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Deep Down, Sky High
Content: M/M Vore, Male Pred, Male Prey, Digestion, Same-Size Vore.
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Jackson leaned against the cramped airplane bathroom counter, a sly smirk playing across his lips. The gentle hum of the plane engines was punctuated by the soft gurgling coming from his belly, which bulged noticeably under his fitted hoodie. The chiseled contours of his abdomen were only exaggerated by the unusual distention, every ridge and dip of his muscles more pronounced.
With his free hand, he pulled out his phone, opening the camera app. In the dimly lit space, he adjusted himself to get the best angle. Lifting the hem of his hoodie, he revealed his distended abdomen. The shape was undeniable; there, just above his navel and slightly to the right, was a pronounced bulge, the unmistakable outline of a head pressing softly against the taut skin. You could almost see the despair etched in the features compressed against his toned stomach.
"Guess you should've remembered to lock the door, huh?" Jackson whispered, addressing the subtle movements from within, the almost imperceptible shifts of discomfort. He trailed a finger down from the tip of the head bulge, tracing its path along the curve of his belly, feeling the shivers it induced inside.
He aimed his camera at the mirror, ensuring that his face and the distinct bulge were both in view. The tight confines of the bathroom only accentuated the size of his stomach, making it appear even more prominent. A flash pierced the dimness as he snapped the picture.
His fingers rapidly moving on the screen's keyboard, typing a caption for his new snapshot, "Note to self: always lock the door at 30,000 feet." With a chuckle, Jackson admired his handiwork for a moment before saving the image, a little keepsake for himself, and then posting it to his close circle.
Taking one last glance at the mirror, he gave his belly a more forceful pat, feeling the muffled protest from within. "Hang tight," he teased, pressing down right where the head-shaped bulge was, eliciting a frantic series of squirms and movements. "We've still got a few hours left in this flight."
Jackson, taking a deep breath, nudged the bathroom door open. Stepping out into the dimly lit aisle.
As he began to make his way back to his seat, he could feel every jolt and tremor of the plane resonate through the heavily distended belly under his hoodie. Each step sent a light ripple across the protruding form, the undeniable shape of a person compressed within the confines of his muscled abdomen. It was like walking with an overinflated beach ball strapped to him.
The fabric of his hoodie strained, attempting to accommodate the bulk beneath it. The pronounced shape of a head, arms, and even the bend of knees were visible, making him feel slightly self-conscious. He could sense eyes on him, fellow passengers probably attributing his appearance to overeating or some medical condition. But Jackson was in too deep now; there was no turning back.
He reached his row, pausing for a moment. The challenge of sitting with such a significant addition to his physique suddenly dawned on him. He angled himself, attempting to slide past the passenger next to the aisle. The tightness of the space forced his belly to brush up against the stranger, causing another series of frantic movements within. Jackson whispered a quick apology for the disturbance, his face coloring slightly.
Once at his seat, Jackson faced his next challenge: how to sit. He turned, angling his hips and trying to slowly lower himself into the tight airplane seat. His belly's girth, however, made the process a game of adjustment. The armrest dug into his side, prompting a small grunt of discomfort. The buckling of the seatbelt was another ordeal, the strap barely reaching around the expansive midsection.
Finally settled, Jackson leaned back, allowing his hoodie to ride up just a tad, revealing the bottommost part of his belly. The dim overhead light cast a shadow, highlighting the clearly defined silhouette of the person inside him. He placed a hand atop the most prominent bulge, feeling the heat emanating from it, the soft, muffled pleas for release.
Breathing heavily from the exertion and feeling the compressive force from the tight airplane seat, Jackson let out a sigh.
He reclined in his seat, feeling the gentle throb and pulse of the human within his belly. He placed an earbud into one ear, leaving the other free to enjoy the symphony of muffled pleas and the subtle sounds of his digestive system at work. Picking up his phone, he began scrolling through a playlist to listen to on his XM4.
Leaning his head close to his prominent belly, he whispered softly, "Hey there, you comfy? Probably not the flight experience you were expecting, huh?" A muted squirm replied to him, making him grin. "You know, I was going to watch a movie, but I think feeling you break down might be the best in-flight entertainment I've ever had."
Jackson began flicking through the in-flight entertainment system. Choosing a thriller. As the film progressed, Jackson ordered a fizzy drink from the passing cart, sipping it slowly. Each gulp sent more liquid down, making his belly gurgle in response. "There you go," he chuckled. "A little mixer for the main course. Hope you like cola."
An hour or so into the flight, feeling a bit peckish, Jackson decided to order some in-flight snacks. Munching on peanuts, he said, "You must be getting lonely in there. Don't worry, you'll have some company soon." Finishing his snack and sipping on his drink, he felt a gentle burp rising. "Excuse me," he murmured with a smirk, thinking of the added pressure the trapped air would cause inside.
Throughout the flight, between reading a bit, occasionally nodding off, and enjoying his music, Jackson continuously returned to the sensation in his gut. Each little squirm, each desperate push against his abdominal walls, just added to his satisfaction.
Jackson, feeling the descent of the airplane, adjusted his seat. The jostling from the change in altitude made his belly quiver, and he could feel an especially desperate set of wriggles from within, almost as if the person inside had some hope of escape as the plane touched down.
Leaning in, Jackson smirked as he whispered, "You feeling that? We're touching down in Ibiza. Ever been? Well, I guess this isn't the way you imagined visiting, huh?" He chuckled softly, feeling more pronounced movements as the realization hit his unwilling passenger.
"Beautiful beaches, amazing nightlife, and my favorite, the sizzling sun," Jackson continued, his voice dripping with mischief. "You and I, we're gonna spend a lot of time on those beaches. Just think about it. While I'm basking in the sun, catching a tan, you'll be in here," he tapped his swollen midriff, "experiencing a whole different kind of heat. The summer sun outside and the burning acids inside. A real tropical getaway for you."
He felt another series of frantic pushes against his belly wall, and he tightened his abdominal muscles in response, constraining his prey even further. "Oh, by the way, Ibiza might be your destination, but this," he patted his gut, "is your final stop. The last destination of your journey. I hope you're prepared for the coming days."
Jackson grinned, relishing the idea of parading around with his swollen belly, feeling every jolt, every pang of the digestive process. "It's gonna be a long, brutal few days for you," he added with a dark chuckle. "And by the time I'm ready to head back, well...you'll have become a permanent part of my vacation memories."
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Voretober Day 3 | Drowsy
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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?
What if that person is no longer entirely human?
