Me: idk, being prey, especially a deer, hunted down by a predator feels weirdly too personal and I don't know if I will be into it too much
Me: sooooo um my cock is hard and my cunt is DRIPPING after thinking about that for 5 minutes
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uh okay i didn’t mean for this to be this long but whatever
cw: noncon, hunting, forced orgasm
imagine with me, for a moment, that you’re a big scary werewolf. you’re wandering through the woods, bored, when you see me. soft deer ears, fluffy tail, and antlers reaching up from my head. i’m picking flowers in a clearing, humming to myself. you grin, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. perfect.
you silently creep forward through the trees, eyes trained on me. i’m none the wiser. until you misstep and snap a twig.
my head shoots up, wide innocent eyes darting around the clearing until they land on you. you’re huge, eyes glowing in the dark. i squeak in fear and book it towards the opposite tree line.
i delicately leap over the brush and duck under branches. my breaths come in short, panicked bursts as my heart hammers in my chest. i can’t hear you following me, but i know that doesn’t mean anything. i push myself, running faster. i know what will happen if you catch me. and i know im not strong enough to stop it. but maybe i can be fast enough to escape it.
it’s quite easy to track me. i wasn’t careful in my frantic flight, leaving broken branches in my wake. you slink after me, using your nose to pin me down.
i think i’ve almost made it. i start feeling hopeful. suddenly my head is painfully yanked back and im harshly pulled to a stop. i realize my antlers are tangled in low-hanging branches. my panic rises, twisting uncomfortably in my chest. i reach up and try to untangle myself. “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-“
i hear a low chuckle behind me and freeze. “well, well. poor thing..” a jolt of fear shoots through me as your clawed hand grips the back of my neck. i yelp and try to twist my body away, hooves digging into the ground, hands trying to snap the branches. my thrashing earns me a harsh shake by my neck, claws piercing into my delicate skin and drawing blood. “stop squirming,” you growl. i whimper, eyes filling with tears. as panicked as i am, i can feel the coil of arousal wind in my gut. ‘oh god… no…’
your other hand comes from behind me and gropes my chest. i push away from the touch, only to press my back into your chest. you hum low in your throat and shift your hand so its gripping the front of my neck instead.
“please-“ i choke out through tears. “l-let me go-“
you dig your claws into my neck again, drawing more blood. you nuzzle the puncture wounds, then slowly lick up the blood, humming in satisfaction.
i’m trembling in your hold. the hand at my chest slides down my torso, towards my aching cunt. i start up my thrashing again, desperate to get away, to not let you find out just how turned on i am. but you’re too strong.
your fingers meet my slicked cunt, and you let out a surprised laugh. “my my… someone’s excited.” you dig your teeth into my soft ear, drawing a yelp from me. tears are flowing freely down my face now, mixing with the blood dripping from my neck. “fucked up little thing, aren’t you?”
i whine, starting to shake my head.
“oh, don’t lie to me.” your fingers press gently into my clit, moving in a tight circle. before i can stop myself, i’m arching my back and letting out a soft moan. “see?”
“n… nnnoo…” my eyes roll back as the pressure of your hand at my throat tightens. “pl- please…”
“don’t worry, pretty thing,” you murmur, resting your chin on my shoulder. “i’m not going to fuck you… today. right now, i just want to watch you unravel at my hands.”
pleasure shoots through my body as your fingers move faster. i’m panting now, my hands gripping at your wrist, trying to pull your hand off my neck. “i can’t- i don’t want to-“ i gasp at a particularly hard dig into my clit. “nononononono-“ the pleasure builds and builds, until it washes over me in powerful waves. i let out a whine as i cum, my hips jerking forward into your touch.
i’m trembling and panting as your hands withdraw from my body, the tear tracks drying on my cheeks. you gently free my antlers from the branches. as soon as i’m free, i lurch forward on shaky legs. i look back at you, eyes wide and teary.
you grin. “see you soon.” that’s the last thing i hear from you before you turn and vanish into the shadows.
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Here's Angel Dust in my Magne High AU.
His clothes in his human form are a combo of his main outfit in the series as well as the outfit in the song poison. The dots on his face won't appear until after he gets his demon powers. With his powers, (like the other characters who get powers), when he feels a strong emotion or uses his powers in hunan form, his eyes change to his casual demon eyes.
Facts about Angel in my AU:
-Still comes from a mob family
-Knows how to build and shoot guns
-Takes gymnastics, and often wins tournaments, which "makes up" for his mediocre grades
-Wins a baby big at a carnival a few months before the main cast meet eachother in school(this world's fat nuggets)
-He's heavily into fashion, and crossdresses a lot for fun.
-Used to date Valentino, and since has broken up with him due to abusive behavior.
-He is closer with his sister Molly than he is his brother Narciso (Arackniss)
-He's in the same Home Ec class as Alastor, who introduces him to Husk, and later Nifty.
- Watches Rupal Drag Race
-His best friend is Cherri/Chloé, and has been since childhood
-Angel is the middle sibling in this AU
-He's a bit of a prankster
-Originally only befriends Charlie since she's the daughter of the School Headmaster, then later becomes actual friends with her.
Here's the pic of his design next to Alastor:
Yes, Angel is still taller than Alastor is.
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