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its-warm-in-here · 2 months

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Teeth 2

Well, here we go again! this is still gross, but some people seem to enjoy it so I kept going! If you like it or have any feedback, I'd love to hear it!

Link to Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/its-warm-in-here/741702465482883072/teeth?source=share

Alastor x !DeerDemon! Reader

Warnings: imbalance of power, cannibalism, i guess this falls into vore??

A nervous voice rings like a bell, jerking you back to consciousness. “Where’d you say they were?”

The light above you is bright and blinding on one side. In the other eye, not so much. Every nerve blazes in agony. Your neck is bent at a bad angle, but you give your remaining good leg a kick. Pain. Acute and grinding rips through. Breathing is sharp and your ears ring. Still, you try to focus. Above, uncertain strangers bicker. “Just outside the fence. Its bizarre. There's not many cars around here and it's not like they could have dragged themselves halfway across the Pentagram in that state.”

“Are you saying someone put them there?”

“Not tryin’ to be discouraging or nothin’, but they look a little ehhh...Roadkill-eysh.”

Hell, you certainly felt like it.

“The innards are spilling!” another squeaks and giggles, then something pointy jabs into your gut.

“Not helping, Niffty,” a lower female voice scolded and shooed away the tiny, stabbing demon off. “Still. They’re looking better off than most hell carrion I’ve seen. At least they could get themselves to us before any cannibals came sniffing.”

You cough and the vision finally comes swimming back to your other eye. Demons of all sorts hover above, the blond one desperately tries to tend to the worst of your wounds but seems to be panicking more than anything while her partner tries to intervene. The air in your chest rattles with each breath as your ribs pop and crack back into place. You try to say something but the only sound you get is a sort of half weeze. Probably have a collapsed lung or something. Fuck that truck driver. Double damn him! Regeneration never feels good, but at least it didn't take too terribly long, like some sinners you knew. Even if it was agonizing. Give it a day or so and you’d be right as rain, with or without the help of this Hotel Staff.

That being said, you hoped they knew what they were doing. Healing a broken bone took some time and if they made it worse, that’d just slow you down even more. And you can’t have that. While the strangers fret above, your head lolled to the side. There, in the doorway another figure lingers. It's just a silhouette, you can tell they're tall, but the thing that catches your eye is that impossibly wide, yellow grin. That stands out against the shadows like its glowing. It's so familiar. And unsettling.

Several hands take hold of your limp shoulder and someone starts counting, “On three, okay? One. two. Three!” tears prick your good eye and you can’t stop the scream that rips from your chest but it quickly dies to a whimper. It's painful, debatably than before, but you can feel your fingers again. Your eyes flutter as you teater on the edge of consciousness. Head falling to the side once more, you let the hotel staff continue tending to the big gash over your hip.

You can’t hear it over the bickering of your saviors, but the figure in the hall’s mouth opens in what you can only assume is a chuckle by the way their chest flutters. If anything this face looked, for lack of a better word, pleased. With one final leer, that smile swept out of view. Something in you churns.

“Charlie, I’m gonna need you to keep their leg still,” the only voice with any reason orders. Her partner hops-to in response and two little hands grip the injured leg. “Okay, um, sorry I don't know your name, but this is gonna hurt.”

It does. Then everything goes black again.

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It happens again when you’re cleaning up after dinner.

Creole food is great and all, but it uses everything in the kitchen, and it sticks bad on the pan. Niffty was busy with clearing the table and getting the exorbitant amount of dishes loaded into the wash. Besides, with her little arms, she’d end up head first in the big pot. So it fell to you to scrub the oversized dutch oven tonight. You’ve been working on this for a good ten minutes but the remaining fond caked onto the base was just was not giving up. Somehow, you’ve managed to slosh soapy water all up your sleeves and onto the front of your shirt. Cursing under your breath, you apply your best elbow grease to the base of the pot.

