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97keanu · 1 year

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Premise: Vampire!John Wick has caught your scent, and now there's nothing that will stop him from obtaining what he craves. You on the other hand, are enjoying a night on the town dressed as an angel for Halloween. You don't realize what a mistake you've made walking into a real vampire's path.

Tags/CW: DARK FIC, Vampire!JW, Being hunted, pred/prey, innocent!reader, angel coded!reader, bimbo!reader, dumb!reader, blood drinking, regular alcohol drinking, john is an evil vampire, dub-con, dead dove don't eat, hypnotism/hypnotized!reader, reader has a secret kidnapping!kink, reader has secret dark desires, knife kink in the form of claws, biting, teasing teasing teasing !!!, mind reading, reader who is a secret slut, reader who wants to be sacrificed, major character death mentions/teased, blood doll!reader, readers fate undetermined.

A/N: I've always had a thing for vampires. In this fic, I explore some of my favorite naughty kinks, and give you an extremely long and kinky sex scene between John and reader. Hope y'all like it, be sure to heed the content warnings ʚ♥︎ɞ

He has hunted your scent for miles. That sweet, delicious blood of yours calling to him in even the faintest amount. You poor, pretty little thing, that doesn't even know she's being hunted. You laugh with friends after dark, walking in groups for safety as you enjoy the Halloween festivities. You have no idea that it doesn't matter where you go tonight. That John has already decided your blood will be his, and so it shall be. You look so dolled up too, in your tiny miniskirt and frilly, barely-there white top. On your back, two perfect, tiny fake angel wings float along your figure, a costume halo atop your head. You look pristine, and John can only imagine what all that white will look like when he's done with you. It's as if you decided to serve yourself up on a silver platter for him, unknowingly.

As you walk about the city in wobbly, chunky platforms, you giggle into the night air with friends, the mist of your breath pooling in the sky above you. You don't notice in the sea of people that is New York, that you're being stalked. You don't see the man, moving silently from building to dark alleyway, inhaling your scent as deep as he can. You don't see the fangs, that glint under street lamps as he passes. They've grown so long from desire he can hardly keep them hidden behind his lips. Luckily for John, costumed Halloween goers flood the streets. A perfect time for a creature of the night like him to be so bold in public. Tonight, he will go unnoticed.

You however go into the next club on your bar hopping adventure without a care in the world. You don't see the dark figure slipping in behind you at a speed you can't even comprehend. You walk with an air of innocence and wide-eyed wonder. You gawk at spooky displays and laugh at slasher costumes as you walk by. You know that underneath that scary mask is just some greasy twenty-something who would love to get you in bed. As if.

The lights and music blare, and you are pulled by your friends to the dance floor. You're already feeling the heat of the cocktails you've had tonight in your body, and when you move to the rhythmic music, you feel your legs wobble along lazily. Your friends pass you another drink, you don't know from where, and you consume it happily. It's sweet, bitter aftertaste goes down easily, and you enjoy your night of being young and free.

A few men try to dance with you, but when you size them up, they're so not your type. They're just too young for you, even if they are likely the same age as you. You've always loved a more mature man, someone bigger and wiser than you who can really put you in your place. Half of you fantasizes about a man like that taking you from this hedonist pit of a club, pulling you into his car and driving away. You imagine he would take you back to his house just to tie you up and keep you kidnapped there against your will. The idea has always turned you on, but none of the men in this club tonight could ever give you something like that. You continue to dance with your friends, ignoring any drunkards who try to make a pass at you with an up turned nose.

The night continues on, and more drinks find their way into your hands. You happily take them, not caring how beyond drunk you are. As you're dancing, you slowly realize how seperated you are from your friends. You glance around, looking for them in the crowd, but see no one. Instead you feel the hair on the back of your neck raise. You feel as if you're the one being watched.

When you finally find the pair of eyes on you, you see the face of a handsome, older man in the crowd. You're surprised to see a man like him in a crowd like this. He seems so suave, so opulent, and through your drunken eyes, he also seems expensive, if not rich. You saunter over, slowly dancing through the crowd, until you're close enough to the staring stranger to see how intense his eyes really are. For a moment, fear washes over you, but you shake your head, deciding yourself silly for being afraid.

John can hardly hide his delight that he has caught you, his pretty little prey angel. He hears your thoughts about a man like him taking you away, tying you up, and using you like the hole you are. John has to laugh under his breath. You could never guess how true that sentiment really is. John can imagine doing more than just tying you up, though.

He watches as you walk right over to him, he can sense the fear rising up in you. You have every right to be afraid, but you still come, like the fly to the spider. You know it, in your heart, that John is a predator. Your own senses tell you, but like the silly human you are, you ignore them. Human's have lost all superstitions for creatures like John, it almost makes it too easy to trick you into letting him in.

John pulls you in when you get close enough, he has to hide how sharp his nails are, be gentle with your fragile body, but he still senses how rough he's pulled you in. In your drunkeness, you assume you've just tripped into him.

John feels your warm, tiny body against his, and you move like a siren, obviously not as angelic as you seem. Your body ungulates on his, rubbing your backside straight into John's cock. To your surprise, he's already hard, and you blush thinking it was so easy to do such a thing to him. You don't know that it's not just your body that's turning him on. No, it's what he's imagining doing to you after he's had his fun toying with you like this. It's that sweet blood that pumps in your veins so temptingly.

He let's his hands move up your body, caressing every curve, feeling your hips and gripping them into himself, imagining how he would take you later on. His hands continue up, pressing and playing with your breasts, and for a moment, you reach up for his hands, startled by how forward this strange man is being in public. He relents, his hands moving up to caress that pretty neck of yours. In your intoxicated state, you continue to allow him to play with you.

What you don't notice is John has slowly pulled you from the crowd, isolating you from the rest of the humans having a fun Halloween weekend. You don't even realize it until John is starting to move you through a back door of the club, the night air suddenly chilling you and ruffling the feathers of your wings. You turn to face him, and he smiles so sweetly. As he smiles you notice the sharpness of his teeth, and your mind tries to explain it away as a costume, but they look so real, and so sharp. Your instincts once again tell you to run, but with the way he's looking at you, you feel a pull to him you can't explain.

It's as if everything in your brain is telling you how dangerous this man is, but your body can't get enough of him. Even being so close now, his husky, earthy scent, similar to pine trees and steel, draws you in. You feel your body tingling where he touches you on your waist and back, his finger tips freezing. He reminds you of winter itself, cold and unmoving. But you are moving aren't you? When you notice your surroundings outside his intense, dark eyes, you see you've been drawn to a dark corner of the alleyway.

You look about and notice how quiet it is, how it's as if everyone else has been banished from the area, not even the rustle of wind is making a sound. No, the only sound right now you hear is of your increasingly alarmed breath. You look back to the strange man to see he has bent you backwards, your wings now barely brushing the dirty alley, your hair swept from your neck.

Suddenly, in the moonlight, those glinting fangs don't seem so fake. In fact, they seem so real you're shaking from it. Your rabbit heart thumps relentlessly, and suddenly adrenaline floods your body. You move to run, to jump out of his grip like a frightened doe, but his hands hold you like steel.

"Who--?" You begin to say, trying to muster a scream for help that doesn't come.

"My sweet angel," John speaks for the first time to you tonight, and your entire body goes cold. "You will be so delicious..."

John doesn't care to hide it anymore, the fear has overcome all else inside you, and you know that he is dangerous.

