#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...

[god-o-bees]

Drabble #4

NSFW

Eldritch!Reader x Nikto

Warning for FREAKINESS, this one is nasty, folks. Vore adjacent, even.

Eldritch God Reader plucks Nikto from his world, from his reality, and finds a nice space for him inside themself. Nikto fought back as hard as he could, but he couldn't fight forever. Your tendrils slowly curl around his wrists and ankles, limiting his movement until he could only lay against your flesh wriggling and twitching. He's scared, more scared than he can remember ever being. He can't handle the feeling of being restrained, nor the suspense of whatever you have in mind for him.

That's when a strange- no, pleasant smell hits his nose. His body feels warm, tingly, and the voices sound... slow, and far away. He doesn't know when it happened, but he's now noticing his clothes have been stripped from him- or dissolved. Your tendrils caress his body slowly and gently, and he's sunken so far into the trance he barely registers his own orgasm.

A human hand, or the imitation of a human hand, pulls him deeper into your flesh. The walls of whatever organ he's inside open and consume him. The hand runs laps around his body, mapping it completely several times over. In the distance, he can register the slow beating of a heart.

Masterlist

[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!!!!!!

[powergrabbed]

WHAT IF I TOLD YOU NONE OF IT WAS ACCIDENTAL, AND THE FIRST NIGHT THAT YOU SAW ME, NOTHING WAS GONNA STOP ME?

theo james, bisexual, cis male + he/him/his → isn’t that oisín slatiascairis? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of lysain. i hear they’re 40, but they’re also a sorcerer. they’ve risen up the ranks to become a lord of (castle) qaixoneus. they seem to be ambitious & charismatic, but also deceitful & power-hungry. if you look closely, you’ll see their aesthetics include dark secrets hidden deep in dungeons; always looking prim and proper with friendly gestures and fake smiles; plotting and scheming behind people's backs.

oisín slatiascairis. 40. ambitious, charismatic. deceitful, power-hungry.

mental magic.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ OISÍN BALOR QROQIOHR SLATIASCAIRIS ] NICKNAME: [ N.A. ] TITLE: [ LORD OF QAIXONEUS ] AGE: [ 40 ] GENDER: [ MALE ] PRONOUNS: [ HE/HIM ] SPECIES: [ SORCERER ] KINGDOM, HOUSE: [ LYSAIN, HOUSE SLATIASCAIRIS ] HOUSE WORDS: [ HONOUR THE PAST, TREASURE THE PRESENT, LOOK TO THE FUTURE ] DESCENDED FROM: [ MIX OF HOUSES, CHIEFLY A SORCERER HOUSE (MYRTHRAEL) IN LYSAIN AND A NOBLE HOUSE FROM THE KINGDOM THAT VARLINNIS REPLACED ] OCCUPATION: [ NOBLE, MORE TBD ] RELIGION: [ THE OLD SPIRITS ] LANGUAGE, IN ORDER OF PROFICIENCY: [ COMMON, LYSINLINGUAL, LOST LANGUAGE (FROM THE KINGDOM NOW KNOW AS VARLINNIS), VARIOUS OTHER LANGUAGES ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ HOMOROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ BISEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ DOM ] SEXUAL POSITION: [ TOP ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBD. ] PARENTS: [ TBA. ] SIBLINGS: [ TBA. ] FRIENDS: [ TBA. ]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ THEO JAMES ] EYE COLOUR: [ RED-BROWN ] HAIR COLOUR: [ BROWN ] HEIGHT: [ 1.84 METRES ] BODY BUILD: [ ATHLETIC, BUFF ] FACIAL HAIR: [ NEATLY TRIMMED BEARD CENTRED AROUND THE MOUTH, EXTENDING TO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ NONE. ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ VARIOUS SMALL SCARS. ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

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

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ INTELLIGENT. ABLE TO PLAN AND SCHEME TO GET WHAT HE WANTS. ] LIKES: [ POWER, ABUSING HIS POWER. GETTING PEOPLE TO DO HIS BIDDING. LUXURY. SCHEMING AND GETTING AWAY WITH IT. ] DISLIKES: [ PEASANTS. WEAK PEOPLE. ] ALIGNMENT: [ LAWFUL/NETURAL EVIL ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ AMBITIOUS, CHARISMATIC, DETERMINED, FLEXBILE. ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ RUTHLESS, OBSESSIVE, DECEITFUL, CALCULATIVE, MANIPULATIVE, POWER-HUNGRY, SCHEMING. ]

