#thin pred

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

Mr.Jiji got hungry and ate someone who got too close to the voraious criminal, oh well they look better on his gut anyways

[roylustang]

5 weeks ago I was so injured I couldn’t even run 3 miles and now not only am I fully healed I also PR’ed my half marathon time by over 5 minutes and PR’ed every single distance below that this week without even TRYING. What is going ON.

[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.

[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.

[teal-fiend]

prey delivery service

summary: a pred being rude because his prey delivery was late to arrive

The clock ticked past midnight, and the predator’s patience ran thin. He reclined on his leather couch, fingers drumming irritably on the armrest as he glared at his phone screen, waiting for the delivery that was already half an hour late.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, sending another angry text to his personal assistant. She’d promised everything would be in order, that the ‘food’ would be there in five minutes. But here he was, stomach growling, craving the feel of something fresh (very fresh) and warm inside him.

Just as he was about to let out a growl of frustration, the door finally opened, and in walked a pair of delivery men, flanking a nervous young man. 

The predator’s gaze swept over him, sizing him up with narrowed eyes, hunger-tainted. He was perfect, plump, and there was something deliciously soft about him. This would do nicely. 

“Finally,” The predator sighed, sounding as if he’d just endured the worst day of his life. “You know, if you’re going to offer this kind of service, you could at least be on time.”

The young man gulped, wide-eyed as the delivery men guided him further into the room, like guiding cattle towards the slaughterhouse. The assistant rushed in a few seconds behind them, and began to apologise, explaining there had been a delay with traffic, but the predator waved her off.

“Just get him over here,” he snapped, gesturing to the trembling young man. “I’m not sitting around listening to excuses. You know how my stomach gets if I’m not fed on time.”

Oddly on cue, his stomach intruded with a thick, angry growl. A few people jumped at that sound. The predator grimaced, and put a hand over it. 

The delivery men guided the young man closer, positioning him within reach, but the predator didn’t move, he merely glared up at them. “Well?” he barked, arms crossed. “I’m waiting.”

The delivery men exchanged a hesitant glance, and one of them leaned down to coax the prey forward - it was supposed to offer itself up to the predator - but the prey wasn’t having it. 

“Uhm, what’s going on?” The prey stutters. The predator’s gaze whips over to his assistant, who shrugs. He looks towards the delivery men, who have a similarly vacant expression.

The predator tutted, rolling his eyes at the awkward situation. 

“Honestly, you’re telling me he didn’t know what he was signed up for? This is ridiculous.”

Finally, the young man met the predator’s gaze, swallowing hard, fear etched across his face. The predator’s expression softened just enough to appear less intimidating, though impatience still simmered under his skin. 

“You were sent here as my meal. I am going to eat you.”

“W-what?!”

Before wasting any more time, he reached up, pulling the man closer, and gave a smug, satisfied hum as he opened his mouth and began to devour.

Each swallow was deliberate, the predator taking his time to savour every inch, pausing to breathe and let his stomach expand as it grew tauter. His belly began to bulge like it had many times during its career. It strained against his shirt buttons, which were stretched to their limit by the time he finished. He licked his lips, content as he gave his belly a proprietary pat.

But then, a twinge of discomfort pinched him as he adjusted in his seat, and he scowled at his assistant. “Unbutton me,” he snapped, exasperated. She stepped forward, carefully but quickly undoing the buttons over his prey-filled stomach until he could breathe easier. The relief was palpable, but he gave her a disdainful look as if it were her fault for not foreseeing that slight discomfort.

“Finally,” he said loudly, reclining back and giving his belly a smug rub. “You know, this would’ve been much easier if he’d been here on time. Now my stomach’s all worked up, thanks to you lot.” He shot the assistant a cold glare.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, keeping her tone even as she packed up and prepared to leave.

The predator huffed and closed his eyes, settling back with a groan. “Well, see that it doesn’t happen again. I don’t care what it takes; I expect my meal on time.”

As the last of the staff shuffled out, he relaxed fully, sinking into the chair, his fingers idly squeezing at his gut. The deep, tight fullness soothed him, and slowly, he drifted into sleep, Grumbling incoherently about tardiness and incompetence. 