There's the briefest touch at the top of your tail then a quick yank on the hair. You yelp, whirling around. “What the actual fuck-”

“You know, if you leave it soak, that will be much easier to handle,” the radio demon muses. His gaze is fixed on the bit of hair he’d plucked, rolling it back and forth between his fingers. “And I'd avoid that steel wool. Can't have you ruining my best pot.”

Scowling, you dry your hands on a soaked apron then put them on your hips. “Well, maybe if the chef took some responsibility to clean up his dishes, I wouldn’t be putting his cookware in danger.”

The corners of his mouth quirk up and he tucks the tuft of fur into his breast pocket. “I’ve been wondering if you were still interested in continuing our arrangement.”

Your throat goes dry and hair goes on end. That's a bit to the point. Its not like your last interaction had been dominating your mind or anything. And its not like you’d had some rather... vivid nightmares on the subject. Nothing at all like that. It stirs a mixture of emotions, pained but intrigued. If Alastor is asking after another ‘nibble,’ then he’s been thinking about this too. And that might entail another favor. “I’d be lying if it hadn’t crossed my mind.”

“Excellent. I must say after a meal like that, I'm in the mood for a little... entremet.”

That makes your head spin. This cant be like last time. Not with so many rules that hadn't been set, too many boundaries that could be tested. Not with him so smug. “Oh, o-of course.” He’d been respectful thus far, but that didn't mean he wouldn’t pull something nasty in the second encounter. “But I need some ground rules, Alastor,” you step back, bumping against the counter and he closes in. Cornered again. Your ears drop and he can't look more pleased. Heart hammering, you put on your best smile. “You get your palette cleanser but I pick where you bite. And you stop when I say.”

He hums and straightens himself to his full, towering height. “Sounds like a deal.” Green swirls around his extended hand and dread fills your belly.

Quickly, you snap your hand up, pinky held aloft between you. “N-no deals. This is a promise. Alright?”

Alastor’s eyes narrow as he contemplates your offer. This is a bad idea, right? Before you can consider the consequences, his pinky locks with yours. “Promise.” There's a rush of energy and a small burst of green. He lets go, rolling his shoulders as he tucks his hands into the small of his back, and leaving you dumb founded, staring at your empty hand. “Give that pot another scrub then meet me upstairs.”

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There's no answer when you knock. Briefly you think to wait in the hall, but the voices of Husk and Angel echo up the nearby stairwell. So you duck in, surprised to find the door unlocked. Once more, you are greeted by the outside air contrasted by the roaring warmth of the hearth. You linger near the door, as you haven’t been officially invited in.

Swallowing, you stare up at the mounted antlers and taxidermied bones. In another afterlife, that could have been you. Peeled apart as some trophy for a cannibalistic freak. Thank whatever power that dedicated hell for making you more durable than his normal prey. Still, it did warp your relationship with the Radio Demon. He probably would never have even looked your way were it not for the strange coincidence that you were also a deer. But didn't that make you feel just a little special? Like you had something in common with one of the most powerful being this side of Pentagram City? And maybe you could utilize some of that power if you stay in his good graces...

Even if he only wanted you for meat.

You shake your head and rip your gaze from the dead animals and to further into the room. For a moment, you consider taking the seat from last time or putting on some jazz, but there’s a gust of wind from the forest that makes you turn. Pentagram City might be a bustling, chaotic, absolutely insane metropolis, but it was hardly known for its great outdoors.

Air moves through the trees, whistling a bit as it blows past the opening to Alastor’s room. Just beyond, there's a small table with a single chair and past that, the forest expands to a blue-green bayou. It's enticing. The grass sinks into the marshy ground beneath your hooves as you step into the impossible bit of nature contained in the Hotel. Cautiously, you step over to that little table and rest your palm against the tree. It certainly feels like a real cypress tree, the bark is rough and the tight pine needles are prickly in your hand. Above your head, lights like fireflies dance and illuminate the underside of the tree and the wet smell of moss fills your nose. You take a deep breath. Beyond the tree, the bayou stretches out with more cypress and cat tails. Much of the soft ground gives way to murky blue water, but you can see where a path would lead through the trees. In the distance some animal is shifting through the underbrush. This was much more pleasant than the foyer. Maybe you could convince Alastor about adding one of these to your room.

