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Every time wilbur bites the camera in the new vlog he’s biting little streamer au Tommy

The brotherly aggression is high

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #coryspeaks #tw vore #tw mouth play

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For his birthday g!wilbur noms t!tommy since he usually refuses

#corydrabbles #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #tw vore

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In the friendly giant au a pack of lion wolves surprise Ranboo while he’s out on patrol with Phil and techno and he panics so much his instincts force him to swallow them

He then freaks out even more because he can feel the humans fighting against him and trying to get free. He hadn’t explained that it was safe, and now that they were in his gut they wouldn’t listen to anything he said

So instead of letting them out he just sits there with them in his storage internally panicking until Tubbo comes to try to help him out of the situation

#corydrabbles #friendly giant noms #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tw vore

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Next will be 690 >:)

Hehehehe

I have 420 followers

Nice 👌

#reblog #coryspeaks #zeetle my beloved #MORE #MORE FOLLOWERS #NOW

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For the little streamer AU

does Wilbur not like noms or is he just nervous about them? He just sitting with a hand over his stomach as Tommy is just chilling.

Also are noms safe with other giants and tinies?

Wilbur’s a bit nervous because he’s still very scared of accidentally hurting Tommy, but he does really enjoy the feeling of having Tommy in his storage. It also helps that Tommy seeks it out a lot which makes Wilbur feel less nervous about it

And yes it is safe with other humans and tinies! :D

#little streamer noms #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tw vore #corydrabbles #anon ask

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Little streamer au vore

What would everyone’s reaction to Wilbur noming tommy be? How would the internet react?

I think that it would be seen as fairly normal since noms would be pretty common in this universe. It’s not dangerous and everyone knows that. However, some people on the internet would be upset because a lot of the time humans nom tinies as a sign of power. There are a lot of cases on the news where humans refuse to let tinies out, and when Wilbur nommed Tommy for the first time on stream people worried that would be the case

Wilbur however just does it because it makes both him and Tommy happy

#little streamer noms #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tw vore #corydrabbles #anon ask #g!wilbur #t!tommy

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ls!tommy after wilbur nommed him: “🎶 I’LL MAKE A HOME IN YOUR GUT,, CAUSE IT’S SOMEWHERE WARM TO SLEEP!! 🎶”

Wilbur would get so annoyed he wouldn’t let Tommy be stored for a whole month after that

#nqviiez ask #tw vore #little streamer noms #coryspeaks #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt

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@corysmiles THEYRE DONE!!!

I just finished my last final today so my schedule is cleared up and I was able to finish these sketches! I hope y’all like them.

Also extra for Cory

Hope you like it! 💜💜💜 Have a great day!

#reblogging here to so you get more clout >:) #I LOVE TGEM #SO CUTE #ESPECIALLY HOW TOMMYS HANGING #IT FITS HIS PERSONALITY SO WELL #AND POOR TUBBO WITH HIS ROPE #ABHHH #LOVE #I LOVE IT #<33333 #reblog

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Dose Tommy ever try to escape well Wilbur is at work?

Yes >:)

When Wilbur finds out, he’s conflicted between feeling guilty that Tommy wanted to escape and anger over him trying to get away in the first place. Part of him still wants control over him- he had spent so long trying to trap him that letting him go seemed like too much do a loss. On the other hand though he thought he’d finally gotten through to Tommy in their late night talks; although he guessed that keeping him in a jar went against the trust they’d built.

Afterwards he breaks down while talking to Tommy. He cries out of guilt and fear of losing his new friend and agrees to let him roam the house more often. It doesn’t fix everything but Tommy is a little less stiff around him

#corydrabbles #exterminator wilbur au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tw vore mention #anon ask #t!tommy #g!wilbur

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I think for this au it would be a good idea for the first nom to be completely consensual and for Tommy to fully trust Wilbur in that moment.

Most noms I see are either casual, or fully feared by the prey.

So how about dubious? Where Wilbur is very nervous and asking nicely, and Tommy is nervous but considering it?

Wilbur sits down with Tommy one day and explains it to him like 'Hey I know this sounds crazy, but I promise you'll be safe. I don't want you to be scared of me so I'm going to ask you rather than just do it to you'

And I feel like that would be perfect for both ends of their character development. Wilbur realizes just how much he cares because he's scared that Tommy will hate him, and Tommy will have the choice to trust Wilbur rather than being forced to. And given that he has a choice, it shows that he CAN trust him.

