[chequiiita]

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ ❝ CHESHIRE ❞ ── twentyfive. s/her. mexícana. pansexual.

multifandom writing blog │ sacrilege and horror pilled. sad emo boy lover. dark & nsfw content ahead! this blog is for sinners, psychos and freaks ─ purists and minors beware!

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sorry for the lack of updates. i was in the process of moving + a few other emotionally distressing stuff. hopefully, i should have another post up this week :)

[cheraphiim]

kaiser and his sloppy kisses because he just doesnt know how to kiss right 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

[cheraphiim]

he's the type to slam his lips to yours without warning, making your knees weak. not because its romantic but because he's 6'1, heavy af and pressing his weight down to practically bend you backwards and crush you

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as im nearing 200 followers, i just wanted to clarify something rq. when you follow, please read my rules. i am not taking requests atm. i have a few things lined up that im gonna post and its eating up most of my time already. plus, i only write for a few characters.

unless i find the idea compelling enough to write for, i'll write it. but there are characters i don't write about because: 1) i have no interest in writing for them. 2) i do not think i will write the character well if i have no interest in them. and 3) the prompt goes against my writing comfort zone

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his tongue running flat on your cheek to taste your tears when the stretch overwhelms you to the point of pain

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OOOOO THIS BLOG THEME

UHMMMMM YOUR BLOG THEME??? ITS LITERALLY SO GORGEOUS!! 💖

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WHEN PREDATOR MEETS PREY

𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄...! A fun date with Bunny turns into a night of danger when he suddenly chases you into the woods. But what'll happen if he catches you?

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍! 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓! dark content, nsfw, noncon primal play, dubcon oral (f!receiving), fingering, bunny chases you thru the woods

𝐀/𝐍 : this is another reupload! i needed to make a lot of changes to this so hopefully yall still like it <3

This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

"Keep running, cariño," a dark, familiar voice giggled, a devilish smirk stretching across his lips, his voice an echo in your ear as you ran through the darkened forest.

With only the moon casting a dim light on your surroundings, leaving you with only your wit and intuition to guide you through the darkness, branches whipped at your face and tore through the fabric of your sleeves, digging into your arms as you fought furiously against nature.

Dead leaves glued themselves to the bottom of your shoes, mud caking itself to your legs when you splashed through small dirty ponds from the previous night's rain. Blood trickled down your swollen and cut cheeks, throat dry and lungs shriveling from the cold wind invading your windpipe. Every branch stomped on sent an eerie chill down your spine, wondering if it had been your doing or the man chasing you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill as the rush of fear became overbearing, your heart thunderously pounding in your chest, your heartbeat deafening.

You were sure you were going to pass out soon, the burning ache in your calves and thighs rendering you nearly exhausted. Despite the soreness your muscles and your body begging you to stop and rest, fear is what kept you going. The sensation of being captured and tormented prevented you from stopping, knowing if you hesitated in the slightest, he'd surely catch you.

What would happen then? What would you do if he caught you?

There was no time to linger on the thought ─ you had to keep running, for your life. You urged your body forward, the only direction that could possibly lead you out of the woods. Jumping over fallen logs of trees was a struggle against the slippery, muddy ground, yet you maintained balanced. Even with a small trip here and there, you carried on.

There wasn't a single other person around for miles. No houses or buildings to escape ─ the horror of your reality was beginning to dawn on you. It would be hopeless and a fruitless effort to scream and shout for help. No one would be able to hear you.

There was no hope ─ you were prey.

How did you end up in this position again? What act of insolence could've possibly warranted such an escapeless terror? Oh right, you accepted a date from a stranger, a man you barely knew. He seemed kind and gentle, if a little off-putting, his crimson eyes carrying no light in them. He was handsome and charming, making your heart flutter with just a smile.

His name was Bunny, and you fell for his trap.

The date started out innocent enough. He picked you up, gifted you an expensive bouquet of flowers, paid for dinner and drinks at a nice pub and suggested a nice stroll along the woods, wanting to bask in the cool breeze of the autumn night. When was the last time you had been catered to such a romantic and thoughtful date? The night couldn't be better, but just when you thought it was about to end, Bunny stopped at an opening in the woods and turned on a timer ─ 5 minutes.

"Run," he said casually, as if this was a normal thing to do on a first date.

You were dumbfounded. 5 minutes to run, but why? What for? You hadn't even a chance to ask him what he meant before he smiled at you. Not the same sweet smile he showed you all night ─ it was sinister in nature, his lifeless eyes suddenly gleaming with a predatory excitement.

"Run," he said again and you needn't be told twice.

You turned on your heel and darted into the woods, the last sound you heard was the chilling sound of his laughter and ringing of the timer going off and the fast pattering of footsteps chasing right after you. The asshole set off the timer before time was even up.

And now, it felt like you had been running for hours, navigating blindly through the maze of trees, praying you wouldn't run into any other predator, the one chasing you already terrifying enough to give you a heart attack. Every small clearing offered you some respite, until the sudden call from the evil behind you sent you forward, forcing you to dash again.

Unfortunately, your jumbled thoughts clouded your focus and in the darkness of the night, you missed sight of the misfortunately placed tree root sticking out from the ground. Stumbling, your foot caught in the root, sending you forward onto the wet forest floor. The fall was painful, rocks piercing and digging into your skin, mud slathered on your clothes, mixing in with the blood trickling from small cuts. Your body ached from the abrupt fall and your hands sunk into the earth as you attempted to lift yourself up. Bruises were bound to litter your body and you might've even cracked a rib or two from landing on the thick tree root.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, pobrecita," you heard from behind.