John takes his hands to your throat, turning your head so that he may look into your eyes. You look into them, those two dark orbs, and you feel that fear wash over you again as you realize how red they are getting. You must be imagining things, it must be the lack of light, but no, you're sure of it. This mans eyes are truly, deeply, darkly red. And just when you had mustered enough sense to want to run away, he's hypnotized you. His vampiric powers of manipulation wash over your mind, over your body. You feel a false sense of calm, and your mind tries to scream for your body to run, but you can't. You're stuck there, transfixed and mouth agape, your body wanting John more than anything.

Now that he has you in such a vulnerable state, he simply picks you up, carrying you bridal style to a spot he's already picked out. He takes you to a nearby apartment, abandoned and high up enough no one will hear you scream. He has outfitted the bedroom here as the perfect vampire nest. The windows are boarded from all light, the room is adorned with candles, and he's even brought in some tools to use on you. He will take his time with you, that much was certain. You want to struggle as he sets you down on the bed, but your body doesn't move. You look up at him like a lamb to the slaughter, waiting for him to break your pretty little neck.

"Hands." He says roughly, and before you can think to deny him, you're lifting your hands I front of you, doe eyes looking at him so pitifully full of tears that won't fall.

He ties your hands skillfully together, tight and inescapable. Then he ties your hands to the bedframe above you, and you look up from there, asking for some miracle to save you.

"There will be no miracles tonight. Not for you, angel." You glance at him, wondering how he read your mind. He laughs when he sees the confusion in your eyes, his fangs yellowed by the candle light.

"Don't worry, my sweet. Being able to experience all that you have in that pretty head of yours is just half the fun..." John pets your hair before he begins to undress you.

When it's time to focus on your clothes, he has an easy answer for that. He runs his claw along your body, so sharp that even the slightest bit of pressure would surely slit your delicate skin. You can feel the hypnotism waning, but suspect that he has done this on purpose.

"Yes... I have." John answers your thought. "Now, let's hear those lovely moans of yours."

You try to scream, and it comes out as a soft murmur, something akin to being strangled. You feel tears fall down your cheeks, and gasp as you feel John apply just enough pressure to slice through your mini skirt. He plucks it off of you the way one might pluck a petal from a flower. You watch as he tosses it away, feeling the cold air on your almost nude bottom half.

He works his way back up your body, still allowing his claws to glide against your baby soft skin. He reaches your top, and snaps the straps easily, pulling the top off to reveal your breasts to him. Despite everything, you can't help how easily wet your cunt is getting.

"You may try to deny me," John says, again pulling your feelings straight from your head. "But I know you've always wanted this. That's what drew me to your blood. You have the blood of someone who knows they're prey."

"N-no..." You attempt to say, but the words barely find their way out.

"Don't lie, I can see those dark thoughts at the back of your head. How you used to touch yourself to the thought of being kidnapped. How you wished someone would tie you up, just like this. Even just tonight, you thought of this. Don't start being a brat for me now, angel. Show me how badly you've wanted this." The last sentence is a command you must follow, and when John's hands have reached up to your glossy mouth, you have no choice but to open.

You feel him place two fingers so deeply inside your mouth, your pussy trembles at the thought that he might cut you there. It's as if he's placed a knife in your mouth, so gentle, but so deadly. You close your warm mouth around his cool fingers, sucking lightly. The thoughts you've had about scenarios like this before flash in your mind, no doubt John's influence.

While he keeps you pacified, he runs his free hand down your exposed body, taking care to hold your breast, feeling your beating heart behind it. The smell of your fear and pleasure mixing in your blood has John beyond hard, he doesn't know how much longer he can contain himself before biting or fucking you. He holds back his throbbing fangs, for now.

You watch helplessly as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, moving his body down yours, until his head is lined up with your soaking cunt.

"I can smell how badly you've wanted this from here..." John teases, and you bite your lip, embarrassed of how your body betrays you.

John plays with your white, lacy panties, pulling them so taut that your pussy lips get caught around them. You moan despite yourself as John plays with your panties just so, your engorged clit getting some wanted attention.

"You're so human...denying yourself the ultimate pleasure you've been seeking, I would never dream of such a thing." John muses as you writhe against your restraints, even this slightest touch driving you mad. You think of kicking John away, but your legs just won't work for you. He has you perfectly spread for him, tied up like a present, and unable to resist.

"I'm sure all your fantasies consist of killing young, helpless women. I'm not sure that counts." Your voice whispers in a chiding tone, and by the look of John's dark eyes on you, you wish you'd held your tongue.

John pulls your panties so hard against your tender clit you let out a small scream. He moves his face to meet yours, speaking directly to you as you lay there fearful, mouth open to silent screams.

"Yes, angel. I do kill young, helpless girls. Let's see if you can be a good girl tonight and change my mind." He watches the fear pool in your eyes, breathing in the scent of it with a smirk.

You try to hold his eye contact, try to be the brave girl who fights her attacker. But that's just not you. That's never been you. You've always been soft, easily guided this way or that. You've never been particularly smart, or witty. You've gotten by on your beauty alone for so long, that you made yourself think you were more powerful than you were. Really, you're just a lost little lamb, looking to be herded, but finding the wolf instead.

John can see that, hear that in your thoughts, and he reaches up, cups your face in his hand, and pulls your eyes back to his.

"I think if you expand your mind a bit, little lamb, you may even really enjoy being drained to death..." The way his cold eyes fill with excitement at this statement makes your stomach flop. It takes everything in you to pull your chin away from his hand.

He let's you, pulling back down to your glistening cunt. John pulls your panties up and places a sharp claw under it, the soft side of his claw brushing against your clit. In one fell swoop, he cuts away your panties.

You squirm and try to make your legs close, your whining coming out between sharp breaths as you try to fight this power over you. He slowly brings his face to your quivering cunt, looking up at you with those dangerous onyx eyes.

"The sooner you realize you've always been meant to be someone's plaything, the sooner you'll find yourself loving this..." He whispers, prodding more of those sick fantasies to flash in your head.

John let's his fangs flash in the light before letting his tongue taste you. His tongue is surprisingly cool, making you recoil, but with more movement, you hate that your hips try to buck into his mouth. He's teasing your clit every so carefully, moving perfectly to keep you on edge. Your entire body floods with pleasure that you try to keep at bay.

"You know you want more...ask me..." His voice breathes against your pussy, leaving chills to run up your spin.

You hate how right he is. You want this, you want this man, no, this monster to fuck you senseless. You can't believe how sensitive you're getting even at the idea that he kills you, that you become nothing but a meal for such a powerful creature. Your blood pumps loudly in your ears as you try to ignore him down there, try to will your body not to be so sensitive to his touch, to his tongue lapping at your cunt ever so gently. You should be fighting him, screaming for your life, scheming at least for how to get yourself out of this, how to save your own life.

But when you look into his dark eyes, you know it's no use. Any plan you could come up with, he would hear. Any escape, if you somehow got out of your restraints, was futile. He was stronger, faster than you in every respect. All you could do was lay here, shuddering against the monster that's tempting you to let them make you cum. What were you supposed to do? What would the smart, cunning, witty girl do?

"P-please..." Your voice summons, and John's ears perk up at the sound.

"Please what? What changed your mind?" He looks at you curiously.

"Please...make me cum. I've..." You take a deep breath and hold it as John gives a longer lick. "I've never been the smart one, or the one who was going anywhere big in life. I'm only useful as a hole to fuck. Please fuck me and make my pitiful existence mean something."

"And if I kill you?" John teases your pussy by lightly gliding his claws across it, the feeling similar to that of a cool blade being used.

