Ft; HABIT x Reader
SUGGESTIVE CONTENT MDNI.
Warnings; suggestive themes, abusive relationship dynamic, habit because he is a warning himself.
Summary; As a prisoner you need to adapt, which means sucking it up and following rules, they can't be that bad though right?
A/N I finished my exams guess what that means.. COOKING NIGHT AND DAYYY
Requests are open!! pls request pspspsppspslslss
It’s probably been months since you saw real sunlight, or was it weeks?
You lost count after week three.
The basement was dingy, smelling of dust and something metalling. It was cold, it clung to the back of your throat. You didn’t get a privilege of a heater, nor anything warmer than a thin wool blanket and a white night gown.
No underwear, no socks.
Habits rules.
You scratch at the metal cuff attached to your ankle, the skin around it raw and bruised from constant prodding and pulling. Habit seemed to adore the new look, smiling and digging his fingers into the bruises. Laughing and purring the moment your eyes started to gloss over.
The small space was engulfed in bright white light, kept on day and night. It made the sleep shallow, almost see through.
Habits rules.
He liked to grab your face the moment you wake up, brain still foggy with sleep. He made sure his nails dug into your cheeks. You would whine out only for him to coo and call you names while you tried to sputter and try to understand what’s happening.
You miss your clothes, the warm hoodies, bright colored t-shirts. Instead you are sitting in a white night gown. Lacy, almost see through. He liked to add splashes of colour, red being his favourite. It spilled so pretty from your lips he said once.
You asked, once, twice. It was polite, as much as polite you can be in a situation like this.
“Please just- just one shirt. I’m so cold.” you would whisper.
He would smile, head tilting to the side. “Is that why you are shaking so much?”
“Y-Yes please I just-”
What happens after that is pretty much what always happens when you beg. He grabs you by the hair, forcing you to look at him and simply say no.
You wear what he wants, when he wants and how he wants.
And good bunnies listen, no?
So that’s why you sit, feet hanging off a creaky bed. Hands folded across your chest to try and keep the little warmth your body produced close by. It was meal time soon, or so you hoped, the way the floor upstairs creaked and moaned meant that he was home.
Then, slowly, the door opened.
You jump with every heavy footstep. Your heart is beating faster and faster.
“Missed me?” he said.
You simply watched, eyes scanning his entire body.
No food.
“Aw, are you hungry?” he cooed, stepping closer, you tried to shrink into yourself. “Good news Bunny, I have a gift for you.”
“A g-gift?” you echo, words shaky and quiet.
“Oh. Yes.” He smiled, before pulling out a crumpled piece of purple material.
He must be fucking kidding. Panties. You beg for something warm and he brings you panties, hell they looked as thin as the gown you had on.
You swallow, throat dry “I do-don’t..”
His smile twitched, expression darkening. “You gonna bitch about it after begging me for so so long?”
You press your lips into a thin line, hands pressing into the warm skin of your chest. It somehow felt more exposing than the fact you are basically naked. “N-No thank you.” You mumbled, despite your better judgment and immediately regretted it.
“Aw, I get it, you are just a little shy aren’t ya?” he said, fingers tangling into your hair.
You yelped when he tugged your hair up forcing you to stand up, feet against the cool concrete. Your hands weakly reach out for his arm, he chuckled face getting close to yours. “Just a shy little bunny, what would you do without me?”
his other hand trailed up your body, you almost thought he would choke you instead his fingers sneaked behind the thin collar of the gown. You swallow, your hands weakly squeezing his arm mouthing small pleads he would ignore.
The rip of the material felt grating, making your skin prickle and eyes gloss over. Now you were fully naked, exposed.
“See what you made me do Bunny?” he asked, you whimpered in response, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid the expression he made. You doubted he was smiling, but the frown and pout somewhat felt worse.
„Open your eyes before I do something I will regret.” He chuckled. „You are a good little rabbit and you listen. Right?” His hot breath fanned your face, fresh but slightly metallic. You unwillingly creaked open your eyes.
„There you go, you are not as stupid as you look.” The toothy grin came back, wide, wrong. You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you nodded. Finally he released your hair and you sighed, shoulders relaxing and arms falling to your sides.
