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An Essay About Slash Review of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, A Video Game Which is Very Good

(and also: has prompted many quite wrong rather bad takes)

An essay by Audrey of the joystick system

The very bad discourse and drama around The Coffin of Andy and Leyley has served to obscure the simple fact that it is quite a very good video game and this video essay is here to tell you about that.

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Hi everyone. So. The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is really, really fucking good.

If you’ve heard of this game, you’ve probably heard of it in the context of memes, screenshots divorced from context, and/or capricious moral outrage. If you’ve not heard of this game, well, you’re hearing of it now! And good thing, too, because much of the coverage and discussion around this game that already exists has… been, let’s just say, not particularly earnest. I hope to remedy that at least somewhat with this video.

If you’ve heard about this game because of discourse, and come here expecting drama and hot takes, then, this may not be your video. Or your YouTube channel, even. Or maybe it is, if you’d like the delicious comments section. If you’re that sort of clicker, though— welcome! I’m Audrey of the joystick system, and this is the place where I (and my headmates) talk honestly about things we care about, and I hope you’ll hear me out a little and maybe consider staying and improving our viewer retention. Thanks, if you do.

So, to writ: My purpose today is to gush. I will be gushing here. For most of it. And as for what I will be gushing about, some of it will be gushing BLOOD, GUTS, AND DELICIOUS DEATH. I am entirely serious. The subject of today’s presentation contains mature content, including copious foul language and themes slash depictions of death, cannibalism, cultism, demon summoning rituals, parricide, dystopian social decay, and heterosexuality. Oh, and also a little bit of incest as a treat, I guess, but the incest is heterosexual, and that’s worse.

[long pause]

Excellent. You’re still here. So. This morbidly beautiful video game may not be for everyone, but that’s good, because it is instead for exactly me! A short plot synopsis of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley might go as follows:

if you're not watching the video listen to this for extra effect

Siblings Andrew and Ashley Graves are forcibly quarantined inside their apartment by the local authorities, with no food and even less hope for rescue. Their parents have abandoned them. Absolutely no one is coming to save them. In order to survive and escape this awful situation, they butcher and consume the fresh flesh of some guy who got himself soul vored by a demon that he summoned without a plan.

This conspicuously carnivorous crime, and their effort to cover their tracks, puts them in a fair bit of a deeper shithole than they are already in. So naturally they keep digging themselves deeper by committing even more crimes, AND in the process, also dig themselves deeper into their toxic codependent sibling relationship, which is going just great, thank you. Sure, Andrew almost killed his sister, but he didn’t, and that’s what matters! And she still loves him, so it’s all good!

This is of course a joke.

First thing I absolutely love about this game is the writing. It’s witty, intelligent, uncompromising, and just generally delicious. It holds nothing back in depicting the toxicity of the two leads and their relationship, resulting in two compelling characters whose flaws and few virtues perfectly complement slash exacerbate one another, resulting in a beautiful train wreck of a relationship dynamic that proves equal parts disturbing, mesmerizing, and hilarious.

The charming darkly comedic bite of the writing style also lends a lot of great character to the setting. This sardonically presented dystopian world is both richly detailed and fleetingly elaborated on, a commendable balance to have achieved, in my opinion. The first chapter of this game is hilarious not just because of the banter between Ashley and Andrew (which is terrific), but because it presents such a sharp satire of current year bullshit.

As just an example, I give you, one of my favorite jokes in the game:

I probably don’t need to explain the thing this is making fun of to you, but I will anyway.

The situation presented in The Coffin of Andy and Leyley’s first episode is very easily readable as an allegory for how disasters that are a direct result of ongoing 2020s late capitalist decay continuously fuck people over. In particular, this scenario feels like a direct commentary on both the COVID-19 pandemic as well as the Flint, Michigan water crisis. The former obviously has affected way more people but what both have in common is that they are crises created and exacerbated by malfeasance and/or negligence committed in the name of for-profit interests, and that the “response,” to them, such as there was one, has amounted to dehumanizing and marginalizing the victims while minimizing the issue, forcing the victims out of society’s wider view, and being reticent to punish the individuals responsible.

Just as the authorities responded to the water crisis and the worst excesses of the pandemic in real life, the authorities in The Coffin of Andy and Leyley impose half-measures designed to further restrict the freedom of the dirty undesirables who bear the worst damages, while merely shielding the upper echelons of society from the disaster rather than actually addressing or attempting to solve the issue. Most of you who lived through 2020 in the United States probably have experienced the frustration of being on the receiving end of this kind of policy.

During the pandemic, the quarantine was supposed to protect us, but for a lot of people it ended up doing quite the opposite. A lot of folks didn’t have any savings, and couldn’t get any since the employment market wasn’t exactly on fire, and our representatives had to be bothered way too much just to put out a pithy economic stimulus just to save face. Not to say that this all has stopped, exactly, as all that’s changed now is that we’re just, living with this situation, but.

It wasn’t literally a cop outside everyone’s door preventing them from going outside to not die, but for a lot of people, it might as well have been that! Never mind those who, y’know, had no inside to retreat to. Or were imprisoned during the pandemic and left even more unprotected! Or thrown out by their landlords! And so on. And, y’know, the big chain grocery stores keep throwing out all the perfectly good unsold food, so they’re already sending this message in all but, well… these exact words.

So, that’s why I think this joke lands. It’s exaggerated, but familiarly rooted, and that’s just good satire! It’s a joke which feels lifted right out of Invader Zim, which, I would put The Coffin of Andy and Leyley right about on the level of as far as both the tone it’s going for and the quality of its execution. Which of course, brings us to the extremes that these circumstances push its characters, and its plot, to.

Okay, so, also like Invader Zim, The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is hardly a polemic, nor is it a morality tale. Sure, there’s social commentary in it, but that’s just a nice side thing. It’s not a story about the otherwise innocent victims of an unjust society who are pushed to do terrible things by circumstances outside their control— it is, rather a story of terrible people, who, both because of their character failings, and the desperate situations they find themselves in, find themselves doing even worse things.

Andrew and Ashley commit the cannibalism the first time in large part because they kind of have to do it. No food! Cop outside their door actively deterring them from getting food! Out of options! So they do it. They could probably be excused, if only they were given a fair trial. Which they realize they’re not going to get. So yeah. It’s understandable that they do it. And that they kill this one cop, who very much has it coming.

But they do not have to keep doing it! And gosh grief, do they keep fucking doing it— so many its. They really do not stop digging that hole that they are in. Even the first time that they do the cannibalism, when they kind of really have to do the cannibalism, Ashley is just a little bit more excited about doing the cannibalism than she probably should be.

I love this kind of delicious edgy dark humor. I love stories that go for it, imagine the worst possible people they can, and also try to make that funny. I love this about Invader Zim, that it presents a character who is unquestionably a monster, but also has relatable human desires like wanting to fit in and being concerned about looking weird or abnormal, but has those feelings for very different reasons and acts on them by committing some very despicable crimes. It really gets at a deep-seated darkness that I and a lot of other fucked up traumatized queer people who were little kids when this show aired have, the catharsis of visualizing some of our worst intrusive thoughts while evoking the emotions that pushed us to imagine this kind of fucked up shit.

I’ve loved this kind of thing since we saw Heathers when we were 14. Heathers is an absolutely incredible film that you should check out, by the way, and about which we failed to properly or interestingly articulate our thoughts a few years back. Its lead protagonists, Jason “J.D.” Dean and Veronica Sawyer, are similarly relatable characters who have familiar feeling flaws and emotionally resonant trauma hangups, and also function as very toxic enablers of each other’s worst traits, leading them to work through those feelings by, y’know, murdering their classmates!

Heathers made us realize just how exactly mentally ill of a 14 year old we really were when we were 14, and I love it for that. So. So fucking much.

That was ten years and change ago.

We are still a mentally ill 24 year old.

And Andrew and Ashley Graves, if I had to sum them up, are basically J.D. and Veronica, if they were in their twenties, siblings, and also way, way, way worse.

And I love them.

So, obviously. Ashley and Andrew are hilarious. At least, I find them to be such. They’re terrible, and awful, and amazing, and Ashley is such a girlboss. She is one of the most God Forbid Women Do Anything characters ever.

Anyway! I’ve talked about the cannibalism, and the dystopia, and the characters, and why all of that’s good. I’ve also forgotten to talk about the part where they evade an assassin, and, also a host of other things.

I love that this game has so many fun little optional interactions with NPCs, objects, and items, that you can totally miss. I love how the narration hints at the solutions to puzzles by snarkily referring to things you can interact with as what their purpose is to the characters rather than what they are, this quip about the mop that you clean up a murder scene with, the interactions that Andrew has with these cultists who suck at demon summoning, the excellent in-game art and the brilliant visual duality of Andrew and Ashley’s character designs, this line where Andrew is upset that life is so hard for them as fugitives from the law because they can only find this one shitty motel that takes cash and doesn’t ask them for their ID, and also the music, which is royalty free music made by people unassociated with the developer but is nonetheless perfectly suited for the game.

So much about this game is stuff I find so completely brilliant, and I have so little to criticize, that I think we’d probably be here all day if I kept going. So.

Let’s spend a thousand ish more words talking about the parents.

When The Coffin of Andy and Leyley begins, the protagonists’ parents are absent. You can optionally find two early references to them early on— one, if you interact with the bed in their bedroom, and encounter the shocking revelation that “Your parents have FUCKED on this bed.”

The second, is if you interact with the phone, the game dutifully informs you that,

You’re probably less than five minutes into the game at this point, barely begun solving the first puzzle, which prompted you to “find nutrients to not die.” And of course, this says about all you need to know. These children have been abandoned. But if it needed to be any clearer, the game later delivers unto you a flashback to prior in the story, when Ashley desperately calls Mrs. Graves for help after they leave and go move to a hotel, and later a new house, to which the kids are of course not invited. And this specific scene, specific line, here, fucking hit me:

“And I don’t want to hear these lies about starving anymore.”

Emphasis mine.

Even as Ashley and Andrew escalate the severity of their crimes which gradually come to have less and less to do with their need to survive as the story goes on, I find it very hard to not be on their side at least a little bit, and this is easily the biggest reason why.

I have had this phone call.

Not this exact specific phone call, of course. Obviously, I’ve never been locked up in an apartment with an armed patrol outside my door whose job it was to gaslight me while ensuring that I starved to death. Obviously, my mom has never said those exact words.

But gosh grief and fuck me if it’s never felt like she has. She may as well have fucking told me that, with all the things she told me I was lying about. And who fucking knows, maybe she did say those exact words to us, and we repressed them. I don’t know. I am very not done working through all the bullshit that she gaslit us over.

*sighs, preparing to vent*

I have called our mother and had to beg her to pay for food. I have called her and had to beg to pay for our rent, while our parents were supposed to be supporting us studying abroad. I have called her and begged her to forgive me for daring to use just a few of the thirty dollars our parents used to send us to live with every month back then, to buy a drink or a movie ticket or something. I have had to concede to our parents financially holding us hostage, had to go the last week of the month on a shoestring diet while waiting for them to graciously deposit another thirty dollars into our bank account... so that we could continue eating. I used to relish February, the shortest month, for being the one part of the year in which I had to stretch out that thirty dollars the least. And once, I pleaded with our mother to pay for us to move to another apartment when the landlord suddenly kicked us out of the current one, abruptly and obligatorily switching gears from arguing with her to kissing her ass through our gritted teeth, under threat of our parents cutting off their financial support of us completely, abandoning us in a foreign country where we had no money, no job, and barely spoke the language.

