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hiskillingjar · 10 months

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i love the gender swap version so much ! if you’re accepting request can you please post part 2 i love your work <3

let's go lesbians let's go!!

i took this literally btw. as in this is just continued from my last girlfriend to death post. 2500+ words, lesbicious daddy kink usage dubious consent on all levels lol

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"No, no, no, please, don't-"

The begging words from the laptop were cut off by the buzz of a chainsaw and a blood-curdling scream, a shower of blood and viscera covering the camera lens recording…whatever was happening.

You had found that people generally didn't beg or plead for mercy in the videos Law showed you, and it was a little strange that this person was.

Most were just stoically resigned to their fate and completely dissociated from their own mortality, eyes dead and skin pallid, and didn't struggle or even scream that much when a gun was pressed to their temple or a knife was plunged into their throat.

It seemed peaceful, you thought, and a little like the current state you were in.

Law kept her fingers tangled tightly in your hair while your head bobbed up and down in her lap, taking her cock deep into your throat and stimulating it with your tongue whenever she gave your hair a tug, expecting more effort from you, demanding more without words.

Your cunt was throbbing from the implication of her using you like an object, a sex toy, while she smoked a joint and watched her gory videos still playing on her laptop, but you couldn't touch yourself to the idea of your depersonalisation while your hands were cuffed to the foot of her bed, keeping you pinned, keeping you prisoner.

You didn't put up much of a fight, though. You didn't struggle or scream.

You were resigned to your fate, much like the sadsacks in her videos.

"You like this, don't you? You like when I…"

Law's breath, stained with the smell and intoxication of weed, came out lowly, like she was speaking from the very back of her throat between desperate, heavy gasps and her grip on your hair was starting to tighten again as her short nails dug into your scalp.

"You like it when I use you? Mph, when I fuck your mouth like my own personal sex toy?" She finished, stammering a little around the uncharacteristic words, raising her joint to her lips for another steady inhale. "Ahh…you're so pretty," She added with a dreamy smile (barely visible in your peripheral vision), a stream of smoke falling from her pretty lips as she set the still-burning joint down and pushed her palm into her bralette, palming her small breasts. "So pretty when you're sucking my cock."

She pushed your head down as far as it would go, your lips stretched tight and barely reaching the base of her, despite how much you were panting and spluttering.

It really was true what they said about trans girls.

"Mmm, god, I can't even fit it all inside you," She mumbled deliriously to herself, letting her body flop back against the bed as she groped herself even more and tried to force your head down, tried to force her cock even deeper down your throat. "Your mouth is so tight…ahhh…"

A thick string of glistening drool and pre-cum (sharp tasting like saline) pooled down your chin as she pushed in deeper, almost triggering your gag reflex and cutting off any and all oxygen going to your brain.

Triggered out of your haze of dissociation, you tried to pull back, not to stop in anyway, just to give yourself a breath of air, but she kept your head pinned down in her lap, not relenting for even a second, winding your hair around her palm so she had an even better grip of you.

"I could suffocate you," She mused airily, her fingers rubbing soothing patterns against your scalp, her voice a gentle (and again, sickeningly maternal) coo. "It would be so easy. Just keep you on my cock until you're convulsing and begging for air, and just…watch you wilt." She chuckled to herself, cutting herself off with a low moan as her back arched, her hips raising against your face and pushing (somehow) even deeper into your throat. "You probably wouldn't die, either, not for a long time, anyway. So I could keep you forever. Just like this."

You moaned helplessly against her cock, unable to meet her eyes as your own rolled back into your skull and you pulled at your cuffs hard. You weren't as much scared of the threat as you were endlessly turned on and eager for any kind of relief that she'd let you have.

But this wasn't about you. It was about her.

You were hers, and you were there for her to use as she wanted, even if you had to die for her to get off.

It was almost peaceful. Blissful.

You couldn't think of a better way to go.

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"Ahhnn…ohhh, oh god, Ren!"

You moaned, loud and desperate and open-mouthed, as your back arched against the bed, the chains of your cuffs rubbing against the hotel room's bedframe, a harsh noise that did nothing to distract you from your own searing pleasure.

Ren hadn't let you take off the cosplay despite stripping herself off to her underwear as soon as you got back to the hotel. So, you were lying there, clothed and bound and totally disheveled with your petticoats shoved up around your waist, bucking your hips up restlessly against her hungry mouth on your cunt and the dangerous little toy she was holding against your clit.

