#also i need to state that this puts the soft in soft vore

[tummypjotime]

Intro

(This is essentially a sort of backstory, all snippets will practically take place within the same vore au unless stated otherwise)

Something Percy had learned since he was introduced to the Greek pantheon was the concept of tummy time. It had other names too, but that’s how Percy would refer to it in his head most of the time, since it was the term used the first time it was explained to him. It didn’t have the same meaning as when mortals talked about tummy time, when a baby is placed on their stomach so they’ll lift their head and thus train their neck muscles. When gods and demigods talked about tummy time, they meant a practice of a godly parent or older sibling putting you down for a nap or soothing you or just spending quality time with you by placing you in their tummy, as in their literal stomach, that apparently doubled as the pouch of a koala or a kangaroo, except this pouch is usually accessed through the mouth. The gods could also sort of, magic you inside. If anyone had ever put their kid in their tummy through the… other… opening, Percy hadn’t asked, because he didn’t want to know.

The first time Percy had tummy time was after a particularly terrible nightmare. He’d woken up in his cabin cold sweating and heart pounding. His father had turned up after a few seconds and picked him up in his arms. It might have seemed pathetic for a thirteen year old to still need to be cradled and soothed by a parent after a nightmare, but mind you, Percy had been through situations a tad more terrifying than most thirteen year olds and could care less about being embarrassed over an adult having to comfort him.

Poseidon had rocked him back and forth slowly while whispering soft reassurances that he was here, that Percy was safe. He’d felt small in his dad’s arms, though with how dark it was in the cabin, he couldn’t tell for sure how small. The gods would sometimes shrink you down to swallow easier. They’d also grow larger themselves sometimes, but that was a bit impractical when you’re indoors. Percy had calmed down somewhat and was half asleep when he felt his dad change his grip on him. He was lifted up and vaguely noted some warm silky material lightly squeezing his feet. It pulled him downward into a soft tube, his father’s hands keeping him steady. He felt a warm breeze against his face before another squeezing sucked him further down the tube, its warm walls enveloping his legs just above his knees. Because of his pjs, he could only fully feel the silky surface around his feet, though. The process repeated two or three times until the hands let go of him and he slipped fully down the tube. The walls rhythmically constricted around him as he was pulled further downwards. Percy found the feeling odd, but it was oddly comforting, like a full body hug.

He was dropped into a sort of velvety sack. It was soft and plushy and when he opened one eye a little, he saw a soft blue glow lining out the folds of the walls and worked kind of like a nightlight. It was cozy in there. It felt like he’d been wrapped up in a weighted blanket and it was mostly quiet aside from a steady ‘ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump’. A weight pressed against him through the walls cradling him and he heard his dad’s voice vibrating around him.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe within me. I’ll keep you safe.”

Percy fell asleep quickly afterward, free of any nightmares.

It didn’t fully register in his mind until the next day that; ‘Wait a minute, did my dad actually eat me?’ Because he hadn’t been fully awake, he wasn’t even sure if it really happened or if he dreamt that part. He mentioned it as a weird dream to Annabeth later, hoping that he sounded somewhat indifferent about it.

“Hm, I miss tummy time,” Annabeth mused, apparently Percy hadn’t properly implied it to have been a dream. “My mother seems to think I’m too old for that now.”

“Do… all gods swallow their kids?” Percy asked, perplexed.

Annabeth looked at him a little surprised.

“Well, yes. As far as I know they do. Everyone here has had tummy time in their godly parent’s stomach at least once. Or, well, at least the claimed ones have.”

Once he learned what it was, he also noticed that the topic was rather freely talked about. If one demigod was absent from an activity, the others would assume he or she was having tummy time. Someone would talk about a nightmare and add that they could go back to sleep after some belly cradling. You would look for one of your friends and their half siblings would tell you their godly parent was holding them right now. Different cabins had tummy time at different frequencies, which seemed to be from different parenting styles by the gods. The demigods in cabins 6 and 9 usually had only ever had tummy time once or twice while the demigods in cabin 7 seemed to have tummy time up to twice a week.

If you knew what to look for, you could sometimes spot a god at camp cradling their kid in their stomach. They’d sit in the shadow of a tree, or stand leaning against the wall of their cabin. Some would have a visible bump on their stomach while others would only give away what they were doing through the way they’d rub their abdomen with a fond look on their face.

It was odd, Percy wouldn’t deny it, and it was also a very vulnerable position to be in. But he found himself liking it. There was nowhere else where Percy felt as safe and comfortable enough to be so vulnerable as he did tucked away within his dad’s bioluminescent light, the muscles encapsulating him softly rocking him back and forth, soothing him for whatever has him worried, stressed or scared. Poseidon’s heartbeat was sometimes accompanied by his voice, telling Percy about the diverse ecosystems of the oceans, from the shallow sea of Azov, to the deep mariana trench, or, when Percy had woken up from nightmares, soft lullabies from the ancient times in Mycenaean Greek. At those moments, Percy could actually feel at ease.

If you have any feedback to give, please do! This is my first ever attempt at writing vore, and while it is first and foremost for self indulgence, I always seek to improve my writing skills

[benjaminthewolf]

It’s Time To Have A Serious Conversation.

Two days ago I officially became an adult in the eyes of federal U.S. law. But the party is now over, and we need to have this conversation. Some of my longtime followers may have noticed that unlike many of the people I associate with in this community, I’ve never put an NSFW DNI rule upon this blog. I never had a problem with them interacting and I even wrote trade stories for an old client who I knew liked it as a kink before they were exposed on separate matters. There were two main reasons for this.

1 I simply never felt uncomfortable by people enjoying vore in an NSFW manner interacting with my content. I put out content for people to enjoy, why should I be trying to dictate how they should enjoy it? Shouldn’t they be able to enjoy my content how they want, weather I intended it to be SWF, NSFW or what have you? 

2 Over time as I became more comfortable on this blog I became accustomed to catering to both sides of the community in order to broaden my audience and this worked because as I stated above, I never felt uncomfortable by it. This was the same philosophy behind why I was okay writing trade stories for someone who enjoyed it as a kink. I’ve put myself out as s fulfiller of vore story related wishes, so as long as I’m not uncomfortable with it being for someone on the NSFW side of the community, what’s the issue? Well, everything has finally caught up to me mentally now, and its tearing me to shreds. 

In running a blog that caters to both the SFW and NSFW sides of the community, I have put the SFW community, which has a lot of minors in it, in prime position to be hurt, even if I’ve never intended for anything like that to happen. I’ve muddied the waters between the two instead of setting boundaries between the two for my own benefit, gaining a larger audience, and this fact is utterly destroying me right now. With both SFW and NSFW vore on this blog, with no clear delineation between the two, isn’t that just prime opportunity for a minor to read a SFW one, and then click on an NSFW one without knowing because I never told them? In what world is that not just wrong?

This is especially difficult to talk about considering the fact that this means that for the majority of my time in vore tumblr, I, a minor, was essentially within an NSFW space. Since I was indeed a minor, wouldn’t that make any interaction with the NSFW vore community just utterly gross and wrong for me to do? So what if I was okay with writing a vore story for someone who liked it as a kink? I was a minor who couldn’t consent in the eyes of the law, and wouldn’t that include something such as that? 

But it gets even worse. Because the fact of the matter is...I like vore both in a SFW way and an NFSW way. And the delineation between the two in my mind is also very muddy, to the point where sometimes I don’t exactly know where one ends and the other begins. It’s like they’re two ends of a spectrum, and its the middle area of this that gets very dangerous.

That being said, there is one egregious example I’d like to cover of me going too far in the NSFW direction that makes me very disgusted of my 16 year old self. Because despite the fact I was 16, I inserted myself into a self-indulgent vore fanfiction in order to become the prey of a pred I have a soft spot for. I know with one hundred percent certainty that I wrote that story with kinky intentions because I outrighgt used the word “vorniness” a lot in that story. Some of you may know which story I am talking about. So despite the fact that I was a minor legally incapable of consent, I still wrote a story about me in a sexual scenario, and posted it on the internet. I do not see any way one could possibly justify this. Any of this. Everything I’ve brought up was entirely my fault and just entirely wrong. Disgusting. Horrendous. And it is ripping be apart by my veins.

