#tw: predator/prey

[unriding]

KINKTOBER DAY 9 — PREDATOR ﾉ PREY. gallagher x f!reader ﾉ delivering this basket to your grandmother sounds easy enough until you find out 1) she’s not home and 2) someone else is.

note — submission for @pixelcafe-network’s challenge friday #4. i was assigned little red riding hood for our fairytale theme!

contains — established relationship; acting ﾉ role playing. predator/prey (wolf!gallagher), tw consensual non-consent (tw cnc), oral (receiving), muffling (glove), fingering, squirting, overstim, pet names, fear play & size kink if you squint ^^;

The forest seems to be much quieter than usual.

You subconsciously pick up the pace to ease your mind. It’s as if the birds have unanimously decided to go somewhere else to sing— and even the rabbits you typically feed on your way to your grandmother’s place are nowhere to be found today.

It’s completely silent aside from your own footsteps— the only noise apart from the thoughts in your head. It’s a bit odd, you think… the sun is still out, and the weather has been clear lately. Absolutely nothing’s wrong— from what you can see, at least.

Is it just something in the air today?

You’re struck with a sense of uneasiness as soon as you reach her home. Even her door looks a bit ominous. Certainly not as cheerful and inviting as you’ve grown used to, but you chalk it up to your nerves from the strange silence. A knock would probably be fine.

Your hand hovers hesitantly over the door before you swallow your paranoia and knock once, gulping when the noise practically echoes throughout her home.

A chill runs down your spine. “..Hello?”

It falls silent again, and the fear returns to your chest. “..Grandmother? I brought you a basket of goods from the village…”

The door seems to creek open on its own at this— just enough for you to nervously peer inside. It’s empty… and normal. Everything seems to be in place- as if your grandmother had simply just vanished from the Earth. It sends another wash of nerves down your spine, but you shake it off and continue towards her bedroom.

“It has….” you call out to no one in particular, taking slow, cautious steps down the hall. “..Apples. We baked you a cake too. It’s small though— we put some strawberries in it— um.. G-Grandmother?”

You stiffen as soon as you enter her bedroom, as if on instinct. Something isn’t right- your mind must be playing tricks on you. She’s.. she’s in bed? She still doesn’t say anything to you, even when the old wood creeks underneath your weight.

It’s not right— doesn’t look right. Something’s very, very off about this. Every muscle in your body locks in place when you try to speak. “Who…. who.. are you?”

Whatever is hiding behind the blankets starts to move, and you stumble a couple steps backwards, eyes widening when it finally looks back at you— or you should really say— when he finally looks back at you.

Your heart gets stuck in your throat. That is not your grandmother.

The fight or flight response takes less than a second to kink in. You’re running faster than you think you’re even capable of, racing to the door before you could manage to let out a single scream. The world is reduced to a blur when you swiftly turn the corner—

It’s right there. You hear him chasing after you, but the door is right there. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Just a little further and—

A large hand loops around your wrist, and your body suddenly jerks backwards. “O-ow—mmph!” You stumble backwards before your back roughly collides against his chest, and the other hand clasps around your mouth only a second later.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you hear him chuckle when you try to claw against his arm, “just where do you think you’re going?”

He’s strong- and you’re sure he knows this. Doesn’t hesitate when he lets go of your wrist to snake an arm around your waist and pull you flush against him. His arms feel big around you too.

“Hmmm…” he hums, and you gasp when you feel him dip down to take a sharp inhale directly into your pulse point, “not so fast, you lil’ rabbit.”

He laughs a bit when you try to say something against his palm. Laughs hard enough for you to feel the vibrations of his chest. His body feels warm when he tightens his embrace around you— and it’s only then when you realize whatever’s pressing into your ass feels even warmer. It feels big.

“There’s no need to panic…”

You struggle anyways. Push and jerk back hard enough to stumble and fall onto your knees, and he takes the opportunity to pin both your hands behind your back and hold you still for him.

“W-wait!”

“Hm?” He suddenly stills behind you, and the hold on your wrists loosens a little. You don’t say anything else. No mention of that word that’ll get him to stop in an instant… nothing but an impatient sway of your hips.

He lets out a gentle sigh.

“Don’t make so much noise,” he flips up your dress, and you suck in a deep breath. “It’s nothing personal. Wolf’s gotta eat. And you happen to look delicious.”

“I-I’m.. not. Please don’t kill me,” you start to beg, craning your neck to plead with the man looming over you. “I don’t think— don’t think I’ll be delicious.”

He laughs at this too. Enough to let go of your hands, and your palms slam onto the wooden floor to catch yourself from falling. “Oh, you’re just too cute, aren’t you? Making deals with a wolf? What a bold, bold girl you are.”

Your eyes widen when he slips off a glove before balling it up in his fist. “Okay then. Just one taste. If you make it, then that’s good for you, isn’t it?”

It’s your only shot. Your only chance. You give in and nod, and the smile he returns sets the deal in stone. You’d be the helpless bunny under him, and he’d be the hungry wolf.

“Mm—!” the glove is roughly pushed into your mouth the next moment, and he’s pulling your hips back towards him. “Can’t have you making too much noise, sweet bunny. What if the other animals hear and want a taste of my meal? We can’t have that, can we?

“So better behave yourself.”

You clench your eyes shut. It’s the only way you can hide. You close them tight, ball your fists up and wait for him to have his way. It doesn’t help that you’re soaked— you know you are, and you know he’ll say something about—

“Soaked through your panties?”

He pulls the fabric aside to press his palm over your cunt, and a needy whine threatens to slip out. “What? Dying to get eaten out here?” Gallagher puts a little more pressure into it now— pushes his fingertips against your clit and you jolt. How sensitive. Exactly what he wants.

“N-no! I’m not..”

“Oh,” a deep laugh erupts from his chest again, “really now? Then how do you explain this mess?”

He slides a finger inside, and the noise that follows makes your face burn. That wet? Actually that wet? No way.

“A—ah!”

He never planned on letting you respond in the first place. He starts lewdly fucking the digit in and out of you, curling it deep inside you and it’s loud. It’s embarrassing. Your thighs start to tremble from the movements— body instantly recognizing the familiar touch.

Just like a domesticated pet. “Mm. You’re drenched.”

“Gonna cover me in it before we even start?” You shake your head adamantly, and he huffs. “Haven’t even gotten a taste yet, bunny.”

“So… let’s see. Let me… take a look first.”

Every muscle in your body freezes when you feel his breath fan against your cunt. He’s so close— you can feel each exhale against your clit— feels good. Feels really, really good.

“U-um…” you mumble into your arm.

“That’s just right,” he laughs, and your walls flutter around nothing. The position he’s holding you in makes your heart pound. You’ve never had it like this. Cheek pressed against the floor and your hips held up high for him. There’s nothing for you to grab onto— nothing to hold— leaves you with no other choice but to hide your face in your arms and let him have you however he wishes. “What a treat. I’m gonna devour you whole.”

D-Devour?

It happens too fast for you. Starts with one, slow, long stripe up your cunt— he uses the flat of his tongue to get a good taste of you and you shiver and whimper.

Gallagher stills, tongue still flat against your cunt. The noise that leaves his throat next is akin to a growl— rumbles against your clit and fills your core with heat— and then it’s over just like that. The grip around your hips tighten abruptly, and he’s buried deep in your cunt the next second.

“A-ah!” You cry into your own hands, eyes rolling back into your skull. It’s messy— nothing short of primal. He laps at your cunt, flicks his tongue at your clit and pulls you flush against his face. You can’t run from it— can’t squirm or budge with the way he’s holding you like captured prey. “F-fuck!” You manage to choke out a curse, and you feel him laugh against you again.

“A vulgar little bunny, aren’t you? Thought I told you not to attract others to my meal, didn’t I? Where’s the silence?” His grip around your thighs tighten, and you yelp. “I don’t like getting distracted while I eat.”

Your hands clasp harder against your mouth as soon as the words register in your ears. Eyes clenched shut, thighs going numb, and the sound of him devouring you whole is even louder than you could ever be.

It all feels too good. Way too good. Too good for your mind to even comprehend that you’re getting close.

You don’t expect your orgasm to hit you like a truck. It comes out of nowhere and you cum hard, screaming into your fingers as you gush all over his face.

But he doesn’t stop. In fact, he doesn’t react at all. Gallagher doesn’t slow down even when you twitch and tremble violently from the aftershocks.

“A-ah, I— wait…!” He gives another squeeze around your thighs, and you think you get the message.

[natsuyuki-w]

I love Siren Shinso fanfics

IF THE TIDE SHOULD TAKE ME : SHINSOU x READER : PART ONE

SUMMARY:When you stow away on a ship to escape your past, you’re caught and imprisoned with a man who is far less human than he seems.

