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Originally a reference to the show Arrested Development, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat in fandom refers to potentially upsetting content within a fanwork. Literally a "What you see in the tags is what you get, interact at your own risk."

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The Devouring of Prometheus

Ohh boy this fic has been over a year in the making and by golly am I proud of it. It was mostly an attempt to imitate Mary Shelley’s writing style while adding more classic lit vore into the world cause oh boy do we need it. This fic is a little darker than my usual fluffy stuff because. You know. It’s Frankenstein. But everything is still safe despite what Victor thinks. Anyways, please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Warnings: Contains soft, safe, unwilling vore, mentions of digestion, mentions of dying, mentions of cannon character death, minor injury, and vomit

Characters: Victor Frankenstein and the Creature

Word Count: 2,830

Mankind has no greater fear than that of being devoured. It is an instinctual fear, engrained deep within our very beings from the moment we are born, as it is in every living being, and yet it is perhaps one of the most uncommon fears to experience in its true, unaltered form. We are quite familiar with the notion of being killed and eaten by a wild beast, since such a thing, while not terribly common in the more civilized parts of the world, is often talked of in books and by explorers returning from long voyages to strange, wild lands. It is a threat to be sure, but perhaps not the most fear inspiring one. A hungry lion might indeed pounce upon you with his teeth and claws bared as if to shred you to ribbons while you lay awake in agony, but in truth he is far more merciful than even most men and will end you swiftly with a bite to the neck before he ever starts to feed. The fear of being eaten in this way, then, is diluted by the promise of a swift death at the claws of a creature who bore you no more malice than you do a butchered duck. 

The terror of being consumed lies not in the act of consumption, but in the method. Stories full of giants and ogres who devour men whole and alive fill the countryside and take captive the minds of all who hear them, filling their dreams with images of gnashing teeth and slavering mouths, capable of sending a grown man down, kicking and screaming, in a single swallow. I must confess I never heard much of these tales growing up, aside from a few Clerval was so fond of telling, and when they did reach my ears, I simply scoffed, laughing such frightening images away in the clear light of day when nothing could seem more ridiculous. They were children’s tales, I thought, simply meant to frighten and entertain, for nothing, man or beast, could swallow whole a living man. Oh, how I wish I had been right. 

He came for me in the night. I was asleep, or nearly so, when a sudden noise at my window startled me awake. At first I assumed it to be the scratching of a branch or perhaps even some night creature making its rounds through the garden outside. After all, I was far more unfamiliar with the Oxford landscape than my dear friend Clerval, who had spent much of his afternoon exploring the grounds, so I felt there to be no need for concern. Indeed, I had nearly turned over to drift back to sleep when I saw his eyes. Those wretched, sunken, yellow eyes staring as if into my very soul through the dusty window I had neglected to lock in my naivety. I might have screamed had fear not grasped my throat and strangled my voice, and though I longed to run, terror turned my legs to lead and forced me to watch as the fiend pried open the window with a delicate ease that seemed almost laughable compared to the rest of his hulking mass. I pulled my sheet up to shield my chest like a child might, entertaining fantasies that perhaps this was simply a nightmare, and if I remained still in my bed then he would be unable to harm me, but when he began to climb through the window with the elegance of a lion stalking his prey, eyes never once leaving me, panic settled over my heart and I realized this was no mere conjuring of an overworked mind. The beast was here, looming over me in my chambers as I trembled in bed with naught but a thin sheet and even thinner night clothes to protect me. 

“Devil! What do you want from me!” I cried at last, terror loosening her claws from my throat. “I have not forgotten our agreement, so why do you insist on tormenting me so!” 

I received no reply, the beast more than content to simply stare at my trembling form. Perhaps he enjoyed how weak I must have appeared before him as his eyes flicked over me, almost sizing me up for reasons I could never have comprehended in that moment. Cold and yellow as they were, I could see an inkling of some mysterious emotion behind those eyes, but it’s identity I couldn’t say. Nor did I care. My thoughts were quickly preoccupied as he advanced upon me, padding forwards like some great and terrible cat, until he stopped just shy of the side of my bed, so close I could have reached out and touched him. 

Again, I saw that strange emotion flicker behind his dead eyes, but before I had time to ponder it he wrapped his hands around my chest and lifted me from the safety of my bed with terrifying ease, like one might lift a small child or a doll, and while I screamed and writhed in his hideous grasp, his hold only tightened. My ribs creaked and complained under the pressure and my cries became strangled and choked. With a ghastly popping sound he opened his grotesque mouth, jaw hanging at an angle too wide for any human to achieve, and to my upmost horror he quickly stuffed my head inside with the terrifying efficiency of a ravenous beast. The slimy muscle of his tongue lapped against my face and my body convulsed in disgust as I desperately fought not to be sick. Revolting as my situation was, I did not wish to add my own vomit to the mix, even if it might have disgusted the fiend enough to free me. 

I could see nothing but darkness, each desperate gasp for oxygen only supplying me with the barest sliver of foul air. Teeth ringed my neck like a terrible collar, and for a moment I entertained ideas of those teeth, the very same I had picked and sorted by hand, crashing together to sever my head from my body like some terrible executioner. Before my thoughts could spiral much more in this direction, his grip changed and I was suddenly shoved against the slick, fleshy opening of his throat. My blood curdled and, with a sudden, crushing pressure, my head was crammed downwards in the most painful manner which caused me to cry out in despair. My skull felt as though it would shatter, and I screamed a horrible, terrible shriek of agony and terror as my shoulders were crushed down after me, the tight gullet of the beast threatening to break them into splinters. My vision swam, stars of pain and lack of breath sparking and dancing before my eyes, and though no light followed me into my hellish prison, I could still see the blackest pitch wavering at the edge of my vision, threatening to drown me in its inky embrace. For a moment I wished it would, if only to keep me from the terrible suffering I knew lay before me, but fate is a cruel mistress and before I could sink into that comforting ocean of darkness a terrible pressure bloomed upon the crown of my head and forced me into an open pocket of stinking, putrid air. 