But...now that I’m basically legally allowed to admit to all of this...what do I do now? Now that I’ve admitted to all this retched shit I’ve done entirely on my own accord, what’s the next step? This is where I’m going to leave this post for right now. Thank you all for your love and support of me and my work over the years. I truly cannot express how much it means to me. Thank you.

-Benjamin

[thegiantworld]

Kane's Element - Chapter 5

(WARNING for soft vore, vore mentions, rough handling, spitting up, etc)

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Kane groaned, annoyed as sunlight crept into his den, waking the giant Naga up from deep sleep. The storm was visably over from his view. He yawned and sat up slowly, running a hand through his long black and dark grey hair. But he paused and perked up as he felt Aliyah shift and snuggle back into her surroundings. Smiling a little, he put a hand over where she was and sighed contently.

Even though his instincts were against it, he had to keep his promise. Kane forced himself to focus on her body, before he gently managed to spit her out into his hand. Surprisngly, Aliyah stayed asleep even during this action, her whining a little in her sleep as the morning air hit her soaked clothes.

Kane seemed to notice and gently put her down on the furs before shrunking himself back down to his true form. Yes, he was still almost 3 feet taller, but at least he didn't have to be as careful with her in this state. But he still was gentle in his actions, pulling a longer piece from the fur pile and put it over her to keep the teen warm.

Looking down at her, he couldn't help but think. It felt nice that she trusted him with her at the very end... It also was obvious that last night was the first time she's slept good in awhile. He could tell how exhausted she really was, even if she had so much energy projected earlier.

An hour later, Aliyah slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times as the den surroundings focused into view. She was confused for a second at this but then remembered what Kane had promised last night. He must've let her out when he woke up. But sitting up and looking around, her giant acquaintance was no where to be found.

Aliyah yawned once again, stretching out her back as she stood up slowly. She felt refreshed surprisingly. Like she hadn't slept that good in years.

Looking around though, she was quickly snapped out of it by hearing shuffling coming towards her from the den enterance behind her, causing her to quickly turn around.

"Finally, you're awake." Kane smiled so slightly that it would have gone unnoticed if Aliyah had not been paying attention. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked up at the tall being.

"Y-Yeah.. Sorry for sleeping so long." She apologized as the teenager took the 2 oranges he handed her. He shook his head and started sorting the fruit that had gotten the other night with the fruit he just came back with.

"Don't apologize. You needed all the rest you could get." Kane told her, looking back down at her once he finished sorting. He saw her sitting on the other side of the den, carefully tearing the peel from one of her oranges. She seemed too lost in thought to even notice he had been looking at her.

"Something on your mind?" Kane asked, sounding slightly curious and on the other hand, slightly caring. While he spoke, Aliyah watched him lay down on his stomach, sighing in relief as his body made contact with the cold stone floor.

"I just wanted to say thank you for last night... For helping me, I mean. I honestly haven't slept that good in a long time.." She quietly admitted, taking a small bite of her now peeled orange. Kane heard and sat up, shifting to sit beside her before ruffling her hair a bit.

"Don't mention it, snack." He chuckled and smirked mostly to himself. Aliyah had gotten used to his little jokes and his nicknames. Now knowing he didn't truely have harmful intentions against her put her more at ease with these subjects.

Kane sighed and looked outside the den, thinking before standing up once again.

"I'm going to try to find something for me to eat, okay? Stay here." He told her, looking down at Aliyah who nodded.

"I will." She replied, watching as the Naga left once again, leaving her with herself in his cave.

Another hour passed before Aliyah awoke to Kane returning him now at his giant size from before. He seemed upset.

"What's wrong..?" She sat up and asked. He growled and angerly slammed a fist in the cave wall, causing the den to shake a little.

"Stupid hunters!" He snapped but Aliyah didn't take it personally. She was beginning to see the partner of his emotions affecting his size. But before she could say anything else, Kane scooped her up quickly, growling before dropping her in his mouth and in one quick motion, he tilted his head back and swallowed. She yelped in the quick process and tried to struggle but to no avail.

"K-Kane!" She whimpered, once again arriving at the small space she found herself last night. He sighed and sat against the den wall, crossing his arms and looking outside once again. He noticed the sun setting but quickly looked away, growling in annoyance of everything.

"I hate humans.." He mumbled but from her being tucked away, Aliyah heard every word. She paused at this and looked down. Whatever happened must've really sat him off... Frowning, she put a hand on the wall in front of her, looking up.

"But I'm a human.. And I don't think you hate me?" She questioned quietly, feeling him tense a little before relaxing again. Kane froze before groaning at what he said, face palming a little while putting a hand on where he felt her.

"Oh.. No, Aliyah, you're an exception. I just... Frustrating to say the least." He admitted, running a hand through his long hair.

"I'm sorry you're in there.. I guess I just needed comfort food." He rolled his eyes in a slightly joking tone, smiling slightly as he heard her giggle a bit. Suddenly, he felt her rub where her hand was and this caused him to purr rather loudly, relaxing his muscles even more than before.

"It's okay, Kane. I honestly don't mind. Can.. I ask what happened..?" Aliyah hesitantly spoke up, not sure if this would make him upset or not. He thought before sighing, looking back outside the cave.

"People from your little village.. They're looking for you apparently. Which I probably should've seen coming sooner or later. But they assume I killed you... So they're really just after me right now." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck out of the stress of this situation. She paused and thought to herself. They were looking for her? She honestly didn't know whether to be glad or upset.

She was clearly upset because they still only saw her friend as a monster from the stories... But it was nice to hear that they cared about her enough to come searching. Not like she wanted to go back and leave Kane behind though.

"Do.. You want to go back?" Kane asked a bit quietly, just a bit scared of what her answer would be. But very quickly, Aliyah answered, already knowing her answer.

"No! I-I want to stay here! I mean.. I can still visit but if they don't understand you, then they don't understand me." She stood her ground, which caused Kane to smile more, but then he focused and gently spat her up into his hand.

She looked confused for a second but didn't mind as soon as Aliyah saw him curling up around himself on his usual pile of furs, her being held close to his chest in the very middle.

"You still confuse me, little girl." He chuckled before yawning, nuzzling into her slightly, closing his eyes. Aliyah giggled at this but tiredness washed over her as well, closing her eyes too. She could tell he just wanted comfort over anything else. She knew he had a soft side even if he didn't show it very often...

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Chapter 1:

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[jkknight98]

My Coven🧙‍♀️✨

Welcome to my cozy cottage, are you tired? Would you like to rest, drink some tea and read a story perhaps, for I have plenty to offer for your interest. I could also whip up a new story for those with curious ideas in their minds, twist the fates for new situations to occur, or whisper the words to transport yourself into the story. I am but a humble witch ready to assist though who come my way.

Now my friends, what can I do for you?

Remember to drink water and eat something before you leave. Oh but be aware of which bottle you drink from, not everyone wants to see things on the small side.

Owner of The Dastardly Potion *TM*

What I will write for:

-DSMP Characters (pure fictionalized versions with no relation to their irl selves)

Soft vore themes/ implications

Angst/ fearplay/ trauma

Other Characters should I know them, but this is unlikely (dig back enough and you might find old ego stories)

What I will not write for:

Nsfw related asks : although I am an adult, this blog is purely for SFW subjects. The furthest I will go is hinting at the potential, but nothing more. 

Animal related asks (I.e random animal eating tiny character *insert*) it’s just something I’m not comfortable doing.

Update:

Due to a potentially dangerous situation I must make it clear that while I am ok with minors viewing my stories on this blog, I need to state some boundaries for my personal safety.

Do not ask to Rp with me, while I did in the past I will no longer even if the subject is safe for work.

