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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?

What if that person is no longer entirely human?

CONTAINS SOFT VORE

Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore. Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Disregarding other's wants and opinions. Manipulation. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone

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Mike is admittedly upset with his brother and father. 

He only made it to the lab just in time to see the fight end, meaning he didn’t know what led up to Vincent attacking William who then forced him to shut down. What Mike does know is that something was said to make his brother so upset that he got sloppy enough to leave himself vulnerable, followed by his dad taking advantage of it to not only disarm Vincent, but shrink him as well. 

Mike knew the two being completely alone with each other wasn’t going to end well, but never did he expect something like this. 

As soon as Scott finds out, the human is going to have some choice words. But until it’s safe for him to do so, Mike has to ‘straighten everyone out’ in his absence.

Only he doesn’t get the chance. Not when William walks toward him with a look of pride on his face. Puts a hand on Mike’s head to brush his hair back, the other cupping his face to brush away a tear he hadn’t realized was there. 

And suddenly, Mike realizes just how much he missed his dad. 

Vincent is protectively held close as he buries his head into William’s chest without saying a word, feels strong arms immediately wrap around him in an all encompassing hug. With his free hand, he clings to his dad, a silent plea never to be let go. 

He doesn’t regret his initial decision to leave his dad a note saying he’ll be back once he finally got his growth spurt. Doesn’t regret telling Scott and Vincent he didn’t want to be sent home and to travel with them. But no matter how many times Vincent comforted him from nightmares, or Scott scolded him for doing something reckless, they weren’t William. They didn’t know his favorite foods and games without needing to ask. They didn’t know how to comfort him without needing to be told. 

“You’re a lot bigger than I remember.” 

A tearful laugh bursts out of Mike’s chest. “I’m still shorter than you.” 

“You still have a few years to grow,” William murmurs. Rests his head on Mike’s as he takes a deep breath. “I’m glad you’re finally home, Hunter.” 

“Me too, Dad.” 

As the arms slowly unwind from him, Mike almost asks they hug for just a little longer. But his dad doesn’t push him away, only holds him at arm’s length to take him in. “How were your travels?” 

“They were incredible,” Mike begins, growing excited as William watches him attentively, clearly wanting him to continue. “We went all over the universe, and I got to meet every species you’ve studied!” 

“Every species?” William asks, a look of skepticism on his face as he leans away slightly. Something he always did when he knew that Mike’s ‘accidental’ fall into something they were cooking was done on purpose. “Even a Taric?” 

“Twice,” the younger proclaims. “Though you forgot to write down about how they can hibernate at will even if it isn’t cold enough for it, and their extra limbs used for climbing grow longer every year, not every other.” 

“Well I apologize,” his dad smiles. “I will make that correction. Anything else I may have missed?” 

Mike’s eyes light up. Because those were the words he always wanted to hear. The ones where his dad asked him for information rather than always having the answer. “I also learned so much about Earth! I even have pictures, so I can show you what the flora and fauna look like! But I’m an expert on baseball and Hanna-Barbera cartoons.” 

William looks genuinely impressed by the proclamation. “You wouldn’t mind sharing your notes with me, would you?” 

“No sir!” Mike exclaims, bouncing on the balls of his feet with joy, wanting to do nothing more than to run to the ship to grab the book with everything he’s written down about Earth and humans. One that’s a near exact replica of Scott’s, except the human’s book is filled with information concerning Colossus and Colossians. “I can show them right now!” 

William gives a wide smile as he takes his hands off Mike’s shoulders, holding a palm out expectingly. “Why don’t you grab your notes and I will meet you in the operating room so we can discuss your findings while I take care of Vincent?” 

Right, how could he have completely forgotten about-! 

Mike’s thoughts screech to a halt, freezing only a moment before carefully sliding Vincent into the waiting hand. Looks down to see his brother still completely immobilized yet conscious sitting inside his grasp. Replays the scene of watching his father disarm the human turned Colossian before forcibly shrinking him. 

Vincent looks so small inside Mike’s hand. Just like the first time he was shrunk while the younger grew. The only difference is this time he isn’t fully unconscious, but he’s as vulnerable as if he was, once again needing Mike to keep him safe. 

Mike looks back up at his dad, meeting the icy blue eyes he inherited, wanting to trust the taller. Because the three of them are family. 

...one who has a send a bounty hunter because Vincent hates William with a burning passion and wouldn’t heed any message stating they need to come home. Who shrinks Vincent instead of capping his strength at a certain level so they can discuss why the operation needs to be done by William himself. 

Mike remembers when his dad stayed awake for days on end because an operation had failed and Vincent was barely holding on. Of the countless times they cooked together, and the two giants took turns keeping the youngest from jumping into the food. Had always thought that’s what family did. 

Until he saw how comforting Scott was when Vincent needed a repair, talking to him the entire time without a single order to be still and silent, always checking if there was any pain and stopping if there was. When the three of them cooked while the same size, there was always teasing and laughter when they inevitably wore more food than they ate, the exact opposite of restrained shoulder jumps and suppressed smiles. And the ship was never silent. 

Mike doesn’t know if his dad sees Vincent as a son, but even if they are family, the latter is the version he wants. Which means even if William doing the operation is for the best, no one will be putting a single finger on his brother. 

“I’d be happy to share my notes,” Mike murmurs as his fingers curl protectively around Vincent, pulling his brother close and away from William’s outstretched hand. “But I will be doing the operation.” 

His dad’s expression morphs into one of patience. The one that means he’s about to explain that Mike is too young to understand something. “Hunter, this is a rather complicated operation. As confident as you are in your abilities, this far surpasses any repair, including one for his core.” 

“And I will listen to the instructions word for word as you give them. But Vincent made it clear he never wants you to operate on him ever again.” 

“His imminent death bares a far greater importance than his comfort,” William murmurs. 

“It’s not just comfort, Dad,” Mike argues, all but begging for William to listen. Something he’s never had to do when he talks to Scott and Vincent. “He told me how you took him from Earth. Said you forced him to become a Colossian even though he never wanted to be one. You forcibly shrunk him instead of explaining what the operation is and why it’d be best for you to do it.” 

The taller softly sighs. “You aren’t old enough to understand, Hunter.” 

Mike can’t help a glare. “I’m old enough to understand why he doesn’t trust you.” 

William’s eyes harden. “Trust has no place here.” 

“Then why the hell would any of us have any reason to stay after the operation?” 

His dad goes still, searching his face carefully. “You won’t stay?” 

“No,” Mike snaps. “Not if you’re just going to treat Vincent like an object and say I’m just a kid. If we can’t trust you, then we’ll leave right now and find a solution on our own.” 

Because if his dad is going to be adamant on being the one to conduct the operation, then they’ll just refuse help completely. They have enough serums to last for a year, and they’ve already made a lot of progress on research with what little information was provided to the bounty hunter. This just made things a lot easier, and Mike had missed his dad. But if William isn’t going to be trustworthy, then they’ll figure it out themselves. 

“Hunter-” William begins in exasperation. 

“It’s Mike, Dad,” he quietly interrupts, expecting his words to be spoken over. 

His dad doesn’t continue speaking, though, instead meeting Mike’s gaze with a careful look. “It’s slightly different from before.” 

“Mikey’s a nickname for the shortened version of Michael,” he explains softly. “I go by Mike.” 

Whenever Scott isn’t upset and therefore uses his full name. And anytime Vincent introduces him to someone because the nickname is his alone to use. 

“Mike,” William slowly repeats. Waits for a nod to say he spoke the human name correctly. “I want to ensure he lives another ten years without having to worry about complications.” 

“If that is all you want, then you will let me do the operation while you instruct me step by step,” he counters. 

To be honest, he doesn’t know what’s more important to his dad, either having full control over Vincent and possibly making it impossible for him to grow until William gives a certain command, or keeping his son in his life and not burning this bridge forever. Because no matter how many bounty hunters are hired, no matter how many promises are made, they will never come back to this ship if he is adamant that trust doesn’t matter. 

William thinks for a long moment, his face not betraying any emotion and his eyes staying locked on Mike. 

After several minutes, his waiting hand is carefully pulled away despite remaining empty. “You feel confident in your abilities with utilizing a modified medbay?” 

Mike nods once. “Yes, sir.” 

“Then I will guide you through the operation.” 

William wordlessly returns the hug as Mike sighs in relief. “Thanks, Dad.” 

“Anything for you,” is spoken like a promise he can trust. 

Glancing down at Vincent’s prone form protected despite being held between two massive beings, he remembers there isn’t a timer for when his brother will reboot and needs a certain command needed to move by himself again. Even though Mike does know the proper sequence and how to input it, he’s not comfortable with his strength just yet. If he doesn’t dare pinch delicate limbs between his thumb and first finger, then he’s not going to try and make a precise tap on Vincent’s minuscule neck. 

Mike tilts his head up to meet a questioning look. “Can you reset Vincent?" 

William breaks the hug, motioning for the minuscule form to be held out. And despite the possibility this it just to get an opportunity to snatch Vincent away, Mike holds his hand out with his fingers curled protectively. 

He almost misses the quick but careful reach forward to tap the specific sequence. Then the hand’s retreating as Vincent springs to life with a gasp, the scrambling form pulled close for reassurance. 

“You’re a sick son of a bitch,” are the first words his brother growls with a glare up at William, a shaking arm clinging to one of Mike’s fingers. 

His dad’s brow furrows. “I take it the unregistered word is slang.” 

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Vincent snaps. 

Mike takes a step back to give his brother space, gently nudging the trembling form for attention. Even though amber eyes immediately lock onto him, they flicker over to the tower form within reaching distance and back again, clearly afraid of the person who made it so a reset was necessary. 

“Do you want Dad giving me verbal instructions, or do you want us to go through the notes and use those instead?” he asks. Because even though Mike approves of the idea, the only person’s opinion who matters is Vincent’s. 

William doesn’t seem to agree as he speaks over whatever answer was about to be given. “As extensive as my notes may be, there may be unseen complications that require a knowledgeable party to be an active participant.” 

“And we will take that into account,” Mike replies as he carefully rubs Vincent’s arm with his thumb, the tiny figure seething. “But if he doesn’t want you there, then you won’t be.” 

“Mike, I have been exceedingly patient-” 

“Patient about what?” Vincent interrupts as he stands up, his fists clenched. “Pretending that you’ll keep your end of the bargain until I’m on the table and then deciding it’d be best you perform the operation?” 

“Vincent,” William says evenly. “This discussion does not require your input.” 

Mike’s jaw clenches in a silent declaration he will not be saying another word. Will not participate in talking directly over someone while they stand directly between them. 