Coughing and gaging I struggled to draw even a single breath. My ribs, now horribly compressed, creaked and shuttered terribly under the pressure of the creature’s throat, and though my legs still flailed outside, and my hands desperately scrambled for a hold on what I felt to be his chin, I did not dare move the length of my compressed torso for fear of inflicting more damage upon myself. Another painful swallow jolted me down, my face jamming roughly into what I presumed to be the bottom of the creature’s dreadful stomach, and the grotesque flesh not only yielded to accept my presence, but did so with an almost pleased sounding groan, if stomachs can be pleased, as if I really were simply a morsel of food to be consumed and forgotten. The sound filled my heart with a terror I’ve never known, and I cried out, though my voice was quickly silenced by the slick flesh as more of my body was squeezed through that terrifically tight ring of muscle and forced to bend and twist to fit my new prison like some sort of contortionist. 

I know not how long it took the devil to consume me: the darkness of my surroundings and constant pain dulled my senses and left me disoriented to the point where I no longer could even tell up from down. I remember no longer feeling the cold air on my body after some time, my entire being now encased in sweltering heat, and searing pain as my legs were crushed down against my ribs. Finally, it was all over. My entire body had been fully compacted into the creature’s stomach, and although this new development was arguably a much worse position than my previous one, I was far too preoccupied with gulping down precious lungfuls of oxygen to care.

Then, all at once, the reality of my situation came crashing down upon me and with the fervor of a cornered beast I began to lash out and fight, twisting and turning in the confined space in hopes of causing my captor at least the slightest bit of discomfort. 

“Fiend! Devil! Release me at once!” I panted, gnashing my teeth in fear and anger. “This is no way to treat any man, let alone your maker!”

I had no doubt that he could hear my cries and feel my struggles, confined as I was, and yet no answer came. Despite the nature of my location, I was completely and utterly alone, for what man pays attention to his food after he’s eaten it. Again, I tried to call out, to plead for release as I fought against the smothering flesh, and again I was ignored, save for a light pressure against my back from which I hastily jerked away. It was his hand; I knew it instinctively. The brute was no doubt relaxing after so fine a feast of human flesh, and that touch was nothing more then the satisfied gloating of a predator now sated with a filling meal that would last him far longer than any morsel of bread or wine. I was merely something to be enjoyed, digested, and forgotten.

 How many more, I wondered, would be lost in the same way once I had perished. Clearly my current location indicated my captor had grown fond of the taste of human, and with a heart wrenching shudder I suddenly realized I had no way of knowing wether I was the first victim of the monster’s appetite, or if he had already glutted himself with other gentle country folk, just as he had done to me, and I was now resting in their grave. The thought was too much for my already distraught and troubled soul, and the disgust which filled me suddenly became too overwhelming to sustain. With a thick heave I proceeded to retch onto myself, my sick mixing with the beast’s own bile, and I sobbed bitterly for my home. 

“Oh, my dear mountains and precious lake. Will I truly never again delight in your sweet air and radiant beauty? Am I to perish so far from all that is fair and wholesome, without even the cold stars to bare witness to my demise?” I lamented; my voice thick with the grief of a man who believes he is to die isolated from everything he once held dear. 

The spongy flesh seemed to mute my voice effectively as a heavy curtain might, and my words fell upon deaf ears, for no reply came from my creation. My captor. My killer. Was I really to meet my end as nothing more than a meal? My last breath tainted by the stench of bile and vomit? The pressure to my back returned, and although the touch revolted me, I was far too exhausted from my fear and the quickly thinning oxygen to do more than twitch in protest. What difference would it make anyways, my fate was already sealed.

Each breath I drew grew more ragged and gasping with every passing second, my panic having done nothing but quickly use up what little air I had in the stale cell, and in some fever, I realized that, although my air was quickly thinning, I had not yet begun to feel the slightest tingle of digestion. Oh, what sweet twist of fate was this! I still would meet my end as nothing more than a morsel of food this was true, but I would be long since unconscious and perhaps even suffocated before acids truly began to work on me and thus spared the sensation of digesting alive. It was a small assurance, but so consumed was I by grief and terror of my fate that even the small mercy of a painless death brought me comfort. It was more than a man like me deserved after all I’d done. The innocent blood on the creature’s hands stained mine as well, and I thought bitterly of poor darling little William and dear Justine. Their blood has been spilt on my account, and yet, while their deaths had been horrific tragedies, I took solace in knowing they had left the world far quicker than I would, and that I would be seeing them again soon.

My vision swam before me, and with one last shuddering sigh I slumped against the slick walls, no longer attempting to catch my breath, for what would be the point in trying to breathe when there is no air left to fill my lungs. The stomach clenched around me with a disgusting squelch, smothering and squeezing my helpless form as it worked to knead what I presumed to be caustic acids into my sodden clothing and soft flesh, preparing for the undoubtably difficult task of liquifying my un-masticated body. With a gasping, barely audible sob I pressed a trembling hand out against my churning prison walls, cursing my creation and praying my end would be swift. Then the darkness engulfed me, and I knew no more.

Due to the circumstances in which I had fallen unconscious I fully expected to never wake again, so when I started awake some unknown amount of time later in the very bed I had been snatched out of, I could seldom comprehend what was happening. My first thought was that my horrendous experience had been naut but a dream; an apparition brought upon me by the dreadful task I knew I would soon be required to complete. Then I became aware of the disgusting film of sticky, foul smelling sick coating my body and the dull, yet throbbing pain in my ribs, and my blood ran cold. It had been no dream. My creation truly had assaulted me in the night, swallowed me whole and alive, and, by some miracle, vomited me back out before his digestive system could process me. In fact, aside from my ribs, which were badly bruised, I appeared whole and unharmed. Not even a drop of acid had singed my clothes, and my skin was fair and unblemished as it had always been. I pressed a hand to my cheek as if to make certain of my unharmed state, and then, to my own surprise, I began to laugh. It was not a mirthful laugh, but rather one of incredulous shock and relief as I grasped at my warm and unharmed skin. So certain had I been that those final moments filled with slimy blackness and foul reeking air inside the creature would be my last that the cold air of my room and the sting of my nails against my face might well have been gifts from Heaven itself. Even now I marvel at my incredible escape and wonder what could possibly have prompted the monster to give up as filling a meal as I surely must have been. I do not think I shall ever know, but judging from the healthy nature which I possessed upon waking, I can only assume he realized he could not process me as he intended and his body expelled me, though wether such an expulsion was voluntary on his part I still could not say. Nonetheless I knew I was no doubt incredibly fortunate to have survived such an encounter and my resolve had the been strengthened. Where before I had postponed my promise, I vowed to not do so again, for who knew how long the wretched beast would be content to wait and leave me and others be. As soon as I was able, I would set to work creating another who would contain his terrible urges and put this dreadful encounter behind me forever. 