“Now.” He dangled the lacy panties in front of your face. “You know the rules. Put it on.”
i know everyone hates the super feminine weaker reader x habit but i kinda love it 😞 i like it even more when it’s with natalie/clockwork x reader LOL even tho she’s not as mean
i swear i’ll publish fanfic after finals are over guys
| Nina (the killer) Hopkins x Fem! Reader x Kate (The chaser) Milens
Warnings: dom! Nina, dom! Kate, sub! reader, dub con, religious themes, corruption, innocence, praise, degradation, marking, strap sucking, kate is called daddy, oral, hair pulling, shyness, dacryphilia, overstimulation, reassurance.
| Nina is your roommate and closest friend, with you being a sweet religious woman and Nina being her bold self. When she asks you to meet her friend Kate, you expect it to be innocent—it’s not.
You were Nina's perfect roommate--unsuspecting, sweet, supportive, and always on your knees in worship of a god neither Nina or Kate believed in. They deserved no salvation, especially not in your room full of icons of Saint Agatha, crosses, and angelic bedding that only the purest girl deserved.
Y/n, you adored Nina. You two were total opposites, but she was your closest friend. So, when she hops around your room, telling you she wanted you to meet her 'friend', you didn't think anything of it. Nothing could've gone wrong, right? You trusted her with your life.
Stepping out in a white nightgown, wooden orthodox cross hanging between the sternum erotically, the two women sit next to eachother in the living room. Touching, warm, quiet. You bow your head in respect, sitting down infront of both of them while Nina drawls loudly. "Hey Babe! This is Kate...she's quiet but, im sure she'll love ya."
The moment you locked eyes with Kate a shudder of something borderline demonic went down your spine. The dark haired woman had a look of concrete. There was something predatory about the two of them tonight, but hey, you were a woman of god; you weren't allowed to think bad of others without getting to know them!
So how did it end up like this? You, drinking for the first time, Nina's hands pushing the shot into your mouth? You, Y/N, a girl who goes to church every Friday and Sunday, letting saints watch you claw at floral sheets?
You didn't even realize it, but you were led into your own room, pushed on your knees and made to beg for something other than the fantasy both of them hate so much-Kate with her legs spread wide on the bed, and Nina standing behind your sunk body.
Nina's hand tangled in your hair. She pulled your head up just enough for you to make eye contact with her, before moving to pet you. "Say it. Tell Kate how much you need her."
You hiccup, a flush filling your cheeks. Nina traces a cross into your already mush scalp, and you couldn't help but stammer out so sweetly: "D-Daddy...need you...please."
You're pushed forward by Nina, Kate slowly unzipping her jeans so the strap she was wearing underneath springs out. You let out a whimper, confused and intimidated, but Nina rubs it against your lips. "Gonna take daddy's dick, yeah? Don't look so scared, you asked for it."
You look up at Nina with big bleary eyes, before parting your lips to take in the tip. Kate, so so meanly, pushes your head down completely with a gloved hand causing a gag to elict from your throat.
"That's it," Kate mutters, voice rough from misuse, "doin' great for me. Such a good girl."
Nina scoffs, pulling your head off of the strap and manhandling you so you're tummy down on the bed. You squeak, burying your face in your pillow. "Great? Bitch can't do nothing but think with her cunt." Nina hisses, pulling you out of the pillow and practically ripping cotton panties off. "It's embarrassing Y/N. Look at all these saints around you-what would Father Mikhail think of you?"
Tears fill your eyes as Nina spits in your mouth. She was being so mean, wasn't she your friend? Kate shushes you, pushing your legs up to your chest while Nina restrains your arms. A rough gloved thumb rubs against sensitive clit gently, and you immediately arch away from the touch.
Nina's dirty whispers almost make you forget that Kate's cock is rubbing against your sweet cunt. The moment she pushes in, you cry out: "No...wait i-it's too big please--" but Nina's fingers are shoved in your mouth, shortly replaced with her tongue once Kate actually thrusts.
Tears roll down your cheeks from pain and the shame of god watching you be so nasty, but then your eyes roll back, and Kate groans with a soft bite to your thigh. "Fuck...so pretty, such a sweet girl. I know it hurts, it's gonna feel good soon, angel. Gon' tell god how good you feel?"
You shake your head, body shaking and shivering under her. She pushes deep inside you, a weak whine leaving your mouth. "F-Father, p-please forgive me...too much, i can't.."