-Zeetle

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH FOR THIS AU

Cw: vore

After weeks of talking to Tommy he felt even worse about originally wanting to use him as a snack. The boy seemed so human and once Wilbur convinced him he really wasn’t going to die, Tommy started to really grow on him. The tiny was hilarious and he kept Wilbur company even as guilt over his career are at his chest. Of course, Tommy didn’t know about his job- he’d rather die than tell him- but the tiny’s company helped him through some of his worst times.

It was when he finally quit that he asked Tommy to let him store him.

He was sick of lying to the boy he cared about so much and sat him down for “a talk”. Tommy was uncomfortable of course but to Wilbur’s surprise he wasn’t terrified. He didn’t try to run away or scream at him, he just sat in Wilbur’s hands as the human started to explain everything.

He told Tommy about his job that he took when he was only 17. He told him about all the tinies he’d killed without knowing they were just like humans. He told him about how he cried every night thinking about what he did and how his younger self had been too impressionable to realize something was wrong.

And finally he told Tommy that he had wanted to eat him.

Tommy was quiet in his hands but the tiny still didn’t try to flee. If anything he pushed himself farther against Wilbur’s fingers in reassurance. The small action was almost enough to make wil cry.

Delicately, Wilbur lifted Tommy to his face and asked what he’d wanted to for so long. Barely above a whisper, he asked Tommy if he could store him. He promised the tiny he would be safe and that he would be let out soon after, yet Tommy still seemed frozen. He wasn’t afraid, or at least he was doing a good job of hiding it, but he was uncertain. He’d spent so long thinking Wilbur wanted to kill him that the idea of letting himself be swallowed seemed insane. Just a few months ago he would have been kicking and screaming at the idea but now he just sat still.

After a few tense minutes Tommy agreed. Wilbur slowly brought him to his mouth and dropped him in, waiting to make sure the tiny was okay. When he still didn’t panic he licked over the boy’s body before swallowing him, sending him into his storage.

At the feeling of his small weight settling inside of him, the guilt in his heart started to seep away. The fear that Tommy wouldn’t forgive him left as he felt the boy curl up inside him, unsure but safe

#corydrabbles #zeetle ask #ichehxb I’m sorry this was meant to be short #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tw vore #t!tommy #g!wilbur

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Exterminator Wilbur au Pt2

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CW: vore, fatal vore mention

Part 1

When Wilbur woke up he almost was able to forget about the previous days events. Groggily he stumbled out of bed and fumbled with his phone to shut off the alarm. 7:00 am it read- far too early for him to be up. He groaned as he threw on his work uniform; he only had one house to visit for the day but he’d been warned the tinies living there were illusive.

Lazily he waltzed into his kitchen to make breakfast, but before he could even get to the fridge a small jar caught his attention.

Immediately memories from the previous night flooded his mind.

He swore it was a dream, but right in front of him was the tiny- his tiny now- the one he’d been hunting for months. The boy was curled up at the bottom of the jar with his arms pathetically wrapped around his legs. His breathing was slow and relaxed but his eyes were still scrunched up even in his sleep. Quietly, Wilbur leaned down so he could get a better look at the tiny, but as soon as he got close his eyes shot open.

Hurriedly, the tiny stumbled back to the other side of the jar. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, and Wilbur couldn’t help the instinctual glee that blossomed in his chest. Even with what happened, he couldn’t help but think about how easily he could swallow the boy whole like all the others he’d done it to before. The tiny would probably shake the whole way down and maybe even try to fight back. He looked much more lively than he had the night before, so it would probably be more enjoyable too.

Hesitantly, he reached down and pressed his palm into the lid. After a couple small twists it popped open and the sound of the tiny’s panic hit his ears.

“Please please no,” the boy whimpered, “I cant-”

He had almost been hoping that that particular…talent…of the tiny was just his imagination. Perhaps then he could still have some fun with the boy.

However, the kid’s voice just got louder and louder every time Wilbur moved. He couldn’t believe he’d spent so long hunting this tiny just to find out he could talk. He’d been so excited since he couldn’t afford a “snack tiny” on his own. It was only for the rich and his company forbid exterminators from keeping the tinies they caught. He could eat them (if they were deemed too dirty to sell) but he couldn’t store them and take them home, meaning they were only a one time meal.

But this one he could keep as long as he wanted. He could store him over and over again for as long as he could keep him alive. If only the boy’s terrified expression and piercing voice didn’t make guilt curl up in his gut.