MENTIONS OF SOFT VORE
Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore (only mentions for now). Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone
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“Scotty.”
Said young man wanting to do nothing more than sleep groans as he attempts to ignore whoever’s trying to wake him up, turning away and curling up underneath the blanket.
He’s rewarded with a hand shaking his shoulder. “Come on, you don’t want to sleep through the entire trip, do you?”
“You’re the one who suggested I get some rest, Vince,” Scott grouses, his eyes clenched shut stubbornly. Though he’s contemplating opening them just so he can properly whack Vincent with his pillow.
“I said for the boring parts. I thought a refuel station would be a bit more exciting.”
It takes a moment for him to fully process the words. But when he does, Scott’s sitting up as quickly as possible, drowsiness from sleep completely forgotten. He manages to toss the blanket over Vincent’s head in his hurry, his best friend left behind to remake the bed as he sprints out of the room toward the front of the ship.
He skids to a halt right before he enters the control room, huddling close to a wall as he stares out the window.
Sprawled out before him seems to be one long landing strip attached to a building. Nothing that’s as sleek as the ship, but it clearly isn’t made from anything found on Earth. And it couldn’t be, because the refuel station is absolutely massive. There’s not enough time and materials for humans to build something that could wrap itself around the moon.
If that wasn’t daunting enough, a ship currently sits on the landing strip. One that looks like it would swallow him whole. As if someone was told to make a cruise ship for giants.
Scott feels someone walk up behind him. Sends a wide eyed stare at Vincent watching him with a mixture of amusement and eagerness. “What do you think?”
He thinks this is amazing. “We don’t have to fight that for fuel, do we?”
“No,” the taller chuckles. “We’re a bit too far away to see the details, but there’s a side for species our size.”
Thank God. Scott is far from ready to encounter whatever needs a ship of that size.
As Vincent sits down in the pilot’s chair, Scott quickly takes a seat as well. Nods at the silent question if he’s ready before they’re flying toward the station. The closer they get, the easier it is to see the landing strip on top of the building that was invisible before, meant for ships no bigger than an airplane rather than the monstrosity they saw before.
Then they see a few others ships scattered here and there. Then what seemed like ants wondering around become walking figures.
Scott feels his heart skip a beat as Vincent suddenly takes them nearly straight down. Has to remind himself to breathe as the ship levels out before lowering itself slowly onto the landing strip. The only way he can tell they’re really on solid ground is Vincent turning away from the controls.
His best friend gives a hum. “We need to change your shirt.”
“My shirt?”
“Cotton isn’t very common out here,” Vincent smiles as he stands up, waving for Scott to follow. “And unfortunately, no one would know what baseball is either.”
Scott suddenly feels nervous. At the thought of leaving the ship. Possibly encounter the giants who own the ship they saw, guaranteed meeting at least one alien.
He still wants to go out. See what Vincent’s seen, explore the universe and learn about the other inhabitants. They won’t be humans, though. Most likely won’t resemble them at all. They’ll be creatures from horror movies, from his nightmares, things he never could have imagined.
What if something manages to scare him enough he runs in the opposite direction? What if he screams? What if he provokes something into killing him in the most horrific way possible?
“What are you thinking about?”
Scott jumps at the question. Comes back to the present to see Vincent holding a shirt nearly identical to the one he wears. “I’m going to be surrounded by aliens.”
Vincent offers a smile. “The good thing about having me around is that I’m an expert at it. Just stay next to me, and you’ll be fine. I won’t let anyone touch you.”
Just like that, the terror that was slowly building turns into apprehension. He’s not scared to leave the ship, but now his new fear is somehow loosing Vincent in a crowd.
He doesn’t hesitate to accept the offered shirt. Quickly switches it for the jersey that’s been wrinkled from him wearing it while he slept. It gets no reprieve as it’s tossed over the very bed that doomed it to such a fate.
Scott’s head snaps toward the hallway as he hears the distinct hiss of the door opening, the one that leads outside.
“Vince!”
“I’m not leaving you behind, Scotty,” his best friend soothes, the perfect picture of innocence as he stands in the hallway. It’s clear he wants to leave the ship, however. “Promise.”
Scott can trust that. Can trust Vincent to keep him safe as they walk through a space station. Meaning he nods to say he’s ready, staying only two steps behind as the taller walks out.
Vincent stops for a moment once they’re on the landing strip to place his hand against the ship. In seconds the door reappears, disappearing from sight just like before. With that, they walk across the shimmering green landing strip onto a pure white floor.
Scott stays glued to his best friend’s side, walking so close they’re nearly hugging. Vincent doesn’t make a comment of wanting personal space, doesn’t even try to walk too quickly to make the shorter jog to keep up. If anything, he slows down so it’s easier to match his pace.
It was needed. Because the moment Scott realizes the grand scale of the building they’re walking through, he almost can’t help the want to simply stop and stare.
He wants to liken it to a train station, something he’s only ever seen on TV. This has a lot more grandeur to it, a lot more fantastical. Not just by the numerous beings walking around, some with scales, others with two or three pairs of arms, one that’s at least ten feet tall. What steals the show is screen on the farthest wall that goes so far in each direction he can’t see where it ends. And covering every inch are videos of planets orbiting as symbols appear beside it, of stars exploding as large symbols flash, of comets racing past unknown galaxies.
The only thing that keeps him standing like an idiot with his mouth wide open is Vincent, the taller chuckling as he gently nudges Scott forward.
It manages to break him out of his daze. Remember where he is, what he’s about to walk straight through the middle of. “S-Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for,” Vincent reassures. Once he’s confident Scott is paying attention again, he begins to walk through the decently crowded station. “There’s times I just stand and watch.”
That’s reassuring, to know someone experienced with something like this still gets amazed by it. Though it doesn’t help silence his nerves once they’ve walked a fair distance and now are effectively surrounded by dozens of creatures. All speaking in different pitches, sometimes even chirping like birds or clicking like insects.
Suddenly, they’re stopping, Scott letting out a small ‘oof’ as he runs into Vincent.
“I need my tank filled, spot 0-7-9,” the taller says, speaking to someone behind the counter.
Someone with ten glowing eyes and tentacles as it gives a low hum that Scott can feel vibrating his bones.
Vincent shakes his head. “Standard, thank you.”
The counter in front of them glows. As he takes a card out of his back pocket, Vincent sets it down inside the small square of blue light. When it vanishes, he puts the card away. Nods his head to another hum before walking away.
Scott’s mind does a full restart before he quickly follows. “Uh, Vince? What just happened?”
“I paid for our fuel.”