And one day, after I stopped dancing to their tune, they just stopped listening, stopped even pretending to want to help. After nineteen years of escalating emotional and physical abuse and neglect, they abandoned us. And one day, after I spent months working 10 hour days every week Ubering food around for tips, sending my resume, filling applications, making calls, stopping into places to ask for work, all to no avail, for months, and desperately plugging the Patreon page of this very YouTube channel praying that some generous soul with money to burn would solve all our problems. All of this still wasn’t enough, and wasn’t going anywhere, and I’d run out of money and was short on rent on the one sublet room we could get that cost exactly three hundred dollars…

And I called her, and I asked her for help. I really didn’t want to. I wanted to hear nothing of her again. And she said to stop lying. To stop bullshitting her that I couldn’t get enough money, or find a job.

Not too long after, I swore off all contact with her, and eventually also with our father. And every time I have spoken to either of them since, I have made no secret of how I feel. Because if I get nothing out of kissing their ass, why fucking pretend.

My family is not poor. They own their house. They own, and leased out, a second house. Their house is full of fancy IKEA furniture and various other niceties, they’ve renovated the place at least twice, they live in a nice, safe neighborhood, they have an attic and a basement, they at one point paid for multiple plane tickets for us per year while still refusing to let us eat on any more than thirty five dollars, an extra five dollars we also had to beg them for. Our dad has a lucrative tech job. All of this, and they insisted, while refusing to answer questions about their finances in any detail, that they couldn’t afford to help us go to where we wanted to go for college, that they had no place for us in their house, that they couldn’t afford three hundred dollars of rent to help us have a roof over our head for one more month.

So when I read this delightful jaunt of a chapter of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, where Andrew and Ashley break into their parents’ new huge house to steal all their shit, and Ashley says “This is some rich people stuff!” about their fireplace,

And when their mom says, “there’s no room to keep housing you here indefinitely,” and the internal monologue says, “even though it’s way bigger than the old house.” It’s both an entertaining mockery of the attitude of the typical American family, how first you’re your parents’ property for eighteen years and then you’re turned out on your own to face the world without their support, and how the fuck are you supposed to live like that, to figure out how to live your life in the face of that, to meaningfully be a fulfilled person in that situation, especially in a time, when, no, mom, I can’t pay a college tuition on a waitress salary like you did back in the fucking nineties, you c--t,

Even though they have an extra bed in their basement and a perfectly good couch and plenty of space for another bed besides, and a vegetable garden, and a kitchen, and all these other middle-class petty bougie niceties, the Graves mom says, “sorry, we can’t keep helping you,” and. And. I read all this, and I think,

“I understand why Ashley wants to fucking flay these people. I understand why she wants to K1!L them.”

I cannot tell you how much catharsis the ending of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley episode 2 gave me. I cannot convey the weight of my gratitude that someone out there validated my anger and my specific fucked up power fantasy with their art. I didn’t even ask them to. I probably would’ve eventually done it on my own. But I’m so glad that someone did it for me.

If I ever hypothetically meet Nemlei, somehow, and have some cash, I will happily buy them a drink. Hopefully, by paying this excellent game’s ten dollar cover price, I already have!

I know you’re not watching this, but on the off chance this reaches your ears, I just wanna say thanks. For giving me a safe, legal, regret-free, socially acceptable, non-violent outlet for the rage I feel towards my parents.

Well.

Mostly socially acceptable.

Meow.

This game is not finished, as you may have noticed if you’ve gone to check it out on Steam. It ends on an ambiguous and open note, but in my opinion, a perfectly satisfying one. Nemlei could disappear absolutely, never release the proper ending of this game, and never make another game again, and I would not be mad. I've already got more than my money’s worth and then some. So. Yeah. I’m happy. Count me as happy!

I kinda wanna start talking a bit more about the branches of the second episode. I wanna say how it’s a brilliant idea to have two separate story arcs for the two variations of this episode’s ending, and how I hope that that’s executed on as beautifully as the rest of the game already is. I wanna talk about the ways in which Andrew and Ashley’s mom is ambiguously humanized despite being so obviously terrible. I wanna talk about the dialogue Andrew does when his parents offer him a chance to make amends, and he has doubts, if you choose to let him have them, and how I would probably also have doubts in his position, and not be able to follow through without my lovely evil cannibal sister pushing me towards… the thing. I wanna talk about this line, where Ashley talks about why she likes eating people, and how it’s so equal parts poetic and macabre and edgy bullshit and that that’s such a beautifully balanced cocktail of emotion to nail and Nemlei totally fucking nails it

I WANT TO GUSH FOREVER. ABOUT THIS GAME. AND I WANT NO ONE TO STOP ME.

Alas, I will stop myself.

And move on to the elephant in the room!

THE FUCKING.

Mom: “But that-.... That doesn’t make any sense.” Mom: “Why would you not-......” Mom: “Ah, I get it.” Andrew: “..........??” Mom: “You fuck her.” Andrew: “Wha— HUUUUH?!?!!?” Mom: “Oh that is disgusting! Andrew, she’s your sister for god’s sake!” Andrew: “I haven’t done anything!? What the hell, mom!?” Mom: “Then what does she give you that makes it worth all this?” Andrew: “W-well that’s none of your business, is it??” Mom: “I knew something was off… How did I fuck up so bad? I’m the worst mother ever..!” Andrew: “No! I mean yes you are, but I have never—!” Ashley: “I’m baaaa-ack!!!” Andrew: “Now of all times!?” Ashley: “I got the money! Did you miss me, handsome?? Did you? Did you??” Mom: “...........................” Andrew: “(I WANT TO DIE!!!!!!)”

Okay. So. I said I didn’t want to talk about this. But I’m talking about this game. I can’t not talk about it.

Yep, it’s hot takes and drama time!

So, not too long ago, Nemlei deleted their Twitter, their Itch.io, their everything, their entire online presence. The Steam page for The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, which used to list Nemlei as the developer and publisher, now lists “Kit9 Studio.” It is the only game to their name on the platform. A community forum post from said entity known as Kit9 announces that “the developer” (no name given) “has decided to permanently and completely terminate their activities online from here on.”

I don’t know exactly what happened, or why they did this. There’s a lot of people around who sure think they know. But in brief, as neutrally as possible: Nemlei, or someone close to them, was doxxed, or at least sought out as a doxxing target, by one or multiple users of an online forum. Their supposed crime? Making a video game “for degenerates.”

I don’t know who did the doxxing. I don’t know what their motive was, and for my own sanity, I am not going to look. I am choosing not to care. The most important and most obvious fact at hand here is that Nemlei’s creation has been met with controversy amongst social media users, and about one or two hack video game outrage journalists, who seem to have nothing better to do or say. And it seems clear that the doxxing wouldn’t have happened had they not been met with this negative attention. And all because of this.

Not the cannibalism, not the parricide, not the demon sacrifices. No, um, the one implied sex scene.

And it doesn’t even actually happen! It’s just a premonition of a possible future event that Ashley and Andrew supernaturally receive. It’s not particularly graphic, it doesn’t yet go anywhere, and it’s a short scene on an optional route that the game actively forewarns you about. You have to be trying to see it on purpose.

Well, that’s all true. It is indeed a minor and avoidable scene, and the discourse about it has absolutely poisoned the well when it comes to the conversation about the game. But also, “uhh, it’s optional and not a big thing,” is inadequate as a defense. This is still content in the game that Nemlei actively chose to put in the game, and even discounting this, the themes of incest are all over the game. Ashley speaks flirtatiously to Andrew at basically every turn. Even if you avoid this specific scene, the incest themes are not something you’re going to just not notice, if you’re paying attention to the text.

All that being said, it’s not like this content comes as a surprise. The Coffin of Andy and Leyley’s Steam store page accurately represents the product! A brother and sister. Codependency and cannibalism. It’s not as if you don’t know what you’re paying for and choosing to play. You came here for this! Most of the people playing this are here for this! You have to figure that if they are fine with killing and eating people, they’re probably fine with fucking each other, or, eventually possibly eventually going to be, at least.

So you’d think, except that many people seem to unironically believe that the cannibalism is more moral than the incest.

Oh, god, I’m doing this right now, aren’t I.

So, I get it. While I’m pretty skeptical of the notion that cannibalism is not as bad as incest, I do realize that incest is, at the very least, the more taboo of these things, and that a lot of people are more uncomfortable with it than they are with the cannibalism and the murder. To quote the one positive and in-depth review available in any media outlet at the time of this writing, from Destructoid:

“This aspect is undoubtedly the most controversial element about The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, and I understand why. While cannibalism is a taboo subject, it’s present in mainstream games like Fallout as an option for players. Having incestuous themes crosses over into Drakengard territory, and even then, no option allows Caim to reciprocate Furiae’s feelings for him.”

"The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is horrifying and I can’t get enough of it" Andrea Gonzalez, Destructoid, November 12 2023

So, yeah, I. y’know. Get it. I know why. However.

I can point to a lot of things that Andrew and Ashley do wrong in this game. They are, as per the game’s premise, very not okay, not as individuals, and not together. Andrew is way too attached to Ashley, and Ashley is generally an awful person who is way too attached herself, and also, all too quick on the draw to take advantage of Andrew’s attachment to her to make him do what she wants. This is not a healthy relationship. And we’re here for it! It’s compelling!

But, I think it’s worth asking why it’s such a toxic dynamic. Is it because they’re siblings? Well, not really. It’s a dynamic that’s specifically possible with them being siblings, but it’s not because of their sibling connection.

The actual reason why Andrew and Ashley’s relationship turns abusive isn’t because their relationship is abusive by necessity or nature, but because Ashley abuses their relationship. And she is doing this for basically the whole game. Like, it is abusive the whole time. It doesn’t become abusive when their relationship takes its romantic turn. Does it become more abusive? I mean. Maybe. Maybe the romance exacerbates the abuse. I dunno, we’ll have to wait and see what the next episode says.

So, then, why is the notion of them possibly in the future having sex the elephant in the room here, when before that, they do so many objectively worse things that cause much more harm both to themselves and others? Is that really so much more of a bigger deal than the murder and the people eating?

Or. To phrase it Ashley’s way. You played a game about mutilating and eating your parents’ corpses, and getting laid is what you’re freaking out about?

Is the incest really that much more extreme, or are you just more disgusted with it?

And even if you are more disgusted with it. Even if we grant that it is, actually, somehow, more harmful for siblings to have sex with each other, than to do murder and cannibalism. Is this the hill you’re dying on? What you’ve decided is of such utmost importance and injustice that you decide to go harass some random indie dev who just wants to make a silly video game about a couple of siblings eating people?

Does it truly make sense to let your kneejerk moral disgust guide you to the conclusion that the creator of this game deserves to be persecuted for merely writing about and drawing a thing you don’t like?

Well, to answer that, we have to get into the question of whether or not “immoral fiction” is harmful, or “normalizing” things that are wrong. Does fictionally depicting an immoral action actually cause harm?

I could dance around in circles for a little while about the edge cases, and certain writers who are publishing bad or hateful material in bad faith, or fascist propaganda, which is of course always bad, or whatever other example I could use to qualify my point or list out an exception to appease the people who disagree with me, but, I’ll just cut right to the chase, and tell you the answer

No!

The answer is NO!

The thing about taboos is that they don’t make us more safe. They don’t protect us from bad things. All they do is protect people’s comfort by silencing people they don’t want to understand, and enable bad actors by keeping their victims in the dark, and denying them the ability to talk about it.

