#cop vore...

[predatory-podcaster]

Wrote this up real quick as a silly idea I had ;)

My gf is in training to be a police officer (since december!) and it drives me wild imagining a world where handling preds is a regular occurance for cops..

Just gotta be careful and remember the number one rule when dealing with preds:

NEVER assume they're full~

On March 18th, 2025, a NYPD deputy conducted a traffic stop on a 19 y/o woman going 63 in a posted 45mph zone. Here is a recollection of that shocking encounter.

The officer approaches the suspect's vehicle at 9:14pm.

"Hello miss, reason why I stopped you is-.."

The officer lets out an audible gasp, unmistakably caused by whatever he saw in her vehicle. His bodycam footage would later reveal the reason: the woman's large, human-shaped gut.

It's not uncommon for police officers to deal with well-fed predators, but it is unusual to see someone attempt to drive home with a belly full of prey. Due to the size limitations of cars, it's near impossible to drive home with a person crammed between you and the steering wheel. It's also near impossible to drive the speed limit when your prey is actively thrashing.

"I'm gonna need you to step out of the vehicle." he said, clearing his throat.

"What's the m- *urp* matter officer?" she said, giggling.

"I need to conduct some field predatory exercises." he said as she exited the vehicle, staggering a bit due to the weight of her gut. "Just to make sure you haven't eaten anyone today."

"Eat someone?" she gasped, doing a poor job of imitating shock. "I would never!"

The officer makes sure to take the woman's ID and insurance before leading her to the median to conduct the tests. His partner exits their police cruiser, approaching them to assist in the tests if needed.

"Alright, go ahead and open your mouth for me." the deputy instructed. She did as told, and the officer shined a flashlight into her mouth.

"Alright. Mind if I feel your stomach?"

"I guess."

The officer is seen putting on gloves, before feeling and pressing her stomach in different places. He pauses when he a faint movement can be seen in her stomach.

"It's just a gas bubble." she said, shrugging.

He stepped towards his vehicle and grabs a stethoscope, handing it to the female officer.

"Lots of excess drool." he muttered to his partner. "I could hear her stomach gurgle just standing near her, it was insane. Feeling around I definitely felt something move. I can't be sure what exactly it was."

"Alright ma'am, we're just going to take a listen to your stomach, ok?" the female officer said, crouching next to the suspect.

"Is this really necessary?" she asked with annoyance. "You're just going to hear the buffet I had earlier.. no screaming or anything."

"We just need to be sure ma'am." she said, setting the stethoscope against her skin. She listened for about 2 minutes before turning to speak to the deputy.

"Very wet sounds. A lot of activity near the small intestines. Definitely a lot of liquid in there. I heard something else, too? Something like bones cracking. Let's go ahead and put her under arr-MMPH!!"

The female officer's face was shoved into the suspect's mouth, her flailing kicks as she was hoisted into the air causing the deputy to fall backwards. As per New York policy, he reached for his taser. Firing during a devouring incident was too dangerous; you'd risk injuring whoever was inside too.

He fired his taser, but it didn't make contact. He cursed, scrambling to his feet and grabbing his partner's legs. The officer's waist was already past her lips. It was almost impossible to get someone out of a pred's stomach without surgery or nausea inducing substances. He had to work fast and make sure she didn't get completely eaten.

Plus, once she had finished swallowing her current prey, it would leave him as a target too.

He kicked her in the stomach, hard, causing her wheeze in pain. He flew forward as she slurped up his partner's legs, and in turn, his hands, which were still gripping her ankles.

"W-wait, stop!"

He managed to get one hand free, pushing against her chest. Once it was evident he couldn't escape her strong lips, he felt around for his radio, knocking his bodycam to the ground in the process. It would land face up in the grass, leaving the investigators who later discovered it able to view the two officer's last moments in vivid detail. The woman gripped the officer's arm as he fumbled with his radio, prying it away and shoving it into her mouth so she could continue swallowing him. Her stomach drooped lower and lower to the ground, the other officer still seen thrashing inside.

Deputy Sanderson could do little as he was swallowed alive by the person he had pulled over for a simple speeding ticket. He could be heard shouting, and eventually sobbing, as his entire body was squeezed into her stomach. She sat on the ground when she was finished, letting out a loud burp.

The two officers fought for space inside the stomach, no doubt sharing it with her previous meal as well. Whether that was a buffet like she claimed, or a live person like the officers suspected, they were now undoubtedly submerged in the swelteringly hot pool of half-digested slop.

"L-let us out NOW.. or you will be shot!" the female officer shouts.

"Oh how scary." she replied, laughing.

What she did next left the officers who were unfortunate enough to view the footage astonished, even nauseated. The woman placed both hands on her stomach and clenched, causing loud cracks and snaps, and most of all, screams.

With one final squeeze, her stomach contracted, reduced to a fraction of its previous size. She felt her stomach for a while, rubbing it gently. Then, 37 minutes since she was first stopped, she notices the body camera and picks it up, setting it on top of her stomach.

"You guys are gonna looove seeing this." she says to the camera. "Be careful about who you try sending after me.. I've been eating pigs for years~"

She burps, and the camera falls to the ground. Her car can be heard driving away after a few minutes, and the body camera remains in the grass until the devouring investigation team finds it half an hour later.

As of right now, that woman is still on the run. She has a warrant out for her arrest for 2 counts of devouring of a law enforcement officer, and 1 count of suspected devouring.