“You.” Scott looks back toward the counter, feeling like he missed something. “How?”
“Every planet has their own currency, but when you’re interstellar traveling, you’ll need credits to do anything,” Vincent explains. Slowly, as if he knows Scott’s having trouble trying to wrap his head around everything. “The card I have stores every credit and any other form of currency I have. Including a few gems that can only be used on Tallian because I forgot to convert them back to credits before I left the planet.”
Okay, he’s got that part. “So how did it understand you?”
Vincent flashes a smile. “You didn’t think I was lying about you needing a translator installed, did you?”
Honestly, Scott had actually completely forgotten about that. But now that he’s been reminded, he’s faced with the fact Vincent already has one. That’s been installed. And there doesn’t seem to be any kind of device sitting around his neck or in his ear. Which means it’s inside his head.
Who put it there? Did Vincent want it, or was he forced to get one?
...what else did they do while they installed it?
For the first time since he found out his best friend was alive, Scott finally takes a good look at Vincent. Under the bright lights of the station where nothing can escape like it can under moonlight or the dim lights on the ship, he takes in his best friend.
The hair that’s longer than he remembers, long enough to be tied back in the ponytail it’s in now. The amber eyes that always could look directly into his soul, though now they don’t burn as brightly as before. The features that can pull a murderous glare or a Cheshire grin haven’t changed, but now they’ve been stained purple.
Scott doesn’t care what his best friend looks like. Didn’t blink an eye when he was told what he assumed to be paint for an elaborate Halloween costume turned out to be something that can never wash away. What matters is if it’s Vincent. The only kid in the entire neighborhood who knocked on the Cawthon’s house to ask if there was a friend he could make. The one person who kept coming back to invite him to the park, the library, an abandoned building despite the vicious insults his parents would hurl unprovoked.
The first and only person to ever ask Scott what he thought and wanted.
So confirming the deep purple color that covers every inch of Vincent isn’t just his imagination or the trick of the light doesn’t make him want to recoil. What does is the thought of what happened to make such a thing possible. He’s not an expert on the effects going to different planets has on the human body, but he’s confident people don’t turn colors strictly from interstellar travel.
“What’s on your mind, Scotty?”
Vincent watches him with interest, genuinely curious what made the shorter stop them in the middle of a busy station just so he can be looked at. And Scott knows that if he were to blatantly ask what his best friend meant when he said he wasn’t entirely human, there wouldn’t be any anger.
“How did you manage to get back home?”
Curiosity is replaced with a blank stare. After a moment, Vincent shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts. Gives a quiet and sad hum. “It’s a long story. Though, it might be a little easier to show than tell.”
Scott’s face twists with confusion, unsure how to respond to such an answer. If Vincent didn’t want to tell him, he wasn’t going to demand it. But being shown how he finally managed to get back to Earth?
...he wasn’t going to literally give his memory, is he? Please tell him Vincent isn’t going to literally show a replay of his memory.
“Okay,” Scott agrees, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Because he’s here for his best friend. If that’s what Vincent wants to do, then that’s what they’ll do. “Whatever you feel comfortable with.”
Vincent chuckles darkly. “That’s something I should be saying to you.”
Scott shivers. “I take it back.”
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The Origins of Martin Maneater (1/3)
Author's Note: Martin Maneater is a character from my story Big Corp Inc. I never gave him a backstory or explained his family lineage, so this story seeks to fill that gap. This is intended to be a standalone piece, and can be read even if you haven't read any of my other works. Enjoy!
Word Count: 4.1k for part 1, 9k overall
Content Warning: Soft fatal unwilling vore (the vore is more for plot/ lore in this story so I tried to keep the descriptions to a minimum)
Today was an exciting day for Martin Maneater. He was turning eight years old. Though the young giant lad didn’t understand the intricacies of adult life or money, he did know that his dad had recently gotten a new job, a job that was much higher paying than his old one. His father had splurged on a fancy new car for himself and lavish clothes and jewelry for his wife. He had promised his son something special for his birthday, so Martin was chomping at the bit all day as he waited for school to end.
When he got home from school, he was ecstatic to see a big stack of presents wrapped up in bright colorful paper, along with a magnificent cake smothered in sweet layers of frosting. With the permission of his parents, he tore into his presents with glee. His dad had bought him a set of toy sports cars, including a miniature version of the real car he bought for himself, and a model airplane kit. Martin loved his new toys. He was also given money to buy whatever he desired later.
“Wow, thank you so much guys!” Martin exclaimed with a wide smile. “This is the best birthday ever!”
“Hold on, son, we still haven’t given you the best part,” his father said as he wrapped his arm around his son. Martin looked up at him questioningly. His father was a tall, strong giant, with dark eyes, neatly groomed, mid-length black hair, and graying stubble on his square chin. Even though he was family, he had a feral intensity to him that always made Martin a bit nervous.
His mother came over and cupped Martin’s chin in her elegant hands, planting a light kiss on his cheek. “I prepared you a special birthday dinner, sweetie,” she clarified in her tranquil voice. His mother was softer around the edges, with silvery eyes and fine silky hair of a lighter shade that flowed down past her shoulders. She guided her son over to the dinner table and sat him down, then left to serve up the meal. His dad sat down with a knowing smile as he placed his cloth napkin in his lap.
Martin bobbed with excitement. He was hungry. He ate well enough, but before his dad got his new job, his family hadn’t been able to afford the best food. Like any other giant, and especially one from the Maneater bloodline, Martin craved meat above all else, as much as he loved sweets and other delicacies. He hoped his mom had prepared a delicious steak, or something equivalent. His mouth watered at the thought.
His mom returned from the kitchen carrying two plates, one for Martin and one for Mr. Maneater. Martin licked his lips when he saw a big slab of meat on the plate with a baked potato and green beans. However, his grin faded when she set the plate down in front of him. He glanced up at his father, who was grinning wolfishly at his own meal. His plate was screaming at him, tiny man screams.
Martin had never seen a human before in real life. He knew they existed, of course. He’d read about them and seen pictures. He’d overheard his parents talking about how delicious they were, but also how hard it was to get ahold of one. They were expensive, and buying and selling humans wasn’t exactly legal. Humans lived in a separate society, away from giants. Yet, here was a human, on his dinner plate.
Martin stared at the human with fascination. She was a tiny girl, about his own age, sitting in his baked potato with a dollop of sour cream. She looked like she could be a classmate of his, if she wasn’t so small. She looked up at Martin with terror, her hazel eyes wide enough for the whites to be visible despite her diminutive size. Her arms and legs were wrapped up in thin twine so that she couldn’t run away. Her mouth gasped open and closed, but unlike the man on his father’s plate, she didn’t make a sound. She frantically gestured complicated signals with her hands that Martin didn’t comprehend.