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Tiny Best Friend 5/5

Final Part

First part:

Previous part:

!warning!

angst, vore mention, vore scare, ¿abuse?, treating a person as an animal, vimioting, blood, curse words

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When Jake began to regain consciousness, everything was different than before. His back and chest hurt terribly, he was also lying on something cold and hard, like... metal? He felt dizzy and had a hard time opening his eyes. He also had a bit of a gag reflex and the taste of blood in his mouth. Despite his sincere intentions, he was unable to sit down and see what was happening around him. He also heard ringing in his ears, but after a while the noise stopped and what he heard was... unusual. Someone was humming a tune. He recognized it, but couldn't remember where from. The voice seemed familiar to him too. He tried hard to open his eyes again. His vision was shrouded in black and blurred images showed through. How did this happen? How did he get there, wherever he was? He remembered that he was in the forest and... His headache blurred his vision of previous events. And the pain in his chest was becoming more and more unbearable. He felt like he was about to vomit his lungs and his entire arteriovenous system at once.

A sigh.

The borrower heard a sigh that sounded awfully familiar. Just like his - former - friend Lucas. Lucas. OH FUCK. Jake suddenly remembered what happened in the forest. He remembered meeting Lucas there. He remembered how Lucas had gone crazy, what he had said about "coming home", how he had shouted at him, how he had invaded his personal space, how he had grabbed him and... That was why Jake's chest was hurting so badly right now. Lucas squeezed him in his hands. He wanted to kill him. Lucas wanted to kill Jake. He turned into a monster. Jake had to get out of there, Lucas was near, he was going to kill him-

"Oh Jake, you're awake" Lucas' voice rang in the borrower's ears. It wasn't hard to hear the human's colossal footsteps. His voice was cold, showed no emotion, was different than usual. Jake tried to open his eyes, but his eyesight was still in poor condition. He could see only hazy shadows in front of him. Despite this, he rose to a standing position but quickly fell back down. He saw blurry shadows and colors moving in front of him - he knew it was Lucas. Jake's mouth filled with blood again and his vision slowly began to clear. He vomited in front of himself and it was almost all red, from what he could see, all blood.

“Oh, Jake… You look so pitiful when you're throwing up blood. I almost feel sorry for you" Lucas's voice mimicked to be concerned at first, but the sentence ended with a cold laugh. "I waited a long time before you woke up. A very long time. I thought you were dying or something. You scared me."

The borrower's vision finally cleared and what he saw made him wish he would still not be able to see. Or maybe even wish that he would have died in this forest.

Cage. He was in a cage.

Jake was in a small cage on Lucas' desk in his room. The cage was metal and impossible to open from the inside, let alone by someone as small as him. How was this possible? Did Lucas put him in a cage? Has he lost all his mind? The boy's body began to tremble more intensely, the vomiting reflex returned, and tears came to his eyes. He was terrified, devastated and furious. But mostly terrified. He wanted to look at Lucas, see what happened, believe it wasn't him at all, but he couldn't. He knew it was Lucas, but he wanted to hold on to a slender hope, he wanted to delude himself that it wasn't true.

"You know... I would feel stupid, even a little sad, if I killed you in that forest" the human voice sounded rough, but on some level also mocking and satirical "If you died there, you wouldn't see what I have prepared for you."

Jake lifted his head slightly and blood continued to drip from his mouth down his chin to the cages floor. His fear began to turn into anger, moreover rage. What right did someone who promised him support, care and safety in every situation have to now behave so recklessly? So terribly? So psychopathic? God only knew what possessed him, but whatever it was, it came from the deepest pits of hell.

"You have prepared something for me? Wow. First a broken rib and a kidnapping, and now another surprise? What a happy day for gifts from such monster." Jake's angry gaze finally reached the human, but he didn't seem bothered it. Besides, the words the borrower spoke didn't sound half as harsh as they were supposed to, because they were spoken by a creature the size of a mouse, locked in a cage, unable to stand on its own feet and spitting blood. Jake was pathetic at best.

"Are you that impatient to know what I'm going to do with you?" Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"It'd be nice to know what you're planning."

"Too bad. I haven't made a final decision yet. Fortunately, you're awake now and giving me more and more great ideas."

"What, are you going to lock me in this cage for the rest of my life and turn me into your little pet?" Jake spat blood "Or are you going to have bipolar disorder again and apologize and say you care about me?"

"You have very optimistic visions" Lucas smiled terrifyingly with teeth "Did you believe that I was really nice? Ha, you are even stupider than I thought. It was a farce, pretending so i could get you. Now you have no chance against me, I can take revenge for how you lied to me and left me. I can show you what the human you wanted so badly to pretend can do to a nothing like you."

Jake's eyes were filled with tears again, but he tried to suppress them.

"So that's how it must be. You were supposed to be a friend, but you turned out to be a monster. A wolf in sheep's clothing".

"You were supposed to be a friend, a human, but you turned out to be an edible animal. Who is really a wolf in sheep’s clothing here?" Lucas' words made Jake unable to hold back his tears anymore and he started shaking harder. The emphasis on the word 'edible' was obvious, and Jake knew it was a warning, maybe even a threat.

"Don't start this whole game of crying and begging for mercy. We both know you're below me in the food chain. You wanted to play "human", so now please, bear the consequences like a human. Maybe you want to fight? Settle it like men, like humans? But I can't promise that I won't crush you into flat with one move." Lucas spoke with a cold smile etched on his large face, looking at the tearful, shaking, terrified Jake with his ice-cold gaze.

Jake looked away from the giant, so as not to show how pathetically terrified he was of what was happening. His voice was shaking too much to speak and his body was hurting too much for him to think about how to get out of this hellish situation. For a moment he even wondered whether such a death would not be the best - quick, very painful, but quick. It was definitely better than what was supposed to happen.

"I even feel a kinda sorry for you" Lucas admitted "Nature hasn't equipped your species with a brain and survival instinct good enough to see through manipulation. But I must admit, you impressed me. When you pretended to be human, I was fooled. Too bad you didn't know back then how it would have ended for you, little creature."

Jake's heart began to beat much faster, his thoughts overwhelmed him, blood rushed to his mouth again, his entire body trembled with fear, and tears flowed mercilessly. The anger died in him. Every emotion but one died in him. He was completely consumed with fear.

Lucas rolled his eyes. "Enough of this talk, it's boring".