Kate just lets out a blissful sigh at your delirious state, burying her face into your neck. "I know, I know. It's too much, huh? It's gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay."
Why did you want to believe her? With your tongue deep inside Nina, your overstimulated cunt clenching around Kate, with markings of possession left by the two so deeply you would feel them for weeks, why did you beg the lord to let this go on for eons?
And at night, your eyes half closed with Nina's thumb rubbing your cheek, and Kate's lips against the top of your head, you dreamt about you kneeling.
Not for god anymore. For them.
sorry for the super long wait <3 I got so busy with school. i’m very happy to write again! send requests!!
| Includes—Ticci Toby, Hoodie, Masky, Eyeless Jack and Jeff the Killer.
Warning-contains hard and soft kinks. I view these characters as murderers with issues.
Link to the girls version
characters x fem reader
(Ticci) Tobias Rogers
| Biting
I believe that Toby would be one of the most clingiest and possessive proxies—if he's in a good mood. The way he shows this is biting and being bitten, after all he doesn't feel much. His favorite places to bite would be your thighs and neck of course, but sometimes he's a little too rough and breaks the skin since he has no pain perception.
So, you're practically pinned to the bed face down while Toby is rutting into you like a damn dog. You cry out, holding onto the sheets tightly as he whimpers. He leans down until his nose is pressed deep into the back of your neck, and he bites down hard.
You let out a squeak of pain, but he just groans with a mouthful of you. "F-Fuck...taste so g-good. Need e-everyone to k-know you're mine."
| Corruption
Toby absolutely wants to ruin you just like how you ruin him. His eyes would fill with pure joy when you tell him about how new you are to different kinks or scenarios.
He would light up a joint, forcing you to breathe in while holding your mouth shut with a large gloved hand so you can't cough it out. Once poor you is all bleary and hazy, whining about how your head hurts, he would slip his fingers into your cunt as you cried out. "I-It's too much...! Please no..no more can't take it!"
A toothy grin would cross his face, as he'd hold you down on the couch with a firm hand. "Aww...poor girl can't even take my fingers! It's only two of 'em. How're you gonna take my cock?"
| Praise
Toby loves to be praised and praise. Sure, he'll degrade you more, but when you praise him? He melts.
When his head is in between your thighs, you're moaning and whimpering, all he wants to hear is how good he's making you feel.
"feel so good baby...don't stop please." And yeah, you're getting overstimulated all night. Your pleasure is his.
| Pet play
Along with praise, he also likes less extreme pet play. His brain would turn to mush if you called him puppy, but he'd turn around and scratch your head while he's forcing you to suck him off deeper.
He'd be sitting with his legs spread, hand tangled in your hair while you're practically gagging on his dick. A soft groan would leave his mouth as he'd whimper out. "Such a good...b-bunny. My dumb little b-bitch."
Brian Thomas (Hoodie)
| Breeding | Primal play
Brian is a cruel poacher. His mind is wrapped up in toxic traditionalism and ownership, he wants you full of babies with a rounded out tummy and fearful eyes.
He absolutely would chase you through the forest, not even allowing you a chance to try to escape, before fucking you face down on the wet forest floor. The more you beg him to pull out, to not cum inside, the harder he fucks you (when he gets annoyed he'd gag you with his gun). Afterwards, he'd probably push his cum back into you too. Nasty man.
"You really fuckin' thought you could escape me? Stupid girl...shut the hell up already. Gon' look good all rounded out with me."
| Corruption
Like Toby, the thought of ruining a seemingly innocent girl turns him on so badly. He loves when you cover your sweet face with your hands, trying to hide embarrassed moans as he edges your desperate cunt. He also fantasizes about the idea of being able to teach a girl how to do the dirtiest things.
You can be on your knees, squirming in embarrassment from being completely naked while he has not a single piece of clothing off. He guides your hand to his dick, before forcing you to pull the zipper down with your teeth AND maintain eye contact with him. Meanwhile, his boot is between your legs moving slowly, and if you dare look away he'll pull away completely.
"C'mon baby... look at me and say you're daddy's."
"Can't..." You whimper softly, looking away from him with embarrassment. He stops, pausing his movements with a tilted head.
"Oh?"
