#cw: vore

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Parasite Problem

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

After Susie is severely injured in a major battle, Kris elects to take on a very difficult and dangerous task to help her out with a smaller problem.

PHEW this comic has felt like it's been taking me forever to do, and I've still got more left to finish, but hopefully all the rest goes smoothly!

[shizunitis]

question for the council: is it vore or vore adjacent if, hypothetically, shen yuan was transmigrated into binghe’s body, but vacated the premises to revive binghe and return his life to him, thus awakening in binghe a need to get shen yuan back inside of him, kind of in a “i never want to separate from you” way? i’m asking for a friend

[subukunojess]

Sorry to be Silly on Main BUT—

In Canon Greek Mythology, some of the Gods eat each other or other people, transformations, etc. and we accept that with mixed reactions.

BUT WHEN I, SUBUKUNOJESS, WANT TO WRITE A NON-FATAL ONESHOT OF MY MONSTER ODYSSEUS HAVING HIS WIFE FOR DESSERT SAFELY, ITS DIFFERENT! *gets bonked*

[bramble-mouse]

"Hey, hey, hey. Deep breath, buddy."

Your giant friend's voice is so gentle as you shield your eyes from lights that are too bright, from feeling too much. You struggle out of your hoodie because the fabric is too scratchy in your arms and throw it away. You are on the verge of tears or screaming.

"Show me how I can help."

Your friend's massive voice again, but so soft, so gentle like the crash of ocean waves. You cannot find words right now so you open your eyes a moment, leveling a shaking finger in the direction of thier mouth.

The giant pauses and you feel gentle hands lift you off the ground as you squeeze your eyes shut again, cover your ears with you hands.

"Okay. Let's get you down."

The giant says, and you curl up, rocking to self soothe in the dip of their palm.

"It's okay. I'm right here."

You feel everything more than see it- a blast of warm air. The feeling of a great tongue beneath you. The deafening gulp that sends you down thier throat. The squeeze of throat muscles guiding you towards the giant's core.

Inside thier belly, it's dark. It's pleasantly humid and warm, and the walls squeeze around you, kneading tension from your body. As the organ gurgles harmlessly around you, you focus on the steady thumping of a colossal heart above you. The giants stomach mimics digesting you but does no harm. It simply groans loudly, massaging you as it your cradles body.

"Stay in there as long as you want, okay?"

The giant's muffled yet omnipresent voice reassures, then falls silent, allowing their stomach to do its usual work- to return you to ease, to help you regulate and coax you out of overstimulation.

[chlorophylliccoyote]

roOOOOooOOOOoo look at this coydragon gulping down their beloved kobold. Nugget, the kobold, is my partner's (@dogwithadiscactivatedblog) koboldsona. yeah my precious little chunky kobold is always so tasty especially when I've pumped them full of my aphrodisiac poison breath >:>.

but yeah I tried to bring this piece closer in line with my printmaking pieces although I most definitely need to keep toying with this style.

[falgaia]

SAFE SKIN

for Tax Day 2024

[dirtybg3confessions]

I want Orin to castrate me, feed me my own balls on a silver platter, and keep me as her most special most favorite puppy.

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Meeting Susie 1 | 2 | 3

Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Well, they met after Kris already sold their soul...and got off to a bit of a rough start! Turns out there's a bit of a learning curve for taming eldritch beasts.

(This short scene series will continue soon!)

[megapocalypse]

Controversial take everybody but I think Bingmei should be swallowed whole and be kept safely inside Shizun's tummy, and Bing-ge should be bingjuiced into a smoovie and have a strange sexual awakening inside Shizun's tummy 🥺

[eggslamwich]

I wrote 2200+ words of Kenjaku and Mahito engaging in dope cannibalism if anyone wants to read it

[bramble-mouse]

My first time doing audio mixing ;; Please relax and enjoy.

[dirty-ffxiv-confessions]

Confession: I need Y'shtola Rhul to actually swallow me whole but like idk do you all think she'd do it if I asked her politely enough?

[voxofthevoid]

On this fine Wednesday, can I interest anyone in consensual vore with a side of incest?

CW: graphic descriptions of non-lethal cannibalism; the eaten party being awake and aware during said cannibalism; sibling incest where one party doesn't believe they're siblings

“I’m not letting you do that,” Yuuji says, pressing down on Chōsō with all his weight; the state Yuuji’s in, Chōsō could throw him off easy as anything, but he doesn’t, which is exactly what Yuuji’s banking on. “This is bad enough without you…carving yourself up like steak.”

“It’s really not—”

“No.” Yuuji resettles, lifting his body off Chōsō to kneel between his legs, most of his weight still on the hands gripping Chōsō’s shoulders. There’s a lot of this that’s familiar—the position, their half-naked bodies, hooded eyes peering up at Yuuji. That somehow makes what he’s about to do feel worse, more perverse, but it’s still leagues better than letting Chōsō do that to himself for Yuuji’s sake. “I’ll do it. It’s just jaw strength anyway. I’m not that weak.”

“No one would accuse you of weakness, Yuuji,” Chōsō says, a trace of a sigh in his voice; Yuuji ignores Sukuna’s grumbled disagreement. The strange smile flirting with Chōsō’s lips is a more interesting sight. “I have such troublesome brothers.”

“Oh, come on, don’t—” Yuuji cuts himself off. It’s useless, and at this point, indulging Chōsō’s weird brother complex is the least he could do. “Are you ready?”

And Chōsō must know the question is more for Yuuji’s sake than his own, but he hums a reassurance anyway, tilting his head to the side to better bare the meat of his shoulder. Yuuji swallows thickly. He blames Chōsō’s attempt to serve himself up like dinner for his mind trying—and failing epically—to imagine it as a prime cut of steak. On the bright side, if Yuuji had actually felt hungry for even a moment, he’d never have forgiven himself.

