#cw gurgling

[turboandfrank1]

Late pizza delivery🍕

⚠️warning⚠️: Kinky and vore

The pizza delivery was very late to deliver Tim but as she hears her door ring and knock at the same time yet? As her and the delivery was having a talked she have no choice but to trick it and devour the pizza delivery again..? Also her boyfriend (Brayden) wasn’t expecting her to Vore it…🍕✨🤤😋

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[one-eyed-imp]

i think the gurglings would make for good pets, and i'll die on that hill. look at em. lil meat furbies. lil baby gremlins. cute girls yearning to taste raw flesh (kitten food works too)

[lewdssyum]

JAKE MATTHEWS | THE MORTUARY COLLECTION

PLAYED BY JACOB ELORDI

[rt-squish]

Now the roles are reversed. This whole sickness arc is as it should be.

Or would be, if I could draw better.

[habitual-creatures]

*DISC0RD finishes its slice of pie, takes the plate into the kitchen, washes it, and returns. It flops over on its side in the nest, snuggling up to a pillow*

00MPH....C0MFY.

~CHA0TICALLY, DISC0RD/🕕

...

[soupwithanaxe]

I think I drank a little expired milk, and my tummy rebelled~ swollen, rumbles loudly, and hurts quite a bit, well, until I vomit, and so I'm a little horny from this~~

[lyteandronix]

some zobie emeto because I felt like it.

CONTENT WARNING: vomit, stomach noises yadda yadda yadda

[teal-fiend]

shy pred 5 (finale)

content: soft vore, fatal vore, digestion, pred POV, observer POV (alternates), unwilling prey

~2.5k words

summary: They settle their differences and celebrate (vague)

“Why haven’t you eaten me yet?” They asked

A didn’t know if they’d get an honest answer. Really, B could say whatever they wanted; how was A supposed to know the difference? A thought they could feel B tense up beside them

“I don’t want to eat you,” B said simply.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,”

“Am I not tasty?” A asked facetiously, “do I smell bad?”

B frowned, and answered with a question, “Do you want me to eat you?”

A hesitated. This was a dangerous question. They had to be careful how they answered this. Because if they were quick to answer no, B might realise that they were terrified. And that might be appealing to them. But they knew they should be honest.

“No, I don’t want you to eat me.” A said, calmly as they were able

“Then we agree.”

“But why?” A pressed,

B sighed quietly, thinking, “I like not having to plan how I’m supposed to hunt,” they said.

“You’re just lazy?

“Maybe,” B said, “but also,” They breathed, “I like the attention I think.” A raised an eyebrow, “what do you mean?” B turned away, “I don’t know, nevermind.” “You like when I bring you prey, though?” “Yeah,” B said

A was satisfied with the conversation. They genuinely didn’t think B planned on eating them. Really, this was the best case scenario; they had immunity now. As long as they didn’t run into any other preds; as long as they stayed with B, they would be safe. A suspected there was a way that predators could sense each other, based on interactions that they’d seen B have. Unfortunately, prey didn’t seem to have this ability. Well, what can you do. Maybe, hopefully, B’s pred energy had rubbed off on them. Because A had interactions with people that they’d never had before this. It was like they saw something in A that wasn’t there. But even before they met B, A had been mistaken for a pred. They fit the stereotype perfectly, the only divergence being that they couldn’t actually consume prey. But B could. They were basically the missing piece in A’s puzzle. And on top of that, they had all but promised not to eat them. To celebrate, A had an idea. They planned it for the following evening. When B asked, they said it was a surprise.

—

B was more nervous than excited when A said they had a surprise for them. What does that even mean, a surprise. Tonight, just be in the apartment tonight That was the plan. Not that B really went out at night anyway; they liked to sleep. And now that A told them who to eat, they didn’t need to hunt at night anymore.

It turns out the surprise wasn’t that interesting anyway. B had taken a shower, and gotten ready for bed. A had gone out and brought home a prey.

Surprise B was actually flattered because this was the first time that A had actually specifically brought prey to them (at least on purpose. Accidents happen, B was trying to move past it). They were just relieved that it wasn’t a bad surprise, even though A could have just told them what was happening.

“Okay, whenever you’re ready,” A said. The prey stood between them, Frozen in place out of fear. B hesitated. They didn’t like to be watched while they were eating. Afterwards, sure, but during the act… it made them feel subconscious. B relayed this to A, and to their surprise, A agreed. “Sure, I’ll come in when you’re done.” Their mouth watered at the sight, and at the scent of the prey. B hadn’t eaten any substitute foods in between their last prey, so their stomach was clenched and aching with hunger. They put a hand on their middle and felt it rumble. Then they looked up at the prey who didn’t look happy but it didn’t matter to B. They were alone now. It was just Them and their food, and A on the other side of the door.

