#i’m not into vore i just like when characters make me go ‘hey what the fuck’

[clickbeetle]

all of you are FAKE monsterfuckers!!!!! where is all the Beast fanart??????? “ohhh she’s not conventionally attractive” FUCK you i am holding her in my arms

[toast-tales]

I Lava You, Chapter 2: Addiction Enabled

Read Chapter 1 here!

Cover art by @luckyshotwrites!

This short story takes place after P39 of ITWOM and as such, contains minor spoilers for ITWOM - read at your own risk! You do NOT need to have read WIDFALI to enjoy this story!

This story is cowritten with the amazing, fantastic @luckyshotwrites and uses the minor character June from their ongoing vore story What I'd Do For A Livable Income. It's chock full of monsters, magic, goofs, and absolutely fantastic worldbuilding and characters. Give it a shot if you haven't yet!

Contains: references to g/t soft, safe vore and language. About 1300 words.

Chapter 2: Addiction Enabled

Even if this had secretly been their plan all along, June hadn’t intended it to go like this. They’d been planning on pacing themselves—maybe a few sips, and then wait a bit more before having more later.

He had no choice but to absorb it all into his body and quickly climb back out. He was about fifteen feet tall now, maybe taller. In a hurry now, he screwed the cap back on. 

He could feel the soft vibrations across the surface of the shelf, telling him that Sam was getting closer. He forced his body to assimilate the lava lamp liquid and convert it to energy, without being able to enjoy its glow. 

Suddenly, Sam came back into the room, and he had to stop the energy transfer. He still looked human, of course, just…taller by about two feet now. 

He hoped Sam wouldn’t notice.

“A-ah—you’re back, Sam! My friend!" His lip quivered. He felt bad for emptying the pretty glowing lamp so fast. “That sure looks tasty, wh-what did you make?”

Sam had their mouth open to take a bite of their ramen when they stopped and blinked, their eyes drawn first to the human, then to the lava-less lava lamp behind them. Then they blinked again. 

I’m not even high yet. Right? Maybe I was supposed to cook that egg after all. 

“H-hey little buddy.” They walked over to the shelf like they were in a daze, staring at the empty lamp with a mesmerized, empty sort of look as they contemplated the stability of their mental faculties. “You didn’t. Um. See what happened here, did you?” 

It didn’t leak out, it would be everywhere. It’s completely empty. Am I going crazy?

June couldn’t make eye contact with Sam. “Uh-um—” I didn’t expect Sam to ask me! He tried to come up with a plausible excuse. 

“Well—I—” June looked at the empty, incriminating container next to him. What should I say? Humans don’t normally eat that. 

June lowered his head and tugged at the shirt of his uniform. “I’m sorry, I-I thought it was really pretty and drank some…all of it. I—” June looked up sincerely, “I didn’t mean to, I only meant to drink a little bit!” He walked up to the edge of the shelf and pitched his offer, “I will buy you a new one!” He knew he shouldn't have admitted to drinking it and risk exposing himself as anything but human—but he couldn’t lie to Sam. He didn’t want to be mean.

Sam’s eyes widened in shock. They weren’t exactly versed in taking care of humans—that was the kind of thing they left up to dealers. Christopher, mostly. But they were at least fairly sure that humans weren’t supposed to be able to eat whatever the hell was in lava lamps. Probably.

Then again, they’d never seen what humans eat.

They stared at June with a look that was as dumbstruck as it was in awe of this human’s abilities, a grin creeping up onto their face despite their initial confusion. “Holy shit. I didn’t know humans could do that. You drank the whole thing? THAT’S BONKERS.” They laughed, poking at the human a little as if they expected it to burst. “How’d you do it? You’re like. So tiny still.”

Wait, wait. Um. Is this human safe to eat now? Should I call Chris and ask? …nah, he’d probably yell at me or something. Or tell me to give him the human. 

June prepared himself for some well deserved yelling. He should not have eaten a glowy thing in front of a human, giant or not. He should have asked Sam first. 

Lucky for him, Sam didn’t look mad. 

June released a soft sigh of relief and smiled back at Sam, especially after they poked him. It seemed the giant hadn’t recognized June was a little puffier and taller than before. Nice! I still look human. 

“Yeah! Humans can do that! Mhm!” June said, nodding fervently. “And I have a fast…metabolism, that’s why!” Yes, some humans have that. That’s believable. 

Sam was far too trusting for their own good, which was a dangerous combination with their stunning lack of human knowledge. Humans are fucking CRAZY. I HAVE to ask Chris about this later. 

“I have got to see you do that again. Shit, I’ll go to town tomorrow and get another one. What else do you eat?”

June blinked a few times. Wait. Okay! Hold on. They didn’t freak out? And THEY SAID THEY WANT TO SEE ME EAT MORE? 

June hopped around dangerously close to the edge of the shelf with glee. Thankfully, he kept his balance enough not to fall. 

“I eat…well, I’m not very picky. My taste buds don’t work the same as—” he cut himself off and hummed, nearly blowing his cover. “As most people’s do. They were like this since I was born so—I uh, can’t taste things super well like normal humans, humans like me,” he chuckled. Be careful June! Remember, Sam’s a giant human, I can’t say anything too incriminating. I’m a human! I’m a human!

He tried to quickly switch the topic. “When you go to get a new one, take me with you and I will pay for it!” June said. He imagined seeing another lovely-colored one. I can resist the temptation. June told himself. He couldn't buy Sam a new one just to eat it instantly.

He tipped toward the edge again, squinting to look at Sam's noodles. The thoughts of the radioactive glow of the lava lamp filled his mind. What if they're illuminated noodles?

Sam’s mind was on lava lamps, and they were still staring at the empty one. They did not notice June teetering inches away from a very long fall. 

“You’ve got money, little dude?” Their head cocked in confusion at June mentioning “paying” for it. They weren’t sure where a human would get money. Or where they’d carry it, even. But Sam was broke, and they’d take an offer of financial assistance where they could. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that. 

Since their hunger had ebbed, it was easier to talk to the human without getting the urge to stuff it in their mouth. And Sam was fascinated with this human now…perhaps even more so than they were wanting to eat them. For now.

June nodded. “Oh yeah, I have a lot of money with my current job.” He tapped at his uniform, though he realized he wasn’t wearing his hat anymore. 

“I have enough to buy you…two lava lamps!” He said two with seemingly unwarranted gusto. How much would a magnificent object like that cost? The next thought struck him like a Honda Civic—how many varieties of lava lamps are there?!? He puffed up his cheeks. No, June, don't distract yourself. Lava lamps are for Sam, not me. He punctuated that internal monologue with a firm nod.

“Humans have jobs?” Sam muttered out loud. I mean…huh. I guess Chris mentioned some sort of human city, didn’t he? 

Sam puzzled over this question of theirs. “Do you make human money, or…giant money?”

Of course June would say human money, but what was the difference between human and giant human money? He was still oblivious to the fact that Sam was in no way human. 

“Human…money?” June replied, tilting his head up. “Is there a difference? Or…oh! Did I somehow end up in a different country?" There was a pause. What country do I live in again? "Is this the…United States?”

Sam stared back at the human, unblinking and now thoroughly confused. “The united what?”

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Chapter 3 ->

Uh-oh! Will things clear up from here? Or will there be another series of increasingly improbable misconceptions? Only time will tell.

Thank you for reading!

[novorehere]

Hey all! Just wanted to give everyone a bit of a content update.

I apologize for the lack of content for the past… year. I’ve been working through some stuff, and it’s been hard for me to find the motivation or inspiration to write. It comes in short bursts, meaning I’ve been (very) slowly chipping away at multiple projects at once. I just thought I’d update everyone on how things are going and make a list (partly for myself) of what I have in the works, what still needs to be done, and what you can expect from me in the future. Admittedly these are mostly obey me fics but I DO have other things tumbling about in my brain, I promise.

Opposite Day: 2/5 chapters finished, the rest 100% planned and around 30-40% written.

I’ve been sitting on an unfinished chapter 3 for almost a year now, and have written good portions of the other chapters in the meantime. This is the project I’m most excited to finish, and I feel bad for abandoning it for so long. Rest assured, I *am* still working on it, and am extremely happy it’s been so well received.

Untitled Simeon Comfort Fic: 75% finished.

Originally I wanted this written for his birthday (which was in February lmao) but as you can see that did not happen. I’ve got the beginning and end all written out, I sort of went off the script at the end with fun purgatory hall family fluff so the only thing I don’t have written is… actually the eating part. This will probably be the first fic I actually post, seeing as it’s the closest to completion.

“A series of Obey Me Vore Headcanons” Re-Write (Title Very WIP) 2.5/7 chapters re-written

This one I don’t think I’ve mentioned on here yet. I’ve grown increasingly unsatisfied with my original obey me headcanons list that I posted last year when I first got into the fandom. A. Because I hadn’t gotten very far into the story when I wrote it and didn’t get the full scope of the characters yet and B. (Most importantly) I feel like I really didn’t do the characters justice.

Since I originally posted it, there’s been a healthy amount of discussion on depth and nuance in vore media and reducing characters to tropes, etc. I’d like to re-write this series to focus less on physical aspects and “how they eat you” but rather more of an emotional and story driven story of why they eat you and their emotions and struggles that come with it. The obey me brothers are incredibly interesting characters, and I’d like to explore them in more depth and show you how interesting they can really be and why I love them so much.

This one might take a while to complete, but it’s gonna happen at some point. I‘ll keep up the original half-finished version in the meantime since I don’t want to delete it and ao3 doesn’t allow privating fics without orphaning them. I know it’s ugly in it’s current state, just know I’m working on it and the rest of those chapters will be overhauled eventually.

“Miss Em”: 80% written (kind of)

I’ve had this one sitting in my drafts for a while now. Originally I had plans to start another multi-chapter series but then Opposite Day sort of went to shit so I scrapped it knowing it was way too ambitious. But now I still have a mostly written Mammon fic in my notes app just sitting there and it would be a shame to just…leave it. I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with this one, Maybe I’ll write the Beel companion piece to it that I had planned and just leave it as a 2-parter. Who knows. It’s really cute, and I want to share it at some point.

Untitled Obey Me mini-drabbles: 60% written

Honestly this wasn’t supposed to be a whole thing. I started randomly writing one day on a burst of inspiration and it turned into little mini “scenario slices” for all the characters and I really like how it turned out. I still need to write for two of the characters and polish up some others, but it’s a fun low-stress thing to work on in between projects. Also excited to share it possibly soon since they’re fairly short and shouldn’t take long to finish (but you know me…)

An unspecified ITWOM fanfic: 0% written, 50% planned

For those who aren’t familiar, “In the World of Monsters” is an amazing novel authored by @vore-toast that just recently received a fantastic ending and epilogue (Please read it! It’s fantastic!) And I really would like to write a little something for it to show my appreciation. I have an idea planned out, but details would involve spoilers so I can’t say much. I’d need to ask for guidance on what exactly to include since the things I would like to write about haven’t exactly *happened yet* but I’ve said too much already… hee hee. I don’t know when this fic is gonna happen, but I swear to you it will. And if my original idea doesn’t work out, it’ll be something. I WILL be writing for this series, mark my words.

Heroes Off-Duty. 0% written, ??% planned

Huh? That’s weird... That one’s not supposed to be there. Ah well, It’s not relevant anyway. Carry on.

[quotemenevervore]

Oh @squishys-soft-stories :)

Content warnings: soft, safe g/t vore, character shrinking, fear and panic on multiple parties

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Karl was a potion maker. Sapnap would go as far as calling him a potion master, but he couldn’t officially call him that since he experiments with ingredients a lot. The potion higher ups probably didn’t like it very much, but both of them cared less. The ravenette thought it was amazing how skilled the other was at his work, the risks he took and the rewards he got in response. His handwriting was pretty, the potions didn’t explode on contact and the man himself was very kind.

Naturally, you couldn’t blame him for falling a little head over heels for the brunette. He jumped at every chance he could to spend time with him, whether it be for company or assistance. He’d call himself Karl’s apprentice if he didn’t already have one, an easy-going man who was formerly a bard from a different place. He knew Karl liked the company, and loved when Quackity was up to playing music. He also loved coming in and hearing the guitar playing softly, or walking in to see Karl preening the other’s wings, something he was hesitant to share with anyone. After all, his apprentice was a shifter, and they weren’t highly regarded around the village. They barely tolerated Karl for his potion making.

Which may have been what led them to their current predicament..

Quackity had shifted into his animal form, a duck, and was waddling around the house and quacking occasionally to keep Karl informed on his whereabouts. Sapnap had collected an armful of potions off of the brewing stand and the table, and was walking them over to the cabinet where the others were held when Quackity squawked loudly upon realizing Sapnap didn’t see him, trying to run out of the way and accidentally tripping the blackette.

The potions were all fine, not even a crack in the glass bottles, except for one. It slipped from his hand as he hit the ground hard, flinching when the glass shattered right beside where his knees were planted on the floor. “Shit!” “Sapnap!?” Karl rushed around the corner, freezing in place when he saw the particles swirling around the man. “Quackity, come over here.” He didn’t hide the panic in his voice, coming a few paces in front of the other so he could look at him. “Karl, what potion did I just drop!?” The brunette looked as scared as he felt, and it didn’t help his worry in the slightest.

“It was an experimental one, I don’t know what the effects are gonna be.” Quackity turned back to his human form, concern and indecision flooding his features as his hand reached towards him, but retracted again. “I’m sorry Sapnap, I’m sorry-“ “It.. should be fine, right? I mean, I think I’d feel ill already if it was a bad potion..” he turned from the shifter to the brunette. “I hope so..” Karl’s tone was regretful, and he really wished he could reach over and pat his shoulder. “Hey, it’ll be fine! I’m sure you can find an antidote once we know what it does.”

…Huh. Was Karl always that taller than him sitting down?

Quackity caught on to it before Karl had, though the other had noticed a change. “Sap, were your clothes always so baggy on you?” Karl reeled back with a gasp. “Oh no. Oh no, I need- Quackity watch him.” He got up quickly, turning towards his room while Quackity kept an eye on him. “What?” “Sapnap, I think you might be shrinking.” At that, the blackette quickly set the surviving potions down and pushed them away from himself. “What are we gonna do?” The shifter shook his head. “I don’t know, Sap. I’m sure Karl has a plan, though.”

“You’re not gonna eat me once I’m small enough, right?” Well, if there was nothing to do, he at least wanted to be humorous about it. “Not promising anything.” The other replied with a smirk and a wink that had him almost doubled over laughing.

By the time Karl returned, Sapnap had shrunken to a third of his height and was still shrinking. He couldn’t hide his nervousness any longer, looking up at the brunette upon his arrival. “How.. long do you think it’ll take to make an antidote?” “I need to double check my list to see what I used to make the potion. From there it depends on how fast I can find the ingredient, but it shouldn’t be long. I, uh..” he trailed off, holding out an outfit that looked to be made for a doll.

“Your clothes aren’t shrinking with you for some reason, so I thought maybe you’d like something to put on.” And that was why he fell for the man to begin with. He didn’t deny that it’d be a while before he could fix it, but he was not only going to fix it but also make the other as comfortable as he can while he was stuck like this.

“Thanks, Karl.”

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He finally stopped shrinking at around five inches. Quackity had shifted back to his duck form, playfully chasing him around for a bit before Karl made them stop. Instead, the duck picked up the back of his shirt in his beak and swung him around so he could sit on his back. Karl made them food and then went right back to searching for an antidote. After they tried to use milk to flush the effect off of him, of course.

Unfortunately, that made Sapnap the target for a lot of questions. Quackity helped him up to the table before sitting down beside him, letting the man lean against him without complaint. “What color were the particles?” “You saw them, Karl.” He chuckled at first, stopping when he saw the serious expression on his face. “It may seem dumb, but some potions can look different to the affected. I know the potion was teal, but what color were the particles?” Right, he’d forgotten that Karl takes his potion making very seriously. He just hadn’t been on this side of the interrogations.

“They were teal.” He nodded, marking it down in the book he wrote his results in. “Did you feel strange, or off in any way?” “I wouldn’t have even noticed it at first if Quackity hadn’t said anything.” His lips began to press in a line as he nodded again, marking the answer down. “Teal potion and particles, no status change other than the obvious of course,” he smiled, causing Sapnap to grin back at him. “And milk didn’t reverse it. Let’s see..” he flipped through the book’s previous pages, reading the notes he jotted down for the potions he’d made that day, narrowing it down between a couple before eliminating one by going and pouring a bit of the other teal potion out, finding vibrant green particles in its place.

“I never knew you put this much effort into your potion crafting.” Sapnap mused softly. “I have to, Sapnap. I’d feel awful if someone were to get hurt or worse because I didn’t figure out every little bit about it. Which, I’m sorry you’re the Guinea pig in this one..” he said sheepishly, making the blackette roll his eyes and the duck he laid against to let out a soft but indignant quack. “It was bound to happen eventually, Karl. I don’t mind. Besides, I think out of everyone I’d want you to be taking care of me if this hadn’t happened at your house. You obviously have the skills for it.” And you’re sweet, and funny, and cute-

Quackity had a strange, knowing look in his beady eyes, nudging him softly with his beak. The brunette hadn’t caught on to this silent conversation, cheeks tinged pink as he sat back down. “Well, thank you Sapnap. That means a lot to me, especially from you. You’re one of my closest friends.” The duck let out another indignant squawk, nudging the shrunken man off him so he could get up and jump off the table, waddling away with an annoyed aura to his movements. Both men just watched, almost dumbfounded at the sudden shift.

“What was that about?” “Quackity gets like that sometimes. I’ve never figured out why, but it’s usually after you visit me.” “Huh…” and for a moment, he wondered if maybe Quackity just pretended to like him, and didn't value their friendship in the same regard that Sapnap did. Maybe he was jealous that Sapnap wanted to spend time with his teacher. But he shut that line of thinking down. Quackity was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve and said what was on his mind. There was no way he was keeping a secret like that away from them both. He just needed to figure out what was going on with him.

“Alright, Sapnap. I know which potion it was, and I’ll go into town and see if they have the antidote ingredient.” “If?” Karl faltered, the optimism leaving his voice slightly. “It’s a rare item, and the villagers already don’t like that I make potions. I may have to send someone to the kingdom to get the ingredients for me..” “That’s okay! I don’t mind either way, I mean, we figured out one of your potion effects and you already know the antidote, that’s amazing. You did all of this in like, what? An hour?” Besides, if I get stuck here, I can spend more time with both of them. Maybe get to the bottom of Quackity’s strange behavior. “You’re always so nice to me, Sapnap. I appreciate it so much, you don’t even know half of it.” “I appreciate your company too, Karl.” He smiled genuinely at him.

Karl left not long after, writing the name of the ingredient down so he didn’t forget it. Not a minute passed when Karl left before Quackity returned, human form with crossed arms. He sat down at the table, resting his head on his arms and frowning at him. It was starting to wear on Sapnap, honestly. “..You change your mind about eating me?” He joked. “How come you won’t tell Karl how you feel about him? I assure you he feels the same way. He never shuts up about you, man.” The small man froze, not expecting to be called out so harshly. “..Uh, I dunno what you mean-“ “Bullshit. You literally praise his every move. I’ve been down that path before, Sap. I know what love looks like.”

“I, I don’t know, Quackity. I mean, you say that he feels the same but how do you know for certain?” Quackity raised a brow at the question. “Oh, Q, I don’t know how to tell Sapnap I love him, I’m so scared to lose his friendship! What should I do?” He poorly mimicked the brunette’s voice, giving the other a flat look when he was done. “Uh-“ “Exact conversation we had today before you came. I’m telling you, just tell him. It’ll save you both a lot of pining.” “Look, I’m not that bold, okay?” A frustrated puff of breath escaped the shifter. “Okay.”