[willingcannibalvictim]

Voretober Day 8: Sudden

wow im a using colored pencils instead of markers?!?! what a turn of events.

all in favor of sizeshifter slimecicle say i

✋😳

[dilfdelivery]

I think I have on of the most taboo kinks within liberal circles……….. police kink

[gainprincess]

The benefits of being a 600-odd pound succubus in a mechanic's station are few, and she often slims down to her thin state when particularly delicate work needs to get done...

But booting out customers has never been easier!~

Same with getting rid of any...problem clients.

Oops.~

[solardrop]

Scrolling through the notes of that post even more curious if people are just actually just true to word inserting themselves into the fics? Which I suppose isn't wrong but I feel like people who do actually read x reader don't do that LMAO

Whenever I see comments or asks about reader insert fics I don't think I ever really see the person refer to reader as "me" or any other personal pronoun? I usually see "xyz!reader is soo good to him" "she's so interesting" "what does [character] think of her actions in this chapter?"

Its very rare to see "***I*** would never say/do/wear that" type comments because I don't think most people are thinking of reader as themselves at all.

[flightyquinn]

Reblog to keep the consequences going.

me, as i force a dollar bill into the self-checkout machine: thats right…..good boy……vore president washington

[bananagodly]

[bannanasrus]

Should have picked a different Apartment

Contains Unwilling M/M vore with implied digestion

Going into the apartment that gave the thief bad vibes in the first place was the thief’s first mistake knocking over a vase was the second.

“Hell” cursed the thief hopping against hope, that no one had heard the crash of the vase.

Unfortunately for him the owner of the apartment had heard it, and very casually walked into the kitchen from the bedroom. “Can I help you” he asked in a polite manner that never the less held a threat.

“Oh hell”

“Indeed”

“Stay back I’m armed” warned the thief

“I quiver with fear” replied the owner a shark toothed grin spreading over his face

The thief swallowed, he hadn’t considered how big this guy really was when he’d made that threat but, taking him all in - he was about twice as wide as he was, and nearly a foot taller.

“Don’t even think about calling the cops!” He said attempting to gain some kind of control over the situation.

“Goodness me no” said the owner “I would never drag law enforcement here to deal with something so trivial”

“I’m trivial?” Asked the thief angrily in spite of his fear, yes he did have a reputation to uphold, in spite of the fact that he was currently frozen in fear.

“Yes” replied the owner “In a few hours, maybe a bit longer, you won’t be here” he considered something “Unless you want to get out right now that is, and save me the trouble”

“Hey! I think you’ve gotten mixed up with who is making the demands here!” snapped the thief. Less angry and more… huffy.

“Oh you are quite correct” replied the owner still smiling all the while - the same shark toothed calm smile.

“So, are you gonna give me all your money?” said the thief. It wasn’t actually a demand, it was a question. He really would have preferred to just get out of here, but his pride demanded that he at least make the attempt to leave here with some kind of valuables to put in his bag on the Balcony.

The owner stepped from the shadows, into an area that was bathed in moonlight and, shit thought the thief he really was Big, not big with a small b, but Big with a big B. He had short brownish hair which sat in a quiff, blue eyes, very lightly tanned skin, and it was impossible to not note his physique - he was positively herculean - the dressing gown he was wearing was only highlighting the thick round of his pecs which were visible at the top, and each of his thighs were as thick as a tree trunk - well maybe not literally but metaphorically yes!

“Is this a hold up?” he asked inquisitively still smiling “If it is, I feel the need of introductions, since we might be here a while - my name is Cecil”

“I won’t tell you mine!” replied the thief

“Very well” replied Cecil and thief could have sworn he added under his breath “It’s not as though food needs a name”

“Well I was just going to - ” quick as it had been said Cecil had moved forward at speed closing the distance between them, looming over the thief who gulped in fear again - he really didn’t want to see what this guy was going to do to him.

“Go?”

“Um”

“I wouldn’t like you to come all this way for nothing”

“No no, I want you to let me go”

“You know, I realised you looked familiar - though granted with those balaclavas every thief looks similar, but your build well that’s very distinctive - you robbed this building before didn’t you” his voice suddenly became very dangerous

The thief did remember it had been a few nights ago - an old lady’s apartment she had gotten up tried to take him, and he’d pushed her to the ground then he’d robbed her apartment. Not that there had been that much to take, only an antique necklace with a locket, it had been a waste though - too distinctive to get anything for it.

“Your silence, whether of fear or guilt is very confirming” said Cecil “Luckily for you, she isn’t dead” not thought Cecil that that’ll change your fate “But you did steal something of great sentimental value to her, a necklace, with a locket, made of gold?”

His and his boyfriend’s neighbour was an old, old lady who had once had to flee her home - the only treasure she had from it was in a necklace her parents gave to her as a child it contained a locket inside of which was a series of small locks of hair from her siblings. “Uh yeah” said the thief nervously, really regretting shoving that old lady now.

“Where is it?”

“In my bag”

“Which is where?”

“Oh the balcony”

Cecil moved to look at the dark balcony and saw the idiot thief attempting to lunge at him with a heavy lamp.

A few things happened in quick succession: first, Cecil dodged the swing, second the thief stumbled backwards losing his footing and finally third Cecil lunging forward like a python wrapped his huge arms around the thief opened his mouth wider than should have ben possible and shoved him headfirst into his mouth.