The only thing we end up doing by censoring stories about these uncomfortable topics, and making it socially unacceptable to talk about them, is make it harder to know. We deny ourselves knowledge. We deny ourselves a conversation about these subjects, we deny ourselves the ability to meaningfully understand them. We deny ourselves power, what little we have, as readers, to understand, and to critique, to reason.

There’s a tumblr post I really like. Well, a number of them, I really like, on this topic, but I’m picking this one, because it’s got a quote I really like. It talks about Lolita. That Lolita. And, now, I’ve never read Lolita, at least not yet. Lolita is a novel about child sexual abuse, told from the perspective of an abuser. It’s an uncomfortable book with an uncomfortable topic, and it’s not wrong to be uncomfortable with it. The author of this post acknowledges that.

But they talk about it. They talk about how it shines a light on its subject matter. The why and the how of abusers and their actions. The ways in which their victims suffer. How it shows all of this in a way that it only could from the perspective it takes. And, I’m just going to quote them. I can’t do anything else. They said it better than I could, right now.

“Embrace disgusting fiction and then fucking talk about why it’s nasty. Now YOU have the power over reality.” - tumblr user legsdemandias

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley has been ridiculed, joked about, hot taked on, made a target, drama-ed over, and so on, but it’s hardly been criticized. No one I’ve seen admitting to not liking it talks critically about why it’s disgusting to them, or tries to understand why it exists, or what it’s for. And this is most people’s reaction to most media that deals seriously with anything taboo. “I don’t get it. I don’t like it. It shouldn’t exist. Get it away from me.”

I’m annoyed that the medium, the art form, of video games, is valued so little by so many that this is the wide reaction when something like this gets popular. That the mainstream games journalism media ridicules it, and the creator gets threatened by an internet mob, and it falls on the weirdos and the freaks and the no-name YouTube uwu girls, to give it the serious consideration and recognition it deserves.

To summarize, The Coffin of Andy and Leyley is, in my opinion, a very good video game, and on its behalf, I am mad at video games.

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✦ VALENTINO

✦ VOX

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✦ Steve Harrington

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✦ Jim Hopper

✦ Nancy Wheeler

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✦ MOXXIE

✦ MILLY

✦ LOONA

✦ STOLAS

✦ FIZZAROLLI

✦ ASMODEUS

→ OBEY ME

✦ LUCIFER

✦ MAMMON

✦ LEVIATHAN

✦ SATAN

✦ ASMODEUS

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✦ THIRTEEN

DIGITAL CIRCUS

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✦ POMNI

✦ CAINE

✦ ZOOBLE

✦ KINGER

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✦ JOHN PRICE

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✦ ROACH SANDERSON

✦ ALEJANDRO VARGAS

✦ ROMANOV MAKAROV

✦ KEEGAN .P. RUSS

✦ KATE LASWELL

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✦ TANJIRO KAMADO

✦ NEZUKO KAMADO

✦ ZENISTU AGATSUMA

✦ INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

✦ RENGOKU KYOJURO

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✦ MUZAN KIBUSTUJI

✦ AKAZA

✦ DOUMA

✦ KOKOSHIBO

✦ GYUTARO

✦ DAKI

✦ RUI

✦ TAMAYO

✦ YUSHIRO

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→ FNAF SB / SAMS

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✦ Moondrop

✦ Montgomery Gator

✦ Eclipse

✦ Bloodmoon

✦ Lunar

✦ Gemini

✦ Earth

✦ Solar

✦ Freddy

✦ Roxanne

✦ Chica

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✦ eyeless jack

✦ Ben drowned

✦ Ticci toby

✦ Jeff the killer

✦ Masky

✦ Hoodie

✦ Clockwork

✦ Jane the killer

✦ slenderman

✦ splendorman

✦ Laughing jack

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Ashlyn

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marolthesystemguard · 2 years

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Chapter 1 \\Out Of My Way//

There is a story that i'm writting for Roblox game Doors.

Tw: the story has vore and mild gore in it. If you are triggered by any of these then i suggest you don't read it.

#fanfic #story #chapter 1 #roblox #roblox doors #v0re #safe vore #gore #🫂#🔥#🫶#🩸

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bakugou-katsukis-wife · 8 months

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♡ I request minors to not interact with any of my NSFW posts.

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♡ my preferred characters are: Bakugou katsuki.

♡ I usually write for MHA/BNHA. I'm open to new Fandoms too.

♡ I write both SFW and NSFW.

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♡ my asks are always open for prompts and thirsts.

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♡ topics I won't write for are:

Furries in nsfw situations ( dragons are an exception)

I won't be writting about gore or vore for that matter.

No more than 4 characters in one fic please.

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♡ kinks are normalized here. (If any of these requests make me uncomfortable, they will be ignored, my apologizes.)

♡ feel free to ask till any extent, though I won't be writting if it makes me highly uncomfortable.

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methylphenidate-already-taken · 2 years

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Happy 8/8 motherfuckers

My first reform fic! with Cypress and Max. may or may not have been written originally as a self indulgent thing with a comfort character that turned into max instead.

summary: Cypress can’t sleep with her mind racing like this, Maxwell uses his calming presence to help

contents: Soft safe vore, digestion and reform, tooth rotting fluff.

Word Count: 2671

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Four in the god damn morning. Why was she on her phone again? Cypress rolled over to face her buddy. Max lay peacefully beside her, his chest rising and falling with steady slow breaths. A soft smile was on his face but it was a little obscured by the pillow he was nuzzled into. She looked back at her phone, then to him, then sighed.

She should have quit while she was ahead. Not that she was ever really ahead, but their sleepovers usually pushed away the feelings that made her chest hurt. Funny that, how emotions could affect you physically. Usually, the man didn’t have to do anything to help, just being in his company eased her mind a little. He was a friend, which in itself was enough, but he was such a fun person to be around! She enjoyed his company very much and the banter was always so exciting.

Of course then comes male validation, a sense of safety, and a cuddle buddy. All of these are very good things, she won’t deny, that also boost her mood.

But now, late at night, doomscrolling on her phone, her chest felt tight again. The room felt invasive. Her skin felt wrong. Basically, it was not a good time.

For some reason, the woman had it in her head that even though they had countless sleepovers, shared a bed during those nights, and snuggled on a regular basis, she would be a presumptuous monster by scooting closer to Max.

She really wished it was one of those nights where he snuggled her in his sleep like a teddy bear. But surprise surprise, he didn’t become a magic mind reader in his sleep either, so he stayed in his cozy position. Cypress sighed and set her phone down, rubbing her face with her hands. This was so damn frustrating.

Like any other night like this, exaggerations of her failures and shortcomings flooded her mind. Why was she here, wasting his time? Why wasn’t she working? Doing better? Being better? Cypress willed her mind to shut the fuck up for a moment. She didn’t even realize she had been tossing and turning since she had dropped her phone until she stopped. It wasn’t like she was flailing, but it was like she felt wrong no matter what position she was in. Like the space between her skin and muscle was itchy.

Cypress turned her head to Max once more. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Deciding her mind was being stupid, she did manage to bring herself closer to him. It’s not like their friendship would fall apart because of that one simple action, right? Right?? Oh god, plea-

That train of thought was interrupted by Max pulling her to his chest. She was frozen for a moment, realizing she had gotten what she wanted and trying very hard to fight the guilt that came from it.

She felt him shift again, seemingly holding her even closer before his lips made contact with the top of her head. She shivered, unsure of what to do, then he spoke.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry.” He assured her in a low, tired-but-kind-sounding tone. Cypress’s eyes widened, what did he mean? He was never so upfront like this. Normally she’d have to force herself to ask for assurances, even if he was more than happy to comply. The woman leaned her forehead against his chest.

“How did you…?” She asked, trailing off because it might have been a silly question.

“You were rolling around in bed a lot, the shifting woke me up, plus I can smell the discomfort.” He explained, giving her a gentle squeeze.

“Smell it? Oh god I’m so sorry should I go shower-“

“Easy, Cypress~! You’re alright.” The mini-giant chuckled a little, moving his hand to hold the back of her head gently. “It’s a pred thing. I don’t usually notice it too much anymore but you had it invade my dreams”

Cypress breathed deeply and resisted the urge to start shaking. “I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up or ruin your sleep-“

She was cut off by the giant’s playful growl as he moved to curl around her. “Shhhh, it’s alright, sleepy giant’s got you. Everything’s gonna be okay~”

Cypress was a little too stunned to speak but relaxed in his curled-up hold.

“You’re precious, Cypress. I won’t let the smell of worry or a sleepless night take you away from me” he assured her, stroking her hair gently. “Relaaaaax~”

She melted into the touch, he was so warm, so comfortable, her brow slowly began to unfurrow as she held on loosely to his sleep shirt.

He only held her tighter, doing his best to keep her hidden from the outside world. A low rumble began in his throat that bubbled up into a purr, causing his chest to vibrate against her.

In truth, the giant had been looking for an excuse to do this for quite a while. He loved holding his beloved prey closely, protecting her, even if it was from her own thoughts. There was such satisfaction in watching her worry fade, the scent dissipate, her breathing calm.

He tilted his head toward hers, guiding her face away from him and beginning to lick her forehead gently, causing her hair to plaster back. He smiled when she giggled softly, the tickle making her focus back in on the moment.

“I’m glad I woke up, I wouldn’t wanna miss this~” he cooed. Every exhale made his purr louder for a second and washed warm breath over her head.

Cypress was bombarded with emotion. Relief was the main one like he was lapping up all her worry, but also excitement, a little overwhelm pricked up too. Cypress melted into the affection, face scrunched up once more as she absentmindedly flutter-kicked her feet.

As Cypress relaxed, the man seemed to get more thorough with his licks. She had to close her eyes to avoid getting slime in them and soon her hair was drenched to the root. Was he… kneading her back? Man, she had to stop almost crying when he got affectionate like this.

Eventually, he parted himself from her face, a few strands of saliva connected between her and his mouth that were easily wiped off by his hand. “I think… I want a midnight snack~” he purred, giving her a peck on her damp forehead.

“It’s past midnight, technically-“ Cypress stammered out, now suddenly red in the face. “But I’m still definitely up for that-!”

“Good~” Max cooed, uncurling himself from her and moving to sit up against the back of the bed, dragging her with him. “Let me melt your worry away, take you in, make you mine~” he chuckled when Cypress shivered in his hold. To really dig the point in, he yawned, revealing his warm, damp, inviting maw with its lovely sharp pearly whites. He could feel her getting warmer in his hands, loving knowing that he was successful in distracting his once distressed prey.

Cypress hadn’t clued in until he mentioned melting that he wanted to digest her tonight. But that actually sounded perfect. Who’s to say she wouldn’t wake up and dwell while in there?

“Lay down for me,” the giant told her after a moment, setting her down on the plush bed once more. She did as she was told, propping her head up on one of his massive pillows and watching him curiously as he moved on top of her.

“Max?” She asked, eyes locked with his own.

“Yes?” He replied.

“Thank you”

Max grinned and like the usual show-off he was, lowered himself down like the start of a push-up to peck her lips gently.

“Don’t thank me,” he told her “I don’t like that. Just enjoy- also, don’t dwell on that or I’ll bite you~.”

