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mantisgodsdomain · 2 months

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Chilaios server ramblings the first. Being in this server has blasted our brain and awakened our capacity to ramble for screens upon screens at a time and although we have more coherent offerings many of them are waiting on one of the people who features heavily in conversation okay-ing us posting 21 screenshots heavily featuring them. Transcript below cut.

A set of screenshots of a Discord conversation, featuring us, Mantis God, nicknamed Speculative Vore Cookbook, and no one else because we cropped them out.

So! Whiskers, and greetings involving them.

We will preface this with the note that we are, of course, trying to keep with half-foot mannerisms and such reading as ever so slightly more expressive and thus "childish". Which is to say, fun things like lots of movement that would be thoroughly impractical for a larger species, that they can get away with because being smaller means that moving around simply burns less energy with less half-foot to move around.

With whiskers allowing for them to detect motion and vibration Very Well, especially, you get an excellent avenue for movement and, especially, tactile interactions being key in social situations.

With what we've already done: we've set up the brief bump of whiskers as a greeting - probably not necessarily a very strong bump, but one that lets you feel the other member of the conversation… being there, for lack of a better word. This also, by design, will put both participants fairly close to each other, physically.

We think it is perhaps Fun if "polite" for half-foots looks very physically close to other races, both due to Being Smaller making a small distance be bigger for them in terms of relative space, and due to the fact that a good chunk of their senses are hooked up in absurdly sensitive senses that stretch a very long way and are very hard to obscure compared to senses like sight.

"Polite", with humans, generally looks like… focusing a good chunk of your attention on your conversational partner. Showing that you're Paying Attention, that your primary Thing you're looking at is them. Obviously this is simplifying a lot, human communication is an eldritch horror of Niceties, but a lot of it more or less boils down to "showing you're paying attention to the other guy and their cues".

So: how to do that with this particular set of senses?

Half-foot hearing, at the very least, most likely means that it's going to be next to impossible to go through a conversation without listening to Other Things, whether you like it or not. Likewise, your conversation will not be private. Every other half-foot in the area will hear you (which might also mean that things like keeping track of multiple strands of conversation at the same time might be a more common skill). This also means that Lower Volumes are probably going to be crucial for casual conversation, because absurdly sensitive hearing means that "normal volume" talking is going to be Fucking Loud.

It honestly might be polite to, like… briefly disengage mid-conversation, if only because there's A Lot of input going in here, and you probably want to disengage every now and then to check on Everything Else. It's a very big world and you are a small prey animal that lives in probably fairly close-knit social groups, which has been gifted with the ability to check on people halfway across the house. Might as well pause to check for Other Things.

With Addition Of Whiskers, you've also got a fun, useful tool to "tether" the conversation a bit more. You're already close; might as well use those convenient things with the flexible range of motion for social cues. Probably ramping up the closer you are with someone. Touch whiskers to let them know you're Present And Listening. Have concern easily conveyed through using your useful Check For Things That Are Wrong On This Surface appendages. You just have to be close enough to pull off some light touch with whiskers that sprout very far off of your skin for it - with the unfortunate caveat that that looks like a lot closer for taller races and you are now getting up close to your fellow half-foots and conspiratically whispering while occasionally swivelling an ear over to check on the rest of the room or glance at someone else around.

We'll be damned if we know if we're presenting this Functionally, but: if made a bit more tactile, there's also the bonus of the fact that it might feed back a bit. Humans already need a certain amount of touch to be healthy. and the half-foot threshold might be a bit higher. This can lead to Fun Paths.

We're hunting for a good way to work this, and it's not working very well. More or less,, when you're a species that requires More Touch than the average other species, and you're surrounded by species that don't really Get That, where you're very capable of creating social faux passes or making yourself come off worse by seeking it, you can easily get into Fun Situations. The closer that a given half-foot is to someone, the more tactile that they'll probably want to be, which can cause some Very Fun culture clash.

Our concepts for this are somewhat vague but we think it's fun if all the races have similar points of Clash btw. We have been grouping dwarves, gnomes, and half-foots together in the same general "evolutionary group" which share enough cues to be Compatible while still being Not Quite Close Enough To 100% Get It.

(we have also grouped tallmen, orcs, and ogres into the same group. elves are just kinda off doing their own thing. kobolds are an unrelated convergent evolution in the same way that mermaids are humanoid and probably at least partially sapient but still not Human)

Might be fun if Senshi specifically has hung around the orcs for long enough to get socialized more towards their mannerisms. Weird dwarf who doesn't quite Get social cues that most dwarves pick up on who also just so happens to have more knowledge of the slightly more tallman-leaning group of body language.

We were going somewhere with this but we forgot.

Anyways half-foot affectionate head bonk as a Close Friends And Family Greeting that specifically isn't brought out around other races due to The Issues

Thank you for tuning in to our brief general takeover if we have the brain for it later we will maybe cohere this into a post of some description

BTW we have been basing our elves partially on ungulates this is partially because we think it's very fun to pull on the "mystic" qualities of animals like deer and horses for elves, partially to add our favorite wretched group of herbivores, and partially because we think it's fun if elves are Fucking Weirdos with traits like "weirdly elongated bones in the limbs that actively make fine control more difficult but Look more graceful and delicate to the human eye"

fucked up in there

#we speak #dungeon meshi #headcanons #fantasy biology #being in a chat with people who also have Interests instantly turns on our rambling brain #this is the One Ramble where other people are not Vital To The Flow #as we rambled it when everyone was. asleep.#as you can see we are normal

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moth---4 · 4 months

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fiber-optic-alligator · 2 months

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I don’t even know that much about atla but

Give me your giant zuko thoughts 👀

(Only if you’re comfortable with sharing ofc!)

OH I’VE BEEN WAITING TO YAP ABOUT THIS

Don’t worry, I’m completely comfortable with sharing! I love sharing G/T thoughts about characters, I don’t mind at all! Thank you for asking though!

Okay okay, so I’m going to be assuming you know the basics of Zuko’s story, but long story short, he goes from being a typical antagonist for the heroes to having one of the best written redemption arcs in entertainment history (in my opinion). So I feel things would go differently based on which version of Zuko you’re dealing with.

Something to keep in mind though is that a prime quality of Zuko’s character that sticks with him through the entire series is that he isn’t cruel. Yes he has a temper, and yes he can be violent, but it has always been shown that he is an extremely empathetic person with a good heart.

Book One Zuko might be a handful to deal with. He's angry, he has a one-track mind, and his temper is at the highest it will ever be. If you're a tiny under his care, I'd say steer clear of him when possible and don't ever try to get him mad. That being said, I fully believe he'd never hurt you. Book One Zuko cares A LOT about honor, and he'd probably see harming someone that's so much smaller than him as an act of cowardice. That doesn't mean he'll be very gentle with you. He'll rough you up a bit and you definitely will at times be fearing for your life, but he knows limits and he'd never put you in serious danger (Possible vore scenarios are spiraling in my brain). So basically, LOTS of fearplay and dealing with an angsty teenager with daddy issues.

Book Two Zuko would be...better. He's a banished prince traveling the Earth Kingdom with severe identity issues, but in doing so, he's learning more about himself and who he is meant to be. His gentler side comes out more during these travels, so you'd be exposed to less anger and more awkwardness. I don't think he'd know what to do with a tiny during this time in his life because this softer side of him really starts to show itself and he'd probably be terrified of scaring you. He doesn't want to scare people anymore; he doesn't even know what he wants for himself. I'd say that if you're dealing with Book Two Zuko, you'll get a better experience than Book One, but he'll be more disinterested because of what he is going through. He'll probably hand you off to Uncle Iroh or someone he trusts.

Book Three Zuko would arguably be the best to encounter. He's really mellowed out and is more in tune with where he wants his future to go, and his time with Team Avatar really allows him to fall back into a more gentle, empathetic temperament. If he were to find a tiny, he'd probably be very awkward and flustered at first, but then he'd immediately get onto your level and try to talk to you. If your scared of him, he expects it, and he'll try his best to calm you down. I can definitely see him being as soft as possible with his tone and words. If it takes quite a while to reassure you though, his short temper will show through, and he might grow frustrated and snap at you. Of course, he'd feel awful about it afterward. If this is the case, he'd spend as much time as possible trying to gain your trust. There's no way you're leaving his mind, and he'd keep making small gradual advancements until he can convince you he won't hurt you and your safe with him. After that, I think he'd be VERY protective. I could see him wanting to shelter you a lot, whether by holding you, letting you ride on his shoulder, or even allowing you to sit atop his head. He'd fight fiercely to keep you safe, but if you are fully capable of defending yourself, he won't smother you. Zuko is protective, but not clingy. He'd recognize that you are a person worthy of your own autonomy and independence, and he's not going to infringe on that (Again, so many possible vore scenarios here).

I could say so so much more, but then this would be an insufferably long post lol. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to write my brainrot about this silly guy down. Zuko is one of my all-time favorite characters, and I really want to write a g/t story with him. I know I'm primarily a Transformers blog, but there are so many other characters from different franchises I'd love to write about too! Maybe I'll make a generic g/t side blog for that kind of stuff :)

#gator bites #not transformers #g/t fluff #giant/tiny #giant tiny #sfw g/t #g/t community #atla g/t #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #giant zuko #vore mention #sfw only

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dageroll · 5 months

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Pls read this before DMing me

Hello, my name is Yuki and my pronouns are she/they. I am transfeminine nonbinary, and assigned male at birth, as if it even matters.

I am a switch and I can rp any gender or sex, so don’t be afraid to ask if you want to roleplay with me.

Kinks include:

Birth

Breeding

Fpreg

Transfem preg

Anal birth (fpreg or transfem preg only)

Girlcock birth

Sadism

Sex inducing labor

Sex during labor (genuinely a great way to keep the labor stage interesting for me)

Hyper birth/oversized offspring

Any type of nonhuman/monster/alien birth

Egg laying when the egg(s) is/are of equal or greater size to a human baby

Painful birth

Tearing

Generally, if it’s a category of birth, I’ll like it

Things I’m neutral to (not interested in but doesn’t make me ick):

Pregnancy (aside from confirming the size of the offspring, bellies don’t do much for me either. Includes most permapreg. Sometimes I like a little pregnancy fluff, but it’s gotta be followed by birth)

Sex (if it’s completely unrelated to birth. Barely even made this list as I do enjoy it of course, I’d just rather it not detract from birth, as this is a birth kink centered blog. I’ll link my “normal” blog at the bottom of this post.)

Multiples (leaning towards liking this nowadays, but it still doesn’t do much more for me than just one baby)

Birth denial (usually goes on for much longer than I have the patience for.)

Egg laying when the egg(s) is/are smaller than a human baby

Other types of birth that include smaller offspring (it’s gotta be a challenge)

Orgasmic birth (the pain is what I like about birth. Adding pleasure just makes it boring to me.)

Lactation (does nothing for me)

Things that make me ick:

Mpreg (starting to grow on me but if they’re too masculine it’s a still big ick)

Tmpreg (starting to grow on me moreso than mpreg, but too much masculinity is still an ick)

Sex during birth (anal or otherwise. Best case scenario it distracts from the birth, worst case scenario it’s straight up creepy)

Breast growth (when it’s a focus or excessive. I prefer smaller breasts anyway)

Weight gain

Furry

Inflation

Vore

Gore (I like blood and tearing, not organs or mutilation)

Stillbirth/miscarriage

Death (under very specific circumstances I’ll allow it)

Pedophilia (should go without saying. I am NOT attracted to the baby AT ALL, just the birthing)

Now that you know what I’m into and what I’m not, my dms are open if you’d ever like to talk or rp. I promise I will get back to you as soon as I can.

