#from the Vore Hoard

[consumable-connie]

Pred deciding to make a app called "Dash Door", advertized as the reverse of Door Dash where the customers are the food.

[uwusillygirl]

UWUSILLYGIRL’S SECOND ANNUAL GNARLY, NICHE, ANNOTATED, PERVERSE LIL KINKTOBER EXTRAVAGANZA!!!

myself and some of the most delightful perverts i know gathered at our local pervert chapter to curate a particularly delightful (in my humble sicko opinion!) collection of kinktober prompts. some are repeats, some are new, and we wanted to give everyone plenty of time to get disgusting with it. 

the below passage is from last year’s post, and remains true: “what i want most is for this shit to be fun and messy and flexible. being involved can include a cohesive story, it can be a bunch of blurbs, it can be just one sentence a prompt, or some other artistic interpretation! 

i wanted to try and bring in some trickier/lesser tapped into kink prompts (in fact, i am nervous about writing some of these), and not all of them are kink-based, some are scenario based or kink-adjacent. these are also so, so open to interpretation! please go at ‘em however you want. (and if you’re totally stuck and just wanna write pee-pee stuff post-Hoard trailer for 31 days, i will still read your shit and cheer you on. henry winkler “i love you, you’re beautiful” GIF etc. etc.)”

have fun, write what you want, don’t write what you don’t want (i think i have included some more squicks this year, so tread lightly when it’s not for you!), get nasty. prompts and notes below the cut!

anal (duh) 

feet part two (last year i don’t think i read a single footjob. i’m not saying this is assigned homework but what if it was) 

watersports (pee stuff! for all my friends! perhaps if squeamish you can interpret it as them fucking on water skis! it’s not my business how you work!

hybristophilia part two (if you don’t recall, this is a fetish for criminals!) 

intoxicated sex (stoned sex! drunk sex! maybe they finally get to have the ketamine fuck we never got to see!) 

cockwarming (perhaps self-explanatory. less of the fucking part, more of the dick just being inside <3 romance) 

hypno kink part two (horny hypnosis!)

service topping (topping/domming because your other partner likes it! as an act of service!) 

religious play (maybe it’s a church confessional! maybe chrissy is a nun! maybe they’re both nuns!) 

sex pollen (i have never written sex pollen and have read very little but i do like the idea that magic dust can make you go nuts and crazy sexual style) 

gender bend part two (make them dykes? for me?) 

dubcon (dubious consent!!! an icky sticky in between situation!!! not quite a no, not quite a yes!!!) 

tentacles (tentacle sex! tentacle porn! as pointed out by a friend, there are literally tentacles on the show …) 

outdoors (have them have sex outside! tie them to a tree like that one part in secretary! take them camping!) 

financial domination (getting off on the process of giving someone money/taking someone’s money! a fetish classic!) 

medical play (maybe someone’s a nurse! maybe there’s just a stethoscope laying around! idk!) 

sex work part two (sex or sex related acts for $, you know the drill) 

bloodplay (knives! bloody noses! idk!) 

pregnancy/breeding kink (getting turned on by the idea of getting knocked up or getting someone knocked up! getting turned on by someone being pregnant!) 

interrogation/coercion (one of our more meta picks for this kinktober! accessing or coaxing information out of someone through sexual means!) 

bondage (i have no idea how i didn’t include this one last time! good old fashioned tying someone up!) 

ghost fucking part two (let’s fuck some ghosts y’all. let’s bend the laws of physics and shit) 

cannibalism/vore/consumption (i recently read tina horn’s why are people into that?: a cultural investigation of kink and the chapter on cannibalism was so good. so i’m adding this as a treat) 

power imbalance (shaky middle grounds! no-no relationships! professor and student/employee and employer kinda deal!) 

all on one (the pervert council and i struggled to know how to define this, but basically it’s like a gangbang where the focus is entirely on one singular person? you know what i mean? talk amongst yourselves idk) 

foreign object insertion (what if something that shouldn’t go in there … went in there … as a treat …) 

sex toy wearing (strap ons, cock rings, lovense, undies, whatever)

exhibitionism (some form of sex where someone else can perhaps see!) 

cumplay (cum in someone! cum on someone! cum being consumed! cum being where it should not! cum being where it should!) 

impact play (defined most broadly as a BDSM practice where someone derives pleasure by being struck by someone else. think caning, hitting, spanking, paddling!) 

free space (do what you like! be free! and if you need a prompt, who’s ever going to say no to a good old fashioned free use blurb?) 

[the-corvid-prince]

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「 ✦ Corvid — he / it — no they ✦ 」

↬ artist, furry, therian ↫

「 digital art ~ ceramics ~ oil pastels ~ mixed media 」

↬commissions open, trades open, requests open. details beneath cut

「 fur affinity ~ toyhouse ~ flight rising 」

About Me

01. I'm queer, trans, nonbinary, and intersex (herm/hermaphrodite is a slur, stop using it!!)

02. I'm Deaf and a wheelchair user.

03. I'm a therian, I am primarily a crow and secondarily a gray fox. I've been part of the alterhuman community for 9 years!

04. I am a furry and have been for 10 years!

Sedona

↬ My fursona

[ID: a two sided reference sheet of an anthro gray fox. he has a stylized version of real gray fox markings. in the center is a small DeafBlind cane and two black hearing aids. text says "Sedona he/him gray fox DeafBlind" watermarks on both sides of him say "NOT FOR SALE" at the bottom text says "FA: thecorvidprince Tumblr: the-corvid-prince"]

Commissions

01. Sedona is a gray fox (like me!)

02. Sedona can also be drawn with forearm crutches or a rigid wheelchair

Blog directory

@deafvampyre - main blog

@wheelie-sick - politics & disability blog

@foxhole-tarot - tarot blog

@corvid-isnt-a-person - nonhuman blog

Reference Sheet - $50+

2 view reference sheet + accessories

+ $10 for an extra view

+ $4 per outfit miniature or 3 for $10

Full Body - $30+ per character

-> May charge more for complex characters

Half Body - $15 per character

Headshot - $7 per character

Will draw: any animal, humans, mythical creatures, fat characters, disabled characters, some suggestive poses (case by case basis), complex poses

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I do not do commissions for minors.

I currently only accept cash app for payment

DM me for details

Art Trades

I don't care much about skill level, I love having art of my characters and I hoard it like a dragon. don't be shy with asking

Same will draw won't draw rules from above apply here

DM me for details

Requests

When requests are open they are done on a case by case basis. requests being open does not guarantee that you will get art from me

You can make suggestions for how I draw your character and I will listen to any "don'ts" but there's a fair chance I will just do what I'm inspired to do

If you want to guarantee that you will get art from me or you want control over how I draw your character then commission me or do an art trade with me

Send requests to my inbox

[nobodywritingao3]

Cold Love

masterpost

Wilbur is a dragon, his most wellkept secret. Tommy finds out so he brings him back to his hoard in the mountains.

CW: - vore

title taken from Cold Love by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

word count: 1.7k 🐉 read it on AO3

"Let me go," Tommy spits out. Despite his aggression, there's a fearful, panicky air about him that sends pangs into Wilbur's chest.

"Toms, come on. You know me - you know I'd never hurt you." He wrestles him into the ground, easily pinning him to the dirt without having to exert real effort.

Tommy's arms shake from the effort of trying to fight him off. Wilbur is almost relaxed above him, a slight frown on his face as he easily presses the boy down. The more he tries to fight and the more he sees how futile it is, the more his hostility slips into abject terror.

"Wilbur, please." His voice cracks and he starts to go limp. He blinks back tears. "I won't tell a soul. Your secret is safe, just let me go. I'll disappear, and you'll never hear from me again."

No. No, he doesn't want that at all -

And something must show on his face too, because Tommy's eyes widen at his reaction, and he starts to writhe again, sobs building in his chest.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I don't - I didn't - "

"Hush."

He falls dead silent, tears still streaming down the sides of his face.

"You're fine," Wilbur murmurs to him, trying to imbue his words with as much love as he can. "Everything's going to be fine, okay?"

He starts to stand, pulling Tommy up with him as he goes.

He's tense in his arms, but Wilbur remains gentle.

As soon as they're both standing up, Tommy lurches away from him, but he's not fast enough.

Wilbur pulls him close, his arms still loose around Tommy. "Were you trying to catch me off guard?"

Tommy is sobbing and yelling and hitting at his chest, but he doesn't react.

"I... what are you doing? You - you know I'm much stronger than humans, sweetheart, you've got to stop fighting me."

