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hornet-breaker · 1 year

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Hallowed Wings

Mini break from writing Wyrm Problem because Tumblr is being a butt with saving shit, how about some crow father noms since I haven’t written vore in a bit and wanna practice more descriptive writing?

Tw: soft vore, digestion thoughts, injury, car crash.

Normally in winter, animals were supposed to be hibernating, or on low energy mode. You were driving down a snowy mountain road, fresh powder making it dangerous to drive any faster than the speed limit. As you turned on a bend a deer came out from nowhere, causing you to slam your breaks. The chains on your tires struggled to keep your grip as you slid towards the guard rail, and with a loud crash you were in brief free fall before tumbling down into the wilderness…

By some miricale after a few hours you woke up, shivering and chattering your teeth, winds whistled through your broken windows, glass ground finely all around you into a hazardous glitter. You managed to unbuckle your seatbelt, blood was on your hands and cut across your forehead, you were a wreck, and at least a half mile down from the crash site. Worst of all, there was no signal and your phone was dead. You got out of the car and got on top of the roof, looking around for anything, any sign of people having been here.

Other than the trail your car left by tumbling, you were the only one here. You jump off the roof and wince, your body was sore and cut up, you needed warmth and shelter. Grabbing your jacket and a blanket from your trunk you began walking. You kept walking, and walking, and walking. You were getting more and more lost, and sleepier. No shelter, too cold, what’s that noise? You faintly heard and felt something heavy approach and the calls of what seemed to be a thousand crows, but you were too cold. Snow drifting down around your tired form and haphazardly trying to cover yourself. Something gigantic had found you…

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Phil was supposed to be asleep. He slept under the bush bridges of human activity, minding his own business. The only time he got involved was when someone was severely hurt. The giant Crow heard something tumbling down the mountain, stirring from his hibernation slumber.

Probably a boulder, the crow beast thought, tucking his wings closer to his body. But then he smelled it, blood. Faintly, but it was definitely there. That’s not good.

The instinct to protect was what got him up, yawning and stretching himself out. He exited his cave for the first time in about a month and released the deer he was using for an energy stasis, drying it off and watching it sprint off. He had a feeling this poor person was going to need it. Giants had a superior sense of smell compared to humans, so it was pretty easy to track them down. Or at least their car. Phil tsked with pity, the car was definitely totaled, the engine hood was pierced and even though he couldn’t see the details he knew the car wouldn’t even start. He gently picked up the car and pocketed it, continuing his search. Crows started to gather around him, chattering and perching on his shoulders and hat, some even on his nose.

“Okay okay, what is it?” He asked, trying to hide his worry.

Some of the crows took off heading in the direction of the scent trail, Phil followed but was careful not to run. He didn’t know how much the human was bleeding, and blood tends to interfere with the specific location of a target. Phil kept his eyes on the ground, and he paused, he’d found them. They were haphazardly covered by a blanket, and losing consciousness. The crows got antsy and started to fly from Phil to them. Shit, this was no good.

Phil kneeled down to pick them up, dark feathered talons with lightly tanned skin being as gentle as possible. He picked up the blanket and put it in another pocket, and examined the person. They were definitely going to need medical attention. But the nearest town with a hospital was too far, and he couldn’t visit as a giant, that would break an ancient and sacred agreement between man and giant. So he’d have to nurse them back to health. He shifted them into his other hand and gasped softly; They were still bleeding. Without (major) hesitation he lifted them to his face and opened his mouth, careful of his fangs, and slid them in, tucking them under his tongue. Giant saliva had a special healing property during hibernation season, so he was hoping it would get under their clothes and fix the wounds beneath.

He began heading home, catching a few deer to make him and his temporary guest a quick meal. Hopefully they liked venison, or they could probably eat some vegetable shavings. He got home and the murder of curious crows dispersed, leaving him and the human alone. He felt them moving faintly in his mouth, it felt weird not swallowing them already, but there were a few things that needed to be done first to ensure both of them would be fine. He got a pot of water boiling and some vegetables he’d stored deep in the cave, which was supposed to be a snack for when spring rolled in. He could always hunt when he wakes up again, but first was getting him and the human ready for hibernation. There was no way he was just going to put them on the road, they could get run over or abducted. It was safer with him, they were pretty deep in the wilderness afterall. Phil was waiting for the water to boil as he carefully shaved the deer he caught when he felt the human wake up, shit.

