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evvyyypeters-fics · 8 months ago

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Intro/ Rules!!!

Hey! Welcome to my blog!

Just a disclaimer that I did have another blog, but that one got deleted on accident because I’m a silly goose so most of my posts in the start are reuploads from that account! (Boosts on reuploads are appreciated if you're seeing this at a recent time.)

Please follow my main account (I’ve moved on from this account but I will use it occasionally for my more serious stuff) if you want to. Where I post my more personal, opinionated and laid back content.

This account is for my writing. I mainly write fics based around Evan Peters, but I also post my fandom opinions and content.

My requests are always open unless stated otherwise! Please feel free to send me your ideas and I will try and get to them as quickly as possible! Please make sure to read the rules (below) before sending a request!

Rules for sending a request

(Warning! I am still a student and I also get burnt out really easily, so please expect a week long MINIMUM before recieving your fic request. I will try my hardest to get to all requests, and ASAP, but I will not make promises to anyone. Even mutuals. Please keep in mind my mental health and work schedule, thank you.)

Dos:

Any character portrayed from a real person is a characterized version of said real person (Disclaimer: All fics pertaining to real people are NOT accurate depictions of the real-life counterpart/ their character. I will have a warning on those fics that they should only be seen as a fictional/ dramatic/ idealistic version of them and is not meant to substitute as real information or depiction of them.)

Any character from AHS (American Horror Story)

Other fandoms I’m in: MOE (Mare of Easttown), Umbrella Academy, Challengers, OBX, RE (Resident Evil), Pedro Pascal (drool), Heathers, My Life With the Walter Boys, The Last Of Us, NARCOS, YOU, Riverdale, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (might add more in the future. This isn’t guaranteed, but if you’re interested in me writing for any of these please suggest them to me.)

Smut, fluff, angst, whatever

I’m not picky, anything is fine with me unless it crosses my boundaries (below)

Don’ts (ick):

Scat and vomit fetishes. Absolutely not. Hard no. Not sorry.

Vore or any weird shit like cannibalism and other more “alternative” kinks

Any sort of r4pe or 4ssault/ non-con. I might delve into dub-con but there will still be a basis of consent (like a previous discussion or understanding).

Any sort of incest. That includes step-cest. Absolutely not.

Illegal age gaps or hard age gaps and ageplay. This includes an 18 year old/ barely legal with anyone over 24. My age gaps will always be 20+ if it includes someone the age of 30 or over. I will also not do any sort of ddlg or “littles”. It’s not my forte and I especially won’t do it if you sexualize it.

On the topic of age, all characters (including reader) will be 18+ when it comes to smut or sexual-related fics. I will try to add this warning when it is crucial to specific characters, but please know that all characters that you request smut of that are originally minors WILL be aged up and that will be depicted inside the fic. There is no exceptions to this rule.

MLM, (T)MLM, (T)FLM, etc. are a no for me. As AFAB I only know how to write for the cis-fem experience and while I love my gays and theys, I just don’t feel comfortable in my ability to do gay or trans/ trans-gay relationships justice. I also don’t feel that it’s my place to write for them. On this note, most of my fics will be reader x male character related but that does not mean that I won't write F4F just because that's in my comfort zone and I understand that experience better.

Too specific of reader details. This also goes into what I said above, but I will no write for race or body type specific readers. I am a cis-white averagely sized woman and while I’m a hard ally, I genuinely just don’t believe I can accurately depict those experiences or people so I will always try and keep the reader as blank as possible so that anyone who reads my fics can be in that character’s shoes.

Tangent: Sadly, I don’t write lots of GN fics just because as a writer I DO insert myself into the story because visualization is how I write. So often the reader will be fem and may have more euro-centric features, typically unintentional. If you have a problem with that, I recommend you find another writer to consume/ create your fic ideas or make your own. (Please do, we need more writers in the EP fandom. This is tough work, truly.)

Now that we’re past the hard stuff, here’s some information about me! (Some may have been clarified before, but here’s a clearer run-down.)

Basic Information about me:

You can call me Evie or Evvy!

I go by she/her and they/them

I’m cis-fem and bisexual!

Some of my hobbies:

Writing (obviously)

Reading (duh)

Drawing (check out my main account for some fanart)

Collecting Bear Paraphernalia (figures, mugs, plushies, t-shirts, etc.)

Collecting vintage

Thrifting

Fashion

Some of my favorite musical artists!:

Lana Del Rey

Ethel Cain

Mazzy Star

Boa

The Smiths

Lesley Gore

Queen

Skeeter Davis

Lady Gaga

Deftones

Morrissey

Chappel Roan

Akira Yamaoka (underrated producer IMO)

Many others I will spare you to not list, including VOCALOID artists under this part

My favorite movies/ shows!:

AHS (uhm)

MOE

The Days 2004

Anything by Tim Burton and Jim Henson

My Life With the Walter Boys (cringe I know, but Noah Lalonde is so hot ok pls spare me)

Pearl, Maxxxine, etc

Anything by Sofia Coppola (queen)

The Breakfast Club

Pretty in Pink

Sixteen Candles

Riverdale (yes, sadly. Bughead is otp idc)

Alice in Wonderland (you know which one)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

My favorite books:

The Virgin Suicides

Girl, Interrupted

Cuckoo Song

The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo series

Nana

Honestly anything by Ai Yazawa

Anything by Clamp

The Stranger

Lolita

My favorite games:

Silent Hill

Resident Evil

American McGees Alice in Wonderland

Siren series

Sims4

Animal Crossing

Alice by American McGee series

Anything by Puppet Combo and 616 Games

Hatsune Miku Project Diva and Mirari

My favorite Celebrities:

Evan Peters (no comment.)

Taissa Farmiga

Lily Rabe

Pedro Pascal

Noah Lalonde

Christian Slater

Emma Watson

Lana Del Rey

Lady Gaga

Chappel Roan

Aurora

Lili Reinhart

Sarah Michelle Gellar

James Marsters

Things I hate (despise):

Emma Roberts

Julia Roberts

The Roberts

Tumblr creeps

Creeps in general

Bigots

Emma Roberts

Halsey

Incest

Zionists

Did I mention Emma Roberts?

Emma Snoberts

Joss Whedon

Thank you so much for reading this yap session of information! Please boost my posts if you’re willing and able, it really helps with reach and gives me motivation to keep writing! I love seeing all of your reactions to my work!

If you wish to contact me, whether about your requests or just to become friends/ mutuals and just chat, please feel free! My door is always open to anyone who wants to have a friendly discussion, or if you want to know more about me!

Masterlist to be added...

Main Account if you didn't see it

Tagging to boost/ mooties/ ahs fans (mainly users I can remember rn cuz my spirit animal is literally Dory from Finding Nemo istg):

@fear-is-truth @jazz-berry @irl-violetharmon @taintandviolent @evanpeterswifeyyy @lemoniiiiiii @t8-ak47

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saturnseuphoria · 9 days ago

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✧ Intro post thing woohoo!!! Please pay attention to the rules :)

This intro is highly inspired by @yanderefarm 's!!✧

Minors please don’t interact! I post nsft content occasionally so I would rather you don’t be on this account at all!

DO NOT. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. Feed my works to AI or chatbots!

I post yandere and dead-dove content! I will try to provide accurate content warnings but please let me know if I miss something! Make sure to read the warnings carefully!

This is self explanatory BUT I DO NOT SUPPORT THE BEHAVIOR I WRITE ABOUT! This is all fantasy!

I often get demotivated so please be kind when sending asks!

Please interact! Comments, reblogs, and likes are all very appreciated!!

You are free to draw or write about my ocs but please notify me and tag me if you do!

Also I use roblox for character face claims! It's easy sue me ;(

✧ I WILL write-

Ftm!reader, Ftm!Character, Monster!reader, Dom!Reader, murder, smut [although I can’t guarantee it'll be good!], fluff, angst, general silliness, knife play, wound play[?], piss stuff, murder, dub con, non con, dead dove, [list will update as blog grows!]

✧ I WON’T write-

Fem!Reader, Fem!Character, Gn!Reader, Bottom!Reader, vore, inflation, scat, graphic vomit, period blood, period sex, [Again this list will update!]

If you want to request something I haven’t listed, please send in an ask! I know these lists are fairly brief right now!

✧ Finally my introduction! ✧

✧You can call me Saturn! I’m transmasc, use he/him and I’m 19 :) I really enjoy writing so I hope you enjoy my shitty musings! <3

✧I won’t talk on this blog about it much but I also really like musical theater so if you want to talk about that shoot me an ask! My faves are Starlight Express and Hadestown [I will make a tag to block if needed!]

Updated last: 4/3/2025

✧ Ansel ✧ ["Normal" Yandere]

✧ Ezekiel ✧ [Cultist yandere]

✧ Ansel- #"Normal" Yandere

Intro Post!

✧Ezekiel- #Cultist Yandere

Oops nothing yet! ><

Divider credits!:

✧ Labels & Moons & Adult and Dark Content Warnings ✧

#yandere x male reader #x male reader #yandere #male yandere #sub yandere #intro post #blog intro #dom male reader #amab reader #I'm so nervous I've never run a blog before...#“Normal” Yandere #male reader

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mportality · 26 days ago

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ཀ RULES ـــــــــﮩ٨ـ

† STRICTLY 18+ BLOG .

this blog is strictly 18+ / MDNI ! Most of my content will have warnings, but I really don’t want to be interacting and or having a minor interact with my page ! Therefor if you are a minor and or have a nameless blog, please do not try to interact .

† BOT/FIC REQUESTING .

I am HUGE on this ! Idk how many times i’ve had to say this, but PLEASE specify what you want in your requests. It will assist me, and give you a better out come in the end.

— Character/Relation/Plot .

† WHAT I WRITE

Fempov, mommy/daddy kink, bdsm, threesomes, breeding, semi-public sex, step-cest, cnc, age gap, power play, praise kink, somno, brat taming, g!p, etc .. i can write real nasty shit ..

† WHAT I DONT WRITE

malepov , piss, vore, vomit, pedophilia, incest, and generally weird shit !!

† WHO I WRITE FOR (General Idea)

ARCANE — Vi, Jinx, Jayce Talis, Sevika, Mel Medarda , Caitlyn Kirraman, Viktor, Ekko .

CHALLENGERS 2024 — Tashi Duncan, Art Donaldson, Patrick Zweig .

GLEE — Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez, Brittany s. Pierce, Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry, Blaine Anderson, Marley Rose, Sam Evans, Kitty Wilde .

SCREAM — Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Billy Loomis, Stu Matcher, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Ethan Landry, Richie Kirsch, Amber Freeman, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin .

