#feed me yumyum

[tarczar]

HI HIII

perhaps....kululu my silly lil goober OR KULULKO!

hahaha...haha...¿por qué no los dos?

thank you for your patience 🙇‍♂️

[mango-ribs]

I’m so fucking hungry where are all the prey when you need them

[dearlymrme]

But consider, and maybe you have already,

vampire Secondo. yumyum. yesyes.

Well, I sure as hell have now! Thank you for the ask and chance to write something I haven't thought of before. If you have any more cravings, you just drop another!

I'll Have A Red Wine (Secondo x Reader)

Summary: He refuses to turn you, but that doesn't stop him from feeding from you.

Secondo x Reader || Bondage || Forced Submission || Blood Play || Knife Play || Oral Sex || WC: 2531

Vampirism is very contagious. A warm body who has been bit with even the most gentle of accidental nicks will turn in a heartbeat. Literally, a single heartbeat left before it stops for good. And when the heart doesn’t beat, the blood goes cold. You’ve talked about it, him turning you, it excites you. At one point in a girl’s life it’s all they can think about, the idea of turning into a vampire and stalking the night with their dark prince.

“I want you to enjoy living. I want to enjoy you living for as long as I can.” You raise a brow and carefully shed your shirt, left sitting at the edge of the bed in only your underwear and bra.

“Having a willing food source is pretty nice too, huh?”

He scoffs, scandalized, with a hand to his chest.

“Cara, there’s more to it than that.” He’s still fully dressed while you're dressed down and makes no moves to remove his clothes as he approaches. This tells you what kind of night it’s going to be. It’s all about the meal tonight, and he’s going to eat you up like the finest of cake. Your body already heats up in anticipation, as well as frustration. Your core tightens as he places a knee on the bed and crawls over you.

“Yes, it’s convenient to have a drink whenever I want but…mia, you are warm.” He tries to explain, to put into words you’d understand and accept.

He understands, he does. The life of the undead has always been fascinating to mortals, and you are no different. Your relationship has lasted long, you have lasted so long, and your blood is only getting sweeter with age. But he would miss this. He doesn't want to give it up and won't for the longest time if he can help it.

“You're that bit of sunshine after a long life of overcast. Your beating heart is like the flutter of returning birds after a hard winter.” He takes one of your warm hands with his and lifts it to his mouth, placing a kiss on the back of your palm. He hears your heart stutter from his flirations, and he smugly smiles. Then he turns over your hand to suck gently at your pulse, pressing his tongue to your beating vien and sighing in bliss as he feels your heart throb against his tongue.

He presses a sweet kiss to it and then crawls his lips up your arm.

“It helps the nights go by so much faster for me to hear your heartbeat against my ear as you sleep. Your warm skin against mine gives my cold body pins and needles as it remembers what it was like to be alive.” He watches, fascinated, as your cheeks light up pink, all that blood rushing to your face in embarrassment.

He should speak poetically more often. You’re absolutely mouthwatering when you blush. He grants your flushed and warm cheeks a sweet kiss. Your skin is so hot against his lips that he keeps them pressed against you, pressing his face against you to soak in your warmth. He's a powerful enough vampire to be able to walk the day, but it's irritating, and one of the best ways for him to feel warmth anymore is from the comfort of your body.

“It gets my blood rushing when I hear your blood rushing.” It’s like the sound of a babbling brook, all that red, all that life. He lowers his face to your neck, to your jugular and inhales. The smell of you divine and sweet. Like smelling his favorite dessert, but when he was alive to enjoy it. He can't enjoy regular food anymore. It tastes like ash in his mouth. He's reminded of when he was alive. But the blood…your blood.

The scent crawls up his nose and wraps around his brain in a hug and squeezes. It makes his breathing shake, and his body shudder.

“Metaphorically speaking.” He jokes, voice dreamy from the smell, and presses a controlled kiss to your collar.

