskirts, away from most people and surrounded by elderly neighbors. He didn’t mind it, always saying he likes the peace and quiet compared to how noisy the city life was and living at home. With him away from the city, it also meant Hanamaki had to get a ride to visit his best friend, while walking part of the way to make it there. It’s getting pretty late at night, so it makes sense that lots of people have their lights off. All except one, the one with lights on inside that was home to an insomniac named Matsukawa.

Well, that’s why Hanamaki was there. Matsukawa slept better when he was there, usually sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor or even on the couch, sometimes in the bed beside him. Despite the feelings he harbored for the guy, Hanamaki was able to push those aside whenever he needed to, something he’d always been able to congratulate himself for.

Knocking on the door, he waits for an answer. Getting none, he checks the door, seeing it’s unlocked. Matsukawa knew he’d be on his way and kept it unlocked, so he didn’t find this strange. Plus, it’s not unusual for Matsukawa to take midnight showers when he can’t sleep, so there really was no worry or concern, even if Hanamaki thought it was irresponsible. He does lock the door, since he’s here now.

Inside, the house was practically dead. No running of water from the kitchen, no TV turned to some drama, nothing. It wasn’t until he actually listened did he hear some.. thudding coming from the bathroom. Deeper inside the house lies Matsukawa’s bedroom, of which has an attached bathroom. Creeping silently, worry seeping into his veins, Hanamaki comes into the room and sees the bathroom light on, a shadowy figure moving in the light. Moving closer, looking inside, Hanamaki can only look in confusion as he sees plastic covering almost every crevice, plastic wrapping that has some dark red liquid splattered across it.

Moving his eyes further in, he sees Matsukawa standing over a limp body, face bashed in. It’s all Hanamaki can do to not scream in fear, legs feeling weak as Matsukawa lays a bloodied sledgehammer on the covered floor. Beside it lies other tools, some simple working tools while others are found in household kitchens. He watches as Matsukawa snaps off some gloves, running a clean hand through his hair while he looks down at his handiwork.

Whether it’s the horror of seeing a dead body in his friend’s bathroom or the fear of his friend sinking in, Hanamaki can only slowly creep away from the bathroom, knocking into a plastic bottle left behind. “Shit,” he whispers, backing away further when Matsukawa leaves the bathroom. He’s covered in blood, eyes wide when he sees Hanamaki there. No words are exchanged before Hanamaki bolts, adrenaline in his veins while he practically stumbles through the house.

Locking the door was a mistake, he realizes, when he has to struggle with unlocked the small knob while Matsukawa starts moving in, with a clean pair of shoes. With it finally unlocked, Hanamaki runs out the door and slams it behind him, jumping off the porch to run towards the houses. It’s revealed to be a mistake when he sees Matsukawa leaving the house, a small hammer in his grip as he stalks towards Hanamaki. Running up to the nearest house, Hanamaki screams for help, banging on the side of the house. When nothing happens, he panics, looking to see Matsukawa getting closer. Deciding on a new course of action, he hides in the shadows when Matsukawa catches up to him. He’s tall and athletic, able to easily catch up. He slinks around the house, following the path he thinks Hanamaki takes, only to then watch as Hanamaki runs towards the woods nearby.

The woods are dense and most people, especially any children, are advised to stay away because it’s easy to get lost in. The warnings leave Hanamaki’s brain as he runs into them, forcing himself to not check to see how close Matsukawa is. It’s dark and hard to run in, but he manages to do so, feeling his heart thump in his throat as he jumps over a fallen log. That proves to backfire when his foot lands in a hole, sending him to the ground in pain. Gritting his teeth, he holds his ankle as he keeps his body hidden in the darkness, crouched so hopefully Matsukawa can’t see him.

It’s a long shot, but it’s doable, and Hanamaki thinks he’s succeeded when he hears running footsteps come closer and then fade. It feels like a relief that’s short lived when he moves his leg, a small scream as pain shoots through his leg. There’s no way he can make it back to the houses without limping, slowly him down. A heavy sigh escapes him as he feels a tear go down his cheek, mind reeling from the adrenaline high and what he had to witness. No use in sitting around, he manages to get up from his sitting position, only to then fall back down and crouch when footsteps approach.

“Hiro, where are you?” Matsukawa calls out. Hanamaki can see the hammer glinting in the moonlight, feeling bile rise in his throat as he thinks it’s his own murder tool. “Come on out, I know you’re here,” he continues to call, but his voice is low. “I know what you saw was scary, but I promise I won’t hurt you, I just need to explain myself,”

Explain? An explanation won’t fix anything and it won’t revive the dead. Hanamaki covers his mouth to keep from making too much noise, eyes screwed shut as he feels his hand dampen from his tears. Hearing nothing more, movement nor talking, he opens his eyes to glance around. Seeing nothing, he manages to weakly get up, using the log, but when he turns to look behind him, he sees Matsukawa standing there.

Fear shoots through him, trying to run, only to fail and he falls to the ground. Matsukawa is quit to straddle him, keeping him on the ground while he struggles. Pushing against Matsukawa, screaming, trying to knee him off, looking away from his friend, he does everything until he gets tired and the adrenaline wears off. “Takahiro, it’s me! Calm down,” he tries to shush him, covering his screams and pin his arms. When Hanamaki brings up his left hand, slapping Matsukawa across the face, is when he snaps. “Stop being so troublesome!”

Hanamaki stops screaming, briefly, watching as the hammer rises above Matsukawa’s head. Then he’s back to screaming, in pain when he feels his wrist crack, looking to see the hammer against the bone. “You’ll be fine, stop it!”

“Get off! Get off! I don’t want anything to do with you!”

“You don’t mean that! Let me explain!” He begs, forcing Hanamaki to look at him. “Please!” With nowhere to go, he doesn’t really have a choice. Matsukawa sees his struggling simmer down, but his tears increase. With him quiet, he begins to talk. “It was an old bully of yours, no one important. He,” Matsukawa heaves a sigh, shutting his eyes and his hangs low, “wasn’t the only one. I’ve done this to a few of them—”

“A few? A few? Issei, this isn’t you! This isn’t my best friend that I know and lo-” stopping, Hanamaki forces himself to think about the situation.

“It’s me, really. Just a darker side of me, Hiro! I only do this because I’m in love with you! Their lives were meaningless, their deaths were coming sooner or later,” he reasons, but Hanamaki just shakes his head. “Please, I did it for you, Hiro, don’t turn from me,”

“It isn’t- I don’t-!” Hanamaki struggles to say any words, blinking away tears that stain his cheeks. “I don’t want anything to do with you if this is what you do,”

“What?”

“I loved the kind and dorky guy I met in high school, not the murderer you’ve turned into, Issei. This isn’t like you, at least to me,” he gives Matsukawa a look of disgust when he says it. His tone, his words, they make something in Matsukawa snap. With his wrist broken and ankle sprained, he’s useless in trying to get Matsukawa off once more.

“This is me, it’s just a shock to you, is all, you’ll be fine,” he mumbles to Hanamaki, but also to himself. Hanamaki can only squirm and look on in horror as Matsukawa’s hands move down to his pants, fumbling with the zipper and button to discard them. “I wanted this to be special, you know? Our first time,”

“No-!” Hanamaki, now knowing what his plan is, panics and tries to move away. Matsukawa is quick to stop that, pulling off his pants and boxers once they’re undone. Putting pressure on his ankle, Matsukawa forces him to stop moving as his body locks up in pain, a scream of pain as he does.

“This won’t be a problem if you would hold still, you know,” Matsukawa practically sneers, pushing Hanamaki’s legs up and to the side, forcing him to turn. “You should be happy I’m not snapping your legs in two,”

“You’re a monster,” he spits, sending a glare that’s easily shed off. Matsukawa only grins, leaning closer that forces Hanamaki’s legs to bend even more.