He breaks down in his arms and tries to fall to the ground, but Wilbur catches him and holds, staring at him in puzzlement.

"How do I make this better?" He asks, almost blankly.

Tommy is still crying. "You - you ate the mayor," he whimpers. "You burned half the village to the ground. You burned the orphanage to the ground. You killed Phil and Tech - "

Wilbur swallows a lump in his throat and shoves down rising feelings of guilt. "I did what I had to do. I ate the mayor, I destroyed your village, including the orphanage. But how else could I get you?" He brushes a strand of hair from Tommy's eyes. "All that paperwork... it's easier if they think you perished in the fire. And for the record - " he conspiratorially winks at Tommy, trying to get humor him, "Phil and Techno are just fine."

He doesn't wait for a response, closing his eyes and starting to shift. He pays extra mind to Tommy's position in his arms. The change is done in seconds, and when he opens his eyes again, Tommy's just a tiny little thing lying between his clawed paws.

"Treasure," he purrs irreverently. "My little human - let's get you taken care of, yeah?"

Tommy stares up at him with wide eyes, completely frozen on the ground.

Wilbur wastes no time in leaning down and swallowing Tommy. He screams and kicks as he goes down the throat, but Wilbur's body was designed to eat live prey. Functionally speaking at least, Tommy is no different from the deer or tigers or knights he regularly eats.

He hums contentedly as Tommy settles into his brood pouch. It's padded out so he can be rough as he wants in there and it won't hurt either of them (and let it be said that he is trying very hard to hurt Wilbur).

"You're safe now, Tommy. Let's get you back to the rest of my hoard." He purrs again, a burst of delight in his chest. "I've waited so long to get you with the rest of my collection. Bit of a shame that you found out this way, but I'm a little glad too. I was going to reveal myself in a few months, but now I don't have to wait."

He spreads his wings and takes flight towards the treacherous mountains. Only the royals' finest knights could traverse the landscape, and even then, they were so tired and cold from the trip that their hands could barely grip the hilts of their swords.

He lands in the entrance and strides in. Techno and Phil sit idly on a pile of gold coins, chatting away, but as soon as their eyes land on him, they avert their gazes and seem to wilt. He's learned not to take it to heart - they've gotten better about managing their fear of him in the past few months since he added them to his hoard, and he's sure that as the years progress, all three of his humans will come around again.

He leans over Techno and Phil and opens his mouth up, finding it just the teeniest bit funny when they flinch back and start to plead with him not eat them. He brings out Tommy, letting the boy gently fall onto the two men below.

He sits back and admires them, a happy sound growing in the back of his throat.

"Finally," he says dreamily, "I have all three of you."

He shifts back into his human form and saunters up to them, ignoring how Tommy flinches backwards into Techno and Phil.

Phil pulls Tommy into his arms and starts to soothingly rub circles into his shoulder. "Wilbur, you're scaring him."

He shrugs nonchalantly. "You were scared too, in the beginning. He'll get over it soon - you all will - and then you'll be a proper part of my hoard."

Phil and Technoblade share a glance that he doesn't bother to decipher.

"Your hoard... what does that mean?" Techno asks slowly.

Wilbur grins brightly at him. "My collection! My treasure - it means you're mine now."

Tommy stares at him slack-jawed.

"Why us?" It seems like it slips out of Phil's mouth, something he says before he has a chance to apply a filter. But Wilbur doesn't mind answering.

"Techno is my twin, Tommy is my little brother, and you're my father." Those are all the human words for the familial terms, so they should understand.

Phil bites his lip. "Wil... we love you, but you can't - "

"I can do whatever I want," he cuts in, his voice edged with aggression.

Phil falls silent.

Wilbur smiles at him again. "Do you have anymore questions?"

Techno awkwardly coughs. "I hate to be the bearer of the obvious, but humans don't live as long as dragons. We're a lot less hearty, and you've stationed us on Dead Man's Hill. Because that's the name of this mountain, Wilbur - Dead Man's Hill. Are you sure you don't want to take us somewhere else?"

He feels his expression darken. "That won't be an issue. You're my hoard now. Which means your life force is tied to mine, and all three of your aging processes have stopped. If I'm to die - if - then you'll begin to age again." He turns a steely eye to Techno's. "And we will leave this mountain. But only when I know you won't try to do something silly, like leave me."

Techno nods, avoiding his eyes. "Sounds good."

"It does, doesn't it?" He agrees happily. "Now that I've taken Tommy, my collection is complete."

"Sorry - sorry, what the fuck?" Tommy chimes in, finally having found his voice.

Techno lowers his voice and says into his ear, "Wilbur is a dragon and he's keeping us now."

Tommy stares at him. "I thought you were fucking dead."

"Mm, me too," he says dryly. "But I'm not. I'm just the adopted twin brother of a dragon."

"Did you know?!" Tommy asks, sitting up and stumbling away from them.

Wilbur watches him curiously, fondly noting as he tips backward into a stack of gold coins.

"Did they know what?"

"What do you - what do you fucking think, Wilbur?!" He screeches.

Wilbur smiles, and lets himself shift again. Tommy flinches away as he approaches but he doesn't mind, picking him up in his mouth and plopping him back down next to Phil and Techno.

"They didn't know," he says soothingly, gazing down at them. He curls his tail loosely around their little group, forming a protective barrier. Or a cage.

Techno slides an arm around Tommy's shoulders. "Trust me," he murmurs, "if we had known, we never would have let you - " he cuts himself off, seeming to stiffen as his eyes nervously dart up to Wilbur. "We didn't know," he concedes.

Wilbur laughs lightly. "Can you imagine if you had? You never would have been my friend! And Phil never would have taken both of us in. I had to lie."

There's a look on Phil's face that he can't decipher. "Wilbur... I would have. Of course I would have," he says gently. His words carry weight, but the meaning behind it is unidentifiable to Wilbur.

"No," he says simply. "So it's a good thing I lied. Because the years passed and you realized how much you loved me, and now that you know I'm a dragon, you won't leave."

A sharp wave of paranoid insecurity strikes through his chest. "I don't think you'll leave," he mutters in afterthought, his tail slightly tensing around them.

Technoblade looks conflicted. "We love you for you, your being a dragon doesn't change that."

Wilbur frowns down at him, puffing a plume of smoke out. "Why are you saying that?"

"What - what do you mean?"

"We aren't leaving this mountain, Techno. I'm not that stupid."

A look of surprise crosses his face. He's a good actor, Wilbur decides. "I wasn't saying that to trick you, we do love - "

"I know you do!" Wilbur sharply cuts in. "Because I spent years bonding with you as a human. And now that you know I'm a dragon, it doesn't matter!" He gives them a smile with his large, sharp teeth. He ignores how forced it feels. He ignores how it feels like he's trying to convince himself more than them.

Phil looks at him with a pained expression. "Mate - "

"You're a little scared right now, but that's fine," he purrs, cutting him off. "We have the rest of time for you to love me like you used to. You weren't supposed to find out, but you have, and that's fine. I'll just keep you here. I'll just keep you here, and we can be a proper family."

He nuzzles the three of them with his snout, ignoring how they flinch away from him. "I love you!" he exclaims. "And you love me. So everything is fine. It's fine."

~ ~ ~

🏷️: @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @flowers-of-plenty @gracideaviolet

hope you enjoyed :3

[sugar-softies]

you know how dragons like to eat gems/shiny things? maybe the minerals make them gain fast.....or theres some object vore ideas to be had there

maybe a mage/unicorn/dragon bf who can produce all the gems he would want. idk

The dragon was, not by natural design but rather through human intervention, a large and lazy thing.

It started when, back in the dragon's more muscular days, it had saved the kingdom's princess from kidnappers. The king had sent a nice thank you gift, and coincidentally that year the harvest was exceptionally good.

Thus, the superstitious humans decided the more they offered to the dragon the better their kingdom would be. Offerings rolled in: gold, jewels, but mainly livestock. As the dragon's hoard grew, so did its body, until its belly scraped the ground as it waddled and it lost the ability to fly.

Of course, that would soon seem so small in comparison.

"We are proud to offer ten cows, the finest from the local farms!"

The dragon regarded the diplomat with boredom, laying atop a pile of treasure and watching as the profession of offerings was brought in.

"We hope you enjoy them, and see fit to-" the diplomat was cut off by crunching bone and gulping as the dragon made short work of the cows. The most exercise it got these days was lowering its head to snap up dinner. 