The man opened the cage door and before Jake knew it, his hand reached out to grab him. The borrower backed out at the last minute. However, it did not help him much, because despite his great effort to avoid the hand of his former friend aka the monster in front of him, he failed to repeat it and saved his life only for a few more seconds. The hellish pain in his chest cut off his ability to escape, and Lucas grabbed him the second time and took him out of the cage without much effort. Jake struggled, trying to get out of the grip he was in. His heart was beating much too fast and too loud. His breathing was restricted. The pressure on his already damaged chest was piercing him completely and crushing him from the inside. He didn't want to die just yet.

However, the threat of death was not the worst. Jake always believed there had to be something after death, so maybe it wasn't the worst. And even if there was nothing there, it would mean that death would end his suffering and that was comforting in a way. What was much worse was that Lucas could have had every terrible way in the world to kill him. But even that wasn't the worst, no.

The worst thing would be that even though Lucas would kill him, he would still love him. He would still be his brother. In his heart, Lucas would still be the most important person to him.

"Remember when we talked about borrowers?" Lucas smirked and brought the hand that Jake was in closer to himself. Jake gulped.

"Remember how I talked about meals made of borrowers?" his devilish smirk grew "Remember how I said I would eat one while it was still alive? How I would swallow it while it was still alive just to feel it dying in my stomach?".

"I'm b-begging y-you Lucas" Jake sobbed between heavy breaths and tears "Spare m-me".

"Nah, i don't think i will, lil' creature" the human smiled with his sharp teeth, looking down at the scared being in his hands.

Before Jake knew it, the hand he was in moved closer to Lucas' mouth. The human licked his lips.

"Any last words, lil' creature?" Lucas laughed.

Jake began to fall into the large monster's mouth. In the last seconds before colliding with the giant fangs of death, he shouted: "Lucas, please don't! Please Lucas!"

"HEY"

Jake looked around himself. He was sitting on Lucas' bed, the boy was sitting next to him, they were both human sized, and Lucas looked terrified.

"W-what's g-going on h-here?!" Jake shouted in horror, looking around and then directly at the human.

"Calm down, dude, you were only daydreaming for a moment and you scared me" said the boy, showing his friend to breathe.

"W-what..?"

"Well, we were playing video games and you won, remember? Then you suggested we have a conversation, you wanted to talk about something. I was waiting for you to say what it was all about, but you started daydreaming, sat quietly and thought about something and didn't react to me at all for a good 15 minutes, until tears just started falling down your cheeks. That's why I raised my voice, I'm sorry, but you scared me" Lucas tried to explain the situation.

Jake's eyes widened and he rubbed his eyes, wiping away the tears "Sorry, I was a little lost in thought, I didn't want to scare you Lucas, you're my best friend."

Lucas smiled widely, "You're my best best friend too."

"So what did you want to talk about Jake?"

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Thank you for reading! I hope you have enjoyed their story. Sorry for not posting for a long time, I hope new posts will make up for it❤️

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Breast play and Lactation

Oral Fixation (!!!!!!!!!!!)

Anal (!!!!!!!!!!)

Excessive Fluids (saliva, semen, discharge, etc.)

Size Difference (realistic + unrealistic)

Domination

Breeding/Creampie

Multiple Orgasms

Bondage/Shibari

Toys (dildos, plugs, pumps, clamps, straps, etc.)

Machinefucker

Monsterfucker

If you made it this far, you've probably picked up by now that I'm a bit of a freak, but far from the craziest. This may not all be relevant, especially if you're not interested in roleplaying, but I'm not ashamed to share these aspects of my sexual interests!

[bylerween2023]

List Of Trigger Warnings (TW) for Bylerween Posting and Tagging

Hello fellow Bylers! We have here a list down below of all the trigger warnings to properly tag your Bylerween creations if they fall under the more Graphic Horror Side than the Fluffy Spooky Side during Halloween Week. For those of you who are triggered by anything Horror-related, please take a look at this list so that you have these tags blocked to help better curate your Bylerween experience.

Note: we may update and edit this list as we receive feedback and find more tags. (Last edited 10/22/23.) See something missing? Ask us to tag something/add to the list!

Tags that should be used for the event:

dark byler au

dark byler agenda

tw animal abuse

tw animal cruelty

tw blood

tw body horror

tw cannibalism

tw candy gore

tw clowns

tw csa

tw csa mention

tw death

tw decapitation

tw demons

tw dismemberment

tw eating people

tw flashing

tw flesh

tw gore

tw gun

tw homophobia

tw horror

tw hunting

tw immolation

tw implied/symbolic horror

tw injury

tw injuries

tw insects

tw illness

tw implied death

tw jump scare (for audio and video)

tw kidnapping

tw kidnapping mention

tw knives

tw light gore

tw missing person

tw murder

tw mental health

tw mutiliation

tw needles

tw nudity (Sexual material does not apply to this tag, and is not accepted for this event. This tag is solely used for non-explicit, non-sexual, aged-up nudity within a horror fanwork)

tw obsessive behavior

tw obsession

tw razors

tw stalking

tw serial killers

tw self destructive behavior

tw self destruction

tw self harm

tw self mutiliation

tw slurs

tw spiders

tw torture

tw trauma

tw trypophobia

tw violence

tw violent imagery

tw violent thoughts

tw violent death

tw vomit

tw vore (no explicit sexual content)

tw weapons

tw wounds

tw yandere

[luvleymutt]

Hello~ >\\\<

PLEASE READ THIS POST BEFORE MOVING ON !!

Intro:

~Hi cuties Im an 18 year old switch and virgin. Im nonbinary going by he/they im also pansexual and polyamorous. Im also 5,4 and pretty chubby.

Status: My dms are always open unless said otherwise you are also free to send any anons you want

Tag: #drippypupbarks is still my tag

General warnings:

❗°MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED°❗

❗There will be hard kinks and no tw if you are uncomfortable block or unfollow❗

❗MINORS, RACISTS, TERFS, ZIONIST, CHASERS, AND HOMOPHOBES WILL BE BLOCKED INSTANTLY❗

You are not welcome.

