#living things hunt; eat; are eaten

[venusandsaturnsrings]

★彡 on the hunt!

synopsis: the fox was always born to hunt the lamb. to consume it beyond the bone; picked clean. you had thought this was only true in the wild but now? below the fangs above you and dripping with need? perhaps this was true for hybrids as well.

contains: fem/afab reader, chubby reader, foxboy childe, lambgirl reader, fearplay, predator-prey dynamic, slight dubcon?

Morepesok was deceiving. the seaside town always felt small to you despite the vastness it truly held. the sea was long and wide, the forests were deeper than you could ever reach on your own, and the people were lower than those anywhere else. as a child being presented storybooks, you were always spoonfed the food chain. the biggest fish eats the most; you are far from that large. while young you were often frightened at the prospect that perhaps the wolf hybrids native to Snezhnaya would eat you up but your parents always settled those fears between giggles. you'd never be eaten alive like that, silly! while vicious, the wolves and foxes and bears roaming the nation wouldn't eat you up as they were still half human after all. cannibalism was still frowned upon.

you grew up to redden upon any mention of such childish worries you used to hold. for you that particular childhood fear was the most embarrassing. all children were afraid of the dark but you were also afraid of being eaten! how mortifying. nonetheless, such things were of the past.

the winters were the worst in Morepesok. combining such naturally low temperatures with the ocean air had people freezing to death often around the city; especially overnight. your parents had always taught you to never stay out past dusk in the winters lest you become a lamb flavoured popsicle. the thought never appealed to you. staying inside wasn't hard at all, it was desirable, with the wood fireplace located in your small cabin. to be warm was considered a gift from the Tsaritsa in Snezhnaya. it was her kindness that allowed you to live another day, not your own hard work. small prayers were often shared around fires but you never partook. it had always felt insulting to thank another for what you did. regardless, warmth was what you treasured the most, so how did you find yourself out in the cold darkness?

trees stood taller than any building you had ever seen. with branches slender and long like talons on the arms of a beast, you felt unsettled. foraging was always your strong suit and as such you spent much of your time collecting the edible plants and shrubbery that many could not find on their own. it fulfilled your diet and you were able to share and sell what you couldn't use yourself; you could eat and make money this way. despite the extensive maps you made to farm and gather such things you found yourself lost for the first time ever. the landscape was the same everywhere you looked and none of the landmarks you typically used to find your way home were visible. anxiety climbed and clawed at your throat as you ran as quietly as you could. getting somewhere, no matter where it is, thats safe and warm was a must. you would die out here otherwise. panicking would not help you and yet the silent tears kept forming. you can't die here. small and distant yips and barks from the roaming wildlife were all your ears could focus on. to run into actual wolves would be a death sentence; especially rifthounds. there were countless things that could take your life and you didn't want to succumb to any of them. but the forest never got clearer. no paths stuck out no matter how hard or far you looked; you felt hopeless.

perhaps your fluffy ears were your downfall, you thought. the weight that slammed into your side and had you hitting the ground felt as though it knocked the lungs out of your body. you hadn't been listening close enough, apparently, and now the mass on top of you would eat you. what a cruel death for the small child still crying in a sliver of your mind. your eyes squeezed shut and your limbs fell limp.

"oh? little lamb, i know you're alive," a voice teased. "perhaps you'd fool an animal but not me. c'mon now. stand up with me." you peeked up just barely. above you was a fanged boy. one with tall ginger ears and the widest grin you'd ever seen. a fox hybrid, presumably. "there 'ya go! see, i'm no monster. well..." he paused pretending to think, "not one that'll hurt you at least!" such a morbid statement said so gleefully didn't seem like a good sign. he wiggled the fingers on his outstretched hand to urge you to grab it and let him pull you up. so you did. "what a good girl you are... see, you're alright at running so how about we play a game?"

"a game? we'll die out here." your introjection seemed to surprise him if his facial expressions told you anything.

"oh no, i'll make sure we don't," he nodded with a bright smile that wasn't comforting in any capacity. "besides, you don't have much of a choice. so let me explain how this will work." he swiveled your body to face the way he wanted you to before pointing straight. "that way, is my home. once there, you'll be warm and safe just like anyone out here would want," that seemed good, "but in order to get there you'll have to run! from me, that is. sound fun?" you wanted to yell at him about how much that didn't sound fun but before you could his grip tightened on your shoulders. "sounds fun, right?" he reiterated.

"sure. sounds fun." you confirmed through gritted teeth and the tears welling up once more.

"good! i'll give you a headstart of say... forty-five seconds? alright. one. two." after the first seconds passed your brain kicked into gear at the realization that you should be running now, not listening.

the snow crunched under your feet with every long stride. it was now that distance was more important than silence. you couldn't hear even a mouse of wildlife with that fox around. it was like he acted as some sort of repellant; he probably does. the terrain you were pointed to had a slight slope upwards and was riddled with rocks, branches, and brush. you were far from graceful as you desperately pushed yourself through the dense forest to whatever 'home' he has. whatever this game was, you didn't want to be caught. he seemed dangerous and perhaps, in some regards, unfeeling through the brief interaction. he wasn't nearly as kind as he seemed to think he portrayed himself as. the fox was much like this wilderness; unhinged. that frightened you enough to focus more on running and less on internally monologuing.

distantly, you heard, "twenty-nine. thirty. thirty-one." it almost sounded like he was singing the numbers. despite the scarf covering most of your face the thin branches from tall bushes whipped painfully at your face and ears. gritting your teeth you could only keep running. you'd have to soothe the pain and bandage the scratches and scrapes later. the time you had here was very limited.

"forty-five! keep running, little lamb!" the fox cheered in the distance. your heart was beating a million miles and hour knowing he was coming for you now. you knew he was faster and quieter than you based on how he initially 'approached' you. any amount of space between the two of you mattered now.

to make up for what you lacked in speed and silence, you maneuvered through and under spaces that made you hunch and would leave the fox nearly bent in half. he'd have to go around such spots instead of under the way you could. it gave you mild peace of mind to know you had at least something over him. though the thick trees, any sort of light beamed through as if it came from the heavens so the sight of glowing lanterns around a cabin had you nearly crying out of joy. the house was in a small clearing with fire wood piled up along the side and smoke gently dancing from the top of the chimney. with half a mind, you burst into the clearing and almost collapsed with all of your weight onto the front stairs of the home. you panted and heaved with a strength that nearly had you throwing up from the intensity of everything that just happened. the tears you released had frozen onto your face and your whole form trembled viciously. for something that was framed so happily, you were terrified of that fox. as you caught your breathe, your mind wandered back to the words of your parents as a child. these scary hybrids wouldn't eat you. this probably was his form of fun and you misconstrued this situation as something terrible and malicious. you nearly felt guilty for how you perceived the situation and perhaps you would've apologized if a rough hand didn't yank you up from the porch and spin you around till you felt dizzy.

"good job, little one! but," he paused with faux pity decorating his annoyingly pretty features, "you got off track. no wonder you got lost with such poor directional skills! this," he pointed to the cozy house, "isn't my home." the fox pointed slightly to the left and through another bunch of trees where you could just barely see another soft glow. "mines that way, sweetpea. good try, though!" his cheering and praise seemed genuine but the hungry look behind his eyes betrayed the innocent gestures. "come now, i'll take you over to my actual house. you can get warmed up and give me my prize, yeah?" he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of rice without waiting for a response and turned to walk away. you could do nothing but let him hold you and watch what you thought to be his house grow further away. perhaps you were exhausted but it seemed as though the houses owner, a tall... thing made of metal armour, peeked through a curtain to watch you go. you pressed your face into the slightly warmer back of the fox carrying you in effort to return feeling to your nose and lips. he huffed out a chuckle. soon enough, you felt him rising with the sound of his heavy boots hitting wood. a small series of jingles and rattles signified him opening the five locks adorning his door before he brought you in with him. continuing further into the house, after relocking the five locks plus the additional two one-way locks on the inside, he placed you down surprisingly gently onto the bathroom countertop.

"i'd clean you up but," his eyes scanned your deshevilved form up and down, "i think i'm only going to make it worse." where his eyes once grazed his hands now followed. long fingers pushed and pulled at the thick clothing you wore to combat the cold. as he unzipped and unbuttoned everything that covered you he leaned in to lick the shell of your ear and whisper, "i don't believe i said it but my names Ajax, lovely. use it." your mouth felt dry.

gradually you were stripped nearly bare with only your bra and panties protecting your form. the fox, Ajax, leaned back to admire his work. an appreciative hum left his throat. he had always had an affinity for the soft and plush female form. thick thighs, a tummy, soft breasts, and a plush ass... he loved every inch of such a holdable body. something he can seek comfort in, something he finds desirable. there were primal urges that labeled you as 'breedable' and 'a wife' in his mind that he couldn't find himself able to restrain. you were to be filled and wed; by and to him, of course. large and calloused hands explored every inch of your body as his hot and wet mouth trailed a path from soft kisses placed on your twitchy ears to your exposed neck. the act of submission had him throbbing. you were already barring your neck to him? well, he just had to have you now. his hands grabbed your own and tugged them to start undressing his coat and pants. you whimpered yet obediently followed his wordless request. his clothes were quickly shed while he began rubbing his fingers along your already slick cunt. the fingers on his left hand curled just slightly so the backs of his second knuckle could pinch and rub at your clit slowly. he reveled in the small whimpers and whines you let out at the touches. Ajax could only find it within himself to pull his boxers down just enough to release his cock before he started desperately pumping it in his fist with sharp grunts. he brought his face down to your pussy before lathering it with long licks and sucks as his ring finger finally slipped into you. massaging your insides softly and sucking your clit harshly, he certainly could have gotten you off this way if he wanted but it seemed as though he wasn't interested in that. he rose to his full height once again, panting and continuing to fist his cock as he leaned over you. for a fox, he certainly had a wolfish smile.

"gonna let me fuck it into 'ya now? promise it'll fill 'ya s'good... you'll be s'full, little lamb," he panted in desperation, "promise i'll get ya pumped full of my seed, kay? gonna breed 'ya full..." his drunken slurs had you keening for more. somehow you went from terrified and reluctant to a willing vessel for his kits in less than an hour. Ajax purred at your nods and whines to be filled. slowly, he began to inch himself into you.

when his cockhead pressed into your pussy you realized how big he truly was. his cock seemed massive in comparison to your sweet little hole. the sight only had you spreading your legs further in desperation. you needed to be stuffed and bred full. with a soft 'pop' the swollen tip slid into your cunt fully. the sensation had you whining desperately only for the fox to coo softly and console you with soft promises of putting the rest in. Ajax gently pushed until his hips met your own and he was fully sheathed inside of you. you could already feel the knot forming at his base and squishing against the entrance to your cunt. his arms shook and tensed with the constraint he displayed while slowly testing out a couple thrusts before settling into a steady but firm pace. loud slaps echoed around the tiled room as he fucked you. he wasn't going super fast by any means but his cock connected to all the most sensitive parts inside you so hard it had you gasping and mewling at the touches. his right hand shifted to hold your left leg up while the left resumed its place over your clit. Ajax had you crying with how good he truly and earnestly fucked you. your mind couldn't focus on more than the fat cock bullying your gooey cunt so good.

"'jax... s'good please don' stop... g'na cream on it please keep goin," you sobbed softly. he cooed and kissed along your collarbones and soft breasts gently. to stop would only be punishing the both of you. and so, the pace of the hand dancing against your clit sped up while his hips began to stutter just slightly before you felt a distinct warmth flood your insides and a firm pressure following. you yelped slightly at the large and unbefore felt intrusion before the pleasure washed over and your eyes rolled back.

"breedin' ya', pretty. fillin' my lamb up. gonna get you full of m'kits, kay? take it, dolly." drool dripped down your chin as the fox ground his hips where they were locked to yours by his knot. the vibration of his purrs seeped into you as he lapped and kissed at your neck. "such a good girl f'me..." and other absent minded hums left him in the afterglow.

well, he surely didn't eat you this time but perhaps he'd get between your legs properly next time.

[monstersandmaw]

Male ‘yautja inspired’ alien x gender neutral reader - Part Six (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Note the rating change please. 18 + only.

Content: a bit more lore, some angst, some fluff, and some wet and messy alien sex :) Wordcount: 6027

Catch up here: Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw, Part Five (sfw)

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The atmosphere in the camp became charged after that in a way it hadn’t been before, and you felt a little nauseous. That probably had less to do with not having eaten in hours, and more to do with the fact that Croc was staring at you as if he’d just had an epiphany of the very worst kind. Perhaps the significance of Red showing you his face went deeper than you’d first thought. Perhaps Croc had never expected him to do it, but whatever the reason, the usually jovial and lighthearted alien was behaving like someone had just walked over his grave.

Red had disappeared inside the ship again, and you couldn’t help feeling like you’d put a foot wrong in the dark somewhere, stumbling and falling and still waiting to hit the ground. It didn’t help that there was a near-constant churning in your gut anyway about the fact that only the next day you were going to have to leave, and you would probably never see either of them again.

After busying yourself with digging out the last sachet of dehydrated macaroni cheese from your pack for supper, you boiled some water on the healthy little campfire, and ate alone while the two remaining squad-mates finished preparing for the arrival of their rescue party in absolute silence. The bickering had ceased, and they stacked the boxes without making a sound. It was eerie and you truly felt like an intruder for the first time since Red had charged at you out of the trees.

With the final day looming over you on the coming dawn, you still wanted to ask them a few more questions about their home worlds and their species, and their hunt across the universe that had led them to Earth, but you weren’t sure how to broach the topic now.

Luckily, as dark fell and they joined you beside the warmth and light of the fire, they began to talk about it without prompting, and the conversation flowed quietly, if not always smoothly, while they ate their own rations.

When you’d all finished eating, Big Red leaned over and removed his mask again, and he held it out to you. In the firelight, Red’s colouring looked all the more dramatic, and his mandibles clicked at you into a shy little smile which you returned as you took the mask from him and let your fingers play absently around the smooth rim where metal met bone. Croc watched the exchange intently, looking from his friend’s face to yours and back again, and for once, Big Red’s behaviour went completely without commentary.

Over the next few hours, they showed you more clips of their capital city on Prime and of the training barracks where they’d met as younglings. You were also shown clips of their third, fallen team-mate and your heart ached for them, wishing you could have met him too.

Carefully, you asked about the kinds of things they normally ate, and even what their music was like, and they showed you a steady stream of information that began to make your head spin after a while.

You also saw what the environments of their birthplaces and the nearby cities were like, ranging from Croc’s wild, jungle home in the treetops, lush as the deepest remaining areas of the Amazon on Earth, to the vast, multi-level mega-city that formed the capital of Secundus, where most of the population of the planet lived in a sprawling metropolis that covered an entire third of the planet’s surface. Only Big Red’s traditionalist clan chose to exist out in the middle of nowhere in the harsh, gritty sands of the far-reaching deserts.

After that, he showed you the various beasts that lived in the dunes and rocky outcrops: lizards the size of elephants that spewed acid like a fire hose when threatened; winged reptiles like pterodactyls that soared on the desert thermals for miles at a time without flapping a wing; tiny, adorable, fluffy creatures that looked like hamsters but had three eyes and long beaks; a horrific, black, eldtrich-looking creature that actually turned out to be an entire colony of smaller insects all intertwined that made you want to be sick just thinking about it; and a terrifying sand worm the size of a London Underground train with a mouth like a tunnel-boring machine, but which was apparently very docile and only ate the flowers of one particular, cactus-like plant.

You could see why Croc had called Big Red’s kind ‘tough’ though. Simply to exist out there, they had to be virtually un-killable to begin with.

“Why do you think Croc has to wear so much armour normally?” Big Red grinned when you said as much. You took the opportunity to remove the mask again for the time being and hold it in your lap to give yourself a break from the relentless stream of images and information. He didn’t ask for it back. He didn’t look directly at you most of the time either, and you wondered how bad his eyesight really was, but you felt his full attention on you nonetheless.

“I just thought you were an exhibitionist, Red” you quipped back, and Croc finally cracked a wide-mawed smile. In fact, you’d only seen Croc with a single pauldron on in addition to the armoured ‘loincloth’ that they both wore, but you weren’t about to argue.

“Oh, there’s lots of stuff that wants to kill us in the jungle too,” Croc assured you with a wicked glint in his eyes, and Red groaned, apparently knowing where this was leading already. “Remember when you stayed with my clan and ate that —” he cut off into a series of clicks for a fruit that apparently didn’t have a direct translation “— and your neck and face swelled up like a weather balloon for a week?”

You didn’t mean to laugh, but it snuck out anyway, and Big Red just shook his head. “Never going to let me forget that, are you?” he muttered. “That was the last time I ever ate something that you gave me without knowing what it was first.”

Croc nearly fell off his crate from laughing as he tried to describe Red’s swollen face to you with his little mandibles poking out of it, so Red kindly helped him along by simply reaching over and shoving him in the centre of his chest.

Croc landed flat on his back in the dirt with his legs in the air, still laughing like a drain, and you felt the odd tension of the day finally pop and shatter. Still miming a head like a beach ball at you and chortling, Croc picked himself up again and resumed his seat.