"Um… well… and the king also sends his mage with a gift!" The diplomat stood aside, allowing a thin man with thick brown hair and a nervous demeanor to step up.

"Um, my gift, your gloriousness…" he said. "Is magic."

"I have plenty of my own magic," the dragon said dismissively.

"Oh, no, I mean the gift is enchanted not-" the mage cleared his throat and lifted up a gleaming gem.

Or rather, several gems, round and purple, gathered together to appear like a bunch of grapes, with emerald leaves.

"Edible treasure," he said. "Because you've grown too heavy to hunt-"

The dragon growled a little, eyes narrowing.

The mage paled. "Um, well- you see- I thought it might make things easier for you if you had a way to make sure you never go hungry." The dragon picked up the gems as the mage continued to explain, and waved the diplomat off, wanting to be alone with this clever and considerate gift giver.

"One gem alone is enough to fill your stomach complet-" the mage paled again as the dragon opened its maw and dropped the whole bunch down its gullet. "Oh… oh no um… that's too much-"

The dragon's stomach gurgled and groaned before starting to rapidly expand.

The dragon let out a surprised sound as its belly swelled, its legs grew thicker and heavier as did its tail. Chins multiplied and its neck thickened so fat it could barely move its head up and down anymore. 

At the end, its feet barely touched the ground, its legs pushed wide by the enormous squishy gut that threatened to lift the dragon entirely off the ground. Its wings, which had already been useless at its former weight, looked comically small now.

The mage stared with wide eyes as the dragon struggled with its new weight.

"I'm sorry! I should have warned you faster!" He threw himself into a bow on the ground, only to be startled as he was lifted back up to his feet.

"How soon can you make more?" The dragon asked, flopping onto its side and rubbing its belly happily. "I've never felt so full… I'm going to take a nap, and you're going to enchant the treasure in this cave."

"All of it?" The mage's heart pounded as he looked around at all the treasure.

"All of it." The dragon gave the mage a look that was either lustful or possessive, and honestly the mage liked either option a whole lot.

[boycrazedboy]

Can't stop thinking about an alternate world where basically everyone can do vore, in a similar way to how everyone technically can commit theft or vandalism at any time, only with some evolutionary differences to make the act physically possible.

And in that world, vore is controversial as fuck.

Some cultures consider it a "barbaric" practice and have long banned it, training kids while young to not do it. Some others consider it a right, a biological necessity, even, especially for teenagers and young adults who are the most prone to impulsively eating their peers. So while it is discouraged - for instance, you'll be expelled from a college/university if you are found to repeatedly eat other students- you won't go to jail for it.

Many places have spiritual and cultural practices which manage the number and frequency of those eaten, but in a world of secularisation, what is there to stop people from eating others? Or make them?

The studies are very conflicting over whether or not vore is biologically necessary. While many suggest it contributes to mental well-being, whether it is better for physical health vs. just eating a balanced diet is a matter of ongoing debate.

People may have more children to compensate, expecting at least one to be eaten at some point. Given how large humans can stretch to eat, it means people can safely be pregnant with far more kids, so sextuplets aren't unusual. Perhaps to ensure their safety, humans come out a little more developed; so pregnancies can last far longer depending on certain circumstances. Pregnancies lasting three years or more are not usual.

Maybe you live in a country where it's legal to vore, but highly disapproved. Maybe in your university you might get expelled for slipping up even once. But maybe a fellow student is from a family which donates so much to the university that they couldn't expel a member of that family even if they wanted to. Even if that "kid" is literally eating their way through the rest of the student body.

Even though our bodies are designed to cope with the massive, simultaneous influx of meat, maybe they aren't designed to keep going as normal when digesting. Maybe predators can't actually support the weight of their bellies unless they work out enough to do that. Or maybe they hibernate. Or maybe mobility devices for preds are common- wheeled platforms, modified rollators, spacious scooters, and reinforced wheelchairs are available to whoever can afford them.

There might be regular protests outside of businesses which refuse to deal with an out-of-control predator. Or outside of government buildings to make the practice illegal. Or maybe in places where it's completely banned, hoards of "would-be"* predators are the ones protesting.

*let's be real, if you had the ability, would the law stop you?

Maybe people take holidays to places in which vore is legal, leading to an initial population drop, but then a massive influx of cash when the locals figure out how to exclusively pit the tourists against eachother. Maybe some locals even specialize in pickpocketing the meat-drunk preds when they're too busy eating or basking in the glow of fullness to notice their wallet being pinched.

Maybe in some places public vore is treated like exhibitionism, so it's only legal in private.

Maybe in others, the prey needs to consent, leading to a huge and impossible-to-prove issue of faked prey-consent forms.

I'd think in most places, going out with a writhing, full, post-vore belly will garner you dirty looks from the people who're against it. Maybe you'd even get harassed for it- at the risk of the person stupid enough to harass a pred, especially if it's in a place where it's legal.

Maybe some people have a strict pred-eat-pred policy, where they only target preds, viewing committing the act of vore as a waiver. Maybe those pred-eat-pred people only target preds who DON'T eat preds, as a form of vigilante justice.

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 50)

Prologue/TOC | Previous (49) | Next (51)

Content Warning: Soft, safe vore

Word Count: 2.5k

------ Chapter 50: Reward ------

Chester had a cauldron of thoughts bubbling in his brain that night as he laid down to rest in his room in the castle. He was glad that he resisted temptation and allowed the human woman to survive. However, his stomach was unhappy. He ate a prodigious dinner to fill his capacious gut, but normal food never felt like enough. 

He pined for Jackie. He wanted to talk to her, fawn over her, hold her in his hands and his mouth and his belly. Even if it was just once. He wanted her to love him as much as he adored her. He tossed and turned in bed, gnawing obsessively on his mental image of her like a chew toy. He imagined how lovely she would feel against his bare flesh, to snuggle up in bed together, bodies intertwined. He’d keep her safe and warm.  

He finally gave up on sleeping and got up out of bed. He threw on some clothes and wandered the silent halls of the castle. At this late hour, nobody was stirring. He crept into the great entry hall, with the tall glass windows, spiral staircases, soaring ceilings adorned with luxurious chandeliers, and long purple banners with the king’s crest. He found himself gravitating over to a wall decorated with a large oil painting. 

It was a life-size portrait of King Richard. He glared down at Chester with a somber expression, but the shadow of a smirk lurked on his lips, as if he had a horrible torture planned for him. Chester examined the portrait, with the dramatic shadows, the fierce pale eyes, and silver hair brushed back and topped with a golden crown. His attention drifted to the edge of the canvas, to the gilded frame. He checked the hall, to ensure he was truly alone, before carefully worming his fingers under the thick frame. 

He tugged on the painting to peel it away from the wall. It was big and heavy, but Chester was strong. He peeked behind the art piece, only to see a wall of stone bricks: no hollows or empty spaces. However, he wasn’t deterred. He felt with his hands along the wall, searching for cracks or soft spots. Two stones knocked together, giving him pause. He clawed at the loose brick and managed to grip the sides. The brick slid out smoothly, revealing a small secret space. As Millie had promised, the stash was full of sparking jewels. 

Chester pilfered the hoard, but he was careful to not give in to avarice and take too much. The king might not notice if just a few jewels went missing. He replaced the brick and straightened the painting. King Richard’s portrait glared down at him with the devil in his eyes, but Chester didn’t care. He returned to bed in the servants’ quarters and slept soundly. 

He was awakened by his stomach whining for food again. He snuck off to the kitchen to snag a quick breakfast before the royals awakened and he’d have to perform his duties. He watched the chefs hard at work as he munched on an egg sandwich with cheese and bacon. He couldn’t resist sneaking a look at Jackie. The tank next to her was conspicuously empty. She shot back a dirty look with bloodshot eyes. He presumed that she must’ve overheard the king gifting him Iris. She likely assumed that her friend had died in Chester’s belly. He needed to explain what really happened, so she wouldn’t hate him. 

After he made his morning rounds, he returned to the kitchen. He pulled Bucky aside. The fat chef huffed at him, but he was certainly in a better mood than the last time they spoke. “What’s this about, Chester?” 

“How much would it cost, for me to keep that tender morsel over there? You know she’s my favorite,” Chester inquired. He tried to keep the depths of his emotions secret from the other giant, and played it off like she was just a tasty food item. 

Bucky shook his head. “You know they’re not for sale, Chester, as much as it pains me. I can loan her out but that’s it. We’re running low on stock as it is, and we lost another one last night. The king will notice if any more go missing, especially with how ravenous he’s been lately.” 

