#why does this show give Vore ideas

[s1desn4cks]

Jax Snax (v0re)

Pomni is stressed out after the latest adventure, and Jax decides to help calm her down by hiding her in an unconventional way.

Aka, my little headcannon that Pomni will physically shrink if she’s stressed enough, as a way of making herself literally smaller to avoid problems and stay out of the way.

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“Why am I the one who has to?” Jax complained to Caine, who had told him to gather everyone for the day’s adventure.

“You’re the one with keys to everyone’s room!” Caine floated over to him, throwing his arms up in a gesture of exaggeration. Jax rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Whatever.” Jax started pulling keys from seemingly nowhere as he walked towards the hallway of rooms. He knocked on everyone’s doors, and unlocked anyone’s who didn’t answer, making sure they were awake. His sarcastic attitude annoying the others as they quickly pushed him out of their rooms, or grumbled and told him they’d be there in a bit. When he got to Pomni’s room, he leaned against the door and knocked.

“Newbie, c’mon. Ain’t got all day.” Jax rolled his eyes when there was no answer after a few minutes. “Pomni, c’mon. It’s been a week already get used to it.” He snapped, annoyed. “Look I don’t want to be waking you either, but you can’t just ignore me.” Jax grabbed the key to her room, unlocking it quickly and opening the door. “Pomni-“ He stopped, not sure what to make of what he was seeing. In front of him was a tiny Pomni, only about half her normal size if even that. “Damn and I thought you were short before.” Jax joked. Pomni looked at the ground nervously, and Jax took a step back as she shrunk another good few feet in front of his eyes. “Well, that’s new.” He stared, not sure what else to say. A small glitch made its way onto Pomni’s hand as she looked up at Jax.

“Hey-“ Pomni quickly hid her glitching hand behind her back. Jax however, wasn’t stupid. He’d seen the glitching hand, and the fact that Pomni had quite literally shrunk in front of his eyes.

“Okay yeah. What’s wrong.” Jax leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as he stared at Pomni.

“I uh, don’t know what you mean. Besides the obvious, you know, stuck in a literal digital nightmare, heh.” Pomni spoke quickly, refusing to look directly at Jax as she shrank another few inches, wanting to get away from the conversation.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a bad lier?” Jax tilted his head, his eyes narrowed at Pomni. Pomni let out a nervous laugh, hugging herself and shrinking another few inches. The glitching on her hand became worse as she stressed. Jax raised a nonexistent eyebrow. “Keep that up and you’re gonna disappear.” Even with his sarcastic attitude, a small bit of worry creeped into his tone. “Ya cant go disappearing, newbie, I’ll be the one who’s blamed. I was sent to getcha after all.” Pomni just continued to look at the floor guiltily, refusing to look Jax in the eyes. “Now tell me, what’s got you glitching. Literally.” It didn’t seem like a question, more like Jax demanding answers.

“Just stressed. That’s all. Wouldn’t you be? I mean, weren’t you?” Pomni finally looked up at Jax, who was now much taller than before from her perspective. A small tinge of fear ran through her, as Jax seemed almost like a giant now compared to her current size. “I mean, crazy adventures every day, things literally glitching all around you, never being able to go home, the chance of turning into… whatever that was the first day I got here, a completely new body, it… it’s just so much to deal with.” Pomni became smaller and smaller with each thing she described, the stress physically transforming her. Jax watched as she shrunk, dumbfounded on what to do.

“Look ya gotta stop talking or you’re gonna turn into a spec of dust at this rate.” Jax sighed, bending down. Pomni was small enough to fit in his hand now, and as much as he hated to admit it, he understood her stress. It reminded him of when he first showed up. Jax reached out a hand, setting it on the ground next to Pomni. “You’re going to be expected to show up, but at this rate I think you really will disappear if you’re forced into todays ‘activity’.” Jax looked away from her. “I can help you, if ya want.” There was a sincerity in his voice that Pomni hadn’t heard before.

Pomni looked up at him, cautiously stepping onto his offered hand. Jax carefully lifted her as he stood back up to his full height. “This is going to sound really weird.” Jax began. “But I know a place where I can hide you, where you’d be out of the way of everyone and no one but me would find you.”

“That… doesn’t sound weird at all?” Pomni questioned, looking at Jax with confusion.

“Yeah, that’s the normal part.” Jax rubbed the back of his neck. “The weird part is where the spot actually is.”

Pomni looked at him before sighing in defeat.

“I don’t care. I can’t handle any more of Caine’s $^]]#*%! activities right now or I might literally loose my mind.” Pomni’s hand glitched again and she sighed.

“Alright, but you asked for this, and if anyone asks I’ll have no clue where you are.” Jax shrugged before closing his hand around the tiny Pomni, who let out a small yelp. He slowly lifted her above his head, looking up and opening his mouth. Pomni let out another cry of fear and surprise as she was suddenly dropped, straight into Jax’ awaiting mouth.

“Wait-!” Pomni cried out as Jax closed his mouth, trapping her inside. She crawled over his tongue to the front of his mouth and began banging on his ‘teeth’. “Jax let me out!”

Jax hummed in acknowledgement but did not open his mouth. Instead, he tilted his head back and began to swallow. Pomni was quickly thrown to the back of his mouth, letting out another small yelp as her legs were squished into his throat. A panic overtook her as her hand glitched and she tried to grab into his tongue. The slippery muscle didn’t provide much to grip on as Jax swallowed again, pulling Pomni down up to her waist. Jax swallowed one last time, pulling the last of Pomni’s body into his throat.

Pomni closed her eyes as she began her decent, squirming and trying her best to make Jax spit her up. She could hear his heartbeat as she traveled down, the constant, rhythmic thumping being a surprising comfort. Meanwhile Jax had a hand on his throat, pressing in slightly on Pomni’s form as she traveled downwards. He sighed in relief as he finally felt her plop into his stomach, placing a hand over where he could feel her form.

“You good?” Jax asked, pressing his hand onto his stomach. There was no answer for a moment, until Pomni began to squirm. Jax cringed at the feeling, although something about it was rather enjoyable.

“Jax what the #^$@?!” Pomni yelled, banging a hand against his stomach.

“Calm down, I told ya that I had a place to hide you. You’re out of the way, and only I can find you.” There was a sincerity to Jax’ voice, though his usual slyness was still there. “You’ll be fine. We don’t really need to eat, so there’s no reason to freak out. It’s not like these bodies have stomach acid.” Jax said nonchalantly, as if it were common knowledge.

Pomni stopped squirming, seemingly considering Jax’ words.

“So, I’m completely safe…?” Pomni asked, concern clear in her voice.

“You think I’d do this if you weren’t?” Jax replied sarcastically. “Jeez I might be that guy, but I wouldn’t set out to kill the newbie.” He prodded at his stomach playfully, jostling Pomni.

Pomni let out a sigh of relief, taking a moment to fall backwards and let the walls cradle her. Jax began walking, presumably to whatever ‘activity’ was planned. Jax’ stomach rocked gently around Pomni, his heartbeat and breathing creating a calming and constant rhythm. Pomni, for the first time since they’d gotten to the circus, felt relieved and… secure. There was something about this experience that calmed them, although they would never admit that out loud. Their hand has stopped glitching, the stress seeming to melt away as they relaxed into the walls. Jax would be hearing hell from them when they got out, but for now, they might as well enjoy this break.

Jax sighed, placing a hand over his stomach. He felt Pomni relax, and closed his eyes, smiling. Whatever Caine had planned for today, they would just have to deal with doing without her. For now, Pomni was getting a well needed break. He knew he’d be getting hell from her once she was spit up, and he’d probably never get this chance again, so why can’t both of them enjoy this? Jax pressed in on where he could feel her form, Pomni squirming slightly at the new pressure. Jax smiled wider, and continued walking. This might actually be a good day.

#g/t #sfw vore #vore fandom #g/t vore #safe vore #v0re #amazing digital noms #amazing digital vore #digital noms #digital vore #comfort vore #I literally couldn’t get these characters out of my head #why does this show give Vore ideas #why must i be like this

[dadsbongos]

i eat your skin - f.megumi

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection … warnings - cunnilingus (fem reader), title sounds like vore smut but it isn't i promise word count - 3.7 K / rating - R

Megumi braces his hands on his knees, brows pinched tight in preemptive annoyance. Satoru spindles over him, shadowing the younger man almost completely - and it only serves to irritate Megumi that he’d refused to sit down. Furiously determined to forever humiliate his former pupil, Megumi assumes.

Or, he would, if Satoru hadn’t actually agreed to give him advice about a little… situation.

“Alright, now when you see her, look at me- seriously, look at me, Megumi,” Satoru’s face is lethally drawn, usual bright grin tugged low and serious with furrowed brows to match, “Megumi, you cannot let her intimidate you,” Megumi opens his mouth, a vile retort slithers back down his throat when Satoru interrupts, “No, I know you, and you’ll feel all sick,” he mocks a frown, even pretending to wipe tears from his eyes, “You’ll get all nervous. But you cannot let her intimidate you out of it.”

“I’ll hardly die asking her out,” Megumi rolls his eyes, one hand lathering the sweat in his palms against his sweatpants and the other scratching the back of his neck, “Maybe this just isn’t a good idea…”

“And what? Be a miserable wimp the rest of your life?” Satoru folds his arms across his chest, “You’ve liked her since you were first years.”

“And?”

“You’re graduates now!”

“So?”

“‘So,’” Satoru mimics Megumi’s sulking nature, voice deep and neanderthal-ish in nature, “Be greedier, kid!” he flicks the younger man’s forehead, “You’ll die one day. You’ll die. Whether it be on a mission, or in your hospital bed as a diseased old man - you can’t stop it. So, why deprive yourself of something you really want when it all ends the same?”

Megumi can’t exactly pinpoint the reason he even came to his old legal guardian for help over, say, Nanami. He definitely should’ve gone to Nanami, at least he could’ve given Megumi genuine advice that isn’t some children’s show morale of “just tell her how you feel!” - he could’ve done that any day.

When Megumi opens his mouth to protest, Satoru flicks him again.

“You think your special one,” Megumi gags loudly at the title, and Satoru pays it no mind, “is gonna sit around her entire life not having fun and being young? Getting dates?” Satoru nods to himself when Megumi doesn’t reply, “Duh.”

“I want this to be special,” Megumi insists, both hands coming to rest in his lap now, he squeezes them together, lacing his fingers and imagining how yours would look with him instead, “I want- “

He wants and wants and wants and does nothing.

He needs to be someone you simply can’t fathom saying no to, he needs it so bad his stomach churns just like Satoru said it would.

“Alright, I know it can be difficult for you - not being me, after all,” a large hand claps on Megumi’s shoulders and he looks up to see the beaming face attached, “But trust me, kid, this whole idea of a ‘special’ confession is archaic bullshit compared to just being yourself.”

“I thought girls liked special confessions?”

“Sexist: not all girls automatically like the same things,” his former teacher shakes his head, sighing out each disappointed fiber trapped in his soul, “And if she doesn’t accept a plain, Megumi-style date proposition, then her shock and awe over a sick-as-hell graphic novel confession isn’t going to make for a healthy relationship.”

“Hm,” Megumi bites back frustrated curses, taking the words and molding them into a more conventional way that actually makes sense. He nods, “Okay.”

“Exactly,” Satoru stands back, giving Megumi room to rise from his bed, “Oh, but one thing that does help?” the older man grins wickedly, “Eat her out. Direct line to a woman’s heart is through eating her pussy.”

“Shut up,” Megumi huffs, pointing at his wide-open bedroom door, “Shut up. Shut up and get the hell out.”

“Jeez,” Satoru yanks at the already loose collar of his plain black shirt, “I thought we left teen angst behind. Just give it some thought! And also, I wanted to ask- “

Megumi huffs, falling back onto his bed, still pointing at the door.

“If,” and in true fashion, Satoru continues, maybe even a little louder (just to prove a point), “you wanted to watch a movie?”

“No,” Megumi immediately answers.

“C’mon! It’s this or paperwork I have to do.”

Megumi’s eye roll gives Satoru no more room for pleading, and so he stalks back to the living room. Dragging his socked feet over a shaggy black rug towards the door, he takes a final peek over his shoulder at the boy on his bed. Stupid mouth in a stupid pout and stupid nose forcing stupid crocodile sniffles, Satoru acts out a picturesque performance. And if his blindfold were off, Megumi is certain he’d catch big blue eyes framed by batting white lashes.

“No, “ Megumi rolls his eyes again, “‘m going out.”

…

Blushy top with faded blue bell bottoms and a shiny, thin chain that dangles across your chest, Megumi’s eyes flit away from your figure just as quick as they’d found you. Everything’s a little murky under the purple LEDs, but he thinks you’ve worn that before. He thinks you’re somehow more beautiful now. He looks away, snaking through a narrow, picture-framed hallway at Yuuji’s back to this house’s kitchen. There are no light strips strapped across the kitchen walls, simple and plain and unflattering fluorescent bulbs send a gentle cream wash over the walls.

With only a handful of straggling bodies leaning against peeling-edged faux wood cabinets and spotted countertops, there’s more room to breathe than in the hall. Red Solo cups from every teen movie nightmare decorate hands and unnerving corners. Some more anxious part of him wants to reach out and push every precarious ruby further back into secure landing, but he doesn’t.