Your heart stopped ─ that chilling voice. How close had he been this whole time? Turning around ever so slightly, you spotted him, Bunny, inching towards where you lay weakly on the ground. He loomed over you, head tilted with a mock pout on his lips, but those dead eyes carried lust in them, with a dash of pity.

"Bunnies need to be more careful of where they're going. You could really hurt yourself, cariño," he mocked, the corner of his lips twitching with an evil grin.

Without hesitation, you sprang up off the ground, steadying yourself on your feet before limping away, trying to move as fast as you could, but it was futile. You were too injured to move, the tears you had been trying to hold back now cascading down your bleeding cheeks.

He stalked towards you slowly, like a lion creeping up on its prey, waiting for the moment to strike. In this state, you were easy picking, perfect to snatch and devour. With your limp, you wouldn't be able to get far.

Leaning against the trees helped to add support for your weight, even if it was a lost effort. He reached out to grab you, his large hand wrapping around your bruised and cut arm, digging into your skin. A loud cry erupted from you, fat tears falling faster from your eyes puffy, red as you looked back at him.

"Don't hurt me," you pleaded weakly, and for a split second, his red orbs blinked in confusion. Hurt you? Why would he do that?

He quickly masked his surprise with a grin, loosening his grip before tugging you backwards, your back flushed against his broad chest, burying his nose into your neck, breathing in a long whiff of your scent.

"I won't hurt you," he purred, manhandling your body until you were pressed against the closest tree, your chest and face pressed firmly against the rough and itchy bark. "Why would I hurt you? I just wanna play."

Play? Your arms were held tightly behind your back, Bunny's nose still buried in your neck and hair, occasionally coming close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin, sending a shiver of dread down your spine.

"What are you gonna do to me..?" you shakily asked.

"What am I gonna do?" he mockingly asked, tapping his finger to his chin with a hum.

"Well, what do you think I'm gonna do? I've just caught my little prey."

His chest was pressed flush against your back, hips rolling against the curve of your ass, a low groan emitting from the back of his throat. You bit your lip to suppress the moan you wanted to let out, unwilling to let yourself find pleasure when you were wracked with fear. His hand reached out to your face, his thumb pulling your lip from your teeth.

"Don't get quiet on me now, cariño. I wanna hear you. Scream for me."

Your teeth chattered and your body shuddered, his calloused hands snaking up your plush thighs, toying with the hem of your panties.

A cold breeze swept through the woods at the exact moment his fingers hooked under the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down your thighs, nearly tearing the thin piece of fabric off your hips. You didn't know what caused you to shiver more: the cool gusts of autumn wind or your legs being spread apart by the man who had been chasing you, watching him through your peripherals as he sunk onto his knees, the mud squelching beneath him as knelt onto the ground, dim, red eyes catching sight of your glistening folds under your skirt.

"Bunny, please... don't..."

His eyes flickered up to yours, still red and flooded with tears.

"Don't what? I haven't done anything... yet," he said with a grin, ducking his head back under your skirt.

A surprised gasp slipped out when you felt the strange sensation of his tongue licking a stripe up your folds, a shiver rippling down your spine as you tried to push his head away.

"Wait, Bunny!"

He wasn't waiting, and he had no intention of stopping either, not when you tasted so good on his tongue, not when your sweet scent filled his nostrils. His eyes threatened to roll back into his head from just the feeling of you trembling alone. He was rock hard, the rough fabric of his pants straining against his bulge, yet he couldn't even think of touching himself, wanting only to focus on the gorgeous sounds of your mewls and the nectar glazing his tongue.

He was a madman, licking and sucking at your lower lips like a starved prisoner. Your body shook violently against the tree, the ache in your ankle restraining you from being able to kick him away. Now, Bunny may have been cruel to chase you through the woods unprompted, but he was still a gentleman, and he took notice of your distress.

Without breaking contact with your clit, he lifted your injured leg, giving you some relief even while his mouth was sucking the life out of you through your throbbing pussy.

Bunny even went as far as rubbing soothing circles on your ankle, his other hand snaking its way up to your cunt, shoving two of his thick fingers inside of you. It was tricky to get his rhythm and pacing right, but when he was in sync, stars formed in your hazy vision. The kindness of his massage on your ankle contradicted the thrusting of his fingers, yet his attentiveness is what sent heat waves to your core.

A cry escaped your lips as he continued his assault on your lower region, his digits curling inside you to bring you the pleasure he knew you deserved for being so good and "letting him" chase you.

Stars were everywhere now, tears flooding your tear ducts as fire pooled in your abdomen, that familiar burn coiling in your stomach.

"Bunny," you choked out, soft tear droplets spilling down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. The forest soundscape was no longer the hooting of owls or the howls of foxes but the dirtiness of squelching from Bunny shoving his fingers in and out of you, the tip of his tongue flicking at your sensitive bud.

"Bunny, please," you cried out, your voice shaky from crying. And while the pain in your ankle slowly subsided, the winding coil in your stomach only grew tighter.

"Please, what, cariño? Suddenly you don't know how to talk? Are my fingers fucking you that good?" he mocked.

You were at a loss for words ─ torn between wanting to give in and ask him for sweet release or holding out and not letting him get what he wants. Because he wants you to ask him to cum. Bunny wants you to be dependent on him, so reliant that you can't even cum unless you ask him first.

And in your pain-filled daze, the former sounded like pure bliss.

"I-I need.. to cum," you whimpered.