“Dang.” As much as Chester wished he could save Jackie, he didn’t want to incur the deadly wrath of the king. “Well, can I at least buy some time with her?” He revealed a sparkling sapphire in his palm. Bucky eagerly snatched up the treasure. 

“Where did you find this?” he questioned, examining the magnificent jewel. “This is a fine piece.” 

“Mm. I have my sources,” Chester replied evasively. He moved in the direction of the human tanks. 

“Hold up.” Bucky pulled him back and stuck a finger in his chest. ��I’ll be watching you closely. Don’t even think about trying to steal her. I’ll have the guards stop you before you even get so far as the door.” 

“Of course, of course,” Chester agreed. “I gotcha.” He was disappointed that his fantasy had been so transparent, but he knew he didn’t have a chance of success. Bucky nodded before slapping a vial of anti-digestion serum in his hand. “Enjoy your meal.” 

“Thanks.” Chester hurried over to Jackie, his heart skipping with excitement despite the scathing hatred she radiated. When he reached in to grab her, she clawed and bit his fingers with angry venom, shrieking and crying. He ignored her, though he crumbled internally, as he swept her away to the food closet. 

“How could you?!” Jackie shouted at him as soon as he shut the door. 

“Jackie, you don’t understand-” 

“You ATE her, didn’t you? Fucking killed her! She suffered so much; she didn’t deserve to die!” 

“Jackie, I-” 

“You monster! I thought I could trust you! I see now I was wrong! All giants are just vicious brutes!” 

Chester huffed, pinching the middle of his forehead. He needed to shut down her rant. “JACKIE!” he bellowed sternly. She cowered back at the sheer volume of his vocalization, flinching with instinctive terror. He sighed, his expression softening, and spoke to her in a lower tone. “I didn’t eat her.” 

“You didn’t? Really?” Her tiny mouth dropped open. 

“No. Believe me, I wanted to, but I didn’t. I didn’t trust myself around her, so I brought her to the home of a giant who is friendly to humans.” 

“So… she’s alive? And she’s safe?” 

“Yes.” 

“Are you sure this giant can be trusted? I mean, what if-” 

“He’s a good man. Better than me. He has another human in his care right now, Millie. They’re both under his protection.” 

“Both of them are free of this hell?” Jackie was shocked and amazed. She started crying again, but this time she shed tears of joy, not grief. “Oh, thank goodness! I was so scared for her, and when she didn’t come back, I assumed the worst…” She hugged Chester’s thumb in a rush of emotion. “Thank you!” 

Chester blushed, surprised by her reaction. “No problem…” 

She snuggled up to his thumb, pressing her face into the soft pads. “I’m sorry I said all those mean things about you. I thought you had killed her in cold blood. I’m so glad she has a second chance. Hopefully she can heal…” 

“It’s okay, Jackie. I would say I did it for you, but to be honest…” He paused. “I’m… beginning to see humans differently. It would’ve felt wrong, to eat her. Even though she looked so appetizing…” As if on cue, his stomach grumbled loudly. Jackie released his thumb with a slight shudder at the dreadful sound. Chester gulped. “S-sorry.” 

Jackie stared down at the boundless expanse of his belly, before returning her gaze to the cliffside of his face above her. “You really do hunger for humans constantly, don’t you? Yet, you were able to hold yourself back. Not only for me, but for Iris…” 

Chester nodded, embarrassed by the ceaseless demands of his colossal body. “Yeah.” 

Jackie swallowed. “Do you…” She faltered, struck with a mental block. Chester tilted his head curiously. Jackie forced herself to continue. “Do you... um... want to eat me?” 

The hungry giant licked his lips, out of both nervousness and desire. “More than anything.” He forced back the inevitable waterfall of saliva that materialized at the suggestion. Jackie cringed slightly as she watched his massive throat pulse. “But I wouldn’t ask that of you.” 

“Well…” Jackie fiddled shyly with her fingers. “I want to thank you personally for saving Iris. This is the only way I can that would feel… meaningful…” 

Chester blinked and searched her face closely. His heart palpitated faster. “You really mean that?” Jackie looked down, examining the ravines in his palm, and nodded. “Don’t feel like you have to for my sake, Jackie. I appreciate the gesture, but I wouldn’t expect that from you.” She nodded again, still avoiding his eyes. The giant lit up with exhilaration. “Well... if you’re really okay with it… don’t mind if I do.” 

Chester resisted the urge to snap her up and swallow her instantly, since he understood he needed to ease her into it. He doused her with a drop of potion, causing her to flinch. He gently rubbed it in with the tip of his finger, heartened when she didn’t recoil from his touch. Ever so gently, he raised her up to his lips and allowed her to explore them with her fingers to get comfortable.  

A shiver of delight ran through him at the light tickle of her hands on his lower lip. Passion inflamed his body, a hot desire that extended beyond just his belly. He pursed his lips and gently kissed her, pressing her down to his palm without squishing her flat. His breathing deepened as he savored her tender, delicate, juicy form. Lovingly, he nibbled on her thin limbs, rubbing them with his tongue. 

Jackie willed herself to be brave as the slick, bony surfaces of his teeth brushed her arms. The dark cave of his mouth loomed above her, dripped on her, red and humid and alive. She found it difficult to recover from her emotional whiplash, from hating Chester’s guts to owing him for saving Iris. He was a good man, better than she initially believed. As she bathed in the heat of his breath and saliva, nearly smothered by his carnal hunger, a strange feeling of blissful calm overtook her fear. The tension seemed to drain out as she was cradled in his massive palm, with the soft creases and ridges of his skin on her back like a comfy mattress. She felt she would be safe with him; she could trust him. 

“Jackie,” the giant murmured. “I don’t know how… but somehow… I’ll find a way to get you out of here, like I did Iris. I refuse to abandon you. I… I love you.” With that promise, he wrapped his lips around her and enveloped her fully into his mouth. She slid over the ridge of his teeth onto his tongue, a squishy carpet of muscled meat. His spit pooled around her, soaking her like a warm bath. Jackie settled in, allowing all her woes to fade away as she rocked on the waves of his tongue while he tasted her. The immense tongue curled around her like a thick, fleshy blanket as the giant sucked and slurped on her. Rather than the usual fright and disgust at being inside a mouth, Jackie felt soothed, even comfortable, in the wet warmth. She was happy that Iris and Millie could be free. She was happy that she could make Chester happy, after he’d saved them. She was useful for once, even desirable. She could finally shed her heavy burden of guilt that had weighed on her conscience for so long as she watched Iris wither away. She finally had a chance to be happy; she had hope for a better future. 

Chester rolled her gingerly back to the base of his tongue and waited, hoping she would get the hint. He didn’t want to scare her by swallowing her suddenly. Jackie sat up and peered over the precipice of his tongue, down into the infinite depths of his throat. The shaft dropped into darkness, like the inside of a deep well. A current of air passed in and out with the motion of his massive lungs. Jackie dangled her legs into the fleshy tunnel and allowed herself to slide inside. The slick meat walls caught her, compressed around her, and pulled her down. She let her body go limp and folded her arms to her chest. The pressure wasn’t quite so intense if she didn’t fight the overwhelming swallowing force. She closed her eyes and listened to the giant’s booming vitals as she passed through his chest. The passage was tight and slimy, allowing her to slip smoothly into the hotter confines of the giant’s gargantuan body. Soon enough, she plopped into his stomach. 

By now, she had been in a few different giant stomachs, so she wasn’t so afraid. The acid, harmless to her skin, bubbled and boiled like a hot jacuzzi. The inner walls stirred the gurgling contents, along with Jackie, in frothy whirlpools in a steady churn. She leaned into the wrinkled folds of the lining and relaxed. She was safe, hidden away from huge hands snatching her up, the horrors of the outer world, the cruelties of the other giants in the kitchen and dining room. Here, she could remain undisturbed, protected by Chester.  

Being eaten really wasn’t so bad, when Jackie felt she had control and willingness in the situation. When she wasn’t forced, or teased and terrorized and threatened, the negative feelings of fear, disgust, and despair wouldn’t spoil the unique experience. It was intimate, to be deep inside another being’s body, and she liked bringing joy to Chester and showing her gratitude to him. She knew he cared about her and was trying his best to be better. Maybe someday, he’d even find a way to smuggle her out. For now, though, she made herself at home in his warm belly. 

