Just when you thought you'd seen the last of Trickster, I bring him back ALL over again. With yet another predator/prey + chasing kink fic.
Trix is a lot darker in this one as I really wanted to tap into the actual murderer" that he is. Plus, him being a brat tamer makes my head fuzzy and my knees weak ( ⸝⸝꩜ ᯅ ꩜⸝⸝;)..
Rating: 18+
Words: 5613
Tags: Predator/prey, Chasing kink, Knife play, blood play, rough sex, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, pet names, masochism, sadism, demon fucking, fear play, minor physical harm.
Reader has a vagina but no gendered terms or descriptions are used.
꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦ 🗡 ꒦꒷ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋
Another game. Another goddamn murder. He had promised you it would be different and yet, here you were. You almost felt stupid for believing a guy named “Trickster” in the first place. Kicking yourself did little to quell your rage as you stomped through your house searching for the red haired freeloader. Of course he was lounging on your couch, watching TV like the oversized cat he was. He barely even moved as you stepped into the living room. Waving lazily, he chuckled at the program on the television.
“Welcome back! It might have gotten a bit iffy in the middle but you made it!” Trickster congratulated, shooting you a quick grin. You were having none of it, your stony expression holding.
“You promised there wouldn’t be another killing.” You shot back, “What the hell was that!?”
Your shout only made him roll his eyes; he couldn’t take you seriously at all.
“You did what you had to survive.” Trickster retorted, “Don’t blame me for your poor decisions.” Yellow eyes never left the screen, his long legs stretched across your cushions.
“What the hell do you know? For all I know you’ve never even tried to kill someone.” You sneered, sick of his pompous attitude. Finally, you had his attention. He blinked a few times, his expression dropping slowly.
“Excuse you?” He huffed, now watching you carefully. Both his tone and expression told you your next words would be very important. You didn’t care one bit. There was no way you weren’t doubling down.
“You heard me. You know you’re too inept to kill on your own, so I get to kill for you.” You scoffed, your rage boosting your confidence. Clearly not taking in the irritation building in his eyes, you dug deeper.
“For someone that’s always talking about the terror of ‘doing’ you sure don’t do a whole lot.” You jeered, unmoved by the daggers Trickster was glaring at you. Hearing his own words being twisted against him annoyed him the most. Pausing your tirade, you dared him to make the next move. The TV flicked off as he stood suddenly, yet you never saw him touch the remote. It took only a couple long, slow strides for him to close the gap, that dangerous glare still locked on you. While his height was intimidating you didn’t let it rattle you. You watched a twitch shoot across his lip as if he was holding back a snarl.
“Would you like to try that again? Or are you going to stand by that?” Trickster coaxed, his voice quiet and still. The lights in your home flickered, shadows dancing across his face. The fact he wasn’t outwardly angry made you a bit nervous, but you didn’t show it. Standing your ground you jabbed a finger into his chest.
“You’re nothing but a coward who ropes innocent people to kill for you.” You shot quietly, matching his tone. “It’s all just part of some stupid game to you.”
Trickster’s eyes narrowed for a moment before the corners of his mouth twitched upward, the flicker of a smile running over his face.
“Wanna bet?” One of his hands shot up and snapped next to your face. The flinch it pulled from you was enough for everything around you to change. Where your living room had been was now a vast forest. The shift stole the air from your lungs causing you to gasp as you glanced around frantically. That fear made the grin on Trickster’s face grow wider. When your gaze settled back on him you found he was now a few paces away, casually slipping his red, velvet jacket off. A coat rack stood beside him and he hooked the garment carefully on a peg. The surreal shift was another reminder of just how much power Trickster held; warping reality at his will and yet only doing so when he really wanted to.
“I know how much you just love games.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he flicked the buttons on his vest open. “So let’s play, shall we?”
Trickster’s calm demeanor was annoying at the best of times. Yet standing in a forest that used to be your home watching him calmly prepare himself for something was shaking your previously steely resolve. As much as you fought it, you were sure it was creeping across your face somehow.
The vest was shrugged off as well, treated with the same care as it was placed on the rack. His fingerless gloves followed, finally leaving him to roll the sleeves of his white button down up to his elbows. His forearms were dusted with red hair and his skin clung to the wiry muscle beneath as it shifted with the cracking and wriggling of his fingers. As that movement followed up his arms to his shoulders, rolling them and popping his neck to either side it became clear he was loosening himself up. For what, you didn’t know, but you had a feeling you were going to find out.
“I’m going to give you a…” Trickster sucked his teeth as he considered a moment, “let’s say 10 second head start. You’re going to start running.” He stated plainly. A grin constantly pried at the corners of his mouth, especially as he watched the realization sink into your features.