THE BOYS/GEN V — Victoria Neuman, Cate Dunlap, Soldier Boy, Susan Raynor, Indira Shetty, Annie January, Queen Maeve,, Luke Riordan, Sam Riordan, Jordan Li, Marie Moreau, Andre Anderson .

OUTERBANKS — Sarah Cameron, Rafe Cameron, John B Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Hayward, Kiara Carrera, Barry, Topper Thorton .

— Check my intro for more fandoms !

#´ཀ` angel talks .#rules #cate dunlap x reader #sam carpenter x reader #gen v #the boys #arcane #scream #challengers #glee tv show #outer banks #obx x reader #glee x reader #challengers x reader #scream x reader #the boys x reader

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waxingwinchester · 2 months ago

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the morning after

a/n - kinda wincest?? platonic for this fic but they have a protective bond. wrote this on a whim because there's no spn vore!!

warnings - VORE! well, it's not explicit but dean does vore someone the night prior and sam takes care of him in the morning. belly kink, belly rubs, burping, etc. mentions of sex and bones breaking during the digestion part

w.c. - 1.9k

Dean ambled into the kitchen with a limp in his step. For all the post-coital mornings he spent gulping down his one-night stand—ensuring that it would stay one night, no matter how hot the dude or chick he was banging looked to be—his body never got used to the imbalance of weight placed inappropriately on him. He wished that when he ate someone, it was like in a cartoon where they wore you like a suit, because trying to fight a hangover with a sore body inside your sore body resulted in the type of walk that made him look half-necrotic. The living dead had risen in the morning and looked even worse in the daylight.

His figure passed through the door frame and looked more like he was blocking the exit rather than peacefully entering until he soldiered on. The way his body sluggishly and sharply moved to drag his body and the weight of his round ball-gut with him was like a sight unseen, even by two brothers who had seen endless horrors. Dean looked for the nearest surface to rest the new weight hanging off of him on, anything to give him a rest from feeling his stomach bubble. He was already down to just his boxers and the robe that he had taken up the duty of wearing to honor the last guys that lived there—and totally not because he was able to let it hang around his newly bloated form in a way that his flannel and jeans couldn’t fit over. And he had tried a lot of ways to make them fit until the buttons on both popped and he learned that he better save the rest of his clothes from the thread-pulling nature of his width.

So, a robe and boxers it was. His belly hung low enough and had finally digested enough of his prey to swing with each step like the ends of his robe, and the sloshing from the remnants of the man inside his belly drew Sam’s attention.

“Morning, Sunshine.” Sam beamed at a drained Dean, who was still regaining the color in his face. He stood behind the chrome counter with a lineup of a vegetable’s—and Dean’s—worst nightmare: a few knives of different sizes resting on the right end of the counter with their blades fogged up from mincing rabbit food, a cutting board, a juicer with the shallow heads of a few grapefruits, a recently emptied blender still dripping from whatever Sam had thrown in it, and the bloody concoction of their puke-green insides filling two tall glasses at the other end. The last thing Dean needed to think about was puke. With so many drinks and a big meal to eat last night, he nearly threw up a half-digested meal, and that would have made this site ten times worse to look at. At least Sam had used the blender while he was still passed out, or else Dean might have been marching in here to stop the headache-inducing whirring of a blade and not the vomit-inducing look of vegetables made into a healthy hangover cure.

“Please tell me those crap-shakes are both for you.” Dean took a seat on one of the stools at the wooden table, his body loathing him for diverting off the straight path he was taking to reach the counter, but he needed to give his legs a break already. He looked down to the dark grain underneath the polished surface of the table and felt like he was drunk again while trying to make sense of the flow of it. The pattern he traced over with his eyes was broken by Sam setting one of the two glasses down in front of him.

“You need it, Dean. I can already tell you didn’t eat well last night… or drink well.” Sam took a seat across from him at the table. He had put a straw in both drinks and held on to the end of his with his index and middle finger, swirling the drink around before aiming it towards his mouth so he could lower his head and take a sip.

“I don’t get why you punish yourself, Sammy. You stayed up all night studying, and that is how you reward yourself?” Dean took the straw out of his drink and set it to the side, letting the bit of the drink that clung to it splatter on the table. Sam just rolled his eyes at his brother’s carelessness before piping up to defend himself.

“I treat myself, Dean. I just like to make sure whoever I eat has a good experience. It’s probably like a thousand tiny chainsaws in there for whoever that is.”

“It’s food, Sammy. As long as it doesn’t hurt me, then it’s as sweet as freakin’ pie.” Dean sighed and lifted the glass up to his lips. His lips curled around the edges, and he tilted the glass so the green juice edged off the glass and into his mouth. He tried to drink it fast to get the taste down but stopped after a few loud gulps, pulling the glass away and setting it down on the table in front of him. A green juice-mustache stained his upper lip. “Oh, but this. This pains me, Sammy. This isn’t even edible!”

“Just drink it, Dean.” Sam took his time with his and sipped it, and, to Dean’s disgust, held it in his mouth to enjoy the flavor.

Dean took another sip and set it down, retracting his upper lip in disgust and turning his head away. He wasn’t exactly hungry, so he couldn’t even trick himself into eating it out of pure necessity—last night’s hookup was still more than leaving an impact on him. “You know, I miss the days when Dad just gave us the good ol’ ‘get up and get in the damn car’ talk instead of this. Nothing got me over a hangover more than gas station coffee and some music.”

Standing, Dean latched onto the table for support. He had forgotten about his distended stomach, still working over the curled-up person inside, who had managed to last at least five hours in his stomach while still remaining whole. The downsides of having a late night are that your mistakes feel deceivingly far away when in reality it was just a couple of hours ago that Dean had fucked and feasted on a sweaty babe he picked up from some bar a few miles out. He couldn’t tell if the person had succumbed to the stomach acid or was exhausted from having sex and then being forcefully dragged down his throat when he felt hungry, not even five minutes after cuddling up with them.

“You’re going out?” Sam asked, his eyebrows falling closer to his eyes in confusion and mostly concern.

Dean stood for a moment, then fell back down onto the stool with a few heavy pants. “Yeah—dammit—I am.”

“Dean, you can barely stand. It must have taken all your energy just to walk in here. Just chill out and drink up.” Sam reached across the table to slide Dean’s glass closer to him.

“Your crap-shake? No way, Sam. You know that I don’t even like lettuce and tomato on my burgers.” Dean nearly gagged at the idea of finishing the whole thing. He hoped that, if he at least tried to drink it, that Sam would forgive him for leaving some—if not, most—of it still in the cup.

But Sam wasn’t going to budge. “Dean.”

“Sam.” And Dean couldn’t move out of his seat, so he was left to stay stern with his baby brother.

Sam stood up and moved around the table faster than Dean could have done if he had had enough time to mentally and physically prepare himself. “You need to drink it, Dean.”

He picked up Dean’s glass and held it in one hand. His other found its way to the underside of Dean’s chin, where he cradled it. “Are you going to open up for me?”

Without any words shared between them, Dean opened his mouth, and Sam held the glass to his lips. He watched Dean lean his head back, his throat going wide and his jaw going slack as Sam tipped the glass down and let it all rush into Dean’s mouth. The juice’s bitter taste returned to Dean’s tongue quickly, but as he gulped down the stream of blended kale, celery, chard, and mint, he started to think that it wasn’t that bad of a flavor. But just as he started to get used to the taste, he had finished off the glass, and the very last few drops slid down and into his open mouth. Sam pulled away by then as Dean’s eyes locked onto the last few bits of gross, flavor-packed health slop, setting the glass down with a clink against the table.

“There, all gone,” Sam said.

A few beats passed before Dean winced, rubbing his stomach. “What all was in that junk?”

Sam bent down to be level with his brother’s round, beach-ball-sized stomach, fitting his two hands around where Dean had placed his. Though that didn’t stop him from easily answering the question, “Kale, celery, mint, some probiotics for gut health.”

“What kind of probiotics, Sam?” Dean asked, a nervous pit forming in his gut—or was that the probiotics? Or was it the person in his stomach finally stirring from all the disruption? He hoped they had been digested beyond consciousness by that point so they wouldn’t have to wake up to the smell and sound of Sam’s gut-health-juice raining down on them.

“Just the regular ones, Dean!” It clicked for how poorly Dean must have been eating these past few weeks to end up feeling like this. Maybe he was more than hungover—this was a cry for his body to get anything other than meat and fats in its system.

Dean didn’t have a smart thing to say because he was too busy working up a burp that echoed through the kitchen. He didn’t make much of any noise or any cries or pleas—he still had to keep up that stoic older brother charade so Sam couldn’t hold this over him later—but Sam knew Dean well enough to know when he needed a belly rub.

Sam moved the robe out of the way and pushed it to fall at Dean’s sides as he was sitting, like parting the curtains to let the scenery in. His brother’s midsection had never looked so good, like a slightly hairy yet blank canvas for him to mold over with his hands. The smooth, round gut pooled in Dean’s lap and was easy to roam around.

Sam worked his hands over Dean’s stomach, some areas of it being soft and almost plushy, being able to sink up to his wrist into his brother’s bloated stomach. But other areas were still hard and pointy like he was pressing into the knee or elbow or even skull of the prey inside, and if he pushed really hard, he could hear a bone or two crack under the pressure. It elicited more burps from Dean and helped his grumbling stomach process the meat and greens broiling inside to create something that probably looked worse than Sam’s crap-shakes.

So, Sam kept Dean on that kitchen stool until he finished helping mash up the remaining bits of his huge meal and for his stomach to process the good things Dean should have been eating all along.

Dean hated how caring Sam could be.

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dirtybg3confessions · 1 year ago

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Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Policy

What does Dead Dove: Do Not Eat mean?

Originally a reference to the show Arrested Development, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat in fandom refers to potentially upsetting content within a fanwork. Literally a "What you see in the tags is what you get, interact at your own risk."

What is considered Dead Dove on this blog?

Confessions that include the following will receive a dead dove tag: dubcon (dubious consent), noncon (non-consent), gratuitous violence or gore, vore, incest/psuedoincest, abduction/kidnapping, beastiality, piss, scat, and emeto (vomit)

These confessions will have the following tags: "dd:dne", "dbg3 dd:dne", and content warnings regarding specific subject mater "cw: subject"

Beastiality? But, you can literally fuck a bear in game.

Beastiality will be defined as anything you need to cast "speak with animals" to have a conversation with. Druids in wild shape will not count, nor will goblins/ogres/etc.

Ok, I don't want to see any of that on my dash.

Great! We'll be using the tags "dd:dne" and "dbg3 dd:dne" on confessions with Dead Dove content. Feel free to block appropriately.

