#pred/prey relationship

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

NSFW Warning: This contains people mentioning having sex. They do not have sex in this, but it is mentioned that they did. Honestly not sure how required this warning is in this case but I’m not taking any chances.

Bastion: *brooding after having sex with Ida for the first time*

Ida: *tired but staying awake to address whatever angsty nonsense this is* “Hey you, that’s a very thinky frown”

Bastion: “Ida, what are we?”

Ida: *hums* “Good question, well I’m squatting in your freaky death house and you’re trying to eat me sooo Tom and Jerry?”

Bastion: “I only meant that we just had sex”

Ida: *drily* “So did Tom and Jerry.”

Bastion: *fretting* “I really like you.” Ida: “Yep, that’s been made very clear.”

Bastion: “But I want to eat you”

Ida: “Also, been made pretty clear.”

Bastion: “And I would like to do this with you again”

Ida: “Me too actually.”

Bastion: *crescendo of fretting* “But Ida, if I caught you, I would still devour you, in fact I feel hungrier for you now than I did before.”

Ida: “Mn, creepy, but I’ll allow it”

Bastion: *finally notices that Ida is being smart with him* “Ida I get the distinct impression that you aren’t taking this conversation particularly seriously”

Ida: “Bastion, we just fucked.”

Bastion: “Language.”

Ida: *sticks tongue out* “I am tired and the post coitus fuzzies aren’t going to make my input on this any sounder but: I’ve never actually felt safe, at any point in my life, not really, so if you’re worried I’ve misread the danger you pose, then you’re wrong, I don’t trust you to not be a predator Bastion, but…*intertwines her hand with his* I am trusting you with this.”

Bastion: “This” *spoken reverently* “I want this so badly Ida, but what if tomorrow is the day I catch you?”

Ida: *reaches out with other hand and boops his nose* “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself spider boy, but, on the off chance you get very very lucky, I’m not going to hold your true nature against you.”

Bastion: “Could you perhaps promise that? I know humans are not as bound by these things as Fae, but it would comfort me to hear you promise.”

Ida: *rolls eyes* “Bastion, I promise not to hold you trying to eat me or succeeding at eating me against you just because we’ve had sex”

Bastion: “It’s silly I know, I want to devour you, but I do not want to betray you or hurt you. I thought to keep how I felt a secret from you. When I realised I loved you, I was ashamed of myself, I have always been greedy, hunger has ever been my nature, but to want your heart and affection, even though I could never resist devouring you, it seemed a degree of selfishness outrageous even to me”

Ida: “Well, I won’t say it’s not greedy, but I will say I don’t really mind” *yawns*

Bastion: “Ida?”

Ida: *sleepily* “Yes Bastion?”

Bastion: “If I catch you can I still kiss you? Can I hold you gently before I eat you? Can I address you warmly even when you are digesting inside me?

Ida: “Sure Bastion” *yawns* “I don’t see mnn why not…” *falls asleep*

Bastion: “…” *holds her tightly*

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

This time here is a Pred! Shockwave/Prey! Reader story. WARNING: angst, hurt/comfort, heavy atmosphere, psychological changes, difficult relationships. This work is quite dark, so why I wouldn't recommend it to kids; there is no violence, though. Inspired by Suzanne Vega's song "Undertow".

☄️Shockwave

You'll be ready.

Shockwave was sitting in his lab, his red eye focused on a bottle in front of him. It was full of liquid which would seem like a usual water for a random observer at first but, if you took a closer look, you would see pink glow coming through the thick glass. The lab sank in shadows; the only sources of light were a small lamp standing among other different devices on Shockwave's table, the named bottle - and the mech's optic which steady, unblinking gaze drilled through the viscous, somber atmosphere of the room.

He was tired.