Chester caressed his belly lovingly. He was amazed that Jackie had finally allowed him to eat her. She felt better inside him that he had ever imagined in his wildest wet dreams. Best of all, she didn’t appear to be distressed; her weight, small but significant, rested in his core and filled his stomach with sublime pleasure, better than any inanimate meal could sate him. He wanted to keep her inside him forever. 

Chapter 51

Tag List: @maybeiamdownbad @tinycoded360 @yummynomms

[clownhoodieguy]

Ok cool, people wanna watch me write cringe Minecraft stuff!!

Here we go:

(Tw: vore, unwilling to willing, burping)

Leaves and sticks crunch loudly under a heavy foot, a blocky form marches through the chilly taiga. Flipping the hood over his head and pulling the drawstrings, he sorely regrets not picking a better dressed skin. As the horizon spills an amber glow over his surroundings, and the sun sinks into the darkness below, shelter finally came to mind.

With the wood he harvested from the towering trees around him, he builds up into the foliage, and settles just under tha canopy. There, he constructs a little platform to work on while he waits for the night to pass. Leaning over the edge, he scans the ground for mobs. A creeper and a hoard of zombies have gathered around his tree home, just daring him to jump down and fight them.

But he doesn't, instead he leans back and surrounds the perimeter with a fence.

With what stone the player managed to scrounge together, they craft a furnace and plonk it down next to their work bench. A sudden growl erupts from his midsection, warranting him to grasp his stomach to silence it.

Plp... plop... ffshhhhhhh...

Rain. It had started out as a little spit, but soon turned into a full on shower. If there was any time to use the furnace, now was it. Dropping a few planks into the underside of it, the player tossed a few slabs of beef into the furnace to roast. Leaving a bowl on top of the furnace to warm as he waited for it to cook, his weary legs give out, and he drops his behind to the wooden floor. As he stares into the flames, drooling at the scent of roasting meat, he wouldn't even notice that he had a guest.

An enderman, who was desperate to escape the rain, had teleported into the player's tree shack. Hiding around a bend, they observe the player preparing their dinner.

Once the meat has a fine char on it, the player swiftly removes it, dropping the beef onto the crafting table, where they'd dice it up using their axe like a cleaver, and deposit it into that warm wooden bowl. Adding some fiddle head ferns and a dribble of mashed sweet berry, and it was looking a lot more appetising. Just as the player goes to take the first bite, a black silhouette fills their peripheral.

Woop woop.

He jumps, nearly dropping his dinner onto the floor. It seems even the enderman was attracted to the smell. Crouching a mere metre away from the player, he dare not look into the enderman's eyes, instead scooting to face the opposite direction. Endermen were friendly, as long as you don't look at them, right?

A sudden weight appears on his shoulder, he can feel the warm breath of the being as their enormous maw parts for only a moment to lick it's lips. Pretending it wasn't there, the player slowly raises a saucy beef chunk to their mouth, chewing it slowly and awkwardly. The enderman's head begins to wrap around, almost as if they were trying to bait the player into glaring at them, if only for a second. The player could only keep this silent, anti-staring competition up for so long. He eventually gives in, grumbling has he hands the bowl over to the mob, who devours it in the player's hand, long tongue swirling around the bowl to lap up the last of the impromptu sweet berry sauce.

Mildly disgusted, the player drops the slobbery bowl onto the ground, and then kicks it off the ledge of the tree platform. Seeing as this enderman was sticking around as long as the rain, the player would resort to staring at the floor for the rest of the night. This, however, would only work for so long, as their guest began to grow bored.

At first, it was just small things, wooping and bumping into the player, but only grew more personal as the night went on. On one occasion, when the player had bumped into them, the enderman threw their arms around him and held them close. Head pressed against the enderman's stomach, he could hear it working away at the dinner he had so tirelessly worked to earn. Though, he couldn't complain too much, the mob had a thin layer of surprisingly soft, and warm fuzz.

Once the enderman was satisfied, then let the player go to roam once more, crawling over to the tree trunk to lay against and digest their meal. Still a little bitter, the player reaches a hand out into the rain, and then flicks a droplet onto the enderman. The singeing shakes the mob awake, as they look for the source of the drip. The player chuckles to himself before returning to stating out into the stormy night sky.

He sighs, smirks, and then spins on his heel. Upon doing so, he comes face to face with the mob he had been trying so hard not to look at. Their eyes meet, and dread fills his heart. Just as he goes to ready his axe, the creature's long, powerful arms pin him to the fence, knocking the weapon to the forest floor below. Their lips slowly begin to part, jaw extending as it reveals it's terrifying, purple maw to the player. Tears well up in his eyes as he stares down the creature's throat. The enderman stops for a second, eye twitching before a forceful, pungent belch erupts from their gulch and onto the player's face. Strands of the mob's unique, purple saliva stick to the player's cheeks and forehead, and the smell of berries and steak lingers in the air. The burp is followed up by a few slurps, both in quick succession, sufficiently slathering their dessert's face in a slimy layer of spit.

The corners of it's lips curl into an ear-to-ear, open mouth smile. Satisfied with terrifying the player, it lunges their head forwards and scoffs down his head, tongue mashed into the player's cheek. His cries of protest are swiftly silenced by a slimy, slender tongue, swiftly slicking his face up with it's saliva. Among the notes of beef and berries, it really reeks of chorus fruit. A rumble echos deep from within the mob, the player grapples onto the enderman's shoulders and shoves them back.

He leaps off the edge of their balcony, hitting the earth with a wet thud, as he's reduced to half a heart of help. Stumbling through the storm, away from all the beasts of the night. Turning around, he spots them, teleporting from tree to tree, safe from the rain under the tree tops. The player's hunger drops dangerous low, slowing them down to a crawl. Pouncing on the player, the enderman hugs the player's legs, slowly inserting his feet into their gaping mouth. The warm, slimy sensation sends him into a frenzy, kicking and whining. The fit doesn't last very long, his legs were already on injured from the fall, and running didn't exactly help.

Finally, the player comes to see the futility of their struggle, giving in. I mean, he'll just respawn later, right?

Although the player sits on half a heart, the enderman never finishes him off, only dragging them deeper into the slick recesses of its mouth. Smooth, slimy flesh constricts and pulsates around his legs. Oh, how warm it was compared to the freezing rain.

The enderman could feel the player relax and give up, seeing as they wouldn't have to smash their dessert down their neck, the mob started taking more care to gently slide the player down their throat. Ankles, calves, and then his knees, all sliding down into the depths of their new, lanky friend. It was a little unsettling, the comfort the player was feeling, as he was literally being eaten alive. He turns to glance back at the enderman, hips lodged in its throat, it glared at him with hungry eyes.

It wasn't long until they were neck deep into their gullet. A drop of saliva trails down the middle of his face, a togue swiftly collects the dollop of drool, and then lovingly laps away at its meal, before pushing the rest of him down.

The player clasps his eyes shut, mostly out of fear, but also to avoid getting spit in them. The pulsating, squeezing muscles guide the player further into the belly of the enderman, piling them into its stomach, and smushing him into a ball. The forceful squeezing come to a sudden halt, and the player opens one eye. It's dark, but a little light illuminated the deep violet flesh. A low, gentle gurgle confirms that he was, in fact, in the mob's stomach.

Still tense, he reaches out a hand, and gently runs it down the smooth, slimy interior. The enderman responds with a slow, soft rub of its own, hand caressing it's bulging paunch.

Aching, and fatigued, the player gives into exhaustion and falls alseep.

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Sorry for the abrupt and crappy ending, I just can't take it anymore. I'm so exhausted, I just have no creative energy left.

[dragongirltongue]

ask game time!! :) -> List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 5 people who liked or reblogged something from you! ⍝(•⍵•)⍝

Okay originally I was gonna post this twice cos I also got it from @rrivlet and thought it would 6e fun to do a list of ten 6etween the two asks 6ut the first half went missing?????? wtf tum6lr. Anyway

My polycule

dragons

Homestuck

vore (yes I put this one here for the rhyme)

A good platformer

And a 6reak to where this ask originally 6egan.

6. This num6er, it's kinda part of my identity lmao 7. A nice sunny day 8. Getting to play with my creativity 9. coming across a movie I need in my hoard in the wild, sure I could get them all easily online, 6ut finding them irl just feels more special 10. honestly all these 6irthday wishes I've 6een getting <3

Also gonna 6reak the rules on who I ask >:3

[consumable-connie]

Pred with a healing tummy eating you every single time you get an injury and letting you bask in their stomach juices for the rest of the day. Papercut? Well you better not have anything important today because you're going into the healing tank. Sprained your ankle? A whole month in the chamber. Scratched your arm while outside? While I hope you don't want to stay outside because you're being plunged into the pred. They're also incredibly protective of everyone around them, which also means their stomach is full of many of their friends. Thankfully, their stomach is divided into many sections, so they'll never be too full to protect you from danger.