#not confessions #faq

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thegeminisage · 2 months ago

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Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Category: Gen Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte & Spite, Illario Dellamorte & Lucanis Dellamorte, pre Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook Characters: Lucanis Dellamorte, Spite (Dragon Age), Zara Renata, Calivan (Dragon Age), Illario Dellamorte, Caterina Dellamorte, Rook (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: The Ossuary (Dragon Age), Action Scenes, Blood and Gore, Blood Magic (Dragon Age), Kidnapping, Captivity, Imprisonment, Demisexual Lucanis Dellamorte, Angst, Starvation, Force-Feeding, Trauma, Possession, Body Horror, Torture, Nightmares, Psychological Torture, Mind Games, Suicide, Trauma Bonding, and a TEENSY bit of vore. don't judge me.

ossuary (ˈäSHəˌwerē) noun 1. a container or room in which the bones of dead people are placed. 2. the final resting place of skeletal remains. Thought dead by his family, Lucanis Dellamorte, the infamous Demon of Vyrantium, spends over three hundred days languishing in an impenetrable Tevene prison at the bottom of the sea. But he doesn't do it alone—and like it or not, his new demonic cellmate may be his only hope of escape. Sometimes the only way to fight your demons is to make a deal instead. Fic is complete; updates are posted on Thursdays.

Some terrible shaking is happening in his limbs. It feels like an involuntary motion, a spasm or a cough, and then his hands and feet lose feeling entirely. His body lurches as though his legs are being grabbed and yanked forward, as graceless as if puppeteered by someone who doesn't know how to move the strings. "Kill him, kill him, kill him!" the demon screams, from somewhere inside Lucanis's own skull, until his own lips begin clumsily forming the words, until his own voice is squeezed up out of his throat like vomit, as though the demon's trying to come out the same way it went in. "Kill him!" But the only thing Lucanis can do is collide with the magical barrier, which locks his body up as if he's been electrocuted, then repels him violently back. He rolls, coming to a stop on his right side in the sand, half on top of some Venatori's cooling torso. Zara smiles, slow and satisfied, blood-red lips dark against her unnaturally pale face. "Go ahead and fight, if it makes you feel better. It will make my new demon that much stronger." She casts an appreciative eye around his cell. "I have a feeling it'll be worth the wait."

PREVIOUS: [I & II] [III]

#lucanis dellamorte #spite dellamorte #spite dragon age #zara renata #calivan dragon age #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #liz makes stuff #liz writes #the ossuary fic

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voraciousvore · 6 months ago

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Voretober Day 17: Rescue

Day 1 | Previous (16) | Next (18)

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.”

#voretober #voretober2024 #vore writing #g/t vore #gt vore #unwilling vore #unwilling pred #unwilling prey #vore story #g/t vore writing

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puppyboyinyourarea · 4 months ago

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Intro post

This is a kink blog, if you dont like what I post please just block or mute me

Previously fakeboyinyourarea

Hey!! Im a puppy boy/girl, 21 (age regressed rn though), I use the normie pronouns (he/she/they), but it/its is also okay sometimes (it helps if you just use them, dont ask). You can call me any pet name dom or sub (puppy is off the table, you can call me a good dog or something, but puppy is for that stupid twink only), but just not daddy (please god no). Very bratty no matter if im domming or subbing, be warned

You can use almost any genital terms for me (please gods, just not manhole or cunny), but my top ones are pussy, cunt, puppy parts, dick, cock and tdick

Kinks

Both giving and recieving

Misgendering (sometimes)

Cnc

Breeding

Praise

Humiliation

Marking

Hairpulling/choking (they feel like the same category)

Intox

Knifeplay

Fauxcest

Piss

Misgendering

Just recieving

Petplay

Forcefem and forcemasc (idk why its both)

Limits

Anything eating related (vore, feederism, more if there are any, cannibalism is 50/50)

Scat

Vomit

Diapers

My dms and asks are open to anyone, but I may not reply to dms because im currently obsessed with this stupid fucking twink im in love with, just know I still appreciate you all of you <3

I will not send pics, but I post them

DNI

(You will be blocked)

Minors

Blank blogs with no bio

Blogs with age ranges

Blogs that just say 18+

"im an adult" (I simply dont believe you)

People who use my dead name as their online name, Im sorry, I wont say what it is and its not common enough, but its out there and Im blocking you

On thin fucking ice

(Im gonna see if you pass the vibe check)

Daddy doms

Littles

Pure doms and subs (man up and be a little switchy)

18 year olds, you can stay but im watching you

I do generally hornypost as im always absolutely goonmaxxing, but I will also post about the twink im in love with

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justme315 · 11 months ago

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Tiny Best Friend 5/5

Final Part

First part:

Previous part:

!warning!

angst, vore mention, vore scare, ¿abuse?, treating a person as an animal, vimioting, blood, curse words

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When Jake began to regain consciousness, everything was different than before. His back and chest hurt terribly, he was also lying on something cold and hard, like... metal? He felt dizzy and had a hard time opening his eyes. He also had a bit of a gag reflex and the taste of blood in his mouth. Despite his sincere intentions, he was unable to sit down and see what was happening around him. He also heard ringing in his ears, but after a while the noise stopped and what he heard was... unusual. Someone was humming a tune. He recognized it, but couldn't remember where from. The voice seemed familiar to him too. He tried hard to open his eyes again. His vision was shrouded in black and blurred images showed through. How did this happen? How did he get there, wherever he was? He remembered that he was in the forest and... His headache blurred his vision of previous events. And the pain in his chest was becoming more and more unbearable. He felt like he was about to vomit his lungs and his entire arteriovenous system at once.

A sigh.

The borrower heard a sigh that sounded awfully familiar. Just like his - former - friend Lucas. Lucas. OH FUCK. Jake suddenly remembered what happened in the forest. He remembered meeting Lucas there. He remembered how Lucas had gone crazy, what he had said about "coming home", how he had shouted at him, how he had invaded his personal space, how he had grabbed him and... That was why Jake's chest was hurting so badly right now. Lucas squeezed him in his hands. He wanted to kill him. Lucas wanted to kill Jake. He turned into a monster. Jake had to get out of there, Lucas was near, he was going to kill him-

"Oh Jake, you're awake" Lucas' voice rang in the borrower's ears. It wasn't hard to hear the human's colossal footsteps. His voice was cold, showed no emotion, was different than usual. Jake tried to open his eyes, but his eyesight was still in poor condition. He could see only hazy shadows in front of him. Despite this, he rose to a standing position but quickly fell back down. He saw blurry shadows and colors moving in front of him - he knew it was Lucas. Jake's mouth filled with blood again and his vision slowly began to clear. He vomited in front of himself and it was almost all red, from what he could see, all blood.

“Oh, Jake… You look so pitiful when you're throwing up blood. I almost feel sorry for you" Lucas's voice mimicked to be concerned at first, but the sentence ended with a cold laugh. "I waited a long time before you woke up. A very long time. I thought you were dying or something. You scared me."

The borrower's vision finally cleared and what he saw made him wish he would still not be able to see. Or maybe even wish that he would have died in this forest.

Cage. He was in a cage.

Jake was in a small cage on Lucas' desk in his room. The cage was metal and impossible to open from the inside, let alone by someone as small as him. How was this possible? Did Lucas put him in a cage? Has he lost all his mind? The boy's body began to tremble more intensely, the vomiting reflex returned, and tears came to his eyes. He was terrified, devastated and furious. But mostly terrified. He wanted to look at Lucas, see what happened, believe it wasn't him at all, but he couldn't. He knew it was Lucas, but he wanted to hold on to a slender hope, he wanted to delude himself that it wasn't true.

"You know... I would feel stupid, even a little sad, if I killed you in that forest" the human voice sounded rough, but on some level also mocking and satirical "If you died there, you wouldn't see what I have prepared for you."

Jake lifted his head slightly and blood continued to drip from his mouth down his chin to the cages floor. His fear began to turn into anger, moreover rage. What right did someone who promised him support, care and safety in every situation have to now behave so recklessly? So terribly? So psychopathic? God only knew what possessed him, but whatever it was, it came from the deepest pits of hell.

"You have prepared something for me? Wow. First a broken rib and a kidnapping, and now another surprise? What a happy day for gifts from such monster." Jake's angry gaze finally reached the human, but he didn't seem bothered it. Besides, the words the borrower spoke didn't sound half as harsh as they were supposed to, because they were spoken by a creature the size of a mouse, locked in a cage, unable to stand on its own feet and spitting blood. Jake was pathetic at best.

"Are you that impatient to know what I'm going to do with you?" Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"It'd be nice to know what you're planning."

"Too bad. I haven't made a final decision yet. Fortunately, you're awake now and giving me more and more great ideas."

"What, are you going to lock me in this cage for the rest of my life and turn me into your little pet?" Jake spat blood "Or are you going to have bipolar disorder again and apologize and say you care about me?"

"You have very optimistic visions" Lucas smiled terrifyingly with teeth "Did you believe that I was really nice? Ha, you are even stupider than I thought. It was a farce, pretending so i could get you. Now you have no chance against me, I can take revenge for how you lied to me and left me. I can show you what the human you wanted so badly to pretend can do to a nothing like you."

Jake's eyes were filled with tears again, but he tried to suppress them.

"So that's how it must be. You were supposed to be a friend, but you turned out to be a monster. A wolf in sheep's clothing".

"You were supposed to be a friend, a human, but you turned out to be an edible animal. Who is really a wolf in sheep’s clothing here?" Lucas' words made Jake unable to hold back his tears anymore and he started shaking harder. The emphasis on the word 'edible' was obvious, and Jake knew it was a warning, maybe even a threat.

"Don't start this whole game of crying and begging for mercy. We both know you're below me in the food chain. You wanted to play "human", so now please, bear the consequences like a human. Maybe you want to fight? Settle it like men, like humans? But I can't promise that I won't crush you into flat with one move." Lucas spoke with a cold smile etched on his large face, looking at the tearful, shaking, terrified Jake with his ice-cold gaze.

Jake looked away from the giant, so as not to show how pathetically terrified he was of what was happening. His voice was shaking too much to speak and his body was hurting too much for him to think about how to get out of this hellish situation. For a moment he even wondered whether such a death would not be the best - quick, very painful, but quick. It was definitely better than what was supposed to happen.

"I even feel a kinda sorry for you" Lucas admitted "Nature hasn't equipped your species with a brain and survival instinct good enough to see through manipulation. But I must admit, you impressed me. When you pretended to be human, I was fooled. Too bad you didn't know back then how it would have ended for you, little creature."