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°Names I like:

Puppy|Pet|Mutt|Doll|Pup|Sweetheart|Cumdump|little one|

(you can pretty much call me anything both degrading and not i LOVE to be called pretty boy though i will always fold. anything else ending with “boy” goes as well

°Dom names i like: Mister, Master, and sir

°Kinks:

•Anal

•Ageplay

•Agegap

•breeding

•Breath play

•bdsm

•corruption

•Cockwarming

•CnC/r@pe(Soft and hard)

•Degradation

•Dumbification

•Exhibitionism

•Edging

•Free use

•Intox (mainly weed)

•Monster fucking

•Masochism

•Overstimulation

•objectification

•Orgasm Denial

•Oral fixation

•Petplay (puppy play)

•Praise

•Sensory Deprivation

•Somnophilia

•sex in public (only in theory never tried b4)

•Temperature play (pup has a habit of putting ice inside their boyholes)

NOT INTO/LIMITS:

*Feet

*Gore

*Vomit

*Vore

*Drinking any bodily fluids (besides cum)

^Spam likers and mutuals can and should cum in my mouth^

[ratskinsuit]

Introduction And Rules and Blah

Feel free to request anything :)

(Drawing above by me)

Hello you can call me Fuse, I go by any pronouns although feminine is preferred. Welcome to my little trash can of chaos.

This blog will mainly contain random chaotic shit I feel like posting at random times, and fanfiction.

‼️🛑THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN NSFW TOPICS AND STORIES🛑‼️

As per the usual MDNI, I will allow people that are 16+ because by then you should know better and I feel you can handle it more, but it is your own choice to read and interact or not. However if you are younger and do chose to interact I cannot stop you because I am not your mother, and whatever you chose to expose yourself to if you ignore this warning will be your own fault.

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RULES AND SUCH:

No pedos, homophobes, racists, sexists, minors (read warning above) or rapists and stuff like that.

If you request something on my page that is nsfw and I believe your a minor I will ignore it, and if it is confirmed I will block you.

Do not harrass or discriminate to anybody on this blog. (In requests, comments, reposts ect-)

If you break these rules (which there are not many so it won’t be too hard) you will be blocked.

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RULES FOR REQUESTING:

Requests Are Open :)

What I will write:

Smut (Keep in mind I am AroAce so if it is not realistic I am sorry)

Fluff

Angst

Character x Reader

Character x Child!Reader (Platonic)

Character x Reader x Character (Polyamourus)

Any gendered reader

Headcannons

Drabbles

Reader personality traits/habits (such as: Reader is gloomy/optimist, or reader fidgets alot/Has a habit of talking outloud)

What I will not write:

Piss, scat, vomit, vore ect-

Pedophilia

ABDL/Age Regressing (I have nothing against it it’s just not something I really want to write)

Beastiality (With actual animals, hybrids are fine)

Character x Character

Noncon

Yandere

Reader with certain race, ethnicity, religion ect-

Trans readers (I am not transphobic at all, I just personally am not trans so I wouldn’t know how to write it)

Specific details about the readers appearance

No reader disorders (ADHD is fine however)

What I am currently writing for:

Hazbin Hotel (Any character except for children. Will write for Nifty, Mimzy, Emily, o and only MAYBE alastor)

May start for creepypasta but idk

Other info on requesting:

If readers gender is not specified or hinted at, will be set to gn

If type (Heacanons, Drabble, Story) is not specified, I will just do Headcanons + Short Drabble

Feel free to add reader details (listed in what I will do) but I will not do ones that are too specific, I try to be open so everyone can enjoy and see themselves in the reader :)

I do not use the terms “Y/N” or “Reader” in my stories or drabbles because I personally do not like it and feel like it breaks the immersion (Will use reader for headcanons though)

I will usually write things in second person (You, Yourself)

I go in order of when things are requested, so if you requested something and are following the rules, it will be written after eyertging before it.

If you have any questions or concerns relating to what I write, or if you have a request, feel to ask in the ask box and I will get to it soon as possible.

MASTERLIST

[mystique-mansion]

hi! im manny, im a 23 year old trans guy with some kinks lol. im a newbie pred who's kinda shy about vore; of course, i can still be mean and possessive ;) feel free to chat with me thru messages or my askbox!

dm's are always open to chat or rp, and please, feel free to send story ideas in my askbox! i love writing :3

WARNING!!!

this blog is NSFW and not for anyone under 18!

you will see fictional posts about

domestic violence + abuse

non-con/dub-con

drugs and alcohol intoxication

cgl/ageplay

master+pet

vore

gore+amputation+torture

i am a csa survivor who uses littlespace as a coping mechanism. im also a double amputee. i only am interested in the above things in a purely fictional context and with my own boundaries.

heres what im into

vore (unbirth, oral, cock, anal) PRED, either willing or unwilling depending on the scenario (love when my dom partners force me to vore someone~) (also prey in unbirth scenarios)

same size

macro/micro (as long as you stretch me out still)

mpreg (i'd loved to be filled up with a litter or two or three~)

oviposition

birth denial~

cgl (ageplay stuff, would LOVE to find a partner who's into this on top of the other things)

belly inflation (i gotta be on the receiving end; getting my guts or womb packed with your seed is a fav of mine)

safe vore (for unbirth and cock vore, mostly)

digestion (oral and anal, love being descriptive about how sloshy and soft you are)

belly aches snd rubs~

drugs and alcohol

vomit

absolute no's

scat and disposal

watersports (tho i do have a fetish abt wetting my pants in public and being teased about it, thats as far as ill go)

being prey (not at the moment, tho i do have a fantasy of being unbirthed by another, much older and experienced trans guy)

[prpfs]

📞 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚢...𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘.

BLACK PHONE (2022) ROLE-PLAY SEARCH

- No prior knowledge required! OCs welcome.

Hey, I'm a 24 year old semi-lit (1-3 para) role-player who recently re-watched Black Phone and suddenly developed a huge muse for the Grabber, Albert Shaw, but I am also open to portraying Vance, Max, and potentially Robin down the line. Discord only and I'm hoping for either equal plot/smut or leaned in favor of smut.

I'm looking to role-play AGAINST any of the "missing" boys, Max (his brother), or ANY OCs. Especially ones with bratty tendencies, maschocism, survival instincts, twisted themselves, or even likely to fall to stockholm syndrome. Like I said, no prior knowledge is required so if you have a slightly 🍪 OC that you'd want abducted by the Grabber I'm happy to introduce you to the movie through our RP.

With this character some 🍪 is unavoidable but nothing extreme. With that being said, the Grabber is canonly gay but if you want to play a female/trans character I'm open to figuring out something that works between our muses! AU's, mistaken identities, different eras, and other details can be discussed in DMs. The main plot premise I wanted was an abduction scenario but I also have some other ideas.