“That’s not the whole truth, is it? You think I’m a monster, but you’re enjoying it,” he doesn’t need to clarify the last bit, rubbing his crotch against Hanamaki. It’s enough stimulation to have Hanamaki shutting his eyes as he shivers, holding back a moan. He doesn’t even wanna look down, but a bit more shifting lets him know his cock is hard and laying against his abdomen.

Matsukawa says nothing more as he strips himself down. It’s only when a dry finger enters Hanamaki does the silence break. “Wait, you’re just going to put it in?”

“You seem to enjoy the pain, so why not?” A dark chuckle then follows, before he talks again. “I’ll use some spit if that’ll make you feel better,”

“Spit?” He whispers, feeling some warm liquid on his ass before it’s pushed into his hole. It’s a gross feeling, two fingers curling and rubbing his walls while his cock twitches in want, while his mind is still reeling from the events. Matsukawa doesn’t let him stay in his thoughts for long, removing his fingers and pushing something bigger against his rim.

It’s really the only warning he gets, feeling Matsukawa spit some more saliva on his cock before pushing it into Hanamaki, who’s currently digging his undamaged hand into the ground, keeping his broken wrist close to his chest. Bearing through the pain, Hanamaki manages to force himself to think about something else, something less painful and horrible than feeling Matsukawa’s cock practically throbbing inside of him. The stretch burns, an ache he knows he’ll be feeling tomorrow, if there is one for him.

At this point he’d rather the hammer struck him dead.

Keeping his legs lifted up, Matsukawa manages to thrust into Hanamaki and earn himself a moan in response. “Despite the pain, you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” Matsukawa chuckles, grabbing Hanamaki’s damaged wrist from his chest. He’s not quick enough to move it away, only able to scream in pain when Matsukawa grips it tight and uses it to thrust up into him again.

Unable to touch Hanamaki’s cock without dropping his legs, Matsukawa decides to just grind his cock into him as Hanamaki struggles to process everything. His head hurts and so do his ankle and wrist, only furthered by Matsukawa’s iron grip. Tears continue to flow out of him, sobs wracking his body with each soft thrust Matsukawa gives him, cock rubbing in all the right places. It’s almost sickening, feeling him so deep inside and pleasuring in all the right ways, but not in the right circumstance.

Each drag of Matsukawa’s cock against his walls has Hanamaki seeing stars, cock desperate for attention as precum beads from the tip, sliding onto Hanamaki’s torso. Despite feeling gross, each grunt of force as Matsukawa fucks into him has him aching for release. Bringing his hand from the ground, he manages to wipe any excess dirt off his hand and wrap them around himself, squeezing the tip as he moans at the feeling. Matsukawa doesn’t say anything, just grinning as he puts more effort into fucking Hanamaki, gripping his wrist harder as Hanamaki’s hand tightens around his cock.

Slamming his hips into Hanamaki, his hips stutter before he lets out a moan, throwing his head back. Hanamaki can only squeeze his cock, biting on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, feeling Matsukawa’s cum fill him up to the brim. Thinking he’ll pull out, he gasps when he feels him start back up. The cum acts as a lubricant, making the thrusting easier as his cock glides into Hanamaki. Each pump and squeeze of his own hand on his cock brings him closer to an orgasm, but he needs an extra push.

Dropping Hanamaki’s wrist, Matsukawa uses both of his hands to adjust positions, pushing Hanamaki’s legs all the way up to his chest while his cock is stuck between his thighs. Without the proper stimulation, he whines as his hand finds the grass underneath him again, squirming. The slapping of Matsukawa’s hips against him also presses against his balls, plus the rubbing against his prostate from Matsukawa’s cock has him seeing stars. With an arch of his back and a strangled moan, his cock is twitching and shooting a thick load right into his face, coating it and his shirt. Only a few more thrusts until Matsukawa’s releasing again, a curse accompanying his moan as he does. When he’s spent, he pulls out to watch the cum ooze from Hanamaki’s hole.

A beat of silence passes before Hanamaki feels a baby wipe on his ass, cleaning up any mess. He laughs, making Matsukawa scoff. “Baby wipes? I kind of expected something else,”

“It was the better option, Hiro. Would you prefer a dry, scratchy washcloth against your sore, red ass?” That gets Hanamaki to shut up, making Matsukawa laugh in turn. “Thought so. Just let me clean you up,”

Once he’s finished doing exactly that, he also helps Hanamaki pull up his pants, keeping him away from the puddle of semen on the forest floor. With a sprained ankle, Hanamaki can’t walk, so he offers to hold the hammer while Matsukawa carries him. Even without the sprained ankle, he thinks the numbing of his legs would prevent it.

“So? Was it to your liking?” Matsukawa breaks the silence, walking out of the woods. The street is just as dead as it was when they left.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to actually go in me dry, though,” he mentions, resting his head against Matsukawa’s chest. “Guess we should add that to our checklist next time,”

“I don’t know if we’ll be able to find another time all our neighbors are gone. Well, almost all,” Matsukawa then nods his head in the direction of one house, the light from a bedroom still on. Hanamaki winces, hoping they didn’t hear everything. “A deaf woman lives in there, I’m sure we’re fine,”

“Hopefully. We can explain the situation for almost everything but don’t need any suspicions against what you do in the night,”

“Speaking of which, I still have to finish getting rid of that guy. Thankfully, I locked the door,” he then manages to set Hanamaki on the railing of their porch, taking out a set of keys. “And I brought the keys,”

“Well if you didn’t, I’m not crawling into the basement to unlock the door from the inside,” he huffs, rolling his eyes as he smiles. Matsukawa smiles right back, picking him back up and taking him into the kitchen. They’ll deal with the dead body together, but first Hanamaki has to get his wrist and ankle checked out.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu smut #matsuhana smut #tw.cnc #tw.noncon #tw.murder #Mr. Issei #Mr. Takahiro #tw.predator/prey #tw.pain #tw.masochism #tw.possessiveness #tw.sadism #tw.broken bones #tw.sprained ankle #tw.outdoor sex

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iwaasfairy · 4 years ago

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faiwy do you have any cnc fic recommendations? Y’know like that predator and prey stuffs 👉🏻👈🏻🙈

I sure do!! ヾ(･д･ヾ) I know Ren definitely has some cnc and predator stuff like here with Iwa and I’m sure she’s got tons more (this one has body shaming so tread carefully). Afton also has cnc like this and this, the first isn’t technically predator/prey but it’s very sexyy (人・^・)♡

I also read this with Makki and Mattsun that had like chasing which was really really hot, though it’s noncon to dubcon and not actually cnc.

And I read a kita predator/prey one,, I’ll link it if I find it in my mess of saved tabs :`> or if anyone know it, please let me know!

These are some I can think of off the top of my head but yes predator/prey dynamics are so jskekdkdk ugh they give me tingles!! One day I’ll be able to give you a full tag nskswkskod

#honey mail #tw.predator/prey #tw.cnc #recommend.stash

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masuchist · 2 years ago

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TOUCH IT, MY TAIL 03

Genshin Impact . . Kazuha Kaedehara, Thoma, Gorou, Itto Arataki, Ayato Kamisato, Heizou Shikanoin

Good girls get rewards.

fem reader, yandere, dubious content, collars, praising, vaginal fingering, size differences, master/pet dynamics, predator/prey dynamics, marking, you’re shared between thoma ayato and ayaka in this au, mentions of murder/cannibalism, implied cunnilingus, corruption, breeding

Kazuha Kaedehara, and the Kitty On Deck.