Sapnap thought that had been the end of it. Karl had returned, dejectedly telling them it would have to be a kingdom visit after all, and made them dinner. They all ate in relative silence, the brunette happier that Quackity seemed to be in a better mood. They made sleeping arrangements, and Sapnap went to sleep in Karl’s room on the pillow he didn’t use.

So when he woke up to the door being pushed open, seeing a duck waddling in dragging a potion by his mouth towards the bed? He was a little confused, to say the least. “Quackity?” Releasing the bottle, the shifter turned back to his human form, uncorking the bottle and setting it up on the nightstand on Karl’s side before shifting back. “What are you doing?” He sat up, watching concerned as the duck took the bottle’s neck into his beak again, turning to the sleeping brunette and pressing his chin down with his foot, pouring as much of the potion as he could into the other’s now open mouth. He was cut off by Sapnap ramming into him, knocking him off balance and off the bed.

Shifting back, he snatched the bottle out of his mouth and set it back on the nightstand, watching Karl carefully to make sure he hadn’t started choking. “What the fuck was that? What did you just do?” He turned his attention back to the blackette, clicking his tongue in annoyance before carefully scooping him up. “Helping you two out.” Before he could even ask what that meant, he’d been dropped somewhere dark and warm, and closed in before he even registered where he was. And when he had, his blood ran cold.

Quackity had dropped him in Karl’s mouth. “Quackity!? This isn’t funny!” He couldn’t even hear if he got a response, all his senses overwhelmed by his fear and his location. Squirming got him nowhere, only soaking his clothes through with spit, which he wrinkled his nose at. He tried to climb up, tried to find a hand hold on the giant teeth, but he couldn’t see. He hadn’t even realized he’d been pinned against the roof of his mouth until he was released, sliding back at an alarmingly fast rate.

“Karl, wake up! Please!” His fear started to get the better of him, and he called out to the obviously sleeping man, but he felt so confused, hurt, betrayed- and none of it made a difference, because Karl still wound up swallowing him, even if it were completely involuntary.

It was tight, the muscles squeezing him so tightly he’d wondered if he could even breathe, as if his breath wasn’t stuttering in fear. His wasn’t the only one either, he realized with guilt. Karl’s breathing began to waver as he continued getting squished down, only stopping once he was far enough down that all he could hear and feel was the man’s ginormous heart beat. And even then, it instilled him with a sense of dread, because he knew it wouldn’t be long before-

He stopped at a wall, body beginning to curl up as the throat muscles continued pushing him down, before it opened abruptly under him and he slipped into the hollow organ with little trouble. His breathing only got shakier at the realization, however. He’d been eaten. Quackity literally made the man he had a crush on eat him. Why? What had he done wrong? Was this really how he was going to go out?

“Karl!” He shrieked, resolve breaking as he pushed harshly against the walls around him. They started tightening in response, knocking his feet out from under him, and he fell against the closest wall. He’d long since started crying, terrified to lose his life, his friend, his love-

“Sapnap, calm down.” The voice was muffled but loud, and he flinched badly. It was Quackity, and his heart dropped to his stomach. “Hey, Sapnap. You’re okay, it’s okay. The potion protects you.” No, he thought. I can’t.. I can’t take these games. I just wanna know why. “…You probably don’t believe me, and that’s fine. But I know, I’m the one that tested it.” He paused a bit before continuing, and Sapnap couldn’t even tell if it was for him or for himself.

“Karl’s just as much of a coward as you are, if not more Sap. He won’t tell you and he won’t stop you from leaving to tell you. I haven’t been able to convince him otherwise. The potion’s safe, I promise I wouldn’t put you in danger purposely. But Karl won’t have a choice but to talk with you there.” “Can you hear me?” He spoke, repeating it with a shout when he got no response. And the same response came: silence.

So even if he wasn’t in danger, he was stuck, and no amount of screaming was going to help him because nobody could hear him. Sinking back down against the walls, he tried not to think of it as a punishment. Quackity was a silly man, who had silly ideas. The way he spoke, with his voice slightly steeped in guilt, made him believe he was at least genuine about his motive. There had just not been enough planning put into it, is all. He’d tried his best, which is.. definitely gonna scar Sapnap, and likely Karl as well once he wakes up, but surely it’ll be okay.

…Right?

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When morning came, Sapnap had finally fallen asleep, a weight in Karl’s middle that he noticed almost immediately. That, of course, and the half empty bottle of the potion that stopped his digestive system sitting on his nightstand. Though, he chose to brush it off for a bit, getting up and getting ready for the day so he could go join his apprentice, believing that he had Sapnap. “Quackity, what happened last night that made me get that potion out?” “Hm? I dunno, I was sleeping.” He’d already begun breakfast, keeping a close eye on the eggs to ensure they didn’t burn. “Hm, okay.. where’s Sapnap?”

Karl was observant, one had to be when you made experimental potions and tested them. His companion was fidgeting, refusing to look him in the eye and disguising it as cooking. Quackity also never offered to cook, unless.. he was making up for something. Plus, he was always direct when answering questions about potions, he had to be for Karl. Something was up.

“What did you do?” He spoke gently, phrasing it more of a casual question than an accusation. He’d found out a while back that accusations made the man anxious, and he didn’t want to make him scared. “Made it easier for you.” The other still acted closed-off, and it was beginning to concern him. “What?” “Made it easier for you. Y’know, so you can tell Sap the truth.” His cheeks turned pink at the reminder, but he didn’t stand down. “I don’t think I’m understanding this right. Where is Sapnap?” “….” At the silence, he felt worry gnaw at his core. “Quackity?” “..I didn’t mean to leave the bottle on your nightstand. He tackled me and I forgot about it because I was worried he’d wake you up.” “What did you do?” It was barely above a breath, but it made the shifter wince and look away again. “I.. put him somewhere he couldn’t leave. So you could tell him without chickening out again.”

And then the weight in his middle shifted, and the color drained from his face.

“He’s safe, before you start-“ “WHY WAS THAT YOUR FIRST IDEA!?” He saw Quackity flinch back and felt Sapnap jump at the yell, and he felt guilty. He felt so guilty, how had he not realized sooner!? If it wasn’t for the potion, he would have already been sick, and as it was his hand clamped over his mouth. He was shaking, he knew he was shaking, and he needed to breathe but Sapnap was going to hate him-

He was lowered to the ground, Quackity shifting to a duck and pressing himself into his arms, resting his weight on him to ground him. He hadn't even realized he’d spiraled, but he could tell how badly he scared Sapnap when he had. He could feel the other pressing hesitantly against him, having nothing else he could do. He couldn’t hear him, after all.

For his part, the duck looked guilty, pulling away as soon as Karl seemed stable again and shifting back, unable to look him in the eyes. “This.. wasn’t my best idea, I’m realizing.” “Out of everything you could have gone with, why..” he sounded tired, drained, and it made Quackity look guiltier. “Just figured that if he was somewhere where he couldn’t run off, you’d be able to finally admit how you felt to him. I didn’t think about how none of us would be able to hear him..”

“Quackity, how am I supposed to get him out? I can’t throw up when the potion’s in effect.” The blackette frowned, looking down as he thought of ideas. His eyes lit up suddenly, and he looked up at Karl. “Lay back down for a second.” Though confused, he obliged, and Quackity leaned over his abdomen. His confusion only went away once the other spoke. “Sapnap, one tap for yes, two taps for no. Can you hear us okay?”

Ah, he’s setting up a system so we can talk.

He felt one tap, and nodded to the other. “Okay, good. So, we may have a bit of a problem.” “Quackity-“ “If you drink milk you risk him getting hurt before he can be brought up. I don’t think he can crawl back up himself, and I’d have to have a shrinking potion myself to go in after him.” He sighed, rubbing at his head. “I owe you both so much for this, I’m sorry, I just thought-“ Karl felt two taps, and froze. “What are you saying no to, Sapnap?” Of course, they couldn’t get an answer. “.. What did you use to make the shrinking potion?” Worry made his brow furrow, and it only got worse when he couldn’t meet the other’s eyes. “Q?” “It’s my fault, I’ll go in and help him back out. What was the ingredient?” Karl slowly sat back up, making sure not to jostle his passenger too much. “A warped mushroom.. I brewed it using a weakness potion too..” He nodded, standing up and heading towards the cabinet. Pulling the weakness potion out, he placed it in Karl’s hands on his way to the kitchen to find the mushroom.

They’d done this song and dance many times, Quackity gathered the potions ingredients and Karl set up the brewing stand. He carefully got to his feet, walking to the table to place the potion under the tap and find the power source, blaze powder. His face contorted in confusion, searching the brewing stand itself and then the table, and.. he couldn’t remember where he’d set it. Not the first time, but frustrating nonetheless.

“Karl..” Quackity set the powder beside the brewing stand, along with the warped mushroom. “It’s our last warped mushroom, we’ll have to get some when we get the antidote.” He nodded, hands shaking slightly as he loaded the powder and mushroom into the brewing stand. “How.. how are you going to go about this?” “String? That way you can pull us up and it won’t be affected by the potion.” He nodded, eyes turning back to the table as he let his mind linger on the situation. That is, until arms wrapped around him from behind.

“I’m sorry.” “I know, Quackity.” “What can I do to make it up to you?” “I think you’re doing enough, for me that is. Sapnap may feel differently, but I dunno.” The other was shaking, and Karl hoped it wasn’t out of fear of what was about to happen. He himself was scared of it. He doesn’t know how he swallowed Sapnap without even realizing..

The brewing stand gave a soft noise, indicating that it had finished. “I’ll go grab some string.” Quackity spoke, setting the potion down and heading towards the bedrooms once more. Karl took a seat in one of the chairs, arms wrapped gently around his abdomen. “So, before Quackity comes and gets you out, I.. think I want to tell you something.” Nerves had long since settled in, and he wanted to retract the statement. But.. he also may not get another chance like this. Never mind the fact that he was sure Sapnap would avoid him for a while after this.

“I don’t quite remember when it started, or, how much it actually affected how I thought,” he started, arms tightening as they began to shake. “But.. I think I’m in love with you. And, obviously you don’t have to return those feelings, and I don’t want to ruin what we have already, I just.. after all this, you deserve to know. And when you get back to normal size, if you decide you never want to see me again, that’s fine too.” He hated that his voice cracked at the end, that his eyes had filled with tears. He’d convinced himself that there was no way Sapnap would feel the same, he didn’t think he could go through that heartbreak, but after all this?

“I think you’ll be surprised, honestly.” The brunette jumped at the voice, looking up to see his apprentice lingering at the doorway. “We had a talk about it when you went to the village.” He took the chair beside the other, setting the long piece of string on the table. “That's why I did this. And yea, I didn’t think this plan all the way through, and I’m still sorry about the whole thing, but.. it worked.” He gave a wry smile to the other, who sighed before returning one. “You always come up with the weirdest schemes.” Look, they’re not weird if they work, okay?” “Tell that to the villagers. ‘Oh I made my teacher confess to their crush by making him swallow him, don’t worry, his experimental potions made it all possible’. See how they react.” He tried to mimic the man’s voice, pouting when he was laughed at. “What was that supposed to be?” “You!”

They bickered for a moment longer, both easing into the situation they were about to endure, and Karl was glad to note that by the time the shifter grabbed the potion, his shoulders had dropped and there wasn’t an ounce of fear in his face. It helped him relax more, his own expression softening as he watched the other drink the potion, sitting up on the table so he didn’t fall when he shrunk.

Quackity had also grabbed a doll outfit of his own, remembering what happened when Sapnap had shrunken, which Karl hadn’t considered until the man had already been engulfed in his own clothes. Before he could get up to go get clothes for him, he already wriggled out from the now mountainous attire. “Already thought of it.” He grinned, barely containing his laughter at the somewhat dramatic eye roll he got in retaliation. “I’m curious about something.” Karl mentioned as he held a hand out to the other. “What?” “How did you come up with that idea to begin with? Surely you had other ideas for this.” Quackity pulled himself up onto the hand, bringing the string with him as he was raised up closer.

“Sapnap kept making jokes about getting eaten.” “Uh-“ “He meant them as jokes, I meant them as jokes, but then it just became the first thought I had. I mean, how much closer can he get to you anyway?” “Maybe if I could hear him, Quackity.” He snarked, taking the end of the string into his other hand and wrapping it around the tiny’s middle. The shifter took the ends and tied them together, double, triple and quadruple tying it at Karl’s insistence. “I think you’re blowing this outta proportion.” “What happens if the string falls off of you, though? Nobody else is going to let me do this.”

“It’s knotted fine, Karl. Now are we gonna do this, or am I gonna die of old age first?” “You’re awfully eager to get eaten.” “I’m eager to get this shit over with and accept whatever punishment Sapnap decides to give me.” He gave a skeptical look, which made the other laugh. “Let’s get this done before he decides to wrestle me while we’re in there for taking too long.” And.. that absolutely was something he could see Sapnap doing, so he stopped stalling, bringing the smaller up to his mouth and swallowing his nerves before opening it wide enough to put him in.

He felt awful when the blackette flinched back, eyes closed so he couldn’t see the fear he knew was etched on his face. Just as quickly as the panic came, it went, and he was met with the foreign feeling of his apprentice pulling himself into his mouth using his teeth as handholds. He didn’t dare move until he felt the man pull all his limbs closer to himself, carefully closing his mouth to prevent his teeth from cutting the string.

He was horrified to find he liked how the other tasted. A blend of savory and spicy, it would have been wonderful had it been a meal and not his apprentice and one of his closest friends. He was ashamed to even let his mind wander, imagining how Sapnap must have tasted when he swallowed him as well, accidentally or otherwise. He tried to ignore the thoughts, he really did, but it was hard when the blackette in his mouth called out. “You trying to drown me or something!?” And wow, he really was drooling a lot..

He mentally shook his head, sharply dispelling the thoughts as he gathered his courage and tipped his head back. The sooner they were out, the sooner he could completely eliminate those thoughts. He shouldn’t think of his friends as delicious, that in itself was just horrendous in his eyes. Taking a deep breath through his nose, feeling the man go limp to help him out. Taking more string into his mouth so he didn’t choke too badly, he took the first swallow.

Quackity wasn’t a big person at normal size, he was maybe a few centimeters taller than Sapnap was when shrunken, but when he only got the man’s legs in his throat with as hard of a swallow as he’d done? How did he ever get Sapnap down? At that point, there was little else he could do but keep swallowing, the second pulling him up to his torso, the third pulling him the rest of the way in.

After that, he just had to make sure he didn’t sever the string.

~ ~ ~

If Quackity had not regretted this plan yet, he definitely did now.

Being squeezed in every direction by warm, soft muscles, forced down and completely surrounded by loud white noise like his teacher’s heart or his shaky breathing? He felt more than a little overwhelmed, and he could only imagine how bad it had been for poor Sapnap, who hadn’t even known he was safe. The only thing he could do was just stay limp, and try not to focus on anything too much to keep from spiraling. His mind jolted back to reality when his feet hit a wall, the next swallow making him scrunch down onto himself. “Uh..Karl!?” He couldn’t help the panic when yet another swallow hadn’t made him budge.

Until he suddenly did, the wall opening under him and making him slip into the equally dark organ. He fell right on top of who could only have been Sapnap, which caused the both of them to struggle as they tried to orient themselves and stand up. Quackity hadn’t been standing long, catching his breath in the muggy air before he felt something strike his arm, and he reeled back with a hiss of pain. He wasn’t going to complain, he just needed Sapnap to get his anger out. “Motherfucker-”

“I’m sorry, Sapnap.” He cut the other off, freezing when he’d realized he’d done it. He curled into himself slightly, trying to appear smaller. “I didn’t think this plan all the way through, I know that. I’ll make it up to you however you want me to-“ “Can we get out of here first? Dunno about you, but I’ve been in here a better part of this day and I’d like to be able to stretch.” He didn’t sound angry, or upset, he just sounded tired, and it made the other feel worse. “Yeah, we can get out.” He tugged against the string, reaching out and finding the other’s hand before pulling him over to him. For his part, Sapnap did not fight against him when he was pulled into a hug to make it easier for Karl to pull them up, both knowing it was going to be hard regardless.

And it was, the first tug that pulled them into his throat made the larger man gag, and from there they were tugged up faster than before in his desperation to get them out of his throat. Quackity could feel Sapnap wince against his shoulder, and he himself was wincing as well at the tight squeeze. It was bad enough with only one of them going down, but both of them together and being pulled up made it feel like they were suffocating in more ways than one.

Karl seemed to feel the same way, as his breaths were not as steady as they should have been when they’d finally made it past the large heart throbbing against them as they were tugged up. Finally, after the painstakingly slow journey up, they were pulled into a more open space with a slight cough. They hadn’t even had time to register that they’d finally been freed from the confines of their friend’s throat before they were pulled from his mouth completely, set gently on the table before the brunette doubled over in his chair, trying desperately to catch his breath and stop his stomach from rolling.

Sapnap himself had a hard time readjusting, having grown used to the dark, warm space inside of his crush but finding comfort in the cool surface below. Glancing over at Quackity, he could tell the ordeal had taken a lot out of him as well, laid on his back and weakly tugging at the wet string still attached to his waist. Rolling onto his stomach, which felt like a momentous task with his achy muscles, he crawled over and started working to undo the knot. He tried to ignore the fact that he felt the shifter’s body flinch away from under his hand, knowing the other expected punishment.

Finally, the string gave way, and he pulled it away from the other before promptly collapsing on the table once more. “How did that make me sore?” “I think it was too much pressure.” Quackity groaned in response, still laid down with closed eyes. “Is-“ Karl’s voice was shot, and Sapnap looked up to the now standing brunette. He held a cloth in his hand. “Is it okay if I help you dry off?” He seemed apprehensive, ready to bolt if the shrunken man even looked upset with him.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” He gave an easy smile back, hoping to calm the other’s nerves before he was gently scooped up.

Carefully drying the saliva and potion still clinging to the tiny’s form, Karl whispered apologies. “I’m sorry that this happened. Like I said, if you don’t want to stay, that’s okay-“ “I just need time to think, Karl. This situation wasn’t your fault anyway, you were sound asleep.” Sapnap had already made his mind up; of course he was going to forgive and reciprocate Karl’s feelings. But he also just needed a minute to pull his own words together so he didn’t make himself a complete fool. So for the time being, he let himself relax into the other’s movements.

Only after Sapnap was finished, and he was then scooped up, did Quackity realize his error: he couldn’t go back to normal height. He couldn’t go get the ingredients to turn them back. He bit his tongue, looking down with more guilt than before. He’d gotten so lost in his attempt to help out again that he’d screwed them over worse than before… “I’m sorry-“ “It’s okay, Quackity.” “It isn’t. How are we supposed to get the ingredients to turn us back now?” Karl carefully ran the cloth against his face, movements never on the verge of rough. “I.. don’t know, but it’ll be okay. If I have to go get the ingredients myself, I will. You’re okay, Quackity.”

“Actually..” Sapnap spoke up, catching both their attention as Quackity was set back on the table. “I’ve got a friend who owes me a favor.”

