#*devours tasty art*

[cheesomancer]

Oh to be carried by an orc~ 🥰 Cheeseless art: twitter, bsky

[skelemoonz]

Hi hi hello hi you're art is the tastiest thing

Blush hehe thankyouuu

[breadbox-draws]

puts this blog in my mouth

[number-1-haxorus-fan]

Dragon V1 is a layer of autism I didn't know I needed, thank you for assisting in my quest to be the least neurotypical person possible

another compilation of accumulated ultrakill stuff

[tan1shere]

could you maybe write something fluffy and smutty about honeymoon/wedding night sex w billie? if you are in a request mood

Forever Love

A/n: Most certainly my kind anon !

Warnings - smut ! || masterlist

Giggles fill the small hotel room. Both yours and Billies as she carries you bridal style, plopping you on the soft bed. It had only been a day ago since the wedding and you had gone to Paris for your honeymoon. Well that was just the first stop for a week, then you'd head over to somewhere tropical for another week. Both of your smiles were glued onto your faces, the happiness radiating off of one another. "I love you." She says kissing all over your face.

You giggle as her breath tickles your skin. "I love you, so much more." She shakes her head. "Uh uh. Me." She climbs ontop of you, trapping your body. "I'm sure it's me." You fire back. "Why don't we put it to the test hm?" Her face comes incredibly close to your own. And it was clear where this was heading.

"I still love you more." Her fingers travel down your body as you say that. She keeps quiet, sneaking her hand under your dress and landing it on your thigh. Her taunting manner brings your nerves up. When she looks you in the eyes, slowly going down your body. Her warm lips were on your thighs. "I'm gunna love you til you're screaming." Your eyes widen, even more so as she bites the flesh on your thigh. A moan slipping out.

Her finger moves to your entrance, touching the thin fabric. "Can feel you throbbing." She groans as she sucks marks on your thighs. Your head lulls back, already feeling amazing by your wife's tongue. Your brain couldn't even process her words as she takes your underwear off. "All for me to devour." You hadn't seen this side of Billie yet, and you were loving it so much. She was feral, acting like a female dog on heat. This woman wasted no time at all in latching her lips onto yours. Sucking and licking like she craved you. But she did.

She always thought you were tasty in so many ways. You were like a drug to her and she just couldn't get enough. Not to mention how she felt seeing you walk down that isle, the dirty thoughts came alongside the loving ones. She just loves you so fucking much. And she was definitely proving that now. Your hands move into her hair gripping as her pace quickens. Your head still far back into the pillows as she laps at you. Your back soon arches wanting more of what she was giving.

"So greedy." She mumbles against you, earning a sweet whimper from none other than you. You knew you had lost this fight, even though she knew how much you loved her. She always had to show you who wins, she always was competitive. And she definitely won when you entered her life. She couldn't be more happy, not to mention when you said yes the day she proposed. She truly won in life. You were her work of art, trophy. And the way she'd worship you proved that.

Her tongue was relentless, as you soon feel that coil about to snap. "Mm fuck!" You moan out as the yummy feeling approaches. "Come on wifey, cum for me." And that's all it took, that single word was it, to make you burst right on her tongue. She always made you see starts. And she was so proud she could.

"I just made my wife cum for the first time."

Your brows furrow as you catch your breath. "But you always make me cum." Her face is directly over yours with a smirk.

"You weren't my wife then, were you?"

[delirious-donna]

Soft [Kakashi Hatake]

an: based on some thoughts I had after seeing this beautiful art of Mr Hatake looking a little more soft in physique.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader

warnings: self ship coded, established relationship with mentions of marriage and a child, rokudaime Kakashi au, fluff, flirting, suggestive at best, body positivity, reader is assumed to be curvy

Kakashi is a strong man. He always has been and probably always will, if he has any say in the matter. However, gone are the days when the defined ridges of his abdominals could cut glass.

The dips of his Adonis belt are less pronounced, and his biceps are still large but not carved from marble as they were even five years ago. A lot had changed but that’s life, and in the end, contentment brought him here.

Gone were the days when he could work out for hours in the early morning, greeting the new day covered in sweat on his way to a much-needed shower before the working day began. Now he had responsibilities to tend to and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A wife to rouse from slumber, a hard task at the best of times, and a son to watch like a hawk as he propels through the house like a mini tornado with an eye for destruction. There were breakfasts to be made, lunches to be prepped, hair to be wrestled into some semblance of neatness and kisses to be shared. Wet kisses pressed messily to his cheek from his son as he heads out for work. Lingering kisses with his beloved that make him stay a few seconds longer just to taste you thoroughly.