─ When he first boarded the Crux Fleet, never did one expect the boisterous captain to have a cat with them of all animals. Don’t those graceful felines despise huge bodies of water? What would one gain from being so close to the edge, planks away from their supposed nemesis? Whatever the case may be, you are considered another one of the underlings, or rather a domesticated animal to be exact. You keep insisting that you are not but the miniature bell dangling freely from your collar notifying anyone of your presence tells a different story. Plus, the crew-mates aren’t certainly helping the argument as they praise and scratch behind your ears anytime they’d cross paths and you’d purr affectionately out of instinct, before withdrawing to save face.

Not that there’s much left to retain, anyway.

─ Your precious Beidou, the one who rescued you from the wilderness is caught up in a stormy sea of responsibilities, throwing her around left-to-right, busying her from head-to-toe. Captain duties calls persistently. One cannot simply abandoned them because someone feels lonely. There are better things to attend to as much as she cares for you which is why you are left alone in the private corridors most of the time trying to find another source to keep you occupied. Her lack of attentiveness is disheartening, feeling the space between you two gradually widen with time, but what can you do?

This is where Kazuha makes an appearance.

─ Why not tend to the ship’s beloved mascot? Not many take the time to properly check up on you, only the obligatory ‘how are you doing’ or typical warm greetings - they all started to blend together. Despite being surrounded by the people who can be considered family, a small part of you still feels isolated like you don’t belong here. A stranger in your own home; unable to naturally hop into their hearty conversations over past adventures because you weren’t present during that period. He understands. That, and they keep referring to you as a pet only. Isn’t that a little cruel? The way he views it, you’re still considered human. And if you follow mindlessly after him, a stray cat, he’ll treat you the same.

Eventually, Kazuha will ask Beidou a huge favor when the juncture provides.

He’s been nothing but loyal.

13. Warmth

You’re in his private corridors for tonight at his brief request.

Cute whines can be heard among the serene night, with your soft palms clutching onto white bedsheets trying your hardest to keep down these strange noises from leaking out of the room. It’s more than embarrassing. That, and you don’t want to disturb others resting in their peaceful sleep. Beidou had sent everyone on their own personal missions over the week, keeping each one occupied until their limbs felt like crumbling off their sore bodies. Everyone must’ve been terribly exhausted, and for that -

You don’t want to take their solitude away.

“Kazuha.. Aah, feels w-weird.”

They’re music to his ears. A song you must never share with a vindictive world. He’ll never get sick of eliciting these addictive sounds. He’ll never get sick of this, you being unable to comprehend the warmth brewing between your thighs, glassy tears poking at cat-like eyes as you try and stifle a moan. Adorable, he thinks, with his careful fingers brushing against sensitive, tight walls as he stares passionately, imprinting the sight before him at the back of his mind permanently - and his pace starts to get faster, forcing more lewd sounds out of you.

His full attention dead set, watching the way you mewl between shaky breaths, eyes shut tight afraid of meeting his own (in fear, or shame.) Face flushed, blouse unbuttoned revealing your breasts with hickeys scattered all over them and on your cute tummy from his surprisingly possessive assault.

Kazuha’s always been gentle. Even during these moments.

“Don’t be scared, [Name],” he murmurs lightly, forehead grazing your own for added comfort, “It’s not scary to feel good.”

Don’t stop yourself from what your body craves.

You don’t.

Thoma, and the House Puppy.

─ He is the Kamisato’s official and only housekeeper. An efficient worker, one on his own accord because such position gives him a better sense of responsibility, control. Every morning is an opportunity to improve oneself; assisting those in dire need of help around the nearest town. Thoma is up before the sun could make its grand appearance, tending to a long list of chores that falls all the way down to his ankles with an elated grin. Laundry, cooking, cleaning - he does it all professionally. More tasks that troubles the clan will be dealt with by him personally if they are shorthanded, which is to say - all the time. Not that he minds. Allows more room for improvement in areas he still has yet to hone: bargaining, brawling, blackmailing, you name it.

─ His favorite duty of the day is to attend to the house pet. A cute little puppy all caged up, hungry for attention and affection, or so they say. Your whimpers to be released from these inhuman confines are always ignored, Thoma whistling to himself as he prepares the treats and the dreaded tether to attach to that expensive, darling little collar the esteemed family is proud of presenting. Dehumanizing. You’ve been in their ‘care’ for about three months now (hard to count without a calendar or a clock in hand), there’s not much to do besides close your eyes and rest in this limited space, waiting endlessly for someone to come home. Even if they provided a generously sized cage, enough to where you can somewhat stretch in these confines, soft bedding and a couple miscellaneous items to keep one entertained, you never asked for this. Taking in someone, a human - half-human, to be their pet is depraved. Even for them.

But who will speak up?

─ There’s a few things Thoma recalls regarding their puppy. Play nice, Ayaka encourages. She’s just too sweet on you, always willing to feign a blind eye to any types of misbehavior. A little nibbling never hurt, and if it did, she’ll just patch those loving wounds right back up thinking of it to be playful behavior. On the other hand, Ayato tells him to resort to discipline if needed. Dogs should already have obedience engrained in them. It is in their adoring nature, but for you in particular... Some more work still needs to be done which is why he’d tasked Thoma to handle the strict enforcement during his absences. A ton of commitment goes into training a pet..

Fortunate that he likes you.

14. Appeasement

The cage door swings wide open.

Thoma’s staring rather affectionately at the half-asleep puppy, coaxing them into getting ready for their daily ”afternoon walk” around the premises. Occasionally, you’re lead around the nearby city in front of many, many citizens going about their day. They’re used to this sight at this point, normalized even, greeting Thoma followed by them cooing over you, the adorable pet. A medium-length leash tucked in his capable hand, tugging on it lovingly forcing you to crawl on your bare hands and knees as would an animal over to them, considering you are one.

Not just any animal; theirs.

Right now you don’t bother listening, limbs glued to the ground refusing to step out. Not out of spite, but out of pure exhaustion. Master Ayato had his way with you last night wanting to vent after an annoying meeting between difficult parties unwilling to come to a compromise.

A mistake on your end, they don’t take disobedience lightly.

You know this.

“… Ah?”

That, he questions lightly with his olive, slanted eyes narrowing, a playful chirp ringing in his delighted voice to pair off with an unsettling smile. A gloved hand caresses the skin of your thighs, soothing the soreness brought by your doting master prior, rubbing invisible circles into them, the other petting your head as your tail wags eagerly at the attention.

It’s not you, it’s your body reacting by nature. You do not like this.

You’ll try and convince yourself leaning closer to his comforting touch, at ease, for once... Before cruel fingers dug themselves into flesh, making you whimper, a kicked puppy.

“Puppy.. Why are you throwing a fit now? Do I have to treat this as if it were punishment? I don’t want to do that to our favorite girl.”

Pause.

“Well,” he chuckles quietly to himself, “not as of now.”

And punishments, the mind can think of so much. They’re rattlingly creative in that department, determining which method is effective in keeping a disobedient mutt in line. Not that this was an arduous task. Anything they come up with always leaves you malleable and weak. One of them happens to be like a ‘walk-in-the-park’, but it’s during midnight and you have been stripped of the comfort of warm clothes and any remaining rights you had - forced to put up with chilly weather, wind running against your sensitive bare body.

Then being lead around the headquarters naked, exposed, even when there isn’t a lot of people present does wonders on the psyche. This doesn’t happen too often, but when it does you’d even consider digging a six-feet grave with your name carved onto it. An escape through death; desperation. You think about this constantly, and consistently. It’s the only way out of their reach knowing the lengths they’d go into keeping what is theirs.