“It’s going to have it,” Vincent snarls. “You can’t just shut me down and do whatever the fuck you want anymore. If I don’t want you giving instructions on how to permanently limit my strength, or make it so there’s a verbal command to make me shrink without us even knowing that’s what you’re doing, then you. Won’t. Do it.” 

William looks at Mike. Finally looks down at Vincent without tilting his head. “These are quite the demands you’re making. To utilize my notes and equipment while limiting my access. I assume you would be leaving without so much as a goodbye.” 

“You owe me. Not to mention you hired a bounty hunter to bring me here. Don’t sulk because things didn’t go your way and I’m finally talking back by asking to be treated like a human being.” 

When Mike still doesn’t say anything as he’s given another glance, William slowly tilts his head down to properly address Vincent. 

“Then we will sit down to properly discuss this.” 

There’s a long moment of silence as Vincent stares the giant down. “All four of us.” 

Mike’s hand automatically reaches up to gently rub his chest just above his heart at the reminder that while Scott has been in the dark about everything that’s happened, the human wasn’t left alone. Not to wonder through the ship and potentially stumble upon something horrific. Or to have him locked inside their ship until William gave a command considering it had originated from this docking station. Or stand on their shoulder or hand only to get snatched away once his presence was noticed. 

As much as it pains Mike to say it, he doesn’t know if his dad wouldn’t have left Scott alone if the human said he didn’t want to be grabbed. Glad the man agreed that, as much as he hates being stored, it was the best option to make sure he was safe. 

After a moment of a fluttering sensation, Mike feels a distinct but gentle push back at his fingers to confirm Scott’s alright. Though he can perfectly imagine the disgusted face. Wants more than anything to see it. Feels his throat close at the thought of letting the tiny form out of his storage without the reassurance he won’t immediately be snatched away. 

William follows the movement with this eyes as understanding appears. “Your human companion may join in the discussion.” 

“He was going to join no matter what you said,” Vincent growls. “What I need is the promise you won’t touch him. Won’t be left in the same room alone with him. And if he asks you a question, you will answer.” 

His dad’s expression boarders on irritated. But one look at Mike’s steely glare about Scott not being respected, and William nods. “I will provide the same respect I am given.” 

“You are such an asshole.” 

“Can we meet you in the kitchen?” Mike asks, interrupting his dad’s question. “We just need five minutes.” 

A hand is placed on his head to brush his hair back. “If you need anything, let me know.” 

A hopeful smile spreads across Mike’s face as William then walks toward the kitchen without another word. Vincent doesn’t shout anything after the tall giant either, slumping against curled fingers as they walk in the opposite direction to the bathroom. And even though they haven’t been on this ship in three years, and this is the first time Mike’s been a giant navigating through it, they both know the familiar layout. And the moment the door closes, they slump in relief when it registers the offered palm as a resident and therefore has permission to lock it. 

“Holy shit,” Mike breathes, closing his eyes as he takes a deep, long breath. When he opens them, he scowls down at his brother, earning a raised eyebrow. “Why the fuck did you attack him!” 

Vincent bristles. “He threatened Scotty! What the hell did you except me to do!” 

“Not immediately attack him!” the younger exclaims as he sets his hand down on the counter. “You’re the one always hounding me not to let my emotions control my actions!” 

“I’ll admit I made a stupid choice,” his brother begins as he steps off Mike’s hand. Turns to gesture toward the locked door. “But I fucking hate your father.” 

“And that’s why I said to wait for me,” Mike says with a careful poke. 

“And I should’ve listened,” Vincent murmurs as he bats away the finger. “...thanks for rescuing me, Mikey.” 

The giant grins. “Now you owe me twice.” 

“Like I haven’t saved your ass numerous times.” 

“From problems you caused!” 

“We agreed Sara was completely on you!” 

Mike opens his mouth to retaliate, only to hesitate when he feels Scott give a questioning shove. Instead of continuing the argument, he narrows his eyes at Vincent. “This isn’t over.” 

There’s no attempt at getting another point in as Mike closes his eyes, knowing what he’s about to attempt. Though this is only the second time he’s ever stored someone, it only takes a moment of concentration until the small form curled into a ball suddenly appears in his mouth. One that flails and yells as fingers appear to gently grab it. 

Scott breathes heavily as Mike carefully cups his hands around the human. He only looks over the form drenched in saliva as their surroundings are taken in, not even nudging the shaking limbs to give as much space as possible. Then hazel eyes stare directly up at him. “I prefer you eating me over Vince.” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly,” Vincent says, pointedly ignoring Mike’s shit eating grin at being deemed as the preferred person when it comes to storing. That means it’s now 5-3 with the younger in the lead. “Could you repeat that for me, Scotty?” 

“I’m not being suffocated for a solid minute when he swallows me,” Scott scowls. Despite the favoritism, Vincent helps the shorter off Mike’s hands once he sets them on the counter and leads him toward a small circular platform as saliva is flicked away with a look of disgust. “And even though I can’t see anything, I think I prefer it that way.” 

“Sorry, Vincent,” Mike smirks. “Looks like you lose this round.” 

“You’re meant to swallow people,” Vincent grouses as he shoves Scott onto the circle. “It’s hardly fair.” 

Scott’s words are lost as the platform activates, the human gasping as a sharp gust of wind rushes over him before disappearing within seconds, leaving him standing there in shock and completely dry. 

“What the hell was that.” 

Vincent hums. “You’re all dried off.” 

“I can see that!”

“It’s a feature only large Colossian ships have but are everywhere on Colossus,” Mike grins as he kneels down, enjoying Scott’s reaction as much as Vincent is as he smirks shamelessly. “It’s the quickest way to dry someone after they were stored.” 

The human’s quiet for a moment, frustration and amazement morphing into wariness. “So does William know we’re here?” 

“Oh he knows alright,” Vincent murmurs as he shoves his hands in his pockets, unable to keep the hardness out of his voice. “He’s actually waiting for us in the other room.” 

“We’re going to talk about how we want to do the operation,” Mike adds when there’s no further elaboration. “We didn’t want you to be left out.” 

Scott looks between them for a moment. “Should I be concerned about why Vince is human sized?” 

“Not anymore,” Vincent reassures. “Though I would appreciate it if you unlocked my shifting for me, Scotty.” 

Mike nods at the concerned glance to say he shouldn’t be worried. Before this, yes, but William has agreed to talk to them. His instincts wouldn’t have let the human out of his storage if he didn’t believe it was safe. 

There could have been an attempt to snatch Vincent away rather than reactivating him. The fact there wasn’t hesitation is enough to trust his dad won’t so much as poke Scott even if given the opportunity. 

Scott moves Vincent’s ponytail as the taller sits down before tapping out a short sequence on his neck. Yells when a giant immediately appears on the counter, the scrambling form swept up and promptly held protectively close. 

Mike’s pulled into a hug once he stands up. Wraps his arms tightly around Vincent as he’s clung to. “Don’t be such a dumbass next time.” 

His brother snorts. “No promises.” 

“I’d prefer there’s never a next time,” Scott scolds. 

[giraffetummy]

I know why people think sfw v/ore isn't a thing. I get it. Does it make me Woefully sad? Also yes. But I Get it.

I want to make sure people know it's like cuddling. Some people get horny when they cuddle, and some just feel safe and happy. It fits the term 'extreme cuddling' pretty well - it really depends on the person. I, personally, am both. It depends on my mental state.

But outright denying the existence of sfw vore is really annoying - do u know what it's like to have someone say what you're doing is 100% sexual, no matter what *you* think, say or feel? It's invasive and disrespectful for literally anything, including vore.

Be civil. Be kind. Respect other people's feelings and boundaries.

Please only interact if you're 18+ and your blog is sfw. Thank you.

[words-and-threads]

I cannot stop thinking about the way the movie Venom barrels into themes of autonomy, consent and violation in a way that is not respectful, deft, or particularly good, but is utterly fascinating.

Gonna reiterate the content warning, I'm discussing all kinds of violence and violation, sex, oppression, gender essentialism, murder...technically my examples are mostly fictional but still heavy shit. Dead dove. Do not eat.

Firstly, the sexual implications of the symbiote infection are not subtle. I hesitate to even call it implication. Eddie literally talks about having Venom up his ass. Come on.

Interestingly, Venom himself is not even a little horny. He is dominating, possessive, violent, but he describes Eddie's body as a tool, an object of desire only for its utility. It's not clear if symbiotes even have sex let alone a sex drive (note I am getting all my info from the movie, I haven't read the comics and I'm not likely to.)

Humans sexualize Venom. I mean, look at that tongue right? But that's all us! The tongue is for tasting things he wants to eat. It is large and extrudes from his face because he wants to eat large things. He is big and strong and muscular because killing things to eat requires strength. But because many humans have crossed wires regarding sex, death, fear, food...that hunger and violence becomes sexual whether or not it's a kind of sex you're into.

So that's fascinating thing number 1. The horny is coming from inside the species. Venom must be aware of it, but he seems completely uninterested in the concept. He has to know what it sounds like when he calls Eddie his ride. He's in a human brain, he's seen what's in there and it is affecting him. Sharing Eddie's brain changes him, makes him more affectionate and caring, but he remains interested in bodies mainly for either their personalities or caloric content.

Fascinating things number 2 through like...6 are all about boundaries, autonomy, consent and violation, and that theme starts almost immediately. We see the small ways boundaries are pushed in an intimate relationship: the interruption of sleep, the prying into each other's lives, the little disrespects that are actually a sign of affection. Then we see the way Eddie treats boundaries and consent, which is to say badly. He invades a space with his motorcycle (cough *crotch rocket* cough) and when told no he ignores it. His whole career is about penetration into places he isn't wanted, exposure of things people want to keep private. Now, often those violations are ultimately for the greater good. The boundaries are being set by those who violate the rights and bodies of others. Even Eddie's most morally dubious violation, his girlfriend's privacy, is partly a matter of his ethical beliefs.

Their relationship is a whole other can of worms. Annie consistently dates men with a strong moral core, but works for absolute monsters. She has to resolve this tension about what she really believes before she can have a stable relationship. That whole deep and complex plot happens off to the side but it's totally coherent.

Anyway. Because the violations committed by Annie's bosses are way worse than reading an email, Eddie's invasion of her privacy is all but inevitable. That doesn't make it ok, don't read your partner's emails kids. Also don't date someone whose career you consider fundamentally unethical and don't lie to them about your respect for their boundaries. If you read your partner's emails and get them fired they will dump you and they probably should.