My only hard limits are scat, snuff, and extreme 🍪. Soft limits are vore, vomit and feet. This is a dead dove RP, there's no way to avoid most triggering content so please be warned.

give a like and anon will get back to you

[grossvampyr]

yes if you're here I'm that satanic vampire (or doll, depends).

🜏 Nyx • 29 • she/they • ur local disgusting vampire 🜏

Fair warning I made this side blog to post all the gross and risky stuff I don't wanna post on my main, don't expect me to be talkative here.

DNI if you're a minor, ageless/blank blog, anti-LGBTQ+ & transphobic (TERFS are not welcome here), anti sexwork, racist, pedo, if you support alt-right movements, if you're fatphobic, ableist, etc. Be warned I use the block button a lot.

𝕴 𝖉𝖔 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖊, 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊.

kinks & hard limits under the read more.

kinks & fetishes:  begging. blood. bodmod. bondage. breath play. breeding. cnc. corruption. dacryphilia. degradation. desacration. dom/sub. drool. dumbification. edging. forced orgasm. free-use. gore. hypno. impact play. knife play. latex. leather. masochism. master/slave. objectification. over stimulation. pain play. pegging. pet play. power play. sadism. sensory deprivation. somnophilia. spit. voice kink. voyeurism. worship.

hard limits: age play. birthing. cheating. diapers. inflation. pregnancy. race play. scat. sounding. vomit. vore.

[csmtmra]

RULES . . . . .

❍ [n]sfw writer for …….. jujutsu kaisen..my hero academia..chainsaw man

OCCASIONALLY there will be warnings for NSFW but i do forget sometimes, if you see that it’s not there feel free to let me know!!!!

⋆｡°✩ i write fem reader fics

⋆｡°✩ NOT SPOILER FREE

i write for jjk, mha, and csm atm

if you are racist, homophobic, a blank blog, overall rude, or here to copy DNI

what i will not write

…vomit, scat, vore, or age play!! anything else i think of will be added.

i do not write for male readers. REQUESTS ARE OPEN, feel free to send in anything you think of and if i feel comfortable to write it i will :)

[suitte23]

♥️ 🗨️ 🔗 　 ︙

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suitte23 🪭 : please read before you interact. T___T

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mashimallows: before you follow or interact.

i will be writing sfw and nsfw (angst/fluff/smut/dark content), so if you're a minor, please do not interact with the works that say +18, otherwise i'll block you.

not spoiler free for everything i write.

all nsfw writing will have a warning, so keep in mind when you click on keep reading and keep scrolling you're consenting to read and you're responsible for your own media consumption.

i don't have a post schedule, i just update when i feel like it, because i'm a very slow writer and procrastinator, so that means i'm not consistent, sometimes will be because lack or zero motivations and sometimes will be because i'm a student.

i really don't take requests, for the same thing mentioned above and i don't want to disappoint anybody, although i do accept suggestions.

like i said, english is not my first language, so feel free to (kindly) let me know if you see a grammatical mistake, because I often use a translator.

matetsu: who do i write for?

lowercase on purpose.

scream: amber freeman, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, ethan landry/kirsch, stu macher.

supernatural: castiel novak, dean winchester, john winchester, sam winchester.

marvel: eddie brock, peter parker (tom h. & andrew g.), stephen strange, tony stark.

dc: barry allen (ezra miller), billy batson, bruce wayne (robert p. & patrick), harley quinn, jaime reyes. freddy freeman.

the maze runner: minho, newt, thomas.

avatar: jake sully, lo'ak sully, neteyam sully.

it: patrick hockstetter, bill denbrough, richie tozier.

the wizarding world:

golden era: cedric diggory, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley, harry potter, lorenzo berkshire, mattheo riddle, neville longbottom, oliver wood, ron weasley, theodore nott.

marauders: james potter, regulus black, remus lupin, severus snape, sirius black.

fantastic beasts and where to find them: newt scamander.

stranger things: billy hargrove, eddie munson, mike wheeler, robin buckley, steve harrington.

the walking dead: carl grimes, daryl dixon, glenn rhee, negan, rick grimes, shane walsh.

the umbrella academy: diego hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, five hargreeves.

netieyam: what i will write?

miscellaneous: carlisle cullen, carlos de vil, edward cullen, emmett cullen, enoch o'connor, harry hook, jacob black, jacob portman, jasper hale, jay, lee eun-hyuk, rodrick heffley, zed necrodopolis.

fem! reader inserts only.

fluff & angst (mostly based on songs.)

smut (age gap, breeding, public sex, fingering, breath play, cum eating, corruption, dacryphilia, thigh riding and fucking, handjobs, p in v, anal, scissoring, cockwarming, size kink, daddy kink, degrading, gun and knife play, spitting, pet play, praising, somnophilia, male and female oral, dub-con and more...)

polyamory.

bupivacaina: what i won't write?

tropes: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, roomies, fake dating, omegaverse, etc.

gn! + male! + nb! & dom! reader (i just don't know how to write it.)

sensitive content (dysphoria, dysmorphia, suicide, vomit, abortion, eating disorders, self harm.)

smut (age play, zoophilia, everything that contain minors in suggestive situations, child abuse, pegging, incest, bondage, non-con, fisting, monsterfucking, raceplay.)

other (scat, water sports, foot fetish, snuff, vore, pregnancy, mpreg or having kids in general and more...)

© suitte23 : please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works in this or any other platform ! 2024

[lizardboiii]

INTRODUCTION•MASTER LIST

⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄

Hi everyone! My name is Lizardboi and I’ve decided to expand my works from AO3 to Tumblr! I plan on using this account to create mostly one shots. But most importantly, take requests<3.

Check out my bio for the fandoms I am most comfortable writing characters for. I am open to trying other fandoms but I can’t promise I will be able too.

As of right now I don’t have any one shots completed but I do have a master list planned. I also plan on posting my already created works from AO3.

Warnings!!!

A lot of my works use NSFW content and are for 18+ ONLY. I strongly discourage minors from interacting with this page.

MASTERLISTS

Last updated: 3/25

Total Works: 3

┃JUJUTSU KAISEN

┃ONE PIECE

┃DCU

Anyone (18+) is welcome to request other characters/fandoms! The ones I have listed at the moment I’m pretty hyper-fixed on so you have a better chance of me taking your request. NSFW requests will only be considered if your page clearly lists you are a legal adult.

