#those predator instincts are STRONG

[jellynotbees]

Thinking of siren Narinder again and him later in the au despite caring for Lamb having to fight his instincts to get to a point where he trusts himself to not hurt them. He at that point perceives himself as a monster more than Lamb does and it really shows at times

Like aside from the fear of potentially acting on instinct and hurting then before he can think (he IS a predator after all), he also is venomous and could easily accidentally poison them. He has sharp spines and claws that are meant to rip and tear, not hold. He is designed to kill, not care, which is why he is TERRIFIED.

Meanwhile lamb is pushing the boundaries a little more than they should be. Sitting JUST out of reach of the edge of the water, walking the line between danger and safety, just trying to get what little companionship they can in their situation. Despite everything, they don’t hate Narinder. They actually like him and enjoy his company but still remain reasonably cautious. At a certain point it becomes less fear and more acceptance, him wanting them dead is just a fact of life they accept.

Essentially Narinder is terrified of hurting Lamb but Lamb fully expects him to should they fall into the water and accepts that.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Plant Monsters

There’s something so sinister about Plant Monsters. Whether it’s those of the carnivorous variety or more of the spiritual protector kind–plant monsters are meant to be feared, and respected. As the most sentient of Mother Nature’s creations, they are nothing to scoff at whether you’re a mere villager or a royal knight set to travel through their territory. Even more so when they have no intentions on harming a hair on your head.

Somehow it’s just expected that the Dryad is going to be troublesome. Maybe in the beginning they were set to kill you but something about you has them holding back their violent instinct to protect the forest. These types are weirdly enough pretty disconnected from the forest. Not that they don’t feel the very seasons within their roots kind of disconnected. The kind of disconnected that allows them to easily abandon their place in the ecosystem–allowed them to become the predator or prey they’d like to be. 

It’s a compelling role for Dryads. Meaning, that Flower Type Dryads are free to leave the forest to follow you into the village. They’ll stand out sure but in the end, they’re free to follow you without restriction. They might annoy you into letting them in with their bright-colored petals and their soft small statures. They could get muscles to woo you but what would be the point when you’re already protecting them as your self-proclaimed fragile flower? You won’t refuse them when they offer to put their piston in your stamen and it doesn’t matter if you have a stamen or not they don’t care. All they care about is that you’ll always be right beside them so that you both can bloom together. Of course, there are plenty of predators that would try to stomp on the blossom of your love but you didn’t think the petals were just meant to look pretty, did you? Mother Nature is a strong believer in letting the most gorgeous of flowers have something to defend themselves with. Whether that’s a fruit they can make, a thorn they can unsheathe, or a small secretion meant to paralyze if consumed, Flower Type Dryads are demure and sweet and believe they deserve a life with you even if it means ending another’s if need be.

As cute and soft as the Flower Type may be, it’d be folly to forget the Carnivorous Type Dryads. Those who prefer not to leave the forest, choose the predator option within the forest. Luring their prey into their clutches to feast on the flesh and blood of whoever was foolish enough to fall into their trap. With their roots deeply into the ground, the carnivorous type isn’t usually one to move, which makes their desire for you all the more agonizing. Having to catch a glimpse of you through the foliage just out of their range is the closest they’ll get to you. There’s no guarantee for them that you’ll stay when they plea for help or that you’ll come to the sweet voice calling out to you. Just out of their range, you may be safe from the reaching vines and barbed arms they are dying to wrap around you. They have to rely on your compassion and wavering skepticism to get you like they want. Such great communicators they may very well be honest with you about not planning to eat you or perhaps they might prefer to threaten you with the lives of passersby on the path your family takes. There’s always a desperate sense of complete abandon to get you to drink their addictive nectar or to take their…seeds and be the perfect extension. There’s no question that without you transporting them in a giant pot they are forced to lure obstacles of their love…or they’ve begun to expand and evolve so that they can devour all who get in their way. Not including you of course! Don’t be scared. They’d hate to have to stick you with their own paralyzing agent. 

Speaking of sticking, the Plant Monsters that are less easy to spot because they are small or almost as human-like as you are the Faes and Fairies. Faes are only as different as they want you to see; masters of illusion and trickery all they need is your name before they can truly have all of you. They get close to you, hinging on the allure of the forest and fauna to be a mysterious traveler bound to be more. They don’t mind if you’re steadfast about not sharing your name they’re just happy to lend their magic to make you smile. To make you swoon because they’re conveniently everything you can hope for in a person of interest. Agreeing with all the topics you spoke about in confidence to your animal companion, they’re just so perfect! They don’t even mind that you won’t tell them your name they’re more than happy to keep calling you  Celtic nicknames of endearment. And they figure if you won’t give them your name they’ll give you theirs so that your souls are bound together for all eternity. They are ancient beings full of wisdom, and sage thoughts that will allow them to chain you to them lovingly aid you in whatever you hope to do in life. Not to forget the centuries devoted to weaponry and building immunity to various medical ailments, which will come in handy when they have to defend their dearest love! The Fae, though madly in love with you, is far beyond your comprehension and somehow is intertwined with the forest. You will never fully grasp how deep their connection is even when you are bound to their side for the rest of your newly immortal life.

Another with a mystifying connection to the forest is Fairies. Similar to their cousins they are known for their love for mischief and trickery. But instead of goading you for your name they’ll invite you into a fairy circle. Mythically crafted dimension full of partying and endless fun; all you have to do is eat the food and the deed is done. Everyone can never tell exactly what happens after you’ve eaten their delicacies. Some say you become a hypnotized servant, others claim you’ll be trapped within their circle for the rest of your days. Even if you befriend the flittering fiend, they’d never tell! Giggling behind their little hands and their round cheeks as they enjoy your puzzled expression. If you are wise enough not to fall into the circle a fairy won’t be deterred, more than willing to deploy an arsenal of different tactics to get your affections. Whether they rely on their charisma or the destitute life you live—a devoted fairy will not give up. Shrinking, tripping, cursing, inflicting all sorts of harrowing spells to leave you weak in the knees and perfect for the taking. Unlike their human-disguising cousins, they won’t bother to lie about their actions, proudly puffing their chest as you cry over a forward companion. The Fairy isn’t afraid to laugh as your words slur after eating a treat they’d made for you. They don’t even think for once that there’s such a thing as right or wrong, considering this is their nature. It’s right because they're doing it and it’s useless to protest with a silly notion of logic.

While Fairies may be devoid of logic the Druid is not. Likely a human or elf or even a misplaced ogre. They are truly the connection between humans and Mother Nature it’s a beautiful bond, a sacred pact that outshines everything in their life. Everything except you that is. They may worry that your presence would compromise this relationship with Nature because you consumed them. Eating away at the sanity they had left to think only of you. Even more frightening they’ve already used their power to strangle someone that dared to compliment you. It’s getting worse. The Druid knows it’s madness–their need to protect overreaching inexplicably past normal boundaries. They can’t see parallels in the mating lives of animals, no (pure) example crafted by Mother Nature does what they do. But they reason that Mother Nature in some roundabout way must approve, for they replay how you regarded them with such affection when they first met you. Not when they first joined your troupe at the guild but when they transformed into a helpless feline that was hesitant of your touch. Suddenly they are leaning into the marvelous sensation of your compassionate pets. The Druid, despite being the liaison of Nature and intelligence are helpless in the wake of their feelings for you. 

I guess the most sinister thing about Yandere Plant-Related Creatures is that there’s something inherently right in whatever they decide to do. After all for as long as humanity has existed and even long before that nature and animals have thrived following only the bare instincts they’re born with. And what part of that doesn’t include doing whatever it takes to get what they want?

[extinctlesspains]

𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡 [𝐾. 𝑆𝑎𝑒-𝐵𝑦𝑒𝑜𝑘]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴀɴɢ sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ x ғᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғʟᴜғғ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sʜɪғᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs sʟᴇᴘᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴇ-ʙʏᴇᴏᴋ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴs. ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴғᴇssɪᴏɴs.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴋɪssɪɴɢ

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The night air was thick with tension, the kind that settled into your lungs and made each breath feel heavy. You sat on your bedroll, your knees tucked to your chest, eyes scanning the room. The other players, though scattered in the dim light, seemed just as alert as you, but their attention was elsewhere—whispers, uneasy shifts in position, the sharp click of boots across the floor. No one dared to truly rest, knowing what the games had in store.

Across from you, leaning against the far wall, was Sae-Byeok. She was the picture of composure, her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze unwavering. Her sharp features were soft in the dim light, yet her aura was as frigid as the night air outside. She hadn’t spoken to you directly since you arrived, her silence a barrier as strong as the walls of a fortress.

You weren’t sure why you kept glancing at her. It wasn’t just her striking appearance or her quiet strength. It was something deeper—something unspoken that you couldn’t quite place. You sensed there was more to her than her cold exterior. But like everyone here, trust was a currency you couldn’t afford.

Your group called for volunteers to take the night shifts, those who would stand guard while the others rested. Your instinct kicked in before you had time to second-guess it. You raised your hand.

And then, to your surprise, Sae-Byeok did the same.

The two of you found yourselves in the corner of the dimly lit room, standing vigil. The others fell into an uneasy slumber around you, their bodies curled in unnatural positions, too exhausted to keep their eyes open for long. You kept your guard up, though, knowing the night was the most dangerous time.

Sae-Byeok didn’t acknowledge you at first. Her gaze was fixed ahead, scanning the room, calculating each shadow as if it were a potential threat. You could almost feel the tension rolling off of her, her every muscle taut and ready for action. There was something mesmerizing about the way she controlled the space around her—like a predator waiting to pounce.

You tried not to stare, but there was a part of you that couldn't look away. She was captivating, even in her silence.

You found yourself shifting closer to her, instinctively reaching for a safer position near the wall. You had to admit—you weren’t comfortable on your own in the dark. Everyone had their guard up, but no one really trusted anyone else. Sae-Byeok seemed like she would understand that.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, you finally spoke.

“You seem calm,” you said, trying to break the tension, your voice low so as not to disturb the others. “How do you do it?”

Sae-Byeok’s eyes flickered over to you, sharp and calculating. She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she turned her head back to the shadows.

“Because calm doesn’t get you killed,” she said flatly. “It’s the ones who let their guard down that end up dead.”

Her words hit harder than you expected. You didn’t reply at first, feeling a coldness settle in your chest. Her words weren’t wrong. She’d clearly seen the brutal reality of these games, more than you ever wanted to.

The next night, you and Sae-Byeok were assigned to the night shift again. You were beginning to expect it now, but it wasn’t something you minded. The quiet, the stillness, and the shared experience of vigilance had its own strange rhythm, one you couldn’t quite explain.

This time, Sae-Byeok acknowledged you with a nod, though she didn’t say much. You both took up the same positions as before, standing at opposite ends of the room, but closer than before. The tension between you had softened ever so slightly.

“You’re not like the others,” Sae-Byeok said after a long pause. Her voice was barely a whisper, but it felt significant.

“Not like the others how?” you asked, turning slightly to face her. You couldn’t hide your curiosity.

“You’re not as desperate,” she explained, her gaze still sharp, but not as intense. “You’re more measured. More thoughtful.” She paused again, then added, “It’s rare here. People don’t last long when they’re too trusting.”

Her words lingered in the air between you, but this time, they didn’t feel as cold. Maybe it was the way she said it, almost as though she was opening up in a way she hadn’t before. You couldn’t quite place it, but something had shifted.

“I think you misunderstand,” you said softly. “I don’t trust easily either, but... I think there's more to this than just survival.”

Sae-Byeok looked at you then, her piercing eyes softening ever so slightly. She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she exhaled deeply, her posture relaxing just enough for you to notice.

“You’re different,” she repeated, but this time, it wasn’t as cold. There was something almost... admiring in her voice.

Over the following days, you and Sae-Byeok began to settle into a strange rhythm. The tension that once defined your interactions had begun to fade, and while you were both still wary of each other, there was an understanding growing between you.

She started to talk more—though in short bursts—about the things that mattered to her. Her brother. The reason she was in this game. The quiet moments where the pain of her past seemed to creep up, just beyond the surface.

You shared your own fragments too. Your family. The guilt that followed you here, the fear that lived just under your skin. But with Sae-Byeok, it felt different. It felt like you weren’t completely alone, even in a place where trust was a rare commodity.

One night, as the moonlight filtered softly through the cracked window, you found yourself standing side by side once again. There was no immediate threat in the room, but neither of you let your guard slip.

“I’ve been thinking,” Sae-Byeok said quietly, almost to herself.

“About what?” you asked, glancing over at her.

She turned to face you, her expression unreadable. “About how I’m not sure if I trust you or not.”

You smiled lightly, though you felt a lump form in your throat. “I can’t blame you for that.”

“But,” she continued, her voice a little softer, “there’s something about you. Something different.”

“Something good?” you asked, teasing slightly, though your heart was racing.

Sae-Byeok’s lips quirked into a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Maybe.”

The shift that night felt different. The air was thick, heavy with anticipation that neither of you fully understood. It was later in the evening, and the rest of the room had succumbed to fitful sleep, their dreams fraught with fear.

But the silence between you and Sae-Byeok was different this time. It wasn’t filled with tension or hesitation; it was calm, steady. For the first time, you felt a sense of peace.