B took the prey’s head into their mouth. Their mouth watered as they tasted the warm skin, salty with sweat. The hair itched at the back of their throat, so they swallowed again and pushed the prey’s head into their throat. B already felt the satisfaction of a full meal even though their stomach was still painfully empty. They relished the stretched feeling in their throat and chest as their prey slipped further down, and shivering when prey started to spill into their hungry stomach. Once they were about halfway through swallowing, they seemed to get a bit stuck. Even when they gulped down hard, the prey only moved down slightly, and their legs were kicking wildly outside, making it impossible to swallow them down. B’s eyes flashed to the locked door, and for a second they regretted leaving A out, because they might have been able to help them get their prey down. But then there was a lull in the prey’s struggles, and B used that opportunity to open their mouth wider, and take them in, to their knees, and from there the meal slid down easily to their stomach.

B was exhausted by the time they were finished, but unfortunately their prey still had a lot of kick in them. That lull in their struggling didn’t mark the end, because the prey was now writhing more than ever, desperate to escape the predator’s stomach before they got digested.

B managed to hobble to the door, holding onto their stomach in a futile attempt to keep it still. They unlocked the door and sat back down on the bed. — There was something A liked about leaving the room with B and the prey inside, and coming back a few minutes later to see B alone on the bed with a full stomach. It added an air of mystery and intrigue - even though they’d seen B consuming prey several times before, they didn’t get to see what they did to this one. And they would never know.

B was sitting on the bed looking more tired than usual, and their stomach was swollen and bumpy, like it usually was after they ate. Their hair was dishevelled and their eyes half lidded and bleary. They looked a bit like a wet rat A grinned. They were so ready for what came next

A rubbed on their belly as the prey fought inside their stomach, thrashing, causing B’s stomach to gurgle in response, and for B to let out a whine of discomfort.

“Come on, digest them,”

“I’m trying,” B hissed, “It takes time.”

A pressed down on B’s writhing middle, trying to smooth out the roughness of it… which was impossible

“You’re upsetting my stomach,”

“I think your stomach can handle it” If it can handle a prey fighting for their life inside of it, “you’re tougher than you look.” But A let off, like B wanted

A removed their hands and sat back, watching B lying on their back, their belly shifting and moving with the prey inside, groaning as it trying to digest a prey that wouldn’t stay still

B’s face was scrunched up in annoyance, looking down at their unruly prey

“Is there anything I can do to help it settle down?” A asked

B breathed heavily, “it just takes time, usually they aren’t so wriggly.”

A thought for a second, “maybe I’ll go get some coffee,”

“… That might help,”

“I’ll also give you some time to relax,” A said, “I think you need a break - from me, just for a few minutes,”

“Okay,”

A took their coat and left the apartment, leaving B

It was almost midnight, but the gas station was open all night, though the cafe was closed. A bought a frozen coffee from the drinks aisle. When they got back to the apartment; back to B’s room, A set the coffee on the bedside table.

A removed the covers hiding B’s belly Their stomach was still and gurgling richly. A ran their hands over the warm, overworked stomach For a prey that was so hyper, it was now very quiet. And B could finally relax into their meal.

“How does it feel”

“My prey is a lot more manageable now.”

“Your prey?”

B blushed

“You think they belong to you?” A said,

A placed their hands on B’s stomach,

“Don't be shy”

B reached out and gently cupped the back of A’s head - and pressed A’s head to their stomach, so that their ear was squished up against their soft and warm belly flesh. They could hear the gurgling and bubbling right underneath B’s skin, they could even hear a faint and quick heartbeat. They could hear B breathe through their lungs, and they could hear the contents of their stomach shifting with each breath. It sounded so close, They realised this is what it would sound like to be inside B’s stomach That thought made them pull back for a moment. A forced themself to relax, and so rested their chin on B’s middle, feeling it rumble underneath. A had to remember that they weren’t inside B’s stomach, and that they wouldn’t even be inside B’s stomach. They closed their eyes and relaxed for a moment, before sitting up, and continuing to massage B’s abdomen

it looked so innocent from here. so round, soft and gentle looking. but really, it was the most dangerous thing a prey could be faced with. a predator’s stomach. A never imagined they’d get close enough to a pred to be able to touch their belly. they never thought that they would want to, but now they did. They liked how it felt, on a physical level. It was warm and big and it made funny noises - but they also were obsessed with what it represented. Which was the power, at its most rudimentary, it’s most primal; it was the power that a predator has over their prey. And what made it even better was that it was just B. The awkward, shy, unassertive B The reality was, a predator wasn’t a bully, or a terrifying monster or a cocky asshole. It was just B, naturally, instinctually, it was who they were, without any of the paratext or the substitutions. It wasn’t miraculous or impressive, and it wasn’t even that scary. It was just B here on their bed, none of the bravado or intimidation but all the same in the process of digesting their prey, just like predators have been doing since the beginning of life itself. Maybe in simpler terms,even against the perfect hegemonic ideal of what a pred should look like, B could achieve the exact same result. and A was witnessing the result, as close as only a few prey had ever gotten. They felt a spike of anxiety again when they realised what kind of danger they were in

It was full though, the stomach. It was very obviously full, which also meant that it was safe. it would be a different story if it were empty. A wondered if they would try rubbing B's belly when they were hungry. Surely that wouldn't be a good idea. But the idea was enticing - playing with fire, everyone liked to play with fire. It's exhilarating, and the risk is what made it fun. maybe if they fed B directly afterwards, it wouldn’t be so risky.

