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[user211201]

My favorites stories (of 2024)

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Hi all, another year is almost over.

I wanted to take a moment to revisit some of my new favorites stories posted this year as well as some old-but-gold posts posted over the last couple years!

First, I want to put into spotlight some stories but out by authors that started out this year:

Catch! (βΓΦ) by @johnbrand

The Witch's Transformation part 1 and part 2 by @keozrb

Spare Parts by @yellowjestertfs

Personal Muscle, Uniform Included by @mrrharper

Miserable Nerd by @alphajocklover

Revenge: Jock Bro Style by @czascornertfs

The Jockrooms by @jockbroski34 (technically started in December of 2023, but...)

Some other reasonable mentions from seasoned authors this year would be:

The Silent Sentinel by @axeeglitter

Reversal Agents II: Going Back, the 2024 sequel to The Reversal Agents by @misctf

Immersive Mode™ by @artificial-transmutations

Be Kind Rewind (Fan title) by @salmonskinrolltf

americanalphajockbro.mp3 by @transform4u

3TH93USA by dumb-and-jocked (thank you for all your stories!)

AL:IV Everycop by @occamstfs

Next up are my old-but-gold favorites. Some of these authors have written dozens of stories and it was hard for me to pick just one favorite to recommend, but alas I can't make the post too long!

New Surf Instructor by @amalianetwork

Pledging the Frat by @agmsye

Mermaid Sire by @fafnir19

Construction Crew Recruitment by @bluecollarmcandtf

Well on your way (Fan title) by @bodriversblog

The Long Game by @captainmalewriter

Himbo Haunted House by @cinaedefuri2

Pills and Cubes by @deviantknight25

Rogue Muscle Drone by @dougtfs

Kristian by @fullfriendnerdpurse

Veni, vidi, vici by @guytransformedforever

Chess Rivals (Fan Title) by @hyphyphurray

Midnight Snack by @inanimatetffantasies

Pool Table by @jakelandry

Sentenced to Grow by @jd07201990

End of Shift by @joshslater (Phenomenal story, cruel and dystopian but super hot)

Making Todd by @joyfullovepirate

Get Digitized by @just-a-jock (Such a cool theme to write about. Would love to see more digitization-related stories!)

Replacing His Shirt by @mrcavanaughtf

Listen Up: Swimmer by newyoutf

The Box by @omnitf (and their many other excellent stories!)

Genieus Barber by @rakurairagnarok (Fellow Dutchie 🇳🇱)

Boxered into a promotion by @rozza22365 (I must admit it was hard to pick a favorite, haha)

Doctor's Orders by @king-craftsman

Magic Hoop by @the-tfstation

Career Day by @thetfchangingroom (One of my all-time favorites)

Oliver, the handyman by @the-volunteer-host

Terminal Boredom by @transformhim

Model Job by @octuscle

I also want to highlight that there are other good sites that also host great stories, here's some I'd recommend:

Thank me later, bro (Fan Title) by @adonker811

My Roommate Gives Me Nicknames by Derek Williams (From the good old NCMC days...)

Brothers in Arms by @idesofrevolution

Fantasy Models by Lusty Stallion

Permanent Vacation by Nameless

Won't let them change me by realhankmccoy

The Pred Policeman by RotherhamMan

Tailgating by TheBurdenBorne (originally posted on DeviantArt)

Swimming Confidence by ZacharyEverlust

If at this point you are still reading this post, thank you. Not too get too sappy but I really wanted to shine on a light on just how many amazing authors there are, some of which even still actively write stories today! Surely, there are some authors I may have forgotten but I think this is a good start!

I also want to quickly say thanks to blogs like @imsrtman, @bratboy197 for liking, reblogging, and archiving posts for everyone to keep reading. In this corner small corner of the internet where stories get taken down, authors move to different platforms, and some disappear into thin air it's nice to know not all stories are lost!

Furthermore, I want to give a special thanks @mrrharper for the good company and his tremendous help with proofreading some of my stories. As well as others in the community I have chatted with or helped archive more old stories!

Lastly, I hope this post motivates you to read and heart some of these great stories or perhaps inspire you to start writing your own!

-user2112001

[valentine-cafe]

i have been SOOOO excited waiting for yall to post takara and yall didnt disappoint <3

could iiiii perhaps req smth like her chasing us down, lil bit of silly pred/prey yk! some sort of base instinct to pin you down, have his way w you, and to get their teeth digging into you if only you’d just stay still… but that’s what usually what makes the victory all the sweeter :3

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You had never truly caught onto it. . . How your kitsune boyfriend stared away at you with hunger in his eyes everytime you playfully ran from him.

It itched away at him. Instincts kicking away at each part of his body to chase you down and grab you, fuck you into the ground while you moan and scream out his name.

He’s dreamt about it. He dreams about it. To sink his teeth into your flesh and claw away at you when you don’t want to lay still below him- wriggling around on the ground whilst pathetically whimpering out his name over and over. Your brain dumb and only focused on the feel of his cock splitting you open.

“It’s simple rules.”

Before you stands your kitsune boyfriend, with his fox smile widening as he begins to explain the little game he has been waiting for you to participate in.

“Just think a normal game of tag. But, when I catch you. . . “ He hums, tapping at the bottom of his chin with his index to pause his speech.

You tilt your head, blinking your eyes together as you let out a small yawn, before opening them up once more to see he has disappeard from his spot.

“Takara—” He could squeal at the sound of wild confusion in your voice. Most would think you would be used to the shenanigans of your boyfriend by now, but in honesty, you don’t think you could ever could with the tricks he pulls on you every day.

One second he is gone and the next you yelp as he appears out of thin air from behind you. Head of pink, fluffy hair nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He lets out a little fox laugh.

Before the thought of giving him a little scolding even passes through your mind, your hands stand from anticipation at the words crooned in your ears: “I get to fuck you into the ground. Until we are both exhausted and messy.”

Your entire face heats up like the fires of the home of the fire elementals, while your breath hitches and instinctively, you grab onto his robes from behind. Knuckles turning white from the newfound excitement rushing through you.

                                                                 . . . fast foward !! 🍒 :

  Ragged breaths escape you as your lungs feel like their life is being squeezed out of them. Sore feet thud against the dirt covered ground of the mushroom forest that the kitsune resides in.

Places such as these you do not have to worry about being caught by other spiritfolk, they tend to stay away from the mushroom forests.

Although Takara would not care much should a lonesome traveller come stumbling by and catching the sight of him pounding you from behind on a large mushroom puffing out aphrodisiac dust.

The laughs of the kitsune echoes throughout the forest, light footsteps right behind you at all times. It is as though he is right on your footsteps, ready to grab at the fabric of your clothes and drag you backwards. Take you right then and there.

And you do indeed spot them in your peripheral vision.

Yelping, you turn your heel and try to rush to the right. But they pounce on you just before you can make a quicker run for it.

He has to admit, you last longer than he though you would. There is not much time to think on that matter either, hands too busy ripping away at your pants and underwear to get through to your drooling cunt. Slick with arousal and anticipation.

Why, he hasn’t even touched you intimately yet and your pretty cunt is fluttering like he is balls deep inside already, thrusting away at it to draw out long the delicious sounds she makes for him.

“Fuck, dariin. . . Lay — Lay still” He huffs, eyes feral like a crazed man’s. Pink tails sway from side to side violently, while the pink of their irises drowns out with the expanding pupils. “Look at her, already crying for me.”

The groans he manages to perform draws out plenty of whines and sounds from you, that has him undoing his kimono as quickly as he possibly can. Freeing the hard cock which previously struggled in the confined space of fabrics upon fabrics.

You squirm, as if trying to keep the game going for the thrill of it. However your boyfriend above doesn’t take any of it. His hand pushing you back down onto the ground whilst lining up his cock to your entrance, collecting slick and mixing it with his precum.