Two women in complimentary spaghetti strap dresses flounce out of the kitchen with looped arms. They’re sunk into the plum tank until Megumi can’t see them at all anymore.

“Oh, like that!” you muse, nudging your chin towards a pair in matching floral print dresses that reach about mid-thigh, “Exactly my point.”

“That’s hardly 70s influenced,” the man in front of you - Jirou? Junto? Jouji? you don’t really recall - shakes his head, “Just flowers.”

“No, no, look at the trim,” you’re trying your hardest not to point but this guy just cannot pinpoint the details in your mind to save his life, “It’s flowy and mesh. Sort of. That’s a little more flower child era, right?”

“I guess, if your only experience in that fashion was movies,” you huff at the response and he laughs in the face of such exasperation.

“Whatever! You’re so difficult.”

“Hobby,” it’s so plain out of his lips. Like you should somehow be expecting that snark.

“Oh my God…” you can hardly believe someone could be so obtuse. A contrarian just for the fun of it, “And are you normally invited to parties for that?”

“Oh, no,” his tone, again, betrays some delusion that you should already know the answer, but this time you do already know. Who invites a conversation killer to an event? “I got dragged here by a friend. Don’t even know who the host is.”

You snicker, one hand smothering the sight of your mouth, “That makes more sense.”

Megumi can see the hand that binds, you usually don’t string it up around those you’re close with. Like Yuuji and Nobara and Maki and Miwa from Kyoto and your friends that live closer to the coast and the friends that don’t and your parents and him. So you’d think he’d know better than to let a big, gangly, clawed, green beast sprout and grow and suck away at his gut.

Even though that hand is a sign of some rising desire to be out of that conversation, he still hates being across the room when it happens. Because that’s still some semblance of a shining star behind the flesh. Some laugh or smile he’s not next to.

And it isn’t like he hates when you’re out with others. What he hates is being in the same room with someone potentially more captivating than he is.

He hopes you like him best because he’s the most familiar and drawing, and it’s disturbing when someone else might be more homely and more charming and more absorbing. He hates the curdling illness of jealousy and he hates to be this way when you two aren’t even together, but most of all he hates that maybe you’ll prefer someone else simply because they’re better at his craft than he is.

So Megumi watches and rots quietly with thick, spindling vines spreading and tangling him to the kitchen doorway as you talk to a guy whose name he doesn’t know. It’s pathetic and waning most unbearably.

“Stop staring, it’s weird,” Yuuji chastises, chunking part of his weight against Megumi’s side, an elbow shelved on Megumi’s shoulder, “Just go up and say something, if you wanna talk to her.”

“Yeah, it’s that easy,” Megumi jerks through the vines and into the hungry waters of a living room party with a snapping, starved crowd before finding the optimal spot: a plain wall with no posters or pictures to snag and smack down.

Yuuji trails after, his white shirt reflecting a blinding shade of lavender from beneath his puffer jacket. Much easier to track down than Megumi’s gloomy, funeral-grade attire. Yuuji capitalizes on the empty space so ugly at Megumi’s side, staking claim to the wall with a huff, “It is, by the way. You two are friends. Go tell her you’re here.”

“But then I’d have to,” Megumi’s mouth zips shut, head tilting as he snakes a hand through some imaginary crowd.

“I guess,” Yuuji wants to shake Megumi at times like this. He wants to shake you too, sometimes. But mostly he imagines squeezing Megumi’s shoulders and smacking him around, but he never does.

Maybe just the first part.

All out of love.

“Okay,” so Yuuji pivots, swerving in front of his best friend and taking one shoulder in each hand, “You need to do something or you’re going to sit here and be pouty, dude.”

“I’m not pouty.”

“Biggest lie in Tokyo, brother,” Yuuji purses his lips, eyes flitting to where you are, “I’ll get her over here if you really don’t want to.”

“Hm?” Megumi’s brows furrow, neck craning closer as if he could somehow mishear the man.

“Just pretend to be busy or some shit and I’ll brave the crowd,” Yuuji goes to walk away, suddenly pausing and placing a hand over Megumi’s heart, “And if I don’t return, sing songs for me by a nice lake every anniversary.”

“Whatever,” Megumi knocks away the hand but is already pulling out his phone to perform the charade. His eyes lock onto the screen and he soldiers on to not rip them away and give slight that this was planned.

…

“Do you think I could maybe get your number?”

“Oh!” no, God no - you wish you were better at saying that, “Uh,” it’s not even as if you dislike this guy, you just don’t think any conversation with him could amount past what it has.

Wow, you’re a pain in the ass! Yeah but it’s funny, right? Not if it’s on purpose. Especially if it’s on purpose! Sure, if that’s what you think. You do think it’s funny, right? Sure. Come on, it is! Sure.

And dry replies make you want to claw your eyes out more when you have to give them than when you receive them.

So when the bony fingers of Yuuji creep upon your side, it’s like the first drink of water after sifting through thick bowls and hills of sandy desert. He leans his head down into your peripheral, grinning brightly, “Miss me?”

“Yuuji!” you cheer, turning to… Junsei? and laying a flat palm under Yuuji’s chin, “This is my buddy, who I didn’t know was coming.”

“I texted you,” he pinches your side, “Fushiguro’s busy, so I’m fetching you for the night,” and you wonder if he might feel the stiffness of your muscles and the rigid air, “Sorry, man, but she’s got serious business tonight!”

“Oh,” Junzo! Junzo’s forehead crinkles, nose wrinkling at the bluntness of this cocky new stranger, “Uh…”

“See you around,” maybe it’s a lie, maybe it isn’t. You wave and let Yuuji keep you pressed to his side. You wait until you’re certain the surrounding affairs of other people drown whatever you could say to Yuuji, “Thank you for that. He was asking for my number and I just didn’t know what to say…”

“No,’” he shrugs.

“Oh, like you could’ve done that.”

“I could’ve!”

But Yuuji can do anything, so that isn’t fair.

“‘gumi!” you cheer upon getting close to the boy, arms splaying wide before wringing yourself around his neck, “I was worried you weren’t coming!”

He hesitates before having the misfortune to hear Satoru’s words once again. Be greedier. Be greedier. So he gently settles both hands on your back, pushing you chest-to-chest, “Yeah, well, Itadori wouldn’t let me stay in.”

“Poor baby,” you step back, and Megumi takes notice in how you maintain your hands’ position over his shoulders, nails picking at fluff on his shirt.

Megumi, regrettably, can still hear Satoru in the back of his head. Greedier, greedier, greedier. It chokes him up, the idea of selfishly taking you for himself. But what really grips him is the terrible way your gaze flits from his face to other men - unintentionally, he’s sure. But it drives him wild all the same.

“I hate big parties,” Megumi boldly cradles the bend of your waist with his hand, fingers splaying wide over the curve. He tugs you closer, thighs nearly brushing, “Crowd’s a pain in the ass.”

“Ah, no, c’mon, what’s that Great Gatsby quote?” who’s to say, he hasn't read that book, “‘I like large parties. They’re so intimate…’” you shrug, bottom lip tugging between your teeth when he doesn’t show any recognition, “‘At small parties there isn’t any privacy.’”

“You actually remembered that shit?”

You titter coyly, “Maybe I saw it on one of those book quotes videos. Maybe I remembered it.”

“Well, it’s a stupid quote. There’s too much noise at big parties, it’s hard to hear people.”

“You hear me just fine,” that’s just because he’s leaning closer and trying harder than he does for most people, “Besides, I like it. At big parties you can just fuck off and do your own thing, you know? At small parties there’s this expectation to be around everyone and interact with everyone and be having fun with the group.”

Finally, it seems to click, he nods slowly, “You like to get away from the crowd?”

“Yeah,” you scratch the side of your arm, then your neck, and it’s so odd how just thinking about how uncomfortable your skin is that you can get so itchy, “Hard to do that when the crowd’s five people and a dog.”

“Well,” Megumi can feel Yuuji’s stare, and it takes everything in him to not knock the kid up his skull, “If you wanna get away, I’m sure - uh,” he’s suddenly humiliated by his own hubris, “I’m sure there’s room… upstairs…”

You grace him with a patient nod, hands lowering from his shoulders to lace your fingers together, “I’m sure there is.”

…

“So…”

“So…”

Megumi nods, head slowly tilting so he’s staring up at you through his long lashes, “So.”

You lean closer, shoulder pressing and nose bumping against his, “So?”

The heat from Megumi’s cheeks wavers over you, his flesh ripe with crimson. You want to bite him. Leave a terrible mark that he couldn’t possibly cover up; maybe he’d let it bleed through his dark shirt. Maybe he’d let you lick it clean.

“You look nice,” he tucks his face down, heated skin now flush against your top. His brows furrow, uncertain, “Really nice.”

Megumi wonders what Satoru or Yuuji would do. They’re greedier than him by nature. More outgoing.

They would’ve done something years ago.

Suddenly, you grin. All sharp teeth and nails pricking over his thigh, through his pants. Your eyes stare down at him over the bridge of your nose, and you lean closer - smothering any space he’d initially put between your bodies.

“Are you gonna do something about it?”

Megumi’s eyes widen, warmth beating over his face and the back of his neck. He flails for a response, trapped under your piercing gaze, before finally settling on a response that he hopes pleases you.

“Do you want me to?”

You frown; something in his chest stings, a chord pulled awry. The tug of your lips is all a ploy, a mesmerizing color to disguise venom, “Don’t you want to, ‘gumi?” you pull away, leaning back with your hands pressed to the mattress below, “Don’t you want me?”

A cold breeze from this stranger’s open window takes up residence across Megumi’s sweltering skin. He hates it. He wants to get up from the bed altogether and slam the window shut. He wants to take you in both hands and sink himself into the softness of your skin. He thinks you’d be savory.

He wants to be certain.

So both of his hands mold to your hips, melting his exposed skin to yours.

Fingers dipping into the waistband of your bottoms, he bats his eyelashes and tucks his lower lip between fangs. He may draw blood. He cares not.

The oxygen is thin; hardly refreshing.

Megumi swallows the pooling want on his tongue, his fingers twitch against you, “Can I- “

“‘gumi…” you flatten yourself onto your back, hips tilting up into his palms, “Show me you want me.”

“Okay,” Megumi nods, air forced out of his throat through swollen hunger, “Okay.”

Once he’s gotten your pants off, Megumi presses open kisses against the inside of your thighs, following the swell to its natural apex. He digs the jab of his nose into you, lips impolitely fluttering against the seat of your panties before dipping his tongue out. Lolling the soft, soaked muscle over the clinging fabric, he feels his chest clench at how you rock your hips down into his face.

He feels one of your hands wind into his messy hair, carding through the softness. He wants to make you tug it - pull cruelly and grind against his face. Take what he gives and selfishly demand more.

Megumi groans heartily into your clothed cunt when the slickness of his saliva pulls your wetness from the cloth; when the unabashed taste of you meets his tongue.

He nearly rips your panties down your legs, settling it in a ball at his side. Heart leaping up into his jaw at the mere thought of getting his tongue into you.

Laving his tongue between your folds, Megumi licks up to your clit and circles the bud - his hips jerking down into the plush mattress when you jolt up and tug his hair. He pulls his head back only to pucker his lips and drool onto your hole, adding to the sloshing wetness before steadying his shaky fingers against you.

Sucking your clit into his mouth, Megumi begins softly. Caressing the bundle of nerves with his warm tongue, blending flat, broad strokes with precision dances of the muscle over you. Meanwhile, he slicks his middle finger into your hole and moans in response to your gasp.

When he’s sure you’re wet and stretched enough, he adds a second finger and curls them both upwards. The muscles in his arm will be aching tomorrow, but he shoves that to the back of his mind. He presses and scissors and dips inside you until the pads of his fingers find sponge, and he hits there, and there again. And again. And again. And again.

He hits there until you’re fully babbling, gushing against his swollen, pink lips and chin. And he’s starting to babble back.

Vibrations are loosely strewn together as ‘yes’ and ‘please’ and ‘cum on me’ are bound against your clit as he nuzzles closer into your heat. Burying himself between your thighs and finding himself releasing a moan into your cunt when your thighs clenched tightly around his head. The fat of your thighs snug over his ears.

Releasing your clit from between his lips with a soft ‘pop’, Megumi flays his tongue onto the exposed nerve. Hot puffs of air leave him with each groan and whimper as his desperation to make you cum hammers over him.

Finally, you yank his hair again and snap your hips into his tongue; cunt sucking his fingers in even deeper. You squeeze around him, back arching, and his name singing from your lips.

Megumi unfurls his fingers as your cum splashes out onto his waiting tongue and chin, riding you through the hurls of pleasure until your twitching legs crash back onto the mattress. Slowly, he slides his fingers out of you before licking up your excess release from the divots in your thighs and your cunt.

Unwinding your fingers, you settle for soothing his stinging scalp with gentle pets.

Eventually sitting up, Megumi gasps for air as you do, staring down at his fingers. Shining with your wetness.

“Still hungry?” you tease, voice ripped at the edges.

“Actually?” Megumi shrugs, “A little.”

