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strawberrystepmom · 8 months

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cw omegaverse, cw yandere, cw predator prey dynamics. f!omega reader, alpha!geto. wc 698

pt. 2

“Fuck,” you mutter to no one in particular while inspecting the ingredients label of a jar of sesame paste to try and hide the flush that you know is painting your cheeks and the bridge of your nose crimson.

It has been a long time since you’ve felt like this and your hand shakes as you barely hold onto the jar enough to slide it onto the shelf in front of you.

You don’t even need sesame paste, you just need a distraction. Something to keep you from focusing on the twist of your stomach and the sweat prickling across your hairline and the back of your neck.

Today was clearly not the day to forego your heat suppressant, limbs feeling simultaneously light as air and heavy as lead as you drag your feet down the aisle with a basket dangling from the crook of your elbow. Your head hurts, your senses are dulled, but you don’t miss the clearing of a throat behind you nor the way it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Excuse me?”

The voice is rich as the cake you allowed yourself to indulge in on your last birthday and it wraps around you like a velvet ribbon. As if you cannot control yourself, you turn your head and gasp looking at the man who is beckoning you in a way that makes you feel completely out of body.

He’s tall, his raven hair spills across his shoulders, and his broad chest blocks out the sight of anyone on either side of him. Swallowing but your throat feels more dry after doing so somehow, your pulse speeds up as realization dawns.

Alpha. This man, Suguru Geto, is an alpha.

“I’m sorry, I know this is a strange thing to ask, but are you…” he trails off, indicating you should know what he’s asking, but your blank stare tells him otherwise. Your eyes are narrowed but suspiciously glossy and he knows, instinctively, the answer is yes.

You are an omega standing in the middle of a busy grocery store filling the entire place with the aroma of bergamot and vanilla. Unbonded, he can tell as his dark eyes dip downward and check out the contents of your small basket - all for one, he can tell. No ring. No visible mating mark.

Brave or stupid, he can’t tell which.

Your scent is overwhelmingly sensual to the man, his mouth filling with saliva if he dares inhale too deeply, and he can feel his natural urges overtaking any sense he has left in your presence.

“Forgot my suppressants for a couple of days,” you clarify with an embarrassed whisper, eyes still narrowed despite the pull you feel to go to him - to give to him - and you take a step backward to put distance between your bodies, giving yourself a victory in the battle of wills.

“Better be careful being out here then, you’re bound to catch a lot of attention.”

His voice is just as velvety despite the low note of warning in it and if you were less controlled by your base urges in this moment, you’d bare your teeth in an overly polite smile and walk away. Right now, though, you are frozen in place and your eyes meet his. They are molten bronze framed by the darkest lashes you’ve ever seen and you’ve never felt as pinned as you do right now, beneath his gaze.

Like a frightened rabbit, you become skittish. Two further steps backward put even more space behind you and you turn on your heel, eyes wide as you look over your shoulder to have the last word.

“Thank you for your concern but I’ll be fine.”

He nods politely and plasters on a serene smile, inhaling just deep enough that his pupils dilate after another overwhelming rush of you inside his head.

“Take care,” he raises his voice to speak back and you shiver, stomach twisting even more as you fumble your way toward the checkout and force yourself to keep looking forward to prevent running back in his direction.

You’ll be back in a day or two, Suguru assumes, and his alpha instincts rarely fail when it comes to getting what he wants and he’s more than content to wait.

#cw omegaverse #cw yandere #cw predator prey #kendall writes #suguru geto x reader #geto x reader

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momodita · 4 months

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snapshots. [—millions knives]

TAGS / WARNINGS: trigun stampede verse, no crash au, gender neutral reader, possessive behavior, plant mating cycles (implied aphrodisiac effect), jealousy, implied predator/prey WC: 1,000 NOTE: buff knives save me. save me buff knives.

✗ MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS DNI.

“What do you think of Vash.”

Knives doesn’t ask questions—he makes demands. You’ve barely set the tray with his supper down before he speaks. This side of the ship is out of range of the hull’s lights. He’s facing away from the window, but even his reflection seems to stare. The air is noticeably sweet—almost unbearably so. Like honey.

“Good evening to you, too.” The tease comes first, reflexively. His nose wrinkles, expression testy. He’s confined himself to the ship’s residential sector all day: no wonder he’s extra irritable, you didn’t hear anyone else en route to his room.

“Answer me,” he commands.

You appraise him, pausing. His clothes are loose—as casual as he’ll allow himself. He looks no less ruffled than normal, but his body is poised: the eerily motionless outline of him stark against the midnight stretch of glass.

