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can i rq strade x ren x reader nsfw hcs please ?? ur like my new fav btd fanfic writer teehee :3
a/n: yes of course! and omg thank you <3 i'm so flattered :3c i hope you enjoy these nasty hcs!
{ strade x ren x gn! reader }
warnings/tag: NSFW, NON-CON, abuse of all forms, lots of strade voyeurism, fox-like mating/courting behaviours, breeding, cum licking/eating, sweat, piss, humiliation, oral mutilation, oral sex (double bj, face sitting, deep throating), blood as lube, necrophilia (?), hypothetical reader death.
It's no surprise that Strade gets off on testing loyalties, often commanding one of you to inflict pain on the other. Whatever it is, he finds pleasure only when both of you are left sobbing, bleeding, and terrified; both of yourselves and each other.
Ren becomes noticeably more affectionate and clingy at the onset of mating season, often nuzzling your neck and closely shadowing your movements. During this period, he is more susceptible to Strade's coercion, compelling him to act on his primal instincts. Strade might restrain or hold you down to allow Ren to breed you like the animal he is.
Strade finds pleasure in your humiliation, often forcing you to "clean each other up" post-ordeal. He'd make you and Ren lick the blood, sweat, and cum off each other's bodies, denying you the luxury of bathing.
While he's bound and helpless, Strade may command you to urinate on Ren, who is normally meticulous about keeping his fur clean. You comply, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as the warm stream cascades over Ren's trembling body, his features twisted in distress and his fur matted unpleasantly.
Strade would push his knife between your lips, slowly carving through each of your tongues. As your mouths fill with the coppery tang of blood, you and Ren kneel side by side, mouths working in tandem to suck him off. With his hands firmly gripping your heads, Strade dictates the rhythm and depth, the bitter taste of blood intertwining with his salty essence.
You'd often be made to straddle Ren’s face, pressing down as he struggles to breathe beneath you. Meanwhile, Strade grabs a fistful of your hair and grinds his hips forward, pushing his cock deep between your lips. As he forces himself all the way down your throat, he pinches your nose shut, cutting off your air completely. Ren’s hands, previously idle, instinctively move to your hips, attempting to ease the suffocating pressure on his face while his tongue works desperately between your legs.
Strade enjoys forcing you to draw blood from yourselves or each other, then using it to lubricate his fingers or cock before he violates you both. He watches with glee as you and Ren reluctantly smear the blood across each other’s bodies, coating your skin in a macabre sheen.
With the basement floor slick with the blood of a previous victim, Strade commands Ren to fuck you. The metallic scent hangs heavy in the air as the proximity of their lifeless body, mere inches away, adds a morbid thrill. Strade observes you both, physically entwined and coated in blood.
Should a bond form between you and Ren, Strade would seek to destroy it in the most harrowing way imaginable. He hands Ren a sharp, gleaming knife, issuing a chilling command: "Tear them open and take what's yours." Bound and helpless, your pleas fall on deaf ears as you lock eyes with Ren, whose apologies spill forth through sobs, just before the cold steel slices your skin. He cuts deeply, laboriously sawing through bone and cartilage, prying open your chest with excruciating precision to reveal your heart in an act that is as grotesque as it is intimate. Ren’s fingers, trembling and reluctant, slip under your sternum; his claws inadvertently tearing through delicate tissues, until finally, they close around your heart— warm, slippery, and pulsating in his grasp.
Just noticed your ask box was open again!
How about another Ren x Fem!Mc smut? But instead it’s reader cleaning Ren up and taking care of him after one of Strades punishments? I read your last one and absolutely loved it! ^^
a/n: sure thing! hope you enjoy :3
UNTIL THE END
{ ren hana x f! reader }
word count: 1.0k
warnings/tags: NSFW (consensual), very fluffy, mentions of injury and abuse, handjob, mirror sex, lots of praise and comfort.
It's as if your kisses are a balm, your love a salve that can soothe the hurt carved into his skin and soul by cruelty and pain. Your tongue tracing the edges of his wounds becomes a timeless ritual, a reminder that love can be a powerful, healing force, hidden from the chaos of your captive life.