The cocky air has dissipated from your body. Once tense and lively limbs were now useless against the bed.

Megumi jams both fingers into his mouth and sucks off your cum.

“Insatiable!” you huff.

Rouge has overtaken Megumi’s cheeks - worse than before - and he can’t meet your eyes after having swallowed what remained of your soak. He leans over onto his elbow to avoid crushing you, “Only when it’s you… I don’t,” he waves his hand around, “do this often…”

“Really? Could’ve fooled me.”

Megumi has to hide his grin, almost embarrassed to enjoy being praised, choosing to take up time looking around the room you’d shoved him into.

Idol posters with one constant member litter the walls. Pink concert tickets cover the desk. And many pictures with the same two people overwhelm Megumi’s sight. He feels an unsettled chill scrawl over his skin.

“Todo is going to kill me,” he grimaces.

“Was it worth it?”

Megumi doesn’t take long to respond, already trying to think of where and when he can get you under him again, “Definitely.”

Megumi’s proper death is drowning via punani tsunami *thumbs up emoji*

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi smut #megumi x you #megumi fluff #fushiguro smut #fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen movie marathon event

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

How about Bill doing some cock vore? maybe some pec vore too!

Definitely! Technically prompts but also one continuous story, have fun.

L.egoshi grunts as he’s slammed onto the ground, B.ill’s strong arms wrapped around him. The two carnivores have gotten into another fight, and B.ill is overpowering the wolf. The bathroom it’s happening in is giving them at least some privacy for this. But it’s giving the tiger an idea as well, to really one up his rival. B.ill grins, sitting up and straddling L.egoshi. “You know, I think it’s time I really taught you a lesson…” With a quick tug, B.ill pulls his pants down, letting his impressive cock flops out onto L.egoshi’s chest. The wolf blushes darkly as he sees it, his own pants tenting a bit and poking B.ill in the ass. For a second, he wonders if this is why B.ill has been so aggressive with him. A few strokes gets B.ill hard and the tiger leans in closer, putting a hand on the wall behind L.egoshi. The wolf thinks he’s about to be offered the cock to suck, and he’s not hating the idea…but then B.ill thrusts forward, forcing L.egoshi’s entire muzzle into the tiger’s cock with a muffled yelp. He starts to thrash around now, hitting B.ill’s thighs. The tiger lets out a moan, tipping his head back as he starts to thrust his hips some more. L.egoshi’s head is slurped in fast, and then B.ill is getting down is shoulders and chest. Each thrust has B.ill’s cock swallow up more of L.egoshi, dragging the wolf across the bathroom floor as he disappears from sight. And the more of him that disappears, the more then B.ill’s nuts bulge out, stretching around L.egoshi’s form. The wolf’s kicking legs slid across the tiled floor, his body slurping out of sight. Bull pants and moans, shamelessly rubbing over his thick shaft as it swallows up its meals. He’s already leaking, forming a puddle on the floor. L.egoshi’s legs are soon disappearing, and even his kicking feet slip into B.ill’s shaft and slosh down into his nuts. “Ooooh fuck yeah…” B.ill lays back against his bulging nuts, panting and moaning as he pumps his cock. L.egoshi’s voice is muffled by the tiger’s nuts, his form stretching them out as he tries to struggle. They’re groaning and bubbling deeply, growing warm and working on all that wolf meat. With how horny B.ill is, they’re working fast, trying to turn all of that wolf meat into the tiger’s next load. His fur sloughs off his body, which gets progressively more white and sloppy. L.egoshi screams as he watches himself melt into the boiling pool of cum. His struggles lessen as he sinks down, his limbs and body turning into white slop. His screams turn into groans which turn into wet bubbles, his half melted head sinking below the bubbling pool. B.ill’s nuts grow round and smooth, and soon later, the tiger aims his cock and blows his load with a mighty tiger’s roar. A fresh load pumps out like a geyser, splattering onto the urinals on the room. They’re painted bright white and quickly overfilled, tiger’s cum and wolf bones overflowing them. Plenty of it gets on the floor and walls as well, but Bull doesn’t care at all. Pleasure wracks his body as he wastes the dumb wolf into a light tiger’s orgasm. It takes several minutes for him to finish and he lays back on the floor, panting and basking in the afterglow. Tiger cum drips off the wall, L.egoshi’s bones scattered around the urinals. His skull sits on the bottom of one of them, jaw open wide as the skull faces the ceiling. That’s the state people will find e wolf after Bull leaves the bathroom. The tiger didn’t plan to get caught with that. He is eager to show off his much bigger cock, though. L.egoshi made it even better, so B.ill has to admit…he did something right. Even if it was just dying in his nuts.

-

B.ill was so sick of R.iz coming around and showing him up. Just because he’s a bear and is stronger than him, he likes to go around and constantly one up him! And he always does it with that calm, smiling expression like he’s not even trying. It makes B.ill boil! And today…he plans to finally be the one to win against the bear. He’s going to prove that tigers are the strongest and he’s going to use R.iz to do that. R.iz is busy carrying some heavy equipment around, stuck doing so since L.egoshi was found as a splatter in the bathroom. It means R.iz is spending a lot of time alone, with his guard down, giving B.ill his opening. He quickly follows after the bear as he disappears backstage. They’re alone and the place is empty. So he comes up from behind R.iz quickly and shoulder checks him. R.iz cries out and topples over, landing on the ground with a thud, unable to catch himself with his full arms. R.iz groans and coughs, rolling onto his back. B.ill grabs the bear by the front of the shirt and lifts him up. The tiger himself has tosses his own shirt aside, leaving his torso fully exposed. Perfect for him to shove R.iz’s muzzle right into his pecs. R.iz’s eyes widen, and before he can react, B.ill shoved down on the back of his head and forces it completely between his pecs. Then it’s a series of shoves and flexes to start pulling the bigger carnivore deeper into him. R.iz lets out a muffled roar, trying to thrash free. His arms are pinned down as his own massive chest sinks into B.ill’s, though, and he’s stuck sitting down. He tries to stand, but it just shoved more of himself into B.ill’s chest, getting a purr and a grin from the predator. R.iz is waist deep by then, and B.ill hauls his legs up. They try to kick around, but Bull pushes down on him by the bottom of his feet. It gets a moan from the tiger as he sends those muscular legs packing up. He pushes the feet in between his pecs soon and pulls his fingers back out. His chest is massive now, bulging around tightly on the bear as he struggles. B.ill closes his eyes, grinning wide as he gropes his own bulging chest. He starts flexing roughly, getting muffled grunts out of his prey. The space is already excruciatingly tight for someone so big, and each flex is just making that work. It’s forcing what would normally be a rather sturdy person to start breaking with ease. Loud snaps and crunches ring out from B.ill’s chest as it grows more compact. R.iz roars again, thrashing and shoving around with all his might. But those roars are sounding more like screams soon and it’s music to B.ill’s ears. “That’s it,” B.ill purrs, squeezing his chest tightly. “Who’s the stronger carnivore now, huh? Tigers!” He flexes down again, finding it easier to crush more of R.iz. He’s already feeling stronger. “You’re just pec meat now, R.iz! To make the better carnivore even stronger!” Each flex of his chest makes him bigger. His body sweeps with new muscule mass and he grows a bit taller. R.iz is fading, his body being broken down and absorbed into B.ill’s. His mass is becoming the tiger’s mass, and his screams are turning into whimpers as pain fades into increasing numbness. B.ill’s pecs grow smaller and sturdier, steadily putting R.iz away. “Just like L.egoshi. You belong to the stronger carnivore. So…hurry up…and die!” B.ill flexes his chest tightly and roars. Power and strength course through him like electricity, his muscles bulging all over his body. He stinks of a thick musk now, more chest hair on his pecs and his voice somehow growing deeper. Something solid pops out of his chest and hits the floor with a clatter. It’s R.iz’s skull, drenched in tiger sweat. B.ill grins down at it, huffing and puffing. He kicks it away lazily and stops off. His pants tear as he does, giving up on trying to contain his bigger thighs. But that’s fine. He’ll just steal some of R.iz’s clothes. They are his now, after all.

-

L.ouis stares up at B.ill from the ground, trying to scoot back. He knew that something had happened with the tiger since he got bigger and R.iz happened to go missing. But he had been too cocky about his position in the school’s hierarchy. He didn’t think B.ill would turn on him. Now, alone with him in the dressing room, the tiger naked and hard, he realizes he was wrong. He’s grabbed by the ankle and dragged across the floor. L.ouis yells and tries to struggle free, but B.ill is far stronger than him. “I think you should go keep that dumb dog some company,” B.ill says with a deep growl. He lifts L.ouis’s leg up and shoved it right into his cock. He shivers slightly and moans out, then grabs the deer’s other foot to shove it in as well. He starts letting his cock flex and swallow the deer up, dragging his legs down. L.ouis claws at the floor, trying to struggle and yelling for help. No one hears it but the tiger, who laughs and strokes his shaft. L.ouis is slurped up to his waist quickly, starting to lift off the floor. B.ill’s cock throbs and bobs, sending more and more of the deer down. L.ouis tries to push himself out, but his hands slurp into the drooling cock lips and pins his arms down. B.ill grabs him by the antlers, already getting to L.ouis’s chest. “Don’t need these anymore.” A quick tg and the antlers crack off. L.ouis screams, but the sound is cut off by a wet slurp as his head goes down. B.ill’s nuts slosh and hang down low, reaching his knees. The tiger moans and starts to stroke himself again. “Just where you belong,” B.ill growls. “L.egoshi and R.iz at least were carnivores. But you? I’m not taking orders from *prey.*” He starts stroking himself faster, panting. His nuts flex and churn, L.ouis’s yelling quickly fading out into wet bubbling and churning. He was melting fast, his body reducing into boiling nut slop. Whether it was being an herbivore or B.ill’s body being so powerful, it didn’t matter. L.ouis was gone in no time, and B.ill is blowing his load onto the dressing rooms mirror with a moan. Deer bones come up all at once, the skeleton kept in most one piece. It strikes the mirror with a thump, being plastered against it with the thick tiger cum. B.ill’s orgasm ends after a couple of minutes, and he grins at the skeleton as he takes deep breaths. That’s the most popular guy in school dead. Now, a real man can take his place. A carnivore. A tiger. B.ill.

#v.ore #gay vore #male vore #m/m vore #mlm vore #vore prompts #male vore prompts #cock vore #pec vore #fatal vore #digestion #beastarsvore #billvore #legoshivore #rizvore #louisvore #ask

[blueikeproductions]

I remain skeptical these are related to Unicron. Though this appears to quell the thought Aftermath is just Thrash’s clone.

Assuming this IS Aftermath.

He gives me Bayformers Mainframe vibes mixed with the Shredder.

Though MAYBE this is a Quintesson?

It kinda resembles a mix of Prosecutors, Executioners & Bailiffs. He even has the little horns like an Executioner Quint and his mouth looks like a Bailiff, kinda.

Robbie’s (?) suit doesn’t at all resemble the Combiner toys.

We go from an Apex Armor styled toy to…

ReBoot: The Guardian Code suits…. (I don’t even have ill will towards TGC, but still.)

Unless the suits become more like Apex Armor later on in the show, I’m leaning towards it being a toy only thing or an early concept for the show that was scrapped. Like how Robbie has a hat in concept art and his toy, a wimpy example, I know.

The Cyber Combiners are collecting dust so regardless of what the cartoon does with them, no one seems interested right now.

I have no idea who this dude is, but he at least seems to be a brand new model. Is he getting a toy? I feel like that’s a big factor. He makes me think he’s supposed to be one of the makeshift Transformers Mandroid (apparently) built in the Expedition game, so the show acknowledging the game might be fun if that’s the case. This may also just be a Decepticon, since they appear to be back as antagonists from what little we’ve heard.

Could he be a Terrorcon? If they make Unicron the bad guy, a (very, very belated) tie in to Rise of the Beasts would track, I’ve mentioned them possibly doing that before. However the more I think about it, WHY would you make Unicron the enemy in a relatively low stakes Rescue Bots For Teens? The Quintessons are practically the Terrans’ cousins, they are the black sheep of the family message this show so happily bludgeons you with, so not using them in favor of Unicron for the same mistakes Prime & TLK made for spectacle and artificial drama, is infuriating. You’re telling me someone made the decision to pass on bad blood and what is essentially a family feud between the Terrans and Quintessons in favor of a muscle chub that vores Planets that writers have always kinda struggled with in how to handle him? Who in the world do I have to soak with a spray bottle and scream NO in their ear until it sinks in? I cannot stand modern writing being so bland and missing out on better ideas that make more sense in the story they’ve presented.

I hope for this show’s sake if it’s using Unicron, it does so in a way that makes sense to what they’ve built up so far, I’ll even take Megatron using the Matrix to TerminalMontage Explode Unicron, but the Quintessons are a far better fit narratively and I hope the purple guy is supposed to be a Quintesson doing something stupid.

#blueike #blueike productions #transformers earthspark

[vorish-wonderland]

One day, someone had eaten you. After begging him to let you go, he does, on the condition you let him eat you whenever he wants to. A terrible situation, but what other option do you have...? If you complain, then... he'll let you die...