Who is he trying to fool. You barely need to be prepped with how wet you are — The most infurating thing is that you keep moving and squirming

“I said lay still — Stop fucking moving.”

His chest crashes into your back. Squeezing you further down against the mossy ground. While his hands hurry and lift your hips. Parting your legs like it’s his job.

Splitting your walls apart, he helps you arch your back to press you a little closer. Setting a fast and animalistic pace for you as he fucks into you. With his whines and whimpers scattering out into the forest and farther. Let the world hear how he makes moans rip out of you.

“Takara!!” You cry out, hands struggling to find a spot to grip. Hair? Tails? Back? It’s too hard to decide when your brains feel like they’re already fucked half-way out. His hips smacking against yours and sending you straight to the apex point of pleasure.

He’s always fucked you open in a way that made you lose yourself completely. But this? Gods. Poor cunt is clenching onto him for dear life.

“Just look at her. Taking me— hnhhhnghn!! takinggg me so — hah- hgnhe ha- well!” He moans out. Humping away at that one bundle of nerves that twists at your tummy and threatens a slew of cum to squirt out of you every second now.

“S-so soffaaaaaaaast— K-Kara— KaraaA! pp-pleas-s-zzzzzzzzeeee! mmmgnh! Harder!!” It’s like ecstasy. Your little please. They shoot straight to his head pulling away all of the self-restraint he may have hung onto an inch.

He can’t just not listen to you right? Oh he fucks hard, giving you it all. His cock pulsating inside of you and squirting out strings of cum each time he feels the flutter of your walls around him and then clench that comes after.

The way that one vein on his cock feels brushing up against one of the nerves forces your head to limp. Hanging from his arm, while your jaw grows slack.

Your vision white with the pleasure coursing through you, and this is only the first round. Goodness, you have no idea how you are going to keep up with him when he’s fucking you like this.

“That’s it that’s it— yes” With strained encouragement he pulls the orgasm out of you. Settling the pace for a slightly slower one. Only for him to go back the second you whine in protest.

“So good at taking it baby, so good. Like it when I fuck you right here huh?”

His nails scratch across the flesh of your thighs, leaving the smallest of tears in your skin. Oh the prettiest droplets of maroon trickle down the delicate skin. It is too much to handle, the smell is intoxicating too. . . A bite wouldn’t be so bad either right?

Pain mixes with pleasure, distracting you from the momentary feel of teeth biting down against your shoulder. Only when you hear the muffled fox-like whines tumble out of your boyfriend’s mouth do you realise he’s biting you — the sight itself has you groaning out and crying from the pleasure.

His name leaves you thousands of time in a row, they’d be millions by the time he is finished with you.

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[bighungrywolf]

"Oooooh, little guy, you were so secretive about how scrumptious you were, huh? Anyone would have thought you didn't want to be devoured BuuuuuuuuuUUUUUuuurp. Ah, but what am I saying? Any inferior man like you, who doesn't have an ounce of muscle on his body, should be honored to end up in my stomach. Uuuuh, and for how thin you were, you turned out to be a very satisfying meal. Oh, look how distended my stomach is, you are so filling that I won't have to devour another prey for a couple of days, when I have completely assimilated your whole body, making it part of my superior physique. Don't worry, you still have a while until you are totally mine, I always like to feel how my prey start trying to escape from my stomach, as if they really have a real chance to get out, so go make yourself comfortable and…" suddenly the pred saw a boy pass in front of him towards the changing room, and as if awakening his instincts, his mouth started to salivate, and he knew he had to make him his own. "Well, change of plans, little guy, you're going to have to digest, I have to start making room for the second course, which has just been presented to me on a platter. So if you don't mind…" as he finished speaking the pred began to flex his abs, which as if by magic began to compact his stomach, and soon there was nothing left of the poor foolish thing that had fallen prey to that hungry alpha. In its place, an empty stomach remained, with room to spare to welcome a second guest.

[voretwink]

pred that stalks young guys because of how tender they are. either lean meat, of nice soft chub on those bones. maybe being a substate teacher or janitor. eyeing which teen he wants to smelt down. why live a boring life when they could have a nice hot fuck before the end? students start going missing and by the time anyone makes any kind of connections to the pred hes already emptied out half the school. and those poor grieving parents for their 'run away' sons? yeah ran straight into the preds boiling guts, will be joining soon enough. what a kindness to reunite a family! those dads look awfully tasty. like father like son!

anon you are a menace to society!😈😈

maybe this pred is a traveling substitute, seeing how many teens he can brutally melt in a week before he goes to the next county over. tens of hundreds of boys vanish from thin air, not even their skeletal remains surviving the hellish conditions of your deadly potbelly. you’re favorite part is when your teaching class with a couple boy’s still kicking and screaming, your broiling fat tank muffling them just enough to not raise any eyebrows. you’re so fat you can barely even tell you have two whole high schoolers being killed in there. you had to be careful not to belch up any half digested bones or gore in front of the kids, or your cover would be surely jeopardized…

[manic-maniac-man]

HUgE Oct 2010

Leather Obsession

No matter how much trends change, leather blousons remain popular. This season's lineup has evolved even further. Get the unique presence that leather has to offer!

This single riders jacket has a solid and rugged appearance. The excellent processing makes it look like it is vintage. The diagonal darts on the body and the logo on the arm are accents that are not forgotten. This is a masterpiece that is typical of UNDERCOVERISM, who has an extraordinary commitment to riders.

¥157,500 (UNDERCOVERISM)

This piece is a Melton blouson with flight jacket details attached using horse leather. The unique texture created by the special processing is also a highlight.

¥141,750 (Miharayasuhiro Tokyo)

The fabric has been washed to give it a vintage, wrinkled look. Outstanding pocket opening design and cuff details Couture techniques were also on display. ¥147,000 (M INC)

_High-quality lamb leather creates an elegant atmosphere. The double zipper on the front allows you to adjust the shape. ¥498,750 (Gucci Group Japan Yves Saint Laurent Division)

_Rick Owens is well known for its leather. The beautiful silhouette is created by the use of cut-outs and the shape of the back. The minimalist design makes this stand out even more. ¥250,950 (Pred PR)

The calf leather used is finished with a tasteful texture through product dyeing.

The stand-up collar and ribbing create a modern look. Also available in pink.

¥152,250 (ATTACHMENT Daikanyama main store)

This piece is inspired by the fusion of riders and judo uniforms, and the contrast between the suede and the leather is appealing. The distinctive, hard finish is the essence of Blackmeans. ¥147,000 (blackmeans)

The design is inspired by cowboys, with striking fringes, silver buttons, and studs. The comical bead embroidery on the chest pocket As an accent. ¥134,400 (Nepenthes Tokyo)

The soft jersey base is covered with ultra-thin jungle suede. After two-stage dyeing, the unique texture created by uneven rubbing gives it a one-of-a-kind presence. ¥145,950 (Pred PR)

Epaulets and flap pockets, This piece has a military feel with a belt and other details. The unique texture of the washed calfskin is also impressive. The sleeves are detachable with a zipper. ¥500,850 (Lanvin Japan)

From the double-name series with VANSON. Based on the US NAVY peacoat, the silhouette is smartly arranged. The charming camouflage pattern on the lining is also appealing. ¥198,450 (Comme des Garcons)

It features a voluminous hood and long ribs. There is also a hidden pocket along the seam of the body. It is wax-coated for water repellency. ¥199,500 (The Viridi-anne)

[mythreality-v0re]

There's something extra spicy about a mid-sized pred finding themselves juuuust small enough to be gobbled down by someone juuuuust big enough to swallow them.

An adventurous bigger bodied pred who decides to push their limits in order to make a meal out of one of the smaller preds in the area.