Sae-Byeok turned to you again, and her eyes were different now—softer, more open. “I’ve been thinking,” she began, her voice gentle.

“About what?” you asked, heart pounding in your chest.

“I think I’ve been too hard on you,” she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. “I’ve been so closed off... but I think it’s because I’m scared of losing anyone. I don’t want to get hurt.”

You were silent, letting her words hang in the air. You knew what she meant. You felt the same way.

But then, unexpectedly, she reached out to you. Her hand brushed against yours—tentatively at first—and you both stood there for a long moment, allowing the touch to settle between you.

Sae-Byeok leaned in slowly, as though testing the waters. Her breath was warm against your skin, her proximity so close you could feel the electricity between you.

And then, without warning, she kissed you.

It was soft at first, tentative. But then, as if all the walls she had built up finally crumbled, she kissed you harder, deeper, as though trying to convey everything she felt in that single moment.

When she pulled back, her face was flushed, her breath shallow. “I’m not good at this,” she whispered, almost apologetically. “But I want to try.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with a warmth you hadn’t thought possible in this cold, dark place. “We’ll survive this,” you said softly. “Together.”

And for the first time in a long while, you truly believed it.

[vrystalius]

NSFW Alphabet — Kokushibo

An NSFW alphabet all about the Upper Moon One.

Pairing: Kokushibo x gn!human!reader

(Spoilers for his backstory during E=Experience, no mentioning of any descriptions of reader’s body)

A = Aftercare (what is he like after sex?)

Kokushibo is silently attentive and affectionate. He won’t really talk about what you two just did or verbally check on your condition, but would tend to you with small gestures. Only his main two eyes would be open, as a sign of vulnerability and trust, while draping either his signature haori or the bedsheets over you, keeping you warm. His cool hand would gently brush over skin, massaging sore areas here and there. His face sometimes would be buried in your neck, taking deep breaths and engraving your smell and comforting warmth into his memory.

If Kokushibo ever speaks, it would be to ask you about how you’re feeling and doing right now or if you need anything, like human food or water. Sometimes, rarely, he’d whisper quiet love declarations or promises of eternal devotion.

“You look ethereal, love. Here, take my haori. I want my scent marking you.”

B = Body part (his favourite body part of his and yours)

Kokushibo takes incredible pride in his sculpted body. It rivals that of gods and he loves to show it off, especially to your eyes. He’d flex his forearms whenever grabbing something that is out of reach for you, the sleeves of his haori deliciously sliding back to his bicep to reveal those heavily trained muscles to you. Whenever he trains, Kokushibo makes sure to do it without wearing anything on top to show off his beautiful back and front muscles, especially his chest and shoulders. He loves pressing you down onto the mattress and watch your eyes widen at the sight of him slowly flexing his muscles. It is slightly intimidating to you, but he enjoys demonstrating just how incredibly strong he really is.

His absolute favourite part on you is your soft, delicate and vulnerable neck. It takes all of his self control to not just lean down and take a large bite and to nibble on your delicate skin. The thought of you drawing blood or squirming under him stirs some kind of predator instinct within him that makes him want to ravage you in full.

“Roll your head for me, I need to bite your neck.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Upper Moon One can control his body at the fullest, wich also includes his bodily essence. It satisfies him the most to see his cum on your thighs and stomach, watching it run across your warm skin. Sometimes, he’d wipe a little off with his finger and offer it to you by holding it against your lips, waiting if you’ll deny or accept this gesture. All six of his eyes would be focused on the white streaks decorating your skin.

Kokushibo also really wants to cum inside you. Perhaps it’s his human desires and life he long forgot about stirring back to the surface, taking over his instincts and desperately wanting to stuff you full with his essence and just watch it seep out. But he hasn’t voiced this desire yet.

“My essence suits you. It makes you look more beautiful being decorated by it.”

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

It’s not a very sexual secret but a dirtier secret nonetheless; Kokushibo secretly enjoys observing you during everyday things. Bathing, undressing, eating or just sleeping, it just feels very intimate observing you do such things. What will you do if you knew? Perhaps you’re knowing that your lover is observing in secret and just don’t want to invite him to join you in the warm bath, but he’s fine with that. Kokushibo is content watching you enjoy yourself.

Sometimes, he hopes to catch you during more… intimate moments. He wants to catch you with your hand between your legs, trying to recreate the pleasures he gave you over and over. If he ever did catch you during a moment like that, Kokushibo would not hesitate to pounce and ravage you completely.

E = Experience (How experienced is he?)

Despite being married and having a child and a pregnant wife during his human years, he barely had intercourse with her. Kokushibo, or Michikatsu back then, never really paid attention to his late wife anyway, being distracted by the chase of power. Sex with her wasn’t that enjoyable either. It was just a tool to generate heirs.

Kokushibo doesn’t remember his human years or his past, so to himself, he’s technically still a virgin. He never bothered to waste thoughts or time on doing activities like that. As a demon and Upper Moon One, he has much better things to do. Muzan wouldn’t approve of these things either, so he never sought after getting experience in the sexual department. That of course changed after falling head over heels for you.

“You’d like to.. what? Why would you want to sit on my face? What pleasure would that give me?”

P = Position (his favourite positions)

1. Mating press

It’s again stirring something deep inside of his mind pressing your knees against your chest and stuffing his length over and over inside of you, holding eye contact and closely watching your reactions to bullying your cervix. He would loudly groan when you squeeze around him, giving your thighs an encouraging spank. You would have the perfect view of his godly body and his length driving in and out of you with ungodly speed.

2. From behind

He particularly enjoys pressing his chest up against your back, his arms on both sides of your torso keeping you down against the mattress. Sometimes he may hold you by your neck or pull your head, whipping your head back so he can breathe and groan against your ear, muttering praises or teases to make you squirm even more.

G = Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment? Or humorous? etc.)

Kokushibo is anything but humorous during sex. At least not intentionally. If you ever giggle or laugh at something he did or is doing, he might get offended or very confused. What is so funny about making love to you, hm?

H = Hair (How well-groomed is he?)

He keeps himself well groomed to both pride himself further and make the experience more pleasant for you. Kokushibo takes care of his body very well anyway, so why not go the extra step and trim his pubic hair while he’s at it? Surprisingly to you, the rest of his body is cleanly shaved as well. It just makes him feel better, feeling you glide your fingers over his cool skin, feeling the muscle beneath without the disturbance of hair in the way.

Kokushibo also doesn’t really care if you shave or not, he just prefers it if you do. It feels nicer to him to have smooth skin against smooth, but again, he doesn’t care that much.

“Dear, I want you now. You don’t have to shave beforehand, I don’t care for that right now.”

I = Intimacy (How is he during the moment? Romantically.)

Kokushibo isn’t verbally romantic, meaning he doesn’t whisper sweet nothings and affections into your ear, but he lets his gestures speak for him. Leaning his forehead against yours to savour the moment, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment, his eyes softening ever so slightly when taking in your form. He loves you dearly but struggles to express it with his words, so your lover would try to compensate with gestures and touches during sex. Even if it doesn’t feel very lovely being manhandled like that.

“Hah… you’re doing so.. so well for me. Good job. Good… gods, I love you.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is very clinical when it comes to masturbation. He doesn’t do it for pleasure but to release pent-up frustrations or desires he has been bottling up. His strokes would be quick, almost aggressive and borderline abuse on his own body, that’s how quickly Kokushibo wants it over with. Of course he’d prefer to just have sex with you, but if you are unavailable for whatever reason, he’d make it at least a little enjoyable for himself by imagining you right here, with him, masturbating alongside or maybe just watching him. Having your eyes on him while pleasuring himself like this, fuck. That thought is intoxicating. And also the exact reason why he always finishes so quickly after barely even starting.

The pleasure would be brief- almost non-existent. Kokushibo feels a little humiliated at the fact that he resulted to such measures, just because he misses you. How far had he fallen from grace, all because of you?

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)

1. Marking

Sinking his teeth into your skin, leaving marks, bruises and hickeys. That’s what makes him loose himself in pleasure. Sometimes, Kokushibo’ll bite too hard and draw blood. He’d lick it all away, savouring your flavour of your metallic life essence. It makes his demonic part of him go a little feral, wanting him to bite harder, deeper and more, but he wont. He’ll need to satisfy himself by eating a meal after all of this.

He’d be very surprised if you decide to mark him. Your bites will heal very quickly, but Kokushibo appreciated your gesture. A small smirk would grow on his face at your adorable attempt to leave a mark on him.

2. Praise

Making you moan and squirm is one of the greatest pleasures you can ever give to him. Making you feel good and hearing you express it is almost as satisfying as becoming the strongest demon after Muzan. Kokushibo doesn’t want to hear obvious praises like about how good it feels or what a good job he’s doing, or god forbid you try calling him a good boy (he will stop mid thrust and leave you be to take care of your own needs without him. He does not need to be belittled like that). Your lover wants to hear you moan, whimper, maybe even scream or mumble incoherent sentences. That’s when he knows he’s doing a good job.

“Bite me harder. Try it.”

L = Location (favourite places to take you)

Of course, it would he inside the walls of the Infinity castle, hidden away from prying eyes. Kokushibo likes taking his time with you, so he’d preferably do it in a private space rather than outside in the nature. Besides, it’s much comfortable doing it on tatami mats or the ceiling of your bedroom (he attempted to try something new) rather than grass or a wooden trunk. If you insist on doing it somewhere a little more public, he’d oblige.

M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him going?)

The thought of being domestic with you weirdly turns him on. He never expected to think like that, but watching you “wifely” things is calming and relaxing to him. And is turning him on.

He might silently sneak up behind you, his hand sliding up your robes or shirt, feeling your warm skin, trying to distract you from whatever mundane task you’re doing and trying to turn your attention to him. All six of his eyes would be focused solely on you.

What also turns him on is you being vulnerable around him. Trust is a very important factor to Kokushibo, especially how you trust him. He is a demon, you are a human. If he’d like to he can slice your throat or slap your head off your shoulders in less than a second, yet you sleep beside him every night as if he doesn’t eat your kind to keep himself sustained and get more powerful. So, it also arouses him seeing you carelessly slip into his arms, kiss his cheek or grin so happily at him. Gods, you’re killing him.

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Kokushibo is a very loyal man would never dream of betraying you in any way. So, things like cucking or swinging is an immediate no. (Although, humiliatingly enough, the fantasy of Muzan taking you in front of his eyes did cross his mind once)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Receiving

He’d prefer to receive rather to give. Feeling your throat squeeze around his length, your gagging reflex fighting against the intrusion, your doe-eyes looking up at him and your tongue teasing his base sends him places. All of his eyes would be tightly shut to spare you from the sight of his eyeballs running back into his skull. His jaw would be clenched shut. If he didn’t tense it so hard, it would be agape and drooling.

Giving

He prefers to receive but watching you moan and try to escape his sweet, sweet assault on your most sensitive area. His tongue would be teasing your bud, sucking and gently biting, testing to see what you like the most. Kokushibo would he a messy eater, your essence running down his chin while he is completely intoxicated by your taste. He just wants to delve deeper and deeper, but his tongue only reaches so far. Perhaps he manipulate his own flesh to make it longer, would you like that?

“You taste heavenly. I am starting to feel hungry for-… never mind.”

P = Pace (Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

At first, his pace would be slow and sensual, savouring every thrust and vein gliding against your gummy walls. His eyes would be closed in concentration, trying to remember every detail on how you feel. His hands would be tightly gripping your thighs, pulling you closer against him. Kokushibo’d lean over you, his chest pressing against yours or your back, groaning.

Approaching his climax, his thrusts would start to get faster and more desperate, chasing his own climax after providing you with yours. His hands would move from your thighs to either your arms or shoulders, pressing you down against the mattress to hold you in place to make sure you can feel every single thrust in the fullest.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies)

Kokushibo dislikes them. He will comply if you ask for one, but he’d rather take his time savouring you properly. When’s the next time he’s going go be able to make love to you like this? Muzan may send him on another months long mission, away from you. So, Kokushibo needs to savour you every time instead of fleeting pleasure. Besides, do you even get time to enjoy the things he’s doing to your body when doing it so quickly and forced?

R = Risk (Is he game to experiment?)

Kokushibo is cautiously open to experiment with you. He is nervous about being pushed outside his comfort zone but he’ll try to be open to whatever you like. Sometimes he wonders if he and his body is simply not enough for you and that’s the reason you may need outside factors to come up for the pleasure he is not giving you. While experiment with things like restrains or toys, your lover will try extra hard to pleasure you with his own body alone instead of using the things you’ve brought as a way to demonstrate you that his body is plenty enough to make you cum. No need for other things, right?

“Why do you need this… thing.. shaped like something I already own myself. Am I not enough for you?”

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

As a demon, Upper Moon One at that, it feels like Kokushibo has infinite stamina. It almost feels like he stops thrusting into you over and over so *you* can recover, not him. You never saw him exhausted after however many rounds of sex, you lost count after the fourth one. It feels like this man never cums. His face remains unmoving the whole time, only closing his eyes right before he finally finishes. It’s almost a workout to make him finish and it feels like he enjoys making you work for it. You know that Kokushibo can control his body in and out in fullest, so he can decide whether to cum or not consciously. That way, he can tease you in whatever ways he pleases.

