#guardian predator

[looseratinthegarage]

I don’t have a problem… you do…

[guardian-angle22]

baby sand cats via animalogic

[probablyspooky]

Message Received (Predator x Fem! Reader Guardians of the Galaxy) Pt 2

tag list uwu: @the-official-slasher-fucker

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Knelt down as if you were a table, knees placed upon uneven stones as an added level of pain to your punishment. Above your head you held a tray of lavish sweets and treats, you were being used as furniture until you proved yourself worthy to even serve the Grandmaster. Your body ached with pain, but fear and adrenaline kept you from shaking even harder than you were, god forbid you were holding a drink, then the Grandmaster would truly notice how wobbly his temporary table truly was.

The day was going just as any day was, the stadium was filled to the brim with those whos lives weren’t being used, those who were free. You could see the arena from your position as your head was tilted down, using the top part of your hair to keep the tray steady. Looking down into the arena you could see todays gladiators fighting to the death for the entertainment of anyone nearby.

The Grandmaster was currently chatting away with whatever reporter or loser who came to bask in his glory, his hideous shadow that kept others below him. Though people were free around him, there is the fear that he will just take you deep within anyone who dares come closer enough.

“Any plans for todays matches Grandmaster?”, the reporter asked, using a tablet writing down his words as if they were pure gold.

“Oh not much,” the Grandmaster chuckled, taking a treat off that tray you held, “I hope for one of my better trained pets to enter the arena today, you know his species actually fights for honor, so it’s kind of....hmm.. interesting to watch him fight for a blood sport like this”

That venom in his words, trying to make you break so you would be punished again, but you held strong, you needed to be strong, if you were punished again, surely it would affect him as well, and you did not want him to suffer along with you.

You whimpered as more pain set into your body, the gladiators cheered as another one has met their final blow. The winner is rewarded with a meal that isn’t just kitchen scraps, perhaps Grandmaster would even have it warmed.

“Oh boy, another pet gone,” Grandmaster sighed, and waved his hand towards one of his servants, this one is particular was in charge of sending in the next round of entertainment, “Send in those clowns for a bit”

The servant, whose name was Ryne, nodded, and swiftly turned, grabbing one of many, large velvet cords that lined the back wall of the showing box you were in. Taking the large cord in his hands, he pulled it hard, causing one of the bells to ring, this bell in particular rings to let the clowns know they need to put on a show for the crowd.

With sad eyes you watched him get rotten food thrown at him, sand kicked into his eyes, his dreads pulled, and his body cut because his blood color shines bright against metal.

Tears welt up in your eyes watching your love be tortured like this. Yet another set of eyes were watching you, the evil eyes of the grandmaster as he took enjoyment in your suffering.

He raised his hand, as to slap the tray in your hands away, but then before he could send the signals from his brain to make his body move, the grand doors to the viewing box opened, and in came the messenger who worked there, same as you.

“What?” Grandmaster groaned, turning his attention away from you.

“A ship has landed in the docking bay, the Guardians are here, and they’re looking for an audience with you sir...”, the messenger replied, standing straight and tall.

“Guardians huh?”, he scoffed, taking the tray off your hands, and dumping it onto the floor, “Did they say what they’re here for?”

“They said they received a message”

When the last breath of his sentence was said, your hair as grasped, and your head yanked back. You were forced into a semi standing and falling position, you cried, as the pain from your knees erupted, mixing with the main emanating from your scalp, it all was too much to bare.

“You little-” The Grandmaster started, but he was cut off.

“Hello Grandmaster,” a forceful voice started, many footsteps could be heard entering the room, and you felt the cool touch of the floor hit your body, as you were released from his grasp.

You opened your eyes to see who stopped you potential death from transpiring. A woman, green of flesh a Zen-Whoberi, who stood very tall and sure of herself, accompanying here was a human man, red jacket, who looked a bit aloof, a small walking talking racoon, a Kylosian, who was standing behind an insectoid woman, and lastly with them Groot.

The woman started, “I am Gamora, and this is Quil, Rocket, Drax, Mantis, and Groot, we are responding to a distress signal we received from someone on this planet, from specifically within your arena walls.”