“Hey shush-please,” Wilbur said as he stared down at the tiny, “Stop freaking out.”

A visible shudder ran down the boys back as he pressed his back flat against the glass; his chest stuttered with every breath. Wilbur hated how terrified he looked, especially since he looked so human. Most tinies were disgusting- covered in dirt and grime. They looked animalistic and acted feral- but this one looked like a human teen. He wore clothes that almost looked like they could have came from a doll and his hair was neatly brushed and braided. The resemblance made wilbur feel sick.

“Um… fuck,” Wilbur grimaced as the tiny flinched at his voice, “I’m not going to kill you.”

Finally the tiny’s pleas came to halt. Although wilbur almost wished he just kept crying.

The tiny clenched his fists against his side, “Yeah sure, I’m just in a jar for fun then.”

Wilbur’s eyes widened in surprise before he leaned back down to be at the tiny’s level. Not only could the tiny talk, but it could reason too.

“No-well,” Wilbur shrugged an tilted his head at the tiny, “I’m just keeping you in it. I have no plans to kill you.”

“You just want to eat me then? Keep me as some sick pet?” the tiny growled and this time Wilbur felt a fire ignite in his chest.

Something about the tiny’s aggressive tone while he was still in Wilbur’s control made him want to show the boy what he could do. He had half the mind to just scoop him out of the jar and swallow him right there, but the sounds of the tiny’s sobs from the previous night stopped him.

“Dont talk to me like that,” Wilbur scowled, “You’re lucky I’m letting you live at all. Most people would have killed you on the spot- if it wasn’t for me you’d be dead right now.”

As soon as the words left his tongue he regretted it. The tiny’s eyes widened in fear again and all of his rebelliousness vanished.

“I’m sorry…” his voice barely reached Wilbur’s ears.

Guilt ate at Wilbur’s heart as he stared at the trapped tiny with his human-like face and small voice. He couldn’t just keep him like that- but he couldn’t do what he originally planned either.

“No I- fuck- I’m sorry for yelling,” Wilbur grimaced, “I’ll get you some food, and when I get back from work I’ll talk to you more. Maybe I can find a better way to keep you instead of in this jar, but for now it’s where you’re going to stay.”

The tiny stared back at him owlishly and nodded. His tiny form was shaking, but he still tried to remain straight-faced in the presence of the human.

“Good,” Wilbur said, “Ill be back in a few hours, but I want you to know I’m not going to kill you.”

The tiny nodded again, but this time tears were visibly budding in his eyes. Wilbur grimaced at the sight, but a quick glance at his clock told him he didn’t have time to deal with it. Carefully, he placed the lid back over the jar and turned to grab a few crackers from the kitchen counter. The tiny studied him as he moved until he got back to the jar with food and a bottle cap of water in his hand.

“This is going to suck for a second, sorry,” Wilbur warned before he slowly turned the jar onto its side.

Once it was resting flat on the counter he slipped the food and water into the jar, trying to ignore how the tiny jumped away from his fingers. Part of him wanted to apologize, to promise he never wanted to hurt him and never would, but that wouldn’t be true. He felt conflicted with his guilt over the tiny and his love of his job. He hunted tinies for a living for gods sake- why was this one so different?

He watched as the tiny crept over to the cracker and broke a piece off. Tears were freely flowing down his cheeks as he stuffed his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

Wilbur sighed and took one last look at the clock before getting up to leave. Conflicted feelings over the tiny swarmed his thoughts, but he had to go to work. He would speak to the tiny again later, and hopefully he would get some information on why he was so different from the other tinies.

#reblog #mcyt g/t #tw vore #tw fatal vore #exterminator wilbur au #corywrites #mcyt gt

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Exterminator Wilbur au Pt2

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CW: vore, fatal vore mention

Part 1

When Wilbur woke up he almost was able to forget about the previous days events. Groggily he stumbled out of bed and fumbled with his phone to shut off the alarm. 7:00 am it read- far too early for him to be up. He groaned as he threw on his work uniform; he only had one house to visit for the day but he’d been warned the tinies living there were illusive.

Lazily he waltzed into his kitchen to make breakfast, but before he could even get to the fridge a small jar caught his attention.

Immediately memories from the previous night flooded his mind.

He swore it was a dream, but right in front of him was the tiny- his tiny now- the one he’d been hunting for months. The boy was curled up at the bottom of the jar with his arms pathetically wrapped around his legs. His breathing was slow and relaxed but his eyes were still scrunched up even in his sleep. Quietly, Wilbur leaned down so he could get a better look at the tiny, but as soon as he got close his eyes shot open.