He didn't used to be like this. It's taken years of practice to be able to do this; hold back. There's no need to hold back when feeding from the sick and twisted, but with willing hosts, it was hard not to accidentally kill them, not to accidentally turn them.

Now, however, with you? His control is perfect. He has to be. It helps that being able to hold himself back like this, to have perfect control over you while with himself, it's developed into a bit of a kink. Having you while holding back against something that by base instinct, he wants to destroy and tear to shreds. Being able to hold something so fragile in his hands and not destroy it. It makes him feel powerful.

You chuckle, and your own breathing stutters as you see him reach over the bedside table and pick up tonight’s tool. It catches the light, and you feel butterflies start to flutter in your lower stomach. He smiles as he hears your heart once more skip a beat.

“Where shall we start tonight, cara?” He asks, but his mind is already decided as he gently slides the flat of the blade against your skin, starting at your neck and then carefully running the point down the center of your cleavage. You shudder as he turns it under the elastic of your bra and slices through the fabric. The small rip causes your lower stomach to tighten with heat as he looks down at your chest with a lustful gaze, hypnotized by your expanding and contracting chest as you breathe.

“Your breasts?” He asks and lowers his mouth down to kiss one of your tits. You whimper and fist the sheets as his tongue lathes over one of your nipple. The contrast of his cold mouth against your hot skin causes goosebumps to rise, and he gives a strong and hard suck. He sucks and sucks, plays with it with his tongue, and sucks some more until it starts to hurt. You can feel the blood rushing close to the surface of your skin.

You shudder at the throb it causes between your legs and splay them open. His hips slot with yours, and you groan as he refuses to do much else but press against you. You shift, wanting friction, and that breaks the rules.

Your body locks. Not in tense muscles but a soft pressure, as though tied with invisible ropes. You grumble as he uses his vampiric magic to pin you to the bed. Magical handcuffs keep your body pinned to the mattress. You've given up your freedom and are now completely at his mercy.

"Not fair." You whine, no longer able to do much else, and he chuckles. He releases your nipple and blows on it, happy to watch it pebble with a ring of purple and red formed around it. He then begins to trail his lips further down your chest. He presses featherlight kisses to your skin before stopping at your navel.

"You know the rules, cara. No moving when my mouth is on you." He tuts. A safety precaution. Because while he might have iron control, you didn't, you impatient thing. It's all too easy for him to accidently skim a fang against your skin. He's learned from his mistakes.

His cold hand carefully spreads your legs just a tiny bit more, and they part with ease under his guidance despite the fact that you can not move them yourself. Cheater. Then, he presses the knife to your inner thighs. You whimper, and he gives you a raised brow and gentle smile.

"Ready?" He asked, and you took a deep breath.

"Yeah."

It's a flash, quick and clean. So fast that you don't even feel it. A small nick on your inner thigh that the only sign it was there was the sudden feeling of liquid trickling down your leg. It was no bigger than two inches.

Then, he's on you. He quickly licks up the trailing blood before sealing his mouth over the cut. As soon as his tongue makes contact with your life essence, he breathes through his nose and then lets out a core trembling moan. It's deep, breathy, and nearly reverbs through the room.

It slides on his tongue, his taste buds singing as it mingles with his saliva, and then he swallows. It sinks into his stomach like a rock, and from there, it's a chain reaction. It bubbles, boils, and erupts. It then shoots, like a comet, through his dead cells. In its tail, it leaves behind fire and grandeur, reminding his body what it feels like to be alive.

And the taste; divine. The brain confuses the taste for something appealing. It's less a flavor and more a memory. It's never the same taste twice, and it's changed since his last feeding from you. The memory of savory dark chocolate had turned into the tartness of sugared cranberries.

He could make the cliche comparison of wine, but it's sweeter than that. It does, however, make him feel light on his feet. It gets his head buzzing as though he's on his second bottle of chardonnay.

He sucks gently at your cut, cold but warming tongue swiping in big broad laps at the liquid. One hand is still palming the knife as his other rests under your knee, keeping your leg stretched. As he closes his eyes and gets lost in the euphoria, you have a very subtle tremble.

