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[mafleur]

𝗍𝗁𝖾 ͏𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 “𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇'𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅.”, 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺.

[jaewsss]

ꘓ͜͡☘️:ೃ ⡞⠳⣄⣀ 🍏᭄ᭂ

[yu2ki]

여름 💭 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

[idolsgeneration]

[mafiya]

   EYES   STUDY   @phantomrot CAREFULLY,    SHARP   FEATURES   PULLED   TIGHT   IN   THE   FIRELIT   TRENCH.    mishka   knows   all   too   well   what   lies   under   flesh,   convincingly   human,   capable   of   doing   the   unexpected.   his   squadmates’   stares   nail   him   to   his   place   on   his   side   as   canines   bite   through   stale   borodino   bread   [   which   is   then   unceremoniously   washed   down   with   water    ━━━    greedily,   wetting   his   beard   &   the   dirt   beneath   his   elbows   ]. 

" if you control what people believe, you control the world. "

   〝    pure   democracy.    〞  the   flatness   of   mishka’s   voice   is   as   if   the   life   has   been   drained   out   of   him,   his   skin   crawling   akin   to   maggots   feasting   on   his   visceral   unease;   nearly   unfolding   like   a   nightmare,   though   the   mental   scene   is   interrupted   by   the   rather   unappealing   food   spilling   crumbs   from   his   mouth   with   each   breath.

   〝    you   would   be   better   in   office   instead   of   playing   soldier.    〞

[smileygoth]

7. Art Imitates Life (Inspired by a Book, Month of Darkness 2024)

I had fun with this one. IWTV is my current hyperfocus (no surprise there), The Vampire Lestat has been one of my favourite books since I first read the trilogy at around 14 years old, and I got to write a bit of my OC's relationship with her ghoul, which is always fun. Poor guy puts up with so much of Christina's bullshit.

CW: Bad language, nudity (not explicit), very mild spoilers for Interview With the Vampire.

Image found on Pinterest.

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‘Christina, what the fuck are you doing?’

Christina looked up from the book she was engrossed in to see her ghoul, Martyn, standing in the open bathroom doorway. She smiled and stretched out her legs so her feet lifted out of the bubbly bathwater. ‘Isn’t it obvious?’ She glanced around at the candles littered around the room, illuminating it in their soft light, the phone on the counter softly playing rock music, the glistening bubbles coating the surface of the water, the glass of red wine in her left hand and the book in her right. ‘I’m having some Me Time.’

‘Yeah, but….’ He trailed off and gestured to her hands. ‘What are you reading?’

‘A book? I know they fell out of fashion with you youngsters, but some of us still read them.’

Martyn – by appearances a man in his early forties, and in fact a man much older than that – snorted. ‘Ha ha. But … ‘Interview With the Vampire’?’

Christina glanced at the book, then back at him, and shrugged. ‘It’s a classic.’

‘Yeah, but why are you – an actual vampire – reading about fictional ones?’

‘Is there some rule against it that I’m not aware of?’ Christina asked archly. ‘I’ve told you before. Fictional vampires help the real vampires keep themselves hidden in plain sight. Keep the fiction popular and anyone who spots your fangs or your red eyes will assume you’re a cosplayer or an obsessed fan. It pays to keep up to date with this stuff.’ She waved the book. ‘I like this one. It’s a clever conceit, that the vampire is telling the story. Tell the world about us, but frame it like fiction. Even if this was true, and Louis really is out there somewhere, no one would ever believe it.’

‘Except all the vampires who try to kill him and Lestat in the next couple of books,’ Martyn replied. ‘Yes, I’ve read them. I do read.’

‘I’ve never seen you,’ Christina teased. ‘You’re too fond of your television set.’

Martyn winced. ‘No one calls them that any more, Chris…’

She giggled. ‘I know. But you look so mortified. It’s funny. Anyway, are you done peeking in at me while I’m bathing or would you like to look some more?’ She lifted one leg, arching it seductively. The water and bubbles slid down her skin, liquid fire in the candlelight.

Martyn immediately averted his gaze. ‘It’s hardly peeking if you leave the door wide open,’ he grumbled. ‘And why are you drinking wine? You know you’re going to have to puke it up later. Who are you performing for?’