The thief shrieked in surprise and started kicking his legs trying to get out, but he was doomed Cecil slurped trying to see if any flavour came off of his meal. He disliked eating people like this he could never be sure that they were really clean, but oh well he was doing his part to keep crime off the street, and only part of his muscle came from the cheat of devouring people There was also the issue that clothes stood in the way of tasting the guy properly, there wasn’t much meat on him anyway. Sometimes - infact most of the time he preferred them this way - lean and mean easy to subdue though they still kicked up a storm in his gut speaking of which.

Angling his head back to help gravity do the rest he grabbed the socks and shoes off of the thief's feet and tossed them to the one side. In a few seconds the thief was curled in the stomach of Cecil whose dressing gown came loose exposing his tan thief filled gut and who let out a loud deep belch and moaned.

“you ate me, you actually ate me!!” Yelled the thief

“You tried to kill me with a lamp buddy” said Cecil

There were footsteps and in stepped Blake who merely sighed at Cecil’s gut. Whilst Cecil sat down on the sofa and spread his legs - the better to accommodate the expanse with.

“hey darling, said Cecil grinng at Blake who walked into the room and sat beside him

“it’s the middle of the night” replied Blake grumpily

“hey I didn’t choose what time this ruffian decided to perform home invasion!” Said Cecil cheerily

“you are way too upbeat at all times” grumbled Blake as he reached out with one hand and began rubbing Cecil’s stomach coaxing up another belch

“You are way too good at this” sighed Cecil dropping his head back and wrapping an arm around Blake’s torso pulling him against the dome of flesh that bulged occasionally with the struggles of its unwilling occupant in spite of himself Blake grinned and began rubbing with both hands as he shifted himself to straddle Cecil earning him a grunt of surprise and a belch as Cecil placed a hand on either side of Blake to keep him there. Blake leaned forward and tenderly kissed Cecil on his lips Cecil responded by wrapping his arms more firmly about Blake and giving a small moan of pleasure as Blake’s hands continued to massage him feeling as though he had found a good sized pocket of air Blake leaned away from Cecil as a gurgle starting in his stomach rapidly made it’s way up and out of Cecil’s mouth who had been sitting there eyes slightly heavy lidded

“Bouarrrrrrp” he moaned and Blake immediately fell back upon him “You are so so hot when you are like this” he whispered in Cecil’s ear “all full and belching” Cecil loved the praise from his gorgeous Boyfriend but…

“I’m hardly full” he replied “in fact I could scarf down 2, 3 more of these guys no problem” he whispered in Blakes ear he belched again smaller this time yet he chuckled as he saw Blake blush and giggle “in fact I still could do with another snack” he bit gently on Blakes ear relishing how it made Blake tingle all over “For some reason whenever I eat you - I feel at my fullest, my belly stretched to the max like I’ve eaten a full buffet plus some assholes that bother us on the way home - all of that just from you stretching me out” his voice was filled with desire, but it softened to gentle tenderness “all that from just you - my favourite 5 star meal”

“Cecil…” said Blake his hands moving from Cecil’s gut to his face “you are the most beautiful man” he kissed him moaning as Cecil’s hands began to grip his body until they were interrupted by a voice from Cecil’s gut

“Ewww, excuse me if you are going to, engage in activities then show me some respect and let me out”

“How are you still alive?” asked a gobsmacked Blake to Cecil’s gut “That last belch should have taken you to the Flats in the sky” he looked at Cecil who was similarly surprised

“Wait what the hell?” Yelled the thief

“Hey buddy good food shouldn’t talk” snapped Cecil annoyed that his time with Blake was being taken up by this asshat.

“I’m not food” shrieked the thief shoving violently against Cecil’s stomach walls

“Stop speaking and squirming” Said Cecil “Squirming’s all well and good at the start really gets me going - but after a while it’s just like shut up accept your fate and digest”

“You’re going to digest me?!!!” Shrieked the thief kicking again more violently

“Stop that” groaned Cecil grasping his stomach and belching again Blake slid off of his lap and onto the floor. It was surprisingly painful getting kicked - usually it didn’t hurt this much

“Hell no, Let me out - you can’t do this”

“You shouldn’t have broken into our Flat buddy”

“I am not your Buddy” yelled the thief shoving again at Cecils stomach walls this time actually hurting him more than quite a bit, damn it felt like getting stabbed - please tell me he didn’t actually have a weapon he thought to himself

“Ow” he whined “stop”

“Ha ha ha ha” not so confident now are you - you stupid greedy musclebound glutton”

“Stop hurting him” snapped Blake getting off the floor and ramming both hands onto the squirming mass Blake may not have had the ability to devour people and turn them to mush - but he certainly had the power to deliver a fierce push the thief yelped as we felt the shove and Cecil let out a loud rumbling belch. “BOUARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP Damn” ,he said “I must have gulped down a lot of air with that guy”. His hands returned to a much less engorged stomach.

“Would explain why he lasted so long and how despite being so scrawny he was able to give you such a bloat” said Blake whose own hands were on each of Cecil’s broad shoulders and were tracing down each of his biceps.