A moan of your own leaks through, and the small sting sends butterflies flapping through your gut. The longer he sucks the more obvious the injury. But since first starting your relationship with the vampire, you've long since begun to associate the pain with pleasure.

It clots eventually, even with his sucking. He gives it one last lick before placing a soft kiss, almost an apology and goodbye before he presses the knife to the other side of your inner thighs, and there's another quick flick of his wrist.

You groan, and your core tightens at the sharp pain. This one is deeper, and Secondo immediately slurs it up. With each lap of his tongue, he sends a spike of arousal through you, and you can feel wetness forming between your legs.

You whimper, letting your wants be known.

"Patience." He grumbles against your skin. You watch as your blood coats his lips and see a flash of his fangs as he gives your cut open mouth tongue lashings. His body is starting to warm, even from such a small amount. But you know he is nowhere near finished with you.

Shallow cuts in number can be dangerous. They don't bleed much, but with numerous of them, that small amount adds up. Vampire saliva does something wonderful.

Not only does it thin the blood but once made contact with the wound sparks the brain with dopamine. A victim could be drained dry in a manner of minutes but they'd thank you for it, with a bright smile on their face. Another thing about vampire spit is that it doesn't allow the cuts to scar. Despite the shallow marks and the frequency in which you do this, there's not a single silver line on your body.

He'd love to decorate you in that way, but he can more than settle for the small red lines he makes.

Now that your legs are covered in small shallow but numerous marks, there is a bright smile on your face. He can see your body pliant and soft as you sink into the mattress. You softly moan with every suckle he gives your wounds was no better, the vivid taste of you, causing him to breathe laboriously against your skin. He's fed well enough now that he could fuck you if he wanted too.

Instead, he nuzzles your inner thighs with his eyes half closed in contentment, drunk off of you.

No, he has something else in mind when the smell of your arousal hits his nose, and he glances down at your underwear at see a very obvious wet spot in the fabric

His hands slip over your legs down to the apex of your thighs, gently brushing against the dampness to softly stroke.

You give a pleased but desperate whimper of need. He smirks and takes in your appearance. Your eyes are half closed and dazed. Your face was pink, and your lips parted in a soft 'o' shape as he slid his finger against your moistened underwear.

"Oh, don't worry, mia pasto. I'm nowhere near done with my meal." He then slides the knife under the band of your shorts and cuts through them before tossing both them and the knife to the side. More than done with them for the night.

He then presses his thumbs against your folds and splits them apart, granting himself the flattering view of your glistening pink cunt.

You whine again, petulant, as he takes his time to stare at your exposed pussy. He hums and flexes his thumbs to spread your folds further apart, trying to get the best view, to commit the sight to memory. Him watching you, with your cunt so fully exposed, just drives home how damn empty you feel, and your body contracts around nothing in need.

"Look at this pretty pink pussy. So wet and needy. I can see you clenching, dolcezza." He praises.

"Please." You beg and shudder as he slides his digits against your labia, just barely pressing into you.

"Well…since you beg so nicely." He drawls before smiling. "Thank you for the meal."

And he attacks.

And he does it slowly.

You growl. Your fingers clutch the sheets in rage. Hard enough for your knuckles to go white as he takes his sweet time. Broad strokes with his tongue from bottom to top, pointing his tongue at your clit and rolling it once around the sensible bundle of nerves before repeating.

You start to babble, and although he pleasures you, it's not nearly enough

"Please. Please, please. Give me more. Please!" You beg, feeling tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

He hums idly before latching his mouth on your clit and sucking it and ypy whine as, despite the pleasure, it not what you want. You need more than that. He won't even finger you, thumbs still spreading your cunt wide open for his mouth to devour.

"Inside. I need something inside me." You state and shudder as he assaults your clit with slow and almost lazy action. A suck, a lap with his tongue, and another suck.

He breaks apart from your core with a wet smack and gives an almost diabolical grin.