Jake's heart began to beat much faster, his thoughts overwhelmed him, blood rushed to his mouth again, his entire body trembled with fear, and tears flowed mercilessly. The anger died in him. Every emotion but one died in him. He was completely consumed with fear.

Lucas rolled his eyes. "Enough of this talk, it's boring".

The man opened the cage door and before Jake knew it, his hand reached out to grab him. The borrower backed out at the last minute. However, it did not help him much, because despite his great effort to avoid the hand of his former friend aka the monster in front of him, he failed to repeat it and saved his life only for a few more seconds. The hellish pain in his chest cut off his ability to escape, and Lucas grabbed him the second time and took him out of the cage without much effort. Jake struggled, trying to get out of the grip he was in. His heart was beating much too fast and too loud. His breathing was restricted. The pressure on his already damaged chest was piercing him completely and crushing him from the inside. He didn't want to die just yet.

However, the threat of death was not the worst. Jake always believed there had to be something after death, so maybe it wasn't the worst. And even if there was nothing there, it would mean that death would end his suffering and that was comforting in a way. What was much worse was that Lucas could have had every terrible way in the world to kill him. But even that wasn't the worst, no.

The worst thing would be that even though Lucas would kill him, he would still love him. He would still be his brother. In his heart, Lucas would still be the most important person to him.

"Remember when we talked about borrowers?" Lucas smirked and brought the hand that Jake was in closer to himself. Jake gulped.

"Remember how I talked about meals made of borrowers?" his devilish smirk grew "Remember how I said I would eat one while it was still alive? How I would swallow it while it was still alive just to feel it dying in my stomach?".

"I'm b-begging y-you Lucas" Jake sobbed between heavy breaths and tears "Spare m-me".

"Nah, i don't think i will, lil' creature" the human smiled with his sharp teeth, looking down at the scared being in his hands.

Before Jake knew it, the hand he was in moved closer to Lucas' mouth. The human licked his lips.

"Any last words, lil' creature?" Lucas laughed.

Jake began to fall into the large monster's mouth. In the last seconds before colliding with the giant fangs of death, he shouted: "Lucas, please don't! Please Lucas!"

"HEY"

Jake looked around himself. He was sitting on Lucas' bed, the boy was sitting next to him, they were both human sized, and Lucas looked terrified.

"W-what's g-going on h-here?!" Jake shouted in horror, looking around and then directly at the human.

"Calm down, dude, you were only daydreaming for a moment and you scared me" said the boy, showing his friend to breathe.

"W-what..?"

"Well, we were playing video games and you won, remember? Then you suggested we have a conversation, you wanted to talk about something. I was waiting for you to say what it was all about, but you started daydreaming, sat quietly and thought about something and didn't react to me at all for a good 15 minutes, until tears just started falling down your cheeks. That's why I raised my voice, I'm sorry, but you scared me" Lucas tried to explain the situation.

Jake's eyes widened and he rubbed his eyes, wiping away the tears "Sorry, I was a little lost in thought, I didn't want to scare you Lucas, you're my best friend."

Lucas smiled widely, "You're my best best friend too."

"So what did you want to talk about Jake?"

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Thank you for reading! I hope you have enjoyed their story. Sorry for not posting for a long time, I hope new posts will make up for it❤️

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bramble-mouse · 9 months ago

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The Faery Doctor

Chapter 2

Tags: G/t, gentle giant, timid tiny, fantasy setting, adventure Content warnings will be tagged appropriately for subsequent chapters. These may include death, gore and vore. They will include no sexual themes. CW: Vore (non-fatal), gore, vomit, implied death (Trish is fine!) Minors, please do not interact!

A marriage of peace and fear saturated every inch of Trish’s body the moment she stepped foot in the northern woods. Places as old as these carried stories, the voices born of nature itself that whispered to any with an open ear. While kind things could dwell in wise old trees, hungry monsters lurked, cunning and smarter than any ordinary beast. In truth, Trish was unsurprised that poor tanner’s son had vanished here. She could taste the old magic in the air, the countless memories of blood.

If there’d been a road through these parts at some point, it hadn’t been maintained in a very long time. The only evidence it ever saw foot travel was an area where weeds didn’t grow between the remains of cobblestone. Trish had heard once from her mother that a great empire walked the world a long time ago, gifting roads, aqueducts and all manner of marvels to the common folk before departing to parts unknown. Some said these strange folk died out while others told of spying cities in the sky for a split second, only for them to vanish behind the dense cloud cover.

What would it have been like to know this mysterious folk, Trish wondered? Were they elves? Old fey that predated even the sidhe? Were they beyond mortal knowing? Perhaps there would never be a true answer to the question, but Trish satisfied herself with coming up with theories whilst she picked her way along the road.

The fork came quicker than expected- or perhaps Trish’s head had been so deep in the clouds she’d barely noticed time passing. She chewed on her lower lip. Perhaps being distracted was a poor choice.

At the centre of the fork was a ruined statue, only the legs and the bottom of a robe remaining, captured in cracked plaster. Trish lingered, reaching out to trace the weathered surface with curious fingertips. A twig snapped to her left.

Trish’s head whipped towards the source of the noise and found a wolf staring at her, stalk still and muzzle coated in gore. It’s eyes were intense, alien and focused entirely on Trish. Trish lowered her hand slowly, never once taking her eyes off the canine.

The wolf bolted and left its meal behind. She tiptoed forward out of morbid curiosity and peered over the small gathering of sparse brush.

Half a man’s torso, bare of clothing, with most of the ribcage exposed lay in a pile of gore and ichor on the permafrost. Trish covered her mouth and gasped, stumbling backwards away from the gruesome find. Was that from the tanner’s boy? No, frost giants generally ate their prey whole. The thought of the lad kicking as screaming as he was shoved into a maw of sharp teeth overwhelmed Trish with nausea.

The faery doctor found her feet and sprinted up the right path at the fork. There was nothing chasing her, yet she felt like a child rushing back upstairs when all the light went out for the night to escape the danger of shadows.

Trish knew what could be in these woods, and meeting man eating giants in their element would be a death sentence. She pushed on up the incline, remembering her duty as a doctor. She had a patient in need at the end of this path, and come what may, her journey would be worth it if she could treat what ailed him.

Blessedly, it was spring and the majority of the snow had cleared off from the mountainside. Occasionally Trish came across piles of dirt flecked ice that stubbornly refused to yield to the sun. The trees grew taller, scragglier here with little successful underbrush beneath their high boughs, and soon enough, there was no longer a road to follow. Trish kept her eyes forward nervously. Would she get lost?

The lake Filip mentioned came into view, sweet relief in the form of an open space peppered with wild flowers, grass still recovering from the weight of heavy winter snow now since mostly melted and the bullrushes that flanked a corner of the water. Ducks floated atop the still waters of the lake, disturbed only by their movements and the jumping of trout. The fish were large, no doubt lovely if baked with lemon and herbs and a good dollop of butter.

Trish felt sweat stick to her skin beneath her many layers. Despite the sunshine, she still felt the sting of the cold on her nose, a welcome relief after the most laborious leg of her trek. She longed to pause for a nap but there was a job to be done. Rest could come afterwards.

The faery doctor skirted around the lake and came to where the mouth of the cave should have been. Instead, there was a solid wall, seamless, jagged and unlikely to admit her any time soon. And yet the Sight bestowed upon her family generations ago by the faery yielded a flaw in the wall, a shimmering in a huge arch up the side of the cliff. Trish pulled out the stone Filip had given her and sure enough, the runes glowed, humming with a soft, electric power. The faery doctor drew in a few deep, grounding breaths before she touched the stone to the wall and watched her hand go through. The rest of her followed on nervous feet.

Inside of the cave was surprisingly bright, a tall corridor from the mouth illuminated by magical fire blue as sapphires. Every inch of this place thrummed with arcane power, both the wilder sort and the cultivated. The hairs on the back of Trish’s neck stood on end. She swore she smelled blood and ichor in the air still, shivering from both the chill of the higher elevation and the fresh memory of a discarded human torso.

There was a certain majesty to this place, carved into the very mountain as ancient dwarves had done. Though the handiwork was nowhere near as neat as a dwarf’s, the alcoves fit for the lights had been carved out by hand, high above on the walls. Trish still wasn’t sure she would get over just how high the ceiling was in this place. Would the end of this tunnel be just as massive?

Her answer arrived soon as she found a great opening nearly a hundred feet high, blocked off by a heavy patterned curtain embroidered with golden birds. The entire thing was beautifully sewn in a way only loving hands could craft.

Trish froze when she heard a pained groan from beyond the curtain. The voice was…big. Larger than any she’d ever known, like a clap of distant thunder.

‘I heard you treat anyone.’

The hooded woman had said.

Something dawned on Trish that turned her blood bitter cold.

Trish sidled around the heavy fabric and into a space that managed to be cozy despite being a cave. A kitchen counter had been carved from the stone, shaped and smoothed meticulously. She could not hope to spy what was on the countertops but she smelled something like stew and baked bread. There was a variety of rugs on the ground, handwoven, woolen and fur pelt alike. They served to make the hard ground more friendly to bare feet. There was a cold hearth straight ahead with an enormous iron stew pot over it, a well used kettle kept on the unlit augur in front of it. A plush cushion rested before the carved stone hearth, beside which was a ball of yarn and a half-knitted woolen shirt. Curiously, the shirt was a tiny thing, something made for someone her size rather than a giant.

A quick glance at the ceiling as Trish crept mouselike across the floor yielded a sight that made her gasp in quiet awe. Thousands of glowing crystals sprouted, like stars overhead. It was as if she were looking up at the nightsky, the soft myriad pinpricks of light chasing awake the lonely darkness in the cavern.

Another groan caught Trish’s attention and she snapped frightened eyes towards a large figure laid out on what appeared to be a bedroll. The figure appeared almost human- save for the sheer size, clad in simple grey breeches and a loose cotton shirt. The fellow must have been a good eighty feet tall, give or take. She was little more than a mouthful in comparison, and the consideration made Trish’s skin crawl.

But she was a faery doctor, Trish reminded herself, trying to bolster courage into limbs locked by terror.

She was a faery doctor and this creature was in pain. Trish had healed injured, grouchy dragons before, helped ogres with fevers and wargs with mange.

Would a giant be so different?

Trish decided not to dwell on that rhetorical question, lest what little bravery flee and send her running back the way she came.

“U…Um…Mister…Fr…Frio Frostfang?”

Trish’s small voice croaked out as she started forward towards the giant.