"Then I would be happy to be of use to you..." You can't believe you've said this, but you can feel John pulling the words from you with his eyes.

You close your eyes after the last word, unable to look into John's eyes any longer. After a moment, when you hear nothing, you peek at him. He looks at you like a cat presented with a shiny new toy. His interest in you is piqued more than even before.

"Maybe you will be more than a temporary plaything..." John raised his eyebrows with a hint of laughter, the sentiment didn't help much to relieve you of your fear.

Seeing you so willing to admit how much a girl like you was meant to be nothing more than fuck meat and a meal made John's cock struggle against his pants. He has grown tired of smart girls who try to escape, it always ended the same anyways. Now you, you who can admit that they are prey, that was much more interesting. The way you sacrifice yourself to him made John feel like a king, no, a God.

He could feel himself throbbing with want, wanting to take you here and now, but he was a man of his word. He would make you cum first.

He returns to your cunt, served up for him perfectly, and begins to devour you much more than before. He licks with purpose, using his tongue to give you so much attention your eyes almost roll back from the intensity. What surprises you more, leaves you gasping is when he sucks your clit into his mouth, his teeth ever so gently applying pressure and new sensitivity. You quiver and your legs seem to not be your own, muscles tensing and squirming under John's touch. You feel John's hand hold your thigh down in place, his claws knicking your skin just slightly. The pain mixed with the pleasure John gives begins to send you over the edge. When you see the small droplets of blood begin to leak from your thigh, you cum for him, moaning into the night air.

As you settle down, your heart rapidly getting away from you, your eyes lazily open and watching John, you see him move his mouth to your thigh, lapping up the blood that's been spilt there.

John licks the wounds, and the close up, but tasting your delicious blood has him unable to hold back anymore. He needs more of it. Now.

John sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, his fangs almost melting into your dainty skin. You cry out, and John bites deeper, his cock leaking from the sound of your despair, his mind reeling from how good you taste. Soon, he pulls his teeth back, sucking deeply of the blood that gushes into his mouth. As he begins to drink from you, an unimaginable wave of pleasure crashes over you.

You can barely contain yourself, your voice not your own, your moans of anguish and want, heedy and full of need. You've never felt such pleasure, not even from how well John made you cum moments before. You greedily relish in it as John drinks deeper, a free hand lifting to pet your sweet cunt, driving you mad with sensation. You feel yourself begin to cum again. Then again. And again as John continues to consume your precious blood.

John can feel your heart slowing, can sense your life force leaving you as he consumes your warmth. He has to force himself to stop, his muscles tightening and attempting to keep his jaw locked on your thigh. You're so high on pleasure you hardly notice how close to dying you really are right now. You feel yourself slipping away, as if falling into darkness and greeting it happily. Maybe he was right, maybe dying this way wasn't so bad...

John pulls his fangs from your thigh with great strength. He laps carefully at the two pinprick wounds, and watches as they slowly close, as if nothing at all had happened. You can barely hold your head up, your breath slow. You lay languidly, lolling about when John moves to get near your face.

He softly pets the side of your face and your eyes flutter open, looking up into his eyes the way Ophelia may have looked at the sky before succumbing to death. You watch, unable to process what's happening, as John slits open his own wrist, letting the blood there drop into your open mouth. The taste is sweet, bitter, and smoky, just like him. You swallow with great effort and John watches as your paleness slowly starts to perk up.

"You're going to be an interesting blood doll indeed..." He whispers as he pets your hair gently. "Now rest..." He commands and your world goes dark.

Taglist: @sunnythebunny7 @smutmaniac @worldsgreatestsinner

#john wick x reader #john wick x f!reader #vampire!john wick x reader #vampire!john wick #my writing #dark fic #dark themes

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notmyprey · 1 month

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Give me all your Jay thoughts now hand em over 🔫

Okok, *inhales*

Firstly, I know Jay is almost always seen as stuborn prey, or needy prey, and just overall prey coded. BUT hear me out yall.

Jay as a pred would just be so so funny. He never stops moving and is constantly rubbing at his prey. He talks a lot and sometimes rambles about what he is currently thinking about to whoever he ate. Also, on the topic of him talking, Jay most likely talks to himself (I am almost certain this is cannon, too), meaning half the time the prey cant tell if he is talking to them or himself.

Also, as a first-time pred, the first person he eats is most likely because he has to keep them safe and stuff. But mind you, he is small, and I swear the first time he eats someone, he will nearly choke. After that, he gets better at it and likes it more, but because of how poorly that first time went, the rest of the ninja joke about it constantly.

On the flipside, most ppl know him as prey, so I'ma rant about that too.

Again, Jay. Does. Not. Stop. Moving. For the life of him, this man can not sit still. As such, he is kind of annoying to eat at first. Once they get used to it though its not as bad.

That also does mean that everyone who eats Jay on a constant basis and knows that he doesn't stop moving absolutely goes into full-blown panic when he does stop to sleep.

He also has a small habit of sending out bits of electricity when he sneezes, so if he is sick, everyone refuses to go near him. This makes him absolutely miserable, since all he wants to do is cuddle in a tum to feel better.

I also am a firm believer of Jay bringing the most random items in with him and the ninja spitting out a fricking bag of marbles or something weird a few days later. When asked, Jay just goes, "Oh! That's where that went, " grabs it, and leaves with no context.

So yes, beautiful bean. 👍

#n.injago vore

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suzyandthefox · 3 months

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*drops to my knees*

HIM AS A PRED I AM BEGGING YOU like UG-

*Headpats you*

*Deep breath*

FUCKING YES!!!!

This guy is not A Pred, he is THE Pred!

(mild mentions of digestion below)

There's no character in cookie run that is more Pred coded than this guy!

If The term "Gentleman bastard pred" was in a dictionary, Then it has Shadow Milk's picture right next to it, this is a PURE and PERFECT example of a gentlemanly bastard!!

Jester Preds are already a favourite of mine, but the lines on this guy and the constant CONSTANT teasing he does in Beast yeast, combined with his canonical size being just, fucking huge, This is a pred that absolutely THRIVES on Fearplay!

He would tire you and chase you endlessly, and when you can't run no more, then he's going to give you a riddle, perhaps then he wouldn't eat you!

He is also a complete liar, he would be telling you shit like "I don't bite sweetheart!" And "It's not like I'm going to eat you or anything!" But you know dang well that it's complete bullshit.

Unfortunately for my safe vore loving self, I can't see this guy doing protective vore or loving vore (unless you're his spouse or something),he would do digestion with reformation, or spit you out and eat you again, or does a shit ton of mouthplay

Mouthplay is his bread and butter specifically, alongside endless taunts!

His stomach is a blue body horror nightmare, with eyes everywhere in it, just so he can say shit like "I can see you~" And he absolutely relishes in squirming prey.

I rambled too much about this but yeah, This guy specifically is walking brainrot, thank you for reminding me he exists.

#SuzyAsks #cookie run vore #cookie noms

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 2 years

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Hi can you write something about like an aftermath of a long day of court work with Eris

Long day struggles

From the moment you awoke, you had a feeling today was going to be a tough one. Ever since Beron died and Eris became a high lord, it felt like the meetings, gatherings, and whatnot were never-ending. You of course helped as much as you could, even if Eris told you countless times that you didn't need to. But you weren't about to leave your mate alone for countless hours of meetings with all kinds of lords and sulking while listening to their nonsense.