It is not, however surprising. Eddie thinks he's above boundaries and that ends exactly how you'd think. And THEN he becomes the victim of someone even more exploitative and reckless than he is.

Ok so....the rape metaphor. Is it a metaphor? It seems pretty literal actually. That's a hell of a thing to make a major plot point. The edge of this taboo is blunted by Eddie being a man (because we don't take sexual assault of men seriously) and further by the fact that violating boundaries is his whole thing.

It is still, let me be clear SUPER MESSED UP. What Venom is doing, even without the plot for world domination, is so wrong and horrible. Venom is an actual monster, an inhuman predator with no respect for bodily autonomy or human life. Symbiote infection is Geiger-esque body horror. Consider that Venom also infects several animals and Annie. It sounds like she consented at the very least but the whole thing is dodgy as hell. And he reinfects Eddie during a kiss because humans can't stop making it weird. He infected Maria too, a homeless woman who very much did not consent and who is implied to have died after passing him on. The infection also does physical damage to the host. It is in every way traumatic.

Oh and Riot infects: an astronaut, a paramedic, an old lady, AND A LITTLE GIRL. And the visual metaphor layers of an alien in the body of a little blonde girl, the archetype of innocence, assaulting a grown man who has been violating bodies all over the place (though he also isn't horny about it, interesting) plus him being racialized is....it hurts my brain. What does this mean, movie? What are you even saying?!

Oh oh and the symbiotes need a host to live. Unless they infect living beings and devour other living beings, THEY DIE. They also don't mind doing it, but they literally cannot abstain and live, not on Earth.

This literal assault with sexual overtones will be a continuing plot device. It will be done to many people, men and women, and several animals. And you've just gotta be ok with that if you're going to get invested in the series. The alien vore rapist is just gonna be here. Having a weird unhealthy friendship/romance with Eddie Brock.

Is that a good writing decision? Is it even escapable in the context of this story? I have no rubric to evaluate these choices. It feels wrong, like...morally wrong, but trying to explain it makes me feel like I'm going crazy.

So that's the whole....thing with the alien vore rapists.

And THEN we have the doctor. His whole job is invading and manipulating the human body which is why we have so many rules about medical consent. Medical care is incredibly intimate although not (usually, hopefully) sexual. It is, like the symbiote infection, a matter of survival. The doctor is a really great guy, helpful but also respectful and comforting. He is great at managing that intimacy in a safe way. He is also a minor character whose plot revolves entirely around other people. Oh and his girlfriend is already hiding from him that she is not over her ex. Lol wtf.

The MRI is another fascinating metaphor. It both devours with its chamber and penetrates with sound. The former is uncomfortable for a lot of people, the latter is nearly fatal for Venom. Consider: Venom, who embodies destructive, exploitative appetite in a way inextricable from how we talk about sex, is damaged by this particular kind of penetration, a "piercing" sound.

AND at the end after Riot penetrates Eddie's chest with a big blade, Venom gets inside him to heal the literal physical trauma. That's certainly some symbolism.

So let's try to wrap this up. If the movie is about anything, it's about the crossing of boundaries, the boundaries between self and other, between body and environment, between ingroup and outgroup, between law and crime, between earth and space! It's everywhere. I think I could construct a coherent narrative from this movie about how that crossing can be necessary even when it's traumatic, but that trauma also matters and must be taken into account. It's a messy point, but it is a point. The movie is SAYING something I swear. I think it might be saying a lot of things and I have no idea how many of them are intentional and I think some of them are morally questionable.

I dunno man. I'm having some feelings and also some feelings about those feelings. That's why I spent 2 hours writing about Venom instead of working or drinking coffee or eating breakfast. I'm gonna go do those things now.

[moraltonsnastyconfessional]

[itti-the-mouse]

What is the strangest thing you’ve ever been turned on by? What was the last sexual fantasy you had about? Are you loud or quiet when you masturbate? What do you look for in a partner? What is your favorite fetish? Hope 5 is an okay amount to ask! <3 <3 <3

The strangest thing I've been turned on by... That's a good question. I think I could give this one to Getting Peed In, Cockvore, or Unbirthing.

Ah, I already answered this one on the previous, but just in case that gets buried, I'll copy-paste it here: Me, as my mousie self, bound, gagged, and blindfolded in a glass container while my owner or owners put various bugs in my cage to breed me with.

I am suuuuper super quiet when I masturbate. Living in a house with 3 other people you see. Though, recently, I have gotten to the point where I'll sometimes moan while doing it >//w//<

Well, I need to know them well to start I think. Friendship is the first step to a long term relationship. Maybe we share some kinks, or like the same video games and stuff, that kinda thing.

I also technically answered what my Favorite Fetish is on the last one too, but rather than copy-pasting my previous answer again, I'll list another favorite fetish of mine: Cockvore ^w^ I just absolutely love the concept of being pushed into someone's dick and swimming in their cum~

Thank you for the ask! ^w^

[philicheesecake]

UL Content Warning Update

Heyo readers!

So I’ve been getting comments and questions about my comics on other platforms, and one repeated question I’ve been getting a lot is: how gory do my comics get?

There’s sort of a long answer to that, and to those who haven’t read the literature version of my book, I won’t spoil these comics. But it does get MUCH darker, and I consider my comics R-rated/Mature and very violent.

But not to fear! The current comic that I’m releasing is one of a series, The Unseen Legion- Issue 1: Trapped in Sheep’s Clothing (TISC). This first issue does have a lot of gore in it, though it is considered pretty mild compared to future installments that will be added to the series. If you’re squeamish and you aren’t sure if you can finish the series, TISC can be read as a stand-alone story once it is finished. Out of the pages that have already been released, it doesn’t get much worse for this singular comic gore-wise. I will include trigger warnings/content warnings for gore and violence as each page is released, so if you can’t handle these things, please block the following tags: #tw gore, #tw violence, #cw gore, #cw blood, #tw blood, #gore warning, #gore, (etc. I’ll try to include as many tags as possible to try to make sure the filters work.)

Please read safely yall! If you don’t think you can handle my comics, it’s %100 ok to stop reading. Take care of yourself first. You know what you can handle, so trust yourself and your limits before continuing reading.

Anywho, thank you all for your support so far and happy reading! ;)

Content warnings:

This SERIES will contain: soft vore, hard vore, fatal vore, nonfatal vore, unwilling vore, willing vore, gore, violence, dismemberment, trauma, graphic digestion, suffocation, blood loss, drowning, fearplay, death, and more

You have been warned.

[bigwoofmom]

1. Space

Deep in northern Minnesota where the border of North America and Canada met a bright light would sudden envelop one of it's many forests and shimmer off the frost that was already beginning to form this mid autumn as a small orbicular spacecraft that was on a collision to Earth began to slow it's descent before coming to a halt just before touching the surface, extending out a trio of small legs extended out from it's underside before it fully touched down.

After a mechanical whir and a click a circular swirling panel appeared on the ship before unfurling open to reveal a humanoid shape. They almost looked human in appearance it wasn't until that as she floated down from the near blinding light from inside their ship that one would be able to see her dark grey skin and eyes as black as pitch, one of which was hidden behind her long silver hair side-swept to one side of her head.

The alien took one breath and smiled as she breathed out a plume of visible air and felt the pleasing chill of this new planet's temperature on the parts of her body where her protective silver bodysuit didn't touch. She was glad she left the helmet on her ship and didn't land in a populated area that would necessitate retrieving it to show this planet's current occupants the full glory of their new masters.

"Glorious command, this is Scout 0801 Myani Brot'don, I've found it, our new home." Myani breathed out relieved that her people's troubles would soon be over. A small part of her was sad that to survive her people would have to dominate or exterminate this planet's native species. Perhaps she could save a few of them as pets for herself. "Their technology is leagues below our own, with the proper plan it would take nothing more than a small strike force to topple these savages' government-"

Myani's voice was suddenly cut off as she felt a heavy, clawed hand suddenly plop on her shoulder with an audible thump. Coaxing her into jerking her head around to see the fanged filled smile of a wolfess.

"No please go on~ I'd love to make my meal into a buffet." Lucille said before waiting for the offworlder to reply to her goading only to be met with shocked silence. "Hm, I tried~"

She simply shrugged and reached a hand between Myani's legs and with a hand on her shoulder and one on her groin she hefted the alien up off her feet and into the air and shoved her headfirst towards her open maw, jamming her hip deep past her lips and teeth. The scout barely had a moment to kick or gasp as the weighty wolf tossed her head back and gulped deeply, sending Myani down her gullet within moments, forcing the grey skinned alien to curl up within her oppressive gut.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU ACCURSED BEAST!" Myani screamed through the thick walls of flab as she jabbed away at it with her fist and earning herself a belch that rumbled her prison and shook her to the core as the feeling of lightheadedness began to bloom at the sides of her skull. Despite that she could hear her captor lumber about and then the familiar whir of her ship. "AND DON'T TOUCH MY SHIP!"

Myani's demands fell on deaf ears as Lucille was already poking her muzzle around the surprisingly spacious interior of the spacecraft, it reminded her of an old show she was enamored with when she was younger. Seeing the large chair in front of a console and screen she could only assume it was the pilot's seat. With a fittingly wolfish grin Lucille turned, raised her rump in a showy, exaggerated fashion, and plopped her heavy ass down onto the seat causing the metal to creak under her weight and knocking the metallic helmet that was placed on the seat's armrest onto the ground as she wiggled her rump against the cushion to get comfy. "It's a shame you couldn't call out to your friends hun, I would have loved to partake more of your kind's unique flavor~"

Lucille chuckled softly feeling her meal redouble her efforts in fighting for freedom and licked her chops as she shut her eyes, allowing sleep to take her for a bit while her stomach began to bubble noisily around Myani as the would be invader was slowly steeped in an acidic deluge and the rolling pressure of Lucille's stomach.

Hours later when the light of morning dawn began to pour into the ship and glaze over Lucille's closed lids she found herself blinking awake with a startled half-snore before yawning and licking her chops as she scratched at her exposed gut, now smaller than it was the night before after thoroughly pulverizing and melting the offworlder into mush and judging by the bloating she was feeling in her lower gut she could tell she was sufficiently pumped through her intestines. With a firm smack on her belly she struck loose a pocket of gas lodged deep within her core.

"HHhhHooOOOUURRRRrrpPp~!"

As she belted out a mighty belch she felt a scrap of cloth push it's way up her throat and hit the console before her with a wet slap. With a soft amused chuckle as she figured out what she just burped up she reached out and picked up the lacy garment before spreading the dainty pair of green and gold panties out with her index fingers.