~ ~ ~

The man at the doorway was nothing short of intimidating, eyes hidden behind goggles and shirt a light blue in comparison to everyone’s white shirts. It was like he was something of an artist, dying the threads and fabric he used to make his own personal designs and clothes. Karl would be impressed if those sharp eyes didn’t watch his every move as he invited the man inside. “So, it’s kind of a long story as to what happened-“ “What did he do this time?” The accent was unexpected, but Karl did well not to mention it. “Well, he was trying to help me with my potions and-“ It had been too late to explain, as the man instantly spotted the blackette on the table and quickly walked over.

“What the fuck have you done to yourself?” The brunette winced at the accusation, and Sapnap waved it off. “Accidents happen. Are you gonna help me out or not?” The other brunette sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose above his glasses. “What am I supposed to tell Dream?” “That I need these ingredients for my f- boyfriend. Who’s a potion brewer.” Karl was very good at schooling his expression, it seemed, but Quackity was not, eyes widening and mouth threatening to drop agape. “..what ingredient?” “Uh-“ Sapnap faltered.

“I need crimson mushrooms..” Karl spoke up, hesitantly. The man turned to him, watching him for a moment with a calculating gaze. “Make a list of everything you need from the kingdom. I’ll go get ready.” “My hero.” Sapnap pretended to swoon, leaning back with a hand draped over his forehead. “Well if you’d stop being an idiot I wouldn’t have to be your ‘hero’.” He rolled his eyes from behind his goggles. “I’ll return in a moment.”

Quackity slammed an elbow into his ribs the second the man closed the door behind him. “Your boyfriend, huh!?” His face turned bright red and he looked away. “I mean-“ “Do you mean it?” There was fragile hope in the brunette’s eyes, a pensive look pulling the corners of his lips down. “Well, yeah. If.. if that’s okay with you. I mean, you said you loved me earlier and I definitely feel the same-“ he was scooped up before he could even process what happened, a giant kiss enveloping his face.

“I’d be happy to be your boyfriend.” He whispered when he pulled away, smiling at him and barely holding his tears back. If Sapnap was red before, he was positively scarlet now, chest slightly heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Oh.. that’s good.” He couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his own face, grinning up at the larger. “Thank prime all that’s sorted out.” Quackity laid back on the table, looking up at the two. “No offense, but if you complained about your feelings to me one more time Karl I might have dropped a potion on you.” “You wouldn’t have and you know it.” The shifter opened his mouth, before closing it and looking askance. “Yeah, yeah you’re right.”

“Alright, I gotta get this list together for your friend.” “George, I promise he’s not as much of an asshole as he makes himself out to be.” A strange look came to the shifter’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything else. Well, he did, just not on the subject. “Blaze powder, crimson mushrooms, warped mushrooms, maybe some more ghast tears if we can afford it..” “I wouldn’t worry about cost. This is George repaying his favor, he can just complain to Dream and get the cost lowered anyway.” Again, that strange look came to Quackity’s face, but he didn’t speak on it. “I’d still like to pay him back, though..” Karl pouted.

“I’m telling you it’s fine, George will get over it.” “What is this favor thing anyway?” “I bailed his ass out of a lot of trouble a while back. He said he owed me one. I just never expected to have to pay it in.” A knock on the door interrupted their conversation, and Karl picked up his list before walking to the door. Sapnap turned to Quackity as the brunette disappeared from sight. “You okay?” The shifter nodded, keeping his expression neutral. “Okay.. you know you can talk to me if you need to, right?” With that, his shoulders dropped. “I know. You and Karl both. It’s just.. never mind.” He shook his head, looking away.

Sapnap frowned, but he didn’t push the issue. “He’s headed out. He said it may take a few weeks, though.” “That’s fine, Karl.” He looked up to the larger as he approached the table, smiling at him. “For now, do we wanna go nap for a while? It’s not like I’m gonna get much done with both of you at this size anyway.” “Fuck yes!” Quackity cheered, walking over to the brunette. “I wouldn’t mind.” Sapnap agreed, joining Quackity at the edge of the table as the two were gently scooped up by Karl’s hands. He made sure his hands stayed steady as he walked to his room, putting both on the pillow Sapnap was originally sleeping on before crawling under the covers himself.

Then he picked them back up, much to their confusion. Though, it quickly changed to appreciation as they were held against the giant’s chest, under the blanket where they’d stay warmer. A content sigh escaped the brunette, and his body relaxed into the bed. “Good night, Q, Sap. I love you.” “I love you too, Karl.” Warmth flooded his chest as he said it back, happy that he finally had the ability to. “Uh, you mean that as a friend for me, right Karl?” Quackity tried to clarify, but his answer was a soft snore. “K-Karl?” Sapnap chuckled as he settled down against the other’s chest, letting the loud heartbeat lull him to sleep.

This was absolutely not how he expected his confession to go, but there was no way he’d trade it. Not many people could say they had such a thrilling confession story, and he was glad to have the one he had, with his best friend beside him. Though… Now that warm fuzzy feeling he had for Karl was starting to show up when he thought of Quackity. But that’s a story for another time.

And so the three allowed themselves to relax after the events of the day, content with each other’s company. And Sapnap was eager to see what the future held when they were all normal sized again.

[throwaway2763]

Hey, I don’t know how to start this, this isn’t the kind of thing I would usually post but I feel like if I don’t do something, no one will, I’m using a throwaway for my own safety and mental health

This is about a member of the object show community who harassed me, and others, please forgive me as I don’t remember their username clearly, but I believe it was Retroslope or something close to it.

All names will be censored but theirs will not be. (me in pink, unrelated people in white and other victim in blue)

When I was 15, and they were around 19, we were in a discord server together, I won’t name it as I don’t want all of this brought back to me, I’m scared of them.

I was on the mod team and a little strict, which caused people to hate me, Retroslope (who from now I will call TB as that’s what I knew them by) created a server outside of the one we were in originally making fun of dreamsexuals, then they created a channel specifically to bully me, it started as a joke, calling me annoying and such, but soon it turned into jokes about zoophilia, which I am not and am completely disgusted by

(Screenshots for proof of what they said)

[2 screenshots from a discord server, one saying “(censored name) resisting the urge to fuck the caged goats at the zoo” the other saying “But I fucking hate (censored name) if I could I would absolutely tell her how annoying she is” “I bet she’s gonna go to the vent channel because of this”]

[Discord screenshot of a channel named “shit on (censored name) bitch ass wanna be mother fucking cunt ass bitch boy looking ass dsmp wanna be fuck”]

I went into this server and me and my friends started yelling at them, which at first I believed myself to be in the wrong for this reaction

In this server it was also revealed that the person they had a queer platonic relationship with, and fell asleep on calls with, was 12 years old

They continuously sent Vore and other fetish art into a public server full of minors (I was In it) as a joke, a member who was around 16 years old would also make jokes about TB having their kids and TB would laugh about it (name censored for their own privacy)

[discord screenshot reading “TB YOU’RE LIKE THE HOTTEST PERSON EVER I WANT TO HAVE YOUR CHILDREN /P”]

Just before this they got that same member to be their friend by saying “they have no one else” and they’ve gotten attached to them and can’t let go (remember, 16 and 19)

[a discord screenshot “saying the only reason i still interact with tb is because i feel like i have to. he has no one else because gb left him and he clings to me sometimes :/”]

Later once all their accounts were banned from the server they made another one, to DM me and “start over” and I believed them, of course this wasn’t true, as they went back to their disgusting behaviour

They made me believe I was the bad guy for shipping a male character with a lesbian coded character (Gelatin x lollipop) which I no longer ship btw

I felt horribly guilty for my overreaction

Now this I can’t talk on as much as it was told to me second hand, but there was a second person who was also harassed, (the 16 year old mentioned before) where they would make jokes like the one seen before towards eachother, and soon they got extremely attached as TB made them believe they were good friends

As for myself, TB made me believe they’d changed, so I continued contact, joining a server where they would frequently traumadump to minors

I started to get an attachment and trying my best to give them love and support, I’m unsure if this counts as grooming however

I’m sorry for the long post but I needed to say something

In summary, Retroslope:

- made zoophila jokes about me when I was 15

- made a channel specifically to bully me

- groomed people

- sent fetish art to minors as “a joke”

- had a qpr with a 12 year old who they would fall asleep on calls with (they were around 18 or 19 at the time)

- had a discord where they’d traumadump to kids

So sorry to dig up something that happened a year ago but this isn’t petty drama, this person could be a genuine danger, although I haven’t interacted with them since this event so I’m unsure if they’re even still active

I’m not asking for this to become a big situation, I don’t want any attention on me for this, and I don’t want them to be “cancelled” all I want is for what they did to be known (if anyone has proof of the second hand claims being false please let me know)

[destroyscythe-heck]

Oooh I can roast all of these

Religious Imagery: I t’s all just Catholic stuff as interpreted by people who’s only exposure was falling asleep at the Easter and Christmas services, having had a Supernatural phase, liking Good Omens, watching Evangelion once and not really getting it (that Hideaki Anno guy sure hates nerds doesn’t he?), and maybe a few passing glances at some Warhammer stuff. Ethel Cain asked the question that could have completely revolutionized this sort of cliche, what if Protestantism instead?

Dog Motif: just admit you have a praise kink, I’ll give you a nice big bone if you do. Also bone in this context is a metaphor for a copy of the hit video game Armored Core VI: Fires of Rubicon.

Devouring as a Symbol of Love: we get it, you watched Hannibal. Also you probably would be happier if you just admitted that you are into Vore and it doesn’t need to be this grand artistic statement. Even if it doesn’t go with your carefully curated personal aesthetic, you can still be into Vore.

Fruit As Allegory For the Body: “Hey,… hey… didya… did you.. do you know… do you know that… do you know that if… that if… heh heh oh I can’t say it… but here I go… did you know that if you cut a grapefruit in half lengthwise… if you cut it like that… in like the direction of the stem… in that direction… that if you cut a grapefruit in half… oh it’s getting hot in here I’m embarrassing myself… (deep breath)… did you know that if you cut a grapefruit in half lengthwise it kinda looks like a pussy.” (Phew that was a lot)

Raw Meat as a Symbol of Desire: Ok Google, can you look up some vegan restaurants near me… yeah I just don’t get this one. But maybe it’s because my mom couldn’t even look at a coupon for raw chicken without wanting to hurl when she was pregnant with me. Or just those raw carnivore diet people all over like TikTok making just the most disgusting looking “food” ever. I wouldn’t even feed my dog that stuff. Also why is it always just like a steak right out of the packaging, like sushi and tartare and ceviche are right there. Actually can we make fish be like the next cool big deal symbolism ™️ thing on here?

Distorted Refection as a Symbol of Shame: There are two ways this one can go. Your favorite Disney character is Mulan, or you had a major creepypasta phase, like you were so into creepypasta you actually made an account on SomethingAwful to get to the good creepypastas. Both of these had absolutely no bearing on your growth and development as a person whatsoever, for better or worse.

Phone: Did you know that Black Mirror has been a thing for like over 10 years at this point? Like it is over a decade old. That’s crazy. There’s a very obvious joke I could be making here, but that show has been around for more than a decade now so what’s the point. Ok maybe one last hurrah for old times sake … “Wot if a phone was yer mum, that would be real fucked up innit?”

[ayylovley]

ROLEPLAY WITH ME;

And I don’t mean a canon character or OC x reader/writer. (Tho I do character on character too so if u really wanted to do that that’s fine) in case u don’t know what I mean cuz I’ve been told numerous times I can’t explain shit. I want rp where example, I play any character u want and you play as yourself. And Vise Versa. Basically a self insert rp!!

Like this post or dm me after reading all this please! ❤️

Rules:

BE 18+ I WANT SMUT WITH MY RPS!

I’m into any category even crack. (Basically fucking around)

BE PATIENT I have to go to work and thinking about starting school soon so if I’m not responding I’m not ignoring u. I also have ADHD and it causes me to forgot to reply to certain rps. Again I apologize.

I would prefer if we did both of our rps at the same time. Like for example I can do my own on here or Discord, and we can do yours here or Discord (whatever u prefer) if u don’t have Discord that’s fine we can take turns on here!

When it comes to smut I’m into about anything within writing cuz Imma freak, but the things I’m not ok with are, scat, piss, throw up, vore.

I have no triggers to writing but if u do let me know I will respect your boundaries.

Reasons why you should roleplay with me;

I’m kinda a people pleaser on here so don’t be shy to ask for any request!

However: I want the rps to be fair! I dealt with some selfish people. I don’t wanna again, tho I wouldn’t let myself deal with them ever again. Examples like: if my replies in character are very long and detailed, I highly expect for you to do the same. Tho if you can’t think of anything and you got writers block; (valid) short replies are👌

If you’re embarrassed about ur idea being too “weird” or “wacky” hey, I’ve been there! I’ve written some weird and wacky things for characters! I always say; “you can sometimes be a little out of character or write some cringy concepts to make you happy.” So wacky rps I love! Bring ‘em to me!

For example a friend of mine and I wrote a crossover with Leprechaun (from the movie) and Chucky. I was in it and a lot of weird shit went down. It was hella fun.

I write for ALL of the characters listed on my main blog pinned post. But also, if there’s a character you’d reeeally wanna love, don’t be afraid to tell me about them! It can be from any movie. My brain has a good grasp on what a character is like and I can def write them for you! :)

Ever wanted to give Bubba Sawyer kisses? Well now you can, with Maya’s Radical Roleplay-✨

Only 9.99! What a steel! Just call in today! (Or night, cuz it’s…night-)

[dzamie-oc]

A Snek Solution to a Snek Problem

Minors please DNI with this story. I don’t like y’all being near my vore. Plus, it’s rated Mature.

Rating: Mature (it’s vore) Relationships: Trixie Lulamoon / Starlight Glimmer Characters: Trixie Lulamoon, Starlight Glimmer, (OC) Opal the lamia Summary: A magical mishap has left Trixie as a snek. Luckily, she and Starlight are going to visit somecreature who can probably help her! And just in time for lunch, too! Length: ~2500 words

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>strolling through an unfamiliar section of Ponyville "Again, Trixie, I'm so sorry I couldn't help you undo the spell." >the light-blue snakepony slithering next to you smiles and pats your head >her condescension is annoying >but those cute li'l fangs of hers make up for it >"Oh please, the Great and Powerful Snixie always knows what to do when a trick goes wrong!" >shoot her a deadpan look "Snixie?" >your friend's constant smug is undiminished >"Snake plus Trixie. Years of naming Trixie's- uh, my performances has left me unparalleled when it comes to thinking of names!" "You... may want to workshop that one a bit." >to your surprise, she actually considers it >you could point her at some great spellcasters' ophidiocentric spell names, to draw inspiration from >"Of course, if Trixie is to use this in her show, she will need to add SEVERAL adjectives..." >nevermind