TAGS/WARNINGS:fantasy au, siren!shinsou, snark/arguing, interspecies relationships, aged up characters, smut, arguable dubcon (bc you know, siren), strong hints of predator/prey, oral (f receiving), fem pronouns + afab reader

NOTES: Happy monsterfucker fall! I finished editing this chapter early so please accept it a week early. Dedicated to @bobawithpomegranate the OG Shinsou simp. And also to @adimelymanner​ and Rest, for encouraging me to fuck all the monsters I want.

LENGTH: 5.8k of 11k

You’d made it three weeks before they found you, lashed to the bowsprit and shivering with the wind and sea spray.

You’d hoped to be much closer to your destination before they caught on. By your calculations, it should have been weeks more, as you’d been helping yourself to only the barest scraps of food and water in your sojourns aboard deck. If only the first mate hadn’t drowsed out of his trance at the wheel long enough to glimpse you slipping back onto the prow.

They’d dragged you back on deck, kicking and screaming and biting, but you were weak from weeks of table scraps and exposure to the elements, and it was mere minutes before they’d gotten you into the brig, the iron bars clanging shut behind you with a definitive crash.

Although, perhaps it had been better it had been so quick. Had anyone taken a good, long look at you, they might have figured you for the woman you were. Everyone knew a woman aboard a ship was an ill omen, and you might have been tossed overboard rather than belowdecks. You’d been lucky none of your hair spilled out of your cap, and that your chest bindings had hid things well enough as you twisted and squirmed in the second officer’s grasp.

The first thing you did was readjust yourself when they left you, shoving your hair more neatly back under your cap, and straightening your shirt so it fell less conspicuously across your chest. It was probably only a matter of time before they fetched the captain to question you, and you’d rather you looked as much a boy as possible before they did.

Then you made note of your surroundings. The hold was dark, made so much darker by the days you’d spent in the bright sunlight, but there was not much to see besides. Stacks of crates and barrels lined the opposite wall, neatly ordered, their contents labeled with military precision. Your cell itself was barren, but for years of dirt caked between the slats of the floor, and a small bucket in the corner, whose purpose you did not care to contemplate. The rest of the hold held little interest, until your eyes flicked over the corner of the cell next to yours.

The cell appeared much newer than yours—the metal of the bars glinted brightly where yours were old and dull, and they were thicker and reinforced to the floor in several additional places.

And there, in the dim—a scruffy pile of blankets. There was a head of dark hair poking out, though you couldn’t quite catch its color in the low light. And beneath the blankets, the suggestion of broad shoulders and a long, lean body—another prisoner.

The sight gave you some hope. It smelled awful down here but it didn’t reek of death, meaning this prisoner was likely alive. You hoped that meant they’d keep you alive, too, long enough to make it to the Blue Lands. It didn’t matter if you arrived there a criminal, though you hadn’t hoped to start your new life off on quite that foot.

The only thing that truly mattered was that you would be alive and beyond his reach—him, the man whose attentions you had refused, the man who had brought death and destruction upon your family in retribution. The man you had left your homeland to escape.

You’d just settled in the corner of your own cell, ruminating on this new twist of fate, when the pile of blankets shifted, and two bright eyes peered over the top of the folds.

“A woman on an imperial ship,” a voice rasped. The sound instantly caught your attention. It was low, and the raspiness sounded wrong in it, somehow. Almost like the voice should have been smooth, but had grown hoarse for lack of use. “I’m insulted they’ve managed to keep me from escaping when they’re this stupid.”

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[sophiethewitch1]

Sparring sessions with Damian would be the worst. He's constantly mocking you, trying to make you lose your edge. And he's quick too, dancing around any punches or kicks you throw. Even when it's obvious you won't win the spar, he still doesn't take you down. He'll let you keep going. Keep struggling till you're a sweaty and exhausted mess.

That's when he'll pounce. Pins you down to the sparring mats, his body straddling yours. You try to buck him off. He just thrusts his hips back down into yours. The bulge in his sweats pressing against you has the fight in you disappearing like smoke. You look up at him, confused, and he merely smirks back down at you.

"Not going to tap out?"

You do, hand tapping the training mat, even as you stare into his emerald green eyes. You don't think you could look away even if you tried.

"Hm, but I think I've earned my reward, don't you?"

It doesn't really matter what your answer is, does it? He likes it when you struggle, after all.

[saintshigaraki]

noncon predator/prey with sukuna <3 i think he lets you believe he's really gonna kill you. you're sobbing so hard and you can hardly breathe and it's terrifying when he has you pinned to the ground and it ends with him laughing in your face <3 it was just a bit of fun, he says. his little crybaby. awwww dont give me that look, i'm going to make it all better now <3

[diejager]

OMG FINALLY!! *muach muach* oh my actually I'm a bit nervous and excited now lolol. Uhm—well since your request is open can I have Pyra head and Michael Myers (separately) chasing survivor!reader in trial but they just ignore the other survivors, solely chasing reader till the end of game. Something dark and lustful lingers around those two killers and you just don't know why! By the end of the game, the other survivors manage to escape to the campfire safely, however reader got stuck alone with the killer. When they finally catch you, oh shall you know all your hopes may shatter to pieces. You think this is the end, in the hands of ruthless killer chosen by Entity. But why their face (in pyra head's case it's his helmet) getting closer to your face and what make it's more confusing something comes out of that mask (i.e. a long tendril similar to tongue). Breath kink but instead of hand choking or strangulation, you choked on their tongue 👅

Feel free to ignore this if you still don't open req for dbd fandom

☀️

You are feeding me ambrosia with this sunnie!!! I have a weak spot for both of them, but-but- the Unknown??? Any thoughts????

Cw: DARKFIC?(it’s dbd, what do you expect??), DUB-CON/NON-CON, predator/prey, implied death, obsessive behaviour, choking?, super long tongue??, size kink/difference, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.5k

You were… unlucky. The Entity seemed to rejoiced in your pain more than any other survivor, feeding on your dashed hope for an escape from the perpetual cycle death and sacrifice, the painful sting on being slashed, the horrifying fate of being killed by the killer’s weapon of choice or the terrifying agony of being hooked. It was a painful affair, being the subject of her perverse protection, locked away in her universe to feed and be fed, blood for blood —quid pro quo.

But at times, your moments in her dark world was warm and charming like the people who gathered at the campfire, sharing their skills and abilities to keep the others alive throughout the…trials. The small moments stolen within the fog to keep yourself up and going, and happy, little smiles and bubbly laughs. It made trials easier, to know that the people who were screaming and working had your back in and out of them, to know what they would do made working in teams better and reassuring. 

And yet- and yet it was all for nought, the killer had eyes for you only, stalking and following you with his arm raised despite the others coming between you two to stop him from maiming you. Unfortunately, The Shape - Micheal Myers - in all his ghostly glory and dirty suit, was a creature of obsession, of predatory possession that gave him a one track mind, tunnelling the person who he chose as his obsession; and you happened to be his choice of madness these last round, even when Laurie was with you. 

There were some pros and cons with his constant stalking, the quiet steps echoing not so far behind you while they worked on the generators, unbothered and safe fro Myers, but you were stuck kitting him, running away from him by jumping over windows and dropping palettes wherever you could stun him to give you just a few more seconds of distance. He grew so, so close on multiple occasions, you felt his breath and his dark and imposing figure behind you, but he never once struck you down with his big knife. 

It wasn’t so bad as long as he didn’t hit you, letting you run around and avoid the other three until they finished all five generators and opened the gates, the bell ringing loudly over your head, and even then, he ignored everyone for you. He, somehow, managed to corner you, to far from both gates and your teammates who you - in a desperate plea for a win - had yelled out to leave and let you find the hatch or run to a gate if things got didn’t worsen. Which had left you alone, ears ringing and head beating against your cage, cornered and afraid of the giant who stared you down with a red gleam in the dark pits of his eyes.

Every step he took backed you up further against the rugged wall of a house - his childhood home - and pressed himself against you, the rough texture of his suit irritating your skin as he dropped the knife to touch you, running over his course fingers down your shoulders. Myers was scarily touchy, pads digging into the fat of your hips, groaning and grunting as he ground against you, drinking in your whimpers and hisses, fists hitting his chest without any result. Was it so surprising? He was a monster, a devil’s spawn, who had you in hands, a uselessly struggling victim that was too weak to stop him. 

His game of cat and mouse came to an end, where you forgot what you were initially doing, choking around his thick fingers, the filthy taste hitting you harshly as his jabs. He pressed his fingers down the back of your throat, panting loudly at your gags and rutting his fattening cock on your navel. You shuddered at the feel of it, the thick bulge threatening to pop a button off his jumpsuit, and you feared, you were terrified at your wandering thoughts, the implication of it when faced with a beast like Myers. 

Ding

Then the final call rang, a long and echoing sound that called the end of the trial. It was quiet for a few seconds, and all you felt was pain, agony ripping through you as The Entity swallowed you up with her many arms. The last thing you saw was Myers bulge, pushed to your bloodied lips and filling your dying nose with a thick and heady musk, a metallic and dusty smell that would linger on your tongue. 