His sleepy brain was still fired up as he lay, edging towards sleep - How hard was it to keep a predator of his stature properly fed, relaxed, and—ideally—never left waiting?

And that prey… Well, he tasted fine, but the prep was completely unacceptable.

The predator planned on telling his assistant to make sure his prey has been well-prepared next time—no shivering or backing away. The predator did not want to deal with nerves while he was trying to enjoy a meal. 

After all, someone of his calibre deserved nothing less than absolute perfection, a full belly and none of the waiting. The predator fell asleep Entirely satisfied with himself.

[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.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Perhaps some Grimsley prompts with like Marshal or Nanu? I imagine his gambling can net him some good meals, until he becomes one himself.

Love the choices for who to have interact with him. Ended up just writing a couple with him as pred though!

M.arashel grits his teeth with wide eyes as he stares at the hand laid out before him. He’s been wanting to get in a good match with G.rimsley for a while, but being that he’s both much stronger and has the type advantage, there was always some excuse to weasel out of playing against a stacked deck. M.arashel had finally caved and offered to do whatever game G.rimsley suggested…

It had been poker, and as M.arashel found out, he has a terrible poker face. Of course, he’d been too proud to just accept his defeat, so he kept asking for more rounds with bigger and bigger prizes until finally…

“Well, I think it’s about time I cashed out,” G.rimsley says with a thin smile. He stands up from the table, shuffling his cards back together.

“W-Wait, hold on, give me one more game! I know I’ve got this!” M.arashel demands. In all honesty, he could easily overpower G.rimsley if he really wanted to. But his pride wouldn’t allow it—he had to beat G.rimsley at the game. If he could just get one more game in…

“As much fun as it’s been, it’s always best that the game ends eventually.” G.rimsley walks around the table and stops at M.arashel’s side. “Besides, I’m rather famished. No hard feelings, M.arashel. For every winner, that has to be a loser…”

“I…” M.arashel can’t get the words out, his teeth grit tightly and his entire body tense. It makes his muscles bulge out and his mighty stature shake. A lithe hand gently rests on his shoulder and G.rimsley leans in closer. A swipe of the man’s tongue up the side of his face makes him tense and suck in a breath. He just knows that G.rimsley is enjoying this.

“…and for every predator, there has to be a prey,” G.rimsley adds, just as his jaws yawn open wide. M.arashel can’t look away from the pitch-black gullet before him. Appropriate, he thinks, for a Dark-type specialist. Even more so when those jaws finally lunge and his world goes dark.

G.rimsley grins wide, humming in approval around the head of his meal. He begins to gulp, hands moving to help ease M.arashel’s body into his jaws. It takes some effort to get those bulky shoulders wedged in, but once he manages that much, it’s rather smooth sailing. For his part, M.arashel is completely still, doing nothing to resist his fate as each thick gulp pulls him deeper and deeper toward an early tomb.

Once he’s past those large pecs and chiseled abs, G.rimsley begins to ease himself into the chair M.arashel had once been sitting in. He tips his head back, helping the man’s muscular legs up into the air so he can allow them to begin slipping down his gullet. His usually thin stomach is stretching obscenely, showing off a tight, detailed bulge of the beefy martial artist that’s being crammed inside. It must be incredibly uncomfortable…

M.arashel’s feet kick weakly as they sink down past G.rimsley’s lips. The gambler closes his eyes with a serene expression, keeping his jaws open as the last of his meal slurps down into the darkness of his gullet. A soft, content sigh escapes him and he feels the last of his winnings settle in the pit of his stomach. It’s soon interrupted by a deep, harsh belch that roars out of him and sends a slimy glove flying up into the air. It lands on the table with a wet splat.

G.rimsley slowly rubs over the taut bulge of M.arashel’s head, grinning from ear to ear. A bit of drool rubs down his chin but he doesn’t care to wipe it. He’s too busy enjoying the sensation of his engorged, pale stomach sitting before him between his legs.

“Thank you for such an exciting game,” G.rimsley says politely, rubbing over his stomach. “You were an excellent player.”