The 'con had been working for month, but it was still too far from the goal. Of course, some problems had been already solved; of course, he had made a progress. But it wasn't enough. His fingers were slowly tapping on the smooth surface of the table as he watched the bubbles of air lazily rising up from the bottom of the bottle and noiselessly bursting when arriving at the border between the substance and the rest of the world. At least, now the liquid was stable and didn't try to blow up at any second...

He crossed his manipulators and put the head on them, continuing to stare at the result of his work; dark, heavy thoughts were running through his processor.

You found him exactly at this position. He heard you opening the door but didn't turned to greet you; although, his behaviour didn't offend you at all. Being with someone like Shockwave is hard; you have to get used to some things, especially, to lack of interaction. So, his acting told you he simply wasn't a talker that time. You sighed, then approached his workplace and climbed up on the desk using small stairs he was so nice to make for you when you started helping him. When you were on the top, you sat beside his gigantic figure, not touching (the scientist didn't like unexpected tactility) - but staying close to Shockwave, so he could reach you whenever he wanted.

At the Nemesis it was easy to lose a sense of time; there were moments you thought only the notes of experiments you and your partner did saved you from such fate. You looked at your watches - it was almost 1 a.m. (using human counting system).

Your tensed ears caught the mechanism on your wrist ticking audibly.

It could be worse...

- What's our status, doc?

You didn't remember when you started addressing him like that; he never tried to protest anyways. However, such privilege belonged only to you; one day when Knockout called him "Doc", the red mech was quite lucky to go away alive after a blast of energy aimed at his helm. The medic had been avoiding you two since then.

- Unchanged.

It was short, but the manner in which Shockwave spoke made you smile. You'd rather expected him to be cold and distant that night; so, his soft, welcoming tone became a pleasant surprise. After all, the ringing silence at this place seemed to be eating his nerve cables too.

You traced where his was looking, got up on your feet again and came to the bottle.

- May I? - Your rising arm froze as you glanced back at your lover, waiting for his permission.

He didn't make any attempts to stop you, so you took it as a "yes". The decepticon scientist had once said to you "If it's dangerous, I'll warn you; as for everything else, you're free". And it truly worked like that. You could even use the ground bridge and leave without saying anything - he wouldn't insist on you returning back. You hadn't ever done such things, though. No one even considered a possibility that Shockwave had any vulnerable spots in his spark; nevertheless such point of view was completely wrong. And keeping this in mind, you didn't go any further than a roof of the spaceship.

- Well, interesting... - You declared after some minutes of standing and peering exactingly into the transparent solution. - it's much... Safer, than previous combinations.

Shockwave listened to your voice, melodic sounds swimming in the gloomy air, turning into words. He wouldn't say it out loud, but now it was all he needed - just to hear you, to have you nearby. Well, at least, it didn't kicked in yet...

- Positive. - He responded, only because he had to. Shockwave wasn't ready for any serious conversations; his mind was totally fed up with formulas swirling there non-stop. The 'con didn't have a face to wrinkle, so he lowered his antennas in protest.

You understood.

- Uh... What's up, Mr. Twin-Brother-of-Soundwave? - His gaze slightly warmed up as you teased him; the mech knew you too well to think you really meant what you said. - This all has already boiled your microchips, hasn't it?

You walked to his lonely coral eye and stroked his digit, considering that it was enough time passed to make the first proper physical contact. The rough metal, scratchy and faded on the edges of the joints and claws, felt... familiar, nice. You struggled to figure out your emotions - none in your alliance stood out by exclusive sensitivity - although you clearly didn't want to break the touch. He neither.

Your looked up in the strawberry depth of the huge optic and leaned even closer, getting more and more courageous. He didn't back out as you embraced his short, solid neck, pressing an icy cheek against his throat and puffing right in his audio sensors.

- Thank you... - The scientist rumbled. His thunderous whisper made your body tremble.

- I got you... - You answered quietly, then granted your darling a long, but calm kiss, the only one he could agree at - when your cool, silky lips laid, motionless, upon his burning black-purple dermas, just being there...