That was a smart thing to say because just as she was about to have to throw hands with guilt again she laughed. “Who says I don’t wanna be bit?” A fire seemed to light in Max’s eye at the teasing and he lowered himself once more to nibble and suck on her shoulder. The warm laughter that came from her made him incredibly happy, and after a few more moments of that, he ducked back, disappearing under the blankets. Cypress rose a brow, unsure of what to expect until suddenly he pulled her legs under. She yelped as her feet made contact with something warm and wet but snapped to her senses a moment later with a smile. “You’re such a dork~!” She laughed.

Max paid her no mind as he licked at her feet. He didn’t linger long, though, he swallowed thickly, dragging her calves into his throat. She instantly relaxed, absentmindedly wiggling her toes as he pulled them deeper into himself.

The giant couldn’t help but groan with pleasure as he swallowed up her thighs and her feet breached into his tight stomach. She was just too damn cute! Such good prey, so willing to be crammed into his belly, excited for it, even. Because he was still so sleepy, he worked lazily up to her hips, struggling a little with them before getting past them and dragging her under the blankets completely. She was full-on giggling now; even in the dark, she could picture his face so clearly as he gobbled her up.

As he reached her chest, she had to bend her knees in his belly. He rumbled in pleasure, and she was completely in his throat before she knew it. Drool fell from his lips as he snuggled up back onto the bed and pillows. He massaged at her all the way down into his belly and patted the warm, rounded mass firmly. Cypress felt herself being squished as she was pushed into his stomach and even more so when he curled around it.

“Oh you hit the spot~” Max purred, slowly running a hand over his middle. It groaned and gurgled happily around its prey, greeting her like an old friend. Cypress immediately felt the walls squeeze her. She was already curled up so tightly inside him, being squished more, causing her to hold her breath temporarily.

His toes curled, and he had to go back to laying on his back to feel it all. His skin was pulled taught around her form, abs stretched nearly flat in order to accommodate his prey. “Comfortable in there?” he asked, “because you feel great out here~” it was true. he was so full. The mass inside him fought for space with his organs, causing him to breathe a little more shallowly. The feeling was absolutely intoxicating.

Cypress couldn’t bring herself to do much besides chirp happily and nuzzle into place. He was so strong that even the lazy rubs he gave to his belly felt like a full-on massage to her. He could already feel his eyes fighting to close, his body wanting to sleep off the big meal. Max refused. He would be there until his prey passed out. He would be there for her.

“So tasty~ you know that?” He teased, giving her a hearty pat. “You fill me up just right. It’s like you were made for this~.”

Max grinned as he felt her flush inside of him, the heat adding to his already warm middle. It was starting to rumble now, trying to squish her more and knead enzymes into her skin.

While that could be agonizing to anyone, If Max so chose, it was warm, tingling, soothing to Cypress as it worked to break her down slowly. He hummed happily and squeezed his middle to give her his best attempt at a hug, which she reciprocated by gently squirming, knowing he liked it.

“You’re amazing,” Cypress finally piped up for the first time since she got in there. It was breathless, almost as if she was in a trance. “So so so amazing” unlike Max, she had been awake the whole night, so she was already losing the fight for consciousness.

“I know~” Max chuckled in response, chest swelling a little with pride, “but shhhh, now. I’m going to keep you warm, safe… loved~” his sharp teeth were revealed once more when she squirmed at that last bit. He grabbed his stomach, squeezing it hard enough to stop Cypress from breathing for a moment.

This was exactly what she wanted. Exactly. The squeeze pinned her completely for a moment, and once again, she marvelled at his strength. He eased up, going back to rubbing, and she tuned in to his words.

“My sweet, delicious Cypress~” His toes curled when his stomach gave a particularly satisfying gurgle. “You’re all mine~”

Max was properly aware of how weak she was now, feeling the curves of her body start to dull and flatten into one round shape that fit his belly. “I have you. forget the anxiety, forget the depression for the night; you’ll feel how much I love and enjoy you~.”

Cypress would argue, really, and some little bitch boy part of her brain wanted to. But his sweet voice dripped with real, genuine honey. He loved this just as much as she did. She couldn’t feel much anymore besides the pressure of him from all sides. They were what was still holding her together and what would soon undo her, dispersing her throughout his body.

“I love your sweet voice and kind attitude and yo- UURP” Max was cut off by a belch. “Heh-“ he poked at his stomach, “and your taste, you’re almost gone now aren’t you then?” His stomach responded with a symphony of rumbles, gurgles, glorps and more.

“I love you so much…~” Max’s tone softened as he knew his prey was close to unconsciousness “Cypress, you are wonderful, and I’m so glad I met you.” Firm hands massaged her soft form as it weakly squirmed to indicate it was still there. “Rest now. Become a part of me~”

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The squirming had stopped, she was gone. Max rolled back to his side, curling around his still active middle as it digested the slurry that was once Cypress’s body. His own body softened as more mass was added to it, some muscle, some fat. If anything, it highlighted his strong arms and made his belly look quite comfortable to lay on.

Sleep came easy to him. Max was full. Happy. Cypress was safe with him. No one could get to her. She could only feel his warmth and love for her. The sounds of digestion kept on till morning when he woke up and stretched, revealing his tummy as his shirt rose up. It took him a moment to remember who was on his body, but once he did, he purred and hummed happily, pressing against his middle.

“Good morning, Cypress~” He spoke aloud, hugging himself gently. He could feel her padding him slightly all over, keeping him a little warmer during the fridged morning.

He couldn’t keep his hands off his nearly empty middle as he set up for the morning. No one was in the house to see but he still felt a sense of pride from holding his vulnerable friend somewhere safe and comfortable on him.

They lingered together well into the afternoon. Max wanted to pump her full of as many happy thoughts as he could. In return, she gave him such a warm feeling of satisfaction. Despite her being unconscious, he could still feel her mutual love.

It was late afternoon by the time he decided he would reform her. Though taking her off of him was a little disappointing, she made up for it with plenty of praises, kisses, hugs, and affection.

Dinner that was cooked with love was offered to her, and the delighted woman spent the evening with her loving pred.

“You’re not hungry?” She asked when she saw he wasn’t having anything

“Nah~” he replied with a warm smile, and he pulled her close to him.

#aaaaaa #i did it #here it is #8/8 #vore day #soft vore #safe vore #comfort vore #tw reformation #tw digestion #oc: cypress #Oc: maxwell #i fuckin love reform my guys #should come up with a ship name for these two #vore writting

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dine-on-darling · 6 years

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I dream about being enveloped by the one I love

I dream of being wrapped up in a giant pair of arms, pulled to their warm body, gently squeezed in an embrace that requires no words to convey the absolute adoration felt.

I dream of feeling that warmth all around me, being playfully licked before feeling the tightness of the throat wrap around my entire being, the powerful, rippling muscle pulling me deeper and deeper in until I finally arrive in their stomach, my own personal safe haven where there is nothing to be anxious about or fear, there’s only warmth and love and the sounds of their body all around me.

#soft vore #safe vore #vore writting #vore talk #i'm a bit embarressed to actually post this but i mean what the hell why not #darlings words

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jkknight98 · 3 years

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The House always Wins.

SO I finally got the Quackity and Revivebur story finished, and its twice the length of my normal stories because I couldn't help myself but keep writing. I tried to keep the rival banter between Quackity and Wilbur natural as best I could, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Remember to drink water and eat something today.

(also to those who wonder who the witch is that I reference here and there in my stories, I'm pretty much talking about myself since I'm working “magic” to get these stories out for you all to enjoy)

Wilbur knew that this was a really bad idea, Quackity was well known for his skills in playing cards, the few games from their time in Lamanburg showed that, but damn he wasn’t interested in the prize that was offered. He had left Ranboo to work on their newest plan while he took some time to blow off steam, it took everything in his power to not explode at the sight of Tubbo working in the restaurant, of course, the scared face bastard would do this when he couldn’t get his brother, he would just go for his best friend.

Wilbur chewed the end of his thumb harshly as he paced about in the woods where he could have some peace,” Why would he go to Quackity, he is the reason he died that day….. I needed him to fully convince Tommy.” He shook his head as he lifted his head to brush his hair out of his face,” no... I can’t keep dragging him into my things…. Fuck it…. I have Ranboo though, so I have that in my favor.” His mind went back to the fish tank though, did Quackity think he was funny for filling it with salmon, he really wanted to go back and destroy that tank, but that would just play into the subtle jeers-

“Delivery for Wilbur Soot from Lamanburg!”

Wilbur turned sharply to try and find the disembodied voice that broke him from his musing. He didn’t recognize the voice and it was really startling to hear someone in the one place he expected to be alone but was shocked to find the woods around him completely empty… no not empty, Near his feat was a letter that had a few green stains on its surface. He gently reached down and picked up the letter, running his thumb over the spots and realized that they were from slime residue...which was weird, The poker chip wax seal was very telling, however. “ We just saw each other, why would he send me a letter?” He gently slipped the small pocket knife out of his pocket and swiftly cut the top open and removed the letter, wrinkling his nose slightly at the smell of Quackity’s Cologne wafted out.

To Wilbur~

I know that we only just saw each other to discuss the wonders of our new competition. I'm sure you loved the fish tank just as much as I loved your idea of a personalized Ip for your burgers, but something interesting has come up. I think we should play a game of cards together to be a show of goodwill between us before our competition fully starts, just for old times sake. I managed to get in contact with a certain witch that roams the area and they gave me something that will make the reward for winning all the more sweeter. If this is of interest to you, meet me at the needle where we talked before with Tommy at sunset.

May your business do well,

Quackity.

Wilbur furrowed his brows slightly as he read over a particular line, what could that witch provide for Quackity, and what was that reward? The subtle jabs at his burger van just fired up his anger once more, but the thought of beating Quackity was too tempting. “ Guess I need to get out my old pack of cards to practice then.”

Quackity sat quietly at his desk while waiting for the news, gently twirling the small bottle with his fingers, watching as the bright teal liquid swirled around the sides with each move. If what that witch said was true, beating Wilbur in this quick game of cards would be worth it for the short time he would be under his control. That would only happen if Wilbur agreed to the game,” what am I talking about, his ego’s too big to refuse an opportunity like this.” He then leaned over to look at the bottle more thoughtfully, even if he lost to the Franken freak and was forced to drink this, he would be fine and could do some recon work. You can’t hide things from someone inside yourself when you're someone like Wilbur Soot, he wouldn’t be able to help himself but brag if he won, and that's when he would slip.

“Dab me up! My mission was successful, Quackity from Las Nevadas!”

Quackity couldn’t help but jump when heard the cheerful exclamation from the slime-human- thing that slithered its way under the door instead of opening it like he asked multiple times,” Didn’t I tell you that you have to open- nevermind, did Wilbur seem like he was going to accept my offer?” Quackity’s face hurt slightly as he couldn’t help the wide grin as he watched Charlie nod, things were going how he wanted and he now needed to be ready, the game area needed to be set up. He quickly stood up and slid the potion bottle into his pocket for safety, heading for the door with a new sense of excitement, the newest battlefield for the two needed to be set.