“We’re friends? I'm sure he would say the same.” You pull words with careful truth. Since childhood, Knives has stuck to Vash like glue. Rarely are they seen apart, except the occasions they fight and when duty pulls them to different sectors.

Vash is companionable and easy to approach; the same cannot be said for his brother. Yet over the years you’ve come to consider Knives somewhat of a close friend as well.

You tell him this—cheerful despite his mood—but he merely stares, expression pinched; unsatisfied. The honeyed air is so thick, you can almost feel the crawl of it in your lungs.

“You’re hiding something,” he insists, agitated. “That’s not all, is it?” He’s losing patience. You’ve no idea what inspired these questions, what he hopes to gain from asking them. Is he perhaps envious of his brother’s wide network of friends? In no lifetime would he care for tips on getting along with people. That’s how he's always been—a far cry from his personable, people-loving brother, but no less intelligent.

Head tilting, your confusion is obvious. “…What’s with the interrogation?” If you’d known he was in the mood to scrutinize, you wouldn’t’ve volunteered to bring his dinner.

“Answer me.” He steps forward, closing the short distance between you. Instinct tells you to flee, but it’s just Knives. He’s just Knives. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. How he dotes on you.”

Vash dotes on everyone. He supplies you snacks during long shifts, he cracks jokes that make you laugh, he listens to your worries, he keeps you company in the wee hours—but he does that with everyone. He’s let you nap in his room a couple times, but it’s closer than yours and you’ve been found dozing off in the kitchens. A bed is better than the floor.

“Knives, are you alright?” He’s got all the movement and concentration of a hunting animal. The kind you’ve seen from archived media. You take an instinctive step back.

He descends upon you like a wall. The years have been kind to his height and build: he closes the distance between you in just three strides. Fear blooms, unbidden and merciless—you think he’s going to hit you. But there’s a bruising pressure around your arm, his grapple like iron as his heaving chest presses against you—into you—forcing a hasty retreat until your heel knocks the door.

The movement pushes air from your lungs, and you realize late—much too late, far too late considering who you’re dealing with—that he is the reason for this sweet aroma. It fills your nose as he aligns your bodies together, all but squishing you into the cold steel.

“Stay,” he hisses. A wide, hot palm pressing into your hip. “Tell me what you think of my brother.” The hairs on your nape stand straight as he speaks against your temple. “All of it.”

(The other crew members had seemed apprehensive. One suggested to wait for Vash so he could do it. But it’d gotten too late. There was no guarantee he’d come back. They’d been apprehensive, but maybe… maybe not for the reason you initially thought.)

“You’re not for him,” he’s saying, sounding almost delirious. “You’ll never be for him.”

“I’m not for anyone!” Alarmed by his strength—his unwillingness to release you, struggling is an easy choice. “Knives, let’s think rationally—”

“I am thinking rationally.” He looses a rough, clipped breath. Nerves splinter a fierce trail down your spine when his face presses into the length of your throat.

“You’re not.” It’s useless to admonish him in this state: he listens to nothing. Not logic, not facts, not even Rem. “Knives, let me—let me get Vash. I’ll get Vash and we can—”

The teeth are a surprise. They scrape up your throat—a ragged breath flickers down your esophagus, fingers jumping up to fist into the material of his shirt. The heat of his body is unrelenting. The saccharine smell is so violently potent. It makes your knees oddly weak.

“You’re mine.”

…What?

You nearly go limp against him—the shock saps you of any fight. He’s acted this way a handful of times before. The memories are finally resurfacing: being easily aggravated, making impossible childish demands. It happens infrequently, but on a schedule. And this syrupy fragrance… you’ve experienced it before in a diluted form: years ago, when Vash had been red-faced and forced to tell you about certain cycles—

“Knives, this smell isn’t—don’t tell me you’re—”

“You came to me willingly,” Knives breathes, rough and low. His markings begin pulsing with light. His mouth is hot and wet as it moves over your rabbiting pulse. Hungry. “You knew.”

Oh. Oh no.

“I came to deliver your food,” you protest, muffled into his chest as his arms tighten, squeezing you against him. He looses something like a growl into the dip of your shoulder, rubbing his face there. “Knives,” you plead.

Distant thundering footsteps approach. His eager fangs are sharp—they threaten to break skin. And you, for all your struggle, cannot muster the coherence to protest.