“I’m going to chase you. If you can keep away from me for at least 10 minutes, you win!” He explained, “If I catch you in that time, however -” He waved his long hands over his face, his expression becoming more serious. “Game Over. You lose.”
Your heart pounded against your sternum, already preparing you for what was to come. Your eyes glanced around you, trying to parse out the best route. This forest seemed to stretch out for miles, the trees entangling in a dizzying maze. You would have to try and lose him and find a hiding spot somehow, lest he catch you. Swallowing hard, you realized he was leaving out a pretty important detail.
“What happens if I lose?” you asked. Trickster was running his hands over his hair, pulling it away from his face. A hair tie hung from between his teeth, waiting until he had gathered his hair up in his hands. Plucking the tie from his lips, he wrapped it around the wild, red bundle to secure it. It was strange seeing him with his hair away from his face, the bulk of it sticking out in all directions as if it was fighting the new style. This was clearly more practical than anything. Trickster stepped up to you again, his footfalls no longer making that incessant jingling you were used to, despite the fact the metal chains on his boots were still in place. The silence of his steps upset you further. This did not feel like the same Trickster who was lounging on your couch laughing at the TV just minutes before. Before you could consider just apologizing for what you said, long fingers were gripping your chin.
“If I catch you, I do whatever I want to you.” he stated plainly in that same calm whisper. While the implication made your cheeks flush slightly, you also knew you had been mocking his ability as a killer. For all you knew, he wanted to gut you like a fish upon capture. Ignoring the thought, you prepared yourself for the running you were about to do. Adrenaline was flooding your system as your muscles tensed, mind racing as you tried to find a path that might be better than another. Most likely by design, no direction looked favourable. Trickster now held a snub nosed starting pistol, holding it high above his head. Locking eyes with you one final time, he finally smiled in earnest.
“Ready?” Cocking his brow at you as if he actually cared for an answer. His quick response proved he didn’t. “Go!”
The loud pop of the pistol startled you into motion, running to your left in a frantic panic. You remembered he had given you a 10 second head start and you planned on using every moment to your advantage. The further you could get away from him, the better. Trying to swerve around the thick trunks was more difficult than you expected. Branches and roots littered your path, forcing you to duck and weave around the obstacles. A few times a twig would graze your skin a little rougher than you wanted but you ignored it in favour of continuing your mad dash away from him.
Trickster stood there, not even bothering to watch where you had gone. Counting the seconds in his head, he hummed along to a tune that was stuck in there. He made a note to listen to that song later. Hearing your frantic breathing and the crashing of your feet on the forest floor, he knew this would be a simple chase. The ten seconds ticked by quickly and soon, he was narrowing in on the sounds of your steps and where you had gone. Breathing deeply he let out a contented sigh before bolting off in your direction. Long legs carried him gracefully and near silently. Despite his added height, he snaked around the obstacles with ease. Any turn he needed to take was streamlined as he used the trunks around him to reel around, keeping his momentum. Given your laboured breathing, he didn’t even need to see you to know where you were.
Pausing a moment you tucked your body against a tree, chest heaving as your muscles burned. You figured your ten seconds were already up by now, but with no buzzer or alarm you could only strain to hear where Trickster was. Trying to listen around your hammering heart and laboured breaths, you heard nothing. No crunching leaves or twigs, no heavy footfalls, nothing. Simply silence and your own heart beat in your ears. The fact there was no animal or other living sounds unnerved you, further emphasizing that this place was not real by any stretch. As your breathing settled you almost thought you could strategize for a moment. Cranking your head around the tree, you saw nothing but trees stretching as far as you could see. Their branches and leaves entangled together blocking out most of the sunlight, or whatever artificial light Trickster has in this world. The streams that pour through illuminate the forest floor only to show astroturf grass.
The crunch of some leaves to your right forced your head to whip around, holding your breath subconsciously. Nothing. No matter how hard you looked or where, there was nothing. Another noise to your left had you fighting back a surprised yelp and you searched again for the source. Peeling your back off the tree you turned to check behind you and still found nothing. Taking a few uneasy steps backwards, your progress was halted as your back touched something. Leaping back you reeled around to find him standing there, smug as ever. Raising a hand he wriggled his fingers in a slow, eerie wave. In the short moment you were looking at him, you caught a glimpse of a knife in his other hand.
“Boo.”
Immediately you were running again, booking it in any other direction but towards him. This time your efforts redoubled, your senses heightened with the adrenaline and renewed fear coursing through you. That knife was a reminder that you did not want to lose. If only you hadn’t mouthed off to the reality warping demon that lived with you, you wouldn’t be doing this in the first place. Your body was already screaming for a pause, fighting the full sprint you were in. Given you hadn’t been able to rest at all after the killing that started all this, you were running on fumes and fading fast. Like before there was no sound to signal where he was, forcing you to look over your shoulder. You almost wished you hadn’t.