"Sci-fi in the front and fantasy in the back I see~" Lucille said with another soft chuckle before depositing the panties into her purse and taking a moment to bend over and snatch up the helmet as well that's when the pressure in her gut made itself known with a small toot. "Huh~ I guess your endurance was leagues below our own~"

With a soft huff she unzipped her jeans and hooked her thumbs into her waistband before pulling it and her underwear down to her thighs, just enough to free her massive asscheeks before letting out a deep sigh as she relaxed her guts and unleashed the proverbial floodgates.

"PpffffRRRrrt~!"

Pushing out a fetid plume of humid gut gas that filled the futuristic ship with a visible green fog before unloading an avalanche of assmud onto the captain's seat, covering it with filth within moments that was flecked with chips of bone and scraps of the alien's bodysuit. With another grunt she squeezed out the alien's skull out of her sphincter and let it plop on top of the pile of muck before giving another sigh.

After wiping herself off and collecting her trophies and left the ship while carrying the helmet under her arm just as the ship began to give off some loud warning alarms. Just as she got about three yards away the ship retracted it's legs before shooting back up into the sky causing Lucille to look up and purse her lips.

"...I wonder if they'll be upset with what happened to their friend..."

[shanedagoat]

Daily Sketches for April 11th - April 20th, 2024

[ashestoshadows]

Just In Their Nature

Hello my peeps~ First thing i've wrote which features PLA, kinda, nothing really happens besides my character nearly dying due to her dumb mistake of capturing a very deadly Alpha.

(Image credits go to イマット, and was just inspired to write this because of that image)

(And Content Warnings! big things/creatures, nearly implied death/vore, and garchomp)

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It appeared the newest recruit had big news! She caught an alpha, but what was the Alpha? You had no real clue and you were anxiously awaiting the female to walk through that door as the leader, Cyllene, was writing stuff down on paper. The scratching could be heard throughout the room and you anxiously looked at your Luxio who was purring against your leg trying to calm you down as you sighed, carefully petting their small head thanking them silently.

A noise could be heard outside the door and you were about to walk closer to listen to what was going on but *Creak* the door slightly cracked open as you watched in horror to see the most feared Alpha you were aware of… A Garchomp.

She caught an Alpha Garchomp!? Your heart began racing far too fast imagining what horrors could happen. Your Luxio quickly ran over, leaping onto your arms peeking through the door before shrieking in surprise and horror, your Luxio knew what to fear and knew too well that this 9 ft Pokemon was dangerous. And absolutely terrifying. A loud roar ripped through the whole building as you jumped back, your Luxio still barely in your arms as Cyllene quickly ran over "Y/N! You okay?" she asked, her eyes relatively wide as you barely nodded. Your Luxio shaking and mewling in your arms cowering in fear.

Cyllene quickly dashed out to see the monstrosity outside in the lobby of the building, after you calmed down to see Reynard  with an Alpha nearby. You saw the white haired female trying to calm the Captain as you barely wobbled into the area, your Luxio nervously trailing behind you. Keeping a weary and scared eye on the Mach Pokemon who noticed the small kitten Pokemon and lunged at it,  although thankfully the Pokemon appeared to be a female due to the lack of a notch on their dorsal fin and fortunately your Luxio's was a female as well. The reason that even matters is sometimes they'll only attack Pokemon of certain genders and ignore the other entirely unless provoked.

The dragon gave a quick lick on the face to the kitten who trembled under the dragons intense golden gaze, Luxio or as you loving sometimes called Luxy, ran over to you and hid inside your arms understandably trembling. "Calm down! She's fine, see?" the Garchomp stood right beside her trainer and you felt your mouth fall open, terrified and in awe at the huge size of that creature who stood next to what was the Galaxy teams sky-fallen conversation starter. Ever since you were introduced to Reynard you felt a strong bond with her, almost like she was your sister, scared she'd get murdered by an Alpha or die from a huge height but thankfully that never seemed to happen.

The Garchomp swiftly placed her two winged limbs around the female human almost in a hug-like manner before she slightly crouched as she did so opened her mouth and gave her trainers face a painfully slow and terrifying lick, seeing the maws of an Alpha open and right near your friends head as she looked wide-eyed terrified of what could possibly happen to herself but tried to resist the urge to show it too much. Her limbs began almost pushing the small human up and closer to her mouth as you gasped in pure horror petrified to do anything and you knew you weren't going to be able to do anything, Reynard fell silent as she seemed she was going to begin hyperventilating realising what was possibly going to happen, Cyllene was frozen to the spot too scared to move as you noticed the Ultra ball lying on the ground. You carefully crawled over to it trying to remain out of sight.

Drool was dripping out of the dragon's maw, pooling everywhere. Her mouth huge, and her teeth glistened, putting fear in everyone and everything and Reynard was frozen. She knew this was her end. She knew capturing this beast was dangerous and stupid, and yet she did it, and if you weren't quick enough she'd die right here with all that's left is her body and head crushed to nothing but guts and blood but feeding this Pokemon's hunger.

You swiftly lunged for the pokeball recapturing the huge beast as Reynard fell to the ground, landing in some saliva roughly on her behind as she hyperventilated right there on the spot. Tears running down her face that she was too scared to shed in case she'd die. She wept as your Luxio carefully clambered into her lap purring, trying to calm her down as she ran her finger though the blue and black kittens soft fur and she sighed.

[blametheeditor]

Voretober Day 8 | Haven

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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?

What if that person is no longer entirely human?

MENTIONS OF SOFT VORE

Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore (only mentions for now). Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone

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“How do you feel about a market run?” 

Scott can’t help but tense up at the question, tearing his eyes away from watching Vincent cook what they determined as breakfast to meet his best friend’s questioning gaze. One that says yes, a market run will include giants. 

The thought of being completely surrounded by beings capable of holding him in the palm of their hand leaves Scott shaking. It’s one thing for his best friend to tower over him, it’s another when it comes to creatures who don’t even look human with unknown intentions having the power to simply grab him. Who might not free him from a pocket when he asked to be or watch the ground to make sure he doesn’t end up underfoot.

The fact Scott is also dreading the moment Vincent will grow again says a lot about his current level of comfortability interacting with giants as a whole. Had been more than grateful the purple man had the hindsight to put in coordinates for the ship to go without needing him to actively pilot. It meant there was no need to go to the giant side after the tour officially ended. 

It certainly helped calmed Scott’s nerves about his fear of Vincent being too far away to reach. Gave him enough peace of mind to sleep for several hours while his best friend moved items from the smaller ship and recalibrated a few things, including having everything run on Earth’s time. Not once did he need to step into the giant area, meaning Scott woke up to mutters of what they need to stock up on. 

Now it’s been a full day, and they’re approaching the planet Vincent had mentioned previously, with a list of items that need to be purchased. Including things made for a giant. 

“What’s the plan?” Scott asks. 

“There will be two runs. The first one will be in an area for smaller species where we’ll pick up provisions, a few things the kitchen is missing, and some basic necessities as well as anything you’d like. Once we’ve got everything, we’ll come back to the ship and unload.” Vincent stops stirring a sweet smelling orange sauce to turn to Scott. “The second one will be in an area dedicated for the larger species to pick up a few things mainly for the medbay. Would you like to join me on both, or would you like to stay on the ship once we return from the first run?” 

Scott jolts at the question. “I can come with you on both?” 

He’ll admit, when Vincent said there would be two runs, he thought he’d only be able to go on the first one. Which would make sense considering he could be sold in a market made for giants, and if it’s anywhere close as busy as the previous one they were at, it’d be all too easy for someone to snatch him away when Vincent isn’t looking. 

But Vincent’s smiling earnestly. “Of course, Scotty. If you’d like to come, I’m happy to bring you.” 

Scott’s being given a choice. He gets to decide whether or not he’s willing to be in the middle of tens of giants walking around with booming voices to match. Won’t be forced to stay or go despite Vincent having the power to do so. 

A feeling of warmth spreads through his chest at the same time terror does. “What does joining you look like?” 

“I was thinking you could sit on my shoulder, but my pocket and hands are always available,” Vincent says as he motions to each option, Scott’s eyes widening as he tries to imagine himself sitting on his best friend’s shoulder as it shrugs. “Whatever you feel the most comfortable with. And no matter what you pick, I will keep you safe.” 

Safe. Even though he’d be vulnerable to grabbing hands on a shoulder. Would be sitting high up in the air where he could fall if Vincent gets pushed or tripped. Protected by a giant that will be one in a crowd of hundreds. 

He can trust that kind of promise. 

“I want to join you,” Scott says, excitement and fear fighting a war inside him. “And I’m up for trying the shoulder.” 

“You can try all three before deciding,” Vincent grins, not even trying to hide his joy at being able to have a pocket Scott again. 

“It’s a definite no on the pocket option.” 

“You’ll learn to love it.” 

Scott hesitates, unsure if he should take it as a threat, worried if he should be genuinely concerned about being randomly pocketed if he finds himself near a giant Vincent. If there’s other things he should be worried about if he starts to get used to being near someone so big. 

Before he can start a list, a plate is set in front of him to effectively steal his attention. “Will you miss me if I land the ship while you eat?” 

Technically he won’t, not when his stomach can’t decide whether it’s hungry or nauseous. He will in the sense he knows that if he wants to check on Vincent for any reason, it will take him several minutes just to walk through the common area. 

But what is he worried about? Vincent knows how to pilot a ship, and if Scott keeps the purple man in the smaller area then he’ll essentially be volunteering to join the giant. He might’ve agreed to going on both market runs, but he’d rather save his courage for such an event. 

“Make sure we don’t crash,” Scott waves, sounding a lot more confident than he feels. 

Vincent smirks as he walks toward the door leading to the giant section. “I’ll try my hardest.” 

With that the purple man disappears. The ground doesn’t tremble from catastrophic footsteps, but Scott knows his best friend is currently the size of a skyscraper. Is making his way to the pilot’s chair if he isn’t already there. Is capable of accidentally stepping on Scott if he for any reason decided to follow. 

Shoving the thought away, Scott focuses on his breakfast. Can’t help but roll his eyes at the sight of cursive lettering having written ‘Scotty’ in the orange sauce on one side of the plate. Fights to keep a smile off his face as he erases it one letter at a time by dragging thin slices of seared fruit through it. 

The fruit itself almost tastes buttery, the sauce is sweet but tasting almost nothing like oranges, or even fruit for that matter. If he had done a blind taste test, he would’ve mistaken it as French toast, the only difference being the texture and the syrup being a little more bitter. 