“E…Excuse me…Um..I…I’m s-s-sorry f…f..for b…barging in, I…”

Her throat closed up as the humongous figure sat up with some difficulty. The giant’s eyes reminded her of the wolf’s she’d seen in the woods- pale, with slit pupils and fixed upon her with the intensity that could only belong to a predatory sizing up if she was a worthy meal. And yet the rest of his face sat at odds with such an assumption, a soft mouth, smooth angles, and an expression that while sick, showed concern.

“...You…”

The giant spoke breathlessly, his voice low and resonant in the closed space.

“Forgive me, I…”

“A woman sent me to heal you.”

Trish blurted out with the same intensity as one vomiting. She froze, wide eyed and shocked and her entire face went beet red.

The frost giant regarded her carefully, and Trish did the same to him in return. She noted soft, white waves of hair that fell in his eyes and down his neck. He sported short horns, like a young buck’s. Trish wondered idly if they were soft and velvety like deer horn too. She also noted, much to her own chagrin, that this giant was unfairly beautiful, utterly unlike any depiction of the burly, bearded and terrifying frost giants she’d heard about.

The giant’s lips perked up at the corners into a smile that softened his gaze, but the welcoming expression was fleeting. He winced and doubled over, clutching his middle.

“M…my apologies. I am not usually so terrible…”

He grit his teeth, hissed

“...A host.”

Trish swallowed thickly.

“...N..No, no, you’re… you’re unwell and…you weren’t expecting me, s…so…”

She trailed off, playing with the end of one of her braids. The ribbon fastening the end had loosened.

“I…I should like to give you an exam…if…if you’re comfortable with it.”

Frio hummed in assent.

“Gladly. Though I would like to know the name of my healer, I might thank her properly afterwards.”

Trish found she couldn’t meet his eye. Was he..was he charming? Yes, this giant was charming and polite- a gentleman, of all things. Not at all what she would expect from a frost giant. And yet here Frio was, well spoken and minding his manners even when he felt under the weather. She chewed on her lower lip. She continued to play with her hair ribbon, feeling the smoothness of the mossy green silk.

“T…Trish Mctavish, sir. I…I’m Doctor Trish Mctavish.”

She stammered.

“Sir?”

Frio chuckled softly.

“Please, my dear. Frio suits me well enough.”

Trish’s heart pounded. His laugh was gentle, too.

Trish made to approach the towering figure and the closer she drew, the more her fear returned. Her blood surged through her veins, a deafening pounding in her ear. She fought to keep her breathing even.

“I would never hurt my benefactor, doctor. Be as at ease as you are able.”

Frio said, his voice low as if he could read her thoughts. She tilted her head up and caught sight of his nose twitching in a manner more beast than man. Had Frio smelled her discomfort? He smiled down at her.

“Ah, but…I should lay down. I doubt you would like to try and…”

He paused, his jaw clenching as another wave of pain from his middle surged through.

“Y-Yes please.”

Trish cut in.

Frio nodded and laid down gingerly, pressing into his belly with one hand. His fingers were tipped with dark talons. They looked sharp.

She stared at the side of his head, noticing that he wore a blue tear drop earring.

“W…Would you turn to… to face me please?”

Frio hummed in response and tilted his head to the side. His lashes were long and pale, a veil over his monstrous, yet kind eyes. She reached up to touch his forehead, painfully mindful of those immense gaze pinned to her form.

“You are quite pretty.”

He hummed, the statement decidedly too casual for the situation. Trish squeaked in response, her hand darting away. The giant laughed.

“My apologies. I am distracting you.”

Trish felt like she might explode from such velvety words- especially when they were close enough to rattle her very bones.

Trish went through a mental checklist as she scanned over his body. A mild temperature (at least for an ice aspected being), sharp pain in his belly, and persistent nausea.

“Would you...o…open…your…”

Trish trailed off.

A giant’s mouth. Trish felt her courage falter and dug her nails into her palms to push on.

“Mouth. I …I need to…see inside your…”

Frio frowned. He appeared as if he wished to say something, to offer some word of comfort. Instead, the frost giant parted plush lips and revealed long fangs, a bluish tongue and the cavernous darkness in the back of his throat. The sight set off alarms within Trish- her instincts begging her to run, to flee, to hide, that she was in danger.

Frio’s breath gusted past her frame, tousling her tartan dress, coat and hair. It smelled of elderberries, and felt like a welcome, sunny breeze in early spring.

Trish could do this. She was a faery doctor and Frio was her patient.

The little woman set down her pack, shed her coat atop the mound of her belongings on the ground and poked her head inside the giant’s mouth despite the protests screaming loudly in her head. She sought any sign of poor health- discolouration of the tongue, a sore in the cheek, any inflammation in the throat.

Trish backed up, shaking from the ordeal and the moment she was far enough away, Frio snapped his jaws shut, causing her to squeak.

“Ah…My apologies.”

He said. Trish noted his features were flush and he seemed hesitant to meet her eye.

“Perhaps I should give a warning next time? If there is one. I would not presume…”

Trish chewed on her lower lip and fiddled with her skirts.

“N..No, I…It’s alright.”

A moment of awkward silence passed between them both before Frio cleared his throat and turned onto his side fully.

“Do you know what ails me, Doctor Mctavish?”

Trish rubbed her upper arm. There were several potential diagnoses but none that make sense for the sharp pains Frio described. A dull ache or a sour feeling would have made more sense- food poisoning, or a giant’s strain of stomach flu. And yet…

“Frio, what did you have to eat when you first noticed these pains?”

She inquired.

The frost giant’s face fell. He pressed his lips into a thin line. His brow creased and it was not anger that crossed his features but shame.

“...A giant hunter.”

He admitted, and his own voice wavered.

Trish knew logically what most frost giants ate. By rights, she could be on Frio’s menu once he was well again. Perhaps it would be the best choice to leave him here in pain and run before he could scarf her down too.

But that look in Frio’s eye- Why would a frost giant feel shame for admitting he’d eaten what was natural to him?

“You don’t like to eat humans.”

Trish mused aloud, words that had been meant to stay in her head tumbling free.

Frio laughed humorlessly.

“My nature would have me kill thinking, feeling beings for no reason other than greed and hunger. It is…disgusting to me, every time I falter.”

Trish frowned.

“And…and you said he was…was a giant hunter, didn’t you?”

Frio’s eyes flew back towards her, lidded and tormented.

“I could excuse myself for murdering him because he wanted to kill me first. Yet that would taste like a lie. I chose to consume him like a common beast. A man who most assuredly had a family. Who will now be a hole left in a child's life, a widow’s heartache.”

Fear was a strange thing in Trish’s line of work. It could manifest so easily when dealing with a stranger. She felt it even when she treated ordinary human men. It ebbed and flowed as easily as a tide while Trish treated every manner of creature both friendly to humankind and enemy to it.

So when every last mote of fear fled from Trish’s body, replaced by the adrenaline of compassion, Trish decided to follow that flow- that ever wobbling march of fear and bravery every faery doctor required.

“I have met very many different souls in my profession,”

Trish spoke.

“And…When a man regrets his actions this way, I…I find that such mental pain can make his illness all the worse.”

She glanced towards the giant’s midsection, so far away from where she stood. She’d noted the telltale sounds of indigestion when she’d made her observations there.

Trish lamented when she realized just how far she was about to go for a patient.

“What I…I mean to say is…is that I trust a man who desires to cause no harm, even if he falters. Because someone who makes a mistake so terrible is that much more steadfast in his conviction not to do so again.”

Frio’s eyes shimmered, reflecting the glowing crystals on the ceiling. He reached for her gently, slowly and when Trish flinched at first, he paused, extending the back of his index finger claw to her. It was an invitation. Trish hesitated once before reaching for the fingertip, placing her hand atop the pad.

“You think whatever I consumed with the hunter must be responsible for my pain, I take it.”

He said in a near whisper.

“Just as well.”

Trish fluttered her lips.

“Did you…”

How should she word this…

“Did you…eat him whole? With…with all of his affects?”

Frio cleared his throat.

“I…Yes.”

Trish nodded slowly, her hand still rested atop his finger. The cogs turned in her head. Resignation had her shoulders sagging, her hands reaching for the hem of her dress to pull it up and over her head. She kicked her boots off.

“What are you…”

Frio inquired and stopped.

“I…I need to perform an…extraction. And…”

Trish swallowed nervously, her voice cracking

“An internal examination.”

Frio appeared as if he’d been slapped. His eyes went wide.

“Absolutely not!”

He balked.

“I am sure the pain will pass with time. I will not subject someone I hardly know to…this!”

Frio gestured towards his middle with a claw.

“So you would swallow a friend, then?”

Trish mumbled before she could catch herself.

Frio’s mouth hung open a little. He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose.

“No, no I would not.”

Trish, dressed in stays, bloomers and woolen stockings that only served to accentuate just how boney her tiny form was, padded closer to his mouth. Her hands shook. The cold and the fear crept ever nearer and Trish had to begin before she could back out.

“I-It’s the doctor’s orders, i…if you please!”

She countered.

“I…I will be alright. I…I…”

Trish knew the words the sought their place on her tongue. They calmed her. Somehow, some part of her, faery gift or her own innate instinct on people kicked in.

“...I trust you, Frio.”

The frost giant was clearly at a loss for words. He looked utterly horrified at the thought of consuming this frail little woman, terrified she would break at his slightest touch.

Gods, was she brave. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath.

“You have known me for mere moments and you would trust me.”

Frio said.

“You are either a kind or foolish doctor.”

He opened his eyes again, fixing them upon the little human in front of his face.

“Are you certain you are willing to do this?”

Trish chewed her lower lip and went to his mouth, placing a hand on his lip. He tensed at the touch, felt something inside of him twist wonderfully. The doctor had no idea the effect she had.

“Yes. I cannot leave a patient to suffer. No matter who he is.”

Trish felt the careful weight of the giant's fingers on her upper arm. She felt the gentle stroke, a reassurance.

“You have my word that I will keep you safe.”

He spoke with conviction that gave Trish no doubt he meant what he said.

The faery doctor nodded, grabbed a few things from her pack and returned to his mouth.

“C…Could you…?” She said.

“Of course.”

Frio replied and turned over, mouth open wide and chin on the ground. The giant’s posture brought to mind a prostrated man praying to his god for salvation in one of the great temples.

Trish steeled herself for what would come next- for the horror she would find within this (thus far) gentle being’s belly. She lifted her foot onto his lip and hoisted herself inside. Her first step sank into his tongue. Trish felt his shuddering breaths rush past her.

Drool pooled quickly beneath the giant’s tongue. Was Trish making Frio salivate? The thought was unsettling yet…not fully unpleasant, to be delicious. Something to unpack when she wasn’t about to journey to the literal belly of the beast shortly. Trish lowered herself down, keeping a tight hold on a little satchel of supplies that thrummed with magic. She could hear the squelching of his throat, the way it seemed all too eager for her arrival.