Closing in behind you was Trickster, stepping gracefully through the underbrush without a sound. The thought that he could silence his footfalls in this world and how it was clearly cheating only piqued in your mind for a moment. He was gaining on you far too easily and, with how close he was, there was no hiding. Just as you were trying to calculate out a plan to gain some ground, your calves started searing with pain. Your lungs burned with each inhale as you struggled to take in enough oxygen to keep going, the cramping of your legs only exasperating it. Trying to push off of the trees around you for some extra distance did nothing, only shoving you in haphazard directions.
By now your pace had slowed significantly and Trickster had no trouble keeping up with you. His own pace had slowed to a trotting walk, keeping his gaze locked on your scrambling form. Your panting breaths tainted with panicked whimpers and near sobs sent jolts of excitement through his body. As he watched your foot clip a wayward root and your body come crashing down to the forest floor, he almost felt a bit guilty. He knew this was going to be easy, but this was just pathetic. Barely 5 minutes and you were already clambering away on weak legs. Any skin that was exposed on you was scratched and bruised, trickles of blood seeping from some cuts. In your panicked state, you never noticed just how hard some of those branches and trunks were brushing against you. Either that, or you figured it was a small price to pay for survival.
All you could do now was crawl away, glancing over your shoulder as he closed in with languid steps. Only now did his footfalls make any sound, that gentle jingling returning to really rub it in your face. The force of his boot in the center of your back forced you down, landing hard on your belly and knocking out what breath you had in you. Your attempts to wriggle out from under it were futile and soon you stilled knowing you had been caught.
Long fingers grabbed a handful of hair and wrenched your head back, making you grimace and yelp out in pain. Hot breath washed over the shell of your ear in quick puffs. Clearly you weren’t the only one who needed to catch their breath. The cold line of steel across your throat pulled a whimper from you as you grit your teeth. You wait for it to press deeper, for the thin line of the blade to slice your flesh and the pain that would come with it. Looking down does nothing as it’s tucked under your chin making it impossible to see anything besides the forest stretching out before you. As the real possibility that Trickster might slit your throat settles in, your pride disappears entirely.
“Please…I’m sorry i-” You pleaded pitifully, tears stinging your eyes as they start to fall against your will. “I didn’t mean it, Trix. Please I-” You’re interrupted by a hiccup as your pleading turns to sobs. The blade stayed pressed to your throat, his hand in your hair and boot on your back completely unflinching. What did you expect? You lost this game afterall. Your racing mind only becomes more muddied as the blade begins to move, sliding slowly without pressing deeper. The sting of cut flesh never comes. Instead you feel the blade slide against your cheek, picking up one of your tears on its silver surface. Bringing it to his lips, Trickster licks along the blade, savouring the saltiness he collected there.
“Apologizing doesn’t change the fact that you lost, rabbit.” Trickster teased, his voice barely a whisper in your ear. His boot is removed from your back only for him to straddle your body, dropping to his knees with a heavy thud. That hand never moves from your hair and your back screams in pain at the awkward position.
“And now? I can do whatever I want.” The blade was brought down past your throat onto your bicep. This time you felt a short sting as it dug in, cleanly cutting into your skin. It didn’t feel deep at all but your terrified state amplified your shriek. The chiding chuckle from behind you only humiliated you further.
“Oh, no need for all that, rabbit. I’ve barely even cut you yet.” That voice in your ear continued to purr as he dragged the blade over your arm again, leaving another shallow cut. Both trickled blood, adding to the muddled mess of wounds that already covered your body from the chase. The slow slicing of skin continued down your arm until he apparently was satisfied with it. Finally, the hand in your hair dropped you. However you weren’t expecting to need to hold your head up and, despite your efforts, your face collided with the ground below. Thankfully there were no rocks under you. Still you groaned in pain only hoping your nose wasn’t bleeding or, worse, broken.
That hand left your hair only to trail down your back, long fingers sliding along your spine before they found the hem of your shirt. Feeling them slide underneath pulled another yelp from you, this one more surprised than scared. His hand was burning hot, sliding back up towards your shoulderblades. You unconsciously arched into the feeling, your body tensing as it followed his touch. A certain tension built in your gut as you remembered he did say he could do anything to you if he caught you. You only assumed you were fighting a perverted mind when you initially thought he might fuck you. But given your position right now and the low hum in Trickster’s chest behind you, it was becoming more and more obvious what he was chasing you for.
Trickster had forgotten just how exhilarating it was to have someone so vulnerable beneath him. Watching you run was one thing, but having you squirm and whimper beneath him, clearly leaning into his touch despite your fear was almost overwhelming. While he tried to control his breathing, he knew you could hear a few of the less controlled sounds he let out. Trailing his fingers back down your spine towards your hips rewarded him with a breathless gasp that slipped from your throat. Chewing his lip did little to stifle the low groan that rumbled in his chest and soon he was sliding the blade under your shirt as well.