Red sighed though and turned more serious again as he looked around at the silhouettes of the pine trees against the clear night sky. “Are your people sending soldiers here for us?” he asked. “Do they know we crashed?” Despite the sudden moment of jollity, he was obviously still in the mindset of ‘ship’s captain’; responsible for Croc’s safety and the integrity of his tattered mission, and he must have felt vulnerable, grounded on a strange planet with no real defences.

You shook your head. “Not yet. At least, not that they told me,” you amended, just in case. They were unlikely to send anyone — given the reams of forms you’d signed agreeing to go out alone, unsupported, with no guarantee of rescue and with every chance you might never return. Quite what the fuck you’d been thinking at the time was still a marvel to you, but it was a gamble that had paid off against all odds. They must have been rubbing their hands together with glee when an untrained linguist had signed away a comfortable life in the archives to go bushwhacking for them in search of aliens, but you weren’t ashamed to admit that the financial rewards had definitely been the deciding factor at the time.

Although Big Red relaxed a fraction, you still suspected that the two of them would continue to keep watch in shifts that night.

“They sent me first because I’m not exactly a threat to you, and they wanted to learn about you. So far, your kind has only shot when shot at first, so…” They both picked up the subtext that sending in someone non-threatening had been the plan all along, and they nodded. “You’ve managed to learn so much about us when we still know next to nothing about you. They’ll probably send a team here once I get back to investigate and salvage, but —”

“—there will be nothing to find but a crater,” Croc grinned. “Our commander will obliterate what we cannot take with us.”

Your eyes went wide at that, but it did make sense. “Fair enough. Are they still on course to get here tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Big Red said. “They will arrive around sunset.”

You intended to be well on your way by then, but the thought of leaving these two physically hurt, like something inside you was shearing off. “How many are coming for you?”

“Another team like us,” Red said. “Three. They were on their way to make a study of your southern hemisphere to look for locations that the enemy may be hiding in, but they have been diverted to collect us first.”

Croc said something to Big Red in their language, and you got the feeling they were a bit dejected.

You looked from one to the other of them for a moment. “Are you guys… in trouble?”

Red snorted. “Yes. We shamed ourselves by allowing inferior human weaponry to bring us down. Our commander… she is most displeased.”

She.

You remembered what he’d said about females, and your next question just bubbled out of you. “Red, show me what the females of your species look like?”

Croc crowed out a laugh and elbowed Red in the ribs. He then took Red’s mask from your hands and planted it straight onto your face like it was a custard pie before you could do so much as blink.

“Assho—” you began without sting, but never got to finish the insult.

A second later, the helmet sent a new signal directly to your brain, and it created the illusion of standing at the intersection of an alien building complex, or perhaps a ship, with dark walls, dim white lighting, and a shiny black floor. It took you a couple of seconds to register that you were actually also staring up at a creature that was perhaps nine or ten feet tall.

She looked more like Croc than Red, with the same greenish-brown and cream colouring and spines across her face and around her eyes, but she was… massive. She wore a solid chest plate which seemed to be composed of the same dark metal as the inside of Red’s mask, and the same kind of armoured loincloth that Big Red and Croc both wore, with additional, articulated tassets over her hips and muscular thighs. She had a high, flaring crest that was a bit like a triceratops’ where Croc’s was much smaller, and she also bore an array of wave-like spikes that rippled back over her entire skull almost like flames where Croc’s head was largely smooth save for the dark, needle-like spines. Her shiny, greenish-black ‘dreads’ were each as thick as your forearm and fell to the middle of her back.

Her skin was a mottled cream and olive green, and her mouth stretched wide with scorn as she regarded the camera that had recorded the footage, presumably worn by Big Red at the time. Around her pale throat was wrapped a kind of decorated metal gorget — something between a cuff necklace and a piece of armour — and she had wide, metal bands around her ‘dreads’ in the same, ribbed style as the neck-piece.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, and then Croc himself came into the background of the shot. It was strange to see him with two arms, and he had none of the easy, jocund swagger to which you had grown accustomed over the last couple of days. He was deferential to the female without being obsequious, and he exposed his throat to her before turning to go, presumably at whatever order she had just clicked in his direction. Her voice was deeper than either of theirs, and from what you could see of her arm and thigh muscles around her armour, she was probably strong enough and powerful enough to crush Red’s skull with one hand.

Croc left the shot, but Big Red didn’t seem in a hurry to change what he was showing you, so you sat there and let it play out.

Another male with a mottled brown and cream pattern approached her and her whole demeanour changed.

She went from almost aggressively tense to something soft and doting, and she crooned quietly as the unknown male came to a halt in front of her and bowed his head. She lowered hers to touch the crowns of their sloping skulls together. She then stroked the palm of her massive, clawed hand affectionately down his thick mane of ‘dreads’ and he shivered openly and purred. He raised his face a little and they kissed their mandibles together. You’d witnessed Croc and Red do that briefly, but this had a lingering intimacy that their exchange had not.

“That,” came Red’s voice from somewhere beyond the vision, “Is a mated pair.”

“Oh,” you breathed.

When he’d talked about a bond, you hadn’t thought too much more about it, but it was obvious that there was something tangibly different between these two.

Before you could watch any more, you began to feel a little strange from the way the mask was interacting directly with your brain, and Croc chittered something to his friend. Red crooned, and then removed the mask gently from your face to set it back over his own. “Enough for tonight,” he said quietly.

A moment later, you yawned, and Croc did the same.

Amused by the fact that the vast physical differences between your two species did not apparently extend to yawns being contagious, you both grinned, and you made to stand up. Exhaustion from the strain of a four day hike and the stress of finding their ship crashed and Croc injured, and subsequently learning more about them in two days than any human had discovered in five years, as well as using the mask for so long, all washed over you and you swayed on your feet, the world blurring.

Big Red, still seated beside the fire, caught you reflexively with a firm hand to your lower back and you looked down at him, smiling. He did not remove his hand for a long moment.

“Thanks.”

Croc clicked something at him, and he nodded in acknowledgement before turning to look up at you again. “You may sleep in my quarters again if it is more comfortable than your tent,” he said. “I’ll take first watch, but I will join you later, if I may.”

You blinked. “You’re offering me your room again and then asking if it’s ok to share it? It’s your room, Red.”

“But you may use it, and I do not have to be there.”

“No, I’d… I’d like it if you joined me when your shift on watch is done.”

Croc sighed. “Goodnight,” he said, and then added something a little sterner to Big Red, who exhaled and nodded, but otherwise didn’t reply.

With a frown at the odd, terse interaction, you went to fetch your stuff from your tent.

When you returned, Big Red rose from his little crate and said, “I will help you into the room. If you need to get out, you should be able to pull on the doors, but you might want to leave a box between them to keep them open, just in case.”

You agreed heartily, not wanting to get trapped alone in a small metal box with no way out until one of them came for you.

You stared appreciatively at his body as he hauled the metal door up and let you step through. Once you were inside, he shunted a nearby metal crate into the open maw with his foot to keep the doors from falling shut again. “It is… not too cold for you like this?” he asked.

“I’ll be fine. I can use my sleeping bag like an extra blanket. Thank you, Red. I’ll see you later.”

“I will try not to wake you,” he said, and stalked off into the night without another word.

Hours later, you woke as the blanket and sleeping bag atop you were both lifted up and Red slid in beside you. This time you felt no fear or fleeting panic on waking.

Big Red set his mask down on the floor beside the mattress with a soft clunk and pulled up the covers again. With a deep, satisfied rumble, he slotted into place around your back like you’d been made to fit together, and he pulled you close against his chest in a single tug of his left hand.

His mandibles brushed the crown of your head as he spoke quietly to you in the pitch dark. “Go back to sleep,” he murmured and adjusted the sleeping bag up around your neck to keep the warmth in.

“Why do you need to keep watch?” you asked sleepily. “What are you afraid of? Surely not humans…”

“Humans and animals may present a nuisance,” he said, “But it is the enemy we watch for.”

A frisson of fear shot through you like a bolt of electricity and you jerked your head up. It was only his quick reactions that kept him from getting headbutted in his delicate mandibles. “You mean… They’re out here?”

“They… have a habit of finding us. They enjoy the hunt.” He crooned and purred softly, and the sound of it calmed your heartbeat just a fraction. “But Croc is on watch now,£ he said with another nuzzle against your head, “And we have seen no sign of them since we got here. We will keep you safe. Go back to sleep.”

“Right,” you exhaled weakly, and tried to settle while your imagination insisted on conjuring images of that black carapace slinking between tall pine trees somewhere in the valley below or along the ridge line above the crash site, and you heard again the rabid snarl that had accompanied the footage.

Sleep was reluctant to take you that night, and you lay there a long time with Red’s steady, slightly wheezy breath fanning across your ear and the weight of his arm around your waist.

“You are troubled,” he said after the silence had stretched.

You sighed. “I… I don’t want to go tomorrow, I guess,” you mumbled, and tilted your head down a little to let your lips brush against the hard, smooth skin of his bicep beneath your cheek. He returned the gesture with a delicate touch of his mandibles against your hair. He seemed to like raking the tusks at the end of them across your scalp, though you couldn't imagine that a mouthful of hair was any fun.

His fingers splayed wide across your stomach and he rumbled a long, low-frequency moan behind you.

“Red?”

“Yes?”

“What is it?”

“I… I have grown… attached to you,” he admitted with obvious reluctance.

You smiled and something inside you ached again. “Is that what Croc was warning you about earlier?”

Big Red nodded. “Yes. He is right, but I do not… I do not wish to part with you tomorrow.”

You turned within the confines of his embrace to face him and skimmed your hand up his chest, over his textured throat, and up to his mandibles which were now flexed wide. A little line of drool caught your fingertip and you used it to skate delicately over the thin membrane between his mandibles. He let out another low-frequency rumble that you felt in your chest, and his torso heaved. He rolled completely onto his back and let you explore his face in the dark.

“Are these sensitive?” you asked as you traced your fingertip along his top right mandible, along to the wickedly sharp little tusk at the tip, testing the point with the pad of your finger until it almost broke the skin, and then down the stretching membrane to the lower one that twitched and quivered beneath your touch.

“Yes,” he gasped.

“Very?”

“Very.”

“Mmm, interesting.”

Then, still lying on your left side, facing him, you ran the fingertips of your right hand carefully up between his eyes, over all those fascinating ripples and ridges, around his deep eye sockets, and then over his elongated skull to the ridge that protected the roots of his ‘dreads’. Gingerly, knowing they were sensitive as well, you gathered a small handful of them together in your fingers and then, recalling how the mated pair had interacted, slid your hand down the entire length of the ‘braids’ from root to tip.

Red reacted beautifully.

He arched his back right off the mattress, hissed, let out a long series of rapid-fire clicks that dissolved into a gutteral growl, and then collapsed back down, panting. He gasped your name and fumbled for you with his right hand. His claws caught your thigh and you hummed as he gripped you desperately hard, as if he needed somewhere to anchor himself.

“Show me how to make you feel good, Red,” you breathed. “Show me.”

He paused, and then reached out to his other side with his left hand. A second later, the dim, blueish light of the lantern flared to life and cast his incredible body into stark relief. He shoved back the covers and kicked them off. In the small, warm, sheltered space of his quarters, you didn’t need them. He unclipped the armoured loincloth and lifted his hips enough to discard it, revealing that his body below was ridged like sections of cooling lava all the way down between his legs, with a slight mound which you took to be a sheath of some kind.

“Here,” he said, and took your hand as you sat upright on your left hip to get a better look at him, propping your weight on your left hand. He guided your touch down between his legs and you let your middle finger run around the vertical seam in his body that was growing more noticeable with each heaving breath he took.

You glanced up at his face and saw that his mandibles were opening and closing slowly, drool just beginning to stretch between the tusks as he got more worked up, and his eyes had rolled shut. You knew he could still see you though through his heat-sensing abilities. While still looking at his face, you dragged your right, middle fingertip along the line of the seam and discovered that it was puffy now, and a little slick. “Like that?” you whispered and he gasped and nodded. “You’re beautiful, Red.”

At that, he bucked again, and your finger slid a little way inside the slit. Red gave a muted bellow and you paused. Beneath your finger you felt the silky, hot walls of his inner sheath clench and contract, and then, swelling as he grew more aroused, you discovered his cock. Ridged, hard, and slick, it began to slide from the protection of the sheath, and the more you teased it, the harder and more desperate he got.

In minutes, he was shaking bodily.

His breath wheezed and rasped, the delicate membrane between his mandibles fluttering when he flexed them. His thighs trembled and his claws raked furrows into the mattress that would never be repaired. He bucked and writhed beneath your touch and then, when you pushed deeper into his sheath and ran forefinger and thumb at the same time around the very base of his cock in a teasing, mirrored motion til you gripped him there at the hot, silky root, he let out a rabid litany of growls and snarls and clicking purrs that went straight to your core.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said again and he keened, head thrown back, thin ‘dreads’ spread out in a wide fan around his head. “And so wet…”

With your left hand, you reached for his ‘dreads’ without withdrawing your right from his sheath, and ran your left hand down the closest section of ‘braids’. Again, Red roared and jerked. With the motion, his cock slipped free of his sheath and bounced against his hard abs, leaking everywhere.

Closing your hand around it again, you gripped him and worked his ridged shaft and he whimpered, curling his torso inwards a little as you swirled your thumb underneath the topmost ridge. A spurt of liquid dribbled from his tip, rolling down over your knuckles, and dripped onto his stomach. “You’re so messy, Red,” you breathed, and then another thought occurred to you. Probably a little late, you asked, “Is this… safe? I mean… given what your blood does to humans…”

He nodded. “It’s only… Only our blood that—” he cut off into another growl and series of clicks.

You tightened your grip and he moaned again, one leg kicking out idly. “Watch those claws,” you warned.

“I’m sorry. This is… It’s so… It’s so much,” he cried.

Looking down at the delicate, pinkish flesh of his swollen, slick sheath, you realised that with the kind of talons and claws his kind had, there was little chance anyone had ever done this to him before, and the sheer intimacy of the gesture struck you to the core.

When you used both hands, one to work his shaft and the other to stimulate the soft walls of his sheath, he almost sat upright. His eyes opened wide in the semi-dark and his mouth flared, and you thought he was going to come, but he didn’t. He rocked back and forth a few times, his cock leaking clear fluid everywhere, and then he slumped back down, panting. It was like you were milking him, and he seemed to love it.

Each time you ran your finger around the base of his cock, he let out a beautiful, musical clicking sound. “I wish I knew what you were saying,” you said after a while. “I wish I could understand you.”

Either he didn’t hear or didn’t want you to know, because he didn’t translate. Perhaps he couldn’t.

You’d never seen yourself as particularly talented in bed. You’d had partners before, and none of them had openly complained to your face or anything, but the way Red was responding to you in waves of incoherent ecstasy was more arousing for you than sex with a human had ever been.

“I want you, Red,” you breathed as your brain finally caught up to what your body was feeling, and your own arousal hit you in a colossal wave.

“Close,” Red said, and you eased off on the pressure on his shaft. The mess he was making had covered his lower abdomen until it glistened, and still more leaked from his sheath. He could slide right inside you, you realised, and the thought sent another white bolt of desire right through you.

You let go of him long enough to undress, with Red helping you out of your top and immediately bringing his mandibles to your bare shoulder. He moaned luxuriantly when he scraped the tips of his tusks across your skin, and you gasped when his forked tongue licked out to taste you. He manoeuvred himself behind you while you knelt, and you felt his cock slide between your legs, slick and hard and beautifully ridged.

“Ohhhh, Red,” you groaned, pitching forwards onto your hands and knees. “Oh god that’s good. Yes… Please…”

“Inside?” he asked and you nodded, reaching back to take hold of his cock and guide him. “Carefully.”

His slick, blunt tip nudged against your entrance and you tensed a little, but he shuddered and gripped you with his clawed hands, holding you still while you adjusted to just that much of him. His tip spurted a little inside you and you pushed back against him. God it felt good.

“Please Red, please…”

He slid a little further in, chittering and crooning and clicking in your ear all the while, an when he pressed you gently down to lie on your stomach, you spread your legs to give him complete access to you.

With the new angle, he adjusted your hips a little with his hands, and then sank slowly, decadently, into you, right the way to the hilt.

As one, you both let out a long groan and just stayed there, breathing steadily while you adjusted to the stretch of his gorgeous cock and he to the heat of your body. He bowed his head forwards over you and kissed a short way down your back, circling his forked tongue over your spine and raking his four, tusked mandibles across your skin until you were shivering and begging him to move.

He picked up your hips in his hands and withdrew almost to the tip before rolling deep into you in a steady, careful movement. His ridges felt delicious against your entrance with every slide in and out, and his tip caught you in just the right place at the apex of each thrust. With every stroke he increased the pace just a little, and as he loomed over you, you felt little spots of drool hit your skin and imagined his mandibles flaring wide with pleasure.

This was it. You’d never be able to have sex with a human again. It felt far too good.

When he found a rhythm that had you both grunting and gasping, he changed the angle a little and you lit up all over with a shout and a curse. “There!” you cried, scrabbling for something to hold onto with your hands as pleasure ripped through you. “Oh fuck, Red, there… like that… just like that… oh god… I’m going to come.”

Red’s rhythm stuttered a little at that, but he picked up the pace again and pounded relentlessly into you. He was quite literally holding your hips up off the mattress like you weighed nothing at all.