You had hoped that she would give you a second, let you bask in the worry and affection the other survivors gave you, her whispers summoning you elsewhere in a drowning cloud of black fog and sent into your next match, placed somewhere in Midwich Elementary School. The many winding halls and rusted metal worked to confuse the survivors and killers alike, leaving only a selected few who were familiar with this realm. You crossed path with James a few times, but you knew he wouldn’t have given an offering for this, it was a sore memory for him, a reminder of his sins and regrets. So that left a single open left: Pyramid Head, the wandering executioner in the halls of Midwich, sentient and brutal in his ways.

He was a monster everyone feared, something created from the mind of a tortured man rather than a human turned monster, he was born a nightmare and would perish as one. That’s why you hid whenever you heard the telltale sound of his rusted great sword drag across the floor, knowing he had chosen you as his obsession and was actively turning a blind eye to the other survivors. You heard a few screams here and there, but he hadn’t downed anyone, seemingly to prefer leaving them half dead and limping to the next generator or survivor to heal.

You were doing well, working with Jane on the third machine, smiling to each other and sending encouraging glances while you looked over your shoulders from time to time, but your luck had run out. Pyramid Head stumbled your way, his head bobbing over the thick cords of his shoulders and chest, sinewy muscles bulging with every move. You both ran, Jane up the stairs and you down the hall, and he followed you. It was a familiar feeling, being the chased obsession of a killer, singled out by him to be the victim of his choosing.

Unfortunately, The Executioner never truly relished in the hunt, prowling fast and hard, ready to kill whoever he crossed, yet, strangely, he hadn’t raised his great sword, chasing you down a hall and into a dead end. You were fucked. Oh so terribly fucked if your assumptions were right. You turned to face Pyramid Head, fearfully glaring at him, eyes scouring the open space around him for a small point to slip away. You felt your small star of hope extinguish when he suddenly appeared before you, moving faster than he usually would, blocking your way with his body. 

He was hard and warm under your palms, his laboured breathing resting on your shoulder in his dazed wandering, his ripped and bloody and filthy arms brushing against yours and feeling you up. You closed your eyes in terror, trying your best to snuff out your thoughts and the feeling of his touches, his fingers pinching and kneading the skin of your hips and thighs, slipping behind to occasionally feel your ass bend under his strong hands. You whimpered, raking your nails down his arms, trying and failing to stop him from going forward with his wants, turning your head away from him. 

It seemed like he didn’t like that, forcing a gasp out of you when a wet appendage lapped at your cheek, leaving a slimy trail of drool until you reacted to him, gaping and hissing at him; and he took your shock and disgust to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You retched, throat closing around his tongue, thrusting slowly to the back of your throat and up to spread over your palate. He lathered your mouth in his drool, willing your smaller and less nimble tongue to push at him, choking down any cries or gags from the sheer disgust that filled your guts (despite the small spike of arousal in your guts). 

You wanted to scream about your situation, this fucked up situation you keep finding yourself with monsters like The Shape and The Executioner. Why you? Why you out of everyone else? You weren’t as significant or strong and determined as other survivors, so it confused and worried you, if they would force themselves onto you again and again until they either broke you or moved onto another poor survivor. But perhaps- just perhaps you could make something of it, seeing the thick pole that poked at your stomach, poking from under his loose loincloth and wetting it with a dark spot at the tip.

You loathed The Entity and her plans. 

[shadowhaert]

when the lamb loves the wolf

hélène cixious / u.k / pierre corneille / agustín gómez-arcos / konstantin korobov / hélène cixous / u.k / amy j. richardson

[rjthirsty]

Gilbert Predator/Prey

Words: 2,600

Tags: Biting, Female Reader, Possessive Behavior, PIV sex, Smut, Kinktober2024, creampie

A/N: @moonstruckmelancholic requested a Predator/Prey with Gilbert, with a quote prompt that is in also in the fic as part of my 100 followers event. I hope I did it justice.

Prince Gilbert never took his eye off you.

He watched as you made your way through the social circles in the ballroom. Chatting with other men. Laughing at their jokes. The way they touched your shoulder, your arm, your lower back. You never reciprocated, but they were touching you and you were not theirs.

He watched as you danced with nearly every Rhodolite prince. The way they all doted on you. The way they held hands with you. The way you smiled when they leaned close to speak privately to you. You were gorgeous in the way you moved about the room, but you were being led by someone else. Someone who you didn’t belong to.

He watched as you glanced around the room, feeling someone’s gaze on you. Your eyes found his. You’d quickly avert your gaze. No one was supposed to know the two of you were close. So close. And with a renewed attempt, you’d continue to be part of the merrymaking ignoring the way he watched your every move.

When you excused yourself, Prince Gilbert was waiting outside the restroom, the hallway deserted save for you two. Your heart thumped a warning. His cane thumped the wall, preventing you from moving past him. He stepped close - so close - to mutter in your ear. “The next hand that touches my pretty little rabbit will be broken.”

The threat causes you to tremble. Or was it the way his breath gusted against your ear? Was it from excitement or fear? The tiny thrill you got from his promise of violence was not something you wanted to admit or look too closely at.

His gloved fingers trail from the nape of your neck down your spine to the swell of your ass. Your lips part in a silent sigh of longing, hoping there would be more, but his cane lowers from in front of you and you knew he was dismissing you. Letting you go for now.

You press your lips back together and take a breath to calm your rapidly beating heart. Knowing you've been released from between the black tiger's claws. He was toying with you. Showing you how easy it was to corner you and set your heart racing.

Returning to the party, your thoughts were preoccupied. Thoughts of him. Thoughts of what he does to you– with you. His threat repeating each time someone spoke to you, suddenly more conscious of who reached for you and moving out of their way.

No one touches you but him.

You look for him among the crowd. Surely he's watching. He's always watching. But from where you can't tell. You can't find his hungry eye or sharp grin. Perhaps it's a ploy to get you to let your guard down. Perhaps he's nearer than you think and as soon as an accidental touch reaches you he'll make himself known with violence and power.

Perhaps it's time to retire to prevent such a thing.

As soon as you cross the threshold to your room you can feel it. He's there. The air hums, vibrating inside you, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end. Slowly, cautiously, deliberately, you close the door, turning the lock into place.

You've trapped yourself with him. You turned your back to him. You're showing him how much you trust by putting your neck between his jaws and hoping he doesn't crush the life out of you.

Like the monster he is, he coalesces out of the shadows. You can't see him, eyes pinned to the door just like he pins you there. His body behind you, pressed against you. His hands trace your curves. His voice sweetly purrs, heated breath on your neck. “You've pleased me, Little Rabbit. Coming to see me right away.”

The familiar feel of luxurious leather slides under your jaw as his gloved fingers trace to your chin and over your throat to come to a rest on your pulse. You already know by the way your chest is pounding that he’ll be pleased with how it’ll flutter under his fingers. This time you know it isn’t fear. This time you know it’s excitement and the thrill of what is to come. Will he be rough? Will he be kind? How will he conquer you tonight?

His free hand makes quick work of the laces holding your dress together. Much too quick. In a matter of seconds, your fancy gown is nothing more than a splendid pool of color encircling your feet.

Your heart beats harder. Beats faster. His lips touch the curve of your neck and you can feel him smiling. He's pleased. Then his teeth sink into flesh and the pain that accompanies his love sears a mark into your skin.

You cover your mouth to prevent the cry that threatens to spill from you. Fingers press tight to lips pursed and teeth clenched. Gilbert relents on your shoulder, his tongue soothing the burn that he inflicted upon you. His cooler temperature helps ease the pain. His tongue velvety soft as he laps at the angry mark.

Your fingers fall from your lips and a sigh floats out of you. Gil's fingers fall from your throat, drifting over your clavicle to the swell of your breasts. Pushed into two lovely mounds by your corset, his leather-clad digits draw across each pillowy tit, promising a gentleness Gilbert is not known for.

The sudden tugging of the ties on your corset is a drastic contrast to the light touch you had just been granted. Almost violently, Gilbert removes the shell that covered your chest. He discards it out of your sight, but you can hear the stiff fabric hit the floor.

Then he is gone from your proximity. He moves with precision and grace. You watch as he circles the room, pulling off accessories and gloves and shirts and nearly disrobing fully, his dark red eye landing on you expectantly. His gaze could pin you to the spot or pull you to him like a glowing lure, and right now you feel the call of his command leading you to step out of your shoes and drop the last garment covering your sex as you move to in front of him.

“Show me.” The way his lips pull back from his teeth to reveal his deadly maw in such a beautiful smile hastens the wetness growing between your legs. 

Obediently, you crawl onto the bed. Rising to your knees, facing him, legs spread for balance, you keep your eyes locked on him, watching him like he watches you. Hungry. Needy. But unlike him, so obedient and desperate.