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them?)

No, no toys. The closest he has to one of those are silk restrains to use on you.

U = Unfair (how much does he tease?)

Kokushibo loves to tease you. He’ll withhold himself from sliding himself right in, waiting for you to beg for it, sliding two of his fingers in to encourage you further. Sometimes he’ll lean over you, asking you exactly what you want and only obeying your wishes if they align with his own, or driving you so close to your orgasm only to take it all away and to wait for you to whimper and sway your hips as a way to try and coax him back. Such an adorable human.

“Tell me what you want dear. You want me to stop, is that it?”

V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make)

Typically, Kokushibo is rather quiet during sex. You’ll occasionally hear deep grunts or huffs while he’s especially focused on his movements. He prefers to channel his energy into reaching his own and your pleasure rather than moan too loudly. Sometimes an occasional curse or moan would slip out from his lips, but he’ll quiet himself quickly afterwards to not embarrass himself any further.

However his breathing will get noticeably heavier when approaching his climax, his jaw clenched and eyes shut tightly. Those are the moments where you can coax loud moans from his lips by pulling him into a kiss.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for him)

Kokushibo is oddly obsessed with your scent. He gets off to the scent of your sheets, clothes, and just your skin. He wants to make sure his rubs onto you so other demons know that the first Upper Moon has you under protection and that you are his and his only.

Once, your lover stole one of your most worn shirts or robes and kept it close to himself while being off on a mission. It’s not to masturbate or anything, it was just to keep it close. It was comforting to have your smell be near him while being apart from you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes…)

It matches the rest of his body; large and intimidating. You needed a lot of prep the first time taking him in fully. He was patient but not exactly gentle. He is cut and nearly trimmed, his length is just as thick as the sheath of his katana, a little thicker.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Kokushibo has a very high sex drive, but barely acts on it. He finds himself wanting you all the time, catching his stare linger on your assets more than once. Your lover is very good with control but even he struggles to not court you every time you undress for the evening. He loves you dearly and just wants to show it, badly. Kokushibo is hyper aware of your behaviour and every move, trying to guess if you’re in the mood as well.

Z = Zzz (how fast does he fall asleep afterwards?)

Some kind of protective instinct starts blossoming inside him once he sees you lay beside him, all tired and spent. Kokushibo wont fall asleep or go into a meditative state without savouring your appearance and this moment. You just gave him the greatest gift of all times again and continue to give it to him and now you’re sleeping beside him. His arms would tightly wrap around you and hold you close while his eyes (all six of them) stare at your sleeping face.

Kokushibo will only slip into a meditative state once he started feeling fully relaxed and assured that you’re okay and asleep, safe in his arms.

“I love you, dearly. You can sleep now, I’ll keep you safe. I promise to you.”

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Hope you all enjoyed this! I’m surprised I managed to finish it in one sitting and a day. I worked for around four hours on it and I hope this was nice XD But anyways… I’m kind of worried I post too much outside my fics, like maybe people get their hopes up when seeing I posted just to see I uploaded a picture of my plushies :,)

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

Here’s my event masterlist 🎃

[gremlingottoosilly]

How would cubs of bunny!reader and 141 look?

It's kinda unrealistic from biology perspective, but it's my world so everything works on the power of porn. You have two types of children with them, since you're a monster too - it's either adorably bunny hybrids who might be a bit too feral for your liking and are definitely getting sent off by their fathers because weaker hybrids are basically useless for them...or you can have full-n bear, wolf and hybrid kids who are all too happy to chew on their prey of a mother. You aren't sure what to take out of those kids - your instincts are preparing you for gentle and soft little monsters; you aren't built to mate with strong predators...yet they love using you. And it's not like you hate it all too much... There are very rare cases of your children being actual hybrids...cute soft bunnies with the most adorable wings or sharp teeth and even sharper claws...it would be adorable if it weren't so terrifying. It would be wonderful for the scientist if monster society weren't so set up on forcing you to produce strong and capable children...but at least Price allows you to keep them - at least he understands how horribly weak you must feel and that you need some support before you'd be pregnant with another round of kids...so now the base is crawling with weird bunny-predator hybrids and their mommy running after them because Gaz's kids are flying off again and you don't know how to nurture bunnies that feast on flesh and blood instead of grass( But oh, the boys understand the appeal of a motherly mate now. You became so soft once you gave birth to the hybrids and was allowed to keep them, you just look so...so precious to them...

[bluskaiwriting]

top of the food chain | sergei "kraven" kravinoff

➤ pairing: AFAB reader x Sergei Kravinoff / Kraven

➤ warnings: Smut, predator/prey power play, mild kink if you squint (a little rusty so i'm just easing back into it)

➤ notes: it has been so long since i've felt the proper urge to write smut for a character and of course it has to be kraven *chef's kiss*

➤ more: masterlist | smut reblog blog 

She thinks it must be fate, the way she practically fell into his trap. Their destinies tangled like a spider's web before they even breathed their first breaths. He was made for her as she was made for him.

She'd been barely old enough to be out there in those woods alone. Old enough that the judge declared she was no longer a ward of anyone. She was finally free.

Hopping on the first train out of there, she ended up somewhere in the mountains. After years of suffocating under someone else's thumb. Fresh air and green grass, that was all she wanted.

The mountains seemed perfectly idyllic and visions of her spending her days here flashed in perfect sequences before her.

Until she realised that she was woefully unprepared for the rough terrain and most definitely did not think her dumb little plan through.

Night fell quicker than she realised, leaving her shivering and struggling to find food. By some miracle, she had gotten the fire going before darkness fell but now the gurgle of her stomach was starting to echo.

Foraging was her plan, though she only knew brief notes of medicinal roots and herbs. Sustenance was slightly different. She'd trudged as far as the firelight touched to avoid losing her way.

Losing the spirit and gusto that so quickly drove her out here, dread and dispair began to take their place. A feeling rose up in her, souring her nose and wetting her eyes.

She was a fool, a silly little girl who honestly believed she could do something for once in her life.

About to lose all hope, something glinted in the moonlight in the corner of her eye, something that looked hopefully like a berry. Instinctively, she turned and stepped towards the glint.

Suddenly she was 10 feet in the air, trapped in a net of some sort and still frozen from shock. She was now caught in a trap.

A stupid, stupid trap that she was doomed to stay in until the hunter who set it up remembered to check on it or until she died of starvation.

Fortunately, luck seemed to be on her side tonight. A man emerged from the shadows, steps feather-light against the ground in practised movements. Shoulder-length dark hair that curled against his cheekbones, glowing yellow eyes that pierced through her soul, and the build of a hunter for sure.

The small glimmer of hope she'd felt at the sight of another soul, was quickly eclipsed by something much darker, and far more primal. For some odd reason, her gut told her that she was prey and she needed to run.

She was always very good at ignoring her instincts.

Her eyes scanned slowly, taking him in. Strong thick thighs, long arms lined with veins, and plump lips. She imagined what it would feel like to be caught in those arms, to sit upon those thighs and feel him tense beneath her.

He raised his eyebrow as he clearly caught her eyeing him, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. His eyes were now scanning her too in reciprocation.

Her breath hitched at the sight, and her chest rose and fell in rapid motion. She was a prey caught in a predator's trap.

Though not an entirely unwilling prey.

He approached slowly, eyes never leaving her's.

"Who are you?"

She was surprised to hear an American accent lilting in his voice, betraying his almost native grasp of Russian.

"Cut me down."

Her voice was clear and crisp, she hoped, betraying none of her nerves and trepidation.

His eyebrows raised once again before he stepped forward and lowered the trap to the ground.

It was almost unfair, how easily she followed him when he beckoned to her. The pathetically desperate way she almost tripped over herself to run after him, when he sped up.

It's just because she was afraid of being out there alone, purely for safety reasons. At least, that's what she told herself to ease the sting on her ego.

And how she really found herself beneath him, panting and wanting? Well, she was cold and he was a human heater of course.

"Faster, please." She whimpered pathetically, whining with every thrust he delivered.

His hips pistoned in and out of her poor puffy pussy, wetness dribbling out of her with every push.

"Is all this just for me?" He asked, voice lilting with arrogance.

He pulled back and spread her thighs wide, taking in the sight before him. Pink lips glistened with the evidence of what they'd just been doing, her mind absolutely blank of anything.

Dipping his head, he breathed in deeply, a growl emanating from his chest.

Fuck.

Licking a long stripe along her slit, he pressed deep into her cunt, fucking into her with his tongue. He wasn't just tasting her, he was devouring her.

As he laved on her clit, his fingers hooked into her. Noises of uh, uh, uh, left her breathless.

She could feel it building, cresting higher and higher. She was so close if she could just get him a little deeper.

As his fingers explored her, he found a spot that had her making a noise. A noise so vulgar, her flushed cheeks grew hotter.

Smirking, he ground his palm into her swollen clit and drove his fingers into that spongey spot repeatedly.

She let out a wail so loud, she was certain all the animals heard. Her vision spotting white and a continuous ringing in her ears.

"Jesus Christ."

He huffed a laugh as he sat back up, releasing her thighs from his grip.

"Turn over." He smacked her ass, still kneeling before her looking more like a beast than a man as his eyes seemed to glow.

Trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she propped herself onto her knees and lowered her arms to the bed. In this position, she almost felt like she was presenting herself to him, spread open for his taking.

She felt more than she heard him spit onto her, warm and wet. She clenched around nothing at the feeling.

Prodding at her entrance, he pushed into her warmth slowly, letting out a groan at the feeling of her walls squeezing him.

Her breath hitched at the fullness of it all and she swore she could feel him in her throat.

He pulled out so slowly, that she felt shivers run down her spine. He pushed back in harder, driving her up the bed.

A gasp left her as he sped up, pounding into her like his life depended on it. Kissing her cervix with every push in, it should have hurt, but all she felt was ecstasy.

As the stars rushed beneath her eyelids, she could feel that she was close again, but she needed a little bit more.

It seemed her beast-man could sense it too, and he brought his fingers down to draw tight circles around her clit.

Breathy high-pitched moans echoed in the dome, as she met her peak.

"Oh god, fuck. Yes, fuck."

She wasn't making sense anymore if she ever was. She clenched down on him, seizing up as waves of pleasure rolled over her.

In the vice grip of her cunt, he followed her over the cliff, grunting into her ear.

Lips pressed to the side of her head, he breathed into her hair as he came down from his orgasm.

As if the fog cleared, they looked at each other in a different light.

A softer light it seemed.

"I'm Sergei."

[theplaid-wearingmoose]

The Suit Stays On~Miguel O'Hara x Reader smut~

Inspired by this post

Being in a relationship with Spiderman was the best thing that ever happened to you. Only thing was you had to keep it to yourself. But you wanted to talk with someone about it. One thing led to another and here you were scrolling on tumblr reading smut fic after smut fic of your man. You had to admit, it was pretty sexy. The writers didn't know his name or yours, of course. But reading about Spiderman picking up "Y/N" with his super strong arms and taking her against the closest wall or webbing her up and having his way with her, leaving the suit on during sex, all had you wet and craving something you never thought to ask Miguel for in the bedroom: Spiderman roleplay.

You'd been so obsessed with the fanfictions, you'd turned on notifications for your favorite authors and for the "Spiderman x reader" tag. You were watching Miguel on the tv as the news covered him taking on the bad guy of the week. Some anomaly refusing to go back to their own dimension. Miguel handled it quickly as usual and less than an hour later he was in your apartment, showering while you were in the kitchen. As he got out, he could hear your phone buzzing on the bed. It was going off repeatedly. Normally he would just ignore it, probably emails from work or something, but this was constant. Every few minutes your phone would go off. Rolling his eyes, he sighed heavily and strolled over to the bed. He grabbed your phone and unlocked it to mute your notifications, when he noticed the "t" icon at the top of your phone. Multiple t's began to appear as the tag updated with more fics. Curiosity got the better of him and he pulled down the header to see what was so important. His eyes widened as he saw the first notification, "Spiderman NSFW headcannons". "What the hell is a headcannon?" He murmured to himself, unable to stop himself from pressing it.

Your phone opened your tumblr app to the Spiderman tag and Miguel was bombarded with pictures of himself (well, Spiderman) drawn in some interesting ways, as well as hundreds of stories about him. Fanfictions about Spiderman saving a girl then having sex with her, Spiderman with a Villain!Reader, Spiderman getting kinky with the webbing. It went on and on. Miguel was shocked by how many people fantasized about Spiderman. He actually thought he was rather unpopular. Is this what you were into? Why hadn't you come to him with your fantasy? He'd be more than happy to indulge you in some roleplay. And what was better than having the actual Spiderman there for your fantasy? He swiped over to your profile and found your "Likes" sections. He quickly read through the top few stories, ideas buzzing through his head.

"Miguel! Your food is ready!" You called, your voice snapping him out of his focus on your phone. He was hungry but the idea of you being aroused by his alter ego created a different kind of hunger in him. He wanted to take you in all kinds of ways. He needed to see you beg for him in his spidersuit. He needed to do this right.