Feeling the cold steel on your skin after the pleasant warmth of his hands made you jump, a shiver running through. The fear welled up again as you became hyper aware of where the tip of the knife was, waiting for it to plunge into you at any moment. Instead, you heard fabric tearing and quickly realized he was slicing your shirt apart. Heat flooded your cheeks as you weakly tried to protest it, raising yourself up slightly on your elbows. Immediately your face was shoved back into the dirt, making you hiss in pain.
“Anything I want. Remember, rabbit?” He cooed, taunting you with the rules of this game again. While you didn’t much appreciate being shoved around, you couldn’t argue that you weren’t turned on by all this. Maybe it was a crush you had been secretly harbouring for the red haired demon that ate your food and made a mess of your apartment. Maybe it was just the adrenaline talking. Maybe you were just a bit sick in the head. Whatever it was, you couldn’t deny the heat that had been pooling in your belly since you felt his hand on your back. Yet, you did your best to hide it, embarrassment adding to the heat in your face.
Your shirt fell open to either side of you, leaving your entire back exposed. The cool air slid over your heated skin, pulling another shiver from you, this one far stronger. Trickster ran his free hand over your side, his palm instantly warming the skin beneath it. You couldn’t help but sigh and lean into his warmth, his nails gently raking over your back. It travelled down, landing on your hip before running over your ass. As he squeezed you caught another low grumble from him. You could swear they were getting more feral. Between that, his nails scratching your skin and his purring words, you wondered if he really was an overgrown housecat. Just as you had forgotten about it the sting of your flesh being cut reminded you that he had a knife.
While the shallow cuts had scared you at first they now only added to the arousal. The pain they caused was short lived and set your nerves on edge. You hissed in pain at first but your breath came out in a stuttering sigh, the fire in your gut reignited as he squeezed your ass again. His kneading hand was gripping hard enough it almost hurt worse than the cuts. Leaving another short slice on your other shoulder blade, Trickster brought the knife back to his lips. He lathed over the traces of your blood that had collected there, moaning at the taste. You were rich, robust and sour.
“I could just eat you alive, rabbit.” You felt his weight shift as he growled those words out. Not being able to see what he was doing worried you to a degree. The anticipation it caused, though, only fanned the fire in you. You felt something wet sliding over your back and your skin crawled. His tongue pressed between your shoulder blades, lapping up the welling blood on the cuts he’d just made. The intrusion to the wounds stung, but the feeling of his tongue on your skin left you buzzing. Another pathetic moan slipped from your throat, enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure more than you ever expected.
Setting the knife aside, his hands came to hold your hips. Yanking them up he propped you up on your knees, aligning himself to kneel behind you. The position immediately sent another wave of embarrassment through you. Squirming, you tested his grip on you and just how secure it was. In response he pulled your hips hard against his, pressing your ass against his growing bulge. Another growl echoed through his chest as he let his hips rock slowly into yours, grinding against you in languid strokes. Despite trying to hold them back, you soon were whining and panting as you tried to meet his hips.
“Eager, aren’t we?” He chuckled condescendingly, pulling his body away and leaving you missing the contact. Those nimble fingers reached around your hips to quickly undo your pants, allowing him to shove them down just far enough to pool around your knees. The fabric collecting there practically bound your knees together, hobbling your squirming. Those same fingers slid over your clothed cunt, pressing against your lips through your underwear. You heard him breathe out a soft, almost shocked noise. Rubbing just a touch harder pulled a husky moan from you and you tried to push your hips back against him again. The harsh sting to one of your asscheeks surprised you, interrupting your moaning with a loud yelp.
“Now now, rabbit. No need to get greedy.” He chastised, rubbing his open palm against the spot he just hit. That hand wrapped around your hip, holding you still as he continued to rub your clit through the fabric.
Trickster was panting quietly, watching your squirming form through half lidded eyes. Slipping his fingers beneath your underwear, he pulled them away ever so slightly before plucking the knife off the ground. With a quick and careful motion, he slid the blade beneath the fabric and pulled, the garment tearing easily against the sharp edge. The brief moment of cold steel you felt grazing against your lips made you sigh. The knife that had you sobbing in fear was now sending shocks of excitement into your brain. You almost wished he would use it more now. Your underwear fell away and you felt terribly exposed as the cool air touched your wet cunt. Trickster’s warm fingers once again heated your flesh as he pressed them gingerly between your labia, teasing your entrance in slow circles. Sliding up to your clit, he rolled his now wet fingers over it.