Phil carefully cupped his hands around his mouth and pushed them out, feeling them slip onto his hands. He enclosed the groggy human in his hands so they wouldn’t get temperature shock and used his undershirt to dry them up of any excess saliva. This was going to be a lot to explain…

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Warm. It was warm and humid wherever you were. You stirred with a grunt, and paused. Everything was dark, it smelled awful, and was wet and, squishy? Something was on top of you soaking you in liquid, what the fuck happened? You tried pushing whatever was on top of you off, and it moved. A confused and startled hum echoed around you, and the thing slid underneath you and scooped you on top. You were in a mouth. A goddamn mouth that belonged to a giant creature.

You were expecting it to swallow. To tilt its head back and enjoy a midnight snack, but instead you were sliding towards its teeth, that opened up and let some light in. It was careful letting you out, hands bigger than your car cupped around the mouth to catch you and hold you close. The hands enclosed around you as you felt faint breezes of cold snowy air slithering through the thin slits between fingers. You assumed it was trying to keep you warm.

Because a living snack wouldn’t be fun to hunt if it died to temperature shock. You thought, shivering slightly. The creature lowered you down and partially opened his hands, part of what was probably a shirt slipping in as it shifted its hands and started to try and dry you up. You took off your jacket and let it, wanting to know it’s motives.

“Are you alright mate?” The creature rumbled. “You took quite a beating.”

It-he was trying to make small talk. You stayed silent, shocked by the sheer volume.

“… Mate? Little fella? You alive down there?” He asked, sounding worried. “Hello? Tap if you can hear me.” He asked, but in your position it might as well have been a demand.

You hesitated, but when you felt him shift his hands you quickly started rapping on his finger, the thick leathery surface felt alien and made you pause. You went from near death, to being in a mouth, to now being in a pair of hands, hitting giant fingers that probably didn’t care about your feeble efforts. But somehow the hands stopped moving for a moment, registering your touch, and they lifted slowly.

“I’m going to open up my hands, okay? Brace yourself.” He said, hands stopping their lifting motion. It felt like a weird fleshy elevator. You put back on your jacket, it was still soaked but it would provide some protection from the cold.

The hands slowly opened and revealed a gigantic pale face with some midnight-black feathers along the chin, soft blue eyes staring directly at you, blonde hair, and diamond shaped markings at the corners of his eyes, like a teardrop almost. You backed up, startled by how close he was, he was unphased by your movement.

“How are you feeling?” He asked you, his voice thundering through your body. You flinched at the tone slightly, then looked back up at him.

“I, I’m okay,” you said, hugging your knees to your chest and curling up. “What are you gonna do to me?” You asked, almost quietly as if you didn’t want to know.

“Well, unfortunately you’re gonna have to stay with me for a bit, we’re miles from the closest town with a hospital, you need some rest and some food.” He said, glancing over to his right. You looked at where he was looking, a large cast iron cauldron was bubbling softly above a flame. You paled, trying to stand up.

“Whoa! Take it easy mate, you just got out of a nasty crash.” He warned, one of his fingers shot in front of you to act as a rail to balance on. “Look, I’m not gonna cook you or chew you up or anything you’re probably thinking, I just want to help you out. I’ll explain more later.”

“Are you going to eat me?” You asked. He went silent and was thinking. “… s-sir? Are you going to-“

“There’s a lot to explain regarding that, I’ll tell you more after dinner.” He finally answered in a soft voice, “can you tell me what happened? The crash?”

“… all I remember was a deer on an icy road. It jumped out of nowhere, and I swerved and slid off the guard rail. I was supposed to be home by now…” you explained.

“And then?” He asked, shifting you to a single hand so he could stand up. He lowered you towards his chest, close to his heart. The rhythmic and steady beating of the powerful organ calming you down a little.

“I woke up, and grabbed my jacket and blanket to find help.” you said. “I know, pretty stupid, but, I was so scared.”

“Well you’re fine now mate.” The giant said, checking on the pot. “Say, do you like venison?”