“Oh, I see,” Grandmaster replied, covering his voice with a thickness of sugar, “I can not think of anyone who is in danger here so it must be a mistake on someone’s part probably. Sorry for wasting your time but you really should be-:

“With all due respect your...grand masterness?,” Quill interrupted, “ The message was clear enough to let us know that they are here, and we’re not leaving without them both.”

“Both?” Grandmaster pondered, tilting his head in your direction,” I can’t think of anybody who would possible be together here, all my friends here are criminals you see”

“What about her?” Drax stated pointing directly in your direction, “We walked in and you were handling her like she was a plaything, on my planet she would be a plaything, she's small and easy to move.”

“Oh (y/n) here is one of my favorites, my little bird you see, I’ve had her only a couple months now but she’s like family, we just rough-house a bit you see”

If his lies were flames from hell, the room would melt from the heat of his lies. You wanted to cry, you wanted to run towards your heroes, but there you stay, knelt in the bowing position, obediently, like a dog.

The Grandmaster started rambling about how wonderful he is, and how he takes these horrible ‘criminals’, and allows them to fight for their freedom and then some. He gathered the main group to his viewing box window to show the rodeo clowns currently cleaning up their mess of rotten fruit, props, and cleaning the blood off of themselves.

Gamora was no fool, she grew up everyday thinking of every possible way someone would try to ruin her life, she knew a shattered soul when she saw one, while the main cast were listening to the lies of the Grandmaster, she pushed Mantis’s hand towards you. 

The woman with the large round black eyes came to you, you didn’t dare look her in the eyes. you felt her hand touch the skin on the back of your neck, causing you to yelp out in fear, contact couldn’t have been longer than a second.

The Grandmaster was a narcissist, caught up in talking about how perfect and how generous he was to the pets he kept, but he was of course interrupted by you, you were really becoming a thorn in his side, but he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of you with his own hands, of course too messy...

Turning his attention to Mantis who jumped back from you, she looked embarrassed to having been caught. Gamora gave her an aggravated glare.

The Grandmaster gave the cast a place to stay for the night, and as the large doors shut behind them the Grandmaster turned his attention back to you, grabbing your face and dragging you off your feet he began to yell into your face.

“What did you tell that girl!?”

“Nothing sir!” you cried

Throwing you to the ground, he began to calm himself, thinking ‘rationally’, he only heard you yelp, unknowing that Mantis can read minds by touch, he flicked his hair back and composed himself.

“Very well...you want to cause me problems little bird?” he smiled, that toothy white grin,” I’m gonna make you tomorrows show starter”

With that he clapped his hands and you were taken to a cell, in complete solitude, there was no way out, no windows, and a door that disappeared with magic. You began to cry into the metal floor, begging for some sort of miracle.

The Guardians were taken to their rooms, which were rather lavish, Quill began to sprawl out into the bed.

“Well thats that” he said, taking in the freshness of the blankets and pillows that were placed upon the bed, “No one to save here”

“Shut it” Gamora shouted, turning her attention to Mantis,” What did you get out of her?”

“Not much..” Mantis ponder, bringing her finger to her lips in a remembering type face, “She is trapped here with her husband, who was currently in the arena when we arrived, but I didn’t get a name nor his face. But there was something weird about her thoughts...”

“I got an image of the arena when we came” Rocket said, clicking his eye piece a hologram of the arena was shining across the center of the room,” We have 5 clowns total in this jumbled mess,  a large praying mantis like our own, yet less human more bug, then this Xandarian guy good looks , good muscle too, then we have the Kronan, rock guy not husband material, a Kree weird that he’s here, and oh!” he stopped

“Oh?” Quill asked, “What does ‘oh’ mean?”

“He actually managed to capture a yautja!’ Rocket exclaimed,

“What’s a Yaujta?” Quill asked, looking around as if this is uncommon knowledge but everyone returned their glances because they already knew. 

“A Yautja is a interstellar hunter, they hunt all across the universe for glory and honor!” Drax crackled, “ Seems the one here is probably nothing but an un-blooded outcast!”