“Sorry,” he mutters, the way he once did before killing this man’s actual brother, and dives in.

Flesh parts under his teeth, and Yuuji doesn’t stop until it comes apart in his mouth.

He has the sense not to chew.

The meat slides wetly down his throat, lodging at the base before a desperate, convulsive swallow forces it all the way down.

Cursed energy explodes inside him, a surge of alien power that’s quickly, devastatingly devoured by something Yuuji can’t even pretend is Sukuna. It’s nothing like the power that seeped into him slow and steady and almost sweet when it was just Chōsō’s blood wetting his mouth; if that was a trickle, this is a flood. He shudders through it, slumping against Chōsō until the metallic scent drenching the air makes him notice that Chōsō’s shoulder is still am open wound, the blood flow stemmed but the chunk of flesh still missing.

“Why are you—Chōsō, heal it!”

Chōsō says, “Take…more.”

Yuuji almost argues, but there’s a strain in Chōsō’s voice that wasn’t there any of the times before, and he’s reminded that this is harder for him too, and if this isn’t enough, if Yuuji has to do this again, he’ll be hurting this man again for no good reason.

He screws his eyes shut and bites deep, his teeth meeting each other through the fleeting resistance of flesh.

He swallows.

Another bite, another chunk of meat down his throat, another surge of power.

“Enough,” Yuuji says, mouth close enough to Chōsō’s torn shoulder to feel the steamy heat rising from it. “That’s enough, Chōsō.”

Under him, Chōsō heaves a shuddering sigh.

Yuuji pries his eyes open, forcing himself to look, to see.

He’s made a carnage of Chōsō’s shoulder. Yuuji barely paused to feel his depraved mouthfuls, and he couldn’t tell if the constriction of his throat had been from their size or just pure disgust. Now, looking at what he’s done, it’s clear his teeth weren’t as careful, as clean, as Yuuji had wanted.

Torn skin and exposed muscle. No bone, at least. But the whole shoulder is a mass of meat.

“Chōsō, I’m so—”

A sweaty palm curls around the side of Yuuji’s jaw, thumb slotting over his lips. Yuuji smothers the instinctive urge to pull away—and the even worse impulse to open his mouth and catch that flesh between his teeth for reasons that have nothing to do with consumption. He stays put, watching as Chōsō heals himself. His eyes are closed, and he’s breathing deeply and evenly through his nose. His shoulder is knitting itself back together, slower than all the times he’s healed before, and Yuuji hardly dares to breathe until every stray drop of blood is reabsorbed and every bloody tear fades into unmarred flesh.

Chōsō opens his eyes; they’re all pupil.

His cursed energy is a storm inside Yuuji, and there’s rot in it, a sensation Yuuji is infinitely familiar with, but it’s nothing like the endless festering that’s taken up residence in his soul. This just is.

It almost feels good.

“Thank you,” Yuuji chokes out.

He’s rewarded with a soft, drunken smile. Chōsō’s hand slides down from his jaw, skimming the lines of Yuuji’s neck and shoulder before falling limply to the bed.

“I’m glad it worked.”

[officialbruciewayne]

Question: could you, in any scenario, find being physically eaten or physically eating another attractive (sexual caniballism has been a hot topic today and Im just so curious about your feelings on the topic)

I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask this topic...

Generally, Brucie Wayne will try anything once, but this truly sounds like it might be something I would try once - because in at least one of these scenarios, I'm snuffed. I've eaten some unusual things, particularly in my youth, but I won't murder another person, so the other scenario is firmly no.

[vermakesthings]

WIP, supernatural world

The story of the first vampire

Oh, Merinthu, oh Merinthu, 

How cruel, a fate bestowed for you,

Your daughter sick, beyond all heal,

Alchemist be, this fate repeal.

You tried all spell, you tried all drought,

You tried your faith, yet all for naught.

At last you turned, your oath released,

And went then south, for god of beast.

There blood you took, from god’s warm corpse,

Returned in swift, towards, Renorps,

There daughter lay in sleep, alive,

so you then rushed, for life you strive.

The blood, it heals, your wife you told,

Though you did fear it’s power’s hold,

Your daughter young, you dared not test,

So upon thyself took in chest.

It burned from start, you screamed and raged,

Your hunger grew, till could not cage,

No food your wife could find would sate,

Your thirst for blood, thy cursed fate.

You held out long, went not insane,

Yet in the end, it was your bane,

Your delay robbed you full of thought,

Your daughter slept, her fate now wrought.

You pounced her, biting her neck, to drink,

The blood desired, your hearts in sync,

As life was drained, your wife was stuck,

Her child’s death, in fear laid struck.

You came to, hunger truly gone,

Lilumia, teeth still held, undrawn,

You felt her warmth begin to fade,

You panic, your blood then flew, and prayed.

Thy blood divine, it healed you full,

Your daughter, teeth in veins, they pull,

The blood you’d drained, returned in whole,

And blood divine, you couldn’t control.

Her blood now heals, by godly might,

And even death, its hold can’t fight.

You heard her heart again, its beat,

Was strong, and fast, its sound so sweet.

Though child life restored, thine wife,

Could see no more than corpse and strife.

She fled thy home, thy life, thy world,

You sought, and found her life unfurled.

[kittenchancorruptionarc]

Awwwww cmonnn!

Are you too shy to admit you wanna be swallowed whole? Which would be your favourite part? The mouth, sliding down someones throat or actually getting to their warm stomach 👀 ?

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Sliding down…