“Yeah” sighed Cecil “I mean he wasn’t so much scrawny as lean and thin”

“How did he taste” asked Blake

“Not of too much” replied Cecil “I was more eager to get him down than to taste him” Blake’s hand returned to and rubbed Cecil’s stomach feeling the lumps were moving weakly but not for much longer he thought

“Blake” asked Cecil

“Yes”

“Can you check the balcony please? This guy said he left his bag with Miss Olgania’s Locket in it”

“I will do that once I’m sure he can never rob Miss Olgania or us or anyone ever again” said Blake leaning forward and kissing Cecil

“Mmmmm” moaned Cecil moving forwards “My gut, my muscles - the most secure prison”

”Just right” Replied Blake smiling as his hands returned to his stomach.

Miss Valecia Olgania was aged somewhere in her seventies though she would never admit it insisting that she stopped aging at 39! She had grey hair pulled into a bun at the back of her head and wore a patterned black and white skirt and a pink top.

Upon hearing a knock at her door she moved over to it and after checking the spy-hole and seeing that it was her downstairs neighbours Cecil and Blake she unlocked, unchained and opened the door with a smile.

“Miss Olgania, it is our pleasure to return to you the locket that was stolen by the thief” said Cecil presenting the locket which was indeed within the black bag that the thief had said it was in, alongside several other presumably stolen goods which they had handed over the the police.

“Oh you really both are the kindest gentlemen!” Said Miss Olgania gladly taking the locket in her hands and holding it to her chest

“We just do our part for the community” Said Cecil

“and you are a part of it Miss Olgania” added Blake smiling

“But how did you get it back?!” Said Miss Olgania slightly puzzled - but only slightly.

Cecil laid a hand over the slight increase in thickness in his abs that was the only indication of his meal “let’s just say that he won’t be bothering you or us again any time soon.”

Miss Olgania simply smiled and laughed “Well all I can say is thank you my dears, and an invitation to my humble abode for a most ordinary meal is most certainly in order!” She invited them in and closed the door bustling over to where her calendar hung on a small hook and pulling it off, shall we say Friday night between 5 and 6?”

“That sounds wonderful said Cecil”

“Concurred” said Blake grinning

“And while we’re here why not have a cup of tea?”

“why not indeed” they chorused - after all who would refuse a cup of tea from such a nice lady?

Well I know someone who might but since he’s now part of someone who would never do so - I think we can leave him out!

Thank you so much for reading if you’ve made it this far

I very much hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comments about grammar and spelling and punctuation would be very very welcome - I would much rather know if I’ve made a stupid mistake than not know!

[darkbluekies]

Dr Kry fic in swedish? Translated by yours truly this took too long lol:

"Var är giftet?" frågar du.

"Giftet?"

Han ser rakt igenom dig, iskalla blåa ögon som ger dig kalla kårar. Ilska är så olikt Dr Kry. Kanske var inte det här en bra idé ändå.

"Du borde ha frågat mig när jag var lös, hjärtat", spottar han. "Jag kan inte röra mig. Jag kan inte visa dig."

"Du har en mun. Du kan prata."

"Och det har du med, det är så människor fungerar. En mun som fungerar utan att du behövde låsa fast mig."

"Du hade inte lyssnat på mig. Och om du hade gjort det hade du inte tagit mig seriöst."

"Och du tycker att det här är till din fördel? För, i mina ögon, verkar det här som handlingarna av en någon som inte är frisk. Någon som det inte går att förhandla med. Någon som är för sjuk att ta hand om sig själva, vilket är varför jag behöver göra det."

"Jag är ju sjuk på grund av dig! Jag vill veta var giftet är!"

"Varför då? Så du kan gå till polisen? Jag är ledsen, hjärtat, men de kommer inte kunna hjälpa dig. Det där giftet är min egen uppfinning. Det finns inget motgift på marknaden och om de vill lista ut vad jag har haft i kommer det ta år för dem att utveckla något ... och vem säger att de ens kommer lyckas? Det är inte ovanligt att nya, otestade medel kan få en att känna sig värre. Inse det, bara jag kan rädda dig."

"Du har inget motgift."

Dr Kry fnyser. "Har jag inte? Tror du att jag vore så dum att jag skulle uppfinna ett gift för min käresta och sedan inte skapa ett motgift ifall något gick fel?"

Original:

“Where's the poison?” you question. “Poison?” He looks straight at you, cold blue eyes sending ice throughout you. Anger is so unlike Dr Kry. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. “Should have asked me when I was free, sweetheart”, he bites back. “I can't move. I can't show you.” “You have a mouth. You can speak.” “And you have one too, that's how humans work. One that works without having to tie me down.” “You wouldn't have listened to me. And if you would have, you wouldn't have taken me seriously.” “And you think this helps your cause? Because, to me, this looks like the doing of someone who's not well. Who can't be reasoned with. Who's too sick to take care of themselves, and that's why I have to.” “I'm sick because of you! I want to know where the poison is.” “Why? So you can go to the cops? I'm sorry, sweetheart but they won't be able to help you. That poison is of my own doing. There is no antidote on the market and if they want to figure out what I've put in it it'll take years to develop one … and who says they'll actually be able to? It's not unusual that new, untested substances make you worse. Face it, I'm the only one that can heal you.” “You don't have an antidote.” Kry scoffs. “Don't I? Do you think I'd be so stupid to develop a poison for my beloved, and not create an antidote in case something goes wrong?”

[hellostarposts]

Episode 49 - The Butcher's Window

I lowkey hope that this is a continuation of the slaughter house

Gregory Pryor

Not the private investigator for cheating evidence

Hector Lerado

Private investigator = professionally stalker

“Literally 15 feet behind him” What are you measuring that?

