#hunter prey

[swagdogfag]

when i bottom i want to feel like your prey,, like something you want to be on display and to humiliate. i don't want to be weak but i don't want to win a fight. i want you to devour me piece by piece and praise me for tasting so good

[ivysentry]

Short Drabble before I gotta do schoolwork

Summary: Din hunts you

Reminder: this is unedited, I am writing this with one hand

Mando’a translation:

Mesh’la - beautiful (nickname)

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The branches cut into your skin as you ran deeper into the forest, your breathes coming out in loud puffs as you force your burning legs to keep going.

When you hear the sound of rustling water, you stop and lean against a tree to take a breather. You look behind and you don’t see the familiar shine of beskar. A sigh leaves your lips as you take this opportunity to rest.

You hear it before you see it, something fast and sharp whizzed past your face and embedded itself into tree next to your face. You feel your breath hitched as you weigh your options, going up or down stream would leave you open to attacks, while crossing the river could slow you down and he’d simply picked you off stream. But the beskar is heavy

The grappling hook retracts, he’s close. Without much choice, you jump into the river, the water going up to your waist. The cold water seeps into your clothes, and the stream threatens to knock you off your feet, you still your nerves and keep threading through the water.

Halfway through the river, Din makes his appearance breaking through the trees, he cocks his head to the side, “That’s not going to stop me mesh’la.” His modulated voice amusingly teases you.

He jumps into the river and makes his way over to you much faster than you had anticipated. You hasten your steps but the river is too fast and your feet catch on a rock on the river bed. You shriek as you fall face first into the water. Strong arms wrap around your waist and you’re thrown over a cold beskar pauldroned shoulder.

You groan as Din makes his way back the way he came, “How long did I last this time?” You asked limp as a sack on his shoulder. “7 minutes.” He replies without missing a beat, “You don’t make our games very hard mesh’la.”

[libidinous-morgue]

In dire need to be hunted down. I want someone I know to stalk me, chase me, corner me, pin me down, fuck me and bite me. I want to be entirely at their mercy.

[juniper-puree]

Up daydreaming about getting chased in a forest by a wolf domme and when they catch me they pin me down and pound my pussy so hard I can’t think at all

૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

[thethirdromana]

Hunter Prey!

Is that ship alive?!

I really appreciate how hard the dialogue works to convince us that the wibbly computer graphics are in fact an incredibly beautiful and advanced ship.

"The last time you vouched for a doctor, we had three dead bodies, the station was trashed and an Ikarran war machine was shooting at everything." - I also appreciate that in Babylon 5 they don't suffer from Star Trek End of Episode Amnesia Syndrome.

The interaction between Jacobs and the guy selling Identicards is great; Babylon 5 criminals have common sense.

"So, powerful and mysterious alien, I just so happened to be spying on your ship that you didn't want people to look at..." - Sheridan really isn't the best at the whole diplomacy thing, is he? I'm impressed that his approach actually works.

The way they circumvent Cranston and his team is great.

"To see what you really are inside that encounter suit" - I get where they're going with this but the way it's expressed just sounds pervy, like Sheridan just wants to get Kosh naked.

This is such an elegantly plotted and constructed episode.

And it was alive! I knew it!

[cryptocollectibles]

Superman Doomsday Hunter Prey Book 3 Issue Complete Set (1994) by DC Comics

Written by Dan Jurgens, drawn by Dan Jurgens and Brett Breeding.

[survivingandenduring]

So the hunter prey scenario has its own special place in my brain

And @mermaidgirl30’s Run Rabbit Joel resides in his very own area 🖤

[shay-scribbles]

Prey (2024)

Sun dappled leaves fall,

A rustle, a whispered tread,

Feline eyes meet yours.

Breath catches in throat,

Muscles tense, a primal fear,

Hunter and prey now.

Claws gleam in the light,

A silent, deadly advance,

No escape in sight.