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jplupine · 6 months

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Primal Pred!Grimmjow x Prey!Reader

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x AFAB Reader Word Count: ~4.6k Date Published: Nov 25, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Established Relationship, Size Difference, Primal Play, Marking, Light Blood/Injury, Cunnilingus, Outdoor Sex, Feral Behavior, Name Calling [Asshole, Bitch, Kitty Cat], Creampie, Brat!Reader; Reader is AFAB but no gender is specified, Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used

A/N: The follower milestone fic is finally finished! I want to thank everyone who participated in the event and everyone kindly supporting me ^-^ <3

The crackling fire danced in the pit surrounded by pale stones. The shadows swayed with the light flickering shades of orange and white. Insects of the night called out their chorus from the darkness beyond the fire.

You sat on a log with your fingers wrapped around a warm cup of coffee. It wasn't quite the same as what you brewed at home, but it did add a bit of comfort as you sipped it. The atmosphere was relaxing and made you glad you'd decided to go on a camping trip to get away from the bustle of work and city life.

The dark night sky littered with glittering stars and the moon shining bright were so unlike the sky hidden by street lights back home. It was breathtaking.

And given it was still in the transition time between summer and autumn, it wasn't too warm nor too cold out. You'd checked the weather forecast before heading out into the woods too, and it was supposed to remain like this for the next few days you were out there.

An owl screeched in the distance before a stick in the fire snapped, sending embers up into the night sky as if they were trying to join the stars.

You closed your eyes to just listen to the world around you; soaking it in while bringing the coffee to your lips. No sound of speeding cars. No foul smells from rotting garbage or fumes from exhaust pipes. And certainly no manager or boss nagging about work.

It was bliss.

You sighed and opened your eyes again. Glancing around, you began to wonder where your camping partner was. He'd gone off to stretch his legs, but that had been some time ago now.

Looking into the shadows of the trees, you tried to see if you could spot him. You weren't all that worried since you knew he could take care of himself, but that didn't stop you from wondering when he'd come back. Taking another drink of your coffee, you stretched out your legs in front of you.

However, as the fire popped and crackled, the woods began to feel different. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as unease began to settle in. Something was wrong, but you couldn't tell what.

Your heart began to beat faster as you sensed something you couldn't see.

A low, thunderous rumble shook the air and made you jolt. It was hard to tell where the sound was coming from with how it bounced through the trees surrounding your campsite.

Sitting up straight with your eyes darting around, you still didn't see anything. It sounded like an animal; big and dangerous. Slowly setting down your coffee, you reached into your pocket to grab your knife.

It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing as the blade flipped out from the handle. Gradually rising to your feet, your grip on the knife tightened while your heart was pounding.

You could feel eyes on you. Whatever the beast was, it was certainly watching you. Swallowing, you hoped the fire was enough to keep the thing in the shadows.

Hearing a twig snap, your gaze shot in the direction of the sound. Eyes reflecting the fire's light shined from the darkness. Another rumbling growl came from the same direction as the eyes, and your heart beat faster.

The eyes went lower, and you had a feeling the beast was getting ready to pounce. Brandishing your knife, the creature in the shadows seemed to hesitate as light shined against the blade. The eyes in the dark locked with yours before there was a loud rush of wind.

The fire was blown out, leaving you surrounded in complete darkness until your eyes could adjust. You couldn't yet see but heard movement ahead of you.

The beast was closing in.

You ran and nearly tripped over the log if you hadn't caught yourself from falling. As you ran, your eyes became more accustomed to the night, allowing you to run through the trees faster. A roar that shook you to the bone silenced the rest of the woods, sending the other creatures into hiding to avoid getting caught.

With your heart loudly pounding in your own ears, you nearly screamed when something grabbed your shoulder only to swing the knife instead. You felt the blade make contact before the beast roared. Everything happened so fast that you only saw a flash of fangs in the moonlight and claws before the knife was sent flying out of your hand. You heard it thunk as the blade was buried deep into a tree trunk.

You didn't think twice, going into survival mode to run even faster.

"Bitch!" A barked, angry voice made you nearly stumble. No, you must have misheard. You still didn't stop. When a fallen tree blocked your path, you vaulted over it and hoped it would deter the beast.

However, as your legs carried you further, you could still feel the thing behind you, chasing you. What made it more terrifying were the sounds; the growling and snapping of sharp teeth like the razor point edges of scissors grinding against each other.

You knew it was getting closer and were already picturing in your head how it would tear you apart once it caught you.

You were grabbed from behind, getting jerked back by your jacket. Crying out from shock, you struggled and unzipped your jacket to slip out of the garment. The beast held onto the jacket as you scrambled away and managed to get distance.

Looking back, you saw the creature as it stood a few yards away. Its body was lean and pale with a long tail whipping around behind it. It was bipedal with muscled limbs and long hair past their waistline. And your jacket was clutched in its hands while being pressed against the beast's face.

When it looked at you, your breath caught in your throat. Those glowing eyes were set in a face that was all too human.

It wasn't an animal. It wasn't human, either.

"Grimmjow! You scared the shit out of me, you fucking asshole!"

"I know. I can smell it." His face then lifted from your jacket with a displeased expression. "And you cut me, fucker." Grimmjow's low voice growled, and your eyes drifted to his cheek where there was dried blood but no wound.

"It's already healed, you big baby." You retorted with a huff. His tail twitched as his gaze traveled over your face. Grimmjow's lips curled up into a vicious grin with his fangs exposed.

"Why are you still standing all the way over there? Aw, are you mad?" His tone was mocking, and your hands balled into fists at your sides.

"Yes, I'm mad!" You angrily pointed at the Arrancar without taking a step closer. "You made me think I was about to get eaten!"