I am extremely grateful to have found this community of likeminded people who share this rare and often misunderstood kink and I would like to do more than just lurk for once. I really want to become a real part of this community, so please follow me if you like what I post and never be afraid to interact with me. My asks are always open and I will respond to as many as I can. Every time I open tumblr I check my inbox and every time I see a new one I do a little cheer, so do not hesitate.

That being said, if you want to see what I’m like when I’m not posting about birth, you can check out my alternate blog, @laynejailey, where I post things such as: normal content, “normal” kink content, My Chemical Romance, anarchy, Jerma985, and Hatsune Miku.

Also if you’ve caught on by now, the name of my alternate blog did come from “Layne Staley” and the name of this blog is a similar destruction of “Dave Grohl”.

#birth kink #birthing #birth rp #birth #birth fiction #painfulbirth #birth roleplay #pinned intro #pinned post #introductory post

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harrowing-of-hell · 7 months

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it is 4am and i have consumed alcohol and i'm having tlt thoughts but they will probably not be coherent and this will be a very stream of consciousness post you have been warned

ok so to be very honest i was baffled that people read griddlehark as like, explicitly romantic whenever i first was browsing the tlt tag

like they were very obvs homoerotic and like i will directly quote tazmuir here and say there were "elements of a love story there" but i was not getting the same vibes that apparently everyone else was??

and maybe this is the difference between reading GTN in 2019 and then having to wait a year for HTN, because to me that allows a lot of time for your mind to sit and think on things and speculate

meanwhile i read GTN and HTN back to back. from my notes i finished GTN sept 14, 2022 (and i started reading it like, at MOST a week before that) and then i started HTN on sept 22 and finished it four days later (rip to people who say HTN was hard to read couldn't have been me. saw that it was in second person and nutted on the spot literally my favorite POV. guess im just built different. anyways)

so like, very obviously little down time between reading those 2 books so not a lot of time to really sit and think on it given that this is TLT we're talking about

but even now having read NTN and it now being a full year later since starting the series i still... don't get it

rather, i do not get it trying to read their relationship from the way that most people in the fandom seem to be reading it.

the pool scene and like, the drastic shift that it caused in harrow and gideon's relationship made very little sense to me and seemed kinda out of nowhere until i started thinking about it in this way; harrow and gideon do not love each other for who the other person is but rather what that person might mean for them.

to me gideon is vrry obviously someone who craves purpose after being treated like shit and generally just viewed as someone as disposable. so it makes sense to me that her goal was to escape the ninth and go join the cohort (so she can go be disposable but With Purpose).

but when they got to Canaan house....

bro cytherea groomed her SO FUCKING HARD. it's actually kinda fucking funny in a fucked up way because cytherea was like "noo gideon don't let anyone treat u like this" while gideon was getting her life force succed out of her but LITERALLY every one of cytherea's interactions with gideon just... reinforced and instilled the idea of cavalierhood in gideon

so much so that by the end of GTN gideon was like "no harrow YOU'RE the one who doesn't understand what a necro and cav are supposed to mean to each other." brainwashed. absolutely brainwashed.

ofc being surrounded by other necro/cav pairs who were Properly fulfilling their social roles influenced her as well, but cytherea had such a big part to play in it.

so naturally gideon's Search For Purpose shifts from being disposable-but-with-purpose in the cohort to being disposable-but-with-purpose as a cavalier.

so for gideon a relationship with harrow as her cavalier might mean a chance at having a Purpose, and this is why gideon loves her

meanwhile for harrow... the girl is 200 dead children and has been suicidal about that shit from day one. so here is one of the children that was supposed to die for her, but didn't, and fought her every single day of their lives, and it's this child that's offering her forgiveness???? like bro ofc she's gonna take that it's literally the salvation she's been looking for that even God, as we learn in HTN, can't offer her.

so naturally when the answer to lyctorhood is "ok now kill her and vore her soul <3" harrow would be like FUCK no. harrow has only now really beginning to think of gideon as a person and not a slave, as someone who is OF the Ninth house and not just beholden to it. so whyy would she ever kill her at this point.

and we KNOW this means so much to harrow because, thinking she's on the brink of death, she just straight up asks gideon if she's really forgiven her.

this is why i think they love each other and also i think this adds up with where they are now in the series. their reasons for loving the other person are completely at odds!!! so even with their now "Repaired" relationship it is still hopelessly fractured!!!

and tbh i do think griddlehark at this point is more, but not at all completely, one-sided than most people think because like, i think (or at least i hope??) harrowhark is slowly snapping out of this line of thinking and is realizing that's Not a healthy way to view gideon (idk i may be wrong) while gideon is DOUBLING DOWN SO HARD on being a cavalier. like that is her Purpose now it is her Identity!!! she needs to be someone's cavalier, and if she can't be harrow's then she'll try to be her father's.

not a fucking word out of her mouth when alecto kisses harrow but when alecto pledges herself to harrow?? she called the soul of the earth A SLUT!! absolutely insane.

anyways that's it that's all i had to say. i hope harrow and alecto fuck nasty in ATN <3

im not tagging this as anything tlt related but this will prob still some how show up in tags anyways because tumblr is stupid and broken

#vixen.txt

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weirdsideblog · 7 months

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Jesus Was Vored, But Not in Communion

Yes I’m being serious. So serious that it’s actually silly, but- just hear me out.

Thesis: The Communion jokes, while funny, are theologically incorrect- but not because Jesus wasn’t vored

(Symbolically speaking)

- “Haha, Christians have a ritual where they pretend to vore Jesus” well. Yes. But actually no. Well- it depends on which branch of Christianity you’re talking to, but. Anyway-

- BUT communion actually has very little to do with actual vore or cannibalism in its symbolism; by comparing his body and blood to basic foods, Jesus was making the point that he’s the source of true (perfect, everlasting) life. We eat bread and drink wine to remind ourselves that our souls need Jesus the way our bodies need food and drink. (Also looking forward to when we all get to eat and party together in heaven with Jesus later, and unity with him and all our fellow believers past, present, and future because we’re all symbolically at the same table)

- My church denomination and many others see this as symbolic only- because it is. However, some churches believe that once blessed by a priest, the bread and wine somehow literally become the literal body and blood of Jesus. I’m not sure where they got that idea, because Jesus sure didn’t say that- he was talking about doing this in remembrance of him, and it was pretty clearly a metaphor at the time when he said it because it was really just bread and wine that he was showing to the disciples. But anyway. I’m not a theologian, and churches can disagree on weird details like that and we’ll look at each other kinda funny, but like it’s fine because that’s not the point (is what a lot of people in church history should have said, but I digress)

- Anyway. Communion isn’t really about vore. Okay like a little bit because there’s also the theme of Jesus having given himself up so completely for our salvation, but literal eating isn’t the point. Even if it were, it would be a lot more akin to cannibalism than vore, which is sometimes a shaky line, but. That’s not the point.

- But you know what really is about vore?

- Other things.

- Jonah, obviously (tl;dr, guy gets thrown off a ship in a storm, and God sends a giant fish or maybe a whale to swallow him, in which he stays safely for three days before being thrown up on shore) #safe vore

- Now we get to the actual part about voring Jesus

- The story of Jonah takes place in the Old Testament, before Jesus came to Earth. Everything in the Old Testament is a setup and explanation of what would eventually happen and be fulfilled by Jesus.

- In the Old Testament, death, Hell, and the grave are often surrounded by metaphors of an open mouth or of being swallowed. Jonah was in the fish for three days before being thrown up… Jesus died and was buried in a cave for three days before being resurrected

- But it gets better. The whole reason Jonah got into the situation with the storm was because he turned away from God. Humanity as a whole turned away from God when Adam and Eve chose to turn their backs on God, essentially (which was a big deal because he created the whole everything and thus has authority over it like an artist has authority over their own painting), and we all continue to do that when we do bad things that God doesn’t want us to do and don’t do good things that God does want us to do. Jesus came to cover that offense so we don’t bear the punishment for it and can be in perfect family relationship with God again, because God’s desire isn’t ultimately to punish us for our sin but to bring us back to him because he loves us. But because God is infinitely perfect and infinitely just, he can’t just allow all the evil that’s ever been done to just be… basically ignored. SOMEone had to be punished, and Jesus (who is also God- they’re like three people but also the same person at the same time, nobody really understands it)

- Thus, Jesus had to die

- Remember death and the grave being compared to being eaten? And Jonah, as a result of his disobedience, being swallowed for three days (this wasn’t a punishment, just a weirdly symbolic method of protection from what would have been the outcome)? And then Jesus, bearing the outcome of our disobedience, died and was buried for three days?

- Jesus was vored by death itself

- Then he escaped (didn’t just escape- defeated death, but that’s a layer of theology I won’t get into here)

- So yes, Jesus was vored, but not in Communion

- Also sometimes New Testament writers like Paul talk about being “hidden in Christ” so maybe…

- Jesus kinda vores us, too

- NOT REALLY- I said I was being serious but that was silly, it’s just that some of the language has those #safe vore, #protective vore, #extreme cuddling kinda *vibes* y’know?

- Anyway.

- I’m not going to hell for this because if I sinned by writing it, I’m safe in Jesus because he was already vored by death in my place. But I really don’t think this is a bad thing to do at all.

- Go forth in this knowledge and make theologically accurate-ish Jesus vore jokes

- If you want

- Lol

#v.ore #soft vore #safe vore #religion

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vixen525noms · 10 months

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Release- Extended Version

Warning- safe vore (main), fatal vore (others), characters in distress

Inspired by a pic by @verefex

Enara lost count of how much she had paced the metal walkway over the enclosure, but she hadn’t lost track of time. Ten minutes past the end of her break. But she wouldn’t get in trouble. The other security workers seemed to expect her to stay beyond the end of her break when they told her she should take a look at what they were guarding. It was extremely unexpected, but probably not for the reason they thought.

She was pretty confident most thought monsters like this are myths… but it wasn’t her first time seeing one. She had just been a child, but she knew she hadn’t imagined it. The first time had been extremely brief. She had been stunned silent in awe at the massive being. She remembered storybooks speaking of such things as dangerous, often eating people. She hadn’t known what to do. There was no way she could out run it. But she watched as the giant simply reached over the fence of her grandpa’s farm and set down the lamb that had gone missing earlier in the day. It… no, he stared at her as the lamb ran past her to go to its mother, then simply went back the way he came.

Even as a child it was enough for her to understand that despite what the storybooks said, this titanic person wasn’t an evil monster. Just very scary. And very, very big.

The second, and last encounter had been more significant. It was a couple years after the incident with the lost lamb. But she had gone to collect berries for making pie.. she had fallen down, tumbled into the river. She thought she was doomed. She remembered waking on dry land, coughing up water with pressure on her chest. The pressure gone followed by her being lifted up. Enara remembered when she opened her eyes seeing the same enormous ‘monster’ carrying her. Same as he had carried the lamb. Except this time he went further past the fences, instead setting her much closer to the house before once again leaving.

