#yandere pred

[once-upon-a-tommorow]

i want to hear preds yearning for their prey

MAKE. 👏

THEM. 👏

YEARN. 👏

[naszircrock4]

Yandere By Xeitma

[luckyshotwrites]

Yandere Vore 3 - LIAR (Bad Ending)

In case you haven't read:

Part 1: DO NOT disobey that trust, Part 2: You broke your PROMISE.

Contents Warning (Spoilers): Unwilling prey, Willing Pred, Half size Difference, ?/M Teasing/Threatening, Fearplay, Implied Digestion, and Possessiveness.

Word count: 1283

(He does have a name now, Portmanteau, (Port for short) shout out to @fairlyqualityanon for helping me with it. Lastly, this portion will be written from his perspective and this story will contain three different endings. ENJOY!)

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He felt it lingering in the air when he walked through the door. The animosity. He held his breath, purposefully stepping carefully as he made his way up the stairs to avoid making a sound. He got in front of his door, and his ears caught their soft breath near it. Except it was higher, higher than usual. He kicked into the door. He quickly broke it open, turned his head, and snatched their wrist from the air.

He held it, and even with surprise, Port caught them. A grin twisted up on his lips. He squeezed tighter until they whined out and let the mirror shard wrapped in cloth clang to the floor.

He grabbed their waist without a word. He pulled them from the chair they scratched along the wood to stand on and match his height. He tossed them upon the bed that was twice the size of a king for their size.

He went over them before they could run.

"I-I'm sorry!" They cried as he braced one leg over and used a single hand to bind both wrists.

He grabbed them under their chin and forced them to meet his eyes. An obsessive crimson expelled over them from his hue. 

"It was an accident, wasn't it?" He asked with such a soft tone. "You slipped forward while holding that, didn't you?"

Their jaw jittered with a nod. Following it was a pitiful whimper, "Yes."

They yelped again when he squeezed the hand at their wrists.

The fingers of his other hand pressed into their cheeks. "You Liar." His snapped.

They jolted, and his eyes caressed their face. 

"How could such a dirty, dirty lie..." He traced his thumb across their lips, "leave these precious lips."

"I swear I-"

He pressed his thumb on them to stop their voice.

"Your bodies been corrupted, hasn't it?" He inched his face closer; they couldn't turn their head away.

"Your crazy need to escape, your willingness to kill me." His hand lifted from their chin, "it's all corruption, isn't it? You can't even recognize someone who adores you so much." His hand pressed at their neck. 

They tried to yank their wrists free and stop him. "You're crazy!"

"Crazy?" A cackle erupted up past his barely moving lips. "Your minds so polluted." His mouth opened, and his long pointed tongue crept out. It spurred with eagerness to taste the flesh that belonged to him.

His muscle stroked their face. Its warm wetness coasted up, pressed up their chin, over their lips, and up their eyes. They whimpered out in disgust.

His enjoyment made his grip loosen enough for them to slip out, and his voice boomed in the room again. "Do you remember what I told you last week, dear?"

He got their ankle and forced them back to the middle of the bed, "I suppose you'll need a much deeper lesson to learn." 

He heard the tears in their voice, "no-no! Please! Don't do this!" They kicked as hard as they could. Their foot slammed into his jaw. Neither moved a muscle after. Their body simply trembled from what they just did. 

He turned his head back. His glistening fangs shut, sealed in a wide grin. 

"Such a disobedient little one, aren't you?" He bound their ankles with his hands and pulled them up to his face. "That's okay because I can play a rough, too.~"

They begged for mercy as he slathered their bare soles. 

He slipped them into his mouth, moaning aloud for them to hear. His red hue reflected back their fear. 

He held himself from swallowing. Their ankles and below caught in his throat.

His hands crawled up and gripped their meaty thighs.

Their fingers couldn't reach his. They barely touched at his. 

Once he had his hold, his eyes rolled back, focusing on the fill their form did at his neck. Port desired this from the beginning, a chance to envelop his sweet entirely. But he cared too much. He refrained, only being "gentle." He kept them safe from everything and everything.

Even with their shrieks, his GULP was louder. The first sliver clutched down. And with his rising eagerness, more slipped downward. He dragged their body across the bed as he ate. They failed to pry his hands away and tried desperately to grasp at blankets, the bed, something to stop him, but it was useless. 

He squished his fangs at their flesh with every gulp, almost like he'd bite.

He seized their arms and pressed them to their hips.

Another GLuUrk, and their feet pressed at the inside his stomach.

His eyes widened with the sudden fulfilling pleasure. He moaned, desiring more, soon catching their hands inside his mouth. 