As for now, you just need to behave to avoid further punishment — cowering — nodding your head in defeat. It is in best interest.

“Good girl.”

A satisfying click can be heard.

The leash has been attached as advised.

Gorou, and the Cowering Bunny.

─ You were presented on a pricy pedestal as an anniversary gift; provided by Priestess Kokomi for knowing where his loyalty lies: with the Sangonomiya clan, the righteous group. Gorou’s never thought about anything else other than claiming victory on their end. Was there any room for another being to occupy his life? Especially someone so fragile.. and small? He doesn’t reach an answer until the sight of your droopy ears dangle off to the side, trembling under his scrutinizing gaze - hoping that this was another one of your sick dreams and not actually happening in present time. But beasts feast on fear and he can already taste it off you.

He licks his fang.

─ It was tame at the start. To begin with you were bestowed during the fight for emancipation. A rabbit does not belong on the chaotic battlefield but safe in their obscure burrows. For the most part you’re left alone with a temporary caretaker, someone who will actually have patience and pure intentions - you’ll miss them plenty when your real partner comes back to pay lots of attention to you after the decree has been settled at once and the opportunity to try and run away completely disappears. Now, he can enjoy his present to the fullest without any distractions flocking by. You, and him; nothing else to ruin this moment. But just wait till you both hit mating season, an imminent event that’ll have him breeding you for days until you’re hardly conscious, his seed overflowing from your abused pussy and him making sure none of it goes to waste - there is no way that you haven’t been knocked up.

You’ll bare a lot of children for him whether you want to or not.

─ Even the forces recognize you: the General’s prey - er, friend? Not that they care to sweat over any details. Gorou’s reclusive regarding his private affairs. They’ll see him as an understanding commander, one who just wants what is best for them as he does you. They’ll look out as well when he brings you at a camp just to keep an eye even if you’ve never attempted to escape, not once. With bandages wrapped all around a frail body littered in prominent hickeys, playful bites, and light scratch marks - avoiding contact with his comrades in fear of being condemned. Signs of ownership, possessiveness, and just the way he pushes his hungry love onto you.

Gorou cannot help it, you’re just too cute to not eat!

15. Delirium

On the battlefield, he is known for being ruthless.

Exhilaration floods in his system like a dangerous stimulant, running to his head as he rips through waves of faceless enemies using his strengthened claws and his sharpened teeth. Blood runs down his chapped lips - staining his uniform, but Gorou never falters. The lust for carnage persists until there is no longer anyone left to devour.

Victory tastes defined, fresh.

Copper staining his tongue, his teeth, his uniform - dripping from the corners of a wicked mouth as incisive canines latch onto unsuspecting invaders, penetrating flesh, tearing through muscles and tissue seamlessly as if it were his last meal.

To persist, to overthrow, to conquer.

And remember, it is not violence if they were vermin.

With the creaky door slamming wide open startling the poor wounded rabbit curled up in a lonely corner failing to seek comfort through darkness. An enemy you used to fear of, now a close friend that you’d hope would swallow your existence whole.

Gorou stands alert at the doorway, light blinding you momentarily trying to adjust to the sudden exposure.

A delirious glint glows in his teal blue eyes, scanning around the room for his enticing prey. When he coos out a name, yours, that has unknowingly enchanted him with an audacious spell, your heart wails and you cry.

He’s home.

Arattaki Itto, and the “Abandoned” Cat.

─ It just happened.. On one random excursion. His faithful lackeys stumbling upon a lost kitty cat in the dense mountains when searching for scraps left by petty treasure hoarders, Shinobu to be exact, and Itto never lessening a possessive hold. If you happened to be someone else’s, then too bad for them. Finders keepers - you’re his prized cat now! He’ll declare himself as your kind owner from there on out ignoring any complaints following a suit. Don’t worry, his loyal goons reassure you that their boss will treat you far well than the average human. Better than that! What’s not to like when Itto is providing everything besides privacy…

And are pets really in need of that?

─ He isn’t aware of how delicate you truly are. You’re usually found writhing in his suffocating grasp, being carelessly swung around like a cheap rag-doll from a thrift market. He carries you everywhere if safe to do so for extra moral support and is very shameless on displaying affection, confirming everyone’s suspicion that you are much more than what he states. Sweet of the troublemaker of the town to take in a defenseless kitty. Perhaps enough for them to almost forgive the gang’s silly shenanigans, your cuteness can be weaponized against many if used correctly.

─ You’re even tinier compared to his build, difference apparent. Putting you two side-by-side is comical to the eyes. You look like you’d break easily, crumble at even the slightest nudge. Is that why you sought protection from someone of a larger physique? ... Laughable, if only they knew how durable you truly are. Itto would know. Your small body somehow taking all of him, that visible tummy bulge, you being unable to produce a single thought, tongue lolling out, drooling. A face so fucked out, eyes rolled back - tearing away what little restraint he had from destroying you.

You’re like a favorite toy. Don’t worry, he won’t throw you away if you become wearied out, or broken.

16. Aftercare

“You need to be more mindful. You’ll break her at this rate.”

Someone mumbles under their breath.

The obscene sight hardly phases them, no. Frankly, this happens too often to be repulsed at this point. The Arataki Gang’s boisterous leader is known for inhumane stamina that comes with his unique traits, no human endurance could compare - and certainly not a petite kitty.

For that, a night with him holds no end.

Itto huffs, wiping the sweat and the enormous grin off his face. Even with some vigor left, he’d hold back. Someone is here. As much as there is pride in showing off fine results of his hard work, there’s no reason for anyone else to see you like this. Call it possessiveness.

“.. She can handle anything.” At the cost of your sobriety.

They clicked their tongue, hiding their disgust behind hardened eyes - in some way, keeping a calm composure, “Very well. Don’t come complaining later then.”

With a final pitiful look, one that feels like an eternity, they flee the room in immediate relief of the stifling room, door closing behind.

Itto’s gaze drifts down; heart melting.

He’s silently admiring his piece of art; a sick sense of satisfaction present in him. And you’re left disheveled, mascara mixed in with running tears and thick cum smeared all over your tiny body, ruined once again. Recovering, trying to find stability in between desperate wheezes for oxygen. But you’re still beautiful, he thinks.

A beautiful mess, and he’s the culprit.

Ayato Kamisato, and the Caged Puppy.

─ When his precious, darling little sister brought up the idea of tending to a pet, he thought that to be a wonderful idea! Sometimes the estate can be a little too quiet for their refined taste. A tamed animal would be able to brighten the dreary surroundings, filling the still air with contagious liveliness. Not that the siblings had to worry about any emergency absences, Thoma can handle another job on top of his other duties. The house trusts their keeper that much, even considering him to be a part of what is left of their family. No one is surprised when their young master returns home smiling with a collared ‘puppy’ trailing behind him helplessly.

They found one.

─ When they say puppy, they mean it. Even if Ayato is hardly present in the morning, he makes it up all in the afternoon and/or night. Bringing home thoughtful gifts fitting for a dog: treats meant for tamed animals, frisbees to play fetch with, and the occasional… toy. You’d only indulge in them out of boredom much to his sick amusement. Not many things to do locked away in an comfortable enclosure, anyways. There’s two bowls meant for you in the kitchen, for water and for food. You don’t eat food prepared specifically for a dog - you’re forced to eat like one, on the hard floor. He loves watching you who wavers, before bending your head down to lap up some water obediently. Ah, who can forget the custom-ordered lavish collar wrapped around your neck, ‘Kamisato’ imprinted in beautiful Kanji on it in case you’d run loose.

And yes, every time he arrives at home you will meet him at the doorway, starving for praise. You’ll do it all in order to appease him, if not for the sake of being allowed to move around without eagle-like supervision, not trapped behind iron bars.