M.arashel can’t say anything. It’s taking all of his willpower to simply not go into a full-blown panic. So he sits there in the dank, tight, dark pit of G.rimsley’s stomach. Feeling the walls squeeze and churn over him, knowing that they will easily destroy his powerful body…his willpower is the only thing stopping him from snapping. If nothing else, he wanted to go down with his dignity

G.rimsley scoops up his cards to shuffle his deck together as his stomach churns and groans wetly. He has enough respect for M.arashel not to trade him anymore at this point. His stomach will be handling everything just fine from this point on anyway.

It’s a rough and messy process. G.rimsley’s tight stomach is constrictive and unkind, giving M.arashel little relief as he’s digested. His powerful body failing against the onslaught of digestion, the detailed bulges slowly losing their definition with time as he’s being smelted down. G.rimsley politely stifles belches into his fist as he plays a dividing game of solitaire to pass the time, giving M.arashel some privacy as he’s claimed.

Eventually, the man’s stomach rounds out with a wet churn and a final shudder of his meal. G.rimsley places the last cars down and stands up. His gut wobbles and sloshes wetly and a raunchy belch escapes him suddenly. The perfect game of solitaire is disturbed by a second glove splatting in the middle of it, scattering cards around. G.rimsley sighs and gently picks the glove up to put with the other.

“Best meal I’ve had in a while,” G.rimsley comments as he starts to scoop his cards up again. His guts burble and wobble, shrinking a little more. He knows from experience he’ll be back to his thin and trim build in no time. All that powerful, well-trained muscle providing little more than a meal and nothing else. The only proof of M.arashel’s existence will be the two gloves that came up…

And they’ll look very nice in G.rimsley’s chamber with the other trophies he has from various victories. Another harsh belch escapes G.rimsley as he begins to walk away, gut sloshing back and forth as it works hard. He’ll have to talk to A.lder about finding a new member of the E.lite Four. Although…with a swipe of his tongue over his lips, G.rimsley ponders if it might just be easier to offer a similar game to the champion. He has to wonder if the master plays better than the apprentice…

—

A.lola is such a beautiful region. It was a lovely place to spend some time, as G.rimsley decided while enjoying some time off. Why can’t a Dark type specialist like himself enjoy some ‘fun in the sun’, after all. Especially when his lovely S.harpedo seems to enjoy the warm sea waters so much.

Of course, he has come for another reason. He’d heard of N.anu, a fellow Dark-type specialist, and when there were so few to begin with, G.rimsley had simply been ecstatic to come and meet him properly. Sure, it seems like the office has his hands full with that whole Team Skull business, but G.rimsley hopes he can help the man unwind a bit…

A sudden belch escapes G.rimsley and he puts a hand to his mouth. “Oh, excuse me…” he murmurs to no one in particular. He reaches down with his other hand to rub over his stomach gently, feeling it shift and burble wetly. It hangs out of his kimono, basking in the warm sunlight on the beach.

Stuck inside, probably already half digested, is A.lola’s very own Dark-type specialist--N.anu. G.rimsley and the officer already have a bit of a rapport, and is the reason the E.lite Four member had come to this region. It had been mostly friendly, of course. But poor N.anu...he just can’t seem to step out of the shadows. Always sitting in that station of his, surrounded by M.eowth. G.rimsley couldn’t let such a thing just go on!

...well, N.anu isn’t getting all that much sunlight right now. If anything, it’s much, much darker where he is. Also, he might be a little digested right now. But isn’t that just the gamble you take? If he hadn’t been so difficult to get out there, maybe G.rimsley wouldn’t have taken such extreme measures. Another belch bubbles out of him, this one sending a shoe out of his jaws and plopping into the sand. G.rimsley sighs contently, rubbing over his gut. Does it look a little smaller? Well, in due time, it won’t be so ambiguous...

“If you had simply gone with me to the beach when I asked, I’m sure you would be enjoying the warmth of the sun rather than the warmth of my--” G.rimsley’s gut bulges from a sharp kick that makes his stomach slosh thickly, and another belch roars out of him. Well, at least he got the other shoe out after all. He rubs over his gut slowly now, giving it a few pats. Definitely looks smaller. “I did tell you that you’d be going no matter what...suppose that’s a gamble you lost on, hm?” He chuckles himself as he goes back to enjoying the tropical weather and the delicious food that’s come with it.

