#fear play

[xxaudreyxhepburnxx]

Oh the things I crave …

[3cremepie3]

Let the darkness in!

Synopsis - Somehow you convinced yourself you were ready to take on the prince of darkness Malleus in his true form. Big mistake love it’s just not his two dicks that are heavy it’s the atmosphere. It grows heavier and heavier as primal darkness consumes his mind and your body. Twst Malleus x Fem reader

Warnings - Dark content! Fearplay, size difference, breeding, monsterfucking, primal, cussing, knife play (with his claws), a little blood, stomach bulging, somno, pain play, marking, branding

A/n - Happy spooky season! Hope you enjoy this fic. I always envision Twst boys having a hard time controlling themselves. Gonna proofread later. Please interact and reblog!

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Everyday your hopes were ruined. Every night your plans went wrong. What would it take for him to crack? To just give in? Wouldn’t it be easier for him that way. “Don’t you trust me,” you questioned him. “It’s not about trust it’s about what I could do to you,” he admitted. “I want all you could give.”

He sighed deeply “alright then my love prep the very best you can.” You were exhilarated using the molded dildo you had of his cocks best you could. Lube and oil glided through your holes properly prepping you best you could.

You wanted his slithery tounge invading your mouth. And now you were happy that you’re gonna get it. You even brought a frilly lingerie with the black card he gave you.

You waited for him to come back from his housewarden meeting. Fixing your hair in your compact mirror. You were so distracted you didn’t even notice the lighting strike behind you. A storm was brewing one you couldn’t get out of.

“My dear.” Malleus popped up in the corner of his room the corner were nothing but darkness shone. “Mal why are you in the dark honey? Come into bed with me,” you pouted. You placed the mirror on the nightstand and plopped down on your stomach.

“I’m nervous for you to see me like this. Are you sure you want me fully?” He stayed in the corner awaiting your answer. “Yes I’m sure now come on love.” You switched to get on your back spreading your legs.

You watched in curiosity and horror as his shadow began to morph. The whole room began to feel smaller as his green eyes grew in marvelous slits. You could feel the heat radiating from feet away. You could hear his footsteps shuffle towards you. Heavy just like the two cocks he was carrying.

His normal size was already enough to have your face covered with tears. How were you gonna handle two? Could you even do this? Your mind began to race and your body instantly trembled. “Darling you can’t be scared now I’m already ready for you.”

By now he was fully emerged out of the corner now looking down at you. You couldn’t help but get flashbacks to his overblot. “Don’t worry I won’t destroy you.” His voice was deeper sending vibrations bouncing off the walls.

Suddenly he lunged towards the bed giggling at your delayed reaction. “Take this useless thing off.” He ripped away your lingerie something he’d usually never take for granted. You were naked now nipples perked up your cunt was soaking. His hypersensitive nose could smell your arousal.

“My naughty girl.” He got on the bed with you the weight of him dipping it down dangerously. His tail wrapped around your torso pulling you up towards the headboard. His hands pulled your knees to your ears. Or more like your whole legs since they were so large.

He watched as your holes puckered for attention. He got in close so close your could feel his breath. You couldn’t stop shaking your body in fight or flight mode but unable to move. “Mal please!”

“Please what love? Fuck you or let you go I can’t tell which one you want right now and it hurts me.” A false pitiful face appeared. “I wa-ant you I do love.” You couldn’t even keep your voice straight. Especially when his claws dug into your thighs forcing a response. You hissed at the pain that quickly turned into pleasure.

His tounge was at least five inches long and it filled you quickly wetting every nook and cranny of your honey pot. You inhaled quickly the feeling foreign. Your voice grew into weak chirps with the rhythm he was setting. He purred practically sucking up every ounce of your sweet juices.

His eyes were glowing lighting up the other wise dark room. His horns were larger now the tips looked like you could prick your finger on them. But still you were reminded of all the times your stroked them. They were a sensitive spot for Mal and even you couldn’t resist waking the sleeping dragon.