Your lips part and your tongue makes an appearance as you lick two of your fingers, drawing them into your mouth to thoroughly wet them. Reaching between your legs, you slide your wet digits between your labia where your body lacks lubricant, pushing against the sides of your clit and giving it a cheeky little rub before you move to where you need no additional moisture. Your entrance is already slick. Slipping your fingers in up to the first knuckle, your cunt mourns the loss of your own touch as you lift your sticky arousal to fulfill Gilbert's order.

A thin thread strings between your fingers as you spread them, displaying how wet he makes you. He is pleased, once again. Practically salivating at the thought of devouring you.

The distance between you shrinks. His hand takes hold of your wrist. His tongue runs the length of your wet fingers, bringing them into his mouth for him to savor your taste. It's sinful, the way he sucks on them. One cleaned fully, he pops it out of his mouth, sucking the last of you off the other. Then his teeth take hold and it takes everything in you to not pull away.

Almost apologetically, Gil sucks your finger again, his tongue swirling around it as the tip toys with the indents he just made in your skin. His lips are soft. Dragging your finger from his mouth, he lets you linger - the only time you will be granted your own actions. And linger you do. Brushing his bottom lip that holds such softness in sweet kisses but hides the sharp sting of his bite.

His teeth catch your finger again, biting for only a second before his tongue laps at the blooming mark and his mouth moves to the next spot. Like a lover kissing his way to your mouth, Gilbert travels up your arm with bites more painful than nips and soothing licks that barely ease the ache of his teeth.

You rush to meet his mouth. Tongues caressing and tasting each other. The bed dips from his weight. His cool fingers roughly push between your folds. You gasp as he hooks them inside you, searching for that rougher patch not far inside your entrance. He swallows your moan. He steals your breath. He is relentless.

Gilbert descends on you. Without the need to guide you, he overpowers you. You bend beneath him. Shrink and fold and crawl and submit until you're on your back and he's above you. Your mouths barely separate and his fingers in your cunt continue to press and rub and curl offering a kindness for everything he's taking from you.

His thumb tucks next to your clit, pushing back the hood to strum your sensitive bud. It firms up immediately and he swirls it around with the pad of his thumb, pressing into the nerves below the surface. His fingers inside you continuing to coax a climax from you.

His mouth leaves yours. You're gasping for breath. Muffled moans no longer muted, now allowed to sound freely. A sharp hiss between your teeth when he closes you between his teeth. Your neck. Your shoulder. Your breast. His painful proclamations of adoration are scattered over your body. But wherever his teeth go, his tongue follows and the pleasure from his sucks, licks, and kisses are enough to forgive his sharp fangs.

You reach your peak and tip over the edge. Thighs squeezing together. Cunt clenching but his two fingers are not enough to feel full from. Your walls flutter and search for something more. It could have been so much more if he had just fucked you first. But Gilbert was a man that didn't freely give. He knew he'd have you craving him if he provided an inch for every mile you needed.

His fingers glisten as he licks your arousal from them. You're more than just obedient now. You're addicted. He is all of your thoughts. He is your heart. You breathe for him and him alone. And you would gladly let him have you any way he wants.

“Roll over my little rabbit.”

On hand and knees, you can feel him moving behind you. Removing his last article of clothing. Knees setting on the outside of your legs. He can't help but run a finger over your wet slit. He seems to love the way you taste as much as you love him tasting you. Fingers and thumbs grip your hips and he directs you into more of a tilt, bringing your ass higher and your pussy closer to him. Palms brush your lower back, pushing your hips further in a tilt and guiding you to your elbows.

His cock slides along your wet folds teasingly. “Beg me to be gentle.”

“Please…” You whimper, leaning towards him in an attempt to get him to slip inside you.

“Little Rabbit~.” He prompts, the tip of his dick slowly pushing into your entrance but stopping only just inside.

You lean towards him again but his hand holds the two of you from coming together. “Hnmph.” You pout. “Please, Gil…”

“Please, what?” As a reward, he pushes another inch inside you.

“Please, Gil, please. Please fuck me. Please! I want to feel you inside me, please! I need you inside me. Ah–!”

What was taking too long suddenly came too fast. Gilbert's cock shoved inside you with no regard for lubing himself. It entered easily at first, but his length eventually used up the slickness at your hole becoming rough and dragging the last few inches. His hand clamps on your hip, holding you from pulling away from him. His other hand sits flat on your lower back, keeping you angled how he had arranged you. 

“That's not right, now is it?” Without giving you the chance to accommodate or adjust, he starts pounding into you. The discomfort is hardly noticeable with the way your walls quiver finally being stimulated. It's mind numbing. It's hard to think. It just feels so good.

“Haah! Ah! Hnnah!” You can't even get a word out as his force and pace smacks the moans from your throat. It's so good. So good.

“Such a pervert.” He says the words adoringly. There is no shame or disgust, just delight. “Ahaha-ah.” Skin slaps. Your whole body rocks with each thrust. “Little Rabbit- hnnh- wants it rough.”

“Uh-huhn. Uhn. Ahnh.” You shove your face into the mattress, hands under your shoulders to keep you from putting too much pressure on your neck. Tipping your tailbone up, you try to offer more of your pussy to him. He’d go deeper if you moved closer. Feeling his cock hammering into you is exactly the sort of thing you need right now.

His fingers dig in harder on your hip. He's enjoying this. Your ass blushes from the impact of his hips. If your pussy was easier to see, it would be a lovely shade of pink as well. But the view Gilbert gets to witness is brief but erotic - his cock pistoning into you, disappearing down to his black bush.

Your legs begin to tremble. You can feel the next orgasm tensing within you. Your back naturally tries to straighten as your muscles begin to flex, but Gil's hand holds you down, tipped in that delicious angle. Fingers curl into the blankets. Moans become more strangled and desperate.

“Haahh, you feel so good.” Gilbert groans.

Just like that the tension snaps and sends you into body shaking convulsions. Gil slows down, rocking into you. Nuzzling deep and slow. Your cunt clinches him and he drags you down his length. His flat palm on your lower back presses harder, fingertips flexing into you. Your climax washes up your spine to the base of your skull and that wonderful weightlessness drowns your thoughts.

Gilbert strokes himself through your orgasm. Gentle words praising you. Filthy words complimenting you. Each sound he makes draws your spasms out longer and longer until you don't think you can keep it up. Coming this hard - this long - it was too much. It was exhausting but so so good. It was mind-numbing but sent sensations sizzling in every part of you.

“Haahng. Hngh. Aah. Ngh” Gil moans when he comes. His cock throbs so deep in your cunt. Shivers shake you, dancing from erogenous zones to fingertips and toes. He finally stops moving. Stops stimulating your swollen cunt. You are granted time to catch your breath and your sanity. Gilbert panting above you. You gasping below him.

When he pulls out, you can feel the mess between your legs. He slowly helps you move out of your contortions. Stiff joints from too much pressure in a position for too long. But he's there to ease your weight and move your limbs. You lie there sprawled on the bed, Gilbert clinging to you for warmth. But also a protective need to claim you as only his. Curling around his treasure like a greedy dragon clutching his most valuable possession.

He truly needn't worry. You were his from the moment he caught you in his dark red eye. You delight in placing yourself within his claws and between his teeth. Even when he digs into you, and pain burns where he rends, he'll lick your wounds and fill you with his need. He is yours as much as you are his. 

[zorosdimples]

YOU’RE MINE

pairing ༄ alpha!kakashi x princess!reader

warnings ༄ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. suggestive content, predator/prey dynamics, light a/b/o dynamics, mild descriptions of injuries. reader is a princess, wears a gown, and has an intricate hairstyle, but there are no gendered terms aside from “princess.” kakashi calls reader “pup” once.

word count ༄ 922

notes ༄ everyone can thank cher @honeylavendr for unknowingly?baiting me into writing this. it was really only a matter of time… kakashi is my first love and i’ve lost the omegaverse battle, so this is the result. this has no plot, so just enjoy the whirlwind of emotions!

the cold air bites at your exposed flesh like a hungry wolf. you ignore your discomfort as you hike up the heavy skirt of your gown and delve deeper into the pitch-dark forest. stray moonbeams cut through the dense canopy and illuminate patches of earth and gaps between the trees, your winding path mostly guesswork as you feel your way through the vegetation.

branches sharp as claws rip your gown and flay your flesh, and while you can faintly feel the warm dribble of blood down your frozen temple, it’s difficult to focus on anything other than moving forward. shreds of shimmering velvet catch in brambles as you run, but the sickening sound of fabric tearing doesn’t reach your ears.

after what feels like hours of running, your senses are overwhelmed to the point of numbness. the only absolute truth is your ragged breathing; everything else is hearsay as you float through the night, a whisper among the leaves. the primal urge to just survive is your sole guide.

your lungs burn and legs ache—at least you think they do—but your mind and body are currently separate entities. you know your pace is unsustainable, and you cry out to the gods in relief when you finally crash through the tree line and into a clearing. the moon hangs brightly in the inky sky, light rippling on the surface of a lake so large it stretches beyond the horizon.

you collapse to the ground in a pool of tattered velvet, frantically gasping for air as the tight bodice of your gown painfully squeezes your chest. a wave of nausea rolls over you and you bite back the urge to retch.

stretching your legs out, you clumsily gather your skirt and pull it back, gasping when you see the mottled bruises and bloody gashes that litter your skin. feet in agony, you opt to crawl to the edge of the lake to peer at your reflection in the frigid water.