Okay Greg, you're just being judgemental.

Not cheating, drug addict.

IT WAS DRUGS??? That was supposed to be a joke.

Yeah I don’t like Gregory. This guy deserves whatever is coming to him.

It was the being an extra shady ex-cop, for me.

Okay, if you’re going to be this judgemental, why don’t you just become a drug mule yourself.

SECONDARY LOCATION HECTOR. Did you not pay attention during assemble?

Oh wow not surprising the pig wants to hide that he’s a piece of shit.

I am not surprised at all that this man could be convinced by money to find a dead body.

They are definitely selling the meat.

Poorly refrigerated meat is a revolting sentence.

Obvious mafia front for money laundering.

Okay wait, not selling meat. Selling the organs. Not sure if they would bring in the same amount as drugs but still make bank.

Crawling inside one of the coolers is the dumbest decision. What if you get locked in?

Okay that was definitely Jared and not gerard.

Flesh pit?

FLESH PIT!!!!

We are getting dangerously close to vore now.

I would like to know what ability that this “Jared” guy has. It is so fascinating to think about.

Also, why the bendy femur? Why did he put that one into his body?

He got drunk off the femur.

So Jared also got Gregory’s arm to get drunk off of.

I think that chain smoking Sarah girl can relate to losing the bones. You know because she stapled her skin back on like it was no big deal.

Jared Hopworth, The Bone Turners tale gave him the powers. Still doesn’t explain how they work.

Why would Martin tell her about the flesh pit?

So not-Sasha is bad with computers and is just breaking the thing to avoid blowing their cover.

Tim is a bi icon. Do I like the involvement with cops? Not really but gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss.

Jon, you are actively stalking your coworkers. Stop being judgemental.

Supplemental

Stalking Elias is difficult.

Became head of the institute in 1996, took over from James Wright (1973-until death)

Elias managed to become head of the institute in 5 years (1991). Only real life explanation if Nepo baby.

Statered in artifact storage.

If none of the information matches that means he's not real. Or witness protection but unlikely.

Here’s where I admit that I got the spoiler that Elias is not human and killed Gertrude. I don’t know why he did it, but I know he’s not to be trusted.

So, Jon making an accurate guess is going to drive me insane because I know that he's going to gaslight himself or be gaslit.

So the Litner books either turn people into monsters or give them abilities, noted. This one kept me on my toes at least. I still don’t like Gregory, for personal reasons. I do like him hiding in one of the refrigerator spots and having to watch Jared be a freak. On to the lack of ethics being displayed by the archives team. I’m not surprised at all, look at Jon and the mess he is. He’s setting a terrible example for what the baseline should be. But FINALLY Jon is becoming more suspicious of Not-Sasha. I have a deep feeling that I’m missing stuff but man did finishing school turn into a sudden massive drop in energy.

[aut1smkid]

(people in a group begged me to share this awhile back so here you go)

Sticky-Fingered Snack

Pairing: Steve Cobs x Thief! Reader

Summary: After being caught stealing from him, Cobs "punishes" you for it.

Word Count: 1065

PLEASE DO NOT HARASS ME FOR MAKING THIS! BE A GOOD SPORT!

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SOFT, SAFE, SFW VORE. IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE DO NOT READ.

"Alright, Y/N. Just grab the phone, and get outta here." You thought to yourself as you and your friends hopped out of the hot air balloon. You guys were known for being infamous crooks, stealing lots of things; jewelry, artifacts, paintings, you name it. Whatever you could get your hands on you'd take it. As long as no one saw you, you'd be alright. Today, the newest MephoneX had released, and you and your buddies wanted to be some of the first lucky objects to get your hands on them. "Okay guys, we gotta be fast, because this is one of our biggest heists yet!" Announced one of your friends. "Not only are we gonna be the talk of the town, but we're hitting riches tonight!" 

"But isn't this place infamous for it's high tech security?" You asked.  "Don't worry, Y/N! The ear behind this company may be a genius, but if we act quickly enough, it'll be like it never occurred. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?" You wished your friend hadn't said that. But maybe they were right. Most of the time, the investigation usually got the detectives nowhere. 

On your mark, you and your friends dashed into the store, grabbing all that you could get your hands on. You grabbed one of the new models and stuffed it into your hoodie pocket as you made your way to the doors. But all of a sudden.... 

You were startled by the loud alarm blaring on the intercom. "Go, go, go, go, GO! NOW!" You shouted as your friends hurrily scurried to the exit. "But wait for-" the automatic door shut behind them, locking and leaving you trapped inside. You scratched on the doors, praying to God that they would open so you could get the hell outta there. But then...You heard it. The footsteps echoed closer as you saw him: The CEO himself and creator behind it all, Mr. Steve Cobs.

 "The alarm must've summoned him out here..." you thought. You breathed heavily as your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. Your eyes made contact as suspense creeped up your back. He pressed a button on his phone, shutting off the alarm. "Well, if it isn't Y/N L/N!" He exclaimed. "I had a feeling you'd turn up!" He held out his hand. You were hesitant at first, but reluctantly shook it. "Yeah. That's me... Heh." You chuckled nervously. You had a feeling that he could tell you were nervous. I mean, you where sweating head to toe. Wasn't it obvious? "So... Why'd you do it?" 