That is, if he offered another favor for a favor. No need to push too fast. Push too hard. Besides, you had more pressing matters than asking after a backyard.

“Well, you certainly know how to make yourself at home.”

You jump nearly a foot in the air and whirl around. At the one seat, Alastor sips an after dinner espresso, eyes closed and legs crossed like he’d been there the whole time. Hell, maybe he had been here. Quickly, your smile returns along with a bout of anxiety. “It is lovely here. Can you blame me for getting swept up in the view?” Alastor opens his eyes just a bit to look you up and down. Then he rises, coming to your side. His hand rests on your shoulder and he turns you to face the cat tails. “Did you make it? Or is this some doorway to another place?”

“A bit of both,” he says cryptically as you admire the slow moving current. “Have you thought about what treat you're giving me today, my deer?” His hand slides from your shoulder to the base of your neck, nails pricking at the nape.

You scoff, and snap to face him out of his grasp. Alastor’s gaze that had been fixed on the back of your head locks onto your eyes instead. “Are you always this straight forward with your food or am I just lucky? Besides, there was no time limit on our little promise. Maybe I'd rather wait for tomorrow instead. Or even next week.”

A staticky chuckle rattles from his chest and his hand comes to trace the line of your jaw instead. Your heart skips a beat. “Oh, I highly doubt that. Not when you’re so eager to please.” He gives your cheek a sharp pinch.

“Of course,” you fire back and lace your fingers behind your back. “I like pleasing everyone.” You strut past him, ears straight forward and tail aloft then take a seat on the little metal table. Confidently, you cross your legs at the ankle and lower your gaze at him. This can’t be too easy, or Alastor would lose interest in the game. “You’re not so special Mr. Radio Demon.”

His head tilts and static blares in a sort of question. “A bit bold of you deer. Putting on a show for me, hmm?”

You bite your lip and taste iron. “Please, who would ever need to put on a show for you?” Alastor’s face tightens, trying to discern your lie or maybe he’s just insulted. Either way, even if you’re new to this performance thing, it was having some sort of effect on the demon. “So, I was thinking-” you point to your arm- “here-” you point to your thigh- “Or here.”

Alastor’s eyes light up. “Oh-ho, multiple choice!” He gives your arm a pat. “Let's start here.” Suddenly, something strong wraps around your waist and you're lurched from the table to a chair that appears from thin air. The momentum almost makes it topple to the marsh. You lurch forward, grabbing the table and landing hard on the glass. Before you can right yourself, that strange force grips around your wrist, trapping it against the table.

Then the jazz kicks on.

And there's a knife.

It's a quick flick of the silver blade and a ribbon of flesh is sliced away from your inner arm. “Ah-!” the scream dies in your throat as he pops the bit of you into his mouth. Can't interrupt his morsel, where were your manners? With teeth grit and fist balled you bite out, “-ah, little warning next time?” Alastor side eyes you, appreciating the bite with hums of enjoyment instead of an answer. The cut is painful, but clean. As if he'd sliced a filet off your forearm. You take in a sharp breath. There isn't much blood and the wound is quick to start patching up, but it's definitely deeper than the last time. Around your wrist, a shadow keeps your arm locked in place. It feels like it might give if you pulled hard enough but you keep your arm still the best you can.

“Tasty,” he remarks and your stomach flutters as he lines the blade up for another go. There's more warning but not enough and you bite down on the inside of your cheek. He pauses a moment watching you wince, smirking at your reaction. This time, he slices your flesh into a few pieces using a knife and fork. Taking his time.

Savoring this.