Christina lowered her leg back into the water. ‘Myself,’ she replied, and took a big sip of the wine. It didn’t really taste of anything to her, but it smelled rich and tart.

Martyn sighed and shook his head. ‘Fair enough. I’m sure you’ve explained that one to me too.’

‘I have,’ Christina grumbled. ‘Your brain is like Swiss cheese. ‘If I weren’t feeding you my blood I’d think you were killing off your brain cells with all the beer you drink.’

‘At least I can still get drunk without having to drain the biggest lush in the bar,’ Martyn retorted, and ducked. Christina threw her book at him. It struck the doorframe and landed on the floor. Grinning, he picked it up and straightened out the pages that had bent.

‘Terrible way to treat a book,’ he scolded lightly, looking over the cover. ‘Have you seen the new tv show? I think you’d like it.’

‘Why? Is it scary?’

‘A little. But it’s really pretty, really captures the feel of the books, and it’s very sexy.’

Christina smiled. ‘Sexy vampires? My favourite. Throw me a towel and go cook up some popcorn.’

Martyn looked at her, surprised. ‘Really? You’re not out tonight?’

‘Nope,’ she said, putting her wine glass down on the side of the bath and stood up. As the bubbles slid down her naked body, Martyn’s face turned pink and he quickly averted his eyes again, bending over to grab a towel from the floor. ‘Tonight I’m all yours.’

Martyn cast her a dirty look and threw her the towel.

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[poetamour]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄⠀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎⠀𝖾́𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗈⠀𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋.

[urfavoritewriter]

Going In, Whether You Want It or Not

Content: Oral Vore, Burping, Male Pred, Reader Prey.

William lounged on his couch, completely naked, his slightly muscular physique adorned with a subtle layer of belly chub. A sly grin played on his lips as he casually ran his hand over his stomach. His fingers trailed sensually, emphasizing the softness of the flesh, and he reveled in the weight of it under his touch.

"So, you see, this is where it all happens," he chuckled, his eyes locking onto the viewer. "You might think you have a say in the matter, but in the end, you end up right here, whether you like it or not."

William's gaze intensified, his fingers now tracing a teasing path over the slight contours of his belly. "You ready?" he emphasized, "Because this belly," he emphasized, giving it another affectionate pat, "has a way of hugging real tight. Every curve, claiming you completely. You might just find yourself getting cozy in here."

As he spoke, his hand pressed a little harder against his belly, fingers sinking into the plushness. "No escape, my guy. Once you're in here, it's a one-way ticket, and trust me, you won't be complaining. In fact, you might even enjoy it."

William stood up, his slightly muscular frame towering over you. He flexed just a bit, the contours of his physique accentuating the teasing power dynamic. "Now, don't be shy. I know you can't resist," he taunted, his voice taking on a deeper, more authoritative tone.

He leaned in, and as he did, he let out a burp in such close proximity you could smell it. His belly emitted a low, guttural groan, almost as if it was an eager participant in the impending game. "You hear that?" William asked, leaning closer. "That means it's time."

[naughtyservant]

CW: Bones / S/kull

Philip is a voracious predator that won't doubt shove a cute boy down his throat and crunch him to feed his powerful muscles >:3

Maybe you already realized it, but this low angle is a HUGE turn on and I love to draw it sdkljgjklgsd

Philip belongs to @izznts. Thanks you sooooooooo very much for your support with this pic my friend! <3

*There is also an extra belly rub hands version on Twitter in the case you want to take a look ;3

Don't forget like, reblog and follow me for more sexy preds OwO)~

[hs-artist]

Cleaning out some WIPs while trying new things!

[zealousartisaneggsshepherd]

Blue's Snack Trial of Big Wave Beach at Alola region

At the Alola region, on the beach in this morning Kiawe still training his muscles like pecs,biceps and six pack abs for the income challenger,for who want to test his trail.

And,Kiawe see every person who challenged him,and ended being his meal after they failed his trial,but today is different because Kiawe heard that there's a new guy from

Kanto region that he interested with. And that both Kanto trainer guys named Blue and Red,he and Red just want to have a vacation on Alola region,after they both find a house to lived on Alola island,but today, he lost with Red at this moring,so Blue decided to explored the area of the island,and he find Kiawe that he trained himself for the next challenger to come.