“Want to feel you come too, Red,” you choked. “Please…?”

“Close,” he grunted, adding a little extra force to each thrust and making stars burst across your vision in the dark. “I’m going to…” he hissed, barely able to speak around the purring and the clicking coming from his throat. “Now,” he said, and his hips drove into you one final time, right to the hilt so that his pelvis was pressed flush against you while his cock pulsed deep inside you.

With a bellow that made your ears ring, he emptied himself into you.

The convulsions that swept through him knocked you over the edge and you came too beneath him, untouched and twitching and gasping as he continued to fill you. His claws dug into your hips and he held you mercilessly in place while he came and came.

With his cock still twitching inside you and his hips still rocking against yours, he leaned forwards and closed his jaws around the back of your neck. He didn’t break the skin, but you felt his teeth dig into you as well while he held you steady beneath him and rode out the final waves of his colossal orgasm.

You’d never been so full, or felt so needed.

Eventually, Red stilled and slumped atop you, careful not to crush you. His cock was still buried inside you and you both lay there, breathing hard in the dark for a long time. Occasionally his mandibles caressed you, but mostly he just lay there, spent and holding you. When you gave a soft mewl of discomfort, he did move, withdrawing slowly and pausing when you winced a little.

The rush of come that spilled out of you when he finally withdrew all the way was the most obscene thing you’d ever experienced. To your surprise, Red trailed his fingers through it, playing with it as he pushed the flat of his thumb against your entrance, apparently fascinated by the sight of his come on your skin.

“Gonna need to clean up,” you mumbled, rolling over and gasping at the slick slide of your thighs over one another. “God, Red, you came so hard.”

You were far too leaden-legged to stagger across the room to your backpack and get out the wipes from the top section, but Red obliged and tenderly cleaned you. The process of touching you everywhere and taking care of you seemed to get him worked up all over again because when you opened your exhausted eyes while you lay on your back and he knelt between your legs, you found that his cock was hard and leaking again, though he seemed content enough to ignore it in favour of your comfort. When you expressed quiet surprise at his stamina, he twitched his mandibles into his shy smile.

“You make me like that,” he said. “I will not… I mean… if you are tired…” he added awkwardly.

“Come on me?” you whispered, and he rumbled a pleased groan.

Still kneeling like a supplicant, he took his cock in his hand and worked himself slowly to start with. The slick sounds of his pleasure filled the small room and despite your tiredness, you found yourself turned on again by the sight of him. “I can smell you,” he hissed, opening his mandibles wide. “I can taste you…”

“Come on me, Red.”

At that, he looked down at you with reverence, gasped, grunted, pitched forwards onto one hand, and then started to come all over his fingers in thick, pale spurts. He directed his release over your stomach, but a moment later his knees went out from under him with a small gasp of surprise from the force of it, and he ground his cock against you instead, all the while still coming.

Red’s second orgasm lasted just as long as the first, and seemed just as intense, but eventually he went still and he buried his face near your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin while you let your fingertips draw idle patterns over the cracks and textures of his leathery shoulders. Occasionally you stroked down the length of one of his ‘dreads’ and he would whimper and rock his hips, grinding his slick, softening cock into the hollow of your hip. The mess between you was nowhere near as much this time though, but he still used up a fair few wipes to clean you off again.

The mattress was ruined. It was partly from his destructive claws but mostly because of the mess that had spilled out of you, so when you expressed distaste at the idea of sleeping on it, he spread your sleeping bag onto the floor and lifted you onto it, one arm under your knees and the other around your shoulders.

He dragged the blanket down and pulled it over himself with uncharacteristically clumsy movements, and then pulled you — sleeping bag and all — right up against his chest and began to purr like a big cat.

“You ok?” you asked, not knowing the protocol for his kind after apparently mind-blowing sex.

He nodded.

“You need anything?”

He shook his head and held you even tighter.

“You should rest,” he said thickly. His breathing evened out only a few minutes later, and it wasn’t long before you joined him in the deepest sleep you’d ever experienced.

When you woke in the morning, the lantern was still glowing dimly and Red was somehow wrapped even more determinedly around you, and you wondered how long you could get away with lying there before either Croc disturbed you or the rescue team arrived.

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[justyanderes]

idk why but my fav sort of soulmate au's are where you get an animal companion / familiar that represents your soulmates personality so naturally a [reader x uvogin] au with this concept has my heart lmao

Imagine ever since you can remember it seems like you've dealt with this horrible beast your whole life.

It's appearance left anyone who looked at it a bit unnerved. The best way you could describe the thing was if someone decided to stitch together a porcupine with a badger, bear and several other creatures.

Never once have you bothered to give it a true name opting to refer to it as beast or brute when it displeased you. And if it happened to be on your good side you would refer to the awful thing as Wolf despite it being nothing like an actual wolf.

You decide to live deep in the woods at some point. The move was definitely due to the fact your familiar hunted cattle,men and more often than not other familiars like sport. If not for the fact that when the human counterpart the familiar becomes a feral beast you'd likely be executed thrice by now.

So staying far away leads to less threats of imprisonment due to your terrible companion.

Who at least gave you a bit of advantage to your survival. Mainly because they make sure you don't starve or are eaten by a wondering bear. Little things of course that do not make up for the larger picture but you are willing to work with your familiar. Especially if it continues to bring you home elk that far surpass its own size and will keep you fed well into the winter months.

As much as you plan on praising your wolf some more it appears like your beast cannot help itself in causing trouble. the day after it brings you the elk it arrives home with another less than desirable surprise.

In it's powerful and crushing jaws is no doubt another magical familiar. No doubt some poor soul was searching for their companion.

The tiny creature in its mouth is like nothing you have ever seen. With wide eyes and very soft fur the tiny familiar is a blessing to care for compared to your own. A fact that the brute dislikes very much and tries to eat them again.

"spit it out right now before I never speak to you again!".

After you stop the poor thing from nearly clawing out the eye of your own familiar it sulks to the nearest corner.

You try to comfort the tiny familar. It's very skittish - but you eventually get the poor thing to calm down after bringing out some of your favorite sugary sweets.

Then there's a sudden and loud noise you take as a knock at the door before you watch as your door is kicked in.

You nearly grab your knife before the man explains himself.

"I think you have my pet". He tells you before walking into your home like he owns it. Going as far to sit in your place by the fire enjoying some of your ale.

How charming, you think.

When Wolf does nothing to attack the man you take it as a sign either there is no danger. Odd given his usual preference of 'kill now' never think of the consequences later.

You've never had visitors before, you are a bit flustered by the thought of someone seeing your house in such a disarray. Elk meat scattered about to be dried into jerky. Which is something you shouldn't be concerned over considering everything else that has happened so far with your so called guest.

"does your familiar have a name?".

You ask eventually. Not expecting the giant of a man to look so pleased.

"Their Majesty is what I usually call them. But when they aren't being a total brat Honey is what they usually respond to".

It makes you a bit peeved that he refers to it in such an almost meaningless way. But you suddenly come to the conclusion for you it's the same way and when you mention it,

Uvogin gives you a terrifying look. While horrifying you realize it's still a smirk none the less.

What a match it seems the two of you are...

[dr0p-dead-gorgeous]

if you're still taking requests, plz a scenario, with Hannibal, with a Fem S/O who is Aspect of Gluttony, usually eating things that are inedible, raw meat or even eating more than their own size, imagine them meeting for the first time in his office for an appointment and she is wearing a muzzle to stop her from eating things, bonus her personality is calm, soft spoken and gentle, the duality of when she is hungry.

Thank you for your attention and time, drink water!

Thanks anon for the great scenario! S/O reminds me a lot of six from little nightmares. I drew inspo from that, I hope you like it, tell me if you do and don't be shy to give me critique! I wrote this as a one shot let me know if you want anything different

Hannibal x Fem!Reader

Jack had called will in on a case. The cold autumn air bit his skin as he was lead through the frigid forest to the crime scene Hannibal following close behind "Victim was found by a hiker, who thought it was a wild animal attack until they saw.. Well the bite marks". Lying on their back laid the victim their face was mauled beyond recognition their shirt was torn exposing their half eaten chest. Their arms were eaten down to the bone stomach ripped open messy unorganized rips and tears littered their body. Hannibal frowned he knew exactly who did this your bite marks were all over the victim your saliva messily strewn about they would surely trace it back to you.He likes encourageing you behavior but it seems like you might not come back from this. Will stood in his usual trance and reconstructed it in his head. He was suddenly running through the forest, it was sunset and his mind was in a manic haze " It's happening again, i grip my stomach falling against a tree." He looked up to the sound of rustling leaves and jogger approached "Hey ma'am are you ok? "they questioned stopping at their side. He looked up Continuing to Narrorate" I so sorry, I don't want to hurt you, but the hunger.. " he stands up straight " I warn the victim, telling them to go away but they do not listen, I can't hold back any longer". "I lunge at the victim biting their neck and ripping out a chunk, they fall back shocked choking on blood I proceed to maul them trying desperately to quench my hunger." " it feels like I think for hours trying and failing to stop,not stopping until I could no longer fit any more in my stomach." He rises " when I finally come back to my senses, I'm horrified of what I've done. I run away. " Will finally snaps out of it. " The victim was eaten alive". So it was some type of sick cannibal, hunting for sport? "." no, this was too desperate, too rushed, they couldn't stop themself, they tried going into the woods so they couldn't hurt anybody, unluckily for them, they ran into this person.

Hannibal remembers the first time you met like it was yesterday, you came to his office for an appointment , as a child you were usually quite well behaved, but as you grew you developed a violent hunger,you ate very large amounts but it was never enough,when hungry you would eat anything you could fit into your mouth. often lashing out at anyone who tried to stop you. Soon enough you began eating everything you could get your hands on frenzied hungers grew worst, your parents were concerned, but finally drew the line when they found you eating the corpse of your beloved childhood hamster. They sent you to multiple facilities, and did many tests to try to figure out was wrong but no one seemed to quite know the reason.You lived most of your adolescence in and out of therapy. You were able to handle it better eventually you were at a place where you were able to suppress the urges,able to move out, get a job and live a relatively normal life. You saw a psychiatrist regularly going to therapy, but you're violent hunger returned, your psychiatrist couldn't handle it anymore and referred you to Hannibal. That's how you ended up sitting in this office.

Hannibal opened the door to you "Ms. L/N I suppose? " he asked glancing down at your muzzle,paying it no mind. You nodded "Come in". You walked as he lead you to his desk " please, sit", he motioned to the chairs next to it" It's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Lecter"."The pleasures all mine, now what brings you here? " " Well other than the referral I come here for my..hunger problems. "I see I infer that's why your wearing a..muzzle of sorts? " "Yes, you see when I get hungry I can't seem to stop myself, I have this intense urge to eat things I shouldn't and I always end up giving in" he tilted his head " what are these things that you 'shouldn't eat " " well, any food I can get my hands on really, trash, small animals bugs, small dogs, Recently what got me here, human flesh.. " this caught his attention "You have eaten.. People? " he said calmly very good at hiding his excitement "Well yes and no.. I had taken a bite out of someone's arm in an episode and I must admit it was quite.. Odd. I've never tasted such a thing" he sat for a second "have you thought a lot of eating another person" "it has crossed my mind" "Do you want to? "

After that first appointment he was instantly taken by you, intrigued. You had an inherently calm and gentle nature, outside of your ravenous spouts you loved animals and were quite polite. But when you're hungry, there's something so different, so passionate, so deliciously violent that drew him in to your sweet perfume. The more he saw you, the more he wanted to see what you are capable of, to push your limits. He wouldn't admit it but he was obsessed with you, he began to act as a friend outside of the office, this turned to him taking you to the opera and even to your protests he took you home to make you dinner.

You sat in his dining room , figeting, nervous.What if you lost your cool? How embarrassing would it be. You didn't have much time until a heavenly smell hit your nose so familiar, yet you couldn't put your finger on it. Your stomach grumbled and you were glad that you still had your muzzle on. You could feel your hunger rising you needed to eat soon or you would break. Luckily for you he soon came out with a beautifully cooked steak, it looked a bit odd and smelled so familiar, but you were so overcome with hunger. You didn't care quickly, taking off your muzzle " I must warn you, doctor Lecter I'm quite a messy eater. " " I assure you with your condition that's perfectly fine and please, call me Hannibal." You gave him a smile before diving in you were done in a flash, but it was weird you were oddly sated usually you be far more hungry but something about that meat...it was all too familiar you looked at him,still eating his food"That was lovely what was that might I ask"."Steak"This was the start to an odd relationship to say the least.He began to fuel your need for human flesh without you knowing but it was only a matter of time until he led you where you were now. Desperate in the woods,shaken and trying to catch your breath running as blood surrounded your mouth. Terrified, but by God you were finally full

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[noodle-slurp]

CONTENT WARNINGS: Nongraphic mentions of fatal, anxiety of digestion, fearplay (?), Soft vore. I am not good with content tags, lemme know if I missed any Anyway have this snippet of a day dream I have been having lately. Will I write the rest? will I add the before half? who knows!I just needed this particular part out of my system - stat. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --Steam begins to rise from the pot, savory and warm. It had been a few weeks since they had eaten anything decent, and they were looking forward to the stew finishing. They wished it’d get done sooner. Their stomach tightened and groaned, pleading with them to just ram the raw ingredients into their mouth like a feral animal - it was a challenge to summon up the will to ignore it. Distraction comes in the form of a sense of being watched. They squint past the flames into the darkness, heart racing in their ears. They tell themselves it’s nothing - that they imagined it, that they’re just being paranoid, but they know there’s things out there in the shadows, monsters hiding just beyound where the light reaches. Ok, maybe Monster(s) as in multiple, was a stretch, but they knew of at least one that prowled these woods, and each night they spent here, was a night they wondered if he’d find them. They weren’t sure how they felt on that prospect - sure, his main diet consisted of humans, but their initial meeting had gone... as well as it could have gone, really. They’d lived, at least. Despite his words upon their last departure, they wondered, if maybe, just maybe, things could go well a second time....It’s not like they had anything else to hope for. They didn’t know where else to go anymore... That itch of being watched becomes the sense of being hunted. Their skin crawls and they fight to steady their breathing as Flight kicks in. They bounce their leg, but don’t move. “Can I finish my soup at least?” they ask, not entirely sure anyone was there at all. There is a rustling - followed by slow, heavy steps that stop beside them. They look up, green eyes catching on the mans legs. They tilt their head until their eyes meet with the giants, fierce and gleaming in the firelight. He frowns down at them, seeming irritated.  “Do you remember what I told you would happen if you came back here?” he asks gruffly. They look away, feeling guilty and disappointed. They knew where this was heading. “That you’d eat me.” “That I’d eat you.” he echoes, eyes narrowing hungrily. He seems equally disappointed. Their insides twist making them feel sick. They stare at the steaming pot of stew, gnawing on those words. They had hoped this would go differently, they didn’t know why they thought that, they just hoped, maybe if they believed it hard enough, it would be so. “Do you have to?” they ask, not hopeful. There’s a scoff from above, he probably rolled his eyes. “Did you have to set camp in these woods? If you didn’t want me to eat you, you shouldn’t have come.” He had a point. They had options, but these woods were familiar to them, home long before he made it his territory. Part of them simply hadn’t wanted to leave. I mean, it was here they found him, a giant, the first sign of there being more in life than they’d known their entire life. A sign that there was magic hidden away - waiting to be found again. They look up as a clawed hand reaches for them. “Wait.” They ask, heart leaping into their throat as they stand and back up a few feet. They know better than to run from a predator - but the urge is hard to fight. “Can I ask for a favor?” “You can ask.” he drawls, fingers brushing past them as they stumble backwards more. “Can’t promise I’ll grant it.” “Can I-” they swallow the panic rising in their throat as he reaches for them again. “Can I at least finish my soup?” “Why bother?” he replies coldly, swiping them into his grasp. Dizziness washes over them as they’re lifted from the ground, feeling weightless and nauseous.  “I don’t want to die hungry.” they plead, looking up into those gleaming eyes. They reminded them of a cats, bright and menacing . “And I don’t want to wait.” he responds bluntly. “Cmon.” they plead with a nervous smile. “I’d be more filling....Like a ...a stuffed chicken. Probably taste better, too...” They look away, unable to hold his gaze as they speak. They sense bile creeping up their throat. They aren’t sure they could eat even if they tried at this point. he makes a humming noise, as if thinking, though, they know he already has an answer. “Can you...at least make it quick?” they ask before he can reply, giving up their initial request. “I’ll think about it.” he huffs before dragging his tongue across their face. They brace their feet against the giants collar bone, trying to push away from his mouth.  “please.” they whine, much to their own shame. He merely huffs hot, amused breath into their face before pulling them past jagged fangs and towards his throat. They squirm against his tongue attempting to squiggle back the way they came- they go still as his fangs settle heavily on their shoulders and spine. They wordlessly pray to any god that will listen that he will simply keep pressing down until they snap in half. Unfortunately, the pressure eases, releasing them just so his tongue can press them into his pallet, squeezing the air from their lungs and leaving their hands scrabbling against the slick muscle in any attempt to find a better position. There’s a deafening rumble around them, gravity shifting and pulling them into a pocket of air that they inhale eagerly - and immediately choke on. They open their eyes to see only darkness before them. There’s another rumble - and they are slipping down his throat as he tilts his head back to swallow again. It’s an uncomfortable and suffocating descent. There is a thrumming in their ears, a pulsing in their body, it takes them a moment to realize it’s a mixture of their own blood racing through them, and the beating of the giants heart around them. They’re almost grateful when they’re pushed into his stomach. They cough and wheeze as they take deep lungfuls of the rancid air. Each breath burns with scalding heat all the way down.Their head spins, a constant feeling of falling weighing on them as they pulled themselves into a more comfortable position. Well, as comfortable as being in a cramped gut could be, they barely had the space to move. There is a pressure above them, one that moves down their head and over their shoulders - the giant rubbing his stomach. They hear him catching his breath, and the stomach tightens around them as he settles himself into a sit, before relaxing as he leans back with a content grunt.  They feel sick with dread, fearful of the pain of dying that is soon to kick in any moment. They wonder, grimly, how long it will take - how long they’ll be conscious for it....They find some relief in the void tugging at their mind, consciousness quickly slipping away as the organ squeezed and groaned around them. It isn’t long before the darkness becomes soft and weightless, feathery light and peaceful, dragging them down into slumber. ---- The giant keeps a heavy hand over his full belly, content with the fullness his prey had given him, but somehow...dissatisfied still. He presses his back into the tree and looks over the small camp, now that he bothered to look, it was set up strangely, as if they had planned to stay here longer than a few days. Blankets and books spilled out of the tent and various trinkets sat on rocks and logs they had set up as stands around the fire. He sniffs and furrows his brows - they’d been out here for at least a month. How they’d gone unnoticed so long was beyond him. Perhaps...it was because this was the first night they had chosen to cook something? It had definitely been the smell of the stew that brought him here...But in that case, what had they been eating all this time? He huffs, annoyed with himself. Why did it matter to him? He could feel the human shift in his guts and go still.Disappointing, and yet, somehow a relief. He was certain they had passed out. Why did he care? He tips his head back to gaze at the stars, troubled and annoyed with himself. Was he really considering this? Humans were food - plain and simple.... Even ones that been weird and helped him when he had gotten injured - and especially the ones that asked too many questions. What if he had been right? What if this one was just pretending to be nice to get something from him? What if they were using him? What if - what if...they were just that foolish...? He frowns at himself and he is drawn out of his thoughts by a loud grumble from his middle, his stomach preparing itself to begin digestion. He ponders the bump, something he hadn’t really bothered to do before. He wonders what it must be like in there - and he wonders how fast it all happens - he’s never bothered to find out - as he usually sleeps after a hunt. He wonders if it will be unpleasant for them - if they’ll wake during it....he tries to imagine what it’d be like to see inside himself and watch it all happen....and he realizes the feeling eating away at him...is guilt. He runs a hand down his face and lets out a frustrated grunt. he looks back up to the stars. “just this once” he says to them before pulling himself forward onto his knees  “Just this one...” He places his hands carefully, to avoid damaging anything in the camp, and tightens his core. It feels wrong - foreign, and he swallows them back down the first try he makes. It’s surprisingly difficult to bring the prey back up, his body telling him not to, even when he very much wants to - needs to, but eventually, they are deposited on the ground in front of him, soaking wet and miserable, but alive and unharmed. He worries for a moment, that they might have suffocated in there, that they had passed away already, but a ragged wheeze leaves their lungs before they choke and begin to cough. They look almost funny like this, gasping and inhaling air like a fish out of water. He notes the lightness in his chest, and despite his shame, he finds relief in their well-being. They struggle to their hands and knees, coughing and wheezing until they finally catch their breath - and then, with a confused groan, they pass out once more. The giant huffs and rolls his eyes. Humans were such fragile creatures. He decides to stay with them until the morning, ensuring nothing else comes to grab them while they slept.

