#restrained vore

[kitsune-pop]

vore where the prey is swallowed tied up

you were more than a little nervous to be honest. your partner had you strung up, hands behind your back and legs tied together snugly, shibari rope soft on your skin but tight at the knots. you looked at them, your head the only part of you that could move freely, as you dangled from their fingers

some rope and a shrinking spell was all it took to have you at your partner's mercy, although their reassuring smile helped put your nerves at ease. you nodded at them, ready to begin

with the end of the rope pinched between their fingers your partner lifted you up, dangling you above their face before opening wide, tongue laid flat over their bottom row of teeth. as you began to descend you couldn't help a brief moment of panic as you approached the hungry maw in front of you

your tiny body settled on their warm tongue, saliva quickly dampening the ropes holding you still as their breath washed over you. slowly drawing their tongue into their mouth, you quickly found yourself in darkness, enveloped by their tongue. they were gentle, keeping their jaws relaxed as they slid you around their mouth, pushing you first against their pallet, then to the back of their teeth. the tip of their tongue slid up your restrained body, slowly running up your midsection, feeling every bump of the shibari wrapped around you. you couldn't help but wriggle, eliciting a chuckle from your captor that sent vibrations through your very bones

their tongue shifted under you, scooping you up as they tilted their head back. bright light surprised you, craning your neck you could see they opened their mouth so you could clearly see their esophagus as it opened and closed in front of you, saliva slowly draining down their throat. you began to wriggle, feeling the rope tug at your arms, keeping you helpless as they slowly tilted their head further back, letting you slide further and further down

and with one quick swallow, all you could feel was tight, constricting muscles pulling at you, any struggles reduced to small wriggling as you felt the powerful muscle pull you further down their throat. could they feel you struggle? were they tracing your descent with their fingers? how far down were you already? you were helpless, tied up, shrunk and eaten, completely at the mercy of your partner. your heart was pounding and you felt lightheaded, yet all you could think about was this is where you belonged. deep in your partner, owned completely by them, existing only at their behest

you felt a few sharp tugs around your middle, constricting your body and forcing what little air you had left in your lungs out. in a moment you were coughing and gasping for air, blinking in the bright light as your partner cupped your tiny body gently, cooing at you, giving you praise for how brave you were, how good you tasted and how proud they are of you

your words had left you, all you could do was pant and smile past their fingers up at them with all the love you could muster

(got a little carried away with this one lol. sorry for the wait! I simply forgor)

[fiftyshadesofmetal]

Heres a crumb for my followers before I vanish for another month The demons spoke to me and said they wanted G2 sideswipe drawn to Ayesha Erotica lyrics, I swear guys

[fireworksanon]

do you ever just get so overwhelmed you want to get eaten? bc thats been my mood all day ngl. loosing my mind here

[uchu-no-bashira]

Night Time Relief - Demon!Gyomei x Fem!Reader

TW: Minors do not interact. Husband Gyomei, Demon Gyomei, Dubious Consent, Incubus, Non-con Touching, Non-con elements, Breeding, Power play, Power Imbalance, Blood, Restraining, Biting, Licking, Scratching, Slight Vore(?), Predator/Prey.

A Kasugai crow delivered you orders to destroy maybe one of the most skilled killers in the forest, West of the village it preys on. Without a second thought, you make your way through the woods that night, failing to note that the area around was incomprehensibly still. The smell of petrichor fills the air as freezing raindrops fall to the Earth, shrouding the forest with the soft sound of clattering leaves. You couldn’t ignore the feeling of foreboding in your mind as your footsteps grew lighter and swifter. You could feel it burning the back of your neck, a relentless gaze waiting for you in the abyss of total darkness among the tree line behind you. With hasty eyes, you glance back and forth along the moonlit path ahead and behind you.

Being this uneasy was nothing new to you seeing as you killed demons nightly, so being unsettled from time to time was a given, but tonight? Tonight was different. What was it about this area that forced goosebumps to traverse your body as well as make your stomach turn with venomous butterflies that corrupted your nervous system? It plagued your mind so heavily that you decided to go through the checklist of red flags you’d created in your time as a slayer, counting the top three off the list.

"Darkness, check. Ominous feeling of dread, check... What was that third thing?... Fuck, I'm too scared to remember.”

Hearing you admit to fear so blatantly brought a smile to your pursuer's face, he decided to enjoy the thrill of the chase until the very last moment, so he continued to prowl around in the shadows, waiting for his opportunity to pounce. "How would she taste?" He wondered, keeping his distance while remaining as low as he could, blades of grass gently sliding across his arms, legs and stomach, boosting his sensory skills as he 'sees' the world around him essentially. He listens to your footsteps, allowing the pursuer to constantly keep track of your precise location. It didn’t make it any better that he knows his prey well, he also knows that you’re onto him. All he has to do is stay out of sight. Gyomei had to admit he was a bit disappointed in his meek beloved for not realizing how grave the danger you were in, but he also knew that when you are petrified, you don't use your mind properly.

If You'd been a bit more composed, you would have realized that his commanding aura of dominance quieted all the other creatures in the forest, leaving an eerie, deathly silence that would make even the most expert of hikers turn around and head home. With a deep breath your eyes close slowly, trying desperately to remember what it was that was throwing you off-kilter. You rely on your ears and sense of smell. There was nothing that stood out immediately except the sound of the light rain coming to a stop, so with a low grumble, you whispered to yourself. "Listen to the forest… Listen to the creek around you and the creatures-” You pause momentarily as it finally dawns on you, “There are no other sounds but the creek!… It shouldn't be this qui-”

Before you finish the sentence, a deep snarl comes from your left just as your head turns in it’s direction. Faster than you could open your eyes, a branch snapped, then Gyomei’s body crashed into you. You tumble a few times against the ground, ultimately being pinned to your back. The sound of thumping in your ears increases as you stare into a set of luminous red eyes and gaze upon ashen brown skin that was cold to the touch. Gyomei lets out a deep chuckle while pinning your small hands above your head.

"You remember too late, my love. I thought you would have realized that over an hour ago when I first entered the area." He states in a menacing baritone voice. The force of his tackle left your weapons too far away for you to reach. Regardless, you fight with the strength you have by kicking the demon's rock hard abdominals. Desperate and breathing unsteadily, you do everything imaginable to break free of Gyomei's imperishable death grip on your wrists. The force he applied made it feel like they were going to snap as you grimaced. You continued to think of a way to at least propel him up and over your head, if only you could steady your feet. He was as heavy as a fully loaded train and the sight of his bloodied canines shining in the moonlight made your breathing even more sporadic with the thought that you’d be your husband’s next meal.

Your focus was drawn to his face and how terrifying it was. It harbored black cracks all over that spread along his neck and shoulders, with four extra arms protruding from his side while two continue to pin you. The sounds of your own breaths were drowned out and dominated by his hungry growls. What could have happened to him? Why did this happen to him? He would never agree to becoming a demon… or so you thought. Is this where he’s been for the last two years since his last mission? Through the midst of your confusion, you let out an exasperated grunt, finally finding the words you want to say to him.

"Gy-Gyomei, please! It’s me, your wife, don't-'' You're interrupted as one of Gyomei's free hands comes up to your mouth, covering it in a surprisingly gentle fashion. He makes sure to not scratch your mouth or face with his blackened, serrated claws. Tears of blood flow from his eyes, down his ashen cheeks and onto yours. The cries you expelled were muffled as your own tears involuntarily slip from your eyes and mix with the blood on your face. You begin shaking your head back and forth rapidly, your breaths continuing to stagger as you adamantly try to break free, twisting your wrists until you both hear a loud pop.

The feeling of sharpened nails press into the flesh of your cheek, any more and he’d puncture it. "Shh... My love, don't make this any harder than it needs to be." He tones deeply into your ear as he leans down, the heat from his words making you release a scream into his palm in frustration. Gyomei hums before moving his frosted fingers away from your mouth, slowly tracing along the thickness of your lips before he pinches your chin in the cusp of his index finger. A sharp pain radiates the underside of your chin as his thumb nail penetrates the skin and he draws blood. The stream of red fluid tickles your trachea as you close your eyes from the burning sensation. "You act as if you don't want this… Have you not missed me in my absence?” He asks honestly.

Your breath stifles, your eyes fly open, blistered with tears of grief you’d thought long passed as you lock eyes with your hunter... With your husband. “He remembers me…” You think to yourself while continuing to wiggle your wrist. Finding a little bit of room within his large hands, you were able to break one of your hands free, although you assumed he allowed you to. You slap his hand away from your chin, then shove your palm into his face. "Get.. off... Me!..." You grunt, feet still kicking at his hardened stomach that he, of course, cannot feel. This coerces a demented chuckle from the giant as jagged teeth sink into your palm, burning instantly. Suddenly, the space around your waist is tugged as his nails cut into your sides easily like a knife gliding through butter. He digs his nails in deep, stopping just before any major arteries as he holds you steady.

More of your blood trickles over his fingertips and a feral growl escapes his chest. A loud scream begins to escape your own mouth, the same burning in your chin earlier now ravaging the entirety of your body, the nerves screaming in pain across the synapses in your brain… But then… The area grows warm and sensitive, changing the feral screams of your voice into pleasured moans. Gyomei's top left arm continues to hold one of your wrists, while the top right that you’d smacked away, grabs your offending bloody hand and he drags his tongue over the wound he'd made.

He laps at your palm sensually, slurping on your red nectar while he chuckles. "You know there is no point in this." He tones before licking his lips. "You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else."

You scoff at his words in disgust. "Listen... To yourself!! You- Anh~!" A moan quivers in your voice as his nails squeeze deeper into your sides. "You sound... Like a... Monster! This isn't you! You're not like this!..." You whimper, eyes closing as you turn your head away from what used to be your loving husband. Gyomei continues to lick your wound, becoming even more roused by the position he's in. He kisses his way down your wrist, then smiles playfully.

“But you're enjoying yourself and don't want me to stop... Isn't that right?" He asks in a smooth tone of voice. You hated yourself for agreeing with the demon, a faint heat creeping along your cheeks as you refused to answer, your body now basking in the warmth surging through your body. His carnivorous licks grow more pleasant with each passing second. You look up at the demon with curiosity plaguing your mind.

"Exactly... What kind of demon are you? Why did you become a demon? How could you.. Leave me for so long?" You ask in a medium pitched, breathy voice. Your arousal was obvious to the demon towering above you. He gently responds back while placing your hand back in its original place in his large palm, pinning it above your head again.

"My only reason for becoming a demon was to meet you again. I was dying a painful death on my final mission as a Slayer and could not bear the thought of never saying goodbye… So, I did what I must to meet you once more. I try not to dwell on my blunder, as what I wished for finally came to pass.” He tones while dragging his nail along the supple flesh of your skin. “As far as what kind of demon, it should be obvious by now, my love. Tell me, what do you think I am?" He asks while taking the finger on his bottom right hand to the top of your slayer uniform, then drags it down to the waistline of your pants. The sound of fabric tearing and buttons popping could be heard as your breasts burst out of the torn clothing.

The sound of the demon purring signals that he likes what he sensed, your overwhelming aroma of lust teasing his nose and tongue as he palms your chest. The cold wet air grazing your bare flesh and nipples pulls a stifled moan from your lips before you answer. "An... Incubus?..." Gyomei nods his head slowly, then places his forehead to yours.

“Will you allow me to indulge in your warmth once more, y/n? I may be a demon… But I still care deeply about you, that much I have not forgotten.” He asks while looping his finger on the inside of your pants. You couldn’t help but relent and nod your head. You’d missed his touch so much for the past two years that he was away. He grins at you lovingly, then begins to drag his finger from the base of your collarbone to your navel tearing the flesh of your torso as he goes. The sound of your moans flooding his ear brought bliss throughout his body.

He uses his last two arms to spread your legs, exposing a precious pussy that was oozing cum prematurely as he rubs his clothed dick against your sensitive bulb. His venom had worked just as he wanted it to. He feels along your tiny frame as you fully submit to your lust. With your head tilted back, eyes half lidded and your body flushed beyond all reason, you position your hips against the underside of his dick. The massive output of steam from your body signals to him that you’re all his and your resistance has dissipated. Gyomei giggles at you before dragging his tongue along your bloody torso. "You taste amazing, my love…" He whispers as removes his claws from your waist and free’s his large dick from his pants, then lines it up at your opening. “This will hurt a bit.”

As he pushes his hips forward, his dick seemingly splits you up the middle and presses into your cervix as you let out a feral moan. How thrilling it felt to be under your husband once again albeit under less than ideal circumstances. Here you were, bare as a newborn child on the forest floor, mating with a demon of astronomical size and strength. Each thrust into your tight hole had you seeing stars and squeezing your nails into your palms. “T-to much!... H-hurts!” You cry as tears of pleasure start to careen down your cheeks. Gyomei snarls as he leans in to bite your neck, injecting more venom into you, soothing your pain while feeding himself in the process as your scream takes on a more pleasured tone.