Martin’s mother walked in holding her own meal, with the squeaky screams of a human woman. The giantess sat down and smiled sweetly at her son. Martin pointed at his plate and asked shakily, “W-what’s this about?”
“Why, Martin! Don’t you know? That’s a human!” She shook her head and sighed. “We haven’t been able to afford any humans to eat until now, so we thought it would be a special surprise for your birthday!”
“Yes, son. Today you’ll finally live up to your famous bloodline as a Maneater,” his father interjected, flashing his teeth. Martin was speechless. He looked back down at the girl, who’d been fixated on him the entire time. His stomach twisted up with revulsion at the thought of eating an innocent little girl like her. He could clearly see that she was a person, just like any other, only smaller. He couldn’t possibly do it. He shook his head slightly in disbelief.
“I know your first time can be a little tricky. Here, let me demonstrate,” Mr. Maneater said. He picked the miniature man off his plate and grabbed his steak knife with his free hand. The man paled, struggling for his life against his bonds.
“No, please!” he cried out. “Don’t eat me! I’ll do anything!” The giant ignored him and cut through the twine with the knife to free his arms and legs.
“I’d recommend removing the thread first, so the limbs are free. That way, you can enjoy the feeling of the human thrashing around in your gut after you swallow it. You can, of course, chew your food if you prefer, but generally the joy of live prey is that… well… it’s alive. It moves. If you bite down, you’ll kill it. So I like to savor on the tongue for a while before swallowing whole.”
Martin gaped in horror as he watched his father put the little screaming man on his tongue and close his mouth around him, muffling his cries. The girl in his potato shed silent tears. The woman on his mom’s plate screeched, “Let him go! Please! Don’t eat him, that’s my husband! No!”
Mrs. Maneater, unbothered by the woman’s pleas, took her own knife and slashed through the threads with the jagged edge. The woman flinched and fought back but failed to deter the giantess from sliding her between her plump red lips with satisfaction. She sucked the residual flavor off her finger with a dreamy gaze. The faces of Martin’s parents smoothed into expressions of sublime ecstasy as they tasted their prey. Martin felt like he would vomit as he observed his father tilt his head back and swallow. He caressed his Adam’s apple as the lump pulsed in his neck and the man plunged down his throat, gone forever. His mother, too, indulged in a luxurious swallow, sighing with pleasure and patting her stomach.
Their eyes turned to Martin expectantly and he gulped, agitated. To do such a thing as devour an innocent little human was unthinkable to him. He gazed down at his meal. She stared back at him with pleading, watery eyes. Martin’s heart bled with sorrow. He couldn’t do it. He considered refusing, but then he thought of the images, now burned into his psyche, of his parents heartlessly consuming the other humans like they were nothing more than snacks. If he refused to eat his human, one of his parents undoubtedly would. Martin repressed a shudder.
He knew what he needed to do, but he wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to do it. His throat tightened as he hesitantly picked up his knife. The girl recoiled and attempted to squirm away like a worm, but Martin coiled his fingers around her, lifting her off his plate. Carefully, so as not to harm her, he removed the twine from her wrists and ankles. Her mouth moved but she made no sound. She signed with her hands desperately. Martin could only assume she was begging for her life.
He swallowed and licked his lips nervously. He had to do this. He realized, if the tiny man and woman had been married, this girl might be their child. She probably just witnessed her parents getting eaten by giants, burdened with the knowledge that he would eat her next. He couldn’t fathom how heart-wrenching and terrifying that must’ve been for her. He must look like a beastly ogre from her perspective.
With this accursed knowledge weighing heavily on his heart, Martin slowly opened his mouth and forced the small girl inside. He closed his jaws and felt her squirming on his tongue. He tried to block out how good she tasted, how hungry he was, how his mouth filled up with saliva in response to her presence. With his parents watching, he pretended to swallow, pushing the girl gently against his teeth with his tongue.
“Mmmmm,” he hummed, feeling like a monster. He made a show of rubbing his stomach. His parents grinned with pride.
“You’re a true Maneater now, Martin,” his father proclaimed. “I’m proud of you, son.” Martin hid his revulsion with an anemic smile. As soon as his parents looked away, he pretended to wipe off his lips and spat the girl out into his napkin. She thrashed with pure survival instinct, forcing Martin to close his hand around her in a fist. He was shaking. If she wormed her way out of his hand and made a run for it, his parents might spot her and catch her. He couldn’t let that happen. He transferred her to his pants pocket. She tried to climb out, but he covered the pocket with his hand so she couldn’t escape.
Martin was grateful that the girl was mute; otherwise, she’d probably be screaming her lungs out and give herself away. He could hardly blame her for being frightened, considering the circumstances. Martin outwardly gave no indication that anything was amiss, as he ate his dinner and birthday cake, but the food seemed to have lost its flavor. He felt like a stone was weighing down his stomach with dread. His birthday was ruined; all the joy was sapped out of him.
The girl in his pocket eventually gave up on trying to escape and stopped fighting. However, he could still feel her trembling with fear against his leg. He did the only thing he could think to do and gingerly cupped his fingers around her through the fabric of his garments. She tensed up. He realized that he was probably just scaring her more and released his hold with a quiet sigh.
“What’s the matter, sweetie? You’ve hardly touched your cake,” Mrs. Maneater remarked. Martin jumped slightly.
“Oh, I’m, uh, just full from my dinner,” Martin stammered, stumbling clumsily over his excuse. He placed a hand over his belly self-consciously, as if his mom could see through his body and tell he was lying. She saw the action and smiled. She assumed he must be appreciating the feeling of the human moving around inside his stomach.
“Can I be excused? I wanna go play with my new cars,” Martin asked.
“Of course,” his mother replied, playfully shooing him away with her hand. Martin jumped out of his seat with the typical energy of an eight year-old boy, but then remembered he needed to be less rowdy with the delicate human in his pocket and walked with deliberate steps to his bedroom, grabbing his toys on the way. He went in his room, closed the door behind him, and dropped his cars on the floor.
His heart was beating hard as he climbed up on his bed and reached his hand into his pocket. The tiny girl jerked away at his touch, but she couldn’t elude his grasp as he pulled her out. She bit his finger, but her microscopic teeth weren’t enough to hurt the giant. Even so, Martin could plainly see she didn’t want to be held, so he placed her on his bed. She sprinted with wild adrenaline, but Martin corralled her away from the edge with his hands so she wouldn’t fall off and hurt herself.