Wilbur couldn’t hide the sneer on his face as he traveled across the sand towards Las Nevadas, of course, the one-eyed bastard would want him to come at this time, the flashy colors and lights were nearly blinding. The multitudes of colors were no doubt going to cause a migraine later on if he continued to look at them, it made him wonder how Quackity could stand them, but he could guess that others would think the same about his interest in TnT. He kept his head low as he walked past the few buildings to reach the space needle, giving a mild glare to the new burger restaurant with the ‘Tubburger’ sign as he passed it, but continued with his silent march forward. The needle stood brightly before him as he craned his head upwards to look towards the top, getting the faint idea that he could see a darkened shape at the top looking down at him, but that could have been his imagination. He gently readjusted his jacket before stepping into the elevator, letting his weight be fully supported by the rush of bubbles as he let his eyes close, not wanting to look at the lights any longer. His body stuttered slightly as it reached the top, and he opened his eyes to see a simple table sat in the middle of the grand room, and at its center sat Quackity; shuffling cards quietly. Wilbur didn't say a word as he stepped from the elevator, using a hand to gently brush the damped hair away from his eyes, and strode forward to the empty chair that was across from his rival. He slowly sat down and placed his elbows on the table before placing his chin on his hands, watching on as the other continued to gently shuffle the cards in hand, moving them elaborate before starting to lay them out on the table. Wilbur was quick to realize that the game they were playing was poker, a classic choice for Quackity, and a game Wilbur was well familiar with. He waited until all the cards were laid out before he decided to speak,” You said there was a reward involved with this little game, you going to tell me what it is before I decide to go back down the elevator because as much as I enjoy playing with you; I’m busy.”

The scared man only smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle filled with a cyan liquid, and looked like no normal potion that he’s ever seen, before setting it in the middle of the table. “This my rival,” the way Quackity said rival made a quick shiver roll up his spine,” is the reward I was referring to, our neighborhood witch didn’t make it easy for me to get this much.”

Wilbur gently lifted the bottle and swirled it,” what does it do though, because I don’t think that you would have asked me here for a simple potion,” he paused as he thought over the second thing,” you talking about you know who right?” He grimaced as Quackity nodded,” they give me the creeps.”

Quackity only nodded,” yep, but they are good at making potions like this one, it has some very unique properties that I figured would make a fun reward for the winner of our game.” Quackity was quick in taking the bottle and setting back on the smooth table,” when taken, it allows for the drinker to shrink down to…snack size for a few hours, while also being safe from any form of physical damage.” Quackity crossed his arms and watched Wilbur closely, he could see the realization forming in those reddish-brown eyes, and the newly hungry look that matched his own,” once it wears off, the one who drank it will automatically be teleported to their last respawn point, you still interested in playing?”

Wilbur sat silently as he mulled over what he had just been told, he knew that playing cards with Quackity was never a smart decision, but the thought of having him curled in his stomach and left to Wilbur’s mercy was a hard treat to ignore. He could go back to his van and poke at his shrunken rival, or even lay down on the bed to feel the crushed form thrash between the mattress and the rest of his body. Wilbur couldn’t help the slightly sheepish grin as his stomach let out a low rumble that caused the other male to laugh loudly,” seems like your stomach spoke for you my friend, let's get started then.” Wilbur could only shake his head as he moved to pick up his cards, looking over his hand quickly and deciding he didn’t like his first pull, moving to exchange his lower card for a better option.

“So are we playing first to three, or first to three consecutive wins, any longer game and I'll starve~”

Quackity smiled softly as he looked over his current hand, he and Wilbur had decided on the three consecutive wins ruling, and he was currently on his second win in a row. He had to give Wilbur a lot of credit, the man could pull a bluff with the best of them and even Quackity was thrown off a few times, but he could see the slight creasing at the edge of his eyes that showed his frustration at how the game was going. He had an ace up his sleeve however, he decided to play fair for the majority of the game to see if his rival would, but things were dragging on way too long. He was swift in pulling out the ace he knew would be next in the stack, changing his straight flush into a Royal, and made a subtle move to make himself appear disappointed; but barely noticeable. He saw the slight twitch in Wilburs fingers, which showed Wilbur was excited,” Well Quackity, I think I'm about to break your streak again,” The man quickly laid out a perfect straight flush,” boom, there's no way you can beat that since I know we've already gone through the higher cards.”

Quackity let out a low sigh and he lifted a hand to lightly pinch the bridge of his nose,” Yeah yeah,” he held this pose for a moment longer to let Wilbur relax, but could help the smirk as he moved to lean forward,” but don’t you know in a game like this, the house always wins,” and laid down his Royal flush. He smiled wider as Wilbur looked down in shock, before his hands flew to the discard deck as well as the pull deck, clearly looking to catch him in his cheat. Quackity let him look, sparing a glance to the tiny amount of slime that was slithering away towards the elevator, watching the last bit of the ace card dissolve away.

“ There’s no way, I am absolutely positive that you cheated, you shouldn’t have the cards for a royal flush,” It was hard to not slam his hands on the table in frustration, but despite his best efforts, Wilbur could not find the card that should have been in the discard pile. He didn’t want to accept the fact he lost, there was no way when he had managed to slide in his own cheat card to ensure his hand, but he couldn’t ignore it at this point. He looked back up when he heard a soft scraping sound, and watched as his smirking opponent slowly slid the small bottle towards him, leaving it to sit before him as the hand pulled back and the fingers started to drum.

Quackiyt let his fingers softly drum against the table's surface as he watched Wilbur fight with his ego, he knew the man was absolutely steaming inside, but it would also kill him to show such weakness before him. He was going to be kind in this instant to let Wilbur drink the potion at his own pace, but the low rumble of his empty stomach reminded him of the fact he didn’t eat anything since he managed to buy the potion in the first place, and he wanted his reward. “Wilbur… I do think it's time for me to receive my reward, don't you think?” He fully allowed his tongue to swipe across what was left of his lips and his few exposed teeth, chuckling at the scowl he received in return for his statement, but continued to watch on with increasing impatience.

Each tap of the fingers sounded like the ticking of a clock, one he could no longer avoid, ” fine, you'll get your reward soon enough.” Wilbur quickly snatched up the tiny potion bottle off the table and popped the cork out with his thumb in a well practiced motion, feeling a little concerned when a faint vapor escaped once the cork was gone, but still brought it up to his nose to smell. The first smell that came through was an odd fruity scent that he didn’t recognize in the slightest, but also the musky smell of nether wart and a fish smell. It made him wrinkle his nose slightly, but as he took one last look at the barely hidden look of anticipation on Quackity’s face, he just decided to tip his head back and down the entire bottle. He nearly gagged as the syrupy like substance traveled down his throat, the odd fruity flavor was horribly sour and he thought he could taste something similar to fermented spider eyes, it was absolutely horrid. “Oh that tastes like absolute horse shit, you sure that witch didn’t sell you an awkward potion with a silly story.” The thought of this made Wilbur laugh, and laugh harder when he saw the look of doubt cross through his rival's face..but as he continued to laugh, the more light headed he felt. He moved one hand to rest on the table while the other moved to rest against his temple, the feeling was getting worse by the minute, he opened his to look up at Quackity… wait.

Wilbur was now looking up at Quackity instead of normally looking down at him, even when sitting he was taller, but now he was a few inches shorter than his equally shocked partner. He tried to speak, but his vision quickly darkened and he felt his body fall limply back against the chair, falling quickly into unwanted consciousness.

Quackity was quick to rush around the table to catch the rapidly shrinking body as it nearly fell off the chair when he went fully limp, the man was now the size of a small child and was still shrinking. It was a memorizing process to watch as the normally six foot five man be reduced to the size of Quackity’s hand before stopping, this made him worry slightly, but the witch assured him that he would still be physically capable of getting him down safely. He used his fingers to gently move the miniscule man around in his palms, everything from his hair down to the glasses on his face were perfectly normal despite the change in size, it was quite amazing. He lifted the small body close to his face and frowned at the smell. It made him wonder if Wilbur showered at all, but he was determined as he slowly slid out his tongue to taste the exposed skin. He couldn't help his surprise at the taste that flooded across his tongue, it was a musty flavor that tasted way better than any meat he's ever had the opportunity to try, and he couldn’t help but lick the unconscious man again to get more of the flavor.

Wilbur groaned as the pounding in his head brought him back from his short sleep, and he could still feel the hot winds of the desert blowing on him as he tried to fully wake back up, what really shocked him away was the feeling of something hot and wet hitting the side of his face. His eyes opened to be met with a large tongue sliding away and back into the grinning maw that was right next to him, he tried his best to scramble away after giving a shocked yell. He was quickly gripped by the fingers and held still as he was pulled away from the mouth,” You absolute sack of shit, that's not a great thing to wake up to.”

Quackity couldn’t help the loud laugh at the smaller man,” Sorry Wilbur, I'm on a little bit of a time limit with my reward, I figured I’d have a spoiler before you woke up.” He lifted his other hand to gently poke the tiny face, pulling it back when it was nearly bitten. “I have to say i’m rather surprised with you Wilbur, you smell absolutely terrible, but taste rather good; like Blue cheese.” He watched the words sink in, and had to tighten his grip as the man started to thrash indignantly, clearly enraged by the comparison and his emphasis on the color blue. He made a mental note to be sure to bring that up more often during their next spat, but he didn’t want to waste more time as he lifted the squirming man until the kicking legs were level with his mouth, he wanted Wilbur to watch. “ Well Wilbur, I think it's time to show you to your room for your stay here in Las Nevadas, I hope you enjoy your stay, I know I will.”

Wilbur froze as he watched the giant mouth open wide and his legs were quickly slipped inside, the massive tongue making quick work of soaking his pants and licking at his skin, making him shiver in anger at how powerless he felt. He wanted to fight hard against the disgusting feeling, but he knew that would only make it more enjoyable for the man-eating him, so he was going to do absolutely nothing. He had to grit his teeth as his legs were slid further into the hot mouth, quickly being pressed into the rough pallet and licked roughly, his now devourer humming more at his taste. He moved to cross his arms and stare defiantly at the giant face looming before him, getting a better look at the giant scar that ran up Quackity’s face and how the gap in his lip was starting to drip saliva through the exposed teeth. He did get a moment to admire his looks however, and he had to admit the scar really added a rugged handsomeness, and he wouldn’t say how much the gold teeth did it for him. He gave an annoyed groan as he was shoved further into the mouth and the throat began its first power tugs at his legs while his pelvis fully entered the mouth. He sent an annoyed glare up at the half lidded eye that was watching his every reaction,” I thought you were on a time limit, just hurry up and let me get this over with!” The movement completely stopped for a moment other than the natural movement of the giant's breathing, but Wilbur watched as the giant lips moved to form a smirk and felt the tongue start to move with a new purpose.

He felt his face flushed as the tongue brushed against his side once he was pushed further into the mouth, clearly trying to incite laughter out of him; he didn't think Quackity would stoop that low. He soon couldn’t help the pearls of laughter that escaped him as he tried to shove at the hand still holding him and kicking at the now tightening grip of the throat, especially when he managed to make the man choke slightly from his thrashing. It gave him a bit of joy, but that changed when the head tilted back and Wilbur felt himself sliding further down the throat due to his own weight.

Quackity let his head fully lean back to let Wilburs own weight pull him further down his throat, the failing gave him a bit of a scare, but he was also having some issue breathing with just the legs. He took one more deep breath that caused the man in his mouth to freeze (i’m so dirty minded oh my goodness) and moved his hand so his fingers rested on Wilburs shoulder, and pushed down as he took a heavy swallow. This made the smaller man freak out slightly, the tiny hands moving to grip and his fingers and face, but he ignored this as he quickly slicked up the chest with saliva. He was glad the man tasted as good as he did because his mouth was slick enough to ussr the man down, and he felt a shiver of joy when the now yowling head was shoved past his lips and his tongue was quick to muffle the sound and could feel the weird sensation of Wilbur trying to speak against the flesh. He ignored it to start swallowing harder due to feeling a little light headed due the fact the wriggling form was creating a larger than he was expecting as brought his other hand to feel at the wriggling lump, and grinned when he felt the grasping hands slide off the back of his tongue. He left his hand over the lump as he continued to give hard swallows, grinning widder as it slowly slid under his collarbone and he could finally get a breath of air,” You didn't make that easy on me, that's just like you Wilbur.” He could still feel the form traveling through his chest and laid his hand over his stomach to wait till his prize entered, the organ giving a low growl to show its own excitement.