He broke you into saying it.
| Fearplay
Brian loves control. He owns you, and he needs you to understand that he's the one in power—not you. So when your poor eyes fill up tears, and your body trembles when he threatens to smack you for talking back, his dick only hardens.
He'll keep a hand on your throat while fucking you, squeeze your wrists just to prove how much stronger he really is, and of course, blackmail you to keep you desperate and needy.
"Quiet now, sweet girl. How many times have I told ya about talkin' smack with me? Should I spank ya, or do you need me?" (He gives you both regardless.)
| Blackmail
His camcorder and collection of cameras are a prized possession. He does instill fear in you with threats, but the way he keeps his grip on you is through recordings. He'll record you while making you fuck yourself on his floors, suck his cock, and while he's deep inside of you.
If you piss him off? Well, he'll threaten to leak them. (He never actually would, he's too possessive.)
"Yeah? Look so fuckin' pretty in this video. What? You want me delete 'em." You nod so desperately he could hear you begging through gagging. "Watch ya mouth."
(He gets off to them when he misses you.)
Tim Wright (Masky)
| Impact play | Sadism-Masochism
Tim struggles with heavy anger issues, and when you told him you wanted to help him through them, he found the perfect solution; take his anger out on you. He loves to feel you, and he's always touching you.
He'll hit, spank, squeeze and mark you during sex. The bruises he leaves on your skin are ownership, and every ache should be a reminder to you that you're his.
So now, his fingers are deep inside of you right after you blatantly disobeyed him by speaking to Brian. You weren't supposed to fucking talk to him.
"So damn disobedient. Apologize." He grunts, his hand sliding up to your throat. When you whine back, talking about how you didn't do anything wrong, he slaps you across the face—not too hard—and presses his thumb against swollen lips.
"I ain't ask for an excuse. I asked for an apology."
| Dumbification
To Tim, he's the head of the household. You don't need any thoughts, you just need to please him and be pleasured. So when you try and take control for once (though he does let it happen if he's feeling tired) he shoots it down immediately.
Within seconds you're straddling him with a rough hand on your hip, and he's grinding his thigh against you. Your poor needy mind is already breaking from the roughness of his denim against your clit, but his words make your eyes roll back into your head.
"A girl like you needs a firm hand, you got a thick skull sugar. I'll take care of you."
| Ownership
Tim is your master, he owns you. It doesn't matter how independent you are, to him, you come back to him at the end of the day and get on your knees for him.
He wouldn't dare let you talk to someone else with the same smile, nevertheless the same attitude you do with him. In all honesty, he hates when you talk to anyone not approved by him, and half of his dirty talk during sex is about his ownership over you.
Jack was technically experimented on and turned into Eyeless Jack, so of course he would want to experiment on you. As grotesque as it is, he's a bit sadistic so he enjoys cutting you up (gently) and licking the blood off of your body.
The humiliation of examining your body and feeding you different placebo medications gives him the power and control that was taken away from him. As gentle as he is, even with latex gloves and a sterile needle in hand, he's powerful and incredibily intelligent.
He's deep inside of you, the slick latex of gloves against your clit and the slight burn of cuts on your stomach echoing in your body. Your arms are restrained tightly—with bandages of course. You whimper, cry even: "S-Sir...? Are you sure this is okay?
Jack, dressed in a lab coat that real doctors barely wear for anything besides meetings just shushes you, his free hand drifting up to your mouth. "I'm the professional, sweetheart. I know what's best. Although, I understand a silly patient like you feeling nervous."
| BDSM
Roping into medical play, Jack likes BDSM. It's no surprise, he yearns for the control and power that the cult took away from him. I think he would like a total power exchange dynamic, though he is a gentler dom.
He'd discipline you and gently scold you for mistakes and violating rules (usually with overstimulation, he has three tongues), lead your decisions with a clear mind, and of course have a majority of the control in bed. Also, brat tamer. That’s all I’ll say.
| Somnophilia
Somnophilia would be the kink he participates in the most. He wakes you up constantly with oral, his dick inside of you, or your tummy full of his cum.
When you whimper and squirm in your sleep, he's whipped. He's pulling down your pants without second thought, burying his face in between your thighs while you cry out in your sleep.
When you wake up bleary eyed, thighs shaking from stimulation with him in between them? He holds you down harder, trapping you and barely slowing down.