Martin cornered her against the headboard and the wall, in the hopes that she would calm down. He didn’t want to scare her, but he couldn’t avoid it, with the vast size difference. He examined her as she pressed herself into the corner, her tiny chest heaving with panicked breaths. She had shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. He felt guilty as he noticed how damp her hair and clothes were from his saliva. He couldn’t imagine how frightening and disgusting it must’ve been for her, to be inside a giant mouth. He wanted to clean her up and assure her that she was safe, but he doubted she would even let him touch her at this point.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he cooed in what he hoped was a soothing tone. “I’m not going to eat you or hurt you.” No change in demeanor from the girl. “I’m a friendly giant. Um… I’m sorry I had to put you in my mouth and pretend to swallow you. I just did that so my parents wouldn’t eat you instead.”
He wasn’t sure if she was comprehending anything he was saying to her. Her face didn’t change at all, beyond her tormented eyes looking up at his mouth fearfully as he spoke. Martin sighed. “Here, let me just-” He offered his hand to her. She cowered, turning her head against the wall and squeezing her eyes shut as if he were about to smash her. Tears leaked down her cheeks. Martin retracted his hand with a disappointed frown.
He wasn’t sure what to do. Clearly, nothing he said or did would calm her down. He couldn’t just release her; she might get captured by his parents or some other hungry giant. He didn’t know where she lived, and she wouldn’t be able to answer any of his questions. He was stumped. He finally decided to just leave her on the bed. He’d catch her if she tried to jump off, but otherwise would allow her to move around freely as she pleased. He lifted his hands in a placating gesture and climbed off his bed, watching the girl the entire time. She felt his massive movements through the mattress and eyed him warily, trembling.
Martin sat on the floor, waiting to see what would happen. The girl didn’t try to run, nor did she budge from her corner. Martin got bored and eventually started playing with his cars, making car noises as he had them drive around and crash into each other. The human still didn’t make a move. Eventually, the giant child got so engrossed in his imaginary world he forgot about observing her, and focused on his toys instead.
He really liked his new birthday toys. The cars were incredibly realistic, and even had little doors that would open and close on the sides. His favorite was the sporty silver one that looked just like his daddy’s real car. He created a makeshift track for them and had them race around. He grabbed some of his toy soldiers and action figures and had them join in on the fun too. Martin was an imaginative child who loved to play.
The little girl cautiously crept over to the edge of the bed and watched him. The giant bed was too high for her to get down on her own, so she couldn’t get away. At first, since she was so small, Martin didn’t notice her. He pretended to run over a few of his little green soldiers with one of the cars, making epic squishy death noises and motor sounds. He looked up with a stupid smile on his face and froze. His expression dropped when he saw the tiny girl observing him. She tensed up and stared back at him.
For a long, painful moment, neither of them moved. Martin felt his mouth go dry. He bit his lip and let go of the car he was holding, but otherwise didn’t twitch a single muscle. Finally, the little girl signed rapidly with her hands. Martin stared at her blankly. She signed again, the same movements, and then again, slower. Martin frowned, his stormy gray eyes clouding with dejection.
“I’m sorry…” he apologized. “I don’t understand.” The girl looked sad, but nodded with resigned acknowledgement. She tried a different tactic, pointing down at his toys. Martin traced the invisible line down to his cars, looking at them. He puzzled over what she might be trying to convey. “Um…”
His eyes lit up. “You want to play with me?” The girl considered his question, then gave a hesitant nod. Martin nearly leapt to his feet with excitement, but he knew he had to restrain himself. He slowly crawled forward on his hands and knees toward the bed in an effort to look smaller and not frighten the little human. Despite her show of bravery, the tiny human couldn’t stop herself from scooting back in fear as the giant approached her. Martin stopped with a frown, then backed up slightly, straightening into a sitting position.
The girl gulped. Martin could see her little chest pulsing as she breathed hard. He imagined her heart must be palpitating as fast as his right now. He gave her time to collect herself before inching closer again. She stiffened, but didn’t back down this time. Martin came up to the bed with his face level with her, looking over her with wonder as he drank in the finer details that he was able to distinguish up close. She folded her arms around herself self-consciously, shaking as she gazed into the stormy depths of the giant’s gray eyes.
Martin raised his hand, palm up, level with the edge of the bed and gave the girl a kind smile, trying not to show off his teeth. The girl curled her hands against her chest with anxiety as she stared down at his palm. Martin held perfectly still, hardly daring to even breathe. The girl, after fighting an internal battle with her fear, took a timid step forward. Then another. She stepped into Martin’s warm hand. Her tiny feet sank into his pliant skin, making his heart jump. She sat down in his hand, gazing at her surroundings with undisguised amazement.
Martin, too, was amazed, to be holding a miniature person in his palm, her entire being encapsulated by his huge hand. She was fragile and precious, smaller than one of his action figures and far more delicate. He almost forgot about his toys as he examined her, but her clear discomfort with the situation convinced him to set her down on the carpet among his assorted playthings.
The girl resisted the urge to run as her legs quivered beneath her. Martin watched her as she examined the gigantic toys, touching them with her teeny hands and marveling at their size. He held still, so his movements wouldn’t startle her, and tried to speak to her, but she didn’t seem to notice he was talking. He thought it odd that she didn’t respond to his voice at all, regardless of what he said. He subtly moved his hand, outside of her range of vision, and loudly snapped his fingers. No reaction. She didn’t even flinch.
Martin realized she couldn’t hear. She was both deaf and mute. Martin supposed, if she wasn’t, she’d be dead, since her lack of a voice had saved her. He watched quietly as she ran her hand over one of his shiny new cars. He shifted a bit to get her attention and she reflexively recoiled, looking up at him.
“You want to ride in the car?” Martin asked. He reached down to open one of the doors and she jolted away at the giant hand descending towards her. Martin paused. The tiny human placed her hand on her chest to steady herself before creeping forward again. He could tell she was struggling to overcome her instinctive fear. He tried to curb his enthusiasm as he pulled open the little door on the car. The girl leaned in and surveyed the plastic interior before sitting in one of the seats, placing her hands on the diminutive plastic steering wheel. Like a gentleman, Martin closed the door behind her, patting it with his hand.