Their weak whimpers and pleas trembled down on his tongue.

It reminded him that he had less than half of them left. He pushed up, kneeing the bed, and sunk down in the mattress with their combined weight. His hands held their back, keeping them upright, but he didn't do much to stop their twisting as it only helped them fall faster.

"It's so hot." They sputtered, "please don't kill me! I'll LISTEN!"

He was far too fixated on eating the rest of them. 

He tortured them, taking smaller gulps to prolong their moment. And matter what they did at this point, even if he stopped, they couldn't get out.

Everything was down to sensations, the pulls, constrictions, slick warmth, and the ever-encroaching full plummet.

A hearty wet slurp signaled that he approached their collar. Not that they couldn't feel it. Their vocals refused to use words.

There was no struggle as he worked down their shoulders, engulfing them. 

"Mmph-mmn~" His throat hummed. Another wet, Gulp rang in their ears. His hand stroked at their hair, holding his pleasant insane care before he forced them down.

Glllluuuuurk~

The final swallow was long to relish the last bit of utter despair. They wouldn't be able to stop or go back up. Their cries were nothing more than soft reverberations along Port's tight tube, all until the shape at their neck vanished. 

They slid down fast once he entirely swallowed. His stomach gurgled happily upon the rest of them entering its stretchy firmness. His tongue ran across his lips, delicious. He thought.

He fell back and let out a giant exhale, arms tightly clutching at his flesh. While they fought wildly, without purpose and barely doing anything but relax him.

"Shhh," he stroked his gut. He shifted to lay on his side with a heave.

"You're safe. No one can take you away from me now."

He heard muffled murmurs and noises. His flesh was too tight and thick to be heard from the inside.

He never knew how satisfying it'd be to hold his precious treasure, his sweet, his LOVE, all to himself.

No one else could ever claim them, and he hugged them to prove it. His core muscles squeezed with his embrace.

He was very affectionate when it came to them. And he thought he gave them such a privileged closeness. One he'd dare not share with anyone else.

And yet they still fought him, reminding him again of the glass they tried to stab into his head. He knew they weren't at fault. They were misguided, never shown what it meant to have someone love them so much.

"You poor, poor, dear."

His stomach groaned aloud.

He smiled. "You'll never escape me now, will you? You said you'd listen from now on..."

He pressed at the faint outline of their form from beyond his pulled-up shirt. "And I know you'll listen because you're wholly and truly, all mine, my sweet, sweet love.~"

[mango-ribs]

Even as I have you now, I still crave you.

I hold you in my arms and tell you it’s alright, but I know it’s not right, I know that you will never forgive me what I’m about to do to you.

But I don’t care anymore.

I’m going to eat you, and you’re not getting out of this.

I love you dearly, but I don’t care if you’re going to cry and scream and beg. I won’t care when you ask me when I’ll let you out. I don’t plan to digest you, if that’s what you’ll be fearing - If anything, to you eventually, that may seem too kind.

No. I’m tired of starving, and now that I have you right where I want you? You are never getting out.

You can trust that this is the best decision for the both of us, that I have everything planned out and every possible opportunity for your escape has already been snuffed out before you can even conceptualize it.

Don’t cry about your family or your friends, because they won’t find us. You were always complaining about them, so maybe this is a good thing? Then again, I don’t really care what you view it as, because all that matters to me is that I have you.

And I do.

Let my body be your prison, my teeth your bars and the stomach around you your cage. Let my warmth blanket over you.

Or don’t, I won’t care.

Because you’re never.

Ever.

Getting away from me again.

What are y’all’s thoughts on preds that just.. never intend to let their prey go?

Whether it’s purposeful or the prey was forced into it, once the pred has them they never want to let them go.

[devourable]

༄ the mermaids

sfw | tws : thalassophobia, yandere behavior, kidnapping, mildly implied pred/prey dynamics? possibly?

happy mermay! doing this before i round back to my last male yandere, then i'll alternate between the girls and enbies 😌

apologies if the pacing on this is kinda ass,,, ive had no time lately and wanted to get this out so i could write other things <\3 hope y’all like it tho

there had been rumors of strange creatures living in the waters of ilanca reef for years now. from beautiful sirens that could lure you to a watery death, to sea monsters that'll snatch you up and swallow you whole, the speculation was so widespread that many were keen to believe it. because of that, the beach was often desolate with only the warning signs of monstrous sea life littering it.

when you discovered it, however, you had to admit.. despite all the warnings, all the rumors, all of the strange happenings? you honestly didn’t care. you liked having the entire beachfront to yourself! and you personally had seen no monsters. therefore you believed none of it, and went to the beach as you pleased.