— B noticed that A was a bit antsy as they messed around with their stomach. B supposed that was because it was the first time they’d actually seen B up close after they’d eaten. They had seen B eat before, but often it was in a public space, and it was always from afar. A’s anxiousness made more sense when B remembered that they were prey. Watching one of their own kind get digested up close and in detail must be pretty scary. Even though it was A’s idea. B didn’t really see A as prey. They supposed they saw them as a predator. Or they didn’t think about it at all. Because A didn’t seem like prey, even if they were. They didn’t trigger hunger from B when they were around, although B was usually adequately fed when they were together. B could tell that A wasn’t a predator though. But still, they weren’t appetising to B in the way that many other prey were. Maybe A was right, they just weren’t tasty But B had never tasted a before… they didn’t want to either. They liked A, so they didn’t want to try to actively work up an appetite for them. And besides, they had a personal rule not to eat anyone they interacted with daily; it made things too complicated otherwise.

Furthermore, and most importantly (at least most importantly for B at the moment), they were really enjoying the belly rub. If B just did it themself, they'd have to stop because they'd get too tired. But now B could lie back against the pillow and enjoy as A pressed down on their stomach, smoothing it out, giving it attention.

They thought about how A might feel, giving a pred a belly rub. It made sense for a pred to do it for another pred, because it was also almost like they were on the same team. b wondered if A felt like they were betraying their own kind, by helping B digest one of their fellow prey. But then, they had been sacrificing prey basically since the beginning of their relationship, and A hadn’t shown any remorse for it.

The other thing was that preds knew what it felt like. A did not know what this felt like, and B didn't want to tell them, mostly because they were afraid they would be made fun of. But it genuinely was one of the best feelings in the world. Consuming and digesting prey was the highlight of B's life, and the massage during the process just added to it.

It was blissful, there was no other way to describe it. Their entire body was relaxed from the meal, and all of their energy was going to their stomach, so the rest of B felt very passive and unimportant. Their brain didn't have many thoughts except for the prey in their stomach and A's hands working to help it digest

It was a team effort. And B was content with that. Eventually A pulled the covers up over B and told them “goodnight” before turning the lights off. They could feel A’s eyes on them for a moment as they drifted off into sleep.

[muutosarchive]

William was pressed as close to Henry as he could reasonably manage, hands wandering down his sides as he pressed his open mouth to his neck in a trail of messy kisses. It was all so needy, paused only to lean back and catch Henry's lips with his own. The taste of smoke still lingered on William's tongue from his prior cigarette break. Only when he broke that kiss did he finally speak: "We're alone." A grin was growing on his face. "You could bend me over your desk and it would be just our dirty little secret. So, what are you waiting for?" ( WHY is this just william begging for attention fdksfhfdljsa / @spring-lxcked )

@spring-lxcked

𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤. never knows. william puts him away, turns tail & henry just... moves on. or tries his best to. because that's what he does. swallow shit & keep on moving. zoning out in daydreams he'll forever deny, faraway to keep from thinking -- or from letting himself feel too much. he's a bottler, & eventually all of that is going to come spilling into william's lap. one day he'll trust him that fraction over the line, & he will 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. however, today is not that day. today he allows. today he lets the electricity cling to his fingers. locked upon william's waist, tugging him even closer through his clothes. henry's desperation subtle, but apparent in his wide tilt exposing his throat. a leg hitching around william's to keep him close.

heavy weight of henry's head remains tilted forth with his eyes closed, & brows narrowed in concentration. he can't give the sonuvabitch to much leeway, can he?

his head instinctively leans up.. grunting low yet gruffly into the man's mouth, while pressing his tongue against will's with a lazy moan. elicited at the very taste of that cigarette. [...] always so distinct. like himself. all square jaw, cleft chin.. handsome features under stubble & a haphazard, shaggy haircut. manly, stocky & a bit short, with a grease smell clinging to him. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. leg stuttering down as he grabs fist-fulls of the engineer's shirt. trying to avoid looking at him so closely.

his breath comes hot in a chuckle. "goddammit. you just don't let up do you?" he asks. "but... don't mind if i take you up on that. now that you've gone & riled me up...." he reaches up & grips will's collar, before giving it a tug. pressing the body against his a bit firmer.

"i think the question is, what are you waiting for [...] friend? unless you expect me to do all the work, around here." whispered hot & firm into his ear, he lets go of the collar with another soft chuckle. it comes off confident, because henry always is. with himself. is he starting to get a hang of this domineering thing?

"you know. i think i like you desperate." [...] "go."