"Now, now. A meal this good should be savored..." He states and gives you cunt another painstaking slow lick. "...Slowly."

His fangs are threatening, his eyes are cocky You whimper at his cruelty and can't do much to struggle

You can only lay there and submit to his whims.

The night is still young, after all.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

me w ur writing yumyum (does this make sense probably not)

it makes sense. You feed on my writing.

I do my best to feed you all.

[x-heesy]

Yumyum 🌈

I love my horse (love), I love to ride it

I love to make love to it too (you do?) So feed the horse

I love my girls, I love them big on the top (hmm)

Big on the bottom too (me too), feed the horse (oh)

I want to make love to them (I want too)

I want them to scream my name (yum-yum)

So I say feed the horse

I want to ride them, I want to make them ride me (you do?)

Oh, come on, feed the horse, yum-yum

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I like my girls

I like my girls with the twilight

I like my girly spicy hot

I want to lick them from the top

I like my girls (I like them, ah, ah)

I like my girls (I like my girls) (scream with me)

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Yum-yum

Hey, there

Scream with me

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Feed the horse, feed the horse, feed the horse, yum-yum @bixlasagna @ombrabrontok @burningdesires13 @movinginstero

Feed The Horse by Fagget Fairys 🎧

[twisted-tales-told]

Hey,

Okay so for the sleepover time I’m just gonna talk about my day because I literally have no friends and I love oversharing.(I’m sorry if I’m doing this wrong or anything😭) So I tried bookbinding one of my fav fics and it went wrong in every imaginable way (its so ugly. Looking at it makes me wanna rip my hair out.) buttt I didn’t really care because my mum made my fav dessert so yumyum. It’s almost 3am for me and I have school in a few hours but I’m..idk how to explain this. Sleepy and tired but not tired? I hope this makes sense. OHOHOH also we’re reading such a cool book in my English class it’s called “my brothers name is Jessica” and I’m loving it so far (the parents are transphobic and it’s making my blood boil but I’m pretty sure it has a happy ending) . Also tomorrow I get my French test back so wish me luck. I probably did good on it because I love French (fun fact I actually used to hate french but now I love it sm. languages are just so easy and so beautiful.) Today was super boring and while eating spaghetti one of my brackets moved so tomorrow I have to go to my dentist but at least I’ll be able to skip class so yay!! Lastly I just wanna say that I’m very very hungry but am too lazy to make myself food����

Okay I think that’s pretty much it!!! How was your day?? Did you do anything special? How are you feeling?? Tell me/us all about it☺️

Hi hi!!

Just so you know my first bookbinding project was actually Trash! Literal garbage could not even open it! Typesetting alone takes so much time I 10/10 recommend go slow with it, be as careful with each step along as you can and try new things. There’s no time limit!

Desert is the best meal and I’m so happy ur mum made your favourite! I need to get back into baking I miss it.

My English teachers didn’t even bother to find us books to read they mostly gave us articles it was very sad my critical reading skills suffered for it so I’m happy some English teachers still care.

I am also hungry and am too lazy to make myself food right now, sadly that does not go away ever in life. My cat is not having that problem and is crying at me for a snack but her feeding time is in 25 minutes so she has to wait.

My day has been so fun actually I did all my fav things. I edited someone’s fic @sequinhaze wywm, I typesetted another one @euphorial-docx OPEV, AND I started reading/watching Twelfth Night (Shakespeare) + I watched The Last Of Us.

Also! I finished Chapter One of the if we were villans au!! I need to have more plot set up before I can start posting cuz I have so many Secret Things in chapter 1 but not even I know what the Secret Things mean yet. Writing is weird like that.

Regulus has a secret, but what secret? Who knows, cuz it isn’t me.