She paced the walk again, talking to herself as she considered her options. Seeing what they had locked up here… others may see a giant as a dangerous monster… she knew different. Sure the muscular, dark haired giant was enormous and intimidating… but from what she saw back on the farm, she knew they weren’t monsters. She ignored the blue eyes tracking her movement as she talked aloud to herself as she processed the information, “If I do this, I won’t just lose my job. I’ll lose my credentials and never work in security again. Might even be arrested for theft of company property or worse. They may even kill me. I am going to be in so much trouble…”

She went further down the walk this time, over to a panel. Other guards had given her the key ring so she could come in here and see… they wouldn’t expect this. It took some tries to find the right key for the access panel. She hoped she was right about these beings. She would be in easy reach when the restraints were dropped. She opened the panel. Hesitates… hit the first of the buttons. She heard the whirring of gears and the electronics click as the massive restraints on the so-called monster released, allowing free movement. She watched the giant stand, staring at her as she stood near the panel. She was fairly certain he was smart enough to understand she had freed the restraints. Alarms were going off. Usually only one restraint would ever be loosened, but definitely not released, so they could feed the being, so not surprising there were alarms for this. She could feel those blue eyes staring at her, watching what she did. She took a deep breath to build her nerve… and she hit the button to open the passage to the surface. The way they no doubt brought this giant in… and the only escape.

She had expected to immediately hear the heavy foot prints of the being, feel the floor shake during an escape. She saw the guards at the door to the walkway. “They got here fast… time to face conseque…'' her talking to herself was interrupted as the other guards started onto the walk, and instead of fleeing the giant smacked the walkway, sending guards flying… Disabling the walkway made sense. Prevent the other guards from closing the door. But it would be her end... she was falling… but didn’t hit the ground. She landed in a soft palm as the giant caught her, preventing her from falling to her death like the other guards. Although she supposed he could have caught them too, but probably had no reason to. She was now being held by the giant she freed… and he was now heading towards the exit.

She had no idea what he would do to her, but she hoped she wouldn’t regret her actions as the titanic being held her tight to his chest as he used his other hand to go.. Something. She couldn’t see what, but she could feel muscles flexing as he was doing something.

“Too tight!” Enara tried to yell as best she could, hoping he spoke or at least understood the language. The pressure on her from his hand pinning her was a lot. Made it hard to breathe. She understood why; it was an extremely stressful situation. He probably wasn’t focused on how he was holding her. She felt the hand move, now instead cupped open so she could see where he was running instead of pinned against him. She figured that meant he understood, even if she hadn’t heard him speak. It was a relief to not be pinned like that, and she caught a glance of the open doors ahead… and she could see the other guards had gathered and the turrets were active.

The massive giant ignored the hail of bullets being fired. The small weapons did nothing. She yelled and ducked in fear and pain when she felt intense heat and bits of metal shower her when a rocket hit the giant in the chest above where he had her cupped. Even if the giant had kept her from falling to her death earlier, she was far more vulnerable to the weapons they were using than him. “I’m going to die…” She said, more thinking aloud like she had on the walkway than actually expecting anything to come of the statement. Fortunately the giant had heard, and had a solution to the issue at hand of keeping her safe while he made his escape.

Unfortunately she had no way to understand his plan or intentions, and the urgency of the situation did not offer much time for proper communication.

What she did know was that the giant had turned so his back was to the weapons, blocking her from the next rocket blast. He was looking down at her again. Enara looked up to meet those intense blue eyes. She could see a trickle of blood from his mouth, although she was pretty sure that was an injury from before she triggered the release, one of the reasons she had made up her mind so quickly. He was lifting her up to his face and she tensed a bit. He was so large and intimidating, she couldn’t help but be nervous being handled by him, even if she had childhood memories of encountering a helpful giant.

She cried out and cringed down when she was up to his face and witnessed his mouth opening as his hand came near it. She thought she heard him say something, but was too panicked to process. Were the stories about giants eating humans right? Had the one she saw as a child been an exception? She hesitantly snuck a glance. Those teeth were huge. The tongue a vibrant blue color, as was the rest of his mouth… So there were differences beyond just size… Enara covered her face to avoid looking anymore as the tongue came into contact with her. In an instant she could feel she was no longer in contact with the giant's hand. She could feel his body around her moving. She didn’t know what he was doing, but… even if she was wet with drool now, the tongue wasn’t moving. No licking… and no swallowing. Was her terrified assumption wrong?

Enara was very hesitant, but lowered her hands, peeking her eyes open. A bit of light peeked past the lips, letting her see the blue surroundings. She could hear commotion outside, hear things being smashed or blowing up. The sounds of guns and rocket launchers. It slowly sank into her mind that he wasn’t eating her… He needed his hands free to deal with the other guards, and she had been too exposed. He had been reacting to her statement, the very real risk of her getting killed by the weapons meant for him. She was hesitant, but rested a hand on the tongue beneath her. There was some reaction to the touch, a bit of movement, but as best she could guess he was intentionally trying not to move her around and scare her more. He clearly understood her… So maybe if she talked out making sense of this situation, she would get a reaction?

“I… thought the worst… the stories I’ve heard…” She said, a bit hesitant and unsure if he’d be too preoccupied with those trying to kill or recapture him to listen. “I mean, I have no idea if they’ve even given you decent food, or how desperate you may be. When you caught me after knocking down the walkway, I hoped I had been right about you… that you were like the one I’d seen as a child… But when you… did this…” Enara paused, thinking about her words, “I thought it’d be the end of me.” She saw a brief flash through the very slight part in the lips before he grit his teeth and the light vanished. They must have hit him in the face with something, and letting her have a bit of light was no longer an option. “But… you didn’t… swallow. I… hope I’m right in thinking you put me here because I was too exposed to the weapons they were using on you…”

She heard a grunt from the giant. She had no idea if it was to acknowledge her words or if he had been hit with something stronger, but it encouraged her to keep talking to work through her thoughts, and perhaps have him understand her own reactions. “If I’m right… I appreciate you… keeping me from getting killed in this conflict.” She touched her shoulder, which she was starting to notice was hurting quite a bit now that the initial adrenaline was dying down a bit. The cloth of the uniform was gone there; she could feel a different texture to the moist, hot skin and it was very tender to the touch. She must have been burned when the rocket hit so close to her. “I hope they aren’t hurting you too bad… I’m sorry I couldn’t do more to help you escape… it was… impulsive, not planned. I didn’t know if I could get the keys a second time… I wish I could have done something to stop them from attacking as you left…” This time when she paused, he gave a sort of hum. So she was more confident he was responding to what she said. He was trying to listen to her, to pay attention to how she was handling this.

She sighed in relief. “You… you are listening to what I say… trying to respond when you can. That’s… reassuring. Very reassuring. Makes me think you really do mean well by this, and I’m not just some snack being savored.” The response was another hum, slightly higher pitched, almost happier. Like he was pleased she understood he hadn’t done this to hurt her. A moment later the giant jerked to one side, and she wondered if he’d been hit with something stronger. He was trying to keep her calm… at least she was pretty sure that was his intention… She wished she could kind of return the favor. She was hesitant, but she pat his tongue beneath her. “Hang in there… you are tough enough I’m sure you can get past whatever they throw at you… I hope they aren’t hurting you too much.”

The giant jerked again, and lips parted to allow light through the teeth, illuminating the blue space around her and a deep growl reverberated through her bones. Teeth parted slightly as he let out an even louder growl, and she could briefly glance at what had him so angry. They had gotten out vehicle mounted weapons, and those could hit a lot harder than the rocket launchers. Enara barely managed to see his hand coming down towards one of them before the teeth and lips closed again. They were definitely making his escape hard. But despite the tension and anger at being attacked, he had seemed to remain relatively cautious of her in here.

Then there was a sudden, much harsher jerk and she felt herself tumbling back…”No!” She cried out as she knew she was heading towards his throat. She was terrified. Even if he was trying to be careful, all the harsh movement was going to send her to his stomach! She was going to die despite his best efforts! The tongue beneath her she rolled across suddenly went up, pressing her against the roof of the mouth. Thank goodness… Even as he fought and focused on the battle around him, he was doing his best to keep her safe. It was uncomfortable as the tongue moved, pushing her around to get her back to the middle front, but a relief. She sighed as she felt space around her again, “Thank you… I thought… Thank you.”

She felt more movement again, a slight bounce almost. She could only guess he was running to get distance so they couldn’t keep hounding him with weapons. A brief flash of light from the front of his mouth again as it opened and he took deeper breaths, but she remained undisturbed. She could hear the motor of a helicopter… They were following him as he ran, but she got a flash of movement and heard an impact, soon followed by a crash. She could only guess he threw something at the helicopter to keep it from tracking him as he finally got away from that awful place.

She hoped this meant he would get her out soon. Even if he had seemed to be trying to reassure her, it was still really scary to be in the mouth of a giant. She also couldn’t help but wonder what he did intend to do with her as he took her with him… and she found herself thinking aloud again, “Suppose doing this kinda blew up my life as I knew it. Even with everything you probably wrecked, the cameras would have picked up what I did and uploaded to remote back up. Guess I can’t really go home anymore.”

She suddenly found herself tumbling out onto the giant's hand. He was keeping a quick pace still, but no longer running. He did take a moment to glance down at her, and she finally heard him speak for the first time, two simple words; “Thank you.” She smiled, but her smile dropped when she saw his other hand go to his mouth and some of the guards pursuing them vanished down his gullet. He saw her expression, and gave a sheepish smile, “Don’t worry. You aren’t on the menu. But the refused me food and I needed something to hold me over… probably should get what I can from the helicopter too…” She frowned, “So… the stories aren’t wrong. Giants do eat people…” He sighed, “It’s… complicated. Usually when we do so it’s safe, just a bit of fun. We can… protect humans from being harmed in there if we choose. But in desperate situations? Where they have abused and starved us? Yeah, most of us will retaliate that way… You have a name, little rescuer?” She was a bit nervous of the massive giant, but nodded, “Uh… yeah. Enara. Enara Jaskolski” He smiled, “Interesting that a girl with a name that means the swallow bird… both your first and last name… would rescue a giant named Caelus… a name meaning god of the sky.”

He turned and started to where she saw smoke rising. She supposed she couldn’t blame him, he was desperate for food after being starved by these same people… but it was still unnerving, especially after he had her in his mouth for so long and came awfully close to swallowing her once. She looked away when he reached for the crashed helicopter and she could hear groans from barely alive people in the crash. She really didn’t want to think about it. But at least the sounds were brief before he turned to start moving again. She glanced up at him and saw an amused grin on his face, almost like he wanted to laugh. She cocked her head, “Is something funny?” He glanced down again, the light of the sun filtering through his dark hair, “Yeah, just that your name means swallow… but that you were one guard I didn’t want to swallow!” He seemed to think for a moment, “At least, not when I’m this hungry. Maybe safely some time just for fun.” Enara shuttered, “That’s not a reassuring thought.” “Not like you can go back to the life you had… although… The last name sounds familiar.”

She stared at the giant, “It… does?” “Yeah. I think I remember a sign on a farm with that name on it…” Caelus mused, “A while back. Pretty area near a river.” Enara was stunned silent. Her memory wasn’t the best from so long ago… but could this be the same giant that had saved her when she fell in the river? It seemed impossible… but… There couldn’t be that many giants or their existence would be more than just a fairytale to most.

He noticed her quiet and looked down at her, but decided not to press the matter. Poor girl was overwhelmed as it was. Gave up everything she knew to save his life. He’d give her time to think and process everything she just experienced. Maybe while he continued he could spot something large to catch and eat, like a bear or even better, a herd of buffalo. But for now he needed to keep moving, he didn’t want the bastards that caught him to have time to organize and catch up to him before he could hide from them.

#giant tiny #size difference #gt vore #fatal vore #unwilling prey #release #my writing #rescue #captivity #injury #safe vore

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Coastal Waves

Pssts, I know it's late but I promised you guys a story, right? Wow, this took me forever to do with irl stuff taking up my time, but who would guess this ended up being 8 pages long, not me! But I hope you guys enjoy this next story in this accidental merman series I created.