With a couple taps on his watch Miguel's suit digitally reappeared on his body. He extended his talons and jumped up, hooking himself to the ceiling, and headed towards the kitchen. Your apartment was nice enough to have a higher ceiling so he could sneak above you without you noticing. He was used to creeping up on bad guys like this but it felt different doing it to you. Like you were unsuspecting prey just for him, the strong predator, to pounce on and devour. You were just below him now, completely unaware of your surroundings because of your earbuds. He watched you for a moment as your served up plates for the two of you, humming softly and swinging your hips to the music playing in your ears. He held back a moan as he watched your ass sway side to side in those shorts. He could feel the predator instinct in him kick into a higher gear and his fangs began to extend on their own, his mouth watering at the thought of webbing you up and taking you right here on the ceiling.

He shook his head, clearing his mind. He'd have plenty of time for that. He didn't want to rush this. He descended slowly on a web behind you, his head level with the back of yours as he hung upside down. You pulled out one of your earbuds to call for him again. "Migue-AAH!" You screamed as your turned and came face to face with the red and blue mask, eyes staring intently at you through it. "Jesus! What the hell are you doing?!" You shouted, clutching your chest. Miguel laughed. "Is that how you talk to the guy that just rescued you, hermosa?" You looked at him, confused. "Huh?" "What happened to 'thank you'? I even saved your cellphone...lots of interesting notifications you have on there, hermosa." Miguel replied, waving your cellphone in front of you. The eyes on his masked shifted into a knowing look and your own widened as you realized what he meant. Your face heated up in embarrassment but Miguel being on board for the roleplay, initiating it even, had you so wet and you weren't about to pass this up.

"Th-thank you, Spiderman, for saving me. How can I ever repay you?" He beckoned you forward with his finger. "How about a kiss?" He suggested. Biting your lip, you slowly ran your hands up to the base of his mask and peeled it slowly down his face, stopping just on the bridge of his nose. You gently pressed your lips to his and hummed dreamily against him. Miguel let out a low groan as you sucked on his bottom lip. Your thumb brushed his cheek as you held his face and Miguel could feel his resolve to take his time wavering. You pulled away from him much sooner than he would've liked but it was all part of the character you were playing. The shy, naive girl flustered from being saved by her superhero crush.

You stepped back after pulling his mask back over his face, shyly rubbing your arm and avoiding his gaze. He flipped down from his web, towering over you as he stood to his full height. "I don't think you're done repaying me yet, princesa." He murmured. "W-what else do you want?" You asked, anticipation buzzing through you. He tilted his head to one side as if examining you. "I have a few ideas".

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You had no idea that when you started this, you'd be laying strapped in a giant web on the corner of your living room ceiling, your clothes torn and dangling below you, while Miguel crawled menacingly towards your dripping pussy. "You look so beautiful like this, hermosa. I think I should keep you like this for a while. That way I can keep you safe. You wouldn't want to run into anymore danger, would you?" Your response was cut off with a moan as Miguel licked a long stripe up your pussy. You cried out and tugged against your restraints as his tongue flicked up and down your clit. His strong hands held your legs open and his lips wrapped around your clit making your head spin from the pleasure. Pulling away with a sucking pop, he smirked at you, his sharp fangs visible in his grin. "Answer me, muñeca." He demanded, his deep voice rumbling in your ear, making you clench around nothing.

"N-no Spiderman...I-I don't want to get into trouble again." Miguel hummed in approval and began to rub your clit in slow circles. "You need me to protect you, don't you, baby? You're just too sweet to be wandering the streets alone. It's not safe." Biting your lip to stifle your moans, you nodded quickly. Miguel's fingers worked skillfully over you, dipping inside you a few times before returning to your clit and then back again. "Tell me you need me to keep you safe, baby. I wanna hear you." Miguel growled. "Y-yes! Oh f-fuck yes! Please Spiderman..I-I need you. N-need you to keep me -ah! s-safe. Oh fuck please Spiderman...need you so bad!" You whined, Miguel's fingers speeding up inside you.

"You're so pretty when you beg, hermosa. You'll let me fuck you like this, won't you? Dirty girl..letting your hero take you any way I want. So fucking naughty.."

Miguel climbed on top of you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He retracted just enough of his suit to free his large, hard cock. Stroking it a couple times, he looked down at you, his mask returning to cover the rest of his face. "Estás lista, cariño?" You nodded again, too aroused to answer respond. Miguel gripped your hips in his large hands and pushed into you slowly. The room was filled with loud moaning from the two of you. Miguel leaned down next to your ear. "I'm not going to be gentle, princesa." He warned. You whimpered and bucked your hips up into his. "Please fuck me, Spiderman. I want you inside me!" You whined.

Miguel began to set a brutal pace. The sound of his hips snapping against yours filled the room, along with your cries of pleasure. Your hands clenched at the web restraining you, your fingers aching from how tight you were squeezing. His head fell down onto your shoulder, his panting and groaning filled your ears. "Oh fuuuuck yes! You feel so fucking good!" You moaned, clenching around Miguel tightly. "You're gonna make me -fuck...cum if you keep talking like that, baby." He groaned. "Please cum inside me, Spiderman. Fill me up...I wanna feel it dripping out of me!" You begged. Miguel choked out a moan and gripped your hips tightly. The web shook as Miguel slammed into you over and over again.

"Want me to fill you up, bebita? Want me to put a baby in you?"

"Oh my god please, Spiderman. Give it to me! I want it so bad!" You screamed, your orgasm hitting you suddenly, soaking Miguel's cock. His orgasm followed not too far behind. You were certain bruises were forming on your hips from how hard he was squeezing you as he came. His hot seed spilled inside you, coating your insides. Miguel rocked his hips against you as he came down from his orgasm. The two of you were breathing heavily and Miguel collapsed beside you, digitally removing his mask from his face. He leaned over and pressed kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

"Was that okay, mi vida?" He asked, his previous cockiness lost when he dropped character and replaced with a bit of nervousness that he didn't live up to the online fantasies.

You hummed happily and once he released your hands, moved over to rest your head on his chest. "Definitely more than okay. That was amazing." You sighed. Miguel smiled to himself and kissed the top of your head. "I didn't mean to go through your tumblr. Your phone kept going off and I guess curiosity got to me. Why didn't you tell me you had a thing for me in my Spidersuit?" "I didn't want you to think it was weird I guess. Or that I only loved you cause you're a superhero. I loved Miguel before I loved Spiderman. The suit just adds to the sexiness." You replied. Miguel laughed loudly and pulled you closer. "Gracias, hermosa. I'll make sure the news cameras get my good angles next time they're covering me fighting someone." You rolled your eyes playfully and kissed him.

"And don't worry I've got way more ideas for us to try, Spiderman."

[growthhyp]

The Transforming Cum I

Chris sat across from Zayne, his eyes glazed over, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls of the dimly lit room. The air was thick with the scent of incense—sandalwood and lavender, curling around them like a silent promise. Zayne’s voice was low, hypnotic, each word dripping with intention as he guided Chris deeper into the trance.

“You feel your body changing, Chris,” Zayne murmured, his tone smooth and velvety. “Every muscle tightening, every inch of you becoming stronger, more powerful. You can feel it coursing through you, this new energy, this new confidence.”

Chris’s breathing deepened, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with Zayne’s words. His fingers twitched, then clenched into fists as if testing the weight of his newfound strength. A bead of sweat trailed down his temple, and his lips parted slightly, exhaling a shaky breath.

“Yes, that’s it,” Zayne coaxed, leaning forward slightly. “You’re transforming, Chris. You’re becoming everything you’ve ever wanted to be. Strong. Confident. Unstoppable.”

A shiver ran down Chris’s spine, his body responding to Zayne’s commands as if they were law. His shoulders broadened, his arms thickening with muscle before Zayne’s very eyes. Chris’s shirt strained against his chest, the fabric pulling taut as his pecs swelled. He let out a low groan, the sound deep and primal, vibrating through the room.

Zayne’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. It’s working. He leaned back slightly, watching as Chris’s transformation unfolded. But something felt… off. The energy in the room shifted, growing heavier, more charged. The once-soothing atmosphere now crackled with an intensity that made the hairs on Zayne’s arms stand on end.

“How do you feel, Chris?” Zayne asked cautiously, his voice still steady but laced with a hint of uncertainty.

Chris’s eyes snapped open, and for a moment, Zayne felt a jolt of alarm. There was something different about those eyes—darker, more intense, brimming with a confidence that bordered on arrogance. Chris smirked, a slow, deliberate curl of his lips that sent a ripple of unease through Zayne.

“I feel… incredible,” Chris said, his voice deeper, richer, almost dripping with self-assurance. He flexed his arms, the movement deliberate, showing off the bulging muscles that now defined him. “But I think we can take this further, don’t you?”

Zayne hesitated, his brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”

Chris stood, towering over Zayne now, his presence commanding and overwhelming. He took a step forward, his movements fluid and predatory, like a predator closing in on its prey. Zayne instinctively leaned back in his chair, his heart rate quickening.

“You’ve done so much for me, Zayne,” Chris said, his voice low and smooth, each word like a caress. “But now it’s my turn to give back.”

Before Zayne could react, Chris reached out, his hand moving with speed and precision. He grabbed the back of Zayne’s head, his grip firm but not painful, and pulled him closer. Zayne’s eyes widened, his pulse racing as Chris leaned in, their faces inches apart.

“Open your mouth,” Chris commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Zayne’s lips parted instinctively, his mind whirling with confusion and a strange, electric anticipation. Chris’s other hand moved to his waistband, tugging at the fabric until his cock sprang free, already hard and impossibly thick. Zayne’s breath hitched, his throat constricting as he realized what was about to happen.

“This will make you stronger, Zayne,” Chris said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Zayne’s spine. “Stronger than you’ve ever been.”

And then there was no time to think, no time to protest. Chris thrust forward, the head of his cock pressing against Zayne’s lips. Zayne gagged reflexively, but Chris’s grip held him firmly in place. The taste was overwhelming, salty and rich, flooding his senses as Chris began to move, shallow thrusts that pushed deeper with each stroke.

Zayne’s hands flailed, gripping the edges of the chair as he tried to ground himself. But Chris was relentless, his pace increasing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Zayne felt a strange warmth spreading through him, a tingling sensation that started in his core and radiated outward. His vision blurred, his thoughts muddled as if caught in a haze.

Chris groaned, his hips stuttering as he reached the edge. “Take it, Zayne,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “Take all of it.”

The first spurt hit the back of Zayne’s throat, hot and heavy, followed by another and another. Zayne swallowed reflexively, the warmth spreading through him like wildfire. His body trembled, his limbs feeling heavy yet electrified, as if every cell was being rewired.

Chris finally pulled back, his breathing harsh as he looked down at Zayne with a mixture of satisfaction and something darker, more primal. Zayne slumped back in the chair, his chest heaving, his skin tingling with the aftermath of what had just happened.

“What… what did you do to me?” Zayne managed to croak, his voice hoarse and trembling.

Chris chuckled, a low, mirthless sound that sent a chill down Zayne’s spine. “I transformed you, Zayne. Just like you transformed me.”

Zayne’s eyes widened as he felt it—the tightening of his muscles, the surge of power coursing through his veins. He glanced down at his hands, watching as they seemed to grow larger, more defined, his skin stretched taut over newly formed sinew. His shirt began to strain against his chest, the buttons threatening to pop as his pecs swelled.

“No…” Zayne whispered, his voice barely audible. “This wasn’t supposed to happen…”

But it was happening. And there was no stopping it now.

[phantomsies]

no thots, just going on a camping trip with ace :)

wc: 1.8K

fresh air on a warm summer night, the ripple of small insects and discarded rocks across the muggy lake waters, intermittent gusts of wind passing through the thick trees, the crackle of debris underneath rubber soled shoes…it was all of these little things that made Ace love the outdoors. Being one with nature and exploring the beautiful unknown, one hike, fishing expedition or camping trip at a time!

it wasn’t uncommon for the spontaneous traveler to just up and decide on a whim that he was going to pack up his supplies, load up his old beater of a Silverado with enough food and water to feed an army for the weekend and head out to his next destination. Albeit a spring with glistening water or a forest some sixty miles away from home. His cell phone was only left on so that worried loved ones were aware of his location…

“..don’t worry about me, I’ll be back in a few days!” Otherwise, his only connection was to the furry animals that made his acquaintance and the earth itself. It was something about the whole experience that awakened his primal instincts…

but perhaps nothing awoken said urges more than when he decided to invite his beloved (y/n) (l/n) along for a weekend excursion to the infamous Twin Flames Peak. A recreational park that was known for its incredible hiking areas, breathtaking waterfalls and the stunning view of the stars at night over the campsites. Yes, he was thrilled to have the company of another fellow outdoorsman and one with such a pretty face to boot!

Watching intently as you tie your box braids up in a neat bun in the passenger seat of his truck. Clear gloss smearing your luscious lips and not another speck of makeup on that perfect canvas..a feeling of warmth and sheer happiness encompassing him as he watches you glide your nimble hands up and down those smooth, brown legs with coats of lotion; just in awe of how the sunlight captures the essence of your gorgeous dark skin underneath its rays. “Careful, babe. You get out smelling all sweet and looking this good, you might attract some unwanted guests.” “Well that’s what I have my big strong man for. You’ll protect me, right?” Joking as you thought he’d probably be insane enough to try and go toe to toe with a damn bear!