[shibaraki]

your moot made me find out about your other moot and they both made me find your blog whoops i followed you (not a mistake actually because i find you and your posts v nice and tasty yumyum thank you for being you)

btw the moots are nanamimizz and prettyboykatsuki treat them well <33 (i have no doubt that you will seeing as how you treat your followers so nicely (the smooches in the tags im such a sucker for platonic affection <333 and feeding us good shouta content drools) it compelled my finger to click follow lol)

ooh also i forgot to say in that ask that i love your vibes your vibes are so warm and fun and comfy aiauaouwowje ily <33 have a great day/night!! :)

hihi lovely!!!!! yes I’ve been moots w my loves fang + lamb for a long while now I promise I’m showering them with affection at every possible turn actually they are sitting in my pocket right now 🫡 laksksk thank you very much I’m glad you feel comfy and enjoy the silly little posts I make here, I hope you’ll stick around, will even throw in some forehead kisses for u 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 have a good day and take care of yourself!

[silantryoo]

pookie kaikai feeding me life is so scrum-dele-yumyum

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[thebloopixie]

For once I only made a single batch… normally when it comes to baking I make 2-4 batches of everything. . . This is my Nana Lucy’s recipe for Welsh Cakes and I’ve been in tears most of the afternoon. . . They taste like she made them and the house smells like her kitchen now. . . I felt like I was feeding and giving 12 year old me a massive hug. She still misses her Nana and is still heart broken without her. . . This is a journey I’m going to enjoy. Rediscovering her recipes of my childhood and helping my little inner 12 year old heal a bit of her grief. . . Do you have any recipes that remind you of anyone special? Feel free to share them in the comments below xox #bloosselfreliance #thebloopixie #welshcakes #baking #nanasrecipe #cakeoftheday #foodstagram #instafood #yum #yummy #yumyum https://www.instagram.com/p/Cop11JQKErV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ox7g3n-th13f-001]

tw rant and just me venting abt my life 🤞🏽

im like actually gonna kms so today my cousin was over bc it was her roomates bd and we cleeberated like to the point of eating pie w tea right. so telll me why i hear her and my mom talkinf abt how on sunday i ate a wHOLE FUCKINF QDOBA BOEL and wouldnt eat dinner not jist bc i didnt want to but bc i litealy thought i was gonna throw up if i shoved anythinf else dlwn my throat. but anyways they r tlakig abt how thats like bad and whatever.

LIKE GIRL U PUSH ME TO OVEREAT EVERYDSY AND NOW YOURE GETTING UPSET??

but aftrr sunday when i didnt eat dinner on monday morning my mother decided to make me breakfast

guess what breakfast was

buttered bread (150kcal per slice w butter) with a greasy omelette sandwiched in it (at least 140)

and MILKY ASS SWEET COFFEE

like 🤮🤮🤮

so i ate it to get her off my back right

i thought thus was a one day ordeal

NO

tuesday morning and she pulls out th3 br3ad and butters it and puts it on the pan and its like 😭🤮🤮🤮

butter makes me feel like shit every time i eat sm w it bro its so greasy and i feel like full but not in a yumyum innmy tumtum way in a everythint is abt to come out the same way it cam3 in way

she wonf leave me alone bro and i get its nice she cares abt me but ive never been more miserbale than when shes trying to force feed me

i was happier when i was eating 500 kcal a day bro

[mango-ribs]

good morning vore community! Let’s see here, what’s new with Mango?

*flips through notes, analyzes data*

still a whore!

see you next time!

[nugget--daddy]

yumyum food feed me or face death

[nancisbakeshoppe]

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[delightfully-anonymous]

I shouldn’t have followed so many food blogs cause now I see their posts and I’m hungry.

[gender-euphowrya]

heard a ‘squito flying by my ear, slapped my fucking head a bunch of times and i got the fucker and its corpse was on my hand still and it was SO FULL of my blood it left like a very red streak

[whenwentravels-blog]

Pueblo

Costa Mesa, CA • A closeup of our charcuterie & cheese 🧀 platter. I love a good spread!

🍽: Jamon Serrano, Mahon Cow 🐄 Cheese, and Lengua Beef Tongue 👅 (it melts in your mouth!!)