[turboandfrank1]

The little Devils Mistakes (comic dub) /w Voiceacting

[dmitriene]

cw: obsession, friends with benefits.

simon riley gets rid of any men you choose to date, be it some youthful boy with charming words or older man with harsher voice and big plans, he makes sure they all go missing, have a taste of the forbidden fruit, of your company, before he gets rid of their existence, enough for you to think that they just ghosting you, to make you go back to simon.

needy, depraved of the attention you seek, constantly dolled up, all sugary smiles and chirping voice, but simon always the one to get the leftovers, get to you when there's no one else around, when you already been mapped by someone's else hands, scarlet blooming marks, disgusting scent of strong cologne, but that's when he gets to see you real, fully bare.

hiccuping saccharine sounds, sweet on his tongue when simon licks them with biting kisses, lapping on the drool that dribbles down your chin, as he helps you to bounce on his cock, to take, fill that gaping hole inside of you, the greedy pussy of yours, all soaked wet with oozing, squelching slick, coating the suppleness of your thighs and his veiny, spasming cock.

messy, as your juices drip all the way down to simon's drawn up balls, heavy with his potent load, as you gurgle in his swollen, rosy lips and suck at his tongue, taking, fucking yourself harder with tight, buckling circles of your hips, gummy walls snug and pulsing rapidly, blazing hot with your approaching orgasm as you sob out his name, tearing at his skin with your manicured nails.

simon creams your pussy, floods you full of his thick, milky cum until it's oozes out in frothy globs, mixed with your own fluids, all tacky and filthy as it drips onto your cotton sheets, and it's seates you, makes you all hazy in your post orgasmic state, hands wrapped around his neck, nuzzling, and little you know that you wouldn't be able to dump him again as a friend in the morning.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[shuosen]

gojo satoru x top! amab! reader

cw: slight degradation, hair pulling, blowjob (r), slight choking, slapping if you squint, overstim?, stomach bulge

there was a very, very thin line between lust and fear that many don’t realize they’ve traveled. they stand to wonder if the shivers that wrack their body are from desire, or terror. Gojo Satoru, is not afraid of anything. he is the strongest, he knows he is the strongest. his confidence and strength has gotten him to where he is today- where is he?

he wants to say he’s currently wooing a woman, that he’s in a fight, and of course winning, but he cant. he cant say he’s out doing badass shit- hell, he can’t say anything at all. not with your cock stuffed down his throat, pulsing veins pressing against his flat tongue that struggles to maneuver across the girth of your member.

his large, strong hands shake helplessly in the air before he lays them on his thighs, gripping the familiar texture of his uniform. his eyes twitch before shutting tight, attempting to keep the tears in his eyes from falling, because gojo satoru does not cry.

he’s struggling to keep it together and you chuckle with as much amusement as one can manage, watching him flinch when the tight hand in his hair tugs harder. he wonders if this is what fear feels like, because surely this powerful feeling dwelling in his stomach and producing full body reactions is not lust. surely he is not lusting this hard for his colleague, and his friend.

your predatory eyes glaze over as he chokes on your cock, and you grip his hair at his scalp, thrusting into his throat and you’re sure you’ve successfully made any and all thoughts flee from his mind.

“you liking this, baby? hm? does my cock in your throat feel good?”

the only response you get are gurgles and useless whines as your cock and his spit clog his mouth, and you just have to grin at your hard work, finding pride in reducing ‘the strongest’ to a whore and a hole.

“thas’ right.. hu- fuck.” you mumble, rolling your hips into his mouth, listening as he chokes and gags each time your head presses into the back of his throat. It’s sloppy, he doesn’t know how to use his mouth for this kind of thing, but his throat closes around you with every gag and every sob he lets out, and he’s making you feel good even with no experience. you just think he is so pretty like this, face all red and messy, but you’re also sure he’ll be even prettier once you stretch him out and fill him up, and you know his noises will be music to your ears when you’re finally able to fuck him, so you pull out, taking advantage of his dazed state, listening to him sputter as you slap your cockhead on his lips.

“get up.” you order, grabbing his arm and aiding him to his feet, before shoving his face into the bed you were previously sitting on, listening as he gasps a deep breath. you waste no time grabbing both of his wrists with one hand while the other yanks his pants and underwear down to his thighs. the sudden movement makes him twitch in surprise, his fingers curling into his palms, a noise between a gasp and a groan leaving his lips as you manhandle his hips, moving him to your liking freely.

“shit, wait!” gojo stumbles over his words, trying to push his hips down and away from your hands, the snap sound of the lube cap somewhat ominous to his muddled brain.

“what?” you ask, bending yourself over his back, resting your chin against his shoulder and letting go of his wrists in favor of pulling his chin up from the bedsheets. “you want me to stop?”

he freezes at the question, something akin to a sob falling from his lips, because he didnt expect you to ask that and he sure as hell doesnt have an answer. if he says no, would that be stripping him of his pride? he’s a man with much dignity and little femininity. if he say’s no, he’s allowing himself to be fucked, which means he can no longer deny the lust and the longing for you, for your cock, but if he says yes, you’ll leave him here- his own member dripping and lonely, your burning touch fading from his body- and with a broken whine, he comes to the conclusion that the former is the better choice, letting himself go slack in your hold.

“no..”

“good boy.” you grin, and he flinches at the cold temperature of the lube pouring onto his hole.

it’s been hours- gojo thinks. hours since you first began prepping him, fingers sinking into his tight hole, stretching it beyond what he thought it could be, hours since you first sank into him, hours since your cock first grazed his prostate, and hours since his descent into becoming a brain dead cock whore began.