COMBAT INFORMATION

WEAPONS: [ KNIVES. POISONS. ] POWERS: [ MAGIC, CHIEFLY MENTAL. ]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ DARK SECRETS HIDDEN DEEP IN DUNGEONS. ALWAYS LOOKING PRIM AND PROPER WITH FRIENDLY GESTURES AND FAKE SMILES. PLOTTING AND SCHEMING BEHIND PEOPLE'S BACKS. ] INSPO: [ MARGAERY TYRELL, OBERYN MARTELL, PETYR BAELISH, CERSEI LANNISTER, ZEBEDIAH KILLGRAVE. ] LYRICAL INSPO: [ I WOULD NEVER CHANGE WHAT OUR PAST IS. WRITTEN IN OUR BONES, IT'S WHO WE ARE. // I LAID THE GROUNDWORK, AND THEN, JUST LIKE CLOCKWORK. THE DOMINOES CASCADED IN A LINE. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU I'M A MASTERMIND? AND NOW YOU'RE MINE. // I, I HEAR THE WHISPERS IN YOUR EYES. I'LL MAKE YOU WANNA THINK TWICE, YOU'LL FIND THAT YOU WERE NEVER NOT MINE. (YOU'RE MINE). ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ BREEDING. COLLARS. LEASHES. VERBAL FEMINISATION. BOOT KISSING/LICKING. RESTRAINS/BONDAGE. CHOKING. HUMILIATION. DEGRADATION. SOMNOPHILIA. WATERSPORTS. FACE FUCKING. COCK WARMING. WORSHIP. GAPING. CONTROL. SPITTING. UNBALANCED POWER DYNAMICS. BRAINWASHING. MARKING. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

ancestors were from the kingdom that is now known as varlinnis, from before the war.

bloodline got mixed with a sorcerer house in lysain.

very strong in mental magic, uses it to attain and keep power. manipulates people both mentally and by threats if needed.

wants to reclaim his family's position in the upper echelons of varlinnis royalty. believes his birthright is the throne of varlinnis and will do whatever it takes to achieve this.

taught from a young age to be proud of his heritage and house but to not reveal their hidden strength too much unless needed.

pretends to be a nice person, but is absolutely not.

[vampyre-by-rumour]

Welcome to my blog.

This is a kink blog grounded in consent for the purpose of sexual expression, nsfw writings, aethetic, and cruel fantasies. I would like to keep it running, so I'll try to avoid reblogging posts that potentially violate Tumblr's rules, but you are welcome to submit anything you like; I love knowing what thoughts you have and the terrible things you'd imagine me doing to you. I'm open to requests and post suggestions, as I happen to love making outfits, taking aesthetic photos, and showing people what they want.

Taken anons: 🦇💜, 🤍

Kinks / Triggers

Sadism, BDSM, Cutting, Blood, Fear Play, Overpowering, Size Difference, Impact, Restraints/Rope/Chains, CNC, Crying, Begging, Affectionate Cruelty, Free Use, (light) Piss, Humiliation, Orgasm Denial, Praise/Degrade, DDLG, Fauxcest, Pet Play, Collaring, Electro/Shock, Slapping, Spanking, Choking, Wax/Burning, Biting, Hickies/Marking, Spitting, Somno, Intox, Public Play, Hair Pulling, Dressup/Human Doll, Remote Play, Tasks/Punishments, Blindfolds/Sensory Play, Anal, Orgy/Threesome, Webcams/Recording/Being Watched, Edging, Teasing/Denial, Mutal/Assisted Masturbation, Corruption

Hard NOs: feet, scat, vore, animal

A little bit about me:

I'm heterosexual, and what you would call an experienced sadist. I generally prefer the title of Sir over others. The pictures in this post, in my profile picture, and in my header are all mine. I live on the east coast of the US and I love alternative fashion and rock/metal/hardcore music.

On the harder side of kinks, I enjoy size difference, power difference, forced submission, brat taming, overpowering, cutting, biting, beating, restraining, and denying pleasure. irl, I'm in a platonic S/M dynamic with a friend, but I likely won't post anything from our playtime unless she okays it.

I don't have to be in sadist headspace all the time though, I am kind and gentle too, when I want to be. I love to praise as much as I love to degrade, you just have to earn it.

With all that said, this blog exists for me to further explore the kinks I enjoy with likeminded people who enjoy being the object of my fantasies. The awful things I share here like incest/fauxcest, blackmail, kidnapping, misogyny, and rape are all strictly for kink between consensual adults. I do not actually hold these values irl and I am very attentive and communicable in DMs to any limits you have.

DM Status: Open

Send me Asks.

I look forward to hearing from you.

[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. SCALING CLIFFS. FIGHTING. ] DISLIKES: [ DARK MAGIC. LONG COURT SESSIONS. SCHEMING NOBLES. ] 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. // THERE WILL COME A SOLDIER WHO CARRIES A MIGHTY SWORD. HE WILL TEAR YOUR CITY DOWN, OH-LEI, OH-LAI, OH, LORD. ]

KINKS

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

BIOGRAPHY

[ wip ]

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.

[ note: guinevere is not in my (current) portrayal and backstory, so if anything does end up happening it takes place after the inhabitants of camelot have moved to the new realm. ]

[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.