A pred with a smaller frame so used to being at the top of the foodchain that they can only struggle in disbelief as they're barely squeezed down someone else's gullet!

After all, an alpha pred with a big enough belly would want to thin down the local competition! Sure, it may be painful pushing their body to force another pred down whole, but it would be worth the stretch marks and uncomfortably long digestion process to have all of the smaller prey to themselves afterwards! <3

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

The Either/And of Vore

Lately, I've been thinking about how this community grapples with the intense contradiction of vore, especially in regard to our favorite little organ: the belly. For example:

Either the belly is a deadly, hostile place, or it's a place of unlimited comfort. Two seemingly opposite sides.

And - now, this is my favorite part - the belly is inherently a deadly, hostile place and a place of unlimited comfort. @mmmleckerlecker has a great post about this phenomenon, where a pred's stomach wants to harm you, but the pred stops it. They will protect their prey; they will not let their body harm them.

I just find it amazing that we seek comfort in the razor-thin line between life and death, danger and safety. Unwilling safe vore is the pinnacle of this for me - it's fear, love, desire, instinct, and joy all wrapped in a bow. Vore can be either terrifying or kind and both, with everything in between.

[safety-of-the-abyss]

Night City. 22:03. It was raining lightly, drumming on the roof and windows of the car driving through the streets of Night City. The bright neon advertisements made the city shine brightly, as if night would never come. The city of possibilities. The City of Dreams. And it's been a City of Gluttony for years. It was in this city that the vore-implants technology was invented, and most importantly, massively introduced, which consisted of the implants themselves, modifications to them, and a special energy network, like radio waves, for the operation of reformation stations. And now it was possible to recognize a high-ranking corporate woman at a glance, because these huge "preds" fed on people, which is why they grew and became more massive, exceeding all reasonable limits of the size of the human body. Well, the most important thing is to be a woman with a vore implant…fashionable. Advertising, social media, public opinion - everything was on the side of constantly massive women.

Despite the emphasis on size among Night City women, one was certainly not following such a trend. Rinala was effectively a nobody with her short and thin frame, even though she had a fairly effective vore implant. Very few would be able to pick her out from a crowd. She didn't leave much of an impression on others either, given her monotone and emotionless way of speaking. Eventually, she arrived at the place she had been driving to, a small club she intended to mostly relax at.

[lesbianoms]

Middle-aged woman who's had a few kids in her time, misses having a tummy but obviously isn't going to get pregnant again. SO she squares the circle by keeping you in her belly so she can look cute while in the mirror and wear her old maternity clothes~

YES!!! 😵‍💫 This is hot. My entire purpose in life is to fulfill her rapidly swelling ego… almost as swollen as I’m gonna make her belly be~

I think it’s even better if I’m a bit unwilling at first. She swallows me up while I’m begging her to let me go, while I’m pleading for my own autonomy, trying my damndest to convince her that she shouldn’t do this to me, that I have my own life I wanna live-

All casually dismissed with one final, thick, slimy gulp as I slowly descend down as a bulge on her throat, destined to live out the rest of my days as a twitching, wriggling bulge in her tight belly 🥵

The fabric stretches thin over me as she huffs and pats her stomach, posing in the mirror, admiring my new trapped form. I can whimper and yell all I like but nobody can hear me except for her. She rubs me possessively, saying how I look better this way.

She has to lie to her husband. Tells him that she’d been keeping their next child a secret from him. And eventually he’ll find out the truth, but who cares? What’s done is done. Maybe he even gets a bit jealous at night when his wife is lying in bed, soothing me, running her fingers across the outside of my home, whispering reassuring words and phrases to me…

“You’ve made mama’s belly so big, hon… you look so cute on me, just resting in there 💕 you’re so hot as a big bulge in my tummy”

Honestly the idea of a jealous husband in this scenario makes me go crazy it’s just so soooo good on so many levels ❤️

Eventually I settle down in there. Unable to escape my fate as food, as fodder for my pred lady’s appearance. I’m still alive in there but nobody ever hears from me again…. hmmm… what a wonderful ending to my story~

[risen-from-stardust]

I have a feeling that maybe desert yautjas as Feral might be considered weird even among their own species. Their crests are almost non-existent, their tresses are very thin, the eyes are closer to the side of their faces and by the lack of crest they also seem to have small and smooth heads.

Honestly, is like some kind of human-yautja hybrid but more fucked up even if I understand the "different climate adaptations" reason.

Still Feral is one of my favorite preds not only because of his unique look but also because of his battle performance. Would 100% kiss that horrible creature.

[manic-maniac-man]

HUgE Mar 2011

SWING in the AIR

Light fabric that dances in the breeze.

Spring coats dance beautifully in the gentle spring sunshine.

Gucci: This coat has an oversized silhouette, and the belt around the neck is an accent that makes it stand out. The bold design is made in earth colors, giving it an elegant look. ¥236,250 (Gucci Japan)

Lanvin: A hybrid design that mixes a mod coat with a rider's coat. The lightness of the techno fabric and the meticulous craftsmanship are very Lanvin-like. ¥211,050 (Lanvin Japan)

Raf Simons: White, which pays homage to Martin Margiela, is the key color for this spring and summer. The innovative design, such as the front loop and back zipper, is unique to Ruff. ¥254,100 (Saint Frère)

COMME DES GARÇONS JUNYA WATANABE MAN: Based on the U.S. Navy deck parka, this item has been redesigned from a pullover design to an open front. There are many interesting features, such as the leather accents and the gingham check lining. ¥77,700 (Comme des Garcons)

Undercover: A richly expressive finish using fabric with a used look. The graphics on the back are official CAN graphics, and the pattern changes depending on the color of the body. Available in 3 colors. ¥60,900 (UNDERCOVERISM)

SASQUATCHFABRIX: The sleeves of a mod coat are cut and customized into coverall sleeves. The contrast of different shades of denim is also effective. The name "ZENA RCHY", which is the theme of this season, is printed on the chest. ¥46,200 (Dowa Graph,)

Helmut Lang: This shell parka, based on the M-51, is made of heat-resistant and abrasion-resistant fabric that is used for bulletproof jackets and optical cables. It also features buttons sewn with the same fabric without using thread. ¥79,800 (Link Theory Japan)

Lad Musician: This item is made of functional material with nano-processing that is highly water-repellent and stain-resistant. The button arrangement that creates a classical atmosphere and the elaborate construction of the epaulets also enhance the appeal. ¥56,700 (LAD MUSICIAN SHINJUKU)

Burberry prorsum: A mix of authentic trench coats and biker style with the theme of "Heritage Biker". The tough fabric and details strongly stimulate the masculine spirit. ¥273,000 (Burberry International)

Bottega Ventega: The smooth texture created by washing the spring gabardine is elegant. The authentic details are kept intact, but the balance is refined to create a light and spring-like feel. ¥340,200 (Bottega Veneta Japan)

Pascal Donquino: The fabric is from Brisbane Moss, a long-established British fabric manufacturer. This piece shows the strong commitment of the maker, such as careful tailoring that reproduces classical details. ¥75,600 (PASCAL DONQUINO)

Adam Kimmel: From the classic "3 in 1" series that can be worn in 3 ways. The removable lining is fitted with a stand-up collar jersey, inspired by the style of Snoop Dogg, the theme of the piece. ¥132,300 (Head On Japan)

Giorgio Armani: This is a 2-way design that can be worn as a half-sleeve shirt by unzipping the zipper. The detachable design is a defining feature of this collection. It has a summery, open feel. ¥123,900 (Giorgio Armani Japan)

Robert geller Shiny cotton and rayon material with a front zip for a sporty look. The material changes on the collar, cuffs, belt, etc. are also effective. Also available in black and moss green. ¥72,450 (M INC)