“A-auhhg! f-fuck! fuck!” He cries, his noises so loud that they almost drown out the slap of your hips against his ass and thighs, the reddening of them just one aspect of proof of how long you’ve been rutting into him. you wanted to be slow with him, treat him nicely and slowly unfold him beneath you, but these noises, seeing your cock disappear everytime you sink in, and the way his back arches was too good to resist.

you fucked into him harshly and deeply, your red, burning cock bruising his sweet spot with every sharp piston of your hips into his sloppy hole. he’s completely given up trying to save his image, the way he cries and moans and kicks as you take him is clear of that. he no longer cares about anything but you ruining his pretty, puffy hole.

the pace of your hips is so fast, and so rough that he cant register the difference between your thrusts in and your slides out, and he cant do anything but scream, his noises a mix of words, letters, and maybe your name.

through your own groans and puffs of air, you chuckle, something that sounds demeaning to his ears and he shrivels, a loud “n-no!” echoing through the small room, but neither of you know what he’s addressing.

“what’s wrong?” you huff, adjusting your grip on his waist, and leaning forward for a new angle. “HCK- Sh- Ughk!” he chokes, stuffing his face forward into the sheets and you click your tongue, moving your hand around, and pulling him up along with you by his neck, your fingertips squeezing the sides.

“i asked you a question, toru. you too fucked out to answer me properly?”

his breathing is heavy and labored and you laugh at his pathetic state once again. “whatever,” you mumble, letting go of his neck, allowing his upper body to fall onto the bed. “jus’ means im doin’ a good job.”

you grin, pressing a hand down on his back harshly, forcing an arch as you continue to rut into his sloppy hole. gojo yelps under you, his milky thighs shaking with the effort of holding his hips up, his hands gripping onto the sheets beside his head as if they’ll run away. you’re sure he’s cum multiple times untouched now, but every man wants pleasure on his dick, and maybe it was an act of mercy, or maybe it was just your evil mind, but you reached under him, squeezing his cock in your hold, beginning to jerk him off.

at the first feathery touch of your hand, gojo screamed, jolting forward, his legs kicking upwards, desperate hands trying to push yours away from his sensitive, leaking dick as you pound into his hole and jerk him off at the same time. “s-no! shit! cant!”

“you can.” your sentence is punctuated by a slap on his ass and his whole body jumps, his shoulders shaking as he curls into himself, and he looks small.

your thumb rubs over his tip continuously, and his hips buck so harshly your forced to let go, and your hand brushes over his stomach, feeling something that makes your hips stutter, almost pausing in their ministrations.

“fuh-fuck.. ‘toru, no way.” you laugh, bringing him up so his back is flush with your chest and you peer over his shoulder, delivering one deep, harsh thrust into him, confirming the cock bulge in his defined stomach.

a groan erupts from your throat, and theres no time wasted before your pressing him into the bed with your back and your hips, fucking his hole again, but this time- your sly hands rub his stomach, before pressing down with force, right where your cock is, and gojo squeals, his voice high pitched, desperate and messy like a common street whores.

the sound tips you over, your pace slowing, and gojo, as spent as he is, breathes a sigh of relief, taking deep breathes in, before pressing his hand against your abdomen, trying to push your cock out.

“oh? we aren’t done so soon..”

please like and reblog to show your support! this is my first piece of writing, and english is my second language, so i’m a little worried about how its come out. thank you! <3

[habitual-creatures]

*somehow manages to snap fingers, poof sedated Kevin/Observer, glaring at IDOL*

…I feel like that isn’t true, but regardless hush…

...

[konigsblog]

simon riley with a petite reader.

tw/cw; reader is described to have small breasts, size difference/kink, afab!gn!reader. MDNI 18+

simon riley is infatuated with your size difference. he loves the fact that he can lift you with ease and fuck you against the wall or bent over the kitchen countertop. he obsesses over the fact that he can fit his entire large hand around your small breast, playing with your nipples between two rough fingers. he enjoys overstimulating you until you're nothing but a stupid whore ready to be used for hours, the look of delirium plastered all over your face.

simon enjoys when you jerk him off, replacing his large hand with your own. he prefers your hands more than his own for a plethora of different reasons. whether that be because of the softness—especially in contrast to the texture of his skin, calloused and scarred—or the size difference and how you struggle to wrap your small fingers around his girthy shaft, using both your hands while he leans back and relaxes, a cigarette held between his pearly teeth, blowing grey nicotine clouds into your silly face.

“look at you, darlin’, keep going.” he caresses your jaw tenderly while you suck him off, his large hand cupping the crown of your skull to guide you the entire time. you look so desperate and zealous to please him, swallowing every inch of his girthy, thick cock while attempting to prevent yourself from gagging and gurgling around his meaty, slick cock.

another thing that simon enjoys about your size difference is how he can fill you with his calloused, thick fingers and watch as you pant like a mutt in heat, struggling to take all three fingers at once. you feel as simon slides them inside your swollen folds until they're coated in your sweet arousal, pumping them with a cruel and playful smirk plastered on his stupid mug.

“there we go..—that’s it, that’s it. look at me, little one—look at me while i play with that perfect, sweet cunt.”