"I mean," Grimmjow cocked his head to the side as his ears perked up. His slit pupils widened a slight fraction, eyelids lowering just a bit as he looked over your body. "I never said I wasn't going to eat you."

His tone and hungry gaze sparked something deep in your gut. Grimmjow's tail curled as he shifted his weight on his digitigrade legs, his paws so quiet when he took a step closer. You took a step back, maintaining the distance between you two.

Grimmjow stopped to look at you again as the hunger in his eyes intensified. He slowly licked his lips like a beast would its maw.

You knew the Arrancar well enough by now to recognize when the predator within him was stirring. You also knew if you made any sudden movement, he just might pounce and take you down like prey.

The air felt electrified as you two just stared at one another, eyes locked as unspoken words lingered at the forefront of your mind. Grimmjow brought your jacket to his face again, making a show of inhaling your scent with a soft purr rumbling in his chest.

You still didn't move. The Arrancar was on a precarious edge, and you weren't entirely sure what he would do next.

Grimmjow suddenly threw your jacket to the side and lunged forward. You reacted as soon as you saw him move, turning to run as he landed where you had been standing just a second prior. He was on his hands and paws like a beast, watching you as you went around a tree.

His instincts made his blood run hot through his veins, and you could feel those piercing eyes trailing after you. You'd set off the predator and ran like prey.

The hunt was on.

The bestial call that rang out through the trees made your heart beat faster as you weaved through the trees. Excitement and fear mingled together and fueled your legs to carry you further. Not knowing what he might do if he caught you had your mind racing with the possibilities.

Skidding around a boulder, you changed directions. Running in a straight line would make it easier for Grimmjow to track you down, and you didn't want that.

You'd learned to shift your weight and posture to make your steps quieter over the ground littered with dead leaves and did so now. You were going to do everything within your power to make this as difficult as possible for Grimmjow.

Grabbing your beanie, you rubbed it against your neck to make your scent on it stronger before you threw it into the bushes. You went in the opposite direction in the hopes of confusing Grimmjow even if just for a moment.

Panting, you hid behind a large tree surrounded by plants tall enough to cover you as you crouched. Leaning one hand against the trunk of the tree, you tried to catch your breath. Hearing a growl in the distance made you smirk.

Going lower, you pressed your body down against the earth to look out from under the foliage without giving your position away. The moon and stars cutting through the trees gave you enough light to see beyond where you were hidden.

Taking slow, deep breaths, your eyes scanned the woods. Far away, you spotted movement. Through the trees, you could see Grimmjow as spots of moonlight danced over his body.

The Arrancar was still on his hands and paws, muscles rolling beneath his skin-tight clothing as his movements were reminiscent of a big cat. His tail swayed with his head held level with his spine and nose twitching as he scented the air.

Watching him thrilled you. He was neither man nor beast and didn't care about keeping up appearances of either, and you liked that. You liked how he could posture and smirk like a man, and you also liked how he would act like an animal as he pursued you.

It certainly appealed to a primal part of your brain in a way you didn't fully understand. You should be terrified of his power and destructive capabilities, but seeing how his feral eyes and silky hair shined in the moonlight as he crouched left you enamored.

With Grimmjow crouching where he was, you could see the muscles in his thighs bunching beneath his clothes. You covered your mouth and nose to muffle the sound of your breathing as his furry ears began to swivel. He was listening to the woods around him, picking up sounds in several directions that his ears moved in.

His eyes closed with his head tilting back. Grimmjow's fingers flexed with his daunting claws catching the moonlight. His head then rolled to the side, his eyes snapping open as he looked right at you with a grin.

Your hair stood on end as the predator twisted and moved in your direction. Scrambling to your feet, you kicked up leaves and dirt before bolting to keep the chase going.

You ran faster even as your muscles and lungs burned. Grimmjow roared, letting you know that he was closing the distance and fast.

Something caught your foot, sending you tumbling across the ground right as the beast went flying overhead. Tripping over a root had saved you from being caught again.

Grimmjow landed ahead of you and twisted with claws digging into the earth. Locking eyes with him as you pushed yourself up, your fingers sank into the soil beneath you. His tail whipped from side to side as you both were in similar positions on all fours, waiting for one or the other to make a move.

You couldn't look away, panting as you tried to think of what to do next. Grimmjow's slit pupils widened as his top lip curled to bare a mouth full of fangs with a maniacal grin.

He made the first move, lunging forward with a flex of his thighs and biceps. You reared back in an attempt to get away only to fail. He was faster, but you weren't giving up so easily.

Grabbing a nearby fallen branch, you swung it like a bat and hit him across the face. He reared back with a vicious yowl while flashing his fangs. When his head swung back down, you used the branch to keep those sharp teeth away from you, already knowing how much of a biter the bastard was.

His growling vibrated through the branch and up your arms as his fangs sank into the wood. Claws tore through the sleeves of your shirt as you struggled to get him off you. He was so strong, keeping you trapped like a mouse beneath him.

Your pounding heart sent adrenalin rushing through your veins while you watched his long canines vanish into the branch as it creaked from the force of his jaws. His bite was powerful enough to break through the wood and sent a rain of splinters falling over you.

His big hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the ground by your head. Kicking against the ground, you still fought to get free only to fail. His fangs snapped right in front of your face as you screamed, sounding more angry than afraid.

"Got ya." Grimmjow sounded amused, but you snarled and moved to punch him. However, his strength was far greater than yours, keeping your hands firmly against the ground. "Mm, yeah. Keep struggling. I like it when my prey puts up a fight."

He was mocking you, but you knew he was telling the truth all the same. Perhaps it was a part of the Hollow nature within Grimmjow that made him enjoy subduing you in such a way. It was domination through force when you put up a fight and didn't let him have you so easily.

And this appealed to you as well. While you couldn't fight back the way another Hollow might, you also knew you didn't have to hold back as much with him not being human.