Despite it all, he knows he’s got nothing to worry about. Ace has watched you handle your own throughout the rough and tumble. Yes, this gorgeous woman who can pitch a tent and lug firewood just as well as she can put on a designer dress and shake ass at the club…would be spending three whole days out here in the wilderness with him. Those once primal instincts that activated when he sensed nearby danger or felt hunger and rations were low..

had now shifted towards you. Like a predator lying in wait on its prey to slip up, he glared hungrily as you strutted in front of him in those biker shorts and tank top. That plump, toned ass swaying with each step as the two of you trekked to the campsite. His mouth practically watering for a taste of what lies between those somehow thick thighs…

the ratio of your proportions would be enough to turn anyone into a rabid beast. “You better keep up back there, I might leave you behind.” “Is that right? Maybe I like it back here.” Tossing him a wink as you wave to him with a beckoning finger. It’s in this moment that Ace realizes he can no longer sate his carnal desires..discreetly cupping at the tent in his shorts before instructing you to stop at a nearby tree with some made up lie about needing to fix something on your gear. It’s then that he makes his move..

launching the first attack with his lips practically melded to yours in a haze of passion. His tongue descends deeper between your jaws with deep grunts and whimpers to follow…sweaty palms ravenously groping at your tits as the bottom half is sent upwards to be pinched between your teeth for comfort. Ace knows you’ll need it for his lecherous plans to defile your body right here in the forest! Nightfall is soon to come so others are scarce, meaning that he didn’t need to hold back.

instead, he’d instruct you to wrap your arms around the back of the tree and hold still..with a gentle suck of his teeth and muttered expletives under his breath, he’d run those fingers down the curvature your torso before not so subtly shoving his hand in the seat of your panties. He can feel your warmth..the arousal already forming only seconds in. ”You’re wet, babe. That’s a lil’ surprising..” Chuckling as the sounds of your stirred up slick met the crackle of the leaves.

two digits slowly make place on that budding clit and your reaction is priceless! An adorable yelp before tossing your hand over your mouth to shield those whimpers. However, you don’t resist..you don’t even tell him to stop. You just continue working the pads of his index and middle fingers..rolling those hips as you peer down over your stomach. Meanwhile, those exposed tits gently bounce each time he jolts a finger in and out of you.

Hell, he knew the thought of lewd acts in a public place was a bit shameful but it was called the wild for a reason. You were merely mammals, acting in the way you were intended to..no need to be bashful of that!

he’d smugly reach for that hand and peel it back from your mouth whilst those pumps grew faster.

“Instead of trying to hide those moans, pretty girl..squeeze those nipples f’r me. You’ll feel a lot better.”

“Ace, we’ve gotta stop this. I’m gonna fucking come—“

in that moment, your breath hitched in your throat and you realized those pleas were futile because that was his plan. To make you reach climatic bliss right under the night sky. “Then do it..why hold back? Because you’re embarrassed?..afraid we’ll get caught?” His words seeped into your brain as his teeth and lips met your neck once more. Like a carnivorous beast, he’d scrape along your skin before gently grazing you with bites. “Because I’m not. Hell, I hope they see us..see me fucking you like a little slut.”

The entire prospect had him so aroused, he couldn't help but to shuffle those pants to his waistline and tease the head of his throbbing cock against your slick folds. Which prompted him to suck his teeth. “Listen at that..it’s like your little pussy is just begging to be stuffed.” Without haste, he’d snatch your head towards him and force you to focus on that thick member rubbing on your clit. “So beg me, babe. Beg me to fuck you.” It was such a different side of him than before. The jovial, wide eyed camper turned deviant animal had you in his claws with no plans to release…and you had no complaints! So you’d fulfill his wish and plead to feel him inside of you. To be pinned against this tree and fucked until your eyes trailed to the back of your skull.

“Please..fuck me. I don’t care if anyone hears us. I need you..”

it was all he needed to feel affirmed. For you to be equally as carefree as he was. Your shorts had been residing at your knees so he’d finish removing them before hoisting a leg to his shoulder and keeping his eyes focused on your own. “Good girl. That’s all you had to say.” In a moment's notice, you’d find yourself impaled on him; split open by that tip and a few more inches. Releasing loud wails, the two of you moved like a well oiled machine. His hips snapping without so much as slowing down and you meeting those thrusts. The sounds of your skin smacking colliding with the ruffle of the leaves underneath your shoes and of course, the foul words escaping those lips.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart..I hope you’ve been taking your pill because I can’t wait to breed all these pretty holes. Make you walk back to camp with all my cum in you…that’ll be so fucking sexy. Maybe we should’ve brought your plug too.”

meanwhile, you were honing in on massaging your clit, even lobbing a trail of saliva down your tummy to aid in those strokes. Giggling at how calculated his plan whilst gasping and moaning.

“How long have you been waiting to get me out here like this?”

“Only since forever.”

and he had no plans to squander this opportunity. Only to make it worth both of your time. Cradling a hand to the back of your neck, Ace keeps your faces glued to one another..eventually drawing you closer for some deep, sloppy pecks. Those lips smacking as loud as the wet skin below; hips bucking..snapping with each movement and the next thrust growing harder than the last. Praising you for the way you took him so easily. His pace quickens and he can’t seem to slow down…hell, he’s insatiable and the only cure is to feel that tight hole squeezing him and squirting all over his shaft. The sensation of that warmth continuously wrapping around him..pulling him back in each time he felt as if he was going to slip out.

it was evident by the tears welling in your eyes that you were close and who was he to deny you the sweet surrender of an orgasm?

“Oh my gosh! Fuck..right there, right there—“

“Come f’r me, pretty girl. Let it out…come all over this dick.”

each stroke from then on brought forth spurts of wetness, until that little bladder emptied all over his shoes and the ground beneath. But that wasn’t the end..no, he couldn’t let up until he saw his earlier promise through. So he’d force himself through that overly sensitive flesh..getting only half of those eight or so inches before it’d begin to snap. Even so, he persists..because the only thing he wants is to feel that seed pouring into your womb. And it’s not long before his wish is granted. You’d pull him in close, pleading with him to fill you to the brim. Marking his back previously and now with those deep scratch marks, signifying that he was your territory and now he’d done the same..all but growling as he empties his balls into you and leaves a stream of that hot white load embedded inside of you. Chest heaving and curse words are still spewing from his mouth, along with a laugh.

“Fuck..I swear you bring out the worst in me.”

“Says the one whose idea it was in the first goddamn place.”

but there aren’t any complaints. It was no secret you enjoyed this as much as he did. And those primal urges were only just beginning to be quelled…

“Well I have a better idea..why don’t we go for round two when we get back to the tent?”

after all, you had a long weekend ahead of you!

[yanderes-galore]

60.) "You feel like you're being stalked? Tell me all about it...." yandere romantic prompt for Legoshi please with a pray darling

Sure, I didn't say what animal you were, but you're smaller than Legoshi and an herbivore.

Yandere! Legoshi Prompt 60

"You feel like you're being stalked? Tell me all about it...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Animalistic tendencies, Obsession with scent/blood, Possessive behavior, Lucid yandere, Thoughts of consumption, Dubious companionship/relationship (You see him as a friend).

As an herbivore, friendships with carnivores can be... complicated. There's always dangers, especially when you're so much smaller than most carnivores. There's always a chance...

A chance you could become prey.

Legoshi, as a carnivore, knew of such a possibility. In fact, when he spent time with herbivores, he was very aware of how mixed his desires can be. He's big, strong, and dangerous... even when he doesn't wish to be.

You on the other hand? You're small, weak, and fragile compared to most carnivores. You don't have the type of desires he has.

Which is why he feels ashamed to feel the way he does.

The bond between you should be friends... at the most that's how it should be. In fact, Legoshi probably shouldn't even be your friend. You're an herbivore, he could easily hurt you.

Instead he crushes on you like a lovesick puppy.

Everything about you is addicting. Your scent, the way you feel against him, your voice. Everything about you he wants more of.

It scares him, really....

At first he thought he could make it work. At least as a carnivore he can protect you from harm. You trust him...

Yet as he tells himself that, he's stalking you at night like the predator he is. He just can't help it. He just... He just wants to protect you when you walk around alone at night.

Is that what he wants?

He can't help the way his eyes dilate when he smells you. When you walk alone, he can smell your unease. He can tell you're scared.

Legoshi can smell everything from your fear to the smell of your blood with even the lightest wound. It all drives him crazy. At night... He fights for his life to keep control of his instincts with you around.

He wants nothing more than to follow around. To hunt you down and pounce. He can't tell if he wants to kiss you... or devour you....

Legoshi has already been having trouble dealing with such desires. Even to the point of locking him away in his room to try and fight his desires. But... he can't help but want to watch you.

Of course, you had to notice at some point... your scent always gives things away.

He just wasn't sure how to reply when you brought it up.

"I feel like I'm being stalked..." You admit to your friend, the large wolf staring down at you in shock. "You are the only one I felt I could bring this up with... I trust you."

Legoshi couldn't help but stare. To you, it looked like he was just processing the info. Which... isn't entirely wrong... but it's not for the reason you think.

"You feel like you're being stalked? Tell me all about it...." Legoshi manages to reply after some time, tail swaying. He hoped he wasn't giving too much away.

As you spoke with him, Legoshi couldn't help but feel guilt course through him. You trusted him... He was breaching that trust. You had no clue your carnivore friend was also the one stalking you throughout the night.

He couldn't help but flick his ears back a bit... until you said something that caught him off guard.

"I was hoping you could walk me home at night? Y'know... to protect me?" You admit, causing Legoshi to become alert.

"Y-You want... me to protect you at night?" Legoshi repeats, concern yet excitement bubbling within him.

Why did everything have to be so complicated with him...?

"Yeah... I've been hearing about those carnivore attacks lately...." You murmur, looking embarrassed to ask for help. "You're a carnivore, so... I was hoping you could prevent me from being attacked...?"

Legoshi's gaze softens towards you. You were so scared... unknowingly inviting your predator to protect you. Legoshi wasn't sure if he should feel happy if you trust him...

Or stressed due to the idea of possibly attacking you.

"You sure...? That could be dangerous...." Legoshi admits, sitting back in his chair. "You trust me that much?"

"Of course!" You smile. "Sorry if it's too much to ask for... but it would make me feel safer."

Legoshi fights with himself internally for a bit. He knows he shouldn't... but he can't keep stalking you at night. If he took your offer... he could "protect" you... he could be near you....

"Sure... If it will make you feel safe." Legoshi finally answers, unable to hide the gentle wag of his tail. Ugh... He really was obsessed with everything about you. "I do care about you... wouldn't want you hurt...."

Was this really love...?

"Great! That means a lot, Legoshi!" You chuckle, the sound divine in his ears. "You're the best, see you later then!"

"Y-Yeah...! No problem...." Legoshi murmurs as he watches you exit the drama club. Once you left Legoshi felt an uncertain pang in his gut.

What was he doing? Lying to you to get his way? He felt horrible. He felt like he was toying with you.

But... Legoshi would rather die than admit to what he's done. Perhaps he can now ignore such desires now that he's playing bodyguard? Will... Will that work?

Legoshi sighs, putting his head in his hands as he tries to sort through his thoughts. How did he really feel about you...? Did he even know?

Was he watching you because he was concerned... or because he wanted to eat you?

The wolf groans to himself, still having your smell in his nose. He could never forget that scent. It made his mouth water.

He should be happy he's close to you now. Yet... Legoshi dreads it. He dreads it because he should've isolated himself from you long ago. Now... He's in too deep.

Legoshi can't bear to leave you alone now... He'll take your invitation because it's better than the alternative...

He just has to hope he doesn't try anything that could hurt you due to his desires... or something worse.

[graceofagodswrath]

Transformers x HASO Headcannons | Part 2

Back on my Transformers kick and it’s making me depressed about the realism behind humans being helpless and tiny. I also went over this in my first set of Transformers headcannons as a reply, so this is me expanding on a lot of those points.

My main focus is that if humans were the average size of other sentient beings in the Transformers universe, we would finally be taken a little bit seriously. Cue ridiculous research into humans' actual strengths.

Transformers are coming to understand our evolutionary path. Because we’re so small, it’s easily overlooked that humans are still predators. We hunt, we kill, and we’re violent. If we don’t have someone to hate as a unified group, we turn on ourselves.

But specifically, we’re pursuit predators. Our endurance and stamina is what makes us deadly. Our main hunting strategy back in the cave and hut days was literally to just walk after an animal for days on end until it either gave up or dropped dead from exhaustion. We can go miles without tiring (when trained properly).

As long as we have water, we can last a month without food. The longest someone ever fasted was for 382 days (look up Agnus Barbieri), and that was with the bare essentials of liquids and vitamins. No solid food.

And when we do have to find our own food, anything is game. We will find a way to eat it. Whether poisonous, venomous, tough-skinned, or just a lot of teeth, we will figure out a way to make it a meal. We have the advantage of being omnivores. In a game of survival, outside of predators, we’re top dogs.