[suzyandthefox]

Anger issues

Old badly written reader X OC drabble that I'm going to post because @opikarts insisted.

Featuring Lumen from my previous Fic but in his normal size snd not his mini size.

Soft safe M/reader g/t vore, unwilling prey and angry pred (happy ending I swear)

Tw: cigarettes and like, two swear words

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie @opikarts (ask if you want to be added)

I was having a bad night, but you shouldn't have been the victim of that.

I had an argument that night, and I left the apartment to go for a late night walk, but even though the night was calm, my heart was filled with rage.

Each cigarette I burnt and the fire that it created in my lungs was no match for the fire that stirred in my heart.

I was desperate, frustrated, knowing wholeheartedly that my efforts were futile, but it's not that I knew a better way…

Hunger, hunger was eating at my insides, in many ways I was starved.

I walked into an alleyway in hopes of finding a stray animal to feed on, anything, and you, my poor little one, made the mistake of being in my sight.

 I saw you in the corner of my eye, running away, unable to catch your breaths, you must have been running for your life, from a cat perhaps? A dog? A rat?

Being a borrower must be very hard, everything wants a taste of you, especially when you live in a world like ours, where dangers surround you from every corner, like a spider waiting for it's prey.

That night, to my deepest regrets, I was one of those dangers. 

As soon as I found you I reached out to catch you, and I was no cat nor dog nor human, but a creature of the night, a creature beyond what you could imagine.

So it was a chase that lasted a second, you were already doomed as soon as I saw you.

I held your weak, flailing form for a few moments, taking your appearance before I decided what to do with you.

You were thin, frail, so unbelievably…small.

Not just in a physical way, but the way you curled and hugged yourself, I barely saw your frizzy hair as you hid your head between your hands, you truly feared what came next.

You shivered and I was unsure if it was fear or coldness, and either way I pitied you.

But I was hungry, angry, I lost control and I wished to regain it,even if you were going to be the victim of that.

The tragic truth was, no one was going to miss you if you were to disappear.

In my mind the plan was simple enough, I was going to devour you, swallow your weak,frail form whole, and keep you within me until I have calmed down, then let you go.

So I ignored your cries and your desperate begging, they weren't even audible to begin with, I took a drag of my cigarette and blew the smoke in your face in hopes that you would shut up, you only let out a weak whimper.

“I'm sorry” the words were there, at the tip of my tongue, but I was…I couldn't say them, and I couldn't find a reason either.

Instead I shoved you in my mouth, at least I made sure my teeth wouldn't touch you. 

I didn't want to hurt you, and I didn't want to hurt you, you were only a victim of my anger, even in my rage I understood that you were innocent.

You fought against my teeth and tongue,but your efforts were futile, not only you were laughably weak against me, but you were already quite very tired.

You tasted like salt, dirt, rocks… but underneath the grim taste of all that I tasted a hint of sweetness, a sweetness I truly craved.

It made me consider being merciful on you.

I could easily tell, you weren't meant to be on the street, you used to be somewhere nicer… what happened? 

You stopped moving, so I swallowed you…you didn't fight against me.

I felt you…I felt the weight of your sorrows and your fear, to the point where I have almost forgotten my anger, did you truly deserve this?

Did you deserve to be held hostage by me, just because I was hungry and you happened to be snack sized?

I couldn't help but put a hand on where you are, right under my heart.

It worked, I was barely feeling any anger now, but instead I felt pain, your pain, it's almost as if I swallowed your emotions with you…

I considered giving you freedom, you did what you were meant to do, there was no reason for me to make you a prisoner of mine.

But perhaps I should apologize first…explain my intentions to you, at least so you would understand that you weren't meant to be food.

And then I remembered, even underneath the dirt your clothing weren't drags, you weren't meant to be on the street…

 You were going to die if it wasn't for me finding you … perhaps by swallowing you I saved your life.

Thoughts filled my head as I heard you whimper, I felt you curl as if you were trying to hide from me, and it wasn't pity that I felt, not anymore.

I was remorseful, regretful, I did so much harm to an innocent borrower just because they happened to be a borrower, and I happened to be hungry.