Each time she indulgently suckled your cunt, the pornographic slurp of her tongue running along your wet slit, was so hideously loud, even over the constant buzzing of the toy, inching up little by little as she grew even more desperate for your pleasure as you were, but those sounds were nothing compared to your desperate keening moans, whines, and whimpers.

"God, you look fucking possessed," Ren said with a yipping laugh as she looked up at you, her golden eyes wide and almost manic while they were staring so intently. Her lacy bra and panties were almost see-through, exposing her dark areolas and the soft bush of pubic hair that dusted her cunt, and made you all the more desperate for her as she sat up, licking her jaws. "Mm, your cunt is soaking wet, baby. Like I could slide my biggest toy inside of you and you wouldn't even feel a thing."

You bit your lip with another needy moan, your eyes glazing over as you thought about her toys back home, the strap-on that she could switch out and change, depending on how much she wanted to torture you.

What you wouldn't give to take that fucking strap on now?

"Mmph, please, please-"

"What are you begging for?" She said with a mean smile, leaning close to you but not moving the buzzing toy for even a moment. "You want me to fuck you, to let you cum?" She tilted her head, her ears tipping forward on top of her head as her tail began to wag a little more. "Hm? What is it, sweetie?"

"Fuck meeeee~" You pleaded, looking up into her eyes, pleading for her mercy with everything you still had left. "Please, I'm desperate for it, please..."

"Oh, silly girl, your voice is slurring." She interrupted with another laugh, yipping and barking like a hyena, taking the utmost pleasure in how much you needed her. "Wow, you really must have been way drunker than me! I'm already sobering up, but you?" She ran her tongue over her lips again as she slid the slider of the vibrator up, making it buzz louder and faster against your sore clit. "Hah, you sound so cute and dumb when you're tipsy!"

You shrieked as she pressed a little more weight against the vibrator, pushing it harshly against your clit and rubbing each ridge against the throbbing muscle, making the pain (and pleasure) all the more intense.

"Ren, pleaseeee," Your voice was a near sob as you pulled hard at your cuffs, almost wanting to hide your flushed, sweating face from her hungry gaze. "Please, please, I can't, I can't-"

"Maybe we shouldn't go to the con tomorrow, hm?" She mumbled softly, rubbing a tight, little circle against your cunt with the vibrator, stimulating even more, making your body thrash erratically. "Maybe I should just tie you to the bed and edge you all day long." She grinned again, the way she did when she had a particularly hideous idea to tell you. "Let in the housekeepers too, so they can get a good look at you."

"Nooooo," You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to pull at your cuffs again, opting to hide your face in your trembling bicep, against the scratch tulle of the cosplay's blouse. "No, no no, noooo…"

"Yessss~" She giggled and reached up to your face with her free hand, pushing your head back into the pillows and forcing your eyes together as she brought her face down to yours. "C'mon, baby, you know you're way too dumb to make decisions for yourself right now. I mean, just look at you. You're a mess." She tilted her head to the side, her ears flat, a condescending look of sympathy on her pretty (pretty) face. "That's why I'm here to take care of you."

"And I'll always take care of you. That's what we agreed to, right?"

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You gasped brokenly each time you were pulled down onto Strade's strap-on, words slurred into helpless gurgles and grunts as her full hips slammed against your backside loudly, rhythmically, like a well-oiled machine, the leather of her harness sticking to the sweat running down your arse and hips.

She kept one hand on your shoulder, the other on your hip, both grips authoritative and controlling as short nails dug into your soft flesh, sure to leave a mark, a bruise, and remind you of the encounter for days to come.

"God, you're taking it so well, fraulein. I knew you were a needy, little whore, but this is something else." She growled with an unseen smirk, her accent even thicker as she grew even more aroused, pulling you down even more on the massive toy, to the point of discomfort (to the point of you moaning even louder, any protests slurred into whines.) "Mm, taking it like the dog you are, aren't you?"

"Uh huh," You slurred in idle agreement, your head still swimming from the drink as she pushed a hand into your sweaty hair and pulled your head back, forcing your back to arch and your arse to be raised even higher, the grip probably better than the one on your shoulder and much more painful for you.

You had a sense that that was Strade's ultimate goal.