#millons knives x reader #knives x reader #reader insert #trigun x reader #trigun fic #momodita fic #gender neutral reader #cw possessive behavior #cw predator prey #snapshot fic

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tired-biscuit · 15 days

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cw: predator/prey dynamic

childhood friend kiba, who befriends you because you always indulge him by letting him chase you around the playground.

it’s just a simple game of tag, but it’s also thrilling — the whole ‘catch me if you can’ concept behind it. kind of endearing, too. he chases you, catches you, and then he hangs out with you throughout the rest of the day at school with the biggest grin on his face because he’d achieved victory yet again.

but then you grow older, as one does, becoming young shinobi and all that, and he gets slightly more… aggressive with it. still nothing too out of the ordinary, it’s just that instead of pressing his hand against your shoulder or back, he likes to tackle you onto the dusty surface of the training grounds now, and tends to pin you into stillness with the help of his weight that he rests atop your own.

it continues like this for quite a while, even after you’ve risen rank after rank together and have both matured into adults. whenever you start turning doubtful about the entire thing, he just tells you that it’s great practice for honing his already keen sense of smell; that it helps him become an even better tracker. he needs to be at the top of his game when it comes to hunting someone down, after all.

so it’s no wonder that you’re not all that surprised — at least not truly — when there’s a hasty knock on your door one late night, and you find him standing there, smiling down at you rather wolfishly and with a particularly feral look in his eyes.

he’d somehow managed to slip out of his clan’s compound even if the gate had been sealed shut for the time being because of how most of their male members are left to suffer through their annual ruts.

and now that he’s here, blood hot as liquid fire and throat absolutely burning with want, he’s asking you if you want to play again, you know, for old time’s sake.

only this time, he wants to do it in woods. and you’re pretty sure that he also wants to do more than just catching you and tackling you to the ground.

#cw predator/prey

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thotsoflore · 4 months

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Hey, you wanna go hunting? Don't worry you don't need a rifle or anything. I've got that covered.

I know a fantastic spot in the woods. Sound can travel for miles without anybody hearing anything. It's absolutely perfect.

We're almost there, mind handing me that knife? Thanks.

What are we hunting? About that...

You should probably start running

#nsft #predator prey #knife kink #dark #cw: implied violence

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venusandsaturnsrings · 2 years

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★彡 on the hunt!

synopsis: the fox was always born to hunt the lamb. to consume it beyond the bone; picked clean. you had thought this was only true in the wild but now? below the fangs above you and dripping with need? perhaps this was true for hybrids as well.

contains: fem/afab reader, chubby reader, foxboy childe, lambgirl reader, fearplay, predator-prey dynamic, slight dubcon?

Morepesok was deceiving. the seaside town always felt small to you despite the vastness it truly held. the sea was long and wide, the forests were deeper than you could ever reach on your own, and the people were lower than those anywhere else. as a child being presented storybooks, you were always spoonfed the food chain. the biggest fish eats the most; you are far from that large. while young you were often frightened at the prospect that perhaps the wolf hybrids native to Snezhnaya would eat you up but your parents always settled those fears between giggles. you'd never be eaten alive like that, silly! while vicious, the wolves and foxes and bears roaming the nation wouldn't eat you up as they were still half human after all. cannibalism was still frowned upon.

you grew up to redden upon any mention of such childish worries you used to hold. for you that particular childhood fear was the most embarrassing. all children were afraid of the dark but you were also afraid of being eaten! how mortifying. nonetheless, such things were of the past.

the winters were the worst in Morepesok. combining such naturally low temperatures with the ocean air had people freezing to death often around the city; especially overnight. your parents had always taught you to never stay out past dusk in the winters lest you become a lamb flavoured popsicle. the thought never appealed to you. staying inside wasn't hard at all, it was desirable, with the wood fireplace located in your small cabin. to be warm was considered a gift from the Tsaritsa in Snezhnaya. it was her kindness that allowed you to live another day, not your own hard work. small prayers were often shared around fires but you never partook. it had always felt insulting to thank another for what you did. regardless, warmth was what you treasured the most, so how did you find yourself out in the cold darkness?

trees stood taller than any building you had ever seen. with branches slender and long like talons on the arms of a beast, you felt unsettled. foraging was always your strong suit and as such you spent much of your time collecting the edible plants and shrubbery that many could not find on their own. it fulfilled your diet and you were able to share and sell what you couldn't use yourself; you could eat and make money this way. despite the extensive maps you made to farm and gather such things you found yourself lost for the first time ever. the landscape was the same everywhere you looked and none of the landmarks you typically used to find your way home were visible. anxiety climbed and clawed at your throat as you ran as quietly as you could. getting somewhere, no matter where it is, thats safe and warm was a must. you would die out here otherwise. panicking would not help you and yet the silent tears kept forming. you can't die here. small and distant yips and barks from the roaming wildlife were all your ears could focus on. to run into actual wolves would be a death sentence; especially rifthounds. there were countless things that could take your life and you didn't want to succumb to any of them. but the forest never got clearer. no paths stuck out no matter how hard or far you looked; you felt hopeless.

perhaps your fluffy ears were your downfall, you thought. the weight that slammed into your side and had you hitting the ground felt as though it knocked the lungs out of your body. you hadn't been listening close enough, apparently, and now the mass on top of you would eat you. what a cruel death for the small child still crying in a sliver of your mind. your eyes squeezed shut and your limbs fell limp.