>finally come to a particular house >go up to knock >"Wait! Starlight, before we do this..." >Trixie's horn glows, bathing the two of you in pale blue light >nothing happens >"Just something Trixie picked up while practicing her even MORE daring Mysterious Manticore Maw Mayhem Escape!" >o-kay >knock on the door >>"Just a sec!" >it opens to reveal Opal, another blue lamia >though, unlike Trixie, Opal was apparently born that way >and she's got stripes >>"Starlight Glimmer and Trixie, yes? Do come in, I made sandwiches." >go in >Trixie slithers through the door as well >her walls are covered in photos >all of them are Opal standing - er, whatever snakes do - with somepony >most taken in her backyard, though some in the house >oddly, you don't see anypony appear in more than one >"Psst! Hey, Starlight!" >briefly wonder if Trixie can whisper in anything other than a stage-whisper >she points at a familiar-looking colt >but where did you see him... >"Isn't that the guy on those missing posters?" >oh yeah, he was on the milk cartons >>"Missing posters? Bramble's gone?" >Opal furrows her brow >>"He stopped by just a few weeks ago. Though, I'm sorry to say, no telling where he went after he left." >huh >sit down at the table >she did indeed make sandwiches >dandelion, clover, and good ol' daisy >the clover is quite tasty! >Trixie takes a bite of the daisy >her muzzle scrunches >she swallows, but puts the sandwich back down "So... how exactly does this work? Breaking Trixie's spell, I mean." >>"Family secret. For generations, we've helped ponies who didn't like their experiments with transformation spells. Ex-unicorns who put pegasus wings on wrong, broken horns, so many cases of self-inflicted gender dysphoria..." >she giggles >>"Actually, a fair number of these photos are my mom or grandma. And when I have a daughter, I hope she'll keep mine, too." >that explains the sheer quantity >>"But, if I may brag-" >mutter under your breath "don't worry, I'm used to it" >>"-We have a near hundred percent success rate at rendering ponies no longer afflicted by those transformation spells! ...or potions, we do get the occasional zebra." >"See? Trixie KNEW she was the right choice!" >Celestia, that fanged smirk is cute >try to picture yourself with one >...nah, fangs look evil on you >file that away in the "if I ever become evil again" section of your mind >being friends with Trixie really gave you an appreciation for aesthetic "If you don't mind, Opal, for the ones shy of that hundred percent, what happens? Trixie isn't going to get wor-" >pause >realize you asked a lamia if your temporarily-lamia friend will get "worse" >further worse than being a lamia >buck "Er, rather, she's in no danger of becoming something completely different, is she?" >Opal laughs, and there's a light hiss underneath it >briefly wonder if Trixie's laugh would do the same thing >>"Oh, even when it doesn't work as we expect, the pony comes away no worse for wear. Besides, the last time a transformation stuck even past the family method was when mom tried to help the Princess herself! And I'd chalk that up to alicorn magic being weird." >you and Trixie nod understandingly >finish the sandwiches >Trixie didn't have any, but she also didn't look hungry for them >follow Opal out to her backyard >she carries a camera and tripod in her tail, then sets it up >>"Would you two mind taking a photo with me?" >Trixie poses >"The Great and Powerful Trixie always has time for fan photos! An autograph'll cost you, though." >gently pat her back >her scales still feel unfamiliar "For her wall, Trixie, like all those others she helped?" >your friend lowers her upper body a bit, a sheepish grin and blush spreading on her face >"I... I knew that. Trixie was just making a joke." >Opal curls her long body around both of you >>"Okay, gotta get both of you in frame. Give each other a big hug!" "With just your forelegs, Trixie, I'm not looking to suffocate today." >she sticks her now-forked tongue out at you >but the two of you hug anyway >her scales are surprisingly warm >not as soft as fur, of course, but not as hard as you'd expected >FLASH >the camera clicks >>"One more, just in case." >FLASH >rather than blinding light, though, your vision goes dark >something soft and wet squishes around your ears >mashing your head against Trixie's >did Opal or Trixie not dry her hooves after washing? >the surrounding embrace suddenly tightens >can barely turn your head, let alone bring magic to your horn >the odd heat slips down over your shoulders and most of your forelegs >...well, at least Trixie's scales are pretty comfortable even pressed this firmly together >in case you hadn't figured out where you are, a loud -GULP- tips you off >Trixie sighs >the sheer understatement of her reaction delays your own >Opal's throat pushes you both deeper again >instinctively struggle >"Ow! Hey!" >new plan: more-strategic struggling "Sorry, Trixie, but she ATE us!" >twist and squirm, blindly pushing your hooves and forelegs against the striped lamia's insides >the saliva soaking through your fur and the throat's tight grip foil that attempt, though >and, by how much of your body feels warm and wet, she's almost got all four hooves in "Woah!" >sudden vertigo as gravity seems to shift around you >"Eep!" >Trixie's hooves wrap tightly around you >you sure miss breathing >...and there go your hooves >at least Opal's throat isn't as tight by your head anymore >maybe you can hold her at bay long enough to- >wait "Trixie! You've still got plenty of snakey length outside! See if you can pull us free!" >feel her fidget next to you >"Trixie... already tried that. Look, I may be the greatest and most powerful lamia, but, uh... this is not a trick I have practiced blindfolded. Or at all." >well buck "Then, try to push her away from my horn. Maybe I can still teleport us away, and we'll ask for help from Twili-" >"NO!!" >her heartbeat speeds up >"There's- there's no need to get HER involved in this. Besides, Trixie is already a fantastic escape artist!" >the steady, muscular ripples driving you deeper stop >the stale air around you grows a bit sharper >"In fact..." >a cascade of mercifully-dim lights illuminate your surroundings >Trixie holds Opal's stomach walls away from the two of you to cast her lightshow >what you can see is... >not encouraging >dark blue, fleshy walls shift and try to press in from all sides >dripping what's surely caustic stomach acid all around >soaking into your fur... >you shudder and light your own horn >power courses into it >and sputters away >with this much magic, you could... try to GLOW Opal to death >>"Ooh, I felt that. You're pretty strong, Starlight; I even gave you more of a dose than most unicorns." >shake your head >focus your magic >it hits where it was before >and just dissipates >>"So really, thank you for indulging in my hospitality. I could've been out a meal if you'd stopped at just one sandwich!" >a new weight visibly strains Trixie, now illuminated only by the passive glow of your horns >if you had to guess, Opal is laying on you >smugly >>"And, if I might add, you two were deli-" >"Excuse you! TRIXIE was talking!" >blink at the glaring lamia >even Opal withdraws >"Much better! Now, as Trixie was saying, Trixie is SUCH a good escape artist that she could help her assistant and best friend escape from not one, but TWO stomachs!" >furrow your brow "Trixie, what are you-" >it hits you "Oh, no. Trixie, no." >Trixie nods, wearing her usual confident smile >"Trixie, yes. C'mon, Starlight, I didn't get any sandwiches, and there's no downside!" >you're pretty sure Opal's acids are starting to burn away your fur >which is odd, because you can't feel it "What do you MEAN there's no downside?! The downside is I get EATEN!" >"Oh, please, Starlight, you're already eaten. If it works, it will be the greatest and most powerful escape act you have ever been in, and if it doesn't work, we'll die anyway, but I'll die full." >"So come on, what's one more throat? Besides, weren't you the one who okayed Fluttershy's lesson on accommodating different creatures' diets?" >the second-worst thing about being Trixie's best friend is being exposed to her unreasonable schemes and ideas >the worst thing is having to admit that some of them are actually logically sound >sigh >pull yourself up next to her >stare right in those pink-purple eyes "Alright, before I change my mind. You're a real piece of work, Trixie." >"The Great and Powerful Trixie does not disappoint with her performances." >get a nice, good look at her fangs when she opens her jaws >wider than a pony ought to be able to >before you can stare any longer, her hoof comes behind your head >at least this time, you know you're being eaten >you'd say that her being a friend means she'll be gentler than Opal >but this is Trixie >at least she won't do it on purpose >try to calm yourself as Trixie's lips rest around your neck >can't do Twilight's breathing exercise >maybe just focus on immediate sensations >and not the fact that you >literally fed yourself to two snakes in one day >what the hell happened to your survival instinct >"Mmm~" >Trixie's pleased hum around your barrel tickles >with some effort, you can fool yourself into thinking of her throat like a massage >steadily rubbing down whatever parts of your body she's fit inside >soft, yet firm >her mouth gradually sweeps your forelegs down by your sides >not the most comfortable, but certainly fine >feel your face heat up as her jaws wiggle left and right down your body >up your hips >recall that long, forked tongue she and Opal have >and how good it is at flicking up and down >your cheeks burn as her mouth stretches over your cutie marks >surely she wouldn't, right? >hear her swallow >her fangs graze gently to either side of your dock >and then past >soon to join the rest of you for the "massage" >not sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved >a few swallows later, and you're all the way inside >"Ahh..." >you're still moving, though >deeper and deeper into Trixie's snake-shaped body >and there's that sharp, acrid smell >"Thank you, Starlight. Oh, that feels so much better." >your hooves start to tingle "Uh, Trixie? When does this magic trick happen?" >she chuckles >"As soon as you go to sleep. After all, a magician never reveals her secrets!" >Opal says something, but under that extra layer of snake, you can't make it out >"Hmph! Well, if you did not want Trixie to talk, you should digest her faster!" >anger boils up >she's making it HARDER to do a trick she's never done? >with YOUR life on the line? >try to thrash around to indicate displeasure >oddly, your limbs don't respond >almost as though they're no longer th- >... >... >light filters into your eyes as you stir awake >go to stretch >somepony is holding you >yawn anyway >look down >light blue hooves are wrapped around your barrel >you're in Trixie's wagon >you're in Trixie's bed >sweet Celestia you're in Trixie's bed >she mumbles something >"Mmh... St'rl't..." >her hips push against you >that's enough of that >light your horn >teleport so you're standing by the bed >"Nnnrrr..." >she reaches out in her sleep, but finds only air "Trixie, exactly what happened?" >Trixie yawns >no fangs >still can't get that view out of your head >"Starlight? Why aren't you at-" >her eyes go wide >"When I was practicing yesterday, did you sleep on my bed?" "O-only for a second. You had been staring at an apple for five minutes." >she shakes her head >when she stops, she's blushing hard >"Trixie di- er, I didn't... DO anything, did I?" >yes "No." >and there's that showmare's smile >"Ah, of course not. After all, Trixie is a master of dream control." >shake your head as she gets out of bed and swaps her nightgown and cap for her cape and hat "So, Trixie. What, exactly, did you do to escape?" >look around "I mean, this isn't the afterlife, right? With all due respect, I like to think I did a little better than this." >"A showmare never reveals her se-" >shove your hoof in her mouth >mind drifts towards her swallowing it >immediately banish that thought to mental Tartarus >put on a slightly strained smile "That's fine and dandy for the audience, but don't you think your ASSISTANT should know, just in case something goes wrong?" >Trixie stares at you for a while >a practiced, judgemental look >purely for dramatic effect >"Trixie accepts this. But! You have to swear not to tell Twilight." >there goes her rivalry again >idly wonder how many times Trixie had buried and un-buried that hatchet >nonetheless >go through the motions of a Pinkie Promise >"Very well! When I was practicing for the Moonshot Manticore Mouth Dive, I snuck into the restricted section of Twilight's library and stole a book." >gawk at her >she walks over to a shelf >flips a lever >pushes a button >and a hidden panel slides away >Trixie levitates a magic book out >flips through pages >and shows you a particular spell >it comes with a drawing of a dragon with a pony in its belly >then an arrow to a pony in bed >how the buck did Trixie cast this >how the buck did she FIND this >"Then I just cast it on us before Opal answered the door." >your mind reels from the revelations "So... you didn't need me to save you when you performed that trick?" >Trixie gasps >"Of course I did! Waking up in bed is no way to end a performance; the audience would have been disappointed!" >"...and, also, I never actually managed to cast it successfully." "You wh-" >"But, good news! This means I can keep practicing that snake spell! Ooh, I should invite Opal to my next performance, she'll be so surprised!" >new objective: learn that restricted spell >...just in case

[celestialmango]

Unwilling prey, homebrew humanoid mimic pred, fear play, soft vore, safe vore, fatal implied (for your party), reader insert, DnD type setting

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Your heart pounds in your chest and you're gasping for breath as you lean against the cave wall and collapse, breathing hard you can help but think how stupid you were to agree to follow your group members as they wandered off from the main group and from the designated trail to explore, you're lvl ones, it's bad enough you guys got literally sucked into the campaign you were playing, DM included, then they wanted to split the party, but they wouldn't listen to you when you expressed how bad of an idea it was to explore an unknown dungeon if you split the party. Unlucky for you that had them decide that nobody was gonna pair up with you and now you're in this mess.

You had bumped into one of the DM's homebrew monster races a fucking humanoid mimic based on your DM's idea of "ok how about a mimic but this type of mimic is sexy and can be born from other races though still be full mimic but they at first they look completely normal and can shapeshift only the lower half of their body and ears with only minor changes to the appearance of their torso like if they try to turn into a fully scaled mer they're successful with their ears and tail but only get a few scales on their face and chest, and like, they take the abilities of the creatures they turn into and they can be any alignment"

And then your remember what else your dm said "I'm going to use them in vore campaign as a pred" a predator species, this is the vore campaign, what the fuck do you do now?

Your palm covers your mouth as you inhale sharply, your DM still controls certain aspects, you still have to role against the DM though they're trapped with the villain of the campaign they can still tell you when to roll and you can still tell them your role with some form of dice telepathy you don't really understand.

when the party split the DM made you make stealth checks when you entered the dungeon, you failed and as a bard the DM had you playing music which you asked if you were at least going to play well, you rolled a Nat 20 for that, and the DM told you if you lost the dice and didn't roll when you needed to you may end up screwed. the mimic ate yours. How? Well.

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You failed a perception check and sat on the random chest you found, you heard and voice tell you it sounded nice, you react by immediately jumping off it as it opens your dice bag fell to the ground with one of the mimic's hand snatching it off the ground, their crossed arms resting on the rim of the chest and propping their chin up with a mischievous grin on their face they address you," oy, why ya stop playin?" Failing to get a response out of your stunned form they push themselves up before they toss the bag in the air a few times, they dangle the bag in front of them " ya need this aye?" You nod feeling tense, the mimic grins, opens their mouth and tossing your dice bag in their gaping maw before snapping it shut as you stare in horror at the disappearing bulge of your dice as the mimic swallows them.

"Phooo,how bout ya come n get em? Go on n reach in." they place their elbows on the rim of the chest and prop their head up their maw gaping open once more while they look at you deviously, you turn tail and run.

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You grimace, if you don't get those dice back then...., taking a deep breath you turn around and walk back into the room, they're still waiting and grinning at you while you approach, "change ya mind?" They open their mouth again, you kneel and slowly shove your hand down their throat,their throat is relaxed, it feels like you're shoving your arm into a slimy tube lined with balloons, you reach in all the way to your shoulder you should have reached the dice by now, it's then you remember what else your DM said

"they'll have like six stomachs, and like four are bigger on the inside, 2 are not connected and are just filled with treasure n shit then there's and with the other four only 2 are digestive and the digestive ones are connected to each other and vise versa with the non-digestive ones, the top ones are stretchy and durable enough to hold a god damn chimera without much trouble but their stomach would look about half the size of what they ate because bigger on the inside and the bottom ones are like hammer space, once something is in you wouldn't even see a bulge, the friendly acting ones like to trick their targets into feeding themselves to them, only-"shit, oh fuck.

Your face goes pale and your eyes widen , you jerk your arm out to your elbow before the mimic's throat captures it in a vice grip, they grab your other arm and shove it in too gulping thickly you're pulled back in up to your shoulders, you stare at their face in terror, their eyes tell you all you need to know, they're going to eat you, there's no escape.

They grab the back of your head and shove your face into their salivating maw swallowing harshly, you're cries are muffled by the slick flesh pressed against your face, they grab your belt and pull , a sharp gulp forcing you in up to your hips, the mimic shifts their shape as they heft your kicking legs in the air giving themselves legs as they stand lifting themselves up and grasping your kicking legs in the air, they swallow and as your thighs pass their lips your hands push through a ring of flesh. Squish tight by thick muscles pulling you down you try to think of anything that might help you in this moment, a few more swallow your head enters the chamber.

Shit you can't think of anything, it's only a few more rounds before you're forced to curl up inside their gut, from the outside it looks as if they had swallowed a beach ball,you feel something hard under you and you grasp it, pulling it out from under you, you discover your dice bag, you roll to while you attempt an escape, you don't meet the DC, the only thing that escapes is air as the mimic let's out a belch loud enough to echo for several seconds.

They slap their hand on their stomach,"Ur-up, oy now, ya don really think tha would work did ya? Once I swallow something it ain't comin out easy, feel free ta keep tryin tho, ya squirmin feels great." Shit, you roll to persuade them to let you go as you struggle, kicking and pushing at their stomach wall, you tell them you didn't come in here alone, that your party will no doubt come investigate where that echo came from.

You fail once more,you can't see the wild and vicious looking grin that forms on their face, "a meal an a fight, sounds great ta me"shhiiiiit they're one of those types, you feel them move around a bit, you try to remember the last thing your dm said about the humanoid mimic's race, only, only what? "Only thing that can save you at that point is making it appealing to keep you alive as one of their many items they swallow, like give them something no one else can do" something no one else can do, the homebrew spells you chosen.

'what if I told you I had the ability to summon food and drink?' you feel them stop "I'd say ya were bullshitin me." 'but what if I can prove it?' You feel a hand slam down on your back and wince "then prove it, how bout ya summon me a beer?" 'i will need you to press a waterskin against your stomach.' "oh?" 'it's not a long range spell,' you feel them press something again their stomach and cast the spell hoping it will work through flesh, the mimic looks at the waterskin sceptically as it fills, they uncork it and lift the spout to their nose, they take a sniff and don't find anything off about the liquid so they take a swig, then proceed to down it.

You tense hearing them gulp and get ready to become drenched in alcohol...but it never happens,no drink comes raining down on you, you're confused they said a meal and a fight, you, weren't you the meal? What's going on?

"Ah, tha's some good stuff." They pat their gut, "was jus gonna take ya in for yur bounty but now I changed ma mind-" 'I have a bounty?' You interrupt, the mimic scoffs "wha ya didn know?" 'no, why do I have a bounty on me?' "oh yur serious, ya know tha group uh nobles ya pranked a tha had ya run out uh towns a while back?" 'oh them......I regret nothing...but wait, you said a fight and a meal after I told you about my party, what did you mean by that?' you ask apprehensive, "what ya think I meant?"

Oh, oh no, you shift uneasy, 'you're planning to fight and eat my companions aren't you?' "maybe I am,wha ya gonna do bout it." ....well the DM did say that it appears even if you end up dying here you can always roll-up a new character and come back as long as someone from the original group is still alive but you won't remember how you died.

'I'm in your magic damage resistant stomach, I don't think there's anything I can do except offer to summon food so you won't eat them.' they pat their bulging gut, "nice try but I ain't a bout ta give up on a fight an a squirmin meal, as fur wha I'm gonna do with ya now" you hear a groan beneath you and their gut clenches pressing down on you as you begin to slip through to the stomach connect to this one you hear them say "can na have ya givin me way, so I'll have ta swallow ya deeper."

You take a small plummet before landing in something soft and wet, you quickly cast dancing lights, you see you landed in a bunch of fabrics and other soft items, you think you see a few pillows and you have a bit more room despite being shoulder deep in fabrics and pillows, the sphincter above you looks twice your size now, damn you think, they really are bigger on the inside.

You sigh feeling a bit bad knowing you accidentally sent what is most likely a very high level mimic after your party, but hey, you did warn them splitting the party was a bad idea, you can't hear much now except the groans of their organs around you, knowing your not actually in any danger now you lift your arm out of the fabric and slam a fist against one of the fleshy walls surrounding you in frustration, their stomach jostles and you clap your hands over your ears at sound of their booming laugh "still got sum fight in ya ey? An after I made ya all nice n comfy, gave ya my bes room, could a put ya with all the gol n weapons after all." They joke, and you sigh again and rub their gut wall, "tha's better. I'm gonna enjoy having ya round,"

That sounds like they're still not going to let you go....fuck maybe you shouldn't have let them know you could be a source of free food and booze, on the other hand the nobles probably would have did you in for the embarrassment you caused them, guess you're stuck with a mimic bounty hunter, by the time they get here again from the starting point you're sure the mimic will be long gone and they won't be able to find you.

[that-gt-and-vore-stuffs]

Experiment 05SB

Alternatively titled “I’m sorry 2B don’t hate me please”

I hath given in to the M4dc0m brain rot at the cost of me now having written a 7k+ word fic because I’m not confident enough in my art skills to draw it at the moment. Here we go!

Oh, there’s also implied fatal in this (it’s of unnamed characters, plus this is M4dc0m, but I’ve gotta say it. I guess you could take it as reformation if you really wanted to.). Mentions of blood I guess?

As always, Vore under the cut :)

“Ey 2b? You there?” Deimos’s voice crackled to life through the plastic earpiece currently jammed into his left ear, yanking the hacker and unofficial ‘team medic’ as he was called once (much to his own confusion. Sure, he knew basic medical but by no means was he any sort of doctor) back into reality. A brief moment passed in the silence of his room, more often called ‘the lab’, of their base before everything came crashing back at once. Deimos, Sanford, and Hank were out raiding a A.A.H.W warehouse at his instruction. Meaning he was alone in their base, also known as a breaking down appartement they had taken shelter in. It had electricity and provided shelter from the harsh hell scape that had once been the state of Nevada. A dark red sunless sky overhead, vegetation and any ecosystems completely wiped out from what they’d seen, bandits and zeds equally ready to eat the nearest person if it meant living another day, the Agency hunting you down if they thought you’d possibly be working against them or with the infamous Hank J. Wimbleton, and having little to no essential resources for days at a time to top it all off like some twisted cherry on this sick cake. Home sweet fucking home.

“Doc? Helllloooo?” Shit, right. Deimos.

“Sorry, I’m here. What is it Deimos?”

“And the medic lives!” The small cheer was accompanied by laughter from the smallest member of the team. Jebus, how was he able to joke in even the most dire situations?

“Just get to the point, chucklehead.” 2b could hear Sanford add in over the static, the man’s laughter just barely making it to tired ears.

“Right right, sorry man. Anyway, if we wanted to get food on the way back would you say no?” Pardon? There was no way he was hearing that right. There were several reasons why he couldn’t be hearing that right. A. food wasn’t by any means the easiest thing to come by in this hellhole, B. restaurants weren’t really a common thing anymore so those were out of the picture, and C. there’s no way they could p- actually, scratch that last one. Robbing a corpse wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that those three had done. Not by a long shot. Still though, how was he supposed to respond to that request?

“…what?” Apparently by asking the first word on his mind.

“We saw that one hotdog vendor on the way here and we’re all starving. Can we or can we not get hotdogs on the way back?” Oh. That’s what Deimos ment. How on earth had that hotdog vendor not been killed yet?

“Is this a genuine ‘we’ or is it a ‘me’, Deimos?” That seemed like a more fair and answerable question.

“Hey I-!”

“It’s a genuine ‘we’ Doc,” Sanford’s voice chimed in. By the cursing in the background 2b could imagine that he had flipped up Deimos’s mic to temporarily mute him in the realm of their earpieces. “Pretty sure one of our stomachs gave us away to the last group of agents we had to take out. Not gonna point fingers but I’m pretty sure it was Hank- Ack! I’m just saying!”

“Thought we weren’t pointing fingers.” There was the third voice. Rough from years of fighting yet still all too recognizable as Hank. The same Hank J. Wimbleton on the wanted posters that scattered the walls of almost every nearby building, wanted dead by the Auditor and his whole agency. He must’ve smacked Sanford for his comment. Well at least he didn’t do worse, whether on purpose or accident.

“We aren’t. Now Cmon Doc, you never answered my question.” Hearing the other hacker’s voice ask for an answer again 2b sighed. Always eager, wasn’t he? How the man had seemingly endless energy on missions would forever remain a mystery to him, Jebus be damned.

“I don’t really care what you do on the way back so long as you all come back in one piece and with the stuff I sent you there for. Understood?”