It was just one little pet at the base of them. A little touch almost equating to if you caressed his cheek. But it made him halt all movements. It was almost like he had no life in his eyes.

It startled you as your froze. He mumbled a spell under his breath one that instantly coated your asshole in more lube. Than the tail that was softly holding you in place. Dragged you down under him. You looked up eyes meeting his.

“Mal I’m not fully stretched yet!” You panicked as his cock lined your holes. “You will adjust to me. After all you’re the one who wanted this now.” You had no idea what he was talking about your hands gripping his forearms. Your grip soon went weak as his cocks began to press inside of you.

The girth of the tips alone had you crying into his scaly chest. You couldn’t even tell him to slow down because he was going slow and calculated. Every hair on your body stood up as he groaned. It’s like you could even feel it in your head. “Mal,” you whined. Your pussy began to welcome the stretch his cock as thick as a can of soda breaking open your walls. However your other hole was having more trouble.

He noticed of course as he notices everything about you and pulled out. You sighed at the relief your asshole left gaping open on nothing. Only for that thought to vanish as he lined himself up again. His hands forced your arms down as he bottomed out in both holes with one thrust.

You could feel him deep in stomach stuffing your guts. The feeling was so polarizing you couldn’t move. Your holes gripped him so tight trying to conform to his impossible shape. It took him everything to fight his instinct and not just pound you until you carried his heir.

His face was flushed you could tell even through the scales. The tip of his pointy ears were a bright red. His hair was pulled back so you could better see his forehead creasing. You could tell he was fighting it. Something in you felt bad for the poor creature. So you bit back your pain and began to slowly move your hips to meet his.

You fell for his trick his face quickly turned into one of a villan an evil smile adorning it. A hand on your stomach kept you in place as his cocks dragged in and out of you.

He watched your stomach as it bulged with his shape. He had to be gentle he knew of he could easily snap your bones in half. But it was hard when you were so cute and tiny. One of his hands placed itself around your throat his claw pinching at it.

Your senses were overtaken the taste of blood from you biting your tongue flooding your mouth. The sight of his large form overtaking your body. You couldn’t even count the number of abs he had. Your ears rung with each wet squelch from your juices.

Your nose was filled with the smell of him. Deep ash and pinewood. Touch from your hands which gripped his horns in order to stabilize your body. “I can’t.” Too much was going on you were too full to comprehend any of Malleus words. Over and over he called you his queen, his everything, his forever.

All you could do was cum all over his cocks. You body arched off the bed you cunt clinching wildly. “You can take it and will take it.” He rubbed your clit making your body spasm even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Fuck,” you screamed. Your hands went to pull his away but he had an iron grip on you.

Your body fell back onto the bed overstimulated and exhausted. But his thrust didn’t stop. They just got faster and deeper your legs were brought to the side of your head. You were bent in half and his cocks ramming into at a pace not humanly possible. You continued to let go squirting all over him.

Your body was losing function as your vision got faint. You melted into him and just let him use you. Your gummy walls felt like heaven as he mounted you. “Take all of me love,” he demanded. He breed you deeply his claws stabbing themselves into your thighs. You watched his eyes turn fully black. He began to salivate like a rabid pack animal.

His head approached yours neck biting down on it and marking you. His tongue went to soothe the area right after but it still stung. It woke you out of your hazy state. Now your body jolting with each of his thrust he was soon to cum.

You can tell because he put gentleness aside. You watched his fangs elongate as he bit into his lips. And for a second you thought of those sinking into your neck. He could so easily take you out if he wanted to. Or you thought of his clawed nail at your throat which was dangerously close to your windpipe.

And even his fire breathe which if he wasn’t careful anough could burn you to a crisp. He had every inch of you on edge. The air around you began to fill with darkness. Your mind filled with flashbacks but he was quick to draw you to the present.

“My love do you wish to be mines forever. A royal of the Draconia family?” He was sprewing nonsense typical love talk about devotion. You couldn’t part your lips to respond. Not until he grabbed your jaw for you. “I asked you a question now focus pet.”