"oh? little lamb, i know you're alive," a voice teased. "perhaps you'd fool an animal but not me. c'mon now. stand up with me." you peeked up just barely. above you was a fanged boy. one with tall ginger ears and the widest grin you'd ever seen. a fox hybrid, presumably. "there 'ya go! see, i'm no monster. well..." he paused pretending to think, "not one that'll hurt you at least!" such a morbid statement said so gleefully didn't seem like a good sign. he wiggled the fingers on his outstretched hand to urge you to grab it and let him pull you up. so you did. "what a good girl you are... see, you're alright at running so how about we play a game?"

"a game? we'll die out here." your introjection seemed to surprise him if his facial expressions told you anything.

"oh no, i'll make sure we don't," he nodded with a bright smile that wasn't comforting in any capacity. "besides, you don't have much of a choice. so let me explain how this will work." he swiveled your body to face the way he wanted you to before pointing straight. "that way, is my home. once there, you'll be warm and safe just like anyone out here would want," that seemed good, "but in order to get there you'll have to run! from me, that is. sound fun?" you wanted to yell at him about how much that didn't sound fun but before you could his grip tightened on your shoulders. "sounds fun, right?" he reiterated.

"sure. sounds fun." you confirmed through gritted teeth and the tears welling up once more.

"good! i'll give you a headstart of say... forty-five seconds? alright. one. two." after the first seconds passed your brain kicked into gear at the realization that you should be running now, not listening.

the snow crunched under your feet with every long stride. it was now that distance was more important than silence. you couldn't hear even a mouse of wildlife with that fox around. it was like he acted as some sort of repellant; he probably does. the terrain you were pointed to had a slight slope upwards and was riddled with rocks, branches, and brush. you were far from graceful as you desperately pushed yourself through the dense forest to whatever 'home' he has. whatever this game was, you didn't want to be caught. he seemed dangerous and perhaps, in some regards, unfeeling through the brief interaction. he wasn't nearly as kind as he seemed to think he portrayed himself as. the fox was much like this wilderness; unhinged. that frightened you enough to focus more on running and less on internally monologuing.

distantly, you heard, "twenty-nine. thirty. thirty-one." it almost sounded like he was singing the numbers. despite the scarf covering most of your face the thin branches from tall bushes whipped painfully at your face and ears. gritting your teeth you could only keep running. you'd have to soothe the pain and bandage the scratches and scrapes later. the time you had here was very limited.

"forty-five! keep running, little lamb!" the fox cheered in the distance. your heart was beating a million miles and hour knowing he was coming for you now. you knew he was faster and quieter than you based on how he initially 'approached' you. any amount of space between the two of you mattered now.

to make up for what you lacked in speed and silence, you maneuvered through and under spaces that made you hunch and would leave the fox nearly bent in half. he'd have to go around such spots instead of under the way you could. it gave you mild peace of mind to know you had at least something over him. though the thick trees, any sort of light beamed through as if it came from the heavens so the sight of glowing lanterns around a cabin had you nearly crying out of joy. the house was in a small clearing with fire wood piled up along the side and smoke gently dancing from the top of the chimney. with half a mind, you burst into the clearing and almost collapsed with all of your weight onto the front stairs of the home. you panted and heaved with a strength that nearly had you throwing up from the intensity of everything that just happened. the tears you released had frozen onto your face and your whole form trembled viciously. for something that was framed so happily, you were terrified of that fox. as you caught your breathe, your mind wandered back to the words of your parents as a child. these scary hybrids wouldn't eat you. this probably was his form of fun and you misconstrued this situation as something terrible and malicious. you nearly felt guilty for how you perceived the situation and perhaps you would've apologized if a rough hand didn't yank you up from the porch and spin you around till you felt dizzy.