Hurriedly, the tiny stumbled back to the other side of the jar. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, and Wilbur couldn’t help the instinctual glee that blossomed in his chest. Even with what happened, he couldn’t help but think about how easily he could swallow the boy whole like all the others he’d done it to before. The tiny would probably shake the whole way down and maybe even try to fight back. He looked much more lively than he had the night before, so it would probably be more enjoyable too.

Hesitantly, he reached down and pressed his palm into the lid. After a couple small twists it popped open and the sound of the tiny’s panic hit his ears.

“Please please no,” the boy whimpered, “I cant-”

He had almost been hoping that that particular…talent…of the tiny was just his imagination. Perhaps then he could still have some fun with the boy.

However, the kid’s voice just got louder and louder every time Wilbur moved. He couldn’t believe he’d spent so long hunting this tiny just to find out he could talk. He’d been so excited since he couldn’t afford a “snack tiny” on his own. It was only for the rich and his company forbid exterminators from keeping the tinies they caught. He could eat them (if they were deemed too dirty to sell) but he couldn’t store them and take them home, meaning they were only a one time meal.

But this one he could keep as long as he wanted. He could store him over and over again for as long as he could keep him alive. If only the boy’s terrified expression and piercing voice didn’t make guilt curl up in his gut.

“Hey shush-please,” Wilbur said as he stared down at the tiny, “Stop freaking out.”

A visible shudder ran down the boys back as he pressed his back flat against the glass; his chest stuttered with every breath. Wilbur hated how terrified he looked, especially since he looked so human. Most tinies were disgusting- covered in dirt and grime. They looked animalistic and acted feral- but this one looked like a human teen. He wore clothes that almost looked like they could have came from a doll and his hair was neatly brushed and braided. The resemblance made wilbur feel sick.

“Um… fuck,” Wilbur grimaced as the tiny flinched at his voice, “I’m not going to kill you.”

Finally the tiny’s pleas came to halt. Although wilbur almost wished he just kept crying.

The tiny clenched his fists against his side, “Yeah sure, I’m just in a jar for fun then.”

Wilbur’s eyes widened in surprise before he leaned back down to be at the tiny’s level. Not only could the tiny talk, but it could reason too.

“No-well,” Wilbur shrugged an tilted his head at the tiny, “I’m just keeping you in it. I have no plans to kill you.”

“You just want to eat me then? Keep me as some sick pet?” the tiny growled and this time Wilbur felt a fire ignite in his chest.

Something about the tiny’s aggressive tone while he was still in Wilbur’s control made him want to show the boy what he could do. He had half the mind to just scoop him out of the jar and swallow him right there, but the sounds of the tiny’s sobs from the previous night stopped him.

“Dont talk to me like that,” Wilbur scowled, “You’re lucky I’m letting you live at all. Most people would have killed you on the spot- if it wasn’t for me you’d be dead right now.”

As soon as the words left his tongue he regretted it. The tiny’s eyes widened in fear again and all of his rebelliousness vanished.

“I’m sorry…” his voice barely reached Wilbur’s ears.

Guilt ate at Wilbur’s heart as he stared at the trapped tiny with his human-like face and small voice. He couldn’t just keep him like that- but he couldn’t do what he originally planned either.

“No I- fuck- I’m sorry for yelling,” Wilbur grimaced, “I’ll get you some food, and when I get back from work I’ll talk to you more. Maybe I can find a better way to keep you instead of in this jar, but for now it’s where you’re going to stay.”

The tiny stared back at him owlishly and nodded. His tiny form was shaking, but he still tried to remain straight-faced in the presence of the human.

“Good,” Wilbur said, “Ill be back in a few hours, but I want you to know I’m not going to kill you.”

The tiny nodded again, but this time tears were visibly budding in his eyes. Wilbur grimaced at the sight, but a quick glance at his clock told him he didn’t have time to deal with it. Carefully, he placed the lid back over the jar and turned to grab a few crackers from the kitchen counter. The tiny studied him as he moved until he got back to the jar with food and a bottle cap of water in his hand.

“This is going to suck for a second, sorry,” Wilbur warned before he slowly turned the jar onto its side.

Once it was resting flat on the counter he slipped the food and water into the jar, trying to ignore how the tiny jumped away from his fingers. Part of him wanted to apologize, to promise he never wanted to hurt him and never would, but that wouldn’t be true. He felt conflicted with his guilt over the tiny and his love of his job. He hunted tinies for a living for gods sake- why was this one so different?