“you can’t hide from me, princess.”

the smooth taunt stops you mid-crawl, horror blossoming in your gut and unfurling to caress every nerve in your now-trembling body. as if you can no longer control your movements—can you ever when he’s around?—you slowly turn to face the shadowy forest.

you see his eyes before anything else. his right iris shines silver like a honed dagger and his left glows crimson like spilled blood. when kakashi emerges from the cover of darkness, you forget your fear for a moment and bristle with irritation. he looks impeccable—not a strand of hair or thread of clothing is out of place. he doesn’t look like he has been tracking you through the wilderness for hours. for a split second, your right palm itches to slap his perfect face.

kakashi is unhurried as he approaches you, soaking in the sight of the kingdom’s beloved princess at his feet, cowering in defeat. when he reaches you, kneeling down so you are eye level, he decides that you have never looked more beautiful.

your soft face is covered in claret scrapes and angry welts, shiny eyes swollen and dripping hot tears. your hair has fallen out of the intricate updo your handmaiden worked on all afternoon; most of the pearls and pins that once adorned your silken strands would now rot away on the forest floor. the expensive gown that took hundreds of hours of labor and dozens of seamstresses to craft is now unrecognizable.

fear courses through your veins under his scrutiny, but kakashi doesn’t have to look at you to know how you feel. he can smell how terrified you are. it only makes him desire you more.

he reaches out a gloved hand to brush your icy cheek, but you jerk away from his touch. he simply tuts in mock annoyance. “there is nowhere left for you to run, princess.” his coo is cloying as he leans over you. his signature mask covers the bottom half of his face, but when he sees you eyeing the fabric, he slips it down with a cruel smirk. “if you want to look, all you have to do is ask, my little omega.”

you swallow dryly at those words. you are no longer just an omega; you are his omega, his mate. the fetters of royalty have chained you to this man—this monster. kakashi moves to grip both of your arms at the elbows, large hands gently pulling you closer and closer until you tumble into his lap.

“no matter how many times you try to run, i will always find you,” kakashi murmurs into your ear, warm breath lighting a fire beneath your skin. he nuzzles your cheek then grazes his fangs down the side of your neck, leaving goosebumps his wake; you shiver beautifully for him. “do you know why, pup?”

you whimper as kakashi’s lips ghost his mark on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. he kisses the healing wound sweetly before laving his tongue over it until you breathe a pleased sigh. kakashi raises his head to meet your heavy lidded gaze, one hand cradling your face, the other—now gloveless, claws exposed—slicing down the length of your dress until you sit completely bare. his lips meet yours chastely, but for some inexplicable reason, you hunger for more. he pulls back with a chuckle after you try to pry his mouth open with your tongue. both of his hands come up to wrap around your neck, thumbs pressing sharply beneath your chin.

“it’s because you’re mine.”

[newtabfics]

so like hear me out: Predator? Like the alien predator, luring y/n into the hunting ground and just using them?

omg yes fucking please just

Triggers for noncon to dubcon as well as death threats.

You're walking through the forest, trying to find your comrades and can swear you hear them in the distance. Following your ears, you walk deeper in until something grabs at you.

You try to fight against it until a blade is flashed in front of your eyes, making you freeze in place.

Seemingly satisfied, that's when it decloaks, purring softly in your ear as it forces you to walk until you're against a tree.

The blade cuts through your bottoms, leaving your pussy and ass bare for the world.

With no hesitation, it slides inside you, making you moan helplessly as its strange shape carves you up in ways no man ever has. Its hard thrusts are making you choke out moans as you press your hips back.

seeming satisfied with your desire, it withdraws the blade and simply grabs your hips, hiking you up so they are lined up with its.

Your feet hover in the air as it holds you up on its cock easily as it begins to fuck you. You can only moan helplessly as you grip the tree, looking down to watch how your bodies connect and end up even wetter at the sight.

It loves how you're soaking up more from it and decides it wants to keep you instead, hand gripping tight onto your throat as it pumps deeper into you, the tip pressing right against your womb entrance.

The guttural moan you let out as it pumps you through orgasm is intense and makes it snarl in pleasure before it pulls out suddenly, watching you drop helplessly to the ground.

You can only gasp for air before it's on you again, shoving you onto your back and shoving your knees against your chest before sliding back into you.

You didn't think you were done that easily, did you? After all, you are the prey.

[oliviarampaige]

“Venatio”

Day 19 - Plump

I must warn you..nothing here is vegetarian.

[trannydykepuppybot]

Sometimes I like to feed my prey little pieces of themselves so that they can understand. You are just so delicious, little morsel, I had to. Do you not see? Remember to chew and swallow...

[way-too-addicted-to-anime]

"Shinsou... what am I touching right now?"

"A great deal less than I might like you to."

Down boy, later, brain is still processing.

"You're a- but you're not- you're human."

"Am I? ... I wasn't informed."

Alright Mr. Snarky, that was funny, but not helping the thinking function.

"Wanted to rip that cell apart and take you right on that filthy floor."

😃 Brain is no longer doing the thinking for me.

"Gods, I will never get tired of this mouth... As you never mind it, perhaps I should mind it for you."

😳 Uh, yep. I'm down.

"You are mine, now, and I take good care of things that belong to me."

Once again, I am DOWN.

This is easily one of my favorite Shinsou fics ever. I'm absolutely blown away by this, it's GORGEOUS, FUNNY, SENSUAL, and just hits all of my favorite buttons when it comes to fantasy, especially fantasy fics involving cross-species romance.

if the tide should take me | 2 | shinsou x reader

pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi/Fem Reader

summary: When you stow away on a ship to escape your past, you’re caught and imprisoned with a man who is far less human than he seems.

length: 5,100 of 10,900 words | 2nd of 2 chapters

tags: romance, fantasy au, siren!shinsou, snark/arguing

warnings: aged up characters, implied/hinted mind control, smut, arguable dubcon (bc you know, siren), strong hints of predator/prey, oral (f receiving)

It got worse over the course of the next hour.

The ship started to toss about in the gale, and the rain began to beat down so heavily you thought it might drill through the deck. Freezing water ran down the steps and dripped from the ceiling, pooling in the corners of the hold until you were standing in an icy puddle up to your ankles. You clung desperately to the bars of your cell as the ship rocked violently, thrown about your cell whenever your fingers slipped on the wet metal.

The door to Shinsou’s empty cell slammed back and forth, as if to emphasize his absence.

You shivered miserably, wondering where he had got to and if he’d been able to hide. The storm was much worse than you had realized, in line with Shinsou’s prediction, and you hoped he hadn’t been swept overboard with the violent rocking of the ship.

It would undo you to learn that what you had handed to him was not the key to his freedom, but the key to his untimely demise.

When the water had made it up to your shins, the end finally came—as Shinsou had said it would.

The ship lurched sickeningly, tilting at angle much steeper than any before. You held on for dear life to the bars of your cell as the water rushed towards the back of the hold, waterfalling past your legs, sucking them into the current. A dizzying sense of misdirection hit you as the ceiling went one way and your center of gravity another.

And then something huge slammed into the deck, with raw, unbelievable power, ripping your fingers from the bars. Your head cracked across the floor of your cell as you were thrown suddenly backwards.

Wooden boards shattered above and water gushed in, washing over you, filling your mouth and nose. Men screamed distantly as they were swept overboard.

You sputtered and coughed, scrambling to your feet with your vision spotting. You hoped desperately Shinsou’s shout had not been among them.

“Abandon ship!” you heard the call from the deck.

Your veins iced over.

This was it, then. The ship was sinking.

The ship was sinking and the crewmen were abandoning it. And yet you could hear no clatter of boots down into the hold, no telltale signs of men rushing to free you from your cell. There was no one at all coming for you.

They were going to leave you here to die.

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[preyslament]

All I can think about as a prey married to a pred is the idea of him swallowing down another woman on his way home from work💗💖he comes in hugs and kisses me asking about my day, meanwhile his feisty meal inside tries to kick me from her fleshy tomb begging and screaming for my help... Only for me to rub his stomach and ask him how much food he wants on his plate

[bandgie]

Predator & Prey

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

a/n: chapter 3!

warnings!: smut, over stimulation

5.8k words

They're a nice family. The husband, whose name is Sammuel, works as a lumberjack. He's a quiet man, but you can tell he's more than helpful around the house as he helps his wife cook dinner. The boys continue roughhousing despite their mom's warnings. All that's left is meeting Abigail, you can tell the mom is anxious for you to meet her.