The fact that you two had to go separate ways today didn't help as well. Eris hated leaving you on your own. He trusted your ability to defend yourself. But he didn't trust others to not try and pull a stupid stunt. So two of his most trusted men went everywhere with you. You fought it long and hard, but you knew that it was either that or Eris would go gray from the paranoia that had coded his mind.

While still in your private chambers, you pressed yourself closer to your lover's chest before kissing his lips tenderly. "I'll see you tonight," you said. The idea of letting go was unsettling to him. "Please don't bite, and try to smile at least once." The fireling rolled his eyes and insisted on answering just flung the door open before turning to beam at you.

You checked in with your mate through the bond at the start of the day, but then Eris's side went cold, and you could only assume that whatever he was doing wasn't going too well. So you just focused on your duties, for now, smiling at the citizens as you visited different healers and craftsmen, to ensure that everything was running smoothly and the transition wasn't affecting them or their work badly.

Then the dinner hour approached, and you could sense your two guards getting tired, you sent both of them back to the main mansion. Even if they fought against it, you waved them off, promising to return before Eris did so they wouldn't get in trouble.

When you entered the main hall, the place felt way quieter than it usually was. However, in your tired state, you didn't pay too much attention, tiredly undoing your braids as you climbed the stairs. You felt Eris in your chambers before you saw him.

And when you did see him his eyes were wild as he approached you, "Are you out of your mind?", his voice was harsher than usual, and you found yourself frowning, "You infuriate me, woman".

The tips of Eris's fingers cracked with flames, but you didn't back away. "Eris, what's going on?", "What's going on?", throwing his hands in the air, Eris leaned even closer to you. "Why do I find out that my mate's guards were sent back but you stayed in the city?"

Right... So he did find out. Oh, mother, give strength. "Their work hours ended...", "Their working hours never end; even when they sleep, they are working!"

You knew that for the most part it was his tiredness and overthinking talking, so you walked closer to your mate. Pressing your palms against his chest. His skin was boiling and accompanied by a rapidly beating heart. Instead of talking, you closed your eyes and sent comforting and reassuring emotions through the golden thread that bound you.

"You need to take a day off and rest because this, this is not you," you pointed at him, "and I get that you are worried. But I'm also worried. Worried about you", your voice was calm, with every word that you spoke putting out the fires that blazed inside the high lord.

"If something happens to you...", you reached for him, wrapping your hands around Eris's torso, "I'll fight till my last breath to come back to you. You know I would give them hell", you hoped this would lighten the mood, but Eris only shook his head.

"I don't care about anything but you. I would go insane if you died." The worry that ran through him was deeply rooted. You knew that he blamed himself for many things that had happened before and for all the people he had hurt in the process.

"My love, we can't predict the future but I promise to not give you any more frights like today", Eris pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, "At least let me know in advance so I would know where to find you", smiling up at him you nodded your head, before leaning closer to kiss the last bits of Eris's fear away.

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All acotar writings taglist: @brekkershadowsinger @cityofidek

#eris vanserra x reader #eris x you #acotar imagine

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ruby-the-kaiju · 3 months

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Hi! Im new here and Im so glad to have found a safe space for this kind of stuff. Recently had an RE related thought about Leon finding a shrunken test subject in a lab somewhere and just absolutely being smitten over them and I just HAD to share it with someone. Have a good day/night wherever you are.

-♤

!!!

YESSSSSSSSS

OUGH Leon is such a comfort pred for me considering just how cute he is in RE2R

He’s very golden retriever coded in it and what better person to be a caring and loving pred like OUGHHHHHHHHHHH

#safe vore #soft vore #g/t vore #v.ore #sfw vore #v0re #protective vore #vore thoughts #extreme cuddling #protection vore

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hooter-n-company · 1 year

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Since @twistedtummies2 recently posted a drawing I made for his birthday (you can find it here) staring this spindly fella, I thought I might as well give him an official introduction. Do be warned, he’s one of the more sinister and cruel preds in my roster, so things veer more towards fatal when he’s involved. I also don’t really have a backstory for him at this time, so I’ll just jump right into the bio.

More info under the cut:

Name: Venandi Spinnerak

Pronouns: He/him

Age: Unknown

Species: Arachni-taur

Role: Pred

Height: 9.5 feet tall

Abilities: Tough exoskeleton, heightened senses, nocturnal vision, venomous bite, salivary enzymes, spider silk

Personality: Cunning, cold, sophisticated, and smooth, Venandi is a fiendish trickster who specializes in ensnaring his prey both figuratively and literally. On the outside, he may come off as charming and civilized, but beneath that facade is a ravenous predator with food constantly on the brain. He is incredibly arrogant, viewing most other creatures as below himself on the food chain, but as a result, his own hubris and superiority often leads to his downfall and many meals escaping from his clutches. Venandi is also prone to being deeply flustered and humiliated, especially when he's outsmarted by someone he thinks is "beneath him". Despite his cruel tendencies, Venandi isn't really evil (or at least he doesn't view himself that way). He doesn’t have a strict moral code, and simply does what he does because he’s hungry and not because he’s a sadist, although he does enjoy the thrill of the hunt and playing with his food from time to time. He’s a pretty staunch believer in “survival of the fittest”, so he’s comfortable with the explanation that every creature he devours just wasn’t fast or crafty enough to escape. To him, they get the honor of adding to a much more powerful, “worthy” creature.

Likes: Hunting, squirmy meals (rabbits are his favorite), striking fear into his victims, weaving, sculptures, interior decorating, playing the fiddle, polishing his exoskeleton

Dislikes: Being outsmarted, feathers (they give him a rash), creatures bigger and stronger than he is, deep water, bright light, indigestion, molting, criticism of his art

Other Info:

-Venandi ives in an underground burrow, setting traps nearby to catch prey. He is primarily an ambush predator.

-His venom causes temporary paralysis, but a large dose can kill

-Passes food back and forth between two stomachs until fully softened (first one mainly for mechanical digestion, the other chemical)

-Despite being larger than normal for his species, he has been cursed with an abnormally weak and sensitive fore-stomach and is very prone to bellyaches if he doesn't restrain his prey.

-Has a pet frog to clear out flies in his burrow. His name is Brutus. XD

#hooter draws #venandi spinnerak #vore pred #character bio

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smolfangurl40 · 1 year

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So I was curious

Most fandoms I've been in have had "the fanfic", AKA the one fanfiction that most if not all fans know about.

Examples of this are: Like Father Like Son in the ROTTMNT fandom Repeated Consequences in the LMK fandom and For the Forgotten Ones in the UTMV fandom

So I wanted to know if there was a fanfic in the Sun and Moon Show fandom that everyone knew about, but I didn't want to just ask on Tumblr or TikTok since my content doesn't get too popular on either platform unfortunately, I wouldn't get the responses to know.

Instead, I went onto AO3, and looked through the tag, completely unfiltered.

Results are based on the number of hits the fanfic got, and I'll be linking them. Also, all fics listed will be from when I see them and when this post was made (September 20th, 2023), some of them are incomplete at the time that this post was made. Now here are the top 5 fanfics under the Sun and Moon Show tag on AO3.