"good job, little one! but," he paused with faux pity decorating his annoyingly pretty features, "you got off track. no wonder you got lost with such poor directional skills! this," he pointed to the cozy house, "isn't my home." the fox pointed slightly to the left and through another bunch of trees where you could just barely see another soft glow. "mines that way, sweetpea. good try, though!" his cheering and praise seemed genuine but the hungry look behind his eyes betrayed the innocent gestures. "come now, i'll take you over to my actual house. you can get warmed up and give me my prize, yeah?" he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of rice without waiting for a response and turned to walk away. you could do nothing but let him hold you and watch what you thought to be his house grow further away. perhaps you were exhausted but it seemed as though the houses owner, a tall... thing made of metal armour, peeked through a curtain to watch you go. you pressed your face into the slightly warmer back of the fox carrying you in effort to return feeling to your nose and lips. he huffed out a chuckle. soon enough, you felt him rising with the sound of his heavy boots hitting wood. a small series of jingles and rattles signified him opening the five locks adorning his door before he brought you in with him. continuing further into the house, after relocking the five locks plus the additional two one-way locks on the inside, he placed you down surprisingly gently onto the bathroom countertop.

"i'd clean you up but," his eyes scanned your deshevilved form up and down, "i think i'm only going to make it worse." where his eyes once grazed his hands now followed. long fingers pushed and pulled at the thick clothing you wore to combat the cold. as he unzipped and unbuttoned everything that covered you he leaned in to lick the shell of your ear and whisper, "i don't believe i said it but my names Ajax, lovely. use it." your mouth felt dry.

gradually you were stripped nearly bare with only your bra and panties protecting your form. the fox, Ajax, leaned back to admire his work. an appreciative hum left his throat. he had always had an affinity for the soft and plush female form. thick thighs, a tummy, soft breasts, and a plush ass... he loved every inch of such a holdable body. something he can seek comfort in, something he finds desirable. there were primal urges that labeled you as 'breedable' and 'a wife' in his mind that he couldn't find himself able to restrain. you were to be filled and wed; by and to him, of course. large and calloused hands explored every inch of your body as his hot and wet mouth trailed a path from soft kisses placed on your twitchy ears to your exposed neck. the act of submission had him throbbing. you were already barring your neck to him? well, he just had to have you now. his hands grabbed your own and tugged them to start undressing his coat and pants. you whimpered yet obediently followed his wordless request. his clothes were quickly shed while he began rubbing his fingers along your already slick cunt. the fingers on his left hand curled just slightly so the backs of his second knuckle could pinch and rub at your clit slowly. he reveled in the small whimpers and whines you let out at the touches. Ajax could only find it within himself to pull his boxers down just enough to release his cock before he started desperately pumping it in his fist with sharp grunts. he brought his face down to your pussy before lathering it with long licks and sucks as his ring finger finally slipped into you. massaging your insides softly and sucking your clit harshly, he certainly could have gotten you off this way if he wanted but it seemed as though he wasn't interested in that. he rose to his full height once again, panting and continuing to fist his cock as he leaned over you. for a fox, he certainly had a wolfish smile.

"gonna let me fuck it into 'ya now? promise it'll fill 'ya s'good... you'll be s'full, little lamb," he panted in desperation, "promise i'll get ya pumped full of my seed, kay? gonna breed 'ya full..." his drunken slurs had you keening for more. somehow you went from terrified and reluctant to a willing vessel for his kits in less than an hour. Ajax purred at your nods and whines to be filled. slowly, he began to inch himself into you.

when his cockhead pressed into your pussy you realized how big he truly was. his cock seemed massive in comparison to your sweet little hole. the sight only had you spreading your legs further in desperation. you needed to be stuffed and bred full. with a soft 'pop' the swollen tip slid into your cunt fully. the sensation had you whining desperately only for the fox to coo softly and console you with soft promises of putting the rest in. Ajax gently pushed until his hips met your own and he was fully sheathed inside of you. you could already feel the knot forming at his base and squishing against the entrance to your cunt. his arms shook and tensed with the constraint he displayed while slowly testing out a couple thrusts before settling into a steady but firm pace. loud slaps echoed around the tiled room as he fucked you. he wasn't going super fast by any means but his cock connected to all the most sensitive parts inside you so hard it had you gasping and mewling at the touches. his right hand shifted to hold your left leg up while the left resumed its place over your clit. Ajax had you crying with how good he truly and earnestly fucked you. your mind couldn't focus on more than the fat cock bullying your gooey cunt so good.