that was exactly how the three mermaids that had been stalking you wanted it to be.

it had a calculated effort since the trio had taken notice of you weeks prior. it was any other day for them at first — lyonesse was hunting a bit further off shore, tomila was sunbathing on a half-submerged rock, and kallisto had her eye on land. therefore, it was kallisto who noticed when you came traipsing about, lugging a bag of beach essentials on your back and completely oblivious to their presence.

the moment you had arrived, all three girls dove back into the water with such speed that you didn't even notice them. just another dumb human trespassing on their territory, all on your own, they thought — didn't the others warn you? didn't you see the signs? they were there for a reason!

they were just going to scare you off at first. that's what they did to every human that dared to enter their turf. they'd show themselves, the human would run off and tell anyone who'd listen, and they'd giggle amongst themselves as the poor sop who they had frightened was either completely disregarded as another prankster who had a bit too much sun or caused a hysteria which made a throng of beachgoers flee the dunes for fear of being targeted next.

but when the girls reemerged and their eyes landed on you, unsuspecting of their presence as you set up your things in the shade... for some reason, they all stopped. and they all just stared.

...how did such a nice looking human stumble upon their beach? what were these strange feelings they got just from looking at you? why didn't they wanna chase you away?

all three girls found themselves doting on every aspect of you rather than planning how they’d drive you away. you were just so adorable! they couldn’t help it! your cute face, your little mannerisms, the quirky little things you did when you thought you were alone? it enamored them to you within moments.

tomila was keen to try to meet you off the bat. but every time she made a move to get your attention, lyonesse and kallisto stopped her. humans get scared so easily, they reminded her — if you ran off like the others, they'd risk never seeing you again! they had to avoid that at all costs.

it wasn’t like they could chase you on land… if only you’d come to the water! it was no surprise that their human was smarter than the others…

with you out of their reach for the time being, they started small. every time you came down to their isolated section of the beach, you'd find something new waiting for you. sea shells and shark teeth that'd never normally wash up on the beach, an old watch that still worked somehow, a wallet that was packed with money (completely sodden, but still intact) despite the ID mysteriously missing from it, anything that the girls understood to be of value to humans. it surprised you at first, then baffled you — it was clear it was all being placed there intentionally, but by who? you had no clue, but since no one else came to the reef and therefore was never claimed, it was free for you to take. so you kept returning, and the girls kept giving.

it made them so happy when you'd come down wearing one of the bracelets they left, or spent time trying to pry apart the tiny treasure box they'd filled with sea glass and old coins. you liked their gifts! that meant you'd like them when you'd meet, right? it didn’t matter that other humans were warning you to stop coming around, you didn’t listen to them. it had to be because you liked them so much!

for a time, they were content with just that. you usually came alone, and when anyone else dared to stop by — with or without you — they chased off the newcomers with a new aggression that kept them from coming back. stupid humans, didn’t they know that this beach was for you only now? they weren’t allowed! and with their collective effort, eventually everyone was too frightened to visit the beach entirely.

everyone except you, of course!

and when they were sure that no one else would interrupt the moment they had waited ages for, it was then and only then that they revealed themself to you.

needless to say, you were incredibly surprised the day you came down to the usual spot you'd find your treasures in and, rather than finding a trinket or jewelry, you found yourself grabbed by several pairs of scaley, webbed hands and dragged off the beach, into the water, where the three happily chirped and chattered at you — finally, finally, getting to meet their human treasure! and you had so much bonding to do now that you knew of their existence!

it’d be a while before they let you go again… but it’s okay — they watched you for so long, surely they knew about all the things you liked!

they’d make sure you’d be nice and comfortable during your time with them.

[sheepwavehdg]

HDG Story Recs: Sheepwaveiverse

so, fuck it, gonna do a writeup of all my own major fics. if they have a genderswapped version, that has its own link. this isn't actually even all of them, some of my oneshots are not on the list. mid length means under 50k words.

Sweet Poppy (F/f), (M/f edit) [Mid length, Completed] - yandere comedy erotica

Amelia is an independent human, who is dating Poppy, one of the aliens that conquered humanity and is known for taking pets. fortunately, Poppy doesn't want a human as a pet, and Amelia is definitely immune to mind control anyway. Its normal for your girlfriend to give you a necklace that doesn't come off, right? And being played with like a docile, empty doll is just a kink thing... As is the training and conditioning... Right? A comedy yandere erotica story with just a tiny bit of psychological horror.