[gardeningintrests]

food 1a)

All around the galactic province on the eastern side of the galaxy, there was a rumour going around

"have you heard? the infamous 'deathworlders' are going to arrive in a few cycles! "

"i heard they dont have any fur! they only have skin warping up their bare muscles!"

"i heard they use high grade weapons for their daily life!"

"the rumour has it that they will eat anything within its sight when hungry"

"i heard they have hair on their heads and no where else!"

of course, some of the rumours were stupid and exagerated. but in face, a crew of humans is indeed coming its way to the galactic eastern province to attend a universal meeting about their diets and if any food from the death world (also known as Terran) can be edible by any other species.

onced the news of the rumans sudden arrival at the international space station, half of the Kaaldan species were gathering outside of the space station to satisfy their curiousity of the looks of the Terrans (humans)

"ugh, what a nuisance" captain jack said while preparing to depart onto a unfailiar land and looking outside with a window thats tainted so that outsiders cant see inside.

"well we just gotta ignore it." "yeah we have no other choice do we?"

a few of the crew said and sighed. They want to qucikly get the goody goody greeting and information insertion and then finalize their existence so that they can go places without getting scorned or gazed at with curiosity and hostility.

but they have a klong way to go, so they need to start step by step.

"welp, lets get going. the longer we stay the more people are coming here"

"can we even call them people?"

"dont be rude, Francis. We are going to be with them for the rest of our lives."

"im so resigning"

------------------------------------------------------------------------

The crew of humans finally with the help of their hooded uniforms and masks and sunglasses, non of their face was recorded or taken a picture of. It was tiring to run from bystanders who are trying their horrible best to look at them.

they reached the meeting place.

Upon entering eveyong stood and welcomed them. in the meeting room, there was a huge round table, inside is no other than floating computer windows, statistics, notes and a system checker(like settings but more advanced)

they sat at the north of the round table (that makes them the star of the meeting)

they started as soonn as the humans took off their helmets and masks that hid of their face. and eveyone present were either wowed, shocked, scared or a mix of the said emotions.

Captain Jack Introduced himself, and eveyone is shcoked at his face. There was a huge scar, from his chin up to his forehead. Everyone present knows scars arent a good thing to talk about in any setient species.

they started with food, the basics.

once they all filled the humans screen with information of what is dangerous poison and what is edible foods around the galaxy. they provided them with the chemicals inside of the foods so that they can understand why theyre so dangerous.

afterall, humans are very curious creatures. so providing them with information would be a good idea to satisfy them.

Every species in the current seatings were proud of themsevles because they found humans a bit cute (somewhat like their young)

however.

the humans looked confused.

everyone soon tried to understand why, is it because the information is too complex for them to understand? perhaps a translation error? or perhaps they dont understand as they are not scientist?

then suddenly, one of the humans spoke : "uhmm, pardon my rudeness but is it alright for me to speak my mind?"

"of course human. "

"why is caffine not allowed?"

everyone stood in shock, and the remaining humans immediately pulled their friend down and whispered something to them. and the human seemed to relaized his mistake and apologized frantically.

"IM SO SORRY I WASNT AT MY RIGHT MIND JUST NOW, I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE CHEMICAL FORMULAS SO MUCH I FORGOT MY APOLOGIES!!"

the human shouted his apology so loud that some species had a hard time in reciving it.

the aliens were all curious but too scared to ask, until a kaaldan asked the thing everyone is thinking about .

"why do you think caffine is allowed? if im correct, caffine is a high poison. It is usually used for execution and maybe poisoning of the leaders."

eveyone noded or responded in some way that is fit to their way of agreeing.

"im terribly sorry about my comrade has said, and to answer your question just now captain Huieosyen. Because in our planet, humans sometimes need to keep themselves awake for a longer time and in order to do that, we drink a beverag called coffee....

after long hours of explaning cafine and other things that cannot be eaten however edible in some way.

all of them were shocked at the humans discovery of baking and a usage of fire. They wouldve expected them like half of them, using fire to engage in combat and defend or hunt, to find the humans not really fit into their expectations of violence.

'well its better this way, they are adorable beings and i rather them not join battles'

after a while, the humans started to talk about the dinning etiquette, courses, disserts and how they are served or how they are made. They also put up pictures and videos of the crew making the food themselves.

the aliens were... upheaveled. what? humans put bacteria on food to make it more delicious?? is this really a thing? humans like any other sentient species is that outside bacteria is not good for the body and they put it on food. the one thing they eat.

and then because of this the humans stayed another few hours explaning and giving out information for each food that basiclly exist.

"thank you so much for your cooperation, Humans. And we are terribly sorry for taking your time away."

"no no its alright, its for the safety of not only us humans but also the species out there."

and with that, the humans returned to the international space station and by the time they arrive, it was already 2 in the morning. what a long day.

a few months later, the whole article about human food is published onto the galactic net and everyone was caught off guard by the weirdness of the humans.

and soon, cook books and tv shows are suddenly on air, showing diffrent species of aliens what they can and cannot eat.

makes us wonder what would happen if they knew humans used fire for other things as well.

[vorish-wonderland]

You're a rare tiny species of mermaid, separated from your family in an unfamiliar environment. You're found by a curious moray, who offers to bring you somewhere nice and safe... something tells you this can't end well.

Includes: soft/safe vore, fearplay, unwilling prey, mentions of digestion

★✦A Narrow Escape✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

The sea is a harsh environment.

Its waters are cold and unforgiving, especially to someone as small as you.

You were a mermaid the size of a shrimp, a very unfortunate size to be in this horrible world. A world that was kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.

You wish you were bigger. A size that would at least allow you to fight back against those who wanted to kill you.

You had gotten lost.

You might as well already be dead.

If not now, then you will be soon.

You're in unfamiliar waters, separated from your family, cold and alone.

You must be somewhere north... it's very cold...

So cold...

So cold.

"Huuuuuuuh...? What's this~?" A carefree voice asked. "An itty-bitty mermaid all alone~?"

You turned around to the direction of the voice, only to see a shadowy figure swimming away. You tried to follow it to see what this thing was, but it was just too fast for you. It swam in circles around you.

"You're so small... aren't you scaaaaared out here all alone...?" The voice asked. "Someone as small as you could be gobbled up at any second~ Aren't you nervous?"

You knew exactly what that was implying.

You aren't making it out of this alive.

"You're the size of a shrimp, hehe! In that case, why don't I call you Shrimpy?" The voice laughed to itself about the 'endearing' nickname it had given you.

The shadow finally stopped swimming in circles around you, allowing you to get a better look at him, and vice-versa.

"Oh that's strange..." He said. "Your kind isn't usually seen this far up north, what could you be doing here, Shrimpy?"

He's right. You live in the South of the Coral Sea, so someone like you was a rare sight around... wherever you are now.

"Hey, Shrimpy, you must be cold, aaaaaaren't you~?" He asked, in a sweet-ish voice. "I can bring you somewhere nice and warm and safe... doesn't that sound nice?"

Alarm bells began going off in your head.

"Aha, I'm right! You're shivering your tiny little arms off! C'mon, don't you wanna warm up~?"

The unfamiliar cold waters were too much for you... but you'd honestly prefer freezing to death to being eaten alive.

"Follow me, little Shrimpy~"

He grabbed your entire body with his hand alone, swimming off somewhere and dragging you along with him.

The easily 12-foot-long merman dragged you along with him for what felt like forever.

"We're here, Shrimpy~"

You could've sworn it felt even colder here.

"Heeeeeey Shrimpy... you're so small in my hands... if I squeezed ya, I bet you'd pop!" He told you, licking his lips. "Your blood would be everywhere... I bet your blood tastes delicious! But you know what...? Could I just...?"

He brought you closer to his face. He uncurled his fingers, allowing you a chance to escape, but before you took that chance, he licked you, tasting every part of your body from your tail to the top of your head.

...you really are going to die here. There's no doubt about it now.

The warmth you had temporarily experienced was replaced with a freezing cold as he savoured your taste in his mouth.

"Mmmmm~ Ehehe, you even taste like a shrimp, Shrimpy." He told you.

Now's your only chance of escaping. Even if you don't, it's better to die knowing you tried to escape rather than lying still and accepting your fate.

You tried to swim away.

"Oh. Tryna run? Well, part of the satisfaction is from the thrill of the hunt... so go ahead and swim away, Shrimpy, I'll give you a head start, even!"

He smirked.

"Not that it'll do ya any good~"

You swam as fast as you could, trying your hardest to escape this... predator.

This ravenous, carnivorous eel... can you even escape him? No, you can't, there's no way!

It's hopeless, but you have to keep going.

Otherwise you'll be-!

"Boo!"

You were grabbed tightly.

"Ehehe! Did you really think you could get away?" He laughed to himself. "I'm feeling nice, so I'll give you a tip for next time- well... not like there's gonna be a next time for ya. Aaaaaaanyways, morays like me tend to hide and ambush prey, so you're better off staying away from the reefs... but you'd be exposing yourself to a ton of predators, so you're kinda screwed either way, Shrimpy~"

You were completely frozen from fear. Every little cell in your body was telling you to try and escape.

"You ready~? Three, two, one, and!"

He stuffed you into his mouth.

He savoured your taste for as long as he could, he loved every second of it. The way you pounded your tiny fists against his teeth, like that would do anything...

It felt amazing, he'd play with you forever if he could, but...

"PLEASE DON'T! L-LET ME OUT, PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING-!" You screamed, before...

Something sharp clamped onto your tail.

You're being dragged backwards. Deeper. Down into his throat.

It didn't matter how much you screamed, cried, pleaded, begged, he didn't care.

And then you were swallowed. The second jaws let go of your tail as you were sent downward, downward, downward...

Towards your final destination.

Floyd coiled himself around a rock, enjoying the feeling of a full belly and having a live tiny mermaid inside of him...

Now to just relax and digest for a bit...

Then he screamed out in pain as, from inside him, you bit the wall of his stomach as hard as you could.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" He yelled.

"G-GET ME OUT!!" You sobbed.

"Aww, what's wrong, Shrimpy~?" He mockingly asked. "Sure, it'll hurt, it'll REALLY fucking hurt, but... after a while, you won't feel anything!"

He pressed his stomach against the rock he was coiled around, and you responded by once again biting him.

"Would you stop that?!" He yelled.

You kept biting, since that was clearly working.

"I SAID STOP!" He yelled, before punching himself in the gut.

It hurt, but you kept biting him.

"UGGGHHH, YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!" He yelled, angrily. "FINE. I'll let you out. It's not worth all this pain....."

Wait...

Wait, that worked?!

You're going to live!

"I really thought someone like you woulda just accepted their fate. Guess not." He sighed. "I'll go find something else to eat..."

You were so thankful to be let out into the water once more.

"You go on, swim away. But if I come across you again, you won't be so lucky."

And then, the eel swam away.

...

You really survived that...!

[lupunsus]

there's only one mention of a bird hybrid in diluc's part, and as any person in the middle of the night would do, my brain began to wonder. what ab other birds?

As always, based on and dedicated to the hybrid au made by @cinnamonest

In Diluc's part, it's mentioned that he'd either have a dog or a bird hybrid, but the bird is described to have human ears, no tail, and wings (unfortunately clipped. Remember hybrids, don't still from crazy rich people! They can pay their way out of any legal troubles). But what if there were other bird hybrids with different features?

People wouldn't know in the first place because of their elusive nature, but in places like the desert in sumeru, there's definitely a good amount of bird hybrids living there. Especially if you consider small animals, bugs, lizards, and fruits laying about. Of course, there are monsters and mercenaries scattered about, but I like to imagine that desert bird hybrids are tougher than most.

This brings us back to the main topic of this post. Bird Varieties.

In the desert, there's a good amount of trees, but not enough to allow the birds to nest in them. I think this would lead to changes to help the hybrid adapt in the environment. For bird hybrids living in the desert, because of how vast and empty it is (a stark contrast to the labyrinth below it), I believe that there would mainly be two kinds of hybrids found in the desert.

One is like any other hybrid, but instead of dog ears and a tail, they have wings and tail feathers. The other being similar, except they don't have human arms like the others, but wings instead.

So basically, one bird has six limbs, and the other four (including wings).

Sometimes, their feet are identical to their bird counterparts, but its not limited to those living in a specific location, so it's considered to be a trait some hybrids just have, and others don't.

For our birds with special feet, sometimes they're mistaken as gigantic beasts from afar, and stories have picked up in the desert about naughty kids that stay outside late will be picked up and eaten by these creatures. At first, it was just a story made up by adults to keep their children from wandering off until someone saw one of the hybrids eating a human.

In the hybrid's case, they saw this dying person, thought that it could be free food, and decided to have a taste.

But from afar, it appeared to the village folk as a four-legged monstrosity with wings. Some even felt guilty, thinking that telling the story so many times made it come true. Of course, later on, as time passed, humans learned that they typically won't eat you if you aren't laying dead for every animal to see.

It's still strange to see a hybrid eat an actual person because they look human as well. Thanks to safely conducting research in the desert, it has been proven that one factor that could lead to this odd behavior is a lack of food in their area, and while some birds don't go down the carnivorous route, hybrids that are larger in size don't mind waiting a bit for humans to succumb to the harsh environment.

Some adventurous souls even found out that some hybrids are smart enough to scare people into either sharing their rations or into having a heart attack. This only happens with types that hunt during the night and are larger in size.

Are they really that big, though? Some, yes. But oftentimes, it's due to their large wingspan and how the darkness makes anything 100x scarier than it should be.