RULES/LIMITS (WILL NOT WRITE):

•P*dophilia

•Piss/Scat/Vomit kinks

•N*crophillia

•Incest

•Vore

•Others may be added as requests come in

WILL WRITE:

•R*pe/noncon

•Unhealthy Relationships

•Adultery

•Large Age Gaps (as long as they are both above 18)

•Multi Partners (Threesomes, etc.)

•SFW

•NSFW

•Other Taboos I Have Not Listed You Can Message Me!

Thank you for visiting, I can’t wait to start filling this master list! Please visit my AO3 for already posted content!

⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄ ｡･:*˚:✧｡⋄

[vampyre-kin]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢, 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔶, 𝔤𝔬 𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤.

꧁༒☬ 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓜𝓮. ☬༒꧂

I am an autistic genderfluid/masc leaning nb but I tend to present feminine aesthetically. This blog is like a diary of sorts where I will put any and all of my darker thoughts and interests. I'm a fucked up little freak and if you hate fucked up little freaks you will not like it here. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜: Fang, Ghost, or Vi.

𝙰𝚐𝚎: 21.

𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: bi, poly.

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: they/them/he/him.

𝙼𝙱𝚃𝙸: Intp.

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜: doll, bunny, pet, toy, baby boy, pretty boy, little bro, kiddo.

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜: vampire, fallen angel, ghost, doll.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚒𝚜 #𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢 𝚓𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎

𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 𝚈𝙾𝚄.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟾+ 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚐.

Asks/anons are always welcome and wanted from the wholesome to the downright depraved.

My dms are also open but I don't promise to always reply.

Kinks and limits under cut.

꧁༒☬ 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈. ☬༒꧂

𝙲𝙽𝙲

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚡

𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎

𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙲𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊

𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

𝙷𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊

𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚜

𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎

𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢/𝙳𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢

𝙵𝚊𝚞𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 (𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝙷𝚄𝙶𝙴 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚡" 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝)

𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚜 (𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛)

𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚝

𝙳𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝙵𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍

𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚜/𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜

𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖

𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎

𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙳𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜

𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙

𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕

𝚂𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

I couldn't really figure out where to put this neatly but I am a submissive and while I can take on a more dominant role as a service to my partner I do not prefer to.

This is strictly fantasy between consenting adults, consent is always necessary and non negotiable. Sex without consent is not sex.

꧁༒☬ 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓼. ☬༒꧂

Scat, vomit, any distinctly feminine terms like girl or princess, the word "pussy" (I prefer cunt/boycunt or even boy/doll parts), feederism, misgendering, forced fem, vore, do not ask me for photos or expect to form some kind of intimate relationship with me.

DNI: Racists, homophobes, transphobes, fatphobes, abelists, transmeds, detransitioners, sexists, biphobes, "men DNI" blogs (I love men, and sometimes I am one). and I'll say it again, MINORS. DO. NOT. INTERACT. Be GONE. Idgaf what y'all do in your space but stay the hell out of mine.

♡ ♡ ♡ You have been warned. ♡ ♡ ♡

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The Giant and the Princess (9/10)

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Content Warning: Vore mentions/ themes

Word Count: 2.1k words

------ Part 9 ------

Ajax’s mother finished cleaning and bandaging his injuries and placed a fresh cloth on his forehead. His body was slowly recovering, and the inflammation in his limbs from the poison was decreasing. Even his fever was starting to break. He had yet to wake up, but she knew he needed rest and quiet. She left him alone so he could recover in peace. 

When Ajax finally cracked his eye open, his skull was throbbing with abysmal, excruciating pain. He moaned and lifted his arm, which felt like it weighed a million pounds, up to his face, only to find a thick bandage covering the locus point of the pain. He let out a heavy sigh as his memory slowly returned, and he recalled the projectile stabbing his eye. He was probably half-blind now. 

As he slowly became aware of his surroundings, he recognized his own bedroom. He couldn’t remember how he got here; his last memory occurred in the woods. He vaguely recalled Iris standing on his face, dribbling water into his mouth. 

“Iris?” he rasped softly. No answer. She must’ve gone back to the castle. As he spoke, he felt a hard, spiky lump scratching the inside of his throat. He didn’t like the tickly feeling, which made him cough until the irritating object ascended his throat into his mouth. He reached in and pulled it out, swallowing in the process to clear his sore throat. 

He squinted at the tiny object pinched between his fingertips, confused. It was something pointy and shiny, like a lump of metal, slathered in saliva and bile. He could almost believe it was armor from a soldier he consumed, like a helmet, but it sparkled with gold and flecks of color rather than the metallic gray of iron. He brought it closer to his eye so he could see it better. His eye widened with shock.  

It was a crown. Somehow, he swallowed a crown. As the cogs in his brain chugged through his grogginess and pain, he realized with escalating horror that it was Iris’s crown. If he had unwittingly ingested her crown, did that mean...? He clutched his belly with his free hand, squishing the skin to see if he could detect any movement. Nothing. There was nothing alive in his gut. 

His stomach clenched and cramped with revulsion, and he felt like vomiting as the horrific reality sank in. His lone eye welled up with tears as he stared a hole through her precious crown. Iris was dead. He had eaten her. He couldn’t even remember swallowing her, as there was a large gap in his memory. Had he lost control, in the delirium of fever? Had she begged and pleaded for him to stop as he mercilessly bit down on her fragile form? Or did she fall into his mouth while bringing him refreshment, and he gulped her down as greedily as he drank the water?  

Hideous guilt consumed him as he pictured her last brutal, graphic moments. He could imagine her falling through the gap of his open lips and teeth, sliding down the slope of his tongue, and sinking into his gullet. A simple flex of his throat, and she’d be forced down, never to behold the light of day again. She’d land in his stomach, flailing desperately in a churning, burning, pitch-black purgatory, encompassed by slimy, pulsing stomach walls and surrounded by the half-digested corpses of armored men. The thought of her dying inside him, when he had no awareness or knowledge of her whereabouts, was too much for his heart to bear. 

Nausea overwhelmed him. He clumsily plunked the miniscule crown on his bedside table and rolled over on his side. Retching and gagging, he expelled the contents of his stomach over the bed onto the floor. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand as he stared down at the puddle on the ground. Bones and metal fragments floated in the filthy liquid. Was Iris’s skeleton mixed in there? Ajax turned away from the grotesque sight and wept. 

“Ajax? Are you awake in there?” his mother called as she walked into the room. She saw him crying, with the vomit on the floor. “Oh, you poor dear!” She stroked his clammy forehead, muttered soothing words to him, and cleaned up his mess.  