─ Once the adorable puppy has accepted their place, then everything starts to get a little better. The cage no longer being a home, but rather a space to conduct punishment. You’ll have a personal little bed in the corner of his tidy room, maybe some small toys, Ayato preferred if his chambers were clean (considering he hardly remains there besides night, how can it possibly get dirty?). So why don’t you just give in? You might be able to sleep in his bed, with him, if you’re a really good girl.

Obedience comes rewards.

The bathroom, however, stays off-limits. You’ll do that business outside, naturally.

17. Perverse

If there is one thing he really likes, it’s to make others uncomfortable.

How they squirm scrutinized under his relaxed gaze, trying to adjust to whatever situation they’re thrown into abruptly (whether it’s orchestrated by him or not), Ayato likes them all the same. Noting mentally of what scares people, what makes them want to curl up in a fetal position, break.

If conceivable, can be applied to upcoming enemies.

Those who try to play cool are forcing out strained smiles; those who can’t help but panic; a game he’d gladly participate in, with delight.

Tonight, his fascination leaves you defenseless.

Arms behind your back, fastened by unkempt rope burning through fair skin; baby blue cloth secured around bright eyes, cutting off one of your senses; legs temporarily incapacitated, battered in vibrant, angry welts - courtesy of an eager whip.

All there is to do is anticipate, think of what Ayato has in store.

“S-Sca.. Scary.”

Your voice is hoarse, alien even to your own ears. Animals can’t speak, shouldn’t be able to anyways. His threat repeating itself continuously - slicing off your naughty tongue for good measure - and then you can’t actually say anything.

A golden rule has been broken…

... and he excuses it.

This doesn’t happen too often, your strict master forgiving mistakes.

But owners should be merciful sometimes, yeah?

Heizou Shikanoin, and the New Roommate.

─ It starts off with a tragic case. A couple going missing under no one’s radar, unfortunate that those were your loving parents. Finding out these sickening news when arriving back from a trip with close family friends, a group of intimidating men surrounding an empty run-down looking shack, your home - and a hospitable man bearing an attractive face. He greets the bewildered you coolly, like he was expecting your arrival any minute now. As for first impressions, Heizou makes quite the reputable one, making you feel somewhat at ease despite having been struck by desolation. No need to dwell any longer, the Tenryou Commission’s Detective has taken responsibility over this devastating incident. Heizou is, promising to bring a favorable conclusion... to the best of their abilities.

You cannot thank him enough.

─ With the distasteful section out of the way, the conversation falls into discussing the aftermath: if their child wants to remain in the house, for now. Thoughts of staying there, alone... feels haunting. Your troubled expression does not go amiss as Heizou proposes an idea: room with him. No one else resides in that keepsake lodge near their headquarters, merely a bored adult in dire need of some company. In short, there’s reasonable space for a new roommate, and accepting means becoming someone else’s burden, someone’s liability - which is alright. Anyone a part of their community deserves assistance, especially in these trying times. Stay. Remain there until they have been found, alive or not.

─ For this particular investigation, bizarrely, Heizou shares a few troubles. He’ll admit it during a hearty dinner, slightly sullying a light atmosphere - in good faith. You’re bummed, not disheartened. Everyone else had resigned themselves from an evidently impossible case, a sound decision for a lack of direction, suspects, and information leads to nowhere. If their boss has a hard time solving it himself then, what are the chances of them being able to give insight? To make up for this, he’ll make sure his guest (although it’s safe to say, an indefinite one) remains comfortable, providing superb hospitality. And yes, you do have freedom to leave the premise, whenever, wherever. Nothing physical will prevent you. But, isn’t that too dangerous? A culprit still runs loose, threatening a rather lovely city. Their next victim could very possibly be you.

Hence, staying inside is in best interest. Heizou knows best, knows what your parents would like in their absence.

And he knows where they remain, not that he’ll ever disclose.

18. Winner

“A-Are you sure this… Do people really play this game?” Uncertainty is laced in your voice.

“Of course, do you remember how it goes?”

“ .. Stay quiet.”

“Yes, and if you make any noise,” hot breath fans over your sensitive slit, “I’ll have to punish you.”

You’d bite your bottom lip in anticipation, a whimper away from losing a battle you’ve never had a chance in. The game hasn’t even started yet and you’re squirming. He’d have to pry your shaky legs to stay open, locking them in place.

You tremble even more.

“It’ll be fun.” For him, he says, burying his eager tongue inside your sensitive cunt. Continuously overstimulating and edging you into tears without rupture, wanting to see you lose all reason and beg for something much, much larger.

Submitting to pleasure, to Heizou.

#yandere #yandere genshin impact #ch.kazuha #ch.thoma #ch.gorou #ch.itto #ch.ayato #ch.heizou #tw.nsfw #tw.dubcon #tw.master/pet dynamics #tw.predator/prey dynamics #tw.breeding #sub!reader #timt! series #lord.hcs

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readerinsertz · 3 years ago

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NSFW Hetalia Character Requests MDNI

Warning:

Dark/hard kinks. I can see them all having potential with harder kinks.

I normally write established relationships- all of these kinks/scenes would have been negotiated about before, done in safe places (if in front of people, people you know and are comfortable doing acts in front of and who are aware of the scene and have consented). Also they give amazing aftercare.

1P!:

✧ Ancient Rome (flirty, fucks you in his armour, dark side, primal, pred/prey, training into fucking, play wresting into pinning you down and fucking you, threesomes, armour kink- makes you clean it with your slick, thigh grinding, titles, competency kink but fighting and weaponry, RP kidnapping you to keep you safe, misogyny/traditional gender roles but respectfully, wife waiting for her husband to come back from the war, probably finds WWM hot-you riding him and making out with another woman, also WMM, breeding kink)

✧ Germania (dangerous dom, lets you get away with shit and then snaps and spanks you, fucking in a forest, pet play, RP where he kidnaps you and keeps you in his cabin, condescension, size kink, pred/prey, primal, CNC, competency kink but foresting and hunting, titles, threesomes with Rome, misogyny / traditional gender roles but respectfully, likes WWM only does WMM with Rome, breeding kink, spoils you)

✧ Pirate!England (captures you makes you his treasure, mermaid-pirate RP, probably abuses his captain status, fucks you when you make mistakes, makes you wear in his hat and coat and fucks you in it, pretends to teach you defence but it’s just to demonstrate his strength and that you’re too weak you need him to look after you, innocence kink, DD, boot grinding, makes you wear a white dress and has you clear the deck “accidentally” pours water on you, a bully, knife kink)

✧ Punk!England (great at fingering, fingerless gloves, fingers you under the table and snickers when you struggle to answer people’s questions, punk!boy X good!girl, hates everyone but her!boy DD, likes you kneeling, puts his fingers in your mouth, your trace his tats with your tongue, pet play, collars, boot grinding, leather harnesses especially on his thighs, tongue piercing, big rings he makes you take off with your mouth, spikey collars on him)

probably only going to do this for short time period

2P!:

✮ Canada/James Williams: (object insertion, fucks you with hockey stick, picks revealing clothes and takes you out in the cold tells you to get on your knees if you want his jacket, full nelson, size kink, hair pulling, knife kink, CNC, badboy X goodgirl, hates everyone but her!boy, loves corrupting you, innocence kink, prefers sir but uses daddy in a degrading way as well, in his flannel shirt = fucks you, in his red Mountie uniform = fucks you, lumberjack, boot grinding, whenever you’re reading he fingers/teases you so you can’t think, cockwarming, collars, pet play, temp play, outdoors sex, degrader)