You softly knock on her door, waiting until you hear a soft yes? from the inside. The room was covered in books. Shelves overfilling with scriptures and littered all over the floor. She picks her head up from the book in her hands, eyes meeting yours.

"Oh," is the first thing she says, "You must be helping my mom with the bar downstairs." "Yes, and you must be Abigail?" You ask.

She stands and walks over to you, closing the door behind you, "That is right."

Abigail sees the way your eyes look over the books. Some in English, some in words you've never seen before. Some look like they're old, as if they've never seen the light of day. You can feel her eyes peering at you, so you snap your eyes to her.

"Watcha reading there?" You point to the opened book on her bed.

An unsettling smile finds her lips, "Come, I'll show you."

You carefully walk to her bed, trying not to step on any of the books before you sit on her bed. She lifts the book and shows you the title "Can you read this?"

You shake your head, it's in a language you're unfamiliar with. "No. What does it say?"

She laughs, almost maniacally, "How to summon demons. Do you believe in such things?"

You look into her eyes, trying not to show how freaked out you were. "Not really," you confess. "I don't think spirits or ghost are a thing. People's imagination are just too creative."

You expect her to be upset at your response, but she seems excited. "Most people would say the same thing, but I know they exist. I've seen them."

Your eyebrows quirk up, you shouldn't be encouraging this conversation, but it would be a lie to say you weren't interested. "Have you?" She nods eagerly, "Yes! Listen closely. I was in this very room, reading when I saw a winged beast. It has feathers dark as night, feet like an ox's, claws like talons. It did not see me, but I watched as it stole one of the neighbors daughter in her deep slumber. They have yet to find her body, but I believe I know what happened to it."

A shiver goes up your spine, you did not think it would involve a kidnapping and possible murder. Feet like an ox? That's not Nyryx, though it's proof that there is more of his species.

"Incubi usually sleep with women while they slumber. However," she reaches for one the books on the ground, opening it and flipping to a page. She aggressively places the book on the ground, this one in English. It shows depiction of what an incubi is with written description.

"There are times when an incubus favors a female human. They'll steal her in the night and keep her until she dies of old age. That, or until they get tired of her."

Despite such a horrid tale, Abigail squirms in excitement. You eye the drawn depiction, trying to make sense of it. The pale skin, the black wings, the animal-like legs. It matches Nyryx perfectly. Why would be drink animal blood then? It clear that he needs something else, why is he allowing himself to eat the bare minimum?

"All they eat is a woman's cum?" you question. Abigail erupts in laughter, clutching her stomach. "You are so crude! I think we will get along." She wipes her tears and scans the writing, "Human life force is a main meal for them. They can survive on any life force, but straight from a human is the best source. Blood is a vital need for them to survive. It is like how water is to us. The essence of a woman, however, gives quenches their thirst for blood and gives them the power to use their energy."

The puzzle pieces started to fall in place. It should have been obvious from when you were being chased from the townspeople days earlier and what they called him. How upset Nyryx got when you called him an incubus. Still, wrapping your head around the fact that he's a demon is difficult. A different species that can do magic? Sure. But a demon? A creature from actual hell?

"So they're from hell? Demonic beings?" You voice shakes. Abigail looks back at the book, flipping through a few pages. "Not straight from the underworld, no. A woman is cursed to bare the child of Satan. The child born is a succubus or incubus, half human and half demon." She continues reading, fingers moving across the page. "It's possible that an incubus can be a full demon though. They go though a transformation from feasting on the blood of 666 children and stealing the essence of their own mother," Abigail actually grimaces for the first time, "Or some are straight from hell itself, created by Satan. These are a rarity though, I don't think we should worry about such things."

You breathe a little easier, Nyryx was born this way. He can't help who his father is, but the uneasiness in your stomach doesn't settle.

Abigail taps your shoulder and you look up at her in response. "Can I confess something?" She asks. You hesitantly nod, worried about what she's going to say.

"I have dreamed of being paid a visit by an incubus in my sleep. I cannot deny the excitement that courses through me at the possibility of it. It's why I learn to summon them. Have a demon please me at my will, take me as I desire." She pauses and looks at you, examining your expression. You do little to hide the confusion on your face, uneasiness settling on your features.

She laughs awkwardly, "I am aware of my revolting fantasies. Yet, I cannot help myself from imagining. Even if it's once, I would give anything for the experience. Even my soul." She waits for you response, and although you're a little repulsed by her kink, an idea pops in your head.

"Are you sure this is what you want? You want a demon to ravage you like you're a piece of meat?" You ask, making sure of her choice. She looks at you giddily, as is you understand her wants. "Yes. I am no maiden, if I'm being truthful, and I would love to believe an incubus can use me to its will. Am I a whore for admitting such things?"

You're all for body positivity and safe hook-up culture. But fucking a demon? You have to draw a line somewhere. "I don't think you're any less valuable as a person because you sleep around," you tell her. "People have fantasies, that's normal. But uh, honestly this is the first time I've heard this. I would just tell you to be careful what you wish for. And don't conjure things up, you never know what's on the other side."

She nods at your response, taking in your advice. "I suppose you are right. Demons are tricky creatures, they could do something I am opposed to." She shakes her head hands grasping at yours. She looks back you with curiosity in her eyes, "Tell me! Do you have any perverted fantasies?"

You softly laugh at her curiosity. It's been a while since you've talked to your friends back at home and the stories of your hook ups. You hum, pondering on what you've always wanted most.

"I guess I've always wanted to try a role-play. Me the inmate and other person the cop. But I can always settle for them eating me out," you share your confession. Before Abigail has time to question what you mean by 'role playing' and 'eating out,' there's a knock at the door.

"Girls? Supper is prepared," Meredith pokes her head in. Her daughter gives her a nod and stands off the bed, "We will be there soon." Abigail looks at you expectingly.

"Yeah I'd love to eat. I just gotta stop by somewhere real quick. I'll be back," you tell the both of them. Meredith smiles and nods, "No worries dear! I'll keep the food warm for you."

You give her a thanks and make your way out of Abigail's room, leaving the upper housed home and going though the loud bar. You shiver at the burst of cold air, you were so used to the warmth already. You grab your coat to secure it around your shoulder better before making your way to the woods, the sun starting to set behind the trees.

Once you think you're deep enough in, you lift your head up to look for Nyryx. It's a little hard to see with the incoming darkness and cluster of trees, but you can make out the outline of his wings and the swishing of his tail.

"Nyryx!" you call. "I have some news!"

He comes down from the trees, standing at his full height in front of you. You drink in his sight, Abigail's previous words getting to you. What would it be like? He's so much bigger than you or any man you've been with, would it hurt?

He folds his arms across his chest, talons hanging out, "Prey, I do not have the patience for your lack of words. What do you have to share?"

You snap back to reality, finding the words you need to say. "You need life force right? Well, I think it would've been better if you specified what type of life force you needed. I met this chick who had these books and the talked about in-...your species, I mean. And I learned a lot about what you are are-"

He's in front of you in a split second, hand grasping your face so your cheeks are squished together.

"What I am?" He spits. "You know nothing of me, or what I need. You hear stories from a human about my species and you think you know what it is I need? Pry, tell me that, what is it that I am?"

You stiffen in his grasp, your fingers curling around his wrists. His hold loosens on you, but he does not let go of yourself. You stare into his black eyes, anger and hurt seem to be there.

"Do you fear me?" He suddenly asks voice quiet. He locks his eyes onto you, looking for any indication of what you might say or think.

"I..." you trail off. "I'm not scared of you." He growls, unhappy with you response. "I mean, you're scaring me now, if that's what you mean. But it's not cuz you're a..."

"An incubus," he finishes, voice tight and irritated.

"Yes," you breathe, "not because you're that. I just happened to come across someone very knowledgeable in that stuff. I want to help you, Nyryx, I really do. But..." your eyes water. You hate to admit it, but you're starting to grow fond of the half-demon in front of you. It's clear he is not happy with what he is. You wish he knew that he is more than a half demon.

"Prey," his nickname calls you. "Why do you weep? Am I that horrifying?"

You shake your head, sniffing and laughing softly. "No. I just...I just want to help you. You're not eating right and I don't understand why. I don't like it when you're upset, and I said I have good news."

You tears fall softly, and you let him lick them off. His big tongue taking them away, the warmth of it makes your legs press together. He pulls away for a second before leaning in close again, this time his lips touching your eyes and cheeks. His other snake-like tongue pokes out, ghosting your lips. You gasp at the feeling, this was more than eating your tears. He was tasing you.

When he pulls away, his hands gently travel down, gripping your throat. "Don't keep this good news to yourself. Indulge me."

You blink a few times, getting a grip of your common sense. "I think I know someone who would let you do you thing at night. You could eat properly, get energy faster." He smiles widely at you, it's almost unsettling to see his sharp canines.

His talons play with your hair, "Do you?"