While no natural armor sucks, our hairless selves are perfectly adapted to adapting to any environment. We are hella sensitive even to the slightest changes. We can smell weather changes based on moisture in the air, taste anomalies in our food, feel the slightest brush on something on our skin, etc. Our lack of armor allows for easy flexibility most species can only dream of, especially transformers. Getting into tight spots, getting out of tight spots, and moving hella fast is our bread and butter (when motivated lol).

One thing I really find interesting is our prey/predator instinct vs transformers.

Transformers did not evolve (as far as my knowledge goes) with natural predators. They have been through horrific times, from slavery under Quintessons to their own government, but the only really natural evolutionary advantage they have is their technological adaptability. Their ease of learning alien languages is an example. As well as their main transformation ability.

TF One really highlights this (small spoilers). Their planet is shown to be a constantly changing environment, from flat surfaces to rapidly changing cliff faces. Their ability to transform between a vehicle and bipedal form is imperative to quickly adapt to such a fast-paced and even deadly environment. The only predators I can account for are scraplets and spark eaters (there are probably more, but idk them). However, their reaction to this is to pull guns and freak out. They assume their technology and "superior" processes will solve all their problems.

But their cockiness in other environments shows how nonchalant they are about these interactions, and it backfires heavily. The only real threats they see are other transformers and larger sentient species. Plus diseases, but that’s a whole other thing.

Humans on the other hand have had to contend with thousands of predator species over our evolutionary path. It’s only in the last couple hundred years or so that we’ve truly eliminated most of these threats or domesticated them. And when I say eliminate, I mean either mass hunting or learning about said predators to easily deal with them and avoid dangerous situations. Our prey instinct gives us the alertness to deal with imminent threats easier than species that don’t have such a strong experience.

That leads to the big evolutionary advantage of humans - our brains. Even though we’re considered primitive by transformer standards, that’s transformer standards. A race that has existed for ten million years through technological immortality, is also their undoing. Because they have lived for so long, breaking free of long-held traditions is near impossible for their society, which is why their war took place. Without consistent generational death and birth, they are literally stuck in the past.

Humans don’t have that issue - we change with the times because of our short mortality. While not the main influence for the size of our brains, it’s a point I wanted to add to clarify why transformers may struggle to adapt to certain environments versus humans.

Through the consistent stresses we endure because of our vulnerability, we have to consistently think outside the box to survive. To stagnate is death, forward is all we can do. Our brains have developed in such a way that we can comprehend, understand, and innovate with ease. It’s our main calling card. Hell, when there’s no stress we just do that shit for fun (shrimp literally frying rice contraptions for example).

When you combine these talents and we know what the fuck we’re doing, we’re pretty much unstoppable. As long as we’re on an even playing field. Via size. Because let’s be honest, that’s the only reason humans are looked down upon (other than being organic, but if anyone has any other ideas, let em flow).

A personal fav of mine is the idea that if we were the same size as the average transformer, we’d be cryptid level creepy. The way we move, behave, even the way we smile would be unnerving, no matter how similar we look. If anything, the similarities between the average cybertronian and human would probably freak transformers out, seeing their own features reflected in an organic. Noses, eyes, teeth, especially toes.

My personal headcannon is that Transformers would think toes are so weird. Like, what’s the point of having so many extra digits? Cue our climbing abilities and balancing in weird places. Or just closing a drawer or door with a foot. Grabbing something with the dogs. Pull a chimpanzee and let the weird looks fly.

Better yet, our pain tolerance. Sure, we’re squishy and get hurt easily thanks to the lack of armor and exposed skin. But that just builds pain tolerance. We tolerate getting picked up and thrown around by these giant asses so much because it’s what we’re already used to. We teach our children coordination, balance, their physical limits, and so much more through rough play. Its how we learn to become this versatile.

Roughhousing, doing dangerous shit just for fun, our vulnerability makes us used to the pain. It becomes easy to ignore and work through. This leads to the crazy shit about getting stabbed or shot and just walking it off. Imagine a transformer losing their shit over their human getting shot and the humans just like, “damn, feels like when I burnt my hand on the stove” or some shit. Unfazed.

And ANOTHER thing. Our instincts play a big role. That feeling you get when being watched? Or uncanny valley? I have a huge headcannon that humans would not be fooled by holomatter avatars. It would just hit us immediately. Transformers have no instinct to breathe. They probably don’t think about blinking. Their movement would probably be stiff and awkward, used to navigating spaces with more stationary bulk. Sure, they could probably program their avatars to do it, but I get a feeling that you would… get a feeling.

Plus their clothes choices make no sense half of the time (I’m looking at Rodimus, wtf was that getup in swerves arc in MTMTE?? Only Nautica and Swerve looked normal, plus Megatron - without his shoulder-padded trenchcoat).

This was a 2am rant, so if it’s unclear, I apologize. And if anyone wants to clarify or make corrections, please do! Again, I am not up to date on all comics or lore, so I’m probably missing a lot of shit. This is based on my personal feelings, knowledge, and observations.

[serpentface]

What does the yotici life cycle look like now?

Fairly similar, here's a generalized idea

I Did kind of drop the sessile+asexual polyp mobile+sexual fish alternating generations because it doesn't Really change anything besides sounding vaguely interesting. Fish reproduction is wild enough as-is.

Their eggs are laid in a stringy mass that requires a root to the sea floor (coral, tough kelps, rocks, sticks, etc) and light currents to keep them oxygenated. These egg masses are strong and can bend and sway fairly significantly without coming apart, but will be broken by strong currents and require a sheltered environment to survive. This is the basis of a Garden, an engineered ecosystem designed to protect the eggs, provide substantial and consistent nourishment for the young and resting places and shelter for adults, and additionally function as cultural and social centers.

Larvae are tiny and born with a yolk sac attached to sustain them. They metamorphose into a 'predatory' phase in which they feed on zooplankton and organic debris. These phases are tiny and poor swimmers, wholly reliant on the sheltered environment of the garden for safety and consistent food sources. Those swept out have very little chance of longterm survival. The VAST majority of yotici that hatch at all die in their larval stages.

Most of their anatomy is fully developed as a 'yotling', in which they are much stronger swimmers, school together, and are primarily predatory. Yotlings feed on plankton and other small animals, but their most important food source is their own species' eggs. This is a natural behavior for yotici, and much of the function of the garden is to provide this dependable, clustered food source for their young. The survival benefits of most of their reproductive output being sacrificed to these viable young with a fairly strong chance of survival vastly outweigh the loss, given the vast majority of yotici larvae who hatch to begin with die without ever reaching this phase. Yotlings have much lower mortality rates than the larvae, but a majority will die to predation. They're also frequent bycatch in fisheries and are widely eaten by landdwelling peoples. During the yotling phase, they're about 4-8 inches long.

Their beak starts to develop in the juvenile stage, during which they are 'weaned' out of predatory behavior and start consuming algae and marine plants. They instinctively school around adult yotici and follow them to food sources, usually eating algae that grows around the tougher foods the adults can handle. This tends to be the point in which active parental protection begins, but few yotici cultures conceptualize these juveniles as full people or develop personalized bonds with them, as their mortality rate is still fairly high. During the juvenile phase, they're about 8-14 inches long.

A yotici 'child' has all its base adult anatomy developed, including its tentacles, and looks like a miniature adult. They can eat tougher foods and join the adults in consuming seagrass. This is the point in which they are semi-equivalent to a human infant, rapidly learning and picking up on language and beginning to communicate. Fully active parental care and bonding will occur during this period (the Exact cultural marker of when this starts can vary) and they are conceptualized as people. Diminishingly few yotici actually survive to this phase, but those who do have a very good chance of lasting to adulthood. The child phase starts at about 1-2 ft in length.

At this point they grow steadily until sexual maturity, and will continue to grow (much, much more slowly) throughout the rest of their lives. Sexual maturity takes a VERY long time, usually about 20 years from hatching. An adult yotici generally ranges in size from 12-18 ft, with outstanding or very long lived individuals passing 25 (the World Record would be in the mid 30 ft range). A yotici who survives to reproductive adulthood has excellent chances at a long life, and yotici are by far the longest living sophonts. A lucky individual can crest 200 years.

[egg-but-with-style]

What is fear? Is it the blood pumping out from your heart and into your veins at high speeds? Is it the adrenaline keeping you running despite the ache in your legs? Is it the deep burning in your lungs as it begins to hurt to even breathe?

No. You don't think it's any of those things. It can't be any of those things.

Because the only thing that drives the adrenaline to keep flooding your system, the only thing that keeps the blood pumping, the legs running, the lungs burning, is those eyes.

His eyes.

König was never stable. You knew that. You understood that. Someone could only see death so many times and come back with their humanity intact.

He'd seen blood and viscera paint his vision. The smell of death explode in his sinuses. Gorey battlefields painted crimson, with only him standing.

Its how he got his title as Colonel after all.

So when he actually broke, finally had some sort of mental breakdown that caused him to snap the necks of half his team, you weren't really surprised. Just terrified.

Terrified as you took your bag, sneaking away from your desk with your most quiet of footsteps. He wouldn't notice the pretty and plump secretary missing from his desk, right?

You had made it just a little ways down the hallway, the lights starting to flicker slightly, when you saw him standing there.

His eyes were..well the only way you could describe it was mad. Insane, deranged. Something you had only seen when soldiers came back from a mission and still had blood caking their uniforms.

The bloodlust in his eyes..it's not a mystery why you started to run.

It's not a mystery why he started to chase.

You called yourself stupid a few times as he started to sprint down the hallway after you. You should've known a predator would chase prey. Its in a killing machines instinct!

You just told yourself you had to keep running, it didn't matter if you could physically feel him getting closer, or your legs starting to ache like they were about to explode.

You knew you couldn't fight him, he'd snapped his fellow soldiers necks like they were peanut brittle. No matter how tall and strong you were, you knew he was stronger.

It was almost funny how you could already feel the trauma of seeing such bloodshed searing itself into your mind.

You knew you'd never forget this moment for the rest of your life, though it seemed like your life was about to be cut short, so why worry?

Running through halls with flickering lights, and the only sound being your pants and footfalls, and his in almost perfect synchrony.

The exit sign being your gospel, your salvation, that maybe once you stepped out that door that someone would see and shoot könig on sight.

You kept pushing, and pushing, through anguish and pain you'd never felt before. Feeling like you were going to puke at this rate.

But your faith held true, there it was in all its holy glory. The exit door.

You rammed against the metal mechanism of the door, feeling it push in and then..it was locked.

It was locked.

You quickly fell to the floor. Your legs falling to the ground along with your hope, and it shattering with your heart.

You could barely feel yourself breathing. Too stunned by sudden hopelessness, but you could hear him.

He was right behind you, breathing in deep, controlled breaths. Why did you think you could outrun him? Why did you think you could escape when you were heaving through your breaths like a dog?

You knew what fear felt like. It was the terror and knowledge of knowing you can't run away, you can't escape. That even the people you knew can snap and turn against you.

Maybe it was fear that made you use the last bit of your energy to turn and face him. Your back now held up against your false savior.

Or maybe it was some deep need to look your would be killer in the eyes, to leave him some scar on his mind.

You saw him, and those bloodthirsty eyes. His mask soaked in bright red crimson, his fatigues in a similar state. Patches of blood from people you had only known as acquaintances warning you against your own fate.

But the stab of a knife never came, the twist of your neck between his giant hands never happened.

Instead he..kneeled. Getting down to your level, still looking you in the eye.

He reached into his pocket and you were sure he was going for his gun, a little touched that he'd want to take you out quickly.

But then he pulled out..a heart...the heart he ripped from the chest of one of his teammates, you remembered the scream, and the spray of blood.

Now it sat lifeless in his hands, presenting it to you with sick satisfaction. You knew he had a tendency to stare at you while you worked, to give you slight favor over everyone else. You thought it was because you were his secretary but-

"I love you, meine liebe..I..I couldn't let you leave..I'm sorry you had to see such a mess but..I love you.."

His eyes changed to that of a sad dogs. Wide, round and filled with tears. This is what caused all of this? Your 2 week notice? He killed atleast 6 men just because you wanted to leave!?

You wanted to scream, shriek, yell at him with all your fury, how dare he!?! How could he!?! He can't say he loves you! But all you could do was cry.

Little pathetic sobs coming from ragged lungs and a heart beating like a rabbits.

He just came closer, sitting the heart down beside you with a slick plap. He then put his bloody hand on your face, spreading viscera and gore as he rubbed away your tears with his thumb.

"Don't cry... I'll make it all better.."

He put his mouth to yours, taking his other hand and putting on the back of your head. Forcing you to kiss him. Making you taste blood. It was almost ferocious the way he stuck his tongue down your throat and pressed you lips against his.

The hand that was on your cheek was now holding your waist, gripping into the fat of your hip as he pushed himself against you, rabid for contact.

This deep desire for your love and affection, even when you were traumatized and burnt out.

Only when his lungs started to burn, and your vision started to go black at the edges he finally pulled away, letting you slump against the door, exhausted.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw him pull a syringe out of his breast pocket, it having been wrapped in bubble wrap.