He smirked against your clit, pulling his fingers out and leaving you feeling empty and needier than before. But just as you were about to cry for him, he replaced his digits with his tongue, punching the slippery pink muscle it in and out of your cunt, silently giving you permission to cum on his tongue.

Between the tongue fucking and his tight grip on your thighs, you were in Heaven, the fear and pain you felt minutes ago dissipating and morphing into ecstasy as you finally let go, juices spewing and coating his tongue and chin. His face was wet, for sure, but he didn't mind a single bit of your orgasm.

Even after you came, he was still lapping at your drenched folds, drinking in every bit of you that he could before standing back up, keeping a tight hold of your injured leg. He wanted you to be afraid of him, but he definitely didn't want to hurt you.

You were his baby now.

"Do you think you can walk?" he asked with genuine concern, his breath hot against your ear.

You rolled your ankle just a bit, a small stinging pain running up your leg, but it wasn't as bad as you initially thought. He carefully let of your leg, allowing you to put pressure on it.

"I think so," you guessed. It didn't hurt as much anymore, but you might be walking with a limp, finally ready to be done with this and go back home to the safety of your bed where you'll never again have to see this man.

But any thought of being rid of him was stomped on when you noticed his smile, that same evil grin as before. A chill ran down your body, fear flooding you all over again.

This wasn't over, far from it.

"Good," he said. "Because you have two minutes to run this time."

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𝐀/𝐍 : oh man. the day kaneshiro reveals bunny to have any sort of religious bg is the day i out myself as a witch lol. ive been writing sacrilegious bunny content since he was introduced to the manga. anyways enjoy :) another reupload w some changes

bunny likes church girls ─ one who stays true to her faith, recites her verses and ends her day in prayer. there is no sweeter delicacy in this life that is sweeter than a young lady who holds her religious faith close to her heart, but he finds even greater pleasure testing the strength of her unwavering loyalty. he doesn't care too much for prayers and sunday service, actually. it never appealed to him, until he met you ─ a gentle angel he vies to corrupt and punish. and he will.

he starts out small ─ grazing your thigh if you sit next to him during mass, pressing his lips to your cheek when you come in for a departing hug, tugging on the rosary that hangs from your neck in an attempt to rile you up. he loves to see how flustered and annoyed you get with him, and yet, your faith remains intact. it's sickening.

so he uses a stronger approach ─ he'll whisper dirty scenarios in your ear while the pastor leads the sermon, maybe even tug on your ear with his teeth if he's feeling extra brave, uncaring if people cast him sideways glances and glares, mumbling under their breaths on how "disrespectful" he's behaving in front of the Lord, not that he cares. you'll find his hand snaking up your thigh and underneath your sundress, his thick fingers pressing against your clothed mound as you shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying not to draw too much unwanted attention from the neighboring church goers.

"pay attention, cariño," he whispers while slipping his hand into your panties, gliding his digits between your surprisingly slippery folds. ah, so you were enjoying this.

it's hard to pay attention to what all is being said and done when you have two fingers pushing in and out of you though, the unfamiliar stretch of his digits scissoring you open while the pastor travels down the aisle chanting from his soul. when you look over to bunny, his eyes are fixated, not on you, but on the pastor, as if he isn't fucking you with his own fingers, smiling ever so slightly when your walls clench around him.

and that's not the worse he'll do to you. bunny begins appearing in your dreams ─ and they're not good dreams. vivid images of the crimson-eyed tyrant flood fondling you in church, pushing you to commit the most heinous of sins are all you see in your dreams, your nightmares. what startles you most, though, is when you find yourself lying in bed at night, hand lodged between your thighs, rubbing fast circles on your clit in a desperate attempt to rid yourself of the desire caused by the dreams of you and bunny together in unholy matrimony. pure bliss has never tasted sweeter than now, but you've also just sinned ─ it was time to seek aid from a priest.

you never had a reason to visit a confessional booth (not that you needed to until now), so you weren't too familiar with how they operated. with a deep breath, you stepped into the wooden room and cautiously relayed to the priest on the other side about these vile dreams and the strange feelings you've begun to develop, hoping to find some answers. but what you didn't know is that the priest had long left the church for the day, but a very special friend saw you enter in alone.

he had been on the other side the entire time, absorbing every little detail of the dreams that have plagued you for days. bunny urged you to dig deeper and explain in greater detail the nature of your dreams, to which you do, still believing it to be the priest. your head was downcast, eyes fixed on your lap in shame, giving bunny an opportunity to open the small partition, his crimson eyes focused on your flushed cheeks and shaking hands.

now that he has leverage, his plan to corrupt you moved faster, knowing exactly what your fantasies are of him.

bunny pinpoints your most vulnerable moments and utilizes them to extent. when he sneaks into your bedroom and finds you praying at your bedside, he lifts you from the ground, pinning you to your bed with his heavier build. it's impossible to move and just as you try to scream, he shuts you up by slotting his lips with yours, swallowing your whimpers. the sliminess of his tongue sliding down your throat should have you gagging, but it doesn't and you find yourself parting your lips wider to allow more of him in. but he has better plans. pulling away with heavy breaths, a trail of saliva connecting your lips, he slithers down your body, pressing soft, warm kisses to any inch of exposed skin, stopping only when his head meets your plush thighs.

his eyes flicker momentarily to meet your when he suddenly notices the bible on your nightstand ─ now he has an even better idea. he reaches over and lifts the heavy book, handing it over to you.