“We’re wasting time,” Gamora shouted, creaking the door open looking around to see any guards were currently patrolling the halls, or any spies were trying to get an earful of their conversation, “Rocket I need you to find out where they keep these clowns, I believe our little appearance here has put (y/n) in danger of the grandmaster, so we have to act fast if we’re going to save them both.”

Rocket grumbled and took a plug out from the back of his eye piece and plugged it into a socket on the table that was being used to power the lamp. Downloading the date from deep within the computers that are hooked up to the same electrical grid.

“Bottom level, he’s got a few cells down there but this one is the biggest, he’s got one or two smaller ones, but they’re on the far side of the compound, probably for trouble makers..” Rocket informed, sliding his fingers across the small tablet he held that displayed the grid.

“It’s probably safe to assume that (y/n) is probably in one of those if he does keep his trouble makers in there” Mantis spoke, her antennae twirling.

“Right” Quill said, trying to take back his role of leader, “Let’s wait till night fall, we’ll climb in from the side entrance in the main arena, get this guy, his girl and be out of here by morning”

They all agreed in unison, taking their respective beds and resting before this mission tonight.

In the male cell deep in the bowels of the compound, he sat there, pushing his finger in the hole, waiting for your small delicate one to curl into his like it has every night since you came to this place. Yet it never came.

A deep hole began to drag through his chest, fearing the worse he groaned, much to the annoyance of some of his cellmates. Who all began to stand up to tell this dark figure in the corner to pipe down and not to be a baby and cry.

None of them expected a seven foot tall beast of muscle to call out a battle cry and began to fight a few into the night,

Within solitary you had cried yourself to sleep, your tears causing your eyes to crust, your small frame in the corner, and your (hair type) clung to your face like glue. Memories of happier times began to replay in your dreams

You sat upon a log outside your makeshift home, a cave with wood for a door, some pots and jugs for storage, racks with tools, and dried meats. Watching your mate tear apart wood with his hands for fire, his body stained with the blood of the beast he had slayed for nourishment for you and him. His mandibles clicking together as he worked on his chores for the day. You couldn’t help but smile at him. You had been together for 3 years now, you met on your home planet, even though your species and his rarely ever mix, the two of you hit it off when you had nursed him back to health when he was found on your home planet, wounded. Typically he wouldn’t go for someone like you, as he could be much older, unknowing of the age difference between you two, he wouldn’t want to stick around in a typical situation, but he found himself being  pulled back to you. Eventually he presented you with a skull of the strongest beast on your planet as a offering for your hand. He was willing to go against what was normal for him to be with you, you accepted.

Yet here you were, probably set to die tomorrow, the cold fear of death loomed over you, but the small burning ember of hope still burned within your chest.

[buttonbuckfarm]

there’s well worn mountain lion paths going to our birds complete with scat and feathers and im just like. fuck man I love my turkeys more than anything and I don’t want to give up on having them but the money it takes to fucking MOUNTAIN LION PROOF shit… we know they climb the coop. idk how long it will take before the learn how to get the door open at this rate. idk if I don’t get this livestock conservancy grant to improve the coop idk what the fuck im gonna do. coyotes, raccoons, opossums, they’re all manageable. but fucking returning mountain lions, probably breeding nearby…. does anyone wanna give me 20k to install 6 foot fucking fences

[raccoonfallsharder]

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ the hunt ⌖˖✶｡⋆ preview part one of evasive maneuvers ✶ book two of kinktober 2024

[anticipated 10/22]

kinktober 2024 | navigation | fanfiction masterlist 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2 parts | word count: pending.

rocket promises you an abundance of rewards in return for your assistance brushing up on some of his old résumé skills. an expansion on day 9 of kinktober 2023. KINKS/WARNINGS: predator/prey dynamics, dirty talk, little bit of breathplay at the end. mentions of: restraints & rope-play, blindfold & gag, gunplay, electricity play.

There’s a soft clicking sound, echoing somewhere — the quick repetitive tap-tap-tap of claws against metal. You gasp, and your nipples tighten — like the damn things have memories of their own and are recalling those same claws prickling over your areolas. You immediately drop into a crouch, and you try to remember the best route across the catwalks, the ones that might still have crates left on them, anything that can shelter you. He’s silent just long enough for you to start edging along the catwalk again, just long enough for you to hope he’d lost sight of you, that maybe he’d never been certain you were here and had just been trying to scare you into revealing yourself. The minute your heartbeat eases, though, there’s a soft rush of movement — just above you, to your right.  Fuck.