You pretended to be confused. "Haha... What do you mean...?" 

"Why did you think out of all things that you could get away with stealing from me? I'm an owner of a large scale company after all. Did you really think you could get away with it?" 

"I umm... I just-I-"

"Save it. Now...What do I do with you?... I could just call the cops, but what good would that do? In fact, I think I've got a better punishment for you..."

Grrrrgle... 

He scooped you up by the hood. Hanging you over his face. You caught a glimpse of his green, drooling maw as he shoves your little paws in. Then your thighs, all the way up to your chin. Your face eventually is inside his hot wet maw, only leaving your puny little hands sticking out of his mouth. Then...

Glrrk-ulp!

You plopped feet first into his hot, squishy stomach. Covering you in that slimy, yellow acid. "Hah.... Just love that sweet taste of karma. Can't ever get enough of it!"  He patted his hand on his gut, seemingly enjoying your squirmy attempts of getting out of this sticky situation.(Knee slap)  You felt him regurgitate the phone that you attempted to steal, chuckling about at the fact you thought you could get the best of him. You heard him tell one of his bots to wipe up the saliva covered phone and put it back on display, which it did as told. You felt like you deserved this fate, punishment for all that you have done, as you waited for the digestion to kick in... 

But after a few minutes went by, you never heard the sound of sizzling acid coating your paws. Only the relaxing sounds of gurgles and churns, accompanied by the sweet sounds of Cobs’ soft heartbeat and breathing. It was like a warm lullaby. “Why?” You wondered. “Why would he keep me alive for so long? Does he enjoy my filling? Was he just hungry?” Those were the last thoughts that echoed in your head. And then sooner enough, you were already asleep.

You awoken to find yourself on a soft, cozy bed. Turns out he spared you and tucked you in until you woke up. And there he was, sitting on his MecBook Pro.™ "Finally awake, I see?" He charmed in while you were sitting there on the bed. "Why?" You asked. "Hm?" "Why would you keep me alive?" You repeated. "Oh I just wanted to teach you a lesson that's all." You winced in pain as you looked at your arm. It was covered up to your shoulder in a bloodied bandage. "I might have accidentally let some digestion kick in. Don't worry. It'll heal over the span of a month or two." you had also noticed there was also bangages on your left leg and torso. He must have been hungry, huh? He walked over and sat next to you, and got a little too close for comfort near your face."If I ever see you walk into this store and pull another move like you did, you won't come out alive. Got it?" You nodded nervously. He pulled out the phone that you stole and gave it to you. "I'll let you have this, but on ONE condition. I set parental controls so that you won't get into trouble. I will know if you try to turn them off. And trust me, It WON'T be pretty." He motioned for you to get up and held his hand as he walked to the entrance with you. "Here. Go on. Shoo." He hissed. Seemed like he was back to his usual self. You could tell he wasn't usually all that kind like he was. And one thing was for sure; you'd never try to steal again. 

[ladycryptid1894]

Hi, I'm Cora, age 26, and pronouns are she/they :D

If you've stumbled across this digital alcove, then I hope you're taking your meds, staying hydrated, and being patient with yourself... and you might have super depraved thoughts like me, mayhaps? My main is @yourfavoriteabomination

I'm a dom leaning switch aiming to find inspiration from likeminded folks to improve my writing, express myself more eloquently, and explore my kinks and thoughts. But let's face it, it's mostly filth. This sideblog is somewhat of a shrine of all the things I wanna do to my bf :3

If you're a minor, asshole, blank or ageless blog, kindly fuck off. I will block you.

Hell yes:

ENTHUSIASTIC CONSENT, teratophilia, predator/prey, somno, choking, dirty talk, restraints, HEAVY voice kink and hand kink, MOMMY/goddess/mistress, overstim, edging, body worship, marking, PRAISE, semi-public exhibition, light cnc, dubcon

Maybe:

Maybe's: pegging, pet play (mostly just a fixation on collars and leashes), feminization, light bloodplay, spanking, pain :P

Hard limits:

pee/scat/vomit, Daddy, slapping, vore, cops, the US government, and most rich people.

Feel free to ask me something through anons! 😊

Thank you for reading.

~LadyCryptid/Cora :)

[stele3]

A History of (Supposed) Violence: Every Jason Todd Kill, part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Foreword: Jason Todd kills people. But has he killed as many people as fandom thinks he has? I'm starting to think the answer is a resounding no. Therefore, I am starting this series to list every single one of Jason Todd's on-page, confirmed kills, and -- to be fair -- all of the heavily-implied and attemped ones, too.

Caveat: I have not read every single comic featuring Jason Todd. But by God, by the end of this series, I will have. Do not send me angry messages telling me I have forgotten this glaring example of his murderous ways. I am moving in deliberate, exhaustive, chronological order. I will get to it.

Part 4: Nightwing #118, "Brothers In Blood"

We start off strong, with Jason -- dressed as Nightwing -- cutting the throat of a kidnapper who is holding a preteen girl hostage and threatening to kill her.

Dick's already not having the best time, lately, after Bludhaven got blown up. Jason's first encounter with Dick, notably, is entering the scene to save Dick's life after he's thrown off a building.

Yeah, Dick almost certainly would've been able to save himself, but it's still interesting. Remember it for later when we hit "Battle For the Cowl."

Anyway! We get mention of the off-screen killing of a drug lord before Dick interrupts Jason in the middle of killing a rapist who "fell through the cracks."