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

*NSFW* How to train your pet Human pt. 3 (Yandere!Alien x GN!Reader)

CW: Dub-con, mild psychological distress, mind break, dead dove fic

Part 1, part 2

Kirtch slumped over his friend's standing chair, miserable and mopey.

A tall creature, taller than even Kirtch, sighed dramatically, sauntering around their depressed friend with a smaller horned being crawling behind them.

"I don't understand what I'm doing wrong." Kirtch whined pathetically in Jaudna's native tongue. Jaudna made a gurgling sound with the soft spot on their head, the closest human equivalent being someone rolling their eyes. They sprawled across their lounging seat, motioning for their pet to stay on his knees.

"I'll tell you exactly what you've done wrong. You pampered them too much."

"I punish them!"

"You punished them for their escape attempt. That was it. You've allowed your pet to test your authority in plenty of ways after that."

The man on his knees pleaded with his eyes to be let up, but stayed perfectly still, like he wasn't alive. Kirtch noted Jaudna's pet's demeanor with discomfort. That discomfort only lasted until he imagined (Reader) in that same position, looking up at him with their large dewy eyes, waiting so patiently to be held by him... his discomfort was replaced by jealousy.

"You don't understand, (Reader's) such a sweet little pet, and whenever they struggle they're so cute about it. I just can't understand why they aren't happy."

"Humans' minds are incredibly flawed. According to the few psychological texts I have gotten my claws on over the years, their memory is not set in stone like ours, it is fickle and easily manipulated. One of my books referenced a case in the nation called 'The United States of America' where nearly the entire country fell into panic over an imaginary evil, because a few doctors used a phoney science called 'hypnotism', a practice they believed could help recover forgotten memories, on a bunch of children, but accidentally implanted false memories of abuse, leaving the children traumatized, believing that they had been victims of a horrific occult."

Kirtch looked to his good friend nervously. "Are you implying I do something nefarious to my pet's mind?"

"No, I'm showcasing an example of how stupidly easy it should be to train your pet to love you." They tossed a book into Kirtch's hands, the cover printed with a photograph of a wild looking man, with fluffy hair and dark, hateful eyes. "Hypnotism isn't the only creative way humans have learned to reprogram each other."

Kirtch almost threw the book back, but saw Jaudna's unnamed pet still sitting so patiently for his master, and the pain in his body where his heart may have been throbbed again. "Thank you.. Jaudna."

(Reader) had waited for what they assumed to be well over an Earth day, alone in Kirtch's quarters, waiting for his return. The only company they received were the employees who brought their meals, speaking down at them in a language they didn't know, but could understand the disgust. It had been over a month since their fight with Kirtch. Every day since had been nothing but hell, feeling like their heart had been ripped out, they laid in their bed cage, only moving when necessary, allowing themselves to hide away inside their own mind.

The main door opened again, and (Reader) could hear Kirtch's long, graceful steps as he passed through the study and into the bedroom. "(Reader)? Are you still in bed?"

In an act of defiance, (Reader) kept their mouth shut, pulling the blanket tighter around their shoulders. But it was of little use, as Kirtch easily lifted their purposefully dead weighted body out of the bed.

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long, pet, but I had to see an old friend for advice." He carried (Reader) back to his desk, sitting them in his lap, fighting to hold them upright as they flopped about limply. "(Reader), please sit up so I can take off your shirt."

He began working on the wrists, the intricate metal cuffs with multiple buttons that almost acted like locks, and (Reader) subtly straightened their back to give him better access to the neck corset thing, thankful to finally have it off for a couple hours at least. (Reader) had grown to find it somewhat elegant the past few months, but it still was an incredible pain in the ass.

Feeling the air on their neck was bliss, and (Reader) immediately ran their fingers over their skin. (Reader) breathed a deep sigh, relaxing their body unintentionally. But almost as soon as their hands left their throat, a new collar was latched into place, a loud mechanism clicking as it tightened, stabbing the back of their neck with what felt like a fixed needle.

(Reader) cried out in pain, sprawling out their limbs on reflex, pushing themselves out of Kirtch's embrace and onto the floor, lying naked on their knees as they clawed at the collar, desperate to relieve the pain.

"What?? Why?" Their voice was barely audible through their sobs.

"I'm so sorry my pet, the pain will end soon, wait-" Kirtch pushed a button on what looked like a remote, and (Reader) could physically feel the rush of liquid enter their body, then the pain lightened, leaving (Reader) almost euphoric in it's absence.

"What is this? Why did you do this?" Betrayal laced their tone, and Kirtch looked almost on the verge of tears, but he stood still, refusing his urge to scoop up his little pet and beg for forgiveness.

"I know now that I didn't train you correctly, and for that I am sorry. I've given you too much leeway, and that is why you've been so unhappy." He took a ragged breath, thumbing the controller as he thought out his words. "I didn't want to do this, but I care about your happiness. This is for the best."

"So you put a shock collar on me?" (Reader) asked incredulously, spitting venom.

"No, nothing barbaric like that!" Kirtch looked hurt, flinching as he almost dropped onto his knees to comfort (Reader). "I just need to convince you that you're happy here with me, just as I did the first night you were here, to help you release your stress."