Locking your legs around his waist, you twisted to switch your positions. Grimmjow fell on his back while still holding your wrists. The momentum kept going as you both rolled across the ground with him snarling and growling.

You managed to wrench one hand free and grabbed the folded collar around most of his neck to yank it back. More of his scarred chest was exposed along with part of his shoulder and the side of his neck, and you sank your teeth into the muscle now bared. Claws tore through the side of your shirt as Grimmjow yowled.

He roughly forced you onto your stomach, using his weight against your back to pin you down as he fisted your hair and made you bare the back of your neck. His breath was hot against your skin before his fangs scraped over your neck, causing goosebumps to rise even as he bit down. Grimmjow ground his hips against your ass as his chest rumbled.

He had you now. With his sharp teeth clamped against your neck hard enough to cause small beads of blood to form, there was no more getting away. His erection pressed against you through the layers of clothes you both wore, letting you know just how worked up the Arrancar had gotten.

You knew Grimmjow could smell your arousal and could hear the quick beating of your heart. Those two things in combination never failed to drive his instincts wild.

His warm tongue lapped up the blood from the back of your neck as he purred. The sound of ripping fabric met your ears before you realized he was tearing through your shirt.

"Grimmjow!" You snapped at him, but the garment was already ruined and being shoved over your shoulders. You didn't actually mind it; the action aroused you more, but you didn't want to give in just yet.

"Pick your next words carefully." His voice was breathy with a warning tone as he spoke near your ear. His hands went down your sides to roughly grab the waistband of your jeans.

"Or what? You'll bite me again?" You spoke while lifting your hips to push your ass against him more. "Try me, fucker." Getting your hands under you, you managed to undo the button and zipper of your pants, but Grimmjow tore his claws through the material while shoving it down over your ass and legs.

You kicked off your shoes to let him take the last shreds of your pants off. They were tossed to the side without a care. Grimmjow then grabbed your hips to lift your ass higher into the air as you pushed your underwear down before he could get his claws on them.

Grimmjow's hands went lower, spreading you open before eagerly burying his face between your thighs. His tongue lapped up your arousal with a low groan. Your breath faltered as you spread your knees further.

You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth when his tongue dragged over your clit. His fangs brushed against your flesh as he pulled you closer to his hungry mouth. Grimmjow's claws pricked your skin before he let go.

His lips and tongue were still on you, and based on his movement, you assumed he was undressing while still eating your pussy. You took in a sharp breath when he growled and the vibration was carried on his tongue. Your hips rocked back to chase the feeling, and Grimmjow grabbed your ass and squeezed.

He was ravenous with his claws pricking your skin. By now, he knew what made you feel good and what could make you elicit the very sounds he wanted to hear. His growl shook you to the bone as wet sounds came from between your thighs.

You were panting when his broad tongue swiped over your core before he pulled away. Grimmjow spit, his saliva landing on your pussy as your clit throbbed.

One of his large hands grabbed your head to pin it against the ground, pressing your cheek into the dirt as the head of his cock slid between your wet lips. He mixed his spit in with your arousal while slicking up his dick. You could tell the Arrancar was eager from his unsteady breaths and his grip on you.

When he finally pushed inside, you felt yourself stretching to accommodate his thickness. Grimmjow didn't go slow, thrusting deep until his hips hit your ass. You both grunted as your hands balled into fists.

Looking over your shoulder, your gaze met Grimmjow's. Something in your eyes made his tail twitch.

"You're being awfully impatient, kitty cat. You really that needy for me?" Your words made his nose scrunch up with a snarl. You had yet to truly submit to him even if your body had.

Grimmjow fisted his hand in your hair, tugging on it to pull your head back and make you incapable of looking at him. His other hand grabbed your hip with his claws digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. Without warning, he pulled out and thrust back in harshly, forcing a low moan from your throat.

"Who the fuck are you calling kitty cat, bitch?" He growled, but you couldn't respond since he forced another moan from you. You'd pissed him off as intended, and he was going to fuck you into submission.

He'd mistakenly believed the fight was over. Too bad that spark in you was harder to quell and you were certain to give the Arrancar attitude. He may have caught you, but he needed to earn your submission.

Grimmjow let go of your hair to hold both of your hips, his heavy thrusts slamming his hips into your ass hard enough that you could feel the jiggle of your flesh. He was an animal pinning you in place as your mind swam with pleasure.

You were moaning, crying out into the night as he grunted and drove his cock deeper.

"Listen to you." You could hear the smile in his voice. "Now who's the needy one?" You didn't trust your voice enough to verbally respond and settled on raising your middle finger. Grimmjow then went for your throat, wrapping his big arms around you while forcing you to lay flat against the ground with his large hand curled around your neck.

He still rutted against you as his hot breath hit the side of your head. This position meant he couldn't go as deep as before, but the angle had his cock ramming into the perfect spot to make you buck and writhe. Grimmjow chuckled as you struggled to contain yourself beneath him.

"That's it." His voice rumbled near your ear before his firm grip on your neck tilted your head up. "Submit to your king." Your moan pitched higher as your eyes fluttered closed. His lips and teeth brushed against the shell of your ear as he panted, making you shiver.

His grip on your throat tightened but remained loose enough that you could still freely moan. Grimmjow wanted to hear you cry out, every moan a form of worship that stroked his ego. He knew with how pliant you were in his hands now that you had given over control and submitted.

You felt the sweat forming on your skin as fire burned through your veins. Grimmjow's heat and weight on your back made your head spin as the pleasure made you buck. He grabbed one of your wrists and pinned it to the ground, exerting more control over your body as you bent to his will.

Being trapped beneath him, you took whatever he gave with enthusiasm. Each heavy thrust made you fall deeper into the pit of pleasure. Grimmjow's mouth moved to the back of your neck again, licking the bite he'd already left while nipping in other places.