Warnings: abuse themes, soft vore, hard vore mentions, character viewed as property rather than individual.

Dream was pissed as he tried not to throw his cell phone across the room, the faint voice of Sapnap just adding to the ever-growing stress headache, how could so many years of hard work go to waste just like that! He worked too damn hard to find a viable Mer egg case that wasn’t just a lousy shark one that they imitated and nearly lost an arm when he took out the guarding parents at the nesting sites, he can’t have lost his property now. He brought a hand up to his face to feel the pale scar that ran from his left brow, across his eye to his nose, remembering the pink-haired merman that he fought a while back during his…research collecting. That was the only fish he halfway respected but also hated them as they were an ambassador. He remembered almost punching the television when he saw that blank-faced bastard behind the blond one as the treaty was signed, why should he be friendly to a talking goldfish? After everything, their species had done, and more than likely still did?

“Dream?? What do we do about Tommy, how do we find out who took him?”

Sapnap’s voice continued to be grating on his ears as he sighed,” I have cameras in the house, I’ll be able to watch the footage while you get over here, so hurry up.” He ended the call before the man could respond, quickly walking over to his computer to check over the files, starting from today up to the day he left the mer… and couldn’t help but snarl in rage at the sight he saw. The door was broken down by men in black suits, a familiar-looking brunette, and finally the pink hair bastard striding in like he owned the place. Dream couldn’t help but sweep the books off his desk in rage, of course, it would be him. He was almost ready to slam the laptop shut when he watched the interactions between the three Mers and felt his mouth drop as the pink-haired Mer drank a large glass of water … before they swallowed his Tommy whole. It seemed to almost talk to its middle before the group left, why in the world would they eat their offspring that way, did they want to make him last longer? There was no way to recover his property now… He almost kicked the table, but Dream was quickly struck with a thought… what if they didn’t truly eat Tommy… He rolled over to one of his journals, flipping through the worn pages until he got to the sketched anatomy of the mer... and noted how in a human the esophagus would solely lead to the stomach, but it branches in mers. One pathway led to a stomach more powerful than any human’s, but the other led to a separate organ… one that shared a wall with a lung… which meant it also received oxygen. The perfect place to store away tiny offspring that could easily be eaten by a predator, nothing can get them if you eat them first. Just like mouth-brooding fish species…only with more foolproof protection.

Dream couldn't help but let a smile grow across his face… this means he could get his Tommy back, and all his hard work didn’t go to waste.

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Phil sighed softly as he sorted through the paperwork at his desk, using his free hand to roll around a dark purple scale, gods above did he hate doing this stuff? ‘Why did humans have to make things so complicated, things were so much easier when his kind was allowed to just eat them, but now he has to act all civil with them due to the treaty.’ He lifted up the newspaper as the humans called it and smiled at the picture of him and his sons, marveling at how it captured their likeness completely in the flimsy material, ”at least some humans make exciting things.” His thought drifted to how his dorsal fin had a massive chunk missing from it thanks to a fisherman's gaff hook, there were some nasty ones out there… especially the one his boys were currently trying to find, that masked bastard had attacked multiple nesting sights and had the gall to attack one of his son's head on. The only reason he managed to escape was thanks to spraying his son in the face with a burning liquid. It took ages for the pain to fade in the water, but the human had already fled by that point and couldn’t be found.

Speaking of which, his boys should have arrived back here ages ago, he rumbled quietly in his chest slightly as he worried, he knew that the recon mission was dangerous. He should have just sent humans to scope out the house, sure they would have been fodder for any traps the masked one had, but it would have meant his pod was safe. He jerked with his phone rang on the desk, another human device that had good uses, and sighed in relief as he heard Wilbur’s voice on the other side,” are you boys alright, did you find them, Why aren’t you home yet?” His anxiety over his children's safety eased as his youngest laughed through the speaker, making his heart rate slow as he listened to every word with his full attention.

“We didn’t find them, but we did find some documents with a name, apparently the bastard's name is Dream….but we do have a very interesting surprise for you when we arrive home. Can you set up the pool with a finer filtration system and set the water to be warmer for when we get back?”

This made Phil hum in confusion as he moved to stand, slipping the scale into his pocket and putting the papers back into a neat stack on his desk,” You know that Techno likes the temperature cooler and he’ll be pissed the next time he swims, but why do I need to set up the finer filtration, one of you aren’t sick right?” He couldn’t help but give a concerned whine at the thought of them being sick and not close enough for him to care for them, how can he not worry for them when they were the only ones to survive the spawning?

His son let out another pearl of warm laughter on the other side of the phone, making Phil want to hum in response“ Like I said we are bringing home a surprise for you to see, and Techno won’t complain that much about the heat when you see what we’re bringing.”There was a faint rumbling on the other side of the phone that almost sounded like the same parental noise that Phil had done, but there was no way the two of them would be making that sound.

Phil just sighed again as he entered the large pool room as the humans would call it, it was almost as if a mini ocean was placed into the human building, filled with every manner of sea life imaginable to keep them from feeling too homesick as they finish their work with the humans. He stuck a hand inside the water to gently stroke the back of the rescued sea turtle that Techno lovingly named Carl,” Alright but just ease your old man's heart and get home soon.”

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Techno couldn’t help but rumble happily as he felt the guppy in his pouch wriggle around, enjoying the slowly dropped-in shrimp pieces, basking in the instinctual feelings long thought to be non-existent in himself; until now. He mildly rubbed at his pouch as he thought of names for his new guppy. ‘Did they already have a name from before they were in the human's control, would they even want a new one, ..... I think Theseus would fit them really well..’

He jumped slightly when a hand slip up to sit next to his own, his body acting defensively as he snarled at the possible threat while protecting his middle, but relaxed slightly as his brother held up his hands,” whoa Technie, it's just me, I just wanted to feel the guppy.” He lowered his lips back over his teeth as he relaxed slightly, it was just Wilbur and he knew he would try to take his guppy, he was his brother after all. He slowly moved his hand aside as his brother's cool hand moved to take its place, it was a foreign sensation that almost made him twitch away, much like how he normally did whenever he was touched by anyone. This was worse since his body seemed to realize that his core held such extremely precious cargo, but his mind knew that his brother was family and wouldn’t hurt the tiny guppy, he shivered as the child pressed back at the exploring hand.

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Wilbur couldn’t help the low purr that rumbled out of his throat when he felt the small pressure press back against him from under his brother’s skin, just faintly hearing the curious chirping from within, there was the little guppy. He let the smile fall from his lips as he looked up to Techno with a more grim expression, ”He looks very young, but to be as small as he is and still use human speech that well, he should be much bigger..” Techno let out a slightly angry hiss at what he knew his brother was suggesting, like most species of fish, mers were semi-indeterminate growers and would only grow in size if they had adequate food in their environment. Their newest guppy was clearly much older than their size let on, which meant that the tiny tank and limited food the human gave them indicated that they stopped growing in size to conserve their energy, to be able to speak that well-meant they should be closer to human size.

“He needs to get a lot higher quality foods if we are going to correct his size problem, maybe some high-grade tuna or something redder if you catch my drift.” Wilbur watched as Techno’s eyes slid to look at the human driver in thought, “but not our employees, we can source some later when they're settled.” He chuckled slightly as his brother leaned back into his seat and the driver let out the tiniest breath of relief, man humans were fun to mess with, but he had somewhere else to focus. He brought his face closer to his brother's chest and let out his own croons to the guppy, muttering out the mer words for family, they were safe, and how happy he was. His higher and more melodic crooning was soon matched by the gruffer and monotone croons from Techno, leaving the car filled with a symphony of sounds only known to the darkest depths of the ocean….

And leading the poor human driver to grip the steering wheel tighter as their skin crawled with the instinctual thought of “This isn't for human ears….I would die just hearing this if I wasn't an employee.”

*`*

Tommy was very confused by everything that was happening to him, one minute he thought he was going to die from the giant mer swallowing him, but now he didn’t know that was going to happen. He was being fed his favorite food despite not doing anything to deserve the reward and the mers were speaking the forbidden words…but he couldn’t help but chirp happily to them, like a hidden part of himself was finally set free. The walls of the stomach around him rumbled with every word the big mer spoke. It was very scary at first, but the warm walls gently rubbing his skin made him feel more at ease than ever in his life. This was even better than when Dream would take him out of his tank to hold him, letting him rest on the man's chest so he could hear his heart, it was the one reward he strived for the most. But now it felt like he was even closer to the Mer’s heart than he ever was Dream’s, and he couldn’t help himself but press himself back against the mer’s hand. He let out his own chirps when he heard the voice of the second mer, they were brown-haired if he remembered correctly, but their voice sounded so pretty! They were just like the human voices that came out of the Tv and radio, but better as they spoke in a language that made everything in his body react, not just his ears. Then the larger mer started their own rumbling chirps around him and his entire being was being shaken by the two voices, and he couldn’t stop himself from joining in, chirping loudly as he frantically swam around the organ and letting his hands and fins brush the warm surfaces.

He was so happy, and he couldn’t imagine things becoming better than they already were.

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Phil couldn’t help but let out a low trill of relief as he watched the car pull into the driveway and saw his two boys exit the vehicle, quickly making his way outside to check them over for any injuries, making his way to Wilbur first and gently patting him down. “What took you so long, it was just supposed to be a recon mission and you managed to bust into one of that human’s hideouts??” He let out a displeased rumble when Wilbur laughed off his checking and told him to calm down, he then turned to Techno and froze when the taller let out a low growl when his hands drew near. It made a matching growl rumble in his chest, he was the eldest and pod leader of the group and he did not stress over his son’s health to have his authority challenged,” Now why the fuck are you growling at me Techno…”

The humans in the vicinity were amazed to watch the giant 6’4 pink-haired mer that they had seen destroy a car once before when he got frustrated with it cower down to the only 5’9 blond mer, bringing the mental image of a burley Rottweiler cowering to a lithe hound. Phil was close to snarling out a challenge but he whirled when his other son placed his hands on his shoulders, Wilbur wearing a stressed and submissive smile. “Remember the surprise I talked about Dad, Techno is just being a bit protective about it, he’s not challenging you.”

Phil let the snarl fall as he looked back towards Techno, relaxing as the larger one nodded and only brought his arms around his body in a defensive but clearly submissive posture, leaving the elder the sigh at his own behavior. “I’m sorry Techno, I was so ready to come to find you boys, I guess my stress got the best of me.” He slowly brought his hand over to his son’s shoulder and smiled gratefully when the pinkette purred lowly at the parental contact, his instincts really did jump the wave crest there. He was still curious about the surprise his boys promised, especially as Techno grew closer to him and Wilbur to purr louder, a behavior his son rarely did.

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Technoblade was immensely happy at this moment, he was with every member of his pod and was going to share his guppy with his father, nothing more could be right with the world. He couldn’t help but lightly compress his storage around the guppy and purr louder when they wriggled, he needed to refresh their water after introductions, they needed quality treatment after being kept in that dingy tank not even fit for a mucksucker. He took a deep breath as he entered the pool room, feeling almost at home with the salty smell, especially when Carl poked his head above the water and quickly swam to the edge closest to them. He gave the turtle a gentle stroke before moving to strip off the restrictive human clothing he was forced to wear, though he did enjoy the white ‘button down’ with its golden buttons, and let his body slide into the almost too-warm water. His human legs fused together as the outer covering of human-like skin dissolved away, showing off the scarred pink scales and blood-red fins that flared at the opportunity to stretch out, as well as the protective slime coating that once sealed his gills so he could breathe like he missed doing.