"read for me, cariño. and try not to stutter," he commands before dipping his head in between your legs, tugging your already damp panties to the side. he breathes in the saccharine scent of your virgin cunt, feeling your body tremble underneath him as he sweeps his tongue across your delicate folds.

you almost dropped your bible on your face, holding it up as steady as you could to read from it. your lips quivered and your voice turned shaky as you try not to stumble on your words. but when he starts sucking on your sensitive bud, shoving two fingers through your tight walls, creating a scissoring motion to spread you out, you nearly scream out, clenching your eyes shut and burying your face in the pages to keep yourself from crying out.

god, bunny just loves to see you fall apart. he can't help but enjoy the sight of someone so pure and faithful fall apart to the recreational pleasure they swore they wouldn't allow themselves to feel. bunny takes pride in knowing he's the only one capable of corrupting your faith, to open your eyes to a whole new world of sin and debauchery you've barricaded yourself from.

which prompts him to take it to the next level.

after finding you alone at church again, praying fervently for forgiveness, he joins you in prayer, sitting in the pews unusually quiet. the church was void of people, giving him another perfect opportunity to ruin the "picture-perfect" image you carry so gracefully. unwilling to let you finish praying, bunny snatches you from your seat and holds you to his chest with one arm. his strength was good for something and with his free hand, he expertly unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down far enough to release his aching cock. of course he was hard ─ nothing turned him on more than the mere idea of fucking you in a sacred place.

it's a tight fit, but you manage you fit the thick head of his cock between your tight walls, your back pressed against his chest as you holds you still on his lap, giving you time to adjust to his impossibly large size. the stretch was brutal and each inch of his length shoving into your burned through your body, tears spilling down your cheeks and he wasn't even fully sheathed. he probably should've put a condom on, but the idea of fucking you raw, of breeding you on sacred ground in front of jesus made his cock twitch inside of you.

you look so pretty on his lap, you always did. tears stained your cheeks, your dress bundled around your waist, legs quivering and nails digging into his arms as you grip onto him for support. with no warning, bunny lifts you up and slams you back down onto his cock, earning a pained mewl from above. this is what he wanted. by the end of this, you were no longer going to be the good, prodigal daughter, the one who lent a helping hand and offered prayers to those in need. no, he was hellbent on breaking your religious spirit.

he needs no help slamming you up and down on his dick, listening to the sound of pitiful whimpers tumbling from your lips echoing in the empty church, erotic squelching noises bouncing off the walls.

your moans progressively become louder, an eruption of pathetic pleas and mewls.

"pray, cariño. that's what you came here for, right," he grunts, thrusting his hips up into you with no stops, his pace brutal and unrelenting.

you can barely breathe, much less speak properly, but you do your best to recite the prayer you had started when he came in, your vision blurred with the tears of pleasure you thought you'd never shed until you were married.

hell, if bunny has to marry you to see this sight everyday, so be it. after taking you like this, there was no way in hell he'd let another man have you. your prayers were his. your faith and love for your god belonged to him. he'd make sure every sunday, after service, he would fuck you so good you'd see the god you delivered prayers to. the pearly gates of heaven were only so bright as long as bunny brought you there.

with a final thrust, your gummy walls gripped his throbbing cock, keeping him in place while the coil in your belly unwound, ripples of ecstasy wracking through your body. bunny groaned low as own need for release followed shortly after, streams of hot cum filling you to the brim until you were leaking all around him.

he held you in place on his lap for a little longer, his big arms wrapped securely around you as he delivered the last line of prayer you couldn't bring yourself to say while he fucked you.

"lead us not into temptation," he whispered, licking the shell of your ear. "but deliver us... from evil."

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𝐀/𝐍 : another reupload!! and another fave post of mine! can you tell i love writing for kaiser?

kaiser will never give you the satisfaction of a quick fuck. no, he doesn’t believe in quickies.

kaiser loves to take his time with you. dare i say, he really loves to torture you and your poor clit. he’s not subtle at all with the way he desires you ─ subtlety is not his strong suit and it truly never will be, especially when it comes to how he loves and ravishes you. he loves hard in worst way and it reflects on your sex life as well.

he NEEDS to take his time to torment your clit ─ worship it and spend every waking moment of his life with his fingers lodged inside your cunt or his mouth attached to your swollen bud. so if you’re asking, or worse, begging, for him to eat you out, don’t expect him to finish the task in 10 minutes.

the second the room fills with the sound of erotic squelching as he plunges two of his long digits in and out of your gummy cunt, rest assured that any and all plans have been cancelled in advance. he's hungry for something other than expensive restaurant food and the way your pussy sucks his fingers back in greedily, his tongue flicks at your sensitive bud with teasingly short flicks, is all he needs on the menu tonight. soon, you shudder, another orgasm ripping through your body, sweet juices coating his tongue and fingers. your eyes flicker down to meet cobalt orbs when he pulls out his digits to suck on them like a candy treat.

nothing turns kaiser on more than the twisted expression on your face when you reach your 4th or 5th orgasm for the night. or at least, you think that’s how many times you’ve came tonight. you lost track several hours ago, the ache between your thighs evident of just how pussy-starved your boyfriend was. and just when you thought you'd had enough, the devilish blonde whips out his favorite vibrator to abuse your clit with, as if it wasn't swollen enough already.

"no, micha, no more. i can't─"

"i think you can, schatz. just a little more," he teases, as if he hadn't made the same empty promise when you ripped the second orgasm out of you.

shock waves ripple through your body the second he presses the toy against your sensitive bundle of nerves, the riveting vibrations coursing up your spine that had you arching off the bed. that evil and teasing grin returns to his face when he sees tears pooling on your lower lid. does he wipe your tears away? if he's in a good mood, yes.

but right now, he's feeling particularly sinful. he hates to see you cry on a regular day, but when you're tearing up from the painful sensation of overstimulation ─ he's over the moon. because you're crying from the pain and pleasure he's bringing to you.