Your voice shook as your toes curled, and the deep groan the Arrancar made was bordering a growl. You panted curses under your breath as Grimmjow fucked you, ramming his cock into the spot that lit your nerves aflame and made you cry out his name.

Grimmjow ran his tongue over the bites littering your skin as he savored every sound you made. How you clenched around him drove him further toward the edge. His strong grip on your throat with his claws scraping against your skin only fueled your desire.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air. Grimmjow's growls mingled with your moans and carried through the trees and into the darkness of the woods. He buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent and groaning low with his hips grinding against your ass. His dick dragged against your walls, rubbing against every spot that made you squirm and gasp and moan.

The carnality was bliss. You gave yourself to him completely, leaning into his touch while your spine arched from the pleasure wracking through your body. Grimmjow released your wrist and throat to grab your hips as his weight on your back pushed you further against the earth.

His claws scraped your skin as his thrusts picked up speed, his balls smacking against you with his frenzied pace. Grimmjow sank his teeth into your shoulder with a groan as your blood coated his tongue. You would always wear his mark so long as you were his.

Grimmjow pistoning into your wet pussy created lewd, slicking sounds that drove him wilder. Your taste, your scent, how you felt around his cock, and how wet you were for him made Grimmjow's head fall into such a primal state of desire. He was drowning in you and unable to come up for air until he could cum.

So he fucked you harder, chasing that high and that feral instinct screaming in his veins to fill you with his seed. Claiming his prey in every way he could left both of you unable to think straight. You were drooling with your fingers digging into the dirt, muscles tensing and rolling beneath your skin.

Your bodies being flush against each other meant everything was felt. Every twitch, every heartbeat, every sound that vibrated from the chest and throat.

Grimmjow left scratches over your hips as he tried to pull you even closer. It was impossible, but that didn't stop his pleasure-clouded mind from telling him he needed to. He moaned into your skin while thrusting his cock as deep as he could go.

You cried out with your thighs shivering, and that was the final thing that made Grimmjow snap. With shallow thrusts and animalistic grunts, his cock began to twitch while pumping you full of his cum. He didn't stop, continuing to fuck you through his orgasm and drive his seed deeper into your core even as it overflowed and dripped down your thighs.

Grimmjow released your shoulder from his jaws, groaning and licking the bite while his cum mixed with your arousal. He let go of one hip and slipped his hand under you to find your clit. Being mindful of his claws, he pressed his fingertips against the throbbing bud.

You bucked and moaned an octave higher. Grimmjow let go of your other hip to grab your jaw and make you turn your head for a kiss. His tongue dove into your mouth without warning and glided across yours as he devoured your moans. He soon had you cumming around his cock as you clenched and cried out in pleasure.

He didn't stop until you were whimpering and dancing on the line of overstimulation. He pulled away with his nose brushing through your hair before his lips traveled down your spine with kisses and gentle nips as he purred. You propped your upper half up on your elbows and wiped the drool from your chin.

Your skin still buzzed despite feeling sated. Grimmjow pulled his cock free of your heat and spread you open to see the mess leaking from your pussy. He huffed and gave a satisfied purr that rumbled deep in his chest.

You looked over your shoulder to see Grimmjow admiring you with a smirk on his soft lips and his pupils still blown wide. Biting your bottom lip, you couldn't help but give a sultry smile.

Pushing yourself up, you turned to drape your arms over his shoulders and capture his lips in a hungry kiss. Grimmjow's tail thumped against the ground as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"Maybe next time we should start the hunt naked." You muttered with your lips only centimeters from his. "Jeans are expensive, you know?" Grimmjow chuckled, and his warm palm traveled up your back.

"Yeah. 'Cause you're really so concerned about that." His smirk didn't falter even as he had a sarcastic tone. "I'll hunt you however, my sweet bitch." Grimmjow nipped your bottom lip while purring, and you yelped when his hand smacked against your ass hard enough to make it sting.

#grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach smut #bleach #grimmjow smut #bleach fanfic #dom!grimmjow #sub!reader #grimmjow x reader #afab reader #bleach x reader #reader x character #lemon #request the Wolf #Wolf does fanfic

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pandoraslxna · 1 year

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what kinks do you think Lo’ak and Neteyam would have? 🤧🤧

Kink list 🔞

Lo‘ak:

edging, light bondage, toys (he’s so intrigued by humans and their technology, you can’t convince me he wouldn’t love sex toys), praise (giving and receiving), overstimulation, orgasm control, cuckold (I said what I said), dirty talk in general like he can’t stfu, biting / marking, body worship, public / semi-public, somnophilia, cum play

Neteyam:

breeding, biting / marking / scenting, pred & prey play, praise (more into giving), dirty talk, overstimulation, brat tamer, begging, size difference, corruption, dom/sub (overall he enjoys giving more than receiving so he’s definitely a pleasure dom), face sitting/face fucking, creampies

#i probably missed a few things but that’s all I can think of right now #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ asks 💌#neteyam x female reader #neteyam smut #neteyam x female reader smut #loak x reader smut #loak x reader #lo‘ak x reader smut

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dottcre · 1 year

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self indulgent fic.. enjoy.. please never speak to me about dom dottore again

contains : dom!dottore, sub!reader, afab!virgin!reader, no gendered petnames used, corruption kink, mean!dottore, degradation, very little prep and no aftercare, tiny bit of pred/prey kink, unprotected sex

“i’ll be gentle.”

those were the words that got you in this vulnerable position, completely naked with your legs open for dottore as he caressed your inner thighs. you knew he was probably lying about it, yet you gave in to the lust tugging at your heartstrings. his eyes shifted as he glanced at you almost dangerously, hand sliding up to gently push your bucking hips back onto the bed.

cold fingers wandered some more, and he dragged his index finger along your warm, virgin cunt. your heart rate picked up and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he then held the finger up, showing off the way your juices glimmered on the tip of it. “you’re so wet already,” he rasped, deep voice sending chills down your back and making your pussy throb with need. he grinned, large and toothy as he tapped your lips with his finger. you opened up hesitantly, and he pushed two fingers into your mouth, watching contently as you almost gagged. his other hand toyed with your clit, teasing and flicking it softly. he drank up every little noise you made more than gladly, and it showed. his gaze on you felt almost predatory, and you let yourself fall prey to the man.