A pair of splashes drew his eyes open to see his brother and father already in the process of changing, his brother's blue scales almost appearing invisible if it weren’t for the stripes of pale yellow and his father's dark green and black scales shimmering from the displaced rays of light, making him feel almost nostalgic. He brought a hand up to gently press at his storage as he let out a low rumbling purr, giving a soft rumble of guppy safe before starting the process of releasing the tiny mer.

*`*

Tommy gave a sharp chirp of panic as the soft walls pressed into him, flattening down his fins and trapping his arms to his sides, not knowing what was happening as he distinctly felt himself being moved. The big mer didn't change his mind did they, or did he do something wrong to be punished by them? He ate all the shrimp they gave him even if it made his stomach hurt a bit, but he was still being good right?? He froze in his wriggling as his upper half entered the mouth of the giant mer, completely fearful as the jaws slowly parted to let water flood inside along with giant fingers. He let himself be pulled out gently, blinking wearily as he tried to get used to the bright light, but yelped as the fingers released him.

He truly expected to fall to the ground with a painful splat like the last time he was cropped, but swore he felt like he was floating back in his tank… he opened his eyes slowly to try not to break the illusion he was sure to be in. He froze as was looking at the giant mer in the face, the bright red eyes watching him with a fond expression as their pink hair floated around them…wait floated? Tommy turned with a flick of his tail and gasped at the sight before him, it was nothing like he had ever seen before!

The ‘tank’ they were in was absolutely massive, even bigger than the tub Dream would put him in when his tank needed to be cleaned, and full of fish! He was only used to seeing the thin silvery fish that darted around his tiny tank when Dream added them, but here they were all different sizes and colors. He flinched when a giant brown and red thing drew close to him, forcing him to dart into the safety of the giant mer’s hair, but watched in amazement as his protector stroked the creature's head before pushing it along. His gaze was drawn away when he heard a gentle crooning and he chirped happily at the brown-haired mer as they drew nearer, and encouraged him to leave his pink hideaway. He smiled brightly at them, letting his fins twitch happily as he got to swim freely between the two giants, showing off his best tricks to earn their praise. He let out his own happy trills as they purred at his actions, but jumped at a different tone of purrs rumbling through his body.

With a turn of his head, his eyes met a similar pair of blue ones, and he realized he was looking at another large mer. Their blond hair was similar to his own and he was surprised to see their eyes dilate in excitement at him, he looked at the other two in confusion, but they were extremely relaxed as they watched the reaction. He turned back as the green-scaled mer drew closer, and allowed himself to be cupped within their hands as they drew him up to their face, and he watched their face change into a joyous expression. He was even amazed to see that the green mer had a chuck missing from the back fin just like he did! The blond mer purred loudly as the others drew closer, leaving Tommy at the center of the deadliest creatures on earth, but he never felt safer in his life. The blond looked at him so fondly and rumbled out something so softly that Tommy never imagined them as the monster Dream always said they were.

“My guppy… my pod..”

.u.

Dream looked over his notes carefully, circling the words pepper spray, copper acetate, and crude oil, and laughed quietly to himself,” try to breathe through this you talking goldfish.” He glanced over when his phone chimed with an incoming text and let his laugh boom into a full cackle as he saw the message from Sapnap.

Sapnap: I have the address for the Mermen ambassador's home, I hope they didn’t hurt-

Dream didn’t even bother reading the rest of the text as he rolled his chair over to his desktop, setting up his multiple ‘blob’ accounts to order his supplies and begin his prep. He stole his Tommy away from protective mers before, he can easily do it again and take out the ambassadors all in one move. He needed to teach those fish a lesson, they think that they could get away with eating humans for centuries with a simple ‘stop polluting our home and we will provide our knowledge’ all with the subtle threat of making the ocean a warzone.

He would focus on the majority later, for now, he just needed to show the trio what happens when his property is stolen. He would get his Tommy back at all costs.

#jkknight writing #jkknight story #soft vore #safe vore #hard vore mention #mcyt g/t community #mcyt vore #mcyt g/t vore #gosh this took forever

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benjaminthewolf · 1 year

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Thor (God Of War) Lol

Fun fact: I have so little fear that I worked on this at the dining room table when everyone was getting the thanksgiving diner food ready. I am just simply built different.

(Ok I hadn’t gotten to the actual vore part yet but still…)

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Your ragged, shivering breath is shakily heaved in and out of your lungs, frosting up the airways with its chill, before it is inevitably warmed by your being and released back into the cold again as a whitened cloud of mist. Both you and Thor had known that the oncoming storm was going to be cold, but neither of you could have ever predicted it would be this level of horrid.

Desperately leaning forwards a little and arching your form over the flames, the large, sizzling fire that the two of you had lit to keep warm was ultimately doing quite little to aid against the constant soaring freeze, much to both of your worries. You were, indeed, donning a layered set of specialized winter gear, and yet that fact combined with the fire only seemed to add even more to the taunting cries of the storm, as it seemingly knew quite well that none of your puny little attempts at resisting against its power were ultimately all in vain.

That was exactly why Thor had raised the, at the time, rather strange question to you. For both himself and the storm recognized implicitly that even the vast earthly power of its raw, icy sting was all but effortlessly triumphed and overcome by the array greater abilities possessed by the divine, all physically encompassed deep inside the depths of the towering, powerful being that was such a god as Thor.

Thor gets up and settles his giant form next to yours, instead of forcing you to get up and risk even more than was already at hand. A quivering smile is shakily formed across your face as the large man gently wraps his arms around you, and, in subsequent preparation for the encompassing journey ahead, in turn encompasses your inside his outside frame, gently and sensually settling against that of your frail and meager own. Your cheek is pressed even deeper into the powerful man’s chest, causing a sudden, warmed shudder to rattle its way throughout your mortal being. You gently nuzzle your face up against Thor’s chest, whilst his callused, strengthened hands cautiously wrap around your relatively tiny form.

Making your arms move up and forth as well, they soon are caused to settle upon the soft, chubby stomach against the great man’s middle. Allowing rapidly steadying breath after rapidly steadying breath to ease in and out of your lungs as you rub and knead your longing, slim fingers and palms around the area, you are soon quite easily able to detect the deeply confined white noise radiating from Thor’s body as such.

At first, it was merely his heartbeat, throbbing and pulsing away inside his ribs. You wished o’ so dearly you could just, simply melt into his body and wrap yourself all around his heart, but you knew quite well that you would be getting as close as was mortally possible to that very organ very, very soon, and thus, did not bring it up.

After a while, however, the former sense of silence that had been radiating out from the middle is finally broken and freed, thus causing your body to naturally heat up with desire. A beckoning, howling symphony of wondrous rumbles and groans scattering on forth towards your ears, and causes the both of you to smile, as you are finally able to recognize that the time has come at last.

Thor is absolutely nothing but silent, gentle, and cautious as he slowly peels your being off from his skin, and lifts you on up, and towards his still closed maw. He lets in and out a sigh through his nose, causing a warm front of air to get blown directly onto your face, before at last the giant man clears up his throat, and, without anything more to do, opens up his maw.

Thor slowly extends out his tongue, and gently caresses it upon your face, allowing your body to be graced upon a sample of his heat, before at last, the man’s jaws are stretched just wide enough for your head to be placed inside, the gaping sight of his maw highly enticing your mind. You are able to feel the natural gradient of heat embracing itself upon your head and neck as your cheek is squished upon his tongue. The squishy, pink muscle allows your face to become slathered with his wet, sticky saliva.

Thor’s breath is pushed in and out, in and out, against your rapidly warming form. He begins to ease your body back towards his gullet, causing the top of your head to bump against his uvula whilst he does so. The man’s gullet at last opens wide as you are inched closer to it, thus revealing to you the squelching tube that is his esophagus just desperately waiting for your arrival. Your head gently sinks deeper and deeper into his gullet, before at last, Thor swallows, and your head is fully inside.

As your middle is subsequently shoved into his maw, Thor is now able to gently clasp his jaws down without risk of you falling out. He lifts his head up and very cautiously lowers his teeth to hold your legs and feet in place without causing you pain. Now with his hands free, he begins to rub ever so slowly over the slight bulge you are making in his throat. Able to feel it from the outside, your being starts to feel slightly tingly as Thor suddenly swallows again. Now with only your legs and feet left to be downed, Thor can fully close his maw and lower his head back to its natural position. Taking just a few seconds to get his bearings again before finishing the swallowing, Thor gives a couple of preemptive pats over his guts, knowing quite well that pretty soon, it would become even larger than it naturally was under any normal circumstances.

Finally swallowing for the third and final time, Thor lets out a considerably satisfied sigh as he plops down into the snow next to the fire, and merely awaits for your arrival to commence. You on the inside are now able to feel the constant squeezing motions easing in upon your body as you are carefully escorted down to the chamber below. Thor places his hands on his guts and gives a slight lick across his lips as you are suddenly able once more to detect all the white noise you had formerly only experienced from the outside of the man’s being.

Sensing the thumping of Thor’s heart pulsing and echoing all around your form, you gingerly force yourself to become silent, so you may be able to detect the unmistakable gurgling that was indicative of one’s own stomach. Sure enough, the moment it became audible, for some inexplicable reason, the former experiences of the cold were now but a long gone, distant memory.

Thor is able to feel your body getting squeezed out of his lower esophageal sphincter, filling up his stomach and causing the great organ to expand to fit your form as a result. Thor’s already rather chubby gut is therefore grown to an even larger size as a deep, rumbling growl is suddenly detectable from the outside. Patting and rubbing his giant hands all over the even more giant stomach as the sloshing and churning only picked up upon the arrival of a sudden ginormous meal, the powerful man silently gives a smile, as he is, indeed, aware that for the moment being, his work here is done.

You on the inside are only able to feverishly snuggle your entire body against the soft, goopy walls as the harmless liquids around you wettened up your form and positively ensconced your mind deeper and deeper inside. As the walls’ natural coding subsequently caused them to expand and contract their cushiony, pink lining all around your being, all of those horrid, frigid memories of you shivering out in the cold merely less than ten minutes ago, are rapidly melted away, as now, all that was present around you, keeping you warm and safe from the absolutely no doubt livid winds outside, was the slimy, squishy stomach of your own beloved Thor, the god whom you had bonded with, and had now broken the physical barrier with on this bitter winter’s trek. Nothing, nowadays, came easily to anyone, much less that of solidarity and comfort. And yet, here to you, the lucky friend of Thor, had come not only that exactly, but, you see, as was rather excessively tangible as you were squeezed up against the loving god’s goopy, gurgling guts, so, so, so much more.

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silver-tooth-the-panther · 10 months

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Can I request some Sekido noms?

Prompt: Reader gets easily scared from anything that moves and accidentally stumbles upon Sekido. Reader gets spooked and makes an attempt to get away.

Take your time!

(Hello again, friend! I’m sorry this took pretty long, but I know you understand. I’ve been pretty backed up on requests, so yeah. I still had a lot of fun writing wand I hope you enjoy it! For those who don’t know, those story tales place in my AU)

In The Belly of The Beast

(A Sekido and Scared! Reader Fanfic)

Warnings: A lot of fearplay, mention of death, pleas for mercy, and soft vore

“Damn it! How did I get lost?” You cried as you wandered through the dark forest. You hated it here. Everything in the dark woods terrified you. Even the sound of an owl’s hoot would be enough to make you jump out of your skin.