“...You can..”

Trish whimpered

“S…Swallow me..”

Frio’s tongue slid her towards the back of his throat and she gasped in surprise. The giant stopped instantly.

“K-Keep going!”

Trish insisted.

Frio sighed passed her little body and pushed her past the point of no return with a deep, meaty gulp.

Trish had never been swallowed before and frankly, the entire experience was terrifying. She shook and stifled sobs as the darkness of Frio’s squeezing throat forced her downwards. Claustrophobia, the imminent destination below her- the faery doctor’s eyes prickled with tears as her whole body shuddered in fear. A powerful heart hammered behind Trish. Was Frio afraid too? The erratic pulse nearly deafened her as she felt the final squeeze before a free fall into an active stomach. She let out a cry, muffled by walls of thick flesh as she dropped into a pile of liquid that made her skin tingle. Trish gasped and scrambled backwards in the dark until she felt a solid wall at her back. A loud gurgle vibrated the fleshy chamber.

The inside of Frio’s belly was pitch black, humid but blissfully not sweltering; Trish had his frost giant nature to thank for that small blessing. The stomach grumbled again, the distinct sound of imminent digestion. Regardless of Frio’s wishes, the giant’s stomach viewed Trish as food. She would need to work quickly.

As Trish dug about in her bag of holding, she heard a muffled, yet booming voice cut through the squishing, wet sounds of bodily organs working around her.

“...Are you alright?”

Frio. He was checking on her.

“Y..Yes! I’m..I’m just getting to work.”

She shouted back. Would the giant even hear her? Evidently so, because his heart rate calmed some at the evidence of her well-being.

“I will give you five minutes, doctor, before I bring you back up.”

Frio stated firmly.

The time limit was a bit of a comfort, but it also meant she had a tighter deadline to find the hunter’s remains and figure out how to deal with his armour. Trish groped about her bag of holding until she found her quarry- a little piece of expensive parchment. It glowed faintly, then brighter when Trish read its incantation aloud. A trio of glowing lights, yellow like sunflowers illuminated the rippling space.

Immediately, Trish noted that she was wading ankle deep in masticated stew- and floating human bones. She yelped at the gruesome sight and started to hyperventilate, the sour air making her nearly sick as it stung her eyes and throat. Trish reigned herself back in, thinking of her mother’s calm voice, lessons that ingrained deep in her psyche.

‘Deep breath. Assess the patient, find the ailment and the cause, determine the treatment.’

Trish’s lip quivered, her whole body trembling, but she cast her gaze around the inside of Frio’s stomach. Wrinkled pale blue flesh pressed in against her, writhing and alive. There was a mark along the lining and instantly, Trish knew it was the culprit of Frio’s pain. It weeped dark blue blood and appeared raw and angry, unable to heal when constantly irritated by the chaos of a working stomach.

“An open wound…”

Trish mused quietly to herself as she dug about in her bag for a solution. The holding enchantment afforded the doctor the ability to bring all manner of potions along to unique locations- and the perfect one for the job sat in her hands now, a soft lavender coloured liquid that resembled a milky sweet tea. Normally, Trish would have had a patient simply drink it but she doubted it would do little other than get lost in the rest of his stomach contents.

Trish felt her ankles begin to itch as stomach juices soaked through her stockings. She quickly but carefully poured the potion over the wound- and thankfully got enough on it before Frio let out a grunt of pain and the entire fleshy chamber shifted. Trish screamed as she was thrown backward against the opposite wall, the wind blown out of her. A splash of stomach liquid on her front made her panic. It burned.

“Gods, I am so sorry.”

The giant fretted.

Trish shoved a stomach wall, a silent reassurance that she was still alive and well, and heard the way Frio’s lungs filled and emptied like a relieved hurricane.

“Forgive me.”

She felt something press in against her. His hand, perhaps.

Trish found her balance again and toddered back over towards the site of the injury. It steamed and already, it was closing. Good. That would be enough.

And now, the disgusting bit.

Trish turned around with a grimace and stared down at the pile of bones surrounded by horrifically blood red, murky liquid. While even the bones had begun to slowly erode, the chain mail and the leather armour the hunter had worn over it remained nearly untouched. If the faint shimmer of magic rising off the articles was any indication, they were enchanted to be incredibly durable.

Frio’s stomach let out a bubbling groan around Trish, the wrinkled walls closing in on her. She wobbled but mercifully stayed upright; Trish never would have recovered from falling on the hunter’s corpse.

“Whatever you have done is working wonders.”

The giant’s voice spoke again with a deep sigh.

Trish chewed her lower lip. His relief would mean nothing if the armour made another wound. With that, the faery doctor let out a whine, picked up a vomit covered chain shirt and stuffed it into her bag of holding.

“Oh…Good heavens above…”

She gagged, the bits of tougher leather going in next. The bones Trish would leave. A frost giant could digest that when given enough time. The bag of holding would be the best method of transporting the indigestible bits out without potentially tearing up Frio’s throat even if Trish feared she’d never get the smell out.

Trish cinched the bag shut and found her voice again.

“I’m…I’m done!”

She called up.

Trish’s expulsion occurred faster than expected. Frio’s stomach lurched around the live human and propelled her and a load of chyme rapidly upwards. Trish’s shriek cut off in his throat.

Frio remained doubled over and coughed the little doctor up in a pile of half digested lunch. He caught his breath, then rolled over onto his side, his collapse like an earthquake.

The faery doctor stared up at the ceiling, panting, gulping in lungfuls of clean air.

Trish had just been in a stomach. In a stomach. In a giant’s bloody stomach.

And she was still alive to hopefully never tell the tale to a living soul.

She shivered in the open air, her whole body soaked and slimy. Trish felt dizzy, overwhelmed.

Shock prevented her from registering when a pair of massive, gentle hands slid beneath her body and lifted her up. Trish’s last view before passing out consisted of two frantic, pale eyes fixed upon her, and a soft, rumbling voice apologizing repeatedly and thanking her in a jumbled mess of words Trish felt too exhausted to make out.

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slenderfurdirty · 6 months ago

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Since this blog seems to be gaining a small amount of traction, I suppose it’s time I make an actual intro/pinned post.

Obligatory Minors DNI: seriously, there is shit in this blog that will fuck you up mentally and emotionally. I speak from experience.

I go by Fang, mostly. More on that later.

My clean blog (mostly for fandom stuff or the like) is @slenderfurclean

My writing blog (that I swear I’m gonna start using again) is @thewornoutandtired

While I’m accepting of most people, I don’t consider anything I’m involved with a safe space for anybody’s mental health. Consider this a warning.

I try to respond to asks as I see them, but I work long hours so it may take time.

Still with me after all that? Then welcome! You can get more info on me below.

Names

You can call me Fang, Pup, Angel, or Bro (Little or Big Bro is fine too). Most pet names (baby, sweetie, darling, etc.) are fine too.

Please do not call me pet, toy, slave, or degrading names unless I have given you permission to do so.

If you wanna call me something else that you don’t think is covered here, just ask me. I’ll tell you yay or nay, with no hard feelings.

Actual intro

I’m a 26 year old bisexual submissive guy, though I call myself a switch because on rare occasions I like to think about domming. I live in the US, and spend what little time I’m not working either reading, writing, gaming, or laying in bed craving death. I try to keep politics out of my tumblr life, but there’ll probably be some in here eventually.

Kinks you’ll see in here:

It’d be impossible to list em all, especially with how nuanced kink is becoming, so I’m just gonna hit some of the big ones and warn you that you’ll find all kinds of stuff in here.

Femdom

Pegging

Humiliation & degradation

Praise kink

Crossdressing/feminization

Omorashi/watersports

Teratophilia/monsters

Furry

Chastity

Exhibitionism

Fauxcest

Overstim

CnC/dubcon

Intox

Petplay

Masochism

Hard Limits

Things I won’t do. I’m a snarky bastard, so if you push me on them, expect to get told off if I don’t just block you. This list will expand as things come up.

Snuff

Gore

Vore

Scat

Diapers

Vomit

Musk

Feedism

Feet

Findom (I’m so fucking broke)

Minors (seriously, leave the kids alone)

Branding

Extreme damage

Rape (giving)

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inkysdelight · 15 days ago

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The void calls to you...

Wow. i guess im really doing this...wow.

ok here we go

Rules

This blog includes smut. Minors and ageless blogs DNI.

be warned, I do love my doves extra dead. there WILL be dark content, trigger warnings will be posted before all my writings.

i will only write for Male or Gender neutral readers. sorry Fems but i get supper uncomfortable writing a char that is suppost to represent the reader in feminine ways. I will do Trans reader though! ^^

under ABSOLUTELY NO CIRCOMSTANCES Can my writing be reposted or fed to AI. If you want to use the plot of one of the stories to make an chat bot, ASK ME FIRST. and if i do say yes, i REQUIRE credit. i work hard on these things guys. ive already had some of my writing stolen before, dont wanna do it again. :(

What i will write: masc reader, Gn reader, Trans reader, domtop reader, dombot reader, chubby reader, nonhuman reader, fuff, angst, slasher, horror, knife kink, lactation, CNC, Dub-con, breeding kink, daddy kink, Feminization, objectification, non con, cervix penetration, hypno, Unhealthy relationships, Cannibalism, Torture, Stalking, blood, gore

I Claim the right to not respond to ANY REQUEST or anon that makes me unconfortable. if you dont know if ill write it- ask about it! i promise im nice!! ^^

What i wont write: piss play, omorashi, watersports, scat, vore, subbot reader, subtop reader, fem reader, food inflation, vomit, pedophilia, loli, necrophilia.

About me

Hi! ^^ Welcome, you can call me JJ or squid! he/him or they/them, im a NB masc presenting with too many hyperfixations to count. i like little wet cat gay men and phatetic red flag boys with tits.

Please! send me a anon request! i love talking to people...no really plz send me a request and talk to me. im lonely over here in the void :( Charecters

Ross - Loyal Worshiper : Intro (out now). First meeting (Unreleased)

Avrey - Crazed stalker: Intro (unreleased), First meeting (Unreleased)

More to come...