"c'mon, schatz, don't cry. you can handle it. you wanted this, after all ─ so take it." of course, he gaslights you into thinking it's your fault for bringing this upon yourself, and it just might be.

after all, the two of you had dinner plans for the evening, but watching your handsome boyfriend dress himself for your date had you aching to pull his clothes back off his body. kaiser easily sensed the sudden shift in demeanor as you gawked at him from where you sat. he knew that look, that special gleam, in your eye and he was about ready to give you that satisfaction... until you asked him for a quickie.

a dumbfounded look scrambled across his face, and it was one you'd never seen before ─ until it morphed into one of offense. it looked as if you had just insulted him and his ancestors. a quickie? no, absolutely not. kaiser wasn't going to succumb to a quick 5-10 minute fuck, or however long it would take him to spill inside you. what was he, a horny teenager? he was desperate but not enough to stoop to a quickie.

instead, due to your offensive question, you were subjected to clit torture. hours and hours of torment to your most sensitive region. you don't even know how much time has actually passed since he nearly ripped your expensive dress off your body and threw you onto the bed. you vaguely even remember kaiser stopping after your second orgasm to call the restaurant and cancel your special reservation, your mind fuzzy and and vision blurred with unshed tears.

"see what you do, schatz? we could've been having dinner together by now. guess i'm the only one eating tonight."

moral of the story? if you value your clit, don't ask kaiser for a quickie. if you do, then cancel any plans you have for the day. dinner reservations? cancelled. party you’re invited to? declined. dentist appointment? rescheduled. hotel? trivago.

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oops i forgot my replies were off 🧍🏻‍♀️

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can u do scare actors fic but with sae, isagi and nagi pleaseee

hey anon, did u know that i was originally supposed to make a pt2 of that scare actor post w these exact characters (except i added reo to nagi so it was a tag team sorta thing). shit happened tho n i hit a writers block so i never got around to finishing it. its still in my drafts so if i find the strength n inspo to do it, i will ^^

also for future ref, im not taking rlly taking requests rn since ik i couldnt keep up w them

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CUM ONE, CUM ALL

☠ 𝐁𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄...! These scare actors are the best in town and they're not afraid to take things to the next level. Are you prepared to find out how? FEAT. MICHAEL KAISER, BUNNY IGLESIAS & RIN ITOSHI

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍! 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓! dark content, nsfw, aged up, slight predator/prey play, stalking, dubcon, oral (f!receiving), fingering, overstimulation, slight blood, dry humping, squirting, biting, semi-public, slight gaslighting (from kaiser lol), lmk if i missed anything

𝐀/𝐍 : REPOST! if this post looks familiar, it's because it's a reupload from my old blog (cheshitora/chesh-re). this is still my favorite post to this day so ofc i had to reupload this one first. there will definitely be more to come in the future, both new uploads and reuploads ^^ i still standby the fact that the bllk men would make the best scare actors. this is proofread and edited slightly to clear up spelling errors and anything that may have seemed confusing before <3

☠ BUNNY IGLESIAS

bunny runs his own side of the park. he gained massive notoriety after videos of his haunted maze went viral online, showcasing not only the colossal, inescapable labyrinth but also his refined technique in producing high quality scares. cameras littered the halls, tucked away into corners to capture each individual scare adventurer's face.

at first, people were quick to look down on his attraction due to the usage of rabbit imagery and, of course, his own name incorporated with the title of his maze. it was actually his name that caught the attention of you and a group of your friends see the new attraction and see what thrills waited beyond the caution sign.

your friends were fast to start making fun of the "cutesy" rabbit aesthetic, documenting their journey into the maze on their phones that would later lure in more eager participants, as the maze progressively becomes more horrific in its imagery and increasing difficulty to escape.

somehow, in the midst of your own exploration and documentation, you lost yourself within the tall walls of the puzzle, losing track of your friends and the sound of their shouts and screams. each turn led you to a dead end, forcing you to turn back and choose another route.

too engrossed in finding an escape, you barely registered the soft padding of footsteps nearing you from behind ─ and before you knew it, two strong arms wrapped around your frame, slamming you face first against the cold, hardened wall, trapping you instantly between two (surprisingly) muscular and scarred arms.

you writhed and frantically screamed for your friends, or anyone, for help ─ until a hand was clamped onto your mouth, silencing your frightened shrieks of terror. the sight of a terrifying plastic bunny mask only served to scare you more, ripples of fear shooting down your back in thick waves. the mask, covered in splattered red paint, slowly shifted into your peripheral, a single finger rising to its lips in a "shh" motion, warning to stay quiet.

you don't know why, but you nodded. you should've been scared, should've been terrified to the bone, but you couldn't help but feel slightly intrigued by what was to come.

the assailant, seemingly content with your compliance, slowly removed his hand from your mouth, pulling back his mask to reveal the face of a man you'd seen before, but only in pictures and videos. bunny iglesias ─ the famous scare actor and the crazed creator of this maze. you'd recognize him anywhere ─ a large cross-shaped scar on one side of his face, soulless crimson eyes, arms decked out with scars and an unnerving grin that made you nauseous, yet your walls clenched subconsciously.