Jason keeps suggesting they team up, kind of pathetically seeking some kind of companionship in between offing another two petty criminals. This is the closest Jason ever gets to aimless killing: previously he was very deliberate and tactical, attacking henches in order to take down Black Mask. But now he's just sort of killing whatever criminals are in his path, all while dressed as Dick. If there's ever a point when Jason is a truly mindless killer and a villain, this is it.

That makes a horrific kind of sense, though, when you consider the fact that this is almost immediately after "Under the Hood," which ends thus:

Bruce just slit Jason's throat instead of allowing him to kill the Joker.

Jason is fucking unwell, and that's reflected in the violence he commits. He kills indiscriminately: some of them are rapists and killers, yeah, his usual targets -- but some are just petty thieves.

Then, of course, the tentacle monster shows up. Disappointingly, that doesn't get as bonkers as it could have: Jason only vores someone non-lethally, and only has the tentacle arms for a few pages before he just kinda...leaves the story via telegram? IDK, it's a weird arc.

Death count: at least 4 (with another 2 attempted, stopped by Dick), all of them being basic criminals. This is Jason at his absolute lowest point, after he's tried and failed to get himself killed via cop Bruce...and now that I've said that, I wonder if this whole arc wasn't him trying to get killed by ex-cop, aka Nightwing. In any case, the violence he commits isn't the fun or satisfying kind, when it's directed at someone who really, really fuckin' deserves it. It's just sad and kinda sickening.

[nextnumbermuppetjokerfan]

I have decided to accept your generous offer to catch me up! I trust your knowledge Next Number :3

Oh boy where do I even begin? What was happening last time you knew what was going on? Looks like you last posted briefly early January, but prior to that looks like you were pretty active up until the end of October, so I'll start from there I guess. If there's any backlore I mentioned that you missed just lmk.

After Kermit left the monastery / Alex burned it to the ground, Kermit went to Athena to do a ritual to restore his kins (they were all murdered via monk exorcism). Kermit and Milton dueled as a result of this, Athena tricked/brainwashed Kermit into marrying her (Athena made Kermit forcekin Jesus and Athena wanted to be the bride of Christ. She also tried to crucify him but Kermit returned to his senses before this). Kermit eventually got all of his kins back on his own, he ended up having to walk to Sara's house in Chicago to vore an Applejack figurine containing the spirit of his dead Kermit plushie to regain his Kermit kin.

Alex Thornton came out as trans and uses she/her now. Don't know if you were around when Mavis ( @fungus-of-death )and Alex were dating, but they broke up a few weeks in. Alex went on a divine quest to kill a vampire deep in the woods, but is now dating her. Her name is Sybil, her blog is @n0ctur4v4mp1r4.

Right now, Sara, Emily, and Sage are all still living together. Milton lives in CT with Gordon's mom.

Kermit hit his Grandma with a turkey on Thanksgiving in an attempt to hit his Uncle Steve. Kermit uses he/she/they/it pronouns now btw.

Kermit briefly had a job as an Assistant Manager at a KFC, but got fired after trying to write up a coworker for witchcraft/putting a curse on him. Kermit also moved out (again) and currently lives in an apartment in Ohio, the apartment complex is now contaminated with asbestos due to Kermit trespassing into the basement and breaking a seal.

Kermit also obtained a new Kermit plushie. He also now kins Dark Matt (Mullenweg)(CEO of Tumblr). Dark Matt kins Draco Malfoy, Kermit does not kin Draco Malfoy himself. Kermit kins Dark Matt, who kins Draco Malfoy.

That's the "main" storyline as of late. Another storyline, however, has been following the circle relaying to Mavis (who's a space wizard now) and Laika ( @butter-pie-enthusiast ), who Mavis is the legal guardian of. Laika's girlfriend, Birdie ( @my-blue-birdie ) had the curse of a beast on her, it was slowly turning her into a demon essentially. Laika got into a car crash while in the car with Laika's birth father and died. Birdie killed Laika's father (and presentably a bunch of cops). Birdie made a deal with @queen-decarabia went to hell to try to save Laika. Together they went through all stages of Hell, Birdie was nearly irreversibly turned fully into a demon (each time she'd be hurt, she'd be immediately healed via Demon Beast powers, and the demon part of her would spread more). They get out of Hell, and Birdie somehow becomes normal again

[voraciousvore]

Vore Writing/ Art Mega Compilation

Happy Vore Day!~

I decided to make a collection of some of my favorite vore scenes I've written, as well as throw in some art both new and old! Keep in mind these are chapters from larger stories, not oneshots, so they may be diminished by lack of context or build-up, and contain massive spoilers for plot events. I tried to include a decent variety, except for giantess vore as I have a separate compilation for that here. Also scenes that I label "NSFW" contain overt sexual elements and are 18+ only.

If you haven't read any of my writing, now's your chance to browse, sample some, and suffer through it!

The Giant, Ch. 3 - My first full vore scene in my first full story that remains one of my best (soft, unwilling, nonfatal); I would also recommend continuing into Ch. 4 for a great semi-willing mouthplay/ foodplay scene!