He pushed on the plunger just a bit, making sure no air was left. Then with all the gentleness a murderous, giant, monster of a man could muster, he poked it into your arm.

Cradling you as you felt your vision slip. Almost gentle and warm. But you only felt one thing. Fear.

[sebastianswallows]

The Little Death — 13. Tainted by instinct

— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit gets left behind in the Arrakeen palace. When Feyd becomes the Planetary Governor, he finds her there in hiding. The Harkonnens don't traditionally keep them as truthsayers or concubines like other Houses do, but Feyd might have a use for her. After all, he's never had a Bene Gesserit of his own before.

— WARNINGS: fluff, angst, a bit of smut

— WORDCOUNT: 3.3k

— A/N: I'm baaaack! I'm sorry for not writing for the longest time, my dears. I went through a bit of a writer's block and work and life didn't help either, but I finally pulled myself together 😂 I do want to finish this story. This is more of a contemplative chapter, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway ❤️ Thank you for being so patient! 😘

— TAGLIST: @elf-punk @lowlyloved @pomtherine @slytherins-heir @babyofneptune @localravenclaw @missbingu @wo-ming-bai @torossosebs

Before us, all methods of learning were tainted by instinct. Before us, instinct-ridden researchers possessed a limited attention span — often no longer than a single lifetime. Projects stretching across fifty or more generations never occurred to them. The concept of total muscle/nerve training had not entered their awareness. We learned how to learn. — Bene Gesserit Azhar Book

It disturbed her how comfortable she was beginning to find mornings with Feyd-Rautha. And if she felt safe and cool and protected in his arms, appreciated for her mere human presence, how must he have felt after so many weeks together…? He already felt comfortable enough to confess that he dreamed of her, which not any man would do. But Feyd wasn’t just any man.

She turned in his arms and looked at him while he was sleeping. His body was starkly pale against the black Harkonnen sheets, reminding her of just how vulnerable he was. His body may’ve had the soft curves of muscles on his shoulders and his arms, his strong thighs, his stomach toned and firm, and a blade was as deadly in his hands as a Lasgun in the arms of a Sardaukar, but he was just a little boy. His lips were softly pouting in sleep, his brow was smooth and slightly damp with sweat. She found herself wishing now more than ever that he had hair so that she could run her fingers through it.

And as if he felt her thoughts, he smiled and peeked one eye open.

“I knew it,” he muttered sleepily, then closed his eyes again and stretched in his distinctive, feline way. “What are you doing?”

“You said you knew,” she smirked.

“Cheeky witch.”

He ended his stretch by casting an arm around her waist and pulling her closer, burying his face against her chest. He didn’t do it as the prelude to anything, she somehow knew that. He was just resting against her and taking comfort in the beating of her heart.

“You were watching me sleep,” he mumbled. “Like some sort of predator.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I don’t mind… As long as I’m your only prey.”

She laughed softly. “Somehow, I doubt you’ve ever been anybody’s prey.”

“You’d be surprised.”

She embraced him loosely and traced his spine with the tips of her fingers. It made him shiver and purr. He wrapped a leg around her waist and pulled himself even more deeply into her. He was such a classic example of a motherless boy, he may well have been in a Bene Gesserit textbook on the topic. The memory of her lessons made her shiver too, but less pleasantly than Feyd did… Her instincts told her to use her knowledge and mould him to her needs, and breaking herself away from those teachings was harder than she anticipated. There was, if she were honest, a certain amount of guilt associated with putting them aside while she was with him. She felt like a traitor. Her rational mind told her this was by design, but it didn’t make it easier. She asked herself — where was her will in all of this? With the Bene Gesserit teachings on the one side and Feyd’s desires on the other, where did she stand?

The more she lingered on this question, the greater a sense of anger grew. Ever since childhood, she’d been taught to think in a certain way, to speak a certain way, to move a certain way, and until she went back out into the world she never questioned it. She still hardly questioned it, or was just beginning to… The teachings of the Bene Gesserits were, for the longest time, the only ones to live by. Crashing upon the open universe through her experiences had been a slow and persistent shock that continued even as she lay quietly in Feyd’s arms. She wondered how different her life might’ve been if raised under different circumstances, by different people… By people who cared about her.

And she realised Feyd wasn’t that much different either. Whatever kind of life he’d had on his home planet, the Baron had taken that away from him, moulded him the way she too was moulded, if in a different direction. He wasn’t his own person, either. She wondered if that made him angry too. She wondered if he planned to do anything about it. She wondered, most deeply and ardently, if he wanted to.

A heaviness built up behind her eyes, tears of mourning for a wasted life, and her first reflex was to bury this useless feeling. What purpose could tears possibly serve — so taught the Bene Gesserits — if not used for manipulation? And on Arrakis, wasting tears was a kind of profanity. But beneath the veil of all these rules and traditions, the small, hard kernel of herself defied them all. She had a right to mourn herself if she wanted to, and she had a right to mourn Feyd’s wasted life, too. She held him more tightly and buried her face into his neck as if being absorbed into his being would rescue her.

“Hmmm… Thinking again,” he mumbled — a statement, not a question. Still, he held her close, his big palm cupping the back of her head.

“I don’t want to play that game anymore,” she said, not hiding how morose she was.

“Which one?”

“Predator and prey.”

“You know I was only jesting…”

“But you weren’t. There was a truth to it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have said it.”

He pulled back and looked at her. She could feel his hot gaze on her even though she kept her eyes closed, her cheek flush with his naked chest.

“What is this about?”

“You are right about more things than you realise,” she sighed. “You’re just not used to speaking them with the gravity they deserve.”

“And you aren’t used to giving me a straight answer.” He was fully awake now though, with cold clarity in his eyes as he scowled at her.

She traced her fingers up his spine until she reached the back of his head, where the softness of muscle was replaced by the hard bone of his skull.

“I don’t think I dare give you straight answers,” she confessed. “You’re not used to hearing them. You wouldn’t believe them.”

“Try me.”

“No,” she said, and braved the growl that came out of him. For the product of a hyperindustrialised planet, he had such pure savagery in him. “I’ll tell you when you’re ready.”

“And you think you know my mind better than me?”

“Wouldn’t be much of a Bene Gesserit if I didn’t,” she smirked.

Feyd didn’t find that very amusing, but he went back to nuzzling her throat. She scratched his scalp gently as a reward, drawing senseless circles until he purred again.

When the sun started to heat the room and sounds reached them from the castle corridors of the servants beginning their day and the changing of the guards, they finally disentangled themselves from one another and got up. She helped dress him and freshened up the inking on his teeth, and without asking he helped her dress as well. His hands wandered, fingers pulling clumsily at the laces, tying them a bit too tightly. She wondered if he was being bad at it on purpose.

“So you want to spend the whole morning fussing with this, do you?” she asked, placing her hands on his to stop the messy knot he was making.

“Oh, I’ve taken it off often enough to know how to put it back on,” said Feyd with a grin.

“Evidently not. Step aside.”

He didn’t, of course, but he let her push him and watched her finish dressing herself, his arms crossed over his chest. Even through all that black material, it was as if he could see all of her. Or perhaps he just approved of the colour.

“Want to join me today?” he suddenly said.

“Where?” she asked, turning to look at him.

“Command room.”

It had been a while since she’d been permitted to be there, and he’d scarcely given the impression that he truly cared about what she thought. Oh, he wanted a Bene Gesserit alright, but he just saw it as another flavour of concubine rather than a real advisor — or at most, as a sort of mother-bride.

“I’m not sure what use I could be,” she said as she brushed down the folds of her dress.

“Don’t want to help me conquer this flaming pit of a planet?” asked Feyd, a crinkle of resentment in his eye that he could barely hide. “Or do you just not like to see the Fremen dying?”

“I know nothing of military strategy,” she smirked, “remember?”

He huffed a sigh and trotted past her to grab his blades, and with a jerking movement sheathed them.

“Come on, then. Let’s have breakfast. Then you’re allowed to go your own way, as usual,” he grumbled, then stepped outside to the brisque salute of the guards.

She followed quietly, a small shadow with clipped steps, going unnoticed by the crashing waves of bowing heads Feyd marched between. What the other Harkonnens or local workers of Arrakeen thought of her presence by the Planetary Governor lately, she couldn’t say. It was difficult enough to read Feyd’s true thoughts, lately. A few months ago, she would’ve found that unnerving… But as she watched the pale back of his head, tension obvious in his shoulders, arms stiff by his side as if he itched to grab a dagger, she could only smile. He was frightening, but he was still hers, in a way, and she allowed through her whole body to flow that feeling of tenderness which was particular to blood relatives, or lovers.

To his credit, he swallowed his discontent, his suspicion of her and her ever-shifting thoughts, while they had breakfast. He even smiled as he passed her one of his favourite treats, a folded pastry with a yellow cream inside, sprinkled on top with a meld of sugar and melange.

“You’ve forgiven me, then?” she said as she took a bite.

“What was there to forgive?” he asked airily.

“Nothing at all,” she said, all too happy to avoid having to disclose her thoughts, her growing tenderness for him, her un-womanly desire to betray her order and save him.

“Well then,” said Feyd, growing serious again at her evasion, “since there’s nothing to forgive, I haven’t forgiven you.”

She ate quietly but not without a little smile. She tolerated him when he was his petulant princeling self, but she liked him far better when he put his mind to use, even if it was just to say something clever. It made her see in him the qualities of Harkonnens past, that sharpness and alacrity which first drew the Bene Gesserits’ attention to them as good candidates for the breeding program.

When she parted from him, bowing low, he didn’t react. He was still upset with her. In his silence and coldness of being he tried to keep to himself in much the same way she did, as revenge — but he was still a little boy and didn’t realise that when he was being silent he most betrayed what he was feeling.

He longs for closeness by any means, she thought. Physically, mentally, emotionally… It hurts him not to know what I was thinking in the morning, in his arms. Well, he can suffer it a while longer.

While Feyd dealt with the Fremen, she went to meditate at her usual spot — shadowed and dry and away from the servants, inside a little alcove in a forgotten balcony, with the smell of burnt sand upon the wind and the morning dew melting in the air. She wanted to help Feyd, that much she could recognise in herself now without any of the shame that an obedient Bene Gesserit sister might feel — because she wasn’t obedient anymore, neither to the sisterhood, nor to the Harkonnens, or even to Feyd himself… If anything, she far preferred it when he was obedient to her. Not only did those precious little moments make her feel safe, but when he submitted she could let flow all of those latent, perfectly animal, ancient feelings of love. It felt both sensual and motherly, like a forbidden treat that melted on her tongue. She licked her lips and caught faint traces of the melange from breakfast.

And when she closed her eyes, with the Arrakis wind lapping against her ears, she saw a vision of blue waters swaying, and the sweat that beaded on her brow was sea spray splashing as it hit the rocks. The scent of burning stone as the hot sun hit the palace tasted of salt to her, and the distant marching of troops became paddles pushing a large vessel forward. She saw this vision as much as she felt it and knew in an instinctive way that this reality existed somewhere, whether now or in the future. She reached out with her mind, trying to sense how far away this world was. The response surprised her — it felt not far away, but past. Not so much distant within space as within time… And it felt peaceful.

She yearned to be there, on that strange planet, wet and cold, with Arrakis far behind her, with an empty expanse of black rocks on all sides and the sounds of a turbulent sea beneath her. She let herself lay down in this vision, her back resting on uneven stones, and faced the sky. It was a pale blue, nearly white, with large grey birds circling and cutting through the clouds. Her skin felt stiff with an overflow of chill and her lungs felt full and light. Was this planet Caladan, the home of House Atreides? She’d never been there, but she knew it to be oceanic, lush with life, the very opposite of Dune. Why would her meditations pull her there? Would Feyd invade it? Would she join him? It didn’t seem that way… All about her was peace.

A deeper rumble sang throughout her bones, in dissonance with the place her mind had run to, and as the thrumming got closer and bubbled above her consciousness, she came to realise it was something in the present. With a broken heart, she opened her eyes and found herself lying on the floor, facing the brown ceiling. Behind her, through the wide corridors of the palace, troops were in motion. Was there an attack?

She heaved herself up and shook the dust off her dress, and went to find Feyd in case he had need of her. She hoped he did… She wanted an excuse to be with someone just then, even under the guise of a soulless Bene Gesserit.

[monimccoythings]

Primal Instincts

I saw that in an alternate universe he, sabertooth and wildchild are feral men called the pack. And I just knew my glorious purpose. For a second I was tempted to name this like one of those supernatural romantic novels from Wattpad like "Hunted by the Alpha" or something like that lol.

tags: as gn!reader as possible (except maybe one little thing that can be ignored), feral!logan, feral!victor creed (brief appearance), feral!Kyle gibney (brief appearence), animal behavior, scent marking, non-con elements, dark!logan, small violence (reader gets grabbed by the neck).

You came for a well deserved holidays to a cottage in the middle of the Canadian woods to relax and draw the wilderness. No signal, no wifi, and the closest town is half an hour by car. Just you and nature for an entire month.

Logan smelled your sweet scent from across the wilderness. And he was immediately entraced by it. He follows the scent towards a small clearing with a wooden cottage in the middle of it. And that's when he sees you.