Gyomei drags his tongue along your neck slowly and with the tantalizing taste of iron on his tongue accompanied by the feeling of his dick being squeezed and sucked into your greedy pussy has soft, pleased growls leaving his chest with each snap of his hips. He could lose himself in this sensation and he does. You’re intoxicating to this man and he can’t stop himself as he goes in a second time, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Your heavy breathing and moaning has your heart pumping his venom through your veins at an exponential rate, causing you to cum all over his pelvis as you take him in his entirety.

“F-fuck!... S-so big!… S-so good!~” You whimper, your pussy spasms as you feel a dagger like sensation piercing into your collar bone, the sound of squelching filling the air as your eyes drift to the back of your head. The feeling of his cold skin against your own causes temporary relief as you continue to release guttural moans into Gyomei’s ear. The large demon continues to drive into you harder, deeper, faster until he feels you nearing your breaking point. He squeezes your wrists tighter, pumping into you sloppily as creamy white slick spreads to his abdomen.

“Almost...” He pleads in a deep and needy tone as he angles himself to fuck into your sweet spot. The sheer feeling of him pushing into your tightening hole was too much to bear, what tips him over the edge was the sound of your voice breaking as you orgasm loudly, the sound reverberating in his ears causing him to let out a deep groan that vibrates your chest as he shoots thick, hot ropes of his seed into you.

Both of you were breathing heavily and you’d looked like you’d been mauled by a demon. Bite marks everywhere and close to severe blood loss. You look up at him with tired eyes, the adrenaline from his venom wearing off as you ask breathily,

“Are you going to devour me now?”

Gyomei chuckles and lets go of your bruised wrists.

“Oh, my love… this is just the first of our encounters. I’ve decided this will not be the last of us meeting. As I said: You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else... ”

… And you didn’t mind that. Not. One Bit.

[mychlapci]

Alright apologies my liege this is just sending a whole fanfic in the ask box but the centipede has given me the power to write pussy vore, glory to the kingdom or whatever

After a long long day on duty, Minimus finally makes it back to his hab with a stack of datapads in his arms ready to start his post-work work. It was a hard and mostly thankless job, but it had to be done by someone, and thankfully to Minimus, the one person who did thank him for his dedication was sprawled out in their berth with his modestly playing already removed. Minimus glanced at Megatron as he set his datapads down before he turned his head once again to take a full look at his conjunx. That's right, he thought, he and Megatron did plan on interfacing after Minimus' late shift. It was even on Minimus' schedule.

All the commotion reigning in dumb scuffles and listening to Rodimus talk his audials off had Minimus totally blank on his plans. It feels bad to let down Megatron and it feels even worse to deny himself his own needs, but Minimus promises Megatron he would make everything up to Megatron the next evening, but now he was falling behind on his reports and needed a little peace and quiet. Megatron is disappointed of course, but he knows Minimus would never let his duties slip. He's a big mech though, a big mech with high charge. He can entertain himself without Minimus.

Heavy venting is what finally made Minimus turn away from his stack of datapads. He could tune out the, squelching noises of lubricant and the quiet creaks of the berth, but Megatron's breathy restrained moans as he slipped a fat fake spike up his valve made Minimus need to turn. He watched Megatron, already feeling his spike slamming into his modestly panel. Primus, he wanted to be in that spike's place so badly. A quick break wouldn't exactly kill him, it wasn't like Rodimus would even read his daily reports until he was a month behind on them. He couldn't even focus with how overcharged his body was after all, he just needed some time to work through it.

Minimus hops up onto the berth, feeling Megatron's optics on him. Megatron allows Minimus to pull the toy from his valve and set it aside, he wouldn't need it when he finally had the real thing's attention. Minimus' panels were popped open, freeing his hard spike finally. He was on his knees infront of Megatron's much larger array, licking and kissing his glowing anterior node before taking the thing into his mouth. Megatron groaned at that, he could only imagine the sight of Minimus' jaw stretching around the node that nearly fills his mouth. The determination of his minibot lover would always bring Megatron's arousal to another level. He threw his head back and rested a heavy servo on Minimus' back, pressing the minibot into his soaked valve and feeling Minimus blindly thrust his little spike into him.

Minimus was getting coated in Megatron's transfluid, which made it much easier to rut into that soft valve and slip his digits in. He was still busy with lapping the fluid off his conjunx's node when he felt Megatron pushing him once again. Whatever Megatron was doing, and Minimus knew he was up to something when he could hear his t-cog click distantly and feel Megatron shift his mass slightly bigger, Minimus was very on board with. Something was pressing on the back of his helm, making him slip away from Megatron's node and into his plush valve lips. Minimus attempted to catch himself, but Megatron just continued to push him deeper until he had the minibot's upper body fully inserted in his valve.

Minimus squirmed as much as he could in the tight valve channel, which only pushed him deeper into his lover. Megatron's greedy calipers were massaging Minimus' body as his internals tried to pull the minibot deeper inside. Megatron was helping from the outside, pushing Minimus in deeper by the pedes as he continued to leak lubricant onto his small body. He was finally feeling some resistance when his ceiling node was brushed against, causing a full frame shiver. Minimus was drowning in that wet heat and he felt like he never wanted to resurface. With no one to see him act so crudely, Minimus thrust wildly into Megatron's walls, grinding his spike into his conjunx valve deeper than he could ever reach on his own. His helm was pressed into Megatron's ceiling node, letting the captain feel all the wild thrashing from his active little toy.

Caught up in his own overload, Minimus did not see the small port of Megatron's gestation chamber opening. His forge was like a stalking predator, waiting for Minimus to get close enough to be caught. A shift, a reshuffle of his position, and he was caught. Minimus' helm had pushed back in the dark and somehow fell further into Megatron's internals. Listening hard, he could only hear his conjunx's cries of approval as his valve spasmed on Minimus' little body, so clearly whatever he had found was not going to hurt his mate by delving deeper. Minimus wiggled his way into that tighter port, into an even hotter and tighter chamber than Megatron's valve.

Deep inside Megatron could feel Minimus squirming his way into his forge, and it had pushed him over the edge of overload. He wanted his conjunx as deep inside of him as he could be, all his for all eternity where no one could take him from him. It was a horribly selfish desire that Megatron could feel guilty over when he wasn't overloading his processor out, but caught up in the heat of the moment, he would have his dream be a reality for a moment. He reached blindly for the toy Minimus had taken from him earlier, and once found he popped it up his slick loose valve. In his bigger form, meant for keeping his lover from being crushed, the toy had felt smaller in comparison. It would do the job Megatron had meant it for though, he could feel the thing make contact with something that had seemed to move against the tip. He had hit Minimus' twitching pedes with the toy, giving the minibot a slight push further through his gestation seal.

Once Megatron had found his target, he fucked himself hard with the spike, aiming to keep pushing his conjunx deeper into his forge as he did so. Minimus' hips were just slipping past the tight opening, giving a delicious squeeze to his spike. He frotted into the port, pushing him deeper into the chamber faster. Just as Minimus overloaded, his hips had popped into the forge with the rest of his body, shooting transfluid directly into Megatron's gestation chamber. His legs followed him into the wet channel easily, allowing Minimus to finally curl up in his lover's forge.

Megatron laid in the afterglow of a frame racking overload with a large servo rested on the small bump of his abdomen where his conjunx was. The fake spike had slipped out of him the second Megatron let it go, being flushed out by the still coming gushes to transfluid. As he was still in the high of a good overload, he received a ping on his private comms.

:I do not know exactly what we have just done, but I would like to make this a frequent activity:

A very Minimus way to ask to indulge in a kink, it made Megatron smile. He sent a message back, more to check in than out of any urgency to let his mate go.

:Are you enjoying it in there?:

:In the way of my interface needs? Immensely. It's rather comfortable actually, to speak outside of arousal:

:Is that so?:

:Yes. It's very warm, and quiet too. If you've been trying to speak to me, then I am sorry I missed it. Everything is drowned out over the sounds of your internals, which-:

:Which?:

:Which is making my interface protocols want to reengage. My apologies:

:Do not apologize for my frame bringing you satisfaction, my dear. I'm glad to hear you get as much out of this as I do:

:If you would allow it, could I stay inside a while longer?:

:Of course minimus:

After sending his message, Megatron was struck with an idea.

Getting one of Minimus' tiny datapads in his valve was like putting the pen of his own datapad inside himself. It was small, so to say, and Megatron could insert it into his large frame easily. Using his fake spike, he pushed the datapad further into his valve then his digits could reach until the thing was knocking into the already worked opening of his forge. He knew his idea had gone as he meant it to when he received another message.

:I need a very good reason to not come out right now to punish you for putting sensitive files in your array:

:My forge is quiet and secluded, no one will be bothering you while you work and I can entertain myself plenty:

Megatron was already rubbing his anterior node at the thought of his little conjunx happy and safe inside his gestation chamber, all his and his alone. The comm back was essentially permission for Megatron to commit to his plans.

:Thank you Captain, I understand. I may need a while then to continue my reports.:

:Feel free to stay as long as you need:

Megatron lazily thrust the toy back up his valve as he messaged Minimus. He was free to frag himself stupid while his conjunx worked away. If Minimus was ever taking more breaks to overload into his partner's forge, than Megatron didn't have to know. Of course he did know though, and the idea alone had Megatron's valve squeezing the toy harder. -🌱

ARGH i just keep rereading this, it's so damn good... Megatron's big, stretchy womb is the perfect office for Minimus, so warm and quiet and the horniness keeps him alert. When it starts making him dizzy, he simply jerks off to take the edge off, and continues working...

hrghh what if he got Megatron pregnant like this... usually his transfluid doesn't reach that far up Megatron's valve and even they're getting up to the usual pussy vore shenanigans, he doesn't produce enough to really knock him up... but after hours and hours of cumming directly all over his forge, there's bound to be a spark...

[voraciousvore]

Voretober Day 17: Rescue

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Content Warning: Unwilling soft safe vore, sexual themes, vomiting

Word Count: 3.8k

“Just stay quiet and let me do all the talking,” Leon advised. 

Joey responded with a terse nod and fumbled with his tie. “Yes, of course.” 

“And try not to fidget so much. Stop looking so nervous. You need to relax.” 

Joey gulped. “Right.” He forced his hands rigidly to his sides and schooled his features into a neutral expression. 

Leon looked him up and down with a skeptical gaze. He rubbed his chin and heaved a heavy sigh. “That’ll do, I suppose. Let’s go.” He opened the metal door in the side of the building behind him and began descending the narrow staircase. Joey glanced around at the dark, deserted streets, flanked by run-down industrial complexes, before following. 

The cement stairs were cracked and worn, so Joey had to watch his feet as he lightly put his weight on each step. The overhead bulbs were stark white and flickered with a loud fluorescent hum at just the right frequency to give him a headache. He focused on the balding patch on the back of Leon’s head in front of him to quell his rising anxiety.  

Leon reached the bottom of the stairs, where another metal door awaited him with a keycard reader. He swiped his card and gave Joey a stern look before twisting the knob. Joey dropped his hands down, realizing only just then that his fingers were fiddling with his tie of their own volition. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to get them out of the way. 

The door opened like a portal to a different dimension, revealing a world in striking contrast to the bland, dingy stairwell. Joey blinked and adjusted his glasses as he was hit with a blur of bright colorful lights amid a sea of green felt. The bubbly jingles of slot machines, accompanied by the solid clinks of coins and chips, rang out amidst the lower drone of masculine voices. Joey wrinkled his nose at the strong odor of cigar smoke and alcohol that hung thick in the air like a haze. 

Leon trotted in with confidence, and Joey matched his gait as he coolly slid alongside him. He furrowed his brow as he scanned the rows of slots and pachinko machines, searching with urgency. 

“Slow down, Joey,” Leon muttered out the side of his mouth. “Take a deep breath.” 

Joey inhaled through his nose in an attempt to remain calm, but only succeeded in choking on a toxic cloud of smoke. His palms were sweating in his pockets and his heart was racing like a ticking time bomb. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a perky waitress with big tits and a very short dress that hardly covered her panties addressed him. 

“Would you like a drink?” she chirped with an excessively peppy affect. She balanced a tray full of glasses on one hand. 

Joey opened his mouth to decline, but Leon interrupted. “Yes, martinis for both of us please.” Joey glanced at him questioningly as the waitress affirmed and scurried off. 