He chuckled as your cunt gripped around him at the nickname. Your legs were numb and jelly and your mouth dry. “I-I do want to be with you. Mal please.” You admitted your voice sounding like a squeak compared to his big one.

The only thing that appeared in the pool of darkness was the both of you. Your sounds echoed across it. And he roared as he came inside of you. His legs locked yours in while his cum began to pool inside of you. It was so much you could feel it stuffing your belly. His thick dicks kept you plugged up to hold it in.

You body finally gave out passing out below his. His hand gripped your tiny figure rubbing at your waist. He felt the thump of your heartbeat gradually relax against his chest. He knew you were okay and at peace now. He had captured his prey but he realized just now he didn’t want anyone to claim his prized possession.

You were his future wife, his queen his everything. No one else could have you but him. No one else should even look at you without thinking of the two of you. God how he could just explode thinking about it.

That’s why he flipped you over the room returning to its normal state shadows fading but darkness still remaining in his mind. He cast a spell in an instant putting you into a deep sleep. Then he branded you with his initials. You wouldn’t be able to feel the sharp hiss of skin melting and warping.

Now every-time you looked in the mirror you would be reminded of him. This was the least he could do for you. Now you were property of one of the strongest beings in the world.

You received the mark of the beast but you were begging for it. He warned you how many times?

Reblogs appreciated!

[tied-up-transfem]

Just really want to lay a girl down on a soft bed, tie her gently and kiss her neck, slowly warm her up until she's humming in delight. Then slip an ovipositor into her and letting her know im not going to stop putting eggs into her until her stomach is bulging. Seeing that pleased hum turn to confusion and horror as it becomes serious, as she realizes im serious. Suddenly those binds aren't just for show. Breathe deep baby you'll need too. Biiiiggg stretch.

[tundraghost]

Another MarineMaynia prompt! This time it was for Sharp Teeth! I— don't know why I drew three pics for this, just didn't feel complete with just one

[eldritchpotato]

In which the dragon is really interested in all the little whimpers you make.

Its tongue was hot and heavy. You squirmed, still trying to free yourself from underneath the dragon’s massive paw.

It was going to devour you, you knew it, yet it just kept licking, tasting your skin. Its tongue swirled around your most sensitive areas, your clothes long shredded from its claws. Oh fuck.

You should have run too. You had tried to be a hero. Now, a massive beast had you at its mercy, its snout prodding and inspecting.

Its tongue was rough; each stroke made you whimper. It was playing with you like a cat might with a mouse. If you weren’t so terrified, it might have felt… good.

No, it certainly felt good, and it hurt, its claws pressing into your skin. What did it want from you?

You let out a gasp, a massive tooth scratching at your thigh as its tongue rolled over you. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. You arched off the ground and were immediately pinned back down, held in place.

It knew what it was doing. The dragon knew what it was doing. Teasing you, tasting you, fucking you like this against the stone of its lair. It was the only explanation. 

You couldn’t reach your sword, your companions had fled, and you could barely breathe under the weight of its talons. And yet all it did was torment you, lick and curl, sliding against you until your hips bucked purely out of instinct.

You couldn’t help it. The adrenaline, the sensations, the fear, what else could you do but get off on it?

The dragon’s breath was hot, its tongue firm and insistent, snout pressed against your crotch. You ground up, shame curling through you as burning as the smoke the beast exhaled.

It licked you again, and you came on the tongue of a dragon.

[gulpercatfish]

Have you ever thought about doing a possessive giant? Like one of those “I’m bigger than you so only I can protect you” sort of ones. The fearplay potential always draws me to that concept.

finally got around to this request — thank you so much for waiting 😭

i’ve been dealing with a bit of an art slump and kept reworking this because it never felt right. still not 100% out of it, but this one felt presentable enough 🥲

For this piece, I initially went for a yandere vibe and tried to mimic a "manga" style, but I think my original art style still shines through lol;; 😅

i’ve got a backlog of requests, but with the holiday coming up i’ll be chipping away at them!