Your love never wavered for the silver-haired shinobi, and even now as darker grey peppers throughout the messy strands, you still found them as enticing to run your fingers through as you always had. Age was especially kind to Kakashi, the lines around his eyes were from laughter and not stress and the weight of his responsibilities no longer dragged down his shoulders and slumped his spine.

It was amazing how easy it was to deal with the daily grind that accompanied his role when he knew he would return to the love and warmth that was his home. Everything was easier when love was in the mix, who knew?

So yes, he wasn’t as trim anymore. There was a slight pudge to his stomach and you could grab a good portion of his sides in the midst of being railed into the mattress, but fuck, was it sexy.

The silver hairs that formed his happy trail now extended higher towards his belly button and his butt hugged his sweatpants a little tighter and fuller than before. You had never shied away from the attraction you felt for him, but now it made Kakashi chuckle when you eyed him like some tasty treat to be devoured whole.

“See something you like, sweetheart?”

“Damn right, I do. When did you start getting even more handsome? Should be criminal this late in life.”

He huffed a laugh, eyes narrowing at your teasing words and the insinuation that he was getting on in years. He was still in the prime of his life, far from past it and he’d remind you of that.

“Well…” he murmured against the shell of your ear. “You know how fond I am of your softness.” Kakashi trailed his calloused fingertips over the gentle swell of your stomach, stopping to massage your hips and waist. “Thought you’d like to snuggle with someone a little less unyielding.”

How quickly your hands wandered across the expanse of his strong abdomen, a fingertip tracing the muscles. A familiar melody forced his eyelids to droop low, the hum in your throat as enchanting as the very first time he heard it.

You took your time in exploring a body you were intimately familiar with, pawing at him like the needy feline you always were until two strong arms banded around your waist.

“I might be a little more soft, but I’m still the man you fell for and I can still carry you to the bedroom with ease.”

Your chin dipped in agreement, gaze lifting to meet the desire swirling in his charcoal eyes. “Your heart has always been soft, Kakashi, whether you knew it or not. Your body simply matches it now and I’ll love you no matter what shape you take.”

[gorjee-art]

CULT OF THE LAMB - THE MAKING OF IDOLS

Instead of faith it runs on admiration. Goal of the game is to make the gods “beautiful”. With the help of Lunule muse of vanity and Sonule muse of soul, you’ve been gifted the powers of creation. Crawl through each realm manipulating dungeons to your personal liking, no uncultured swine is safe from your magic touch. Trap god’s likenesses in Statue Gardens, Paintings, Poetry, and Song (may be freed later on). Over the progression of this tale you will meet several side characters, however Midas will be a bit of importance as he takes interest in your quest, aiding your journey in making everything beautiful.

Finding your Corpse (Story Point) -

There it stands. The Masterpiece of a lonesome, pitiful, artist. Name unknown, it stands here forgotten, devoted to it’s craft, the love for it’s muses. Your final breath was taken here. You’ve broken and ruined every bone in your body for your art and for what? You weren’t unloved, everyone warned you to stop.

Now here you rest, Left buried in the sands of time.

Was it worth it?

Rituals

Ritual of Performance - Feel like royalty as you choose which follower gets to entertain you. The performance is judged by the crowd over how well they did. It’s up to you to spare or execute them. (Even if spared they may not survive the humiliation.)

The Knowledge of the Muses - Give followers your inner ichor for them to devour and taste, locks admiration for 3 days and increases inspiration. Weakly followers have a chance to become deformed, body unable to handle the love of their leader.

Midas’ Touch - Sacrifice one of your followers to make a decorative statue. Increases admiration every time a follower passes by it, and gives warning to every dissenter. (Gifted Ritual by Midas)

Forever Yours - Your followers may asked to be sacrificed under your name. Thus the forever immortal ritual, they’ll allow you to do whatever change you desire to them, immortalized as a work of art no longer among the living. This ritual gives helpful trinkets for your crusades (they last every three crusades before disintegrating, special followers can give hardy trinkets that last longer)

- Follower Heart : Gives more starting hearts

- Follower Spine : Melee Damage

- Follower Eye : Forcefield Damage/Copies Curses

- Follower Teeth : Long Range Damage

- Follower Lungs : Increases your Speed

- Follower Head : Dissenters/Enemies will be paralyzed with fear

Muse’s Mercy - Strike your followers with maddening amounts of inspiration , they must create! Serve! Worship! With no end in sight. This ritual will increase cult productivity with no sleep, eating, or needed care for three days. (downsides is that 80% will be exhausted as soon as the ritual is over)

Follower Traits -

Critic - Like you they are very hard to please and level up, may be bribed to increase admiration.