Good Sensory (F/f), (M/f edit)  [Mid length, ongoing] - autism, asexuality, fluff romance, split human/affini pov

A fluffy autism-celebrating kink/romance story about learning to unmask and be loved as the person you actually are, rather than the one you think you're supposed to be. Sally Fable is easily overwhelmed. bad textures, bad sensations, all of it. she also has a lot of experience being made fun of for how passionate she can get. Marsha Lywick is an alien from beyond the stars who wants to break Sally's masking habits and turn her into the cutest little pet imaginable.

Cat and Mouse (F/f) [Long, ongoing, but in an extended epilogue, the plot is complete] - Predprey, dollkink, plurality

Jenny, an extremely clever rebel, fights tooth and tail against her domestication by the Huntress affini Tamai, managing to outsmart the affini several times along the way. an examination of plurality, how hard it is to trust when you've been burned over and over, and the sapphic eroticism of being chased down in the woods. notably features pred/prey and CGL dollkink. Perhaps the sharpest story in the entire setting, do not go in expecting a story without conflict.

Sycanthe Lantana, First Bloom (F/f) [Mid length, Completed] - comedy, romance, affini pov

an extreme youngbloom with a lot of anxiety navigates her savior complex and her role in the affini compact, helped along by her beloved floret. a sweet romcom. This one is fairly lighthearted and sweet.

Sweet Tooth (F/f) [mid length, ongoing] - kidnap intox sweet tooth fixation noncon

Cowritten with PyxxieStyxx! Katherine Stanton has a very rigid, structured life. she likes her plain oatmeal every day, and reading in the park, even though her home assistant AI nags her to stop wearing grey all the time and mix things up. Sirata Saccharum, fifth bloom, thinks Katherine needs an intervening helping vine to inject a little sweetness into her life, and isn't terribly concerned that Katherine disagrees.

Master, Daddy, and Kitten (M/M/f) [mid length, ongoing] - sweet, poly ace kink, autistic catgirl

a collab with ashinbloom. Kitten is a draftee in a cosmic navy she hates. when two handsome alien plant husbands rescue her, she falls for thier charms very fast. a happy sweet triangle results. a soft, fluffy ace kinky pladdy love story about two adorkable plant husbands and thier pet who is a woman in a cat way.

Cutting Away (F/f, 2nd person) [oneshot] - horror-erotica, noncon, implantation

A horror-erotica story about implantation, set in the human domestication guide universe, exploring the actual process of the implant integration with a human brain.

Alder's Prize (M/f), Adelira's Prize(F/f) [Mid length, Completed] - Noncon, forcefem, scent kink

A forcefem story about a marine who thinks "he" is an alpha wolf gets adopted by an affini who intends to have the happiest little puppygirl slut as a trophy. cowritten with 4WheelSword.

Surrogate Bloom (pansexual) [Mid length, ongoing] - pregnancy kink, polyamory, independent life

a xenophilic hedonist independent human in her fifties, Hannah, is proposed with an idea: let her girlfriend Reiko and her alien boyfriend grow plant biotech inside her lower abdomen for kink reasons. shes super into it, but the journey involves unpacking a lot of why maternalism is something she thinks she can only ever pretend at.

A Taste of Class-Ω (F/f, 2nd person) [oneshot] - Class-O play, Affini Pov, romantic but also kinda scary

a reader(affini) x floret story where 'you' tease your pet with a simulated class-O experience.

Ache of Maculatum (M/f), Song of Picaria (F/f) [Long, Completed] - romance, transhumanism, trauma processing

one of the most brilliant physicists of the terran accord plants her feet in the ground and refuses to adapt to the Compact. This story is both a very horny transhumanist romance, and also a character study in internalized transmisogny, narcisism, and still deserving love no matter what.

The Captain's Toy (M/m) (M/f) (F/f) [oneshot] - imperialism, posthumanism, mind control kink

A standalone sequel oneshot to Aom/Sop, set 750 years later.

Hope for the Future (F/f, 2nd person) [oneshot] - Noncon, Affini Pov, horror-erotica

a second person Affini POV oneshot about meeting a terran "you" (the reader) just really can't stop thinking about, maybe to the point of obsession... A story as much about kink as it is about complicated feelings about art, parasociality, and being misinterpreted.

HDG, Past//Present//Future [Nonfiction Essay]

a nonfiction critical analysis of the Human Domestication Guide setting, community, and fandom as it exists and may change moving forward, from the perspective of an author who writes it.

Vex and Valda (M/f) (F/f edit) [Short, Completed....maybe?] - edgy noncon erotica

a short but very mean forcefem noncon story about a trillionare being taught the value of sharing.