Kill Code, You Are the Father by I_See_Four Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Language: English Word count: 92,063 words Chapters: 38/42 Hits: 7,485 Summary: "An Alternate Dimension where KC tries to build his family and connect with his sons. Due to miscommunications and general Kill Code shenanigans, it's a rocky road but attempts were made. Lunar gets caught in the middle. Just when things are looking up, old conflicts and threats of alternative dimensional possibilities come back to haunt them. Diverges from the Sun and Moon show lore roughly around "Bloodmoon and Killcode TEAM UP?!"." https://archiveofourown.org/works/48245161/chapters/121668802

According to Plan by TheDeadBread88 Rating: General Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Language: English Word count: 38,786 Chapters: 13/? Hits: 6,898 Summary: "What if Eclipse made yet another mistake? Would he learn from it all?" https://archiveofourown.org/works/44699914/chapters/112465711

Stress Relief by DotPixel Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Language: English Word count: 15,383 Chapters: 5/7 Hits: 6,435 Summary: "Dealing with his overflowing emotions, Sun seeks out to kill Eclipse once and for all. He wasn't expecting to make a deal with the other in the process." Personal warning before you read this: The creator doesn't view Sun and Eclipse as being related at all, but they added the incest tag for whatever reason. Maybe because most people who read it will see them as siblings? I'm not sure. But warning for that. https://archiveofourown.org/works/45441583/chapters/114331249

Archives of the Celestial Fairies by Meg_le_Shark_Bean Rating: General Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Language: English Word count: 57,499 Chapters: 18/? Hits: 6,220 Summary: "Do you believe in fairies? If so, come along and take a peek into the magic-filled lives of the Sundrop fairy and the Moondrop fairy! This is a collection of one-shot stories following the many adventures and shenanigans of the celestial fairy twins! A majority of these come from prompts received on tumblr. Needed tags and warnings will be applied in notes but each story is relatively safe and readable for most audiences." https://archiveofourown.org/works/46332712/chapters/116652244

Daycare Nommin' by Sephypsychologist Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Language: English Word count: 22,501 Chapters: 17/? Hits: 5,709 Summary: "a collection of cute fluffy vore stories (unconnected) with Sun and Moon as preds" Personal warning before you read this: It's literally just vore. It's not even sexual. It's just vore. https://archiveofourown.org/works/37929703/chapters/94723831

#sams #tsams #the sun and moon show #sams fanfic #tsams fanfic #the sun and moon show fanfic #sun and moon show #sun and moon show fanfic #longer post #this took so long

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pixeljade · 7 months

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Idk. I mean on the one hand threatening the CEO while saying "I wonder what itll take to get me banned" DOES fall under Play Stupid Games Win Stupid Prizes, but. I still have a lot more sympathy for Predstrogen than Photomatt in all this.

I get that threats of violence are never okay but enforcement has been alarmingly selective over Tumblr's history. Yeah Photomatt blames that on an "external contractor" but that doesnt let Tumblr off the hook imo, thats still a choice you made. You DECIDED to contract with them, and therefore you should take some responsibility, and not just shrug it off as someone else's doing. Foisting responsibility onto others is a very VERY childish move, up there with naming a company after yourself!

The reality is, as a trans woman online, I've been chased off one platform after another, while watching cis people who do the same shit as me get away with it endlessly. I got doxxed by Nazis on twitter way back when, you wanna know how Twitter protected me? By recommending I block the user. I got harassed so heavily during that era that I ended up having to delete my account, setting back my career YEARS, just to get a bit of peace.

Now here on Tumblr I've been slightly safer, but I still get death threats, suicide suggestions. And I've had a LOT of those continue on without a hitch on technicalities. "Technically they didnt tell you to kill yourself, they just told you to join the 41%, which could mean ANYTHIIIIING". 🙄 Still, I gave them the benefit of the doubt, because my work and life experience has shown me that moderation of communities is a tricky thing: make one move that could be viewed as overstepping policy or making exceptions, and you open yourself to lawsuits. I know this, I have written policy and enforced it in different spaces.

But the answer in these cases is to update your policies to clarify, not to continue blindly following these bad policies. And, in situations wherein a person with a platform DOES seem to be sending death threats over a genuine misunderstanding, maybe try talking it out with them first??? Does your policy not take that into account Photomatt? Every policy I've ever seen on user code of conduct allows for discussion. So why not just talk it out with Predstrogen and clear up the misunderstanding instead of deleting her account and threatening to call the cops on her?

@photomatt that post comes across to me (and seemingly the greater trans community here) as immensely tonedeaf. Predstrogen made a frankly extremely unserious "threat post" about you (car covered in hammers? Really? This sounds like a real threat to you?) most likely angry over some misunderstanding over the management of this site (something which transfem people are IMMENSELY on guard regarding because well, have YOU SEEN THE NEWS LATELY), and you decided to react by hitting her with a ban, no appeals allowed, and *threatening to call the cops on her*??? It straight up feels like you didnt even try to empathize, to recognize your privilege, to understand, none of that. And you may be thinking reading this "I shouldnt have to do that while being threatened!" But again, the threat example you use is not one which is really actionable on Preds part. Its a *joke*, albeit a poorly chosen one.

I did see a post this morning that said "if Photomatt saw the kind of death threats I receive daily he'd throw up" or smth to that effect, and god thats the truth here. If you want to prove otherwise then stop this crusade and talk it out like an adult.

Or you can just ban me too. If ya do you'll be setting back another trans woman's career. In case he does, mutuals, find me on bluesky, @cosmotropic.bsky.social! Because frankly I wouldnt be surprised if the lashback here causes another purge. Photomatt, do better or not, you have the choice here.

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luminberry · 2 years

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Predmos? [Pred Deimos with whoever you see fit as prey]

First time for De1mos! and Gonna use him for lore hueheue

De1mos unknowingly starts some shit after subjecting some agents to some unknown pink mist :3c

The mission had gone a bit wayward after the Agents had managed to separate him and S4nford mid mission. S4nford had radio'd in ealier to tell him he had escaped safely but it'd take a while for him to circle back safely to where they last remembered seeing one another.

De1mos had managed to get into a security room and lock the doors behind him before he got cornered. But thankfully for the resourceful hacker he knew how to keep himself safe, and maybe tackle two birds with one stone.

"Alright lessee if this ol hunka junk still works.. Maybe the security system can be rigged from in here? Would be funny if I can turn the damn guns on em for once."

Sitting in front of several derelict looking monitors, De1mos got to work slowly but surely hacking his way into the systems database, something that he enjoyed knowing they rarely if at all remembered to change passwords or codes even after all this time.

Several quite moments of typing, occasionally interrupted by his pursuers banging on the door and demanding he let them in immediately, De1mos let out a hum of satisfaction. All the systems read ready for operation, now he could do whatever he wanted to those stupid goons waiting for him outside..he just needed to see what was available.

"Hm..got the good ol'reliable bullet turrets..but those only got so many rounds.. Could use their flame throwers for fun? Mmm naahh they'd take forever to die that way.."

Looking through his options, one in particular caught his eye. It was something he didn't remember seeing being in use in any other base he and S4nford broke into for intel. It was just labelled "Neutralizer. Powder Variant." and nothing else.

"Hmm guess we got RnD somewhere here cooking up new stuff? Guess I'll test it for em! Let's see what it does, sound good to you guys outside?"

"Stop fucking around in there and give yourself up before we knock this door in!"

"Heheheyeah right..sounds like a yes to me."

A few lines of code later and the alarms kicked up something bad, followed by a rather intimidating shutter door sliding down on De1mos's side of the doorway, effectively sealing him inside. The noise outside went from angry to confused..to very much alarmed. De1mos, curious as to what he started, clicked his way to the outside security cams to watch what was about to happen outside the door, listening to the now muffled 4gents outside as well.

"H-Hey! What the hell did you just do in there? What he fucks going on, get that door open!"

"There's a shutter?? I can't get it to open up they're all locked down here too! When did we install this? Oh fuck, GET AWAY FROM THE VENTS NOW."