Zealous - Fanatics, have unending fountains of admiration they want to be just like you! May be dangerously obsessive however. Be sure to stop them before they get a chance to become you and live under your skin. Oh how they love you so…

Gluttonous - Crayon Eaters…odd bunch. They like to eat art. So pretty they deem it to be tasty…

Tortured - High levels of admiration. The pursuit of perfection can lead your followers to madness… They’ll laugh, scream, and cry. If not careful, they might be driven to die or murder another follower.

[meatcatt]

YESS THANK YOU

The dolls are so normal and not alive

art for @meatcatt

they're playing with dolls :)

do not tag as ship

[ghostfaceprincess]

How They Would React To You Making Them Food:

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Michael Myers:

• You really made this for him?

• It’s amazing! He’s so touched.

• You spent all your time and energy preparing this for him, this is definitely better than the food he was given when he was locked up.

• Wants you to do it more often (he’ll do anything).

-

Freddy Krueger:

• Is using his glove to cut it.

• Keeps doing it even when you scold him.

• Makes a “mmm” sound every time he chews.

• Wondering how to make this himself whenever you’re away.

-

Jason Voorhees:

• Only mom used to cook for him.

• Very touched and just a little emotional that you did.

• Tries to eat as cleanly as possible but he can’t help it, it’s just so good.

• Offers to make dessert.

-

Billy Loomis:

• He blinks slowly and then glares. “Trying to poison me, aren’t you, baby angel?”

• Finally eats after you scold him for accusing you of such a thing.

• Says it’s better than Stu’s cooking.

• Asks for it nightly.

-

Stu Macher:

• Brags to his mom that he has a love who cooks for him.

• Devours it. “You- Billy said what about my cooking?”

• Cleans the plate with his tongue like a child would.

• Offers to do the dishes (he doesn’t take no for an answer).

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Charles Lee Ray:

• “Is it… Swedish meatballs?”

• Eats it either way.

• Immediately in love with the dish.

• Does the dishes as a thank you.

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Tiffany Valentine:

• “Oh, sweet face, for me?”

• Eats it like such a lady but still somehow looks hot. (Y’know what I mean).

• Moaning each time she chews, just to get at you. *wink wink*

• Tell you she has dessert for you. 🥵

-

Bubba Sawyer:

• Is very happy!

• He wants to make you food in return but right now, he enjoys his meal.

• Nodding and giving you multiple thumbs up.

• Claps once he’s done and then does literally all the dishes.

-

Thomas Hewitt:

• Groans and moans of tasty pleasure; he really enjoys it.

• Doesn’t wanna share it with anyone in the family! It’s only for him!

• Repays you with hugs and kisses, and maybe something else? ;))

• Will clean up the kitchen for you.

-

Art the Clown:

• Suspicious at first because he wonders if you’re trying to harm him, but with some gentle convincing, he finally eats.

• He looks so funny and adorable when he chews it because it’s so good and he’s happy.

• Multiple thumbs up and silent clapping.

• Puppy eyes (you get him to do it!) when he wants you to make it again!

-

The Creeper:

• Can he… eat this and be okay?

• *sniff sniff… small nibble*

• He likes it!

• Please let him know when you make more!

-

Thank you for reading! Please send your requests, I write personal imagines for people too and I’m currently doing ship/match making too! 🦇

[sunny-sourzii]

you dont know me, but you've popped up on my feed plenty of times n all i have to say is this!!!

u're so cool n swag n ur art is so tasty n silly n skrunkly and oh my gods i am DEVOURING how you draw the dcas and just how you draw in general n rhrighrhttehgosbftso YOUR COLORS?? YOUR SHAPES?? YOUR BODY LANGUAGES?? eaten. devoured. gone.

amazing, wonderful beautiful gorgeous 10/10 cool swag awesome rjgorbeog

all /vpos :3

GUH,….G….,,,SNIFFLES..,,,.,NNS,,..,SHHNN,,,.,,

NO BUT THANK YOU AGJER

YOURE COOL TOO UHGRTRRRRUHUHUHUH

I never know what to say when people compliment me BIM IMIH JHE I???? SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF THANK YOU CRIES /POS

[sunkenma]

the art of subtlety 

the many ways tamaki amajiki says “i love you” wordlessly.

650 words, fluff / hbd tamaki!

tamaki amajiki has never been good with words.

frankly, he has never been good with actions either. the fear of expressing himself and potentially garnering unwanted attention has always been on the precipice of his worries. yet if he had to pick the lesser of the two evils, he’d choose actions. 

actions, albeit still harrowing, are manageable when it comes to you. 

with you, he can’t help but want to do something, anything. anything that can help make life a little bit easier for you. may it be to carry your bag and books, or treat you to your favourite meal, or — even more scandalous for the timid man — hold your hand to prevent you from slipping on icy sidewalks, he would do it all. 

and he’s proud to say he does, although subtly to ensure you don’t notice. because if you ever did, he wouldn’t know how to explain himself. confessing to you is absolutely out of the question.