“It would be strange for us not to drink here,” Leon explained. “Or refuse a smoke.” Joey nodded. “Besides, it’ll help you loosen up a bit.” 

They kept moving. Joey restrained his powerful urge to march ahead with purpose, and allowed Leon to take him along a meandering path through the underground casino. As they strolled past the bar, the waitress returned with two drinks. Joey sipped his martini and absently stirred the toothpick with the olive, hoping for some liquid courage. 

He couldn’t help but notice that the clientele were exclusively upper-class men, sharply dressed in expensive suits and groomed to an immaculate polish. Joey had originally believed his disguise would be sufficient, but now he felt shabby by comparison, with his messy hair and dorky glasses. His suit, rented from a pawn shop, was ill-fitted, slightly rumpled, and permeated with the scent of dust and mothballs. Even the hulking security guards lurking on the fringes were better-dressed by comparison. He ran a hand through his hair self-consciously in a futile attempt to smooth down the stray locks. 

Leon guided him further inside the den of debauchery, to the roulette machines and the card tables. As Joey’s eagle eyes surveyed the tables, he stiffened, stopping in his tracks. Each table had a glass dome in the middle, like an enclosed bubble. The interior consisted of what could only be described as a stage, a raised platform with a metal floor. The performers on display were tiny human women less than the height of a single finger, scantily clad, twirling and gyrating in a titillating fashion on miniature stripper poles. Joey observed as a man sat down at one of the tables and pressed a button, causing all the women inside to flinch as if stung and begin to dance. He realized, with a twist in his gut, that the metal plates the girls were standing on delivered electric shocks. 

He clenched his fists in anger and gritted his teeth. “Monsters,” he growled. 

“Easy, Joey,” Leon warned. “Don’t lose it here.” 

Joey huffed but didn’t answer. He struggled to maintain his composure, despite his blood boiling just beneath the surface. His eyes scoured each table frantically as his pulse pounded in his head. Leon frowned with concern but hid his expression behind his drink. 

“Eren!” Joey cried, a bit too loudly. Leon paled as a few faces turned their way. 

“Joey!” he hissed, clapping his hand on his shoulder to stop him from dashing forward. “You’re drawing attention to yourself!” 

“She’s right there,” Joey choked, barely containing himself. At one of the poker tables, under the glass bubble, a diminutive woman with long raven hair was twisting around one of the poles. Her misery was plastered all over her face as a creepy older giant with gray hair leered down at her, his finger hovering over the button to shock her if she stopped. Joey felt like throwing up. 

“I know, I know,” Leon said. “But making a scene is not going to accomplish anything. We need to be smart about this.” 

“But what can we do?” Joey lamented. “I can’t just leave her there! I need to save her!” 

Leon abruptly stiffened, sucking in a sharp breath. Joey felt the fine hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end. He turned around to behold a balding, bearded giant lumbering towards him. He was huge and imposing, both tall in height and broad in girth, and dressed in a black suit of the finest material. He regarded Joey with hard metallic irises that pierced through him like twin blades. 

“Who’s this?” he boomed in a rich stentorian voice. 

“Mr. Wolfe, I’d like you to meet my nephew,” Leon lied, placing a hand on Joey’s shoulder. “Joey, this is Mr. Wolfe, the owner of this casino.” He addressed his boss again. “I believe young Joey here has… potential.” 

“Is that so?” Mr. Wolfe studied Joey intently, from his scuffed shoes to his ragged hair, as if examining a scrawny bug under a magnifying glass. What he saw didn’t seem to impress him much. “Hmph,” he scoffed. 

“Why don’t we sit down to a game of poker?” Leon suggested, spotting an opportunity—a risky one, perhaps, but one that afforded them a chance to rescue Eren. “We can join Mr. Hardon and Mr. Greenwood over there, if they’ll have us.” 

The big man scratched his beard as he continued to stare at Joey in a way that made the younger man want to shrivel up like a raisin. Mr. Wolfe’s metal eyes glinted and he peeled his rubbery lips back into a wolfish grin, like he was fantasizing about eating Joey alive and not just beating him at cards. “You’ve piqued my interest. Let’s test this fresh meat.” 

Mr. Wolfe turned away toward the table, and Joey nearly collapsed after bearing the weight of his gaze for so long. Leon and Joey followed him to the poker table, where two other men were already seated. The gray-haired pervert who had been thirsting over the small women trapped in the dome was introduced to Joey as Mr. Hardon. The other man, Mr. Greenwood, resembled an old-fashioned mob boss, complete with a dark pinstripe suit and a cigar tucked in the corner of his mouth. They both regarded Joey with condescension as he shuffled into his chair. He was thankful to sit down before his quaking legs gave out beneath him. 

“You gents can play without me,” Mr. Hardon announced. “I’m getting bored. I’ll just watch instead.” His pale eyes drifted down to the women in the dome, who were observing the new arrivals warily. With a grin that turned Joey’s stomach, he pressed the shock button and they all jumped in unison. 

For a split second, a murderous expression flashed across Joey’s face and he leaned forward as if about to lunge. Leon swiftly kicked him under the cover of the table to bring him back to his senses. He reigned himself back with a pinched frown. Fortunately, the others were distracted by the tiny women dancing and didn’t notice his aggression. An idea sparked in Leon’s brain. 

“Why don’t we make the game more interesting then?”  he suggested. “We could play for a prize. Whoever wins all the chips gets to choose one of the women for himself.” He plunked his finger on the glass for emphasis. His heart broke as the humans inside trembled, but he didn’t allow any sympathy to break through his stony façade. 

“I’m in!” Mr. Hardon proclaimed, slavering like a mad dog. “Now THAT would be fun!” He looked eagerly over at Mr. Wolfe. 

“I agree, but only under the condition that we at least get to watch the victor eat their prey,” Mr. Greenwood said with a wicked smirk, chewing on the end of his cigar. 

Mr. Wolfe smiled coldly. “Very well.” He gestured to one of the dealers with a flick of his wrist. The dealer divided up the chips, shuffled the cards, and gave each man their hands. Mr. Hardon’s eyes and rows of teeth gleamed as he drooled over the little women, his cards cupped close to his grinning face. Mr. Wolfe was deadpan, completely unreadable. Mr. Greenwood puffed on his cigar impassively. Leon scrutinized each man closely. 

Joey was an honest, earnest young man with many admirable traits, but hiding his emotions was not one of them. He frowned as he peeked at his cards before he caught himself, but the damage was done. He had a terrible poker face and couldn’t manage to pull off a successful bluff. He tentatively placed a bet, only to lose his chips as the more hardened and experienced men saw through him as easily as if he were made of crystal. 

He lost the next hand as well. And the following. The other men were ready to tear him apart like sharks drawn to blood. He began to sweat and fidget under the pressure, polishing his glasses and smoothing the folds in his suit. His tie felt like a boa constrictor around his neck, twisting tighter and tighter. He finally managed to get a decent hand, but his reaction was so blatant that nobody was foolish enough to bet against him. He was losing badly. 

“Cigar?” Mr. Greenwood offered, holding out a box in his palm. Leon, Hardon, and Wolfe all accepted. Joey, recalling Leon’s advice that refusing to smoke would be suspicious, took one as well, oblivious to the fact that he was holding a luxury worth more than he’d ever be able to afford in his life. He bit his lip nervously as he lit the tip. He’d never smoked before. 

Ignorant of the proper way to smoke a cigar, Joey took a drag like he’d seen people do with cigarettes and immediately burst into a coughing fit. Mr. Greenwood chuckled, as did Mr. Hardon, but Mr. Wolfe was not amused. He regarded Joey with disappointed disgust before shooting a scathing glare at Leon, who hid behind his cards and slumped down in his chair like a beat dog. 

As the game wore on, Mr. Wolfe focused on Joey and waxed with increasing wrath and dissatisfaction over the pathetic specimen before him. Joey’s chips were dwindling and he was clearly losing his composure under the pressure, his eyes darting from his cards to his chips to the women in the glass bubble. Eren gazed up at her giant boyfriend with despair as she saw her only way out shrinking with the diminishing pile of chips. 

Joey was almost out of the game by this point. He didn’t have a great hand, but he had no choice but to go all in lest he lose his only chance to retrieve his girl. In an excessive and unnecessary show of force, to really crush the man beneath his heel and demonstrate his supremacy, Mr. Wolfe pushed all his chips forward. “All in.” Joey blanched. 

“Ah, screw it. All in,” Mr. Greenwood grunted, presenting his own pile of chips. Mr. Hardon did the same, grinning with a savage edge. 

“All in,” Leon muttered without confidence, his face puckered. 

“Perfect. Let’s see it, then, Joey,” Mr. Wolfe growled with a grotesque sneer. Joey winced as he flipped his cards to reveal… nothing. His hand was garbage and he knew it. His lips quivered and his eyes moistened. 

Mr. Wolfe let out a slow, sadistic, soft laugh. He was thoroughly enjoying Joey’s pain. He turned over his cards in a dramatic flourish to show off an impressive hand: a pair of aces. Mr. Greenwood and Mr. Hardon frowned as they exposed strong, but inferior, hands. 

Joey began to tremble all over as his mask crumbled. He had lost. He couldn’t save Eren. He considered, briefly, smashing the glass, grabbing her, and bolting, but he knew he wouldn’t make it to the door before security slammed him down. He didn’t even look at Leon’s cards as he put them face-up. The situation was hopeless.  

“Leon, you sly fox,” Mr. Greenwood uttered. “I should’ve known.” Joey snapped out of his spiral to glance over, and was shocked to see Leon also had a pair of cards—tens, not aces, but combined he managed to score three of a kind. Joey blinked away the excess water in his eyes with shock. 

“I win,” Leon proclaimed, a smile stretching out his face. “Allow me to claim my prize, please.” Mr. Wolfe glowered but pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked a panel in the table. He pressed a button and the dome split open and retracted with a smooth whoosh. The humans recoiled with fear, huddling against each other in the middle of the table. They had nowhere to run, since they were surrounded on all sides by giant men. 

Leon hastened to grab up Eren and pull her to safety. He tried his best to be gentle and not squeeze her small frame in his enormous hands, but her terrified squirming made it difficult to maintain a mild grip. She looked over frantically at Joey and opened her mouth to scream his name. Leon swiftly clamped his thumb over her face to muffle her exclamation; he couldn’t have her reveal their connection and unwittingly sabotage their plan. She bit his thumb in response, but her teeth were too small to break the skin or cause any real damage. 

Leon tucked her into his pants pocket, holding his hand over her so she couldn’t escape. His chest tightened as he felt her thrashing through the fabric against his thigh. She didn’t know him; she had no clue he was allied with her boyfriend and was trying to help her. 

“Well, I’ll be off now,” he remarked casually, standing up out of his chair. 

Mr. Wolfe knew he’d been outsmarted, and he was seething. “Hold on, Leon,” he snarled. “We’re not finished here.” 

“Oh, I’m good,” Leon replied. 

“SIT. DOWN.” 

A hush dampened the voices in the room as nearby patrons of the casino were disrupted by his bellowing bass tone. Leon stiffened, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. “Very well, sir,” he answered faintly, lowering himself back into his seat. 

“You’re going to finish what we started here,” Mr. Wolfe demanded. 

“I’d rather save her for later, if that’s okay…” Leon said feebly. His remaining courage had vaporized in an instant as he understood he was at the mercy of his boss. 

“No.” The authoritarian word, as solid as a wall of iron, left no room for negotiation. The big, brutish giant leaned forward in his chair, which squeaked under his prodigious weight, and clasped his hands firmly on the table. “Now. You’re not getting out of this.” Leon’s reluctance to consume humans was known to him, and he wasn’t going to let him slink out unpunished. 

Greenwood and Hardon stared at Leon with ravenous anticipation. Joey looked as if he’d dissipate into smoke. Leon swallowed his misgivings and fished Eren, kicking and screaming, out of his pocket. With a stealthy motion under the table, he shoved a human anti-digestion pill from his other pocket into her hands before squeezing her tightly between his fingers so she had no room to flail her limbs. She fumbled the object with confusion before going very quiet as she registered what she was holding. She began to tremble as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

Leon wanted to apologize, to console her, to tell her she was safe and everything would be okay, to let her know she’d soon be reunited with Joey. But he couldn’t. Not a word. He’d jeopardize everything. So, knowing he had no other choice, he opened his mouth and stuffed her in. 

She tasted meaty and tender, like steak. A flood of drool filled his mouth; he gulped it down so she wouldn’t be swimming in his juices. Eren struggled with terror on his tongue and tapped against his teeth, punching them uselessly with miniscule fists. He tried to maneuver her into a more comfortable position for swallowing, so she would go down smoother, but she refused to cooperate. 