"'jax... s'good please don' stop... g'na cream on it please keep goin," you sobbed softly. he cooed and kissed along your collarbones and soft breasts gently. to stop would only be punishing the both of you. and so, the pace of the hand dancing against your clit sped up while his hips began to stutter just slightly before you felt a distinct warmth flood your insides and a firm pressure following. you yelped slightly at the large and unbefore felt intrusion before the pleasure washed over and your eyes rolled back.

"breedin' ya', pretty. fillin' my lamb up. gonna get you full of m'kits, kay? take it, dolly." drool dripped down your chin as the fox ground his hips where they were locked to yours by his knot. the vibration of his purrs seeped into you as he lapped and kissed at your neck. "such a good girl f'me..." and other absent minded hums left him in the afterglow.

well, he surely didn't eat you this time but perhaps he'd get between your legs properly next time.

#cw: dubcon #cw: fearplay #cw: breeding #cw: knotting #cw: predator-prey #foxboy childe #chubby reader #lambgirl reader #female reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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wrathofrats · 1 month

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Ohhhh aether blood drunk with carnage dripping down his chin while he holds down Swiss. Swiss unable to escape him even if he wanted to, holding his mouth open for the blood and saliva that drips from aethers skin. Doesn’t even have to use quintessence to get him to stay still like he usually does, just the threat of sharp blood covered teeth enough to tranquillize him.

#thinking about aether as usual #it’s an aether day I fear #which means I have to be unbelievably strange #cw blood #predator/prey

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gothghostiie · 4 months

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ooooooo drabbles you say??? I can give you some!!!

what do you think about Naga!Wesker?

mmm yes.

cw: primal(predator/prey), dubcon

Naga!Wesker has the prettiest scales, hes big and pretty long, pitch black with a red belly. his fangs are long but thin. he still wears his silly little sungalsses, gloves and coat but nothing else underneath.

and you just KNOW he loves playing with his prey. he's casually chasing after you while you run as fast as you can, not wanting to be is little victim:((

but hes so fast and you're always almost in his grasp, your smell always motivating him to keep close, so do your scared little looks over your shoulder:(

and of course the inevitable happens, you get exhausted and slow down - the second you do you can feel his tail wrap around your torso, squeezing you gently while he towers over you, tongue grazing your cheek and he just smiles, showing off his fangs to scare you:((

#gothghostiie #ask ghostiie #albert wesker #resident evil #dead by daylight #dbd #wesker #albert wesker x reader #nsft #dubcon #cw dubcon #primal #primal play #predator #prey #naga #naga wesker #naga!wesker

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moss-sheep · 1 month

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I don't know where this came from but first post!! yay :]

(total time: 1 hr 38 mins)

#tw blood #cw blood #blood #cw gore #gore #tw gore #digital art #digital painting #art #predator and prey #something something victim uprising #revenge #vengeance #first post #injury #cw injury #tw injury

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strawberrystepmom · 8 months

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cw omegaverse, cw yandere, cw predator prey dynamics. f!omega reader, alpha!geto. wc 1.2k

pt. 1

Just as predicted, you return to the grocery store two days later and he can smell you before you even enter the sliding doors.

Geto watches from the produce section as you reach for a basket, each movement sluggish. The basket dangles from your elbow just as it did so few days ago, the hunch in your shoulders indicates how bad you’re feeling, but he is almost taken aback when he looks at your face.

Your eyes are sunken and glossy, you glisten with sweat from your hairline to your upper lip, and your breath leaves your pretty little mouth in puffs he can almost visualize.

The suppressants aren’t working the way you need them to because you missed doses. He’s shocked that you weren’t aware of that before missing any or if you were, how senseless you must have been to forget.

The same awareness you felt two days ago makes a shiver claw its way down your spine and you shake with the force of it. You’re constantly vacillating between too hot and freezing cold, your stomach has been tied in knots for days and your cunt contracts almost painfully while you shuffle in the direction of a stack of apples atop a crate.

“Hey,” you hear clear as day again and immediately you clench so hard that you whine aloud. Suguru rushes to your side and places a hand on your shoulder. You want to shrug him off, violently enough that everyone will turn and stare, but the weight of his hand has the immediate effect of making you slump further forward. Relief, visible.

His concerned face enters your vision and you sigh, gut twisting into knots yet again. It’s overwhelming to be in the presence of an alpha and you sniff, eyes fluttering closed as the warm sandalwood scent he’s emitting fills your senses.

You could get lost in him, in this. Maybe your therapist was right to tell you to quit putting off the inevitable and to put your suppressants away. Maybe you could settle down, ready to wear a mark on the juncture between your shoulder and neck.

You whine again at the thought.

“Are you alright?”

Without further thought, you shake your head and your lower lip juts out.