“I, kinda,” you answered honestly. He hummed and set you down on a rocky ledge a bit away from the cauldron. He picked some dried plants from a chest next to it and crumbled them in his hand, sprinkling them in and using a well-carved wooden spoon to stir the pot. You backed away from the giant, his pointed ear tufted with black feathers perked hearing your movement.

“Calm down, you’re fine. I won’t hurt you I already told you that.” He said gently, not even looking up. It was maybe an hour he spent watching the soup, stirring and adding things to it. Looking around the cave you saw it was very bare, there was a large pile of feathers and moss deep in the back, a few chests scattered with labels scratched onto each one, a still cave pond, and towards the mouth was the cauldron and a wooden bowl. It was a decent shelter, it was a shame he was all on his own.

“You ready to eat mate?” The giant’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “You need to be well fed to survive the winter.”

You looked up at him, his attention was turned to you, you were shocked to see him from this far back. He had wings, massive raven black wings folded behind his back with white diamonds on the primary feathers’ tips.

Is he like a fallen Angel? You thought, nodding your head to his question. He blinked and tilted his head in confusion.

“You’re a little too small for me to see a nod or shake but I’ll take it as a yes.” He said, lifting his hand towards you. You gasped and braced yourself to be grabbed, but you felt his clawed finger nudge you moments later. He was offering his hand for you.

You looked ups and accepted, cautiously stepping onto the soft leathery texture. He lifted his hand and lowered you to the floor next to him, closer to the fire to warm up. He filled his bowl and dipped a smaller spoon than the one he used to stir the creation into the bowl and scooped out broth, some meat, and vegetables, blowing on it and offering it to you. You looked up at him, unsure, but he gave you a gentle and patient smile. He kept saying something about surviving the winter, so that probably meant you should be trusting his cooking. Standing up, you took a sip from the broth, and melted. This was amazing as you kept drinking, the giant nudged some of the soup chunks closer to you and you grabbed a carrot, retreating and gently nibbling on it. You’ve had enough food, he could tell as he then dipped the spoon back into the bowl and lifted once again, this time opening his mouth to eat the spoonful he had. You turned away from him, not wanting to think about that.

Once he was done he put the spoon and bowl back on top of the food chest, blowing out the fire. He then lowered his hand for you, and you hopped on.

“Alright mate, now comes the hard part.” He sighed. You were now frightened, what was he talking about?

“So as you know I mentioned that we’re miles from the nearest human town. And I’m not about to terrorize a bunch of innocent humans to get you home. So, we’re going to have to wait for spring, but you’re not going to like it.” You already didn’t like what he was getting at. “Typically a giant will swallow an animal to hibernate through the winter through this process called energy stasis. You both need to be well fed and at an equal proportion of energy to each other for it to work.”

He really was going to eat you. He was only being nice for an easy dessert. You started panicking, pressing yourself away from him, was he really trying to help? He noticed your panic and looked disheartened, but shook it off quickly.

“I promise you’ll be safe mate. All giants have a crop, a storage stomach if you will. You’ll be safe and warm, the sooner we get this done the faster you can go home.” He explained. What choice did you have really? It literally was his way or the cold frozen mountain highway, and who would be out this late?

“… and you’ll let me out when you wake up?” You asked.

“Yes, I promise.” He said sincerely. Well, into the belly of the crow you went.

“O-okay, wait! Before you eat me, what’s your name?” You asked. Hopefully exchanging names would lessen the chances of you being eaten and digested.

“Mh? Oh shit I never introduced myself!” He exclaimed, his feathers puffing up a bit. “I’m Philza, and you?”

“(Y/N)” you said, reaching your hand out to shake. He lifted one of his fingers to shake.

“Alright, you ready mate?” He asked, lifting you to his mouth. Hot breath escaping his lips and warming you up. You nodded, deciding to take off your jacket and left it on his hand. He picked it up with his other hand and opened his mouth wide enough for his tongue to cover his teeth.

He tilted his hand and you slid into the wet humid cavern. This time the tongue gently rubbing against you, the roaring sound of air whooshing in and out above you just made everything so surreal. It didn’t feel natural, everything was so odd. The tongue finished lathering you up for the journey below with a quick stroke against the face. Phil hummed softly and comfortingly, tilting his head back. Oh god, it really was happening. You wanted to change your mind, it was too dark, you didn’t know where anything was or how close you were to the throat yet, you were in free fall, until you were grabbed by flesh,

Gulp!