Kris van Assche: This trench coat is based on the theme color of this season, gray, and features a bold stain print that gives it a strong presence. It has a rugged look that gives it a work-like feel. ¥160,650 (Pred PR)

Dries van Noten: This dress is made of summer tweed that is so thin that it is almost transparent to the light, but it is light and airy, despite its heavy appearance. The bottoms are neat and elegant, emphasizing its elegance. ¥124,950 (Dries Van Noten Aoyama store)

Diesel black gold: This item has a wrinkled finish, giving it a vintage look. It is a simple design that makes the most of the material, but the leather cuffs are a subtle touch that you can't miss. ¥95,550 (Diesel Japan)

Maison Martin Margiela: A unique design with raglan sleeves and shoulder pads. Pockets hidden by seams and a concealed placket create a clean and minimalist look. ¥173,250 (Maison Martin Margiela, Tokyo)

Paul Harnden: The simple texture of this high-quality cotton with a crisp feel is very appealing. It also has excellent water-repellent properties and can be used as a raincoat. Also available in black, navy, and olive. ¥165,900 (MORERIDE)

Cosmic Wonder light source: A design that combines a work coat and a duffle coat. The bold circle cut on the chest is impressive. The mud dyeing gives it a good used look. ¥56,700 (COSMIC WONDER Light Source)

Damir Doma: Pay attention to the beautiful drape and fall created by using high-quality materials such as silk and cashmere blends. The lightness that makes it feel like a cardigan, and the soft and smooth feel are also great points. ¥162,540 (Bureau)

Kazuyuki Kumagai: This Chester coat features a unique texture created by the wrinkled finish, and incorporates military details such as a fishtail and drawstring. It is a unique piece. ¥66,150 (ATTACHMENT Daikanyama Main Store)

I.R.A: This classic shawl collar coat pursues a minimalist design. Its fine tailoring creates a chic look that is very appealing. It is perfect with a hat. ¥61,740 (GALLERY OF AUTHENTIC)

[sapphigator]

Naga who likes eating people whole and crushing their bones with their tail muscles x human who gets turned on by the screams and crunches

i like the way you think anon owo

Those coils can wind so tight, it’s inevitable that someone is gonna crunch! Their belly is gurgling and groaning up a storm with their prey starting to soften up just enough that the pred can tell their bones will snap like toothpicks at the slightest increase in pressure. Their human companion, pressed against the scales of the naga’s stuffed gut, can probably feel the weakness too, everything seems just a little too soft.

The naga’s prey had been rather loud at first, but the sounds are becoming more muffled and tired as they prey gets closer to succumbing to the boiling, churning depths they’ve found themselves in. It simply won’t do! A rippling s q u e e z e starts off the first wave of crunches, weaker thin bones snapping like twigs under the tight pressure of the naga’s contracting muscles. The prey inside is lively again! Screaming and crying out and writhing in pain, suddenly very awake even though moments before they’d been so close to escaping their torment <3

God, the human loves it! Despite being terrified of being next in line to the maw, they stammer out a request- do it again. The naga’s chuckle is positively sinister as they coil their tail, and by extension their packed belly, around the human’s lower body, each inch of bloated, lumpy, writhing, shrieking gluttonous glory pressed against the observer.

And they again, they s q u e e z e. Much, much tighter this time, and the horrific cacophony of crunches and snaps and screeches of agony is practically deafening. But the most deafening sound is the silence that comes after the coils relax. Not a single groan or whimper. That was definitely it for the prey- and sure enough, the naga’s belly gives a loud gurgle as the true work of digestion really kicks off <3

[sillyromance]

Mine - Yours...

Warning: hurt prey/gentle pred; angst; hurt/comfort (willing fatal vore as a form of comfort); pred - knaz OC (Georgy de Tevre).

A very self-indulgent little story.

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He finds me crying in a shadowed corner.

My form is curled up in a small ball as I sniff and sob. All I can hear is his footsteps, rustling of the cloth, breathing which is much louder than it should be for it belongs to a human being of enormous size. At first, I don't even know who it is.

As if I cared...

But suddenly, a huge hand wraps around my arm and gently pulls it aside. I rapidly perk my head and see Georgy standing on his knees, his only eye glowing with worry at me in the twilight.

- Why are you here all alone? - He asks, his deep, melodic voice flowing into my ears like honey.

I want to speak - and I can't. Words refuse to leave my throat, only tears continue to flow, more with each passing second.

- Oh, goodness... Come here, little one. I've got you... - He moves, pulling me into a hug I eagerly give in to.

Georgy is so strong, so big and warm; I nuzzle into his shoulder and cry as heavily as I possibly can, embracing his chest tightly. He silently pats my back, letting me scream the pain and anger out on him.

I don't know if I say anything, I have a feeling that I'm mumbling some nonsense but it's impossible to be sure. I choke, I howl, I dig my nails into him, but he doesn't even flinch. Just stays there, steadfast and motionless like a mountain. For me...

Soon, weight in my chest lightens. I quiet down, lying limp on his gigantic frame - and enjoying the closeness.

However, it's still not enough. I'm not ready to face this world. And that thought at the back of my mind - the picture of Georgy going away, leaving me alone once more is impossible to bare.

- You highness... - I call weakly, turning my head on a side.

He answers with a reassuring smile.

- I want... I want to be eaten.

His gaze is so kind and soft.... My body obediently bends as it's cautiously repositioned for his convinience. My face is less then an inch from his now - that breathing I heard earlier grows overwhelming, splashing over my face like a hot, moist seawave.

- Of course, my dear - if it's what you truly wish for. But tell me...

- Don't hold back. I'm yours. In body and soul.

Georgy nods. Wipes the tear tracks off of my cheeks with his thumb. Then, briefly, I see his tongue running across his upper lip.

- Very well then. - He murmurs.

I assume he is going to snatch me right away. But instead... he subtly bumps his forehead into mine with a soft grunt.

The motion so intimate, so affectionate leaves me speechless. I let out a shaky exhale and lower my lids.

It's one last minute before a big storm. My last peaceful minute. Every piece has been finally settled into place - anxiety, anger, sadness dissociate, giving space to solace and serenity.

We just exist. We communicate.

We integrate...

...His jaws unhinge. There is no time to back away or protest as my head is softly nudged inside and guided to the back of his throat. He swallows thickly - it slips further in, and soon I'm already half way down Georgy's esophagus. Strong muscles slide against me like water, pushing my body into the depths of his with gentleness and care I've never experienced before.

When I fall into the stomach and tug my legs closer to my chest, my new home is more than happy to accept its inhabitant. The enzymes are trickling down the walls and submerging me all over, adding to a small pool of acids my feet bath in. Each angle, each curve is paid attention to; I'm hugged again, but closer. Intensely closer.

Georgy's heartbeat is thumping right above my head. With unusual tenderness awoken in my soul, I hesitantly reach out for it through the thin layer of muscle dividing us, sensing each beat like a kiss upon my palm.

Georgy sighes. He is rubbing his full, sated belly which gurgles contedly at my arrival.

- That's it, my sweet... Settle in... - He coos.

A deep, hungry groan thunders in the chamber - and it clenches around me with no chance for escape.

- Allow my body to help you...

It's so soft... And the stomach squeezes me so delicately...

Yet, churning gradually gets stronger, impatient; I can barely move...

It becomes... hard to think...

- No one will hurt you. I shall never give you up to anybody else...

My flesh is turning raw. It's tingling a bit, but not enough to be painful. Warmth spreads around my limbs and torso like a fluffy blanket, and I can't help but snuggle closer, deeper into my devourer. The walls' embrace is deceivingly soothing despite the venom they drip on my bleeding wounds.