And,Blue is one of challenger,that Kiawe interested with,and want to see him in personal,and he think Blue must be a strong trainer,if he battles with him,and Blue win,he finally will be someone's food like Blue for real. And then,Kiawe call out to Blue to meet him at his Wela Volcano Park to battle.

In Afternoon at Wela Volcano Park, Blue and Kiawe are there to battle,and Kiawe start his trail with Blue by sending out Alolan Marowak first,and Blue sends out Gyarados to battle with Alolan Marowak. At first,Alolan Marowak use Bonemerang to attack Gyarados,but Blue tell Gyarados to dodge Alolan Marowak 's attack,and he tell Gyarados to use Hydro Pump at Alolan Marowak, with that attack move,Alolan Marowak looked so confused after get hit by a Hydro Pump. And Blue tell Gyarados to finished Alolan Marowak by using Hyper Beam,and Alolan Marowak got hit by the blast of Hyper Beam, and he got defeated.

And Kiawe sit down with his shking kneel of his defeated,but he accepted his defeated,and he asked Blue that" Well,do you want to eat me now, at this place,or at your place?" And Blue replied Kiawe with" No,I think I want to eat you but first you must released your pokemon back to the wild, and then followed me to a place where I'm going to." After 4 hours later,Kiawe just finished releasing his pokemon back to the wild,before following Blue to the Big wave Beach to swimming in the sea,where Blue thought Red was there.

After both Blue and Kiawe are now at the Big Wave Beach,Blue see a lot of people with bloated same size human-shape belly here,and he asked Kiawe that"Are these people pred,and they have a meal after they eat a their friend?" With Kiawe replied " Yeah, they're finished their meal earlier, and now I'm gonna ended up in your gut,Blue". And Blue tell Kiawe that he wants to eat him at that bathroom,before he goes back outside to enjoy the view of the beach. In the Bathroom at the Big Wave Beach, at some room where both Blue and Kiawe are in,Blue tell Kiawe that"Kiawe,I think it's time for me to eat you,and you must take off your pants and necklace because I want to keep your pants and necklace as my trophies for our memories." And Kiawe replied with" Okay,I will take off my pants and necklace for you,Blue. And I hope I tasted god for you,I want to be eaten for long time,and the guy who's going to eat me,must be you,Blue."

After Blue keep Kiawe's necklace at his pants, but for Kiawe's pants he will put it on the shampoo shelf first,and he tell kiawe to come closer.

" Hey,Kiawe please come closer to me,I want to kiss you first before eat you." And Blue kissed Kiawe's lip with hard kiss,before he stopped kissing him,and opened his mouth wide to gulp Kiawe's head." Ahh,your mouth looked so wider than I thought. But alright,gulp me down into your gut,Blue. I'm yours." Then,Blue gulp Kiawe's head into his mouth."Ahhhhhh, I can feel his head inside my mouth, but now I must continue to eat this delicious meal like Kiawe." After Blue gulp more of Kiawe's down his throat, and feel Kiawe's head down his throat now,and feel that Kiawe's head is down at his chest before entering his stomach. And Blue lifted Kiawe's body into the air for him to eating him easily. And after he gulp more of Kiawe's tasty sexy chest, buffed arms,and six packs down his throat,and all entered his stomach now. And now,the only thing left of Kiawe's are his leg,his buffed muscles legs,are left for Blue to gulp them down. After Blue gulp nore of them,and near Kiawe's feet, and licked them before he gulped them down,and Kiawe's feet makes Blue's throat looked so bulge of something big inside his throat before his throat turn small after he slow gulp Kiawe's down. And Blue looks down at his own bloated same size human-shape bulge gut of his meal such as Kiawe. He immediately replied with" Ohhhh,Kiawe you really taysed delicious in my opinion. I'm so glad that I have you as my meal. Burrrppp, uum,sorry." Before Blue get up from the bathroom floor woth Kiawe's oants in his hands,and he decided to go outside to find Red,but before Blue rubbed his bloated gut for his enjoyment. And then,Blue see a lot of people at Big Wave Beach here, and a lot of them have a bloated gut like Blue,and Blue asked one of them that where his friend Red was, before Blue see Red at Beach's motel,and he runs with his bloated gut,to go through the crowd to meet his friend Red. After Blue meet Red at last with his bloated same size human-shape gut,Red looked at him with surprised face like"Oh, Blue my friend you really have a meal in your gut there."And Blue replied"Thanks,Red but I took so much time today to find you,because you left me at the motel." After Blue replied Red with that sentence, Red apologizes to Blue,that he wil never leave him behind again,before they both enjoyed the view of the Big Wave Beach at this evening.