With each bite, you stare intently, a tight lipped smile fixed in place. Each bit of you slipping down Alastor's throat made your abdomen tighten with something between nausea and excitation. While this was different from the last time, like an after dinner snack instead of a quick exchange, you can't help but feel a twinge of resentment. Last time had been close. Intimate. You want to feel his teeth again.

“It's rude to stare, deer,” red eyes meet your own before turning down and taking another cut, this time off your bicep.

Intimidated, your gaze snaps to the blade, watching his knife cut a good inch into your arm then glide down along the bone. He must notice your struggling to keep still, as another black tentacle loops around the hollow of your elbow. This is the most he's taken. Red. Dripping. It hurts, more than the others but you can't tear away as Alastor flays the skin from his prize. Had you not known better, the muscle of your arm might have been appetizing. Like a cut of flank steak in need of a good seer.

And Al finishes it in one bite.

“Enough,” it sounds more confident than you feel. His fingers click and the hold of your arm lets up. You scramble back, running your fingers up and down the new skin. It smooths and prickles at your touch. Luckily you’re not prone to scarring. “That was a bit much for a palette cleanser, don't you think?” you snap. Chills still run up your arm and where he cut tingles like a limb that had fallen asleep.

He dabs his mouth on a handkerchief embroidered with a big ‘A.’ It comes back with a blot of red. “And you handled it surprisingly well,” Alastor muses with a note of pride. “Not many are quite so calm under my knife.”

“Yeah, and not many patch quite this quick,” you fire back, goosebumps dot the flesh, the new nerves flaring in the cool air, but you drop your arms to your sides and approach the little table once more. Anyone else would be bleeding all over his nice grass. “Does our agreement still stand? Favor for a favor?”

“Questioning my integrity as an overlord?” he jabs with a hint of sarcasm, and takes a long, loud sip from his expresso, making you wait as he finishes the drink. “You are a bit of a spit fire today. What is it you’re after, my deerest?” Your tongue suddenly feels thick and dry in your mouth. It had been so perfect in your brain, just ask him to fix your problem. A simple intimidation from the Radio Demon and you’d be off the hook and out from under that Shylock’s thumb. Then these freaky visits would be over. Huh. Or even ask about having a portal to this realm in your own room. Heaven knows how much you missed the fresh air. Just say something. Alastor regards you with glee as your brain desperately tries to concoct exactly how to answer him. “Now, now, don’t think about it too hard on it, you’ll have steam coming off your ears any moment.”

You blink twice at his smug grin, when the request hits you. Just the thing to make the sinner squirm and keep him guessing without giving away too much of yourself. Just the thing to stay in the game. “No, I know what I want.”

“Hmmm?” He thinks he’s winning.

“Flesh,” the words feel repellent on your tongue, but you smirk through it, “I want to try it. Yours, to be specific.”

The music stops with an abrupt scratch of the record.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor is a cannibal #alastor is asexual #dont like dont read #cannibalism #this is fun!

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futurebellyache · 9 months

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Eternal Gutslut

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ETERNAL GUTSLUT

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dragongirlcloaca · 2 months

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Soooo horny right now thinking about like. Safe vivisection and/or hard vore with regeneration and I really want to write a story with it but. I just don't know how to approach it without any good reference. I've never been able to find really any smut or porn that approaches those kinks that isn't super mean-spirited or completely nonconsensual and just makes me nauseous instead of horny, so I don't have any good framework for how to even set a story like that

#Musings #C3 #<- My tag for this sort of stuff if it's not your thing

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voraciousvore · 6 months

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Bucky's (15/44)

***Contains soft vore and explicit fatal digestion/ gore***

Chapter 15: Revenge is a Dish

Patty was puzzled. Her foot was healing far faster than she could have ever dreamed of. She suspected the pills had something to do with this miracle. She didn’t know how the pills worked, since their qualities seemed almost magical by nature, but she noticed every time she took one her toe wounds healed more, and the pain reduced. Her theory was that the pills were some type of ultra-powerful steroid that regenerated tissue faster than it could be destroyed. She worried about the side effects of such a powerful drug, but she had no choice but to take them unless she wanted to be digested alive, a gruesome prospect. After the effects wore off, she always did feel tired, hungry, and oftentimes nauseous, though the last reaction may be the result of marinating in churning gastric juices for hours. Either way, she couldn’t deny that her foot was improving at a fantastical rate. She stopped wearing her bandages, since she didn’t seem to require them any longer, and she was forced to take them off every time she was added to a dish regardless.