Includes: soft/safe vore (well, it's safe for mc...), VERY cruel pred, implied digestion

★✦I'll Make An Exception✦★

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"You did taste quite delicious... such a shame I'll never be able to eat you again."

That day, you had been quite clumsy while taking food from the kitchen, and you ended up getting yourself caught... and swallowed whole.

You didn't really want to die, so, you came up with the best idea you could in that situation.

"M-maybe you can?!"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"If... i-if you let me live, then... I'll l-let you eat me whenever you want...! A-as long as you promise I'll be s-safe everytime, ok?!"

"...I'll consider it."

Thankfully, that was enough to convince him not to kill you.

Now, you're Jade's... well, for lack of a better term, you're his personal snack.

As he walks through the kitchen with you on his shoulder, he spies another tiny person such as yourself on the counter.

Jade reached out to grab them.

You wanted to yell at them to run, to tell them what was going to happen if they were caught, but... Jade would punish you for that.

"Hello there." He said as he grabbed the person. "What a delightful surprise~! (Y/N), do you know who this is?"

"I-I have no idea..." You said, squeezing your eyes shut, as he showed you who he'd grabbed up close, hoping not to see them. You really don't want to think of this person as... a person.

"Are you sure~?" Jade teasingly asked you. "Whatever, it's not any problem for me." He smiled just... too wide. "In you go."

You heard a loud gulp, and just tried your absolute hardest to not think about what it was.

"Ahhh...... what is it about you? What is it about your kind that makes me just want more...?" Jade laughed to himself. "If there's one, then there's more. Let's find them, why don't we~?"

You hated this.

One day, when he's sleeping, you'll find a way to get out of this situation...

But... for now, at least, this is how it has to be...

...sometimes he'll make you find more 'food' for him. He'll set you down in the kitchen and make you give him a signal when you find another member of your kind...

He continued searching for the 'pests' and eating them, insisting you watch each time...

"I believe that's all of them." Jade licked his lips. "Each of them had such a wonderful taste... now, I need to really focus to give them the punishment the rightfully deserve. Come on, (Y/N)."

Jade walked back to his dorm room, a hand on his stomach as he did so. He looked so full and happy... it was disturbing.

"Each and every one of them... I can feel all of them squirming around in a panic, how pathetic, really~" Jade grabbed you off of his shoulder as he laid down on his bed, before setting you down on his stomach. "Can you feel them?"

Of course you can... he knows you can... he just wants to mess with you...

He placed a hand over you, preventing you from moving too much.

He quickly fell asleep- well, not exactly asleep, but not exactly awake either.

You were left to listen to the sounds of his stomach, which could be slightly calming... if it weren't for the muffled screaming and pleas for help you could hear...

You can't help them.

This isn't your fault.

You couldn't do anything to help, even if you wanted to...

So for now...

Just... just go to sleep for now...

It's not like there's anything else you can do.

You woke up in Jade's stomach. A regular occurrance.

"Not now, please... not after what you just did." You quietly said.

"Ah, are you awake, (Y/N)?" You heard Jade ask. "I just had a fun idea! Maybe next time I could eat you along with them, after casting a protection spell on you, of course. I could allow you to watch as they-"

"No, no thank you..." You said.

"Are you defying me?" He asked you. "You remember what you said, don't you? As long as I let you live, I can eat you whenever I want, as long as I keep you safe. Whenever I want includes after eating other meals. You understand that, don't you?"

"...right..."

"So you'll be a good little snack and accept whatever situation you're put into, right?"

"...y-yes, of course..." You hesitantly responded.

This terrible situation you're in...

One day you're going to find a way out of it...

...right...?

#i do actually like darker stuff every now and again ehe #i hope this is good lol i feel unconfident today... #soft vore #safe vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #jade leech #twisted wonderland x reader #v.ore #v/ore #jade leech x reader

[kaddyssammlung]

Give - Analysis

Video:

Same thing as text:

“You take the dark and carve me out a home”

This is very beautiful. But why would you want to be living in the dark?

“I picture you when you are all alone”

This makes me think about “I want to have you to myself”. I guess he means Sleep?!

“I know how we got here”

That makes one of us. I would still like to know how and where they met. I mean him and Sleep. Was is in the dream world? Does he mean the astral?

“I am the shadow, you're a passenger”

This makes me think about Carl Jung and his research. I did dive into his work thanks to the lyrics. You can find a lot about his work on YouTube. With the shadow Carl means something that we once knew or were aware of but then have forgotten about it. When you compare Carl's journey and also what we know about Vessel with this whole “Sleep thing” you will find a lot of similarities between them. I could write a whole article / do a whole video about it. I will just leave it at that for now.

“I am the intake of breath so sharp and I know you better just want to know you better”

This makes me think about taking deep breaths. It is something that I do quite often. I find it calming.

I really like doing one particular mediation from Dr. Joe Dispenza at the moment where you have to take a deep breath and then squeeze certain body parts really hard. It's in order to activate your pineal gland. For some reason I have this connected to this.

“If you want to give then give me all that you can give”

I really like this. It reminds of the all the sentences starting with “show me” in Jaws. It feels like he wants someone to be truthful.

“all your darkest impulses”

This makes me think about Carl Jung and his teachings again. Maybe he means the “shadow self” again.

“I'll tear the fibre from the filament I'll be the limit of your light again”

It makes me think about something that “Master Eckhart” said. He was someone who lived in Germany in the 12th century.

He says that the eye through which we can see God is the same eye through which God sees us. He means the pineal gland.

I said this many times that Vessel probably knows about the powers of our pineal gland. It's emphasized on all of his masks and on the new “choir masks” also.

For some reason I have this connected with this.

“I want to taste you better”

As usual, it's self-explanatory but who could he mean.

And also why taste? It makes me think about “Vore”

“I will be watching for your enemies to let them know that they contend with me”

I find this really interesting yet I don't know where to place it. Putting down the roses picking up the sword?! Does he mean Sleep? If so then this would be even more interesting because what enemies could Sleep possibly have?

“I want to know you're out there”

Is this something or someone totally different? Someone protecting Sleep? Or Vessel? I have no idea! Sometimes I do think about my relatives who have already passed away and think about where they might be. It kind of reminds me of this.

“In this open warfare I won't fight fair No, I won't fight fair”

He calls it a warfare. It makes me think about the “war allusions” from Higher. I still have no idea what he could mean. I mean I do have a lot of ideas but I don't feel like putting everything in here. It could mean too many things.

“And in your waking moments I will be there”

I still don't know. He says this many times but I'm still not sure what he means.

#sleep token #sleep token worship #sleep token lyrics #sleep token lore #Youtube

[sketching-shark]

Im kinda am getting annoyed how much they r avoiding saying swk actual name. Like whats the point of him having a name if the show is not gonna refer to him with his name besides having moments of characters chastising him using his first name. Ie: just yelling out wukong.

Liek i want to here his various other titles besides monkey king. Its pretty weird how they’re solely just calling him monkey kings when hes just 1 of many monkey kings :/

Sometimes, i wonder if they knew that they could have kept swk w all of complex characteristics without having to downplay any of it so they can uplift mk. (Mk is such a amazing character dont get me wrong i do adore him. But it suck that in a equivalent exchange of a good character we get a frankly a worse vers of sun wukong.

Like not even other versions of swks ever acted(or granted made such repeated mistakes) like how lmk swk do. Like theres no one defending him within the shown(mk doesn’t count bc literally thats his teacher. But even he himself doesn’t realize he’s afraid of becoming like swk.) and as much as lmk writers, producer etc etc. want, they have to actually have to show swk’s side. Bc by the time lmk is over, its going to v hard to give him justice when almost everyone have a right idea of keeping him away bc how much hes a danger to everyone.

I also am a lmk LEMH hater forever. i just think he shouldn’t of have that type of importance to swk when hes just a dude w a pent up superiority/inferiority (he can have both bc yea)complex thats in a parasocial relationship to swk. Like sure he died and all but so did all the other demons in jttw. Hell he didn’t got the vore kill treatment like other demons like azure lion did.

Monkie Kid spoilers below

AWETTHGRFRWETETFGDSD THE VORE KILL TREATMENT THAT'S A PHRASE THAT WILL STICK WITH ME FOREVER ANON.

But YEAH this is a pretty good summary of many things said before anon...in particular it's genuinely disheartening how Qi Xiaotian's experiences have brought him from a state of being excited at the thought he could be like Sun Wukong to now being terrified that he's destined to be like the Monkey King...but then again how could be not be. We're now 4 seasons in and everything just gets worse and worse for the little monkey lego man in large part because of the things his shifu did or failed to do. At this point even with the hints of the torture headband making a significant appearance, trying to defend or even understand SWK's actions in the present kind of seems like a fool's errand, and I genuinely am worried that no backstory Flying Bark gives their version of the Monkey King will provide a satisfactory reason for why he acts the way he does. As it is there's been a pretty consistent flow of popular fan works about the Monkey King getting punched & yelled at & portrayed as completely in the wrong, and well I do not see that ending any time soon given the events of canon material :(

As always I want to note that I'm fully capable of being too negative and pessimistic & forgetting the good sides of SWK's lego show character and that yeah obviously there's a lot of other characters running around with more antagonistic intentions (including perhaps this mysterious person who may be behind Azure Lion being freed as part of some greater scheme). But between this already firmly established characterization of SWK as a liar who's ideas routinely end in nothing but catastrophe for even those he loves and the show itself pretty clearly having little interest in including SWK in the story's adventures outside of an explodey ending or being a problem that needs to be dealt with because of his disastrous decisions (given how much he keeps getting shoved out of the plot), well...you can see why many people think this could easily end with even Qi Xiaotian thinking Sun Wukong is a lost cause.

#anon answered #'he's getting better!' my dude he's literally trapped in ink hell world for all his monkey crimes #monkey critical

[abbybear-accounting]

Looking through a lens into the idea of “Vore”

Like many weird fantasy fetishes, vore is something that is often looked down upon and it’s easy to see why. I mean it’s weird… and can sometimes be mistaken for cannibalism- which imo is a totally different can of worms. So, as someone who does enjoy the fantasy, I’d like to talk about WHY I enjoy it in hopes of reaching more of an understanding with people who are disgusted by it.

Vore is the act of swallowing someone whole and digesting them, or atleast that’s the definition I know. However, why would I like to be digested or “prey?” It’s mainly a form of “love” to me- that you’d love someone so much that you’re willing to become part of them. That there will always be something of you inside them, where you’re “adding onto them.” Sometimes vore fantasies end fatally but I think that’s poetic in a way- death is so final but you’re okay with it in a bittersweet way. Plus, it’s not real life so no real damage is being done there. This and the fact I’m someone who suffers from being almost being considered underweight, vore is a coping mechanism for me in a strange way when I’m not the one being eaten. Who ever I love is giving themselves to me so I can be the body type I actually want to be not the one society deems “attractive.” I’m probably just some hopeless romantic and others just like it purely sexually.

But to me it’s more than that- it’s about showing someone how much you love them and that’s beautiful. You’ll always be a part of each other even after death <3

#vore writing #fettish #writing #my post #blog

[wolfgirlguts]

Party Crasher: Session Zero

Prologue to an interactive vore story series

"Let us gather to honor and remember our fallen friend Lycaea. Her mind was as keen as her aim was true, and she was ever a loyal companion. She will always be remembered by the remaining Dawnhollow Dunces, and her faithful mecha-steed, Murdertronic 9000." Astrid held the painted miniature up and finished her solemn pronouncement. The others at the table cast down their eyes respectfully. The unicorn set the mini down in the middle of the map of the group's last battle. "Alina, she was your character. Any final comments?"

The fox seated beside her smiled and shook her head, the light catching on the green-tinted sunglass lenses she wore even indoors. "Just that I'm proud of her. Going out on her own terms, giving the Gloaming King the middle finger. We should all be so lucky."

"Using angel blood in the explosive was inspired," Evonne said, and the rest nodded and murmured agreement.

Astrid raised an eyebrow. It was rare for the blue-haired doe to pay a genuine compliment to anyone, but she had seemed truly moved by the artistry when Alina had revealed her character's crowning achievement last session. Astrid would have expected Evonne to start feigning snores the second the fox pulled out actual blueprints. Maybe the party was growing closer. Or maybe Evonne just admired the sadism involved in Alina's idea for getting that much ichor out of a celestial. Okay, yeah, now that she thought about it, that was definitely it.

Oh well, whatever kept the players engaged.

Astrid looked around at the group. Her party, and a few friends who'd shown up for the epilogue session, just to spectate. And have cake, of course.

There was Alina on her left, a slender woman with red fur and green streaks in her pulled-up hair that matched her lenses. The little necklace of bright plastic skulls she wore clacking together as she animately explained that the angel siphon was based on a device she'd built for an experiment in real life earlier this month.

Next to her sat Sonja, looking a bit sickened. Though it was unclear if that was due to Alina's detailed description or the state of her stomach. The tall draft horse had been experiencing significant discomfort for the last few sessions on account of having an entire guy in her gut. That wasn't anything special in this group. Almost everyone here had shown up with a 'passenger' in varying digestive states at one time or another. But Sonja's guts were one of the least equipped of the bunch to deal with predatory dalliances, and had been gnawing away at the same person for about a whole month. The other girls had been referring to the lump beneath her sweater as her boyfriend and, much to her embarrassment, had actually managed to have a few conversations with him in the time between showing up and starting to game.