Martin made sure the girl was settled in before he started to roll the car forward with his hand. The girl’s eyes widened in alarm briefly before she smiled with glee and pretended to drive with the steering wheel. Once he could see she wasn’t afraid, he moved the car faster, making it swoop around corners on an imaginary racetrack. He was having even more fun than before, especially when he could see how happy his new friend was in the driver’s seat. Martin made zooming car noises as he made the toy car go faster and faster.
Unfortunately, as careful as Martin was with the human, he was still a young child. He didn’t know how to handle humans properly, nor was he very gentle with his toys when he played with them. Although it wasn’t his intention to harm his miniature friend, he tended to play roughly by nature. He made the car race in tight circles, laughing and having fun, oblivious that the tiny girl inside was being jostled and bumped around in the hard, unyielding plastic. Even worse, the girl had no way to tell him to stop, since she couldn’t make a sound.
Finally, Martin peered into the car’s windshield and noticed something was amiss, so he stopped. He couldn’t see the girl, since she’d been knocked over. He opened the car door with his finger and she crawled out in a heap. She tried to stand up but stumbled over her feet with dizziness and fell to her knees. Before Martin could react, she retched and vomited on the floor. He leaned down over her and noticed she had purple spots on her arms and legs: bruises. She was injured from the car ride. The giant boy felt a terrible stab of guilt when he realized what he’d done.
Martin gingerly scooped the girl up with his hands and made sure she was facing him before speaking, so she could read his lips. “I’m so, so sorry!” he cried. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you okay?”
The girl gave him a weak smile and flashed him a thumbs-up. Martin sighed in relief, rustling her hair with his breath. He noticed she was still wet from being inside his mouth earlier, and he felt even worse. “Why don’t we go get you cleaned up?” he said awkwardly.
The girl nodded. Martin cautiously opened his bedroom door and peeked out, to make sure the coast was clear, before hurrying across the hall to the bathroom, keeping the human hidden in his cupped hands. He closed the door behind him and did his best to wash the girl off in the sink, fully clothed. He regretted not having any human-sized things such as a change of clothes for her comfort. He dried her off the best he could and returned to his own bedroom.
Martin prepared the girl a place to sleep out of a tissue box and some folded cloth, placing the makeshift bed on his nightstand. When his parents entered his room to wish him goodnight, he hid the girl under his pillow so they wouldn’t discover her. After they left, he put her in the box bed and laid down in his own bed. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking hard.
He didn’t know what he was going to do with the girl. He hoped she wouldn’t try to run away during the night, but he doubted she would. Even if she could somehow climb down to the floor from the nightstand, she had nowhere to go, when she was vulnerable and alone in a giant world. Martin realized he needed to find a way to communicate with her, so he could understand what she was saying. He had a few ideas that he could try to implement at school tomorrow. Eventually, Martin fell asleep, unaware that the human was silently crying herself to sleep next to him.
Part 2
#g/t#giant#giant/tiny#tiny#g/t writing#giant tiny#size difference#g/t fluff#g/t vore#g/t story#g/t fearplay#g/t angst#vore writing#soft vore#v0re#fatal vore#unwilling prey#giantess vore#giantess#macro micro#sfw g/t#sfw vore#gentle giant#nonsexual vore
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Follow up to my previous request, but can you now make the same ‘airplanes in the night sky’ meme with vom, but based off the mordetwi vore image? I can send you the picture for reference if you need it :)
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mordetwi vore but vom
#vom#shitpost#shitpost art#thanks for the ask#i tried to make vasyas insides look bad#it didnt work btw
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send me to angel airplane vore heaven isekai
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There's something VERY FUNNY about my Furaffnity likes being like... Consistently the same even years later.
You are guaranteed!
Human guy enthusiastically fucking a nonhuman thing
Anthro in military gear
Body horror
Bugs
Dinosaurs
Very mawshot heavy vore stuff
Transformation pics and comics
Vampire
Werewolf
Obscure horror game smut art
Knight armor drawn very erotically
Sexy airplane/tank
Demon
Fish
Xenomorph
Deeply sexual blood and gore
Like looking 13 years ago and yup! While there's definitely more genuinely explicit art I fave now, since I'm older and hornier, it's all just the same goddamn thing all the way down.
#thirteen years ago I faved a big lizard fucking a guy#sometimes last month I have faved a big lizard fucking a guy#I have nothing if not very VERY consistent taste#I just learn more about what minutiae that taste entails#dirgeforworms
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since we're talking fetishes i thought for years the reason people liked airplane furries/aeromorphs was for the vore potential (since they would temporarily have smaller people inside them) but apparently it isn't???
oh no some people just think airplanes are sexy and i don't get it personally but i do understand the concept kinda
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tiny workers masterlist (1/2)
⚠️ some of these posts contain vore discussion!
original post
worker worldbuilding
payment
renting tinies
noms
expanding the land + favoritism
more favoritism + crimeboys
sbi + boss
days off + new people
origin stories + housing
trains + boss
escape rooms
technoblade
sbi + kristen + noms
where's waldo
maze
holidays + worker dynamics
attraction concept masterlist (not updated)
laser tag + bumper cars + dnd
anti-tinies + illegal contrabands
natural disasters
misinterpretation -> free massage
crimeboys hc
trampoline park + hamsters
car rides
themed attractions
drones-turned-airplanes
dudududu + crimes
waterpark worldbuilding
vague summary of au
legos
workers working
poster concept(s)
tea house/cafe
food + hospitality
uniform concepts
tinies being...tinies
petting zoos
tiny health care
headcannons/scenarios
injuries + crimes
ezephr concept (3'd absolute amazing psycho of an oc :D)
background character form
dream discussion
getting stuck
park entrance concept
tiktok
bunker idea
(check reblogs for more !!)