You were sent here to find a better way to the city. You lived pretty far off from the nearest city and it would take you hours to get there if you needed anything. So finding a better way was pretty much necessary. “If only I had brought a map.” You huffed. *I hope that there aren’t any demons out here.”

You continued to make your way through the woods. Every crack and chirp made you tense and feel uneasy. With every woodland creature that crossed your path came another heart attack. You eventually came to a clearing where a river stood.

“Finally, fresh water! Maybe that’ll calm my nerves!” You were about to step into the clearing when you saw a figure sitting on a rock ledge. It’s body shone perfectly in the moonlight. You gasped before covering your mouth, but that still attracted the creature’s attention.

Sekido, Hantengu’s manifestation of anger, sat on the ledge quietly. This was his place to go when he wanted to blow off steam. Ever since Tanjiro had become the new demon king and he became a half demon, life had been a lot more peaceful. The demons were allowed do to as they pleased and everyone was much happier.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean that Sekido didn’t get annoyed anymore. Usually it was either Douma and Enmu or Urogi and Karaku who were the culprits. Today, Urogi and Karaku were badgering him about the lack of sweets in the Infinity Castle. Don’t get him wrong, Sekido loved his brothers dearly, but they really did act like children sometimes.

Since he couldn’t find Aizetsu to vent to, Sekido decided that going out here was the next best thing. Sekido was admiring the beauty of the moonlight and enjoying his own little thoughts, when he heard a gasp. He turned his head quickly to see a human. “What’s a human doing here?” Sekido growled as his red eyes bore into the human.

“A-a a demon!” You screamed as you backed away. Sekido glared at you wrathfully. “Yes I am a demon. So what?” He was annoyed by your words, believing that they were rude.

He suddenly realized that you were truly afraid of his presence. “I know that you must not know this, but we demons don’t ea-“ “Ahhh!” You yelled as you fumbled backwards. You needed to get away from this beast.

Sekido rushed after you. He didn’t want you to cause a ruckus in the woods. Possibly so you won’t alert any carnivorous animals. He was much faster than you were. Sekido quickly grabbed you by the arms and held you tightly against his chest.

You squirmed in an attempt to break free. Your fear of being ripped to shreds overcame you. “Would you knock it off?!” Sekido growled, angrily. “If you would listen to me, then you would know that demons don’t eat humans anymore! Least not in the way you would think.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?!” You yelled as you continued to squirm in the demon’s grasp. “Well, nowadays we eat them in a way that doesn’t hurt them. We do this rarely though.” Sekido huffed as he tried to hold you.

“You expect me to believe that?!” You scoffed. “That’s not possible!” Sekido was getting more and more irritated by the second. He understood why you didn’t believe him, but it still frustrated him.

“Do you want me to show you, then?! Fine!” Before you could even understand what was going on, Sekido showed your upper body into his maw. “Wait! Please don’t kill me!” Your yells were muffled as the beast continued to swallow you.

Sekido’s throat was tight, yet soft. You thrashed about, trying to get out. “Please! I’m begging you!” You cried as you went further and further into Sekido’s body.

The demon felt guilty as he heard your muffled pleas. The real reason why he was doing this was so you wouldn’t alert any wolves or bears. Sekido truly had no intention of hurting you.

In a few seconds, your body reached the demon’s belly. It was oddly warm and soft, but you didn’t let yourself relax. You covered your face and cried. You were finished, stuck in a demon’s belly.

Sekido’s heart broke as he heard your muffled cries. He truly didn’t want to scare you. The demon sat back down on his ledge and started to rub circles on his tummy.

“Now, now. There’s no need to be upset.” Sekido tried to make his voice sound soothing. That was what Aizetsu did for him after all. “No need?! You just ate me!” You cried. You had no idea what the demon was talking about.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I just..couldn’t have you waking a bear or a pack of wolves. Then you definitely would’ve been dead.” You were surprised at Sekido’s words. “You did this..to protect me?” You sniffled as you wiped your tears away.

“Yes..” The demon slightly purred as he continued to rub his slightly bloated belly. You let your body ease on the soft walls. Sekido’s stomach felt like a soft pouch that cradled your body. It was..surprisingly soothing.

“Sorry..for panicking.” You sighed as you snuggled into the soft walls. “No no. I understand why you did. Most humans don’t know that we demons have changed.” Sekido’s voice was oddly reassuring.

“Would it be okay..if I stayed in here a little longer?” You asked anxiously. The demons tummy was relaxing and the sounds of his heartbeat and stomach were soothing to listen to. A soft purr came from Sekido. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

#comfort vore #safe vore #soft vore #vore writing #demon slayer vore #half-demon! tanjiro au

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cyncerity · 2 years

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:0 part two to the karlnapity sizeshifter reveal fic? it was so good i'd love to see fluff or noms with them if you wanted too :D

This was literally like 5th thing in my inbox, and was asked the same day i posted the first part to this au, which means it’s been in there for well over a year.

Anyway i haven’t stopped thinking about it. It’s always just kinda been in the back of my mind, so i hope this anon is still around to see it actually get answered shsklssjshw

So, without further ado, here are some karlnapity soft noms 💖

tw: vore

“Sapnap, i’m fuckin tired. And hungry. Get me food.” Quackity said, burying his face further into Sapnap’s chest where he was laying and weakly slapping the “ground” below him to make a point. Karl weakly nodded in agreement from his place laying beside him. Sapnap sighed. “I would love to if you two would get up for 2 seconds and let me grab something from the fridge.” He responded, barely looking up from a comic book he’d taken earlier that day.

Ever since Sapnap had told his fiancés he was a shifter, it had opened up a whole new world for them, and the three of them loved it. Quackity and Karl could boss Sapnap around a bit and make him gather things cause it’s be “easier for him” and he has an “advantage cause he could blend in with the humans.” Which, to be fair, was true, but Sapnap had a feeling that his boyfriends were just lazy. Not that he minded, he preferred the teasing over them being scared of him (like he had expected) by a long shot. It made him happy to know that even if he didn’t feel 100% ok at his human size yet, they trusted him fully, even if he looked like something they were all taught to fear. They’d also taken to hanging out in the employee break room after the store closed. Even if they loved the traditional hole in the wall home they’d built together, the break room had a microwave, fridge, beanbag chairs, and other cool human things that it had taken the trio way too long to figure out how to use (especially the microwave).

Which led to where they were now; Sapnap at human size reclined on a beanbag with his two tiny fiancés laying half asleep on his chest at what had to be around 2 in the morning. And as much as he loved them and was internally awwing and screaming at how cute they looked and how much they trusted him (they were his boyfriends, all right? he was allowed to fawn and simp over them as much as he wanted), he was actually pretty hungry and also tired and was getting sick of their refusal to move and let him get them food so they could fucking sleep. He loved them but god could they be impossible.

“Just shift a bit more and reach the fridge, it can’t be that hard.” Quackity said, face still shoved down in the fabric of Sapnap’s hoodie. Karl once again just nodded in agreement, though Sapnap didn’t think Karl was actually processing anything. Sapnap groaned. “I fucking hate shifting that big. I don’t wanna.” “Oh so you’re gonna let your fiancés starve huh? Rude.” “Fine, ok, i’m not playing this game, but you owe me, alright?” “Yup, whatever you want.”

Sapnap smirked at that last bit. Since Sapnap had found out about some…other abilities, he and his fiancés had been testing those a bit more often. One in particular they’d only tested out a few times, but for Sapnap, the few times he’d done it had been absolute bliss, and now he had an excuse to do it again.

But he had to get to the fucking fridge first. Sapnap groaned obnoxiously just to show Quackity how annoyed he was (he assumed Karl had fallen asleep at this point, given that he had gone practically still and his breathing had evened after the last time he nodded) and began to turn around on the beanbag. He had been facing the fridge, so he had to shift so he could reach the other end of the room, and he had a grow a good bit in order for his arm to be able to grab the door. Without any more hesitation, he began to shift bigger.

He held back a grunt of pain. He didn’t shift bigger than human size often cause it took more energy than was worth it most of the time, and now that he was tired it was especially achy. He didn’t want Quackity to feel bad for suggesting it, though, and the thought of what Sapnap would get to do after kept him going. He moved agonizingly slowly and carefully to not disturb the two on his chest (and especially to not wake Karl), but eventually he managed to reach over to open the fridge and grabbed the first thing his hand touched, quickly closing it and shifting back, pulling the thing he grabbed back with him.

He laid a hand over his fiancés to steady them as he looked over the food in his hand. Huh. One of those meat and cheese snack packs. Could definitely be worse.

Quackity pushed one of Sapnap’s fingers away gently and looked up expectantly, tapping Karl to wake him. Karl hummed a bit but made no move to lift his head. Sapnap chuckled and removed the packaging from the snack and handed 2 little blocks of what he assumed were cheddar cheese and pepperoni to his boyfriends and watched Quackity eat both of his almost immediately and Karl take a few bites out of each before falling asleep again soon after. Quackity ate his fair share before looking up at Sapnap again, confusion clear on his face.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” Sapnap just smirked. “Nah, I was hungry for something else tonight.” He grinned wider as he gently swiped a thumb across Quackity’s cheek, watching his boyfriends eyes widen face darken in color, freezing in place for a minute before he sighed, trying to hide a smile. “C’mon, Sap, really?” “Yeah, really, you owe me, remember?” “For fucks sake, do I have t- hey!!” Quackity was cut off by Sapnap reaching to his head and plucking the bandana he always wore off, taking joy in messing up his fiancés hair, and lightly tossing it into his mouth, swallowing shortly after. “You want that back, right?” Sapnap said slyly, a lighter blush forming across his cheeks.

“…fuck you.” Quackity responded, face deadpan but still the same shade of red, showing Sapnap that he wasn’t really as opposed to this as he’d like to seem. Quackity began to climb higher on Sapnap’s shirt before Sap just brought a hand under him and lifted him up to his face. “You ready?” “Again, fuck you.” “Q, be honest with me here, im not gonna do this without your permission.” Sapnap responded, a note of concern in his voice. Fuck, this was why Q fell for him. As much as Sanap was brash and kinda stupid, he was the most genuine and kind boyfriend a borrower could ever want. Even if he was a bit weird. So, he sighed and smiled, rolling his eyes before making eye contact with the giant in front of him. “Just get on with it already, you’re hungry, aren’t you? I’m good.”

Sapnap smiled at the fond look his fiancé gave him and began to lift him higher. He slowly brought his hand closer to his mouth and used his tongue to pull his tiny boyfriend in, gently shutting his teeth behind him with a soft click. After he felt Quackity get settled, he started to lick him, slicking him up for the journey down. He heard Quackity yell in disgust, but he simply stifled a laugh and kept going.

He tilted his head back gently, letting gravity pull Quackity farther back into the throat. He felt a few gentle pats on his tongue and took this as his que, starting to take small swallows to bring his fiancé down. He gently pressed a hand to his throat and felt the bulge that his lover made as he descended farther down past his collarbone and deep into his core, shifting and moving slightly the rest of the way down only because Sapnap had admitted to him once that it felt nice.

He soon felt a weight drop into his stomach, the organ giving a loud gurgle in response, making Quackity laugh from within. Sapnap flustered a bit and pressed down where he could feel his boyfriend for a few seconds to mess with him before releasing the pressure and starting to massage the area. “You alright in there, duckling?” “Santo mierda,” Quacktiy sighed as Sapnap felt him get more comfortable, “I forgot how tight it was on the way down. There is, like, no tension left in me at all, it’s like the worlds most constricting massage.” “So…you’re good?” Quackity chuckled a bit in response before patting on the stomach wall next to him. “Yeah, i’m good. And i got my bandana back, so, again, fuck you.”