At the far end of the table was Prin. The wolf's leather jacket hung off the back of her chair, the front two legs of which were off the ground as she rocked back, idly texting on her phone. As the reminiscing died down, she looked up, brushed aside her violet bangs, and asked, "Soooo, we going to send Lycaea to Valhalla by way of the goat now?"

One seat over, opposite Sonja, the goat in question blushed and clutched the edge of the table. Aspen played the party cleric, but that wasn't why it was on her to deliver last rights. No, that was a result of her real life talents. "Um, I guess if you're all done saying goodbye. . ." She trailed off in a small voice.

"Oh, is she gonna do the thing? Vanilla said, walking back over to stand behind Prin with a slice of cake on her plate. The white rabbit had an athletic build and, not counting her ears, stood only about as tall as Prin sitting down. "I've never actually seen it." She wrapped her arms around the wolf's neck, and fed Prin a slice of her cake as she rested her head on her shoulder. The wolf and rabbit were on-again-off-again . . . something . . . and right now they were on. They'd probably go back to being bitter rivals in a few weeks, which Astrid at least found preferable, but for now the unicorn had to endure them being all lovey-dovey.

"Aspen always helps us say goodbye to a character," Astrid explained, and gave Alina's mini to Evonne, who passed it to Aspen, who wiped a spot of drool from her lips before receiving it reverently.

"I think it's cool you guys are still doing that," Cecily said from where she sat with Kinsey, a little off from the rest of the group. The lynx and the lioness weren't part of the party, but Cecily had been in the campaign before this one. She'd had to leave when her streaming took off and there was too much schedule clash. She turned to Kinsey and explained, "When your character dies in Astrid's game, Aspen here gets to eat your mini. She's like a little goat-shaped trash compactor."

"Oh, more gets put into her than trash," Prin said, and there were a few snickers around the table. "Remember the vampire's castle?"

"What happened at the vampire's castle?" Kinsey asked, leaning in and pushing up her glasses. The lioness was becoming more interested by the second as the conversation wore on, especially when she saw how much this teasing was causing the plump and pretty goat to blush. Her ears were practically steaming. She was so cute! Kinsey didn't even realize she was licking her lips.

Evonne wrapped an arm around Aspen, who squeaked in surprise at the contact but didn't pull away. "Oh, Aspen here got charmed by the lady of the castle and her cleric became the Countess's personal bloodbag. But Aspen got to do some sucking as well, didn't you girl?"

"Y-Yes," Aspen said, her face on fire now.

"It took us three sessions to find what we needed to break the spell, and until then, Aspen spent her game nights under the table," Evonne finished with a wink.

"Ohhhhh I SO wish I had more nights free so I could play with you guys," Kinsey breathed, adjusting the hem of her skirt.

"They could've saved her much sooner," Astrid said smugly. "But I wish they'd dawdled even longer. Having Aspen's head between my thighs was doing wonders for my creative energy."

"Great hoofrest, too," Evonne added fondly.

"And she never once made a mess!" Astrid finished with a laugh.

"N-No gag reflex. . ." Aspen murmured, somehow shy and proud at once.

"Speaking of which," Sonja cut in impatiently as she shifted in her creaking seat. Her stomach warbled and bubbled with complaints as faint lumps moved beneath her sweater. "We should probably get on with it, right?"

"Yeah. Bye Lycaea. You were so much fun. I hope there are demolitions in heaven," Alina said.

"Yeah, I REALLY don't think she's going to heaven," Sonja said under her breath, then gritted her teeth and rubbed at her stomach as her 'date' weakly shifted to make himself more comfortable inside.

Everyone watched as Aspen lifted up the painted mini of the artificer with shaking hands, then popped it into her mouth like a piece of candy. She rolled it on her tongue, eyes fluttering as she tasted the paint and pushed her tongue into all the nooks and crevices, rough and smooth, that made up her magical armor. A hush had settled over the room, broken only by the irritable rumblings of Sonja's gut. Aspen didn't bother to chew, of course. She swallowed in one fluid move, rolling her tongue back and feeling the width of the base and the pointed edges of the plastic sculpt jut into her throat. It slowly sank, a lump visible in her neck, and the goat swayed side to side, a soft moan displaced by Alina's avatar sinking irrevocably into her belly. As she came back to reality, licking her chops, she felt everyone's attention again and shrank down in her chair.

Kinsey spoke first. "So, ah, how many is that this campaign?" She clasped her hands on her lap to conceal her growing interest. It didn't stop Cecily from noticing and giving her thigh a squeeze.

"Well," Prin said, sitting up and kissing Vanilla on the cheek, "there's been three deaths, but that's only the second mini Aspen got to eat. I died when we were level . . . 8 or 9? And the rest of the Dunces managed to resurrect me. But when Evonne lost her bard to a dragon she decided to move on and try out a druid. So we let her first character stay dead. And there's not enough left of Lycaea after the explosion, and it's the end of the game anyway, so. . . That's two on the goat hips."

"Aww, you didn't want to be on the goat hips?" Vanilla teased, playfully nibbling her ear.

"Oh, shut up," Prin said with an equally playful growl.

~

The conversation meandered for a while longer, with everyone reminiscing, and the slices of cake and the bowls of chips all dwindled. Soda cans and cider bottles littered the table, then got pushed toward Aspen, who did her thing, sending the recycling crumpling and clinking down her gullet and into her swelling tummy, causing Kinsey to squirm ever more. There was a lot to talk about. It had been a wild, twisty, epic story they'd all made together. And it was late when it all finally calmed down enough for a silence to linger, and in that silence Alina asked, "So what's next?"

The group looked to their game master. Astrid absolutely ate up the anticipation. "I've got a few ideas. . ."

Evonne spoke up. "Actually, I wanted to run something by you nerds before we get into all that." The doe leaned forward. "I've been telling one of my friends about our game for a little while, and she took an interest. I told her I'd run it by all of you, since we were starting a new campaign soon. Her name's Portia. I could add her to our chat, maybe? I think you'd all enjoy getting to know her."

"Oh oh oh!" Prin said, jumping up. Her tail wagged. "Thanks for saying something! I've got someone I want to bring too. Her name's Charlie. We work out together. She's awesome, really funny—"

"Well, hang on now," Evonne started, feeling like this was getting further away from her thing. Then Aspen piped up as well.

"I-I've been talking to my friend Livie, and I told her I'd see if there was a spot for her to-UUURP!" She covered her mouth in surprise. Though the metal-and-sugar taste that came up was not unwelcome.

"Wait, Livie from the coffee place on the way?" Prin asked, and Aspen nodded eagerly. "She's hot. We could totally—!"

Evonne started to say something again, but Astrid put up her hands. "Wait, wait wait wait. Look, we've got five players now. I could do six. I think. But eight is asking a lot. You need to decide among yourselves, somehow. I'd offer to choose, but you know I'm traveling the next couple of weeks. Besides, I'd probably just eat them all anyhow. Most of my restraint gets used up on you girls."

Cecily had been quiet for a while, but now she sat herself on the edge of the table near Astrid. "Now that's an idea," she said, dancing her fingers teasingly up the unicorn's horn. She tossed her hair as she turned toward Evonne and the others who'd spoken up. "Any of your friends people-eaters?" The lynx smiled very fangedly as she waited for the others to process her meaning. "We're all top of the food chain around here. Anyone who sits at this table giving off prey animal vibes isn't going to last long anyway. Hell, back when Astrid was running for me, Prin, Sonja, and Aspen, the goat would kick off a feeding frenzy every couple months. So unless your nominations can miraculously come back just like her, or hold their own, I wouldn't go getting attached."

Alina rubbed her chin. "Mm. You're thinking we pit them against each other. Decide that way. I like it!"

"You're asking them to sacrifice their friends?" Vanilla asked, though she didn't seem as aghast as she could be.

Prin cracked her knuckles. "Only if we think they'd lose. And I don't think Charlie would lose."

Vanilla's ears tilted back. "Wait, Charlie's a predator? She's so . . . small. And that's coming from me."

"I stopped underestimating the small and hungry a long time ago. You haven't been working out with us as long, Vanilla. You haven't seen her come in with prey-weight to trim down. We haven't talked about it, but . . . I get the vibe from her. I'm worried about Aspen's barrista, though. Livie seems like a sweetheart. She should probably sit this one out."

Aspen flushed. "A-Actually, she's had me a couple times now? She's more dangerous than people give her credit for. She's got a collection like yours, Prin. I guess, if she loses, I'd miss adding to it. . . But I'll be trading up if I get to be eaten by whoever beats her, so it's okay?"

"Evonne?" At Astrid's word, everyone turned toward the doe.

Evonne blinked. "Huh? Oh. Yeah, sure, whatever. I don't care."

"You just. . . You seemed so excited for us to meet Portia a second ago?" Sonja said, rubbing her gut.

"Nah, I was just trying to get her here so she'd be easier to eat. But this tournament thing sounds fun, so why not?"

"Three people is a pretty lousy tournament," Vanilla said. "I suppose . . . I could suggest someone for the running, too."

In the end, everyone but Astrid had someone to offer, and a bracket was drawn up. Eight unwitting souls. A series of blind dates. One survivor. The girls clustered eagerly around the table as dice were rolled to decide the matchups.

Welcome to Party Crasher, an interactive vore saga! You decide who becomes girlmush and who lives to see another day. Stay tuned for Round 1, Livie vs. Portia (part 1 of 2). Coming soon!

#party crasher #prin's pack: astrid #prin's pack: alina #prin's pack: aspen #prin's pack: cecily #prin's pack: evonne #prin's pack: vanilla #prin's pack: sonja #prin's pack: kinsey #vore story #prin writes: party crasher

[marvel-noms]

can you do a vore oneshot about a dr strange vore with peter as prey no portal vore though perhaps strange looses control?

Sure! I tried just so you know XD))

Peter was slowly getting used to being swallowed down by the team. Sure, it was annoying and gross, so so gross, but it was slowly starting to be comforting. Once he got over the whole idea of being inside a stomach it was oddly comforting, the thrumming of the spider sense dulled down and if his senses got to be too much the familiarity soothed his nerves. Not only that, if he was swallowed by the team that would be the safest, he would ever be, ever.

He sighs as he uses his towel to dry his hair from the shower he has taken after Mr. Stark has snagged him. It hadn’t been too bad this time, more comforting than anything mostly because of a crappy day at school. He had half wished he had spoken up about staying- His thoughts come to a stop when he sees Mr. Doctor.Strange pacing in the penthouse, seeming very..ah bothered?

“Mr. Stark had to go to a meeting, I could um..tell him you were here?” He says slowly, finishing drying his hair, the towel resting across his shoulders. The man’s eyes snap up to him with an odd look in his eyes. He had seen it before though... It was very familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. “Hey you, okay? You look a little pale there.”  

“I’m fine. You should leave.” Strange snaps quickly looking away. Peter scrunches his nose up at the rudeness and crosses his arms. “Look I kinda sorta live here too, so you can’t be mean and tell me to leave.”  

“I am struggling with something you can’t help with, so leave.” The doctor still sounded annoyed which only make peter feel even more pissy. “Hey! you’re still being rude. Maybe you should leave.” Ah yes, very grown-up Peter, great job. He wasn’t a kid he shouldn’t come off as whiny.

“Maybe I can help, tell me what it is! I’ve been working with Mr. Stark so I’m good at most things.” It had to be science or avengers related right? Strange grits his teeth a loud whining growl coming from the man’s gut. Oh...Oh! That’s what that looks was! “I said you couldn’t help, now run along.” The man snaps again, his hands pressed against his middle now as another growl comes from his gut.

“I mean that’s what I help the other Avengers with, and Mr. Stark too.” Peter says sheepishly running a hand through his hair. It hadn’t even dried fully but hey Mr.Doctor.Strange was probably going to give in anyway. “It’s a normal thing now so ah, why not embrace it?”  

“I have and it isn’t working! The feeling won’t go away even after I... I.” Strange scowls an air of frustration around him. “Well, that doesn’t make sense, I mean it goes away after everyone else eats me. Even after Mr. Roger's binges he can go for a while.” Peter says rocking on the balls of his feet. He was a go to for most of the team because of his availability and the fact that most of the Avengers couldn’t be shrunk down to be nommed.  

“I know, which is why I wanted to talk to Stark, a man who has the same inconvince.” The amount of exhaustion in the man’s tone made Peter feel horrible. How long had he been suffering from the instinct? “Well, I’m on the other side of things so I can still help! Why don’t you show me how you eat your person.” He hums getting closer, despite Strange backing up with a grimace. Normally preds would be more than willing at the offer, hell Mr. Stark was going to be insanely jealous if he knew he was willing to offer himself up.

There was a bit of silent reliance before the doctor sighed in exasperation and rubbed his temples. “I portal them in and out. It’s more effective that way.” That was..super cool. Peter’s eyes light up at the opportunity to see more magic before he realizes he was supposed to be serious. He clears his throat and nods sheepishly. “Well, um..no other pred does it that way? Maybe you’re missing the whole holding and doing the shrinking yourself part, so your body gets upset, sorta like fruit candies aren’t as good as actual fruits.”