...Long ago, left and forgotten on a dead home planet where every detail represented loss and tragedy, Shockwave learnt to live on his own. He felt betrayed... He couldn't trust anyone except himself anymore even if he wanted to. Passionate speeches about noble sacrifices for the good of all which hang on every remained wall meant nothing to him. He denied love, loyalty and friendship, and now when anyone tried to convince him he was mistaken it made the poor scientist recall in his memory the pain of Arcee's fire and the last flash of a space bridge closing before him, separating him from the whole society of other transformers for hundreds of years. None came to rescue a geek weirdo... Even Megatron preferred to not bother searching.

They actually ditched him. So, Shockwave gave himself to the only thing which could be with him no matter what - to his work. And although Megatron considered him dog-like, in fact, the scientist served to his own independent interests. ..

But in your tiny, brittle arms he was able to finally escape the world of sorrow and suffer he trapped himself into. You were different. You showed actions.

You risked your life to stay by his side...

Something shifted inside him as he heard your last phrase. A sharp, demanding pang cut through his entire being. So awful. So good.

It came. He wanted you. Right now.

Shockwave embaced you with his normal servo, pocking the sharp claws into your gentle flesh just a little, but enough to make you hiss. His affection inevitably hurt you - as well as your tenderness hurt him. You noticed how his ventilating became harsh and deep; his pulse fastened.

- I got you, boy... - Shockwave squeezed you tighter, as if you were about to run away. The mech's spark ached in agony; it was like there was a needle digging in its shining sphere, messing around and making it bleed.

A low, desperate growl came from under the desk.

- Open up for me.

He obeyed. Shockwave released you, letting you climb behind his chest plates in a gap between them and his neck. And there was it. The maw.

Nature played an ugly joke on your beloved doc - it built him so unreasonably strange and unique that it was horrible. A gun instead of a manipulator and a single eye were the least intimidating mutations. But how about a mouth in a throat? A black, salivating hole looking like a fresh wound, inviting you in with a wiggling, thin snake glossa?

Would you love it as much as any other part of this surrealistic creation?

Because he hadn't deserved less.

You let the agile tongue wrap around your ankles and hips, and get under your shirt. You were aware of what would happen next. The mech tasted his meal before devouring - nothing unusual. Unless it was revealed you were not a lifeless snack to him.

The glossa smeared you in viscous slime, hugged you till suffocation and set free, pulsating with temptation against your fragile skin. You didn't own your body anymore - it was his toy to play and savour... Fortunately, he had no teeth - or you would be cut into pieces instantly. Then the tongue easily rose you up and leisurely pulled your feet into the wet warmness of the "inner space". The muscles of Shockwave's esophagus desperately grabbed them and tagged further; you instinctively held your breath as you half-vanished in the abyss of the transformer's chassis. Crazy contrast between heat and cold made you dizzy. It was time to shut your eyes.

And the light was gone.

...........

His dry fueltank was large and innocently tender. The scientist hadn't used it much (if he used it at all). He preferred injecting energon directly into veins - such way was more effective in his opinion... In order to that, perhaps, you were the only thing ever coming here after decades. Everything was like at the first time you two did it - Shockwave's sparkbeat jumping hysterically above your head, harsh "breathing" trying to cool his overwhelmed systems down, a soothing presence of his hand caressing you through metal...

He felt broken. Again.

You snuggled into the violet alien flesh, drawing circles on its waving surface . It was much more intimate than sex. It was much more comforting than hugs. You knew he continued sitting like he did before you disappeared inside him, but now his servo stayed on his waist, grabbing it, rubbing it with repressed desperation. His abdomen, shocked by your presence, roared and churned, tiring and crushing you up - and endlessly, immensely loving you.