Anyway,

Bird hybrids with wings for arms have it more difficult, as they have to use their mouth or feet to hold things. But because they're born this way, it doesn't really seem to be an issue for them. Sometimes, they're mistaken for overgrown birds and are shot at by hunters. Due to the mistake of injuring or even killing the hybrids, hunting birds was restricted in areas that had a bird hybrid sighting.

Bird hunting in general would've been outright illegal, but people really like chicken. Raptor hybrids do too! An unfortunate discovery where one lost their small feathered friend to a hungry hawk hybrid. You would think these elusive creatures keep their distance from humans, but when they let chickens just roam free... they consider it to be an all-you-can-eat. It's recommended to have a dog hybrid to scare them off, as the more aggressive birds can easily pick up a dog.

On the off chance that someone tames a wild bird hybrid, they make for great companions. Especially for those living in the desert. I like to think that Candace once saved a raptor hybrid while being attacked during a sandstorm, and now it lives nearby and helps out in the village. People thought it was lucky to stumble upon it in a sandstorm until they saw that 2 more joined her party. Is she a god? What do these dangerous birds see in her to follow her?

The answer is mutual respect. Candace views her new companions as equals and even helps them out when they communicate their needs. In return, they're willing to protect the village from harm with their lives. Because of this, researchers flock to the desert just to get a glimpse of the birds in action but are sometimes scared off by how rough they look. Aren't hybrids supposed to be cute?? Well, if you lived your life in the desert fighting against monsters, humans, animals, and other hybrids, you'd probably have some scars and a mean look.

They're nice, though. Being around kids in the village makes them more protective, but also very distrustful of newcomers. Unless you have Candace's approval, be prepared to have eyes constantly on you.

However, for birds living in more tropical areas, these hybrids are softer and cuter in nature. But still shy around humans. Unless they're raptors, then try to keep a respectful distance. These are wild animals we're talking about, after all. For bird hybrids born closer to cities, they're more relaxed around humans, but some species are smart enough to know what happens to hybrids that have masters, so they opt to live in hard to reach places. They could just leave, but human food is too delicious to be replaced with fruits and insects.

It's their weakness, though, as humans can easily drug the food and capture the hybrid. Or, like the poor thing in Diluc's part, caught in a trap for stealing and having their wings clipped as a result.

Clipping wings is considered inhumane and outright illegal, but if you have a certified doctor's note stating that due to medical circumstances for whatever reason, their wings needed to be clipped, then it's brushed under the rug. But for bird hybrids with wings for arms? Well, it really is game over for them. Learn from Diluc's bird darling and try not to steal from the rich, as they can easily pay a doctor to sign a document to allow your pretty wings to be taken away.

Honestly, bird hybrids could be smart enough to become citizens, but because of how most choose to distance themselves from human society and value freedom more than anything else is probably the main reason why no bird hybrid in history has ever been documented as nothing more than a "treasured pet" or a "monstrous beast".

Maybe one day a bird will be able to have the same rights any human has, but for now, they should probably maintain a distance from humans who want to take away their freedom.

[shootsun]

I think @animemoonprincess and @winterpower98 are the ones with the sentient shadow au/hc so this is for you guys?

(this is set after season 3, basically, some demon is hunting Mac down and MK said, ‘we have to help him! Monkey king, he can hide with you right?’ and didn’t take no for an answer, so next thing Mac knew, he was on FFM and living in wukong’s shack.)

this got long? oops

For Macaque, living back on Flower Fruit Mountain was weird. Every nook and cranny held memories, both good and bad. Play fighting and huddling in the field by the brook, hearing distant echoing screams of monkeys down by the gorge, leaping through the waterfall curtain with a stomach full of nerves and giddy joy. It was a mixed bag really.

The strangest part through was how much his shadow seemed to take to exploring on its own. The ghost feeling of leaves and grass brushing his legs and arms became second place during the day, and the phantom feeling of a warm back against his at night nagged at him sometimes, but usually his shadow had a steady head on its shoulders. It was his own after all.

This past week, Wukong had been giving him strange looks over breakfast, teasing him about losing something. Macaque was using every ounce of self-control to not rise to the bait, but the raised eyebrow and knowing smirk painted over Wukong’s face was getting to him.

 “What are you talking about?” He finally snaps out, and Wukong blinks in surprise. A shit eating grin grows on the golden monkey’s face, and Macaque feels his stomach flip.

“You really don’t know?” Wukong says mischievously. The Monkey King can barely sit still at the realization, drumming his fingers on the stone breakfast table, bouncing his leg as he waits for Macaque’s reply.

“Know what? I’ve just been minding my own business. If you’ve got something to say, spit it out.” Macaque rolls his eyes, trying to put as much bravado into his words, trying to not let Wukong see how much this was starting to get to him.

Wukong just laughs at him and leaves the table, taking his half-eaten breakfast with him.

“Bastard,” Macaque breathes out.

He sits for a moment more at the table, and sets his face on the cool stone, letting it leach all the residual heat out of his face. The feeling of something soft tickles his palm, and he absentmindedly wipes the feeling away on his pants before standing and stretching.

Today he was going to do the same thing he’d been doing for the past few weeks; Avoid Wukong as much as possible. The kid was supposed to visit for training this afternoon, and as fun as it would be to watch that, he’d rather not be bombarded by questions today.

Macaque slinks off into the shadows and emerges in a grove of trees, all set in a semi-circle around a large flat stone platform. He’d rediscovered the area a few days ago and had taken to cleaning the vines and foliage off the area meticulously.

This had been their theater, long ago. He still remembers Wukong lifting the slab of stone out of the hollow of the mountain with ease, almost whacking a few of the others with it. Wukong and he had spent the afternoon decorating it, making it the perfect little stage for plays and entertaining.

He’d preformed his first shadow play here.

Now it lay forgotten and half in ruins.

With a scowl, Macaque pulls out a sapling poking out of a crack on the stone and lays it to the side with a plan to plant it somewhere else in the grove. He spends the rest of the day there, replanted half-grown saplings and scrubbing the moss off of the stone as the sounds of fighting fill the air sometime after the sun hits its zenith.

When the air has cooled, and the sun set back into the trees, he finally slips back into the shadows and emerges back at Wukong’s little shack.

Macaque carefully tiptoes around the sounds of laughter and eating in the dining area to the baths, and with a heavy sigh, shucks off his dirt-stained clothes and sinks into warm water. He watches as mud washes off his fur and with a glance around to double check the baths were really empty, he drops his glamour.

Like the muck dripping off into the warm water below, so too does the black char coloured fur swirl away, revealing white. Macaque studies his hands for a moment, holding back a shudder at the blue stained scars that circle his wrists. With a blink, he drops his hands back into the water, and snaps his glamour back into place.

He gets out of the cooling water not long after that, and makes his way to his room. The fuzzy feeling of someone scratching behind his ears has him flicking the appendage in annoyance, and he tries to rub the feeling away.

‘What are you up to?’ He grumbles to himself, to his shadow, as he crawls under the covers. Macaque closes his eyes and hopes he doesn’t dream.

It’s a futile wish, and he’s plunged into a swirling dream of memories, both good and bad. He’s running for his life from a band of poachers, he’s being groomed by Wukong in the sun, he’s laying half-dead in a ditch, blood drying on his face, he’s holding one of the baby monkeys for the first time. On and on it goes, until he wakes up gasping, gripping the sheets and tearing holes in the thin fabric with his claws.

He lays there, staring at the celling in the dark, panting, and feels someone trailing a finger on the pad of his paw. He squeezes his hand into a fist, both grateful for the distraction, and hating how gentle the touch came through his shadow’s bond.

Fingers are threaded through his own and then a kiss is placed on his knuckles. The other hand unlaces itself from his shadow and he feels his hand being lifted.    

It’s when the feeling of lips are carefully pressed to his wrist that he bolts out of bed, his skin burning as he stumbles through the hallways. Macaque almost runs into the doorjamb as he turns into the living room, and there, there is his shadow, curled around Wukong, an echo-y purr reverberating in the quiet space.

Wukong’s golden eyes flick up to him, the golden monkey’s mouth still pressed to his shadow’s wrist.

“Ah,” Wukong exhales with a smirk, and Macaque shivers as he feels the air dance across his wrist.

“What are you doing.” Macaque grinds out.

“Your shadow is touchy,” the golden monkey shrugs. He tugs the semi-incorporeal mass more into his lap, and the shadow nuzzles him in return.

“Besides, he’s a lot more responsive than you are. It’s like when we were younger,” Wukong laughs as the golden monkey trails a finger up the side of his shadow’s neck, and his shadow trills happily, a dusky purple blush covering where his cheeks would be. His shadow’s tail thumps happily against the cushions, and Macaque has to grab the tip of his tail to keep from doing the same. His corporeal cheeks are warm, and he knows if he looked in the mirror, a light purple blush would be steadily darkening over his face.

“Why are you doing this.” Macaque hisses, his eyes widening.

“You’re the one who kept following me everywhere, keeping tabs on me, and sleeping next to me. Isn’t this what you wanted?” Wukong tilts his head, and his shadow takes the opportunity to nuzzle into the open space on the golden monkey’s neck.

“See?” Wukong gestures to his shadow, still happily purring away.

“Shut up,” Macaque growls and tries to yank his shadow back into himself, but his magic doesn’t respond, his shadow just whining softly.

“You’ve been ignoring your feelings, haven’t you, Plum?” The golden monkey says softly, and Macaque feels like shattering right then and there.

“You don’t get to talk about feelings, Peaches.” He snarls, and his shadow vanishes with a pop. He turns on his heel, leaving a speechless Wukong on the couch, and steps into the shadows.

Part 2

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[milky-fixx]

gnaw

bleach | izuru kira x reader 

prompt: ghoul + restraints (monsterfucker kinktober 2022) 

summary: post-accident, izuru struggles to keep both his hunger under wraps, and his relationship intact. but as he finds the frayed edges of his control slipping, so does your presence in his life. 

word count: 6.3k omg

cw: 18+, afab reader, ghoul!au, monsters that eat humans, reader is not eaten (other people are though), mentions of starvation, suicidal ideation, blood, vomiting, forced feeding, muzzles, handcuffs, last 2k is where all the smut is tbqh—the rest is angst

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Hunger, Izuru thinks, is a sensation worse than death.

He’s tasted death on his tongue–a sharp, metallic tang. Pain that swallowed him whole, that spit him back out into this world, starving. Hungering.

(He’s tasted death in another way, as well.)

But hunger is all-encompassing. All he can think about lately.

He eyes the katsu curry dish you’ve made before him. The rich brown of the curry, the crispness of the pork, the warmth of the rice–these are all things that should appeal to him. You at the very least, seem to be enjoying yourself, chattering away, spooning the curry and rice mixture into your mouth. Izuru lets a ghost of a smile grace his face. He doesn’t breathe, but the overwhelming stench of food still churns his gut. His plate remains untouched.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat something, Izuru?” you ask again suddenly, and he’s snapped out of his daze.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.” His smile tightens. The gnawing, expanding feeling in his stomach seems to worsen. He places a hand over his mouth, hoping to feign the illness he’d told you has been afflicting him since his hospital stay months back.

Loss of appetite. Nausea at the smell of food.

Well, one type of food.

There is another thought that occurs to him, one that he can’t voice. One that seems to increasingly haunt his day-to-day life, threatens to break the quaint domesticity the two of you have.

He could bite you. That would certainly fill his appetite.

He digs his fingernails into his palms, feeling crescents dig into his palm.

God, he could never tell you.

How could you look at him the same?

—

“Moved in with ‘em?” Gin drawls, his ever-present smirk on his face. Izuru hates the amusement his mentor drives from this particular situation, hates the truth of him. (The man he looked up to the most, who turned out to be nothing but a monster, who’s cursed him to this same fate.)

But why wouldn’t Gin find this funny?

Izuru is playing with fire.

“Yer’ somethin,’ aren’t’cha? Didn’t know you liked ta’ play with yer food before ya ate it~”

“They’re not food,” he says tersely, eyes trained on the way the flesh gives in beneath Gin’s hands. Gin used to mock him, say that he should be hunting for his own food, that their kind was known to get territorial. But that was before he found out the most amusing news:

That Izuru Kira post-accident is still trying to make things work with his human partner. That even more than that, he’s now living with them. The very thought seemed to be enough for him to dangle this lifeline in front of Izuru.

Izuru doesn’t even flinch as blood splatters across his face.

—

Izuru has always been into tragedies.

Ever since he was a kid. Ever since he’s been aware enough of his wretched existence. And if his life before the accident was act one, this was certainly the second half leading up to a tragic finale.

His hand grips the bathroom sink, leaning over it. His saliva feels stuck to the roof of his mouth, his tongue unbearably dry.

He can smell you, just beyond the shower curtain. Water slicking down your body, rivulets dipping beneath your flesh, the warm, wet musk of sweat. Izuru is so hungry, he’s starting to think his appetite pulling the strings here, and he’s a mindless puppet agreeing to its whims.

How long has it been? Two weeks, maybe three since he last saw Ichimaru? With the lockdowns in the city, it had been hard, so hard to get any source of sustenance.

Gin has his ways of course. Ways that Izuru wishes he could turn a blind eye to. He’s not completely a monster. No matter how much Gin insists they are.

Didn’t know you liked ta’ play with yer food before ya ate it, his words replay in Izuru’s mind.

When you come out of the shower, nuzzling up to him, it takes everything in him to appear relaxed. But then his gaze dips to the curve of your collarbone, the smooth softness of your skin. He’s horrified to find he has to swallow down the saliva accumulating in his mouth.

You’re not food.

You’re not food–

“You should get dressed,” he says suddenly, swallowing down the gnawing hunger inside him, threatening to take shape. He can’t. He can’t–

“Please,” he adds, shaking you off of him. You give him a hurt look, and Izuru squeezes his eyes shut. He can deal with you upset; anything is better than you knowing the truth.

And when he falls into bed with you, it takes everything in him to not lean over and bare his teeth. He lies stiffly on his side, praying to the powers above that you don’t press him.

You two haven’t been intimate in awhile, not since before the accident. He can’t trust himself, his hunger, to not act. Just the thought of your bare flesh, the faint taste of your body wash, has him near delirious.

You’re not food. You’re not food at all.

He loves you. He loves you so much he’s willing to bear the pangs of hunger just to be this close to you.

Oh, he’s such a fool.

—

Cohabitation tests the very limits of his control. If it’s not the shower, it’s you curled up next to him in bed, your shirt riding up, displaying a delicious sliver of your skin.

If it’s not that, it’s you kissing him, the taste of your lips on his nearly high enough to get him drunk. He has to control himself, the part of him that wants so desperately to turn his lips on your neck, into his teeth, into a bite, into gnawing—

He’s distant.

He doesn’t mean to be, but it’s tearing up at him. He downs endless amounts of coffee a day, only leaves the house to get that. At some point, even you’ve noticed his consumption, expressed concern over his increasingly gaunt visage.

You’ve noticed by now, surely you’ve noticed something is off.

Izuru eats it all. Your curry, your udon, your fried rice, anything to keep you happy. And then, when you’re busy washing dishes, he does his best to vomit it all up, the taste of bile in his throat somehow making his hunger even more pronounced.

—

Gin’s words reverberate in his head.

“How’s yer cute lil’ human gonna react when they find out what ya’ gotta eat to stay alive? When you take a lil nibble out of ‘em?”

“It’s a mistake, ya’ know? Humans don’t like us; they’re terrified of us, even.” He grins, a spot of blood on his chin shining in the sun.

“Is’not gonna end well.”

—

No. Izuru isn’t the main character of a tragedy. He’s not some forlorn Romeo, sworn to kill you by his own hand. He can overcome this, this gnawing hunger to be by you, one step at a time.

He bites down on his hand until he feels the skin tear. The way it doesn’t even null the hunger in the slightest sends him spiraling.

—

“W-We’re doing this now?”

Izuru hadn’t considered that you would take action. That you are just as much of a character in this play as he is. That you want something.

Him. His body. The proof that you two, your relationship, is fine. Surely you’ve noticed his distance.

Foolishly, he lets you.

He’s been so hungry. He hasn’t fed in weeks.

He would hate himself if he did something to you.

(At the same time, part of him craves this. The intimacy or your flesh–he’s not sure. He doesn’t want to know. Doesn’t want to think about how much of a monster he’s become–)

He overestimates his control.

Your neck bared before him. He can’t resist. His teeth dig into the flesh of your neck. He moans as your blood rushes hot and warm into his mouth.

You scream.

—

He fucked up.

Hefuckedup, hefuckedup, hefuckedup.

Izuru stares mournfully at the scene. Momo treats your wound as you sit, dazed. Your scream snapped him out of his frenzy. In a daze, he called her–thankfully, he had enough sense to. He’s not even sure how she understood his frantic voice over the phone.

There was blood, so much blood. Your blood. Everywhere. On the floor. In his mouth.

You’re shaking, gone pale. You passed out once already. From the pain? Shock? Izuru can only imagine.

He’s backed into the corner of a wall, biting down on his palm. He’s sure he must make a ghastly sight; his eyes must be pitch black, with red sclera. His mouth painted red with your blood. The look of a monster.

You’re trying your best not to stare at him. The one time you do glance over, you flinch.