And you were off, sliding down the tight throat with the muscular walls kneading you deeper into the beast. The loud thumping of his heart echoed around you, calming you down, and grounding you in a way. The sound of his lungs hard at work, massive air sacs whooshing with each breath, it was mesmerizing. You were slid into a sort of empty space. A fleshy pit with calmly pulsing walls. You felt Phil get up and immediately pressed yourself to a wall. You felt soft patting from behind you, and a muffled yet echoing “Shh, you’re okay,” followed by a rumbling purr. You started taking deep breaths, starting to feel sleepy. This must’ve been the energy transfer he was talking about. You slumped against the storage stomach’s walls, it was getting harder to concentrate or think, all you wanted was sleep. And so you gave yourself what you wanted, relaxing and closing your eyes. You could faintly feel Phil laying down and heard a loud exhale, a huff you guessed. Two months inside a giant’s stomach, how hard could it be to adjust?

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rustytrident · 1 year

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beelzebub who has obscure knowledge because he cares so much about his brothers' interests, they become his, too – or, a slight beelzebub character study at 3am because i need it and so do you.

beelzebub who can name every constellation in the night sky of all three realms, who knows both astrology and astronomy, who has read all of belphie's essays and research papers, who was there when they were written.

beelzebub who knows how to play (and cheat, and win) about every casino game, who knows how to do fast math even if he doesn't really care for it, who checks the fucking stock market every morning to see if mammon's mood will be affected by it or not.

beelzebub who knows the difference between the scent of white and red roses, who knows how to properly do your (and his) makeup, who has memorised which products are good for his complexion and how many times a day he needs to apply sunscreen, because asmo swears that the fridge light hits him as much as the sun would have in the human world.

beelzebub who can quote jane austen and poe and shakespeare and euripides from memory, who makes references from books that were destroyed with the library of alexandria, who knows about every breed of cat there is, who listens to satan explain whose fur is the thickest and whose the softest.

beelzebub who will rewatch tsl for hours, who will carry boxes upon boxes of games upstairs, who will (poorly) draw ruri from memory, who will know how to play most games levi hyperfixates on and the plot from most anime he has rambled about.

beelzebub who knows even the most bizzare of genres of music, who can taste the difference between a thousand year and a thousand and one year aged demonus, who immediately recognises the jazz song lucifer is playing when he wants to spend quality time with him but doesn't want to disturb him.

beelzebub who, if you ask him about his interests, will reply that he doesn't really have any, who will search within him for an ounce of self, who will give up after a while because he is six beings in one, and he doesn't know if there's room for one more.

beelzebub who decides that it's okay to be a mosaic of his favourite beings, who finds out that he has been carrying seven in him all along, who gazes in your – a human's – eyes and understands why she fought and why she fell and why she tried so much.

beelzebub who, in his spare time, will go in the human world to visit museums and archaeological sites and long abandoned villages, who will reminisce about when everything he just saw was once new and shining, who will retrace the steps he took aeons ago, alone this time.

beelzebub who often feels lost, who grieves and eats and grieves some more, who carries the memory of his sister because he once read that one truly stops existing when they are forgotten, yet smiles when he sees red roses and shiny coins and old books and video games and cursed records and the starry sky, who sighs into your neck right before he falls asleep and promises to never forget the way your skin feels under his.

beelzebub who, without you asking him, tells you he likes flowers and animals, who likes everything the sun touches, whose eyes glimmer when you ask him to tell you about yarrows and their meaning and their colours, who will explain in a heartbeat, just for you.

beelzebub whose self is a wounded one, a fighting one, whose self is a memory box he just keeps adding into, a scrapbook of eternity's erosion, who finds happiness in the little things, in the simple things, who binds his family together.

beelzebub who loved and loves and will love until there's nothing of him left, until he is the last one remembering, until the night sky is no longer a painting, but just an accumulation dead stars.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #beelzebub obey me #beelzebub x reader #i feel like he has so much depth #and if he doesn't he does in my head #some people only view him as the nom nom himbo but good lord #i beg to differ #finally being able to let out the 2 year beel brainrot to real humans and not the voices in my head is fantastic #i hope this wasn't too messy #sing me a song // the song of our glory

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