[skullsnbruises]

Techno started this as a self insert comfort thing and then I (cat) finished it for them:) also I think the title is so funny I’m a stupid silly

[Ao3 Link]

Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @da3dm

The Voices Demand Vore

(1576 words) [same size vore]

There was a burning passionate feeling aching its way through Techno’s chest for the past few months now. The voices that usually echoed violence through his mindspace, craving blood and the loss of life, had shifted slowly into a new desire. In place of their murderous rampage, was now a ringing fantasy of a different kind. Techno now felt the strong urge to open his jaws to his friends, followed by a hunger pain screeching through his system, and begging for a full stomach.

The pinkette wasn’t sure how to take it at first, when the thoughts arose he felt a sort of shame associated with them. He assumed, since they were the demands of his voices, that the intention was to kill. He wasn’t wrong for assuming that, surely? But as he listened with perked ears closer to their whispers, he realized not a single word muttered was of ill intent. They rang of protection, of comfort. It confused him.

Over the days as his thoughts intensified and burned away, he started to understand where the voices were coming from. Soon enough, he was playing into the ideas they offered up. Techno would imagine his friends curled around his tongue, tracing over his teeth to picture how they’d react. If his friends were miniature, how would they react to being scooped up and dropped into his mouth? Would they trust him, or panic? Techno shut his eyes softly, tongue rolling over an imaginary figure with pleasure.

One time, Techno was spending the day with his little brother. The blonde boy was being particularly obnoxious, disorganizing Techno’s collections of his hoarded trinkets, and tossing things around. Tommy was climbing over Techno’s bed, playfully racing away to get out of reach of Techno’s claws. The piglin cussed under his breath, fingertips just missing the collar of the blonde’s shirt.

“Come back here you little monster-“ Techno mocked anger. Then the voices peaked up.

Tommy stuck his tongue out, spinning around and crouching on the other side of the bedframe, little head poking up just so his squinted eyes could be seen.

Techno’s lips curled to show off his fangs and he growled, keeping the teasing tone clear. He bit hard on his tongue, “Get over here or I’ll eat you up.”

Tommy’s eyes widened slightly, before his eyebrows furrowed, “You weirdo, Blade. What you want to eat me, hm?”

The piglin halted in his spot, gulping embarrassed. His ears twitched and Techno could feel his face flush.

“I-“ the voices cried at him, ‘Tell him how you feel’, ‘Scare him’, ‘Go over there right now and swallow him whole’.

Techno needed a quick way out of the situation, something to deflect.

Suddenly, the blonde was climbing back over the blankets, and he flopped down staring up at Techno. He puffed his cheeks out and frowned.

His hands were shaking, he realized. The piglin was staring down at his little brother, salivating at the idea of scoffing him down his throat. The echoes in his head were now high pitched bells squealing and ringing out, causing him a migraine of desperation.

“T-that’s right, Tommy,” he decided it was too much. He was just going to let the demands take over, “You’ve been nothing but a pain. I might as well swallow you whole so you can’t wreck my house anymore.”

The blonde flinched, visibly not expecting a proper response. The cogs turning in his head were painfully obvious in his processing eyes, “Oh yeah?” Tommy gave him narrowed eyes.

Techno slid his hands under Tommy’s armpits, and lifted him up effortlessly. He met the blue eyes with an unreadable expression.

“I’m hungry too, Tommy. Very hungry. You’ll do as a nice snack for me.”

His little brother was now scrambling under his arms, trying to push away from the piglin, who’s maw was open wide and threatening. Techno had only a fraction of his full strength used on holding Tommy.

“OI- get off me, Blade!-“ Tommy struggled, pushing his palm against Techno’s snout, his fingers pressed half against his teeth, and half against his nose. That’s when Techno realized that Tommy was playing still. He knew the kid would hit him or tell Techno flat to his face to fuck off; but the blonde wasn’t even trying.

“Do you want me to eat you, Tommy?” Techno’s voice was low and gravely.

His brother went still, “Fuckin’ n-no obviously!” But his eyes kept flashing between Techno’s gaping maw and his bright glasses.

The voices screamed in delight as Techno laughed mockingly, “You’re going to taste so good, Tommy.”

The blonde yelped as Techno’s tongue licked over his face, swirling up his hair in thick spit. The wet appendage rolled over Tommy’s nose and he let out a noise of disgust, before promptly wiping the wet off.

“You’re gross,” Tommy whined.

Techno chuckled, “You’re delicious.”

He rolled his eyes and Techno licked back over him. And again, and again. Tommy was soon enough covered in a layer of saliva and held a very unhappy expression. The piglin scoffed playfully, then moved Tommy’s body closer, opening his mouth wider, listening to the voices screaming louder.

‘Eat him.’

‘Swallow him.’

‘Devour him.’

Tommy’s head was shuffled carefully into Techno’s mouth. The pinkette was spending extra effort and care not the nick the blonde with his fangs, tongue pressed against them cautiously. He could already hear Tommy’s heartbeat thumping faster as his body was shoveled back.

Techno felt his head meet the back of his throat, blonde hair tickling his uvula lightly. He took deep, shaky inhales through his nose, wanting everything to go right, and worrying unnecessarily about what could go wrong.

Tommy seemed to be just as nervous, body unmoving and his breath unsteady. His arms were practically plastered against his sides, fingers twitching. Two inexperienced nerds trying to play into their biggest comfort, who knew it would go so awkwardly.

The piglin stared downward, watching Tommy’s body as he slowly guided him further down his throat, holding back his gag reflex from reacting against his brother. Techno felt his throat bulge out with Tommy’s head sliding through his esophagus. He fought against the temptation to trace along the new bump, trying to focus instead on getting his younger brother into his stomach. The voices cooed in his ears, humming happily in echoes through his brain. It was genuinely comforting to not have the stressful intrusive thoughts in the background, making him feel awful every moment. For now, at least, Techno could be content, enjoying the comfort of his little brother gliding down his gullet.

He found himself purring around the blonde’s body inside him. Vibrating all around the boy with such a loving intensity. Techno was so happy to be able to provide a secure and safe area for Tommy to stay for the time being. He’d be so cozy inside of him, snuggling up inside his stomach.

The piglin couldn’t stand the patience, and as Tommy’s middle had been swallowed down, his clawed hands now came over the accentuation in his throat. His fingers rubbed into flesh, the younger’s torso right behind his skin. He was soaked there inside, sliding ever so slowly into Techno’s stomach, where he would be protected and held for as long as he would let Techno have him.

Several wet ‘glk’s later, the walls of Techno’s esophagus had pulled Tommy even deeper, that the piglin could feel the blonde’s head meet his insides, torso right at the sphincter. He steadily inhaled through his snout, as Tommy’s dangling legs were the last thing to shovel down. Tommy’s movements inside him were slow and squished.

Voices echoed the walls of Techno’s mind, cooing and coddling the image of Tommy’s body gulping down to his stomach, feet lastly left to the cold air. The piglin shoved him further, pushing on the soles of the teen’s shoes. His throat buldged impossibly outward, and once he lost sight of Tommy to his mouth, his teeth clicked down satisfied.

At last, there was just a few more heavy swallows before the voices would deem the situation perfect and resolved. The blonde’s body squirmed inside Techno, squished and soggy as it was hugged from every angle, leaving no space where Tommy couldn’t feel the piglin’s loving embrace. Emptiness had become a foreign concept to Techno’s stomach now.

Tommy sunk into the pit of his older brother’s belly, a large stretched rounded of pink flesh marking the juts and curves of the teen’s figure underneath. He’d shifted suffocated around until he was folded into the fetal position, rested comfortably tight inside Techno.

A burp made its way out Techno’s mouth, followed by a slight blush dusting his cheeks, covered by fur. He groaned, finding himself lying down his head down onto the pillow. His stomach gurgled and bounced as it jostled the boy inside, adjudging to the new position.

He realized the voices had ceased after his eyes opened ago several moments later. Techno was relived to not have those screeching things blasting his ears at last. Techno was a little grateful, at least, for their insistence. They’d pushed Techno along and given him the motivation to go through with this. Now, with his brother curled inside him, he felt a wave of relaxation and comfort wash over him, as tired eyes demanding to rest, the voices had quieted, and his limbs heavy.