Sapnap laughed as he continued to rub circles over where he felt his little fiancé, trying his best to ignore the consistent gurgles his stomach would make and the fact that Quackity seemed to find it hilarious, though he was trying to hide his laughter. Whatever, Sapnap knew he hadn’t eaten real food, he’d just ignore the noises for now. Unfortunately, someone else was having a harder time ignoring it.

“…Sapnap?” Karl said, rubbing bleary eyes as he sat up from his position on the shifter’s chest, causing Sapnap to panic almost immediately. “Oh my god, Karl, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you up.” “You didn’t, your stomach did.” Karl laughed, yawning and stretching his arms. “Did you forget to eat?” “Hmmm, not quite,” Sapnap smirked, laying a finger on Karl’s head and lightly messing with some of his hair, which the smaller man made no complaints against, “but isn’t someone missing?” At this, Karl looked up at Sapnap past his finger and then around the area where Quackity had been with him. He looked confused for only a moment before he registered what Sapnap had meant. “You two are weird.” Karl scoffed, pressing himself more into the finger in a headbutt-like form of affection.

“You wanna be weird with us?” Sapnap asked, licking his lips so Karl could know exactly what he meant. But while Karl’s face turned a light pink at this, he merely shrugged. “Not tonight, too tired for all that. I just wanna sleep.” Karl said, shifting himself to slide further down Sapnap’s torso. The shifter was confused for a moment until Karl reached the bottom of his shirt and tried valiantly to lift it higher, and Sapnap turned red, realizing what his boyfriend was trying to do. He reached down and pulled his shirt up higher since Karl was having trouble moving it by himself, and Karl wasted no time climbing back up until he was right above Quackity. Karl pressed against the top of the stomach from the outside and Sapnap saw his eyes light up as Quackity pressed back.

“Hi lovely!” Karl shouted, face practically pressed into Sapnap’s belly, which definitely didn’t fluster the shifter at all. “Karlos!!” He heard Quackity call back, shouting loud enough that Karl could barely hear him through the layers of muscle and skin between them. “Sorry we woke you up, mi amor.” “That’s alright, i’m gonna go back to bed, i just didn’t want you to fall asleep without knowing how much i loooove yooou.” Karl responded in a sleepy, drawn out syrupy voice, which made Quackity laugh loud enough for Sapnap to feel the vibrations. “I love you too, Karl, goodnight darling. Just one question, though: how flustered is Sapnap right now?” Karl looked up and, though Sapnap did his best to avoid eye contact, he couldn’t easily hide the bright red that shone through his cheeks. “I’m not, fuck off.” Sapnap retorted, looking back at Karl to see a cheeky grin on his face. He pressed his face back into Sapnap’s torso, the pride clear in his voice as he responded “Oh, very.”

“Ok, enough, this is bullying, this is harassment.” Sapnap said, picking up Karl with one hand and laying his free hand over his stomach, effectively blocking out Karl and Quackity’s communication. Nevertheless, now both boys were just trying to get Sapnap flustered, with Karl making kissy noises in his direction and Quackity rattling off some of the worst pick up lines Sapnap had ever heard.

He just laughed, blushing and sputtering excuses while the two he cared more about than anything in the world laughed with him. God, what did he do to deserve them? They were his world, his everything. He loved them. He loved them more than he could ever love anything.

Their laughter died down, fatigue finally catching up with them after what could only have been the past few minutes. Sapnap set Karl back down on his chest, where the smaller man immediately slid back down and rested himself above the hand Sapnap still had laid over Quackity. Karl was out like a light almost immediately after he was settled, and Quackity joined him shortly after. Sapnap stayed awake a bit longer, just looking down at them. He could feel Quackity’s calm, even breaths from within him, and Karl had a slight smile on his face, a light pink still brushing his cheeks. He felt like every time he looked at them, he fell in love all over again. How he got lucky enough to end up with the most caring, understanding partners in the world was beyond him, but it meant more to him when he saw them like this. Quackity trusting him enough to sleep literally within him, where he was fully at Sapnap’s will. And Karl not flinching away from him for a moment, even choosing to rest on his hand, trusting Sapnap not to grab him or hurt him. His heart swelled the more he thought about it. They trusted him. And, as he fell asleep, he promised himself that he’d make sure they always had a reason to.

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alexcutecolly · 5 months

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I saw you also got the ask game! So I wanna know

👅👄🥰💘

Hi Rosey! Thank you for the ask! 💕

Here's what I think about:

👅: Tongues

They're genuinely such a good part of vore. Through the tongue(s) the very first contact between pred and prey takes place, and thanks to that the former learns plenty of info about the latter. For example, what they taste like, and how they react to being licked and what not.

Also in a scenario with a very willing prey, some mouthplay where the pred makes use of their tongue(s) to slosh them around inside, moving them from cheek to cheek and gently pressing them against the palate is my jam ❤️

Anyway, more kudos to tongues! They're fun and add more interesting dynamics to the very early phases of a vore sequence xD

👄: Communication

Regardless of context, communication is important! Like telling your Best Pred/Prey (™️) you're not in the mood for noms, or setting boundaries, or discussing if something is wrong or one of you is uncomfortable in any way.

Also, in the very context of vore, communication between prey and pred can get confusing and more difficult once the former has been eaten, for unnecessary physics reasons. Personally, my favorite version of this scenario is when they can still hear each other despite the layers of muscles, flesh and bones, the only difference is the prey's voice being a little muffled. But a pred being either unable to hear them at all, or too uncaring to be bothered by it, can be interesting as well imo, since it creates a sort of gap that needs to be resolved sooner or later. Or an issue that needs to be addressed :o

🥰: Willing vore

It's so awesome! And amazing!! And aaaaaaaaa

The very want of being swallowed and kept safe inside someone you really love and/or care about? Being able to say "I'm actually scared about this, but I trust you?" To allow them to see the vulnerable you, and let them take you somewhere nobody can hurt you so that you can rest and be comfortable? Or to just placate their hunger for a bit? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

💘: Personal meaning

So uhm, vore is pretty much a comfort thing to me. I hate how it's heavily sexualized on other platforms, as if only that specific side is the only one that exists, and how some people truly believe it's inherently a kink. But it's not.

Although I like to experiment in my stories (and sometimes write about the worst bastard characters ever), daydreaming about being eaten safely and in the most comforting way brings peace to my core. Like, especially if the pred is someone I really really enjoy the company of ❤️

A stomach can also be a place for snoozing and taking a break from the mundane irl stuff, and it's so nice to see so many other people relate to this.

Love is stored in the belly, basically ❤️ (and intestines too at times)

#thank you so much again for asking me this!#and i do hope i explained myself well in the last part #vore is comforting to me #because i see it as safe and protective #safe vore #nonsexual vore #tongues #willing vore #vore communication?#vore ask game #v0re #roseytosey

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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Come closer, Doll~

Contents (Warnings): A short snip with Lev (SECOND POV, and the rest is hidden for now).

Wordcount: 364 (Here ya go, @vore-toast~)

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He flashed you a smile as he swayed into the room, a unique elegance with his stride. Your eyes traced down to his chest and slipped at his collar, slightly open. The closest peak you'd ever get to his heart.

"I'm terrible with horror movies." You warned him.

Lev held his hand to his mouth; you could see his grin behind it as his eyes mimicked you. They traced over your body back.

He went to the light switch and flicked it off, allowing the only light to be the shine of the television.

"I think it'll be cute to see you scared," he teased. He sat beside you even though the couch had plenty of room to spare. His leg touched yours, but he kept his distance, just within reach of you.

The cheesy content took a while to ramp up into the parts with the killer. Which wasn't what scared you in particular. What scared you were the loud noises and sudden pops into the frame.

You jolt again, this time at a sudden loud bang from the main character meeting the villain. You pushed back into Lev in the process. You saw him glance down at you, his eyes seeming to glow from the rays of the movie.

"I'm sor-" You didn't get a chance to finish your apology; his arm went around your shoulder and pressed you into himself.

He had you in such a dulcet, sweet closeness. His rosewood scent tickled your nose. His hold is firm yet delicate enough to make you feel like he'd never hurt you.

"I feel so safe in your arms," You unconsciously mutter.

The sweet harmonic tone slithered from his mouth, "You said you feel safe in my arms?"

Being close to his chest, you could hear the slight, mild tease of his chuckle before it left him. "That's so pleasant to hear, doll because I really..."

He brought his right hand up, tracing along your neck. Admiring its soft, tender flesh.

Then he gripped around your mouth. His fingertips press into your cheeks.

"want to keep you so-" His head moved behind your ear, nearly kissing it with his lips. "Very close.~"

...

THANKS FOR READING.

Based on this pic-crew @vore-toast put with themselves and Lev.

#vore writing #vore story #widfali #v.ore #luckyshot stupidly writes #v/ore

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Bucky's (17/44)

***Contains soft, safe vore***

Chapter 17: Drinks at the Bar

Ronny was beginning to despair of ever finding a woman to love. His options were rapidly drying up as he swiped through the dating app on his phone, taking rejection after rejection, getting blocked, finding he was not compatible with most of the Giantesses on there. He was frustrated. He could only conclude that most of the women were stuck-up hoes not worth his time. It probably didn’t help matters that he was so picky with his selections.

One particularly lonely night, he was feeling hungry and restless. He didn’t want to stay holed up in his apartment, alone, gorging himself on frozen TV dinners. He wanted some comfort food, to fill both his heart and his belly. He didn’t have a date to go out with, so he decided to eat out at his new favorite restaurant, Bucky’s, by himself. It was drizzling outside, so he grabbed a raincoat before heading out into the stormy weather.

He trudged through the gray streets, hood up to keep his head dry, the rain tricking down his huge back. The sun, hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, was setting, making the gray sky grow darker. The downtown area was less busy than usual on account of the weather, but still brightly colored with neon lights that reflected off the shiny puddles on the pavement. Passersby were huddled under umbrellas or bundled up in colorless waterproof coats just like Ronny. The world looked as gloomy as Ronny felt inside.

Before long, the bright blinking red of Bucky’s neon sign came into view, mirrored in the road below. Ronny entered and shed his wet coat. The seating hostess flashed him a friendly smile, in spite of his serious demeanor. “Table or bar?”

“Bar,” Ronny growled. He would feel weird sitting at a table by himself. She led him over to the bar section where he sat down and ordered a beer. “Just keep ‘em coming,” he instructed the bartender.

Bucky’s was slow, on account of the rain, so Ronny was able to sip on his drinks in peace. After downing a few beers, he felt a pleasant buzz inside his skull and decided to placate his whining stomach and order some food. After perusing the menu, he requested a burger and a hearty plate of cheese fries, with a human entrée to accompany the fries.

“Hey, there’s a specific human I want in my dish. Her name’s Patty, if she’s available.” The Giant taking his order wrote down the name with a nod and walked away. For some reason, Ronny felt a touch of warm blush creep into his cheeks, and an excited electricity in his gut. He didn’t entirely understand these feelings. Perhaps it was just anticipation to feed his hunger with her exquisite taste. He licked his lips and swallowed the pool of drool forming in his mouth. Definitely hunger. Nothing more than that.