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#sub yandere #sub male character #introduction #male reader #gn reader #yandere x male reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere reader

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notalotjust4ever · 10 months ago

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Welcome to my blog! 🎀

REQUESTS

WHAT I WILL WRITE FOR

No x Reader im sorry lovelies</3

TWILIGHT

Jasper Hale X Alice Cullen (ROMANTIC ONLY)

Bella Swan X Edward Cullen (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

Rosalie Hale X Emmet Cullen (ROMANTIC ONLY)

Carlisle Cullen X Esme Cullen (ROMANTIC ONLY)

Renesmee + Any of the Cullens/ EX: Renesmee + Rosalie (PLATONIC ONLY)

Any of the Cullens + Any of the Cullens/ EX: Jasper + Rosalie (PLATONIC ONLY)

Any of the Cullen’s + Bella/ EX: Bella + Emmet (PLATONIC ONLY)

SPIDERMAN (RAIMIVERSE)

Harry Osborn X Peter Parker (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

Mary Jane X Harry Osborn (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

Mary Jane X Harry Osborn X Peter Parker (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

⋰˚☆ ⋰˚☆ ⋰˚☆ ⋰˚☆ ⋰˚☆ ⋰˚☆ ⋰˚

A GUIDE TO MY ASKS

WHAT I WILL 🚫NOT WRITE

Bathroom kInks (Pi$$/ Vomit/ Sc@t/ EprOctO/ EructO)🚫

KInks I am personally not into (Foot kInk, Feeder!sm/ WG kInk, vOre, InflatiOn)🚫

Necro🚫

Sexualized age regression🚫

!ncest/ !ncest play🚫

Su!cide/ Self-Harm, I will write suicidal thoughts or a character in recovery from self-harm but not somebody in the process of doing harm to their body or taking their life!!

R@pe, Non-Con, Dub-Con, or Consented Non-Con🚫

NSFW about any character under 18+ (Renesmee) 🚫

Anything I deem too toxic or aggressive, abuse, extreme yandere, violent NSFW🚫

Extremely violent and detailed murd3r, body horror, gor3🚫

Kn!fes in the bedroom🚫

Threat RP🚫

Any text that encourages an ED, I will write characters suffering from an ED/in recovery from an ED, but no pro-@na/ED propaganda🚫

Major character death🚫

Extreme angst🚫

Racism🚫

Any other POV than 3rd person (just a personal preference!) 🚫

Character X Reader (also personal preference!)🚫

WHAT I ✅WILL ✅WRITE

Characters with a disability or chronic illness! I'm actually so happy to write these, as a person with a chronic illness I believe representation is important in all forms (yes even fan-fiction). These requests might take a bit longer though just because I would like to do my research so I can portray the disability/ chronic illness correctly.✅

Neurodivergent Characters! (Written by neurodivergent author:D) ✅

Characters who you head canon as not cis! I also have my personal headcannons and not all of them line up with the canon so of course will be happy to write any character as trans (MTF/FTM), Non-binary, or gender fluid:) gender is beautiful folks!✅

Mild yandere behavior✅

Slightly suggestive works (WILL HAVE A WARNING) ✅

Smut (WILL HAVE A WARNING) ✅

K!nk (this changes in a case to case bases but chances are I will say yes more than I say no EXCEPT if it is one of the k!nks in the no-no area (WILL HAVE A WARNING) ✅

A character struggling with bullying or ableism✅

•Fluff✅

•Hurt Comfort (PLEASE PLEEK I LOVE HURT COMFORT ITS MY BABA)✅

Light angst✅

Active ED recovery!✅

Headcannons✅

GENERAL RULES AND TIPS FOR ASKS

Please do not interact with my NSFW posts if you are not 18+, it is more comfortable for both of us.

Don’t be afraid to talk to me! Ask me about my day, what I had for lunch, headcannons, whether I think Jasper would still love Alice if she was a worm LITTERALLY WHATEVA🎀 I’m here to talk to y’all and share my silly thoughts!

Please be specific with your requests! I don’t want to get something wrong plus it just makes for a better story!

I will not write your request or answer if you are being rude/ impatient, I have a life outside of Tumblr too<3

Please don’t ask me any personal questions that will risk my safety or security, I will not reply.

Please remember I am not perfect, I might not get to your request right away, I might get something wrong, be forgiving with me.

Please don’t fill my ask box with character hate.

If I refuse an ask just remember it’s not anything personal, I just didn’t feel comfortable writing what you requested.

Have fun! This is a safe space where you will find there is no place for judgement or haters!

WHO I WILL RP FOR⋆.*ೃ✧

DM’s are always open for RP

୭̥°⋰˚ ALICE CULLEN ୭̥°⋰˚

✦°．• JAPSER HALE ✦°．•

•ू♡ HARRY OSBORN •ू♡

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GENERAL RULES AND TIPS FOR ASKS

Please do not reach out unless you are 18+, I’m sorry I’m just not comfortable doing an RP with a minor.

The rules for RP are the same as my writing rules as it goes for do’s and don’ts so check it out above!

I only RP in advanced literate style. Check out the RP styles here⬇️

Please be understanding, I will probably not reply right any especially not on a week day as I have a job and hobbies🎀

If I refuse an RP please remember it’s not anything personal, I just didn’t feel comfortable doing the RP you purposed.

Please do not vent to me in my DM’s, I will not reply to keep my own peace.

THIS INTRO IS TEMPORARY UNTIL I GET THINGS MORE ORGANIZED ON THIS BLOG WITH MASTERLISTS🩰

Thank you🎀

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voraciousvore · 3 months ago

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The Tiny (Chapter 13)

Chapter 1 | Previous (12) | Next (14)

Content Warning: blood drinking, soft unwilling nonfatal vore, vomiting

Word Count: 3.3k

------ Chapter 13: Drink ------

When we get up the next morning, Jackie describes to me what she needs in order to practice magic. She tells me that the stone I bought her can aid in drawing out magical energy, if she indeed has the capacity to perform magic, but she needs it to be fashioned into an article small enough for her to keep on her person. I smash the lapis lazuli with a hammer, smooth the edges with a file, and tie a thin thread around one of the shards so she can wear it like a necklace.

Additionally, she elaborates on the different types of magic. She theorizes that she might be able to use lightning magic, since she was struck by a magic blue bolt that brought her to the Land of Giants. She also believes blood magic is a possibility, though I note some reticence when she brings up the topic.

“Blood magic? Sounds ominous,” I jest.

“Ah, well.” She fiddles with her hands.

“Jackie? What is it?”

“In order to use blood magic, I have to… um… drink giant blood.” She flashes me an uneasy smile. “Imbibe the essence into my body, so to speak. Much like how the lightning coursed through me.”

“Oh! I… I see. I suppose I could oblige…” I’m a bit discomfited by the notion, but I grab a knife from the kitchen and bring it over to her. When Jackie beholds the gleaming silver of the blade, she whitens.

“Sorry,” I say softly, concealing the sharp edge with my fingers. I nick my fingertip with a muted grunt and squeeze out a drop of blood. I lower my hand to her level, presenting her with the rich ruby ball of fluid. “Here you go. Bon appétit, my darling.” I chuckle.

She makes a face before draining the drop to a smaller size with an exploratory drink. “Ugh!” she cries, pulling back. “Gross!”

“You don’t like how I taste?” I joke, pretending to be offended. I suck the rest of the drop off my finger.

She sticks out her tongue. “No! It’s too thick and metallic.” She wipes her mouth on her arm. “Bleh. How could anyone like the taste of blood?”

“Er…” I get flustered. I’ve never sampled Jackie’s blood, but I’m sure the flavor would drive me wild. Even just the smell excites me. I probably shouldn’t enlighten her with those details, however. I tactfully change the subject. “What’s the point of drinking my blood, if you already have the power of lightning?”

“Different types of magic are necessary for different spells,” she clarifies. “For instance, lightning magic is good for creating portals, changing the weather, and shocking or stunning enemies. Blood magic has a lot of interesting uses, like healing and protection spells, or manifesting nutritious food. Even temporary size-shifting. Making it highly desirable, if I can master it.” She smacks her lips and grimaces. “Can you bring me some water?”

“Of course, my love.” I fetch a glass and dangle her over it so she can wash out her mouth.

“Ah, much better.” I cup her in my hand and plant a small kiss on top of her head. She hums with happiness and pecks my thumb. “Anyways, not everyone can use magic, or even multiple types of magic. I don’t know if I have a natural affinity for any of this stuff. But I want to try!”

The fire in her eyes warms my soul. I love to see her passionate about her interests. “I believe in you Jaclyn! I’ll do anything I can to help!” I promise, pressing my lips to her again, this time over the front half of her body. She beams.

A few days pass. I observe Jackie as she practices all the tips and tricks she read in her books. She meditates, recites chants, performs hand movements and special exercises. The lapis lazuli charm I fashioned for her almost never leaves her neck, except when she’s bathing or allowing me to “eat” her. She obsessively grips the stone in her fist and familiarizes herself with every imperfection of the smooth, cool surface.

She makes no progress. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I see no portals or electric bolts. Not even a spark. I can tell how distressed she is as she recedes into herself, preoccupied with her troubles. I help when I can. I read her books and research the subject, to see if there’s something we’re missing. I give her space when she needs it. I act as a source of comfort when she’s upset. I treat her well, feed her, and attend to any need she may have. I make sure she takes breaks when she gets too stressed or frustrated, and sleeps when she’s fatigued.

I do whatever I can to support her, but she’s grinding herself down faster than I can build her up. She’s strong-willed and resilient, yet I can plainly recognize her growing fear that she will never see her friends and family again. She’s growing more desperate, though she doesn’t talk about it with me. We sit silently through dinner. Jackie picks at her food while I eat mine mindlessly. As much as I’d like to dine on her tonight, I can sense now is not a good time.

I clean up the table and stack the dishes in the sink. “Chester,” Jackie calls. Her tone is serious.

I turn around and give her my full attention. “Yes?”

“There’s one thing I haven’t tried yet.”

“Oh?”

She pauses. “According to one of my texts, magical potential can be released ‘under extreme duress or in a life-threatening situation.’ But I don’t know how I’d be able to simulate such a circumstance…” She shrugs, dejected.

I stare down at her, thinking hard. My stomach gurgles, digesting its fill, and a very devious scheme coalesces in my brain. My desires align like stars of fate: I want to help her, but I also want to eat her alive, swallow her whole, relish her squirms in my digestive system. A golden opportunity has presented itself that I can’t pass up. I’d be justified in consuming her, even if against her will, in order to fulfill such a condition. My mouth salivates with anticipation.

With my heart racing, I open the fridge and grab a bottle of beer. I’ll have to maximize her fright and toy with her for my plan to bear any fruit. I strip off the label and throw it away, so I can see the interior through the walls of dull brown glass. I sit down at the table, staring down at Jackie with a look I hope is menacing. She tilts her head with confusion.

I strike swift and hard like a snake, snatching Jackie off the table and stuffing her down the neck of the bottle. She plunks into the beer with a splash and resurfaces, coughing and spitting, with a stunned look. She swims to the glass, slaps her palms on the surface, and glares at me.