By the time Vincent walks back through the door, he’s eaten everything, his stomach no longer twisting into knots. Though now that the food is gone and the purple man back, Scott’s nerves begin to return at the reminder of what the day holds. At what he agreed to. 

“Ready to go, Scotty?” 

Far from it. “Lead the way, Vince.” 

His best friend offers a smile as he walks toward the hallway leading to the smaller ship. “If you need us to come back here for any reason, just let me know.” 

Scott takes a deep breath. Reminds himself they’re starting on the smaller side. Something he’s fairly familiar with after the refuel station and the underground market. And Vincent will be right next to him the entire time. 

He quickly stands behind the purple man when he spots the door that looks like it will lead outside of the ship. Nods to say he’s ready at the silent question. Winces as the door opens to let blinding sunlight wash over them. Jumps when a rather cold breeze ruffles his hair. 

As his eyes finally adjust against the harsh light, he stares at the sight of the ground having an almost reflective quality. Not like the water for an ocean, more like how he would imagine ice would look like if there was ever enough to cover an entire street. It is blue, though, or even silver, but a distinct red hue. 

“Welcome to Bak Toth,” Vincent announces. “A titan planet known for its mining industry, a well as a haven for those who have a track record. No one will turn you down if you’re willing to go into the dangerous parts of the mines.” 

Scott leans out to see further outside, his breath catching at the sight of tall buildings in the distance. One that looks much too big despite being a few miles away, meaning it’s meant for giants. 

Before he can start trembling at the thought of walking toward it, at a resident suddenly walking toward them, a hand is set on his head to gently turn it away, forcing him to focus on a vast plane void of life. 

No, not entirely. What he thought was a completely smooth surface turns out to have large cracks big enough for them to fall into if they just blindly started walking around. 

Finally, it clicks. “We’re going underground?” 

“Exactly,” Vincent grins. “There’s tunnels spread far and wide across the planet. Everything a thousand feet below belongs to the residents. But from the surface down to about a hundred, it’s open for the smaller species to use.” 

There’s no hiding the relief of it being virtually impossible for them to be stumbled upon by a giant. “I’m starting to see a running theme.” 

“You’ll be hard pressed to find a titan planet with residents that have both small and large species,” Vincent begins as he slowly walks out of the ship and into the open, Scott staying no more than two steps behind. “It’s hard to trust something big enough to hold you that isn’t raised around a smaller species their entire life. There’s a few who integrate the two sizes seamlessly, but there will always be opportunists. Beings who don’t see those smaller than them as anything but something to keep or a pest to get rid of.” 

Scott glances up at his best friend, at the stoic expression as he leads them toward a crevice that, now that he thinks about it, would be no bigger than a crack in the sidewalk to a giant. Something that would be overlooked and impossible to get through unless they have the right tools. 

Suddenly, he remembers what Vincent said ack on Earth what feels like a lifetime ago. About how the universe wouldn’t see humans as something to respect, but something to keep. Considering the fact Vincent had been taken, that planets claiming to be welcoming to all sizes have the smaller species hiding underground, that humans themselves also couldn’t be trusted to not take advantage of such vulnerable creatures if given the chance, it’s not hard to imagine what happened throughout those 6 years. 

Scott looks over at the giant city. One he should be genuinely terrified of walking into if it wasn’t for the fact Vincent can tower over him like the residents can. 

“Vince?” 

“Hm?” 

“Do you like being giant?” 

The smile he’s given is a painful one, filled with technicalities and specific instances that wouldn’t be needed if he was never taken from Earth in the first place. “There’s pros and cons to it.” 

“Can I ask for one of each?”

Vincent hums thoughtfully, something that nullifies Scott’s fears of making his best friend uncomfortable, possibly even upset. There’s no anger at being asked such a question, but he can see the want to not talk about. Bring up memories that are better kept buried to never be retrieved again. 

For a while, they walk in silence. To a yawning crevice with a path that safely leads them down along the cliff. Walk through the bottom of the canyon toward a tunnel with light and music waiting at the end of it. 

Just as a bustling city comes into view, Vincent finally speaks. 

“Pro, it means I can protect you. Con, I can’t eat anything.” 

Oh, well that’s- 

Scott sputters. “You can’t what?” 

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

I support the right of artists to depict whatever twisted disturbing content they want because I believe fiction is the one place you can do that without anyone getting hurt.

That being said, I do think you should warn people, especially if the content is gory or fetishistic or contains depictions of underage characters or cute animals or triggering material like SA. I even try to put warnings on my posts that include mentions of sex or sex adjacent stuff not just cause of NSFW reasons but because I understand what it means to be sex repulsed.

While I believe fiction doesn’t hurt people, it can still be upsetting to be confronted by heavy or disturbing imagery or themes without any kind of warning. So I think people who make that content should respect that the content is challenging enough that a warning should always be included.

I don’t think it’s a case of “don’t like don’t read” if the reader has no idea what they’re getting into. The same goes for drawings, paintings or film. I’m not saying someone is necessarily intentionally being bad if they don’t include warnings. Plenty of people just assume others have the same threshold as them. But if people are telling you otherwise or you have some inkling that the content could be disturbing then I do think it’s negligent not to try and warn people.

People have told me I’m too lenient when it comes to fictional depictions, but honestly, I don’t think I am. I think I’m very clear on where my line is. If it’s fiction I generally don’t care how disturbing it is as long as I’m warned about it beforehand. Because it allows me to go “no I do not want to see that” and click away. Sometimes I overestimate what I can handle even if there’s a warning but if the artist has done their due diligence and put a warning there, I don’t hold a grudge.

[bumgall]

ngl I feel vore irl would also feel gross & weird, but moreso in a "sinking in a dumpster full of freah organs while in a dark trash bag filled with fresh vomit" kind of way, and less like a "cold, clammy, slimy & with suction cups" kind of way...

Actual image of me fighting for my fucking life on discord

[cvntroach5000]

LaDS men - "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

dialogue only, slight crack, 1 gendered term used ("ma'am" by Sylus)

content warning: swearing, implied vore (Rafayel), suggestive themes (Sylus)

Xavier ✨

"Xavier, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"..."

"...Why are you hesitating"

"Oh, sorry, I'm not. I was just thinking what kind of worm you'd be and what you'd need to be kept happy and safe. I'd need to build you some kind of enclosure... But if you were a worm, how would I know which things you like and which you don't? Worms can't talk. I guess I'd have to learn how to speak worm and watch you really closely."

"I'm sure if anyone could make me a happy worm, it'd be you."

"I'm glad you think so. Still, worms are so small and fragile... Please, don't turn into a worm. I don't think my heart could take worrying so much about you."

"Don't worry, I won't! It's just an internet meme."

"Good. Then it's settled. Neither of us will ever turn into worms. If we have to become animals, let's be cats or birds. Together. So we can talk and be equals."

Zayne ❄️

"Zayne, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"...Sigh."

"Well? Would you, would youuu?"

"Yes. I would become a worm doctor and make sure you are the happiest, healthiest worm. Is that a satisfying answer?"

"Very!"

"Good. Any other hypothetical questions you'd like to ask?"

"Hmm... What kind of worm do you think I'd be?"

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar enough with different worm species to answer that question in a scientifically accurate way. However, I can guarantee you, you would be a worm that is beloved by Zayne."

Rafayel 🪸

"Rafayel, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Uhm, duh?? You'd be the cutest little worm, I'd eat you and keep you safe in my stomach."

"...What"

"What"

"You could've stopped at 'yes' and calling me cute."

"Yeah? Well, what about you? What would you do if I turned into a handsome, talented worm?"

"I wouldn't eat you, that's for sure."

"I guess it'd be a shame to waste such a special worm for a meal. You could make me a little worm art studio and then sell my artworks. That way, I could take care of you, even if I was a worm."

"Do you think worms look tasty, Rafayel"

"Of course I don't! But I think you'd be a delicious-looking, tasty little worm."

"...I'm starting to regret asking."

"I literally did nothing wrong."

"You brought vore into this house!"

"Jesus spoke the truth and they hated him for it, too"

"Who the fuck is Jesus"

Sylus 🥀

"Sylus, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Heh. What a strange question. Where did that come from?"

"It's an internet meme."

"Well, of course, I would, sweetie. After all, who could resist an adorable worm like you? I'd find an architect and a gardener to design you the largest, most luxurious enclosure, so that you could have the most opportunity to thrive out of any worm in the universe. Every day, I'd tell you how much I love you. And I'd subdue the world, so they'd worship the ground you burrow in."

"...Sylus, I think we gotta have sex now."

"Oh? I didn't know a bit of worm talk could get you so riled up, sweetie."

"You know this isn't about the worm."

"Haha."

"Take off your clothes"

"Yes, ma'am~"

Caleb 🍎

"Caleb, would you—"

"Yes."

"You don't even know what I was gonna—"

"You were going to ask me if I would still love if you were a worm, right?"

"..."

"The answer is yes. Hundred times yes."

"...It'd be nice if you let me finish my question."

"Oh. Okay! Ask me again, I'll wait this time."

"Caleb, would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Yes!"

"How did you know what I was going to ask anyway?"

"I heard you the other day discussing the meme with your friends. I figured you'd ask sooner or later."

"Hmph."

"Soooo... Would you love me if I was a worm?"

"You're already a worm and I love you just fine, don't I?"

[fangdokja]

Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

In a world where love twists into obsession, Whispers in the Dark offers you fleeting glimpses into the shadows—short, striking stories that capture the subtle, chilling edge of devotion gone astray. These headcanons, drabbles, and snippets bring together yanderes from A Heart Devoured, Forbidden Fruits, and World Ablaze, alongside new faces destined to carve their own place in the recesses of your mind.

This collection is deceptively light, each story crafted for easy reading yet laced with the faint echoes of something far darker. Beneath tender touches lie the barest hints of possessiveness. Behind sweet words linger quiet threats. And in the softest moments, you'll glimpse a world where love binds tighter than chains.

Perfect for casual reading, these stories keep most of the darkness just out of reach, lurking in the shadows of every tender moment. They are whispers of what lies in the deeper, more dangerous corners of Fang Dokja’s other works.

For now, this is where you stay—balanced on the edge of a blade. Will you fall deeper?

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Trigger Warnings (Dead Dove): Contains dark themes, non-consensual content (not as explicit as my long form stories), and depictions of taboo scenarios. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Read the RULES so you are aware of what you're getting into.