“Little one?” The words left me without thinking, you didn't say a word, but you let out a soft squeak, you must’ve been surprised that I would care about you when I just ate you alive.

Like a mouse you were, soft and skittish…and adorable.

“Are you alright? Physically?”

“...yeah…” the dying hope in your voice crushed me into a million pieces.

“I… I'm sorry…I'm so very sorry” 

I finally gathered the courage to say it.

“I was hungry, and angry, and stressed…”

“I let out my anger on you, I shouldn't have, but it made sense, even though it shouldn't have…”

 Just like I was trying to form a coherent apology for you, but even I didn't know why I did that.

My apology was interrupted by your tiny touch, I felt your hand on the wall of my stomach and I wanted to touch you back.

“You were … angry?” You asked through your tears.

“Yes,sweet little one, I was”

“Are you angry now?” You asked me.

I took a deep breath.

“No, baby, I'm not,”

“Would you like me to let you out?”

I, of course, expected the answer to be yes, but to my shock… you refused.

“You are a vampire so…it won't hurt here, right? I'm going to be alright?”

“Well yes, yes you will be safe, but_”

“Then I want to stay here.” You sounded tired, so very tired.

And so was I.

I decided to respect your wishes… Ultimately I was a safer place for you than anywhere else, but it truly pained me, I couldn't help but ask myself:

What is it that you went through, that made you prefer a monster’s stomach over…literally anywhere else? 

“Are you sure you don't_”

“No, I'm good,” you insisted with stubbornness.

“Very well, I guess I'm keeping you for the rest of the night, what's your name?”

“(Your name)”

“I wish I could have met you in better circumstances, that aren't me being angry and starving.”

“But alas, it was charming to meet you nonetheless, thank you…”

“You can call me Lumen.”

“You had a real bad day today, didn't you?” I felt your voice through my bones, as quiet as it was.

“Why don't you sleep, lil’ one? You sound pretty damn tired and so am I…”

At least you had a soft, comfortable place to sleep in, I still had to figure out where I was going to stay tonight if I wasn't going to go back home.

“But I wanted…” you yawned and i felt you move into a comfortable position, which made me at ease…

I truly hoped that you too, were at ease, and that you weren't lying to me…

“No buts, goodnight baby…I'm sorry again…” 

I listened to you and stayed in place, until I only heard soft snoring from you, it was both a great feeling that I was an undead mean of protection for you, and a painful one that I was the mean of protection.

I had decided to know everything about you when you woke up, but at that moment I let you find solidarity in sleep.

I'm sorry…and thank you.

[intestinalemphasis]

I love the idea of instant teleportation, because I love the idea of it going wrong.

A college student of a magical school is learning this difficult spell, practicing teleporting to very specific locations. Outside areas are fairly easy, but sometimes the magic goes a little funny when it has to work through buildings and objects.

And living things.

Another student is helping them with those difficult parts. They hand the eager spellcaster a book with edited parts around it, changing up the way the spell works so that it will be easier to get into confined locations.

"I'll go into another room, and you just try to teleport to me. You'll get through in no time!"

The spellcaster nodded, eager to see if his attempts will finally prove worth it. As their friend walks away, they miss the dark smirk on their face...

The spellcaster stands in the middle of their room, focusing their magic. They can feel their body starting to change as it's about to zip across the atmosphere towards its destination. They focus on their friend and colleague. And with a flash of light, they poof into thin air...

...And straight into the belly of their fellow student. They groan, as steaming hot walls clamp around them, squeezing into a space not meant to hold something so big.

Outside, the friend sighs and pats their engorged stomach. They can just barely make out the curled up form of their friend sitting in their belly, likely pleading to be rescued from this unfortunate mishap.

The pred chuckles at their friends demise,

"good job! You nailed that spell perfectly. Welcome to the inside, I hope you make yourself at home, you'll be here for...quite some time..."

Their belly gave an ominous gurgle, as digestion sought to begin around its new food...