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sideblog of https://cathartidaemadness.tumblr.com/ specifically centered around furry stuff <3
this is a MAINLY sfw blog; however, there will be slightly suggestive posts (including bikinis/lingerie, slight bondage, nudity where nothing explicit is shown, SFW vore, etc). 18+ viewers only thank you.
this blog contains furry stuff, but also therian and other -kin type stuff! i apologize if i offend anyone by tagging things as ‘furry’, it’s just for my own ease of tagging
blog is currently themed around my caribou fursona, Juneau, who has a chocolate and roses theme
my fursonas here
tagging system under the cut :]
#own post - posts made by me :3
#furry - furry stuff (the line is blurred between furry, therian, and animal-kin stuff on this blog)
format: #art, #writing, #photos, #gifs, #comic ↪ #fursuit, #sculptures, #crafts, #bracelets, #music
people tags: #patricia taxxon, #bonegloss, #alexander panos, #nascent
species: 🐕 canines: #dog, #fox, #wolf, #maned wolf, #fennec fox, #coyote #husky, #shiba, #african wild dog, #nova scotia duck tolling retriever, #bernese mountain dog, #leonberger, #bull terrier, #beauceron, #hovawart, #australian shepherd, #mastiff, #mudi, #papillon, #doberman #werewolf, #lycan, #hellhound 🐈felines: #cat, #lion, #tiger, #leopard 🐟water species: #shark, #fish, #sea slug, #axolotl, #beluga, #seal, #otter #koi, 🐦avians: #bird, #goose, #duck #pied falconet, 🐛insects: #bug, #bee, #butterfly, #moth, #snail, #slug 🤖robotic: #robot, #protogen, #phonodroid 🔧inorganic: #plushie, #pooltoy, #airplane, #ferrofluid, #angel, #alien, #taur, #clip, #food 💕hybrids/combos: #airplane dragon, #shark dog, #fish dog 🐉fantasy: #dragon, #jackalope, #satyr, #dutch angel dragon, 🎲other: #bunny, #deer, #goat, #bear, #hyena, #possum, #mouse, #rat, #cow, #sheep, #giraffe, #kangaroo, #ram, #dinosaur, #ferret, #pangolin, #tanuki
fandoms (?): #pokemon ↪ #vaporeon, #sylveon, #eevee, #jolteon, #arcanine #palworld ↪ #quivern #wof ↪ ##seawing #sonic
pride: #trans, #nonbinary, #genderfluid, #gay, #bisexual, #pansexual, #lesbian, #demisexual, #aro/ace, #asexual, #aromantic, #demiromantic #pronouns
other: #disabled, #disability #hypnosis #paws, #barking, #collars,
work on later: #species unknown, #i think? - i need to go research to find out these species for certain #ah…. i’m shaped like this i think :3 - art that i think represents my body type :3
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Captain Elaine Swallowed by Tick Tock
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Better still; the reason everyone thinks Shen Jiu is the one who wrote birb!Shen Yuan's book is because Shen Jiu HAS published works under his parrot's name before. Its just that all of those were counter-essays to someone else's published work, which is a scholar's way of insulting someone with "You're argument so stupid even animals can see what's wrong with it."
Lol how is Shen Jiu supposed to explain the section of Shen Yuan complaining about all the (bad) dirty talking the Five Tailed Fierce Robins engage in and comparing it against the Anxiously Hungry Flesh Eating Squirrels' vore-focused dirty talk?
Yes, even Airplane's creatures engage in poorly written dirty talk and papapa. Shen Yuan doesn't know why he expected better.
Anyways, Shen Yuan's book has a very very detailed section on mating that goes into far too much information about dick sizes, the actual act of sex itself, the bucket of cum that's produced, the dirty talk and other acts of sexual engagement that might be involved before Shen Yuan even gets to the pregnancy part.
Shen Jiu doesn't know who is trying to ruin his reputation by sticking his emotional support parrot's name on it, but he's ready to kill the guilty parties.
And Yue Qingyuan is (naturally) ready to support him.
[More in the #shen qingqiu has an emotional support parrot and hijinks happen au]
#shen yuan#svsss ideas#svsss#svsss au#scumbag self saving system#shen qingqiu#shen jiu#parrot#luo binghe#shen qingqiu has an emotional support parrot and hijinks happen au
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I’ve seen talk of preds and prey saving money on airplane tickets by having the prey ride along inside the pred, but I think what you guys don’t realize is that, in a world where vore is at least somewhat common, that would totally be made illegal. or at least, against airline policy
why? 1, airlines want your money. if people are finding ways around spending as much on seats as possible, they’d obviously try and prevent those methods. 2, airport security. if you can smuggle a whole person onto a plane, what else could you possibly be hiding? everyone’s gotta get scanned separately, and if you’re getting scanned separately, they know you’re there, and you’ve gotta pay for your own seat anyway, so why bother.
imagine though, in a world where noms are common, everyone thinks they’re so smart, saving money on tickets by hiding the prey away in a belly, and then the pred goes through the airport scanner and the tsa agents just sigh and lead them away to a little tray/tub set aside specifically for this purpose, and they send the prey back because there’s no time to get them a ticket at this point, and the pred just follows along dejectedly
howeverrrr, if there’s an actual like, medical or safety reason for the prey to have to be in a pred while traveling, or if they just prefer to use noms while traveling and happen to be rich, there could be special permits for a pred to carry a passenger with them onto the plane. and/or reduced price tickets for the prey so that the airlines can still make money without expending an actual seat
y’all just aren’t putting enough thought into all the little details, smh my head /lh
#vore talk#soft vore#safe vore#size is whatever you wnat#extreme cuddling#mind my DNI peeps#don't feel like putting the whole thing here so meh#yes I'm still around#just had a silly idea so I had to write it
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People have got to stop sending local airport asks about airplanes eating or otherwise ingesting humans i am not getting tricked into this vore shit man I've been on the internet before
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I really liked when that marvel guy said that the teenage girls who wanted his character and the other male character to kiss were race fetishists and actually homophobic for wanting it because "real" gay stories with gay characters exist.
Cuz these straight guys get to jerk it to hot underage teenage girl fucks her stepdad porn, and sexualize 13 year old female starlets, and compare the tit sizes of every Hollywood actress.
Yet how dare these disgusting teenage girls and women ship two grown ass men, and imagine them falling in love...and holding hands...and tenderly making love in an airplane...anyway, I'm going to xvideos to watch barely legal gangbang watersports felching vore porn.
Fucking teenage girls and their disgusting kinks and their revolting desire to see two men falling in love.
Should be locked up.
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ommmgggg just read that ask ! give us more symbiotic powers during sex Head Canons !
Okay! Y’all asked for it! I am sorry but also not sorry if this is not coherent to anyone else but me but I have a lot of thoughts so this is long, again Nonnie you asked for this. I’m also on mobile and it would be a pain in the ass to put a read-more so sorry about that as well!
(Please note mun has only seen the movie and read a few snippets of the comics regarding Venom so these are completely made up out of mun’s mind and not part of any universe except my own lololol. I also refer to Venom as he/him.)
Symbiote Powers During Sex - Head Canons!
-Before we talk about anything else!!!!! Venom’s species reproduce asexually, so he does not inherently understand copulation between humans nor does he understand the pleasurable aspects of sex. He has Eddie’s memories but that is not the same (will explain later) and understands that is how Earth is populated, but regularly scolds Eddie for being weak to others’ sexuality and needing the human connection in order to survive, constantly criticizes humans for being overly-emotional life forms. Eddie has also not had sex or has had daydreams or wet dreams about having sex with Venom.