Tommy and Techno fell asleep, perfectly content and together.

[kitanaijin]

💠 diamond dust 💠

forced marriage, grooming aftermath, heavily divergent to the epilogue and fairly dark.

🕊️ shigure x tohru.

i. ii. iii. iv.

🛡️🔥🪻 🕊️ kislev 🕊️🪻🔥🛡️

sexy and reverent chronicles of reality shifting otaku slash unabashed simp, noam reider.

attack on titan. fullmetal alchemist. one piece… just a whole lot of one piece oneshots with a slew of suitors, because she keeps dying in verse and respawning, trying as she might until meeting her desired end.

within her bnha script lies what should have been her swan song… she finds it’s merely the beginning after hawks veers her off course. 📕 feathers in the attic

🫐 freakebana 🫐

wife hoarding keigo with a breeding kink that maintains a liberal compliance to canon events as our resident bird boy keeps his private life extremely under wraps.

🕊️ keigo x ofcs x reader. 📘 feathers in the attic

i. ii. iii.

🥂 sleep first, then dream 🥂

yandere host club, post canon. tamaki and kyouya devise a plot to abide their fathers wishes and force haruhi’s hand in marriage.

🕊️ kyouya x haruhi x tamaki. haruhi x mori.

♊️ garden of forking paths ♊️

twin sisters chieko and emiko were rescued from the entertainment district. a deal was struck wherein former oiran, emiko, would marry lord tengen in exchange for safe passage and medical attention. she’d rather die than bed another man so her sister, warrior nun chieko, takes her place in the marriage bed.

when the plot is discovered, lord tengen rectifies his oversight and separates the sisters.

he sends emiko back to yoshiwara alongside suma and makio for the undercover mission and it’s not two days before she’s stolen in the little hours by lord douma.

🕊️ feathers in the attic 🕊️

starling ♥️ nightingale 💜 goldfinch 💙 magpie

ꜱɪɴ & ᴛᴏɴɪᴄ | ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2023 ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴜ

ᴀᴘᴏꜱᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱ | ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅᴏᴜᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

noncon, macro/micro, gore, temperature play, vore, bondage, intercrural sex, deepthroating, double penetration in two holes, virginity, uniform, cockbulge, breathplay, overstimulation

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ ᴄᴀꜱᴛʟᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ.

ᴡɪɴᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ | ʟᴀᴡ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʀᴏʙɪɴ

dubcon, masturbation, somnophilia, virginity, menophilia, threesome, grooming, praise kink, medical play, fisting, mind control, double penetration in one hole, face sitting, shotgunning, free use, spanking, orgasm denial, edgeplay, overstimulation, omorashi

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ. ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ.

[grimsgold]

Welcome to my hoard. Please make yourself at home.

My name is Grim, if you'd like to use it. As for pronouns, I don't concern myself with them much -- refer to me however you wish, in that regard.

I am a dragon and this is my hoard, so here I will place anything I treasure. I do my very best to categorize everything, and I reorganize often, just to keep things in tip top shape.

This is an 18+ blog, so minors DNI, put your age in your bio or get blocked, etc.

Look, I've had a special interest in dragons since childhood. After a certain point, it'd be weird for me NOT to have a draconic-themed sideblog. Specifically on the sideblog so my EXPLICIT dragonfuckery is separate from the blog my irl friends follow.

General interests include dragons and other monsters, insects, bones, old coins, gemstones, taxidermy, and other oddities.

General kinks include monsterfucking, free use, oviposition, size difference, vore, transformation, corruption, somniphilia, bondage, prey/pred dynamics, puppyplay/petplay, overstimulation, scent/smell, breeding, and CNC.

Listed below are my established tags for navigation purposes.

hoard - aesthetic posts and reblogs

tapestries - drawings, paintings, and art

grim talks - my own posts

grim growls - my own 18+ posts

All other tags are self explainitory.

[dzamie]

Could I have a basic description of each OC?

Sure! Let's see...

Dzamie Deshulian - Cheetah (part dragon, but it rarely shows), very proud of himself, very fast, good at being wherever he wants to be, especially if others don't want him there. He has a number of contradicting habits/routines, because he's kinda my go-to fursona to slot into a number of fantasies. Has a thing for scales.

HM Deshulian - Dzamie's best friend, a green dragon. Size-shifter, but tends to be a bit bigger than a wolf indoors, or about the size of a small house outdoors. Much more sadistic and violent than Dzamie, but does keep himself under control... most of the time. Has a thing for katul (the furry species in Kahudra).

Mistress Dreamwalker - Anthro dragoness (half-fae, but that's not widely known), goes by "Dream" to her friends. Hoards firearms, particularly loves her Blue Carrot Launcher, which fires the chaotic, explosive blue carrots she grows herself. Mildly obsessed with YTP-style humor. In a polycule with Dzamie and HM.

Kenneth Oberon - Dzamie's rival (frenemies), and is the human's High Templar (only govt position filled by force rather than vote/appointment). Excels at destructive magic, but tries to keep a level head outside of battle. Was the most accomplished in his year of guild-certified Dragonslayers, and is now one of three of his year still alive. Dzamie thinks he's a bit of a stick in the mud. Good at necromancy, but uses it very sparingly.

Vanille - Aroma dragoness! Hatched and raised in the Dragonslayer Guild, initially slated for vivisection upon maturity. Escaped, only returning after befriending William and getting a promise to avoid the operating table. Smells very good. Kind.

William - Dragonslayer Guild alchemist, Vanille's boyfriend. Human. One of the best at poisons and antidotes. Possibly the only non-dragon that Sleek doesn't hate.

Sleek - "snake with wings" dragoness. Aggressive. Nobody's quite sure why she still stays around the Guild hall (it's because of the local hammerspace dragon), but she doesn't kill enough people to permit slaying. Possesses a very potent paralytic venom and a long, agile, and strong tongue.

Sylvia (dragon) - Hammerspace dragoness! Hangs around the Dragonslayer Guild hall, seeking scritches, strawberry treats, and people who let her eat them (temporarily; she knows the rules). Stellar example to new trainees that, yes, even harmless-looking dragons can end you if they want. Often casually horny when not playing cute for affection/treats.

Sylvia (katul) - Panther, runs her own alchemy shop. Loves to experiment with new ingredients - usually obtained through one of several vore methods (she knows enough necromancy to bring back the volunteer prey). Fate conspires to ensure she and the other Sylvia cannot ever meet. Because it's funny.

Sel'riss - Blue naga, hangs around Azurel's cave, occasionally streams himself eating people, and implies that he digests them (he doesn't - at least, not the ones he shows on camera). No strong personality yet, still transitioning him from RP character to Kahudra character.

Cloaken Dagger - Technically Dzamie's changeling disguise while visiting Equestria. Able to take a royal form, usually sticks as a green-eyed drone. Has a tendency to get involved with the Mane Six and/or the princesses.

Eris - Chaos noodle :D Eris is a deity of chaos and improbability, and Dzamie's patron goddess. A casual reality-warper, her main goal is to have fun, in whatever form that takes. She rarely forces someone's mind to change - not because she can't, but because at that point she might as well just be playing with dolls.

...uh, that took awhile. I think I'll stop with half, might do the other half tomorrow if you remind me? In the meantime, I hope this satisfies some curiosity and piques even more!

[consumable-connie]

Being prey and yelling about being hungry to your pred like an overdramatic cat who's food bowl has ran out of kibble, and they ask you what you want them to do about it and you tell them that since they're a pred they're good with food and should feed you, and they just sigh and order a pizza so they can eat the delivery driver and you can eat the pizza because the pred can't cook shit

[acridoblivionwater]

can a cat and a snake be lovers? well, here's the answer.

i wrote something of my ocs saito and mayumi. i am so fond of their relationship actually

cw vore, digestion, hypnosis

Mayumi paces across the floor, trying his hardest to find a comfy spot to lie down in the middle of the night. For once, he’s home alone, completely.

Him being a bakeneko helps with this, considering he’s a fairly harmless cat and isn’t likely to tear down the entire house. Not on his own.

He finds the warmest spot on the carpet and tucks his head into his arms. 

The second he’s curled up on himself, though, he feels a twinge in his stomach. He’s hungry, but he can do without. He’d rather sleep than eat.