“the beef is sooo good!” you exclaim between bites. 

at the moment, you’re eagerly digging into the yakiniku you two have ordered for lunch as he contently sits across from you. watching you eat has always been one of tamaki’s favourite pastimes. you eat with so much gusto and excitement that just the mere sight of your silly little smile has him smiling and happily munching on his own food. 

correction, there mere sight of your silly little smile makes him happy in general. 

your cheeks are noticeably full as you ask, “did you try some yet?” 

“mhmm,” he responds meekly. he places another helping of meat on the edge of your plate as he does so, “it’s pretty tasty.”

tamaki inwardly smacks himself for lying to you. for the past few minutes, he’s been too preoccupied with grilling and placing most, if not all, the meat on your plate for him to actually try any of the food. in fact, having meals with you has always been this way — may it be peeling your shrimps, sneakily taking all of the vegetables you don’t like and replacing them with the ones you do like, or gifting you with his dessert. 

but that’s information he could never share with you, lest his feelings slip out.

a ghost of a smile lingers on his lips when he sees that a smidge of yakiniku sauce marks the corner of your lips. it’s cute. you’re cute. he has the strongest urge to kiss it — no, wipe it off for you, but he knows that doing so would only render him a collapsed and flustered heap on the table. 

“you have a little something here,” instead, tamaki opts to tell you. he points to the corner of his own mouth to indicate where the sauce is on your lips. again, he finds you adorable as you fumble to wipe it off, spewing out an embarrassed ‘how did that get there?’ 

he fondly looks on as you continue to devour the rest of the meat on your plate, wishing that there’s more he could for you. wishing that he didn’t have to be so subtle around you. wishing that he could simply pick up his chopsticks and feed you like his hand has been itching to do since you two sat down.

but for now, wishing is all he could do. it’s not a lot but tamaki is content. he’s content in knowing that these small gestures are still enough to make life slightly easier for you. he only hopes that these small gestures could eventually build up to the moment where he finally tells you how he truly feels. 

until then, he’ll stay subtle. 

( what tamaki doesn’t realize is that as he busies himself with serving you grilled meat, you’ve been putting some of them on his own plate when he isn’t looking. he isn’t as subtle as he likes to believe, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love watching him try. ) 

[carnivorousyandeere]

nsfw, mdni | tags / warnings : nb yandere butcher x gn reader (only prn used is ‘you’, gn compliments/praise), smut, masochism, dom top yandere/sub bottom reader, blood, denial/edging, overstim, potentially unsafe kink

a muffled cry fell from your lips when rhodes yanked your hair back, their thrusts slowing so much that the sound of their bed creaking was almost loud enough to cover the sounds you made. your trembling legs wrapped tighter around their waist in a desperate attempt to get the high you needed.

they had you pinned against their bed, hips digging into yours and their strap buried so deep in you that you could practically felt it in your stomach every time they thrusted. you whimpered and squirmed against them, trying to buck your hips to make yourself orgasm on your own, but it was to no avail. their mass pressing against you kept you in place as your peak faded once again.

“how many times do i need to tell you?” they huffed in your ear, their lips finding yours and nipping at the sensitive skin.

“you’re not gonna cum till you make me bleed.”

a choked cry of frustrated pleasure fell from your lips, your teary eyes looked into theirs. your hands found their arms again — they were marred with a litany of bite marks and scratches, all made by you, all just barely too shallow to draw blood. and with every failed attempt, they'd bring you to the edge of climax but never actually give you the release you were growing desperate for.

"please," you whispered, "please, i'll be good, i'll be so good, just—"

you were cut off by their hips grinding into yours again. your breath left you in another strangled moan, unable to stop the tears falling from your eyes from the overwhelming sensation of rhodes thrusting into you again.

"shh, just try again, lamb," they cooed in your ear. "you wanna cum, don't you? i know you can do it."

a soft, raspy chuckle escaped them as you buried your face in their collar, your incoherent pleads only answered by their grip moving to your hips and tightening considerably. you started desperately clawing at their biceps, your teeth finding the flesh of their shoulder and sunk in as hard as you could with your limited remaining energy.