his tongue swept across his lips, causing you to shiver again. leaning into you, his breath hot against your ear that triggered the goosebumps on your skin, he spoke. "don't scream," he said in a hushed whisper, loud enough for only you to hear. your eyes went wide at the sudden demand, but you nodded once more. this might've been a mistake, but when he grabbed the waistband of your shorts, pulling them hard and fast down your shaky legs, all safety precautions were null.

well, that explains why he told you not to scream.

you squeaked in surprise, trying to push him away as he knelt down behind you, smothering your backside in hot, wet kisses that had you whining for more, despite the desperation in your movements to keep him away, trying to slap your hands at his face even if your panties were now sticking to your sopping wet clit.

he hooked his finger into the middle of your panties, tugging them to the side and marveling at the sight of your glistening pussy, licking his lips like a man about to devour a five course meal.

without warning, bunny buries his face between your cheeks, tongue darting out like a dog to taste you. he moved between frantic licks and sucks to your pretty bud, erotic suckling noises coming from your backside as you tremble against the wall. he placed his large hands on your plush ass, spreading your cheeks apart to expose more of your sensitive flesh to satisfy his appetite. he was crazed, his pink muscle moving expertly between your puffy folds, flicking the bud of your pussy with the tip of his tongue.

"que rico, amor," he pants between breathes, reattaching his lips to your lower ones, eyes rolling to the back of his head when saccharine nectar falls his tongue. he's relishing every second of this. every squirm, moan and whine ─ he's drinking it all up.

tears stain your painted cheeks, your mouth agape with only pitiful whines rising from your throat as heat pools in your lower belly, your slick sliding down his throat the more aroused you become.

"i.. i need to.."

"hm? you need to what, amor?"

"cum," you mewled pitifully. "i need to cum."

had this been a normal day or a normal hookup, he would've prolonged your release, would've made you beg ─ but the way you sounded, the sweet way you told him you needed to cum made his heart leap and cock harden more than it was already.

"mmm, then do it," he purred, pressing a kiss to your slippery clit, his hands squeezing your thighs so hard he was sure to leave bruises on your skin. but you needn't be told twice, clenching your eyes shut as a wave of ecstasy crashed over you, a fountain of sweet juices spilling out of your pussy and into bunny's mouth.

he drank every drop you gave him, licking his lips clean of your slick before nibbling at your rear, leaving behind small red marks all over your skin.

giving your ass a small smack, he stands back up and leans into you, his lips right against your ear.

"smile, cariño," he whispers, placing his hand under chin to tip your head back, your eyes widening with shock as they land on a camera in the corner of the hall. you forgot ─ this place was filled with cameras, and you'd just made yourself a porn star in bunny's haunted maze.

"you're a star."

☠ MICHAEL KAISER

run, run, run as fast you can. because kaiser is not only one of the haunted house's best actors, but one of the most ruthless.

though disliked by his fellow actors, kaiser is admired for his skill and technique, finding him to be insufferable but down right chilling. taunting and cruel, he never backs down from a challenge. someone doesn't want to be scared? he'll insult them. another person doesn't want to piss their pants from fright? don't worry, he still has something special up his sleeve for you anyway.

and his site? set up like a castle ─ the haunted house is expansive and impossible to navigate without light. it's dark and there's a special performer for each and every checkpoint and corner you turn. and as the haunted house gained more attention and love from thrill seekers, kaiser's portion of the castle became the side no one wanted to experience. people tried their best to get through his chambers as fast as they could but often found themselves at the receiving end of nightmare fueled terror, heart attack inducing scares and cruel bantor.

kaiser's chambers gained immense popularity, which was what brought you and your partner to the massive haunted house, a long line chaining from the front doors and cascading around the property. the wait was long and with you and your partner at the back of the line, it would be hours before you'd be able to enter.

by the time it was time for your party to go inside, it was nearing 3am, the witching hour, and surely the actors would be too tired to continue the act, right? to your surprise, they still produced the same high quality acting they gave the several groups in front of you, terrifying you and your partner. when a masked actor charged at you with a knife, you accidentally ran off in another direction, losing sight of your partner in the darkness, skipping over a slightly obscured "do not enter" sign that prompted the actor to halt his pursuit.

once you were successfully lost, you attempted to locate where your partner and the rest of your group went. you were alone ─ lost in a labyrinth of horror and no map to navigate your way out of here. but you barely even noticed just where you were too, the real reason why the scare actor that had previously chased you stopped their chase.

the sound of a tongue clicking from somewhere in the darkness sent a nervous chill down your spine, sweat building on your forehead as you finally registered where you landed yourself ─ in the lion's den, kaiser's chambers. you shakily turned around, barely making out the dark silhouette of a man sitting on a bed in the center of the room.

but you knew exactly who it was, the numerous videos of people experiencing the real horrors of the famed scare actor rolling out in your mind. a cheshire-like smile stretched across his lips at the sight of your feared expression, tilting his head to the side with mock concern.

"what do we have here? you lost?" kaiser questioned, his tone condescending and showing no genuine worry for you.

you gulped, unsure of how to respond. yes, you were lost, and you knew he had no intention of helping you. his job was to scare, insult, terrify ─ not to aid and you were anticipating his next move, making yourself ready to run if you needed to, as if you were facing against a real attacker.

big mistake.

his eyes narrowed at your stance, a look of frustration dancing across his face when he registered that you were trying to escape. he hadn't even moved yet and you were already trying to run. kaiser didn't know if he should be offended or upset. instead, he flashes you another smirk, knowing that your attempt to run was fruitless.