You dart toward the next intersecting catwalk and dodge left, trying to stay quiet and small. He certainly knows where you are now — is trying to scare you — and you’re heart’s beating so hard it hurts. He’s also probably trying to herd you — but you’re not even sure where you are now, much less where he wants you to go. When you find a rusted trunk on a landing, you sink behind it, trying to ease the burn in your crouched muscles and lungs. Somewhere, he snickers, and it sounds like it’s coming from all around you: echoing on duranium, reverberating on vibranium. Bouncing mockingly off railings and bulwarks.  “Little birdie—“  You swallow, and look up and to the left. He sounds like he’s clear across the enormous chamber.  “You nervous, sweetheart?” You crush your palm between your teeth, biting back a soft whine. Slowly, slowly, you inch your way toward the wall with the ladders and platforms. If you can get up five stories, there’s an access point to the gun turrets, you think.  Rocket will know them better than you, but it will at least give you some coverage while you run. Access to the gun turrets are networked together through the armory, with dozens of exits between them. If you can get out of his range long enough, you might be able to give him the slip— The longer you last, the nicer I’ll be.  Yeah, if you want to survive tonight without becoming nothing but a crawling, shivering, sobbing mess, you have to get out of here.  “Yeah, you are. I can tell you’re nervous,” he purrs from somewhere, and now you half-turn to check the deep shadows behind your right shoulder. “Can hear it — hear your heart fluttering like little frickin’ birdie-wings.” You chew your lip and shift sideways, edging along the railings.  “Pretty sure you’re all needy, too. All that adrenaline.” His snicker echoes along the catwalks. “Scared, but still all hot for a good dicking down. Bet your silly cunt can’t even tell the difference between the two anymore.”

part one of ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ kinktober 2024 | navigation | fanfiction masterlist

gray support/mdni banners by @/saradika-graphics | silver sparkle divider by @/strangergraphics

[grass-and-citrus]

Found these old graphics I made, still like ‘em so I thought I’d post them here! 

[cuntasaurus-rex]

Adore

Paitolde runs clawed hands over smooth, warm skin, relishing in the feel of it under them.

He loves how soft and small his partner is beneath him, how even though Feodo is strong and tall for his species, he still dwarfs him by far.

Crimson eyes look up at him, adoringly, his fellow Ravager reaching up to stroke his mandibles.

A purr thrums in his chest, Paitolde leaning down to bump his forehead to his lover's affectionately, his and still tracing lazy patterns over his body, enjoying the way Feodo leans into every touch.

He will never tire of this.

[samodivas]

high of that "21 year old girl refering to her husband" post that's been making the rounds

im so glad none of u weirdos have ANY influence in the world. good lord

[eira-kuso]

If anyones interested i made a marvel vs capcom roster wishlist

I feel like my choices are veey good

[lesser-mook]

PREY is not woke. Naru is just trash.

Well shot, good production, CGI on some of the animals is shit. 

Sarii is best character

Taabe is best human character.

Naru’s mum did nothing wrong

Bear-Kun did nothing wrong

The Feral Yautja is a god, great effects on him.  Visual and sound.

Naru is just a pretentious little shit, annoying character.

Will go in-depth another time.

For now, you want a better version of what they attempted to do for Naru, watch:

Alpha 2018

And bonus underrated gems:

Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit

If Balsa took on the Feral Predator, I’d believe 100% she could likely take it on. Her combat speed, & Spear wielding is unrivaled.

And when she’s serious, she’s even faster.

She’s the type of fighter with a “No kill” rule, so imagine her letting loose 100% on something that can easily keep up with her.

Oh my lord.

How can she do it but Naru can’t? Same reason why Dutch & Harrigan’s attempts are legit, actual combat EXPERIENCE. 

Seasoned Fighters.

The Northman

Could Amleth beat the Feral? Same with Balsa, they could “take it on”, but beating an un-nerfed Feral? 

The same one that murked those Frenchman? Same one that mauled a full grown Bear with one punch?