Monster.

He is a monster.

He hurt you.

He tried to eat you.

He wanted to eat you, and he would have.

Momo is calmly trying to explain what’s happened to him, the accident, what he’s become. Their lifestyle. Their diet. And from the way you momentarily give her a look of fear, Izuru knows that you know she’s the same kind of monster he is.

Izuru knows he should be by your side, he should be there for you. But he’s the one who hurt you in the first place. And that very knowledge makes him want to run. Run far away, run from himself.

So he does.

—

When Gin finds him, bloodied and blank-stared, of course he knows what happens. It’s written all over Izuru’s face.

“Maybe it’ll be a good lesson for ya.’ Bet you were tryna create one of those tragic endings ya’ like readin’ about so much.”

Izuru says nothing, even as his mentor drags him back to his apartment. Shoves him onto the floor. Throws a slab of something in front of him.

His mouth stays shut.

The taste of you lingers on his tongue.

—

“Izuru? Can we… talk? You left without saying anything…”

“Izuru, I’m sorry. Momo kind of explained to me… I don’t blame you. I’m sorry for not realizing you’ve been struggling this badly with your… appetite.”

“I don’t think you’re a monster.”

“I do think I deserve some kind of closure, though.”

“Izuru, I’m getting worried. It’s been almost two weeks. The bite’s almost healed. Are you even…”

“Izuru, where are you?”

Voicemail box full. Message cannot be saved.

—

Izuru wants to waste away.

He doesn’t deserve to exist.

Not in this form, not if all he can do is bring harm to others.

He tries to starve. Wants to see how long his kind can survive without human flesh before wasting away. He’s scornful. He hates this life, hates his new diet.

But fate is cruel. His mentor is cruel. Gin forces bits of flesh into his mouth that keep him alive. No matter how much Izuru tries to retch it back up, to reject it… his body craves it. The satiation that floods through him after every bite disgusts him.

He’s truly a monster.

Gin is definitely amused by his predicament.

He’s so weak, he slips in and out of consciousness. Gin feeds him just enough to stay alive, but not enough to stay awake. There are images, memories that play in his mind. His subconscious cruelly reminding him of what he’d lost.

The first time you met.

(“Um, excuse me? Is this the Intro to Poetry class with Dr. Tosen?”

The two of you became class partners, sharing poetry with one another. Izuru fell in love with you from the words on the page you breathed life into. He could only hope that you felt the same, that his artistic sensitivity spoke to you.

He confessed to you with a haiku, comparing his love to a new spring day.

You were smart enough to realize that he was talking about you.)

The accident.

(Walking down the street in the dead of the night, Izuru had stayed late in the library to work on his dissertation. He’d made a breakthrough that he was excited to share with you once he got home. He didn’t see the car swerving towards him. The car clearly didn’t make out his figure in the dim streetlight.

The crash was instantaneous. The pain everywhere. Izuru’s head hit the pavement, his vision blacked out.

“Well, well, yer’ in pretty bad shape. I’d even say yer a dead man.”

The familiar voice of his advisor. He tried to open his eyes. Everything was a blur. Before he lost consciousness, the last thing he saw were Gin’s eyes. Open, for the first time. Black with red sclera.

Gin leaned down.

Pain tore into Izuru’s shoulder, ripped him anew.)

The day after.

When he awoke, all he felt was the burning pang of hunger.

It hasn’t stopped since.

—

“Izuru?”

A familiar voice. Smell.

A gentle nudge to his shoulder.

“Are you awake?”

Definitely familiar.

His hunger must truly be getting to him, if now he’s hallucinating about you.

“Izuru? Can you hear me?”

After all, why would you be in front of him? How would you know where he even is?

Nonetheless, a part of him wants to linger in this fantasy. One where you care enough to look for him. Where nothing bad happened. Where the two of you could still be together.

“Is he okay?”

A small furrow forms between his brows. Is someone else here? Who else would be in this fantasy–

A sharp blow to the back of his head, right above his neck. Izuru lurches forward, coughing.

“Yah, he’s fine. Just a lil’ slow is all. Lack of food, y’know? Too busy mopin’ ‘bout his own life.”

Ichimaru? Why would you and Ichimaru be in the same hallucination?

Then Izuru’s eyes snap open. Why would you and Ichimaru be in the same room? Only if you were dinner–

He swivels his head upwards, calling out your name in a panic. Only to meet your surprised face, inches from his, from where you’re kneeling in front of him.  

“Ah–” The two of you stare at each other for a beat.

Izuru calls out your name, and that breaks the moment. He’s taken aback when you wrap your arms around him. Blinking several times, he realizes that no, this isn’t a dream. The thrum of your heart next to his ear, the soft give of your body. It’s all real.

He murmurs your name. His eyes slip shut as he returns your hug, slumping against you.

The illusion of normalcy. He may as well enjoy it while it lasts.

It takes a moment for him to realize you’re talking to him.

“...I was so worried you had died or–or something worse. Do you have any idea how stressful the past few weeks have been?” you ask, pushing back from him to give him a stern look.

Izuru’s mouth feels dry now for another reason.

“I… I’m sorry,” he says weakly.

“You better be sorry, Izuru. It’s one thing to find out that you’re a… you know, but then to go weeks without hearing from you? What the hell?”

“I…” His brow furrows. This is not at all the response he expected. “I didn’t… I thought it would be better if I had…”

“What? Disappeared?” You scrutinize him, before sighing. Reaching towards him to ruffle his hair. “Look, it’s not okay to just disappear when problems occur, Izu. Haven’t we talked about this before? It makes me worry…”

“I’m sorry,” Izuru says again, because at this point that’s all he thinks he can say. He’s sorry he’s a monster. He’s sorry he’s like this. He’s sorry that he’s showing such a pitiful display in front of you. He’s sorry, he’s sorry, he’s sorry.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I didn’t know if you still wanted to… be around me. After… well…”

His gaze darts to your shoulder, which you’ve mostly covered up. A sliver of gauze peeks through, and his visage darkens. You catch his eye, shifting your shirt to better cover the wound.

“Well,” Gin says suddenly, clapping his hands. It startles you both; neither of you seem to have remembered your audience. “‘M glad yer here to get this moper outta here. Much as it was fun ta’ watch, he’s really been dampenin’ the mood all ‘round.”

Izuru jolts. “What? N-No, I can’t go back. I can’t!”

“Ya’ gotta learn how to live with humans, ya’ know? It helps ta’ stay full.” Gin gives him a sharp look.

Izuru stares at him, aghast. “What if something happens? If I… if I lose control again…” He glances towards you helplessly. “I don’t think I could live with myself,” he says lowly.

“If you get hungry,” you offer, hesitantly. “Momo left a few things you can eat. In the fridge. B-Back at my place.”

His stomach churns. He can’t imagine how awful it is for you to know what he subsists on. His diet. You must be disgusted with him. Surely.

“Well, ya’ two lovebirds, I’mma have to kick you out,” Gin interrupts. “Rangiku’s comin’ over in a few. I ain’t got all day. Kira, do yer best not to eat yer cute lil’ human this time~”

Before Izuru knows it, Ichimaru is slamming the door in both of your faces.

He worries his bottom lip with his teeth, hard enough that he can taste blood. His own. When he speaks, his voice is shaky. 

“If… if you want, I can find another friend to stay with. Momo, maybe. I understand if you don’t feel safe around me–”

You cough meaningfully. He stops, shifting awkwardly in place. 

You sigh. “Izuru… what part of ‘I’m not afraid of you’ do you not get?”

“Truthfully? All of it,” he says blandly. “I think you’re insane.” You jab him in the ribs, and he inhales sharply. “Ow. Okay, sorry. But really... why aren’t you afraid of me?” He rubs his side, a frown etched into his features. “I would be.”

“Well, I’m not.”

His look is disbelieving, and you elaborate. “I… I mean like, I kind of get it. If I was starving and had only like… almonds to eat, I would also probably chow down on the closest burger when presented before me.”

He looks horrified. You have to bite down on your lip to hold your laugh. “Sorry! That’s kind of how Momo described it to me.”

“You’re not a… burger. Or food.” He frowns. “I need to talk to Momo about her analogies…” he mutters dismally.

You laugh this time, and Izuru, despite the stress of the situation, relaxes slightly at the familiar sound. God, he’s missed it. 

“I may have taken liberties with her explanation,” you admit. Your mirth trails off as you clear your throat. “So, are you finally going to believe me when I say I want to be around you still?”

Izuru surveys you cautiously. Not to determine his answer, but to gauge your reaction.

“No.”

“That’s… very characteristic of you. I guess you won’t believe me until we’re back home and I haven’t locked you out.”

He musters up a hint of a smile to give you.

As the two of you walk home, your hand nudges his. Once. Then twice. By the third time, Izuru grasps it.

He doesn’t understand it, but you still want him.

And for now, that’s all he needs to know. 

—

Once the two of you are outside the door to your apartment, he tugs on your wrist.

“Look I… I can’t promise I won’t…” Izuru frowns, trying to find the words. The past few weeks have taken their toll on him mentally. “That it won’t happen again. I’m not… who you think I am. Not anymore.”

You tilt your head to the side. The action is so endearing that despite himself, Izuru reaches out, cupping your cheek with his thin fingers. He leans down, eyes dark, close enough until your noses brush against each other. 

He wants to kiss you.

He wants so badly to taste you.

But a glance at your bandaged shoulder reminds him of what he needs to do first, and he pulls back, steeling himself. 

“I couldn’t live with myself if I did something bad to you again. I don’t…” He inhales sharply. “I don’t deserve the second chance you’re giving me. But if something were to happen, please. Stop me. Do whatever it takes.” 

“Don’t show me mercy, no matter what.”

You glance askew, seeming to ponder the weight of his words. While Izuru feels relief, it’s tinged with anxiety. Maybe he’s finally finally gotten through to you. Maybe you’re regretting the decision to seek him out. 

But he’s giving you an out. A chance to turn him down. 

You don’t have to doom yourself to a fate with him. He’ll understand if you’d rather break things off here and now. Despite how much something in his gut seems to churn at the very thought. 

You can go back to your normal life, and pretend he never happened. And he can go back to trying to adjust to his new life, all while ignoring the pang in his chest whenever the thought of you crosses his mind....

“Ah!” you exclaim suddenly. Izuru looks at you curiously. “That must be why he gave me this... One second.” You rummage through your bag. “Your advisor--Ichimaru, is it?--handed this to me before we left.” You pull out the object. Izuru stares.

And stares.

It’s a muzzle.

A leather muzzle, with an intricate layout of straps and buckles. Certainly too big to fit a dog’s mouth. Perhaps meant to fit a human.

Izuru pales at the implication. “Ichimaru… gave this to you?”

“Yeah! He said he, uh...” Your voice lowers as you glance around conspiratorially. “He said he found it in a sex shop. He thought you might need it...”

Izuru suddenly feels ill. He’s certain he turns a shade of green. You catch sight of his expression and quickly clarify.

“Don’t worry! It should be unused.”

“That… that’s not the problem!” he whispers back furiously, glancing around before quickly unlocking your door. He ushers the two of you inside, hoping to the powers above that no has caught sight of or heard your indecency. 

If one of your neighbors saw you brandishing a muzzle before him… and admitting it’s from a sex shop… he doesn’t think he would ever be able to live it down.

That damn Ichimaru.

—

He dons it. 

Because he doesn’t trust himself, because he still can’t determine if he’s staring at you with hunger in the literal sense or hunger in the sense of wanting you close to him…. Izuru dons the muzzle.

It’s dehumanizing, but surprisingly not nearly as uncomfortable as he assumed it would be. The leather is thick, sturdily made. He can talk through it, but it’s muffled. He certainly can’t open his mouth at all to bite.

In some ways, it’s an ideal solution, he begrudgingly admits.

Before he puts it on, he does sneak some of the food Momo had left in the fridge for him, in an inconspicuous brown bag labeled with his name. He’s decided if he’s going to be around you, Ichimaru is right. He needs to make sure he’s not starving. You keep your gaze trained on the wall behind you as he eats. Izuru suggests you leave the room, not wanting you to see the ghastly sight of him, but you stay. He tries to eat quickly, discreetly. 

He leaves the room only to brush his teeth, to rid himself of the taste of blood on his mouth. For your sake. In case... he flushes at the thought. 

In case you feel like kissing him, at all.

The stress of the day seems to have gotten to you both, though, and you decide to retire early for the night. Izuru follows you to the bedroom, feeling weary from his own several weeks of psychological torment. 

Which leads to his current predicament. 

Izuru lies stiff next to you in bed. He’s turned to one side, his back to you.

You’re so warm, so soft. He can practically feel the thrum of your blood with his heightened senses.

Izuru turns towards you. You’re sleeping peacefully, your hand outstretched towards him. Your hair is in disarray, and as he watches, a bit of drool escapes your mouth.

He cracks a smile, brushing some of the hair from your face.

Izuru’s hand trails down to the shoulder he bit, and lightly skims the bandage covering your wound. Then, before he can stop himself, his hand strays even lower, until it’s hovering right above your heart. He’s never found the steady beat of your heart more comforting than he does now. It’s a sign that you’re alive. That his hunger hadn’t consumed him completely.

His eyes flutter shut as he presses his palm against your chest.

He realizes too late just what part of you he’s touching when his finger brushes against a nipple, hardened and poking through your shirt. He freezes, his hand stilling.

How long has it been since he’s felt your body against his–bared, nothing but skin against skin?

Images flash through his mind, and despite himself, Izuru’s body feels hot. His gaze trails back up to your injured shoulder, and the thought–awful as it is–occurs to him.

What if he gave you a matching bite on the other side?

Izuru shakes his head to rid himself of the thought. He shifts uncomfortably. Heat pools down to below his gut, where it simmers.  

Of all the times to get an erection, certainly the worst was while trying not to devour your loved one.

Izuru signs through the muzzle, adjusting himself once more. He wills himself to think of the most painful things he can–his accident, Gin’s shopping escapades, that time Momo dropped a bowling ball on his foot.

Maybe it’s his proximity to you. Maybe it’s the inherent deviancy of needing restraints to not ravish you–in which way, he wasn’t sure. 

But Izuru revisits the thought of biting you, one that disturbed him only a few moments ago. Yet now… it seems different. Rather than his literal desire for your flesh Izuru realizes the appeal of the idea of biting you can be sexual. 

Marking you. Letting everyone know that you’re his. Leaving physical proof of his love on your flesh.

His.

His lover.

Offering themselves up to him. 

Letting him back into their life, even knowing of his monstrous nature.

Allowing him to feast on them, both literally and carnally.

Izuru inhales sharply. He flexes his thighs, pressing his hips against the band of his boxers. He’s so turned on, it’s starting to hurt. He briefly considers taking care of himself in the bathroom, in privacy. Where he can’t disturb you.

You’re so tired. He’s already inconvenienced you this far. He can’t bother you with something as trivial as this. 

Izuru tries his best to escape the bed quietly, but it creaks under his weight. You’ve never been a light sleeper, but suddenly you’re awake, your voice cutting through the fog of his desire. 

“Izuru? You okay?”

“Mmf.” He tries to say yes, but it’s muffled through the muzzle. It’s too late. You’re already turning on the lights. You give him a once-over, and Izuru’s whole body flushes once your eyes are drawn to his groin. He glances down, and his worst fears are realized. A wet patch stains the front of his boxers. Mortification washes through him.

“Oh. Um…”

He shakes his head furiously, grabbing a pillow to hide his shame. This isn’t what it looks like! He isn’t some pervert that gets off to being bound! But his own body betrays him.

“I didn’t know these kinds of things turned you on, Izuru,” you finally say.

He wants to die of embarrassment. Is it too late to go back to Gin’s place?

Scratch that. Ichimaru was the one who bought this damn muzzle in the first place.

“It’s… it’s okay. It’s been awhile since we’ve done anything. Plus with what’s happened lately… it makes sense that you’re… you know. Pent-up?”

Nope, nope it doesn’t. Izuru doesn’t want to discuss his bodily functions right now. Not when he’s still stiff, not when he was about to take care of it himself, without burdening you. 

He jerks his head towards the bathroom door, resolutely refusing to glance at you. 

But you reach out, before pausing. Your hand brushes his wrist holding the pillow to himself. You tilt your head. “Can I help?”

Izuru stares at you, uncomprehending. 

“Like… I mean. I wouldn’t mind helping you out there,” you say, your gaze darting to the pillow before back up at him. Seeking permission. 

Izuru weighs his options. 

Is it more pitiful to bother you with his bodily needs? Or to be jerking off in the bathroom alone after declining his lover’s offer to help?

He can’t decide. But eventually he nods. 

After you stare at him expectantly for several seconds, he realizes that he needs to uncover himself. Right.

He drops the pillow uncertainly, and to your credit, you don’t look down. His hands fumble with the sides his boxers, before tugging them down. He doesn’t know why—you two have definitely seen each other naked before, a few times, in fact—but something about this feels like new territory. 

He finally yanks them down completely. His cock springs up, a trail of precome sticking to his underwear. He grimaces, but your eyes seem drawn to the sight. Izuru shuffles towards the bed, nearly tripping over his boxers. He stumbles, face turning red beneath the mask as he kicks them off the rest of the way. Unsure of how to position himself, he settles for half-kneeling on the bed with one leg, standing with the other. 