[ilikebigbellydotnom]

The headcannon behind this one is that an evil scumbag villan has captured the loop crew and forces them to be consumed on stage by their leader, lupin keeps a brave face cause he can control his acids for a short time, however from the belching in his throat.... it seems he maybe be running out of time to save his friends and get out of his current jam

[imaginaryf1shots]

Heatstroke | Max Verstappen

WC: 2.6K

Max x Platonic!Driver!reader, Grid x Driver!reader

Summery: When you made the switch to Formula 1, no one told you how bad the Qatar GP can be

Warning: Heatstoke??

Masterlist

Max Masterlist

y/n y/f/n, is a name that’s been making headlines for months now. When the rumours first started everyone thought they were just, that, rumours. But in F1 rumours don’t just come out of thin air, especially ones like this. Red Bull is changing their line up and they’re bringing in a female? A woman whose already in her mid-20s. A NASCAR driver, a runner up for the drivers’ championship three times. Not many switch from other series to Formula, the other way around. Yes. So, it’s a rumour everyone presumed.

But why are there photos of you in Milton Keynes? Why is Max suddenly following you on Instagram? Why is your NASCAR team not posting you on their social media anymore? How come it’s already the winter break and no confirmation on who will be take the empty seat in the Red Bull team?

You ignored your social media, since someone leaked your move from NASCAR to F1. You stopped caring a long time ago, stopped looking a long time ago. A long life in motorsports taught you not to care. The life of a female in motorsports is not easy even now in the 21st century. Female fans have it hard, female presenters have it hard, female mechanics have it hard, and certainly female drivers have it hard. But it only made you stronger and your skin thicker.

When Red Bull finally announced that you’d be the one driving for them in the new season, they were met with both positive and negative response. You’re an enigma coming into the sport. No one’s seen you in a Formula 1 car before, or a car in the feeder series. But you did start in karting and your records are still unbroken.

While everyone was enjoying their winter break, you spent it training in the gym, on the sim, and in previous F1 cars. No time to spare, to get you ready for the new season. A season Red Bull has high hopes for.

You were able to meet Max a few times since you joined the team, but he was mostly off enjoying his break. Only by the time the preparations for the new season that he’s actually got to know you. Surprisingly to many, you and Max got on well with each other. Max instantly took a liking to you, you may be not that much younger than him, but he saw you as a younger sister. Max also did his homework while he was on vacation and watched many of your races in NASCAR and he was impressed, he couldn’t wait for you to race in F1. Like his team, he thinks your experience will bring in a fresh eye to the sport and to the team.

The pre-season practice was the first time you met the rest of the grid. Everyone has been pleasant and nice; Lewis Hamilton had a long talk with you about your experience in motorsports as a female and he shared some of his challenges being the only black man in the history of the sport. It was such a long and deep talk; the 7 times world champion gave you his number and promised to chat more later.

Max pulled you to the talking circle he was having, he was talking to Lando, Carlos and Charles. You loved how much he tried to include you in on everything, make you feel welcome.

It was the Qatar Grand Prix, a race almost everyone hated, just for the fact that it’s one of, if not the, hottest races on the calendar. You had no idea how hot it could get, but the team tried to pred you as much as they could. FP1-3 were hard when you were doing long runs, it got hot in the cockpit. You’re thankful they decided to not have a sprint this year. You had no idea how you’ll manage in the actual race. Water was your friend since FP1.

“How do you handle all that heat?” You asked Max, as you laid on a sofa on the side of the debriefing room, he was on a chair as if he wasn’t just in the car melting.

“Lots of water and eat whatever I’m given.” Max said sipping on his cold-water bottle. “Didn’t you train for the heat after the last race?”

“I did, but it’s still nothing like the real thing.” You mumbled, Max patted your knee in sympathy.

“Hey, you did good though, starting P2 tomorrow.” Max tried to cheer you up, you gave a weak smile.

“Okay, everyone here?” You sat up from the sofa and moved to your chair for the meeting.

The race was too long in your opinion, definitely one of the hardest races you had to do in your career. How can it be so hot at night, the humidity was killing you.

“No one said it’ll be this hard before I joined.” You complain through your radio, something you don’t usually do, since the media likes to call you whiney and used as an excuse as to why women shouldn’t be in Formula 1.

“Thought you might change your mind.” Your engineer teased and you sighed.