Do not follow me on my after hours blog, l know that some people view hard vore as nsfw so I’m going ahead and asking now to not follow unless you are of age.

Keep interactions appropriate, I am happy to talk about my au’s and having requests sent in, I will not respond to any subject that shouldn’t be discussed.

I grew up when the internet was still shiny & new and was once a minor in places I shouldn’t …I really need any minor to understand that it can be a scary place. You need to protect yourselves and understand that some places are just not for you and there won’t be adult to keep the place safe, and others will try to take advantage of you. Please stay safe out there.

Due to some of the issues with Dream at the current moment, I will be marking any stories of mine that have him in them with a *. I do not agree with any of the choices that he is making plus the risk of the allegations being true, I will no longer be writing stories with him in it. I will not delete my stories as I worked hard on them, but do not assume I am defending anything by them still being visible.

I will also be putting a % on stories with Wilbur, I do not support or agree with his actions but my stories are fruits of my effort and I will not be removing them due to the disgusting behavior he has displayed

*I am no longer taking requests at this time and will probably move away from the DSMP/ MC community. I am going to move on to different fandoms/my own stories*

Dark content section

Jkknight After hours: stories for more of a darker taste.

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/jkknight-after-hours/693974129823596544?source=share

My Stories

DC Universe

Bite-sized Bats 1

The opening to my newest universe

Dsmp Stories

Friends in the Walls

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Meeting the Neighbors, A good day

Time Out

Tommy learns his lesson (not really)

Favor Cashed

Technoblade to the rescue 

Cocktail Garnish

A nice Rum & Reader

Protection?%

Protector or Owner?

Prison within the Vault*

Prison visits never go well

G/T Prompt challenge%

This is why we don’t eat sand

Headcannon for Dsmp*

Is what it is

Red Consolation

First time writing for Eret, feeling stressed.

Gift for Altobug83 in MCYT GT Exchange

Beware, for there be unaliving here

The house always wins*%

Card game ends in loss

Fear less, Forget, and Forgive

Will this ease the angst I caused (for now)

Never Leave Me*

XD stealing a George (and Minty I blame you for the rick roll reference) 

3rd times not the charm, neither is the 5th*%

Tommy should have been true to his scaley self, would have eased some heartache 

Block out the sound

Tommy and Tubbo need to block out the alarms, Ranboo is happy to provide

Glattly Apparitions

Who would want to see their nightmare after waking up, why you of course

Cell upgrade*

Dream really should have been specific on what he wanted, but Sam was happy to comply in his own way.

Friendly bet

T-reader just wanted to cheer up their friend, and they do..just not how they expected

Thawing Icy Wounds

First step towards reconciliation maybe? Its up to a old piglin and a damaged boy

Unintended Deal%

Wilbur is not having a fun for once, but Slime is enjoying themselves

Is this really a Upgrade?*

Dream is getting a little too comfortable being eaten by Sam, so the warden decides to fix that.

Feast at MCC

Cyan coyote and Red Rabbit Reader, can’t make a better predator & prey matchup

My Awesomdude Headcannons

Sam is more monster (mob) in this, beware those who prefer softness, you won’t find it here 

Rain Fall

You can’t leave Ranboo out in the rain, can you?? Time for a potion friends.

Beating the house pt 1*%

Dream, Tommy, Wilbur, & Quackity... Oh my

How a knight writes

Pretty much how I put my weird ideas to a screen

Didn’t you know the cake was a Lie

Readers should’t steal sweets, or else Niki could make you into one

MCYT G/T Summer Gift Exchange “Vacation” for Aperson03 %

Museums aren’t that boring now, are they?

Exile in flesh*

A small gift for a talented artist, at poor Tommy's expense

Tidal waves* %

Mer Tommy gets a better family than human Dream

Wilbur’s Pov*%

How Wilbur feels when his brother turns out to be a Naga

Scaled Sanctuary*

Naga Dadnoblade adopts a wild Tommy

Coastal Waves*%

Found family? nah it's found pod here!

Shared Au with Plant: Familial Forest %

He always wanted a big brother and got a big family instead.

Chapter 1 ,  Chapter 2 (made by Plant), Chapter 3

History made (FF au side story)*

Dream steals a witch instead of a princess

Submitted stories (written by lovely other people)

Tommy’s sweet tooth by Potion Anon

Anon list

-Potion Anon

-Sock Anon

- :) Anon

The self proclaimed *Children:

Thatoneteadrinker666 (Minty Marshmellow)

Justaweirdogremlin (Duckling)

The self proclaimed *Sibling:

Razor-dragon

*edited to prevent future misconceptions

[yummyinmytwistedtummy]

Can you write a story of Leona Kingscholar x Ruggie Bucchi safe vore/ Same size vore? Plus can you have it where getting swallowed is Ruggie's kink?

Ngl this one was really short but that’s because I got side tracked with another story but also felt like I should post this one. I’m tired and pulled into mild fluff area at the end of the story but I think I managed to leave it in a space that’s pretty satisfying and open for the readers imagination. And who knows maybe someday I’ll write another story based around this one (like a sequel type thing) But right now I’m exhausted and need to finish stuff up for my other blog too so I hope ya’ll enjoy despite the lack of actual voring in there. (I’m so sorry my brain just feels tired)

   The day that Ruggie met Leona Kingscholar he had a feeling the rude royal would have a significant impact on his immediate future. All it took was for the hyena to ‘bump’ into the lion and get caught attempting to snatch his wallet. He was a simple first year who was raised in the slums and had no interest or experience with royalty. The bump and grab worked almost any time on anyone since most people worth pickpocketing were snotty riches that didn’t have the time or need to care about a few extra dollars gone missing. Apparently however the second prince of Afterglow Savannah was smarter than the average victims of Ruggies sticky fingers.

   When the hyena turned to slip the wallet into his own pocket a hand grabbed his wrist. He found himself face to face with a very pissed off lion who bared his fangs and growled loudly in the thief's face. Ruggie who was well trained for these types of situations kept the mischievous smile on his face and snickered as a way to keep up the act. Leona however saw right through it and held up his almost stolen wallet. Ruggie’s expression faltered. 

   “Thought you could get away with snatching some rando’s wallet huh? Never thought that you’d be pickpocketing from the prince of the savannah and dorm leader of your new home did ya?” The hyena’s eyes widened. He really hadn’t expected that, it caught him off guard and he attempted to take a step back, but the lion held tight on his wrist. “You know what? As an apology for trying to steal from me you’re required to be my servant for the first term of school. I needed a new one this year anyway so you’ll do nicely.” Ruggie’s jaw dropped. Servant! He wasn’t gonna be anyone’s servant. And he said so too. The prince only chuckled though, “you’ll do it or I’ll eat you!” he growled lowly, his piercing green gaze never leaving the hyena’s face. 

   Ruggie sucked in a breath and willed a blush off his face as his eyes zeroed in on the sharp fangs on display that no doubt were the gates to a slimy cavern beyond filled with soft pink flesh and a tongue ready to slaver over whatever its owner puts in his mouth. The thief was caught in his own thoughts and despite being able to push his blush back his eyes lingered for far too long on Leona’s mouth. The lion raised an eyebrow before darting his tongue out to lick his bottom lip. He watched the hyena man shiver and decided to try one more thing. 

   Being lazy and tired nearly all the time came with it’s perks, the ability to yawn on command was one of them. He stretched his jaws wide and kept careful watch on how the lower year would react. Ruggie was tempted to get closer for a better view when the lion man’s fang filled maw opened and gave a clear view of the image he had been trying to kick from his mind a moment ago. The longish tongue pushed forward in a very cat like manner and strands of saliva snapped when they got too thin. He suddenly had a very clear image of himself sliding to the back of that throat and pushed into the dark beyond. 

   The hyena’s pupils dilated with excitement and he looked at the ground for a few seconds before retreating back to the freshman section of savanaclaw members to try and get a hold of himself. A hum vibrated through Leona as he registered what had just happened. He decided to store that information for later when he was bored. After all, every cat needs its toy.