[buncoreclown]

"You want the butcher?!" Um yeah I really fucking do Simon.

By that I mean a knife to the throat as Simon looks wild-eyed, teeth gritted, another person altogether the other part of him the butcher. The one who killed to feed the last tree of Eden before gaining some sort of conscience or maybe it was always there but the thought of being part of something bigger, of Eden, made it okay... That's the man staring now, a killer, murderer, and yet there's something beside the fear in your belly- lust.

... I'm so normal about this man-

[wxlfhard]

Patrick Hockstetter as your boyfriend

Overall creators note—> Yeah, I'm getting too much writing motivation.. that's it.

WARNINGS: Smut mentioned??, toxic/unhealthy relationship dynamics, Patrick being his own warning, fear play??, dubcon, gore/blood mentions, dacryphilia, sadism, animal violence mentioned, snuff mentioned, corruption kink, innocence kink..?,Patrick being a creep, choking, knife play, let's be honest Patrick doesn't even need a tw.. it's Patrick, not proofread ngl

Patrick first noticed you in class, he noticed everyone but he REALLY noticed you. You minded your business, stayed on top of your looks, grades, and all. Not to mention you were a teacher's pet, obedient. So obedient... it repulsed him at first, to see you answer every question, go out of your way to help, maybe even think you're better than some people, some people being him.

He had a keen eye on how shy and timid you were, at first, he'd do things like make flirtatious remarks when you pass by such as, "Well, if that isn't the biggest pair of tits I've seen in a while." And that there was enough to make your face flush, you truly did try to ignore him, especially after hearing the rumors about him being fucked in the head.. Which kinda most likely.. aren't rumors. When the remarks didn't work, he'd purposefully sit next to you in class, ditch the gang to take the same route that you walked home, stare at you like prey, start rumors that you were a slut despite you being a virgin, take things from you like your pencil, your favorite pencil. That you in fact, thought you lost.

Once you've had enough, you cracked down. It takes a lot of guts to confront Patrick yet you did. Your tone wasn't firm, infact it was shaky and unsure, like you didn't know what words wanted to leave your mouth as you found him hanging outside the school, he wasn't with the bowers gang like he usually was. Almost like he knew the confrontation was coming, like he planned it, an opportunity. "Why do you keep messing with my life..? It's ..— it's weird and not okay." He found sick amusement in your question, that's when he knew what it was. He wanted to go out with you! He just had to, not because you're cute? Smart? But because you're sent from heaven, and he wants to ruin that, shoot a bow of fire right through your little wings, that way you'd be so wounded from him without an escape. "Go out with me."

And so reluctantly you did agree to go out with him. Why? Because you're partially afraid of what will happen if you say no and because your naive, you have hope in everyone. You've heard the whispers about him, you see the look in his eyes, yet you agree. The first date was one in the woods. In the dark. With no source of light, he was ecstatic while you were practically shaking in your skirt at every sound; every step, crack of a branch, movement in the dark. He decided hanging out near a tree was the best option, that way he could study you, tear you to pieces, in multiple ways in his head. "Are ya scared, tits?" "You're fucking shaking, Jesus, it's probably some animal." "Get a grip pussy." And lastly, "The real question is.. how scared are you of me?" Your back was flush against the tree as he walked closer, you didn't have to see his face to know he had that disgusting smirk on his face, it was so trivial how that same smirk made your knees weak. He was over here mocking you and you just stood there fiddling with the hen of your skirt, since you didn't answer his question he took it upon himself to test the waters. He kissed you. When he kissed you it wasn't your romantic, ideal first kiss; it was aggressive and full of something unfriendly. His hand gripped at your hips, making sure you couldn't move, keeping you caged between him and the tree. Despite being caught off guard, you kissed him back, it was an instant connection in your brain for some odd reason, that it felt right even though you were severely inexperienced with kissing. And yes, that date did end with him trying to slide his hand up your skirt multiple times, the first time you slapped his hand away. "Oh, come on. I just wanna see." He outright just begged the whole night and well.. you did let him see.. and taste!