♡ A/N #1. I have extremely high tolerance to anything controversial and taboo (e.g. explicit incest, gang rape, gore, vore, murder, bestiality, etc.). Nothing bothers me in reading and writing (except genuine stupidity spanning all forms). If you are looking for light submissive puppy or worshipping yanderes, who would never hurt you. This writing isn't for you, because all my stories have a base line of non-con (whether SFW or NSFW) and sadistic hard doms. The most common and comfortable writing style I have are "red and black flags that will hurt you, and can and may kill you." Yes, even if they are yandere. ♡ A/N #2. I do write different degrees, sometimes vanilla (e.g. most of my Genshin Impact and HSR works), other times erotic horror (e.g. R18 AHD). But, generally, expect non-con in some form. To put it into perspective on my tolerance level, I consider the usual rape, "vanilla rape". If there is no genuine danger of dying or bleeding to death (e.g. cannibalism, vore, necrophilia, edge play like extreme blood play and weapon play), then I classify it as "vanilla rape." Especially if it's just forced penetration or oral.

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Note: Want to make a SHORT request for original yanderes (OC's) or fandom yanderes? Read the Rules and Regulations, first, before requesting. Failure to abide by the rules will have your request ignored and deleted.

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Table of Contents

♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ ⭐. Author's Personal Favorites. ♡ 🔞. NSFW / extremely explicit themes (non-con, sexual torture, dangerous edge play, degradation, humiliation, BDSM, etc.)

♡ Schedule. The following stories are released or scheduled for release:

Fandom Yanderes

♡ Book 1. 🔞Forbidden Fruits (FF) : Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires. ♡ Book 2. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

Mixed Character Stories

You tried to break up with him… but did you ever really want to? (Chrollo Lucilfer, Johan Liebert, Geto Suguru)

Genshin Impact

Mixed Stories

Humor First, Consequences Later (Tartaglia, Wanderer, Kazuha)

Original Yanderes (OC's)

♡ Book. A Heart Devoured (AHD) : A Dark Yandere Anthology

Yandere! Author

Headcanons 1 : Fate’s Final Draft (General)

He’s the hero in his own story… and you’re his latest toy.

🔞"You like happy endings? Too bad. I don’t write those."

Yandere! Best Friend

Headcanons 1 : Unspoken Desires (General)

🔞“He says he’d do anything for you. But would you believe him?”

Yandere! IRL Authors

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord, AO3 Angst Demon, Webtoon Cult Leader, Wattpad Menace

Drabbles

You see ‘yandere x reader’ and click before you even register the title.

Yandere! Isekai! Knight

♡ Sub Story. In his eyes, your defiance isn’t strength—it’s foreplay.

Headcanons 1 : Light’s Last Lament (General)

He was a knight of light… until you turned his world dark.

Yandere! Nerd

♡ Sub Story. No one else noticed the quiet boy in the corner, but he’s all you’ll notice now.

Headcanons 1 : Beyond the Data (General)

🔞You’re his project, and he’s determined to get you right.

Yandere! Neurosurgeon

Drabbles

You’re a Pervert, and He’s in Denial.

Your Idea of Flirting? A Box of Body Parts.

“I’d love to get inside your head.” He thought you meant emotionally.

Yandere! Otome Game

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Crown Prince, Archduke, Supreme Mage, Demon King, War Hero, Master Thief, Enemy Spy, Demon Assassin

Drabbles

How do you escape a yandere harem? Asking for a very distressed friend (me).

How to Turn ‘Till Death Do Us Part’ Into a Very Literal Situation.

"Romance is a garbage genre, but if I have to play, I might as well do it on easy mode."

The love interests were bad. The backup plans are worse.

One of them wants to marry you. The other wants to make sure he never does.

Headcanons 1 : How to Survive a Reverse Harem (You Don’t) (General)

I hate it here.

System: “Would you like to resume the main storyline?” You click ‘No.’ They click ‘Yes.’

Imagine hating me so much that you chase me across lifetimes. Imagine being that obsessed.

Yandere! Royal Guards

Drabbles

Royal Duties: looking pretty, sitting still, watching your guards destroy the kingdom.

You got isekai’d. Now three murder machines think your blank stares are divine wisdom.

Yandere! Russian! Mafia Boss

♡ Main Story. 🔞"I trusted you, wife, and now I'll teach you what betrayal feels like."

Headcanons 1 : The Bride of Blood (General)

To him, you're perfect. To you, he's just a mission.

🔞"I don't need your love, I need your submission."

Yandere! Stardom

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Fanboy, Producer, Rival, Hater

Drabbles

A love letter: from a guy who’s watched every movie, probably knows your underwear size.

Rivals, fanboys, and haters all agree: your fanfic is a masterpiece… in the worst way.

Your most devoted fan writes smut better than published authors.

Capitalism By Day, Cock Worship By Night

AO3 Writer: “I just wanted to write smut.” | Society: “No, you leaked classified info.”

Yandere! Superpowers AU

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Golden Hero, DILF! CEO, Host Club! King, Mortal Enemy

Drabbles

You were born with the most overpowered ability in existence. You just don’t care.

Yandere! Yan-Apocalypse

♡ Characters Included. Yandere! Boss, Neighbor, Torture Professional, Loner

Drabbles

The perfect Valentine’s present: something personal, thoughtful, and won’t scream anymore.

Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor

♡ Sub Story. In the world of the dead, he was the only thing keeping you alive—and tearing you apart.

Headcanons 1 : Flesh and Fetish (General)

In a world where only the strongest survive, he’s the monster you can't escape.

If you want to be added or removed from the tag list, just comment on this post. Thank you.

General TAG LIST of “Whispers In The Dark”: @keisocool , @elvabeth , @elloredef , @mjsjshhd , @lem-hhn , @yuki-istired , @lilyalone , @starryperson , @yandreams-storageblog , @tiffyisme3760 , @songbirdgardensworld , @yune1337 , @mocalocha , @astreaaaaaa6 , @poopooindamouf , @yandereaficionado , @esther-kpopstan , @iris-arcadia

❤︎ Fang Dokja's Books.

♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ Book 4 [you are here]. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Library MASTERPOST 1. The Librarian’s Ledger: A Map to The Library of Forbidden Texts.

♡ Disclaimer. Not all stories are included in the masterpost due to Tumblr’s link limitations. However, most long-form stories can be found here. If you're searching for a specific yandere or theme, this guide will help you navigate The Library of Forbidden Texts. Proceed with caution—these tales explore obsession, madness, and devotion in their rawest forms.

[losttranslator]

Another problem that needs to be adressed is that no kid arrives on the internet pre-equipped with the knowledge that they are going to see stuff they'd rather not. No kid starts out knowing what to filter and what to avoid. (Especially kids that don't have English as their first language. I sure as shit didn't know to blacklist 'nsfw' and 'bdsm' when I didn't know what the acronyms meant.) Worse even, kids mostly don't have the understanding of WHY adult stuff is bad for them if they are exposed to it too early, so when they come across it they don't know that it's hurting them.

Like, seriously. What warning signs were there in Fanfiction.net fandom pages as you browsed through story summaries? Sure, you could filter out 'romance' and 'mature,' but as a 12-yo kid, I didn't know what it meant for a story to be tagged as romance (because let's be real, many of the mature ones weren't tagged as mature because it hid them from searches by default and authors didn't want to lose on potential readers) and why I needed to stay away from it. Only purposely seeking out age-appropriate gen stories never stopped me from coming across a whooooooole bunch of EXTREMELY graphic and shocking stuff that I could barely even recognize as scarring at the time. And when I arrived on tumblr at around 14, there was even more stuff I was totally unaware that I should block and avoid, because I didn't even know that stuff existed before I came across it. I didn't blacklist incest until I'd already come across it, because as a kid it doesn't occur to you that people you followed for the fanarts will put incest on your dash.

Individual blogs can be marked as 18+, but you don't see the blog's header when you come across it in a character tag, and the problem of very, very poorly tagged posts being everywhere remains.

The usual response is "it's the sole responsibility of parents to manage their kids' screen time" but that's an increasingly unrealistic expectation in a world where screens are everywhere.

I am NOT saying fandom shouldn't have adult content, btw - I'm saying placing the responsibility of curating their own experiences on kids is just as unreasonable as tone-policing adults and stopping them from having their own spaces. Kids, by the very reality of their limited life experience, are not capable of knowing how to keep themselves safe from dangers they know nothing about.

Just saw someone say something like "proshippers stop inserting yourself into minor filled spaces" (referring to fandom), so daily reminder fandom was never made for or by kids. It has always been predominantly adults.

Kids are welcome in fandom, but they are the ones who must read the signs warning not to enter 18+ spaces

[urfavoritewriter]

Sleepeating

A commission for a user who prefers to remain anonymous, I had an absolute blast writing this commission that I overshoot well past the word count. Thank you so much for commissioning me! Content: Endosoma, safe vore, belly bulge, belly noises, squirming prey, struggling prey, internal view, accidental vore, sleepwalking vore, swollen belly, round belly, casual vore, male pred, human pred, M/M, large belly, stomach noises, tight stomach, prey struggling inside, long-term vore, unwilling prey, teasing, male prey.

The room was a patchwork of sleeping arrangements—an air mattress in the corner, a pile of mismatched blankets on the floor, and a couple of sleeping bags sprawled haphazardly around the twin beds. The glow of the TV bathed the room in flickering light, an old movie playing at low volume as the group lounged in various states of relaxation. Empty snack wrappers littered the nightstand, the faint smell of buttery popcorn hanging in the air.

“Alright, rookie, rule number one,” said Greg, a wiry guy with messy brown hair and a mischievous grin. He pointed a finger at the newcomer, his tone half-joking but carrying a thread of seriousness. “Don’t. Leave. The bed. At night.”

The newcomer, Andrew, raised an eyebrow, shifting awkwardly on the makeshift bed he’d been given. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and he fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie. “Uh… why?”

Zach, the host and arguably the most relaxed of the group, leaned back on his bed, his legs sprawled out like he didn’t have a care in the world. His blonde curls fell into his eyes as he glanced at Andrew with a lazy smile. “Because Matt sleepwalks,” he said, nodding toward the tallest guy in the room, who was currently shoving the last handful of chips from a bag into his mouth.

Matt swallowed, brushing crumbs off his shirt. “I do not sleepwalk that much,” he protested, though his friends groaned in unison.

“You tried to eat Greg’s shoe last time,” said Sarah, who sat cross-legged near the TV, her black hair tied in a loose ponytail. “Like, full-on chomped it.”

“I thought it was a burrito,” Matt shot back, raising his hands defensively. His broad shoulders and tall frame made him look intimidating, but the sheepish expression on his face softened the effect.