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   This information proved to be useful after all since Leona and his Hyena boyfriend were now in their current relationship and in an understanding of each other's kinks. Leona took pleasure in being especially dominant and predator-like towards his sub. Ruggie has a vore kink where all he wishes is to be swallowed whole and alive. When discussing their kinks the hyena had blushed the whole time and stammered through each sentence. It was unusual for the normally mischievous 2nd year and Leona had to admit it wasn’t a bad look for him. 

   They took that particular kink slow at first and simply tested the waters, but eventually the time to actually act on it came. Which is how Ruggie ended up sitting inside his boyfriend's stomach, petting the walls with deep content. The lion prince purred deeply at the treatment he was getting and hugged his swollen belly possessively as he was lulled into a tired state. Hic-uuuarrp. “Ugh…” He looked down and smiled knowing that his ‘snack’ couldn’t see him. They were definitely a good match for each other. Leona gets to act all like a king and receives a good inner bully massage and Ruggie gets to enjoy himself in a way he never thought possible. The lion chuckled. Oh how many fun adventures they could have with this. He couldn’t wait.

[zipegs]

i’ve been toying around with the idea of posting a fic rec list for a while, and finally decided that if i do, it might be nice to focus on newer and/or underrated fics in the fandom! some of my absolute favorites are on this list, and i highly suggest checking them out (and leaving the lovely authors some comments and kudos!)

this got pretty long, but it’s organized alphabetically by ship name (including gen) and then by length inside each ship!

blanky/little

Trysails by saltstreets  /  2k, t

“I know I can’t do much,” Blanky said, “but you can always talk to me. If you’re so inclined.”

A (very late!) offering for Tender Tuesday, "a friend in need".

okay!!!!!! okay!!!!! hear me out on this one!! this fic is wonderful. i’m a sucker for fics dealing with edward’s suffering during the worst of crozier’s captaincy, and this one is so good. blanky is so wonderful in this; i feel like his tender, kind side frequently gets overlooked in favor of his bigger, bolder attributes, and this fic truly delivers on everything i’ve been missing! it’s really gentle and sweet and i urge you to give it a read!!!!

bridglar

in the low lamplight by stelleri  /  338, g

It’s endless freezing rain outside, but the house is comfortably warm.

short and sweet! a really lovely little slice-of-life modern au

state of grace by aes3plex  /  860, m

He doesn’t mean to see it. He never does.

bridglar may be the most featured pairing, but this is told from irving’s pov and also contains irving/little and references to hickey/gibson. really sad, conflicted little peek into irving’s mind (and some nice, soft bridglar as well!)

passer iagoensis by greenery  /  3k, g

Night falls on the Beagle and Henry Peglar has just finished reading his very first novel.

Set in 1832.

this piece is so good!! it has some really beautiful (sad) foreshadowing of the franklin expedition, and is just... so soft, with some wonderful romantic tension!! and it’s funny! darwin and fitzroy are wonderful in this, and i’m always here for fic that deals with peglar learning to read (which this does!!!).

cracroft/crozier

the beggar’s opera by pyotr  /  990, e

for all of his usual anger and surliness it was almost fun to fluster francis, to rile him where he could not retaliate. sophia had spent all her life under the thumb of some man or another; she loved francis in part because she always had the upper hand.

sophia is my queen and that’s all i’ll say about that. seriously though, this piece is just... *chef’s kiss*

fitzconte

A Cheetah Never Changes His Spots by onstraysod  /  1.2k, m

Being the particular friend of James Fitzjames has its drawbacks, as Henry Le Vesconte learns during the expedition's first carnivale. But it also has its advantages, as Henry learns once the carnivale is over.

Written for Day 1 (A Special Disguise) of the 12 Days of Carnivale.

on beechey island, fitzjames reveals clio’s cheetah to the men. or... something like it! this piece is really a blast; fitzjames is in rare form, francis is glaring form the sidelines, and le vesconte is an absolute champ. and the ending is wonderfully witty and racy!

fitzier

wake me up, wake me up my darling by norvegiae  /  1.4k, g  /  mcd

James Fitzjames feels like a new man.

The old James Fitzjames lies on the cot in front of him, cradled by the man he wishes he could have had more time with.

set during 1.09, this fic is a really poignant, heartwrenching piece in which james comes to terms with the reality of his death, and of his life, as he watches francis grieve. very sad, and wonderfully written!

what the stars give us by WetSammyWinchester  /  1.7k, t  /  implied death

"They may know space, James, but you know what it means to truly fly."

70s scifi (space program!!!) au. really great translation of the terror; the mood in this is so good!!! and the little flashbacks are fantastic. it’s pretty sad, but it hurts in a good way.

fitzrossier

Take Your Turn, Take A Ride by courfairyac  /  7.5k, e

Francis agrees to accompany his friend to a masquerade, and stumbles onto something quite unexpected.

In short: Festivities! Voyeurism! James in a dress!

listen... fitzrossier is my new weakness, and this is a really fun, hot, canon-universe (pre-expedition) au.

gen

salvation by scribomania  /  250, t

The Concordia brings them survival, but not salvation.

featuring hodgson and little, and jopson. for a survival au, this little piece hurts!!! it’s so short, but it packs a punch. really, really good.

but no one remembers yet by disastermovie  / 885, t

“From the mutilated state of many of the corpses and the contents of the kettles, it is evident that our wretched countrymen had been driven to the last resource—cannibalism—as a means of prolonging existence.”

—excerpt from Dr. John Rae’s report on the fate of the Franklin Expedition to the Secretary of the Admiralty (written from Repulse Bay on July 29, 1854)

sad little epilogue concerning sophia and lady jane dealing with their grief

the weary world rejoices by disastermovie  /  1.3k, t

Fitzjames goes to his first Christmas party after the survivors are rescued. It doesn't go well.

this!!!! fic!!! i can’t even do it justice, it’s just so good. the slow build of james’s panic, the caroling and gaiety as a backdrop... it’s just so painful in the best way. i’m incoherent; pls just read it,

la belle dame sans merci by drowninglovers  /  1.7k, g

Nobody is quite sure who the first one to start making her clothing is, but one day she scampers over the shoulders of the ABs as they line up for lunch wearing a tiny shirt to match her pants. It’s nothing special, no fancy detail, navy blue like most everything else they wear. Whoever made it must have cared a great deal, to make sure it fit her perfectly.

this is incredibly fun!!! just some good, wholesome fic about boys dressing up their favorite lady. 10000/10 would recommend.

Come Here, Fellow Servant by whipstitch  /  1.9k, t

The sea is dangerous, but so too is the open sky. And in that case, Cornelius determines, a friend is an unexpected boon.

okay, i made a rule that i wasn’t going to include wips on this rec list,  but i had to put this guy on here. it could be read as a stand-alone, actually, which is what i used to convince myself to include it. peglar realizes that hickey has no fucking idea what he’s doing, and tries to help him, kind, caring sweetheart that he is. this is a really, really nice little piece—i love everything about it.

lie alone by greenery  /  2k, g

He turns the page. And maybe this is it. Maybe writing a letter to young Tom Hartnell is reason enough to leave the berth.

really nice oneshot featuring two good boys (hodgson & hartnell) and their wholesome status as pen pals

the crooked kind by darrenjolras  /  2.3k, m  /  non-consensual voyeurism

“You and I, Jopson,” Hickey says, and Jopson startles at those words alone, turns an affronted gaze his way. Hickey bathes in the glacial blue of it. Like being thrown overboard. “You and I aren’t so different, you know.”