"Jack?!" You groan, a cry leaving your mouth at the feeling of his tongues deep inside of your cunt.
"Shhh...tastes good. Can't stop." He muffles back, his hand pressing down on your stomach firmly. "Down."
| Breeding
Since his sacrifice, he has become a lot more animalistic. He has urges akin to animals in heat, and one includes breeding you. It's not because he wants children necessarily, but more so the idea that you're full of him and you have a part of him inside you. It's intimate.
He's not nasty with it like Brian, he fucks you slowly, kisses your neck and forehead and moans into you like you're pumping blood into his body. He won't stop until he's satisfied and you're fucked out of it.
"Need you to...fuck, have my babies. Doing so well, i'm gonna make sure you feel me in you for days."
Jeffery (The Killer) Woods
| Objectification
Jeff is so, so mean. He's an asshole. He doesn't really care about your pleasure, and he's extremely sadistic. To him, you're a literal living sex doll.
He owns every single body part, and he controls all of your pleasure. If he's not pleased, neither are you. (Though, when he does rarely switch he does like to be objectified himself.) So while his cock is roughly pounding into you, his disgusting hands wrapped up into your hair, you can't help but moan out. "so, ah, wet."
He scoffs, pulling your hair harder and pushing himself into you as deep as he can go. "Yeah? I don't care, that's not fucking important. You should be thankful I even fuck you."
| Knife play
This one is obvious. When he's in control, he will terrify you in various ways: Knife to the throat, fucking you with the handle of his knife, carving names into your thigh. He get's off on the cries of fear and how you wince, your mind confused between pain and pleasure.
If he's feeling extra cruel, he'll threaten you with a knife to your throat if you don't make him finish fast enough.
| Dacryphilia
Unlike seeing you cry from pleasure, he loves seeing you cry from utter fear and pain. When tears start rolling down your cheeks as you cry for him to slow down, how his cock is too big and it hurts, how you're scared, he cums right then and there.
The power of seeing his pretty girl cry for him out of fear-and sometimes pleasure if he's feeling soft-makes him feral.
You hiccup as globs of tears roll down reddened cheeks, whining. "too much...! too big please, please, please slow, slow down i-i can't-"
He doesn't reply. His hand snakes up to your throat, and presses down on your windpipe. "Cryin' like a little bitch."
AHHH SECOND POST!! I don’t really write men much, so I hope this was okay ^^! I def feel more proud of my girls version ahaha.
I don't really know what to write next. I was thinking a oneshot with one of the girls, (Kate?) but if anyone else has ideas let me know!
| Includes-Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Nina the Killer and Kate the Chaser.
Warning—this contains hard and soft kinks. I view the characters as killers with issues.
characters x fem reader
Jane (The Killer) Richardson
| Bondage
It’s no surprise that Jane is mean. It’s also no surprise that she’s a dominant woman who loves having a weak girl’s life in her control. It doesn’t matter what position you’re in, whether on top or below, you will be tied up in some form—ankles, wrists, arms.
Jane’s favorite form of tying girls up is basically sacrificial. Arms up with chains, mouth gagged with a red ball, pretty fat globs rolling down cheeks. If she’s feeling nice, she might pat your head while murmuring in your ear: “Quiet now. Your whimpers are pathetic. Dolls don’t cry.”
| Sadism-Masochism
Jane is one of the most sadistic women you will ever meet. No, not always physically—mentally. She will absolutely break you down and build you back up again to cater to her needs. It doesn’t matter if you’re a good girl, or at the very least behaving. What she wants is what she gets.
SMACK. She backhands you across the face just because you came too close to one of her witchy jars filled with god knows what while walking around the house. As tears fill your eyes and a small whimper leaves your mouth, all she would do is pull you into her lap, pinch your cheek and slide her fingers into your panties.
“Shh…quiet down, baby. You should’ve just behaved.”
| Shyness
Speaking of dominance, Jane loves when girls are shy (and utterly weak in all honesty). The joy she feels when she tells you to touch yourself in-front of her, and you blush with a whine? Oh, she’s feral.
She loves making you feel embarrassed and completely inferior, such as forcing you to hump her heel while she idly reads a book in her armchair.