Big Corp Inc, Ch. 17: Cake - Tiny lady covered in cake frosting. What more could a big guy want? (romantic mouthplay, NSFW)

In the Belly of the Giant, Ch. 12 - A kidnapped woman learns just how horrible her giant captor is (soft, unwilling, nonfatal)

Giganterra, Ch. 10: A Full Belly - The giant king enjoys his tribute of small young ladies, devouring them one by one (soft, unwilling, nonfatal, NSFW non-con)

Bucky's, Ch. 9: Business Lunch - A party of high-ranking executives visit Bucky's, a restaurant that serves humans as food (unwilling pred, mouthplay, soft safe vore)

The Half-Blood Giant, Ch. 38: Unhealthy Obsession - A miserable, unhinged giant obsessed with a girl he can't have decides to forcibly keep her for himself (soft, safe, unwilling); Bonus, if you want to read the scene that precedes this one with him betraying and consuming his romantic rival: Ch. 36: Cat and Mouse (soft, fatal, unwilling)

The Half-Blood Giant, Ch. 40: Full Tour - Very messed up chapter where Hannah gets a full trip through Hunter's entrails (full tour but not explicit at the end, soft/ safe with some threat of digestion, somewhat NSFW since he handles her naked)

Boarding School for Giants, Ch. 4 - Giant student bullies his tiny classmate. To be honest, I included this scene more for the poignant emotional impact than the actual vore scene itself (unwilling mouthplay)

Big Corp Inc, Ch. 11: Cold and Hot - A gentle giant unwittingly eats his coworker in a sandwich (double unaware vore, soft, nonfatal, vomiting)

In the Belly of the Giant, Ch. 5 - Gastroscopy with an intrepid, tiny male doctor (willing, soft, safe)

Bucky's, Ch. 39: Eat or Be Eaten - The CEO of Big Corp decides to eliminate a disloyal employee (soft, unwilling, ambiguous ending)

Big Corp Inc, Ch. 34: Manager Meeting - The sole human employee of Big Corp is coerced into participating in a "product demonstration" with her boss (soft, safe, unwilling)

Giganterra, Prologue: Saturn Devouring His Son - The giant king shrinks and devours his defiant heir (soft, fatal, unwilling)

In the Belly of the Giant, Ch. 34 - Giant cop is tied up and forced to ingest his tiny girlfriend (soft, safe, unwilling pred, NSFW non-con)

I know there's a lot of great scenes that I excluded, but this list is getting too long as it is. It was very difficult to narrow it down!

Anyways, here's a bunch of vore art:

[milkmemes]

CHEESE GOLD PART 2

Sentence starters of varying degrees. Platonic // Romantic // Suggestive. Change pronouns as you see fit.

"I love you." "Stop being a fuckin' cop!" "I'm not a clown." "Spoken like a true goose. Yeah, I did my time in the pond. Back in 86." "You are a giggly bitch sometimes, [Name]" "YEAH. IT MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE A COMEDIAN. IM AN ASSET TO THIS COMMUNITY!" "I'm the antithesis of a clown. I've never been funny in my whole entire life. I'm a paper towel with no water. I'll never be anything but dry." "EAT THE WRAPPER [Name]!" "I'M NOT [Name]!" "That’s where we met. The toad maps." "It's true, you barked." "Haha what a silly goose [Name] is." "No you're silly." "You're the silliest goose in the pond, shut up!" "It's just genetic. What, you guys don't have the nya gene?" "No, I fucking bark." "Is your human name [Name]?" "I've been diseased." "Stop being diseased." “Happy February!” "No one can rival with me because I'm bisexual. You start rizzing up someone I like? I start rizzing up you!!" "[Name] likes broken men!" "No I only had the event that was racially motivated." "Okay [Name] he did NOT say that." "Are you tired [Name]? you sound sleepy." "No, I'm strong." "I'm not, goodnight." "I was fruiting." "I found some lead, boys. Time to get some poisoning!" "Wait, I was just exploring! don't take me places! where am I?! I was in the water!" "Whoa, powerbottom rights." "They got powerbottomed …" "He had a safe sneef, [Name], you smell like danger." "This is modern day colonizing." "I hate your words little man." "You are not allowed to die, you are cursed with the burden of life!" "You wipe after you fart?!" "I have big fart on standby" "This is generational rabies." "Wifeless! Wifeless in Japan." "You just can't handle the raw power of sex wizard!" "Suck it up fairy bitch." "I think that's called vore." "I'm shitting." "Please don't shit in the Pokémon server sir." "Get outta here you normie!" "Get with the pokégrind!" "Chicken. that is what his mama called him out the womb. Ah, this baby, Chicken." "I'm so excited to have pants. I've never had pants before." "You think I remember [Name]? My head is so empty!" "I'm just thinking of gherkins, like the pickle." "Yeah you know, gherkins. Do you not know what a gherkin is?" "Okay we're good we're good we're good we're good we're solid we're solid we're solid we're gucci we're gucci we're GHERKIN!!" "How have you never seen a gherkin before?" "Yeah dude they're even in Minecraft!" "I can't believe you're pickle shaming them." "This is why I would never visit Australia." "Then Bluey can fucking visit me." "Don't let your husband stop you from finding your wife!" "I need to buy a gun …" "I can't do this ..." "I am God." "I need him in a way that's concerning to feminism." "Alright, time for pissboy to spread his wings!" "Grandpa, am I your most skibidi grandkid?" "Shut the fuck up, [Name]." "Skibidi bitches can you move from the gas override?!" "A lobotomy wouldn't fix me, I need a new brain." "I don't think I should be punished for being fucking funny."