“first time someone’s played with your little cunt, hmm?” he knew the answer, and you knew that he just wanted to hear it from your lips. “so sensitive and responsive.” his voice was dripping with sadistic desire, and you whined around his digits.

“yea,” you whined, then jolted, watching as he moved toward you, now kneeling right between your legs. “your fingers feel so good.” he cooed at you condescendingly as drool slipped out from the corners of your lips.

“such a messy little slut,” he tutted, pulling the fingers in your mouth to wipe at it, or more accurately, smudge it on your chin. “already looking fucked-out when i’ve just started playing with you.”

“dottore…” you whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist. “fuck me already… need… need your cock.”

“impatient brat,” he spat, moving away, and for a moment you were scared that he would leave you needy and wanting, but he just leaned back, taking his mask off before sitting up against the headboard. you stared at him, slightly confused. “if you want it so bad, do it yourself.”

once again, you knew that this was just his way of shaming you, of humiliating you to see your skin flush a darker colour as you hid with embarrassment, yet you eagerly moved toward him, undoing his belt to pull his cock out. it was thick, to say the least, and way more impressive than what you’ve seen in pornos, and you felt your chest tighten with want just by looking at it. red eyes watched you closely as you climbed on top of him hesitantly, taking a deep breath in as you sank down on his length.

you felt tears prick at your eyes at the stretch. he didn’t nearly prepare you enough, or even at all, and you got too carried away to remember it. it was hurting too much, and your legs were giving out on you. dottore hissed as he felt you clench and twitch around his cock.

“dottore,” you whimpered, sobbing. “h-hurts! hurt s’much.” you didn’t really expect the man to do much about it, but his hand came to rest on your back, stroking it in an attempt to half you as he shushed you as gently as he could muster.

“shh, i know my cock is too much for your sweet little cunt, but you’ll feel good soon.” you nodded, showing that you understood because you didn’t trust your voice at that moment.

in a minute, you started moving up and down his cock, with his hands guiding your hips, and the stinging sensation faded into pleasure. your legs were shaking as dottore started to thrust up into your warmth, the lewd sound of your hips slapping together filling the room.

you mewled when dottore’s thumb began circling your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you shake and see stars. almost immediately after, you came, whining as you clamped down on his cock. he gasped in surprise, cock spurting out ropes of cum and filling you up.

he caught you in his arms when you ran out of strength, pulling you off his cock with almost a surprising amount of care. he glanced at your cunt, leaking with his cum, and pushed some of it back in. you gasped at the sensation of his fingers again, yet let out a soft noise of protest when he pulled them out.

“and so, how was that?” he asked, and you groaned, spent.

“still fucking stings.” you couldn’t help but frown, knowing that he didn’t miss out on the preparation out of carelessness.

“i treated you gently, like you wanted,” he tutted, already rolling out of bed before you could protest and say that he was an absolute liar.

you started to feel almost bitter, annoyed that you trusted him with something so important as your virginity, but shook it off. dottore’s behaviour wasn’t something you could just change, after all. you just pulled yourself up, trailing after him as he headed to the shower, legs still shaking and heart feeling uneasy.

#@ a thousand kisses. ares #dottore #dottore smut #dom dottore #genshin #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #dom genshin #dom genshin impact #tw corruption kink

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digestavore · 3 months

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I honestly am so into cnc and free use along with vore tbh. Like I just wanna be yanked up, force-fucked and swallowed in a given scenario. I want to be turned from a femboy brat into nothing but a meal for an alpha master. Even if I don't want it now, it's what I was meant for and my new (albeit temporary) owner knows best. If only alpha preds weren't scared to put me in my place 😭😭

Turning bratty femboys into a brutally digested sludge and pumping them through my guts is a speciality 😏 I'll put you in your place for sure, then leave a steaming pile of your remains after 😈 I'll get the next bratty femboy to fuck themselves with your bones....

#gay vore captions #asks

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pudgybun · 1 year

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What's your opinion on vore? I can see how it might clash with your softer aesthetic but at the same time the contrast might be fun.

this made me giggle sm 💖 u guys have noooo idea how depraved I am sexually lol

I love vore (as the pred), I'm even into fatal cannibalism to an extent (as fattened up prey), and I think the dichotomy with my visual aesthetic adds to that 🥰 I love looking sweet, and I love LOVE itself, and soft musings, but in truth I am a little fuck monster and all I want is to gobble up anyone I want, whenever I want. I just think hardcore kink stuff is even better when it's contrasting with something soft and loving.

Vore with a little bit of yandere/obsession as a fat brat makes me v horny 😈 give me all your attention, or else I'll eat up anyone who might otherwise distract you.

