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hello !
could i request a hound x reader (afab, but any lingo is honestly fine!) with a virgin s/o ? the ones i found always had the reader act all cute and shy all the time (not even during The Do) because she was a virgin so my bratty ass is just standing there
also, i can’t wait to get paid just so i can tip you or commission something because oh heavens i love the way you write ! it’s always very well made :D
Tips are always the sexiest but rarest thing I receive so I am EYEBALLS but also tysm! As for this request, reader will be Gender Neutral and have a vulva bc I don’t do gendered readers!
!!!Minors and No Age In Bio blogs dni or you will be blocked!!!
Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral and has a vulva, My Bloodhound headcanons, return of Hound’s massive toy collection, mentions of Hound being a Leetle rough
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Virgin? Not an issue. Bloodhound is fully well aware that even the concept itself is not even a Real thing. Of course, if it is important to You, then it is important to them and they won’t make fun of you for using the terminology. Though, it is interesting when you bring it up, Bloodhound never really considered that you would have never had any sexual relations, not with your attitude.
You come off snarky and flirty. You dance around them in a way that makes them feel alive, like a breath of fresh air with your personality. You bite back at them when they sigh at you, you always have a quip back to them even with their own underhanded, subtle sarcasm and cocky attitude. You keep them on their toes, something they learned to like a lot about you. Especially when you were even the first one to ask them out on a date.
Curious little thing you are. They like that you’re able to bare your teeth back at them. Bloodhound is no virgin, at least, depending on what your concept of it is. They like to touch their partners, anxious to be touched back unless they warm up further to you. They admit this to you, offering that they would simply like to touch you instead, and that’s when they learn that this was really your first time doing Anything.
They offer to go slow, but you roll your eyes and scoff, “Hound, I’m not a child, you won’t break me.”
And they pause. Looking at you with a quirked brow and a cock to their head. Looking ever the predator even as you put your hands on your hips and look final in your decision. “...As you wish.” They’d hum, moving in to kiss you and yanking your hips against them with a snarl when you try to act bratty and move from their grip.
They ruin you with their tongue, eating you out and digging their nails into your hips to bruise you as you cry out and twist your fingers in their long crimson curls. The more you moan and squirm and cry, the more Bloodhound moans and becomes messier. Making you cum again and again long before they even get any toys out.
You’ll soon learn about their arsenal when you’re on your fifth orgasm and they’re whipping out a third vibrator and introducing you to their strap on (smaller, for your sake, until they train you to be a good little size queen), and fucking you raw with a hand around your throat and snarling for you to thank your god.
Virgin? Sure. But you told them not to go lightly, and who are they to be a disobedient pup?
Hello, could i please request an imagine for Bloodhound with a reader that wants to induldge Bloodhound's knife kink. So they buy some special knives, and suprise Hound with them. Thank you!
Me who has 100% done plenty of stuff for Hound and their knife play interest.
Me, also: Absolutely. Why not Another one, ya know.
!!!Minors and ageless blogs dni or you will be blocked!!!
Warnings: R18+/NSFT, knife play, predator/prey kink, chasing, sexual threatening????? Reader is gn and ambiguous!
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Hound has lots of knives. All are for special things. You notice this and curiously ask them about them. Their hatchet went into the arena with them- a gift from their uncle, as you learned, and was quite cherished. Their hunting knife, one they always had on them, was for catching prey. Another, bigger hunting knife was used to skin the thicker armored creatures, and so forth.
Imagine their surprise when you bit your lip and asked which one you could use for play time. Something that made their gaze turn away from the blade whittling a piece of wood and looking up at you practically twirling your hair and swaying. They gaze at you for a moment, calculating and curious, before a soft huff of a laugh falls from their full lips and they tell you that they do not Yet have a knife specifically for that. You are the first person to ask them of such a thing.
So you get them a gift. You give them a beautiful hunting knife, it’s shiny and black, the handle being of a custom made leather that’s dyed red. You wrapped it up nice for them in a little box, watching their face carefully as they’d taken it out, twisting it in their grip and giving it a toss to catch the hilt.
“A gift for myself, or a gift for you, beloved?” They’d tease, looking up at you from over the rims of their red tinted glasses and watching you smile that little smile that tells them all they need to know.
You get indulged. They stand to meet you, walking you back slowly until your back hits a wall and the blade’s flat edge slowly goes along the curve of your side, all the way up to your neck where the sharp blade is held just a breath away.
“My sweet, precious little prey,” They’d breathe, obviously getting off on how you whimper and squirm as they smile to reveal their sharp double canines. “Do you want me to hurt you?”
~Rest under the cut~
You swallow thickly, your tongue feeling thick like syrup as you whimper out, “Yes.”
“Do you want me to hunt you?”
“Y-yes-”
“Then run. Pray I do not make a meal of you now.”
And you’re off. You know their beloved game of chasing you through the woods off their cottage, knowing all the trails by now of Talos and where the bigger beasts would not be. You scramble through mud, not daring to look back behind you, because you know they’d only give you a small, merciful ten extra seconds to get ahead.
You try, you really do, trying to make it challenging for them by changing directions. But in the end, you should know how determined Hound is to see you made a mess of.
When they tackle you and you go rolling, you try to kick them off, yelping and squirming and managing to wiggle free, but that doesn’t last long. Not when you’re slammed onto your back, your arms yanked above your head with one of their gloved hands and the other holding that shiny new blade to your throat with a snarled, low voice telling you, “Hold still. You do not wish to bleed, do you?”
When you whimper, rolling your hips up into nothing where they rest on your abdomen, you can see their canines again as they grin.
“Good. Now, stick out your tongue. Like a good pet.” Their voice coos, watching as you obey so they can press the flat of the blade on your tongue and croon yet again. “Lick. Show me what your mouth can do, little one.”
And oh, who are you to say no?
How would Hound react to their partner wearing something like a bunny outfit?
Oh this is really cute!
Warnings: Suggestive but sfw, hints at Bloodhound’s primal play kink, hints of predator/prey
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They’d think it’s cute, probably huff through their nose of amusement and run a hand over the bodysuit on you and comment on how tempting you were. Bloodhound often makes playful remarks on how you are prey to them, no matter how big nor small you are. They often, also, call you prey related nicknames. Little rabbit, little mouse, etc. So to see you take those pet names into account is...both amusing and endearing.
Now, depending on your reasoning for wearing such an outfit, you’d get different responses. Are you wearing it for an event or an outing for something? Like perhaps Halloween and you are going to a party? Or maybe you’re doing some sort of fundraiser? They would not touch you. You are to be elsewhere and you are going to be busy, they do not wish to ruin your outfit.
But. If you’re wearing it FOR them? You can bet they’ll growl at you, maybe try and convince you for a game of chase. With their nails running up the tight body suit and their lips brushing your ear as they murmur the terms of their game and what they’ll do to you, sweet little rabbit, when they catch you.
Be careful, though. Even if you’re wearing it for an even like a Halloween party, if you tease too much, they may...convince you to stay home.