- Forget your sorrows... Relax. Digest...

The heat and darkness are too comforting to resist. I want to sleep... I..

I asked for this because I knew how I would be treated... Destroying my mortal shell, you take my heart in your hands to carry it with love no one else could give me.

- Let go...

Of course, Georgy. I will... I am. I've already surrendered...

- I'm your safe haven now...

I know.

And so I am your prey.

[97keanu]

could i request some loser! neo x reader where's he's her stalker 😳

Premise: Neo sees you on the train and just knows he has to have you.

Tags/CW: f!reader, stalker!neo, loser!neo, dark content, obsessive!neo, innocent!reader, shy!reader, neo has never had a girlfriend, age gap, heavy on Neo's perspective since a lot of this reader has no clue what is going on, sexually frustrated!neo, p in v mentions, tiniest bit of a slow burn (for set up purposes), pred coded!neo, prey coded!reader, Neo is a C R E E P fr!, Neo watches you through your webcam, long distance mutual masturbation, Neo fakes being an interested innocent love interest, Neo steals your panties, Intro of Neo taking you on a date despite secretly stalking you.

Authors note: Part One imagine for a Part Two full fic. The fic is dark, please take content warnings at your own risk.

. ｡✩ You've just sat down after rushing to catch the train, your breath beginning to regulate, flustered and pulling your hair back from your face. You feel the heat in your cheeks despite the night air being colder lately, and lean a cheek against the cool window. You stare out into the night as it begins to drift by, stars and cityscape getting lost in the blur.

. ｡✩ This train car has less residents at the moment than usual, likely since the time of night. You don't really look to anyone in particular, instead choosing to keep to yourself, your gaze away from other passengers. You have no idea that you, however, have been noticed.

. ｡✩ Neo is sitting across from you, and from the moment you rushed inside the car, he was intrigued. You, who despite being flustered by almost missing the train, seem to float into your seat. Neo is taken back by your beauty, he sees you and feels as if he's seen an angel. Neo has to look away from you to compose himself. He begins to internally degrade himself for being so caught up in you. He knows someone like you would never talk to a loser like him. In fact, as he glances back to you, your face turned away from him towards the window, he can see his own reflection, hazy from the distance.

. ｡✩ Even in the haze, Neo can see the dark circles around his eyes, his pale skin jumping out from all the darkness surrounding him. There's just something about him that seems off. He looks almost sickly, Neo concludes. His lack of sleep is obvious. The way his face has such thin and sharp angles are also telling, but that's what happens when a man only survives off of cigarettes and black coffee.

. ｡✩ Neo knows how he looks, especially to women. He hasn't caught the eye of anyone in years, and he hates to admit that at 35 he still hasn't really had a girlfriend. As he continues down that thought rabbit hole, he glances back to you, and can't help but feel his stomach tighten at your perfectness. How simple, yet affective your soft demeanor is. He imagines that if were able to magically choose a girlfriend, he would want her to look like you. You with your youth and beauty. From the looks of it, you must be in your early 20s, and Neo almost feels ashamed of how old he has gotten. Someone like him shouldn't even be thinking of someone like you. He was certain that others would find him to be a creep if they knew the kind of thoughts he was developing for you in such a short time.

. ｡✩ Neo's hand clutches onto his pant legs as he tries to look away from you, to stop thinking about you looking over at him. He hates how badly he wants your attention right now, and if his thoughts were wishes you would glances up from the window, smile at him, and give him want he craves. He can just imagine you from there, the rest of the passengers of the car fading away from his imagination, on the two of you on this train car. You would stand up, and slyly come over, straddling him. Your dress tonight, while not immodest, is currently riding up and showing just the smallest hint of your thighs. Neo imagines that when you do straddle him, he would get to run his hands up your dress and get to caress those lovely thighs of yours. Neo feels himself zoning in on your thighs right now actually, and prays you don't catch him watching. He keeps telling himself to stop, it's not normal to think these things about a stranger, but his sleep deprived mind keep urging him on. Soon he can barely stay seated the same way, his cock struggling against his pants. He glances back up at your tender, innocent face, both disgusted with himself, and again, dreaming you would just give a glance his way.

. ｡✩ He about jumps out of his skin when the train hits a bump, the car bouncing just a bit, the lights flashing, and for a second he believes some supernatural force is trying to berate him for his thoughts. That is, until, when he glances back to you, who has also taken a small, worried look up at the lights, before you drop your gaze back down and directly meets Neo's deep, dark eyes. He watches you with his breath held, seeing how gentle and kind your eyes are for the first time fully.

. ｡✩ You hadn't been paying any mind to the rest of the world, your mind had been trailing around all the things you must do when you get home, despite being so tired from your extra long shift tonight. Usually you don't work so late, but tonight was different. You could almost feel it in the early autumn air. Something was changing, you just didn't know what. You had read your horoscope today, finding that it vaguely mentioned something about a turmoil in your love-life, though you highly doubted that applied to you, seeing you didn't have a boyfriend. It didn't give much help for the real part of your day, which was taking care of rude customers and 3 no call no shows for your shift. The real turmoil was in how badly your feet ached, and how the muscles in you face were sick of smiling on automatic all day long.

. ｡✩ That's why when you're suddenly pulled to paying attention to the real world, finding the sharp, dark eyes of a stranger, you can't help but smile softly. You almost wish you didn't do it, but there was no commanding it, it just came out like that. You hated being rude after all, and a small smile to a stranger really wasn't a big deal. Somehow though, the way the man across from you seems to light up from your attention has you wondering if that smile was a good thing or not. He wasn't an ugly man per se. He could be quite handsome in fact, if he found himself some better sleep and cleaned up a bit. You actually have to dart your eyes away in embarrassment when you realize that you are now gazing back at him just as intently as he is you.

. ｡✩ Neo can hardly believe it. It's just like he imagined it, you glancing up and smiling, so softly, so angelically. To him, it's as if you've spared him from his grief of thoughts. He also finds himself wondering, was this meant to be then? It's like a wish come true, and he isn't really sure he is ready to let that go. He sees as you look away with embarrassment from your own moment of staring, and he wants to call out to you and tell you "No, please keep looking, I want to be held by your eyes, your gaze that is so gentle, so sweet".

. ｡✩ Neo tries to build the courage for the rest of the ride to speak to you, but you don't look his way once again. He can feel the train slowing to his stop soon, and he knows he doesn't have much time to make a decision. He's practically sweating over the whole ordeal, trying to decide if he's even worthy to talk to you or not. As he's doing this, he is surprised for the second time tonight when you begin to stand, gathering your things, and ready to had off the train at the same stop as Neo.

. ｡✩ This is it. Neo has to decide. His cowardly demeanor gets the better of him, and he can't bring himself to make words form in his throat. He simply watches as you glide past him without a second thought his way, and Neo finds his legs frozen for a moment. He may not be able to speak to you now, but he can't just let you leave his life for good. He has to do something.

. ｡✩ Later he will justify this. Tell himself "It's okay, you had to, you couldn't let her just leave forever." or "Besides, it's late, a woman like her needs to be protected." and that will quiet the nudging doubt in his mind. For now, he is not thinking much at all. He almost feels animalistic, as if suddenly he's found himself hunting you, the pretty little prey in the night. He slips off the train silently, letting you go far enough ahead that you won't notice his dark form stalking behind you.

. ｡✩ As you pass yellowing streetlight after another, those tiny beacons of the dark Chicago night, you start to have a uneasely feeling, but you choose to ignore it, instead walking just a bit faster towards your apartment. You come to it eventually, slipping inside without a look behind you, locking the door just to feel a bit safer. You go into your bedroom to unwind after the day, and have no second thoughts about your slightly open window blinds.