After that night, you guys started dating officially, it wasn't really dating. No words were ever exchanged about what would happen between you two. He just staked claim per usual with anything he wanted.

Dating Patrick was like being with a wild card, you never knew what mood he'd be in. He was unpredictable at most times, often times he'd ignore you which confused you and hurt your feelings. He treated you as if you didn't exist until it was convenient to him and if you two got the chance to be alone and you brought it up he'd just act confused, "I don't know what ya mean..? We spend a lot of time together, tits." On top of it all, dating him was like a social suicide, once the school figured out you two were together, you're reputation was tarnished. If rumors started about you he didn't care, he may even add input that it's true even though it's not. Anything to see you below him, and when those rumors get back to you.. oh boy, you'll sit in class the whole day with that look on your face, like your whole life is crashing down by one silly rumor, a sentence that wasn't even true. He'd wait for you to find him after school, per usual, so you can cry in his arms over the stupid shit. Hes horrible at comforting so it would be like crying to a brick wall, he wouldn't say a word. Just stare at you, since you're hugging him, pressed against him, you immediately notice how hard he got from your tears. You don't know if you're disturbed or you find it hot too?

On days when you two do hang out when he isn't with the gang or ignoring you, you two mainly only do things he's into such as watching 'movies,' he makes you sit next to him on the couch watching some boring horror movie, he could tell from your facial expression how bored you were so.. he suggested, "wanna see something cool?" He found a dvd and put it in the player, at least 10 minutes in you didn't want to watch anymore, you felt like you could gag. Reason being, he had you watching a snuff film, the life drained from the girl's eyes as blood dripped from her sliced neck, the masked man breathing heavily, seemingly from excitement of the crime he just committed. "Sometimes.. when I look at you I wonder what you would look like if that was you bleeding out." So casual and romantic Patrick!

With affection he's also random, he can be the most touchy person. He loves to have his hands on your tits, waist, or the back of your neck when you walk, almost as if he's guiding you. He has other.. ways of showing affection like burning your hair with his lighter when you're not paying attention, when you freak out and yell about it? He laughs it off like he didn't almost burn your hair off. He likes to find or kill insects and gift their bodies to you, well it started off as insects before it progressively got into larger specimens such as mice, hamsters, birds, and cats... All on your doorstep! Just for you!

When it comes to you giving him affection he'll either stare at you to make you get the hint not to touch him or he'll just move out of your grasp, it's not that he finds it annoying. He finds it weird, yes, he's a creep and he finds something like normal affection from you weird. In general, he doesn't even classify you as a real human, that's why it's so easy to neglect your advances to be affectionate. He sees you as a pawn or object.

Better believe being with him, you're slowly rotting, tainting almost. You're no longer a sweet angel, no longer a virgin for sure. The first chance he got to get in your pants he took. Of course with a little coaxing and pushing, "Do you not love me.?" "I never.. said that!" Having sex with Patrick was overbearing, he was sadistic. He liked to see you in pain, whether that meant him taking the pocket knife from off his messy nightstand to cut you with while he's mid thrust or slightly placing his hand on your throat before applying pressure that makes your head feel like it's about to burst. And you let him.

When it comes to him allowing you to hang with his friends, he's not big on the idea. He does feel jealous but not in that way, in a twisted way. He sees you as a mere object, that belongs to him, he values you to a certain extent but not enough to be better for you. And this is the issue, he's fond of his friends but he just can't have you getting any ideas or one of them taking you away, especially Henry. The thought that anyone even his friends or not, could treat you better pisses him off. You're like a dog on a leash and he wants it to stay that way

When it comes to Valentine's day or anniversaries you always make sure to get him something you think he'd like, you pay attention to him a lot. Every word he says, you take it in like a fresh breath of air. When it comes to his side of the relationship, he often forgets dates like that and when he does remember, he'll show up to your house or in other words, sneak through your window with a flower stolen from someone's yard and some crappy handwritten letter that's at least 4 sentences in his terrible handwriting, expressing how much he fancy's you but it's never "I love you"

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