“Dude, you licked it,” Greg added with a laugh, tossing a pillow in Matt’s direction. “That’s where all the foot fetish allegations come from.”

Andrew chuckled nervously, glancing between the group. “So… what, do I need to sleep with one eye open?”

“Nah,” Zach said, waving a hand dismissively. “Just stay in bed. You’ll be fine. Matt’s like a human vacuum when he’s out of it, but as long as you’re not walking around, he’ll leave you alone.”

Andrew didn’t look entirely convinced. “A vacuum?”

“Yeah, a hungry vacuum,” Sarah teased. “Last time he cleaned out half the fridge. And Greg’s shoe, obviously.”

Matt groaned again. “Can we not make me sound like some kind of sleepwalking menace? I’m perfectly normal most of the time.”

“Yeah, sure,” Zach said with a smirk. He grabbed the remote and flicked through the TV channels before settling on a cheesy horror movie. “Just remember, Andrew, don’t wander around if you hear anything. It’s probably just Matt.”

Andrew nodded slowly, pulling a blanket over himself. “Got it. Stay put. Avoid the hungry vacuum.”

Greg snorted. “Smart guy. You’ll survive the night.”

The group laughed, the easy banter filling the room as the movie played in the background. Matt stretched, his frame nearly brushing the ceiling, before collapsing onto his pile of blankets with a loud yawn.

“Alright, lights out soon,” Zach announced, reaching for the lamp by his bed. “Let’s try not to add any more sleepwalking incidents to the list, huh?”

Matt grumbled something incoherent, already halfway to sleep. Andrew, still a little unsure of what he’d signed up for, settled into his makeshift bed, his mind buzzing with the warnings and teasing.

The room gradually grew quieter as everyone drifted off, leaving the TV to cast faint shadows across the walls. The night stretched ahead, calm and uneventful—for now.

Andrew stirred awake to the faint creak of a door hinge. His eyes fluttered open, the dim glow of the muted TV casting flickering shadows across the room. The others were still sprawled out in their makeshift beds, their steady breathing filling the quiet with a rhythmic hum. For a moment, Andrew thought he’d dreamed the noise—until he heard another faint sound.

Crunch.

His brow furrowed. It wasn’t loud, but it was distinct, like someone biting into a cracker. Groggily, he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he scanned the room. Everyone else seemed undisturbed, bundled in blankets or sprawled carelessly. Except—he counted quickly—Matt wasn’t there. The mound of blankets that had been his bed was empty, the pillow pushed to the side.

Andrew sighed, shaking his head as the warnings from earlier echoed in his mind. Matt sleepwalks. For a moment, he considered lying back down. It wasn’t like it was his problem, right? But the faint clink of something metallic, like a fork hitting a plate, piqued his curiosity. What’s he even doing?

Carefully, Andrew swung his legs over the edge of his mattress, the cool floor sending a faint shiver through him. He tiptoed toward the door, avoiding the stray wrappers and pillows strewn about, and gently turned the knob. The hallway was dark, the faint orange glow of a nightlight at the far end barely illuminating the space. He stepped out, his socked feet making no sound against the wooden floor.

Another crunch. Then the faint sound of chewing. Andrew followed it, squinting into the darkness as he made his way toward the kitchen. The air was cooler out here, the silence broken only by the occasional creak of a floorboard beneath his weight.

As he neared the source of the sounds, the faint hum of the refrigerator reached his ears. Then another noise—a soft, wet slurp, followed by what sounded like the rustling of a bag. Andrew hesitated for a moment, his heart beating a little faster. Is he seriously eating in his sleep?

He rounded the corner into the kitchen, the faint glow from the refrigerator spilling across the tile floor. Matt was there, hunched over slightly, one hand gripping the fridge door while the other clutched a half-empty bag of chips. His tall frame loomed in the dim light, his broad shoulders casting long shadows against the wall. His head moved slowly, rhythmically, as he chewed on something, completely unaware of Andrew’s presence.

Andrew stifled a laugh. They weren’t kidding. He really is a vacuum. He stepped closer, the floor cool beneath his feet. “Matt?” he whispered, his voice low to avoid startling him.

No response.

Andrew frowned, tilting his head. Matt’s movements were slow and deliberate, like he was in a trance. He dipped his hand into the bag again, pulling out another handful of chips and shoving them into his mouth without so much as glancing around. His other hand lazily swung the fridge door shut, casting the room into near darkness except for the faint glow of the microwave clock.

“Matt,” Andrew said a little louder, stepping closer.

Still no response. Matt’s chewing continued, unhurried and oddly methodical. Andrew couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed in the dim light, but there was something unsettling about the way he stood there, his tall frame casting looming shadows that swayed ever so slightly with each movement.

Andrew rolled his eyes. “Alright, buddy, back to bed,” he muttered, reaching out to nudge Matt’s shoulder. “You’re gonna—”

Before he could finish the thought, Matt’s head turned sharply, and Andrew froze. His mouth still moved rhythmically, chewing, but his gaze—or lack thereof—seemed distant, unfocused. His expression was blank, almost eerie, as if he wasn’t entirely present. Andrew took a step back instinctively, his pulse quickening.

“Uh… Matt?” he said hesitantly.

Matt didn’t respond. Instead, he turned back toward the counter, setting the empty chip bag down with a slow, deliberate motion. Andrew watched, unsure of what to do, as Matt’s hand hovered over a loaf of bread, his fingers brushing it as if deciding whether to grab it next.

“Okay, this is getting weird,” Andrew muttered to himself, taking another cautious step forward. He reached out again, this time aiming to grab Matt’s arm and steer him back toward the hallway. “Come on, man, let’s—”

Matt moved suddenly, his hand shooting out with surprising speed to grip Andrew’s wrist. Andrew’s breath hitched, his body tensing as Matt’s grip tightened. For a moment, Andrew thought he’d snapped out of it—that he was awake—but then Matt’s blank expression remained unchanged, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond Andrew, as though looking through him.

“Hey, uh, Matt? You good?” Andrew stammered, his voice wavering slightly.

Matt’s grip pulled him closer, the motion slow but unrelenting. Andrew’s heart raced, the air suddenly feeling heavier as he tried to tug his arm free. But Matt’s strength was impossible to resist, his movements steady and unnervingly purposeful.

“Okay, this is not funny anymore,” Andrew muttered, trying to keep his voice calm as he stumbled forward. The faintest hint of warm breath against his neck made him freeze, and in the dim light, he caught a glimpse of Matt’s mouth opening, his jaw stretching slightly in a way that made Andrew’s stomach twist.

What the hell is he doing?

Andrew tugged harder, but Matt’s grip was like iron, and his slow, trance-like movements didn’t falter. The air was thick with tension, the quiet hum of the fridge the only sound as Andrew realized, too late, that Matt wasn’t just sleepwalking.

He was hungry.

Andrew’s heart slammed in his chest as Matt’s grip tightened around his wrist. His breath hitched as he watched Matt’s jaw part further, the glisten of his tongue catching what little light remained in the kitchen.

“Matt?” Andrew’s voice cracked, his throat dry. “Matt, what the fuck are you doing?”

Matt didn’t respond, his head dipping slightly as his tongue slid over Andrew’s arm, leaving a wet, hot trail along his skin. The sensation made Andrew recoil, a sickening mix of fear and confusion twisting in his gut. The warm, slick press of Matt’s mouth closed around his hand, the wetness enveloping him inch by inch.

“Dude. DUDE!” Andrew yelped, his voice rising in pitch as he yanked at his arm. But Matt’s grip was unyielding, pulling him further in as his lips sealed around Andrew’s forearm.

Andrew’s panic flared. “Okay, okay, stop. You’re—you’re fucking sleepeating, man.” His voice wavered, fear lacing every word. “I’m not the food you’re looking for.”

Matt didn’t flinch. His throat emitted a low, almost guttural moan as he sucked harder, the heat of his mouth traveling up Andrew’s arm. Andrew froze, the realization slamming into him. Matt wasn’t biting. He wasn’t tearing at him like some animal. No, Matt was tasting him, savoring every inch as he worked his way upward.

“You’re not serious,” Andrew whispered, his voice trembling as he felt the first tug of Matt’s throat muscles against his fingers. The slick, rhythmic pressure sent a shiver through him. “Oh my God, you are serious.”

His fear spiked as Matt tilted his head back slightly, his lips creeping past Andrew’s elbow. The tight pull of Matt’s throat was unmistakable now, the wet, swallowing sounds filling the silence. Andrew thrashed, his free hand shoving at Matt’s shoulder, his legs scrambling against the tile.

The realization hit Andrew like a brick: He’s not going to chew. He’s—he’s actually swallowing me whole.

“Let go! Fuck, Matt, stop!” Andrew yelled, his voice cracking as he pushed against Matt’s solid frame. But Matt didn’t even flinch. His other hand reached out, grabbing Andrew’s free arm and pinning it firmly at his side.

“Matt, wake up! Wake the fuck up!” Andrew’s voice was frantic now, his breathing shallow as he realized he wasn’t winning this fight. The heat of Matt’s mouth climbed higher, engulfing his bicep as his throat worked in steady, deliberate gulps.

The sound of swallowing filled Andrew’s ears, wet and unrelenting. Each gulp sent a wave of pressure rolling over his arm, pulling him deeper. The slick walls of Matt’s throat pressed tightly against his skin, the heat unbearable, as though the demon vacuum of a friend was actually pulling this off.

“No—no way,” Andrew gasped, his voice shaking as he felt his shoulder press against Matt’s lips. “You can’t—you can’t actually—” He cut off with a yelp as Matt’s jaws stretched wider, the grip around his other arm tightening as it was shoved forward to join the first.

Matt’s body shuddered, his throat rippling as he moaned softly, the sound sending a sick chill down Andrew’s spine. Andrew squirmed harder, kicking out in blind panic, but Matt’s sheer size and strength made resistance feel hopeless.

Matt’s mouth stretched further, the slick wetness of his tongue sliding up Andrew’s arms and across his collarbone. A hot, humid wave of air rushed over Andrew’s face as his head was pulled inside, the suffocating heat making his skin prickle. His heart hammered wildly as his cheek grazed one of Matt’s teeth, smooth and solid, before his tongue pressed firmly against his jawline, dragging upward.

The texture was overwhelming—slick, wet, and unnervingly soft as Matt’s tongue worked under his chin, tasting him with deliberate, almost indulgent motions. Andrew’s nose was filled with the overpowering scent of saliva mixed with the faint, salty tang of whatever Matt had been eating earlier. The smell was thick, clinging to him, and the wet sounds of Matt’s swallowing filled his ears, drowning out his frantic thoughts.