Based on that Hickey/Jopson scene. You know the one.

the terror bingo fill: court martial

not totally gen, but also not really hickey/jopson? twisted, but very much in character; hickey is his delightful self in this, and his verbal sparring with jopson is very well done and quite fun to read!

gibson/hickey

Touch Her Not Scornfully by skazka  /  2k, e

Stolen moments down below.

this fic is just... really fucking good!!! it’s a fantastic look at the very early days of gibson & hickey’s relationship, and an intriguing little venture into billy’s head.

goodsir/mcdonald

And That is How it Starts by Intrepid_Inkweaver  /  1.2k, g

It starts with a handshake and a warm smile at their introduction at Greenhithe.

a really sweet, lovely canon-divergent piece. written in 2nd person pov. these two are just such a good, wholesome pairing and this fic really does them justice!!

hartving

let loss reveal it by disastermovie  /  1.6k, t  /  mcd

Tom could never quite see himself taking a wife.

this shit fucking hurts!!!!!!! it’s a beautiful glimpse at irving & hartnell’s relationship, told through hartnell’s introspection, and is written really, really well. also did i mention that it fucking hurts???

Lookout Blues by ClockworkCourier  /  2.1k, g

John and Tom Hartnell talk about the future while they wait on a new shipment.

hello??? 1920s au??????? the world-building is so tangible in this, even in such a relatively short piece. it’s a really lovely little conversation between the brothers, and i absolutely loved their little discussion of irving.

we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet by drowninglovers  /  6.3k, g

If this is to be the last time they interact (and it likely will), Tom wants it to be memorable.

survival au survival au!! tartnell runs into irving at john’s grave, and convinces him to stay with his family until new year’s. it’s kind of bittersweet, with some really great flashbacks (and discussions of said scenes!), and oh man is it soft!! just! really beautiful and tender, and the ending is just so cute!!!!!

hodgson/hickey

the chaos moves by itself by bluebacchus  /  1.3k, e  /  violence, mcd

Hodgson's mind cracks and the heavens flow in.

(Written for Day 7 of Halloween TerrorFest: A disquieting metamorphosis and posted separately because I don't want to taint my main post with borderline vore)

fair warning... this fic is fucked up, but in the best possible way! the religious imagery!!!! the philosophy!!!! just!! god.

hodgson/little

Allegro, B Flat Major by whalersandsailors  /  5.3k, g

George is freshly moved from his childhood home, ready to tackle the school year and his newfound independence all at once.

Too bad he's lonely, miserable, and homesick.

He turns to music when adulthood becomes unbearable, and when someone knocks at his door and leaves an anonymous note, George discovers another music lover not too far away.

have i mentioned i love george hodgson? because i love george hodgson. this fic is a beautiful modern au featuring our own georgie playing his way through his feelings (literally). the buildup to the reveal of george’s secret admirer is wonderful, and had me rooting for them from the start! really sweet, stunning fic for a pairing i’d never considered before!

joplittle

get out of the wind by Cicadaemon  /  1.6k, e

Edward Little is smitten with a certain bartender.

modern au. really lovely, wholesome, and happy; just what these boys deserve!

The Thylacine by Gigi_Sinclair  / 1.7k, t 

"Thylacines. That's what Sophia called them, all those years ago in Van Diemen's Land. Dogs with tiger stripes, cats with pouches. They stretch their jaws at him, as Francis struggles to sit. The movement makes his head spin. He pushes the discomfort aside. He has no time to entertain it; he must escape."

also features cracroft/crozier. this is a really clever, funny piece set during francis’s withdrawal; poor francis is a bit muddled in the throes of his fever, and gets caught up in a memory from van diemen’s land. i absolutely loved little and jopson’s reactions in this, and especially jopson and crozier’s conversation the next morning.

Prelude in D Major by scribomania  /  2.7k, t

Hodgson is very fond of the musical apparatus in Terror's great cabin; Edward is not.

For the Terror Bingo square "denial".

i’m a big big lover of terror lieutenant nonsense, and this fic absolutely delivers! just absolutely delightful.

When the Lights Go On Again by Gigi_Sinclair  /  4.1k, t

"Edward Little's ancestors were Naval officers, almost to a man. Nevertheless, from a young age, Edward's eyes turned to the sky rather than the sea.

He longed to fly, as high and as frequently as possible. In the Royal Air Force, he got his wish. He was happy there, thriving, rising in the ranks apace and doing what he always wanted to do. Then came the first of September, 1939."

wwii au. edward is a squadron leader in the royal air force, and jopson is a corporal working for group captain crozier. i’m weak for wwi and wwii aus to begin with, and this one is done beautifully. while it doesn’t hand-wave the trauma and heartbreak of war, it doesn’t hit you over the head with it either, and the result is a really soft, bittersweet, hopeful piece.

lozer

a lily for my love by whalersandsailors  /  3.7k, m

Solomon never thought that soul-signs were real, and the stories he heard about them made soulmates sound more like a prison sentence than any fairy tale romance. It is not until he finds a soul-sign on the skin of a very dear friend that he realizes their importance, as well as their undoing.

this piece is!!! beautiful!!! very poignant, and really had me feeling for solomon. i love what’s been done with the soulmark conceit—it’s not just a simple “we have soulmarks, we’re soulmates!!!’ au (which i’ll admit to enjoying too), but a really thoughtful take on the trope. the slow way tozer puzzles everything out is wonderful, and i love the glimpses we get into several of his friendships & relationships. 

morfin/weekes

to help you remember by whalersandsailors  /  1.2k, g

An anniversary, during which Weekes presents Morfin with a gift, and Morfin struggles to remember why.

do you ever just get clotheslined by a pairing you’d never even considered before? because that’s what this fic did to me

[secret-vore-lair]

Sciamachy

Fervent provides his unique assistance to Mina. Features fighting, fearplay, and soft vore.

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Mina rolled out of the way, narrowly avoiding a line of shadowy spears that sank into the earth around her, one after another, forming a forest of narrow, obsidian spires. Dashing between them, Mina nocked two arrows from the quiver on her hip and drew a bead on the umbral being who attacked her. She stilled her breath and let them fly, both striking the hulking shadow true. There was a roar that shook her to the bone, and her assailant . . . dissipated. He seemed to split down the middle, his already uncertain form dissolving in halves like two great buckets of dark water poured out from on high to spread along the forest floor.

She knew it wasn’t over. She tried to take her focus off her pounding heart. Her wary eyes darted quickly from tree to tree as she did the same under the light of the full moon. Her opponent was silent, and he was canny. She would need to stay on alert, dodge his strikes, and wait for the perfect moment to strike, if it ever came.

She got the sense he was toying with her.

Putting her back to bark, Mina lay another arrow over her bow. The forest was not quiet. At least, not any more than it was on an average night. The world had not stilled in the way it does when there is something mighty hunting nearby. That was even scarier. It drove home the truth, that she alone was the one being hunted, and the natural world around her simply did not care.

She almost wasn’t fast enough to get out of the way as the ivory talons slashed down, threatening to snatch her up. She tucked and rolled as they came at her, cursing herself for becoming distracted. She pulled the bowstring to her cheek and loosed the arrow. It lodged in the overlapping scales of the hand, though not deeply, and gave the limb pause as she got her feet under her again and took off at a sprint—

“Hunf!” She gasped, colliding with something solid. Fervent’s flesh, if you could call it that, had a varying level of firmness. Even at its most condensed, it still had a fair bit of give to it, so Mina running into his tail at speed wasn’t likely to leave her with any lasting bruises. Still, it was enough to lay her out. While Fervent waited for the hand he’d used to chase her toward him to finish making its way back to his wrist, he used his remaining claw to flick the human’s bow away from her reaching fingers dismissively. With a mocking laugh, he scooped up her body, closing his talons around her struggling form.

Mina watched him, his luminous, vacant green eyes absorbing the details of her face as she grit her teeth and tried to kick out at him, reach for her knife, do anything. But he had her far too restrained to manage any of that now. “We’ve certainly had our fun now, haven’t we?” He crooned, drawing his forked tongue over the uneven sharp edges of his beak. “I’d ask if you’ve gotten it all out of your system, but I sincerely hope you haven’t.”

“Let. me. GO.” Mina seethed. She fought to master her defiance, to keep it coming from a place of fear. To ignore her training and prevent discipline from defeating the terror that wanted to flow, icy and pure and raw, through her veins. It wasn’t easy, but it was necessary.

