With their crimson curls all free and framing your face as they sit atop you like a predator. Sitting up on your elbows and looking around the dark bedroom until you’d get pounced upon by your lover. Sometimes you got that feeling when you were lying in bed seemingly alone. And in the arena, sometimes you heard the striking snarl before the soft huffing growls and stomping of boots edged your way. Your eyes would flicker around casually looking for the pair of eyes wherever you were, waiting until you caught gold and almost a fire-y iris of their blind eye. Even out of the arena you could sense when their eyes were tracing your figure, feeling this sort of ‘being watched’ feeling coupled with an old primal instinct of prey. More specifically, when you were being watched by a certain someone who not only you called your lover, but who got a kick out of making a fool of you in the arena.īloodhound’s stare was like no other. If there was one thing you knew better than anything It’s that you knew when you were being watched. Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is written as gn transmasc with a vulva and verbiage being cock/dick/hole, Bloodhound has a vulva and is written with cunt/pussy/clit, Gun play, degradation, light boot humping, light mentions of a breeding kink + god kink Please have your age (18+) in bio before interacting or you will be blocked. You don’t exactly roll over belly up and give yourself, leading them to chase you and deliver a just punishment for your bratty taunting. Summary: Bloodhound loves to play with their favorite prey (you). Commission for for Bloodhound and reader with some arena boning and gun play.
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