Pencil (F/f) [oneshot] - comedy-erotica, hypnosis, object fixation

A very chill human pet and her extremely anxious owner engage in some silly hypnotic roleplaying with personality overlays and object fixation.

Your Alien Boyfriend Who Definitely Sees You As His Full Equal (M/f second person), (F/f second person edit) [oneshot] - erotica, sadomasochism, dubcon

A oneshot, written in second person about "your" alien partner that likes to play along with the notion you aren't already thier toy, adores how much of a doll you become in thier arms, and knows how much you like to be hurt- better than you do.

David, the Independent Terran (M/f, Male mc) [oneshot] - slice of life, just a guy, independent life, he fucks trans girls and is a cool dude

David is a cisgendered, heterosexual independent Terran living in the Affini compact. No, seriously. He actually is all of those things. His buddies, of course, are now all queer transfem human pets, and this is a story about what parts of thier dynamic have changed, and what parts have stayed the same.

A Wedding In Crimson (F/f second person) [oneshot] - wedding, romance, surgery

Implantation is very analogous to marriage to the affini. what if they were literally combined into a single ceremony? A oneshot, written in second person about "your" wedding to an affini surgeon.

Kristina_Rushko's Domestication Blog (F/f) [oneshot] - Noncon, Experimental formatting

An absolute Karen starts a blog to vent about how she's going to give the affini a piece of her mind when they arrive. things diverge from her expectations.

[once-upon-a-tommorow]

Why is the v/ore community sleeping on the overly dramatic Cartoony BS that is the prey constantly escaping the pred when really close to their demise and the pred getting more and more obsessed every time they get a taste of catching them and the prey getting persistently more paranoid trope

Or should I shorten it to "not this motherfucker again" trope

Y'all let the pred EARN it

WHERE'S THAT DELICIOUS SUSPENSE!!

GIVE THE PREY NIGHT TERRORS OF FORESHADOWING DOOM

[konigsblog]

if i were to write a long fic, what would you want to see? (no promises, i may stick to my usual multiple drabbles – but i alo might make a fic 🙏)

[luckyshotwrites]

Yandere Vore 3 - FOREVER (Neutral Ending)

In case you haven't read the past parts: Yandere Vore Master Post-It

Contents Warning (Spoilers): Willing prey, Willing Pred, Half size Difference, ?/M Teasing/Threatening, vore mentions, and Possessiveness.

Word count: 1091

(He does have a name now, Portmanteau, (Port for short) shout out to @fairlyqualityanon for helping me with it. A few skips ahead. ENJOY!)

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After my failed escape attempt, he made sure to tie me to the bed every time he left. He'd keep my wrists and ankles bound with rope to the posts. So tightly that any simple twist burned. Not that I wanted to keep trying anyway. There was no point. If I somehow slipped from them, I wouldn't be able to leave the house again. I spoiled my last chance.

The dread pressed into me. It's how I thought Port's knife might feel if he ever snapped. There were times he'd point it at me when I disobeyed before dropping it. Or he'd be rough handling me. If he held me and I pulled away, he'd squeeze me hard into himself. Almost like he wanted his body to mold around me and keep me incased.

If Port was around, he ALWAYS had to have me near him and in his sight. And anytime I looked at a door or window, he would tell me, "no one WILL EVER take you away from me," with the same overwhelming infatuation I never understood.

I won't escape him, will I? I questioned every day, getting enveloped by the same routine. I'd wake up with him and be alone for hours staring at the chips in the wood ceiling. I got to know every little line and crevice. And started to desperately await his return, even crave it.

I wanted to see his affectionate smile and hear him tell me how good I had been while he petted me. I needed affirmation to hope I didn't get bound up again. I didn't want to be left alone. The three hours felt like years.

And it turned into regret and remorse. I shouldn't have tried to run. Why did I do that? There was a frustration growing at my core. He feeds me, he clothes me, and he keeps me safe. Why would I want to run away? I let out a soft scream. I talked so little that I sensed like I couldn't anymore unless it was to respond to him. To obey him. That was truly the only way I knew peace. When he didn't threaten, prod, or harshly tease me.

The days mashed together at one point, and I couldn't take it as he got ready to tie me up again. His hands came down, and I ran into him. I hugged his leg the best I could, my head near his hip. I could only wrap around one of his legs.

"Please, don't leave me," I begged and looked up at him.

The suddenness caught him off guard.

"I'm sorry, Port." I whimpered with a croak in my voice. "I shouldn't have ever tried to leave you. I didn't understand; I didn't know." I pressed into his leg, "I'll never do it again."