"Yeah? Kleiner hündchen, little puppy, is that it?" She asked with a rasped chuckle, hooking her chin over your shoulder as the hand on your hip slid up to palm your chest, her own (covered by a sports bra, her shirt haphazardly unbuttoned to reveal a soft stomach) pressed to your back. "Wanna prove that to me? Bark then, if you're a dog."

"Ahhnn…" You moaned helplessly as she rolled one of your pierced nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pressing somehow even deeper inside you, the head of the strap-on so deep that it felt like it was penetrating one of your organs. "F-Fuck…"

"That doesn't sound much like a bark to me, little dog," She laughed again, pressing her drooling mouth against your shoulder, nipping your skin and leaving behind even more bruises as she continued to palm and grope your chest. "Do as you're told or I'm gonna have to get nasty."

You whimpered feebly as she slowed down her thrusts, angling the massive toy even deeper inside you and idly thrusting up against the sensitive bundle of nerves that made up your g-spot, making you clench tight and your body stiffen in shock and brain-melting arousal.

"Come on," Strade then rasped, her voice dipping down lowly as she pressed her lips to your neck, warm and wet and waiting to bite. "Bark for Daddy, or I'll look for something else big and sharp to stick into your guts, hm?"

Your body spasmed as you clenched even tighter around the toy, letting your head drop down to your sweating chest.

"Wuff wuff," You mumbled softly, your voice a slurred murmur as she continued to fuck into your body like a toy, a pile of meat.

"What was that?" She asked airly with an evident smile to her voice, the hand on your chest reaching up to your chin to force your head back up against hers, hips once again smacking against your backside as the pace picked up. "Come on, that was nowhere near good enough! Let me hear you properly."

"Wuff wuff!" You yapped a little more loudly, going as far as to subtly wag your arse to prove how good of a dog you could be for 'Daddy'.

"That's it! That's perfect!" She praised, as the hand on your hip descended to your front to idly circle your clit, her thick fingers toying with the muscle as you whimpered and whined and arched forward for even more, consequences be damned. "Such a good dog, fraulein. So good for your Daddy."

You whined needily as your shaking hands reached up to hers. The hand on your chin ran down to your neck as she grabbed your throat and pulled you even closer against her, and as each hand circled her thick wrists, you found yourself unwilling to push away each of the sensations, the shortness in your breath pushing you over the edge all the more.

"That's a good girl," She whispered against your neck, running her tongue over each sensitive spot and leaving behind a mean little nip against your jaw. "Such a good, well-behaved pet for me."

Her voice was filled with an almost cruel and predatory kind of amusement, but you barely had the brain about you to care, focusing only on the pounding heat in your cunt and her fingers rubbing your clit.

You'd be a good dog as long as she wanted, just as long as you kept feeling this maddeningly delicious torture.

#lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #lawrence x mc #lawrence x reader #ren hana #ren btd #ren x mc #ren x reader #strade btd #strade x mc #strade x reader #drabbles #fem strade just looks like strade btw. with bigger boobs. that's the best kind of genderbend to me #qs #girlfriend to death

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baiddy25 · 8 months

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SO...

#btd #fanart #boyfriend to death #didjitalart #sketch #boyfriend to death 2 #ren hana #btd ren #fem ren #gatobob

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hilkaro · 2 months

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"No hurt, just comfort"

Dedicated to all those who are not feeling well: Caring Ren.

You lie in bed with your eyes closed, not dozing off anymore but also not wanting to admit that you’ve already woken up. It’s one of those days when you’d rather just pretend you don’t exist. You inhale the fresh morning air and wonder why you feel so bad again.

Then you hear a soft knock on the door, and without waiting for your response, Ren enters, carrying a tray in his hands. The room immediately fills with the aroma of herbs and spices.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling today?” asks the beastkin, placing the tray on the nightstand. He sits on the bed next to you, the mattress bending slightly under his light weight.

You open your eyes and give him a slight smile. No matter how you feel, his presence is always welcome. Your heart even beats a little faster.

“Better already,” you reply, sitting up in bed.

His tail wags with satisfaction as he adjusts your pillows to make you more comfortable. Then he touches your face with the back of his hand, like a mother checking for a fever without a thermometer when you were a child. You sigh lightly, feeling the feather-light touch on your cheek.

“You’re so pale. Paler than usual,” he says with evident concern in his voice, looking at you intently.

You smile wryly. It’s hard to get a tan being locked up at home for several years.

“Geez, is that even possible? To be even paler than usual?”

Ren’s face lights up at your joking reply. He ruffles your hair affectionately.