"that's my good little pet," they panted between shaky moans. "ffuck, you're so good..."

a muffled gasp escaped you when the taste of iron flooded your mouth, their blood finally staining your tongue and fingertips when your nails broke their skin. following this was a loud groan from rhodes, accompanied by a noticeable stutter in their hips.

your face flushed with bashful pride from the praise. you did it... you did what they wanted after trying so hard.

your tongue glided over the fresh puncture marks in their flesh, each brush over the broken skin making rhodes jolt and gasp. it was all they could do to not collapse on you from how good the pain felt.

your head was pulled back again, and rhodes pulled you into another kiss as the movement of their hips picked up again. and with another muffled cry, your lips staining theirs red, you shuddered and spasmed against them as you finally came.

you tumbled over the edge fast and hard after how long your body has been kept on the brink. you moaned their name out loud, arching your back, grinding your hips against theirs while waves of pleasure took your body. and it was only when ragged pants were falling from your lips and your trembling legs went slack and eventually fell from your hips that rhodes's thrusts slowing to a gradual stop. you were given a moment to catch your breath, one of your arms draped over your eyes as the other gripped the sheets under you.

a short time later, you felt them gently kiss and nip at your neck. rhodes slowly started sliding in and out of you once again, making you whimper and whine from the sparks of pleasure that you felt from their strap brushing against your most sensitive spots.

"wait," you gasped, gently pushing their chest. "w-wait, i c-can't—"

"you thought we were finished?" they interrupted, a hand brushing against your cheek. the other pinned your own hands above your head as another chuckle escaped them.

"no, no... i can't just leave you with that," they muttered, leaning in to kiss your skin. "can't do that at all."

"look alive, sweet thing. we're not done till you're squealing."

[lovelywritinglady]

Muzan and Leanan sidhe! reader? Reader is a art eating fairy (what leanan sidhe means) and likes masterful art the best. However, they sense the infinity castle from where they are roaming and smell the 'food' (the paint) there. So, to get there, i imagine there would be magic involved. just phase through the ground and enter there that way. I'd think Reader would be astonished from how lovely the place looks, no? The infinity castle is pretty! After they find the art they'd marvel before beginning to savor each bite; unaware they were being watched... this enough detail?

This is Great! I’ll do my best to execute your vision!!

Art Eater

Muzan x fairy!reader

Reader specifically is a fairy that eats art and is attracted to art/paint. Readers gender is not specified.

Fluff, mentions of eating paint(please don’t do that!), Muzan is wayy out of character.

Nighttime was the highlight of your long days looking for your fix: delicious paintings. You have been starving looking for food. You can eat other things but everything you tried to eat tasted like hot ash in your mouth, so you didn't bother with it. Tonight you were fluttering around when the smell you've been longing for filled your nose with sweet delight. So, naturally, you followed it desperately.

Soon enough you found the source of the scent, however, you were met with severe confusion. "Where the hell is it." You questioned to yourself and you began flying around frantically looking for the paintings. With no luck, you decided to sit down on the grass below you. However, instead of sitting you sank and you sank. With a yelp, you fell far into the earth and landed on your ass. Your eyes were met with a wonderous sight and you thanked your magical abilities for allowing you to be able to tread in spaces that normal beings can't.

You sat up, opened your wings, and began fluttering around the large space. The scent you had been searching for filling the entire space you were now in. In fact there was no searching needed as you found a filled with the most beautiful painting imaginable. You almost felt bad for salivating as much as you did. You decided that you would just nibble at the edged as to not ruin the paintings. And so, you began eating the once closest to you. The first bite was so good that you moaned slightly at the very taste. The second bite was no different as you chewed much faster than before, almost ravenous for it. Whoever painted these used high quality paint and you were so thankful for it. In fact, you could swear that these paintings were the best you've ever had and you made a mental not to make sure that you stuck around in this magical place. You lost track of time with the amount you were eating as your previous thoughts about only eating the corners were ignored. As you had already eaten an entire painting, yet still hungry for more. As you moved onto another one and took your first bite, you felt chills run down your back. You looked to your left to see beautiful ruby red eyes staring back at you. It was a man with a curious look on his face, despite the curious look he seemed dangerous and you mentally cursed yourself for being so hungry.

"Who are you and why are you devouring my art." the man demanded as his eyes never left yours. You took your mouth off of the painting looking at it and seeing deep teeth marks. You then gulped nervously smiling at him trying to look innocent.

"Well...um..." You chuckled

"Spit it out!" he spat

"Jeeze, my name is y/n and...uh...your art is tasty...?" you said with a toothy grin while squinting your eyes.

"You're a fairy, aren't you?" He questioned

"Yep!" You beamed. "So what's your name?" You asked him trying to relieve the awkwardness.

"Muzan Kibutsuji" he replied as he scanned over the paintings. "Which one is your favorite?" He asked suddenly after some time.

"Oh um... I think that one. The one with the weeping woman. Something about her makes me feel something strange and I can't really figure out what it is." You told him staring at the painting with a soft smile.