“Aye aye, Captain Doc! Over and out!” And there they went. The earpiece went dead, leaving 2b on his own once again once he flicked up his own mic. Back to silence. Sweet sweet silence. It wasn’t often they got that in their shared apartment of a base. Someone was always awake, someone was always saying something. It was never really quiet unless you were lucky enough to be the only one awake. 2BDamned had seen plenty of those rare times, if only because he overworked himself and didn’t sleep. So maybe it was one of his less than desirable qualities, when living in a hellscape being ten steps ahead of the agency trying to kill you is always good. He had to keep that up, on top of keeping the others alive and well.

And then there was his little experiment. That also was taking a toll on how little he slept. Not all that long ago the trio had returned from a mission with the data he had requested and more. Specifically a duffel bag full of seemingly shrunken grunts and two only slightly bigger shrunken MAGs. Pft, how funny it was to say that. A shrunken MAG. Hell, he wouldn’t believe it if you told him with no proof. The idea seemed insane. Oh but it wasn't. Not by a long shot if the cages sitting on one of his tables said anything. Normally he’d call such a thing like keeping people in cages inhumane, not that there were many humane things in this hellhole to begin with. He’d expect keeping them in cages that probably used to be for pets to be a move pulled by the Agency, not himself, however he had to make do with what they could find and had access to. Also known as: not much at all. He wanted to study them after all. Letting them free was just not an option.

Now that probably sounds bad, studying living beings like himself, but one couldn’t blame 2b when you considered his situation (at least he hopes one couldn’t). Somehow the Agency found a way to shrink living beings. That’s power that could be used against him and the others to make everything turn for the worst, something which he wanted to avoid at all costs. However, if one of his teammates or himself were to be shrunken on a mission it would be possibly lifesaving to know how to reverse the effects. Plus, having the power to shrink enemies on their side could certainly prove useful. All that being said, he needed these few alive in order to try and figure out what caused them to be how they were. Hence the repurposed, beat up pet cages. Two of them to be exact. One held the grunts and the other for the two MAG agents. None of them had killed each other yet, so that was nice. A few simple experiments and a dissection of a grunt that had been dead upon arrival to him proved that they still functioned as they would if they were their normal size. Just on a smaller scale. He had sent Hank, Deimos, and Sanford out for supplies today, yes, though if they found any information regarding the shrinking of their little ‘guests’ then they were to bring it to him. With no information on that though, he had to continue his other work. Tired eyes met the screen through red goggles. Moments later his head found itself cushioned in the crook of one of his arms.

“What the hell.” 2b grumbled, a fresh headache slowly starting to pound against the inside of his skull. What the hell was up with him? He should be fine. This was only his second day without proper ‘longer-then-15-minutes’ sleep. He’d gone longer before, he should be able to function. Why was the screen giving him such a headache now of all times? He needed to get stuff done. He needed to finish up this…this……what was he working on again? Hold on, no, he should remember. This shouldn’t be slipping his mind like it is. Maybe if he just thought back a few minutes. It would come back to him, right?

“Ok right before Deimos called, what was I doing?” 2b thought out loud to himself, trying his hardest to recall what had happened prior to the call from his allies. ”I was sitting here…then Deimos called in. Wait, no. Go back. From the top. Since…however long ago I’ve been sitting here, working on…what was I working on before Deimos asked about getting food? I sent them on the raid, didn’t eat, got to work and- no. That’s not it. Why can’t I just-“

Gggnnnnnnrrrr…

Oh well fuck him. That’s why he couldn’t focus. 2b groaned, not bothering to hide the noise as of now. He was alone, no one would hear him or tease him. Unless you would count the shrunken men in the cages, however it wasn’t likely they’d say anything. When you’re the size of a rat, spare the MAGs who were more rabbit sized, to your captor pissing them off seemed like the worst thing one could do. Clearly the hacker wasn’t at all in the mood to deal with teasing, so their mouths remained shut. That left 2b alone to deal with his complaining stomach, a feat which proved easier said than done when one was going off a day and a half without properly sleeping. He couldn’t even remember the last time he ate something. It was all just fuzzing together at this point.

Pushing himself off his desk 2b flopped back into the worn chair he’d been sitting in for God knows how long. Relaxing into the backrest was certainly more comfortable than being hunched over a laptop screen typing away like he had been for the past day or two. A hand fell to rest over his stomach while the other removed his goggles. Those were not helping the blooming headache. A low growl from his stomach drew a small hiss through his teeth, the sound being accompanied by a familiar empty cramping.

“Oh you can shut up.” He grumbled at the organ half heartedly, “It’s not like I can eat anything right now. There’s a reason I sent Hank and the others out.” His stomach growled back, the empty sound ringing in the hacker’s ears. He needed to eat, that was undeniable. The problem was getting something to eat. He had few options, none of which he particularly liked. Option 1. going out to look for something even slightly edible on his own, option 2. wait and hope the others found and brought back food, or option 3. contact the others through his headset and ask them to get him something on the way back. The first option was clearly undesirable on its own and the other two weren’t much better. Sure, asking them to grab something for him would probably be easiest and most logical, however he was almost certain that they didn’t want to hear that out of the blue in the middle of a fight. That and he didn’t want to deal with any teasing that might come along with asking. He wasn’t about to take that chance when he had things to do. He couldn’t remember those things at the moment, sure, but they were still things he had to do! So asking was not an available option at the moment. That left waiting and hoping for the best.

Rrrrrrrnnngggggg….

“I know. I don’t like the idea either.” 2b sighed as he spun around in his chair, gently patting his stomach. He needed to get out of his chair, even if it was just a walk around his room. He needed something after a day and a half straight of sitting there hunched over staring at a screen. Maybe it’d help with the headache if he was lucky. Probably wouldn’t but hey a man could dream. With a small grunt of effort the hacker found himself on his feet, his balance wobbling and legs feeling like brittle pasta beneath him. Ah, that's what I wanted to do earlier. Go figure taking breaks gets ignored by my brain. “However, I do believe it’ll end with the best result. I’m sure they’ll be home soon anyway.”

They wouldn’t. That was a lie, to himself and to his stomach alike. He likely had a few more hours alone, maybe two at least. The A.A.H.W warehouse he’d sent them to was big and if you account for fighting delays and them stopping on the way back then the chance of them being back in the next two hours would be some sort of miracle. By the way his stomach reacted every time he brushed over the thought that the trio was getting food on the way back then he wasn’t going to be looking so hot by the time they arrived back. Oh he was going to get the short end of the stick no matter what he did, wasn’t he? Talk about luck. 2b sighed, running a hand up and through his hair as he walked along one of the walls of his small room. His stomach clearly wasn’t shutting up any time soon so the next best course of action would be to ignore it. Maybe that would help him wait it out. What could he focus on? There was work, he could clean up a little bit maybe, or he could focus on the rattling coming from the cages and-

Hold on.

That most certainly wasn’t right. 2b cocked an eyebrow, crossing the room to where the three cages were placed. Quite the interesting scene was playing out before him. From what he could see a few of the shrunken grunts were teaming up to try and break out of the cages. This wasn’t their first little escape attempt, no, but it interested him enough as he stood there watching and attempting to grab his tablet at the same time. Eventually he had succeeded, opening up a new document to scribble down a few notes.

Title: Log 073SB

Time: 6:34 pm, xx/xx/xx

Author: 2BDamned

Note: Grunts working together to attempt escape. MAG agent seems to be attempting to cause a distraction by rattling the wall of the cage. Or perhaps they just want out. Very annoying either way. None seem bothered by my presence.

Satisfied with his little note, 2b closed the tablet and set it down on the counter next to one of the cages. Whether it was him being too rough with setting the tablet down or the low grumble from his stomach that startled the cage of grunts was up for debate, but currently he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Right now he needed to have a chat with the little troublemakers. Without hesitation the unofficial medic reached forward, opening the little hinged door located on top of the cage with ease compared to what the grunts inside were attempting before. He didn’t think twice before he reached in and grabbed the two topmost grunts from the pile of attempted escapees before retracting his hand, repeating the process with his other hand, and finally closing the cage. Hands now full, each holding two fighting bodies, the hacker sighed.

“Escape huh? How many times have you already tried that and it didn’t work?” 2b asked, a less than impressed tone lacing his voice. Sure, he needed a distraction from his stomach but he didn’t want to have to deal with escape attempts left and right for the next however long. “What made you think it’d go any different this time?”

There was a moment of silence before a soft voice spoke up, one that clearly hadn’t been used recently. One of the grunts in his left hand. “W-we figured i-if we actually tried and w-worked together then maybe we’d b-be able to manage a successful…e-escape…”

“Really now? Interesting.” 2b mumbled, looking over the grunt in his hand. They were all so small. You’d think he’d have gotten used to their size by now but every time he held one it seemed to slap him in the face. Offing them if they got too rowdy wouldn’t be hard at all. Wouldn’t need to use anything to begin with. How crazy it was. “Though I’m not sure I can let this slide as I have with previous instances.”

“W-what?” His response seemed to temporarily stun the four in his hands, most likely because of how it was different from his previous comments on their attempted escapes. A shiver passed over them like a wave while the hacker only nodded.

“Your previous attempts at escape. While I can understand why one would try I’ve made it quite clear that successful escapes won’t be happening nor tolerated, correct? I need to prove my point here because you all clearly don’t understand words.” He shifted on his feet slightly, a new question wracking his brain. What could he do to show he wasn’t going to deal with constant escape attempts? It had to be something that stuck, seeing as they clearly didn’t understand his earlier comments about escape not being tolerated. Only a few moments of silence passed before his lips were moving again. “You four are going somewhere else. A stronger holding space. If any of the others try anything they’ll join you. Simple, yet effective.” Or it would be if he knew exactly where he planned to stick these four. What did he have that could serve as a stronger cell for them? The cages were already pretty secure in terms of what he could work with. He just needed something stronger, close to him, hard to escape, and threatening that held a sense of danger with it. But what could that be? His eyes darted around the makeshift lab, trying to find something.

Grrrrroowwwllll…

2b’s eyes slowly scanned down from his shaking captives to his stomach. For a moment he just stared, eyes lacking any readable emotion. Well now that was certainly an option. It fit his criteria. Almost too well. Strong, hard to escape, close to him, and it held a sense of danger. Under his mask his torn and scared lips quirked up into a little smirk. “Mmhm. That’ll do quite nicely, in fact~”

The final moments of peace were shattered as the meaning of his words collided with his captives like a well aimed punch to the gut. Hearts sunk to their feet like rocks in water, despair rearing it’s head in their struggles. Those fortunate enough to remain in the cages simply watched with a muted horror as the four bodies were tossed onto the table and held down with little to no effort. The hacker wasted no time removing the mask and bandages that usually covered his mouth, tossing the fabrics haphazardly beside his discarded tablet. Despite the word fresh being the last thing he’d use to describe the Nevada air, 2b knew he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t nice to just breathe the air in alone and not through the layers of fabric like he often did. With the temporary roadblock now gone his eyes drifted downward to the bodies pinned beneath his hand.

“Well, I believe that eliminates any preventable issues we could encounter here.” He hummed softly, plucking the grunt who was covered by his hand the least up into the air. It certainly was odd to watch the little body squirm and fight against him, all attacks on the two fingers holding it proving futile. Their only hope seemed to be 2b letting them go, something which proved less and less likely the longer they studied the look in the hackers eyes. It wasn’t a look one ever wanted to find themself on the receiving end of. The sight of sharp teeth, glimmering with saliva through grinning lips, certainly did not help to lower the grunt’s heart rate at all. 2b simply clicked his tongue. “Meaning stalling time is up. Stay still, won’t you?”

The grunt did not, in fact, stay still. It was impossible to do so as far as they knew when you had a spit soaked tongue dragging up every inch of your front, sharp daggers of teeth only millimeters from their face. A deafening silence washed over the others, only being broken by a small pleased hum from their normal sized captor.

“Not bad…” the man mumbled, dragging his tongue up the squirming grunt yet again. A small voice in the back of his mind, his voice of reason, yelled out the obvious loud and clear to him plenty of times: this was wrong. It wasn’t right to be doing what he was about to do. This was stooping down to the bandits level, something he never intended to do unless absolutely necessary. He shouldn’t be enjoying the taste of another living being like this. And yet…here he was. Ignoring any logic and reason in his mind to proceed with this. Thank goodness he was alone. 2b didn’t even want to think about what the others might say if they were to see him how he was now. Shaking his head softly he shoved away the thought, opening his jaw as far as the joint and scarred tissue that made up his cheeks would allow. He wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned with how easily the small body slipped into his mouth.

Despite their best efforts to squirm free of their new confinement, the slippery surroundings of the unofficial doctor’s maw proved to have horrible traction. Saliva dropped onto the unfortunate grunt’s head from above while they desperately tried to crawl out of the dark cavern. Feet scrambled on the soaked surface of their predator’s tongue as the muscle moved and flipped them around as if they were some piece of candy, all while their hands desperately tried to keep as little of them between the axe like teeth. One bite and they were done for, a terrifying thought. Through it all only three sounds were ever heard from those lucky enough to not be in the current grunt’s position. The sickening sounds of soaked struggle, terrified yelps from the grunt stuck within 2b’s jaws, and the occasional hum from the man himself. The torture, as those watching from the cage would describe it, seemed to continue for hours and hours on end.

Glk

Glp~

Until it all stopped with two simple swallows and a collective gasp of horror from those watching. The relaxed posture of the man they all watched failed to help their situation.

“H….huhh…that was..” the uncertified medic breathed, breaking the silence. His free hand lazily felt down his throat, tracing where he could feel the squirming body slip further down by the second. It didn’t take a genius to decipher that the less angry sounding gurgle from the man’s stomach signaled the end of the unfortunate grunt’s descent. With eyes widened just beyond his natural look 2b gently pressed his stomach. How interesting it was, as morbid as it might sound, to feel something squirming around inside the organ. Before he could even stop to consider a better way to word his thoughts, he finished his sentence. Just not in the way the grunts wanted to hear. “…incredibly easy.”

The last thing any of the remaining grunts wanted to see was those eyes scan up slowly before locking on them as if they were some sort of dessert. The clearly out of place smile on the man’s face didn’t help the feeling of impending doom either. If anything it only made it worse as a rough hand plucked another grunt from the selected three that had remained under his hand. Down, beneath his newfound curiosity and odd urge to continue what he was doing, 2b knew he should have been more concerned about how easy this was coming to him. No sane person would take so calmly to swallowing living beings, especially not of his own kind. Yet here he was, smirking as he licked over his scarred lips with cold eyes locked onto the small shaking body like a cat would after spotting a mouse. Looking at their sizes in comparison to one another? The simile was scarily accurate. Through his whole little mental debate the hacker found it all too easy to slip the small body into his mouth, licking it over to draw out as much of that strangely addicting taste before slowly beginning to nudge it back. Just bit by bit until it was far enough.

Glrk

Grk~

“Two down…haahhh…two to go…” the hacker sighed as he traced the lump down his throat. There was a waiting period once more but it didn’t last long before the shiver inducing gurgle signified where the poor soul had ended up. How the man hadn’t gotten sick yet was beyond the understanding of those who witnessed the event and even the man himself. Surely he should feel at least a little nauseous with two rat sized bodies squirming within his stomach. Nausea and fullness were the two sensations he had expected by now and yet neither had shown their face yet. Deep within his mind, from an area he didn’t even know existed until it spoke, a voice urged him to test his limits. 2b had shaken that idea off nearly immediately. As….enticing as that idea was, he still needed a few of the shrunken grunts alive and well to continue his attempts to recreate and reverse however the Agency had shrunken them before. Four however….well that wasn’t the biggest loss in the world if something happened to go wrong. Leaning a little more heavily over the table he grabbed one of the last two grunts, shoving the struggling body into his mouth head first. Quite the sight it was to watch flailing legs be slurped into someone’s mouth like nothing more than wet noodles. Interesting and horrifying.

Glp

Glrk~

Though compared to seeing someone who had been beside you ten minutes ago disappear down your captor’s throat as nothing more than a barely visible lump would top it in the scarring scale. Nothing could compare to that sight. Good god was it terrifying. The reality that escape was impossible was all but cemented into the remaining grunts' brains now, as that had been what had gotten their companions into this situation in the first place. This was happening because their capturer wanted to prove his point that attempted escape would not be tolerated. At this point they were convinced they’d have to have a death wish to attempt escape now. Especially when their conditions weren’t horrible compared to what they could be in, something which hadn’t crossed their minds till now. Now don’t take their words wrong, by no means did they want to stay here. Especially not now. However, if it meant living another day and not ending up as lunch? Staying definitely was the preferable option.

“One to go. Damn.” The hacker's voice snapped all attention back to him. His position had changed, now leaning back on the table as he looked over the struggling form in his hands. The words seemed to flow from his mouth without too much thought needed behind them. They just felt…right. It was a feeling he never expected to experience in such a context that he was now, much less to have it almost piloting him as it felt now, but he was nearly willing to say he welcomed it. He wasn't well acquainted with the idea of eating living beings after all, so the subconscious help to ease the process along wasn’t something he’d push away. Not unless it were to cause an issue that is. However, nothing of the sort had happened yet, meaning he was going to keep letting his actions flow naturally.

Just as he had with the three before this one, 2b wasted little time starting towards his goal. Raising the grunt just above his head the man dangled the flailing body over his open mouth, a sight that he could assume would terrify anyone in the grunt’s position. All went smoothly as he lowered the small body in. That is until the grunt, having seen an opportunity and taken it, grabbed and yanked down his mic. While he tried to react as quickly as possible, he could only pray the microphone had not managed to pick up the gag he’d made after panic and shock had caused him to jolt forward and send the grunt to the back of his throat. He flipped up the mic as fast as he could, trying to determine the best course of action one could take with a squirming body halfway down their throat and a possibility of having just been ratted out to the others by their lunch. He was screwed were they to find out, what with how at least two of the three always seemed to be looking for teasing ammunition. That and this….well this wasn’t exactly normal, you know.

“Doc? Is everything ok over there?” Fuck. That wasn’t good. Ignoring the sinking feeling of dread in his chest the best he could, 2b took a deep breath and forced the fourth grunt down with a swallow that took a little more effort then he felt it should’ve. Flipping down the mic, he answered.

“Damnit- yes. I'm fine, Sanford. Don’t worry.” The sentence had to be his least convincing lie yet. Between his heavy breathing and dryness in his throat he could tell his voice wasn’t helping him in any way. Now he didn’t take his teammates for idiots, despite how it sure seemed like they were sometimes, but in the moment he found himself wishing they were.

“You sure? You don’t sound all that fine. Did something happen back at base?” The worry beginning to lace the man’s voice through the static filled earpiece only served to worsen the feeling of dread in 2b’s chest. He needed to get Sanford, and the others who were no doubt listening, off the idea something had happened. He needed to deal with the whole I-just-swallowed-four-people-alive thing before they came back, so them returning early was not in the plan.

“No, nothing happened.” He shot back, only realizing the speed in his voice wasn’t too reassuring after he said it. Ok, what was a believable excuse for why he sounded like he did? “I just…spilt coffee on my legs after burning my mouth. Must’ve knocked the mic down in the process.” With a hand to his chest the hacker forced a soft swallow, trying to at least get rid of the uncomfortable dryness that had settled in the back of his throat. Please say they believed that.

“Pft, really? Damn, wish I could’ve seen that. Think you looked like one of those old cartoons, Doc?” Phew, crisis averted.

“Real funny, Deimos. Get back to your mission.” 2b shook his head at the comment. At least they seemed to believe him. It was worth it, even if the mental image of those over exaggerated cartoon characters was now going to show up whenever he even slightly burnt his mouth on coffee. Oh well, some sacrifices must be made.