Andrew’s head tipped back as Matt’s tongue curled up around it, smearing saliva through his hair, the wetness soaking into every strand. The pressure from Matt’s teeth framed him on either side, the curve of them brushing harmlessly against his skin, a terrifying reminder of the power being exercised with such unnatural care. The rhythmic movements of Matt’s throat muscles began to pull at him, the slick walls of his gullet brushing against the top of Andrew’s head.

Matt’s throat opened wide to welcome Andrew’s head, the slick, rippling walls pulling him deeper with a relentless rhythm. The heat was overwhelming, wrapping around his face as his chin slid past the soft, yielding base of Matt’s tongue. Andrew’s breath came in shallow gasps, the humid air thick with saliva as his ears were engulfed, the world outside muffled into nothing but the wet, squelching sounds of Matt’s swallowing.

“Matt! Please!” Andrew’s voice cracked, the reality of his situation slamming into him. He wasn’t just being tasted. Matt was swallowing him whole, his slick, warm throat stretching to accommodate him inch by inch.

With a soft, satisfied moan, Matt’s lips closed over the base of Andrew’s neck, his tongue pressing firmly against his nape as he paused to savor the flavor. The tight grip of Matt’s throat muscles around Andrew’s head was unrelenting, the pressure squeezing his features as the walls flexed in slow, deliberate waves, coaxing him further down into the slick, undulating depths of Matt’s body.

Andrew’s chest heaved as his shoulders disappeared past Matt’s lips, the overwhelming heat and wetness pressing against him from all sides. The rhythmic contractions of Matt’s throat dragged him deeper, his body sliding slowly but steadily downward.

“Let me go! You can’t—stop!” Andrew cried, his voice muffled now as Matt’s throat worked around his upper body, pulling him further inside. His head tilted back instinctively, his face brushing against the slick walls as he tried to find space to breathe.

Matt’s hands moved down, gripping Andrew’s waist as he adjusted his angle, tilting his head back even further. The motion sent Andrew sliding another few inches downward, the wet pressure of Matt’s throat wrapping tighter around him.

Andrew’s voice was hoarse now, his struggles growing weaker as Matt’s stomach loomed closer. He kicked out again, his legs finding no purchase as the strength of Matt’s throat muscles overpowered him.

Matt’s moan was louder this time, his hands gripping Andrew’s hips firmly as he tilted his head back once more, his jaws working over the final stretch of Andrew’s torso. The wet gulping sounds grew louder, more insistent, as Matt’s body adjusted to the bulk now sliding into his belly.

Andrew’s heart pounded wildly as the realization hit him in full force: Matt wasn’t stopping. He wasn’t waking up. And soon, he would be completely inside.

Matt’s lips stretched wide as Andrew’s chest passed through, the tight heat of his throat squeezing Andrew’s arms together and forcing them deeper into the belly below. The slick walls of Matt’s esophagus massaged him downward, inch by inch, the steady, relentless contractions making Andrew’s struggles futile. His muffled voice rose in panicked protests, but the pressure around him drowned out all but faint, garbled sounds.

Andrew’s wrists were the first to breach the stomach, the shift in temperature unmistakable as his hands entered a tight, churning space. The walls were slick and undulating, pressing in on him with rhythmic movements that kept him immobilized. His fingers twitched, brushing against half-digested food, the texture both slimy and unrecognizable. Crumbs of chips, something soft that might have been bread—it all surrounded him in the claustrophobic chamber.

“Matt!” Andrew’s muffled voice wavered, his wrists flicking helplessly as he tried to push back against the walls, but the unyielding stomach held him tight. The low gurgling noises grew louder, echoing in his ears as Matt’s body welcomed more of him inside.

From the outside, Matt’s stomach began to expand visibly, the taut skin rounding out with each inch of Andrew’s upper body. The bulge of his shoulders slid into Matt’s chest, making his throat stretch impossibly wide for a moment before the mass moved downward. Matt’s belly swelled larger, the distinct outline of Andrew’s arms faintly visible beneath the skin before they were engulfed by the folds of Matt’s stomach.

With another deep swallow, Matt worked past Andrew’s waist, his powerful throat muscles dragging him down steadily. Andrew’s head and shoulders entered the belly, the space impossibly tight as the walls pressed against him from all sides. He could feel the heat intensify, the air thick and humid, the noises of digestion surrounding him in a way that made it impossible to think.

“Matt! Let me—ugh—out!” Andrew’s voice was barely audible now, his movements weak and restricted as Matt’s stomach continued to stretch. The taut curve of Matt’s belly shifted with Andrew’s struggles, faint ripples moving across the surface as Matt leaned back slightly, savoring the sensation of fullness.

The bulge of Andrew’s hips reached Matt’s lips, and with one final, deliberate gulp, Matt began to take in his legs. The weight in his stomach grew heavier with each inch, the mass pressing firmly outward and rounding his belly into a large, pronounced dome. The elastic waistband of his shorts struggled to stay in place, the fabric digging into the curve of his swollen abdomen.

Andrew’s feet kicked faintly as they slid closer to Matt’s maw, but the demon vacuum of a friend was unrelenting. Another deep swallow brought Andrew’s thighs past his lips, and with a final, wet gulp, Matt’s jaws closed over Andrew’s feet. He tilted his head back one last time, his throat bulging as the remaining length of Andrew disappeared inside him.

The last of Andrew slid down, his curled legs folding into the cramped confines of Matt’s belly. The stomach expanded further, the tight skin visibly rippling as Andrew shifted and pushed against the walls. From the outside, Matt’s gut was enormous, the round shape jutting forward and shaking slightly with Andrew’s struggles. The once-faint sounds of digestion were now louder, a chorus of gurgles and sloshes as Matt’s stomach worked to accommodate its living occupant.

Matt let out a low, satisfied groan, his hands resting on the massive swell of his belly. The weight pressed down on his thighs as he adjusted his position, leaning back slightly against the counter. His fingers traced the outline of the bulge, faintly visible movements beneath the surface making him chuckle softly in his sleep.

Inside, Andrew squirmed, his body contorted in the tight, sweltering chamber. The heat and pressure were overwhelming, the rhythmic contractions of Matt’s stomach keeping him firmly in place. His muffled protests barely registered as Matt shifted, patting his belly with one hand, causing the entire dome to jiggle slightly.

From the outside, Matt’s gut was impossibly round, shaking faintly as Andrew’s movements stirred the contents within. The sight was surreal—a massive, bloated belly rising and falling with Matt’s steady breaths, the occasional ripple betraying the fact that someone was still awake and aware inside. With a faint snore, Matt leaned back further, completely oblivious to the chaos within his oversized stomach as the night stretched on.

The sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting golden streaks across the living room as the soft murmur of the TV played in the background. Most of the group had already gathered, sprawled across the couches and chairs in various states of morning grogginess. The smell of coffee lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the scent of leftover snacks from the night before.

“Dude, you have to see this,” Greg said, barely stifling his laughter as he pointed toward the couch. “Matt’s… uh, looking a little heavier this morning.”

Zach, sipping from a steaming mug, leaned over the back of his chair and raised an eyebrow. “Holy shit, Matt. You pack the fridge in there or what?”

All eyes turned toward the corner of the room, where Matt sat reclined on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the massive swell of his gut, the other scrolling casually through his phone. His belly was enormous, rounded and taut, rising and falling slightly with his breaths. It shook faintly every few moments, ripples traveling across the surface as muffled movements from inside caused the entire dome to wobble.

“Morning,” Matt said, barely looking up from his phone. His voice was casual, almost bored, as though this were just another day. He gave his belly a light pat, the sound echoing faintly in the room.

“Morning? That’s all you’ve got?” Sarah snorted, her eyes wide as she gestured toward his gut. “Are we not gonna talk about that?”

Matt finally glanced up, his expression unfazed. “Oh, this?” He gave his belly another pat, his hand sinking into the firm curve before it wobbled under his touch. “Yeah. I think I, uh… picked something up last night.”

From within, a faint, muffled voice was just barely audible. “Matt! What the hell’s going on? Let me out!” The bulge shook again, Andrew’s movements sending another ripple through the bloated surface.

“Oh my God, is that Andrew?” Greg burst out laughing, nearly spilling his coffee as he doubled over. “You ate him?”

“I didn’t eat him,” Matt said, his tone defensive but still nonchalant. “I was sleepwalking. He probably shouldn’t have been wandering around anyway.”

“Classic Matt,” Zach said, shaking his head with a grin. He grabbed a bag of chips from the counter and tossed it onto Matt’s belly. The bag bounced slightly before settling. “Can’t keep track of what goes in, huh?”

“Apparently not,” Matt muttered, giving his stomach a gentle rub as it gurgled faintly. Another ripple moved across the surface as Andrew shifted inside, his muffled protests drowned out by the low, groaning sounds of the packed belly.

“You’ll get out eventually, Andrew!” Sarah called out, her voice teasing as she leaned back against the armrest. “It’s just, uh… not as easy getting things out of Matt as it is getting them in.”

The group erupted into laughter, and even Matt couldn’t suppress a small chuckle, his hand absently stroking the round swell of his gut. “Yeah, you might be in there for a bit,” he admitted, his voice casual. “But hey, you seem comfy enough.”

“Comfy?” Andrew’s muffled voice rose again, frustration clear even through the thick walls of Matt’s stomach. “It’s cramped, it’s hot, and I’m—ugh! Stop laughing!”

“Sorry, man,” Zach said, his tone anything but apologetic as he tossed a pillow onto Matt’s stomach. “It’s just… you’re part of the crew now. Matt’s version of a warm welcome.”

Sarah shook her head, grinning. “Andrew, if it makes you feel better, you’re not the first thing Matt’s eaten in his sleep. Just, uh, definitely the biggest.”

Greg chimed in, smirking. “And the loudest. Dude, that belly’s been shaking all morning.”

The group’s laughter filled the room again, and even Andrew seemed to give up on protesting, his movements slowing inside the tight confines of Matt’s stomach. Matt, unbothered, leaned back further into the couch, his phone still in hand as he stretched his legs out lazily.

“Well,” Matt said, his voice calm as ever, “I guess we’re all set for breakfast… and entertainment.”

Another round of laughter erupted, and the room settled into a comfortable rhythm, the group teasing and chatting as Matt lounged with his oversized, animated belly. Andrew shifted slightly inside, grumbling muffled protests, but the group’s lighthearted energy made it clear—this was all just another part of the fun.