"trying to leave already, schatz? i haven't done anything.. yet." he then points to the door from which you came from ─ it was closed and locked from the outside, a favorite timed trick of his to ensure a proper scare and traumatize anyone who dared to enter his chambers alone. an uneasy feeling shuddering through your body when it dawned on you that you were trapped with a trained maniac.

you charged for the door, banging your hands against the hard wood, screaming for help, pulling and twisting the handle in despair.

"there's no use screaming either. this room's too far from the main path."

great. anything else you needed to know?

"plus, it's past closing time. no one else is supposed to be in this area but me," he added, much to your dismay.

kaiser slid off the bed, the sound of his boots landing on the ground causing you to jump and face him, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. his icy blue orbs shone even in the dark. his boots thudded heavily against the ground with every step he took in your direction. you pressed back against the door, feeling helpless with no other way to escape.

but something about the way he stared at your frightened state uneased you. usually by now, from everything you've seen, he would've surely done or said something that would have had you crying and pleading for him to go away. he was a master of terror, but right now, he seemed... different... hungry. there was a dangerous glint in his eye that told he wanted something more than just a simple scream from you.

that was enough to get you to turn around and try the handle again, making kaiser roll his eyes in frustration.

"i told you that won't work," he said, grabbing the back of your shirt to tug you away from the door, your feet tripping from suddenly being forced to walk backwards.

you stumbled and landed in his arms, much to his delight. in a swift movement, he lifted you from the ground, hauling you over his shoulder and walking back towards the dilapidated bed, throwing you down onto the springy mattress.

a choked gasped escaped when you landed on the bed. you scrambled to sit up when you felt the bed dip from kaiser's knees digging into the bed, but he spared no second to press his weight down on you and crash his lips against yours. his tongue darted into your mouth, creating sloppy, wet kisses, lips smacking loudly against yours.

his hands climbed all over you, dipping eagerly into your pants, his fingers prodding at your quivering entrance over your panties. you bit down on his lip hard, extracting blood from the fat of his lip. he should've been pissed off but your fight only drove him to want to break you. a little blood wouldn't hurt him, after all. you slapped your hands on his chest to get him off, but it was no good ─ he had you firmly pinned beneath him.

his long digits dug their way through the flimsy fabric of your panties and straight into your tight, wet cavern, causing him to moan against your lips at the feeling of your warmth around his fingers. pulling away from your mouth, kaiser breathed heavily, his warm breath fanning over your face, his eyes hooded and dark.

"fuck, schatz, you're so tight," he moans out, curling his fingers in a way that has you seeing stars. your body continues to squirm under him, his tongue sweeping across your cheek and along your jaw, smearing blood across your skin that had accumulated in his mouth.

any attempt to shout is quickly replaced with whines and mewls as digits continue to move inside you, his movements slow and languid, like he was holding back on purpose. but he knew how to hit every spot, the tips of his fingers hitting your sweet spot that generated a burning fire in the pit of your belly.

he hits the same spot over and over, ramming his fingers into your cunt with a fire in his eyes, now determined to get you to crumble and fall apart ─ just so he can do it again and again and again.

he's rock hard, rough fabric straining against his aching, confined cock, but he's too obsessed with your contorted expressions of pleasure to think about his own needs. right now, he needs to see you cum. not once or twice, but as many times as he can rip out of you.

wet slapping sounds, along with the song of your moans, fills the dark room, your moans turning into shrieks as kaiser rips your first orgasm out of you, tremors wracking through your body as your vision blurs with tears. with heavy breaths and shaky hands, you weakly try to push him off again, but he doesn't move. pulling his hand out, kaiser hurriedly shoves your pants and panties down your hips, using his knee to spread your legs apart.

his hand moves back to work on you again, lodging his fingers within your walls. tears prick the corner of your eyes, your body too weak to fight back, soft whimpers and pleas falling from your lips.

"n-no more, please," you begged, but kaiser didn't stop, his hand only picking up speed. he offers a breathy laugh, finding joy in the way you plead for him to stop, even though your pussy was sucking his fingers back in.

"i don't think you want me to stop, schatz," he grunts, shoving his fingers in and out at a brutal pace. you subconsciously rolled your hips onto his fingers, pitiful whines filling his ears like a beautiful symphony of dubious pleasure.

"you came here knowing who i am. this is your fault ─ isn't this what you wanted?" he laughed. his tone was mocking and it did nothing to deter you from him.

"no. it was an accident," you panted between moans, but the way your pussy clenched around his fingers had you singing a different song. he didn't believe you for one second, even if it was the truth. your words fell on deaf ears, filtering out everything you said in favor of only listening to the crescendo of your intoxicating song.

kaiser buried his face into your neck, biting down on the skin of your neck. his movements were sporadic, almost begging to feel you cum for him once more. you didn't know if you had it in you, but when your stomach began to wind up, you knew you'd be coming soon.

you had never felt this kind of pleasure before, not even by the partner you loved so much, who was probably searching everywhere for you since you hadn't emerged from the haunted house yet. and just as you thought about them, there was a harsh banging on the door on the other side, your partner's voice calling out for you. they had probably alerted a member of staff about your disappearance and led a search through the castle for you.

you wanted to call out for them, but your voice was lost, releasing only cries and mewls in favor of real words.

"c'mon, schatz. let 'em hear you," kaiser rasped, pulling out his fingers abruptly that had your body shaking violently, candy-sweet juices squirting out of your cunt. your eyes widened in surprise. you didn't even know you could do that, and kaiser seemed just as surprised, but happy nonetheless.

the frantic banging diminished and you envisioned the look of disbelief on your partner's face from what they just heard.

kaiser pressed a kiss to your forehead, bringing his slick-coated hand to his mouth to suck off the rest of your arousal.

he knew your partner was still lingering on the other side of the door, most likely devastated from the sound of their girlfriend being fingered by the most famous scare actor in town.

but that was fine with kaiser ─ you belonged to him now.