He loved you so much... He needed to swallow you whole to explain this feeling, to fulfill his needs. He was secretly starving for basic happiness and love all these freaking years of oblivion... So, wild, uncontrollable hunger grew in his character and completely replaced usual desires. The mech had to contain you within to finally escape the fear of you leaving him behind. And also, it was a single act Shockwave could commit to hold you so closely; to show how much you really mean to him. He trusted you to let him live. You trusted him to not dissolve you.

And you fondled, and kissed, and rubbed every inch of his growling "stomach"; it didn't take long for the organ to settle down, discovering your caring, light touch.

And time will pass until you both know this is a point of no return. People don't live forever like machines do. One day, he will let his natural instincts take over...

But you'll be ready.

[teal-fiend]

Shy pred

Big intimidating person, sharp eyes, sharper teeth. A bit mean and definitely scary to people they don’t know. Most people assume they’re a pred.

They usually can be seen with a lackey tailing them; A meek, shy, almost skittish person. 

The implications of the couple are clear. And when someone annoys the scary guy, or does whatever would usually warrant being eaten, no-one is shocked when they swallow the stranger down without a second thought. 

But it is surprising when that doesn’t happen. Instead, they command their shy friend to do the eating. And after protesting weakly, they go along with it, hiding their face when it is done out of embarrassment. 

The authoritative observer congratulates their shy pred, telling them they did a good job, as they digest the unfortunate stranger.

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

"I'm not afraid of you" vs "Oh, but you should be" drives me INSANE

[tinystarwatch]

Big fan of the pred goes feral and can no longer be trusted scenario(From a spell, compulsion, ect) but with like, multiple preds.

When pred 1 goes odd prey's first reaction is of course, go running to their trusted friend pred 2. They're accepted readily, maybe a little to readily actually, but prey is so shaken that they don't notice the way pred 2 is fixated on their movements a little to much, until nearly to late.

Now left to try and hide, horrified. All their usual close friends now a possible threat. It all turns out eventually, but for several heart pounding hours their life felt to be truly on the line. (Preds are very apologetic afterwards though)

Premium hurt/comfort fearplay 👌.

[thealmightyemprex]

Old Aleric the sorcerer and his husband Stefan .To outsiders they are an odd couple ,due to their age difference ,but they are very loving...And have a secret: Aleric loves to swallow dragons whole and Stefan has always had a fantasy about being devoured by another dragon .Stefan is Alerics favorite snack ,gobbling up his lover and resurrectbg him through magic

@ariel-seagull-wings @goodanswerfoxmonster @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking

[blazekiller19]

Lillie loves me telling me to come into her tummy to feel safer while she protects me and takes care of me in her warm belly and I move inside her cozy stomach with much enthusiasm 🥰🥰🥰 Credits to VoreToons for the drawing!!!

[voregeoise]

Never would have thought making a vore blog would cause me to figure so much out about my identity.

[swallowrealm]

When, when your pred bf holds you while having someone in his tummy,,

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

Ida might seem pretty cold in some of the scenarios I lay out but keep in mind that A. Bastion is a spider monster that wants to eat her. And B. Ida didn’t exactly get a lot of positive reinforcement for showing affection or warmth to others before she started squatting in the Manor. She’s really fucking bad at outward displays of affection or really any form of weakness, she can’t even properly emote fear because doing so would have just gotten her hurt in her previous environment. What she is good at is extreme actions to express feelings I.e. self-sacrifice, protection Or seemingly small gestures that are actually really huge when you realise how thoroughly she’s been discouraged from engaging with affect. Bastion meanwhile has never really had the chance to love someone but he’s also never been utterly discouraged from such a thing because back before he existed as he does now people didn’t even realise he had the capacity to be attached. So they didn’t really squash down on that part of him.

[teal-fiend]

Observer who regularly gives prey to a pred that happens to be a demonic entity or some other kind of divine being. The observer doesn’t really take that into consideration, they just like to watch the pred eat, and to take care of them afterwards. 