“There is only one way to go, now. I am as certain as time, little hunter. Sure as the sun will set and the night will fall, you will succumb.” He opened his jaws, and within them Mina saw a shimmering black tunnel with deeper darkness pooling in its recesses, the shadowy drool filled with swirling points of silver light like stars. He released his grip on her, and into the hungering cosmic abyss she fell.

She screamed then, as his beak closed above her, sealing her in that disorienting swirl of stars and emptiness and tight, pressing flesh. And then another light joined the sparse silver. It was crimson, pulsing and strong like a frenzied heartbeat, a vapor trail of wispy radiance that looked like blood in the water as Mina fell, as Mina was swallowed, alive and whole and with the great beast’s gullet squeezing tight around the shape of her body, and that scream of hers was fading as soon as it began, fading as the strength and will behind it left her along with that bright streamer of light, replaced with a kind of . . . numbness. A void left by the fear as it was pulled from her.

The glow was much fainter as she splashed into Fervent’s belly, and Mina had stopped struggling. The crimson wisp flickered and pulsed like a candle flame, her body the wick at its center. Fervent sighed and relaxed, his voice echoing softly all around her in the soft chamber, the pool of starry sky that came up to her elbows and to her hips as she sat hunched forward, exhausted and propping herself up on her hands.

“Are you alright, Mina? I do hope I didn’t overdue it. You provided me with . . . quite a feast, just now.” The nightmare spirit lay a claw upon his belly, softening as he released a small puff of red light from his beak in a satiated exhalation.

“No, no, you’re good,” the archer breathed. “I was trying to give you as much as possible. I guess it must have been a lot. I can hardly move. Oh, my arrows, they didn’t . . . hurt you, did they? I know you said not to hold back, but. . .” She trailed off, remembering sinking the point of an arrow into his palm.

“I don’t possess the anatomy that you do, Mina. Worry not, cutting into my substance can’t cause me any harm.” Fervent rubbed at his stomach sympathetically. “I really do appreciate this, and I am sorry I did not warn you. You only have so much energy within you, though it can take on different forms. Therefore, I cannot truly create fear in you, merely shift the balance.”

“Right, right, I’ve heard of spirits that feed on rage and sorrow as well. You just make me feel more of one thing, then you eat that. Since I was feeling mostly fear, there isn’t much energy left in me anymore. That’s why I feel so . . . sleepy.” She leaned to the side, sliding down against one wall, eyes struggling to stay open, to follow the mesmerizing pattern of spinning stars as the last of the red light of fear faded away.

“Indeed. There are also those who feed on joy and hope, though they are hardly more kind.” He curled his great body up on the forest floor, looping his long, feathered tail around the base of a nearby tree. “You should rest, Mina. Regain some of your strength. I will keep you safe. And next time we train, perhaps you don’t have to lean into your fear so much. I . . . feel bad, leaving you in such a state.”

Mina shook her head, even though that visual was lost on the one who had eaten her. “No, I’m always going to give it my all. That’s just who I am. Besides, you deserve a big meal every now and again. I have to keep you in top fighting form so it’ll actually mean something when I take you down.” She playfully nudged him with her elbow. His stomach groaned faintly in reply.

He chuckled. It was an amusing idea. What a determined little human she was, choosing someone with every advantage over her to be her sparring partner. It was inspiring. Further, it had proven an effective strategy. She really had been getting better. He was more than happy to continue fighting her, too, especially now that she was letting him feed on her afterward. He opened his beak to tell her that he’d seen some improvement between this time and the last, but stopped himself when he detected the sound of muffled snoring from within his midsection. He smiled. It could wait until morning.

[lacystar]

Canonicups - A Taste of Heaven, Ch. 1

So if you haven’t heard about the whole situation with Gerard voring a Reese’s cup, good. Read this and you’ll find out. Also sorry this is formatted weirdly. Tumblr’s post length sucks. :/

Ships: Canonicups (Gerard Canonico x Reese’s Cup)

Warnings: swearing, not smut but oddly steamy undertones

Word count: 2,045

@hey-hamlet-bmc this is for you Elliot. I hope it’s accurate to your experience.

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Gerard could sense it from a mile away.

He’d been standing backstage. Jennifer Tepper was talking about the show and how successful she thought it would be, and Gerard had been listening very intently.

But then... it just hit him.

Maybe the air conditioning changed direction, directing the irresistible musty peanut scent to his nose.

Or maybe he’d heard the crinkle of the wrapper. That high pitched little squeak. The beg to be let out of the paper prison and into a loving mouth.

Or maybe he’d just sensed it. Just gotten that gut feeling of wanting something so bad it canceled every single one of his other thoughts and made his stomach churn... and rumble.

But however it happened, whether through smell or hearing or feeling, or maybe all three, that single moment, that pang of absolute desire would change Gerard forever.

Jennifer was still talking, but Gerard wasn’t listening anymore.

“I just feel so incredibly honored to be working on it, y’know? Joe has had such a huge impact-“

“We’re going downstairs.”

It wasn’t a question.

Jennifer’s face twisted in confusion, or at least Gerard thought it did. It was hard to tell. Everything was so blurry.

“What?”

He didn’t have time for this. Gerard turned on his heel and began power walking to the stairs. Looking back, he might’ve realized how rude he was being. But he couldn’t care. There was too much at stake to care about anything other than finding it, whatever it was.

The closer he got to the stairs the stronger the feeling became. The dry tightness of his throat. His sandpaper tongue. His heart that felt almost more machine than muscle with its rapid yet steady pulsing.

All of his senses were muted to the world around him, yet dialed to 100 when it came to it.

Whatever this thing was, it was his new air supply. Gerard knew that if he couldn’t get to it, he would die. It sounded ridiculous, but Gerard now associated this emotion, this new adrenaline, as dying.

The closer he got, the more amped it got. The nearer he drew, the desire chocked his heart harder.

It was coming from the bag check.

He knew better than this. He knew better than to just walk around where a group of fans was waiting to see him. But he didn’t care.

He was faintly aware of Jennifer following him. Good. It excited him, the thought of her seeing whatever the hell was about to go down.

One of the bag checkers, a girl, caught his eye and waved to him.

It was coming from her. It wasn’t her, exactly, but it was coming from her.

“Gerard, you look pale,” Jennifer worried, grabbing his shoulder. He shrugged her off.

He beelined for her.

The friendly bag check lady said something. Actually, she’d been talking for a minute now. Yet again, Gerard hadn’t been paying attention.

“Uh, I’m... sorry, I- what? Did you say? What did you say?” God, he couldn’t even talk right.

The lady’s brow furrowed in concern. “I asked if you wanted a Reese’s Cup?”

And all at once the frantic pounding in Gerard’s chest stopped.

It— his soulmate, he now knew— had a name. And it was Reese’s Cup.

Realizing he was gaping like a fish and hadn’t responded, Gerard nodded. He didn’t trust his voice at the moment.

Gerard’s head was pounding now and he felt sick to his stomach. What was happening to him? Was this how Rich felt when he needed Mountain Dew Red, a part of him wondered.

It seemed like a century passed as Bag Check Lady reached into her pocket and closed her fingers around Reese’s Cup’s wrapper. It let out another crinkle, this one of joy and utter relief. Gerard realized that it must be going through the same, lovestruck, near death experience he was going through, and found solace in the fact that he wasn’t alone. Soon it would all be alright.

Bag Check Lady lifted her hand out to him and he lunged. She stumbled back as he tore the candy from her hand.

His eyes finally focused through the blurriness. The orange paper was a beacon in the rest of the world. It was the single tiny barrier separating him from his lover. He loathed and loved it all at once.

A drop of water fell on it.

Wait, no, not water. Spit. Gerard was drooling. Or, less drooling, more foaming at the mouth. He hunched protectively over the treat in his hands, and his whole body convulsed in violent shivers.

He was so hungry that he wanted to throw up.

“Holy shit, Gerard,” Jennifer grabbed him by the shoulders and forcefully turned him to look at her.