He watched as the tiny crept over to the cracker and broke a piece off. Tears were freely flowing down his cheeks as he stuffed his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

Wilbur sighed and took one last look at the clock before getting up to leave. Conflicted feelings over the tiny swarmed his thoughts, but he had to go to work. He would speak to the tiny again later, and hopefully he would get some information on why he was so different from the other tinies.

#reblog since I posted this in the middle of the night #mcyt g/t #tw vore #tw fatal vore #exterminator wilbur au #mcyt gt

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Exterminator Wilbur au Pt2

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CW: vore, fatal vore mention

Part 1

When Wilbur woke up he almost was able to forget about the previous days events. Groggily he stumbled out of bed and fumbled with his phone to shut off the alarm. 7:00 am it read- far too early for him to be up. He groaned as he threw on his work uniform; he only had one house to visit for the day but he’d been warned the tinies living there were illusive.

Lazily he waltzed into his kitchen to make breakfast, but before he could even get to the fridge a small jar caught his attention.

Immediately memories from the previous night flooded his mind.

He swore it was a dream, but right in front of him was the tiny- his tiny now- the one he’d been hunting for months. The boy was curled up at the bottom of the jar with his arms pathetically wrapped around his legs. His breathing was slow and relaxed but his eyes were still scrunched up even in his sleep. Quietly, Wilbur leaned down so he could get a better look at the tiny, but as soon as he got close his eyes shot open.

Hurriedly, the tiny stumbled back to the other side of the jar. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, and Wilbur couldn’t help the instinctual glee that blossomed in his chest. Even with what happened, he couldn’t help but think about how easily he could swallow the boy whole like all the others he’d done it to before. The tiny would probably shake the whole way down and maybe even try to fight back. He looked much more lively than he had the night before, so it would probably be more enjoyable too.

Hesitantly, he reached down and pressed his palm into the lid. After a couple small twists it popped open and the sound of the tiny’s panic hit his ears.

“Please please no,” the boy whimpered, “I cant-”

He had almost been hoping that that particular…talent…of the tiny was just his imagination. Perhaps then he could still have some fun with the boy.

However, the kid’s voice just got louder and louder every time Wilbur moved. He couldn’t believe he’d spent so long hunting this tiny just to find out he could talk. He’d been so excited since he couldn’t afford a “snack tiny” on his own. It was only for the rich and his company forbid exterminators from keeping the tinies they caught. He could eat them (if they were deemed too dirty to sell) but he couldn’t store them and take them home, meaning they were only a one time meal.

But this one he could keep as long as he wanted. He could store him over and over again for as long as he could keep him alive. If only the boy’s terrified expression and piercing voice didn’t make guilt curl up in his gut.

“Hey shush-please,” Wilbur said as he stared down at the tiny, “Stop freaking out.”

A visible shudder ran down the boys back as he pressed his back flat against the glass; his chest stuttered with every breath. Wilbur hated how terrified he looked, especially since he looked so human. Most tinies were disgusting- covered in dirt and grime. They looked animalistic and acted feral- but this one looked like a human teen. He wore clothes that almost looked like they could have came from a doll and his hair was neatly brushed and braided. The resemblance made wilbur feel sick.

“Um… fuck,” Wilbur grimaced as the tiny flinched at his voice, “I’m not going to kill you.”

Finally the tiny’s pleas came to halt. Although wilbur almost wished he just kept crying.

The tiny clenched his fists against his side, “Yeah sure, I’m just in a jar for fun then.”

Wilbur’s eyes widened in surprise before he leaned back down to be at the tiny’s level. Not only could the tiny talk, but it could reason too.

“No-well,” Wilbur shrugged an tilted his head at the tiny, “I’m just keeping you in it. I have no plans to kill you.”

“You just want to eat me then? Keep me as some sick pet?” the tiny growled and this time Wilbur felt a fire ignite in his chest.

Something about the tiny’s aggressive tone while he was still in Wilbur’s control made him want to show the boy what he could do. He had half the mind to just scoop him out of the jar and swallow him right there, but the sounds of the tiny’s sobs from the previous night stopped him.

“Dont talk to me like that,” Wilbur scowled, “You’re lucky I’m letting you live at all. Most people would have killed you on the spot- if it wasn’t for me you’d be dead right now.”

As soon as the words left his tongue he regretted it. The tiny’s eyes widened in fear again and all of his rebelliousness vanished.