You nod, but for some reason they way he's looking at you is predatory. "Her name is Abigail." His smile falls. He releases you from his hold and scrunches his nose as though he smelled something foul. "I am not interested in taking advantage of women while they sleep."

"No!" you protest, "Let me explain!"

You tell Nyryx about Abigail's fascination with demons, her fantasies. He is stubborn at first, unwilling to listen further more. Yet, you persist. It's an easy cash grab. And you'll be there for more than one night. It's a perfect opportunity to store up his energy and stay satisfied until the full moon. You show him the bar, pointing to which window is her's.

"It's not even bad," you tell Nyryx, who is still hesitant on the idea. "She'll be into it. If not, you can just leave and we'll come up with a plan b, okay?"

When he finally agrees you show him how to high five. You're happy that you're taking another step closer to getting home, but a weird pit in your chest aches as you picture what is going to happen tonight.

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You lay in the guest room, stretching your limbs out on the bed. A satisfied groan leaves you. You ate a big dinner and have a bed to sleep on? God has shown mercy on you.

Your room is small, but you're grateful. You have a single window that gives you a perfect view of the moon. You've always loved scenery, it's why you were standing at the beach in the first place. Your memories are cut short when you see a familiar flying beast go by. You sit up, ears straining to hear any sound of Nyryx or Abigail.

Her room is right next to yours, it shouldn't be hard to hear anything. It's not, you could hear the gentle steps of Nyryx's feet, the creaking steps adjusting to his weight. You should lay back down, mind your business, but you're so curious. And a little turned on.

You could hear the soft creaking of Abigail's bed, you nearly squeal in anticipation. Both of your windows are open, so you could hear pretty good even if the walls were soundproof.

You feel you stomach grow hot, your pussy getting wet. Man, you're such a pervert. But it doesn't stop you from hearing Nyryx shift on the bed. You put your back against the headboard and open your legs. It's different for the demon. He's literally designed to fuck women in the most controversial way possible. You though? You're doing this on your own free will. That makes it just a little worse.

You wonder what he's doing now. Is he going to wake her up? Is he going to fuck her with her clothes on? Will be just put it in? Or take his time?

You hand dips through your underwear, touching your warm folds. You keep quiet, softly rubbing your lower lips and spreading your wetness. You could hear Abigail toss and turn in her bed, humming softly. You imagine his touching her how you're touching yourself. He's getting her wet, prepared for what he's going to do.

You push a finger into yourself, biting your lower lip to keep yourself quiet. You slowly finger fuck yourself, staring outside the window. You haven't been with anyone recently, and this whole fiasco with being in another world had you stressed. It feels nice to allow yourself pleasure, relaxing into your own body.

You don't hear any moaning though, you suppose Nyryx does prefer to take his time. Or maybe he's stroking himself. You close your eyes and imagine it. You assume his dick would be the same color as his pale skin, but what about his tip? Maybe a bright red like a cherry on top. Or maybe a dark grey. The thought excites you.

You wonder how thick it could be. Hopefully you could wrap your hand around it, pleasuring him. You stick a second finger inside, a quiet whimper falls. past your lips. You imagine how it must feel to have Nyryx inside you, how warm it would be. You lift your shirt up to have your fingers play with your nipples. They harden immediately from the cold air.

You thrust your fingers in and out, thumb gently touching your clit. You hum, trying your best to keep your voice down. You hear the bed from Abigail's room move a little rough, he must be fucking her by now. But god, do you wish it was you. You wished you could feel how hard he is, how rough he would be with you and lick your tears away.

You thrusting harder, the squelching on your pussy getting slightly louder. You let your moans slip, making sure they're barely audible. You need more though, you want to feel it deep in your gut. You fingers are soaked in your juices and your knuckle deep, but you want more. Need more.

A gust of strong wind makes you shoot your eyes open, and you're staring into Nyryx's pitch black eyes. Your bed dips from his weight, and you jump at his presence. You were about to ask what he's doing before you become painfully aware of how deep your fingers are in you, how your chest is completely exposed.

You yank your fingers out of your pussy, a string of wetness connecting to your fingers. Your face burns with embarrassment, you were caught in literally the worst way possible. He remains quiet, face impossibly close to yours.

He reaches down one of his hands and grabs your hand that was inside of you. He places your fingers in his mouth, groaning at the taste. "What are you..." you start, feeling the warmth of his mouth.

Nyryx takes your fingers out of his mouth, "I should be asking you that no? I arrive to do my thing and all I can hear is how delightful you sound, how delectable you smell. You tempt me with your taste, prey."

"I was going to pay it no mind," he informs you, slowly going down against your neck to your chest. "I found it unbelievable at the thought of your desire aimed at me. Yet, I could hear your pathetic fantasies loud in my mind. Your craving for a demon like me."

He takes a nipple in his mouth, tongue sliding messily across your breast. You grip the back of his head softly, pushing him closer to your body. Your other hand covers your mouth, suppressing your moans. When you peer down at him, you notice two horns onto his head. Those are new.

"Did that book tell you about my abilities? How I can feel the pooling desire from the women I take?" He asks. You shake your head in response, not trusting your voice. He smile with your bud in his mouth. "During the time of arousal, I can sense the human female's wants, so I may get the most of life force she can spare me. The other woman was responsive yes." He pauses, lifting his head up to meet your eyes. He kisses your nose, your cheek, then gives a peck of your lips. You hiss in a breath, feeling the wetness between your legs unbearable.

His teeth nip at your earlobe before he gently whispers in your ear, "You though, you overpowered any feeling she was producing. Your need for me was impossible to push away." His lips travelled down you neck, your chest, you stomach, finally to wear you were aching. Your breath hitched in your throat as you opened your legs wider.

"I'm sorry," was all you could manage. You disturbed his mission, but he seems quite happy about it to be honest. "I'm a pervert I know. I just couldn't help myself."

He laughs at your apology and excuse, sliding your underwear down your leg to hang off one of your ankles. "Do not give me your apologies, prey. Give me your desires."

He plants a kiss on your clit, one hand reaches up playing with your nipple while the other steadies himself at you waist. Maybe you'll both regret this in the morning, but with how much your pussy is pulsating you don't care for the consequences.

Nyryx relishes in your taste, as if he hasn't eaten a good meal in ages. Which is mostly likely true. He licks to collect your juices, holding the flavor on his tongue as he groans, "Fuck the heavens above, you are my salvation."

He pushes his face further into you, not caring about how your hands found purchase in his hair. You moaned as Nyryx sucked on your clit, teeth gently grazing your folds. He experimentally let his lips graze your pussy, placing kissing on your wetness.

It was comforting, feeling the man-beast care for every part of your skin. Nyryx was more than ecstatic to please you, it was obvious by the swishing of hit tail and the twitch in his wings. Your curious eyes caught onto his horns. Not huge, but they were definitely not there before. Maybe they come out when he's like this, you think.

You hummed in approval as his tongue went up and down your cunt, wet noises echoed in the room. Your moved one of your hands from his hair to touch his horn, gently sliding your fingertips against it. He halted for a moment, black eyes flicking up to your aroused ones.

"Do they fascinate you?" He asks in a low tone. He doesn't bother to stop his mouth from eating you, but he keeps his orbs on yours waiting for an answer.

"Yes," you breathe, resisting your moans to speak properly. "I want to touch them."

He laughs at your response making your body vibrate. "You have my permission, prey," he smiles. "I suggest you don't touch harshly, they are quite sensitive."

You grasp one of his horns in your grip, gasping at how slick it is. Almost as though it was dipped in oils to leave it smooth. You stroke it gently, amused by the lewd sounds it makes. Nyryx softly moans at your touch, his tongue getting more brave to dip into your entrance.

When you pulled your hands away from his horn, a string of wetness hung from your fingers. You brought your hand to your lips and licked, curious as to what it tasted like, You could feel Nyryx's eyes on your movements, his smile on your pussy as you gulped. It tasted sickly sweet, slightly salty, but the most noticeable part was the burn.

Not like spice, but like fire. It traveled from your throat to the depths of your stomach. You made a strange sound as it burned, mouth hanging opening as you craved more of the substance. Before you had the chance to shove your fingers in your mouth, you felt unbelievably hot. You felt how much you gushed out onto Nyryx's tongue and how lonely your throat felt. The sudden crave to have his cock deep in your mouth was almost unbearable.

Nyryx laughed almost manically at your behavior. He happily gulped your excess of essence and gave you one more lick before leaning forward to your face. His eyes searched your expression, noting the blush in your cheeks and the swell of your lips. He smiled.

"Is it here?" Nyryx's voice was teasing. His clawed hand gripped your throat softly, running it up and down you neck. "Are you burning here?"

You nodded immediately, a pathetic whimper left your lips. "Please," you begged, "Kiss me."

One of his eyebrows quirked up, he hadn't expected you to say that. He quickly put his playful smirk on and leaned in close, "Only because you asked so pleasantly."