“Alright alright. We’re going.” The man on the other end laughed. Those idiots. Damn his heart caring for them, now he was attached. “See you when we get back. Over and out, Doc!” And there they went.

Fighting off his own soft laughter, 2b flipped up his mic. A soft sigh escaped him before he could even think to stop it. That could’ve been horrible. While one hand softly rubbed at his neck, sore from what he had to guess was the miniature disaster that just took place, the other gently laid itself over his stomach. The four inside never seemed to stop moving, constantly squirming and slipping about. There were a handful of reasons he could assume was the cause, though the most likely was that being shoved into a soaking wet moving sack with three of your colleagues provided little traction or ability to get comfortable. That and panic. Panic was probably a rather big factor in how they were feeling. 2b, on the other hand, had to be feeling the exact opposite of how they were. The warm weight of his four ‘victims’ was a welcome sensation within the previously empty pit of his stomach. As twisted as he knew it sounded, he would’ve been confident saying that what he was feeling was honestly satisfactory. Why having living beings stretch and actually round out his stomach in a barely noticeable way was causing this feeling was a mystery to him, but at the moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when it felt this nice.

“I hope I’ve made my point clear.” The unofficial medic hummed, looking over to the grunt filled cage. They had backed away from him by now, huddled in the back most corner of their confines. The sight drew a genuine laugh from the man they all seemed to fear ten times more than before. Well that was proof if he’d ever seen it. Looks like their escape wasn’t something he had to worry about any more. So maybe he sacrificed a little of his ‘I’m not going to hurt you’ act for this. It was worth it in his eyes. And besides, he was probably the most gentle with them out of his whole little gang. If they wanted to be left with one of the others then go ahead. Although being left with the mercenary who you were created to kill didn’t sound like the most fun time to him. Smirking, he collected his goggles, mask, and tablet from the table. “It seems I have. Glad we could have this little -hic!- chat. Heh.”

He gave the cage a pat, the rattling of the metal only serving to scare the grunts further back in the ball of bodies they’d curled into, before turning to walk back to his desk. He needed to sit down. Standing apparently became a lot harder when you had four people fighting against your insides. Thinking back, he didn’t know what he would have expected. Did he stumble a little bit trying to get back to his desk? Yes, he did. It was like he forgot how to walk in all honesty. Another reason he was glad he was alone in their base. Like most things though it proved worth it when he finally collapsed into the worn chair he used for work. Without thinking twice he opened his tablet and started a new log.

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“Doc! We’re back!” The call rang out through the appartement, followed by three sets of footsteps marching their way in and the door slamming shut perhaps a little stronger than needed. As the hinges of the door stopped rattling the three expected to hear a displeased groan, followed by the ruffled form of 2b appearing in the hallway to scold them for being so aggressive or something like tracking blood into the base. Honestly, why he still bothered was a mystery to them, at least Sanford and Deimos for they had zero clue what went on in Hank’s head, for the most part. They were mercenaries, fighters, people looking to not end up with their brains splattered on the wall or something worse. They were going to be bloody upon returning, even if that blood wasn’t their own. It wasn’t like their floors were carpet or anything either. In the end though they never bothered to fight the scoldings. No use making the unofficial medic mad, especially if they needed help. The lack of disgruntled medic in the hallway or at least yelling when silence returned to the room was worrying. After a minute or two with nothing spoken and no ruffled hacker to be seen, Deimos tried again to call him.

“2b?” He called out, peering down the hallway which led to their rooms. There wasn’t any blood on the walls, a good sign to start, and no bullet holes that weren’t there before. Unless the Agency suddenly learned how to do stealth missions, something he and he knew the other two were hoping wasn’t the case, he had hopes. Again, no response from the man. Gun still in his hand he took one glance back to the others, a silent ‘follow me’, before continuing down the hallway. Although Deimos had made it to the closed door first he’d been pushed past by the red goggle wearing giant as he reached for the doorknob. Hank had been the one to open the door to 2b’s room. He’d also been the first of the trio to feel the tension in his shoulders drop. It wasn’t long after he had relaxed that he was shoved into the room by two bodies trying to get in and see any damage that could’ve been done while they were gone. The sight of 2BDamned softly snoring away in his chair, nothing in the room seeming out of place, was most certainly a welcome one.

“Ah. So that’s why he isn’t barking us up a tree for your entrance, Dei.” Sanford hummed with a laugh, careful to watch his volume. If there was one thing he didn’t want to deal with after their mission it was a cranky Doc who got woken up by them. It wasn’t a secret he didn’t necessarily sleep after all and there was no way he could survive off coffee like he seemed to silently claim he could sometimes. They all had times when their sleep schedules were fucked.

“Oh shut up, ‘Ford.” Deimos shot back with a playful punch to the man’s bicep. “It’s not like I’m the one who slammed the door. That’s what he would’ve been on our asses about.”

“You slammed it open then yelled loud enough for all of Nevada to hear you. Don’t act like you’re innocent!”

As the two’s words morphed into friendly bickering Hank took it upon himself to deliver the bit of what they got that couldn’t stay in the duffle bag slung over his shoulder at the moment. Buried in the pocket of his jacket was a small object. Something he hadn’t expected to find, but had snagged nonetheless when it had been pointed out by Deimos. For a second as he walked over to the man a rough hand dug around fabric, fingers gripping plastic as he arrived at his destination. Without thinking he tossed the USB onto the hacker’s desk, eyes wandering over small things like the empty coffee mug or discarded goggles. Behind red-tinted goggles they landed on the man’s tablet, the screen now illuminated thanks to what he could assume had been the small drive hitting the desk. Prying wasn’t something he often did when it came to his teammates, respecting their privacy as they often did his, but after a certain word caught his eye he couldn’t help but read the log that had popped up.

Title: Experiment 05SB

Time: 7:42 pm, xx/xx/xx

Author: 2BDamned

Note: I…cannot believe I’m about to write this. This is update one of Experiment 05SB, an experiment started without much if any bit of a proper plan behind it. Phase I, I suppose you could call it, was a success. The shrunken grunts are, in fact, small enough to swallow whole and…alive. MAGs have not yet been confirmed to be the same way, though I’m sure that answer will show itself one day. I am unsure why I am able to keep four of them down without feeling nauseated, but I can. I will update at a later time when more information has presented itself.

The log ended there, eyes falling away from the screen as Hank’s mind worked to process the information it had just been given. According to what had been written before the man had fallen victim to sleep, it was not only possible to swallow the shrunken beings sitting in one of the cages behind him, but the unofficial doctor had done it himself. Four times to be exact. Curiosity grabbed control of his eyes, slowly panning them up to the cage of grunts who looked noticeably more terrified than they usually did. Had they seen the whole thing go down? His mind continued to wander, finding new questions like how on earth the hacker had managed to keep living and no doubt moving beings down like the log said he did. That is unless he’d spit them up before falling asleep. However that seemed highly unlikely-

“Snooping around Doc’s stuff, are we Hank~?” When Deimos had appeared behind him was beyond the mercenary, though the shock of hearing his voice out of the blue was enough to startle him into quickly powering off 2b’s tablet and whipping around to face the two that now stood across with him with far too smug looks on their faces for his liking.

“Woah there, big guy! We didn’t mean any trouble.” Sanford cooed, the fucking Chad cooed, holding his hands up as if he was under some sort of arrest. “Just wanted to know what you were reading over here is all~.”

“Yeah, exactly. I never expected to find you clicking through Doc’s diary.” Deimos added on nearly flawlessly. Sometimes he really hated how well they worked together. Namely when it was against him. “So, was it a love confession~?”

Hank sighed, glaring at the two through his goggles. He sure fucking hoped they could see the look on his face, despite most of it being covered by bandages and his mask. Because he was not amused and he wanted them to know it.

“No, not a love confession, you morons.” He groaned, shaking his head. Telling them straight off what it said would probably be horrible. At the moment he was still having a few difficulties understanding parts of what he read. Lying just seemed like the best choice overall. It wasn’t like he’d be the only one doing so, after all. It sure seemed like 2b did to them over the mic. Speaking of the man, Hank turned around to take a good look at him. At first glance he seemed like he normally did when he passed out in his chair from overworking himself like this. It was only when Hank took an extra second to look and let the information in his brain guide him did he see the slightly out of place softness around the sleeping hacker’s stomach. Unable to help himself Hank felt his ruined remaining lip quirk up into a small smirk under his mask as he turned around to shove the Dumbass Duo out of the room so 2b could sleep.

“Bunch’a nonsense, is all. Now move. I don’t wanna deal with him if you idiots wake him up and we still have shit to put away.”

[quotemenevervore]

IT MAY BE OUT OF CHARACTER AND RUSHED AND IM SORRY

TW FOR SAFE, SOFT VORE, MENTIONS OF WEAPONS

Sapnap was lonely.

His friends were all busy today, Quackity was out working in Las Nevadas, and Karl was probably investigating a new tale.

Which meant he was lonely.

And out of all of the different things he could feel at this moment, he was feeling clingy.

“Sap?” He perked up, turning his gaze to the door. It was Skeppy! “Hey, what’s happening?” He asked, a smile covering his previous thoughts.

“Quackity wanted us to check up on you today, said you were sad when he left.” He watched as Bad stepped in. The two quickly surrounded him on the couch, making sure he could hug the two.

Sapnap nodded, gladly reaching out and hugging the two close. He missed people. The three sat for a bit before Skeppy decided to speak up.

“Hey Sap, Quackity told us you were trying out that one potion.” S***. “Sgeppy! You can’t just… Ugh! You muffinhead!” Bad sighed in defeat.

He laughed. “Yeah, I’ve been trying it out. Dream was really eager to get inside.” He went silent, staring off into the distance, just thinking. “Would it help you to try it out?”

He zoned back in, staring at Skeppy, who was busy being interrogated by the demon to his right. He fiddled with the potion as his side, slowly pulling it out. “Only if you’d be up for it.” Was all he whispered out.

The two clearly didn’t seem to notice, their interrogations quickly turning into an argument. He sighed, standing up and walking into the kitchen. He really couldn’t do anything without his parents fighting.

“May as well.” He muttered, quickly downing the contents of the potion. He really should’ve mixed it in with something, the taste wasn’t too pleasant. He sat in the kitchen for a few minutes, his thoughts racing everywhere, before he pulled out a splash potion. He only had one, and he was absolutely going to use it to quiet his parents down.

He walked back into the living room, quickly throwing the potion at the two, who stopped arguing as the glass collided with them. He slowly approached them as they began to shrink, squatting down to scoop them into his hands.

He let the two in his hands get adjusted any way they needed to. It was a bit comforting knowing that his parents would soon be safe inside. “Sappy?” He smiled, hearing Bad gain enough courage to speak. “Yeah?” He replied softly, letting Bad’s milky white eyes meet him.

“What are you doing?” The demon asked as Skeppy sat up. “You two wouldn’t stop arguing-” “He’s going to store us Bad.” Skeppy interrupted. Sapnap rolled his eyes. “Maybe I’ll store you first.” He stared into the eyes of the diamond golem, who flinched a little.

“But only if you two want to do it. I can always return you back to normal-” “It’s fine Sap, we know you wouldn’t hurt us.” Skeppy interrupted again, but he took it as a good sign. If Skeppy was willing to let him, he’d happily continue.

He gently lifted the gem hybrid into his mouth, being slow with his movements so he doesn’t scare the poor tiny. He quickly covered Bad with his other hand before he swallowed Skeppy. He really didn’t like people knowing that he’d stored someone.

Skeppy was already fairly slick, Sapnap noting that the hybrid had covered his skin with diamonds to make the journey quicker with the smooth surface. The other slid into his stomach, so he quickly uncovered the little demon.

“I’m just going to go in there too, I don’t know why you covered me.” The fireborn sighed, face flushing in embarrassment. The demon laughed, patting Sapnap’s face. “It’s okay, it can be a bit embarrassing.”

He nodded, quickly slipping the demon into his mouth. He covered the demon in saliva quickly before swallowing him. He sat for a bit, letting the demon slide in and get comfortable next to Skeppy.

“Get comfortable you two, I’m feeling extra clingy today.” Sapnap chuckled, finally getting the motivation to do his chores.

~~~~~~

“Sapnap!” The fireborn looked up from his duties, chopping firewood, to spot a British child running towards him. “Help me!”

Sapnap rolled his eyes and pulled out a splash potion. Good thing he restocked his inventory after Bad and Skeppy came in this morning. As he looked behind Tommy, he spotted Dream–and by association George–chasing him.

His grip around the potion loosened as he aimed between the three with practiced ease. There was a collective gasp as he stepped forward, kneeling down as he waited for them to shrink.

Tommy shrunk the fastest, so the fireborn made him his first target, scooping the child up and slipping him into his mouth. He ignored the playful shouting of the teen as he swallowed him, quickly turning to the other two.

He didn’t let them say anything before they too were slipped into his mouth and swallowed down, this time slipping into his storage.

“Sapnap what the h***?!” He heard Tommy shout. “I was supposed to be doing chores, but you three came in and got in the way.” “Where did Dream and George go, and why the f*** are Bad and Skeppy here?!” He laughed again, pressing against his stomach.

“They stopped by earlier and I was lonely. Dream and George are in my storage. I wanted to try this out again.” He explained as he lifted the axe and slammed it through the wood. “You know five is your limit, right?” The fireborn scoffed. “Yeah George, I know. I’m not planning on storing anyone else. Just sleep.” He raised his temperature just enough so that it could lull his passengers to sleep.

He got to work after he felt everyone settle in.

~~~~~~

“It’s f***ing stupid that I have to f***ing go to Las Nevadas instead of just staying here.” Sapnap sighed, defeated. He really didn’t want to go out visiting with his friends so noticeably tucked inside.

“Quackity wanted to see you Sap, what more can I say?” Foolish replied. Sapnap dragged his hand across his face, he really didn’t want to go. But maybe Karl had a spare hoodie around here that he could borrow.

That’s a no. Sapnap remembered that he’d only seen the shapeshifter make one hoodie. So that was a no.

He slowly stood up, shooing the totem hybrid away before he stepped out from behind the desk. He pressed against his midsection before awkwardly slouching and stepping outside with Foolish.

“You good?” He heard the hybrid ask, to which he nodded and just continued to walk.

The walk was long. Long and agonizing, especially since his friends had started to walk up and rub his walls. He had to silence his purrs, which was hard to explain to the hybrid who was really starting to worry.

“Sapnap!” He heard Quackity shout as he stepped inside the building. He smiled, quickly sitting down on the chair in front of the avian's desk. “Hey Q.” He smiled as he laid his head against the top of the desk.

“What’s up with you?” His fiance teased, fluffing his hair with his hand. “I mean, aside from being clingy.” He just hugged the avain, gasping at the kick that Tommy no doubt gave.

“Oh g**, Sap what the f*** was that?!” The avain panicked, pulling away. “It’s just f***ing Tommy-” “Language!” He groaned, laying a hand across his face. “What the-oh…” Quackity realized, a smile covering his face.

“You’d store him but not me? I’m offended Sap, I’m your own fiance!” Quackity teased, poking at the fireborn’s midsection. Sapnap recoiled a bit, embarrassed out of his mind.

‘You can’t be embarrassed if he’s inside.’

“Get a potion and then you can.” He smiled, meeting the eyes of the avian. Quackity looked shocked, staring between the fireborn’s eyes and his swollen midsection. “But Sap, can you even fit me in there?”

The fireborn rolled his eyes.

“Of course I can Q. Just get me a f***ing coat or something, it’s awkward.” He responded. Quackity looked hesitant before grabbing his coat and handing it to the fireborn and drinking the potion.

No words were exchanged as he slipped the avian into his mouth and greedily swallowed him down, letting his fiance slip into his storage. “Sapnap!” He heard George shout. “You said you wouldn’t store anymore people!”

Sapnap scoffed playfully, slipping the coat on and buttoning it up. “You try having a fiance that looks like the perfect snack on a clingy day.” He smiled as he stepped out, watching for anyone approaching Quackity’s office.

When he saw no one, he stepped out, wincing at the awkwardness of all the weight at his center. It would take a bit to get used to, but by the time he got back to Kinoko, he was already used to it.

It felt nice, almost everyone he loved tucked away inside where no one would hurt them.

Where was Karl?

Was he out doing another Tale?

He went to work, beginning to cook dinner. Sure, he didn’t need to eat, but there were six others that would have to eat.

His attention snapped forward to the portal that had spawned behind the window. “What the f***...?” He muttered as he shut off the oven, earning a language from Bad.

He unbuttoned the coat, figuring he’d need to be able to move to attack. He quickly grabbed his sword, running out of the house and cautiously stepping through.

He gasped as the landscape changed. He stood on a massive clock, surrounded by open skies and more clocks. In the center stood a deity, DreamXD. “F***.” Sapnap growled, raising his sword.

“Sapnap.” The deity spoke. Sapnap could hear the smile in his voice. The deity was up to something, and he wanted to get down to the bottom of it.

“What do you want?” He growled, temperature rising quickly. “I wasn’t expecting you. Did Karl summon you here?” Karl. “Where’s Karl?” His sword was raised as he began walking towards the deity.

“Oh, he’s here.” Sapnap growled as XD raised his hand, revealing a shrunken Karl, squirming in his grasp. The fireborn wasn’t even thinking as he rushed forward, slashing his sword through the deity only for it to not leave a mark.

S***.

He reached up, grabbing Karl, and not so carefully pulling him out of the grasp. “Give him back to me!” XD shouted. Sapnap glared, popping the shrunken man into his mouth. He swallowed the other down, not even daring to cover him in saliva.

His fiance slipped into his stomach, quickly being comforted by the other three as he rushed through the portal, quickly breaking the blocks.

He ran inside, slamming the doors shut and locking them. As if that would do anything to hold off a deity.

He ran to his shared room, carefully laying down in bed and curling up. It still wouldn’t do much, but he wanted to feel close to everyone inside. He could hear his parents and Tommy calming down the shapeshifter, and felt the rubs from his friends and other fiance in his storage.

He would address it tomorrow, but he needed to feel that everyone was safe.

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

So what happened in Guilt Trip???? Since every where I'm gone so far I've been bombarded by "Chloe is evil", "Lila is officially a nothing more then a background character" and chronic illness, I am so very confused on what on earth happened

Summary time! Press the read more for spoilers!

So basically; It’s during class when Rose starts getting a headache and is excused to go to the infirmary with Marinette. Rose talks about how she gives silly names to things that worry her to lighten the weight of it and they joke about it. It’s cute. However, Juleka is nervous in the background.

During lunch, Juleka gets a text from Rose and is mortified, running off. Marinette runs after her, worried, and bumps into Adrien. They have some Moments™️ but they find Juleka in the boiler room, crying.

Shadowmoth tries to make the butterfly akuma moves on her but is stopped when Adrienette ask Juleka what’s wrong, calling the rest of the class over to hear why Juleka is sad. Juleka explains to them, holding up a photo of Rose who’s basically like “hey bestieeeeee lmao I’m in the hospital💕” and they’re all like: OH SHIT

Juleka explains that Rose had some bad illness as a kid which springs back from time to time without warning and Juleka is very worried. However Rose has been purposely keeping this a secret from the class and now Juleka feels guilty for spilling it. They all promise to keep it a secret.

The next day, Juleka is relieved to see Rose okay and they go to school. Unfortunately, the class is absolute shit at playing it cool and are sucking it up to Rose being like “OH MY LET ME GET YOUR BAG” and they stack up a ton of apples on Rose’s table cause they assume it’s healthy for her.