He felt terrible as he tried not to imagine what the experience must be like for her. As gently as he could manage, he tilted his tongue up so she would slide into his gullet. He wanted to guide her down his throat slowly, but a kick to his uvula made him choke instead. He sucked her down in a harsh swallow, gripping his neck with pain as she slid through it, crunched up at an awkward angle. His Adam’s apple rippled against his palm and he nearly vomited with revulsion. 

She continued to resist the constricting tunnel around her as she passed through his chest into his stomach. He felt her pushing and clawing, along with her frightened little heart pounding in a panicked cadence that matched his own. She dropped into the void of his gut and he gasped as he realized he could even perceive her tiny feet sinking into his stomach lining and wading through the gastric soup within. He covered his mouth in a dry heave, but fortunately kept down his stomach contents, Eren included. His face turned green with nausea. 

Joey, too, appeared close to vomiting. Mr. Wolfe smirked cruelly at the display, since he knew Leon was not a fan of ingesting humans. Mr. Greenwood rolled his cigar in his hand with satisfaction, and Mr. Hardon seemed close to bursting. 

“Mr. Wolfe? Can I have one too? Pleeeeease?” Hardon begged. “I promise I’ll keep her alive; I don’t even need to eat her! I’ll settle for a lap dance.”  

Mr. Wolfe huffed. “Fine. Whatever.” The lecherous old man snatched up a busty blonde and dragged her under the table to his lap. Leon couldn’t take any more. He heaved himself to his feet and stumbled out, with Joey right behind him. Mr. Wolfe allowed him to leave, following his trail with a frosty squint. 

Leon made it to the staircase and rushed ahead in a tizzy. Eren bounced in his belly with every step. He threw open the metal door to the outside world and slurped the cool, smoke-free night air greedily into his lungs. He ran around to the opposite side of the building, bent over on his knees, and promptly barfed into the alleyway. 

He gasped for breath, holding his stomach with agony as strings of bile trailed from his lips. He spied Eren floundering in the rancid muck like a worm and nearly retched again. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m so, so sorry…” 

“EREN!” Joey exclaimed. Without any regard for how dirty she was, he scooped her up out of the puddle and clasped her to his chest. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m…” She started to cry, snuggling desperately into the folds of his suit. “Joey, I was so scared!” 

“Shhhh, shhhh… you’re safe now, Eren. I’m here,” Joey murmured, petting her wet hair. He teared up as well. “I’m so sorry this happened… and if not for Leon…” His breath hitched in his throat. 

Leon wiped off his mouth and dusted off his knees as he stood up. “You were essential too, Joey. Mr. Wolfe was so fixated on you, he didn’t catch my bluff. Usually he’s more perceptive.” He surveyed the alleyway. “We need to get moving, before someone spots us here.” 

Joey nodded with determination and began to walk briskly, clutching Eren protectively. She looked up at him, along the curve of his chin above her. “What about the other humans? They’re still in danger!” 

“Don’t fret, Eren. I’m wearing a wire and a small camera. I have evidence against them,” Joey assured her. “And Leon has been gathering evidence too, with his involvement in the organization. He’ll provide testimony.” 

“I should’ve done this a long time ago,” Leon muttered in a sorrowful tone, laced with regret. “But once they started snatching up humans, I knew I couldn’t stand by any longer…” 

“I’m glad you were there to aid us,” Joey remarked. “You’re doing the right thing.” As he spoke, he cleaned off Eren with his shirt. 

“Yes,” Leon agreed. He sighed and looked up at the few stars he could see through the light pollution. At least there was something. 

“I love you, Joey,” Eren whimpered, kissing his thumb. Leon felt warmth in his heart at the display. The small things mattered, after all—small and precious, like Eren. 

Joey raised her up to his lips and kissed her back. “I love you too.” 

[tinydefector]

Could we get a part two of wild ride where Rodimus makes good on his promise to swallow the human into his tank for hours?

Wild Ride 2

Rodimus x human

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, hand jobs, sex toys, Vore, valveplug

Rodimus masterlist

1

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Rodimus' audials perk up at the sound of little moans echoing from his room. His attention is immediately drawn to the source of the sounds, his curiosity piqued. A smirk crossed his faceplate knowing who it was. Rodimus follows the sound, his steps purposeful and his spark alight with anticipation. He enters the room, his optics scanning the area, searching for the origin of those enticing moans.

As he looks around, his gaze lands on a figure in the corner, their frame trembling with pleasure atop of their soft bed, eyes closed as they slowly grind Against their vibrator. A smile tugs at the corners of Rodimus's lips as he realises that it was his little human. lost in a moment of ecstasy.

Rodimus approaches quietly. "Enjoying yourself, I see?" he purrs, his optics filled with a mixture of amusement and hunger. A small squeal leaves them as they quickly try to cover themself only for Rodimus to quickly grab their smaller body. “Ah ah ah, no hiding," Rodimus says, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and lust. "No need to be shy around me."

Rodimus' grip on the human tightens slightly as they let out a loud whine, their vulnerability evident in their voice. He takes a moment to assess their reaction, His fingers begin to trace and explore their soft body, moving with a delicate touch.

Rodimus smirks, his confidence and teasing nature taking hold as he observes the human's reactions. Their moans reverberate through the room, fueling his own desire and amplifying his playful demeanour. With a deliberate slowness, Rodimus eases the vibrator back into them, relishing in the way their body responds.

"Oh, you want me to go faster, huh?" he taunts, his voice dripping with cockiness. "But where's the fun in that?." He allows their hand to guide his movements, but only to a certain extent. His fingers dance along their body, teasing and caressing, as he continues to manipulate the vibrator, alternating between tantalisingly slow and deliciously intense. He wants to keep them on the edge.

The little noises that leave their lips only fuels his ego, making him even more determined to deliver.

Rodimus' smirk widens into a cocky grin as he observes the human's reaction to his actions, he slowly restrains them with a piece of fabric, ensuring that they are unable to remove the toy. "Hmm, that's it, perfect" Rodimus purrs, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "No escaping now. You're at my mercy, and I intend to make you writhe and moan." He hums to himself, his optics filled with a mixture of delight and dominance, as he cranks up the speed on the vibrator. they jerk and buck into the toy, their moans filling the air.

"Oh, you're so responsive," he taunts, his voice laced with arrogance. As their moans grow louder, their body reacts to the heightened sensations they can't escape from.

They whine loudly, almost sobbing moans from the pleasure. Rodimus's optics widen as the human's whines escalate into almost sobbing moans of pleasure. The reminder of his promise about swallowing them and keeping them in his tank sends a jolt through his circuits. “Don't think I forgot about our last little play sweetspark” he hums.

With a predatory grace, Rodimus moves closer to them, his voice filled with a husky tone laced with desire. "You want me to swallow you, don't you?" he murmurs, his gaze filled with a mix of anticipation and hunger. "To have you inside me, to keep you close."

Rodimus's own arousal grows as he imagines the sensation of having them in his tank, rolling around as they are restrained by the fabric as the vibrator edges them through multiple orgasms. He chuckles as he opens his mouth slowly sliding them in legs first.

They gasp as he puts them in his mouth savouring the taste and texture of their body against his glossa. He takes his time, relishing in the sensation of their squirming form in his mouth, their squeal only fueling his ego. Another squeal leaves them as he slowly swallows them down into his tank for safe keeping. their reaction fueling his own arousal and confidence. With a playful glint in his optics, "Mmm, you taste just as good as last time," he teases, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

His optics are filled with a mix of pleasure and triumph, as they settle into his tank. Rodimus's audials catch the small squeals, moans, and whines that echo from his human within his tanks. Their sounds intertwine with the low buzz of The vibrator. the wiggling and movement inside his tanks, only serve to deepen his own lust.

"Well, well, sounds like someone's needy," Rodimus chuckles, he eased himself into his chair, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. The human inside his tank moans again, their voice filled with pleasure and need as the vibrations intensify. The sensation of the vibrator moving in and out of them has them arching their back and crying out in ecstasy.

A pleased grin stretches across Rodimus' face as he listens to their cries of pleasure,

"Mmm, that's it," Rodimus murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction. Rodimus slowly releases his spike. Listening to the sweet moans and cries of his little human. At that moment he really wished he had clear tanks just so he could watch them. The moans and cries that escape their lips fuel his desire, igniting a longing within him.

He imagines the sight of their writhing form, the arch of their back, and the flush of their skin as they succumb to the waves of pleasure. “mmm might have to get new tanks just to watch you next time we do this sweets” he calls out while leaning back, servo wrapping around his spike, stroking himself leisurely. his other servo dips down to tease his valve.

His own desire surges, his spike throbbing with need. The sounds coming from them has his engine rumbling lowly. He moves with purpose, his servo continuing to tease his valve, digits rubbing against nodes as he bucks into his own servos drawing himself closer to the edge of pleasure. The symphony of their moans and cries, their voice calling out in their language, spurs him on, driving him towards his own climax.

"Mmm, you like being inside my tank, don't you?" Rodimus murmurs, his voice filled with sinful delight. "Feeling the vibrations, the tightness surrounding you... It's all for you, my little human. Primus don't wanna let you go"

“I can feel your every move, every shiver of pleasure. You're trapped in my tank, and I'm going to make you lose control baby" They slowly grind down against the metal trying to push the vibrator deeper, a slur of moans leave them as they work up to their orgasm.

His optics darken with desire as he feels them slowly grind against the metal of his tank, their movements seeking to push the vibrator deeper. He matches their rhythm, his spike and valve working in sync with their movements. Imagining that it's them riding his spike.

Rodimus' frame tenses with pleasure as he spills into his servo and across his chair, the release of his own climax bringing a surge of satisfaction. His spike throbs with aftershocks as he revels in the intensity of the moment. His little human cries out even louder as they buck up into the vibrator. Overstimulated finally taking hold but they couldn't pull it out due to their restraints. So they continue babbling out sobbed moans as they wither and move around in Rodimus' tank.

Rodimus just relaxes back into his chair as he continues to listen to his human wither within his tank. His digits dance over the outside tapping. "Want a treat?" A mischievous grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he calls out to them. He slowly brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking off the lingering traces of transfluid, his glossa swirling sensually over his digits. The sight and taste of his own Fluid has him aching to have them wrapped around his spike.

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[bluenightcomedies]

(anyone can reblog, assume prev said that line to u)

[whoishotteranimepolls]

hello sukuna anon this is the toji anon and if you thought i was down bad for toji then huh. good news i want sukuna even more

"why," you ask.

well see, first of all, he has double everything - two faces, four arms - so who's to say he doesn't have two dicks? double penetration with one (1) guy/curse/whatever. hot damn.

he's pretty big. not one piece huge but still at least over 2 meters, which is taller than most people (and i am smaller than most people so yeah He Big to me). yum.

HE HAS A MOUTH ON HIS ABDOMEN ever dreamed of kissing your lover but they're too busy going down on you? well sukuna can do it. also his abdomen mouth his gigantic, totally can play on the vore scene if that's your thing

anon.... anon the marks on his body...do you know how many people have a tattoo kink?

and what really does it for me apart from all the above + pierced ears + older than i can conceive + the absolutely absurd amount of BDE + the sheer cruelty + the cute hair 😊 + junichi suwabe's voice...... HIS ARMS

sukuna has four arms. four very muscular arms. four big very muscular arms. so. imagine me, arms fetishist, very into hunks (you might have noticed considering my toji defense), seeing this absolute stallion. the guy can restrain each of your limbs. the guy can touch you everywhere at once, with both his mouths and hands, this is heaven okay i need me a man like that

and huh yeah i don't mind the gore kind of eating me once he's done fucking me to death but also consider he hasn't killed uraume so maybe he'll find me useful for something lol he likes eating i can do something with that

so yeah! in this house we fuck both physical and metaphorical monsters and sukuna is both 🥰

For context they are responding to this post about Sukuna

Totally having to reevaluate where JJK falls on the horny scale after this dyb

[11queensupreme11]

Wait, wait hold on, since Percy’s claws and fangs can draw Poseidon’s blood, do they count as divine weapons or are they just like, halfway like that the way riptide is? Or has it just been too long since I’ve watched ror and the gods can hurt each other without weapons but mortals can’t? Also imagine being one of Poseidons servants and having to clean/replace percy’s sheets

so in canon, i think it's just divine weapons that can hurt/kill gods, but in my book, gods in general can kill other gods

in the previous chapter, beelzebub killed mimir by EATING him, and he didn't need a weapon to do it. he just.... vored the guy lol

so yeah, gods can kill other gods with their bare hands, their powers, or through their divine weapon. PERCY can do it because she is HALF god so she could totally kill other gods with her bare hands or by drowning them etc., whereas riptide can only temporarily damage them because it's not a divine weapon, but made of enchanted metal (celestial bronze)

let's say a human was granted a mer form and has claws and fangs and tried to attack a god with them. for them, it's not gonna work at all cuz they're a human unlike percy who's 50% god

and omg i bet you those servants are just WAITING for them to fuck already ashdfbsahfv they're so amazed by their lord's self-restrain but holy shit get it ON already 😭😭😭😭

[merakiui]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RAMBLE ON ABOUT JADE AND HIS MONSTROUS LOVE 🥺🥺🥺 ABOUT HIM EATING YOU WHOLE BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

No part of you will go to waste, he'll cook you thoroughly and cherish every single bite. After all, a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and you're certainly going that way. Then once you're fully digested, you'll become parts of his flesh, the blood that runs through his veins. The both of you will never be apart again <333

(I was also thinking of another route where he'll just shrink you down, chewing and poking at you playfully with his tongue, before swallowing you whole, keeping you safe in his tummy forever. I don't know what's the line that separates cannibalism and vore, aren't they sort of the same?)