Gerard snarled, and let out a noise that sounded like a bark, growl, and yelp conglomerated. His arms snapped to his chest, hands protectively wrapped around Reese’s Cup, who let out a panicked crinkle.

Jennifer’s eyes widened and she let go. “What the fuck Gerard, I- you-“ she shook her head, “I’m getting you help.”

Before he could grab her, Jennifer was running away. Shit, Gerard thought. Now she couldn’t see him reconcile with his lover.

He turned back to Bag Check Lady, but she’d already turned her back to him to continue searching bags.

Gerard carefully unfurled his arms from his chest and looked back down at Reese’s Cup. He took one more second to admire the curly calligraphy that was his lover’s name, and then carefully tore the orange prison cell open, careful not to rip into Reese’s Cup on accident.

He reached into the packaging and carefully felt for the candy, the packaging crinkling in anticipation. His pointer finger brushed it and a jolt of electricity raced down his spine. Gerard gingerly pinched it between said pointer finger and his thumb, and pulled it out.

It was beautiful.

The crimped paper packaging was gorgeous compliment to its dark, coco skin, like an expensive dress. Its flesh seemed so smooth, and he found his finger gliding along it to further prove his point.

“Hi,” he whispered breathlessly.

It didn’t speak, but he smiled nonetheless, tears gathering in his eyes as he felt the love radiating off of it. He’d never felt so wanted.

For a beat, everything was perfect.

His stomach growled violently, and he snapped back into his carnivorous state, all kindness gone.

Gerard began to raise the treat to his mouth, when he remembered Jennifer. He’d wanted her to come along so she could see this moment, but she wasn’t here anymore.

For an unexplainable reason, he just couldn’t do this without anyone watching. He needed someone to witness this moment. Someone had to share this with him so that someday, when someone wrote a biography about him, they could retell this crucial moment in his life.

He needed someone to share the miracle of love with.

His eyes rose and scanned the small crowd of fans waiting to get in. He caught the eyes of a boy who was trying to indiscreetly look at him. They locked eyes.

Perfect.

With his target acquired, he brought the treat up and took a little whiff. The peanut chocolate concoction smelled delectable, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He used both hands and brought it to his mouth.

It felt so intimate to be doing in public, and with someone purposely watching no less, but god it felt right. His brain was pleasantly foggy with desire, and he couldn’t comprehend how odd and somewhat disgusting this whole scenario was. He had just never been more hungry.

As the growling in his stomach reached a cacophony, Gerard thrust his lower lip forward, digging it into the treat. He scooped and inhaled the treat into his mouth, never once breaking eye contact with the boy across the room. He’d never stared at anyone so intensely. It didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered. He bit down.

It was the best thing he’d ever put in his mouth.

Warmth flooded him. The ratio of peanut butter to chocolate was perfect, the mix of hard outer shell and soft inside healing his headache, his queasiness. He stopped shaking and continued to chew. He didn’t want to swallow yet. This was too special.

Despite the fact that he already felt better, the intensity was still there. He continued staring at the boy across the room, whose eyes were as wide as saucers and whose mouth lay agape in confusion. This didn’t register to Gerard at first.

But slowly, as he began to walk towards the stairs leading to the lobby, the events of the last five minutes began to catch up to him. A whirlpool of emotions slowly flooded him, mainly made up of confusion. Because, he thought as he stuffed the wrapper in his pocket, what the actual fuck had just happened?

It was as if he hadn’t been in control of his own body. And he realized, as he walked, that he didn’t really remember what had just occurred.

He could recount it, sure. He could tell someone what had happened. But he couldn’t remember the feelings or the drive.

He stepped up a couple steps when the gravity of the situation fully fell on him. He finally swallowed Reese’s Cup, dread filling his stomach along with the candy.

Did he just... get sexually attracted to a Reese’s Cup? And then... vore it... in front of-

He dared to look back over his shoulder. The boy he’d stared at while doing the deed was still looking at him in incredulous horror.

Oh fuck.

Embarrassment and terror jolted through Gerard. What the fuck. How was he supposed to make this better? Did he go back to the guy and apologize for an occurrence he didn’t even fully understand himself?

He stuttered out and “uh,” to nobody in particular, and then, holding eye contact with the boy for only a second longer, turned and sprinted up the stairs.

Gerard dashed through the lobby, panting. Running was definitely the best way to resolve this situation, he decided.

Jennifer almost collided with him as he skirted backstage.

“Oh Jesus-“ she sighed, grabbing him by the shoulders, “I called Troy to fill in for you. You’re free to go home and... figure yourself out.” She looked him up and down, “Do you need a ride to the doctor or-“

“No!” Gerard shook himself out of his stupor, “I... I’m fine,” he lied, “and Troy doesn’t have to come in. I can do it.” Because really, he had a job to do and no smoking hot candy bar was gonna distract him from that.

She looked doubtful, but Gerard continued to try and persuade her and eventually she agreed to let him do the show.

So he left without another word to her and stumbled to his dressing room. George and Will were in there, unsurprisingly, as they often just hung around in there whenever they felt like it.

Gerard collapsed onto a chair, and took a good minute to stare at himself in the makeup mirror. He almost didn’t recognize the face he saw.

“Wow, not even a hello?” Will joked.

No response.

An awkward heavy silence filled the room. Gerard managed to break eye contact with the monster in the mirror, and dug his palms into his eyes.

Will spoke again, more tentatively “... Are you ok?”

“I don’t know.” George opened his mouth to talk, “don’t ask me about it,” Gerard cut him off. George closed his mouth.

Eventually, Gerard forced himself up out of the chair, stuffing the events of the night into the back of his mind as he got into costume. Will and George continued talking as if all were normal, but they didn’t engage with him. Every now and then, Gerard could feel their questioning stares baring into him.

If Jennifer told anyone else what had happened, they didn’t approach Gerard.

The performance went fine, but Gerard’s heart wasn’t in it.

He didn’t stagedoor. He couldn’t bear the thought of having to see that boy who he’d probably scarred for life when the incident went down.

Besides, he had to get home and rest. He had a lot to think about.

To be continued...

[rosarioshq]

ROSARIO CALLOWAY is a 23 year old STAFF that works as a LIBRARIAN. It has been stated that they are +ARDENT && +HUMBLE but they can also be -POSSESSIVE && -INDULGENT. SHE happens to be into D/S && BONDAGE, but won’t do SCAT && VORE. It just so happens that they look like EIZA GONZALEZ && are HETEROSEXUAL!!

rosario, along with her three adopted siblings, was adopted by a well-off couple since they can't have children of their own. she has no idea about her real parents and though she was curious as to who they may be, she's never gone out of her way to look for them. why would she when she was showered with love and affection all her life? besides, they didn’t want her anyway.

although her parents loved and cared for her, there was this lingering sense of abandonment that she’s felt all her life. being a baby and not being wanted for whatever reason it may be, that’s where her troubles in her teenage years were rooted. other than her siblings, she mostly kept to herself in school. she didn’t really have a lot of friends growing up. 

that was until a new teacher came in during her junior year in high school. the previous homeroom teacher of her junior class retired so they hired a new one to take her place. not only was he gorgeous, but he seemed to also really care about his students. he noticed the young girl’s detachment to the class, how she never seem to participate in graded recitations but always got good grades in written exercises, how she ate alone during lunch with a book for company instead of people and thought that maybe an intervention was needed.

it started with genuine concern over the girl’s behavior, wanting to help her come out of her shell more. but for someone who’s been so detached to other people most of her life, the moment he was able to get past her walls, she began to latch onto him. and one thing led to another until the two started sleeping together. he was her first love, but that’s not what the judge heard in his trial. she was a minor and he seduced her, it’s what they all keep on saying--that she was the victim. they placed all the blame on him even when she screamed and kicked saying that it was not his fault. and what’s worse was that she was only a month away into turning eighteen when they got caught. it was a scandal, especially since her parents have a pristine reputation.