Juleka is internally screaming and Rose catches on, learning that Juleka told them. Rose is chill with this, forgiving Juleka immediately and saying she probably should’ve told them from the start. It’s very sweet. And I love her.

The class was eavesdropping and Rose confronts them, nice as usual, and is like: y’all it’s okay, I’m okay, just treat me how you used to. And they’re like: Okay!

Which is bullshit cause basically 10 seconds later they all have a fucking heart attack when she sneezes. Rose is upset about people treating her like a delicate fragile glass shard about to break. Juleka blames herself and books it. 

Juleka gets akumatized plus an amok. The amok being able to suck them into this vortex where their guilt attracts these orbeez looking fuckers until they’re completely engulfed and turn into depressed Reflekta copies. It’s very sad. Juleka, now turned into Reflekta, has the ability to power this, but basically just throws herself headfirst in cause she’s too depressed to be evil.

The vortex vores everyone (Rose almost is saved but she dives head first to save Juleka), transforming them all (except Rose) due to their guilt for being the fault of this. Chat Noir and Ladybug are almost turned as well, Chat almost CATACLYSMING HIMSELF, however Rose comes to the rescue with her unbeatable optimism.

Rose receives the pig miraculous and transforms into Pigella. They go into the depths of the vortex where Reflekta is trapped in her own sorrow. Pigella uses her power which allows her to visualize exactly what the person she’s using it on wants.

Reflekta just wants people to treat Rose how she was, and Pigella helps her overcome her guilt. It’s very soft, and they free Juleka from the akuma. However everyone else has gone kinda mad due to their guilt? And are still Reflekta copies so they’re shooting at them.

They escape, break the amok, and everything is fixed by miraculous cure. Juleka also gets an anti akuma charm so she’s never akumatized again. Rose is being treated like a person again. They all laugh. Happy ending!

[dixon-angel]

Choices {Daryl Dixon} Prologue

Summary: Earning Daryl Dixon’s trust for the most part was harder than surviving the end of the world. For you, though, all it took was one trip gone wrong into Atlanta. Safety is never guaranteed.

T/W: this series follows the story of TWD (the show, not the comic) and will contain: strong language, violence, depictions of gore, depictions of vore, major character death, spoilers (if you haven’t seen the show before), sexual themes, drug use, heavy themes (will be trigger warnings for those scenes). Read at your own risk, I am not responsible if any content upsets you, you have been warned.

There was a low, somber air around the farm. It had been quiet for the most part of the week. Most had been snappy, and Carol… well, it was easy to imagine how a grieving mother was to be. Especially given the circumstances.

Daryl Dixon, it seemed, though, was highly affected by what had happened. He had fought with Shane over looking for Sophia and had spent so long tracking the forest - hell he’d even almost killed himself with his own damn arrow looking for her. He had hope. He had given Carol hope. Yet… she had been in the barn the entire time, locked up like cattle. She had been in there. She had been a walker for god knows how long and… Daryl had been looking for her.

There were footsteps, but Daryl sat still. He didn’t care for people. He hadn’t ever since Carol had pushed her way out of his arms and stormed back to the farmhouse. It was soul-crushing finding Sophia there. It truly was. Daryl felt defeated.

“Hey…”

Usually, that voice would bring him so much comfort but Daryl would not look over, not even when he felt you plonk down beside him.

“Daryl, look… about Sophia…” you were slow with your words, quiet. You didn’t want him to explode on you. You knew that out of everyone, you were the least likely to get any aggression from the younger Dixon brother, yet you couldn’t help but be cautious around him.

The sun was setting nicely, an amber glow falling amongst the trees. There was a chill in the air but neither of you minded. It was kind of nice compared to the blistering heat that had been present earlier in the day.

You took in a breath. It wasn’t easy to talk to Daryl when he was upset, but he had blown up on just about everyone lately and you had kept your distance. But you didn’t want to anymore. You knew why he was acting out and… you didn’t want him to push everyone away from himself.

“...Daryl,” you began with a sigh, “what happened to Sophia wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault….”

Daryl didn’t answer. He didn’t even acknowledge your words. He was starting absentmindedly towards the farmhouse.

“I know you blame yourself, you think you could have done more for her but… Daryl, she was in the barn. She was bitten a long time ago…”

“That doesn’t help.” He replied gruffly. At least he wasn’t screaming at you.

“I know…” you sigh again, stretching your legs out in front and placing your hands on your lap, “but… she was only twelve, Daryl… I hate to say it but Shane was kinda right, she didn’t stand a chance.” You scoffed. Daryl made a grunt in response, “She was only a kid… in a sad kinda way, death was probably a good thing for her. She was growing up in a world full of death and decay. Death was a kind outcome for Sophia.”

“...try tellin’ Carol that…”

“... yeah, maybe we keep that between us, huh?” You knocked your shoulder against his.

It went quiet for another moment. You took the pause to think about what you were going to say next.

“This ain't a world for kids to be growing up in Daryl, you know that, right?”

“Yeah..” Daryl scoffed.

“I mean… I know I sure as hell don’t wanna bring kids up like this.”

“... so that’s it, huh? All we do is bump uglies?”

“Daryl…” you sighed, “that’s not what I meant.”

“No, go on and say it, cause I thought-“

“Daryl,” you cut him off, “I don’t wanna raise a kid in this world. Look at how much it changed Carl. If, and when, I have kids, I wanna… I wanna be able to bring them up in some sort of stability. I wanna be able to let them learn how to ride a bike in the middle of the street, or to play kerby for hours on end, I want my kids to have a childhood, not what Sophia or Carl have to endure.”

It was Daryl’s turn to sigh. He plucked up the courage to finally look over at you. Your side-profile was blooming with the golden hue from the sunset. It cast a kind of angelic look across your face. You weren’t looking at him, not even with your eyes. Daryl’s gaze lingered only for a moment before he turned his head.

You were right. Sophia’s death was a tragedy. It shouldn’t have happened but… this was no world for a kid to be living in.

“So, what, you wanna build up some kinda civilisation? You wanna rebuild humanity?”

“I guess…” you chuckled lightly. You knew how crazy it sounded, “you think I’m hoping for too much?” You looked over at Daryl and for a moment, your eyes met.

“Girl, I think you’re batshit crazy. You’re hopin’ for something’ way outta your zone. Try hopin’ for a rabbit for dinner.” He was joking, but the seriousness in his voice would throw someone less familiar with him off.

“Yeah… I guess I am hoping for too much. But you gotta have hope, right?”

“Yeah… it drives ya forward… gives ya something - anything - to cling on to… I… I hoped Sophia was alive… not just for my sake, or for Carol, but for everyone… cause if that little girl could outsmart all the geeks in the woods, we mighta stood a chance.”

You looked over at Daryl. He was staring at the ground. He was blinking a little too often and you knew that if you were looking at him head-on, you’d find tears in his eyes. Rick, Shane, Lori, Dale, everyone else, they didn’t see Daryl for who he truly was. He was a very broken man, but you saw beneath his hardened shell. It hadn’t been easy breaking him down, it had taken you since the start of the outbreak to get this far.

Daryl was a good man. People never even tried to see the good in him, though. They saw a hot-headed redneck and… well, they didn’t want to look after that. You saw him, though. You saw Daryl and he saw you, too.

“I kinda blame your old man for all this.” Daryl broke the silence, “he should not have left her alone.”

“... I kinda blame him, too.” You agreed, “but he didn’t have any other choice. If he did, I know he would not have left her like that. I’m sure he feels guilty enough without us pointing fingers.”

“I suppose…” Daryl took a breath, “what took ya so long to come see me, anyway?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact you’ve been kinda rude to everyone else? I didn’t want you breaking up with me over this.”

“Nah, I’d never do that.” He managed to shuffle a little closer before slinging his arm over your shoulder. You melted into his touch. You had missed him.

“Will you come back, now, angel?”

“Back?”

“Will you move your damn tent back to camp, Daryl Dixon?”

“I don’t think you’re leavin’ me much choice, are ya?”

“I am not.”

You pushed yourself up and out of Daryl’s touch. He wanted to grab you back but you had already taken a couple of long strides forwards to get out of his reach.

“I am sorry about Sophia, Daryl. I know finding her meant a lot to you. At least you got your closure.” The golden glow was engulfing you now and Daryl really didn’t know how he’d been so lucky to land someone like you.

“Yeah…”

“Can you come back? You gotta shower- don’t look at me like that!” You chuckled, “come on, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Well, you didn’t need to say much more for Daryl to be pushing himself off of the log he had been perched on.

[yummyinmytwistedtummy]

Draconic Instinct: Malleus x Reader vore

So... this was originally going to be posted on the 7th for @twistedtummies2′s birthday, but I saw that they were having a rough time recently and decided to post it a bit earlier. I’m a little unsure about how this one came out but I’m gonna post it anyways. I hope ya’ll like it, and happy early birthday/happy easter @twistedtummies2.

I swear I didn’t mean to make it so romantic. It just kind of happened.

   There were hardly any words to sum up how you felt at this moment, but to say the very least you no longer envied ant man's power of shrinking on command. You supposed fictional characters couldn’t get vertigo but you certainly did and it wasn’t pleasant.

   Groaning, you sat up and held your stomach and head. It hadn’t taken you long to figure out what happened. The only thing you were left wondering was how and why it had happened.

   With awe and slight fear you gazed at the world around you and how different it was to when you weren't the perfect size to soak in a teacup.

   Everything was 10 times the size it had once been. Maybe even bigger. Bushes loomed over you, flowers were bigger than your hands, grass was like walking through a corn field, and when you looked up at the trees they were larger than skyscrapers. In comparison you were roughly the size of someone's palm. 

   Being shrunk definitely wasn’t on your bucket list, but NRC never really seemed to care about what you wanted. “Great, how am I gonna get back to the dorm now?” You huffed and placed your hands on your hips. 

   Several ideas came to mind yet none of them were actual solutions. You couldn’t walk, it would take forever. You couldn’t call anyone since your phone had cracked when it fell from your hands before you shrank. You also couldn’t ask Grim for help since he was already back at the dorm.

   The one day you actually needed his help he was sick because the little furball ignored your advice and ran out into the cold rain the night before. You sighed and looked at your surroundings again. 

   It was rather odd that you were shrunk today. Not that being reduced to a few inches tall was ever normal, but today was a particularly peculiar time to fall victim to more troublesome magic. 

   Today was your birthday. 365 days in the year and today was the day that something like this happened to you. At this moment your gorgeous beau was waiting for you back at the ramshackle dorm with some movies so you could cuddle up and relax together after a long day of school.

   Although you doubted Grim would let you have any alone time with the prince since he was so sick. A sick Grim was a clingy Grim. You didn’t mind as long as he was comfortable but you had been hoping to watch your boyfriend indulge in some ice cream later that evening. You still loved Grim but you were a bit bitter about the fact that your favorite bonding activity with your boyfriend was cancelled.

   Now you couldn’t care less about it as it seemed that you might miss the evening all together. A frown decorated your features and you grumbled unhappily about the situation as you began to walk in the direction of the dorm.

    You would never make it home in time, but there was no use in standing around and pitying yourself. As you walked you tried to recall anything out of the ordinary that had happened during school. Besides the birthday wishes and occasional presents, everything checked out.

   Maybe it was someone’s unique magic. You hadn’t seen anybody around as you were walking home but then again you weren't really paying attention either. Apparently you weren’t paying much attention now either as you hadn’t noticed the giant teen approaching you until it’s shadow fell over your very tiny figure.

   You looked up and gasped. A very large hand was reaching down to grab you, which had been the cause of the shadow. You did what any sane person would do and tried to book it. The giant hand was faster.

   “Let me go!” You shouted angrily, but stopped when you were swung upwards in a way that made you worry that you were going to lose your lunch. “Oh boy…” Even after the ride was stopped you felt dizzy.

   “Well, well, well, lookie here. The high and mighty prefect of the ramshackle dorm!” A smug looking face appeared in your vision and you had to hold back a scream.

   The giant in front of you was the owner of the hand that had plucked you from the ground. He was dressed in a Savanaclaw uniform and resembled a bear. His smirk displayed two rows of sharp teeth that in any other situation would make you swoon. Right now though your fear conquered your kink.

   “Got ‘em good there Bazz. Aw look at ‘em all tiny and trembling. Hahaha!” Another student who you didn’t recognize came from the side and sneered at you. “What a weakling. Hardly fit to be called a prefect, especially without any magic.”

   Oh… That’s what this was about. You glared at the two men and started struggling. “Put me down you oafs!” It had been a while since you first arrived at NRC but it seemed that some people were still insistent on bullying you about your lack of powers. 

   This wasn’t the first time that other students had decided to pick on you. People sneered and called you names in the hallways all the time. It wasn’t hard to ignore them after a first few weeks and soon you began to think that they were just words. 

   No one had tried anything like harming you so far, but it wasn’t entirely out of the question. At a villain school it’s generally to be expected. It was why you so often only travelled with others. Your fellow students that you had established relationships with and trusted accompanied you back to the ramshackle dorm most days. And if they weren't around, Grim was usually there to take care of you.

   Except for today.

   You were in no way a weak individual, however it was much harder to defend yourself when you were 5 inches tall.

   The second student, a Scarabia student from the looks of it, had a curly mop of red hair and cheeks spotted with hundreds of freckles. His eyes were a light blue color and his crooked smile revealed good dental work. He would have been more attractive had he not been leering at you or practically peeling apart at the seams from sunburn.

   Bazz, the bear manimal, had dark skin and medium length black hair. His eyes glowed yellow as he smirked with teeth so disgusting they almost matched his eyes.

   Several more students, from nearly all the dorms, crept out of the shadows and surrounded your initial two captors. The color drained from your face and you willed yourself not to tremble as a series of horrific opportunities entered your mind.

   “Oafs! Ha! We aren’t oafs, you're just a shrimp!” The group laughed and you glared at them with as much malice as you could muster. “Not that name calling ever does anything.” Bazz drew your attention back to him. “We had hoped that by telling you that we didn’t want you here, you would get the message and scram. But some herbivores just don’t get it, so us predators, both physically and magically, have to teach you where you belong on the food chain!”

   You gaped and let your eyes widen. Did these buffoon’s know who you were? That you had saved their arses on several occasions, both from others and themselves. You weren’t super buddy buddy with Leona, (cause he’s a pain and doesn’t like you very much anyways), but he still seemed to care about you enough that he didn’t want you to die. At the very least Ruggie could still get some free chore help out of you.

   And if Kalim and Jamil found out what one of their students was doing they would both be unhappy, angry even if he actually managed to hurt you. There was also the deal with Azul, situation with Riddle, and the show Vil put on as well. Truthfully there were so many reasons that they shouldn’t hurt you. It was almost shocking that they still wanted to hurt you after everything.

   One thing you did notice was that there wasn’t a single Diasomnia student in the bunch. That comforted you a minor amount. At least no one in your boyfriend’s dorm disliked you enough to go behind their dorm leaders back in order to get rid of you.

   “G-guys, let’s just t-talk this out.” You held out your hands in hopes that you could calm them into a negotiating state. “Listen, you don’t want to do this really. So if you could just turn me back I’m sure we could work somethi-”

   “Shut it, meat!” the savanaclaw barked at you. The noise made your ears ring and you held your hands over them to muffle the loud shouts. “Heeheheehe… is the little herbivore scared. That’s alright no need to be shy, I like it that way.”

   The circle of boys surrounding you, howled with laughter and you cringed from the stimulus. 

   As the laughter died down, Bazz looked at you closely. “Scrawny thing like you would have barely made a meal full-sized. Guess we’ll have to kill you the old fashioned way instead.” You gasped and began to thrash in his grasp as some of the students whistled. 

   “Bazz, you should feed her to yer snake!” “Bazz! My little sister’s been looking for a new doll to dress up!” “Bazz, hey! My dog needs a chew toy and that thing is the perfect size.”

   Threatening ideas that all promised a painful demise bounced around the group, each one more horrific than the last. The scarabia boy looked like he was about to lose it with laughter and Bazz watched you struggle as if it was the most entertaining thing in the world. No one noticed the clouds above head slowly circling and becoming denser. 

   “Alright alright! Hey everybody shut up!” Bazz, who you had concluded was the leader by this point, shouted at his lackeys. “I’ve decided how I wanna kill ‘em.” he said darkly with a smirk. An almost crazy look came to his eyes and he turned you so you were on display for the whole group to see. 

   “This little magicless shit and their raccoon thing have been plaguing this school for too long. I saw we knock out two birds with one stone and get rid a both of ‘em at the same time.” he paused for dramatic effect. “We’ll coat this one in tuna and leave it for the racoon to eat, and when he’s finished we’ll tell the headmaster and he’ll be expelled!”

   The group cheered and you moaned in utter exhaustion with a dab of hopelessness. Why was this school so ridiculous. You swore one day these imbeciles were gonna set the school on fire and when they turn to you for help, you were just gonna roast marshmallows and watch them panic. 

   A part of you was scared of course, you knew how Grim got when it came to food, but there was no way he wouldn’t notice you. Besides you weren’t really all that nervous anymore now that you noticed the sky.

   Dark clouds swirled around and flashes of green lit up the sky momentarily before dying down. Malleus was obviously looking for you and he was obviously not happy. Moments after you realized he was coming a massive lightning bolt struck the ground only feet away from where the pod of students stood.

   You screamed and shut your eyes as pain lit up behind them. You were swung around as the bear man protected his eyes as well and nausea took over you temporarily. 

   Even after you opened your eyes, only blackness filled your vision. Luckily you could still hear pretty well and relief flooded your veins when you picked up the voice of your boyfriend.

   “Hmm… it appears a bunch of scoundrels have decided to pick on my darling. Unfortunate as it seems, I am at fault for letting them walk home alone. Please return them and I won’t harm you.”

   Malleus was a frightening person to be up against, however the number of other students seemed to give them hope. “Not happenin’” You heard Bazz growl. “I caught ‘em so their mine!”

   The dark fae stiffened and you inhaled sharply. Thunder boomed and some of the students appeared frightened for a moment before attempting to return their expressions to confidence. They failed miserably.

   Malleus’ eyes widened before slanting dangerously. His pupils which were already slits, thinned out in an even more reptilian like way. His cape billowed around him as the wind picked up as a result of his rage.

   Being possessive doesn’t even begin to cover how Draconia feels about you. To him you were the most magnificent treasure in his entire hoard. The shiniest most beautiful precious gem he owned and his mate. After many many years of near solitude, Malleus had come to appreciate your company more than he could describe with words. Hearing another try to claim you ignited the fire in his belly and drove most logical thought from his mind. 

   The only thing he was thinking about was getting you back to him, completely unharmed. You supposed this might be the reason that the next events were so seemingly out of character for him. 

   He growled threateningly and the students took a step back. Two of them ran for it and one looked like he was just about to. Bazz and the Scarabia student stood stiff and nervous but didn’t back down. 

   Your eyes finally adjusted and you watched as a pomefiore student foolishly took a step forward. As first years they had practically nothing to use against the dark prince, who waved his hand and a gust of wind blew the student over like he was made of cardboard. 

   Malleus obviously wasn’t in the mood to play, yet he didn’t take out the students just yet. He decided he would show them something. “Bring my treasure here!” he snarled. Bazz shook but didn’t comply.

   “Fine, be that way.” the half dragon snapped his fingers and you were effortlessly teleported into his hands. You knew from experience that he could only do that to smaller objects so you supposed it was a good thing that you were shrunk.