“I’m sorry…” his voice barely reached Wilbur’s ears.

Guilt ate at Wilbur’s heart as he stared at the trapped tiny with his human-like face and small voice. He couldn’t just keep him like that- but he couldn’t do what he originally planned either.

“No I- fuck- I’m sorry for yelling,” Wilbur grimaced, “I’ll get you some food, and when I get back from work I’ll talk to you more. Maybe I can find a better way to keep you instead of in this jar, but for now it’s where you’re going to stay.”

The tiny stared back at him owlishly and nodded. His tiny form was shaking, but he still tried to remain straight-faced in the presence of the human.

“Good,” Wilbur said, “Ill be back in a few hours, but I want you to know I’m not going to kill you.”

The tiny nodded again, but this time tears were visibly budding in his eyes. Wilbur grimaced at the sight, but a quick glance at his clock told him he didn’t have time to deal with it. Carefully, he placed the lid back over the jar and turned to grab a few crackers from the kitchen counter. The tiny studied him as he moved until he got back to the jar with food and a bottle cap of water in his hand.

“This is going to suck for a second, sorry,” Wilbur warned before he slowly turned the jar onto its side.

Once it was resting flat on the counter he slipped the food and water into the jar, trying to ignore how the tiny jumped away from his fingers. Part of him wanted to apologize, to promise he never wanted to hurt him and never would, but that wouldn’t be true. He felt conflicted with his guilt over the tiny and his love of his job. He hunted tinies for a living for gods sake- why was this one so different?

He watched as the tiny crept over to the cracker and broke a piece off. Tears were freely flowing down his cheeks as he stuffed his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

Wilbur sighed and took one last look at the clock before getting up to leave. Conflicted feelings over the tiny swarmed his thoughts, but he had to go to work. He would speak to the tiny again later, and hopefully he would get some information on why he was so different from the other tinies.

#exterminator wilbur au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tw vore #tw fatal vore #corywrites #t!tommy #g!wilbur

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Can we just talk about how amazing the exterminator!wilbur au is? Like, there is so much fear potential in there that it makes my skin crawl.

Anyways, what would Wilbur end up doing with Tommy? (Subjective answer depending on whether or not you plan to make a pt. 2)

thank you it’s very much appreciated! And yeah I’m really excited to include more fear play since most of my aus are generally soft. The next part is half way done so it should be out soon, and then once I finish a fic for my main blog this AU will be my priority

And for what Wilbur does with Tommy- he keeps him >:)

He continues to work as an exterminator but tries his best to take care of Tommy (read as make sure he stays alive and isn’t completely miserable). His guilt grows every time he hears the kid talk, but with the growing stress from his job he can’t bring himself to just release him. Although having a tiny around is a strange form of company, Wilbur is glad to not be alone. He does his best to gain Tommy’s trust, and also tries to hide his career. The only issue is that in the back of his mind he still wants to eat him. Every day when more and more stress is piled on him from work he can’t stop thinking about how good he would taste- how much less stressed he would be if he would just swallow him. He wouldn’t even have to kill him, just store him for a bit to calm him down, but he knows any trust he has built up between them would immediately vanish.

And as much as he wants to do what he’d originally planned he can’t bring himself to do it

#exterminator wilbur au #tw vore #tomato soup ask #small drabble sorry #I’m very excited about this AU #! #coryspeaks #tw fatal vore #corydrabbles

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Personal fav is the wizards of waverly place one

Just randomly remembered the magic school bus vore episode and I think that’s why I’m here now

#ah the vore episodes #my childhood #reblog

[corabbit]

How to train your giant Pt1

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Friendly Giant AU

Notes: Uh oh manifold has been manifooled. Im so excited to continue the friendly giant story, the next part should be out in about a week. I hope you enjoy :D

CW: language

Word count: >2,700

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Tubbo hadn’t been this excited for his lessons since he first joined the guard as a trainee. He remembered the bright proud smile that had graced his dad’s face when he showed up in all his gear. It was far too big on him since he was supposed to grow into it, but he never really did. The gear was dirty now, torn up and covered in grime from the years he’d been in training, so he tried his best to scrub it off before he had to leave. 

Keep reading

#reblog #reblog for clout #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #friendly giant au #corywrites

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Just randomly remembered the magic school bus vore episode and I think that’s why I’m here now

#coryspeaks #cjwjxnwn #I was watching a tiktok #and the magic school bus song came on #and it’s like the memory was unlocked