#asks #luv being a subby bby but also i luvvvv being a bratty bottom demanding to get my way or else ill eat u #plus the concept of voring other people to get bigger and curvier is v sexy to me hehehehe #i love dark scenarios toooo

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artwithoutblood · 1 year

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What kinks do the characters have?

let's try tackling this one. nsfw under the cut

erebus: vers sub (leans bottom)

uniforms

breeding [mostly likes being the one doing it]

he has a lot of control issues? it's different from aeron because he feels like he's never been in control, so being able to be in control while being soft is played into everything

light sadism

crying (him doing it)

he's a brat but he doesn't even realize it's a kink thing he's just like that.

genesis: top switch

sensory deprivation

he is a soft dom when he doms i will say that. he just likes to hold your face and tell you how well you're doing

toys

praise (giving)

multiple rounds? fuck bro idk what a kink is that's like a knot in your back right

aeron: dom top (least likely to fuck on this list actually)

knives/blood

overstimulation

costumes and elaborate outfits. clothed sex on top of it.

crying (making you do such)

not sure if this is a word or a particular kink, but the ritualization of sex? so sometimes tying you up plays into this

praise (giving). they can be surprisingly soft.

dorian: switch vers (leans top)

garters/harnesses/etc

bondage

voyeurism in the way of taking pictures and filming? i don't know the word for THAT specifically

teasing/begging/etc (both sides)

clothed sex part 2 (there are parallels between the two red guys)

foreplay lovr

ambrose: bottom sub

degradation

edging

roleplay

aphrodisiacs (he puts some in his drinks)

candles/wax/heat

kayn: dom top

lots of biting!

leashes and collars

really rough sex

pred/prey shit

brat taming

cockwarming

#not safe for the gallery #go wild girls.#kayn ask #genesis ask #ambrose ask #erebus ask #dorian ask #aeron ask #again this is not my area of expertise. i'm just some guy with a computer.

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jacksons-goddess-gaia · 2 years

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A Mate~ Changbin drabble

❖ Stray Kids, Changbin x gender neutral reader

❖ Fluff, hinted smut, werewolf au, established relationship au, drabble

❖Sw: pred prey, knot, rough sex

❖ wc: 593

❖ @atiny-piratequeen @atiny-dazzlinglight @kimnamshiks

❖ Masterlist ❖

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

another little bit to go with Please~

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Life ebbed and flowed, colors one second so contrite and boring blossoming into intense virally spiraling swirls in his vision. The creek beside him babbling quietly, a consistent yet varying chatter as its crystalline waters flowed through the pebbles of its banks. Not a bird rustled in the trees above, but he could hear them not far off, singing their warbling tunes in hopes of attracting a mate. A Mate. The two words sent a small rumble vibrating through his chest, wasn’t that why he was here as well. Each deep gulp of the heady scented air made the world sharper to his senses. His great head laying on one paw. A mate, indeed that is what brought him deep into these woods, the silly words and machinations had driven him to shift. All four paws had pressed deep scars into the mossy turf and springy undergrowth.

Like a maniac, he had barreled through the bracken, until several hours later he had ended up beside this creek for a nap. Now he lay here still curled in a crescent moon protectively keeping watch over everything around him. He knew these trees like the back of his hand, and he knew the area was safe, however, the two words…no one word in truth had his senses on high alert. A soft sigh had him lifting his head ready to destroy any creature that dared to cross his path, even if it were the young deer that often took to the river for a drink. But his concern was instantly washed away. “Mate.” His brain hummed as it recognized the sound, and he turned inwards upon himself nosing the small ball of warmth in his side he had curled himself around. “Mmm? Oh…Binnie?” The dazed smile you gave him as you woke up brought a deep thrumming purr from his very core. Nosing your cheeks and throat he groomed you messily, he had always been a bit clumsy with these things in wolf form, and today was no different. “Did you stay like this to protect me?” Your sweet giggle made him forget how shy he had felt when his members had linked their minds to him to figure out what was taking him so long to come back after finding you. “Or because you liked the cuddles?” And the shyness was back. Huffing he stood up shaking you off him gently and started to trot a few steps away. “Nooo wait up my legs are still asleep! I can't help teasing you're so cute in puppy form-” Changbin growled at you but didn’t shift back for fear his cheeks would be so red from hearing you call his gigantic monstrous brown wolf “puppy”. But he did pause and let you catch up, leaning on his broad trustworthy shoulders as he led you back up the trail and towards the cabin you all were staying in for vacation. “You know…I wouldn’t mind playing a game of chase on the way back~ The others can wait a bit longer.” Changbin growled at you shifting into his half-wolf form completely naked and glowing eyes challenging you. Getting lost, now acting like a brat too boot? “Then run because when I catch you I’m not letting you off without my knot, no more getting lost in the woods bunny. If you won’t learn to stay near the cabin I’ll take away your ability to walk.” Even as you squeaked and bolted, Changbins growling could be heard behind you. “Three…two…one. Look out Bunny here I come~”

#kdiarynet #kwritersworldnet #stray kids x you #stray kids reader insert #stray kids #stray kids x gender neutral reader #changbin x reader #changbin werewolf au #changbin skz #changbin x gender neutral reader #kpop werewolf au #werewolf changbin #werewolf changbin x reader #stray kids predator prey kink #stray kids werewolf au #changbin drabble #changbin x reader drabble

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voreboy · 11 months

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30) Do your preds every now and then see that one person or tyke, that they want to consume badly? Like go out their way to find them? Like a vamp smelling the sweetest blood of one particular human the dwarfs all other humans by comparison.

[Trigger Warning: Ageplay/Youth Prey]

For T-Bone (both Fatal and Safe versions), its little brats that give him any kind of shit or disrespect. Once a tyke shows him attitude, he'll do anything to track them down and put them in their place (which happens to be his gut).

Evan is at the opposite end of the spectrum: the more mild mannered, kind-hearted and meek the tyke is, the sweeter they are to him. It triggers his primal yet protective nature and he wants them in his belly to ensure their safety. He won't necessarily hunt them down in a literal sense like T-Bone does, but it make cause him to impulsively swallow one right in front of him (such as in a supermarket isle or by a gas station pump). At that point, he usually has some awkward interactions with their guardians. :P

If they are unaware of his special skill, he'll try to convince them their little one scampered off (probably with a friend), or if they're in the know, he'll apologize profusely for swallowing them without asking first.