“What do you mean you want to stop? Is my poor baby feeling shy?” She coos as you cover your face with trembling hands, a soft cry leaving your mouth. Too bad she won’t ever let you stop.
| Worship
Oh, She adores worshipping when in a good mood. Whether than be her worshipping your body and making you squirm underneath her, or you on your knees kissing every burn scar, she loves to feel like a goddess.
| Brat-taming
Jane is a hard dom. Yes, she loves shyness, but she also loves disobedience. She gets to beat it out of you, and it’s her joy and pleasure. When you refuse to talk to her because she was out late on a mission again, a simple whisper makes your knees fall out.
“We are not equal. Get me my belt.”
Your heart sinks. Too bad. She doesn’t use hands. She uses her belt, and she doesn’t stop until you’re sobbing on the floor, thighs wet with your filth and broken whimpers leaving cracked lips.
| Pet play
She’s your master, and you’re her pet. She will in fact treat you like one and break you down until you pant and whimper like a rabbit without guidance. She even has a collar in your favorite color with her name engraved inside.
After all, pets do run sometimes. Outside of sex, she still likes having you sit at her feet or curled up at her side, her nails scratching at the back of your ears.
“Such sweet little sounds. Wonder what else my bunny could do?”
Natalie (Clockwork) Ouellette
| Dacryphilia
Natalie is a brash woman. She’s bold, mean, cocky, and a bit soft if you get close enough to her. But when you start crying tears of pure pleasure? Her sadistic and cocky side are both flaring.
Natalie will edge you until you’re in tears, before overstimulating you into tears. While your hazey eyes sob and pathetic moans leave your mouth, she laughs and only fucks you deeper and harder.
“Don’t be a baby, you can take one more. Ya look so fuckin’ pretty with those tears rolling down your cheeks…so pathetically mine.”
| Dumbification
Natalie dumbs you down into a bundle of moans and cries. She ruins your brain, makes you feel stupid, makes you feel like you’re the problem when honestly? She is.
So when she’s fingers deep in your cunt, holding your body down on plush mattress while you cry and hold onto her for dear life, she looks down at you like you’re a germ.
“Hah!” She practically spits. “Poor little baby’s sobbin’. It’s like ya want me to really make you cry, you dumb little girl.”
And when you cry out? “N-Natalie please…! I really can’t—!”
She scoffs. “Quiet now, baby. You don’t even know what you’re blubbering ‘bout, do ya? Your brain doesn’t talk, your cunt does.”
| Control
Clockwork and Natalie both love control. Natalie has gone through awful events in her childhood, slender, and mush life. She’s never had control over any of it. Due to this, all that lost control is expressed with a heavy power dynamic between her and you. It’s not like you’re inferior in her brain. Just…she makes the decisions and she doesn’t expect you to question them. If you piss her off, she definitely will intimidate you before fucking you into submission.
One night, she had just decided that you couldn’t go out. You, retaliated of course.
“Natalie, i’m an adult. I can go wherever I want.”
20 minutes later? You’re begging on the floor for mercy, drool leaving your mouth as she fucks her lesson into you. “Adult my ass. Adults listen.”
| Degradation | Praise
Natalie loves a mix of praise and degradation. One moment she’ll be staring down at you with that cruel smirk, mocking your moans. The next, she’ll be wiping your tears and reassuring you with a cocky grin.
“a-aah!” She blatantly mocks your whines, her fingers working in circles around your clit. “Sound so fuckin’ pathetic—so beautiful. I’m gonna take care of ya baby, don’t you worry.”
| Gun play
I headcanon that Natalie is a hunter, a poacher of sorts. She’s extremely skilled with guns and specific types of throwing weapons, but her favorite part about owning so many is forcing you to ride her handguns.
She usually leans back on the couch with a beer lazily swinging between her fingers while you, sobbing in fear, ride her gun. Was it even cleaned properly? (Yes, it was.) Gross.
She sometimes pretends to pull the trigger (it’s not loaded anyways) or threatens you mid fuck.
“Pick up the pace before I blow ya brains out, dumb girl.”
Nina (The Killer) Hopkins
| Impact play
Nina is absolutely insane. She’s always high, switching topics, and definitely leans towards submissive. Though, when she’s dominant she will borderline beat you.
Slapping your face: body parts, rough gripping, spitting, she will make you feel used.