“Chester!” she snaps. “Why did you do that?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to drink you up,” I tease, a roguish grin plastered on my face. I can hardly contain my enthusiasm as I rotate the bottle in my fingers, stirring Jackie in the frothy liquid. She looks very refreshing.

“Chester, this is silly. It won’t work because I’m not afraid of you.” I call tell she’s lying by how her voice wavers. My toothy grin widens further and I lick my lips. I can’t wait to take a drink. I raise the bottle to my lips and tilt it back, pouring a small sip down my throat. Even though she doesn’t flow into my mouth, a hint of her flavor tantalizes my taste buds nonetheless.

“Chester, I changed my mind. I don’t want to do this anymore. Please let me out.” Her rising fear is clearly apparent. I wilt with disappointment as my heart wins out over my stomach. As much as I yearn to ingest her, I know I shouldn’t.

Before I can respond, the front door rattles with a loud knock. I’m so startled by the interruption, I nearly drop the bottle.

“Chester, are you home?” a giant bellows from the other side. My gaze meets Jackie’s, and we both blanch as we recognize simultaneously the gravity of the situation. To my horror, the door opens without my input and a fat man strolls in, one I know all too well.

“Hey there ol’ Chestnut, haven’t seen you in forever! Hiding in the woods as always eh?”

“B-brother!” I stammer in an abnormally high pitch. Shit! This is bad!

“I see you’ve already started cracking beers without me!” my brother guffaws. I gape in disbelief as his beefy hand grabs the bottle right out of my grasp. He lifts the beer to his mouth eagerly.

“Wait Jasper! Don’t drink that!” I exclaim, scrambling to stop him. To my relief, the bottle halts before it enters the hazardous void of his maw. I can see Jackie floundering wildly within, trapped in a circle of glass. Jasper, of course, is oblivious.

“Why?” he questions. He sniffs the beer suspiciously, and a dreamy look spreads across his features as Jackie’s scent tickles his nostrils. “Wow, that beer smells amazing! Almost like there’s a little human in there!” He laughs heartily, jiggling his paunch.

“Well…” What the hell am I supposed to say? If I tell him there’s a real live human, he’ll only be more stoked about swallowing her down. “They came out with a new flavor of beer that’s supposed to taste like humans. But you shouldn’t drink it, it’s disgusting. Total garbage.” I bite my lip, praying he’ll buy my lie.

“Huh.” Jasper examines the bottle, swirling it around in his hand. Jackie flits around helplessly inside, still evading his notice due to how infinitesimal she is. I feel like I’ll snap under the tension.

“I’m willing to give it a shot,” he utters, snipping my last string of composure. Before I can stop him, he tosses back the beer and chugs it. I behold Jackie’s horrified expression as she slides through the neck of the bottle and disappears through his lips. His neck bulges with thick gulps as he swallows, sending her straight to his belly.

“No!” I cry out, ripping the bottle out of his hand and throwing it to the side.

Jasper laughs, assuming my act is all a big joke, and smacks his chops with satisfaction. “Ahh! That was great!”

Wrath flares up in my gut. My brother, with his flippant attitude, drives me up the wall with his inability to take anything seriously. “You idiot!” I yell, clenching and unclenching my fists. “I told you not to! Why did you drink it? Spit her out!”

Jasper knits his eyebrows together, puzzled. “Slow down brother, why are you so angry?”

I huff at his cluelessness, barely able to restrain my rage. “My friend was in there! Her life is in danger, inside your stomach! Throw her up, NOW!”

“Huh?” He’s even more lost now as he itches his head, completely baffled.

I pinch my brow with my fingers, gritting my teeth. “My friend… a human. She was in the bottle.”

“What? A real human?” Jasper asks incredulously. Understanding dawns on his face as he finally connects the dots.

“Yes!” I shout with exasperation, waving my arms. “You ATE her!”

“Well, what’s wrong with that?” Jasper retorts, scratching his belly with a nonchalance that makes me want to strangle him. “You put her in the bottle in the first place.”

“AUGHHHH!” I squawk, throwing up my hands. My temper spikes and I crank back my fist to punch Jasper in the stomach, with the hope that I can force him to expel her. Jasper’s eyes widen with alarm and he raises his own fists to defend himself.

Before we can exchange blows, however, Jasper unexpectedly groans with pain and crumples to his knees. “Oh… my stomach…” He grips his midsection, bends over, and barfs all over the floor.

I spy Jackie flapping in the muck and spring into action, rescuing her from the puddle. I rush over to the kitchen sink to wash off the acid, ignoring my brother entirely as he continues to cough and gag dramatically. I’m bristling with a mix of ire and concern as I hurry over to the privacy of the bathroom to get Jackie properly cleaned and dressed. Luckily, she doesn’t appear to be hurt or burned.

I’m embroiled in an avalanche of frenzied emotions as my fingers meticulously rub and prod at the tiny woman in my care. Just when it seemed like we had reached a stable point in our relationship, with our worst hardships behind us, this had to happen. Eaten again. Will this incident be the last straw for her? I’m dreading what Jackie will say once the shock of the situation wears off. I dry her with a towel, my heart fracturing yet again. I won’t be able to bear rejection if she ultimately refuses me.

“Chester! It worked! I was able to use lightning magic!” she squeals with a smile as she puts on a set of clean clothes. This... was not the reaction I expected. She must still be in a state of stupefaction. I assume her magic must’ve caused Jasper to throw up. Distressed and frustrated, I sigh and massage my temples as I search for the right words to mend my wrongs.

“Jackie, you know I had no intention of actually eating you, right? I was just trying to scare you! I didn’t know my stupid brother was going to show up.” I really was planning to let her out when she got scared; it’s not a total lie. I get closer to her for comfort, as if she’s a warm candle in a cold room, placing my hands next to her on the counter.

“It’s okay. No harm done,” Jackie assures me, patting my knuckle. “And your brother didn’t even know I was in there. I don’t blame him.”

“Just wait here, I’ll show him out the door,” I snarl.

“No, it’s alright. He can stay.”

I cock a brow, perplexed. “Seriously? Even after all that?”

“Yes,” she persists. “I figure I have to meet your family at some point, if I’m going to stay here in the Land of Giants with you.”

My jaw unhinges at this bombshell. My feverish thoughts screech to a halt. The rigidity releases from my muscles, and I suddenly feel cozy and warm, as if I’ve been swaddled in a fuzzy blanket. Jackie never ceases to amaze me. “That’s true,” I admit in a subdued tone.

Jackie gazes up at me with a tender smile. Her soft brown eyes reflect only kindness and love, without a shred of resentment. I melt. “Alright. Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask her to confirm.

“Yeah,” she agrees, though I detect a flicker of nervous energy. I offer her protection and support via my open palm. Courageous as always, she leaps into my hand and sits down, fitting perfectly into the dip in the middle, as if she always belonged there. “I’m ready.”

I share in her anxiety as I chauffeur her back to the kitchen. I’m not sure how my brother will react to the idea of me dating what he essentially perceives to be a sentient snack. Though Jasper harbors no ill will towards humans, he doesn’t possess any moral qualms about eating them either. And I don’t even want to think about the rest of my family!

When I enter the kitchen, I find Jasper sitting at the table, throwing back another beer. I’m surprised to see he cleaned up his mess, though he appears frazzled. He spots us and flushes, particularly as his green eyes, a shade darker than mine, fall on Jackie.

“S-sorry about that,” he directs to her, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I didn’t know you were in that bottle.”

I’m surprised to see Jasper taking the matter seriously. I suppose my extreme response, to the point where I was willing to engage in physical violence with my own brother, underscored how important Jackie is to me.

“It’s alright,” Jackie squeaks tremulously from my hand. “I know it wasn't your fault. I forgive you.”

Jasper seems relieved that she accepted his apology, but her words are followed by an awkward pause as none of us know what to say next. I clear my throat, realizing I need to step in and provide some social lubricant with proper introductions. “Jasper, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend. This is Jaclyn.”

That emotionally charged word—girlfriend—is met with stunned expressions from both parties. Jackie blushes hard and turns around to face me, her mouth open. I smile down at her lovingly and she brightens like a ray of sunshine, obviously enamored.

“Girlfriend?” Jasper parrots, quirking a brow. He shoots me a skeptical look.

“Chester, you can let Jasper hold me if he wants. So he can see me better,” Jackie chirps boldly. Yet again, I’m impressed. I can't imagine being Jackie’s size and voluntarily entering into the hands of the man-eating giant that just consumed her alive. Jasper, too, raises his eyebrows at her daring proposition.

In opposition to her verbalization, her body vibrates slightly in my palm. I’m tempted to clasp her to my chest and hide her instead, but I respect her autonomy. I know I can trust my brother not to harm her, so I hold out my hand and present her freely to him. He pauses before bridging his hand with mine so Jackie can cross over. She cautiously steps into his palm and settles on her knees. Jasper lifts her to eye level to examine her. Jackie doesn’t falter, staring right back into the colossal eye in front of her.

“You’re pretty,” he says in a soft voice. “And very brave. I don’t think I’ve ever met a human who wasn’t absolutely terrified of a huge giant like me.”

Jackie finally breaks, averting her gaze shyly. “Thank you.”

“I can see why you like her,” my brother remarks, turning to me. To my relief, he hands Jackie back over to me. I receive her and wrap my hands protectively around her, even though she’s no longer quaking. I’m pleasantly surprised by my brother’s respectful restraint in how he treats her. The interaction went better than I could’ve ever hoped for.

“What brings you out to my neck of the woods, Jasper?” I ask, changing the subject. I don’t get visits often.

Jasper smacks his forehead. “Oh, I completely forgot with all the excitement! There’s a game on tonight. I thought you might want to watch it with me.” He glances over at the clock ticking away on the wall. “It probably started already.” He hurries over to the living room, clicks on the TV, and plants his butt on the couch.

“We’ll be over there in a minute,” I call. I bring Jackie up to my lips, curling my hands around her tenderly. “You did so well! I’m proud of you,” I purr. In a swell of passion, I kiss her sensually, covering her delicate body with my lips. She runs her hands along my lips and kisses me back in a heated embrace. Oh, how I wish to forget Jasper altogether and retire to the bedroom instead...

“Thanks, Chester,” she murmurs in honeyed tones. “I like being your girlfriend. And I love you.”

I rest my lips on her body, reveling in the soft hills and valleys of her delightful feminine form. She’s mine, all mine. I’m so grateful that we overcame another hurdle unscathed. I’m so grateful for her strength. We are bound to each other, closer than ever. “I love you too.”

Chapter 14

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