Your hand on his cock is sudden, and nearly has him toppling over. It’s been so long, and your hand is so soft, your grip so sure. Izuru hisses through the muzzle, bucking his hips into your touch. You stroke him, tugging his foreskin over the weeping head of his cock, and Izuru’s eyes near roll into the back of his head. 

As you pump him, he realizes belatedly that the soft, keening sounds are coming from him, which he soon silences.

“Aw~ I liked hearing you,” you tease. He flushes.

Your mouth lapping at the tip of his cock nearly has him cumming right then and there. As it is, his balls clench, and he doubles over, grasping your hand. 

“Hm?” you ask. He shakes his head rapidly. “Oh, close?”

He nods.

“Want me to stop?”

“Mnn,” he says. Yes. He doesn’t want to finish so soon when it’s your first time together in awhile. He tugs at the strap of your shirt, and you get the hint. After you discard the shirt, he gestures at your panties.

“Wanna be inside?”

He nods tersely, his eyes trained keenly on the sight of your pussy being revealed to him. Your folds glisten as you remove your panties, strings of your arousal sticking to the fabric. Even through the leather muzzle, he can smell you, needy and wet for him. It makes his cock throb.

Izuru wastes little time in mounting you, his hands digging into the bedsheets as he positions himself over you. He thrusts, and your combined juices make him glide right past your entrance. He huffs in annoyance, and your hand comes down to grasp his length. Carefully you guide him into you, the both of you inhaling sharply once he thrusts all the way, until his hips meet yours. 

This time Izuru’s eyes do roll to the back of his head. Fuck. Has he felt anything more divine? He’d write odes to how good you feel around him.

Izuru thrusts slowly, dragging his cock along your entrance before sinking back in. He’s breathing harshly through his mask. Your walls clench tight around him, drawing him in, refusing to let go. 

He’d be a fool if he did. 

His cock rubs against a certain spot inside you, and you clench around him particularly tight. He grunts, pleasure building in his balls. Fuck, he’s close. 

His hands grip your sheets tightly, balling them into fists.

Not mindful of his newfound strength from feeding so recently.

Riiiip.

Fabric tears beneath you. 

The both of you still at the sound. Izuru releases his fists, and torn shreds of your bedsheets flutter onto the bed.

Your jaw drops.

He looks mortified. He slips out of you.

You turn around to survey the damage. While your bedsheet is mostly intact, there are two giant, jagged tears ripped across it. 

“Did you…”

Izuru hangs his head. He is truly a beast now. 

“Hey, i-it’s okay! Um, he said this also might happen... Can you pass me my bag?” Izuru reaches down to grab it, handing it to you. You rummage through it. “It’s a good thing your advisor also gave me these,” you say, before pulling out a pair of--a pair of--

Izuru stares blankly at the item in your hand.

First the muzzle. Now handcuffs.

Steel handcuffs.

Surely, Ichimaru knew these wouldn’t be used for innocent reasons only. The fact that he knows about his sex life--knows enough that he figured Izuru would lose control and would need these things--makes him want to perish. 

His cock flags a bit, truthfully.

You notice Izuru’s despair, and shrug, attempting to brighten the mood. 

“I mean, if it comes in handy...”

Dully, he reaches his hands out to you, allows you to cuff him. He’ll try his best to will the thought of Ichimaru out of the bedroom. Even if the thought of his advisor knowing the intimate details of his sex life threatens to ruin the mood.

Izuru shakes his head to rid himself of the thoughts. Once he’s bound, you have him lie on his back. Ah. It is harder for him to be on top now, he supposes.

“Everything good?”

He nods stiffly, still not quite over his mortification. You seem to realize that you’ll have to get him back into the mood, and you settle between his legs, spreading his thighs apart. 

“Relax, Izu. Keep your focus on me, okay?”

Your mouth descends on him again. He attempts to do as you instruct, but finds it difficult. With how skilled you are--lapping at the tip of his cock, hands pumping him at the base, stroking him to full hardness again--he finds pressure building once again at the base of his cock. He adjusts his hips, accidentally thrusting deeper into your throat. His toes curl into the now-ruined bedsheets as you choke.

He’s frantically offering muffled apologies through the muzzle, but you wave them off, wiping spit from your chin. You straddle his hips, sliding your slick against his cock. He struggles against the handcuffs, wanting desperately to guide himself back into you. 

Izuru leans his head back once he finally feels your wet, hot pussy engulf his stiff cock, the muscles in his neck straining. 

He shudders, jerking his hips up into you. Your hands find purchase on his thighs as you push yourself up, before dropping yourself onto his cock. Grinding your hips against his, you lean down. He lifts his cuffed hands up, and you slip under them, burying your face into his neck. Izuru can’t kiss you, but he nudges his muzzle against your head, dropping his hands to hold you to him. 

He rolls his hips against yours, inching in deeper. Your mewls and soft moans are ambrosia he would gladly get drunk on.

“Oh god, Izu… you feel so good.”

Is he making you feel good? He bets he could make you feel better. He digs his heels into the bed, flexing his hips, his cock aiming for that spot inside you that has you moaning loud, clenching tight around him. “Fuck!” you exclaim.

You hump him, working yourself towards your own orgasm. Izuru’s eyes flutter shut, his brow tensing. He’s breathing hard again. His hands flex against the cuffs, wanting desperately to remove them; his teeth dig into the muzzle, wishing it was off.There are so many things he wants to do to you that he can’t. 

Grasp your hips, make you ride him harder. Cup your face, kiss you deeply, whisper praises of how beautiful you look above him. Wrap you in his arms, and thrust into you, deeply enough that your bodies meld together.

But there’s time for that. Practice. Patience. He yearns for the day he can be with you, like this, without these kinds of barriers. 

For now though, he’ll try to make the most of them. 

You’re gasping and moaning his name, and you press your lips to his forehead, the one part of his face that you can access. The muzzle digs uncomfortably into your neck, but Izuru keeps you to him, his hips moving more fervently now. They’re bucking up into you, aiming with deadly precision at the spot that has you spiraling. 

When you cum, it’s with a stuttering cry of his name. 

“Izuru! Fuck. I love you.”

“Mmph!” Your pussy clenches hard around him, and Izuru loses it. His vision goes white from the intensity of his orgasm. He thrusts into you as deeply as he can. Spilling himself into you in spurts, until you’re overflowing with him, until it’s dribbling out and back onto him in milky trails.

Tiredly, he clutches you to him. He’s more exhausted now than he’s been in the past two weeks. The cuffs dig into his wrists, and he has to adjust them.

You shift until your face is level with his. Izuru flinches as the movement causes his softening cock to slip out from inside you. 

Your fingers card through his sweaty locks, brushing the hair from his face. 

“I do love you,” you tell him earnestly. “Human or not.”

Izuru tries to draw you closer to him. You notice the awkward movements from his cuffed hands, and unlock them. Now freed, he holds you to him closely, his chin resting on your head. 

You don’t need to hear him to tell what he’s thinking. 

I feel the same. 

[gallusrostromegalus]

Weirdest thing each cast member has ever eaten? ((Especially kaiba))

"Weird" Foods is always a bit of a strange judgement call because what's weird to one might be perfectly normal to another- Most of the US regards Organ Meats as 'weird' despite the fact that they are 1. delicious and 2. eaten by nearly the entire world, and 3. I could go to wal-mart and purchase "Processed American Cheese Food" which is chernobyl orange and has the same texture and comic-copying abilities as silly putty so maybe the US should shut up, but I Digress-

"Weird" herefore is defined as "this is unusual for the general scope of human existence and/or probably medically inadvisable"

Seto Kaiba: Keeps eating Mangos even AFTER he finds out he's mildly allergic to them because he likes the 'Piney' taste.

Mokuba Kaiba: Big Proponent of the Tuna-and-Cheeto Sandwich.

Joey Wheeler: Veteran of the State Fair and Renfaire Scene, goes completely nuts for Fried Foods That No Man Should Have Fried, such as Fried Butter, Fried Coca-Cola. Fried Ice Cream Cheeseburger etc.

Téa Gardener: Like most Atheletes, Téa is an expert at cramming calories and electrolytes into her body so she can keep doing the inhuman feats of dance she does. The Maple-Bacon Smores Smoothie is a crowning Achievement that should not taste as good as it does.

Tristan Taylor: he and his Dad went nuts one thanksgiving trying to figure out just HOW MANY Birds one could stuff into another before the "You're 100% going to get salmonella" threshold was crossed, and by dint of effort, a large budget, friends with a lot of domestic bird farms and inventive cooking strategies, managed to sucessfully create the Sparrow-Quail-Cornish-Pheasant-Chicken-Duck-Turkey-Goose-Peacock Recursive Bird Roast. It was widely regarded as "Delicious" and "A Culinary Miracle" and they were banned by the family from ever doing this again.

Mai Valentine: Woke up hungover, poured Prosecco in her cornflakes instead of Milk. Ate them anyway.

Ryou Bakura: Due to the genetic disorder that runs in his family Bakura's diet is an ongoing game of "Will It Blend?" and not to sound like clickbait, the answers will suprise and terrify you! Beef? Yes! Granola? Yes! Entire Tacos? Yes! A Full English breakfast? Incredibly, Yes!

TK Bakura: Carrion. Not Fresh roadkill, which is only as weird as regular hunting, but been-there-a-while, sun-dried, fermented street meat. In an emergency, this might be understandable, but this was not the case. He just has TERRIBLE impulse control.

Ishizu Ishtar: Regards snakes as Perfectly Edible and 'Good Roasted Over A Campfire' and taste 'just like fish, you weenies', making her one of the main predators of Asps in Egypt. This is a source of Some Distress for her older brother.

Marik Ishtar: A Vegan, but he's not RUDE, and will try Literally Anything once. As a Result, had some GREAT mushrooms at a music festival one time. Also a source of Some Distress to his Older Brother.

Odion Ishtar: Briefly deviated from his caffeine-based diet to eat a leafy green vegetable last week. Fascinating Expirience. Much to think about.

Duke Devlin: There is NOTHING this man will not attempt to wrap in bacon.

Serenity Wheeler: Got Dared to eat a live Cicada at Pennsic once. Was not dared to eat things again.

Solomon Moto: When everyone else at the excavation site was jokingly daring each other to eat the 3,000 to 5,000 year old preserved snacks they found in the allegedly cursed tomb, the only word Solomon heard was "Snacks" and helped himself to the world's most out-of-date chacuterie board as his colleagues looked on in horror. Didn't even get a stomach ache.

Yugi Moto: Underfunded Public School Cafeteria Sloppy Joe. Fortunately, inherited Solomon's Cast-Iron stomach.

Yami: Had a Marshmallow earlier today and still isn't sure if that Texture Expirience (TM) was a good or bad one.

[babyyweebbitch]

slashers with a fem! s/o like Mileena

so i got bored and decided to make a slasher version of the yautja with a fem! s/o like mileena.

trigger warning: gore, blood, cannibalism,

disclaimer: i do not own or claim to own Mileena, mortal kombat, michael myers, thomas hewitt or bo sinclair. this is simply a fan writing for entertainment purposes only

**here is mileena (for those who forgot)**

michael myers

the way you both met was you beat him to a group of people before he did. you both were watching the group but you were faster in both getting and killing them. you took note of the man standing there and decided to toss him one of the peoples arm’s assuming he was hunting them because he was hungry, you gathered a few of the peoples limbs and teleported away just as fast as you came. michael was interested in you now and now he wouldn’t stop searching for you for the next two months. when he finally sees you again he kinda picks you up (after you get done clawing the fuck out of him) and takes you home. he basically kidnapped you — congratulations

after dating michael for a week or two michael found out very interesting details about you, that you weren’t human and that you’re actually way stronger and faster than him which surprised him. he went to grab you since you were trying to leave so you can go to tarkata or wherever it is you go. you managed to body slam him on the floor and hold your sai to his neck saying “you cannot keep me here against my will. remember who is stronger here”. michael two things right now — genuinely flabbergasted that you did that, nobody dared to do that to him and he’s even more attracted to you. now he never dares to stop you from leaving (mainly because you’re the only person who can actually kill him if you wanted to)

he hates whenever you go to tarkata or the other realms to do your work. not that he’s not supportive it’s just he’s scared that what if one day you don’t come back? what if you die or you decided you wanted to leave him and used tarkata as a hiding place from him. please reassure him that you’re not leaving him

there are times you ask him to go to tarkata with you, to meet the people there or help you fight in the other realms. he always says no because he doesn’t wanna leave Haddonfield, he’s never really left haddonfield because it’s all he’s known his entire life, he’d feel weird if he left

there was one time he accidentally walked in on you eating someone in the basement, this was the first time he’s ever been weirded out by something for one of two reasons. you were absolutely going to town on that person or he’s never witnessed/done cannibalism before. now he will never try it 😀

thomas hewitt

the way you both met was you actually had been living in his workspace for about two months before he finally discovered you, you were eating one of his victims like you haven’t eaten in 5 years. you two kinda stared at each other before you offered him a piece of the victim. he had no idea what to do. should he tell luda may? should he kill you? should he let you stay there? after a while of thinking he finally decided to let you stay

over the next few months you and thomas grew close and you stayed in the basement since it was nice and dark and nobody besides thomas came down, he let you have whatever the family didn’t eat (like the guys, brains or whatever went bad and they couldn’t eat). next thing you knew you were dating and now it was time for you to meet the family. Hoyt was being hoyt saying how you’ve been living in the house for almost a year rent free while Luda may was actually happy there was another girl in the house.

you are the only one who can shut hoyt the fuck up and everyone is glad but when you aren’t there they threaten hoyt with “don’t make me call Y/N and have her knock some sense into you”

you come and go as you please, now that you’re apart of the family you can run errands for Luda may whenever she doesn’t want to. she always gives you a list of things to get from the store at from the city like “whenever you get back from takin care of your business, please get the stuff on the list for me?” you always come back with way more than she says not that they’re complaining. they also don’t try to stop you after you almost killed Hoyt for actually grabbing you and saying you can’t leave. (top 10 near death experiences)

bo sinclair

the way you two met was the traditional “i need gas” situation but you weren’t driven up by Lester like usual which threw bo off for a second. you were trying to live a humans life for a bit so you can get away from your normal tarkatan/edenian lifestyle. you wore a mask to hide your teeth and normal human clothes to fit in. you walked into the gas station and asked for gas which Bo obviously said the pumps didn’t work and that he can take you to his house to get some. never in your years of life did you think you were gonna be asking for gas in a old town like this. he took you to the house and this is when shit went the complete opposite of what Bo wanted. his plan was to lure you into his house so Vincent can kill and make you wax but you outsmarted the both of them. after finding out what you actually were Bo thought he wouldn’t have to kill you but he could keep you so you can help around the town and help with luring victims into town or getting supplies for him in the city (this was longer than expected-)

after a year into being at Ambrose and helping around you and bo got close and started dating, when you first left ambrose to go back to your normal life of fighting and killing to survive Bo was genuinely scared that you actually didn’t go to tarkata and was convinced that the cops were gonna come and find out their secret. when you actually came back with no cops he was one, relived and two confused. that was your perfect chance to rat them out but you didn’t. he asked “why didn’t you rat us out…?” which you responded “i wouldn’t rat you out, i’d just eat you and burn this place to the ground” bo literally sat there like 👁👄👁

just like how you’re the only person who could body michael myers in one second, you’re the only person who can withstand Bo’s anger issues, bad temper and can actually shut him up whenever he’s yelling and breaking stuff. you also protect Vincent alot too even though he doesn’t really need it’s he’s been dealing with Bo’s horrible temper since they were kids but you think it’s not fair that vincent can be minding his own business and then bo is getting bad at him and picking on him.

you’ve tried to get Bo to go to tarkata with you but he said he doesn’t wanna leave ambrose unattended, you always suggest Vincent or Lester can do the work for you while you both are gone. you actually kinda convinced him to go with you once and oh lord this man almost got mauled the first 5 minutes of being there. you had to keep him next to you at all times or else Bo would be dead and Tarkatan food. after you two got back he said he’s never leaving ambrose again

✨bonus questions!✨

their favourite thing about you?

michael: the fact that you can body him every easily. not many people can do that because he’s stronger than an average person

thomas: your beauty. he can’t seem to take his eyes off you whenever he’s not busy. he’s so in love with you that he’s gonna drown in it

bo: the way you hold him whenever he’s not feeling okay. i have a headcannon that whenever Bo breaks down finally he wants to be held, it reminds him of how his mother would hold him on rare occasions. you hold him like you’re protecting him from the world (mainly because you are in a way)

their favourite activities to do with you?

michael: going out on hunts. he likes to see you in action and likes to watch you kill, it’s one of his favourite things to do

thomas: cuddling. thomas is a cuddle bug whenever he can be with you. with how your lives are (especially you) you two barely have time to just lay down and cuddle like you want to

bo: teaching you how to work on cars/work at the gas station. for bo working at the gas station/working on his car is a way to escape reality which is why whenever he’s done being angry he goes to the garage and works on cars. this is amazing for the both of you because you’re curious and he’s happy to teach you

if they go to Tarkata, what would they do?

michael: if he didn’t know how strong tarkatans were and how fast they can body him he’d try to kill one. but since he knows this information now he’s going to stay close to you and not fuck with anyone after meeting you he learned his lesson (surprisingly😀)

thomas: he most likely won’t go, after meeting you he couldn’t imagine how the other species would react to a human being there. he’s kinda glad you didn’t kill him and his family

bo: poor man almost died the first 5 minutes of being there, in tarkata they didn’t fuck around, if you even talk to one of the people the wrong way they won’t hesitate to fuck you up. so after that experience the entire two days you were there he didn’t leave your side at all, he actually held onto your arm or shirt just incase (this man was TRAUMATISED. it’s safe to assume he’s not gonna go back any time soon)

✨ bonus yautja (bc i didn’t do his in the yautja part): his attitude wouldn’t change at all but he would be extra cautious around them, he knows he can handle himself so he doesn’t really need to always be with you but he stays with you whenever you are exploring just in case

yay i finally finished it! 😎😎 it took a few hours but i did it! — nova

this is not proof read

[fatehbaz]

In the chilly waters off Russia’s Commander Islands, a Steller’s sea cow grazed on kelp fronds. The buoyant behemoth sheltered her calf close to shore and away from predators. Seabirds perched on their exposed backs, eating parasites from their skin. It was here, some 250 years ago, that these giant sirenians met their end. The last remaining Steller’s sea cow was killed and eaten in 1768 by hungry fur traders who were collecting pelts -- from the region’s sea otters in particular. What remained were the ecological ghosts of giants, the extinction of which likely had widespread consequences for the marine ecosystem they left behind. [...]