. ｡✩ Neo will tell himself later he was doing what was good for such an innocent little lamb like you, making sure you got home safely. He will not admit that he's the wolf you should be afraid of. Instead he will please himself to what he saw through the tiny slit of your window. The golden light of your room shining through to his awaiting eyes, your perfect form slowly undressing after a long day. He can't help but wish it was him assisting you, slowly moving his fingers across your skin, slipping off any piece of fabric until you're completely naked for him.

. ｡✩ Soon enough, Neo is finding himself outside your apartment more and more. He can't help but to check in on you. Even with the show you unknowingly gave him early, he finds himself so intrigued just from watching you do the smallest of things. Whether how you tilt your head to the side every time you check the kitchen for a snack, or how you softly hum or sing around the house while cleaning, your image has him completely entranced. He can hardly keep up with his day job, instead choosing to call out often to get sleep after staying up late making sure you were still there. He worries if he sleeps you will surely disappear as if you were a dream all along. It eats at him how close he can get to you, and how far away he is from ever getting to actually interact with you.

. ｡✩ He starts to feel as if he can't get through the day without thinking of you, along with being away from you being so painful for him. He ends up buying a camera, not the type that you have to take in to develope either. He wants the instantaneous feeling that a Polaroid gives. He has to be so careful that you won't hear or see the cameras flash, but somehow that makes all of this so much more exciting for him. He keeps a photo in his wallet to get through the day.

. ｡✩ This is how Neo stayed under your radar for the first few weeks. That is until it wasn't enough for him. He began watching your every move, checking your schedule, and devising a plan to get into your apartment. He noticed your computer that first night, and he's been dreaming of hacking it since then. When he finally does enact his plan, he can hardly believe how easy it was to get in. You really should lock your doors more often, but in someway, Neo likes to imagine you wanted this, left it open for him, just like how you smiled at him on the train on that fateful day.

. ｡✩ He ends up hacking into your computer just as easily, giving himself full control of it, and even taking to your nice little webcam. He has ideas for that later, of course. He also takes this opportunity to walk through your home, picking up your little knicknacks and examining your prized possessions with the utmost interest. He's learning so much about you from what you leave around. The whole thing excites him, and he finds himself idolizing you. He wants to think of himself as a concerned boyfriend here, only one you can't know you have. For your own good, of course.

. ｡✩ He also can't forget the adorable underwear he saw you wearing the first time he saw you. He is delighted to find them in your room, and against his better judgements, he takes them, agreeing to never take something from your room again to justify it.

. ｡✩ That night Neo logs on from home, getting such a lovely pixelated view of your room. He can't believe how he's caught you either. With the perfect view of your bed, he finds you there, half naked and exposed to him, so innocent in thinking that you can get away with a private moment of ecstacy. Neo loves how you play with yourself, watching you with a burning hunger behind his eyes, wishing it was him giving you such pleasure.

. ｡✩ He imagines being there, parting your lovely legs and getting between them. He wants you to try to be modest, attempting to cover yourself or close your legs to him. He loves the idea of you being so shy about your gorgeous body. That you would never give such a beautiful body to anyone but him. He wants to lean down and kiss your lovely lips, then down to your neck where he can sink his teeth into your soft flesh and tease you. You would moan out in a way that leaves Neo breathless, gripping onto him and telling him how badly you want him.

. ｡✩ Neo thinks of this as he begins to unleash his hard cock from his jeans, his eyes glued to your form, watching your lips part with pleasure. He keeps your stolen panties close, taking them in his free hand and inhaling your scent, the idea of being able to eat you out making him so much harder. He would let you smother him with those gorgeous thighs, doing his best to keep up with your bucking hips. He can feel himself getting closer as he imagines it, taking the time to slow himself down, and watch you. He wants to cum at the same time, imagining he's the one who pushes you over the edge. He can hardly hold himself back, but he does, training himself on your form writhing on his computer screen. As soon as he sees you achieving your bliss, it's over for him, he can't help moan out your name as he finishes, almost as if he's making an oath of some sort to you.

. ｡✩ This becomes routine for him, if he's not outside your apartment he's watching you from his. He keeps your polaroid up to date in his wallet, and the old ones begin to adorn his walls. He just can't get enough of you. He knows, deep down, that you would never approve of any of this, never even talk to him again if you found out, but he can't stop himself. He's addicted to you, and he knows he can't quit you.

. ｡✩ You slowly start to notice odd things. You come home to your apartment sometimes, believing that you left one thing in a place, and finding it to be different. You can't help but feel crazy. It's the smallest things, harmless things. Your book is placed on the table differently, you can't find where you put that journal, you feel like your panty drawer is lighter, and they've yet to show up in the wash. When you tell your friends, no one bats an eye. They don't seem concerned at all, in fact one jokingly suggests maybe you have a ghost. You can't help but feel a chill, because while you don't feel like there is something paranormal happening here, ghost is the perfect word for it. You feel as if some shadowy figure has been following you as of late. It's just a feeling, one that puts the hair on your neck on end, a shiver down your spine, makes you walk home faster than normal. You can't prove any of this, of course, but you know something is off. The autumn air feels tainted every time you leave the house, you feel as if this taint is drifting with you everywhere you go.

. ｡✩ After a few months of getting to know you so intimately, reading your journals, taking note of the books you read, the movies you watch, where you work, what you do when you're all alone, how you talk in your sleep, Neo decides to do something bold. He cleans himself up, looking the best he has in a while, trying to hide his sleepy eyes behind a nice shirt and a good grooming. He approaches where you work, a cute little bookstore. The bells on the door chime as he walks in, a friendly demeanor in his stride.

. ｡✩ He comes in, and of course asks if you have your most read and worn book he found at your apartment. You have no idea about that of course, and instead see him as this handsome customer who somehow has an interest in your most beloved book. You talk to Neo with pleasure, and help him acquire the book. The whole interaction is a pleasant part of your day, whereas for Neo, his heart is racing the whole time. He feels as if he is a wolf in sheep's clothing, stalking his prey with such subtly and ease that he can hardly believe that it worked. He was sure you would see through his disguise, or recognize him from the train all those months ago. But you don't. Instead, when you ride home that night, you do think of him. You are somewhat crushing on this tall dark stranger, but you also can't shake an odd feeling when you think of him. You think it must be his eyes, for he seems so hungry and tired when he looked at you.

. ｡✩ Neo becomes a regular at the bookstore, showing up every week at least, and asking about books from you until you two are on a first name basis. Most of the books he asks for, you have always surprisingly read. But that's not unusual, you tell yourself, you're well read, it makes sense that you've heard of them. You still can't shake that strange feeling when you see Neo, but despite that, your crush for him grows. You begin blushing when he jokes with you about this or that, and you listen so intently about his opinion on the books you recommend him. You begin to care about what you wear to work, and wonder if he will come in. The leaves outside begin to turn orange by the time you start admitting to yourself the power those dark eyes hold on you.

. ｡✩ Then came the roses. You work for a local bookstore, and it's not unusual for other coworkers to receive this or that from their boyfriends or husbands. You're surprised when your name is placed on the note, along with a poem you know and love. You have such a heat in your cheeks from the beautiful and expensive looking bouquet that you have to go in the back to giggle to yourself. You think you know who sent them, but when Neo arrives for another book later in the week, he doesn't seem to let anything up to show it's him. He doesn't seem to deny it either when you mention them, and somehow his aloofness and mystery wraps you deeper around his finger. Neo knows this, and can barely conceal his teeth behind his smile. He can't let his little lamb know how exactly he has tricked her into such a romance.

. ｡✩ What really surprises Neo later though is how when he catches you playing with yourself once again, it's his name you're whispering out to your dark bedroom. He can barely contain himself. If he went with his hunter instinct he would go over to your place in that instant and fuck you senseless. He has to do everything in his power not to. He sleeps well knowing he's succeeded in enrapturing you.