A brief silence as the gears in Strange’s head turned before the doctor groans in frustration as if he had a eureka moment. “The issue with that is I can’t hold anyone like...that.” The man holding his shaking hands up when Peter went to question why. They were shaking horribly but Peter had an advantage that no one else did. “I can be sticky, then you won’t drop me! Come on you’re in discomfort and then you’re going to snap and go on a little binge and won’t feel any better.”

“You have a point..but won’t Stark be upset about me stealing his..ward?” It was obvious Strange didn’t exactly know what he was to Mr. Stark and had a funny aversion to using nicknames like Mr. Stark would. He shakes his head and tosses his towel on a chair. “Nah, and if he is I’ll smooth it over.” he says with a shrug. That predatory look in his eyes only seem to grow with each passing moment before the man sighs in frustration.  

“Fine. But this is my first time using the..er Traditional way.” Peter shrugs and moves right in front of the man, a small smile on his face. This was a little scary but..but it just meant that he would be able to confidently ask Mr. Stark for this. Besides..he sorta wanted to see how portaling out felt like. When Mr.Dr.Strange didn’t do anything, he sighed dramatically.

“Alright, so just put your hand, hands or finger on my shoulder and focus. Mr. Stark says that the shrinking comes naturally. Then you just sorta grab me, gently, and put me in your mouth and swallow. Then bam! I’ll be in your stomach.”

Strange’s face wrinkles up at the crude explanation but slowly lifts a shaking hand up to Peter’s shoulder, the light touch still shaking with tremors. “Focus, it’ll come like breathing.” He comments. “I’m going. I thought you didn’t like being eaten spiderling.” Strange shoots back, a small calming breath escaping him. There was a brief pause before a weird feeling traveled through Peter. He closes his eyes in anticipation as the odd feeling of the floor rushing up to him hits him. It was a little sickening, but he was used to the feeling by now.

When he opens his eyes, he frowns and shakes his head. “You’re going to want to go smaller, I know I look pretty small now but trust me it’s not very fun going down this big.” He closes his eyes again as the light reassure of a finger returns to his shoulder, and when the pressure subsides.  

“There, is this better?” Strange asks, Peter flinching at the volume. Man, some people didn’t get that sound was much louder at this height. “Dude- lower your voice and yeah!” He calls out grabbing at the man’s trembling hand. “Ah sorry...and You’re sure that you can get ‘sticky’ and be fine?”  

“Absolutely! I can stick to people’s insides and those move all the time!” He huffs, grabbing onto the hand when it was low enough. It was an odd feeling with the tremors, but he could stick no problem as he was slowly lifted up to the man’s face. “Open up Doc! Then all you hafta do is slick me up and send me down and bam! Problem solved.”

“You’ve done this many times haven’t you?”  

Peter nods, staying sticky as he was lifted up more towards the doctor's face. “Mmhm! I’m sorta trying to stop being so reliant too so..so this is a big step.” His spider sense had been blissfully quiet this time round. “Besides it’ll help you.” He says with a small smile. There was a pause before strange nods and he opened his mouth, lowering his feet first.  

The warmth was welcomed considering it was hard to regulate body heat, and the familiar squishy feeling of the tongue as his feet brushed against it. Strange went slow like he wasn’t used to this- which he guessed he wasn't... The saliva soaked his pjs immediately, which was gross, very gross but familiar too. Once he was fully inside there was a pause before the muscle poked him around making sure he wasn’t in the way of any teeth.  

Then the bright lights of the tower disappear as the doctor's pearly white teeth clack shut around him. The muscle under him twitches slightly, Strange probably debating if he should taste him or not- which was fair considering this was new territory for the man. “You are going to have to slick me up, I mean I don’t think it’s very comfortable swallowing dry.” He hums patting the muscle under him.

Nothing happened for a moment then the muscle slowly started poking at him, then fully tasting him, it was weird that preds could taste things that everyone else couldn’t, he wondered what his taste was like..he would need to ask Mr. Stark. Man, he needed to do a lot for the man.  

The space was pooling with saliva, Strange obviously struggling to decide if he should swallow or not. “Okay it looks like you’re ready, so um..just swallow.” When nothing happened, he scooted towards the back of the man’s throat until his feet lightly pressed against the entrance. The flesh stayed stubbornly firm not allowing his feet to slip inside, the uvula whacking him in his chest. “It’s not as bad as you think. It’s like swallowing a noodle but a little bigger..well a lot bigger.”

There was a sigh before a loud swallow surrounded him, his feet suddenly being sucked inside the throat. He stifles a yelp as another swallow rolled over him, the muscles dragging him down. One more swallow finally made him travel down easily, a tight ring giving in with some resistance, rolling over his body. He lands with a squelch in the dark organ. Muscular walls rippled against him as the stomach gurgled contently. It was slightly tense but soon he sunk slightly into the flesh as the man finally relaxed... probably the instinct falling silent.  

“Does that feel better?” He asks with a small grin, lightly pressing against the flesh in front of him. Strange was silent for a few moments before answering. “Yes. That was the problem..thank you this..this is nice.” Strange murmurs, Peter relaxing at the soft rumble of the man’s tone, Mr. Stark stomach was better..it felt more familiar, Strange’s was different too.  

“Hey, no problem..now you know,”

#marvel vore #soft vore #sfw vore #avengers vore #g/t vore #admin snexy

[dibbiedabbiedoobie]

Give us the vore crushes🍴

jfdk I got 2 of these asks, thank yall

Anyways to continue my white boy obsession: Der/ek Ha/le.

First off: werewolf. Just... good vibes already. Te/en Wo/lf werewolves are a bit.... well, in canon, they lose their eyebrows when they shift, but I pretend not to see that part.

Secondly: Emotionally Constipated Traumatized White Boy. I huff these men like crack. Derek in particular is like.... a lot of his issues/trauma aren't his fault or connected to his personal actions, either. He's just Trying His Best, honestly.

He's a born werewolf, which means he has so many things he does that are normal to him but like... not normal to humans, and I love the idea of safe vore as extreme cuddles being part of that. He, especially, would be terrible about explaining anything or comforting anyone. Just sitting there, wildly confused as to why the poor beta in his stomach is squirming so much.

He mellows out but is largely very gruff and stoic with a soft center and that shit is just fucking A+ as a character type. He cares so much about people, I think, more than he likes to show, and I think would be really sweet by the end of the show when he isn't trying so hard to pretend he doesn't feel joy.

Also a mention of Peter, too, but like... Peter if he were good. Peter as a villain in the show is good but also I really just love him being like... not that? I feel like the show forgot how badly he was traumatized honestly. I feel like good!Peter would be the absolute best bastard (affectionate) pred. A lot of teasing, a lot of unwilling but less "I'm going to die" and more "Peter i swear to god i have shit to do today." Still capable of genuine connection, though, because of the whole like.... uncle werewolf pack brain thing, but mostly just a bastard.

Evil!Peter does have some potential as a cruel pred, possibly fatal, but like... eh? I like it in theory but I'm too mad abt how they did him in the show to run with it right now lmao

I wrote some things with these two (which I don't love those, they aren't terrible but they aren't my best work and I think it shows) and I might write more in general, depending. But, broadly, I rlly just love my two traumatized werewolf men and I enjoy them being their own version of deeply affectionate safe preds.

#dibbiespeaks #dizzyposting #voretalk #te/en wo/lf #v.ore #v0re

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I was wondering if we could get some more A.sgore vore with d.isposal? Like, maybe he tries to use people and monsters as fertilizer for his gardening or somethin.

I like this idea! I can definitely do a little something for it.

A.sgore hums softly as he trims back the large hedge he was working on. It was a bright, sunny day, and the big goat has spent most of it outside working on the garden. It was the kind of day where plenty of people come walking by, human and monster alike, which is perfect for him.

A.sgore's stomach sloshes in front of him, someone kicking weakly inside. It makes the goat belch softly but otherwise doesn't interrupt his trimming. This is why he liked to wear that pink button-up shirt when he did his gardening--no fear of ripping it when his stomach expands as he snacks. The massive, white expanse can simply hang out in all its glory, bubbling and churning and sloshing as he worked.

Plenty of people like to stop by and appreciate A.sgore's garden. He's always happy to show it off, too. He never does grow tired of talking about it, either, so he'd always stop to talk to anyone willing to listen. And anyone who appreciates his garden that much should be more than happy to help out with it in their own way.

A.sgore's stomach lets out a low rumble and it's soon followed by a rather bassy fart. He blushes darkly and rubs his stomach with a chuckle. "Golly, did you really have to make me do that..? I'm glad no one was around to hear that one." The goat had been working all day, which also means he's been snacking on passerby all day, so while some are still able to kick around in his gut, plenty of others are already densely packed away in his bowels. It's sure making for a noisy gut--it won't stop groaning and gurgling and whining out. A.sgore's long since gotten used to all the sounds though and he's right back to finishing the trimming.

As the daylight wanes and it gets closer to sundown, A.sgore finally puts the clips aside and wipes his brow. It was definitely a productive day, both for him and his stomach. He must've snacked on some twenty people or so as the day carried on, and the last of them had finished flushing through his system some time ago. All the new heft they gave him will make it hard to button up his shirt again...but he's more focused on the constantly building pressure deep in his guts. When another bassy fart rumbles out of him, A.sgore winces and waves the air away. "Golly, I hear you, no need to make a stink about it." With a soft chuckle at a joke no one else heard, A.sgore goes to fetch his wheelbarrow. There's a bit of privacy in the small shed that he keeps it in, so he's able to drop his pants and plant his massive ass over the side of it. "I've done my work, now...nngh...time for you to do...yours..."

With a few grunts and a bit of straining, the first dense log begins to peek out from those furry cheeks and slide into the wheelbarrow below. After spending an entire day cooking in his bowels, all that fresh shit has gotten packed into very dense logs. When the first one breaks off, it makes a loud thud as it hits the bottom of the wheelbarrow, and the rest are likely to do the same. It'll take A.sgore a while to dump so much shit, but he's always been a patient man.

As the wheelbarrow fills more and more, each log reveals what it used to be with the stray odds and ends packed into the otherwise brown mass. Bones are packed tightly into each one--many human, but a few recognizably monster--and scraps of clothes as well as whatever junk might have gone down the hatch like phones and wallets also decorate the goat's dump. A.sgore can't help but let out a moan every time a particularly large or awkward log of crap stretches him out just right, and he ends up firing off a load onto the floor under him when the skull of a dragon he'd snacked on gives his ass a run for its money. It's mostly buried under the smaller, softer shit the slops out after it, and when A.sgore is done, only the horns are able to poke out of the mass.

With a laborious sigh, A.sgore yanks his pants back up and grabs a shovel. The wheelbarrow is nearly overflowing with a mountain of crap, and the stink is horrific to boot. But A.sgore pays the horrible sight no mind, even whistling a pleasant tune as he wheels it out to the garden. He'd spend the rest of the daylight he had shoveling shit down into the dirt, making sure his entire garden had a fresh layer of goat manure padding it out. Whatever bones or other odds that stick out of the layer of manure get buried quickly with the shovel, and before long, no one would even know that A.sgore's guard also served as a mass grave for an untold number of innocent souls.

With the sun disappearing over the horizon, A.sgore gets his things put away and heads back inside, happy with his hard day of work. Come next week, he'll clean up anything that didn't decompose or sink into the earth, and then he'll start the process all over again. Fresh manure was always the best for keeping a garden healthy, after all. And A.sgore always made the freshest.

#v.ore #male vore #mlm vore #m/m vore #gay vore #vore story #mass vore #digestion #fatal vore #disposal #undertalevore #asgoredreemurvore #ask

[novorehere]

Favorite vore tropes/scenarios?

Oh man. That is quite the question anon, I don’t think I can go into too much detail without writing a whole essay on the subject (Which in all fairness I’m sure I could) But I’ll try to keep it at least somewhat brief: (Edit: it’s not brief anymore, oops)

1. General hurt/comfort scenarios, or just casual G/t romantic/platonic vore snuggling for fun. It’s just. Such a great way for characters to bond, to grow closer together. I’ve always been drawn to the idea of being tiny, and by extension being swallowed by someone else. Tucked away inside a stomach where they can hold me close and comfort me with the sounds and sensations of their inner workings all around. It just sounds so nice and cozy. Belly rubs are a must, from both the inside and the outside. There’s no way for two people to be closer than this, and that’s what makes the moment so special.

2. Accidental/unaware vore. Some of the first times I was ever presented with the narrative of being inside someone else’s body as a kid were in the form of the characters not realizing what was going on until afterwards. Just think about how many times that gag is played for laughs in the “vore episodes” of TV shows. (In retrospect, that one magic school bus episode was probably the largest offender,) But I I think that’s a big part of where my fondness for the scenario comes from. It allows for a more “realistic” in-character story, since most canon characters probably wouldn’t be going around swallowing people on purpose. xD There’s just something so fun about the initial realization, imagining how different characters would react to having found out they had ingested someone they know unknowingly. Are they embarrassed? Disgusted? Angry at the prey’s carelessness? Do they try try to mask their embarrassment with jokes? Alternatively, is the prey desperate to reveal themselves, or do they dread having to explain what happened? Those post-vore discussions are always so delightfully awkward, and I cherish them very much. It’s just a shame more people don’t write it very often!