His lips met yours, they were hot and drowned in the taste of your pussy which you more than happy to taste with him. He smiled when you slipped your tongue inside his mouth. Nyryx's hands slipped to your waist and pulled you close, opening with mouth wider. You felt the smoothness of his tongue, your pussy throbbed at how much it missed his soft muscle.

Nyryx suddenly shoved his tongue deep into your throat, not caring about the drool that pooled out of your mouth and his. You moaned, greedily sucking on his tongue and your hands gripped the back of his head.

Deeper, you wanted him deeper inside you. The burn and itch was not satisfied, you needed more.

You pulled away from him despite your body yearning for his lips. His eyes opened to yours curiously, head cocked to the side. Your hands traveled down his back, feeling his smooth grey skin and black wings. He shivered at your touch, eyes closing for a brief second.

Your hands went around to feel his chest, giving a playful pinch at his nipple. His eyes hot back open and he look surprised at your gesture, but wasn't displeased. Yours hands kept going down until you met the waistband of his trousers. You slipped your hand under, but Nyryx was quick to grab your wrist.

"I understand my aphrodisiacs got you excited, but refrain from taking charge. I do not like to be challenged," though his smile was flirtatious, he tone was dead set. You nodded, ignoring the aphrodisiacs he said you ingested.

He moved back so he had room to yank you down fully on the bed by your hips. You laid flat, excitement pooling in your stomach as his eyes took in your form hungrily. You would've squirmed by someone staring at you so intensely, but all you could think about was how much he was going to stretch you out.

Nyryx lifted your shirt above your head, discarding it quickly until you were completely nude underneath him. He followed suit, throwing his trousers off to spring his hard cock free. Your eyes travelled down and your jaw dropped. You legs closed instinctively, that won't fit.

You took in his dark cock, matching his grey tone. His tip was slightly darker, a contrast to the white pre-cum that was seeping out. If it wasn't his color that surprised you, it had to be his girth. The thickness made you salivate, you've never seen a dick so heavy.

You swallowed thickly, eyes peering back to his. Nyryx seemed pleased, taking delight in your surprise. "Do not be fearful," he says calmly, as if he's gone through this before. "I may be half demon, but I am not so cruel to not give you pleasure on my cock."

You let out a breath and bit your lower lip. It's been a while, can you really fit him? Still, you reopened your legs, holding them by the under thighs. He smiled, flashing his sharp teeth, "Good girl."

He grabbed his cock and slid it against your cunt, smearing both of your arousal all over. You whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his warmth spread. You could feel the veins of his cock, the tip he ever so carefully ran on your pussy. You could feel his grip tighten on your waist as he hissed a breath in.

He humped you for a while, loving how you writhed and begged for him to shove his dick inside. His tail wrapped around your ankle, pulling your leg a little more open. You felt him adjust on his knees, poking his tip inside of you. Your body clenched immediately to slip him in, but to no avail. Nyryx only laughed at you pathetic attempts.

"Please," you cried, still keeping your voice into a needy whisper. "Nyryx I need it, it hurts." "Aww," he coos, leaning down to cup your face. "Is my little human going mad?"

You felt your heart clench, my little human. It was most likely bedroom talk, but it didn't stop the deepening blush in your cheeks. Rather than answering, you cried. Tears falling down your face like you had been cursed at. Nyryx leaned down and licked your tears, humming at your saltiness.

"Forgive me, prey. I have a bad habit of playing with my food," Nyryx apologizes. He places a tender kiss to your lips before sitting back up, this time with determination.

He grabbed the base of his cock and lined it up with you as he used his other hand to steady at your waist. You lifted your hips up at his movements, trying to find a position that would have it slip in the easiest.

Nyryx pushed forward, his tip going in easily. Your mouth fell open when he went deeper, pussy clenching around his thickness. You whimpered, but the pain was still pleasurable. The half-demon was careful though, grabbing a pillow from behind you to place under your hips.

He reached up to stroke his horn for a moment and used the same hand to stroke his cock, most likely to lube his dick up so it could continue sliding in with ease. It worked, finally settling deep into your cunt like it was always meant to be there.

You loudly cried out, forgetting where you were for a moment. It hurt so good, you spread legs more so he could shuffle closer to your body. He softly thrusted once, your while body moving with him. You moaned, the burn deep inside your belly was finally being snuffed out.

You reached up to bring him down to your lips, kissing him carelessly. He moaned into your mouth, moving his hips deeply inside you. You cried pleasurably into his mouth, loving how he stretched you. You studied his face to see he was screwing his eyes shut. It was like he was focusing.

Nyryx was focusing, it took so much control to not abuse your pussy. You were so warm, tight, so inviting to him that he this was more than just a meal. Sure, he's been hungry for this moment in general, but you made him want to indulge in his own dark desires. Taking you rough, yanking your hair as he took you behind. This though, he was content was seeing your face twist in pleasure. Maybe next time he'll take you how he wants to.

A particular thrust made you moan loudly, bringing him back to this moment. You grabbed him shoulders as Nyryx thrusted a little more roughly into you. His wing flared out slightly, as though he was suddenly possessive of your body. He sat back up, a bruising grip on your hips as he drove into you.

Don't scream, don't scream. you told yourself. But the way Nyryx was kissing the deepest parts of you proved that it was difficult. He had to silence you by clamping a hand over your mouth. Not that you minded, you enjoyed his manhandling.

The burning thrust of his cock had heat building in your lower stomach. You clenched around him to add more pressure, letting him know you were getting close.

Nyryx groaned at the feel of your tight cunt. "Give it to me, prey. I'm starving."

You were worried about how loud you two were being. The bed was repeatedly hitting the wall, your muffled wails were beginning to get loud, but the loudest was the skin-to-skin clapping. The indecent sounds that it made.

"Oh fuck Nyryx, please don't stop, please," you begged, muffled. The boiling in your stomach was going to spill out, you just need a little...

His hand left your mouth rub on your clit, spreading your juices all over your lower lips. You moaned. The rubbing was almost painful, but it was so desperately needed in order for you to cum.

You covered your own mouth as you came, muting the sounds of elation into your palms. You groaned with every thrust Nyryx pushed into you, fucking you through your orgasm. You could feel your juices drip down and you're sure there was a white ring around his cock. Rather than letting you up, Nyryx pushed unbelievably deeper, tip crushing your cervix as his hand kept playing with your pussy.

"No!" you cried, words slurring. "It's too much!"

Nyryx gave you a wicked grin, his horns leaking with what you think was arousal. "You're going to take it," he commanded. You were sobbing at this point. You were begging to be fucked, but now you were begging for the exact opposite. Though, a strange part of you loved being painfully overstimulated.

He stilled in your hips, moaning like a wounded animal as he came. You felt is gush into you, his warmth spreading inside your stomach. You moaned at his release, finally spared from his tortuous fingers on your clit.

He pulled out quickly, face going down to face your pussy before he stuck his tongue out. You pushed his head away, but his hands were faster. He intertwined your fingers with his own as he ate you out again, collecting your release and his own.

"Nyryx puh-leaseeee," you wailed. You legs were forced open by his tail, holding one of your thighs apart. He ignored your pleas, he actually laughed into your pussy. "You beg so prettily," he pulls away for a moment. "I almost want to listen."

You think he was going to spare you pity, but instead he laps on your abused, puffy clit once more. You became a babbling mess as Nyryx shoved his tongue deep inside you, making sure to get every drop you released. Your body weakly struggles against him, your sensitive clit twitching.

When he finally pulls away, he notices how wet your face had become. He feels a pain in his chest, perhaps he went a little too far this time. He released your hands from his hold and his tail relinquishes your thigh. Your legs immediately close and you wince at the sensitivity of your pussy.

Nyryx moves so he rests besides you, pulling you into his sweaty chest. He kisses the top of your head as you scoot closer to him, eyes feeling droopy. His fingers gently caress your arm, the other underneath you. Even his tail wrap comfortably around the lower part of your leg.

"Apologies, prey," his voice sounds distance, you know you're falling to sleep. "I was famished."

a/n: okay so it's gonna be longer than 4 chapters oops lmao.

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Their Defenseless Host

Tws: nonfatal willing Vore, STP-typical violence, possession, brief digestion scare. This is a literary take on the trope vs fetishistic, but is rated mature for the trope & the fandom.

Still expecting one day I’ll be kicked out for this one. However, I do promise that this is a character study using allegory much in the way cannon does: to explore the relationships between the characters and their intimate connections.

Synopsis: Some betrayals are too vast to recover from - and sometimes, that weight falls on the assailant more so than the victim. Trust and distrust are one of the same vine, blotting out hope and making everything more immense. Including, sometimes, the person you’ve wronged.

But bearing your heart to someone and hoping for mercy isn’t always where that story ends. Sometimes you need to see their own heart as well, from somewhere safe within - with only a knife clutched at your chest and hope that the trust pays off.

Deep within the belly of the beast, there is far more love than anyone could hope for - and a singular Other who deigns to take that connection away, once and for all.

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