I don’t know, but I know their fights would be legit, unlike Naru.

 The dude Amleth is feral, a duel wielder, fast hands with sword/blunt force weapons, and (Most importantly) can fight while mortally injured & is a legitimate Berserker.

The one’s out of legend. 

Amleth and Feral roaring at each other before charging with Viking drums just pounding in surround sound. Triggering that caveman sector of your brain, watching an epic showdown of Alphas of two worlds just ripping each other apart.

I would pay to see Feral fight either of the two.

[favorskill]

curbing my little charles hyperfixation and brainrot to consider matthias in the symbolism of a hunting dog. and then his transformation into a herding dog

[comicbookclub]

Top 11 Marvel Comics For February 2024

Here are the must buy #Marvel comics for February 2024, from Ultimate Black Panther to Scarlet Witch & Quicksilver, and beyond.

February is a shorter month, but that doesn’t mean Marvel can’t pull out all the stops to make this the best leap year ever!! Or at least, there are still a lot of good comics coming out in February, 2024. In particular, the Ultimate Universe line is growing with Ultimate Black Panther plus the second issue of Ultimate Spider-Man. And if you like non-Ultimate things, there are lots of comics in…

[themis-cattails]

Themis' Fortune - page 135

Read from the beginning here!

[raccoonfallsharder]

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ the bounty ⌖˖✶｡⋆ preview part two of evasive maneuvers ✶ book two of kinktober 2024

[anticipated 10/28]

evasive maneuvers masterlist | kinktober 2024 | navigation | fanfiction masterlist

18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2 parts | word count: pending.

a bird in the hand... KINKS/WARNINGS: dom/sub vibes, restraints & bondage, continued dirty talk, use of a cloth gag, gunplay, electricity play, forced orgasms, overstim, dacryphilia, tech/sex toys, nipple & clit clamps, painplay, subspace, aftercare, biting/marking.  

Rocket crouches in front of you.  “Got the idea for these based off the laser-drill design on that construction-pod we used to blast through Ego,” he says conversationally, holding out the narrow palm still curved like a cup. Six small metal ball-bearings roll across his palms, and he sets down the baton next to Katie. Your eyes flick down to it anxiously.

“Nuh-uh, little birdie. Eyes on me, princess.” He nods down to his palm again. “Watch.” His other hand snakes into a pouch at his hip. There must be some kind of control inside because there’s a soft silvery crackle of light, and each little sphere snaps into its place in a tight chain. Your brow creases, and your gaze darts to his.  “You remember when Pete was runnin’ his mouth about getting you jewelry,” he says conversationally — casually. His teeth flare in the shadows as the string of beads fall apart in his hands. He pours all but two back in his pocket, then holds them up so you can see them, stuck together like magnets. Pinching each with a thumb and forefinger, he pulls them apart — shows you how they snap back together with a metallic click. When he thumbs the dial in his pocket, a shock of steely light snaps between them, bright as a static-electricity spark. “He doesn’t get good ideas very often, but I figured I could work with this one,” he explains with a shit-eating smirk, and leans toward you. Your eyes widen — tits trembling — as his tongue curls out to softly sandpaper against one nipple.  Then he lunges, sucking so hard that a scream tears its way up your throat: neck and back arching even further, almost toppling you back onto your bound arms. He catches you with a fist in the strap of fabric beneath your breasts, holding you as you sway and try to keen around the cloth in your mouth. The pull on your nipple calls an answering clench in your pussy, so taut that everything suddenly aches and cries out for him. When his mouth finally releases you with a pop and he hoists you back upright, you whimper — already dreading what you know is going to happen next. He blows a cool jet of air around your nipple, until it’s so hard that it hurts.  “Look,” he mutters, pinching your chin and redirecting your gaze to your chest, holding you there till he trusts your head not to loll back on your neck again. Then he snaps the two little ball-bearings against your hard nipple and you wail at the sudden smooth bite, the pinch harder than anything he’s ever managed with his fingers alone.

part two of ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ COMING OCTOBER 28 kinktober 2024 | navigation | fanfiction masterlist

gray support/mdni banners by @/saradika-graphics | silver sparkle divider by @/strangergraphics

[crusaderguy]

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