so, when it was finally time for her to go to college, she decided to go as far away as she could from that town. she wanted to start fresh, perhaps in a place where no one knew her. when she got accepted into sunshine university, she took that chance and moved to florida. she started as a creative writing major but switched majors to library science after her first semester. turning a new leaf for college, she became more social and friendly as she tried to put the past behind her. graduating just a year ago and getting her license, she applied for a job here and got in. she’s been working as a librarian in sunshine university for just about a year.

when it comes to her appearance, she may look unapproachable at first because of her sharp features but she’s actually pretty soft unless provoked? she’s very passionate when it comes to her jobs, one which is being a librarian while the other is being an escort. the latter was something she started to do during the last year of her college. she didn’t really need the money, but one of her close friends said she needed a favor--just attend this gala with some rich old man--and it seemed simple enough, so she did. most of her escorting gigs doesn’t really involve the sexual aspect unless she’s known the client for awhile. she just likes going out to social events as such, getting dolled up and looking pretty.

if you want to plot with her, just hmu or give this a like and i’ll come to you? but some wanted connections i have in mind for her are:

best friend: could be best friends since they were college or even just when she started working here. this could either be a student or a staff/professor. but this would probaly be the only person who knows the shit that she has gone through since she would have confided in them.

flirtationship: stealing glances and fleeting touches between the two but they haven’t really hooked up yet? there’s something there, but for whatever reason, one of them is scared to make a real move.

friends with benefits: just sex with no feelings attached. though one could be developing feelings for the other or even both of them, but they’re good friends so they don’t want to ruin that by adding feelings into the mix?

but also ex boyfriends, former professors, friends, roommate/s, enemies, hateships, etc. 

[trixmissive]

Midterm: Preliminary Questions

answered by trixabelle coreneo, submissive of adam beiste

Now that you have entered into a trial claim or full claim, how would you describe your everyday D/s dynamic? (eg. 24/7 TPE, Master/Pet, D/s only in scenes?)

I’d say that our dynamic does reflect a lot of the things usually contained in TPE, as my rules are pretty extensive and require me to ask permission for a variety of day to day activities. I have a lot of rules that require getting permission or approval, though most of these can be followed through a quick text which are almost always granted. Though unlike regular TPE this is partially a reflection of my need to have expectations clearly defined for me due to my OCD and anxiety. Checking in with Adam makes me feel like I’m on the right track, and then he knows where I am should I have need for him to pick me up, or come and get me.

Reflecting on your relationship, are there any rules or expectations that are in place that may need to be updated or changed?

As our trial claim was only approved very recently there’s no current need for the rules to be reviewed, we have very carefully put together the rules so that they shouldn’t need edited until there are any major changes to the way in which we live our life. As stated above a lot of my rules are in place to protect my mental health and to make sure that I know exactly where I stand at all times. Though we have a policy that we will always review rules if a major life change comes into place for example there may be changes if we move to the apartment in town after our claim becomes official then we may need to make changes to factor in my transport to school.

What are the hard limits and soft limits in your relationship and what do those mean to you?

My hard limits include being ignored for long periods of time, being forced to stay messy or get too messy eg with food or mud, and then some more hardcore kinks like scat, vore, and needles. While my soft limits, centre around being messy or things being out of order. The hardcore kinks are simply things that I don’t wish to engage in or that me and Adam feel would be damaging to my mental health. While my soft limits are things that I don’t feel all that comfortable with, I think that a soft limit means that it’s something that I simply don’t think would be very enjoyable to me or I think could aggravate my mental health. 

Are there any hard limits or soft limits that you may be willing to push this week? If so, what are they? If not, is there a new scene or situation that you may be willing to experience this week?

I think that this week I will be pushing my limit surrounding being messy, for some time now Adam has expressed interest in using food during a scene and I have been nervous due to my limits. However I trust Adam completely so we’ve decided to try and push my limit first gently with some drier foods, and then work our way up to something slightly more challenging. We will also be talking everything through before we start and planning how I will be allowed to proceed with the clean up so that we protect my mental health at all times during this experience. 

[owo-vore-time]

So, I have decided to respond to this and add my own two cents and personal rating

1. Sorry Fastfur but you sort of sound like an anime villian here

2. What does the amount of slashes say anyways?

3. Insert meme/reference here

Spo/ngy's a pretty good pred and I may* (*do) have a good bias towards him. He's definitely a big ol' gentle giant pred who'd mostly just be kind of chill when eating you and would definitely eat someone if it meant comforting them in a similar way that he probably wanted to be comforted (I'm not suggesting he'd want to be eaten. But I'm saying he would probably want someone to bring him comfort when he needed it and he never got it, so he would being comfort to others who may need it like he does/did. As you've said in the past, Fastfur, comforting people can be comforting, after all). And he's had different levels of mental/emotional states which could leave to more variety to his vore scenarios. For example, in BFDI when he was more alone and tended to himself, he'd probably stick to mostly inanimate "vore" (if someone could even consider eating inanimate objects vore which I personally don't) and pretending he's eating someone alive, or Rocky. While through mid B/F/B 14 to the end of B/F/B 15 when he's a lot more aggressive, that would most likely carry on to how he'd act as a pred (and given how he didn't really seem to care if he wound up getting people killed, he might even go so far as to digest people or at the very least, nearly digest people), while for B/F/B 16 and onwards, he'd be a normal, chill pred but probably a bit playful (like bouncing his belly slightly when his prey is in it for example).

(also, as a side note, I find it funny that you say "we believe he has a soft side deep down" like he isn't protrayed as a generally nice, and even a bit of a pushover at first, dude)

OVERALL PERSONAL SCORE: 8.9/10. He deserves more vore art

Snow/ball, on the over hand, is more simple vore wise. He's the asshole jerk who would dominate over pathetic prey. But man, he'd play his part well. I can totally see him loving to put prey in their place with one swift gulp, and doing lots of physical interactions like squeezing prey so they'll shut that stupid whining up or slapping his belly to show that prey who's boss. Again, Snow/ball is more simple vore wise, but is just as effective as Spo/ngy. And regarding my silly sn/ow/ta/co ship, I can see him being more playful with her, but in a rough, but not malicious, way. He does lose slight points for not having as much diversity for scenarios as Spo/ngy, but that hardly means much

OVERALL PERSONAL SCORE: 8.7/10. J/N/J please give him more predish moments my little prey heart needs it

You should have known I'd do your vore meme eventually and you knew it was going to be one of these two, so I'm making you pick between them

Spo///ngy

Or

Sn///ow///ba///ll

(the "///" are so these don't accidentally end up in any tags that aren't the vore tags)

-Cj

Three comments before I start.

1. Why those two? Why not someone more interesting? I like to be challenged. Make me think outside the box. I might have been harsh to that anon before, but I like his style.

2. It's nothing personal, but the number of slashes you put in the names really says something about your character.

And 3. Why do I have to choose?

We believe that Spo/ngy has a soft side deep down, but there's no one in the show he would trust enough to show it to, considering how long he's been mistreated. He's a sensitive soul - and honestly, if it weren't for his size, I think he would rather be prey than pred. If you suggest that he's comfortable around B/arf B/ag, he'd probably be on the receiving end of the comfort. If not, he's a loner, and I honestly don't know who he'd eat or why.

He's an interesting character to study, and applicable to a lot of scenarios, but as it stands, he doesn't really fit in any of them.

Final score: 6.2

You already know what I'm going to say about S/nowball. He's domineering and abusive, preying on the weak for fun, blah blah blah. I know you ship him with T/aco, which allows for some softness in the fearplay - but why not look at him from an entirely different perspective, more aloof than aggressive? What if he adopted a devil-may-care attitude to vore - not to the extent that he'd let people push him around - but since he'd probably be used to being a pred, perhaps he'd simply let the prey do what they wanted?

That's not to say he's not a good character taken at face value. All I'm saying is he could go deeper, like S/pongy already has. I may not be a huge fan of his archetype, but I won't let my opinion bias his score.

Final score: 8.3