Anyway, Yandere Jade who thinks with his stomach expresses his love thru cannibalism(❁´◡`❁)

HE IS SO.......... WWAAAAAAAA OTL my favorite murder eel who can shock my heart anytime he wants. I want to write a lot about the concept of monstrous love and the different types of hunger and how they apply to Jade with his big appetite (for both food and perhaps even love). There's a lot to explore!!!! He's such an enigma!!! I wonder if he's ever considered doing mukbang.... OMG,,,,,, mukbang on the dark web, but it's just Jade eating a spread of various human parts he's prepared. Scary... ;;;;; or maybe you're right there with him and he's making you join him even though you don't want to. :( terrible eel!!!!

While I don't write for vore and so this may be incorrect, my understanding is that cannibalism and vore are both different in their own respects. The similarity is that there's a focus on consumption, but the difference is that there's more brutality in cannibalism, as well as a focus on the build-up to inevitable feasting. Likely torture aspects, how the person is killed and later prepared, and so on. More gore and perhaps even violence; it's messy. The end result, in most cases, is death if [insert character here] has killed you and is cooking and eating you in parts. With vore, I think there's more emphasis on the relationship or dynamic between predator and prey and how there's not usually gore involved (although I'm sure there could be), merely just the act of being swallowed alive and whole and then being kept in the predator's stomach, whether to be digested or not.

HOWEVER!!!!! The idea of being shrunken down to a small size...... macro/micro with Jade........ being a smol fairy who the twins capture and put in a jar and......... :) Jade holding you up by your wings, pinching them in two fingers, and dangling you over a bubbling cauldron or the batter for a cake he's baking and acting as if he might drop you in............. he's the worst. >:( but Floyd with a little fairy darling is cute because I think he'd put you in a dollhouse and watch you sleep because you're so cute and he has to restrain himself from just,,,, crushing you in his fist because the cuteness aggression has him in a chokehold. >_<

Aaaaaa I love the idea of yan!Jade always thinking with his stomach even when it comes to love. He's hungry for your heart in more ways than one. To use my blog's catchphrase, he's after your heart. <3 hehehe!!!

But on the subject of cannibalism, there's a Vocaloid song called The Last Supper in which Len is sick with a seemingly incurable disease and no food can seem to sate him; so Kaito and Gakupo feed him all kinds of foods in hopes of finding one that pleases his bottomless appetite, but eventually they run out of ingredients and so they offer themselves to Len. This concept but with a royal!darling and butler!tweels........... but then maybe they just feed you Azul instead. T_T he has eight tentacles; maybe he can spare one to help you overcome your insatiable hunger, but then maybe that ends with you getting attached to the taste of Zuzu. Maybe he was a prisoner in the palace dungeons......... hmhmhmmmm many thoughts. >:D

orz aaaaaaa forgive me for rambling about lots of things at once!!!!!!

[excaliburwielded]

YOU HELD YOUR HEAD LIKE A HERO, ON A HISTORY BOOK PAGE. IT WAS THE END OF A DECADE, BUT THE START OF AN AGE.

gavin stenhouse, bisexual, cis man + he/him → isn’t that arthur pendragon? i hear that they're king arthur from the sword in the stone. i hear they’re 38. they seem to be chivalrous & protective, but also reckless & destructive. their aesthetics include showing off his fighting skills, golden hair in the wind, glowing eyes and a glowing sword.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ ARTHUR CLUDWR CLEDDYF PENDRAGON ] NICKNAME: [ THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING, KING ARTHUR, SWORD BEARER, ART ] AGE: [ 38 ] GENDER: [ MALE ] PRONOUNS: [ HE/HIM ] FAIRYTALE: [ KING ARTHUR, THE SWORD IN THE STONE ] ETHNICITY: [ BRITISH, WELSH, CELTIC ] RELIGION: [ PAGANISM ] LANGUAGE, IN ORDER OF PROFICIENCY: [ WELSH, ENGLISH, IRISH, SCOTTISH GAELIC ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ BIROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ BISEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ DOM-SWITCH ] SEXUAL POSITION: [ TOP-VERSE ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBD. ] PARENTS: [ UTHER PENDRAGON. IGRAINE PENDRAGON. ] SIBLINGS: [ MORGAN, HALF-SIBLING, UNBEKNOWNST TO ARTHUR. ] FRIENDS: [ MERLIN. MORGAN. LANCELOT. ]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ GAVIN STENHOUSE ] EYE COLOUR: [ BLUE ] HAIR COLOUR: [ BLONDE ] HEIGHT: [ 1.92 METRES ] BODY BUILD: [ ATHLETIC, BUFF, MUSCULAR ] FACIAL HAIR: [ BEARD CENTRED AROUND THE MOUTH, EXTENDING TO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ tba. ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ VARIOUS SCARS OVER HIS BODY FROM TRAINING AND BATTLES ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ TBA. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ tba. ]

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ SMART. KNOWLEDGEABLE. ] LIKES: [ SWORDS. GALAVANTING AROUND. ] DISLIKES: [ DARK MAGIC. ] ALIGNMENT: [ CHAOTIC GOOD ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ DETERMINED, CHIVALROUS, PROTECTIVE, FIRM LEADERSHIP, JUST ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ RECKLESS, DESTRUCTIVE, COCKY, ROGUISH ]

COMBAT INFORMATION

WEAPONS: [ EXCALIBUR. WOODEN STAFF. EXCELLENT HAND TO HAND COMBATANT. ] POWERS: [ LATENT MAGIC. SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH AND SPEED WHEN WIELDING EXCALIBUR. MINOR MAGIC CHANNELLED THROUGH EXCALIBUR. ]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ SHOWING OFF HIS FIGHTING SKILLS. GOLDEN HAIR IN THE WIND. GLOWING EYES AND A GLOWING SWORD. FAST HANDS. RIDING OFF INTO THE SUNSET. KEEPING THE DOOR OPEN. CROWN ADORNED WITH JEWELS, OCCASSIONALLY FORGOTTEN. POLISHING HIS SWORD. PRISTINE ROBES WORTHY OF HIS STATUS. RUGGED LOOKS WHEN NOT IN COURT. SWEATING WITHOUT HIS SHIRT ON. ] INSPO: [ KING ARTHUR, KING ARTHUR: LEGEND OF THE SWORD. ] LYRICAL INSPO: [ I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE FIGHTING DRAGONS WITH YOU. // CAUSE BABY, I COULD BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THREW AT ME. AND EVERY DAY IS LIKE A BATTLE, BUT EVERY NIGHT WITH US IS LIKE A DREAM. ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ BREEDING. COLLARS. LEASHES. VERBAL FEMINISATION. WORSHIP. OBJECTIFICATION. COCK WARMING. RESTRAINS/BONDAGE. PUBLIC. SOMNOPHILIA. GAPING. OBJECT PLAY. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

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when his father, uther was poisoned and the throne had been seized by the leaders of the coup. merlin took arthur away to be raised in secret by the knight and lord sir ector, with the boy being unaware of his true heritage. merlin would later befriend arthur as the boy became of age and grew into a man. a man that had mastered the art of various combat techniques and styles, becoming extremely proficient with a sword, and hand to hand combatant — as was fitting of someone of royal birth.

with the help of merlin, events unfolded which led to arthur, now in his 30s, learning about the truth of himself and his royal blood. arthur's greatest feat and catalyst of learning about his heritage turned out to be the pulling of the legendary sword, excalibur, from the stone. the blonde struggled with the revelation for a time but eventually came around to it and accepted both his royal heritage and his destiny. with his chivalrous leadership and kinship with people, arthur amassed a large following to his cause and name. and with excalibur's might and power, and loyal knights and followers behind him, the rightful king stormed camelot to liberate its people from tyrannical rule and oppression. arthur then claimed his crown and throne, born for the role he assimilated well and ruled justly and righteously. even so, arthur still constantly yearned for adventures and often dresses down in something more comfortable and taking his horse out for a ride to places unknown.

eventually with the prophecy of ruin upon their kingdom, merlin brought all of them to a new realm, now named avalon, where the king has to begin his kingdom anew.

[whollydevoured]

Writing prompt: A gang waits to ambush some guy in his own home. However, they didn't realize their prey was a monster. There's a bit of a fight, but it is brutally one-sided. Some are eaten, some are chained up for later as their 'prey' continues to go about his existence after the bloody meal. (Doesn't have to be this specific. Do with the Vibes (tm) what you will! Fun is the most important. o/ -Cravyn)

Ohhhhh, I love a good plot twist. We are gonna name our prey guy Tom for the sake of making writing easier. PLEASE HEED THE CONTENT WARNINGS ------------------------------------------ Arriving home from a long day of work, Tom would notice that the door to his apartment was cracked open; That's odd... He could have sworn that he closed and locked the door as he left that day. Maybe the maintenance team finally came to fix his sink? Quite rude of them to leave the door open though. But oh well. Entering his apartment, he would notice all of the lights were out, the dim evening glow through his windows just bright enough to show that the place was in a state of near disaster; His chair and tables knocked over and paperwork scattered everywhere. Had he been robbed? No... His valuables were still there. Was there still someone in his house? Just as Tom was reaching for the lights, a pair of hands grasped him from behind, one arm wrapped around his torso and the other clasped over his mouth. "We've been waiting for you." A tall, broad figure enters the room to lean down, crowding into the supposed prey's personal space, hot breath ghosting over his face. --More Below Cut-- ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️CWs: HARD VORE, Violence, blood, dismemberment, extreme cruelty, similar size/slight size difference vore, m/m, digestion, entrapment.

Tom tries to struggle against the hands restraining him, but fails as their grip tightens with each of his movements, like a snake trying to suffocate it's meal. "Trying to escape again? That's rude. After the mess you left for us the other night, we couldn't just let you go, you know that." The man holding him stated, his tone obviously embarrassed. After that remark, Tom would realize who these people were. They had attempted to mug him a few nights ago, but there were five of them when that happened. Now there were only two of them here for him now. Had he really messed the other three up that badly? Regardless of that, it was quite ballsy of the remaining two to stalk him and wait for him in his own home. "Let's get on with it so we can get out of here, I'm starving." The man standing in front of him addressed the one holding him The hand clasped over Tom's mouth released him, and he could feel the man holding him digging around in his pockets. He watched his wallet, keys, and phone fall to the floor. Were they really robbing him in his own home? These weren't the smartest thieves he'd ever met. But at least he was going to get a good meal out of this. Tom took the opportunity of momentary release to shove the man holding him away, and then run to his front door to slam it shut before the thieves could escape. Before the two intruders were able to react, they watched in silent horror as Tom grew from his usual slim, five foot stature to somewhere over eight feet tall. His fingers had turned into long, sharp talons, and he had grown two more sets of razor sharp teeth in his mouth, similar to that of a shark. One of his taloned hands reached out to grasp the man closest to him firmly around the neck, tips digging into his soft flesh to cause thin rivulets of blood to trickle down his shoulders. His other hand grasped at one of the mans arms, lifting him into the air while guiding the limb closer and closer to Tom's waiting maw. A long, monstrous tongue protruded from his mouth to taste at, and wrap around the intruders hand, slowly guiding it into his mouth while he writhed and struggled against Tom. "No! No- Wait! Please! We're sorry! We will leave you alone! You'll never see us again!" The man shouted while he tried to kick and wriggle his way out of the monsters grasp. Tom paused momentarily to respond to the man's pleas, keeping a careful eye on the other man who was still frozen in shock and fear. "Oh, I know I'll never see you again. You don't have to worry about that." At that, three rows of razor sharp teeth dug their way into the supple flesh of the mans forearm. Sounds of agonized screams and wails filled the room, along with tearing flesh and crunching bone and cartilage. Blood coated Toms tongue and streamed down his chin to cover his chest in a deep, glistening red film. A loud gulp followed the wet sounds of Tom rolling the appendage over in his mouth, tasting and feeling with his tongue as he covered it in a thick layer of saliva. The two intruders watched the bulge of one of their forearms and hand travel down the monsters throat, and then disappear momentarily behind Tom's sternum to fill his stomach. "I was going to devour you bit by bit... But you're far too delicious for me to hold back on. And it will be much more fun to feel you squirm and writhe within me while I digest you." The man in Tom's grasp squirmed and writhed in fear and horror as he was lifted up to his maw head first, and then slowly pushed inside. He felt the massive, warm, wet tongue replace Tom's hand around his neck, and lave over his face as it assisted in carefully pulling him past the three rows of sharp teeth and into the dark abyss of Tom's throat.