-Let’s talk about long distance. This symbiote can stretch out pretty far from Eddie’s body so if his partner/SO/lover/whatever is in another room entirely, small tendrils or even larger tentacles can be used to do whatever.
-Speaking of what the tendrils, tentacles can do, here’s a few suggestions: licking, sucking (with little suction cups like an octopus), biting, tugging, vibrating!!! You name it, Venom can probably do it and with more than one tendril/tentacle at a time.
-Don’t even get me started on texture!! But let’s— Venom’s mass is cool and slick to the touch, but not sticky or too goopy. He does produce a substance so that in his constant shape-shifting, he doesn’t create too much heat from the friction so this could be used as a sexual lubrication. He also produces saliva that is similar to the lube but thicker and a little more sticky. ANYWAY, these tendrils/tentacles can be ribbed, bumpy, ultra smooth, and textured after a real penis (most likely Eddie’s but he’s been in other humans before Eddie so it might sorta be an amalgamation of multiple) among other textures I haven’t even mentioned!
-Foreplay (long distance or not) - tendrils and tentacles EVERYWHERE. Humans (usually) have two hands and two arms— Eddie can only do so much!! But Venom can do anything, literally anything with whatever amount of mass he’d like to use. Multiple tendrils can come together to make one tentacle or one tentacle can be split into multiple tendrils depending on the partner(s) pleasure— yes I said multiple, we’ve got a poly-alien on our hands. The more the merrier but Eddie gets tired so keep that in mind. This also means that he can fashion himself (or even Eddie’s member 👀) after all of those sick-looking Bad Dragon-esque dildos (more on that later).
-Sex can be as spontaneous or as regular as Eddie and the partner(s) and Venom want it to be, but Venom can read Eddie’s mind (and vice versa, sorta) so if Eddie thinks of something Venom may not even hesitate to go ahead and do it. Consent is always key of course!!!
-First time with a partner(s), Venom will most likely stay in the background of Eddie’s mind to experience it happen in real time. He has access to all of Eddie’s memories but it’s something else entirely to be feeling the actual act rather than watching it. Symbiotes are really observant, which gives them the ability to make quick decisions to get the upper hand, so this translates over to sexual acts.
-For Eddie’s sake, Venom prefers if the partner asks or allows Venom to participate. Venom may get more touchy-feely with the partner(s) as time goes on if the physical aspect hasn’t been introduced yet.
-Eddie is up to try anything once. Venom will do anything without hesitation, which could lead to some negative sexual experiences for either side or both if it isn’t handled right.
-To piggy-back off that, Venom does not understand aftercare. In the beginning, if Venom is too rough, Eddie is the one that has to do the aftercare. It may cause some tension between him and Eddie and the partner(s), but more conversations about what’s expected is always a healthy way to approach boundaries and future sexual endeavors! Soon he’ll start to get it, but it will be rough going at first.
-Once a boundary/sexual relationship has been established, Venom will become possessive of said partner(s). He will also touch the partner(s) in public where he knows he won’t get caught and if the partner(s) get into a position where others want to possess the partner(s), Venom will then mark the partner(s) in a place so that others know that they belong to him. And Eddie.
-Venom has observed Earth animals and their mating behaviors (either through personal experience or watching the Discovery channel while Eddie’s sleeping), so he knows that humans do not have a mating season. He does not experience heats or ruts but can pick up on human’s fluctuation hormones and pheromones enough to know when someone is aroused.
-Does Venom orgasm? Yes, I think he does. Just like a xenomorph, I HC that Venom inherits traits from the beings he has been in before. Being in Eddie for so long, he would then adapt the ability to orgasm. When he does, his mass shifts like it does when he hears higher frequencies (see the scene with the airplane and the MRI machine) and he gets a bit feral.
-Does Venom ejaculate? As a symbiote, no. But when he decides that he wants to, he uses Eddie’s cum (whether or not he has to manipulate Eddie’s body to produce more), but this also means that if he has sex with a fertile partner, that baby(ies) will not have symbiotes in them in utero. In order for baby to have a symbiote, he would have to make one but that’s a long story.
-Am I getting a little too lost in the woods here? Maybe I should rapid-fire a few to get my brain straight
-Venom can pin the partner down by any body part and basically anywhere. Weight and size don’t even matter in this context, and Y’ALL HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR CHUBBY PARTS OR ANYTHING YOU HAVE INSECURITIES ABOUT. GENDER ALSO DOESN’T MATTER AT ALL. Whatever he can tease to pull another moan out of you is exactly what he wants.
-He can also LIFT YOU IN THE AIR. I REPEAT— LIFT YOU UP IN THE AIR AND USE YOU AS A FLESHLIGHT. For multiple holes as well.
-Biting— lots of biting. Can draw blood (again, see boundaries) from the body and clean you up afterwards.
-Breath play, choking, blood play, knife play (like he can draw blood from you himself), whipping (think about all those textures!), etc
-If he has too much energy and he can’t use it all on you because he knows he can snap you like a twig, his tendrils can crack like whips around him so don’t be scared! He’s just really excited.
-THE TONGUE. I guess I have to explain this one a little bit but just imagine his tongue as whatever you want it to do, just like the tendrils and the tentacles. Wrapped around a clit, vibrating, corkscrewed around a cock and balls, etc
-Saliva literally everywhere. He doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.
-He may not talk to the partner much but when he does, it’s usually very like proper and straight-forward. As in “You may orgasm now” or “We can feel that you are close to your peak” etc
-PET NAMES. He likes calling you Little One
-Pet names for him? He prefers being called Venom because like duh that’s his name and he doesn’t understand the pet name at first. Whatever the partner(s) is/are comfortable with calling him, he will respond to it after a while. Maybe even get an ego boost from it.
-Is there anything he doesn’t like to do? YES. Vore— sorry y’all. Even if the partner can regenerate, that’s not something I as a writer am comfortable with writing. In other universes, maybe.
Okay so I’m going to stop there or I’ll be here all day. I’m sure I’ll think of some more but if there are any specific scenarios, please ask!! Anon is on so feel free to submit whatever your heart desires!
#venom#venom movie#ask blog#rp blog#symbrock#we are venom#marvel#mcu#venom let there be carnage#tom hardy#Eddie Brock#Eddie and Venom#Venom and Eddie#tw: mentions of vore#tw: blood#headcannon#sex headcannon#symbiote sex headcannon
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