The days were beginning to blend together, with how repetitive the routine was. The humans never got a day off, since the restaurant was always open morning to night, breakfast to dinner. Humans disappeared to the horrific catastrophe that was fatal ingestion all too often, but new humans swelled the ranks just as quickly in the absence of their lost comrades. As usual, Patty had difficulty keeping straight all the names and faces, especially when they seemed to randomly disappear. Some were innocents who had been kidnapped and trafficked, while others were death row inmates or murderers. Most were only guilty of petty crimes, and had been tricked into a shorter lifespan rather than a shorter sentence, just like Patty.

Patty found her life at Bucky’s, besides being terrifying and depressing, extremely boring. Bucky did not provide his human stock with any entertainment whatsoever. They had no books, games, paper or pens, or electronics. Patty wished she could write or call home to let her folks know what happened to her, but she had no means to do so. When the humans were in the tank on display, they had nothing to do except talk to each other, stare into space, or watch their comrades get eaten. Getting to know people too well was a hazard, since nobody knew who was going to get picked to die next, or when.

Most days, Patty was chosen to be eaten at least once. She could never truly acclimate to the experience or get comfortable with it. No matter how many times she was eaten, how many mouths and gullets and viscera she toured, she was always afraid, particularly when she envisioned all the ways she could be hurt, or what could go wrong. A customer could accidentally bite into her or injure her. A customer could spontaneously change their mind and decide they wanted to try fatal ingestion. Additionally, it would be easy for a customer to dine and dash, and leave the restaurant with her still inside his stomach. The customers could be quickly found and hauled back, since the trackers telescoped their location, but the risk was real, and there was no guarantee that the human inside would be saved in time.

The experience of being eaten was highly varied, with some Giants being worse, or even far worse, than others. Some were cruel and delighted in tormenting their prey. Others had rotting teeth or bad breath. Unruly Giants at the bar drank too much, and their insides reeked of alcohol enough to make the human inside feel drunk. Patty had one notably bad experience with a rowdy group of college-age Giants at the bar who were taking shots. She was ordered up in a drink, of all things, and imbibed in a single gulp. Regrettably for poor Patty, she was vomited up in a trash can not long after. The Giant who expelled her didn’t want to own up to his mistake, so Patty was trapped in the trash can, with walls too tall to climb, stewing in vomit for at least an hour. She got buried in trash, crying for help, until Bucky had to locate her with the tracker.

Another time a couple madly in love had ordered a human on an ice cream sundae to share. Patty was the unlucky choice to be plopped onto a mountain of ice cream, covered in sprinkles, caramel, and whipped cream. She had to listen to the two gigantic lovebirds coo at each other sweet nothings, gagging to herself, until the Giantess picked her up with her spoon and sucked Patty into her mouth. Then, the Giantess was so overcome with lust she just had to make out with her lover, then and there, and Patty was disgusted to find herself in the middle of a passionate kissing session. She was swapped back and forth between the two cavernous mouths a few times, saturated with spit and disoriented by intertwining slimy tongues and lips. When she was finally swallowed, she wasn’t even sure whose belly she ended up in, until she identified distinctively masculine breathing and the bass rumble of a Giant man’s voice.

One particularly memorable session involved a wealthy, corpulent Giant who came into the restaurant late one night for dinner, at a time when the human population in the tank was beginning to dwindle out. He claimed to be on a diet, and instead of ordering a plate of chicken wings he desired an entire plate full of human entrees covered in wing sauce. The waitress called Bucky over, flustered by the order, and at first Bucky thought the man was joking. Once he realized the fat Giant with an even fatter wallet was serious, and was willing to shell out the extra fees for additional human entrees, Bucky was dazzled by dollar signs and happily fulfilled his request.