3. Teasing of any sort. Being teased by a predator who revels in my flustered embarrassment is just... the actual best. Maybe they comment on how cute and small I look, and how easily they could pick me up and swallow me with minimal effort. Mouthplay especially is great, being dangled over an open maw is just *chefs kiss* and comments on taste especially get me. Certain bits of vaguely vore-ish dialogue just get me melting into a puddle on the spot. though shouldn’t that the the stomach’s job? Things like: “You’re so cute, I could just eat you up,” or “The fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” Or, just little quips here and there. Like saying, “down the hatch!” before the predator swallows. I also really enjoy teasing in a non vore scenario, preds alluding to past experiences, cracking jokes and embarrassing the other party. Maybe the prey even does this to the pred, too.

(Warning: Digestion mention)

I will admit, I do enjoy allusions to digestion sometimes. While I primarily enjoy safe vore, there’s something about being treated like nothing but food by a villainous character that’s just... really good. I don’t like to think about the actual thing, more so the process of going down and being taunted with it. Pain is a big no for me, so it’s sort of odd that I would be into that?? I’m still not really sure why, but I digress.

4. Unabashed gluttony. This one’s kind of self indulgent. Just knowing the pred is hungry for you and can’t contain themselves any longer. The idea of making someone satisfied is appealing to me specifically (I’m a big people-pleaser irl) so vore sorta comes naturally. The idea of being a meal for someone, filling them up and making them feel good just gets to me. The thought of someone enjoying your taste, loving how you feel in their stomach, commenting on how full they feel... it just gives me butterflies idk. This is also a big reason why stomach growls are so appealing to me. It just hammers in the hunger beforehand, and the satisfaction afterwards. I know some people here aren’t really into burping, but this is pretty much the sole reason why I like it a lot. It’s a sign that you did a good job, that they’re satisfied with your “work.” Both are also great for teasing, going back to #3.

5. Foodplay. Again, similar to #4. The thought of prey being enjoyed with other things can be really fun, and there’s lots of potential with the wide variety of foods you can go with. I always found it funny how “hiding in a sandwich” (Literally who would ever do that?) is such a common trope that the vore community latched on to, when there’s so many better options in my opinion. Relaxing in a warm bowl of ramen, being drank with a beverage, a cute topping to a dessert, dipped in sauce or chocolate, the list goes on. You can even incorporate accidental vore quite easily with this sort of thing, the pred not realizing there’s an “extra ingredient” in their food. Sure, being in a stomach with what is. uh. technically vomit is probably not the most pleasant thing ever, but at the end of the day, it’s a fantasy and can be as nice and pleasant as you want to imagine it being :) I for one like to think it would be kinda nice, hearing the pred’s body digest happily all around me while I was kept safe. It’s always worth it knowing they’re happy!

Welp, this kind of turned into a longer post than I expected. But there you have it! If you agree with any of these things I would love to gush about them further. Just shoot me an ask or something!

#op #vore asks #vore talk #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #digestion mention #I might just link this on my pinned post for an introduction or something idk #wow this got long #oops

[hornet-breaker]

Lab Rats

Just watched a review of that old Disney Show “Lab Rats,” and I got inspired! This will be bullet points Bc I don’t feel like trying to draft an entire storyline. Also, ages will be altered in this au, so without further ado, trigger warnings!

Tw: vore mentions, some graphic violence, dehumanization, minor fearplay

Tommy is an intern for a very well known scientist and company called “Dreamcorp,” owned by Dream. The facility got its name for its first official invention of the company was a dream projector, which allowed doctors to further study the subconscious.

Tommy has been warned by Dream, multiple times in fact, “do not go down the elevator, it’s too dangerous for you.” Tommy being the little reckless shit he is, goes down anyways because screw the old man (even though Dream is 28 in this and Tommy is 16)

He goes into what he calls “The Underbelly” and explores. He hears a loud roar that sounds something like a dragon and scurries for cover. In the underbelly there are 3 odd looking men bickering with each other.

The tallest is nicknamed “Voidburn,” he is the youngest (17) has the ability to teleport and sense presences, and can determine easily if that presence is good or bad. That ability is only passive when sniffing, and can extend up to 5 miles. He has black and white hair, red and green eyes, and black markings on his skin.

The second is a little shorter, but definitely the oldest, (24) and is nicknamed “Ghost.” He can turn invisible, mimic voices, and his voice can be used to swoon others into doing as he commands. By far the most dangerous and definitely the smartest. He has a white streak in his burgundy brown hair and has amber eyes. He wears glasses too.

The third is smaller, but by no means is he weaker and is probably the middle child (20), he is nicknamed “Arson,” and as his name implies he has pyrokenisis, and is fire resistant, with super strength added in on the side. He’s got a heavier build compared to the others with reptilian eyes and a white bandana around his head under his bangs.

Tommy hides from their bickering, wanting to know more, when suddenly Arson punches Ghost hard in the stomach, hard enough to knock over Tommy’s cover. Tommy screams and the others freak out, why is there a new person in the lab?!

Tommy tries to run away but Ghost gets an idea. He loves to play tricks and scare people after all. He goes invisible and chases Tommy. Tommy thinks he’s safe in the elevator as it goes up, but then Ghost reveals himself, scaring Tommy enough, to make him jump. The elevator stops and the two are trapped.

Ghost decides to monologue and tells Tommy part of the story. He says they were genetically engineered to be the next generation of the human race, bigger, smarter, stronger, faster.

Voidburn teleports into the elevator to save the Two before Dream can find out Tommy broke the elevator. Tommy begins asking questions. The three answer carefully as to not give too much information.

Tommy finally asks what they mean by “Bigger,” and Ghost gladly shows him, transforming into a massive humanoid creature. Tommy runs away to hide while Voidburn and Arson try to keep Ghost away from Tommy.

Eventually Ghost manages to get them off him with his siren voice and lures Tommy out of hiding. Tommy thinks he’s about to die when Dream bursts in and deactivates Ghost’s Titan form with a controlled shock.

Dream yells at Tommy but then Arson steps foreward to defend the kid, saying he was curious and Ghost wasn’t going to eat him like he did the last assistant. This freaks Tommy out into thinking he is going to be one day fed off to these creatures but Dream reassures him he won’t as long as he doesn’t snitch. This does not make Tommy feel any better and Voidburn cautiously approaches to comfort the scared kid.

Once Arson and Dream calm down, Dream explains why the three can in fact grow 20 times bigger than what they are now. He explains they are genetically engineered sizeshifters and are soldiers for government tasks that normal soldiers cannot do. Dream forces Tommy to swear to secrecy, and Tommy promises since Ghost is looking at him like a dog would to a steak.

The next day Tommy immediately sneaks back into the lab to see the Titans’ daily routine for the day. He doesn’t get to see much since the chamber is closed off by curtains (thank god he thinks to himself) and watches them eat strange pellets.

Tommy reveals himself, the three are happy to see him again. Tommy asks about the pellets, Ghost says they’re nutritional pellets. Tommy mocks them for living like rats and offers to take them to the surface for real food. The three are ecstatic at the thought, but at the same time Ghost thinks it’s a bad idea. Tommy waivers this and tells them to be ready in 10 minutes. They’re ready in less than one thanks to their resting chambers.

He sneaks them out of the building, giving them lab uniforms to put over their clothes and tells them to pretend their interns. They make it out successfully without getting caught.

Tommy takes them to a burger joint, and doesn’t realize how much they eat, especially Arson who probably has a higher metabolism because of his firepowers. They each eat about 3 burgers which Tommy isn’t really happy about since it damages his wallet.

A man comes in to rob the joint and Ghost springs into action, running up to the guy and punching him. Tommy stops him from pulverizing the guy, and the man is dead. The employee calls the cops and the four flee the scene.

They sneak back into the facility and Dream is there waiting for them. He has his arms crossed and is pissed that Tommy took them out to eat, AND the video of Ghost beating the life out of a crook went viral. Tommy is guilty and Dream ops to send the Titans to a facility in Antarctica. Tommy begs him not too, and that’s when a new character appears.

Goggles is Dream’s security assistant, think of him like Jarvis but with an attitude. Dream nicknames him George. Goggles convinces Dream to let the Titans stay, and Ghost further convinces Dream to let them see the surface and eat people food (Ghost tries to sneak in also being allowed to eat people but Arson and Voidburn stop him with a quick punch to the shoulder and a stamp on the foot)

Tommy opts to give them nicknames for whenever he visits. Arson is nicknamed Sapnap, Voidburn is now Ranboo, and Tommy could care less about Ghost so he names him Wilbur. (When he wants something he calls the Titan “Wilby”)

And that’s pretty much it. Tommy is allowed to go down and help Dream with the Titans and anything new he’s working on. If this gets a certain amount of attention I might do a part 2, where things start to heat up a little.

#lab rats au #mcyt g/t #giant tiny #g/t writing #tiny!tommy #giant!ranboo #giant!sapnap #giant!wilbur

[pixy-stix-art]

Naga Tommy goes into a nesting faze where he is just unhappy without something in his brood pouch so Ranboo and Tubbo help him.

(and if you want to include Ghostbur in there as well, that's cool with me)

Sorry this took so long Blue found this at the bottom of my ask box. Hope you enjoy. Its super soft and fluffy.

This ended up a lot longer then I was planning but this is un edited

(Warnings: safe vore) ———————————————————————

Tommy was slithering through the forest. He felt so uncomfortable. He tried sleeping it off, but he couldn’t even do that! He huffed frustrated. He knew what was wrong, he needed something in his brood pouch. He didn’t have anything, or anyone to swallow though.

He was thinking about just trying to eat a bunch of rocks when he heard laughter. He followed the sound to a small lake. He smiled seeing the laughter belonged to his two friends, Tubbo and Ranboo. His first thought was that he could swallow them to help calm his instincts, but they would never let him do that. It was to embarrassing to explain anyway. At lest they would serve as a good distraction, right?

“Tubbo! Ranboo!” He called out slithering over to the small hybrids.

“Big man!” Tuboo smiled wide as he saw the giant red naga come over to them.

Ranboo smiled seeing his friend. “Hi, how have you been?” He hadn’t seen the naga in a few days.

“Good as always.” He laid down on his stomach in front of his friends. He caught their smell and had to resist the instinct to pick them up and tuck them away. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea….

“I’ve been beating Ranboo at cards!” Tubbo said proudly showing Tommy the card game they set up.

“You cheat.” Ranboo replied.

“I don’t!” Tubbo said quickly.

Tommy laughed at their bickering. “You definitely cheat Tubbo.”

“Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side!” He glared at Tommy.

He was having fun, or he had been. He set and talk with Ranboo and Tubbo for awhile but now all he could think about was putting them safely tucked away inside his brooding pouch. They had noticed his sudden silence when he felt a small hand on his cheek.

“Hey, why’d you get so quiet?” Ranboo asked. He knew something was wrong when Tommy was quiet.

“N-nothing Ranboob.” He pulled away so he wasn’t so close to them. “I’m fine.” He smiled.

Tommy knew he should leave before he couldn’t control himself anymore. But he couldn’t make himself leave his friends here, he needed them.

“You sure?” Tubbo looked up at Tommy. His eyes where blown wide, you could barely see the color of Tommy’s eyes. He had been acting weird too.

Tommy nodded. “Mmhmm…completely fine.” He shook his head trying to ride himself of his thoughts.

“No, something isn’t right.” Tubbo was confused why Tommy wouldn’t say what was wrong.

“I just- there is this thing I can’t tell you because it will scare you.” He tried explaining with as little detail as possible.

Ranboo laughed. “There isn’t anything you can do to scare us Tommy.”

Tubbo nodded agreeing. “Yeah! Just spit it out.”

Tommy groaned flopping onto the ground. “You two aren’t going to give this up, are you?”

“Nope!” Tubbo walked closer to Tommy noticing how he tensed up.

“Fine, but please don’t be scared it isn’t a bad thing. Just- ” He sighed. “Let me explain it first.” He said being serious for once.

Ranboo and Tubbo set down in front of him ready to listen.

Tommy crossed his arms in front of him resting his chin on his arms. “Ok, umm so… nagas have more then one stomach. One for food and the other to safely keep things in. Most of the time it’s for parents to keep their young in. To keep them safe. But nagas all get the instinct to put something in their brooding pouch. And it gets super uncomfortable and you can’t think about anything else.” Tommy explained quickly not looking at his friends.

“And do you have that instinct now?” Ranboo asked hesitantly after Tommy explained.

Tommy nodded hiding his face from them both. He didn’t what see what their reaction was.

Ranboo looked at Tubbo who was starring back at him. They both knew what Tommy was saying without actually saying it. Tommy wanted to eat them. Even if it was safe, it freaked them out a little.

Tubbo sat thinking for a second before getting up and dragging Ranboo with him up to Tommy’s forcing the naga to look at them. It was obvious now why Tommy seemed so uncomfortable this whole time.

“Tommy, are you saying you want to eat us?” He asked to get clarification.