Wilbur couldn’t help the instinctual feeling of fear as he was fully shoved into the mouth, yelling wordlessly and trying to stop himself from being eaten, but was unable to resist the strength of the larger man. It was hard to breathe as his chest was held tightly by the throat as his face was assaulted by the humid heat of the mouth. He tried to yell for Quackity to stop, but his words were cut off by the tongue smacking him in the face. He was sputtering in rage before the muscles pulled him deeper and only his hands remained in the mouth, trying to grab at the teeth to slow his descent, but they were too slick as another swallow left him fully trapped in the crushing grip. He could barely move as the fleshy walls both pushed and shoved him downwards, that isn’t to say he tried, especially when he realized the secondary force rubbing at him was Quackity’s hand. He wanted to yell so badly, but with how tightly he was being compressed, he didn't want to waste what little bit of air he was able to get, especially when he slid into the tighter region of the chest. He tried to struggle harder when he slid past the heart and lungs, trying to cause any discomfort as the giant organs made his own head pound in pain due to the volume, and the loud rumble of the voice gave an extra layer of pain to his ego. His legs were suddenly forced to a stop and the walls of the throat began to force him into a painful half crouch as they tried to keep pushing him down,” Quackity you bastard-” his yell was cut short as his legs were suddenly pulled through a tight opening. It was another painful squeeze before he was roughly shoved into a space that was thankfully less tight as the throat, but the walls were sung and formed to his aching body like a wet sleeping bag. Wilbur could only brace himself partly as the walls let out a low rumble and began rubbing against him, moving up and down his body in practiced ways, trying to rub the accumulated liquid into his already soaked clothing and skin. It was at this point the resolve he was so desperately trying to hold onto shattered, he didn't want to be touched and didn’t want to acknowledge the rumbling voice that came from everywhere, so he began to mindlessly thrash in an attempt to get away from it all.

Quackity feld a mild wave of panic when he had felt Wilbur get stuck just above the entrance of his stomach, he didn't know what he would do before the large lump finally moved, and he felt slightly sick as his stomach stretched slightly to accommodate Wilbur’s size. He laid a hand over the surprisingly still form, his stomach making a low rumble as he tried to get a reaction from Wilbur, not admitting to himself that he was worried for them,” Your pretty still there Wilbur, you didn’t break did you?” The small form then exploded into a flurry of movement, he could feel what bump was either a leg or an elbow, but that didn’t matter as they equally made him feel sicker. He leaned over to try and still the movements while crossing his arms over the writhing lump, giving a low belch that brought back the deceptively good flavor, oh did he realize this was a mistake now. “ Fuck.. Wilbur stop moving around so much, all you're doing is making me feel sick, you're not going to come out the way you got in.” He gave another sickly belch before getting up from the table to get some water, feeling incredibly off balanced due to the new weight in his middle, and made his way to the elevator quickly.

Wilbur continued to thrash until he was completely exhausted, panting hard as the muscles around his spasmed slightly and were making a sickly churning noise. He fell back against the walls as he tried to gain his strength back, tensing slightly as his own stomach dropped and the whole area began to move. His mind tried to form an understanding of what was happening, and finally realized that Quackity was moving, maybe for the reason he was trying to say earlier. Wilbur couldn’t find the energy within himself to care though, he was tired and wanted to be asleep and get away from it all. He yelled loudly when he suddenly got drenched with icy water and that shocked his stressed mind back into reality,” What the fuck was that for, are you trying to drown me now?” He kicked out against the heavy weight that was pressing down on him and felt utterly confused when he both felt and heard the relieved sigh from his captor.

“Glad to see your back to normal, did you have a panic attack? You nearly made me sick, you asshole.”

Wilbur frowned but decided to not say anything about it,”I don’t know what you're talking about, this shit is only supposed to last for a couple hours right, I'm going to just ignore you and sleep it off. Once I'm back to normal we never speak about this again or so help me I will blow up Las Nevadas worse than I did La’manburg” He turned his body away from the hand and hunkered down in the surprisingly soft flesh, focusing on the giant heartbeat, and doing his best to ignore everything else of the man. He just wanted this to be over and never think about this again, even if the initial thought of swallowing Quackity seemed like a good idea.

Quackity sighed as he felt the man turn away from his touch, can’t say he didn’t blame him,” agreed, I'll be happy when you're gone and not giving me a stomachache.” He slowly stood up and made his way towards his bedroom to also sleep, this whole experience was not worth it at all. He had originally thought about trying to get more of the potion for future use, but seeing how one unwilling ‘snack’ reacted, any other would be just as bad or worse. He gave a small wave to Charlie as he passed him, giving him a quick rundown on what to do before making his way to the bedroom, and immediately laying down on it. The tiny man gave another nauseating wriggle at the rough landing, but thankfully settled back down into a warm lump.

He gently traced his fingers over the lump for a few minutes as he tried to sleep, if only the movement didn’t make him sick, this experience wouldn’t have been that bad.

Maybe a willing person would make it better.

#soft vore #safe vore #jk writtings #tw vore #mcyt g/t vore #jk writings #giant Quack!ty #tiny w!lbur

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vore-rambles · 4 years

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First HL/VR/AI vore fic is almost done.

It is,,,, the softest thing,,,, I have even written. Get ready to get cavities, it’s like candy floss, it’s so sweet and soft. Should be ready tomorrow if all luck holds.

#HLVoreAI #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #v.ore #I am literally writting two almost identical stories for hl/vr/ai at the same time #and it's wonderful

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that-gt-and-vore-stuffs · 4 years

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Karma’s A Bitch

So....I hear that people like my fearplay and I’ve been meaning to write something for @that-one-fandom-vore-blog ‘s shifter!verse for a long ass time. So that means.....

STORY TIME!!

I hope I have managed to do something worthy of your amazing AU. I absolutely love it and hope you can enjoy my attempt at writing for it

Vore under the cut :)

Something snapped. He felt it. Something snapped inside him. Something broke and his vision flooded with a red. A deep, crimson, blood red. His fingers twitched at his side, slowly curling into fists. His blinded eyes bore into the two his stare was fixed on, his pupils slimming to slits like that of a snake or cat. His joints and bones ached with an urge to change. An urge to move. An urge to shift. His vision drowned in red as he turned tail and ran.

Lucky for him, they followed.

Over rooftops, across roads, around corners he ran. His legs cycled and blood carried adrenaline though his veins. Left, right, left, right, left. Right. Over and over. One then the other, left then right. His arms pumped at his sides as he jumps over a half wall or slides under a low bar. With seemingly inhuman speed he ran.

He ran and they followed.

Finding his way to a more quiet part of town was easy. With the way his senses heightened he could tell who was where seemingly a mile away. Skidding on the slick stone roads, he makes a sharp left into an abandoned alley. He makes it to the end and into a little boxed off side area when he finally looses it.

Falling to his knees with a cry, he tangles his fingers in his hair. Why did this one hurt? Is it cause he suppressed it? Is it because of the boiling, white hot rage behind it? He didn’t know. He could feel his joints and bones shift as the world around him became smaller. People only seemed to be five inches tall and buildings seemed his height when he kneeled. Desperately intaking giant breaths of air through his now massive lungs, he struggled to catch his breath.

Footsteps began to echo in the alley. Itty bitty footsteps neared as his attention snapped to the exit of the boxed off little area. Animalistic eyes snapped onto the opening, his breathing becoming quieter in an instant as he crawled closer. He could grab them. He could just grab them and squeeze them until they pop or-

NO! Dear goodness no! What was he thinking? Had he lost it? He swore he wasn’t ever going to be a headline for a shifter attack! He made that promise to himself and to the others. To Crutchie....To Kath....To Race, Albert, Elmer, Specs, Les- To Jack.

He would just scare the shit out of them. Yeah. Just scare the shit out of them.

“Where th’ hell’d ya go ya freak?!” A voice rings out from one of the two as they stalk down the alley, kicking crates as if he was going to dart out from behind own. “We know You’s is here and we ain’t leavin’! Come out and face us if ya really wanna act all mighty, freakshow.”

He watches through red-blinded, slit-pupil eyes as the two pass the corner into the open. They don’t notice. They don’t notice him. Ha! Were they looking to die? A low growl surfaces in his throat before he can stop it. They turn, their expressions drop, and all color drains from their face. It’s their turn to turn tail.

Too bad his hands are faster.

That look.....they’ve seen it before. They saw it in the papers. They saw it on faces of others. Yet they’ve never seen it on the face of a pissed shifter. A pissed shifter the size of a building. It was something they’ve never wanted to see. Something they wanted to run from and forget. Something they’d never see again. Yet here they were. Try as they might to turn tail, it’s too late. Warm, lanky finger wrap around them and hoist them into the air. Air intake is restricted as they struggle the best they can against the grip. No. Nonono. Not this!

“You.” Davey growls, squeezing the two in his fists. It was about time they got this. Karma was coming to them sooner or later. That time was now and he was the lucky one to get to deliver it on a silver platter. “Give me one reason I should spare any, or better yet all, of your limbs.”

The two yelp, sputtering choking sounds drawn from their throats as they struggle to take in air. Their arms burn as they try and push out the fingers to allow just the tiniest bit of room to breath. Try as they might, nothing. Nothing as a minuet passes.

“Nothing?” Davey asks with a raised eyebrow. He breaths out a laugh. “Pathetic.” Reluctantly, he forces himself to loosten the grip so they can breath. “Funny, isn’t it? How some ‘freakshow shifter’ like myself can be more merciful then two normal boys. How does that work?”

Neither opened their mouth to respond. Neither moved. They just stared. Stared up at the boy who would plague their nightmares for months at this rate. Stared while they shook like someone trying to shake sense into them.

“No answer again? Interesting.” Davey lookes the two of them over. “See, I don’t recall you having mercy when you pinned Romeo to the street at the neck with a crutch until he passed out. I don’t recall you having mercy when you knocked poor Crutchie unconscious with his own crutch. I don’t recall you having mercy when you pinned Les’s arm to the gate and tried to snap it through the bars. So tell me....”

He took a moment to take a deep breath, eyes closing only to open to be filled with pure rage. “Why. Should. I?”

The two stop, the shaking going still, the breathing coming to a halt on its own. No. Nonono. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. No. No. NO!

“B-Because.....” one started before their mumbling became unintelligible. This only seemed to fuel the fire of Davey’s rage.

“What was that? Speak up unless you want a first hand demonstration as to why shifters are feared,” he growls, grip momentarily tightening just enough to squeeze an answer out of the boy.

“B-BECAUSE THEN YOU’D BE JUST LIKE TH’ SHIFTERS IN TH’ PAPES!!” They yelp, squirming hard in the grip.

Davey backs off, loosening his grip again. Huffing a sigh, he growls. “Your point is made. I would. I would be and I hate that. So I won’t kill you.”

The two in his grip relax. Thank god! It seemed like he was going to go full out and destroy them right here right now and-

“That means nothing about teaching you a lesson.”