“Come on, can I take you home?” He offers and you nod, your eyes beginning to water while he coos at you reassuringly and pulls you into his side. “Let me get you home before another alpha finds you in this condition.”

He’s so kind, you think while leaning into his side with your own rapidly weakening body.

An alpha on your local route just waiting to take your hand and lead you home - it almost sounds like the fairytales you used to read.

This is really happening though and you weakly mumble the name of your apartment complex and he hums, typing the name into his phone to map the directions. Four blocks west, he leads the way, smiling at anyone who looks at the two of you.

“What’s your apartment number?”

“You can leave me at the door, I know how to get home.” You mumble, feeling lightheaded as his scent begins to come in stronger the closer the two of you come to your home.

Everything smells like you and he swallows thickly.

“No, no. That’s not safe and I won’t allow it.”

His concern for your well-being is disarming you and you mutter the three numbers that hold your space and hopefully the relief to quell this inward burning once you take a suppressant.

“319,” he repeats to himself as he leads you into the elevator and up to the third floor. You pat your pockets for your keys and drag them out, Geto quickly sticking his finger in your key ring and claiming them for himself.

“You’re so shaky I’m afraid you won’t be able to do it on your own.”

It’s scary how easily this is affecting your judgment but it’s better at the side of someone kindly getting you home than being hounded by some entitled alpha asshole on the street while you’re by yourself.

The two of you stop in front of your doorway and he unlocks and opens the door in a swift motion, nearly groaning as he is hit full force with your scent.

The apartment is cozy and small. The walls are bare save for a few photos of yourself and two women who look similar to you. Sisters, he’s assuming. He notices your framed degree, some homemade art, a few other odds and ends but he doesn’t notice a single photo indicating you’re spoken for.

This makes him groan before he can bother to suppress it and he muffles it the best he can by buying his face in his shoulder as he helps you onto the couch.

“How long has it been since your last heat?”

The elephant in the room is no longer unavoidable and you haven’t been forthcoming enough in conversation for him to discern anything. Sighing, you pull off your shoes and bring your knees to your chest and he wastes no time plopping down next to you. The couch dips with his weight and jostles you back against his side, his arm draping around as he lowers his neck enough to rub his shoulder over your torso.

His scent will keep other alphas away from you, he’ll explain if you ask. He isn’t surprised when you don’t though, shaking your head and tipping it back against the wall behind where you sit.

“My early twenties was the last time. Six years.”

He hums reassuringly, pulling you further into his side and leaching his scent onto your skin and not just the clothing on top of it. Your heart pounds in your chest yet somehow you feel settled just like this.

He looks down at you with a half smile and you return it despite the way another shiver wracks your body.

“I need to take my medicine,” you start and he chuckles, shaking his head. His dark hair flows down your arm and covers your body and you want to wrap yourself up in it, each strand scented heavily of him.

“Medicine isn’t gonna fix this,” he tuts. “You need to let this one happen naturally.”

Considering all the things you want to say in comparison to how you feel, this pit of need that burns like tar, you acquiesce.

“You’re right.”

His smile deepens and he presses the palm of his hand against your cheek before pinching the round of it between his thumb and index finger.

“I could help you,” he offers and you feel so hazy between his proximity and his dominance and his scent that you simply smile back.

“How?”

Chuckling, he cups your chin and tips your face in his direction. He looks over your lips, slicked with the abundance of saliva you keep swallowing, and your cheeks. Your chin, the tip of your nose, your long soft lashes.

“What do you need right now?”

He knows the answer but he wants to hear it from you. He has met dozens of omegas just like you - stubborn, denying their own needs and insisting they’re above what being an omega does to one’s body - but you’re the only one he has ever taken a special interest in. His other omega came too easily, he likes a bit of a challenge.

“I…” you stop for a moment, considering your words. You let what’s on your mind flow without anything additional.

“I need an alpha.”

Using the grip on your chin, he wags your face gently and grins.

“How fortunate one seems to have fallen in your lap then.”