✮ Germany/Lutz Beilschmidt (hard dom, thigh riding, boot grinding, boot clearing, pet play, puppy play, collars, knife play, CNC, strength kink, size kink, chikan, BDSM, sadist, gets you stuck in something then fucks you pretending to “help”, primal, pred-prey, you the puppy him a wolf pet play RP, bunny/lamb x werewolf RP, you wear his jacket = fucks you, degrader, DD, religion kink, threesomes with his brother, has you naked and crawling around the room when friends are around, goes to BDSM clubs with you, likes when you’re a brat or a good girl, innocence kink)

✮ Prussia/Klaus Beilschmidt (softer than his brother, coos, pets your hair, quietly proud when you’re a good girl, can tame brats but if you’re really bad lets his brother have a go with you, innocence kink, degrades you then apologises and praises you, medieval military conquest RP, knight-maiden RP, king-captured enemy RP, has you polish his armour with your slick, object insert-fucks you with the hilt of his sword, im getting mechanic vibes from him, cold dark mysterious man, cigarette kink, puffs on it and watches you silently till you get on your knees for him, uniform kink, boot riding, misogyny/traditional gender roles but respectfully)

✮ US/Allen Jones (object insertion, fucks you with his bat, fingers you with blood on his knuckles and fingerless gloves, boot grinding, pet play, degrader, DD but in a humiliating way, makes you piss yourself, takes you on a “walk” won’t let you back in ‘till you peed, probably use the garden hose to “clean” you, laughs at your reaction to the cold water, eats you out for his pleasure, badboy X goodgirl, hates everyone but her!boy, CNC, chains you by your foot to a bed, misogynistic housewife kink “this is where you’re best, in the house cooking and cleaning for your man, and gagging on daddy’s dick” but respectfully, wear his jacket = fucks you, threesomes with his brother, takes pictures after creampies you threatens to show everyone it, probably has your nude as a background pic)

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years ago

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Request: I’m blessing you with this. Minotaur Bokuto with reader given as a sacrifice to him. Have fun, ily 😘

I did have fun thank you I’ve been dying to be ravaged by Minotaur Bokuto.

Warnings: loose understanding of the Greek labyrinth, unspecified village/family/home lifestyle, feral Bokuto, Greek gods exist, predator/prey dynamic, dubcon/noncon, mentions of blood, dumbification/mindbreak, creampie(s), Hanamaki is mentioned and never seen

“God Hanamaki, please let me escape from this never ending maze with no wounds. Let me prove to my family that I’m worthy enough,” you speak to the darkened corridors, frightened eyes looking to every noise in fear your death is soon coming. Hanamaki has heard your prayer, your plea to leave, but whether he wishes to grace you with his mercy is only up to him to decide. As you trail your hand along the wall, searching for an exit, you find another corridor. Turning down it becomes a mistake, as the fire burning from the torch illuminates the Minotaur’s face, golden ring glinting in the blaze. Golden eyes that look hungry and has your stomach dropping as you turn to run.

Vaguely remembering the twists and turns, you retrace your steps. Skipping one corridor that leads you into the center, you continue straight as you hear the heavy footsteps of him behind you. He’s larger and stronger than you, his knowledge of the labyrinth grander than yours, but you’re small enough to turn sharp edges, light footsteps compared to his. You think it’s an advantage, hearing his footsteps falter for a moment as he stops in front of a corridor he isn’t too sure whether you went down or not, but you soon find yourself in front of a wall.

Turning back is useless, but it’s your only option. Once more, praying to return him unscathed or even alive, at this point, you try to run past the towering Minotaur. He, however, is quick to react and you find your head slamming against the floor of the labyrinth. The throbbing in your head has you momentarily stunned, unable to properly comprehend what is happening. A large warm hand trailing up your thigh snaps you to reality, eyes adjusting to the dimly lit corridor, the light above you obstructed by the back of the creature on top of you. Struggling is futile, his hands large enough to hold you in place with just one of them as the other continues to trail up your legs under the dress.

“Hanamaki, please, let me survive this encounter,” you pray once more, before you’re stopped by your own cries of pleasure. His fingers are thick and long, exploring deep parts of you that you don’t think anybody could ever reach. “Ha-Minotaur, please, spare me,” you change your pleading attempts, small hands pressing against his strong chest.

A deep rumble erupts from said chest, golden eyes holding you in their predatory gaze. “Bokuto. My name.” Is all he says, eyes never straying from you. Repeating his name back satisfies him, a devilish grin as he hears the name on your tongue. It’s a quick glance you obtain, before his head turns back to your body, specifically where his fingers are rubbing inside of you. “Perfect,” he grumbles, low but loud enough for you to hear.

Unable to ask what he’s referring to, you find your nails dragging against the dirtied floor beneath you, Bokuto’s thick cock splitting you apart as he pushes in. He doesn’t stop nor give you ample time to adjust, his hips starting a brutal rhythm that has you screaming in pain and nails trading the floor for his broad shoulders, scarred from years of down in the labyrinth. Stinging pain sears your cunt, the skin swollen from the immediate stretch, a small sheen of red coating Bokuto’s cock as it defiles your insides. His grunts of force are right in your ear, his body keeping you firmly pinned down as his arms hold your legs wide open, dangling in the air as you attempt to breathe properly, air stolen from your lungs. It’s a sudden change, feeling the harsh burn turn into a numb pain and pleasure overriding your senses as you moan out his name, walls gushing around him as he continues to plow into you.

A relentless pace that never seems to stop, not even as you feel warm flooding into your stomach and coating your walls in sticky fluid, he continues to drive himself into you. Hooves keep him steady on the floor, able to push himself into you with a force only Bokuto could manage. Your hands find themselves grasping onto his horns, trying to ground yourself as you try to keep yourself from collapsing under him. The slippery puddle beneath you is surely more of his cum than yours, the copious amounts he’s poured into you unable to completely stay inside, but you’ve reached your end more times than you can count.

Another deep grunt and an animalistic snarl has your eyes crossing, toes curling as drool spills from your lips, creaming on his cock as he plugs you up, filling you with his heavy cum. Rutting against you, your nails trace the smooth horns as you attempt to catch your breath. Finding himself satisfied with your completely ravaged state, he removes himself from you, letting your legs finally fall to the ground. They’re numb from holding a single positions for hours, but your vision is so blurred and your mind is so fuzzy you couldn’t walk if you tried. Instead, Bokuto lugs you over his shoulder, huffs as heavy footsteps move down the passageway, following the path to the center.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #haikyuu smut #Bokuto smut #cw.hybrids #tw.predator/prey #Mr. Kōtarō #Bokuto.Spice #tw.dumbification #tw.mindbreak

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readerinsertz · 3 years ago

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NSFW Bleach Character Requests MDNI

Yes, will write with any kink:

Captains: Suì-Fēng, Gin, Aizen, Byakuya, Tōsen, Kensei, Kenpachi

Lieutenants: Renji, Shūhei, Ikkaku, Kaien Shiba

Hollows: Starrk, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, Szayelaporro, Franceska Mila Rose, Ggio Vega

Humans: Ichigo, Uryū, Tsukishima, Jugram (haven’t seen last two but they hot)

Others: Hyōrinmaru, Kisuke, Kokutō, Noba, Senbonzaukra, Yoruichi, Yumichika, Zangestu

Depends on ask + Dynamics (NSFW onwards! MDNI)

Captains:

⛧ Unohana, Isane (soft Dommes, maybe MD/LG and patient roleplay, infantilisation/piss, will let/force you to suck their tits, potential yandere, coos “you’re too little to do X, let mummy do it, darling”, picks and helps you into clothes, pet names, some sweet but you associated with bedroom activities, makes you blush when used in public whilst others awww unknowingly)