“Your sense of humor is coming back, that’s good.” His hand moves across your face, his thumb brushing your lower lip, caressing its redness. Subconsciously, you part your lips, but he just smiles and shakes his head.

“Oh! I almost forgot. I made you some broth, it should be eaten while it’s hot.”

He places the tray on his lap, stirs the bowl of broth for a moment, then scoops up a spoonful, blows on it to cool it, and brings it to your mouth.

Immediately, you blush and, surprised, pull back a bit.

“Hey, come on, I want to feed you,” says the beastkin, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“I-I can do it myself,” you protest quietly.

“Let me take care of you, that’s what I’m here for, to take care of you, right? Besides, it would bring me great joy. Be a good girl as usual and let me do what I want.”

Encouragingly, he moves the spoon closer to your mouth, and you open your mouth because it’s not a big deal, and you want your beloved captor to be happy. The broth is still hot, slightly burning your tongue, but it tastes delicious. You can clearly taste fresh parsley, garlic, and Maggi seasoning. And pepper. Lots of pepper. Your stomach will probably hurt later, but you don’t think about that, you just bravely open your mouth, and with each spoonful, you really start to feel better.

“Hah, look at that, you’ve even got a bit of a blush!” Ren praises, setting the empty bowl aside. He leans in and plants a warm kiss on your forehead. You tremble all over, your eyelids flutter, and a sigh escapes your lips. The beastkin looks at you up close, his eyes shining, ears perked, tail still, only the tip twitching slightly. He’s considering something.

“No. Not today. Today I’ll leave you alone, you need to rest,” he finally says, more to himself than to you, and you know exactly what he meant, and part of you regrets that it’s not today, that maybe that’s what would get you back on your feet, but you just meekly nod in response.

“I thought I’d read you a book.”

He reaches for a volume lying on the tray next to the now-empty bowl. When he says book, he obviously means a manga, you glance briefly at the cover. Uzumaki by Junji Ito. Not a very uplifting story, but you know he could have chosen worse. You know his collection and taste very well. You shift to make room for him, and he settles comfortably next to you, wrapping an arm around you. You rest your head on his chest and listen to the beat of his heart, inhaling his wonderful scent. With him, you found your place in the world.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Hmm? I didn’t hear you.”

“Nothing, nothing. Please read.”

#ren hana #ren hana btd #btd2 #ren x reader #fem reader #no hurt #just comfort #fanfic #fluff

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kamimarroco · 4 months

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He hurts you because he loves you

CW: Non-con, blood and dacryphilia

Do not interact with this story if you are underage or do not like the themes portrayed.

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“Ren?”, you asked with a hint of fear in your voice, stepping back when you saw him standing in the doorway. He had opened the door so aggressively that for a moment you thought he had broken it.

“... You”, the harsh tone in his voice scared you. He had never acted this way before. The beastkin began walking towards you, his steps heavy as was his general aura, making you move away as he got closer.

You tried to scream at him, tried to make him come back to himself, but your efforts were useless. He soon got close enough, holding you by the wrists and throwing you on the bed in the room. You backed away until your back hit the headboard, being in a completely vulnerable position before the beast in front of you.

“Look, maybe we can talk about this... We can–”, your words were cut off as you received his full weight on your body, keeping you in place while he tore your clothes without the slightest mercy. You were soon completely exposed, his hands roaming your skin to feel your heat. “Ren…”

His touch was gentle, his fingers making a point of tracing your entire upper part. He liked this, he liked the feel of your body and how you trembled because of his touch, letting out shy moans as you surrendered to the moment. You couldn't stop him even if you used all your strength, you knew there was no other solution for this.

You squirmed when his claws reached your nipples, playing with that sensitive area of your body. Your legs trembled, your breath left your lungs and a feeling of excitement formed in your stomach. You were anxious as fuck as your voice blurted out obscenities and asked for more, closing your eyes to avoid eye contact and further embarrassment. God, it had been so long since the two of you had done this, but the foreplay seemed to be enough to make you reach your limit.

“I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!”, you screamed as you continued to be touched, feeling your release between your legs. But even after seeing you reach your peak, he continued to play with your nipples, moving his right hand to your vulva and starting to touch your inner lips with his claws. “N-No... Please, I'm still sensitive!”, you stated as you closed your thighs, trying to stop him from continuing. But instead of ceasing the sensation, you became even more turned on, his hand between your closed thighs bringing another kind of pleasure. Without realizing it, your hips began to hump against his hand, wanting more of the feeling.