De1mos watched the cameras with interest as a odd mist of some sort started rolling out of the vents, looking up briefly to find he was safe on this side of the door..It must of been made as a deterrent for takeovers or the like..Not that it was doing them any good now honestly. Several heated seconds of panic and yelling later, everything fell silent outside.

"hm, done already out there? Jeeze they weren't kidding when they said it was a neutralizer..Wonder if it killed em all..Can't see shit on the screen. Guess I gotta wait for it to clear?"

Looking around at the few other unused screens one caught his attention, it was blank aside from a few command prompts waiting to be initiated.

"Oh what we got here? Lessee...oh hey I think this might be for the shit I just unleashed on those guys..I can reverse the vents to get rid of that weird mist shit, then get the hell outta here finally. Fordie's gonna be amazed I cleared the whole base out doing fuck all hehe. Let's clear this stuff up first.."

Setting off the first command prompt cause a secondary alarm to go off followed what sounded like the worlds most decrepit vacuum to go off for five minutes before shutting off at last. Watching the door shutters slowly rise back up, he figured the coast was clear and safe at last to try and escape.

Grabbing his gear, De1mos wasted no time in heading out to the halls more out of curiosity to see the damage that weird mist caused with everyone.

Once out in the hall proper he was shocked to see...nothing? Everything was left untouched aside from scattered weapons and several dented doorways someone tried to break down for escape..He didn't even see any bodies..?

"Huuh? That's weird..nothing here at all? What the hell did it do to em? Did it fuckin vaporize em? Damn.."

Not even their clothes remained..De1mos was a bit concerned and interested, he'd have to find the RnD department here and see about finding out what it was that he did, maybe Doc would be interested in it.

Walking down the hall something moved out of the corner of his eye, making him stop with a hum. Something was still out here? Curiosity running high he moved towards the box he saw the shape dart behind and moved it aside, blinking in shock at what he found.

Three or four mini 4gents stared up at him in horror..perfectly tiny down to the little shades..De1mos couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was enough of a shock that he let out a cackle in disbelief.

"Wh-what the hell?? You guys are fucking microscopic!! Holy shit..c'mere lemme look at ya, c'mon its fine its fine I promise.."

It was surreal watching the other two try and flee after he nabbed the closest one in a loose grip, his other free hand quickly snatching up the remaining 4gents.

"Lookit you guys..so fuckin small..That stuff shrank you so bad, issit like permanent or something?"

"Wh-wh-Stop put me back down, I don't know about any of this- most of us were brand new hires! Please- I don't wanna die.."

"Hey hey..stop blubbering at me jeeze.. You weren't bein so nice ten minutes ago when you were shooting at me and my buddy. Think I should just let that shit slide?"

"uhh...yes? please..?"

"Pft fat chance shorties..Just gotta figure out what to do with you guys..Wonder if there's any more of you hiding here.."

Looking around he found two more a few feet away hiding poorly underneath a table clutching one another. Five in total De1mos wondered what he could possibly do with them as he watched them squirm and beg in his grasp.

A low gurgling pang from his midsection moments later cut through his thoughts and silenced his small audience in one swoop as he grinned devilishly down at them.

"..Hmm I think I know just what to do with you lil guys..How bout we do some lunch and see how things go from there, sound good?"

"No-nonono! You can't be serious here, you can't eat us!"

"Sure I can buddy, here I'll even let you go first since you spoke up."

"Ah- oh maker..wait wait please!"

"Nuh uhh~ I'm starvin here buddy, c'mon and help me out."

De1mos grinned and opened his mouth up wide as he moved to drop the terrified 4gent onto his awaiting tongue, quickly closing his jaws with a snap before they could try and escape..He'd seen h4nk do this several times before, and while he could never eat someone the same size..well someone smaller like this was easily doable.

Feeling the small form thrash and wriggle in his mouth he hummed as the taste of sour candies filled his mouth, making him scrunch his face up a bit in reaction. It wasn't a bad taste at all but not quite what he expected 4gents to taste like. A few minutes passed and he noisily gulped them down, feeling them drop into his empty stomach a moment later and begin to kick and thrash away in there.

"Huh so that's what it feels like..not too bad but damn I hope the rest of you don't all taste the same..Might need to find something to wash you guys down with if that's the case.. How bout you next? Gotta free up one hand here anyways."

The next one was popped into his mouth before they could even start begging to be spared..De1mos humming happily around them as the flavor of hot chocolate flooded his senses, he didn't mind taking a bit more time tasting them.

The poor 4gent couldn't fight as they were pressed to the roof of his mouth and curled about that massive tongue before finally being sent down to join their teammate in his stomach at last.

The others were easy enough to get down his throat as well, from fruity to even savory he enjoyed their strangely delicious tastes before all five were tucked away in his stomach at last.

"urp..Well damn that went alot better than I expected, no wonder H4nk can't control himself around you guys..never expected you all to taste so good..Which I guess is a weird thing to say but..eh."

As De1mos talked he navigated the now empty halls, making his way towards RnD. He chose to ignore the few little shapes running in fear from him now and then, he was already full and didn't quite want to overstuff himself like his teammates tended to do.

Finding the sector he was looking for it didn't take too long for him to locate the computers talking about the weird mist he had triggered. There was even some samples locked away he broke into to grab, a small looking jar containing what looked like ordinary bakers sugar colored a soft pastel pink.

"Doc's gonna love this stuff once I show him the data on it..could make clearing bases alot easier and less bloody.."

"-1mos, come in De1mos..HEY CHUCKLEHEAD YOU HEAR ME?? Come innn alreadyy"

S4nfords loud voice started the distracted Hacker for a moment, he had completely forgotten he needed to meet up with his partner still. Grinning he pinged back, eager to tell them about the discovery he made.

"Hey Fordie there you are! You won't believe what the hell I just found in here!"

"Does it gotta do with why there's like a hundred tiny 4gents running around the halls like scared mice?"

"....Maaybe..I'm at RnD where you at?"

"I'm back at the entrance, guess we got everything we need if none of these goons can even fight back anymore..What the hell did you do to em?"

"Hang on I'll come meet you at the entrance and explain, try grabbing a few of em if you can."

"uhhh alright, I can try grabbing three or four.."

"Good, see ya inna few 'Ford buddy!"

"See ya inna bit"

Grinning to himself he patted his slightly swollen gut and raced off to meet up with his partner, pocketing the pink powder for later.

#g/t vore #extreme cuddling #mawdness combat #mawedness combat #implied fatal

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thefanciestborrower · 5 months

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Okay so we all know Laios is the perfectest goofy little switch there ever was right? Very happy to eat people or get eaten he’s not picky. And Falin has the exact same energy as her brother in that regard I think they’re both the perfect switch characters. Great to mess around with and throw in all kinds of situations. In fact, it’s pretty easy to tell the alignment of the rest of the characters since they all fit some common vore archetypes

So tell me WHY! My brain has decided to take CHILCHUK. The single most prey coded character in the ENTIRE STORY and make him a PRED. WHY

It could easily be Senshi! Look at him bro would make a fantastic pred! But no. No it has to be Chil for some godforsaken reason

#help me everyone my brain is broke.#I wanna throw Laios into Chilchuk’s guts and idk what that says about the way I view the characters #soft vore #safe vore #fandom vore #dungeon meshi vore

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97keanu · 1 year

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could i request some loser! neo x reader where's he's her stalker 😳

Premise: Neo sees you on the train and just knows he has to have you.

