#Devour

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[toyastales]

Caramel Cheesecake 🍰

[thomas--bombadil]

Goats, tantalized by wintery forest berries.

(rosehips, sumac and autumn olive)

[palaeosinensis]

Took a piece from my sketchbook & reinked it digitally while being sure to crank the idea to 11. It did not begin as a Watership Down work but the quote felt very appropriate. It's a marvelous book. This art might mark the first complete work with a boxwolf.

[isabelleadjani]

SHANNYN SOSSAMON as Marisol DEVOUR (2005) dir. David Winkler

[bunniesanddeer]

Devour

Uhhhhhh... I don't know where this came from. I have only written smut once, so ignore this if it is terrible. It's not really smut. it's more like Alastor thinking about stuff while licking you, lol.

Alastor ponders his affection for you, and his desire to devour you.

Pairing: Alastor x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Thoughts of cannibalism/violence, affection, light smut, oral female receiving, Minors DNI.

Word Count: 647 (Very, very short)

Alastor wanted to devour you. Every part of your soul. He wanted your flesh dripping from his mouth, and snared in his teeth. He wanted the taste of you to linger on his tongue for weeks, and randomly flood his mouth again. Deep down, he knew he would regret it instantly, but there was something about tearing into your body that called to him. He knew it was that he loved you, and this was the only way he could rationalize that feeling. How could anyone ever look at you, or harm you, if you were forever part of him? How could you ever turn your back to him, or leave him, if your flesh was made one with his?

Alastor could not take part of your flesh like that. He wanted you by his side, even if some small part of him didn’t. He wanted to be able to see your smile, and hear your laughter, and so he had to deny that desire. So he made the two of you one in another way.

His tongue flattened against your slit, teeth grazing against the soft skin. His claws pressed against the meat of your thighs, keeping them open for him. Alastor’s ears twitched at the soft sighs and pants that left your throat. Your hands twitched, one was pulling at his hair, soft tugs when he made your body jolt with pleasure.

Alastor loved the feeling of control he got when he touched you like this. He also felt so close to you. That possessive heat that curled low in his belly filled him to the brim when your legs spread for him. The soft cries of his name, and the way your cunt squeezed his fingers tightly. Every little thing was just for him, and it left him nearly dizzy. And how you tasted. It was something he would miss if you were gone, and thus he quelled that need.

His tongue flicked your clit, and your thighs pushed against his hands. “Calm, dearest. I’ll get you there. Just enjoy this,” he whispered, and you could only whimper in response. He loved taking his time with you. You got so desperate, and it made his cock twitch. 

Alastor lifted your thighs, letting your knees come over his shoulders, and he kneeled on the bed. His shifted the two of you back, and folded you in half. Like this, he could see the frenzied desperation on your face as he pressed his tongue into you. 

Your breath came in wild pants as he pressed his long tongue into you, curling the muscle tight. 

“Alastor… Please,” you begged, your voice barely audible. Your eyelids fluttered as he twisted his tongue about. One of his hands pressed against your navel, your warm thighs touching the top of his hand. The pressure, along with the way he flicked his tongue, and pushed it deeper inside you, sent your soft walls fluttering. 

You were so close, and he could feel it. He wanted it all to himself. 

“Come for me, mon cœur.”

Your body pulls taut under him, and he watches with deep satisfaction at the way your face contorts. 

What a wonderful sight you always made. He would never grow tired of it. It was the way you sighed, and the way your soft body went lax after an orgasm. It was the way you lazily smiled up at him, and the way your soft hands stroked his face. It was the small kisses, and the quiet sighs as he found home in you. These were some of the reasons he fought the desire to tear your beautiful body and soul to pieces. 

Alastor would never truly understand how he felt, but he knew that he wanted you beside him, even if it meant he would remain longing for something he couldn’t have for the rest of eternity. 

There is no taglist on this one, because I need to set up a Mature!Taglist. I will look into setting one up for that. Again, minors DNI. You shouldn't be able to read this.

I hope this was ok. I plan on writing smut at some point, so maybe be on the lookout for that? I will also answer NSFW asks if I am comfortable with the subject. I will let you know if I'm not.

[voided-peach]

Pitch Black devourer of worlds

[voidscorner]

Cannibalism as a metaphor for love? Kinda, this is cannibalism for cannibalism’s sake, I’m done with this even tho I prefer the uncoloured version I posted earlier. Enjoy my very violent god of ultra violence

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Devour

@jegulus-microfic June 13, Word count 474

Previous part First part

Prompt - Devour

He’d upset Regulus because he couldn’t keep important information in his head and asking Regulus to dinner at his parents had been some of the most important information he’d ever forgotten. He couldn’t help it, sometimes someone told him something, and he instantly forgot what they’d said. 

Doctor's appointments used to be a nightmare for him, as by the time he’d thanked the receptionist he’d forgotten the time he was meant to be there and had to ring back. He swore they’d only implemented the appointment confirmation texts with the time and date on because of him. 

He was holding Regulus in his arms, trying to convey how sorry he was through grip alone. 

“We should go back in,” Regulus murmured against his chest. “Sirius will get mad if he has to wait too much longer to yell out ‘Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, it’s bobsled time! Cool Runnings!’” Regulus's impression of an excited Sirius was dead on.

“Have we finished with the 80s films then?” James asked as he started moving Regulus towards the door.

“No, that’s just one of Sirius’s favourite films. We’ve got one of my favourites. A crazy old man gets killed, and his young student has to travel back in time to fix everything and almost wipes himself from existence when he inadvertently disrupts his parent's first real meeting.” Regulus explained, leaning his head on James’s shoulder as they walked the short distance back into the house. 

“Oh, I think I know which one you’re talking about,” James grins as he opens the door for Regulus. 

They settle in for the evening with Sirius and Remus. James dragged Regulus onto his lap as they cuddled up for the film. 

Regulus was correct with his impression of Sirius, though apparently, he’d downplayed how much Sirius loved the film as he was quoting it word for word. James didn’t mind though, he’d seen it before, he was more interested in the man curled up on him. 

Halfway through, Remus paused the film and came back with a huge bowl of popcorn that he sat on the coffee table in front of them. It took the rest of the film for them to devour its contents and by that point, James was just eating it because it was there. He was overfull and sleepy. Regulus tugged at his arm, trying to get him to stand. 

“Come on, sleepy head, time for bed,” He snickered as he fruitlessly pulled at James, not able to budge him an inch. James stretched and yawned widely before hauling himself to his feet. 

“Come on, love, time for bed,” He yawned again, lifting Regulus off his feet and throwing him over his shoulder. “Night, he called to Sirius and Remus over Regulus’s protests as he climbed the stairs to their bedroom. 

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[we-could-call-it-love]

I'm here to be devoured.

[harmonity-vibes]

He went from "Hello, sir"...

to "Your daughter also calls me Daddy".

[kwistowee]

JENSEN ACKLES as JAKE GRAY | DEVOUR (2005)

[subtleloverdrowning]

From Pinterest

[sensitivehandsomeactionman]

Jensen Ackles as Jake Gray in Devour

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

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