“Oh God- Trix! Fuck that feels-” Anything you tried to say was cut off by your own panting breaths. The gentle buzzing that followed his touch only made your thighs shake as he rubbed your clit with absolute precision. You panted into the dirt below, your cheek pressed hard against the ground. The feeling of those two long fingers finally slipping into you made you squeeze your eyes shut. Your knees went weak but Trickster’s hand held your hips up as he continued to thrust two of his fingers into you. His long digits pushed in deeper than you’d ever had, leaving you seeing stars as he slowly curled them.
“Feeling good, rabbit? Ready for what’s next?” Trickster’s air of authority was slipping just a touch as his own lustful desperation seeped into his voice. His free hand was palming his cock through his leather pants, a minor relief as he watched his fingers disappear into your aching core.
“Please! Trix please I need more- Ah!” Your pleading had ramped up and was now just a string of moaned begging. His fingers scissored and gently thrust into you as he quickly flicked open his fly. He barely even bothered to shove his pants away from his hips, just enough that he could pull out his drooling member. Slipping his fingers out of you he groaned lowly as he used your juices to stroke himself. With a disgusting croak he spat out a glob of saliva onto your cunt. Pressing forward he used the head of his cock to spread it around, teasing your slit with each stroke.
Beneath him you were a whimpering mess, your thighs completely limp from the chase and the searing pressure in your groin. You begged him to keep going, trying and failing to press your hips back against him. Another stinging smack to your ass stilled your hips effectively enough.
“Hold still, prey. I won’t ask you again.” While his tone was lower that lust still seeped from every word. The change in pet name did little to scare you, only pulling a defeated moan from you. You held still, allowing him to tease you to his heart’s content. Spitting again he stroked the saliva over his cock, coating it thoroughly. Finally, the head pressed past your lips as he slowly stretched you. Immediately you winced as his girth filled you and pushed you further. Your eyes shot open and your moan raised in pitch as he continued to sink in further. When he had fully sheathed himself, he paused a moment to center himself. You were impossibly tight around him and the feeling of your fluttering cunt was driving him nuts.
Despite his focus he still let out a series of animalistic growls. Pulling out slowly he sunk in quicker the next time pulling a strangled sound from you. Quicker still, he pulled back, thrusting back in almost immediately. From there he set a brutal pace, yanking your hips back against his body to meet each thrust. The lewd sound of skin on skin accompanied each movement, joining the chorus of your fucking. By now even your upper half was completely limp, your whole body now entirely at his mercy. Pleasure sapped your strength as your mind was overwhelmed with fullness and the push and pull of his cock inside you. Now and again he would pause only to spit onto his cock, returning to the same pace immediately after.
“H-holy sh-shit- Trix I-it’s too-” Your swooning words were interrupted with each thrust, forcing you forward a bit each time. Trickster’s own low moans grew in volume as he heard your pleading. Letting out a teasing chuckle, he slowed his movements.
“Too much? Aww, poor thing.” He leaned over your back, pressing his weight into you. His lips grazed the shell of your ear, his hot breath washing over your neck. “Did you want me to stop?” He teased, pulling his cock out until only the head was inside you.
“No!” You whimpered desperately, nearly reaching back to keep him going. It only made him laugh in your ear before he peeled away from your back.
“I didn’t fucking think so.” You could barely call it a warning, but it was all you got before Trickster was pounding you into the dirt below. His hips snapped forward in measured, hard thrusts that snatched the air from your lungs. The only sounds you could make were guttural grunts and moans, your mind fully wiped as all you could focus on was the pleasure. Your cheek was scuffed and caked in dirt, same as your hands and nails. The knees of these pants were most likely destroyed and your back screamed at the awful arch you had it in. None of it mattered as the world around you melted away.
Reaching forward, Trickster tangled his fingers in your hair and hauled you back up. His other hand wrapped around your throat and he once again pressed his chest to your back. Your eyes rolled as stars filled your vision, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix. Trickster was now growling whole-heartedly, his teeth now bared and grazing your shoulder. They threatened to bite down at any second as drool dripped from them, coating your skin. The snarling should have spooked you, reminded you of the fact he had hunted you down and sliced you up before this, but it didn’t. You couldn’t focus hard enough to fear him anymore, your mind wiped clean as it was desperate to cum.
The heat in your gut was becoming unbearable, rising to boiling point and further. Reaching down, you managed to glide your fingers over your clit, rolling in tight circles as you tried to push yourself over. On occasion your fingers would slip lower, feeling Trickster’s cock sliding relentlessly into your folds and all the wetness that had collected there. You used it as you rubbed your clit greedily, barrelling towards your orgasm.
“Oh f-fuck! Tr-Trix I-I’m gunna- c-cum!” Your staccato moaning was made worse as he picked up pace, as if he was trying to keep pace with your frantic rubbing. The grunting against your ear drowned out the sound of his hips smacking against your ass.