In the human tank, Patty was dismayed to find a giant hand grabbing her up to take her to the kitchen. She was handed off to Chef Gore, who stuffed a pill in her face, slapped her into a mound of fries with melted cheese, and loaded the plate up with toppings. Patty wasn’t restricted at all, but she knew running would be futile. She didn’t want to lose any more toes. She schemed every day to escape, but she was out of ideas for now. She needed to find some way to get the tracker off her wrist. The only way she could think of was cutting her hand off, hardly a desirable option. Bucky did not allow the humans any weapons, like saws or knives, so Patty’s morbid idea would likely not come to fruition. Besides, she doubted she’d be in any condition to run pouring out blood with a severed hand.

Patty sat listlessly in the mountain of fries, cheese, sour cream, bacon bits, and chives as a waitress stopped to pick up the massive plate. The human groaned inwardly when she saw she was heading for the bar. Her last experience at the bar involved being thrown up in a trash can by a drunk Giant, and she wasn’t eager to relive that incident. Her attitude changed, however, when she recognized the handsome Giant Ronny waiting for her. He was one of the few Giants she had met, other than Leon, who had actually been nice to her and treated her like a sentient person, even if he did still eat her in the end.

Ronny’s pulse quickened when he spotted the familiar face of the human in his meal. The waitress set the plate down in front of him and hustled off. Ronny fixated his gaze on the tiny woman buried in fries and cheese. She looked... cute. Adorable, even. And very tasty. He swallowed nervously, feeling a sudden onslaught of social awkwardness. He glanced up briefly to make sure the bartender wasn’t nearby before finally opening his mouth to speak.

“Um... hi,” he said. He leaned forward, casting a shadow over the plate, but Patty didn’t flinch this time at the Giant man towering over her. She met his gaze, and while it was hard to tell because she was so small, he almost believed he saw her face turn pink.

“H-h-hi,” she stammered quietly. Ronny stared at her, not sure what else to talk about. What was he supposed to say, to a human who was sold to him in a plate of food to be eaten? What could a Giant like him possibly have in common with her? She seemed to be struggling with the same affliction, because she looked away and started fiddling absently with a green chive next to her. She slipped it onto her arm like a bracelet and Ronny had to resist letting out a chuckle. Maybe it was just the beer influencing his judgement, but he thought she was precious, with how miniscule she was.

The waitress stopped by again to deliver Ronny the burger he ordered. He thanked her and started chomping down on it with great big bites, since he was hungry after all. He had yet to touch his fries, as if he were hesitant to disrupt the human in his food. Patty watched him curiously, and Ronny glanced back at her.

He swallowed his bite of food so his mouth wasn’t full. “Uh... if you’re hungry, you can have some of those fries,” he mumbled.

Patty raised her eyebrows with surprise. “Thanks,” she said timidly, barely above a whisper. She didn’t touch the fries, though, beyond sitting in them like she was before. She was too anxious to eat anything. She gulped and continued, “S-s-so... um... I see you don’t have a date tonight.”

Ronny scowled. “No. No I don’t.” He picked up his glass of beer and chugged a monumental gulp, polishing off the rest of the glass. Patty thought to herself that enough beer went down his huge throat to get all the humans in the tank drunk. Ronny slid his glass forward and tapped the table to get the attention of the bartender, so he could get another beer. “Fucking bitches,” he grumbled bitterly under his breath.

Patty was a bit frightened by his anger, but she supposed she could understand. “I’m sorry to hear that, Ronny,” she told him gently. He looked down at her and his expression softened.

“It is what it is,” he answered dismissively. He munched on a few fries and thought to himself it might be best to change the subject, so his temper wouldn’t flare up. “So, uh... how’s your day going?” The bartender slid him another beer, giving him an odd look as he noticed Ronny conversing with his dinner plate. Ronny glowered at him and the bartender shrugged and walked away.

Patty sighed. She wasn’t sure if it would be such a good idea to talk to a Giant about her troubles, but for some reason she felt comfortable confiding with Ronny. She didn’t really have anyone else to talk to, besides the other humans, who were sympathetic but also oftentimes quite melancholic and indifferent. “Not so great, to be honest. I’ve been eaten twice already today.” She let out another labored sigh, looking up at Ronny’s towering beer glass. “I could really use a beer right now.”

Ronny raised an eyebrow and gave her a mischievous, almost sadistic grin. Before Patty could interpret the meaning of his look, he pinched her between his fingers and lifted her out of the fries. She let out a startled yelp. With a single swift movement, he plunked her into his beer.

“Hey!” Patty cried. “That was mean!” Ronny guffawed and smirked at her. He lifted up the glass and swirled it around in his gigantic hand, stirring Patty in the beer.

“You did ask for a drink,” he remarked wryly. He brought the glass up to his lips and took a big swig.

“Yeah, but this isn’t what I meant!” Patty protested, exasperated. She collided with his upper lip and pushed against its squishy surface with her hands, suddenly fearful of the strong suction drawing her toward his mouth. Ronny finished his draught and lowered the glass, smiling roguishly. He was teasing her.

“Please don’t drink me up,” Patty pleaded. “I’m just… so tired of all this…” She tried not to cry with frustration. “Being eaten over and over again… it’s so awful and exhausting…”

Ronny was having too much fun to take her seriously. He ignored her, slipping back into his old ways, and raised the glass for another drink. This time, he tossed his head back and opened his mouth wide, wide enough to imbibe the miniature woman. She flowed into his mouth and he trapped her inside, gulping down his beer. He nearly swallowed her, but a hard, frantic kick to the roof of his mouth gave him pause. He realized she really, truly, absolutely did not want to be eaten. She was deathly serious, and he could sense her fearful desperation in that kick. He abruptly felt guilty as he recognized what a monster he must seem to her, devouring her even as she pleaded with him to stop. In that moment, he saw himself for the bully he was, saw himself through the eyes of the poor girl in his mouth and his human coworker that he had tormented so cruelly in the recent past. He drained the rest of his beer into his throat and gently released the woman, little more than a wet ball, into his hand. She was quivering with fear.

“Sorry,” he expressed lamely. “But I just don’t understand.”

“W-what?” Patty questioned, disoriented. She was expecting to be swallowed, but instead she found herself in Ronny’s soft, expansive palm. She brushed strands of hair, dripping with beer and spit, out of her face and gazed up at the Giant’s mountainous visage above her. His dark eyes focused on her, puzzled.

“You’re used to being eaten, aren’t you? I mean, it’s your job after all. It’s what you’re paid to do?” he inquired. “If you really hate your job that much, why don’t you just quit?”

Patty was so dumbfounded she stood up in his palm, gaping up at him. “You… you’re joking, right? You think I’m here by choice?!” Her voice jumped to a higher pitch. “Are you dense?!”

Ronny’s brow furrowed and his countenance twitched with irritation. Patty clapped her hands over her mouth in horror, realizing what she had done. She had just insulted and angered him. Here she was, standing helplessly in the palm of his massive hand, where he could easily close his fingers and crush her in a temperamental fit of rage. Luckily, his wrath seemed to pass over, like the shadow of a cloud on a windy day, and instead he cupped his hands protectively around her. His face was overtaken with concern as he drew in close to her, studying her intensely. His enormous, handsome face filled her vision. At this range, she could distinguish the black holes of his pupils from the dark irises encircling them.

“You’re… a prisoner here?” he asked, his voice soft. He was genuinely surprised, not expecting this development. He had assumed that the humans were workers at Bucky’s, just like the humans at Big Corp Inc.

“Yes,” Patty confirmed sadly. “All the humans here are. You really didn’t think we’d voluntarily file to our deaths if a customer chose us for fatal ingestion, did you?”

“I-I suppose not,” Ronny admitted. He hadn’t even considered fatal ingestion. He felt terrible, trying to envision what life must be like for Patty. He felt even worse when he recalled he had tormented her, like the brute he was, and she had no choice in the manner but to take it. “Why haven’t you tried to escape?”

Patty’s eyes blazed with frustration. “I HAVE tried.” She pointed to her foot with the missing toes. “Bucky caught me and punished me.” Ronny’s dark eyes moved down to her feet, examining the damage done to her. His face contorted, this time with righteous anger. Bucky was even more of a barbarian than he was. He remembered the last time he had patronized the restaurant, and how Patty had been all bandaged and bruised up. So, that had been the owner’s doing. Without thinking, Ronny curled his fingers around Patty’s back, as if to shield her from danger, and stroked her gently. Even though Patty was still fired up, the comforting gesture was not lost on her, and she subconsciously leaned into his tender touch.

“All of us humans are outfitted with trackers,” she explained, holding up her wrist to show Ronny. “It has an alarm on it, so if I leave the restaurant, everyone in the vicinity is alerted. I can’t take it off myself.”

Ronny contemplated the diminutive object on her wrist. “Let me see that,” he muttered. He clasped the tracker between his fingers with some difficulty, since it was so tiny on Patty’s thin wrist, and effortlessly popped it open with his Giant strength.

To the shock of both Patty and Ronny, the alarm on the tracker blared loudly and flashed with lights. The bartender rushed over, along with other restaurant employees, and the pair found themselves surrounded, all eyes on them. Bucky hustled over, breathing heavily, and shouldered his way through to confront Ronny.

“What are you doing?” he bellowed sharply. He snatched Patty out of Ronny’s startled hands, making her scream. Deftly, he snapped the tracker back on her wrist and silenced the device with the handheld remote he kept in his pocket.

“S-sorry! It was an accident!” Ronny shouted back, flustered. To bolster the lie, he hastily added, “I got carried away playing with my food.” Bucky narrowed his eyes with skepticism, but he dropped the frightened human back into Ronny’s open palms.

“Quit stalling and eat your food then,” he demanded, crossing his arms expectantly.

Ronny didn’t want to appear suspicious, so without asking Patty for permission he dunked her back into his beer. He didn’t want to think about the consequences for Patty if Bucky caught on to what he had been trying to do, especially after seeing how she had been mutilated. He gave her a subtle apologetic look before chugging his drink, swallowing Patty in a single gulp. He had to admit, even when he was under pressure and didn’t get the chance to appreciate her flavor, she still felt amazing running down his throat into his belly. He slammed the glass onto the bar counter with a satisfied sigh and smirked defiantly at Bucky.

“Delicious,” Ronny commented, smacking his lips for added effect. Bucky, pacified by the display, left Ronny alone, and the other employees went back to work as well. Ronny sat back into his chair slowly, consumed by guilt—not merely for eating Patty against her will, but for the intense pleasure he experienced having her inside his stomach. He rubbed his belly tenderly as he felt her shift around inside. His heartbeat slowed as he calmed down from the stressful incident.

“Sorry, Patty,” he apologized softly, hoping she could hear him from inside his body. To his surprise, he felt her stroke the lining of his gut from within. She had heard and forgiven him. He exhaled in relief and perceived a sort of comforting, tingling warmth through his body. As disgusted as he was with himself, he didn’t want to arouse concerns among the restaurant staff, so he took his time and finished eating his meal.

Bucky was still suspicious of the black-haired man at the bar, and kept darting furtive glances his way the whole time he was there. Later, he pulled the bartender aside and questioned him about the odd Giant’s behavior.

“That dude was strange,” the bartender expressed. “He was talking to his human entrée the whole time, treating her like a person. He even spat her out when she begged him not to ingest her. I think he’s a human sympathizer.”

“Did you catch his name?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah. She called him Ronny, like she knew him already.”

Bucky made a mental note of the mysterious Giant’s name and likeness, carving it into his memory. He had a feeling he’d be seeing that Giant again, and not under positive circumstances. He needed to find out who he was, whom he worked for, and where he lived, in case he caused any trouble. Bucky felt a strong need to protect his investments, at all costs. He would not tolerate any theft of his property.

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