(Reader) remembered the shot he gave them, that first night when Kirtch used a toy to get them off, the hormones he artificially added to their body to make them feel pleasure, and then thought about the pain in the back of their neck. The color drained from their face. There were only two options; plead or double down.

"You can manipulate me all you like, I'll never be happy here." A tear escaped as (Reader) transformed their hurt into anger. "I deserve someone who will love me, not as a pet, but as an equal. Because I am a human fucking being. And we have partnerships. We don't jack off our pets, we do not love our pets like we love the people we have sex with, because that- that is not okay! Why did you.." (Reader) couldn't stop themselves from crying, looking up to try to at least slow the waterworks.

The silence between them was loud. (Reader) turned away, wiping away their snot with their bare arms.

"Pet, noun; a domestic or tamed animal kept for companionship or pleasure. Adjective; denoting a thing that one devotes special attention to or feels particularly strongly about." (Reader) looked up, horrified. "Your's may not be my first language, but I feel I had a pretty decent grasp on my understanding of what a pet is."

Kirtch placed a hand over his face to hide his expression.

"You'll be happier once this is all over. I promise."

"You son of a-!" (Reader) couldn't finish their sentence, more fluid passed into their spine, followed by an immediate sense of emptiness. Extreme anxiety flooded their body, causing severe stomach pain almost instantly. They collapsed, holding onto their midsection, their bare skin clammy. "What? Why?"

"No more talking back to me, pet." Kirtch kept his voice steady.

(Reader) cried out, rapidly becoming exhausted from heavy nothingness filling their body. "Please.. stop.."

Kirtch nodded, appearing relieved. He pushed another button, and the emptiness ebbed away, leaving (Reader) numb.

"I don't understand why you're doing this." (Reader) weakly grumbled, too tired to pick themselves up.

"Because I want you to be happy."

"I'll never be happy with you."

"Why?"

"Because! I deserve to be loved!"

"I love you-"

"Fucking liar." (Reader) snarled, knowing that this would cause them to be punished again, but needing to get in the last word. Kirtch looked so miserable, so crushed by (Reader's) words, but they felt vindicated by his pain. They needed to twist the knife deeper.

He smiled, so sadly, and grabbed a blanket, bending onto one knee as he covered his pet. "I love you, (Reader)."

Their heart clenched, and their face flushed. Immediately they searched his hands for the remote. "S-stop that."

"I love you."

Chemicals pumped into their neck, making (Reader) feverish and causing their thighs to ache. Their breath hitched, and tears of betrayal escaped. "I hate you."

"I know."

More pain gripped their throat, regret causing physical discomfort. "Why are you doing this?"

His smooth shelled fingers caressed their jaw, tenderly cradling (Reader's) face as though he needed them. Kirtch's touch sent shivers across (Reader's) skin, and they couldn't tell if it was because of the collar or their loneliness, but they wanted to pull him closer, make him touch them more.

"I will live for much longer than you. I will watch you grown old, and die. Even then, I will still love you. You are the most incredible creature I've ever met. I don't mind if you push me away, and slap at me. I just want you to be happy, at least most of the time." His head grew closer, his hardened face almost brushing (Reader's). "Let me make you happy."

'I need to fight back. Make him pay! I'm practically a slave! He bought me! I'll never see my family again because of him!'

(Reader) leaned forward, mind melting through their ears from the intense heat, and smashed their lips onto where his should have been.

All rational thoughts were drowned out by the intense need. They needed him, his love. (Reader) was aware of the sound of buttons clicking, but they couldn't stop, crawling onto Kirtch's body, feeling the edges of his joints scraping their back as his hands hungrily roamed their body, wanting to touch everything.

They would have felt ashamed, knowing how aroused they were, their exposed body touching Kirtch's stomach. Sweat was clinging to (Reader's) skin, and their eyes drooped stupidly. The only thing they could think of was relieving themselves, and wanting to see Kirtch relieved as well.

"Are you going to fuck me?" (Reader) whined between wet kisses, drunk on his touches.

"I will, if you want me to."

Their mood shifted, frustration beginning to surface again. "No. If you love me, wouldn't you want me?"

Kirtch sighed, fiddling with the remote behind (Reader's) back. "I do not have the same nervous system as humans do. We only engage in sexual acts for the purpose of procreation."

Shame shocked (Reader), sobering them up instantly. "Oh. I- I am so sorry." (Reader) moved to get off of Kirtch, but was held in place by the much stronger being.

"I will, to make you happy."

"No, I'm sorry! It won't make me happy knowing you aren't feeling good. I'm-I'm sorry, please let me go."

Kirtch pressed the button again, watching his pet's face darken and their mouth go from frightened to slack jawed. "Knowing you are feeling pleasure, from me, and only me, will bring me more joy than I can express." His cloak was ripped away, revealing his gorgeously colored exoskeleton. Kirtch gripped (Reader's) face tighter, forcing his blue tongue deep into their mouth, bursting with pride at the sounds (Reader) was making.

"What do you want me to do?" Kirtch asked, not intending on sounding like he was teasing them, but Kirtch craved the sound of their voice begging him.