“Do it. Ahh- Cum for me, R-Rabbit.” Trickster fought to keep his tone level as he felt his own orgasm roiling up in him. There was no way he was going to cum before he could feel you tighten around him. Luckily for him, you came undone within seconds. Your body shuddered under him, thighs twitching as your body reeled with your still wriggling fingers. He only slowed for a moment, revelling in the feeling of your walls squeezing around him. Feeling your body go even more limp below him, he hauled you up in his arms. Your knees barely held you and he pistoned into you, chasing his orgasm with reckless abandon.
Trickster’s animal growling turned into loud snarls as he drove up into you, using your body how he wanted. Hearing your wanton moans degenerate into pitiful whimpers as he overstimulated you, your body fully in his control, was what drove him over the edge. His hips stuttered as he came, twitching inside you as his thrusts finally paused. The feeling of his cum pouring into you made you shudder again, pangs of pleasure shooting through your body. Your clit throbbed painfully, reminding you there would not be a round two.
Finally, there was relative stillness. Both of you panting and heaving against each other as you came down. Trickster wrapped his arms around your body more fully, holding you against him in a shockingly tender embrace. His grunts had turned to low purring as he nuzzled against your jaw. The affection made you smile, humming contentedly in return. Interrupting the tenderness of the moment, Trickster pulled out of you with a raunchy slick sound. You winced as you felt his cum leaking out of you and down your thigh, groaning at how empty you felt now.
Still, he held you there for a while. In your haze, your eyes had drifted shut just a moment. When they slid back open, you were shocked to find you were in your home again, kneeling in your living room. Glancing around, Trickster’s hands slid down your body and rested on your hips. His lips pressed to your temple in a chaste kiss, a move that made you blush furiously.
“Good hunt, rabbit.” He praised, his voice breathy and soft. You let out a dreamy giggle, your head still light.
“I should insult you more often, apparently.” You ribbed, raising a hand behind you to tangle into his hair. You hissed as you felt his nails dig into your hip, paired with his teeth finally latching onto your shoulder in a shallow bite. The shots of pain made you moan, flashes of the pleasure he just put you through flickering into your mind.
“No, you shouldn’t.” He warned. Despite the seriousness in his tone, you also heard the low rumbling hum in his chest. He had missed going out on a hunt for himself. You had reminded him how exhilarating it was, and given your attitude, he knew this was not going to be the last time he hunted you.
Just like it says above a little list of headcanons around Trickster wearing anything other than the same jacket and leather pants. Is it a good outfit? Absolutely, it fucks. Do I need More? YES.
Some of this will be 18+ because I physically can't NOT be horny.
꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦ ꒷꒦
⛧ Trickster is not usually one to let weather get in the way of his fashion. However, there is only so much one man can tolerate before he starts losing layers. Some especially hot summer days will find him slumping around the house, sweating through a pitch black t-shirt. He keeps the fingerless gloves, leather pants and boots though. Expect to regularly see his chest and belly as he lifts the hem of his shirt to dab sweat off his brow. Also expect annoyed and grumpy Trix because he truly hates the heat. (Will never admit it but he also hates the sun in general as it makes his freckles darker. If you ask about his freckles or notice them at all he will absolutely ignore you or threaten to kill you.)
⛧ On the other hand, Trix is neutral to positive to the cold. When it's particularly cold his usual crushed velvet jacket gets replaced by a thicker, but just as luxurious ankle length suede coat. It's a similar red and the buttons are black. The boots get bigger and more insulated and it's all accented with a black scarf. Funny enough, he does not wear full finger gloves, even in winter. According to him he, "Just can't find my size!".
⛧ Yes, he has swimwear. No, he doesn't get to wear it often. A tight, square cut set of trunks that leave very little to the imagination. And he knows it.
⛧ Does have some more formal dress but all of it is still very much punk/goth. Rich, black three piece suits with splashes of gemtoned reds and purples. Several ornate rings, many of which do have real gemstones on them. Does wear more obvious makeup but never gaudy. Really a sight to see him really go all out.
⛧Loves a good ol' house coat or robe if he's feeling dramatic. His robe is black silk and makes him look like a mourning young bride who just inherited her elderly husband's fortune. It is worth it to watch him lounge in it though as he doesn't wear anything under it and makes no effort to keep everything covered up. The house coat is much more plush and usually worn after bathing. Both of them show off a tantalizing amount of his chest and let strands of red chest hair peek out.
⛧ Sleeps shirtless with heavy, grey sweatpants. Shuffles around in slippers with a pot of coffee in one hand, his hair an absolute mess fresh out of bed. While he doesn't like wearing sweatpants usually, he does find their affect on people undeniable. Don't let him catch you staring at his dick through them, he will never let you live it down. Not like he would stop you from staring, he would just tease you about it later.