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[shittalkcornstalk]

“Take One For The Team”

Part 2

Synopsis-The reader uses Buggy’s crush on them against him, but they’ll soon find that more people are aware of their scheme then they’d previously thought, and that for the plan to continue to work they’d have to sweeten the pot.

Warnings- xfemreader! , Use of Y/n, 18+ minor dni, Smut, mild manipulation on your part, alcohol use, weapons mention, age gap mention, Buggy is kind of creepy, just a little, masturbation, revealing clothes, mild allusions to pred/prey

A/n- Gahhhh I’m so happy y’all enjoyed the first chapter! Like I said last time, I’m quite new at this so getting so much support has been awesome! Once again please let me know if I missed tagging/warning about something! I have chapter 3 finished and chapter 4 is on its way!

Word Count- 2.4k

Chapter Two “A Woman’s Touch”

It was a horrible day for the Buggy pirates, a failed raid left Buggy absolutely pissed. It seemed no amount of little laughs or shoulder touches would put out this rage. You tried but were often met with grumbles and muttering. He felt weak and he needed to reinforce his power somehow, even if that cost your attention. That sacrifice only made him madder.

“I've been too soft on you pathetic lot, did you all witness the grand shittery I did yesterday. How embarrassing that was for me as a captain of what’s supposed to be one of the scariest crews on the east blue? You are asking for it now. You’re gonna return to your previous regiments, whipping you into the pirates worthy of Captain Buggy!”

And just like that back to square one. Your body ached after training and you were losing any ability to maintain the repertoire with Buggy. You didn't have the energy to care about how you said his name, or if you touched his shoulder that day. Laughing at his jokes was painful as it was, but now it was laborious. You wonder if Buggy had noticed your lack of enthusiasm, though this current you wasn’t far off from the original you he still liked, he seemed to look at you with anticipation to be met with not much in return as he unfortunately expected. Buggy was already pent up from the stress of entering the Grandline and now his favorite distraction gave him the cold shoulder.

You drink your rum and sob to Cabaji and Moji, who have training and your chores to maintain. After all, they still owed you for those 2 1/2 weeks in bliss. The three of you console one another when a figure approaches the little booth you huddle at.

“I know very well what the sneaky little three of you have been up to, and I want in,”

It’s Alvida, right hand of your Captain Buggy. Alvida was a powerful woman. As the only other woman on the ship, you’d teetered between a sense of comradery and an overwhelming intimidation from her. She was tall, thin, and gorgeous. She didn’t even register as one of Buggy’s crew as the clown never really phased her. But now she looked at you somehow desperately. She slumped down in the booth with you taking a big swig of her own drink.

“This game you've been playing with the captain, why’d you drop it all of a sudden- '' She pouted.

You play dumb in response “I have no clue what your talking about-“ You shift your eyes around the room”

“Oh come on misses ~captain buggy~” She mocks you with a high pitched tone clasping her hands together. “ You've been flirting with the captain and I have a strong feeling it's not cause you like him back, is it?”

Well shit, if Alvida knows, there's no point in lying. You look towards Cabaji and Moji and nod in agreement, you’ll let Alvida in on your little secret.

Cabaji explains the plan to have you lull the captain with a bit of flirting to keep him off our backs. Alvida smirks.

“And it worked clearly- but not anymore y/n, you've got to step it up for the sake of the crew. He can be such a prick all tensed up like this.” And just like the night the plans were initiated Alvida nudges you and says “Take one for the team-“ A phrase you are starting to loathe.

You do not like how this plan has evolved from subtle flirting to whatever Alvida, a woman known to use her whiles against men, had in mind for you.

“I don't know what you want from me Alvida, but I already told these two I am not sleeping with him, and if I’m being honest I don’t want to lead him on into the wrong idea-anything super direct is off the table”

“Well duh, you can do alot with very little, clearly we just need to sweeten the pot darling. Make those little moments all the more tempting. I do have a suggestion though that I think will up the anti so to speak. Come to my room tomorrow morning, bring your clothes- all of them”

“Fine, but now you have to let me have access to the private liquor cabinet on the ship-“

Alvida nods, “Fine it’s a deal, I’ll see you tomorrow-take a shower before you get there”

And you obliged, Alvida ran through your clothing picking out pieces and throwing others into a ‘no pile’. You quickly noticed which clothes were being encouraged . Tiny crop tops and little denim skirts, short shorts you knew rode in the crack and pretty much anything tight, colorful, and feminine. She'd even go as far as to cut up a few shirts and pants to accommodate your new ‘uniform’. Ones she'd swear would aid in the plan. Laying out a rather revealing outfit, you put it on and damn did it fit right. It showed off quite a bit, but anything to stop the torment. Alvida also set you up with a bit of a makeup and hair routine. Luckily your hair was already in good shape from the previous benefits Buggy allowed you, but makeup was a little different. Nothing much but Alvida took time to rosy up your cheeks, ecensuare your eyes, and make your lips juicy and kissable. You looked back at yourself in her full length mirror and you liked what you saw, hopefully Buggy did too, if this was to work he had to.

When breakfast time rolled around you made your way to the captains table, Alvida trailed slowly behind as you entered. This “new you” wasn’t too far off from your original appearance, it just made you stand out a bit more. It definitely reinforced that you were the only other woman on the crew, as you saw eyes look you up and down. Some from crew mates, Cabaji and Moji eyeing you snickering to themselves, but most importantly your Captain. His eyes widened and he took a break from the breakfast he’d been eating to set his fork down and eye you up. You knew at this point he’d been eyeing you on many occasions for a long time, but it was never this blatant. He shifted up and down your figure smirking to himself. This attention from so many people felt weird, there was a heavy tension in the room as you headed over to the Captain’s table to join your target for breakfast. He looked at you the entire time, and his eyes shifted to your thighs as they spread slightly as you sat down, a sight he’d never had the pleasure of noticing in your previous more concealing outfits. You look up at the idiots in front of you and they lean and dart their eyes towards the captain in a motioning way. It’s time for you to do your job, but this felt different, at least a little bit. Before you’d had full control over the situation, but now more exposed then you were used to and lingering eyes waiting for your next move you felt like you were being stalked. You swallow your anxiety, and look up at your Captain, smiling hesitantly.

“Good Morning Captain Buggy, how are you today?” Your voice waivers and if Cabaji and Moji didn’t know better they’d think you were actually intimidated by the man you mock so openly. The problem was you were intimidated.

“I’m doing great doll, especially now…” Buggy continues to eye you down, he’s eating up the hesitation in your voice, he thinks he’s getting to you, is he…? He grips his fork and takes a forceful bite, never shifting his eyes. While you're in a room full of people he’s made it feel as if it’s just the two of you. You can’t look away. Buggy the Clown is making it well aware to you now where you lie in the food chain and it’s under him.

“Any reason you decided to get all dolled up today? Don't get your hopes up sweets we aren’t going anywhere special-“

“Ah no reason at all..” You roll your eyes towards the others trying to break his gaze but it doesn’t let up. “Just trying something different I guess” You need some power in this situation, you’ve got to make this about him again somehow. You stumble out “Why…do you like it?” You cringe at how direct you were in that statement, hoping no one picked up on it.

He was caught off guard, his eyes widened and his grin stretched across his face. He leaned into you a bit to whisper to you.

“ Does it matter how I feel, doll? Do you want me to like it?” He said it in a hush tone, he may have wanted you badly but he didn’t need the rest of the crew to know that. He wanted this flirting to be just for you guys.

You gulp and finally break the tension with a stammering awkward response. Waving your hands and blushing profusely all you can get out is gibberish “What! No I mean…hahah..ahhh’” Looking for an out you see his plate is empty and grab your nearly full plate “looks like we both are finished I’ll take care of this…” and you storm away.