☠ RIN ITOSHI

rin doesn't work in any of the fancier or elaborate haunted houses or mazes. he works as a stalker in the amusement park, weiding a long, heavy weight ax, a simple black and white mask covering his face and a white muscle tee to show off his toned arms. mysterious (and sexy) but scary enough to make park goers feel uneasy when they notice him from across the distance, especially as the night travels into the late hours near its close, the pathways emptying as people made their way back to their vehicles.

he's not a chaser. he doesn't bother to run after people who scurry off the second they see him coming after them. his long legs and endurance allow him the ability to reach people with long strides in seconds. he doesn't get paid enough to chase people throughout the park. in fact, sometimes he wonders why he even became a scare actor in the first place. sure, the job was enough to fill the empty spaces in his schedule and keep him busy, but sometimes, the bratty kids and "you-don't-scare-me" men was not worth the headache and long work nights.

until the eve of halloween, that is.

the night before halloween, the biggest night of the year for horror lovers and adrenaline junkies, you decided to visit the park with your friends, wanting to experience it one last time before they close it down for the season. you'd been a few times already earlier that month, but the scary ambience thrilled you nonetheless. rin had noticed you every time you came, so he wasn't surprised to see you had come again on the eve of halloween.

it thrilled him, actually, in a way he hadn't felt before. and before long, you started to notice a masked man following you and your friends around the park. knowing it was just another scare actor, you shrugged it off, giggling to your friends of how "creepy" he was being, with the occasional "he's kinda", followed by a series of giggles and flirty comments.

but when you walked off on your own to find the restrooms and spotted rin following you still, a blanket of uneasiness shrouded you, prompting you to walk faster, further away from your friends. normally, you'd be flattered by a scare actor stalking you with the intent of offering another sinister thrill, but this felt different.

the park was booming with business, a sea of bodies slamming into you from all angles, the smell of alcohol and sweat burning your nostrils as you navigated your way through the park. rin kept up with you easily though, enjoying the sight of you cautiously looking over your shoulder to see if he was still following.

even in the bustling crowd, he never lost sight of you, keeping his eyes trained on your quivering figure. he was a wolf hunting down his prey and he reveled in the chase, actively pursuing you, letting you believe you had the upper hand.

after pushing your way through the crowd, you emerged sweaty and breathless, hoping you were able to lose rin in the crowd, and when you turned your head to gaze into the crowd, the green-haired stalker was nowhere to be seen, filling you with relief.

believing you were finally safe, you tried to circle back around the park to where your friends were last, only to find yourself in a much more deserted side of the park. there are a few ride attendants but very little people around. as you walked alone through the dark paths, a hand reached out from the small alleyway of two shops that were closed for the night, darkness blanketing over you and the man that pulled you in.

it was him ─ he had been able to keep up and outsmarted you. now, he had you in his grasp. he pushed you against the wall of the shop, your chest pressed firm into the brick layering. he leaned into you, his large body covering yours as he pulled up his mask, his teals eyes illuminating in the dull lighting, waves of hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he sprinkled feather-light kisses to your neck.

"i didn't think you'd really try to run from me," he rasped, rolling his hips against the curve of your ass, eliciting languid mewls from you. his hands found the curve your hips, and he pulled you back against him, rubbing his bulge desperately between your cheeks, low grunts seeping between his lips as he nibbled on your ear.

he's not sure what's come over him, but seeing you so scared, so desperate to get away from him ─ it excited him. he's followed many people around the park all month, instilled a great amount of fear into several other park goers who underestimated his skill, but nothing compared to the shock and fear in your eyes, the way your body trembled and writhed, the soft moans he pulled from you the faster he humped you from behind.

he hates dry humping. what was he, a horny 15 year old? but this was all he could get from you for now, biting down into the skin of your shoulder that earned a loud scream from you, a scream so loud it was sure to attract anyone close by. but that didn't deter him, your loud shrieks causing his cock to twitch and leak under his black jeans.

"f-fuck... 'm gonna cum," he groaned, snaking his hand into your skirt to rub at your needy clit, moaning when he feels how slick and eager you are for him, despite your supposed fear and attempts to push him away.

"looks like you're enjoying this too." his tone was monotonous but there was an edge of desperation to it, like he was holding himself back from doing more to you.

his long fingers slipped between your drenched folds, wasting no time to press his digits into your awaiting hole, curling them inside of you as he slowed his pace, wanting to make you cum first.

your arousal made it easy for him to punch his fingers in and out of you rapidly, the obscene sound of squelching sending a tingle down his spine as he rubbed his clothed shaft against your rear again. the feeling of your walls tightening around his fingers nearly sent him into oblivion, but he held back, telling himself to wait until you came first.

and you weren't that far. you erupted in moans and whines as the winding coil in your belly came undone, your gummy walls sucking rin's fingers back inside of you. your screams and moans were an unholy symphony to his ears and he followed you shortly after, painting his boxers with hot, sticky seed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. thank god you couldn't see his face right now.

when you arrived at the park, getting dry humped by a scare actor wasn't what you were expecting to happen tonight. but for rin, the second you stepped through the doors of the park, he knew he had to get you alone. he'd probably lose his job after this, but halloween was tomorrow and he couldn't care less. the job just wasn't worth it anymore, not that it ever was.

besides, he was just going to follow you home anyway.

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