The observer notices that they are developing supernatural powers, seemingly out of nowhere. When they bring it up to the pred, they are told that their abilities must have developed as a result of them giving the entity regular offerings/sacrifices. 

They’ve accidentally made themselves into a worshipper, all the benefits included.

[jplupine]

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.

[lovelymlem]

Prey who gets cold easily x Pred who is basically a walking furnace

nothing makes a relationship wonderful like making your loved one warm :3

[notmyprey]

Idea:

Pred and prey, whether their a friend, stanger, or in a relationship, whichever you prefer is ok. The pred can be any type of pred you want, but the prey is a "burrower" as I call them. The prey essentially wants to do nothing more than to find a small dark place and just sit there, and the pred is able to provide that space. I think it's just cute, idk. I also think if the prey was a stranger, it could make for a very funny situation. Like - the prey is anxious and starts feeling the need to burrow, so they just find the nearest pred and say "you'll do" before shoving their way down the poor unsuspecting preds throat.

[coldtwaer]

AITA for keeping my girlfriend inside my stomach as punishment

r/SafeNoms (fake reddit post)

AITA for keeping my girlfriend inside my stomach as punishment 

For context, I (25 m) am a pred who lives with my prey girlfriend (24 f). We’ve been together since high school. I would say we have a pretty solid relationship and I couldn’t be happier. However, there is just one thing that she does that annoys me. Sometimes, without warning, she will make her way into my mouth, down my throat, and hang out in my stomach. Now I don’t exactly have a problem with her being in there but I don’t like that she doesn’t let me know so that I can neutralize my acids. Now I would never hurt her intentionally but it’s always better to be safe than sorry. 

So on to the incident that led me to make this post, it’s the weekend and since it’s pouring rain my girlfriend and I stay inside. Things are going great, we are just chilling on the couch watching TV all cuddled up and stuff. I was sort of half asleep, so I would yawn every so often. So during one of those yawns, she suddenly shoots up and makes her way into my mouth. Being caught off guard, my instincts took over and I started swallowing to try and get her down quickly so that I wouldn’t choke. After about a minute, she’s made her way down my esophagus and into my stomach.

 I can’t really hear her well when she is inside there but I can very much feel her actions. From the weird vibrations I felt, I could tell she was laughing. There wasn’t much time to really think about why she found this so funny because I had to go take some acid neutralizing gummies (I can neutralize it myself but the gummies just make the process faster) to make sure she was going to be okay. It was when I was taking them that I came up with an idea to get back at my girlfriend. 

Usually she hangs around in my stomach for about an hour before she gets tired of it and so she starts squirming as a sign for me to let her out. I’m not (well, wasn’t) a fan of the sensation so I always did. But, I decided that this time I wasn’t going to. I would just ignore her movements as if she were any other prey (which, to be honest, I don’t really consume prey). Even as I was planning it, I had full intentions on letting her out eventually. 

An hour passes by and I’m comfortably relaxing on the couch when I feel the familiar squirming from my girlfriend. So, I ignore it. This goes on for about ten minutes before she stops (most likely it had tired her). I realize that the initial discomfort the squirming had caused actually didn’t feel so bad once I got used to it. It actually kind of felt comforting in a way. But then I feel her do something that I had never felt before. She starts kicking. That did hurt. I tried rubbing my stomach to calm her down and let her know she is alright but I think she was just in pure panic mode at the time and I was starting to feel bad for doing this to her but I did feel like I needed to teach her a lesson.

Right now it’s been about 22 hours since the initial incident. I still have her in me but she’s perfectly fine. She’s calmed down now that I think she realizes that she isn’t in any danger. I’ll let her out soon, and I don’t know what I’m going to do moving forward. I kinda feel like a POS, but what do you guys think?

[lazyblogposter]

Prey who have a crush/are in a relationship with their Pred and prey gets self conscious and genuinely hurt about whether or not Pred loves them for them or their taste