"Yes, that one is my favorite as well." Muzan stated giving a similar look at the painting. You then realized something that you probably should have thought about before.

"So how long have you know I was here?" You questioned Muzan kinda regretting that you asked him that. "Welp, I'm dead." you thought to yourself closing your eyes awaiting the impact of whatever he might do. And yet, nothing came. It was silent for a minute until you heard the cutest soft laughter you've ever heard from any being ever. You opened your eyes to find the laughter come from him. And honestly you were shook that a man as scary as him could ever laugh like that.

"You're so amusing little fairy." He spoke as his smile went away and his previous behavior returned.

"Uh, thanks." You spoke awkwardly looking anywhere but him with the faintest blush on your face. "So can I get back to what I was doing before?" You asked being bold.

"Sure, just do not eat all of them as I do spend a decent amount of time on each one." He spoke casually like it was no bug deal that he makes such magnificent art. This left you surprised and you smiled wildly at him.

"Thank you so much!" You beamed. And might I say you're a brilliant artist!" you complimented trying to gain his favor

"See you around my little art eater." Muzan told you walking away without looking at you. "And thank you." he spoke one last time before disappearing somewhere in the vast castle.

And so you did the most logical thing to in that moment and returned to the painting you were previously munching on. You were glad that you fell through that hole and into the home of Muzan Kibutsuji and who knows what else is in here. You smiled to yourself and took a massive bite out of the beautiful and tasty painting.

Thank you so much for reading!💜 Thank you @cursetopia for requesting! I hope you like it!

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L.W.L

[eggdrawsthings]

i've been devouring your art. it's so tasty. i am fed and i want more. my dopamine levels are rising. i feel so feral i am sorry excuse me

pls don't be sorry anon I'm glad i can feed yall I'll serve u my art on a fucking platter even thank u sm ily!!!

[monster-teef]

lil mermaid prey story. enjoy

content: size difference, oral vore, fatal vore, digestion, unwilling prey

Felicity couldn't hear the conversation happening between the two giants above her, but she could tell it wasn’t good news. Trapped inside her water-filled jar, she swam nervously back and forth, tail swishing, as she watched the shopkeeper and customer chatting amicably with each other.

Money exchanged hands. The customer gestured to a jar next to Felicity, which contained a similarly trapped mermaid. The shopkeeper took the jar and handed it over.

Felicity wasn't sure how she'd gotten herself caught or what her purpose was here. Her memories were foggy and chaotic: one moment she'd been swimming happily with her friends, then the next she'd been scooped out of the water and plopped inside a jar, and carted off too… where was she, even? Some kind of market? She could see giants bustling around to different stalls, carrying bags and boxes, excitedly buying things. There was fresh produce, books, art…

And whatever her stall was.

Felicity returned her attention with growing dread back to the customer and their captured mermaid. She had a horrible feeling she knew where this was going.

The customer grinned and unscrewed the lid of the jar. The mermaid inside, a pretty thing with a sparkling teal tail, frantically tried to pull herself up over the rim of the jar, desperate to escape while she had the chance, but couldn't get a grip. And then the giant was lifting the jar to their lips, tilting their head back, and starting to drink.

Shit, Felicity thought, her fears realized.

The other mermaid flailed and splashed in fear as the giant drained the water steadily, but there was nowhere to hide. Out the mouth of the jar she went and into the mouth of the giant. The last Felicity saw of her was her terrified thrashing tail vanishing between the giant's lips - then she was watching a large bulge travel down the giant's throat and disappear behind his collarbones. Vanished to the depths of his stomach, doomed as nothing more than food.

Panic writhed in Felicity's chest. She was to be sold and eaten. This market was full of hungry predators who wanted nothing more than to swallow her up and digest her. Her life was a novelty snack here, and chances were she would soon be sliding down someone's gullet and settling into their groaning stomach. To be digested.

She bashed against the glass of her jar, and bashed against the lid, frantically trying to break out any way she could. What she would do if she did manage to escape, she wasn't sure - it wasn't like a mermaid could get far on dry land like this. But anything had to be better than becoming a tasty morsel in someone's belly.

Despair settled in. One by one, she watched the mermaids around her be sold and devoured. One by one, jars were upended and mermaids sent screaming between hungry lips. Living bulges rippled down eager throats. Giants patted their stomachs in satisfaction. How long would it be until someone bought her? How long before she found her place on the food chain?

/

Miller was hungry. In his rush to get to the market, he'd skipped out on breakfast. Luckily for him, there was no shortage of food stalls to peruse, and one in particular caught his eye immediately. A beaming shopkeeper presented rows and rows of tiny jars, each containing an adorable little mermaid. They swam and swished around anxiously.