Luckily, the man was small enough in comparison to Tom's eight foot stature to go down without too much of a struggle. Wet sounds of licking and gulping filled the dark room as the man struggled in Tom's gullet. As the man was finally pushed in past his waist, his squirming form now filling the entirety of Tom's throat, he elicited a satisfied groan as most of the struggling and fighting was now prevented by the tight squeeze of his esophagus around the mans body. Following a few more loud gulps, and a moment to catch his breath, Tom's gaze fell to his stomach, which was now nicely rounded out with the struggling form of one of the intruders. "I wonder how long you'll take to digest..." One of his taloned hands lifted to press into his stomach, eliciting a pained groan from the man inside as digestive juices pressed into his skin. "What shall I do with you? I can't just let you go after that... And I'm much too full to eat anyone else at the moment... I suppose I'll have to save you for later... Yes?" Tom spoke as he patted his writhing gut, addressing the man who would likely be dinner tomorrow night.

Despite the fullness of his stomach, the monster was still able to get a good grasp on the second man. "I know what I'll do... Since I don't have anywhere to put you, I'll just make sure you can't leave..." "No! NO! You can't do this to me! If you let me go I promise to not tell anyone!! You'll never see or hear of me again! I swear!" His maw unhinged, teeth still specked with flesh and blood from the first man's arm. A few short seconds later, the room once again filled with the sounds of pained screams, tearing of flesh, and crunching of bones. The man stared in shock and horror as he was now left with one leg, rendering him unable to escape his fate as tomorrow nights dinner.

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

I like the both the prompts “Hey, can I- Can I eat you? I, uh, you’d just- feel really good in there, I think, and um… Jeez, I’m sorry, you just look so tasty…” and “Your stomach can wait its dang turn.” !

(Finally able to make something for this request from a while ago! I feel so rusty at writing rn, Jesus. Glossed over the early on bickering because I didn’t feel like writing a lot of dialogue and just wanted to get into it. Honestly, trying to write the argument was delaying me for a few days before I scrapped it ;-;

But, here it is! I hope it’s up to snuff despite taking a couple weeks and being shorter than most with another rushed end. I hope to have the beach episode done by the end of Saturday, but we’ll see. :P) TW/CW: Soft, safe, NONSEXUAL, m/nb g/t oral vore; kind of foodplay?? (It’s crepe filling, so not exactly food) Count: 2426 “Hey, can I- Can I eat you? I, uh, you’d just- feel really good in there, I think, and um… Jeez, I’m sorry, you just look so tasty…” I paused what I was doing, tapping the whisk I was using against the side of the bowl so that it wouldn’t drip as I turned around to face the ginger demon that was practically drooling on my shoulder. “Beel. Honey,” I said in the tone of mild sweetness over barely restrained irritation as I looked up into his eyes. Which were a bit too glazed over and focused on me for my liking. Simultaneously reaching across the pact to magically give him a tug and lifting my empty hand up to snap and catch his attention both ways, his eyes blinked into focus and I took the opportunity to say, “I’m busy making dinner and dessert right now, and not only will the others not appreciate you eating me in the middle of doing so, I’m also hungry and tired and REALLY want my fucking strawberry crepes. So, your stomach can wait it's damn turn until after dinner, capeesh?” “But, Kaaaat,” Beel’s eyes widened as he begged, reminiscent of a dog begging for a treat.

But, I was too used to this and gave him an unimpressed look, gesturing to the kitchen with the whisk and commanding, “Go sit down and WAIT, Beel.” He whined but reluctantly walked out of the kitchen with the help of some nudging from the pact. I sighed to settle my irritation at being interrupted and turned around to continue cooking dinner. ………………. Dinner was, thankfully, uneventful in the way of arguments between the brothers. Not because they didn’t have anything to argue about, but more because I feel like they could sense my rising irritation anytime voices started raising, mentally tightening the hold on the pacts with the brothers in preparation. Today was just not a day that I had the patience for much bickering. Of course, bickering was inevitable when I got up to put my dishes in the sink and Beel kindly tried to remind me about my ‘promise’. And by remind, I mean a whine that made me sigh with the knowledge of the inevitable onslaught of argument from the other brothers about eating me.

“That’s not fair! I haven’t been able to eat Kat in over a week,” Levi complained, like the Avatar of Envy he was. I groaned and rubbed my temple with my free hand, breathing in and counting like Barbatos and Simeon had suggested. Apparently I could rival Satan on my bad days with my moods. I decided to leave the brothers to fight, knowing that any damages would be something for THEM to deal with, not me. As I walked to the sink and placed my dishes in, I tried to avoid a loud clatter. Humming in mild smugness at the ‘Whoever cooks doesn’t clean’ policy, I walked up to the fridge and took out the small tupperware of crepe cream and strawberries I’d set aside for myself. There were more extras, but this one was for me before Beel could get to the leftovers. Popping over the two little tupperware containers, I got a clean fork and stabbed a strawberry, dipping it in the creme and eating it. “Kat?” I made a noise of curious acknowledgement, looking towards the kitchen entrance with fork still in my mouth, seeing Beel walk in. Knowing exactly what he wanted, I made a disgruntled noise at probably not being able to finish my strawberries and pulled the fork out, saying, “Hey, Beel.” “Can I eat you now,” he asked, placing his own dishes in the sink. Like usual, there were several plates and utensils. “Can I finish my strawberries,” I replied, frowning a bit at his tower of dinnerware. “And you just ate. You know I don’t like being in any of you when there’s food.” The demon let out a whine and placed a hand over his stomach. He looked so dejected that I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for his ever-present hunger. Everyone did say that I gave into the brothers' whims a bit too easily a lot. “Okaaay. Mira.” With a grumpy growl, I cleared my throat from the sticky sweetness of my treat and leaned on the counter. Once Beel gave me his attention, I added, “We can watch a movie or something so that I can finish my strawberries and your stomach can empty, and you can eat me for tonight.” “Really?” Beel’s eyes lit up as he looked at me, able to see drool at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, really. But no going for a run in the morning with me inside,” I grimaced at the thought, very much not wanting to be woken up by being violently jostled. “When you wake up, let me out so I can shower and pass back out.” “Of course,” the demon nodded seriously, taking the instruction seriously since I can, and have, used the pact to make him stop his morning runs while eaten. “Alright then, let’s go.” I closed and grabbed my two tupperware containers and followed Beel to his room. There was still a bit of arguing from the dining room, but I’m pretty sure it’d been long enough that the topic had changed from who should probably get to eat me next. Just the usual brotherly bickering of raised voices and name calling probably. Belphie wasn’t in the room when Beel and I entered, either still in the argument with his brothers or gone to catnap somewhere, so I didn’t hesitate to flop down on the purple comforter while Beel started up the TV. “Do you have any movie in mind?” He asked, catching my attention. I shook my head, sitting up and carefully setting my small tupperware aside to look at the ginger demon. Humming a bit, I said, “You can pick whatever you want. Wasn’t there some movie that came out that you wanted to watch?”

“Oh yeah. That new horror movie that came out. Are you sure though? I thought you didn’t like horror movies.”

“I mean, not really, but I’m probably not even watching the whole thing,” I replied, feeling like we’d probably get into about thirty minutes max before he ate me. “I’m just here to chill and eat my strawberries before you eat me.”

“Fair,” Beel’s eyes glossed over a bit at the thought and he shook himself from his fantasizing to look at the movies on the shelf. After a couple seconds of searching, he pulled out the movie he wanted and put it in, patting his bed once he sat down.

I moved over from Belphie’s bed to his to sit in front of him while we started watching the movie. Sitting cross legged in front of him, I carefully ate my strawberries and creme while he rested his head on top of mine, arms loosely wrapped around my middle.

The movie was something about people in mirrors being able to kill their real life counterparts, at least from the looks of the first few minutes. Then it moved onto some family who would probably inevitably have to face their mirror selves and likely not die because they were the main characters, and no movie I’d seen had the balls to kill off children on screen. That one side chick was totally going to die somehow though, I could feel it.

I didn’t get to see it though because once my strawberries were all gone and we’d watched maybe twenty minutes of the movie, Beel’s stomach loudly growled behind me, causing me to jolt. I’d honestly gotten too absorbed in the movie to remember why we were watching it in the first place.

“Can I eat you now, Kat?” Beel whined, arms tightening around my abdomen as he sort of hugged me to himself like a living teddy bear to try and ignore the hunger pangs.

“Tch, yeah, you can eat me,” I snorted in amusement, reaching up to pat him. I was still a bit annoyed, but felt a lot better than when he’d interrupted me while cooking. Besides, I couldn’t help but feel a bit endeared as I felt him lean into my hand.

“Can I use the crepe stuff?”

“Ehhh,” I glanced at the currently closed tupperware, not really feeling like being drizzled in the stuff. But, I was going to end up soaked by saliva and eaten anyways, so I supposed it didn’t really matter. “Fine. Just try not to make a mess everywhere.”

“Thanks, Kat,” the demon purred, something that rumbled in his chest and I could feel it against my back as he hugged me closer briefly. Without any hesitation, he began to recite the protection and shrinking spells, causing me to shudder at the feeling of magic coursing through me.

A familiar sense of vertigo washed over me and I tried to shake it off on instinct as I was quickly shrunk down to half a foot tall on the bed, finding myself carefully scooped up by Beel.

“You doing alright?” he asked on routine, though he was already licking his lips in anticipation. Still, he was restrained enough to allow me a response.

“Yeah, I’m good. You’re set to go ahead.” I nodded up at him, still finding myself easily overwhelmed by the brothers size when I shrunk. I wasn’t scared like I used to be, but there was still something daunting going from normal size to almost handheld in mere moments, and I could never quite get used to it.

Being given permission to continue, Beel looked as excited as a Golden Retriever that found a treat, replying, “Let me know if I hurt you or anything.”

“Will do.”

Beel excitedly glanced down at the two tupperware containers and obviously thought about how to utilize the crepe cream without spilling it all over his sheets. He decided to place me down while popping both plasticware open and then scooped me up to deposit me in the container that had had the strawberries.

“Ugh, I’m already looking forward to a shower,” I grumbled at feeling the residual strawberry juice soak into my shoes and socks with the knowledge that I was only about to get stickier.

“Sorry, Kat.” Beel apologized as he picked up the crepe filling container, pausing as he glanced at it, warring with his guilt and innate desire to use it.

“It’s fine,” I waved off his apology, adding, “I already said it was okay, and I’d be showering afterwards anyways.”

He hesitated only a second before nodding and starting to tip the other container above me.

I braced myself as much as I could for it, tensing and unable to keep my mind from going to the comparison of one of those slime dump videos from the Human Realm. But, I still wasn’t prepared for the chilled sensation as it was drizzled on top of me, making me yelp in surprise. After a few seconds, the entire container had been dumped on me and I was left raising my arms with a grimace, covered in crepe filling that dripped off my arms and body.

“You ready, Kat,” Beel asked, carefully plucking me out of the tupperware, three fingers to my back and thumb against my chest.

“Ready as usual. And the more we wait, the stickier I’ll be,” I stuck my tongue out in distaste, feeling like I could already feel the sugary liquid drying on my skin and clothes. But, maybe that was just my immense dislike for anything sticky against me.

“I’ll be quick.” Beel purred, licking his lips again before raising me up to his mouth.

I made a small noise as he licked my front from chest up, his tongue taking a good chunk of the crepe filling with it and replacing it with warm saliva that contrasted the still kind of chilled cream.

“Mmm, you taste really good,” the demon said. Despite him saying similar stuff everytime, my face still heated a bit with embarrassment, still unsure how to feel about the ‘compliments’.

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled, trying to ignore the redness at the tips of my ears.

Thankfully, Beel never really cared about whether or not I got flustered, so he didn’t tease as he opened his jaws and shoved my upper body into his mouth.