“You know, that's really naughty of you…”, his low, excited voice sounded like a melody to your ears, making you more embarrassed than you already were. “Do you like hearing me talk dirty?”, he asked even though he already knew your answer, wanting to hear it directly from your mouth.

“Your voice... I-It makes me horny…”, your pride had already been swallowed, so you saw no need to try to deny an obvious fact. “I love listening to you…”

“... Fuck”, Ren couldn't stop himself and forced your thighs apart, thrusting two fingers deep inside you. It hurt like hell and you could feel your walls being bruised by the claws. It made you tighten your grip on the sheets on the bed, perhaps to the point of tearing the fabric. You could feel your insides being ripped apart, probably hurting enough to draw blood.

“Ren, stop!”, you shouted, your plea falling on deaf ears. “REN, I'M SERIOUS! IT HURTS AS FUCK!”, your tone increased in a way never seen before, yourself being scared by your own aggressiveness. But your effort managed to make him look at you, an expression of anger on his face. Shit, maybe it would have been better to stay quiet… “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–”

Your speech was cut off when his claws were pushed even deeper inside you, starting to hurt you on purpose. “Have you forgotten who is in control here?”, his gaze penetrated the depths of your soul, his fingers continuing their work of masturbating you. “Listen to me carefully: your body belongs to me. Your behavior, your clothes, what you eat, where you sleep, everything is at my command”, his words were punctuated with violent thrusts. “So think very carefully before you try to defy me, because I won't hesitate to show you who's in charge here”

You came for the second time on his hand, blood being seen along with your release fluid, the burning sensation inside your vagina. You couldn't help but allow tears to stream down your cheeks, feeling completely abused. But the worst part was that you knew it wasn't the end.

Your system panicked when you saw Ren unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants and lowering his underwear just enough to free his cock. You tried to crawl away, but his claws dug deep into your hips, using extraordinary strength to keep you in place. In a last attempt to gain some mercy, you tearfully apologized, vowing that you would be obedient and never try to defy him again. But that wasn't enough, he had enough of you.

Your insides were invaded by his hard cock, making the burning sensation of your internal bruises even worse. He didn't care if it hurt you, he wanted to punish you for your bad behavior and he would make sure to fulfill that goal.

Your tears were now accompanied by screams of pain, the feeling of claws entering your skin contributing to this terrible scenario. The way he moaned, praised you for taking him so well and looked at you with desire brought disgust to you. You were being raped, you felt no pleasure in it, only fear and aversion.

Of course, you couldn't expect much from someone who kidnapped you, but you at least thought he would listen to you. Even though he was violent and had moments of outbursts, he still showed a little concern for you, softening when he saw that you weren't comfortable. Those moments made you sympathize with him a little and think that maybe he loved you in his own crazy, twisted way. After all, that was the only kind of "love" he was shown.

But now it was gone, and you couldn't feel dirtier than you do now. Even though you had no choice, you still felt guilty for not fighting harder, for giving in to him so easily. You probably would have been punished even more, but at least you would have kept your dignity, something you don't even have anymore.

You felt him filling your insides with several shots of hot cum, his knot swelling and keeping the two of you trapped together, something you hated deep in your soul. He fell on top of you unceremoniously, his weight suffocating you. “You did so well…”, he kissed your cheek softly. “Oh God, I love you so much…”, he said right after sexually violating you.

Sweet words that hid more than the ears could detect. You hated how he got everything he wanted and, on top of that, destroyed you in every way, whether morally, psychologically or sexually.

God, you just hated him, but you hated yourself more for not being able to retaliate.

“Sorry about that, pumpkin. My rut didn't help me and I just wanted to feel you…”, the words sounded genuine, and perhaps he was telling the truth, but you couldn't forgive him even if you were paid with the greatest fortune in the world. It just wouldn't work, you wouldn't get back what you lost during this abuse.

“It's okay, I forgive you", it was a lie, your mind said, but you couldn't risk being violated any more than you already were. Your whole body hurt and you just wanted to sleep and never wake up.

Ren snuggled up to you, his arms around you to keep you close. You heard his purr and saw how his tail moved happily from side to side, acting exactly like a pet. You couldn't help but pet his head, scratching his ears to get him in a better mood. He smiled at you with his eyes closed, and you smiled back with fury rising inside your chest.

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