From whales to wooly mammoths, megafauna are charismatic, large-bodied creatures. Typically, animals that weigh more than 45 kilograms fall into this category, while megaherbivores weigh more than 1,000 kilograms. In the past, there were far more of these giants and each left their colossal mark on the ecosystems they inhabited. But climate change, hunting, and habitat loss pushed many to extinction -- with untold consequences for ecosystem function.

Steller’s sea cows were first formally described in Western science by naturalist Georg Wilhelm Steller in 1741 -- less than 30 years before they went extinct. Measuring more than seven meters and weighing approximately 5,000 kilograms, Steller’s sea cows resembled living sirenians such as manatees and dugongs, although they were about 10 times heavier. Historical accounts suggest Steller’s sea cows were unable to fully submerge and grazed near the surface. Before they were wiped out, a significant population inhabited coastal areas around the North Pacific, from Mexico to Alaska to Japan. 

Determining how an extinct species affected its environment involves a lot of speculation. But by analyzing Steller’s observations of the sea cow’s behavior and biology, and comparing them with archaeological evidence and knowledge of modern coastal environments, Cameron Bullen, a marine ecologist who led the research as part of his master’s thesis at the University of British Columbia, explored how the giant sirenians would have affected ecosystem dynamics. [...]

Their consumption of the kelp’s surface canopy would have allowed more sunlight to reach the understory, benefitting kelps growing below. The sea cows’ grazing could also have affected the dispersal of kelp, spores, and nutrients within the ecosystem and to other parts of the ocean. [...]

Scientists have long wondered how Steller’s sea cows would have engineered kelp forests, says Paul Dayton, a marine ecologist with Scripps Institution of Oceanography at the University of California San Diego. He was not involved in Bullen’s research but was pleased to see someone take a serious look at the ecological role of these extinct sea cows. While Dayton was unsure about some of Bullen’s hypotheses, he agrees that sea cows likely would have had a hand in thinning the kelp canopy and increasing the productivity and diversity of the understory.

Understanding how extinct megafauna altered the environment is key when attempting to restore habitats, Bullen says. He adds that often, ecosystem changes are assessed relative to the present when they should be compared with a historical baseline.

“We look at kelp forests, and we see them in all their wonder … but you don’t notice the things that maybe could have been there if it weren’t for human action or other influences,” Bullen explains. Thinking about the ecological ghosts of sea cows “is a valuable way of really trying to understand the past and the present of these ecosystems.”

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Headline, image, caption, and text published by: Devon Bidal. “Steller’s Sea Cows’ Ecological Legacy.” Hakai Magazine. 8 October 2021.

[yanderemommabean]

That previous deathclaw ask just makes me think about a mama and papa deathclaw, who just got their nest raided and babies lost… but spot you!! A precious baby, who obviously needs their protection and love.

Just because their baby looks… different doesn’t mean they aren’t a deathclaw!! They just need to be guided gently into the right direction. And if you don’t get it, it’s okay. They’ll love you anyway.

You stumble upon the raided and devastated nest, and can’t help but feel bad. You didn’t do this, you know that, but a part of you still feels guilty and empathetic for the deathclaws.

They’re just doing what their instincts tell them too. Hunting and surviving just like you in these wastelands. There isn’t a need to destroy a family and a nest just because they’ve followed what nature told them to do.

Eggshells lay cracked and busted, empty and hollow as the nest echoes with your every step. Yeah, this spot was hit a while back, seeing as the nest looks abandoned. You feel sad but, this looks like a great place to rest. No raiders have a need to come here, and it’s a low chance they know it’s abandoned.

You should be safe for a night.

You sigh and sling your bag off your shoulder, laying out a sleeping bag you managed to salvage, and try to think of anything but the fact you’re in a mutated creatures destroyed home.

When your eyelids become heavy, and you actually manage to get some deep sleep, that’s when things become a lot more…alive in the nest.

Two very distraught, very grieving deathclaws come out of the shadows of the nest, and look at the strange being in the center.

They sniff, and huff around you in amazing stealth. You’re resting peacefully and completely unaware of their presence as they stalk around you in confusion.

You have a bit of egg yolk on your outfit. And you seem so small and so soft. So vulnerable. Did you just hatch? Did they have a baby left after all?!

They chuff and grunt at one another, and instincts once again kick in.

That weird cocoon won’t be warm enough! Not for their soft, odd looking baby!

So momma simply plucks you up, and considers your screams are from confusion. Which is partially right. It’s a scream of confusion and horror as you’re held against her chest while she purrs to soothe you.

It takes you a moment to really understand you aren’t about to be eaten. You feel that the egg you stepped in and possibly laid in must have left a certain scent on you, and the two parents see you as a youngling.

Well you aren’t stupid enough to try and tell them they’re wrong. They’re hostile. It’s best to just suffer through and try to get away when they’re asleep or off hunting.

So, you try that. That night the beasts cooed and purred happily while they surrounded you. The dad, you figured, dropped a large heap of meat in the nest for you and the mother to eat, and you had to swallow your pride and let them “help” you eat.

They picked off small pieces and made sure to watch as you nibbled on the dubious meat, making sure to show that you were full and not starving. They weren’t easily convinced, but eventually they believed you were no longer hungry.

You figured after a hunt and taking care of you, both would be exhausted and sleep around the nest. That’s the opening you need, then you can sneak out and hopefully never have this spoken about by anyone but your subconscious.

But once again, you’re duped. The father curls around you and nuzzles into the nest, while the mother patrolled. They were just following instinct. Making sure no one, not a single living being, would take away their baby.

Alright…looks like you can’t leave the nest then. Even if you tried they’d probably just plop you back in.

Maybe you can think of a better plan when you actually soak all of this in. Right now your exhausted body and mind are begging for rest, and it looks like it’s going to be shared by two giant, deadly lizards.

(-Mommabean )

[enhyia]

Enhypen reacting to you attempting suicide

Warning: Mention of heavy suicide.

Don't read if ur uncomfy or just block, I want you to not read if you have unstable mental health<3

Genre: angst, suicide.

Note: massage me if you have no one to talk to<3 I don't bite lol. You can just open up, and I'll comfort you, I will not give advices if you ever talk to me tho , cuz I too don't have healthy mental state.

Not proofread.

Heeseung

- Being discouraged felt hell, you see, you want to be a manga artist, but everyone says it's impossible to be successful in that job, even your family says that.

- so late-night walks was not an option for you when all of your past months was spent breaking down out of nowhere.

- you are attempting to be hit by a truck, thinking maybe next life, your life would be nicer.

- Heeseung is your boyfriend who knows what's your current state at, can't just keep himself inside his apartment and chase after you.

- He looks all over Seoul, trying to find you, your favourite shops, your favourite park, your favourite rooftop.

- and once he finally found you, he pulled you out of the street and hug you tightly while salty tears drips from his eyes.

- "Don't ever do that!! You don't have to listen to what they say to achieve your dreams!! Impossible or not, don't die Y/n!! live!"

Note: If you feel discouraged or people are discouraging you from achieving something, don't listen to them cuz ur a savage! You reach what you want!! Cuz u'll work harder I know it!! Don't tire yourself tho<3.

Jay

- Being controlled by your parents is not nice at all.

- ever since you were young, your mother get to decide what you eat, what you wear, what you say, what you'll see, and what you dream.

- so you grow up with low self-esteem, thinking you need your mother for all of your life.

- but when you start to grow up, you start to feel this thing called "crush" and thoughts about "boyfriends" your mother was not happy

- and one day, when she thought no one was listening she called you "malandi" or slut in English.

- crying all night was what you can do, so you decided to call your best friend/crush, the only person you trust.

- you told Jay what happened, what you realized, and what you wanna do.

- he was horrified, how can he listen to you calmly when you told him you were about to stab yourself

- so he ran as fast as he can, goes to your house and stroked your hair.

- "Stupid! You can't do that!! Don't do that...I can't lose you, please.... don't die..."

Note: If you ever felt controlled, talk to them and tell them they were kinda controlling, but most of the time talking doesn't work, so if it doesn't work talk to someone close to you and trusted, I'm sure if they care they will explain it to the person who you felt is controlling you, if not, tell me, telling it with someone will lift the pain<3.

Jake

- Losing a family feels like heaven to hell, it hurts so bad, they hunt you to your dreams every night.

- you think it's your fault, you think it was you that's why they're gone.

- it felt horrible living without them, crying all night and day locked up in your room.

- you have not eaten in a week, you don't wanna eat, you wanna die.

- you hope it was you who was taken life from.

- so, you decided to grab a blade and cut your wrist as deep as the ocean.

- you felt dizzy, you became unconscious all of a sudden, you don't know what was happening, the only thing you can hear was ringing, your eyes can't see anything, even darkness, it was all white.

- just as you fell unconscious, Jake was walking up the stairs, bringing you some food.

- and once he heard a loud Bang, he ran as quickly as he can.

- looking at you horrified, a lot of blood was falling from your hands like a waterfall, he doesn't know what to do, so he called 911 trembling, while he's holding, caressing your hair and whispering

- " it's okay, it's okay I'm here, I'm here..."

- and once you were at the hospital, he can't leave your side ever again.

Note: DON'T EVER CUT!! IT HURTS SO BAD AND THE SCAR WILL NEVER GO AWAY!! What I said right there... that's how it felt lol, don't ever do it.

Sunghoon

- you have lost everything, you lost your part-time, you lost your position as vice president, you lost your top student self, you have lost everything.

- so, what was on your mind? You wanna end it all, after all, you have lost everything.

- so, you decided to call your friend Sunghoon if he has a rope.

- weird. He thought, why would you need a rope?

- after his thoughts, flashbacks of the current events start to kick in and makes sense.

- he was shaking when he was running to the train station.

- he was breathing so fast, and all on his mind was

- "This can't be true, please don't be true"

- you used to be so happy...It hurts.

- so when he opened the door and saw you holding a noose, he slaps you and cried all over your face.

- " I KNEW IT!! YOU'RE NOT FINE!! WHY WOULD YOU NEED A NOOSE!! TALK TO ME!! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!! DON'T DIE...please don't die..."

Note: DON'T DIE! Don't. Ever. Tie. A . Fucking. Noose. Around. Your. Throat. I never did that. But don't. If life has ever been the saddest and hardest that it felt like hell, and you felt like loose everything, Don't think of dying, seek a professional<3

Sunoo

- being depressed for no reason or shallow reasons means dramatic. That's what every single person says about you when you open up. So you don't, anymore at least.

- not trusting anyone feels horrible. You have no one to talk to, to bond with, to laugh with, to share secrets with.

- and having every single person that you trust betray you and laugh at you, feels much more horrible.

- so what have you decided? Yes. You have decided to overdose on paracetamol.

- it hurts like hell, you see, you thought you'll die in one night, but you won't, slowly you will feel it kill you, like torture.

- you have decided to torture yourself.

- so when you look at your bestie's eyes and made eye contact, he was confused.

- why were your eyes yellow?

- of course, you swallowed 28 paracetamol.

- so when the thought kicked in, he grabbed your arms and dragged you to his car while holding his tears

- you asked him what was he doing, but you were not answered.

- soon enough you were at the hospital, he was pleading with the doctor to give you the antidote.

- but you refuse to.

- " Y/N ARE YOU STUPID?! HOW COULD YOU THINK OF LEAVING ME?! YOU CAN'T DIE! I love you... Don't leave me please..."

Note: don't ever overdose on paracetamol or any medicine. They will not kill you over just one night, it will torture you and you will puke and sweat a lot, and that's disgusting. It will also hurt.

Jungwon

- being abused was not fun, oh, not at all.

- it's not like how it's in those fanfic novels on Wattpad.

- cuz while reading, you can't feel it, but in real life, it hurts

- being punished when you have not done anything wrong is hell

- why was it your fault when your father forgot to wash his shoes.

- why would he hit you when you forgot to turn off the stove, you were washing the dishes, what was he doing he was watching the tv.

- you've had enough.

- so walking up the stairs to your school's rooftop was the answer. You thought.

- Dying was the answer, and it will probably stop your current situation.

- So when Jungwon heard the rooftop door was being opened, he rushed as fast as he can.

- " don't do it please...it will not solve anything, you're just running away."

" That's the point idiot...I want to run away."

- So he pulled your wrist and let you cry as much as you can and all he can do was listen

- after that, he helped you solve your situation<3

Note: again. Don't think of dying, jumping down the roof will only have you injured, it won't help you die, AND DON'T DIE. TALK TO ME BEFORE MY TIME RUNS OUT. Lol jk.

Ni-ki

- oh, how you hate your sister, sister there sister that.

- " Ganda talaga ni S/n kahit Hindi naka suklay~" English translation: " S/n is so beautiful even though she did not comb/brush her hair"

- it hurts, you see, they don't see you only your sister. And if they did, they will compare you to her.

- they always do that, they will notice how beautiful she is, while you stay unnoticed like the air.

- you wished you could just disappear.

- and sometimes you wish your sister just die.

- you wish to die.

- so how long was suffering? Yeah no. You'll end it tonight, you thought.

- so while hanging out with your boyfriend Riki you have decided to lock yourself in the bathroom and stab yourself.

- and since Riki's not dumb, he knock on the door, and when you did not answer, that's the sign that he needs to break the door.

-"OPEN THE DOOR Y/N!! WHAT WERE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?! HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF THE PEOPLE WHO LOVES YOU!? what about me? Don't leave me, think about me..please open the door, don't die on me please..."

- so when the doors broke, you both cried and cried until the sunrise and I hope you get to seek a professional<3

Note: don't die, talk to someone who you can trust<3 and don't think of dying, please.

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[accursed-worm]

Thinking about cQuackity in Pogtopia, and the fact that it may well have been the first time Quackity—who I get the impression has having had a relatively normal upbringing, given the sort of person he was in the early days of the server—was living in those sort of conditions. This is imagining the story as taking place in a far more realistic setting but like… no proper beds/mattresses, no plumbing, meals all cooked with fires or rough furnaces and eaten by hand (and probably also rationed out pretty thinly, what with how many new mouths there are to feed post-festival and the fact that crops would take a lot longer than 20 minutes to grow); all rock and dirt and dingy lanterns.

Wilbur, Tommy and Techno—in addition to the weeks they’ve been living in Pogtopia specifically—all would’ve had past experience living in these sort of conditions, as would have many of the newer, post-festival recruits. But Quackity, without any of that, would’ve been so very out of place. I can see him being almost snobbish regarding a lot of things, turning his nose up at a lot of the compromises that need to be made in this sort of situation, in ways that would get him laughed and/or glared at by the other Pogtopians. He’s like Damn bitch you live like this? even though he is more-or-less a freeloader in terms of food/shelter—this man has not hunted/foraged one day of his life—and is also one of the direct reasons they’re having to ‘living like this.’ It’s not like they want to be here; exiled, outlawed, hiding in a dingy ravine. It’s not like any of this is a choice on their part.

I think Tubbo would be the most understanding of Quackity’s situation, both because of his personality and the time he and Quackity spent together under Schlatt. Wilbur, on the other hand, wouldn’t at all hold back with the biting insults and cutting remarks with which he responds to the dismayed comments Quackity makes as he learns about the sort of meals they have to eat, the uncomfortable sleeping arrangements, the less-than-optimal hygienic situation. Probably Wilbur says plenty of things that are just plain mean, nothing at all like the sharp, well-crafted words Quackity had exchanged with the smartly dressed, silver-tongued president of L’Manberg. And I think many of the Pogtopians would, for once, agree with Wilbur because really, many of Quackity’s comments are quite callous—especially coming from him. Which is unintentional, yes, but the fact still stands. Quackity eventually learns to shut his mouth and just deal with these new living conditions.

It’s still better than Schlatt. Anything is.