⚠ ACTUAL SMUT BELOW THE CUT ⚠
⛧ Trickster isn't dumb and definitely knows the power that a simple white button down can have. Especially with a black tie and the sleeves rolled to the elbow. Paired with either those fingerless gloves or several rings, he knows he can have you wrapped around his creepily long finger with just a look dressed like that. He'd pat his lap and encourage you to take a seat, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close to his body. Slowly but surely you'd end up sitting on his cock, straddling his thighs as he sits there calmly, unmoving. Keeps you perched there while you watch a movie or even play a game of some sort. All the while he has his chin placed on the top of your head, grinning softly as you struggle not to squirm too much, despite how full you feel. His wandering hands only make it more difficult, but they also deal out the occasional smack to encourage you to stay still. Every grind of your hips sends shivers through both of you. Eventually he'll get bored of the waiting game, grab you by the hips, lay back and pound up into you hard and fast.
⛧ He also isn't opposed to wearing lingerie or other feminine clothing. Not just in a fetish context but just on a day to day context. Skirts, dresses, and flowing blouses all have a place in his closet. He does have some sexy lingerie he occasionally wears purely because he likes how little it really covers. The panties barely cover anything especially when he's hard but the tightness and exposure feels exhilarating. Watching his partner's reaction and being stared at, ogled in such little clothing, is what really does it for him.
⛧Will occasionally wander around the house nude if he is Really comfortable OR wants to get under your skin. I know I keep saying it but I feel like Trickster really feels a rush of power when people stare at and admire him. So feeling your eyes on his body as he struts around nude really is the perfect drug. He will run his hands over his body, stretch and let out soft moans, all to subtly show off and hold your attention. Depending on how flustered you are, he has to turn away from you to avoid you seeing his growing erection. At some point though he just lets you see what all that staring has done for him; tugging your chin to turn your gaze downward. Especially loves to see you try and avoid staring but ultimately failing.
A playlist of songs that make me think of Trickster! Been working and adding to it but also kept it a standard album length. Could also probably be a general Slasher/Horror playlist but some of these are more specific.
Below will be a link to the playlist on my Youtube music as well as links to each song on Youtube itself (Sorry I don't have Spotify)
Hello again, this is a SUPER self indulgent little ficlet but like I had to get it out of my head. The thought of a Wet Trickster absolutely HAUNTS me and I need it so bad (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง
No warnings and no real tags aside from naked male torso out of a shower and some ass. Very tame but still so horny.
1600 words
Enjoy!
Slumping through the door to your apartment, you locked it quickly before pressing your back to it. Today had not only been busy but it had dragged on for what felt like forever. To say it was a tough day was an understatement. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you felt a small wash of relief as you reminded yourself you were finally home and had the weekend ahead of you. Still, your muscles were tense with the pressure of the day and your mind could only think of one thing; a nice hot shower and a glass of something strong. As you toed off your shoes and set your things to the side, you realized that it wasn’t as silent as you expected it to be. Drifting from your bathroom was the sound of rushing water and a soft, melodic humming. Sighing, you remembered you had an extra house guest that, despite his insistence, you did not invite.
Trickster had been somewhat living with you for the last several weeks ever since you bought your copy of Brainscan. As you slowly made your way through the discs, he had been acting as your own personal digital poltergeist. He consistently pestered you to play the next disc, all the while making himself very at home in your apartment. Everything from eating your food, sleeping in your bed and on your couch, and breaking anything he wanted in some fit of pettiness. It was like adopting a cat, except this cat was 140lbs and over six feet tall. Taking a shower was probably the least destructive thing he could do to your place, yet he still found a way to irritate you with it. As steam poured out from the crack beneath the door, you could only assume he was going to use up all the hot water, throwing your idea of a hot shower out the window. Sighing, you made your way into your kitchen, pouring yourself a drink and settling against the counter as you took a long needed sip. As you did, you heard the shower flick off.
As the door to your bathroom opened, you thought for a moment that it didn’t seem to take him long to get dressed and dried. That thought left quickly as you brushed it off, assuming he probably used whatever power he had to instantly put himself together. You turned, ready to chew him out for wasting your water knowing damn well he wouldn’t care, the words dying in your throat. Trickster stood in the doorway, basically nude save for one of your towels wrapped around his slender hips. That wild red hair was now soaking wet, drooping in thick waves across his shoulders and face. Rivulets of water ran from his hair down his body, getting caught in the thatches of red hair that decorated his body. Your eyes followed the hair to his hips where it tapered and disappeared behind the towel. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to stop yourself from staring hoping he hadn’t caught your wandering eyes already. Thankfully, Trickster was busy staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. Running his fingers through his hair, turning his face over and over and letting his gaze wander over his torso the same way yours had. A grin spread over his face, baring those crooked teeth.