-Fuck. That.....no. Nonono. That wasn’t good. That wasn’t good at all. No. No way. Again, they began to squirm. They began to fight. They needed to be free and get help. But how? How could they escape the hands of a furious shifter?

Davey looked the two over. Hmm....what could he do that wouldn’t leave them with anything too permanent on them? What could he do that would have no physical evidence against him? What could he do? “Now....what do you believe is a suitable punishment? Maybe knocking you out like Romeo or Cruthcie? Pressure like with Les? I’m not-“

A hollow growl rings through the air, cutting him off. A growl that makes his lips twitch into a near psychotic smile.

“Or....” Davey starts, licking over his lips as his gaze shifts over the two of them. “We could go the route you made poor Jack take~”

The two feel their hearts drop to their shoes. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. That’s not a good sign. No sir! Not with where Jack ended up and how they had a good chance of not making it out of there ever. “N-No.....nonono....”

Davey chuckled, switching his grip to dangle them by their clothing. One by their suspenders, the other by their shirt. This would be so so much fun. Fun and entertaining.

“Oh hush. Jack didn’t get a choice. This or certain death, had you said? Well, let’s give you the same deal~” Davey brought one forward, dragging his tongue up over him. He could feel and taste the fabric along with something salty. Sweat was his guess. “Mm....not bad.”

A low, empty growl rings in the smal side alley again. A growl that serves to make Davey’s smirk turn more sinister. “Look at that, my stomach agrees. Now...hmm....who should go first?” He shifts his position, getting more comfortable on his knees and sitting on his feet.

“N-NO ONE!!” The other, in suspenders, yelps. No. Nonono. This was horrible. Downright horrendous! They squirmed the best the could. Fighting the terrifying future they were about to face. This couldn’t be real, right?”

“Aw~ how funny. You didn’t give Jack that choice.” Davey breaths with a soft chuckle. Boy this was entertaining. “One of you is going down. I think......Hmm.....Oscar.” With a simple flick of his wrist, he tossed the small, squirming body into his maw and snapped his jaws shut around him.

A scream tore from the teen’s throat as he was tossed without a second thought. Crap, no! It only gets worse as he lands against a wet, hot, twitching muscle, pearly white and razor sharp teeth snapping shut around him. Fuck! He tries desperately to coax his limbs into motion. To do anything to keep him away from the dark tunnel in front of him that was Davey’s throat. When the slimy muscle underneath him begins to move him around, he finally does. He kicks and pushes and squirms the best he can while Davey shoves him around. Left to right, up and down, knocking the wind out of him by squishing him against his palette, you name it.

Suddenly, there’s a gush of light and cool breeze that rushes over him.

Morris stared at his brother with a face pale as a ghost and eyes as wide as dinner plates as Davey parts his jaws to let them see each other. It only gets worse when the tongue seems to tip his brother back further and further and further until-

Gulp.

With a guttural cry of pure fear, Oscar disappears down Davey’s throat. Oh god....

He’s engulfed in the hot, tight, strong muscles of the shifter’s esophagus, feeling himself tugged down with each deafening swallow. Try as he might, he can’t squirm. He can’t fight. He can’t move. He can only sit there and scream until he drops into the teen’s empty stomach to be met with a pleased gurgle. This....this was sick. This was insane.

The shifter in question gives a second, softer gulp to send Oscar all the way down. He gave a satisfied sigh, tracing the lump down to his stomach. “Mm....a little salty for my tastes. Stale fabric too....mm.....but still not bad,” he mumbles to himself, clicking his tongue.

His eyes turn to Morris. The grin on his face becomes predatory again as he brings the quivering tiny closer. “Now....I wonder how his brother would taste? How would your flavor sit on my tongue before I send your small body down like the morsels like you are?”

“N-No. No. God, no. Y-You’s....you’s insane!” Morris yelps, fighting the best he can in the boy’s dangling hold. He’s.....he’s going down, isn’t he? It’s only a matter of time until-

A simple effortless flick sends Morris flying into the open maw of the hungry shifter. The shifter named David Jacobs. The giant teen relaxes back, hands folding over his stomach as he toys with the second of the brothers in his mouth. Just as salty, though the clothing is less stale. Hmm. Odd. Not to mention he seemed to be squiring a good bit more. Feisty. How fun~

Two practiced gulps send the boy down to his stomach to join his brother. With another pleased sigh, he traces the lump from his throat all the way to his belly. Once the feels him drop in, he pokes at his middle. “Ah~ I don’t know about you two but....heh....you really hit the spot. Salty, but good. Filling too.”

“WE DONT CARE ‘BOUT OUR FUCKIN’ TASTE OR HOW YA FEEL!!!” Oscar shouts, shoving at one of the walls. It’s hot. It’s wet. It’s cramped. Then the worst, it’s loud. Every growl, gurgle, or rumble echoes around them as the chamber they’re trapped in churns. They won’t go out like this....right? “LET US TH’ FUCK OUT, FREAK!!!”

Davey humms, relaxing as the squirming picked up. He’d forgotten how good genuine squirming felt. Was that bad? That was probably bad but- he couldn’t worry about that now. He wouldn’t worry about that now. No. There were more important things on his mind. Like the most comfortable position he could be in right here in the alley. “Mmm....I’d watch what you say. One wrong slip and...mm....no one could hear from you again, yeah?”

He knew that wasn’t the truth. He didn’t have it in himself to do that. He hated the idea of being one of the headlines his friends would have to hawk. He was just teasing but boy did it feel real. It especially had to feel real to the two in his gut. Heh.

Good.

He expected the squirming to stop, but to his pleasant surprise, it didn’t. It was like the brothers had ignored anything he said. As the squirming got stronger Davey relaxed more. His hand came up to knead small circles into his gut as he got comfortable.

“Mmmm....my word....you’re- ah- fighting more then Crutchie...!” He mumbles though a pleased sigh. He certainly didn’t mind. “And believe me, can he fight! Ohh.....mm.....oh boy...”

Small phrases escape him between heavy breathing. Ok, maybe he was enjoying this a bit too much...

....

Nah.

He deserved it. If the brothers wanted to fight thought their punishment for hurting his friends then he was allowed to enjoy himself. He was allowed to embrace the internal massage. He was allowed to let his eyes droop closed slowly. He was allowed to let himself drift off to sleep with them fighting away in the fleshy prision of his gut. It wasn’t like Jack would see him like this. He was busy caring for Crutchie, Romeo, Les and the others.

.....right?

#safe vore #soft vore #g/t #Davey is a scary boi 2: Electric Boogaloo #Shifer!verse #love this au and finally have gotten to writting for it #hope its ok #i tried

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konnichibot · 4 years

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For some reason my biggest pet peeve is when some one writes someone licking their lips when they're anxious or mad. Like " They licked their lips." And it's not meant to be seductive or hungry but it's very weird to me cause I just imagine them like in an argument or nervous moment like

And with a *slurp* sound effect. Like it's very weird to me to write that for those emotions. But I don't know if it's just me.

#pet peeve #writting pet peeve #it could also be that I associate that with vore which I also REALLY don't like #just eeeugh😖

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wren-writes68 · 3 years

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“Welcome to the stream”

(Figured I’d put a title cause why not)

G tommy getting captured and fed the human sbi on camera who didn’t know Tommy was giant. Kidnappers get killed and their stream ends them Wilbur boots up a steam saying they’re fine and Tommy actually put them in a pouch.

Sorry anon for deleting your ask my thing glitched and deleted the promt I had so I had to start over

<Warning: mouthplay, gore, blood, soft vore, mention of digestion, cussing, mention of death>

Ps-removed Dadbur part as I’m going to make another one and make dadbur another fic. Also someone posted this on ao3 so thx I guess.

“Welcome internet to today’s amazing video” a man said dressed in all black, suit, tie, shoes, pants, and even a black fedora. “Today as promised you get to see the amazing S.B.I!” Que the man doing a small cheer before pointing the camra towards a group of four tied up with rope and sitting on a high platform in what appeared to be a giants forest, “now listen I understand what your thinking” “mr. that’s not the full sbi” he mocked in a high pitched tone “well we have Mr. Philza Minecraft, Wilbur soot, and the big man himself mr tommyinnit is here too, don’t worry.” “oh but know are these other two then” again in that high whiny tone, he chuckled to himself before continuing “well my lovely viewers this is tubbo also from the dream smp, and ranboo, a good friend to our group and another smp member.

“for those of you who haven’t seen my videos as this is my first time going live to everybody what we do here is very fun” the man smiled wickedly and cut to a camra on the platform with the group “Now release the tarp!” He shouted as below the crew a giant was reveled, baring its fangs at whoever drew close enough and pulling on the shackles around its writs and ankles holding in it a awkward position of sitting on its legs with arms pulled back, it was hunched over, stomach pressed to its knees, growling at the ‘helpers’.

“The big man himself” the man said quietly the giant stretching upwards, now around chin level with the platform even when it was still sitting, “t-toms?!” Wilbur said shaking as his ‘little’ brother figure now towered over him, fangs bared. “Wilby?” Tommy said, and now that Wilbur could see his face a bit better he noticed tears welled up in his eyes as well as deep cuts and burns along his face, neck, and really anywhere the human could see. “See ladies and gentlemen the main show, Now throw them in, him last” the man said with a sadistic grin as two men came forward grabbing Phil first and throwing Wilbur back.

“in you go” one man said pushing Phil towards the edge and closer to his son Tommy “um in?” Phil questioned softly to which neither of the men seemed to hear “hey Tommy you ok” Phil said turning back to the crying boy. Suddenly Phil was pressed against Tommy’s nose as the giant silently cried into his father figure, “it’s ok bud, shh, it’s ok” Phil comforted listening to the animalistic whines coming form the teen, the teen that they’d originally thought to be human like them. Hell giants literally eat humans and here Phil is comforting one like his own son. “Ok enough chit chat!” One of the men shouted grabbing Phil by the back of his neck and forcing him down, onto his knees. Phil looked up to see them spray something on him and throw him towards Tommy’s face, right under his nose which was now sniffing at him, “Tommy?” Phil questioned looking at the boys eyes widened in fear as he stared back, apologies shone in his glossy eyes before something warm and wet lapped at his back. Phil spun around only to be faced with Tommy’s tongue, the giant pick muscle licking at his small frame coating him in thick saliva. A whine. - “tommy?!” - Another wine - “toms?” - - An open maw.

Ranboo shreiked as he watched Phil disappear behind Tommy’s sharp teeth. he watched on as Tommy’s jaw opened in an attempt to push Phil out only to stop halfway, when the men pulled out what looked like cattle prods, and pulled Phil back in. Everyone cloud hear the crying as Phil was seen for the last time as a lump traveling down Tommy’s throat, thrashing and yelling as he was pulled to his death.

“Oh! Oh! his turn, his turn!” the crazy man cheered pointing towards ranboo and clapping his hands obviously having fun.

“You heard him” the men said pushing ranboo foward into Tommy. He instantly jumped back fearful only stoping when he say how hurt tommy looked, he didn’t want this anymore than them, it wasn’t right to treat him like a monster. “I’m sorry tommy it’s not your fault” ranboo said walking up to tommy and hugging the giants nose, “I’m sorry about this boo, I promise you’ll be safe” tommy whispered surprisingly quiet before his mouth opened and his tongue wrapped around ranboo who let out a small shriek at the sudden contact of the hot muscle. As the teeth clicked shut behind him all ranboo wanted to do was bask in the heat of Tommy’s mouth, but unfortunately for him a giants mouth is never a safe spot no matter how warm and soft it is. “Tommy!” Ranboo screamed as the tongue threw him backwards having slicked up the tall boy while he was thinking. “N-no no no n-!” an audible gulp was heard as Tommy swallowed the flailing hybrid down with one large gulp. “Please no” ranboo begged quietly as he slid past Tommy’s heart beating fast and loud. The kid finally broke as he heard Phil yelling from below him, in the stomach, Tommy’s stomach.