Ren whimpers softly, his breath hitching with each touch. You cradle him closer against your chest, your hands tenderly running through his soft tresses. The bath is now lukewarm, tinged with pink from antiseptic and blood. Your fingertips have begun to prune from the humidity, but you still hold him, soothe him, understand him. The collection of scars you both bear binds you together.
"Does it still hurt?" you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear. The water ripples as you adjust your position, pulling Ren even closer, his head resting against your shoulder.
"A little," he admits, his voice barely audible. "But it's better now... with you."
Your heart aches at his words, a mixture of love and sorrow. You kiss his temple, your lips lingering against his damp skin. "I wish I could take all your pain away," you murmur, your fingers tracing the delicate curve of his jaw.
"You do," he replies, his voice steady despite the tremor you can feel running through his body. "Every time you hold me, every time you kiss me... you make it bearable."
You squeeze him gently, your arms wrapped around his slender frame. "We make it bearable for each other," you say, your voice filled with conviction. "We survive because we have each other."
Ren’s eyes meet yours, his amber gaze filled with gratitude and love. "I don't know what I’d do without you," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion.
"You’ll never have to find out," you assure him, your hand gently cupping his cheek. "We’re in this together, remember?"
His hand reaches up to caress your cheek, his touch feather-light against your skin. "Together," he echoes, his voice a mere breath against your skin. "Until the end."
In that moment, the tension and fear of your life dissolve into an overwhelming need for connection. Slowly, Ren leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. He starts softly, tentative as if testing the waters of this newfound intimacy. But as the warmth builds between you, the kiss deepens and becomes more desperate.
His hands roam over your back, tracing the curve of your spine with a delicate caress. You respond in kind, fingers threading through his hair, a sensation like silk beneath your touch. Your hands find the base of his ears, squeezing gently and eliciting a soft moan from his lips. There’s an urgency in the way you embrace each other, as if the moment might slip away and leave only the cold reality of your shared captivity.
Ren breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. "You’re so soft," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe. "So gentle."
You smile, brushing your lips against his jawline, savoring the hitch in his breath. "You deserve gentle," you whisper back, your breath warm against his skin. "You deserve all the tenderness in the world."
You hold him like that for a long time as the room fills with the soft sounds of your breathing and the steady lapping of water around your bodies.
Eventually, you shift slightly and pull away from him. "C'mon, we should get dried off," you suggest softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Ren nods, his movements slow and careful as he allows you to help him out of the bath. Grabbing a towel, you begin to dry him off, your movements gentle over his fresh injuries. He flinches at first but then relaxes into your touch, trusting you implicitly.
In the mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourselves. Strade's marks are etched into both of your skins, a haunting reminder of the sadism you endure. For a moment, you imagine what you might look like free from the bruises and collars, living a life where pain isn't a constant companion.
As you tenderly dry his skin, your eyes meet in the mirror. "What do you think we would look like in another life?" you ask softly, your fingers brushing against his neck.
He leans his head back into your touch, a small sigh escaping his lips. "Beautiful," he replies, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Without all this…"
You lean in, peppering kisses along his neck and shoulder, feeling him shiver beneath your lips. "Do you want me to touch you?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, please," he pleads, his voice trembling with need.
Your breasts press against his back, still slightly damp and warm from the bath. Your hand travels down his front, grasping his length gently. He gasps, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into your touch. You begin to stroke him, your movements slow and deliberate, your other hand tracing patterns on his chest.
"Look at yourself," you whisper into his ear, watching his reflection in the mirror. "See how beautiful you are, still."
His eyes flutter open, locking onto his own image. A flush spreads across his cheeks, and his lips part as soft moans escape. You continue to murmur words of praise, your voice soothing and steady.
"You're so beautiful, Ren. So perfect." Your hand moves with a steady rhythm, your thumb occasionally brushing over the sensitive tip. His hips begin to move in time with your strokes, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
As he reaches the edge, you hold him close, your own breath mingling with his. "I’m here for you, always," you promise, your voice filled with unwavering conviction. "I'll be there to lick your wounds and soothe your pain. We’ll survive this, together."
With a final, desperate gasp, he finds his release, his body trembling against yours. You hold him through it, your hand never faltering until he’s spent and leaning heavily against you.
You press a gentle kiss against his temple, your lips lingering on his skin. "Together," you repeat, your words soft and genuine. "Until the end."