Tommy hesitated before looking up at them. “Y-yes, but its not in a bad way! I don’t want to hurt you guys! It’s just stupid instinct stuff.” He said quickly not wanting them to think that Tommy would ever hurt them.

“Whoa! It’s ok. We don’t think you want to hurt us. You explained it well.” Tubbo rushed to say. “It’s just, not something you normally think would be safe.”

Tommy nodded. “Yeah, I know it’s scary for you.” He learned the hard way that most other species didn’t have brooding pouches.

“I don’t know about scary. Just a little weird.” Ranboo said putting a hand on Tommy’s arm.

Tommy smiled softly at them. “I’m just glad you didn’t run away.”

“No way! You’re our friend.” Tubbo grinned.

Tommy was so relieved. He had been so sure if they knew they would run away and not come to see him again.

“Now, how does this whole eating but not eating thing work?” Tubbo climbed up Tommy’s arm.

“W-what?” Tommy asked confused. They wanted to know more?

“Well I think I should know what I’m getting myself into here.” Tubbo said completely unbothered.

“Wait, no. What do you mean getting yourself into?!” Tommy looked at Tubbo the in shock.

“You’re going to eat me right?” Tubbo said.

“No! Im not going to do that!” He set up in surprise.

“Aw, why not?” Tubbo pouted a little.

“Why not?! Because I- I just can’t do that?!”

“Ok hold on.” Ranboo said seeing how freaked out Tommy was. “I think Tubbo is just trying to help.” He step up on Tommy’s arm next to Tubbo. “You’re uncomfortable right? We just want to help. And you said it was safe so there’s no real reason to worry.” He shrugged.

Tommy blinked at them both clearly shocked. “You- you would do that for me?” He asked quietly.

“Of course boss man. We want to help you!” Tubbo smiled happily cuddling Tommy’s nose.

“I- you actually will let me eat you?” He was not sure what to think.

“Yes that’s what we keep saying.” Ranboo chuckled.

“O-oh….” Tommy tried to hide how touched he was that they trusted him this much. They saw right through him.

“Are we doing this or not?” Tubbo said letting go of Tommy’s nose.

“I guess so.” Tommy gently scooped up Ranboo and Tubbo.

“Do we have to do anything?” Ranboo asked.

“Not really, just try and stay still. That will make it easier.” He held them close to his face.

They nodded sitting calmly on Tommy’s hand.

Being as gentle as he could, Tommy placed them in his mouth. He curled his tongue around them making sure to keep they away from his teeth. He smiled softly humming as he rolled them around getting them covered in saliva to make the trip down easier.

Tubbo was surprised just how gently Tommy was being. He giggled as Tommy licked at him and Ranboo. He felt around pushing at the tongue as it licked his face.

Tommy was glad they didn’t seem scared. Tubbo was giggling even. He moved Ramboo to to the side pinning him in place. He tilted his head back and swallowed Tubbo.

Ranboo gasped as he was gently squished with the tongue. He heard a loud gulp and he was pushed back to the middle of Tommy’s tongue. Tubbo was gone now. He laid back on Tommy’s tongue keeping himself calm. It was Tommy, Tommy would keep them safe. He knew it was safe but, his brain couldn’t help but panic a little.

Tommy hummed happily feeling Tubbo slip into the brooding pouch. He felt better but Tubbo was much smaller then what he needed. He tilted his head back again and gently swallowed Ranboo. He felt him wiggle a bit before going still again.

Tommy leaned back against curling his tail around himself. He felt so much better now. He no longer felt empty. Tommy placed a hand over where he could feel Ranboo and Tubbo.

“You guys ok?” He asked. If this was to much he would let them out.

“Yeah we’re ok!” Tubbo said hearing Tommy’s question. He had curled up getting comfortable in- what did Tommy call this again?

Ranboo shivered slightly. He couldn’t see anything and he felt around for Tubbo. He smiled finding him curled up against Tommy. He laid down next to the shorter hybrid and snuggled up to him.

“I’m glad you’re ok. I’ll let you out later.” He promised. He rubbed gently at Ranboo and Tubbo who he could feel were curled up together.

“Do you feel better now?” Ranboo asked. He sighed softly at the rubs. Longer he was here more comfortable it was. As odd as that is.

“A lot better. Thank you so much.” He hugged his middle. He soft weight of his two friends curled up in his brooding pouch made the empty feeling completely disappear. It felt nice having them so close and safe.

“Of course Tommy.” Ranboo said. “How long will we be in here though?” There wasn’t anything to do in here.

“Um, I’m not sure a little while. I want to sleep.” He couldn’t last night or the night before. It had been to uncomfortable.

“Ok, if you want to rest a nap doesn’t sound so bad.” Ranboo smiled softly.

“Ok. Sleep well.” Tommy said curling up to rest. He was so exhausted. He soon feel asleep.

Tubbo smiled cuddling up to Ranboo. “Never thought we’d get eaten by Tommy.” He said keeping his voice quiet.

“Me either. But it’s not so bad. A little gross but, it’s actually comfortable in here.” Ranboo said.

“Yeah. Might have to do this more.” Tubbo mumbled closing his eyes. He warmth around them was making him sleepy.

“Yeah, maybe.” Ramboo agreed. It was obviously safe and a great place to nap.

They both soon fell asleep curled up in Tommy’s brooding pouch.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt g/t community #giant/tiny #giant!tommy #naga!tommy #tiny!tubbo #tiny!ranboo #tw vore #safe vore #g/t vore #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t vore #pixie writes #pixies writing #g/t

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Fear less, Forget, and Forgive

Here’s a short little story of Tommy and Techno finally addressing the awkardness around one another after the events of my gift for Altobug83. I may have made Techno a bit more emotional than how he’s normally portrayed, but I felt the urge to write this ending. I hope you guys enjoy while I try to rewrite the Skeppy and BBH fic sitting in my drafts~

warning: this does refrence back for my gift that had some hard vore moments, not in the same detail, but they are mentioned.

“Look, Tommy, me and Will are going out to get a few more things from the market, you stay here with Techno and hold down the house alright?”

In any other circumstance, Tommy would have loved to have nearly free reign over the house, but after what happened a few weeks ago, he still didn’t want to be anywhere near his piglin like brother, especially not alone like last time. He gave a soft whine as Phil tried to remove him from his shoulders, but he was quick to try and hide between the soft black feathers that coated his father's wings, not wanting to be removed in the slightest. “But Phil, I don't want to be stuck at home, what if you and Will get to see something cool while I'm stuck here, it’s not fair.”

What he didn’t realize was that his father and the rest of the household had noticed Tommy’s hesitance and near refusal to be anywhere near Techno, they all agreed to try and find out what was happened, especially since Techno didn’t know the reason himself, facing the issue head-on was the decided course of action. Tommy gave another whine as a pair of giant pale fingers gently pulled him from his feathered hideaway and quickly sat him on the wooden table, but swatted at them in annoyance as they ruffled his blond hair. Phil was quick to leave him on the table as he moved for the door, and Tommy could see the tiny mop of brunette hair that was seated among the giant's blond, and the two left Tommy on his own; but not really. Tommy could help but freeze as Techno entered the room, face still holding the impassive look like always, but his eyes couldn’t help but focus on his mouth. The memory made his arm twitch in phantom pain and he was quick to try and leave,” H-hey Techno, I'm going to head off to my room to play some games, good?” He tried to make his way off the table as quick as he could, but couldn't help but yelp when he found himself gripped in familiar pink-tinted hands and nearly jumped out before the fingers softly wrapped around him.

“Yeah no, we need to talk.” Techno had no idea why Tommy had been acting like he was terrified to even be in the same room as him, but he wanted answers as to why he had found that scrap of Tommy’s shirt between his teeth. He didn’t like how he could feel the tiny heartbeat fluttering like mad under his fingers, as much as he wanted to hide it, it was clear that Tommy was terrified to be in Techno’s hold. He slowly brought his little brother close to his chest as he moved to walk towards the living room, hoping that the sound of his own heartbeat would soothe him, just like how it did when he found the boy passed out on his chest late in the night.

Tommy shivered as he was brought upwards, but thankfully not towards the face, he might have really screamed if he was. He was surprised to be held to the chest, he had forgotten how comforting the sound of his brother's heart was, it had been drowned out by the noises of his other organs the last time he was this close to it. He gripped the fingers holding him tightly as the two of them moved to the living room, Techno moving to sit on the couch and still holding him close. “ W-What do you want to talk about?”

Techno couldn’t help but snort slightly,” I think you already know, you've been avoiding me like I’m a monster, I have to say that's not a nice feeling when it comes from your little brother.” He kept his grip on the tiny but moved to make it less caging so as not to freak him out. It was hard to put his feelings into actual words as they raced in his head, giving him a mild migraine and making him slightly regret telling the other two to leave the house. “ I want to know what happened, especially since I found a scrap of one of your shirts stuck between my teeth. Did you do something to me in my sleep because you haven’t been near my mouth any time I've been awake; what happened?”

This made Tommy shiver slightly as he thought back to that day, Techno was fully awake when it happened, just unknowing. He didn’t want to talk about it, he really didn’t, but even he could see the barely visible look of pain in Techno’s eyes at how Tommy had been acting around him lately. “ You were awake when it happened, you just didn’t know I was there, and I don't know how I’m alive.” The tears flowed freely at this point as the memories resurfaced and he turned into the comfort that the fingers still provided,” You didn’t know I was hiding in the bread when you rushed out of the house, you didn’t hear me scream, not even when you made these.” He held out his arm to fully show the marks that rested on his skin, not wanting to look at them himself as he continued to cry.

Techno could help but be confused at Tommy’s wording,” What do you mean I was awake- '' as the boy continued to talk, and couldn’t stop the sharp intake of breath as he realized what happened. He remembered clearly how he thought he had cut himself with his own teeth when he tasted blood,” oh gods.” He felt his stomach turn and his face pale, the taste of blood, the weird noise he heard, and the weird way the lump of ‘bread’ stuck in his throat. He had eaten his own brother and had no idea he did until now, his own hands started to shake as he thought how alone Tommy must have felt despite being so close to him, it made him feel so sick with himself. He felt unfamiliar wetness start to slide down his face, he was crying.

Tommy looked up when the hands holding him starting to shake,” hic- why the fuck are you shaking?” He had never seen his brother's face so expressive in his life, the fear, sorrow, the self-anger, each emotion was as clear as a brightly lit sign. The thing that really caught him off guard was Techno crying, the massive red eyes were redder than usual as they looked down at him, and had multiple tracks of tears running down his face as he couldn't stop them,” Techie….Your crying.” He yelped when the hands lifted upwards and he was mildly frightened to see that he was being lifted back towards the giant face, but he was met with the giant nose being softly pressed into him as his brother shifted his hands to be hugging him against his face as he continued to cry.

“Fuck Tommy, I'm so sorry, I can’t believe that I hurt you… Fuck I’m so sorry,” He held Tommy close to his nose as he continued to softly cry, his ego prevented him from crying any harder, but his emotions were also too strong to stop the tears that did escape him as they rolled down his face and caused his throat to clench in pain. “ You have to understand that I would never willingly hurt you, whatever happened on that day, I swear on my life that it will never happen again.”  The piglin hybrid let out a shaky sigh as he felt his brothers arms wrap around his nose and fully lean into his touch, he normally didn’t like to be touched, but by the gods was he happy to feel his brother hug him,” I swear I will make it up to you Tommy, I don’t want you scared of me, I’m not a monster..” He signed in relief as he felt the smaller boy nod against his nose as he also cried, he knew that it still would take a while before Tommy would fully be over what happened, because who would be able to get over that level of trauma quickly. Techno would be with him every step of the way, he couldn’t take back what his body did to his little brother, but so help him if he didn’t try to ease as much of the pain as he could.

*

“Do you think the two of them made up yet, or are they fighting like before, even that would be better than the awkwardness that has hung over everyone lately.” Phil could only sigh as his eldest child kicked his legs lightly against his shoulders, hoping that he would find the house peaceful or in a wreck instead of a field of glass.

“I'm hoping for the first, but you're right about the second one being just as favorable, but I hope we have a house to walk into when I open the door.” Phil was slow to open the door and was happy to see that the house wasn’t in shambles, but was concerned when he didn't see his other two children anywhere. “Boys… Techno… Tommy?”  He started to make his way towards the stairs after seeing that the kitchen was completely empty but was stopped by a sharp tug on his ear,” What the fuck Wil-” but he quickly saw what his son was trying to show.

On one of the couches was a softly slumbering Techno who still had some easily identifiable wet spots on his shirt, and resting over his heart with a protective hand covering him was Tommy. The two apparently had such an exhausting moment together that they must have passed out completely when the emotions calmed, but it seems like things have fully been mended. Phil smiled as he turned away from the peaceful site and went back towards the kitchen,” Let's make some good food for when the two wake up and don't you dare tease your brothers for finally showing emotion.”

“Fiinnee, you're no fun Phil, but I’ll leave them alone. They both needed this.”

#vore mention #hard vore mention #sad boy stuff #jk writings #jk writings #I got a little sad writing this #Giant Techn0 #tiny t0mmy #mcyt g/t community #mcyt g/t vore