“I might’ve.” You joked back, knowing you wouldn’t, sweat was dripping everywhere. “How many laps left?”

“16, hang in there and drink water.”

“You mean tea, it’s so hot, still don’t get why you couldn’t throw cold water on me.” You had a gap between you and George Russel in P4 behind you and you were closing in on Lando in front of you. You were getting closer lap after lap. He undercut you earlier in the race and now you’re 2 seconds behind him.

“Maybe next time… gap to Norris 1.4.”

The next 5 laps were hard, you managed to overtake Lando, but it took so much out of you.

“Okay, just keep your head down.” Your race engineer said, and it took a few seconds for you to register what he was saying and a few more to answer him.

“Okay.” Your voice was breathy and weaker than earlier.

“Almost there.” He encouraged you; you hummed and did your best to keep the lead you have on Lando now, you’re in clean air, no car in sight in front of you.

“How many laps?” You asked but stopped talking as you felt like you’d throw up if you talked more.

“2 more, drink water even if it’s hot.”

You didn’t respond, there was no more water, it was too hot, but you drank and sweated everything already. The last lap felt so long, your car slowed down just slightly, but not enough for Lando to catch up with you.

“Well done y/n, that’s P2!” Your engineer cheered and you smiled weakly proud of yourself for finishing the race.

“Yay.” That was the weakest yay you’ve ever said. The in lap seemed like it took so long. Max and Lando were already parked. You closed your eyes and rested your head back, you had zero energy, moving seemed like torture. You slowly opened your eyes and took out your wheel placing it on the car.

Max after celebrating with the team, turned to look at you, only to see you still in the car. He frowned and moved back to where your car is parked next to his. He could see you moving a little which gave him little comfort.

“Hey, you, okay?” Max had removed his helmet already, his face was flushed red.

“Too tired.” You mumbled and Max strained his ears to hear what you said.

“I’ll help you out.” Max said he reached into your car and unbuckled your seatbelts. “Can you stand?”

You gave a weak nod and put your hands on the sides of the cockpit and tried to pull yourself up, but your legs were shaky, Max placed his hand on your waist to try and steady you.

“Get her a cold water.” Max told one of the Red Bull mechanics that came for the car, you leaned on the halo pretty heavily, Max put his other hand on your waist as well when you lifted your leg to hop over. You placed on of your hands on Max’s shoulder and moved your legs over the halo, before you just sat down on the car, placing your feet on the ground, this took more time than it needed to and much harder than it should’ve. “Raise your head.”

Max leaned down and unbuckled your helmet before he slowly removed it. Your balaclava was next, putting them beside you he could finally see your flushed face, loose hair sticking to your skin. The mechanic opens the bottle for you, and you take it gratefully from him, the cold water is a shock to your skin, but it offered a much-needed reprieve from the heat. You sipped slowly, feeling better now that you drank cold water.  Max was watching you with hawk eyes.

“Come on we need to get weighed.” Max told you after you drank most of the water bottle. You nodded, and turned to put the wheel back in but max took it from you and hocks it back up. Your focus isn’t really that good at the moment, so you don’t notice Max walking behind you, ready to catch you if you stumble. You’re too tired to run to your team, but while Lando gets interviewed you walk up to them, you get patted on the back softly. It’s obvious how much this race had taken out of you. You’re still flushed, and sluggish.

“y/n, welcome to Qatar.” Jensen said once you stood in front of him, you offered him the best smile you could, but it wasn’t that big. “First season in Formula 1, you’re second in Qatar how would you rank this week amongst the ones you’ve done so far?”

“Uh, hardest, definitely the hardest.” You answer, all the lights shinning and the screens around aren’t helping with the heat.

“But you did amazing over taking Lando and getting second place, did you expect this coming into the weekend?” Jensen asked feeling sympathetic towards you.

“Well, um, I expected to do well before the race, during the race I wasn’t so sure, but I knew I just had to push through it for the team.” You said and the team cheered you on, you felt like they were farther than they were, your hearing coming and going. Jensen asked you his last question before you were free to go. You felt like your body was on auto piolet. Moving away from the cameras and in the direction of the cool down room. Once you were next to a wall you leaned on it, your trainer was by your side in a second.