My strike left us in silence. I held on. 

"I know yo-you'll never trust me."

His swirling red hue bore down on me, and a severe crack whipped out, "you're trying to trick me."

"I'M NOT!" I declared, gripping his cargo pants tighter.

His lip quivered. He pried me from my hold and held me up in front of him. I could see his face struggling to smile, a joy oversaturated with annoyance. "Do you think you can run away again?" his cold eyes shifted to a sweet deposition, "you won't, dear. They won't dirty you anymore."

"I DON'T WANT TO RUN AWAY!"

His hands tightened around my ribcage, and he let out a few raspy. "STOP IT!" He brought our faces close to one another. "DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME," his hands trembled, "my sweet, sweet treasure.~"

He compressed my ribs, and I choked out, still making my declaration known. "I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU, POR-PORTAMANTEAU."

He flinched at his full name. His thumbs loosened. I expelled the old breath and took anew. Then, coughed in the process. 

His lips flicked into a smile, exposing his canines. 

He grit his teeth together and chuckled through them. He swung me near the bed and tipped forward with me.

 "Then prove it." His distrust never left. "Don't tell me with your words; show me." An exhilaration left his mouth along with the words he whispered, "let me encompass you."

A thick cocktail of worry and fear began in my throat. 

I swallowed it back. "If that's what it takes, I trust you."

His eyes widened wildly. He stepped to the bed and let me fall onto it. He didn't say anything; his vision marveled at my flesh. 

I knew he had the pure instinct to consume. I never admitted it before, but many Apex's did. I ignored it all and pretended the problem never existed. Until I met him. 

He held my legs up, easily keeping my ankles bound with one hand. "If you struggle or pull away from me..." he made sure I met his gaze, "I'll do far worse." He whistled, a serious cast over his eyes. "So don't make me do that."

I remained still and terrified. Listening to every single gulp, slurp, and hum as his body pulled me deeper into its warm insides. They pressed at my lower half, constricting it as the heated compression made me sweat.

He went so slow, occasionally stopping to lightly bite. He seemed so tempted to take a bigger one. But overall, even as his teeth went over my neck, I didn't concede. I stayed true to my word and let him eat me.

…

It became a habit. He'd playfully put my hands near his mouth, lick them, or lick my cheek or other parts he had near. He took my offer to the extreme, almost always choosing to consume me when he held me.

I knew his body was dangerous. It would digest me if I lingered inside him too long. And yet this was better. He was kind and caring as long as I gave myself to him. He even let me see the outdoors again, once.

He started doing it several times a day. He was careful, gentle, and adored the act. At this point, I was inside him more than outside him. I understood its constrictions, noises, and motions to try to break down my body.

I got used to his care, his threats, his skepticism, the ropes-his tone-everything, and anything he did to me.

And the thought of leaving again made me sick. I didn't want to feel the outside world anymore.

 Because now, I was his and would always be his, forever.

...

Thank you for reading, next part coming out soonish? It'll be a big one and a surprise VERY gritty one too that was supposed to be the real bad ending. Hope you enjoyed and have a great day!

[hedonists-den]

⚠️ VORE POST ⚠️

Yandere preds have taken over my thoughts lately. Particularly the idea of them being a possessive roommate.

You get along with them nicely. They're good about staying tidy, they keep up with their portion of rent, they're just a great roommate in general! And what's more, you actually consider them a good friend. They're fun, easy to hang with, and they're supportive.

Although you have noticed that they get a little shut off around your partner...it sucks because you'd really like them to get along! When you ask, your roommate assures you they have no problems with your partner, but you're not convinced. Being the peacekeeper and mediator that you are, you convince both of them to hang out with each other, have some drinks, and find some common ground.

You're out running some weekend errands and just killing some time while your roommate and your partner hang out back at your place. You don't plan on staying out all too late, just in case they aren't really getting along. You'd go back, help diffuse any tension, and simply call this a failed experiment, right?

It's about sundown when you pull in to the driveway, gather your things, and walk up to the front door. Locked...odd... You unlock the door and step in. "Hello..?" You call out both of their names. You hear a sudden clatter down the hall accompanied by some strange noises. You set down your things and go to investigate, only to be left paralyzed with shock as you look into your roommate's bedroom.

Your roommate, pinned to the floor on all fours by a massive, writhing gut, gulps loudly and pushes a pair of hands into their mouth and down their throat. The bulge travels down their body and disappears into their belly, which is taut and vaguely human shaped. Panting, they look up at you, eyes wide and clearly not expecting to see you standing in the doorway.