   “Malleus!” You cried out and looked up at him with relief. His eyes momentarily flashed with the familiar adoration that he used when he gazed at you everyday. They turned dark again when the Scarabian boy shouted, “Hey! We caught that little rat so it’ ours. You're gonna have to fight us if you really want to take them!”

   “I will.” his voice was eerily calm as he stared them down. “In due time, but first,” he raised a finger and you squealed when he lifted you suddenly. “I need to tuck my treasure where it will be safe. I wouldn’t want my mate getting damaged or having to see the gruesome mess I am going to turn you into.”

   Confusion etched itself on your face but quickly shifted into understanding. Scared understanding, but understanding no less. “Umm… Mal… I don’t think-” 

   “Shh…” he quieted you and smiled at you softly. Despite your fears you nodded, giving him permission to continue. 

   The two of you had discussed this before, as he was well aware of your interests, however you had both decided that it wasn’t the time yet. Now, apparently was the time as you found yourself hovering over him in anticipation of what was to come.

   You glanced to the side and saw the last 4 students’ faces undergo the same transition yours did except they appeared much more horrified. Squirming, you looked down and gulped when Malleus gave you one last comforting look before stretching his jaws wide beneath you. 

   A flush crept onto your face as you gazed down into the open maw of your boyfriend. His teeth were sharp like spikes waiting to clamp down and tear through anything that he decided to consume. Each dip and crevice of pink pulsing flesh was oozing with clear slime. The back of the throat was illuminated by a strange green glow that came from below. Hot, stale breath washed over you and blew your hair slightly.

   Nervousness and anticipation spread through you as you were lowered into the large mouth that you realised resembled a sort of odd cave. His long forked tongue curled around your torso tightly as it carefully pulled you past the sharp fangs and into his mouth. The action was weirdly comforting as you picked up on his concern for your wellbeing. 

   Soon you were pulled completely into the slimy maw and watched, mildly afraid as the jaws shut, sealing off your exit. The tongue unwrapped itself and slid over you instead, prodding and feeling as it tasted you. It particularly enjoyed any part of you that wasn’t covered by clothing. And as your shirt was pushed up slightly so the tongue could lap at your midsection, you felt and heard Malleus humm in delight.

   You squirmed and giggled as the tongue continued to tickle you as best it could. It pulled back suddenly when a loud groan echoed up from below, telling Malleus that it was time to eat. He had never been one to deny himself of food if it was within appropriate terms so he tipped his head back and you felt gravity shift as he began to swallow you.

   The fae grunted and swallowed thickly, using a finger to trace your form in his throat. He scrunched his face as you sank slowly down past his chest, which he thumped in order to speed up your journey. And finally he felt you plop into his stomach.

   You panted for breath as the ride down had been far too tight for your liking but almost immediately gagged when you were hit by the horrid stink of whatever meat and sweet dessert Malleus had eaten last. 

   The gut around you was fairly large and spacious compared to the size you currently were. The walls pulsed and throbbed as they sensed you in their space. It was almost as if they were trying to locate you. That’s when you realized they were. 

   A high pitched whining sort of sound alerted you to the fact that your boyfriend was checking to make sure if you had made the journey safely. Quickly you trudged through the sludge, which tingled your skin when in contact, and placed two hands on what you assumed was the front wall of the stomach. 

   You could see due to the eerie glow in the stomach but you weren’t quite sure which direction you were facing. You received an answer when a handprint pressed against you in a comforting manner. 

   “I’m alright!” you called, “Don’t worry about me!” The stomach lining tensed and you heard Malleus growl, “Impossible!” You blushed and smoothed your hand over the slimy walls in appreciation for his undying concern for your wellbeing. 

   Outside, the remaining two students who had failed to flee when they saw Draconia swallow his lover whole, trembled in their spots. Both whimpered when his gaze turned towards them and fixed with a cold and dangerous stare that promised pain. 

   “You!” the dark prince seethed, “attempted to take my mates life!” His voice raised and lightning flashed behind him. “And for that, you will pay dearly!”

   You were flung backwards into the sludge as you felt Malleus jerk swiftly as the fight began. He pointed his staff at the two buffoons and muttered an incantation under his breath before a large jet of light blasted towards them. 

   Both jumped out of the way just in time for the laser to scorch the ground where they had previously stood. 

   They looked at each other fearfully and then back at Malleus. Scrambling, they attempted to stand up and fight back, but neither were successful as they were suddenly blasted by another powerful spell. 

   Your boyfriend smirked wickedly as he watched the two students deform and shrink until there was nothing left but two large rats screeching panickedly in the grass. “You’re lucky my mate disapproves of murder. Otherwise you would be in hell right now!”

   Lightning struck again and Malleus vanished from his spot, leaving the, now rodents to scamper off into the woods, hoping the spell would wear off. 

   Flickering lights flew around the room as its owner appeared out of thin air, transported home with magic. He sighed and leaned his staff against the wall with a huff. You were quiet as you listened to the dark mage begin to undress enough to leave his midsection exposed. 

   He gently sat down on the bed and you gripped the stomach wall to remain balanced. He leaned back and grunted, placing a palm over his stomach. “Darling, you are still alright?” his voice sounded slightly strained and you raised an eyebrow.

   “Um, yes, yes I am.” he sighed in relief. “That’s good. In that case please do excuse me but-” you didn’t hear him finish his sentence before the air around you thickened momentarily before rushing upwards in a loud blast.

“GRRRRWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRP!!!!!”

   You gasped and felt your legs weaken beneath you. The large eructation bellowed around you and seemed magnified from you being inside of him. 

   Malleus moaned softly. His eyebrows drew together and he sat a bit straighter on the bed. “My apologies, darling, it appears you gave me quite a bit of gas.” He muffled another burp, which rumbled deeply in his throat and blew the fetid air out the corner of his mouth.

   “N-no need to apologise.” you said hesitantly. You were very aware of your boyfriend's aversion to rudeness, however, your interests didn’t care much and you always found yourself shaking at the knees when he let loose a bit. 

   He smirked and rolled his eyes at your reaction and wished he could see your no doubt adorably blushing face. His hand rubbed large circles over his stomach and a low purr like sound began to rumble through his chest.

   You trudged over to the wall again and placed your hands against it. He pressed back lightly in conformation that he knew you were there and you smiled fondly as you began to rub the stomach lining.

   He let out a low croon and you felt him sink into the bed. You could almost see the look of pure delight that would slip onto his face anytime you massaged his belly. If only you knew how much better it felt to him now that you were applying your ministrations from inside.

   Malleus hummed softly and peered down at his stomach with a loving and satisfied gaze. You were safe. Away from those bullies who he would further deal with later once you weren’t around to stop him with morals, as most humans had. Safe, warm, delicately tucked away inside of him, where nothing and no one could get to you. 

   His most valuable possession, most treasured jewel, most worshiped treasure. His mate. HIS! The instinctual possessiveness and protectiveness had died down a bit now that he was back in his ‘nest’ with his mate, safely stowed away in his stomach. Now feelings of regret and guilt began to fester within him as he thought about how he hadn’t really asked for permission before swallowing you.

   “Darling?” you stopped rubbing and looked up, not that you could see him, “I… I wanted to say I’m sorry…”

   You made a confused face and pressed against the lining a bit. “Why?”

   “I’m sorry for several reasons, actually.” he sighed. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you in the first place. I’m sorry that I didn’t prevent such an event from happening. I’m sorry that you were scared and in danger while you were under my care. I’m also sorry that I ate you…”

   He paused and you cocked your head. “It’s… it’s a dragon's instinct to protect their valuables no matter what. For you… in such a position… I felt that you were too exposed, too vulnerable. Even if I had placed you in a pocket there was no guarantee that you wouldn’t get hurt. What I was sure of was my ability to protect my own body, so I decided to temporarily add you to it.”

   The dark fae wrapped his arms around his midsection and frowned. “Oh darling, I hope you can forgive me.”

   You stepped back from the wall and swung your fist at it as hard as you could. He was unable to stop a magnificently large belch from erupting past his lips, which you were quite delighted about but shoved those feelings to the side. You had caught his attention, so now it was your turn to speak. 

   “Malleus Draconia!” you said sternly, “If you think for one minute that I am going to let you blame yourself for something entirely out of your control then you’ve got another thing coming to you.”

   The half dragon stared in shock at his gut and let his jaw drop. 

   “It is in no way your fault that those jackasses decided to pick on me. In fact it was bound to happen sooner or later so it was only a matter of time. Besides you can’t be with me 24/7. It’s just not possible. So you stop being sorry about it this instance or I am going to give you the gut ache of your life!” You kicked his stomach again to prove your point and he released a deep burp into his fist. 

   “HHHHRRRRRMMMMMMMRRRRRLLLLPPPHHH!!!!”

   “Oh and another thing,” you started, “I have no idea why you would be sorry in the first place, since you saved me.” He paused and knit his eyebrows together as he thought about it. “You saved me Malleus. I’m safe. I’m safe and I’m not scared or unhappy or hurt in any way. I’m safe and in fact I’m also quite content.”

   The half dragon sat up in surprise. “Yes, that’s right.” you continued, “I am enjoying this experience deeply. True it would be a bit nicer if you could stop repressing, but I know how you feel about that. So don’t feel bad that you swallowed me to keep me safe. You probably could have swallowed me just to add some fat to your thighs and I would still be in heaven.” 

   He growled at the suggestion of him killing you, even if you would appreciate it due to your twisted sense of what's arousing and such.

   You chuckled and restarted rubbing his stomach lining. “Malleus, I love you. I trust you and your decisions. If you need to do something to keep me safe, even if it did make me slightly uncomfortable. I would still love you just as much.” 

   He began to purr again and sighed. “Thank you darling. I… I suppose you’re right.” he paused. “I love you too. So very much, and because of that, along with the fact that it is your birthday… I will indulge you as much as you like.”

   You paused and gasped. As much as you’d like…? You almost shook with excitement and Malleus chuckled, sensing your joy. “Shall I start with the usual?” You nodded vigorously, then realized he couldn’t see you and blushed in embarrassment. “Yes I would like that very much.”

   Malleus smiled at your enthusiasm and waved his left hand, conjuring a bottle of soda. He much preferred to drink from a glass and have his beverage stored in glass bottles, but for simplicity's sake he decided it would be alright to drink from a regular two liter.

   Another wave and he had sound proofed his room. Something he found himself doing often since you had begun to come over. 

   Carefully he unscrewed the bottle cap, wary of it potentially exploding. You heard the hiss of air being released and backed up against the wall in anticipation of what was coming next. The next sound you heard was a series of thick squelches and some fizzing accompanied by the noise of liquids rushing downwards. 

   Soon enough a waterfall of sweet, sugary soda cascaded through the open valve above. You squeezed your eyes shut and hissed when it splashed you as it hit the stomach bottom and mixed with the acids that pooled there.

   The liquid level around you rose steadily and you heard it bubble and hiss as it frothed incessantly upon exposure to the heat in Malleus insides. The pressure in the air doubled until it became almost too thick to breath. 

   By the time Malleus had finished the bottle, the liquid level had risen past your hips and rested just below your waist. He pulled the rim of the bottle away from his mouth and panted. Almost hesitantly he replaced the cap on the now empty bottle and placed it on the bedside table. 

   “Alright darling,” he grunted, “I’m HURP!- hah… I’m ready. Give it a good kick.” Almost immediately he felt a sharp pain in the side of his middle as you gave the inside of his gut a fierce blow. His stomach groaned loudly and the air pressure thickened harshly before Malleus opened his mouth and let out one of the loudest, deepest, longest belches you had ever heard.

“BWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!!!!!! - HACK!!!”

   It came to a close after a sheer 14 seconds of filling the room with its hellacious stench. The paintings on the walls had rattled and shaken in its wake and the bottle fell off of the table it was placed upon. 

   Your ears rung and you were sure your nose was bleeding by how intensely hot you felt. Your whole face turned a lovely shade of crimson almost as dark as Riddle’s hair. 

   Malleus gasped and moaned, letting his head fall back on the pillows. Despite his favor for elegance and manners he could never deny how simply incredible it felt to release a large amount of pressure from his stomach. 

   He puffed out his cheeks as he felt another massive burp roll up his throat.

“HHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!”

“BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!”

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLCH!!!!”

“BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOORRRP!!!!!!!!!”

   Several more belches, all magnificent in size, erupted past his lips and echoed throughout his bedroom. You moaned and listened as your boyfriend continuously burped without restraint. This was a once in a lifetime experience and you intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

   Finally the burps tapered off and Malleus groaned, rubbing his throat which stung a bit due to the power behind the eructations. He looked down and realized that while busy emptying his stomach of gas, he had also hacked you up. 

   The ride up had been short and tight but you hadn’t been paying all that much attention when it happened so you couldn’t say for sure if it had been uncomfortable. Rolling over on his stomach where you happened to end up, you smiled loopily up at him and he flushed looking you over.

   It made him feel nice, seeing you so small and content. While you were in danger he hadn’t gotten the chance to appreciate how simply adorable you looked, being this tiny, or how delicious.

   Malleus’ stomach growled disapprovingly at having lost its new favorite snack but he ignored it in favor of muttering a short incantation which quickly cleaned you of gut gunk. Now clean, you stood shakily since his midsection was bloated a bit, and tried to walk over to your boyfriend's chest. 

   You ended up falling over, since it was slightly like walking on a waterbed that wasn’t totally full. Malleus chuckled and you saw his eyes flash a bright green before your perspective changed rapidly. 

   It was only moments later that you found yourself, full sized once more staring into the captivating eyes of your beau. 

   “Hello darling.” he spoke softly. “Did you enjoy yourself?” You nodded rapidly and he sighed wrapping his arms around you. His hand gently runs over your hair and you let your head sit on his chest. 

   The sound of his heartbeat fills your ears and you sigh. It was quite a relaxing sound, but you still preferred the low burbles that his stomach provided. The two of you lay this way for a while, simply enjoying the presence of each other. However Malleus eventually shifts underneath you and whispers your name.

   Curiously you look up at him and he beckons you closer. 

   Closer. 

   Closer.

    Your lips touch in a brief kiss and he pulls back with a smile. “I have a birthday gift for you, but first.” He loosens his grip so he can sit up, positioning you in his lap. You shiver in anticipation when he gazes down at you greedily. Finally he leans forward enough to lick a stripe up your cheek and bite your earlobe teasingly.

“HHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMLLLLLPH!!!! - Phoosh”

   As he pulls back he suppresses a thick belch and blows the leftover fetid gas into your face. Your eyes water and you cough while inhaling deeply at the same time. You opened your eyes and Malleus could have sworn he saw hearts in them.

   “Thank you…” you breathed and he smirked. “Mmmm… as delightful as it is teasing you and getting to see...” he flicked his tongue along your lips, “taste your sweet blush. I do have an actual gift for you.”

   He moved so you could see the table where he had previously placed the soda bottle, and lifted a hand in a swift motion and whispered a few words. Suddenly a large ice cream cake appeared with a scrawled “Happy Birthday” on top. 

   The ice cream appeared to be chocolate vanilla swirl, and the frosting on top was vanilla. Decorative chocolate thorns encircled the cake’s base and had been arranged to appear as if they were climbing the dessert. Just above the wording a candle in the shape of a spinning wheel sat delicately. The spindle part was engulfed in a small green flame that danced almost eagerly as it waited to be blown out.

   You gasped and turned back to look at your boyfriend in surprise at the complicated cake he had (ordered you presumed) gifted you. The overly large size and ice cream part didn’t slip your notice and you had a feeling this night's adventures with your interests were far from over.

   “And one more thing.” Malleus spoke hesitantly, as if nervous by the next gift. He waved his hand and a small box appeared. He handed it to you and you opened it carefully. Inside sat a silver ring that had been made so detailed it looked as if it had literally been woven together with several tiny vines of thorns. Right in the middle of the ring was a small emerald which flashed in the candlelight.

   Your eyes widened and you glanced up at your beau who looked as if he was holding his breath. “It’s to signify our relationship. It’s not an engagement ring, it is meant to be worn on your right hand.” You watched as he gently slipped the ring onto your right hand. 

   In the valley of thorns we have something similar to the gallagh ring that you told me exists in your world. Instead of wearing it a different way depending on your relationship, the gemstone in the middle turns black when you are single. It turns the color of your partner's eyes when you are in a relationship, and when you become married it permanently changes to that color and the band turns gold.”

   He explained how it works in a quiet voice while you admired the pretty ring and your hand held in his. Malleus pressed a kiss to the ring and looked at you nervously. “Do you like it?”

   You threw your arms around him and smiled wide. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever received. Thank you so much Malleus.” You pulled back still smiling, he sighed in relief and smiled back. “That’s good to hear.” he looked like he was about to say something else but was interrupted by a loud growl that came from his stomach.

   “Sounds like you’re hungry. Why don’t we eat some cake?” he smirked and tightened his grip on your waist just a bit. “Hmmm. you mean, you eat some cake and I eat all the rest, only to end up with a big bloated tummy for you to rub?” You blushed fiercely. 

   “Yes, I do believe that sounds like an appropriate way to end the evening.” He leaned forward and kissed you once more. “Although you will always be the sweetest treat I have ever had the pleasure of tasting.” You giggled. “I love you too, Malleus.”

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I know I said i wouldn't do rules but wow you guys need some guidance.

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Hey! I’ve read so many of your vore stories, and I’ve actually written a few of my own! Granted they aren’t Dream SMP or anything, but I might write some of those in the future or something! I just want your opinion on some of them I guess? I don’t know, you’re a really cool writer and I enjoy rereading your old works and reading your new ones! Anyway, let me know what you think of them and things I could do to improve my future writing! If you have the time of course! If not, then that’s obviously fine! I just enjoy your writing and I want to know your opinion on mine I guess! Anyway, have a great day! ^^

Oh gosh this was hidden under so many different notifications that I saw it earlier and I'm only now able to answer it. I'm really glad that you enjoy my writings and think that they're cool, but wanting me to look over your own writings and give feedback. Thats something I'd never be asked to do by anyone so that is a humbling feeling.

I just finished looking over your stories and while only recognizing the characters from the MHA stories, I do really like them as they are. What I could suggest you do ( cause this is something I did when I first started writing and just wanted to post as much as I could) is make sure to take the time to "fluff" your stories since a few of them felt like there could be more and it provides a opportunity to add context to those who have no clue who the characters are/ only have a small knowledge of them. Its real easy to write a story your excited about and have the image of how it plays out in your head, but other people may not be able to pull the same image into their own as they read, so I find its always good to write in those extra details to paint a clearer picture. I see it as painting a picture of the ocean, you know its the ocean, but a outside person may not and think its a painting of a lake. Adding in those extra details such as gulls flying over, a sandy beach, and maybe a dolphin jumping from the waves makes for a more fleshed out painting of the ocean. This can be done the same way in writing.

This is why it takes me a good while to write my stories ( not including the time taken by adult stuff and college) because I want to make the clearest picture I can for my readers. I want them to be able to see the same image I had while writing the story I want them/myself to enjoy. Because I can not stress this enough " YOU SHOULD ALWAYS ENJOY WRITING YOUR STORIES!" if your not enjoying what your doing, then why are you doing it in the first place.

Please don't take anything of what Ive said above as saying your writing isn't good as it is, Im just going off of my own writing style and everyone has their unique style; yours is really good. If you enjoy how you write then its more power to you and keep enjoying it

This looks really long on my laptop and I hope I didn't ramble to much and it makes sense to you and helps inspire you in your future writings ( I've followed and I’m now excited to see your next work).