“You need to sit down for a moment.” He told you, and in the middle of the hallway he helped you down, you just did as you were told. He unzipped your suit and pulled it down to your waist. Somone handed him a water bottle, he put some on his hand and patted your cheeks to cool you down. “We need an ice vest.” Someone rushed away, you just closed your eyes head on the wall. “Here, drink more.”

You sat there for a minute, before Max rushed over, he just finished his interview.

“Are you okay? Is she okay?” Max asked you before turning to your trainer, he crouched down to your height to have a closer look. “She should head to the medics.”

“No, no, it’s alright, I just needed a moment.” You said opening your eyes to look at your teammate.

“y/n, don’t p-“

“I’m fine, Max, I swear.” You say and put your hands on the floor and push yourself up, you lean on the wall for a moment, before you give Max a pleading look, he sighs and gestures for you to move in front of him. You walk into the cooldown room, and Lando is sitting alone.

“What? Did you have the debrief or something?” Lando asked jokingly, he had a cold water bottle pressed to his face.

“Yeah, talked about how to take you out of the race next time.” You joked and sat on the floor, not even trying to sit in your chair.

You didn’t slip your suit back on for the podiums, leaving the top part hanging by your waist. Your movements were still slow, but you managed to smile and celebrate a little with the other two drivers. You were the first person off the stage and instantly a cooling vest was slipped over your head, you were still hot. Max ran down the stairs after you.

He saw you stumble a little, you had to go to the medical centre. Max knew you well enough to know that if he asked you, you’d brush it off. But he got what he wanted one way or another. So, the reigning world champion came up behind you and just scooped you up. You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck instantly.

“Max! what are you doing?”

“Taking you to the medical centre, and no you’re not fine.” You looked at your trainer over his shoulder, but one look at him and you saw that he agreed with Max.

Let’s say Max was right, you had a heatstroke and were on the verge of passing out. You missed the debrief much to your displeasure. The doctor gave you a list of things to do and not to do with your trainer by your side. The moment you were in your hotel room, you rushed to the bathroom to shower. The cold water feeling amazing on your skin, the AC was on. You just wore a tank top and a pair of boxer shorts to bed. And sleep you did. You really needed that sleep.

You woke up the next morning to knocking on your door, you groggily got up groaning as you did. Opening the door, you saw Max and Kelly. They’re both in casual clothes, smiling at you.

“Hey, what’s up? It’s too early.” You greeted them opening the door more for them to enter.

“It’s past 12.” Max informed you.

“Oh.”

“How are you feeling?” Kelly asked you and placed her hand on your skin to see if you’re still radiating heat or not. Max had informed her of your state last night, and from the glimpses she managed to see of you she knew you were feeling the heat.

“Better.” You smiled at her kindness, since you and Max have gotten close, you and Kelly also have formed a friendship.

“We ordered room service to your room.” Kelly told you; you thanked the couple. You threw on an oversized shirt on top of your clothes before you joined them, they had the small sofa for themselves, so you took the comfy armchair. “You did amazing yesterday, y/n.”

“Thank you, wish I felt as good as I did.” You complained and sighed.

You three talked about everything and nothing in particular. When the food arrived, you knew that Max has spoken to your trainer, because it was all the foods that the doctor suggested for you to eat. You drank to glasses of juice and a bottle of water as well. Keeping hydrated was on the top of the list.

“Who are you going back with to the UK?” Max asked, he would’ve loved if you’d moved to Monaco, but after joining the team you moved closer to the factory in the UK.

“Oscar and Fernando has to go to the factory so we’re taking his jet.” You informed him and he looked satisfied with your answer.

“Just take care of yourself.”

“Sure, dad, I will.”

“Hey!”

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“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.

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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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[clownhoodieguy]

Man, where did all the mimic vore love go? Don't y'all wanna get tricked by a seemingly inanimate object, only to be devoured in one fell swoop. Don't you want to disappear into thin air, swallowed whole by a table??!.

I wanna slip a hoodie over my head and find myself crammed into the tight recesses of a mimic pred. I wanna slump into a couch, breath a sigh of relief, and then get pulled into the creases of the couch by some weird tongue.