#cw omegaverse #cw yandere #cw predator prey #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #kendall writes

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bk-179 · 2 months

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I am very tired so this is bad but. Gingerbrave with prey animal symbolism is very potent actually and we should use it more

#This is mainly about the witch/kitchen thingy #And I combined that “made to be eaten” thing with how in the og ovenbreak the witch specifically has it out for this child so like #It can be interpreted as predator-prey very literally AND later on thematically #Gingerbrave is a prey animal guys. He’d have that prey fear; the knowledge he was born to become carnage at the fangs of something infinite #More powerful than him #But uhhhh yeah. Sorry it’s bad I’m very sick and it’s almost midnight #art #my art #cookie run #crob #cookie run fanart #cookie run kingdom #crk #gingerbrave #Tw bright colors #cw eyestrain #tw eye strain #bright colors #eyestrain

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scuddish · 2 years

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AMBER MIDTHUNDER as NARU PREY 2022 | dir. Dan Trachtenberg

#hello to the new nation's girlfriend and also mine #literally naru is the best girl #prey 2022 #preyedit #*scuddish.gif #scuddishhalloween2022 #characters #NARU #amber midthunder #ambermidthunderedit #tw blood #cw blood #tw gun #cw gun #the most badass girl in cinema history like who the fuck takes on the predator and is just like okay that happened ???#favorites #mine #2022 favorites

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littlecrazymostlybug · 8 months

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A Chinese Mantis I captured last summer! If you want to see more pictures of her check out my profile!

#insects #macro photography #macrophotography #cool bugs #macro perfection #nature photography #entomology #cw bugs #tw bugs #chinese mantis #praying mantis #preying mantis #mantis #predator #wildlife photography #nature photopragpy #backyard photography

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zackloupart · 9 months

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“We can't go on together With suspicious minds And we can't build our dreams On suspicious minds"

"Suspicious Minds" by Elvis

Prints here

#furry #anthro #furry art #anthro art #safe fur work #predator prey #wolf #elk #cw blood

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venerablemonk27 · 1 year

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Here's a bird that took me completely by surprise. (Content warning for a predator eating/carrying prey. I've put the more graphic pics below the cut.) Last week I was working at my dining room table, waiting for a plumber to show up. I glanced out the window and saw this Cooper's Hawk land on the neighbor's roof.

[ID: A male Cooper's Hawk stands on the roof of a house. The Hawk is mostly bluish grey with orange and white stripes on the breast and legs. He has dark red eyes and a hooked yellow beak with a grey tip. He's standing at the edge of the roof, looking off to the left. There are grey and black feathers scattered about, but the roof is blocking his prey from view. The sky in the background is an overcast grey. End ID]

Of course, I immediately jumped up and grabbed my camera. Based on the smaller size and the bluish tint to the wings, I figure the Hawk was male. I noticed right away that he was bending down to pick apart and eat something. I couldn't tell what he was eating, but I could see lots of black and grey feathers scattered about.

[ID: A male Cooper's Hawk stands on the roof of a house. The Hawk is mostly bluish grey with orange and white stripes on the breast and legs. He has dark red eyes and a hooked yellow beak with a grey tip. He's standing at the edge of the roof, looking down at his prey and lifting one yellow foot with sharp, black talons. There are grey and black feathers scattered about, but the roof is blocking his prey from view. The sky in the background is an overcast grey. End ID]

He stuck around for several minutes, which gave me some time to find a good position and adjust my settings to compensate for the overcast skies. (Picture me standing on a dining room chair, slightly crouched to line lens up with the top edge of the window.)

[ID: A male Cooper's Hawk stands on the roof of a house. The Hawk is mostly bluish grey with orange and white stripes on the breast and legs. He has dark red eyes and a hooked yellow beak with a grey tip. He's standing at the edge of the roof, looking down over the edge of the roof. There are grey and black feathers scattered about, but the roof is blocking his prey from view. The sky in the background is an overcast grey. End ID]

Just as I was taking another burst, the Hawk did a little hop to get a better grip on his meal. Go ahead and scroll past this last photo if you'd rather not see the remains of what appears to be a Downy Woodpecker. All I knew in the moment was that I had held the shutter button through the whole sequence. It was only later while processing photos that I could make out enough detail on the prey for a possible ID.

[ID: A male Cooper's Hawk is shown mid-hop in the air above the roof of a house. The Hawk is mostly bluish grey with orange and white stripes on the breast and legs. He has dark red eyes and a hooked yellow beak with a grey tip. He's just flapped his wings to hop into the air and get a better grip on his prey. The prey appears to be the remains of a Downy Woodpecker, with the head and most of the upper body torn away. However, the remaining feathers appear to have the characteristic black and white pattern on the tail to suggest either a Downy or Hairy Woodpecker. There are grey and black feathers scattered about. The sky in the background is an overcast grey. End ID]

Just after that, the Hawk flew off between the houses and was gone. It made me a little sad to think that one of our regular feeder visitors was now somebody's lunch, but it's somewhat comforting to think that our neighborhood must have a fairly healthy ecosystem. At least we have enough small birds and other prey around to convince the raptors to keep coming back to their favorite hunting grounds!

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