"Please.." (Reader) swallowed their drool, feeling the hormones pumping into their brain, but too horny to care. "Please fuck me."

The spot on his pelvis where a human's genitals would be split open and a long, slimy cock revealed itself, growing behind (Reader's) back to a horrifying size. (Reader) only became aware of his erection when it fell forward, slapping against (Reader's) ass and lower back. In their intoxicated state, they turned back to look at what had suddenly touched them, and their eyes grew large in surprise. "Is that..? That's too big..."

Off balance and tipsy, (Reader) turned around, still sitting on Kirtch's abdomen, so that they were facing his exposed dick, and touched it experimentally. It was ridiculously huge, but because of the hormones being injected into (Reader's) neck, they were ravenous, using both hands to pump up and down on the shaft as they stuck the thin tipped head into their mouth, tasting Kirtch passionately. Kirtch was beyond elated, watching his precious pet so needy for him.

Kirtch picked (Reader) up, moaning at the popping sound as he pulled their mouth away from his body, seeing nothing but love in (Reader's) eyes as he spun them back to face him, and slowly began lowering (Reader) onto his naturally lubricated member. "Keep looking at me."

(Reader's) mind was hazy, and it felt like they were about to die, saliva and alien fluids leaking out their mouth and down their chin. Their internal voice had gone silent, the amount of tampering that had been done to their brain left (Reader) devoid of rational thought and intellect. "Yes sir." They barely got the words out as Kirtch entered their body, sliding into their needy little hole easily and without resistance, ramming himself in so their pelvis smacked into his shell with a wet plop, bringing (Reader) to a climax just from entering.

"Smile for me, pet." Kirtch cooed joyfully, loving how (Reader's) body spasmed, before slowly lifting them up, revealing the trail of their combined wetness stretching between their reproductive organs.

(Reader) smiled, reacting on autopilot as they rode out their orgasm, practically biting off their tongue when their sensitive body connected with Kirtch's again. "Ahhh, I already came! Stop!!" Their words cried for relief, however their voice and smile demanded more. It was too much, and (Reader) did want a break, but it also felt amazing, and that dirty little part of themselves that was desperate for love needed their body to be abused.

Kirtch bounced (Reader) on his cock, fucking them like a toy, regretting that he didn't have a camera rolling to capture just how adorable his pet was in his hands. "Look at how happy you are, pet! Don't you want to be this happy all the time? Don't you always want to be happy, with me?"

Kirtch greedily pushed the button again, peppering (Reader) with kisses as they came again, their sticky juices splattering on his stomach. The squelching sound of (Reader's) bruising body getting fucked by the hard as steel monster beneath them was music to Kirtch's ears. He had, embarrassingly, read the book his friend had lent him, and knew now how humans used pleasure to keep brainwashed people by their side. But it wasn't just pleasure, it was that feeling of connection. He had thought about what (Reader) had said, that humans don't jack off their pets, and that made sense, for animals that did not share the same level of intelligence as an adult human. What (Reader) needed, was to feel equal, to feel like they weren't just a pet, but a partner. So how would they feel, if Kirtch ejaculated so deep into their body they were still excreting his cum weeks later?

"I'm going to mark you as mine, (Reader)." It was a lie, his species did no such thing, but the look of unbridled joy on (Reader's) cross eyed face, the loopy smile that twitched as tears poured down to their chest, was a sight that made it worth lying.

"Are you cumming? Are you cumming in me?" (Reader) slurred, barely holding themselves upright in Kirtch's grasp.

"If you promise to be a good little pet." Kirtch could hold out for as long as needed. His species did not have sex for pleasure, so there was no sense of urgency when they needed to release. He could have continued going for hours, if he hadn't overdone it with the collar. (Reader) was on the verge of passing out.

"I promise! I promise to be a good pet! I promise!" (Reader) exclaimed, colliding their lips back onto Kirtch's as a string of hot sperm shot up into (Reader's) body, a fluid so thick it was practically glue, leaving (Reader) feeling physically full. Kirtch couldn't help but push the button again, seeing his pet overflow with adoration for him.

"I love you, (Reader), I really really do."

Kirtch whispered sweet nothing's into his pet's ear as they passed out, then carried them to his bed, tucking in their swollen body, not minding the mess. (Reader) really was the most beautiful and adorable little pet in the entire universe. He doubt that he would ever get another pet after (Reader) was gone. He sat on the floor, rubbing circles into their tear stained cheeks, smiling contently.

Of course, the next day Kirtch would have to use the collar, showing (Reader) how bad they truly felt inside when they refused to get out of bed, and while it was awful making them cry when they tried to refuse to eat, it was for the best. Kirtch knew it wouldn't take long for (Reader) to graduate from needing their collar, and that soon they would always be by his side, begging him to pick them up and play with them. It didn't matter whether (Reader) needed cuddles or needed to be filled with his seed, Kirtch would overuse that remote until they desired his touch all the time.

He didn't mind the glassy, doll like glaze to their eyes, the change in their speech, the way they began crying whenever it looked like Kirtch was unhappy, or how they stopped pushing him away. After months of flushing their system with artificial love, Kirtch knew that his pet was happy with him. And that was all that mattered.