SMACK. “Shut the fuck up and eat me out already, do you even have a brain?” Another hit. “Maybe I gotta spank this outta you!”
| Knife play | Blood play
Knives? Her favorite. Whether she’s eating you out with a knife to your throat or carving names into skin, she wants you terrified. She gets off on it after all, and sometimes will even fuck you with the handle of the knife.
“Are you getting off on this? You’re such a slut.” She’d hiss, handle of her knife deep in your pussy. You’d try and cry out, shaking your head desperately through moans, but she’d laugh anyways. “Disgusting whore.”
| Degradation
Degradation is used in her daily vocabulary, it’s no doubt she’ll use it express if you’re pussy-eating game is ass or not. Besides that, she genuinely just makes fun of you the whole time, but sometimes when she’s feeling soft or subby she’ll praise you.
| Multiple Partners
Nina gets bored super easily, and she can’t stay having sex with one person unless it’s super exciting. That’s why she loves threesomes. Especially when she’s degrading you while another person—Jane, Jeff, Natalie—absolutely destroys your cunt.
The sound of slick and bodies on bodies fills the room. You’ve came countless times already, your body already ruined. Nina though? She’s ruining your mind. “You’re so filthy…having two bitches fuck you like some toy. You’ll get thrown out in the end anyway, just cum while you can.”
And you do.
| CNC
I wouldn’t say Nina is obviously playing out cnc scenarios, but she definitely does beg you to stop or doesn’t stop when you beg her to. When you’re overstimulated and crying about how it hurts, how her fingers are too much or the double sided dildo she’s using is too deep, she cackles and only goes harder. Definitely some non-consensual elements but not anything crazy.
“Stop? Why would I? Feels good for me!”
Kate (The Killer) Milens
| Praise
I would say that Kate is one of the more awkward, kinder girls during sex. Yes, she can be a bit mean—usually only muttering about you being a bad girl when you misbehave—but overall she’s too insecure to degrade you in the way Nina or Jane do.
While her strap is deep inside of you, moving in and out, she bites her lip and buries her face into your neck with a groan. “Fu-fuck…s-so good. You’re so fucking good, doin’ so well, taking my cock perfectly.”
| Marking
Kate is quiet, but her silence is filled with possession. You’re hers; she doesn’t share what’s hers. So, she bites during sex all the time.
Her favorite place is the neck, but she also marks you in other ways. Wearing her favorite colors, leaving clothing from your last fuck around your room, and overall just being all over you.
“F-Fuck Kate!” You grunted, through pain and pleasure, when she bit down just a bit too hard. She muffles back with a mouthful of you.
“Mmh. Gotta let everyone know who’s fucking you so good.”
| Strength difference
Kate lacks control in her daily life, slenderman controls basically everything and has controlled everything since she was a teen. So, knowing that she has the power to crush you, ravage you, ruin you? It makes her so fucking wet. She absolutely loves pinning you down, even outside of the bedroom.
You’ll find yourself pinned to walls, or even just her holding your wrists behind your back while you two watch TV.
| CNC
She’s perverted. She’s always fantasizing about taking advantage of you (though she was too anxious to say it at first) especially when you’re very openly begging her not to. She’s chased you through forests, tied you up, pretended to abduct you, just in the end to fuck you into tears.
So you’re stumbling through the forest with Kate stalking behind. She wants you to think she’s let you get away, though we all know she hasn’t. POUNCE. She’s on top of you, hand over mouth and knee on your back. “Mmmh!” You cry, pathetic and desperate.
She grunts. “Shut the fuck up. You’re not gettin’ away. Gonna fill you up.”
| Roleplay | Breeding
To escape her awful life, she engages in role play. She’s tried countless different scenarios with you, such as abduction, drugging, and even nerd x popular girl. Yet, her favorite is always the one where you’re both living a traditional lifestyle. You cook, clean, and she punishes you for your mistakes. She hunts, protects, and fills you up with her strap.
As you come home, only an hour late, Kate is pissed. You broke her rules, didn’t you? She’s sitting on the couch, blunt in hand with her jacket off, leaving her in the same maroon shirt. You slip past her to cook dinner, but she appears behind you in no time with her hand already under your dress.
“An hour late, and dinners not done yet? It’s like you’re begging for someone to be mean to you.”
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