⛧ Lisa (cruel, sadistic hard Domme, DD, pet play collars & leash- degrader forces you to woof for her, loves marking you and seeing your struggled explanation, you “claiming” her by scratching her back- grins when changing and gets asked if she fought a cat, makes you read stories whilst cockwarming, spanks you whenever you mess up)

⛧ Shunsui, Ukitake (soft DDoms, threesomes, lowkey infantilisation- coos down saying “too weak/little to do X”, cockwarming, size & competency differences, dumbification, integrate cages into their offices/homes- beds, tables, kitchen counters with the base a cage/cage carved into them, fluffy dog beds under their office desk, DD/LG or pet play that lasts more than a single session)

⛧ Yamamoto (age gap, authority kink, gives you anything but the moment you imply you have the power = over his knee spanking, temp/wax play, neglect play- makes you kneel and wait for his attention as he works, sometimes with a vibe that he can control, brat tamer, degradation “needy slut letting an old man fuck you over his desk” praise after so know he doesn’t mean it- cherishes you)

⛧Sajin (Pred/Prey, primal, ruts, knots, praise (both ways- tail wags when you slur how good he makes you cum), possessive, protective, size kink, teaches you defence ends up fucking you, biting- wearing his bites proudly sets him off, grabs you and takes you to a forest, “you have ten minutes to run to safety. If i catch you in that time, you won’t be able to stand by the end of it”)

I prefer human form

⛧ Mayuri (Hard Dom, experimentalist, sadistic, master/slave, scientist/student or teacher/student RP- you cheating on or failing an exam and need to make up for it, cockwarming even if a person enters, nakedly crawling by his subordinates, ‘you can look but not touch’, makes sex pollen, dumbification, neglect play. Aftercare King, adores you in an amazing-science-finding way)

will struggle with fluffy

Lieutenants:

⛧ Rangiku (H+S Domme, w/ consent fucks drunk you, CNC, loves taking advantage of you, innocence kink- not knowing how to finger yourself, wanting to better your alochol tolerance, don’t know how to file paperwork, condescending tease, faux concern, praises and humiliates simultaneously, you go to work with a vibe, asks if anyone can hear buzzing, great aftercare with harder kinks)

⛧ Kira (S+H Dom, laid back but puts you in place when too bratty- will sit and watch you with a raised eyebrow, probably takes you to a BDSM club to show what a good girl you are, lets his friends watch him fuck you but he’s possessive- they can only fuck their fists, learns how to safely do kinks you’re interested in, silk ties, vibe in public, faux concern, likes you kneeling, teacher/student RP)

⛧ Mashiro (mostly soft Dom, spoils you, acts like a sugar mummy. Can be cruel- punishes you by making you (a pillow princess) ride her, won’t help you cum, marathon sex where she use her hollow mask for greater stamina, uses her scarf as rope, tit play (both ways loves you nursing from her and pinching yours, nipple + clit clamps), petplay, her covering your body and fucking you)

⛧ Akon (S+H D, whipped but push too far and he will punish you. a quiet, controlled dom who will normally let his sub be bratty in front of people but when alone will destroy you. NWCM, master/slave, oral cockwarming him while he works, pet play with scientific knowledge to make the ears, tail and heats real, scientists examining a new breed RP, probably makes sex pollen, dubcon)

⛧ Chōjirō (softer Dom, strict on manners, N/SFW punishments. Dildo on chair/mirror disinterestedly watches you ride it, putting you in the corner book balanced on head, NWCM, degradation, foot humping, dumbification- likes teaching you; he’s older and wiser, “let daddy help you understand X” him tutting when you make mistakes, “it’s my fault, poppet, thought you were big enough”)

Hollows:

⛧ Adult Nelliel (mostly soft D, nurturing. Nice punishments = overstimulation, mean punishments = boot worship, humiliation, fucking you in released form. continues fucking you if someone walks in, asks them if they want to join. Primal, makes you crawl naked and collared, a cow bell swinging above your chest, dehumanises you “only goat here is one by my feet” amazing aftercare follows)

⛧ Tier (mostly soft D, queen-maid role play, throne fucking, fully submerged water sex you trusting her with your breath sparks something in her, blood play, loves when you use her to cum but she’s still got the power/authority, dirty talk, infantilisation, instructs you on how to finger yourself, service!top, lets you suck her fingers when you pout, forces her fingers in your mouth when you’re bratty)

Others:

⛧ Ryūken Ishida (DD, doctor-nurse/patient, maid RP, dubcon, innocence kink, intelligence/dumbification kink- showing he’s cleverer than you, you kneeling, casual dominance- makes you light his cig for him. Degrader “sluts need older men”, cockwarming him under hospital desk, him teaching you archery, every bullseye he hits = clothing item off of you, then an orgasm from you, then certain acts- blowjobs, anal. If you complain, turns you into his arrow holder)

⛧ Isshin (breeding, housewife + strength kink, full nelson, wall sex. Goofy but mean!dom, spoils you, sugar daddy energy-buys lingerie just to rip it off. Bows, laces, infantilisation, anal. Degrader. Says he’ll protect you during horror films then scares and fucks you where you fall, CNC, pred/prey, loves you sucking his fingers, collar with his name/bitch/cum dump, pussy slaps, him cooing how your tight pussy can’t take his big cock, creampies where scoops his cum back in)

⛧Sode no Shirayuki(Rukia’s Zanpakutō spirit)(mean bratty!dom, temp play- fingers you with cold hands, ice dildos, freezes you to surfaces to restrain you then laughs and asks if you’re cold, sits on your face for hours “this is my seat”, loves that Zanpakutōs serve their masters but she’s domming you “what would they say, a Zanpakutō with a soul reaper for a pet?” role reversal- you are her Zanpakutō following her impossible orders so you get punished)

⛧Katen(Shunsui’s sword spirit w/ eyepatch) (cruel, wear her clothes or no clothes. Put her crown on you once, went feral and left you bedridden for 3 days. A Qween so serve her by getting on your knees, queen-maid RP, also role reversal- you’re the queen and she fucks you on “your” throne (won’t lower to a jester but a knight from own/another kingdom that beat you or maybe an advisor you trusted- Kyōkotsu playing knight whilst she’s an adviser holding you down, telling you it’s for the good of the people) gets a gag with a dildo on the outside and rides it/your face, prioritises her pleasure. Do well, she’ll let you cum- on her boot. Holds “court”, you cockwarming/pleasuring her, no one acknowleding you)

⛧ Kyōkotsu (mask) (a switch, obeys Katen but doms you. Also a snitch, fucks you when Katen forbids it, promises not to tell but tells so she can watch you be punished. Play wrestling with you as pets under Katen’s supervision with her pinning you down and leaving you a drooling mess. Forces a vibe in you before you meet the Queen, snickers when Katen asks why you’re flushed, proposes you’re nothing but a cheap concubine trying to seduce Katen and have to be punished. Will RP as your bodyguard/knight that gets fed up with your attitude and fucks it out of you. Makes you hump her sword’s hilt, tickles you with the feathers at the end of her sword)

Captains: Love, Rose, Rukia, Shinji

Lieutenants: Hiyori, Momo, Nano, Ōmaeda, Yachiru

Humans: Ichigo’s friends (Chad, Orihime), looks like/is a kid (Ichigo’s sisters, Kisuke’s children, Loly, Menoly)

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NSFW D. Gray Man Character Requests MDNI