“Shhhh, it’s alright sweetie, I know it hurts,” she murmured. “But it’s okay… you’re alive, and you still have one good eye! You’re not completely blind.” She didn’t understand that Ajax was weeping over his lost love. He didn’t bother to tell her. What good would it do? She wouldn’t understand anyways. His parents ate humans as heartlessly as he did.  

His chest tightened at the thought. He’d done something so unforgivable, breaking her trust like that. Yet, he knew their love was destined to end in disaster and tragedy. He couldn’t deny his true nature. He was a giant; she was a human. She was his prey. Their relationship was never supposed to exist in the first place. He did exactly what he was biologically programmed to do. 

His sorrow was overtaken with rage as he sought subconsciously to shift the blame away from himself. If those humans hadn’t attacked him, he never would’ve eaten her. He believed, when in charge of his faculties, he would’ve stopped himself. He boiled over as he thought about soldiers, and guards, and bandits. They were disgusting, pesky, cruel little vermin. His lovely Iris should’ve been treated with love and respect by her own people. She shouldn’t have been forced to turn to a giant to find someone that cared about her. 

He poured all his emotions, his grief and regret and physical agony, into a newfound hatred for humans. He blamed them for everything that had gone wrong. His precious little princess, the only good human out there, was gone forever. All because of them, their dreadful mistreatment of her, and their violence. He stewed in his dark fury, plotting vengeance. 

His mental condition did not improve when his father failed to return home, and his mother discovered that humans had slaughtered him and displayed his severed head outside their city. Both Ajax and his mother were devastated by the loss. His hatred and despair deepened, tempered into a hardened edge like steel. As human leaders began to realize they possessed the means to take down the giants that preyed upon them, the violence escalated. More human kingdoms became involved, and started killing giants indiscriminately, even those who had been relatively peaceful. 

When the giants realized that they were being systematically hunted and exterminated, they were outraged. They responded with just as much brutality: destroying bridges and human infrastructure, devouring travelers, crushing any humans that crossed their path, menacing the cities. A targeted assault by several giants on the magical barriers around the human cities was enough to weaken and shatter them. The giants demolished many human settlements, razing them to the ground and smashing their inhabitants like insects. The death toll on both sides was catastrophic. Humans were better organized, with better weapons, magic, and ingenuity, but giants possessed the raw strength and size to wreak havoc. 

Ajax and his mother were forced to flee their home in the mountains with the escalating aggression. When Ajax healed, he was ready to fight back. Heartbroken and enraged, he shredded through human armies and trampled his enemies into dust. He hated humans with a vitriol that poisoned his soul and turned him bitter. He couldn’t face his terrible guilt for what he had done, lest he crumble, so he drowned it in bloodshed. He pined for his fallen princess and his father. No amount of destruction he caused could bring them back. 

He never allowed himself to feel any sympathy for his victims, even if they were small and innocent. He recognized that his error was in his own weakness, in allowing himself to love and be gentle in an inappropriate situation, when he wasn’t supposed to. He grew mean and cold, seeking to submerge his guilt with hatred instead. His heart was hardened. He found release from his spiraling despair and remorse by seeking revenge in barbaric outbursts. He became more ferocious and feral, like a mistreated dog brutalized for fighting. 

He tried not to dwell on Iris, and the unspeakable thing he had done to her. He struggled to block the memories of her out of his mind. One day, while attacking a human city with a few other giants, he almost fancied he smelled her distinctive scent mixed in with the crowd. He knew such a thing was impossible; she was dead. He drowned his grief in destruction, smashing and eating humans indiscriminately. As he ripped off the roof of a building, grabbed a handful of people, and shoveled them into his mouth, he imagined he could almost taste her. He pushed the thought out of his mind and continued to rampage.  

History ran its course. With both sides devastated, the humans finally called for a truce with a proposal. Humans and giants clearly were not compatible, since giants couldn’t control their hunger for human flesh, so the humans would use their magic to find the giants a new place to live. While many giants, including Ajax, rejected what would essentially be banishment, cooler and wiser heads prevailed. Most of the giants were weary of war, and believed the bloodshed against their smaller kin was excessive. They were aware that the retaliation from the humans, while brutal and excessive, was not entirely unjustified, since giants had eaten so many of their people. 

Human magic was powerful, and held promise for a new world, one with sufficient food to better support the giant population. The current realm that they inhabited alongside humans was not sized for them, and they struggled to survive off a diminishing population of prey. So, as a collective, the giants accepted the offer. The most powerful human wizards used their magic to open portals to other realms in order to find a suitable place for the giants to live. 

Like the others, Ajax settled in the new fertile lands. Time passed. He never forgot the princess, as hard as he tried, but he eventually moved on, married a giantess, and settled down. She bore him two sons: Chester and Jasper. Ajax didn’t want his boys to suffer the same heartbreak he did, or fall into similar pitfalls. He raised them in a way he saw fit, so they wouldn’t be soft and weak. He was very harsh on them, perhaps too harsh, in order to toughen them up. Even after hundreds of years, he still suffered temperamental fits of violent rage over the injustices in his life that he took out on his sons. 

Overall, his offspring disappointed him. Despite his best efforts, they didn’t turn out to be the ideal image of strong, stoic warriors that Ajax aspired to. They were small and scrawny for giants, taking after the more feminine traits of their mother, and soft and compassionate in character. Jasper, with his jovial nature, never took anything seriously, and Chester was more interested in activities like reading and writing than engaging in manual labor to build muscle. They were spineless, since they never had to fight in any wars or suffer real hardship, and Ajax resented that quality in his progeny. 

Ajax was at least satisfied that he succeeded in ensuring his sons only saw humans as food. Humans were rare in this land, the Land of Giants, but they occasionally appeared when magical lightning storms transported them from the human realm. He made sure to catch some humans and feed them to his sons as special treats. Jasper always slurped up his humans with glee. Chester seemed more sullen and sad when he ate his share, but he didn’t dare disobey his volatile father, lest he suffer a beating. 

His sons grew up and moved out, and he didn’t see them as often, since they sought to distance themselves from their strict father. Chester was more of a recluse, and moved into a modest cottage out in the woods, away from any major townships. He spent most of his days in seclusion, working from home on freelance writing gigs. His life wasn’t unpleasant by any means, peaceful and quiet, but he was a bit lonely. 

That would change when a magical lightning storm brought a human woman out to his neck of the woods… 

(Author's Note: This is where my story The Giant ties in, which tells Chester's tale. However, this story still has one chapter to go, so stay tuned!)

Part 10