"...hey...I-" they say nervously, just in time for you to pass out.

You slowly come to, a heavy weight moving on your torso and sounds of muffled whimpering mixed with disgusting squelching noises. You open your eyes and see your roommate sitting on top of you. Their fleshy mound of a belly squirms on top of you.

"Shh, shh...it's okay~" they tell you, noticing the instant panic on your face. "Everything is perfect now. It's just you and me~"

You struggle beneath them, pushing on their gut to try to get away, only to be met with yelps from inside. There's no way...

"I know... I have some explaining to do. But can't we just enjoy this moment? There's no more third wheel to get between us~" Your roommate belches, causing a vibrating rumble through their body and yours. "Well, not for long anyways. Once I digest them~"

It's all dawning on you. Your roommate ate your partner... "H-How...why..?" You barely manage to say in a strained voice.

"Oh come on, you were never going to have anything special with them. Not like you have with me. They'd end up breaking your heart or something, so I just wanted to save you that pain! Now you don't have to worry and we can be like we used to before they came along." They lean forward, squashing you and your poor, helpless partner even more. "And I know how much you love extra cushion. Just imagine how much pudgier I'll be when my body is done with them~ I'd let you admire and touch it all you want, you know. You deserve it."

A deep, gut-wrenching gurgle comes from the depths of their stomach, and you feel the last, weakened struggles of your partner.

"Whoops...guess they couldn't hold out anymore. Skinny little thing..." They roll their eyes. "They really didn't deserve you. They weren't nearly good enough for someone as amazing as you~ Now, could you do me a favor and rub my belly? The sooner I churn them, the sooner I can start getting fatter for you~"

[weebsinstash]

y'all gettin fancy with all this y/n story stuff. personally i'd just be happy to have miguel chase me down through some seedy city alleys, corner me in an abandoned building, rough me up a little, and finally pin me down and bite the back of my neck to keep me still while he's Busy. ya know, standard stuff

But like, as much as I need to practice cranking out more fics that just kind of jump into it, I also like DETAILS. I like my drama to have some MEAT on its bones.

Is he chasing you like, the day you meet? Is it an ON SIGHT kind of attraction? Is he yandere or just a possessive boyfriend? Has he known you for some time and you've finally got him all figured out and are scared of him and trying to get away? Has he been stalking you for a while and you have no idea who he is? Are you a Spider? Are you even aware of him or is he haunting you like a ghost? How crazy is this man? Does he just want sex or does he want a wife? Or are you just a pretty thing with a nice scent and like he's basically got weird side effects of his nanomachine whatevers that make him go into heat or that's Just A Spider Thing or it's ABO, who really gives a fuck idk.

But like goddamn is the, choreography? For the chase scenes and swinging through the cities so fucking good in this film, it really is an art watching how frantic things can get when you've got people who are like agile with super strength and also crazy flexibility, invulnerability, etc all running around and like, parkouring off of buildings and swinging by cars and defying gravity like some Naruto Chakra control shit like. It really does open up some real pred/prey opportunities, whether you're a Spider or an unlucky civilian

But ughhhhh 😩❤️ the helplessness of being completely paralyzed, maybe only able to talk or make grunts while he explores your body and you're helpless to stop him. Having to watch as he peels off your clothes, exposing your bare flesh to him for the first time. Anything he wants to see, anywhere he wants to touch, anything he wants to do, nothing is stopping him, and he's probably gleefully purring to you as such, either to try and be sexy as a devoted "partner" or to intimidate and scare you into being a good little hole for him and not resist. Would he enjoy a little bit of a struggle because it unlocks a dominance in him, or would it pain him because he loves you and obviously you're just a little confused but 'hes gotta do what hes gotta do' 🥺

I dunno why but I was just hit with the inspiration of "youre coworkers or whatever and Miguel designs you a suit with like nanotechnology and bullshit like his own and obviously this means he can hack the 'removal/bathroom compartment' feature to just expose you and fuck you whenever he wants". I'm picturing he's literally got you up on a skyscraper or like a construction crane or you're in some crazy place and suddenly he's pinning you down and opening your suit to shove his fingers or tongue or whatever he pleases in between your legs and like, there's not exactly a risk of falling but you're flustered by like, the time and place and URGENCY of how bad he seems to need it, and especially if it's up on a building in the city you're squirming and whimpering to him that he has no idea if anyone can actually see you two or not, but he almost doesn't even care, too preoccupied (obsessed?) with taking you right then and there. Spiderwoman, more like HIS woman, Spiderman, more like, spied on by this man, Miguel, more like..... get me pregnant 😩❤️