Haven’t seen Hallow yet, may update this when I have

✧ Kanda (Hard Dom, degrader, “pathetic, humping my boots already?” princess, slut, object insertion, fucks you with his sword, hair pulling, head pusher, doggy, doesn’t need to punish you cuz you’re too scared to disobey him and get be punished, spanked you so hard once you couldn’t sit down and were limping, punishments are normally him jerking off with you watching and not helping, sadistic, makes you (hygenically) lick his cum off the floor, cums scoops it up and either forces it back into your pussy or into your mouth, finger sucking, sparring that ends with him slamming you onto the floor and bruising your cervix, housewife/domesticity kink, takes care of your nails and hair without asking, makes sure you’re fed by giving you food and walking off lol, pulls you whilst you’re walking in the corridor into a broom cupboard just to kiss you for 10 mins with one hand gripping your waist/butt and the other resting on the wall above your head, makes you walk around with a dildo and smirks when people ask you if you’re okay, degrader, daddy? Or Sir, marking, threesome with Lavi to see who can fuck you dumb quickest, probably lets Allen watch him fuck you, Allen balancing him out with his soft dom-ness, “training exercise” where he ties you up and gives you 5 mins to escape then teaches you the correct way fucks you or demonstrate what the enemy would do to you, you in his lap back to his chest and legs hooked over his him fingering you, plays with your pussy in a non-sexual way, nipple pincher, size kink, strength kink, innocence kink but also if you are strong and can fight loves being the one to overpower and take you down, CNC, Pred/Prey, seems the type to steal your pants then casually twirls them around his finger when people are nearby- won’t actually let them get a glimpse at what is his but the way your eyes grow wide in fear and how your body brushes up against his as you jump to grab your pants he’s dangling above your hear is just oof, face and pussy slapping, Brat tamer #2- doesn’t even wait for you to tire yourself out from the tantrum before he’s on you, RP: akuma!reader x exorcist!Kanda, akuma/noah!Kanda X exorcist!Kanda)

✧ Lavi (Soft and Hard D, DD coos down at you, loves when he’s holding you up and fucking you and you’re too small and weak the only thing you can do is grip onto his shoulders, probably ties you up and gags you then leaves so he can come back to a present, pet play, fox or cat play, threatens to turn your pussy into his new hammer/innocence holder, praise, spanking, boot humping when you’ve pissed him off and have to work to get into his good graces again, dumbification, student-teacher, bimbo-tutor RP, Intelligence kink, pretends to “teach you” but gives the hardest material and fingers you so you fail, him tutting when you make mistakes, “it’s my fault, love, thought you were big enough”, soft gaslighting- 2+2=4 one day then 2+2=5 the next- “oh well, you’re too stupid to teach, might as well make you my cockwarmer/cum dump/ puppy”-, sadistic, “training exercise” where he ties you up and gives you 5 mins to escape then teaches you the correct way fucks you or demonstrate what the enemy would do to you, cockwarming, “where’s the scawwy monster little one, need daddy to make you safe?” collars, face fucking, deep throating, him holding his head on his fist propped onto the armchair, gazing down at you and softly telling you about some sex thing on his travels, fucks you with his fingerless gloves “nope, again, your slick still hasn’t soaked the end of ‘em” a tease, dirty talker, blindfolds, bondage, fucks on door that have people behind it, threesome with Kanda- wither 2 mean!doms or soft and hard dom, pussy slapping, brat tramer #3, looks at you bored until you tire out “you done little one?”)

✧ Allen (soft dom, “baby why are you pouting?”, great at fingering, strip poker where you’re naked and he’s clothed, NWCM, “incorrectly” teaches you poker so you always lose, him going easy on you if you persuade him, pet play, boot grinding, can be mean “look at my messy little pup, so in heat you got slick all over my boots. Clean it up”, cockwarming, praise, cooing at you, nipple pincher, plays with your pussy all the time, long train rides pass with a dildo/vibe in you and a gag covered by a mask, fucks you in your uniform, never let you touch his left arm but snapped one day when you came whilst grinding on it, maybe pins you down with it activated, pink pants with lace, lingerie, sugar daddy energy, hair pulling, marking, scratching, messy kissing, light face slapping, infantilisation, service dom, lace collars)

✧ Kory (softest dom, in an AU where you’re all banging i can see him being the one subs go to for aftercare, wraps his cape around you and tugs you into his chest rests his chin on the top of your head, size kink, strength kink, protector, possessive and will pout if you don’t give him enough attention, cannot discipline you at all, probably has to get the others to do so, probably cries when he tries to spank you in punishment- which is an effective way cuz you don’t want daddy crying because of you, buys you anything you look at for more than 3 seconds, so many pet names, some in Romanian, biggest service dom, thigh highs, eats pussy for his pleasure, calls you his rose, vampire-maiden RP, master-slave/pet, him manspreading and you kneeling in between his legs lets you be bratty and hump his foot/leg, cooing down at you, infantilisation, adores you, sitting on his lap-cockwarming- and lets you play with his white streak or put makeup on him. When his innocence is activated oof mean/hard!dom Krory activates too, pins you down on the ground and raws you, CNC, Pred/Prey, manhandles you, scratches, biting, degrader, makes you believe he’s praising you in Romanian but its’s just degrading things, puppy play, RP: master-slave, his vampire salvia has aphrodisiacs RP, Dacryphilia, collars with bells)

✧ Kamui (soft daddy, makes a sybian for you, RP: scientist-new specie, need to test equipment on his assistant, assistant coming to science head for a promotion, teacher-student, bimbo-tutor, oral cockwarming whilst he’s working, pet play but with science to make it all real, injects you with stuff that enhances everything, probably cups your face with his hand, dumbification, bimbofication, NWCM, lingerie, wear his lab coat = fucked dumb, can be real sly, puts a vibe on you to see how many orgasms you can take, uses your pigtails to fuck your face, infantilisation, cumming on your face, ahegao and photos of it, school girl uniform)

✧ Lenalee (soft Domme, mummy, sooo much praise, sits you down between her legs and does your hair “lets see if mummy can make your plaits fall out again” uses them to fuck your face, picks your clothes; rarely remembers pants, makes you her bimbo, jock!girl x bimbo!girl, goddess-priestess, queen-maid, flips your skirt up and nonchalantly fingered you, inspections, strapons too big for you “babygirl, mamma will make it fit”, RP: headmistress-bimbo student; akuma!reader x exorcist!Lena, bonadges, boot worship, lets you suck her tits, plays with your pussy casually, eats you out in the library, pet play, kitten curled up naked at her feet, sits in her chair with her legs over the armrests hand in your hair directing you to her pretty cunt so you can spend hours worshipping her, NWCW, sits on your face, foot fetish-makes you kiss her feet, has a cruel streak, packs and pulls you by your hips to grind her bulge into your ass, praise, soft degradation)

✧ Tkyi (hard dom, degrader, makes you hump things, object insertion, RP: master-slave;master-pet; dresses as an aristocrat and you a whore; exhibition- fucks you in the town square but you are his- but also aristocrat-damsel; princess-knight; with PRIOR CONSENT gets your nipples peirced and clit- he/another Noah pins you down as he/another Noah pierces you, you going to the “doctor” cuz you tingle down there or your daddy taking you to the “doctors”-another Noah cuz “her princess parts keep leaking”; exorcist reader x akuma!Tyki, collars, face slapping, coos down at you, cockwarming, another one who’ll finger you whilst reading something, “let me show you why we keep humans as pets”, finger sucking, deep throating, has you servicing him whilst at the table with the others present, praise/degradation in Portugese, strip poker, sugar daddy vibes, uses his Choose ability to torture you, phases his arm through a door/seat and fingers you, Refusal ability to stop you coming and edges you, implants the Teez in you but they’re pleasurable like Ben Wa balls, fucks you in his awakened Noah form, him teaching you how to finger yourself, inspections of his princess, ahegao probably has pictures of it in his wallet)

Haven’t watched enough of him yet to write requests for him

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