Oh the primal and animalistic things you make him feel, too complex and strong for his primitive brain to understand and process. You make his mouth water and his cock twitch with raw desire, that's the only thing he needs to know.

Logan starts to scent mark around your house to ward off other predators, and to warn his packmates that you were already claimed; rubbing himself against trees, rocks, and the walls of your house. He got in an ugly fight with Victor because he came too close to his liking.

Kyle tried to approach you too, mostly driven by his own curiosity instead of defiance like Victor, but a single growl was enough to make him backpedal into the wilderness.

Logan also starts to leave at you doorsteps small gifts that range from cute (some flowers he had seen you sniff earlier) to creepy (a bird you had been drawing the day before, obviously dead).

When you leave for groceries he freaks out. Are you gone?? Where?? Why?? He grows frustrated because he cannot match your car's speed. You swore you heard an inhuman howl in the distance when you were driving towards the closest town.

Logan's rage and despair know no limits while you're gone. Not even Victor dares to provoke him in the middle of his frenzy, his destructive behavior could turn the smallest hint of a challenge into a very painful death.

He feels alive again when he sees your car return. Oh? You were just in need of food? He should have noticed, you don't need to worry about it anymore, he will take care of your hunger from now on. And to make sure you never leave him again, he flattens your tires with his claws.

So he starts providing you with carcasses of his hunts, his biggest prizes, only the best for his mate. He won't eat until he makes sure you have taken a bite, which concerns him when you refuse to do so. Isn't that enough? Should he hunt for bigger prey?

Let's just say it freaks you out to open the door and find a dead deer in your porch. It's not the first time it has happened. At first you thought those "presents" as accurate as they had been to your interests, had been left behind by some stray cat, yeah yeah, totally crazy but it was the safest way of thinking. But no cat was strong enough to carry a deer like that towards your house.

Fuck holidays, it was time to leave.

The blood in your veins ran cold when you saw the flattened tires. You couldn't escape by car. Your only options was either run for an hour towards the closest town, or stay there and hope whatever was lurking in the woods, never got bored of hunting just deer.

Either option terrified you, but you couldn't stop to dwell in the pros and cons.

So you ran.

It was getting dark, and cold, and your lungs felt like they were about to explode. Yet, the thought of dying if you stopped to take a breath kept you moving forwards. You didn't stop. Couldn't stop.

Until you literally couldn't take a step further.

There, in the middle of the way, something, or better said, someone, was blocking your path.

It was a man, and what a man.

Hairy like a wild beast and built like the strongest bodybuilder. He was flanked by two other equally naked men, hidden in the shadows to not overshadow the one in front of you. They were larger than him, but lower in their hierarchy, you supposed by the way they trailed behind, with their heads lowered. Their behavior reminded you of a pack of wolves.

You took a step back. Their leader, or at least who you supposed was the leader, slightly bared his teeth at you, showing the tiniest hint of two very sharp fangs.

Your mind went blank. Your entire brain short-circuited. Despite the thinly veiled threath in his actions, you unconciously took a step back.

"No." The man rumbled in a very deep voice. It sounded rough, weird even, like that was the first words he pronounced ever. Still, that wasn't enough to make him less intimidating in your eyes.

So that's why when he took a step fowards, you turned around and run.

It didn't take long for him to catch up to you. Of course he would. He moved like a fish in water, this was his territory after all.

The worst part of wanting peace and tranquility in the middle of nowhere was that nobody could hear your screams. Nobody could hear you trashing and kicking against that wall of solid muscle's strong grip.

You fought, you fought with everything you had inside. Not even when his patience ran thin and snarled at you with a sound that was more animal than man did you stop fighting.

He pushed the door of your cottage and walked in with you struggling in his arms like he owned the place. He made a beeline towards the bedroom and dropped your body unceremoniously onto the bed, wasting no time in getting on top of you when he sensed you were about to bolt.

At least the other two hadn't followed him in. Still, you knew they were out there, lurking, watching. You didn't know what was worse.

Even when he had you pinned in the bed you refused to submit. With an inhuman roar, he grabbed your neck with his right hand and pressed you against the pillow, while from the knuckles of his left hand sprouted three metal blades that sank in the pillow mere inches to your right.

He was so close to your face you could see his sharp teeth glistening. His large erection poked insistently at your thigh. In the middle of that raging cloud of emotions that went from fear to dread, arousal was certainly one you were not expecting. It was faint, yet it was there. As if your body subconciously enjoyed being roughed up by that brute. Shame filled your body.

His hand moved to the back of your neck, where he held you firmly in place. His face lowered to your pulse point, where your scent was stronger, it was driving him crazy, he could feel himself getting dizzy with it. His mouth latched at your neck, sucking, biting, licking and nipping; he couldn't get enough. Everything in him was screaming to mark you, claim you, breed you full of his pups.

But he could smell you. You weren't ready. Not yet. He had to be patient. With a last nip at your neck, he left your trembling form on the bed, muttering a single warning before he exited the cottage.

"Stay."

Stay, because he'd be watching. Stay because he'd know if you tried to escape again. Stay because it wouldn't take him much to drag you back there with him, and next time he may not be so gentle.

Before walking back into the wilderness he made sure to leave his scent all over the cottage and its surroundings once again.

Logan hadn't expected you to resist. He would have liked you had welcomed his courtship with open arms. His instincts were screaming at him to just take you and tie you to him forever. Yet, there was a tiny voice inside his mind, thatwarned him that mating with an unwilling partner would risk their hate. And if Logan craved something, was your love and devotion.

He is a predator, he is the alpha of the pack. He is a very patient creature. He had caught the smallest flick of arousal when he had manhandled you earlier. His chest puffed out proudly. That was a good reaction. In due time, he would make you his mate and you would accept, willingly.

In the meantime, he will keep courting you, catering to your needs, proving himself worthy of your affections. He doesn't need to worry about anything else.

Because in the end, you would be his.

A/N: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORTER WHAT HAPPENED

[leeknot]

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The cold air pricked at your skin as you stood among a sea of strangers, each wearing identical green uniforms marked with numbers. Yours read 222, a stark reminder that you were no longer a person -just a number in this twisted game. Around you, murmurs of panic echoed, but the masked guards lining the walls silenced any attempts at rebellion.

You clutched your stomach instinctively, the weight of your unborn child grounding you in the chaos. The fear wasn't just for yourself-it was for the fragile life you carried. Survival wasn't an option anymore. It was a necessity.

A loud chime rang through the arena, and a voice, cold and mechanical, reverberated around you.

> "Welcome to the first game. Follow the instructions carefully, and you might survive."

The massive doors in front of you creaked open, revealing an open field bathed in unnatural light. A gigantic doll with lifeless, cartoonish eyes loomed at the far end. Its head swiveled unnervingly, and you felt your stomach churn as its voice rang out:

> "Red Light, Green Light."

The rules were simple, but the stakes were impossibly high. Hesitation flickered across the faces of the players as the masked overseer continued.

> "Those who fail to follow the rules will be eliminated."

A gunshot echoed, as if to punctuate the final word. Several players jumped, their fear palpable.

The countdown began, and your breath hitched

"Green Light."

The doll's head swiveled away, its voice chirpy and mechanical. Players surged forward, some sprinting recklessly while others crept cautiously.

You hesitated, feet glued to the ground. Adrenaline coursed through you, but you couldn't afford to panic. One wrong move, and it would all be over-not just for you, but for the child growing inside you.

You forced yourself to take small, measured steps.

"Red Light."

The sudden command froze you mid-step. A player ahead of you stumbled forward, the tiniest motion sealing their fate. The sound of a gunshot cracked through the air, and the player crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

Your knees buckled as the reality set in-this wasn't a game. This was survival.

"Green Light."

The doll's chirpy voice mocked the rising tension.

You moved again, slower this time, focusing on every step. Around you, players faltered, their panic causing fatal mistakes. The field grew quieter with each round, the bodies of the fallen littering the ground like discarded pawns.

You kept your focus, but each step felt heavier, the strain of your pregnancy making balance harder to maintain. The sweat on your palms made your hands slip as you instinctively braced yourself on your knees during each halt.

It was during one of those moments that you noticed him.

A tall, lean figure stood a few paces ahead, his number 230 stitched neatly across his uniform. His movements were unnervingly calm, his face devoid of the panic etched into everyone else's. His dark eyes scanned the crowd, sharp and calculating, as though he were assessing each player like a predator stalking prey.

Your eyes met his for the briefest moment. His gaze lingered, piercing and deliberate, before he turned his attention back to the doll.

"Red Light."

You froze again, but this time your legs trembled violently. The weight of your body shifted too far forward, and your foot slipped. Panic clawed at your throat as you felt yourself teetering.

No one around you moved to help; they couldn't afford to. Fear made them avert their eyes, unwilling to risk their own survival.

And then, out of nowhere, a firm hand gripped your arm, steadying you.

You whipped your head around to see 230 standing beside you, his grip unwavering. His touch was cold and strong, his expression unreadable.

"Don't move." he muttered under his breath, his voice low and commanding.

The doll's eyes scanned the field, but neither of you moved a muscle. The moment the doll's head turned away again, he guided you forward, his hand never leaving your arm.

"Green Light."

He kept pace with you, his movements deliberate and controlled. Every time you faltered, his grip tightened, his strength anchoring you. It wasn't kindness-it was something else, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

When you finally crossed the finish line, your legs gave out, and you collapsed onto the grass. Your breath came in shallow gasps as you tried to process what had just happened.

But he didn't let go. Instead, he crouched down beside you, his face far too close. His dark eyes held an intensity that made your skin crawl.

"Why?" you croaked, your voice trembling.

His lips curled into a faint smirk, his head tilting slightly as he regarded you like a puzzle he'd just solved.

"Because you need me," he said simply, his tone eerily calm. "And I don't like losing what's mine."

His words made your stomach twist, but before you could respond, the masked overseer's voice boomed again, announcing the end of the game. Survivors were herded back to the dormitory, their expressions hollow and haunted.

As you shuffled back with the others, 230 stayed close, his presence looming over you like a shadow.

You couldn't shake the feeling that his help had come with a price-and that you'd already begun paying it.

As the doors closed behind you, you glanced over your shoulder, only to find him watching you. His eyes never wavered, his lips quirking into the faintest hint of a smile.

It wasn't relief you felt-it was dread.

You couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as the heavy doors slammed shut behind you.

The other players shuffled in with tired, broken faces, but you couldn't focus on them. Your mind kept drifting back to 230, the strange man who had saved you. Or had he?

His words echoed in your head: "I don't like losing what's mine." What did that mean? Was he just protecting you out of some twisted sense of duty? Or was there something darker beneath that calculated gaze?

You barely had time to process the weight of the situation before the guards began herding the remaining players into the dormitory. The room was cold and sparse, lined with rows of cots, but it felt like a sanctuary compared to the brutal arena you'd just escaped.

As you made your way to an empty cot in the corner, you felt a pair of eyes follow you. You glanced around the room and found him standing just inside the door, watching. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes never left you. It was unsettling, the way he studied you as if you were his next target, his next conquest.

You hurriedly turned away, trying to ignore the growing discomfort in your chest. You needed rest.

You needed to clear your mind. But the weight of everything-the game, the bloodshed, the growing fear of what might come next-kept you awake.

You lay there, staring at the cold ceiling, thinking of nothing but how to survive the next round.

As the room gradually fell into a quiet lull, a soft creak of the door interrupted the silence. You didn't need to look up to know who it was. You could feel him, like an unshakable presence in the room.

"Are you sleeping?" His voice was low, smooth, like it had been crafted just for you.

You kept your gaze fixed on the ceiling, ignoring the chill that ran down your spine.

"No." you answered softly, your voice betraying the exhaustion you felt.

He stepped closer, his footfalls deliberate and quiet. You could hear his breathing now, calm and measured as if he were in complete control of everything around him. And that was what made you uneasy. The power he exuded, the way he walked through this hellish nightmare with such unshakable confidence.

"I could make it easier for you," he said, his tone soft but heavy with meaning. "You don't have to do this alone."

You finally turned your head, catching his gaze. His expression was unnervingly calm, yet his eyes held something far more intense-a possessiveness that made your chest tighten. There was no mistaking the underlying message: he wasn't just offering protection. He was staking his claim.

"I can take care of myself." you replied, though the words felt hollow in your throat.

His lips curled into a small, amused smile. He wasn't fooled by your bravado.

"No, you can't," he murmured, stepping closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. His voice lowered further, almost a whisper. "And that's exactly why you need me."

Your pulse quickened as he loomed over you, his presence swallowing up the small space between you. You should have pushed him away. You should have screamed or told him to leave, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Something about him made you freeze, made you unable to escape.

He stood there for a moment, his gaze never leaving yours, before slowly pulling away.

"I'll be right here," he said quietly, as if marking his territory in this game of life and death. "I won't let anyone hurt you. Not while I'm around."

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and a growing sense of dread. You were certain of one thing now: Jake wasn't here to just survive. He was here to claim you -to make sure no one else could.

As you lay back down, trying to steady your breathing, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were now tied to him, whether you wanted to be or not. And as the darkness of the night closed in around you, you wondered if you'd ever truly be able to escape him-or if you even wanted to.

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