Vien, being a complete narcissist, loves being idolized. Any tyke who become infatuated with him (in an innocent way) he'll playfully dominate by making sure they experience the wonders of his stomach.

Rigo, being objectively handsome and quite the narcissist, likes to hunt down women who reject his advances. Women who do willingly fuck him still typically find themselves sliding down his gullet, so those who don't are simply prey for the hunt.

Mason likes to eat the rude and (akin to Evan) will leave the mild-mannered alone in most cases. The more of a dick you are, the more likely you are to end up in his gut. If you're particularly skilled at getting away though, he won't play detective and track you across the globe (he's too apathetic for that). The easier it is to find you, the better likelihood of him pursuing you until he catches you.

[Trigger warning: Suicide]

The only exception are those who are suicidal, in which case he'll play a role in assisted suicide, giving those who have given up a final kindness by making their passing as swift and painless as possible. This isn't done out of malice; in fact, (in his warped, nihilist thinking) its one of the few ways he believes he can do a good deed.

[I've dealt with suicide ideation for decades. If you're in crisis, you're not alone - please seek help]

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pandoraslxna · 1 month

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For all them sully men, what kinks would they have?

Jake:

Dom/sub and authority play (brat tamer), praise and degradation, lingerie, hair pulling, breeding, impact play, size difference, very into aftercare

Spider (yes, he’s officially a sully man):

Praise, teasing, he’s a switch, dry humping, size difference, sensation play, he’s into getting choked especially while his partner is riding him, threesomes

Neteyam:

Praise (and degradation on rare occasions), biting/scenting/scratching/hair pulling, somnophilia, size difference, dom/sub (hes a pleasure dom), body worship, pred/prey play, overstimulation

Lo’ak:

Lingerie/stockings, toys, praise, teasing, size difference, chocking, has an extreme oral fixation, is a switch, cuckolding, voyeurism, dirty talk, piercings, cum play, edge play

#𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆#avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar 2 #atwow #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam x female reader #loak #loak sully #atwow loak #loak smut #lo’ak sully #lo’ak #lo’ak x female reader #lo’ak x reader

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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Ch. 54 // I Feel A Breeze // Day 44

Contents (Warnings): A part of the grind. (safe, soft vore, angst, slight teasing, willing pred, unwilling prey, and as always character/monster info).

Wordcount: 1,950+ (This is a lot shorter in preparation for the STORM)

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(Nov. 4th, Friday)

I scrambled around the corner and into the kitchen. "WICKS, we gotta pack today!!"

He looked up from his phone. He leaned further on the kitchen counter next to the fridge and gestured with his mug, "morning Lentils."

"WICKS."

He lifted up his other hand and waved me off. "It'll be fine." He took a sip.

"OUR FLIGHT LEAVES AT 8 IN THE MORNING TOMORROW!" I exclaimed. I pointed to the hall. "WE BOTH GET OFF LATE, SO WE GOTTA PACK NOW."

Wicks smiled softly. It held a lot less vigor than usual. "Let's relax for a while first. I woke up late." He took another sip and tapped his hand on the kettle. "GeeEEt-"

Then pulled his cup forward and waved his hand around. His voice released a slight yelp, and he brought it up to blow on it.

I went over to him as he set down his mug. "Wicks, why did you think that was a good idea? Are you okay?"

He chuckled, "I was trying to smack it to offer some but forgot it's not cool yet."

"Yeah!" I looked over his red fingers. "Run it under some water, come on."

I pulled his hand under the cold water.

He exhaled with his smile, "you never change, do you?" I glanced over at him and the tender look in his eyes. "You always look out for me."

"We look out for each other," I let his hand go.

"Don't we." Wicks chuckled. He twisted to grab a mug from the cabinet near him and handed it to me to get some tea too.

"After this, will we pack?"

"Then we pack." He confirmed.

I took a sip of the tea, camellia. I also put myself on the counter, on the same side across from the sink. We sipped in silence. I could feel the tension between us. And neither of us really spoke for the rest of that time. Though I felt nervous, the fact that Wicks stayed close and refused to leave was enough for me.

...

Alexander

She's a little brat. He couldn't get over her game little game yesterday. She proposed Oligopoly, knowing damn well it would take us all lunch period. He shut his car door and grumbled. And worst of all, I WON YESTERDAY.

He saw her car not too far from his. He took a breath and opened his back door. He grabbed his backpack and then closed it. That's fine. I'll get her back today. He locked it after and went up the ramp to the back door.

He scanned his badge at the sensor for the door to open.

He heard the plumber man coin noise for his text messages. He pulled it out and squinted down at the new messages. Dad.

Dad: Who are you leaving Sasha with when we leave? 1:54 p.m.

He raised a brow. What do you mean?

Alexander: She's coming with us. 1:55p.m.

He made his way down the hall, passing the first breakroom.

Dad: Alex, you know it's going to be hard to watch her while we're there. We can leave her with Penelope. 1:55p.m.

He cringed like hell. I wouldn't trust her within a mile of Sasha. She has too many damn cats; she's a lover, not a fighter.

Alexander: Not happening. I'm watching her. 1:56p.m.

Dad: Penelope's trustworthy. She'll make sure Sasha's taken care of. And don't you want Sasha to have friends too? 1:57p.m.

Alexander stopped, and turned into the first break room, ignoring the two who said hi. Well, more so Drake, who said hi, and Lynette nervously glancing at him.

If Penelope does one thing to upset Sasha, I will kill her.

Alexander: Okay. 1:58p.m.

He replied and put his bag onto the oversized couch in the breakroom.

He read the reply, and the tender string hadn't gone away. The nightmares got lighter, at least.