Miller's stomach growled and grumbled. They weren't his usual sort of food… in fact, he'd never eaten a mermaid before in his life. Such exotic delicacies were hard to come by. He wondered what they would taste like, what they would feel like, their pretty scales gliding over his tongue, their wriggling tails thrashing as they slipped down his throat.

"Hi there!" the shopkeeper said cheerily, beckoning him over. "Are you interested?"

"Yes, please," Miller said.

"Go ahead and pick whichever you like!"

Miller crouched down in front of the table to get a closer look at the little treats. His gaze trailed over them, taking in each one fully. The pink-tailed one looked delicate and sweet… but that one on the left had an especially long tail, and she'd surely feel magnificent as she went down his throat… Miller bit his lip, indecisive.

"How about this one?" the shopkeeper suggested, and plucked up a jar containing a beautiful golden mermaid with a thick, powerful tail. "I just caught her this morning. She's an especially fiesty one, so she'll struggle very nicely for you."

Miller peered at the tiny creature. She was twisting about in her jar, her tail slamming into the glass walls, trying to break out. She did look fiesty, and absolutely delicious. She was yelling, her voice nothing more than a series of shrill, anxious squeaks.

"Perfect," Miller said. "How much?"

/

Felicity shrieked in terror as the shopkeeper passed her jar to the customer. She caught a glimpse of the giant's face as he took her: his eyes gleaming with hunger, his tongue tracing his lips. He clearly had no ethical qualms about gobbling her down.

"No! Stop!" she yelled. "Don't eat me, please! I'm not food! I'm not food!"

She had a name, a life! She had friends! She had family! She had dreams for the future! How could all that be so easily reduced to nothing? What right did he have to devour her? Why was filling his stomach more important than her existence?

An enormous finger tapped on the glass, and she heard the muffled voice of the giant speaking to her.

"Aw, how cute!" he cooed. "I know just what to do with you, you delicious little thing."

"I'm begging you!" Felicity cried. "I don't want to be eaten!"

The giant just smiled at her. She saw his hand reaching for the lid of the jar, and knew she would only have one chance to escape. As soon as he unscrewed the lid, she'd have to hoist herself over the lip of the jar and out. Would she die if she fell from this height? And if she didn't, would she be able to drag herself to safety? She knew her chances were slim, but she had to try.

The giant's hand closed down around the lid and unscrewed it, and then there was open air above her. Felicity pushed herself upward with all her might, throwing her arms over the lip of the jar in an effort to clamber outwards. She was so, so close -

She heard a rumble of laughter from the giant and then a huge finger pressed down on her head, forcing her back down into the water.

"Cheeky thing," the giant said, amused. "Oh, you will struggle just wonderfully in my stomach, won't you? Putting all that energy to good use."

Then, to Felicity's horror, her jar was being raised, heading towards those colossal lips, heading towards her doom. The giant's lips parted eagerly and the jar became a neat slide right between them; water began to flow out from her jar and into the warm depths of his mouth.

Glp. Glrk. Glck!

Swallow after swallow pulled her ever closer, the water spiralling and vanishing down that constricting gullet. Felicity squeaked in terror and fought to stay in the jar, to no avail. Her tail swished frantically as she slipped past the rim of the bottle and rushed into the giant's mouth. The water carried her swiftly towards his hungry gullet, which was pulsating rapidly as he greedily gulped.

She let out one last terrified shriek as she was sucked straight into the clutches of the giant's contracting throat. She threw her arms out to the side in an attempt to stop herself, but the water simply carried her right on through, down into the dark, sucking recesses of the gullet. The giant didn't hesitate - he gulped her happily down. Felicity cried as his hungry throat sucked her down, down, down, slick fleshy walls funneling her deeper into his digestive system. Water gushed around her as she slithered rapidly down her captor's uncompromising gullet, towards his waiting, deadly stomach. She had been eaten.

/

Outside, Miller continued gulping the water, feeling the sizeable bulge of his little guest pressing down through his chest, towards his craving stomach. He could feel her powerful struggles, the thrashing of her tail as she fought her fate as his breakfast, but she was no match for the muscles of his throat - and the authority of his hunger. The bulge of her delicious body trailing down his throat felt exquisite and his stomach growled in anticipation. He was already quite certain she would be one of the best meals he'd had the pleasure of devouring. That powerful tail would massage the inside of his stomach wonderfully and aid him in digestion.

Miller finished draining the water, and sighed contentedly as he felt the poor mermaid drop down into his belly. Immediately she began to scream and struggle, slamming desperately against the interior of his stomach. Her fists hit his stomach walls, pounding wildly, and her tail thrashed. He could feel the water sloshing around inside his belly, stirred by the mermaid's frantic struggles - she felt incredible. Not only would she be a filling and nutritious start to his day, she would provide him with a fantastic internal massage. His stomach rumbled happily.