[onmyyan]

Okay okay okay I have to know because- well…. because 😔👉👈. Which one of your ocs would be into pred/prey stuff? The degrees it could go to is near limitless. It could be a cute little game of find darling in complete darkness while they try not hold their breath or keep from laughing all the way to the woods or an abandoned building and the yandere being like “okay, I’m gonna give you five minutes then I’m gonna get your ass” both literally and metaphorically

I’m sticking by my Manny hc and I 100% believe he’s gonna put on a whole mask and slasher-esque outfit and cackle maniacally- maybe getting a little too into the role. Marcos probably would enjoy making it a little more horror too and like, drag you out from under a bed or something

To be fair I’m sure all of them wouldn’t mind spooking their darling a little bit, makes the whole thing more exciting

Like hide n seek but nsfw lmao

Fren this is tew good of a thought

Manny makes it a regular degular thing for y'all to go out in the woods (he'd make sure the area was as safe for you as possible prepping everything days before hand once you agree) he already has the ghostface costume all he needs is his bunny running from him to make it all picture perfect

Gabe is another no brainer, he's already the most animalistic of his brothers so it's not hard for him to fall into the roll of the big bad predator hunting it's prey with a too wide grin on his face, he likes this shit way too much, 10/10 chance y'all fuck like rabbits right there in the dirt once he tackles you, I'm talkin' his teeth are bared, his pupils blown out so wide his eyes look black, glinting darkly above you, he'd lean down with a groan, nosing along your throat, he'd inhale deeply as he completely covers your body with his own, wanting no space between you, "Caught ya.." would be your only warning before getting flipped on your tummy.

Now hear me out here, I think the one who'd get the biggest kick outta it would also be the least expected to enjoy it, the man absolutely hates dirt, but something about the idea convinces him to try, Ricky is always so so so composed and laid back, forced to reign in his rowdy brothers like children every day at the shop, he's a ball of frustration and nerves, all he needs is to let off some steam, and what better way than stalking and hunting you through the dark, he has this big wild smile on his face, his hair falling around him in beautiful red waves as he huffed, straining his ears for any sign of you, his heart would be pounding as fast as yours but for completely different reasons, his hands are clenching around nothing, body trembling in raw excitement, for the chase, the hunt, all the things he was going to do to you once he caught you.

He hadn't felt this unencumbered by his life and it's many stresses in a while, this would need to happen more often, this would be his final rational thought before giving into the temptation of losing control.

[supernormalblogname]

bad news op, probably dont use the term yandere as its ableist towards people with bpd (i have bpd im allowed to speak on this) and is also romanticizing abusive behavior like manipulation and stalking. this is coming from someone who also really likes possessive preds but just wanted to let you know

oh jeez, yeah i thought i remembered after posting that ask that the term had some bad context surrounding it- i wont use it again 👍

[dark-side-blog3]

THERE WAS A SNEAKY UPDATE WITH EDEN AND NOW HE HAS A PRED/PREY SCENE <33333

THIS MAN.... FUCK, DUDE, THIS MAN...! I love Eden he's my favourite little creep canon yandere canon degenerate I love him so much <333333

I got the scene during a rainy summer day, but I'm pretty sure you can get it whenever if the dominance and love is high enough? Don't qoute me on that cuz idk what triggers the event but I am LOVING it

[nomstellations]

For the ask game: 💗🍭💔 (if that's how this works)

💗 - the most favourite trope that's a really hard one to nail down since my fav trope changes so often! i think right now it's a tie between stuffing + vore and a pred carrying their prey with them throughout the day

🍭 - taste i love making the prey taste different! yeah it's unrealistic, but it's MY vore and i get the choose if the prey tastes like a cherry pie or not. it's gotta be boring if preds just ate people and they tasted like salt and sweat all the time, no?

💔 - the least favourite trope easily anything overtly fatal like say, betrayal where the pred mocks the prey for trusting in them and them delighting in their suffering. also not a fan of possessiveness to the point where it's a yandere-esque "i'm keeping you with me forever/if i cant have you, nobody will" that strips the prey of their agency, humanity, and life. its not for me !!!

[saintshigaraki]

yuuta + maki pred/prey……. Your brain is SO wrinkly /pos i’m gonna be thinking abt that for a while now

im stealing this completely from cielo @rush-the-stars but the thing about maki and yuuta is that they feed into and actively encourage each others worst (yandere) tendencies. they'd be a nightmare for their darling and predator/prey with them....so terrifying for you. so hopeless :/ you know it's only a matter of time before they get their hands on you.