Carefully clamping his teeth around my middle, everything around me rumbled from his purring. He didn’t waste any time as he immediately started tasting me, sucking and licking the crepe filling off of me. The eager tasting probably only lasted seconds, but I was still left gasping for air when he paused to swallow the excess saliva that had pooled in his mouth, using my arms to press away from his tongue and try to allow me more breathing room.

Gluttonous as he was, the reprieve was brief and I found his teeth splitting apart slightly to shove more of me inside.

“Beel!” I couldn’t help but exclaim a bit as I was quickly forced further into his jaws, my arms slipping over the precipice at the back of his tongue. A loud swallow made my ears pop, drawing me into his throat. Several greedy swallows followed, each as noisy as the last.

It was obviously pretty constrictive in his throat, but it definitely had more give than his brothers, something I was thankful for with his habit of eating me at larger sizes than the others. I could feel him place a hand against me from the outside of his throat as I was worked down past his collarbone, where he sighed in satisfaction and purred even louder, rattling me to my bones.

I could feel him hunch a bit forward as I slipped past his heart and lungs into his stomach, knowing that he was doing his best to feel me even more.

“Are you okay, Kat?” Beel asked, voice laced with satisfied bliss at having his hunger sated.

“Yup, fine,” I called back up, pushing myself to a sitting position. I shook off the small daze that naturally came with being eaten, let alone eaten upside-down. Huffing a bit from the trip down, I stretched and asked, “You feeling better.”

“Always, with you inside,” the demon purred.

“Well, I’m glad to help your hunger pangs, but don’t forget to let me out in the morning before your run,” I yawned, already not looking forward to being woken so early.

“I won’t.”

[mychlapci]

Yk fine ill join in on the prowl madness. He should get vored into tarantulas’s spider pussy

oh lord... YES. Tarantulas restraining Prowl, keeping him tightly wound in spider webs, and frantically shoving him into his wet, stretched valve. Prowl can’t struggle, can barely speak as he’s swallowed up by Tarantulas’ straining valve... He gets little satisfaction knowing his chevron is tearing up the mesh, not when he knows Tarantulas is probably enjoying it.

It’s so tight and warm and dark in there, Prowl can barely vent, and what’s worse is that Prowl’s panels are warming up as well... Each time the calipers clench around him, plating creaking, Prowl’s array gets wetter.

[voraciousvore]

The Tiny (Chapter 3)

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Content Warning: Mouthplay, vore themes, Chester being a creep, extreme cringe. I always disliked the chapter this was based on, but since I'm following the format/ events of the original story, I had to include this part. It's bad and too long, maybe just don't read it

Word Count: 4.9k

------ Chapter 3: Temptation ------

I wake up with a big yawn. With my eyes closed, barely aware of what I am doing, I cover my mouth out of habit. My yawn is choked by something entering my mouth. I clamp my jaws shut out of reflex.  

Not something. Someone. She’s alive and moving, writhing with desperation. Puny limbs grapple with my tongue and claw at the roof of my mouth, exciting the predator within me. I brush aside the last cobwebs of sleep as my memories of the prior night snap me out of my daze. All at once, a delectable, voluptuous flavor permeates my tongue, one unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. I repress a moan as my maw is deluged with drool.  

She’s naturally sweet, yet has a savory undertone that rounds out her flavor perfectly. The taste is undefinable, rich and hearty and delightful, like a slab of chocolate fudge cake. I squish my tongue against her, feeling every inch of her tiny, curvy form. Oh lord. I barely restrain myself from swallowing her right then and there, sucking down my saliva instead. 

I need to stop myself. My stomach roars like a beast. I can’t allow my urges to dominate me, to make the decision for me before my rational mind can sift through the implications. Straining with every muscle in my body to resist the animal need to swallow, I force my jaws open and drag the human out, plopping her into my palm. 

Her legs bend like rubber beneath her and she clumsily sits in my head with a thousand-yard stare, trembling uncontrollably. I can hardly blame her, considering she almost died. My face puckers up with shame as I gaze upon the vulnerable human, drenched in my disgusting spit. Why was she in such a dangerous spot to begin with, right next to my mouth? She must’ve crawled up my pillow to gaze at my face out of curiosity, the foolish girl. I feel as if I should offer some words of comfort, but I’m not entirely sure what to say in such a situation. I should probably check to make sure she’s not hurt. Hopefully, I didn’t crunch her with my molars while in the throes of ecstasy. 

“Um… sorry about that. Are you alright, little one?” She flinches, failing to answer me. The poor dear is terrified, no wonder. She’s on the verge of tears. The silence stretches out to an unbearable degree. I’ve never been proficient in uncomfortable social situations. I can’t expect her to break the ice, either. 

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you did taste amazing,” I remark, with an ill-timed attempt at humor. 

This statement does not have the intended effect. The human recoils in alarm, throwing up her hands in self-defense as she retreats into the curve of my fingers, as far away from my face as she can get. “P-p-please don’t eat me!” 

My heart breaks as I chide myself internally over my stupidity. “I didn’t mean it like that! Really, I’m sorry.” I lower my voice to a softer tone as I bring her in closer to my eyes, the windows to my soul. I give her a tender, sincere look that I hope will reassure her. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” I pray to whatever deity that may be listening that I can keep that promise, but I can sense my self-control slipping even as the words leave my lips. My tongue won’t forget her superlative flavor anytime soon. 

Luckily, she seems to accept my words at face value. The reasoning makes sense: I didn’t swallow her when she was inside my mouth, and the whole thing was an accident to begin with, so perhaps she presumes she is safe. She puts on a brave face, hugging herself tightly to quell her shaking. I’m impressed by her courage, and I encourage her with a genuine smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

I stand up, perhaps too quickly, since she stumbles in my hand. I’m not accustomed to handling humans in a benevolent manner, so this is all new to me. There’s no danger of dropping her, however, as my hand is positively massive compared to her, probably as expansive as an entire room by her standards. I observe as her head swivels with amazement to drink in her unfamiliar surroundings. I can’t help but marvel at holding a sentient person so small. Despite my machinations to the contrary, my heart fills with tenderness. 

I carry her into my bathroom, thanking my lucky stars that I had recently cleaned it. Even so, I doubt she would be too keen on bathing in a somewhat grimy sink. The bathtub would be impossibly large for her, an ocean. I place her on the countertop as an idea enters my brain. 

“Stay here for a moment, I’ll be right back,” I say to her. As if she could go anywhere. I hasten over to the kitchen and grab a bowl from the cupboard. I return and fill it up with warm water from the sink. I add little splotches of soap and shampoo on the edge for her to use. She watches me warily, shirking slightly anytime my hands get too close. I examine my work, before realizing she’s too short to reach the edge on her own. I grab some assorted toiletries and stack them up to create makeshift stairs for her. 

“Will that work?” I ask her, making a concerted effort not to fidget with my hands too much, since every stray movement unsettles the poor girl. She gives a small nod, then looks up at me with anxiety in her eyes like she’s expecting me to do something. I blink, my mind blank. Oh, she needs to undress! My face flames. 

“Uh… hold on a second…” Thinking fast, I grab a washcloth. “Here. You can cover yourself with this. Give me your clothes and I’ll wash them for you.” She obeys, throwing her soggy clothes into a pile. Her tiny head peeks out from under the washcloth as I take them. 

“I’ll be back in half an hour or so,” I assure her. Or perhaps warn her? I back out of the room and delicately close the door behind me. I let out a huge breath and hurry away to the kitchen, my heart pumping like a piston. 

I plant my palms on the counter and hang my head over the sink, allowing my revolting mouthful of slobber to drain in long strands into the basin. I’m disgusted with myself, with my heavy panting, my dirty thoughts. I can barely contain myself, especially as I catch her intoxicating scent on her clothes. My stomach grumbles noisily in an immediate Pavlovian response. 

I bring the clothes up to my lips, inhaling deeply through my nose. The fragrance is divine, even when hidden under layers of smelly spit. My tongue crawls out of my mouth and explores. Her taste lingers, albeit muted. I push the clothes into my mouth, relishing every microscopic iota of flavor I can extract from the cloth. 

It’s fabric, not human flesh, so any pleasure I can derive from it is fleeting. An ugly thought burrows into my brain like a slimy worm. She’s unclothed and helpless right now, in the bathroom. Why should I settle for sucking on her garments when I can experience the real thing? Saliva floods my maw as I fantasize. What I wouldn’t do, to have her in my belly. It would be so easy. Just walk in, pluck her out of the water all nice and clean, and devour. 

With a sigh, I spit the clothes back into my palm. I’m almost resigned, on the precipice of falling into the pitfall of hedonistic indulgence. Yet, a wave of disgust hits me as I scrutinize the clothes. They’re all rumpled and damp with my bodily fluids. And they’re so terribly small. Her shoes and socks are smaller than the nail on my pinky finger. Her little shirt and shorts would burst at the seams if stretched over my fingertip. And there’s even a diminutive bra, to cover mosquito bite breasts, and a feminine pink pair of panties… 

Guilt stabs into me, digging under my ribs. She’s not just some animal. She’s a woman, a person, a sentient being, with her own thoughts and dreams. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I ate her. I’m not remorseless like the rest of my family. I’m stupid and soft and I hate it sometimes. I let out a frustrated exhale and run the sink to wash the clothes. 

Thankfully, the collection dries quickly since it’s so tiny, so my humiliating lapse in self-control doesn’t waste too much time. I collect the garments into my hand and return to the bathroom. I listen from the other side of the door, briefly, but I don’t hear any water splashing. I tap the surface with my knuckle, gently. “Can I come in?” 

She squeaks an indistinguishable response. I open the door, keeping my moments slow and gradual. When there’s no exclamation of protest, I stroll in and approach the counter, where she’s curled up under the washcloth. Her eyes are so wide that I fancy they’ll bug out of her head. I don’t speak, since I know my voice will unnerve her. I simply deposit her articles on the counter and turn around to give her privacy while she changes. 

“I’m done,” she whispers with a subdued cough. My heart flutters at the sound of that timid voice, unsteady yet so sweet. I face her and test the waters by offering my palm to her. She quivers like a leaf, and I can tell she won’t be able to step into my hand on her own. I bring my other hand behind her and encourage her forward, guiding her into my palm. She crouches down in the center, still on edge, her eyes never leaving mine. 

I gingerly raise my hand up to my face. I drink in all the details with delight. She’s so cute. Her figure fills out her clothes nicely, with healthy curves that awaken my primordial appetites. My mouth waters anew and my stomach feels hollow, like it urgently needs to be filled. My heart starts to pound with a flurry of emotions. I need to get my urges under control, before I do something I’ll regret. I need to eat. 

“Are you hungry?” I ask, trying to sound casual. She nods, too nervous to speak. I cradle her in my hand as I carry her to the kitchen. My heart is thumping harder, my digestive organs coming alive inside me. The hunger is so intense, I almost want to cry. I don’t want to be an unaccommodating host, but I’m getting desperate to consume anything. I abandon her on the dining room table and rush to whip up a big breakfast, heavy on the protein. 

I pile up my plate with bacon, eggs, and toast. I would’ve added sausage and ham too, but I’m getting impatient. I force myself to remain calm as I set my plate on the table and sit in my chair. I must act like nothing is wrong, lest the woman sense the very real danger she is in. 

“Sorry, I don’t have any dishes or cutlery in your size, so you’ll just have to eat off my plate,” I inform her. I pray I can control myself as I hold off the rising tsunami of my insatiable gluttony to separate a portion for my miniature guest. If I don’t do this now, she won’t get a chance to eat at all, because I’ll vacuum up the whole meal myself. Worse, she might attempt to snag a bite while I’m dining, and end up a bite herself. 

Finally, for the love of God, I can eat. I dig into my vittles with ravenous enthusiasm, wolfing down the eggs and bacon like a starving beast. I know, rationally, that I should slow down to keep the human safe, but I’m so famished I can’t stop. I barely chew as I shovel great big bites into my gross oral cavity and gulp them down like my life depends on it. I throw caution to the wind, but by some miracle the woman doesn’t end up on my fork. I suppose she has the common sense to keep her distance as she nibbles on her portion, in stark contrast to my binging. 

As I chomp my way to the bottom of my plate, a harsh reality sets in that I can’t ignore. The food is fine and good, but it pales in comparison to the gourmet living cuisine sitting at the edge of my dish. A human may be little more than a crumb in my capacious belly, but I know that she would fill me up more than a mountain of eggs and bacon. Humans are special prey to us giants, and the gustatory pleasures of this woman in particular... 

I reach the last forkful of my breakfast. It disappears down my throat all too quickly. I’m not sated. I can only stare down at my empty plate with disappointment. Well... not completely empty. I fail to repress my rapacious bestial nature as my eyes flash over to the human. She turns white as a sheet, and I realize I’ve made a mistake. I soften my expression with an apologetic smile. 