Alvida meets you at the kitchen after seeing the whole event transpire. She laughs at you and pats you on the back.

“You played that differently than I thought you would y/n it was incredible… I mean playing into the cutesy blushing mess is gonna eat at that man up for day. If I didn’t know any better I’d be convinced you actually at a crush on the son of a bitch-“

You are all heated up and just ugghhhh. “It’s not that it’s just I didn’t know he could be like that, all up close and personal. It totally took me out of my rhythm. I know he’s a feared pirate captain, but after seeing him get all blubbery and goofy from the other stuff I couldn’t imagine he’d have the self restraint to actually flirt- to be intimidating like that.”

Alvida chuckles “ I have to admit even I’m impressed he managed to elicit that response out of you, are you sure you don’t have a little crush on him? Cause I can help with that too if we’re switching course-“

“Noooo , I don’t know if I want to keep doing this if it’s gonna be this intense. What if this actually goes somewhere-what if we makes a move-“

“Come on Buggy probably just got a little too excited seeing you like this for the first time, you crossed all his wires and he came across a little strong. We’ll see how he is today and if the plan is still working. It’s up to you if you wanna continue doing this, but you saw how well it worked earlier, it made all of our lives easier, even Captains.”

It did work earlier, and it worked today. Captain had called for an independent study day, the crew was to work at and hone their own skills. It was still training, but leagues above the other regiments, on top of that he’d cooped himself up in his room working on charts for the day after breakfast. He’d hadn’t been overseeing the training, so you all had the opportunity to go at your own tasks pretty lazily. You ended in knife training with Cabaji and a couple others, working off some of that pent up tension from earlier. You had to put bike shorts under the skirt you were wearing to avoid flashing the others when you were practicing combat. Why did he get you like that? Why were his words sticking in your head so intently?

Captain Buggy was held up in his room. This morning was something else. He’d convinced himself he lost your attention after this week's aunslaught of training, but today's little stunt you pulled showed him you were still on your way to being all his. God the tiny skirt you wore with that tight sweater. He’d burned the image of your hips swaying over to the table, your eyes never leaving his, into his brain . You’d been too afraid to break eye contact at that moment, but to him it looked like an invitation, a way to tell him exactly what you were dressing like that for. He shuddered at the thought of you stuttering to him, the way your lips trembled saying his name. He wanted that again, he wanted you to shutter his name while he was on top of you. He felt himself stiffen at the thought of your thighs spread open on his bed, with that same cute embarrassed expression. “Hmmmmm” He’d canceled the regiment today because he knew he couldn’t bear to see you sweat in that outfit, he barely kept himself together at breakfast, and now he was begging for release. He began pumping at himself and a low groan rolled from his chest. He’d touched himself to you before but he’d never had this much to work off of. “God y/n please- fuck-“ He felt himself lose it under the thought of you. “You’re gonna be all mine, I’m gonna make you mine-mine-“ Before long, he felt his release to the thought of you. He shuddered at the mess he’d made. The pleasure was substandard to what he could only envision your touch to be like. He knew he couldn’t maintain like this for long, with you toying with him. He was determined to make you fall for him, even if that meant having your crew fall behind, he had to find opportunities to have you see him in a more casual light. Looking at the charts he plotted a course leading to a string of small towns filled. Perhaps you both needed a little vacation.

[ms--lobotomy]

"You know, I've always wondered if things like you bleed."

I'm going to try my hand at pred/prey. The obvious choice would be anyone from the Night Lords, but Misty already wrote two fantastic fics with the concept so I'm going to go with (drumroll...) Sanguinius. Have fun!

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summary: sanguinius gets hungry 😊

word count: 930

content warnings: pred/prey vibes, consent is kind of dubious, vampire stuff

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The Red Tear was massive, and it was easy to get lost in. The walls were lined with art pieces done by various Blood Angels, delicately framed with ornate wood pieces. You kept a brisk pace through the flagship, your Remembrancer robes flowing behind you, only glancing at the paintings every so often. Your gaze came upon a painting of the Primarch Sanguinius whose eyes seemed to follow you around the room. You shuddered and continued on your way.

As you made your way through the winding hallway, the crowd thinned. You looked over your shoulder. Nothing but serfs and the odd space marine to be found. He would have made himself very apparent in the crowd; if his inhumanly tall figure wasn't enough, his wings gave him away.

You turned down one of the little hallways branching off of this larger one and scanned for a good place to hide. The paintings were sparser here, and not as well lit. You slowed your pace. There was an unassuming door up ahead. It looked perfect to hide in. So, you approached the door and entered the room.

You slumped against the wall, scanning the room. It must have been some sort of electrical hub, with wires and nodes all around you. It was big enough for a Primarch to fit in, but a hiding spot was a hiding spot. At least, it was until you heard footsteps heavier than any space marine's.

You felt your shoulders tense up as you pressed against the wall of this ugly room. "Did you think you could run forever, darling?" you heard a familiar voice ask from a little ways outside the room. His voice was saccharine sweet. You felt your heartbeat in your throat. Don't answer. Don't answer. The footsteps slowed to an agonizing pace. You could hear each one thunk against the ground.

You had time to think. No, you had to think, you couldn't do anything else. Why was he so interested in you? What did you have that others aboard the Red Tear didn't? You had only heard of his rage, you'd only ever had one in-person interaction with him. You were tasked to create a portrait of him before he'd gone into battle one time. He'd looked you up and down, smiled at you, and uttered those damming words.

"You know, I've always wondered if things like you bleed."

You could see his fangs glint while he talked. And you and him stared at each other for a few seconds, before he let out a slight chuckle. "If I were you, I'd run the second you get back on that battleship." He turned away to face his space marines, leaving you to contend with everything.

So you'd hurried your way back onto the battleship, face warm with as many emotions as you could feel at once. Confusion? Fear? Those were normal things to feel about this interaction. But there was something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.

And you hadn't time to think about this further, as the door was all but kicked open by the Primarch Sanguinius. You saw his crazed visage scan the room for you for a split second before his eyes came upon you. You wanted to run, you wanted to try your hand at escaping him, but that feeling you couldn't put your finger on was welling up again. So you froze.

He walked slowly towards you, a satisfied expression on his face. His wings fluttered a little behind him as he walked. When he got to you, he kicked your legs open, and knelt down in front of you. You beheld him, his pallid face perfectly framed with wavy blonde hair. You saw something almost mournful in his eyes. You saw restraint. His breath was hot on your face. You wanted to ask him why, why you, why he was fixated on you out of all of the people on the Red Tear.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the wall by your head. You balled your hands into fists. "Show me your neck," he commanded. His head was slightly below yours, threatening to meet the top of your chest.

"And..." you trailed off, trying to fit the words to what you wanted to express. "And if I don't, my lord?"

He tightened his grip on your wrists, threatening to leave a bruise. He grit his teeth slightly, his fangs visible again. "Just let me feed," he said, a desperate plea in his voice. "Please?"

"Alright," you relented, exposing your bare neck. His hand left your fist to brush a strand of hair away from your neck. His touch was impossibly light on your skin. You winced as you felt his fangs sink into your flesh, the fists that you had bared reduced to hands twitching about. You felt weak against the wall. His wings enveloped you, threatening to never let go. Just before you felt like you were going to drop to the ground, Sanguinius relented.

You looked down at him. There was a more feral desire in his eyes now, even if the color returned to his cheeks. A little bit of blood poured from the wounds that he had made, but his focus was not there. You felt his eyes roving the contours of your body again, and felt that funny feeling welling up again.

"Anything else I can help you with, my lord?" you asked as you felt a hand go up your robes.

"Just relax," he said as you felt his hand upon your chest.