Tags/CW: f!reader, stalker!neo, loser!neo, dark content, obsessive!neo, innocent!reader, shy!reader, neo has never had a girlfriend, age gap, heavy on Neo's perspective since a lot of this reader has no clue what is going on, sexually frustrated!neo, p in v mentions, tiniest bit of a slow burn (for set up purposes), pred coded!neo, prey coded!reader, Neo is a C R E E P fr!, Neo watches you through your webcam, long distance mutual masturbation, Neo fakes being an interested innocent love interest, Neo steals your panties, Intro of Neo taking you on a date despite secretly stalking you.

Authors note: Part One imagine for a Part Two full fic. The fic is dark, please take content warnings at your own risk.

. ｡✩ You've just sat down after rushing to catch the train, your breath beginning to regulate, flustered and pulling your hair back from your face. You feel the heat in your cheeks despite the night air being colder lately, and lean a cheek against the cool window. You stare out into the night as it begins to drift by, stars and cityscape getting lost in the blur.

. ｡✩ This train car has less residents at the moment than usual, likely since the time of night. You don't really look to anyone in particular, instead choosing to keep to yourself, your gaze away from other passengers. You have no idea that you, however, have been noticed.

. ｡✩ Neo is sitting across from you, and from the moment you rushed inside the car, he was intrigued. You, who despite being flustered by almost missing the train, seem to float into your seat. Neo is taken back by your beauty, he sees you and feels as if he's seen an angel. Neo has to look away from you to compose himself. He begins to internally degrade himself for being so caught up in you. He knows someone like you would never talk to a loser like him. In fact, as he glances back to you, your face turned away from him towards the window, he can see his own reflection, hazy from the distance.

. ｡✩ Even in the haze, Neo can see the dark circles around his eyes, his pale skin jumping out from all the darkness surrounding him. There's just something about him that seems off. He looks almost sickly, Neo concludes. His lack of sleep is obvious. The way his face has such thin and sharp angles are also telling, but that's what happens when a man only survives off of cigarettes and black coffee.

. ｡✩ Neo knows how he looks, especially to women. He hasn't caught the eye of anyone in years, and he hates to admit that at 35 he still hasn't really had a girlfriend. As he continues down that thought rabbit hole, he glances back to you, and can't help but feel his stomach tighten at your perfectness. How simple, yet affective your soft demeanor is. He imagines that if were able to magically choose a girlfriend, he would want her to look like you. You with your youth and beauty. From the looks of it, you must be in your early 20s, and Neo almost feels ashamed of how old he has gotten. Someone like him shouldn't even be thinking of someone like you. He was certain that others would find him to be a creep if they knew the kind of thoughts he was developing for you in such a short time.

. ｡✩ Neo's hand clutches onto his pant legs as he tries to look away from you, to stop thinking about you looking over at him. He hates how badly he wants your attention right now, and if his thoughts were wishes you would glances up from the window, smile at him, and give him want he craves. He can just imagine you from there, the rest of the passengers of the car fading away from his imagination, on the two of you on this train car. You would stand up, and slyly come over, straddling him. Your dress tonight, while not immodest, is currently riding up and showing just the smallest hint of your thighs. Neo imagines that when you do straddle him, he would get to run his hands up your dress and get to caress those lovely thighs of yours. Neo feels himself zoning in on your thighs right now actually, and prays you don't catch him watching. He keeps telling himself to stop, it's not normal to think these things about a stranger, but his sleep deprived mind keep urging him on. Soon he can barely stay seated the same way, his cock struggling against his pants. He glances back up at your tender, innocent face, both disgusted with himself, and again, dreaming you would just give a glance his way.

. ｡✩ He about jumps out of his skin when the train hits a bump, the car bouncing just a bit, the lights flashing, and for a second he believes some supernatural force is trying to berate him for his thoughts. That is, until, when he glances back to you, who has also taken a small, worried look up at the lights, before you drop your gaze back down and directly meets Neo's deep, dark eyes. He watches you with his breath held, seeing how gentle and kind your eyes are for the first time fully.

. ｡✩ You hadn't been paying any mind to the rest of the world, your mind had been trailing around all the things you must do when you get home, despite being so tired from your extra long shift tonight. Usually you don't work so late, but tonight was different. You could almost feel it in the early autumn air. Something was changing, you just didn't know what. You had read your horoscope today, finding that it vaguely mentioned something about a turmoil in your love-life, though you highly doubted that applied to you, seeing you didn't have a boyfriend. It didn't give much help for the real part of your day, which was taking care of rude customers and 3 no call no shows for your shift. The real turmoil was in how badly your feet ached, and how the muscles in you face were sick of smiling on automatic all day long.

. ｡✩ That's why when you're suddenly pulled to paying attention to the real world, finding the sharp, dark eyes of a stranger, you can't help but smile softly. You almost wish you didn't do it, but there was no commanding it, it just came out like that. You hated being rude after all, and a small smile to a stranger really wasn't a big deal. Somehow though, the way the man across from you seems to light up from your attention has you wondering if that smile was a good thing or not. He wasn't an ugly man per se. He could be quite handsome in fact, if he found himself some better sleep and cleaned up a bit. You actually have to dart your eyes away in embarrassment when you realize that you are now gazing back at him just as intently as he is you.

. ｡✩ Neo can hardly believe it. It's just like he imagined it, you glancing up and smiling, so softly, so angelically. To him, it's as if you've spared him from his grief of thoughts. He also finds himself wondering, was this meant to be then? It's like a wish come true, and he isn't really sure he is ready to let that go. He sees as you look away with embarrassment from your own moment of staring, and he wants to call out to you and tell you "No, please keep looking, I want to be held by your eyes, your gaze that is so gentle, so sweet".

. ｡✩ Neo tries to build the courage for the rest of the ride to speak to you, but you don't look his way once again. He can feel the train slowing to his stop soon, and he knows he doesn't have much time to make a decision. He's practically sweating over the whole ordeal, trying to decide if he's even worthy to talk to you or not. As he's doing this, he is surprised for the second time tonight when you begin to stand, gathering your things, and ready to had off the train at the same stop as Neo.

. ｡✩ This is it. Neo has to decide. His cowardly demeanor gets the better of him, and he can't bring himself to make words form in his throat. He simply watches as you glide past him without a second thought his way, and Neo finds his legs frozen for a moment. He may not be able to speak to you now, but he can't just let you leave his life for good. He has to do something.

. ｡✩ Later he will justify this. Tell himself "It's okay, you had to, you couldn't let her just leave forever." or "Besides, it's late, a woman like her needs to be protected." and that will quiet the nudging doubt in his mind. For now, he is not thinking much at all. He almost feels animalistic, as if suddenly he's found himself hunting you, the pretty little prey in the night. He slips off the train silently, letting you go far enough ahead that you won't notice his dark form stalking behind you.

. ｡✩ As you pass yellowing streetlight after another, those tiny beacons of the dark Chicago night, you start to have a uneasely feeling, but you choose to ignore it, instead walking just a bit faster towards your apartment. You come to it eventually, slipping inside without a look behind you, locking the door just to feel a bit safer. You go into your bedroom to unwind after the day, and have no second thoughts about your slightly open window blinds.

. ｡✩ Neo will tell himself later he was doing what was good for such an innocent little lamb like you, making sure you got home safely. He will not admit that he's the wolf you should be afraid of. Instead he will please himself to what he saw through the tiny slit of your window. The golden light of your room shining through to his awaiting eyes, your perfect form slowly undressing after a long day. He can't help but wish it was him assisting you, slowly moving his fingers across your skin, slipping off any piece of fabric until you're completely naked for him.