I need to put her mind at ease, perhaps with conversation to distract her from the culinary massacre she just witnessed. “Can I ask you a question?” 

I almost ask her name, a natural icebreaker to get to know a new person, but the question dies on my lips. Is that such a great idea, to know the name of my future snack? Do I want to be haunted with her name after I mercilessly consume her? Do I wish to be corroded with that guilt, if I lose the battle against my powerful cravings? 

Food doesn’t need a name. 

Instead, I fumble to pick a query that I already know the answer to. “Where did you come from?” 

“I-I’m not sure,” she stammers, fidgeting with her shirt. “I was driving my car, and-and it got struck by lightning... and somehow I ended up here.”  

I scratch my chin in a performative display of contemplation, pretending as if such an occurrence is unheard of. “It must have been the lightning.” 

“The lightning?” 

“Yes. I was looking out the window last night and saw a brilliant blue bolt of lightning unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. I went out to investigate and... found you.” Warmth swells in my chest at the memory. I feel strangely possessive of her, despite scarcely knowing her. A tempting fantasy anchors in my heart, of keeping her for myself to quell my aching loneliness. I want her in contradictory ways, in her entirety, flesh and body and soul.  

“T-that makes sense I guess.” Every word seems to be a struggle for her to enunciate through her fearful uncertainty. I find her subtle mannerisms, as she wrings her hands and wiggles her eyebrows, quite adorable. 

Should I warn her of the truth? It hardly seems fair to keep her in the dark about the hazards of the giant world she has the misfortune to inhabit as her new home. “It’s not very often that we see humans here in the Land of Giants,” I explain. “And when they do find their way here, they don’t last very long.” I frown solemnly, bitter memories staining my thoughts. 

“W-why’s that?” Her uneasiness shows plainly in her fine features. 

I hesitate, choosing my words carefully. Perhaps it would be best to be direct, rather than sugarcoating the situation. I feel I owe her some semblance of the truth, if I choose to protect her. “Humans are considered a rare delicacy among us giants. Any humans who find themselves in our realm ultimately wind up in a giant’s belly.” 

Her face drains of any color. Her muscles stiffen with terror, yet her fragile body vibrates uncontrollably. The conflicting sentiments of my volatile heart crack me down the middle as I strain to negate my sympathy. I shouldn’t be feeling these tender emotions towards my prey. I’m too sensitive. My father would be disappointed in me. 

I pivot to an unsavory half-truth. “To be honest, if you hadn’t surprised me this morning by unwittingly falling into my mouth, I may have intentionally swallowed you.” I don’t tell her that I had planned to eat her from the beginning, and I will likely eat her in the near future. 

She loses her last shred of composure and backs away to the edge of the table, her chest fluttering with rapid breaths. I can tell she’s inches from bolting, but she has nowhere to go. She glances over her shoulder to the precipitous drop below and stumbles in the opposite direction, clearly disconcerted.  

She looks up at me, her eyes swimming in panicked tears. “I-I don’t want to die. I’ll do anything you ask, just please, please don’t eat me,” she implores. 

The sight breaks me. My desire to reassure her overrides my more cold-blooded, calculated intentions. “Didn’t I already tell you I wasn’t going to eat you?” I claim. I internally wince at the disingenuous words, yet I persist nevertheless. “I’ve had plenty of chances to. If I was going to, I would’ve done it already. Hell, I could’ve easily gobbled you up with my breakfast. But I didn’t.” 

Lies, all lies. It’s technically true that I resisted my carnivorous urges up to now, but the spirit of the statement is patently false. Even so, she’s sobbing and overwhelmed, and I feel terrible, so the lies continue to flow. She looks so helpless and alone on the expansive surface of the table, so I lovingly scoop her up in my hands and bring her in close. 

“I may be a giant, but that doesn’t mean I’m a savage monster. I won’t eat you; I promise,” I murmur. I pray that I can keep my word; I’m not too optimistic on that front. I stare at her intensely, my heart bursting. 

“Ok,” she sniffles. She’s calmed down a bit, but I’m not sure if she’s entirely convinced. My normally cozy cottage suddenly feels claustrophobic, with her enticing fragrance enveloping me with cloying tendrils in the confined space. In the privacy of my home, I worry it would be all too easy for me to succumb to my shameful perversions. 

“Why don’t we take a little walk outside?” I suggest tactfully. “I think we could both use some fresh air.” I bring her over to the front door and open it. The world is fresh and shining with radiance after the rain. I breathe in the clean air to clear my mind. “Do you want to sit on my shoulder?” 

“S-sure,” she quavers. I raise her up to my shoulder and allow her to find a secure spot. She tucks herself into the dip formed by my collarbone and clings to my shirt. “I’m ready,” she lets me know in a faint and tremulous tone. 

I walk cautiously at first, keeping my strides slow and steady so that she can familiarize herself with her new perch. She’s in no danger of falling under my vigilant watch, but I’m sure my lofty height is intimidating for her. I try to enjoy my slice of the scenic woods, sparkling with dew, but all I can focus on is her tiny body nestled up to my skin, her dainty movements, her addicting scent. She overwhelms my senses with a pleasure even more potent than the warmth of the sun, the melodious chirping of the birds and bugs, the scent of trees and flowers and grass. I’m in heaven, with my own little woman to have as my own. 

I find myself gravitating to the spot where I captured her. “This is where I found you,” I tell her. “You’re lucky you had your flashlight; otherwise, I may have stepped on you without even realizing you were there in the dark.” I conceal from her that I was actively hunting for her. 

“Speaking of flashlight…” I spy a glow in a nearby puddle and pull out the miniscule light, just a luminous speck between my fingertips. “Here it is!” I keep searching with enthusiastic curiosity. 

“Ah! Found your car!” I announce, lifting the miniature vehicle out of a slope below a patch of weeds. It’s so absurdly small, like a toy car that easily fits within my hand. I marvel at the intricate details and craftsmanship. Unfortunately, the windshield is shattered, and the exterior is charred from the blue lightning. “Wow, this thing is totaled. I don’t think you’ll be driving it anytime soon.” 

I’m mildly dispirited when she doesn’t answer, but I don’t press her further. I straighten up and begin the journey home in quiet reflection. To my dismay, my urges haven’t subsided in the least. My heart is heavy with a painful burden. I know, deep down, that my willpower will not outlast my ceaseless hunger. I harbor a burgeoning fondness for my little companion. I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to kill her. But I desperately want her inside me. 

“Hey, uh… do you know if there’s any way for me to get back home? Where all the humans are?” Her timid voice slashes through my distant thoughts. I stop to measure out a reasonable response that won’t reveal to her too much. I don’t want her to know of all the humans that I’ve eaten in the past. 

“Not that I know of. Nobody really understands how humans managed to get here, and we only hear about your realm from the few we have found. And I think I can be safe in assuming that no giants have made it to the human realm, right?” 

“Yeah.” Her tone is laced with despair. I’m saddened with the knowledge that she won’t last here much longer. I reach up and pet her with my thumb in what I hope is a comforting gesture. 

“I’m sorry,” I say softly. “If there’s a way for me to help you, I will find it.” 

Hollow, empty words. There’s no escape for her, and even if you had the power to help her, you wouldn’t. You’d swallow her down long before she’d have any chance to survive. 

“Thank you,” she answers, oblivious to my inner dialogue. 

I push those intrusive, unhelpful thoughts out of my head. There’s no point in pondering a scenario that’s impossible anyway. Even so, a trickle of guilt leeches into my chest.  

You’re a monster. Nothing more than teeth and a mouth and a digestive system. 

“I guess I should get some work done,” I remark, in an effort to alter the trajectory of my thoughts. 

“Work?” The tiny lady sounds confused. Bless her heart. Did she think that giants didn’t have to work for a living? That we just stomp around the countryside, plucking humans out of their homes and feasting on them? Boy, that would be the life. Things would be so much simpler. How I wish I didn’t have a conscience. 

“Yeah. I’m a freelance writer. I write stories and articles for magazines and other publications,” I elaborate. I enter my house and show her my den, furnished with my beloved computer on a sturdy wooden desk. I wrap my fingers around her, engulfing her in my fist. She struggles and cries for a moment, prompting my heart to beat faster with predatory excitement, before she relaxes again. I release her onto the desk. I fish her car and flashlight out of my pocket and place them next to her. She looks at her car with amazement, as if stunned that I could pick it up so easily. 

“If you have anything in your car that you need, now would be a good time to grab it,” I point out as I settle into my chair. I try to distract myself from my incessant cravings as I boot up my computer and start typing away. Even so, I’m preoccupied, and I can’t help but shift my attention downward when I see that the little damsel is unable to open the doors to her toasted car. She looks so precious, as she strains her arms and braces her legs in a futile jerk, her puny face scrunched in concentration. I pinch the door with my thumb and forefinger and pull it open. To my dismay, the hinges on the door are weaker than I anticipated and I end up ripping the whole door off. 

“Oops,” I mumble, my face heating. “I didn’t mean to do that.” 

“It’s alright,” she graciously forgives me. “It’s not like I could drive it anyways.” She has a point, and I don’t feel quite so bad. I return to my work as she retrieves her personal effects. Even as I become absorbed in the task at hand, I’m always cognizant of her exact location on my desk. Her scent never leaves my awareness, and my eyes follow her as she explores the wooden landscape, interacting with the oversized office supplies and climbing up a stack of books. I’m charmed by her curiosity, and relieved that’s she’s becoming more comfortable around me, but I fear her complacency is misplaced. My senses tirelessly tracking her are an inevitable symptom of more sinister intentions. 

The day passes into dusk, the sky darkening to orange outside the window. Unfortunately, as my breakfast breaks down into nutrients, my hunger waxes to an unbearable degree. I need to eat dinner soon, lest I snatch her off the desk and stuff her into my mouth, sucking her down my throat and relishing the sensations of her flailing in my stomach… 

I swallow a sea of saliva. “I’m almost done,” I announce. My voice sounds too loud, even to my own ears, after the prolonged lapse in conversation. “Give me just… one… second.” I finish the sentence I’m typing with a decisive click of the keys. “I think that’s enough for today.” 

I stretch out my huge body from my toes to my fingers with a loud groan. I use the opportunity to avert my gaze so I don’t come off as a creep when I utter the next phrase. Otherwise, I’d be fixating on my latest obsession with a ravenous leer. “Time for dinner.” 

I know I should let the diminutive woman walk into my hand of her own volition, rather than grabbing her up like I did before, but I’m finding it harder and harder to restrain myself. Without asking for permission, I grasp her between my fingers, reveling in her shape and soft squishiness, before gently cupping her in my palm. To my surprise, she doesn’t resist me. She’s too trusting. It would be so easy, to just give in now. To end her life. To savor her on my tongue, crush her between my teeth, slurp her up… 

Somehow, I make it to the kitchen without eating her or slobbering all over everything. I deposit her onto the counter and scrounge up some shredded cheddar and tortillas. “I was initially planning on making spaghetti, but I imagine that would be a bit messy for you to eat without a fork,” I chuckle. “I believe a quesadilla would be a little easier.” 

Another lie. I just picked something quick because the need to fill my belly is rapidly eclipsing my empathy. I hasten to slap together an edible repast before my rational mind devolves into bloodthirsty savagery. I can’t let myself lose control.  

I can’t keep thinking of her as just some prey animal, some generic, faceless human without a unique personality. Although I worry that I’ll regret my decision, I make a fateful choice. “What’s your name, little one? I wanted to ask you earlier, but I didn’t want to probe you with personal questions when you seemed so frightened.” 

I wanted to dehumanize you and make you less of a person, so that when I finally slaughter you and savor your flesh, I won’t feel as guilty about my sin. 

“M-my name’s Jaclyn, but my friends call me Jackie.” Despite her growing confidence, I still detect a tremor in her vocalization. She is compelling herself to be brave—foolish, so foolish. 

“Can I call you Jackie?” 

“S-sure.” I feel sick inside. In her naïveté, she regards me as a friend. “A-and what’s your name?” 

“Chester.” I’m the man that will kill you and use your bones as toothpicks. 

“Nice to meet you.” 

“Likewise.” 

Throughout the whole dinner, I act like the perfect gentleman. I grace her with tidbits of my meal. I help her drink from my cup when she’s thirsty, resisting the temptation to plop her into my beverage and chug her down. I keep the conversation flowing in a light and pleasant fashion. When she grows weary, I bring her bags with her into my bedroom and tuck her into my bed. I turn off the lights and close the door so she can sleep without intrusion. 

I tiptoe over to the living room, sit down on the couch, and tear my hair out with frustration. 

Chapter 4