/

Deep inside the giant's stomach, Felicity sobbed out in fear. The water around her was hot and already prickling with acid, and the stomach walls were shifting and groaning with deadly, eager purpose. It was pitch black, and all she could hear was the deafening machinations of the body around her: the thudding heartbeat, the rush of breath, the wet squelch of the shifting stomach walls. It all felt so surreal - she had been eaten, and she was trapped helpless and alone in a giant's stomach. No one would come to her rescue. Every giant here at this market thought she was exactly where she belonged, and wouldn't have even batted an eye at the sight of her bulge rolling down this giant's throat and disappearing into his body. They would not think of her terror as the belly churned - she was food, and food belonged inside bellies, churning. Her fellow mermaids were powerless to help her, too, and it was only a matter of time before they too were sliding screaming down someone's greedy gullet.

Despair washed over her. The giant's stomach let out a deep groan, the sound rumbling and awful, a hungry, desperate noise heralding oncoming digestion - the stomach had become aware of the tiny, helpless creature fluttering about inside it, and it was ready to begin performing the one job a stomach was built for. Felicity scrambled to find the entrance, but the walls were slippery and she tumbled back down. The stomach squeezed in and she squeaked in shock as she was bumped around in the unstable dark.

"Help me!" she screamed. "Someone help me! Get me out of his stomach! He's going to digest me!"

GROWL, went the giant's stomach, rather hoping no one would come to her aid. It squeezed in on its panicking meal, ready to churn her up and digest her, turning her life into valuable nourishment.

/

"How was she?" the shopkeeper asked, while passing a bottle that contained a shrieking mermaid to another hungry customer.

"She was delicious," Miller said, rubbing a hand over his tummy. "I've never eaten a mermaid before. She feels fantastic in there."

"Mermaids always put up a wonderful fight," the shopkeeper said. "They lash out with their tails and they can go without air for a long time - they'll struggle hard well into the digestion process, they'll continue giving your belly a nice massage long after other prey would pass out. If you ever get the chance, you should gobble down three or four at a time. They'll be the best full belly of your life."

"Thanks for the tip," Miller said. "I think this little snack will keep me busy enough for now though." As if on cue, his stomach let out a low gurgle, resulting in a new flurry of panicked motion from the poor creature trapped inside it. Miller ran a hand over his belly, pleased. "My stomach is keen to get acquainted with her."

"Digest well!" the shopkeeper said cheerily.

Miller patted his belly and grinned. He always digested well.

/

"No!" Felicity screamed as the giant's stomach churned and squeezed more violently. Acid sloshed around her, biting at her skin, and the stomach began to contract rhythmically. She cried as loud as she could for mercy, but the sound was drowned out by the intense gurgling and groaning around her. What cause would he have to listen to her, anyway? She was a delicious snack, and she was doing the one thing a delicious snack was meant to do: being digested. The giant's stomach walls crowded hungrily in.

/

Miller continued about his day, enjoying the feel of the light, squirming snack in his stomach. He remained pleasantly aware of the powerful thrashing and struggle taking place inside his groaning tummy as his food fought for its life, fought to avoid becoming his breakfast. His stomach gurgled and groaned, and he knew the happy sounds heralded the beginnings of proper digestion. Miller prodded his belly with a playful finger. He relished in her fear, her fighting. Didn't she understand? They were predator and prey - it was his body's right to crush and squeeze and churn hers into nutrients.

/

Glrp. Grmble. Felicity punched and lashed out as acid sloshed and swelled higher and higher, as stomach walls kneaded her like food, as deafening groans and grumbles thundered around her. Glck. Groan…

/

Miller rubbed at his busy stomach, letting out a quiet moan. She was losing her battle, of course - as all live food he gulped down did. Food was no match for a stomach, especially one as powerful as his.

"Too bad," Miller cooed to the doomed meal squirming frantically in his groaning tummy. "My tasty little snack. What a wonderful breakfast you are. Have fun in there."

At some point, she stopped struggling. Miller's stomach groaned and churned hard, massaging her into sustenance, as he wandered through the market.

A while later, he settled down for a bite of lunch and piled more food down on top of her, smiling and rubbing at his stuffed stomach. His stomach churned and squeezed gleefully. The mermaid was sludge, churning through his belly, unrecognisable from any other food.

She had served him very well indeed.

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HOLY MOLY FANART!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'm glad you like them and Duck's wonderful fanfic!!

Oh yeah I like him too. He’s pretty neat

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