The apartment is quiet with everyone gone, so quiet it makes him miss them, but---he likes the peace. He likes the peace a lot. And so he closes his eyes, ready to doze off at any second.

He can hear a noise that sounds like slithering, though. He brushes it off as nothing--maybe a rat for him to hunt down later.

But the noise is distracting, and it gets louder by the second. He opens his eyes, mildly irritated at having his nap disturbed. But the moment he sees who decided to approach him, fear washes over the irritation.

His fur bristles, and he can feel his ears press down onto his head, feeling his tails tuck.

“...mrow?”

“Hello, Mayu…” 

Saito looms over him, feet upon feet of tail filling the room. Mayumi gulps and buries his claws into the carpet.

“H-hey,” he says, trying his best not to whimper. He doesn’t want to be rude, but there’s something just so terrifying about him. “I--I forgot you were here. Hey,”

“Well, it is a bit hard for me to go outside,” Saito gives him a closed smile, raising the tip of his tail to prove his point.

“Oh…yeah, I--I get that.” Mayumi nods, wondering whether or not he should leave. He decides against it, if only because he’d like to stay on the naga’s good side. “Considering the whole---you. Yeah.”

“Eloquent,” he laughs softly. “I hope you don’t mind the company…I do get bored by myself.”

“Me? Mind? Nah, I’m--glad to see you. You live here too, you can go where you want.” Mayumi shakes his head, slowly realizing just how silky Saito’s voice is. As if he could drown in his speech alone….

“Hmmm, kind of you,” Saito rests a hand on his cheek, letting his tail drape over Mayumi. “So, what is it you’ve been doing?”

“Mousing,” he answers. “And sleeping. Just doing whatever I feel like, really. Sometimes I like to play with Kei’s stuff. Like his slippers or his weird vibrating cat paw…he has so much stuff. Humans are weird like that.”

“I suppose so…would you say it’s on the level of hoarding?” Saito asks, coiling himself further and tighter.

“Uh, no…no, I wouldn’t. It’s not anywhere near enough or anything valuable enough. I guess it’s valuable to him, though. He’s cute like that…” Mayumi sighs, thinking of his favorite plaything in all the world.

“He is, isn’t he? Cute and unassuming…not unlike you.” His eyes narrow as he smiles down at him, just slightly taller by a humanoid height.

“Hey, c’mon---I’m fluffy, not unassuming. What makes you say that?” He asks, batting at the much closer tip of Saito’s tail. “Dude. Dude. Wait. Holy shit---you’re so scaly…”

“That would be because I have scales, Mayu.” Saito runs a hand through his fur. “Do you like how they feel?”

“Yeah…” Mayumi sighs. “Warm…you’re warm. And your voice is nice.”

“I’ve been told,” Saito nods, giving him a squeeze.

Mayumi yelps, surprised at the sudden grip all around him. He’s completely coiled, with only his head poking out from the mass of tail surrounding his entire body. “Whoa…” he gasps.

“Hm? Is something the matter?” Saito asks.

“No…just…tail big.” Mayumi answers, resting his head upon it. 

“You’re sweet, Mayu.” Saito grins at him, pulling him closer. 

The bakeneko softly meows.

“Sweet and quite fluffy, if I have anything to say about it.” Saito continues petting him, and Mayumi doesn’t notice a thing until he’s completely pressed against him, Saito himself resting upon his tail. “You know…”

He meows again.

“You smell good. Very good…” He sticks his tongue out and nearly licks him. “Kei says I smell like weed, mostly.” Mayumi speaks for the first time in minutes.

“You do, but…it’s very you. It’s mixed with your natural feline scent, and---Mayu?” Saito pauses, squeezing him again.

“Y-yeah?” Mayumi croaks.

“You smell so wonderful that I’ve got the mind to eat you.” He says it far too casually.

Mayumi can feel both his tails shoot up. “Huh?” 

“Don’t be so afraid,” Saito reassures him. “If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have moved in. And---think about this. Your digestion wouldn’t be permanent.” 

“Oh, yeah…” Mayumi blinks, but sinks further into the grip around him. “Come now, pretty kitty…give yourself to me.” Saito whispers, raising Mayumi from the floor. “You’d sate me for a while…doesn’t that sound nice?”

“I--” Mayumi tries to speak, but all that comes out is horroused mewling. “I--”

“You’re terrified of me, aren’t you?” Saito asks, stroking Mayumi’s back softly. “Don’t be. I know just the thing to help you relax,”

“What is it…?” Mayumi nearly does whimper.

“Just this,” Saito answers him, raising his entire body above the floor and closer, closer still to his waiting predator. Saito opens his mouth, not very wide, but Mayumi can see fangs glistening. He shivers, feeling all the evolutionary terror he should. 

But Saito bites down on the nape of his neck, and his whole world blurs.

Even the yelp he lets out slows down, and dies in his throat.

“Wh--?” He claps a hand over his neck, feeling himself bleeding. “Wh--I--”

“Don’t worry,” Saito insists. “Calm down. It’s alright…”

Mayumi lets the softness of his voice wash over him, losing himself in the tightening grasp of his tail as he purrs. Why is he purring? Shouldn’t he be…

shouldnt he be--

“mrow…” 

“Yes, that’s right…good kitty.” Saito grins at his prey, helpless and disoriented. “Now, tell me how you feel.”

“Good…” Mayumi grogs, his throat feeling dry and his eyelids heavy.

“Excellent.” Saito praises him softly, pulsating his grip and letting Mayumi devolve even further. “Now, I’m sure you’re absolutely paralyzed with fear….but, let’s let the venom replace that. Listen to me. You’ll be alright. No harm will come to you. I think you’re lovely, and all I want is to spend time with you. More than that, I want to eat you.”

“.....mrrreeeooow…..” 

“Now, relax.” Saito commands.

Mayumi’s entire body unclenches, his face scrunched with the sloppiest of loopy smiles. “mhm…” he nods blankly.

“Perfect,” Saito strokes his head, and he purrs. “And then---rest your sweet paw on my lips.”

Mayumi sighs in bliss, and does it, not putting up any fight. He was drowning in the hypnotic grip of a snake…and he never wanted to leave. Saito was all he could think of, all he wanted…and if he wanted to take him in and consume him entirely, then Mayumi would be his forever more.

He rubs his head against Saito’s chest, earning a soft chuckle. It makes his ears flicker. He stares up at Saito with the biggest, most innocent eyes he can manage, completely unintentionally.

“You’re precious…” Saito praises him, but then parts his jaws.

Mayumi’s arms are slurped up so fast he wouldn’t have had the time to react even in his right mind. Instead, he gives a cross between a giggle and a hiss, feeling the warmth creeping up and completely enveloping him as Saito swallows his head.

It’s dark. He can’t see anything, but his tongue is so soft and wet…his throat so warm as it gently pulls him down…with muffled, thick gulping ringing in his ears from all sides. It makes him twitch with pleasure, purring with even more intensity.

Saito gulps him down with ease, his lower body having gone limp from the constriction and the venom coursing through his veins. He licks over his toes as they pass his lips, and he gives one last gulp, feeling the twitching cat sink into him…completely.

He lies down on the carpet, feeling his first stomach fill out with the contents of his latest meal, and lets his tongue flicker out for another hint of his flavor. 

Saito exhales, happily pressing down onto his full belly. His full belly, bulging with such warmth and life…all for him to rend down into more padding on his monstrously long tail.

From inside, Mayumi presses onto the curiously pressing walls of his stomach. It’s warm, and wet, and so…deep. Mayumi feels like he could sink down even further if he isn’t careful.

So dark and…inescapable, but so welcoming in its total eclipse of all life that enters.

He reaches upward, weakly, feeling nothing but more pulsating in the naga’s core. He meows, softly, letting himself drown in the folds of it…

But as he closes his eyes, he can feel his legs being pulled down even further, as if there’s another deeper, wider chamber right below. He can feel his whole body sinking further down…and he can hear Saito moaning from absolute pleasure.

He finds it nice, that he can make him so happy just by being a meal winding deep within two stomachs…and judging from the way this one contracts completely around him…

It’s time.

“You make such a wonderful meal, my pretty kitty. Perhaps I’ll have Kei join you when he gets home…” Saito muses aloud, pressing himself harder into the carpet as he feels his tail bulge. “You feel so good---pressing against me like that---you’ve been so sweet, so well-behaved….”

He gives a blissed-out sigh, hedonistic thoughts of dragging more hypnotized prey down his gullet filling his mind…as Mayumi softens within.