The man one again laughed and cheered as ranboo was swallowed, the maniacal man grinning like he’d one the lottery. “Oooh chat I’m getting a caaaall” he sing songed pressing speaker and saying “helloo.” The phone buzzed for a second before a voice came online, “this is the police please exit the perimeter with the remaining survivors and we won’t be forced to use force” the man only laughed agin before the cop continued “we have settled rules with those responsible for giant laws and this is not a crime on the giant as it will be charged as manslaughter on your records” the man stopped “w-what!?” “Yes as the giant is under torture and or drugs like the ones you used on mr. Watson he is not held responsible and it is instead placed on the person responsible for said torture… you” the man froze before standing up straight abruptly, “well chat looks like I’ll be heading out but stick around as the boys finish up our fun game here.” He laughed before throwing what looked like a smoke bomb and disappeared.

“You heard the boss” one of the men said as he grabbed tubbo, “ok big guy open up or I’m just gonna impale this little guy on your canines” the man laughed, waving tubbo around with one hand, tommy felt waves of guilt as he saw the fear in tubbos teary eyes. He sighed and opens his mouth wide trying to ignore tubbos screams as he tried to claw out of the mans grasp. Tommy closed his teeth around tubbo using his tongue to keep the small human away from them, “come on kid swallow already we don’t have forever” the first man groaned, “why don’t you get in there and push the kid down. Great for veiws” the second said holding the camera which was still live and pointing it straight at Tommy’s maw “fine but you better get it on camera, this’ll get me promoted” the other said sounding almost happy. Tommy opened his mouth and the man climbed in, as quickly as the man could reach out tommy pinned him to the roof of his mouth he was about to bite down the only issue being tubbo right in front of his throat feet kicking dangerously close, “tu’o” tommy tried still using his tongue to hold the man to his palette “Tommy! Yes! What is it!?” Tubbo cheered knowing his friend didn’t loose control, hoping he could get out and maybe even save Phil and ranboo. “Shory” tommy said quieter as the throat closed around one of tubbos feet, “No Tommy No Please!” Tubbo screamed as he was pulled down farther into the tight tunnel, “Tommy please” he begged crying as his ‘friend ignored him completely, opting to just keep swallowing.

“Wow ok, buddy you can let me out now” the man pressed against his palette said as if he had any control over tommy, after all he’d put the teen through that he get out alive. ‘CRUNCH’ tommy froze as blood dripped from his mouth, sure he’d eaten humans before but what really got him was the scared squeak Wilbur let out as the mans lifeless body flopped out of Tommy’s jaws and landed with a wet smack onto the platform below and fell from there to the ground far below. “Take him!” The other screamed grabbing the camera and throwing Wilbur at tommy, into the giant puddle of blood that was still growing as blood dripped from Tommy’s mouth. Now it was Tommy’s turn to squeak as Wilbur looked at him frozen in fear, “toms” he said voice shaking as he looked at the blood covering his hands and clothes, tommy doing what he could only describe later as instincts quickly licked the blood from his mouths before leaning over to Wilbur and licking a strip of blood off wilburs chest and arms. Wilbur let out a shaky breath looking up at tommy “sorry I- I thought it’d help” he stuttered looking away ready for Wilbur to yell at him. Wilbur only laughed getting up and shaking off some more of the blood before just holding up his arms “a little help here big man” “wil your still shaking” wilburs eyes shot open as he realized he was and tried to soothe his nerves, “wil I understand it’s ok” “No! No it’s not ok you just ate everybody!” Wilbur cried “they’re all fucking dead!” Tommy flinched back from the volume rattling the chains he’d forgotten about and causing the humans in him to fly into the back wall before returning to bang on his sore gut. “Fuck I’d forgotten about that” tommy groaned folding over now that he felt the searing pain, “what do you mean you forgot about that! They were your friends not some fucking snack!” Wilbur screamed stomping up to edge “I d-didn’t even ea-eat them” tommy groaned dropping his chin on the platform. “What do you mean you didn’t eat them I watched you swallow them!?” Wilbur yelled smacking on Tommy’s lips, tommy opened his mouth making Wilbur flop onto his tongue with a shriek before flailing backwards. “I, well it’s hard to explain but, oof-“ tommy put his head down groaning again “storage stomach, bruised storage stomach” tommy whined as his friends hit on his stomach even more “…so everyone’s fine?” Wilbur questioned inching closer to tommy. “Mhm” tommy said

“Fuck! Wilby help meeeeee!” Tommy whined trying to cover his aching stomach only to make the chains clank loudly. Wilbur sighed “I can’t help you out with the chains, but, I can help with your stomachache” tommy perked up “really! thank you!” “yea yea just work on getting out of those” Wilbur said pointing to the cuffs on Tommy’s wrists before easily prying Tommy’s mouth open and climbing onto his tongue. “Hey!” Wilbur shouted as the wet muscle flipped him over and started licking over him, “tommy what the hell comeone” Wilbur complained pushing the tongue away, “‘ou tas’e goo’” tommy muttered jokingly, slathering more spit onto Wilbur which was flooding tommys mouth, Wilbur sputtered flicking spit off of his face and kicking at Tommy’s tongue and throat. Tommy giggled and threw his head back swallowing Wilbur down and tracing the still bulge down his throat purring slightly at sensation of his tiny friend.

Wilbur laughed at the purs that vibrated around his form as he was dragged deeper into his friends body. “Wilbur! God are you ok?!” Phil said throwing himself on the larger male “yea yea Phil I’m fine, are you guys ok?” Phil just hugged Wilbur and sighed “wil we just got eaten! By Tommy! Do you think we’re fucking ok!?” Phil fucking screeched. “Phil please relax I promise we’re fine it’s a storage stomach.”“how do you know that?” Ranboo asked from his place cradling tubbo behind Phil. “Well uh, tommy told me” Wilbur said sheepishly “he told you it was safe so that you get in his mouth! He’s a fucking giant of course he would!” Tubbo screamed, voice raw from screaming “Oh for fucks sake!” Wilbur yelled standing up, trying to stay stable on the squishy surface around them, “this is Tommy! Our tommy! Do you really think he’d hurt us?!” That made everyone stop and you could practically see the flashbacks of all the fun they had, the sad moments where tommy would cheer them up, and finally all the mean things they’d said about giants, not knowing of their friends ‘condition’. “Wilburs right, Tommy’s our friend human or giant, and I trust him” ranboo said, the others soon voicing their agreements. “That’s great! because I’m stuck and it’s gonna be a while” Tommy’s said his voice echoing around them but not being overwhelming “what’s wrong mate?” Phil asked sitting down along the front of the stomach, ranboo and tubbo across from him, and Wilbur sitting back down on his left. “The chains on my wrists are strong so it’s going to take a while” he replied, “no problem mate”

‘Ding’ “wil what was that?” Phil asked. Wilbur thought for a moment reaching into his pocket and pulling out a phone “my phone” “…WTF!?!” “Ok ok I’m sorry I forgot about it ok, I pulled a fucking ranboo!” That made everyone laugh a bit and lean over to look at wilburs phone which had been spammed like crazy. “Ok how do we do this?” Wilbur asked seeing like 100+ people messaging him on many different platforms, “how about going live?” Tubbo suggested moving off ranboos lap to look over at wilburs phone. “Good idea tubbo” will said going to open twitch but accidentally hitting Twitter. “Huh” Wilbur said holding his phone out so the others could see what he was looking at. The entirety of Twitter was either, posting clips of the stream, posting memorials and ‘RIP’s’ for the ‘dead’ streamers, or treating tommy like an injured puppy. “How the fuck are more people coddling tommy than worrying about our death!?” Tubbo shouted causing Tommy to laugh from above them “really?!” Tommy asked through giggles “yea they’re fucking coddling you, like here! There’s already a post about how fucking scared you must be! They’re fucking treating you like a hurt puppy!?” Now everyone was laughing. “Ha! Fucking got it!” Tommy shouted as a loud clank was heard and the stomach shifted from Tommy standing “I’m fucking tired ‘yawn’ so you guys are coming home with me” tommy said yawning again as he stumbled back to his house. “Ok I know it’s weird but I’m actually really exited to see a giant town” ranboo said as some of the early risers greated tommy, and then ushered him back home once they realized how bad he looked.

“Ahh!” “Tommy!” “Fuck!” Everyone screamed as tommy flopped down on his bed throwing them to the back his storage stomach. “Tommy” Wilbur groaned pushing on the walls around him. Wilbur tried getting his attention for a solid minute before Tommy’s breath evened out and he gave up, “fine might as well do that live then” Wilbur sighed settling down in the soft warm flesh around him.

“Hello everyone!” They all greeted once the starting soon sign was taken down, “wow 15 million viewers!” Ranboo said looking over “ok wow I did not expect that many people” Wilbur said shocked,

Really!? Also camra?

Dude aren’t they like dead!?

The FUCK MAN

Why’s camra off?

Poggers

TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES

You dumbass techno wasn’t eaten

Eaten!? THE FUXK I MISS

They laughed at chat and did a quick explanation about being forced to be eaten and hence why the camera was off. “Ok I guess we can do a QnA real quick” Wilbur said as he turned donations on.

Theodore-etically $50

Could you turn camera on for 50 more?

“Umm sure, but we’re still…in tommy” Wilbur said before turning the camera on shining a light on them and the plush walls around them “I never noticed how much saliva there was” ranboo said lifting a foot out of the small puddle of liquid they were sitting around

Acid!

Dude that’s ducking acid!

They are so dead

Ikr

Guys if they say salva it’s probs salva

Says the dumbass who can’t spell saliva

“Chat please calm down its saliva, we’re in Tommy’s storage stomach” Phil said grabbing the phone from Wilbur

Tittyman $1

So how’d it feel to be eaten

“Fucking weird man” tubbo said, “it was pretty scary” Phil responded soon after pointing the cameras Wilbur to signify he was next. “wet and sticky you get used to it but it’s still really weird at first” the camera panned to ranboo “uh well I-it was actually kinda nice” he stuttered before muttering “warm” under his breath and looking away from the group.

Trixxtyflixxy $1

What’s Tommy’s view on this

“Well Tommy’s asleep right now but I caught him purring at my taste” Wilbur bragged. “Is that really something to be proud of?” Ranboo questioned causing Wilbur to squawk “of course it is!” “Just means your gonna be ‘wet and sticky’ more often mate” Phil said laughing at his small makeshift family.

“Alright chat that’s it, bye” they said closing the stream, still laughing from making jokes and being flipped around occasionally as tommy moved in his sleep. “Good night fuckers” tubbo yawned cuddling in between Wilbur and ranboo the latter also slipping off to sleep.

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Fucking finally I’ve spent so long on this and I love how it came out. Some of my best work I’d say

Hope you guys like it also thanks for getting me to 150 followers it mean so much to me

Also I actually proof read for once

#tw vore #tw gore #tommy and tubbo #ranboo and tommy #tommy and wilbur #tommy and phil #soft vore

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