...

Lynette

A Jenkai? The conversation never left my mind. I wished I could research the term or ask the others. I feared what might result if I did. My fingers rattled against the counter in wait for a customer. Edgar messaged in chat the week after my vacation that we were allowing event nights again.

I would have asked further if I wanted more stress. I wanted to avoid pizzeria thoughts while I was with my family again.

Why did Alexander have to go on vacation the same week as me? I asked. I was at least relieved I only had to worry about him today, as Lev was off to make up for coming in on Saturday.

He didn't even explain his game on break, so what should I prepare for? It's most likely a video game, possibly a fighting game. I straightened up once a customer came in. I prepared my brightest smile.

Today and that's it, Lynette... I weakly lifted myself.

...

Drake

"In case you somehow start winning, do you mind throwing?" Alexander questioned.

Not that it matters. I won't hear the end of it all week when you can't get Lynette. Drake smirked sardonically at his thought.

Alexander finished setting up the console and looked back in time to see it. He groaned with a slight smile, "what's with the grin, fucker?"

"Nothing." Drake turned his head. "Why don't you give her a break today?"

"AFTER YESTERDAY?!" Alexander went around the coffee table and plopped back on the huge couch with his controller, "like I'm gonna let her get away with that. I won in those last seconds."

Drake sighed. "You can't be mad at her for finding a way to beat you."

Alexander set up Krazy Kart on his portable console in "underhanded ways."

Drake picked up one of the controllers on the table. "And a human arm wrestling against a wendigo isn't underhanded. How...?"

"Shut up." Alexander took his eyes off the game screen after they got to the character menu. "I only did that because she texted me last minute...and I wanted to win."

"You didn't technically win either, did you?" Drake sassed further.

He scrolled through the character options. Alexander reached over and got the controller on for Lynette.

"YOU really wanna start things today, you ass," Alexander said with a playful nudge. "And I gotta fuckin' handle a week of it too, damn."

Alexander hated when Drake listened in on his heart. He referred to it as "creepy." Not that Drake minded. The vampire beast still listened. It was such a familiar sound after all these years. The stupidly honest way Alexander answered. He never held malice toward Drake.

Not even when they were younger, he always had some sort of sympathy or frustration.

"What is it that you always say, "sounds like a you problem."" Drake replied. Alexander groaned louder.

Drake rested his back on the cushions. I can't say I've felt the same, can I?

...

Alexander

She sat on the far end, opposite Alexander. He tried to focus on the game and not look her way, but her scent wouldn't leave him alone. Like always, I've been building up anticipation since yesterday. He picked his kart and awaited the other two.

"Have you played before, Lynette?" Drake asked.

"Not really. I played online a few times. My siblings don't like video games."

"Wenna and Ulysses weren't big fans of video games, and I wasn't either until this glutton roped me into it." Drake gestured to Alexander.

Alexander rolled his eyes, "you're welcome." He ran the term in his head, "I'm not a fuckin' glutton. I don't eat as much as that Dragon probably does."

"You're just as bad." Alexander picked up on her mutter.

He pulled up as they were selecting maps. He picked random. He looked over from Drake to Lynette.

"Repeat that again, shrimp." Alexander flicked up a smile, "you wanna see bad?"

She hopped in her seat as the match was starting.

Alexander watched the glance Drake gave her. I shouldn't do that when he's between us, should I? Or he's gonna wanna fuckin win.

It was four races between them and NPC's. And it was tense. He had the packs with many old maps, so he could use some of the old shortcuts, but Lynette wasn't that bad at keeping up. Yet...in the end, Alexander did win.

Drake got out from between them, going to get his lunch. He got up and stretched. He wanted to take his time and get a little sweet revenge. Though as he looked at her expression, his shoulders dropped. He had shifted to tower over her, but the event at the Halloween party sprung into his mind.

She turned her head away and shut her eyes tightly. Her shoulders raised in anticipation for his giant fingers to wrap around her as usual. He shied back, the embarrassment scrambling over his cheeks.

At the same time, the emptiness below argued with him. His body soon reached forward, but he didn't grab her as usual. He couldn't get her arms, and a yelp escaped her.

"If you're going to do it, don't prolong it, please!"

The position forced her to face him. He had to keep his own eyes closed, not that it helped.

This is stupid. She's food. I want to eat her.

He leaned over the couch and felt one of her hands inch closer to his open maw. His body was more than willing. And the first taste he's had in days of her relit that feeling. It amplified the chills.

His tongue traced up her closed hand. He relished her sweetness; humans were one of the only things he enjoyed. Every flavor was unique, and Lynette's was the best to him.

"Xander!" She gasped, squirming to break his grip. He refocused on her, no longer plagued. He placed both of her arms into his right and held them firmly. His other grabbed at her waist and helped lift her up with him.

He pressed her hands and arms into his glistening mouth, his craving taking over entirely.

...

Lynette

My feet hung off the bed, Sandra cleaned me off, and I sat up once I woke up. Far more used to it than I wanted to be. It's fine...it's over for a week.

The woman with beautiful vibrant dark brown hair held out the resignation paper as usual.

I shook my head. "No, thank you, Sandra." I have a week without any of them.

Sandra pulled it back and walked over to her desk, "I hope you enjoy your sisters' wedding this week."

"I will," I said with confidence. I pushed off the bed.

She spoke up before I reached the door, "Lynette since you'll be gone during it, happy two months."

Sandra did little jazz hands at me.

I smiled at the motion. "I appreciate it." I grabbed the knob.

"It's going to be quieter without all of you here." She said as I got to the door.

Quieter...I wish Alexander could have gone on vacation at the same time as Lev. I thought to myself as I left. I got into my car and drove home. A whelming feeling of joy and light dread. Only two months.

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