And hours later,at the motel where both Blue and Red lived,Red tell Blue that he will going outside for a minute,and in the shower room Blue takes a bath for the day that he had a sweat on his body all day. After he finished his bath, and he mopped himself with a motel towel, after Blue wiped the towel around hisvwaist,and looked the mirror in the room.

Blue see that,he looks so buffed because his biceps look the same as Red had, and he had six pack as the same as well but now he had a bloated same size human-shape gut.

And Blue comes out off the bathroom, and he saw that Red did not come back, and he doesn't worry about Red that much because Red canvtake care of himself. And Blue decided to go to the sleeping room,where the clothes closet is,and he bring out his black-red trunks underwear,and unbuttoned white shirt to wear as his night pajamas.

And at the midnight,he see Red coming back to him,with bloated gut of his,but Blue had a lot of questions that where Red was earlier,and he must asked Red before he's going to take a bath. Blue asked Red that where he was this whole time,and Red replied him with"I'm just to had a meal loke you,Blue. So,I decided to battle some of neighbours around the motel here before coming back to you." And Blue replied back with" Okay,but if you disappeared again, I'm sure that I will eat you next time,Red." And Red didn't look scare or anything but laughed at Blue's word before he's going to the bathroom.

And for Blue, he decided not to sleep on the bed for now,but he decided to check the Pokédex of his, meanwhile he checked his Pokédex,Blue tell Kiawe to squirming, and Blue enjoyed Kiawe's movement in hisbgut so much. And hours later, Red is now in the sleeping room and sleeping on the bed,so Blue decided to sleep on the couch or sofa. He put his pillow down, and decided to close his eyes before Blue closed his eyes,he rubbed his bloated gut first,and close his eyes and fall sleep.

And in Blue's mind,he think what's gonna happened tomorrow,where he had a meal or he didn't like he got eaten by some trainer,but he knows he will had a lot of meal tomorrow,and excited about it.

In the morning on this new day,Blue wake up himself from the couch, and looked down at his bloated same size human-shape gut, he knows that he doesn't want to digested Kiawe,after he rubbed his bloated same size human-shape gut,and then,he get up from the couch and go the kitchen,to get some drink like cocoa for this today's thirst warm morning.

[juno-infernal]

Glen Martin Taylor, “but i am safe in here.”

[mafiya]

" one wrong move, and i'll put a hole through you. ”

  〝    TEMPER,   TEMPER.    〞    mishka,   such   a   splendid   &   expensive   -   looking   beast,   peers   down   the   barrel   of   @finalslay's pulse   rifle.   sleek   black   wear   bends   along   the   length   of   protruding   spine   as   he   redirects   the   gun’s   muzzle   aside   with   his   hand,   [   already   having   suffered   its   shoulderstock   to   his   nose,   an   incarnadine   smear   upon   his   cupid’s   bow,   ]    unemotional   &   composed   as   an   abandoned   chrysalis   despite   the   brewing   danger.    after   being   trapped   inside   his   dirty   cage   of   skin   his   sternum   finally   manages   to   sink   beneath   the   weight   of   a   heavy   breath.   serpent   -   like,   mishka   slips   from   reach   of   touch   by   hands,   and   seats   himself   on   the   sharp   edge   of   his   desk,   aged   features   remaining   quietly   pensive.   shoved   into   one   of   the   drawers   long   ago   still   lies   a   heavy   hunting   knife   the   crimelord   used   on   musk   deer,   up   in   the   siberian   mountains   a   prior   twenty   years   when   he   was   far   past   tasting   the   war   &   survival.

  〝    you   must   start   crushing   the   heads   of   bigger   snakes,   morrison    …       〞

[soracities]

"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]