“This isn’t a museum, dear.” He spoke, leaning away from the sink and sticking his head further out the door. “You can, indeed, touch the artwork.”
When you realized what he was saying your cheeks heated up but you refused to admit anything. Instead, you doubled down on your annoyance, despite the fact you almost didn’t care at all anymore.
“Why can’t you be a mooch elsewhere, huh? I wanted a shower too damnit.” you pouted, your voice devoid of the vitriol you wanted. Trickster just chuckled at that, unfazed by your toothless comment. When his eyes finally peeled away from his own image and landed on you, there was a glint in them you hadn’t seen before. Like a predator watching its prey. Stepping out of the bathroom entirely he approached you casually. With his stare so entirely on you, you knew any flicker of your eyes over his form would be caught. Yet something told you that’s exactly what he wanted. To catch you red handed in the act of ogling him. Be it so he could taunt you for it later or because he knew damn well he’d be staring too, you couldn’t say. You held your gaze steady, suddenly hyper aware of where your eyes were.
As he got closer he ran a hand through his hair again, sending new drops of water running down his chest and causing the muscles across his torso to shift subtly. Normally, you'd never notice something like that. Trickster’s lean physique, pale skin and overall air had you absolutely captivated and the taboo of looking at his body only made you more aware. Eventually, he stood before you, barely a foot away. His bare chest was now in front of your face and you took a steadying breath as you held this stare down with him. That grin was plastered to his face, shit eating as ever and only getting more severe as this went on. Reaching forward, he gripped your chin between two abnormally long fingers, leaning down just a touch. From here, you could tell he had no eyeliner on, his yellow eyes appearing not nearly as sunken. Those eyes were half lidded as he watched you carefully, tracking every twitch of your expression. You also took in the light colour on his face, the heat of the shower causing his skin to flush. That same heat radiated off him making him more enticing to your exhausted mind and body.
Standing to full height again he used his grip on your chin to guide your gaze down. You barely even fought as he centered your gaze with his chest. The flush across your cheeks became deeper, taking in just how close he was now as broad shoulders filled your vision. You did fight the urge to reach out and touch him, despite the comment he made earlier. Instead, in a moment of dumb boldness, you allowed your eyes to flicker down the rest of his torso towards his hips. From here, you caught a glance of his sharp hips jutting out from behind the towel and the line of hair that ran down the middle of his lean belly. In an instant, your eyes were forward again only for your face to be yanked up by that grip. Your heart thundered behind your ribs as his other hand came to wrap its fingers around your throat.There was no pressure behind his grip, but his thumb did come to rest against your pulse, pressing every so slightly. As he leaned in close, you felt your knees go weak as his breath washed over the shell of your ear.
“I saw that.” He teased, whispering. The rumble of his voice filled you with heat, sighing softly before you could stop the sound escaping your throat. That same boldness crept back into you and this time you wondered if it was really just stupidity fueled by hormones.
“Can I…keep looking?” You asked quietly, almost hoping he didn't hear you. He heard you loud and clear though. That thumb rolled over your pulse a few times before his hands fell away.
“Go ahead. Like I said-” one hand snaked down and snatched yours, bringing it up to settle on one pec. “You are welcome to touch the art, dear.”
Touching him set your hairs on end, like static was flowing across your skin and into your head. The pleasant buzz in your ears intensified as your fingers danced over his heated skin. Grazing through the hair on his chest and down his ribs before returning up to his shoulder. Your other hand came to join its twin, running up to his neck just to toy with the nearly curly strands of soaked red hair. Finally you met his eyes again, just to find him gently chewing his lower lip and staring at you with hazy eyes. He was clearly enjoying the attention and the fact you weren’t the only one getting something out of this only made your head foggier.
“I think there’s enough hot water for both of us if we get in together.” Trickster flirted, bringing his fingers to tangle into your hair. The irritation with his mooching and general annoying presence was gone, drowned out by the stirring heat in your groin screaming at you. You nodded dumbly before answering.
“Yeah that sounds…really good.” You muttered, taking half a step closer to him. Just as he was leaning in, closing the distance between you for what you assumed was a kiss, he pulled away all together. You nearly toppled forward with how quick he moved away. Watching as he walked away back to the bathroom, you furrowed your brows in confusion. As he stepped in he allowed the towel to slip from his hips letting it pool on the floor. You barely caught a glimpse of his ass before he was stepping into the shower again.
“Well? You coming?” He called out, his voice reverberating off the tile walls. That was all you needed to follow him quickly inside, stripping your clothes off in a hurry and letting them scatter on the floor in a haphazard trail. You could only think about how many more hot showers you would be taking over your weekend.
theartofmadeline
annaxmalina
pixelskylines
jacobvanloon
ellievsbear
stormborns
dededos
origamiaround