. ｡✩ Soon enough, Neo is finding himself outside your apartment more and more. He can't help but to check in on you. Even with the show you unknowingly gave him early, he finds himself so intrigued just from watching you do the smallest of things. Whether how you tilt your head to the side every time you check the kitchen for a snack, or how you softly hum or sing around the house while cleaning, your image has him completely entranced. He can hardly keep up with his day job, instead choosing to call out often to get sleep after staying up late making sure you were still there. He worries if he sleeps you will surely disappear as if you were a dream all along. It eats at him how close he can get to you, and how far away he is from ever getting to actually interact with you.

. ｡✩ He starts to feel as if he can't get through the day without thinking of you, along with being away from you being so painful for him. He ends up buying a camera, not the type that you have to take in to develope either. He wants the instantaneous feeling that a Polaroid gives. He has to be so careful that you won't hear or see the cameras flash, but somehow that makes all of this so much more exciting for him. He keeps a photo in his wallet to get through the day.

. ｡✩ This is how Neo stayed under your radar for the first few weeks. That is until it wasn't enough for him. He began watching your every move, checking your schedule, and devising a plan to get into your apartment. He noticed your computer that first night, and he's been dreaming of hacking it since then. When he finally does enact his plan, he can hardly believe how easy it was to get in. You really should lock your doors more often, but in someway, Neo likes to imagine you wanted this, left it open for him, just like how you smiled at him on the train on that fateful day.

. ｡✩ He ends up hacking into your computer just as easily, giving himself full control of it, and even taking to your nice little webcam. He has ideas for that later, of course. He also takes this opportunity to walk through your home, picking up your little knicknacks and examining your prized possessions with the utmost interest. He's learning so much about you from what you leave around. The whole thing excites him, and he finds himself idolizing you. He wants to think of himself as a concerned boyfriend here, only one you can't know you have. For your own good, of course.

. ｡✩ He also can't forget the adorable underwear he saw you wearing the first time he saw you. He is delighted to find them in your room, and against his better judgements, he takes them, agreeing to never take something from your room again to justify it.

. ｡✩ That night Neo logs on from home, getting such a lovely pixelated view of your room. He can't believe how he's caught you either. With the perfect view of your bed, he finds you there, half naked and exposed to him, so innocent in thinking that you can get away with a private moment of ecstacy. Neo loves how you play with yourself, watching you with a burning hunger behind his eyes, wishing it was him giving you such pleasure.

. ｡✩ He imagines being there, parting your lovely legs and getting between them. He wants you to try to be modest, attempting to cover yourself or close your legs to him. He loves the idea of you being so shy about your gorgeous body. That you would never give such a beautiful body to anyone but him. He wants to lean down and kiss your lovely lips, then down to your neck where he can sink his teeth into your soft flesh and tease you. You would moan out in a way that leaves Neo breathless, gripping onto him and telling him how badly you want him.

. ｡✩ Neo thinks of this as he begins to unleash his hard cock from his jeans, his eyes glued to your form, watching your lips part with pleasure. He keeps your stolen panties close, taking them in his free hand and inhaling your scent, the idea of being able to eat you out making him so much harder. He would let you smother him with those gorgeous thighs, doing his best to keep up with your bucking hips. He can feel himself getting closer as he imagines it, taking the time to slow himself down, and watch you. He wants to cum at the same time, imagining he's the one who pushes you over the edge. He can hardly hold himself back, but he does, training himself on your form writhing on his computer screen. As soon as he sees you achieving your bliss, it's over for him, he can't help moan out your name as he finishes, almost as if he's making an oath of some sort to you.

. ｡✩ This becomes routine for him, if he's not outside your apartment he's watching you from his. He keeps your polaroid up to date in his wallet, and the old ones begin to adorn his walls. He just can't get enough of you. He knows, deep down, that you would never approve of any of this, never even talk to him again if you found out, but he can't stop himself. He's addicted to you, and he knows he can't quit you.

. ｡✩ You slowly start to notice odd things. You come home to your apartment sometimes, believing that you left one thing in a place, and finding it to be different. You can't help but feel crazy. It's the smallest things, harmless things. Your book is placed on the table differently, you can't find where you put that journal, you feel like your panty drawer is lighter, and they've yet to show up in the wash. When you tell your friends, no one bats an eye. They don't seem concerned at all, in fact one jokingly suggests maybe you have a ghost. You can't help but feel a chill, because while you don't feel like there is something paranormal happening here, ghost is the perfect word for it. You feel as if some shadowy figure has been following you as of late. It's just a feeling, one that puts the hair on your neck on end, a shiver down your spine, makes you walk home faster than normal. You can't prove any of this, of course, but you know something is off. The autumn air feels tainted every time you leave the house, you feel as if this taint is drifting with you everywhere you go.

. ｡✩ After a few months of getting to know you so intimately, reading your journals, taking note of the books you read, the movies you watch, where you work, what you do when you're all alone, how you talk in your sleep, Neo decides to do something bold. He cleans himself up, looking the best he has in a while, trying to hide his sleepy eyes behind a nice shirt and a good grooming. He approaches where you work, a cute little bookstore. The bells on the door chime as he walks in, a friendly demeanor in his stride.

. ｡✩ He comes in, and of course asks if you have your most read and worn book he found at your apartment. You have no idea about that of course, and instead see him as this handsome customer who somehow has an interest in your most beloved book. You talk to Neo with pleasure, and help him acquire the book. The whole interaction is a pleasant part of your day, whereas for Neo, his heart is racing the whole time. He feels as if he is a wolf in sheep's clothing, stalking his prey with such subtly and ease that he can hardly believe that it worked. He was sure you would see through his disguise, or recognize him from the train all those months ago. But you don't. Instead, when you ride home that night, you do think of him. You are somewhat crushing on this tall dark stranger, but you also can't shake an odd feeling when you think of him. You think it must be his eyes, for he seems so hungry and tired when he looked at you.

. ｡✩ Neo becomes a regular at the bookstore, showing up every week at least, and asking about books from you until you two are on a first name basis. Most of the books he asks for, you have always surprisingly read. But that's not unusual, you tell yourself, you're well read, it makes sense that you've heard of them. You still can't shake that strange feeling when you see Neo, but despite that, your crush for him grows. You begin blushing when he jokes with you about this or that, and you listen so intently about his opinion on the books you recommend him. You begin to care about what you wear to work, and wonder if he will come in. The leaves outside begin to turn orange by the time you start admitting to yourself the power those dark eyes hold on you.

. ｡✩ Then came the roses. You work for a local bookstore, and it's not unusual for other coworkers to receive this or that from their boyfriends or husbands. You're surprised when your name is placed on the note, along with a poem you know and love. You have such a heat in your cheeks from the beautiful and expensive looking bouquet that you have to go in the back to giggle to yourself. You think you know who sent them, but when Neo arrives for another book later in the week, he doesn't seem to let anything up to show it's him. He doesn't seem to deny it either when you mention them, and somehow his aloofness and mystery wraps you deeper around his finger. Neo knows this, and can barely conceal his teeth behind his smile. He can't let his little lamb know how exactly he has tricked her into such a romance.

. ｡✩ What really surprises Neo later though is how when he catches you playing with yourself once again, it's his name you're whispering out to your dark bedroom. He can barely contain himself. If he went with his hunter instinct he would go over to your place in that instant and fuck you senseless. He has to do everything in his power not to. He sleeps well knowing he's succeeded in enrapturing you.

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