The Giant ended up cleaning out the entire crowd of humans in the tank onto his plate. He gobbled them all up, one by one, until his sizable stomach was stuffed. Patty had been among the group, and she recalled the distinctly unpleasant experience of being crammed into his big belly with too many other people. The Giant, of course, was delighted by all the shuffling and squirming in his belly, and slapped and bounced his jiggling gut with his chubby hands to rile up the humans more. Getting out had been tricky as well, since there were so many humans fighting over the rope. Patty was scared that somebody would be left behind by accident, but fortunately Bucky was meticulous about protecting his investments.

Her worst incident, however, was scarred into her memory forever. The day had been fairly typical, with the usual lunch rush and a small lull before dinnertime. Patty hadn’t been chosen yet that day, and was awaiting her fate in the tank as usual, on edge. Cracker Jack was fated to be the next entrée, and Patty watched as he became nothing more than a squirming lump in a crunch wrap. A Giantess demolished the wrap with substantial bites, and Patty could only hope that her fellow prisoner wasn’t harmed as his body was enclosed into her mouth and swallowed.

Bucky sauntered over to the tank, a sadistic sparkle in his gemstone eyes. A new human was yowling and wriggling in his fist. Fresh meat. He opened the lid and carelessly dropped the new arrival in with the rest of the humans, then slammed the lid shut and walked off. The new human was a short, thin, twiggy woman with a pretty face and long blonde hair, still damp from being rinsed off. She collected herself off the floor of the tank, dusting off her clothes and muttering obscenities under her breath.

Patty’s eyes widened in shock. The woman’s nametag read “Pink Lady,” but that’s not how Patty knew her. Patty would recognize that odious woman anywhere. “Jenny!” she yelled, balling her hands into fists.

The woman stiffened as she recognized Patty’s voice. “Why, Tanya!” she uttered, dripping with sarcasm. “Fancy seeing you here!”

Patty was shaking with rage. “What the fuck, Jenny? How could you do this to me? And then—” She was so furious she could barely verbalize her thoughts. “And then show up here yourself?”

Jenny rolled her eyes. “It was good riddance, as far as I was concerned,” she scoffed. “Too bad I happened to get caught with more drugs later.”

“Goddammit Jenny!” Patty’s wrath boiled over. Before her rational mind could intervene, her temper got the better of her and she sprinted over and tackled Jenny, knocking her to the ground. She raised her fist and slugged her old roommate in the face, then cocked her arm back for another blow. All her despair and frustration and resentment over her terrible situation was loaded into that punch, and she wasn’t going to run out of ammo anytime soon.

Their brawl was interrupted by the booming voice of a Giant right outside the glass, making both girls flinch. “I want those two!” Patty froze up, her fist still in a dynamic pose above her head, ready to slug Jenny in the face again. The women stared with wide eyes at the Giant face ogling them with glee.

“Shit,” Jenny murmured. She trembled.

“I was only going to eat one, but they’re so lively together! I bet they’ll feel so good squirming around in my gut!” The Giant straightened into a standing position, smacked his lips, and rubbed his belly eagerly. Patty glanced down at Jenny, whose face blanched with horror as the foreboding shadow of an enormous hand hovered over the unfortunate pair. She realized, in that instant, Jenny thought they were both about to die.

The waitress’s hand snatched up both humans together, and Patty found herself pressed up against her former roommate, who was terrified. For an ugly moment, Patty was tempted to give in to her anger and omit the truth from Jenny. She was the one responsible for the hell Patty was in, after all. Patty thirsted for vengeance. She knew Jenny deserved her fate. She hated her with a violent passion.

Yet, she shirked away from this bloodthirsty urge. Patty wasn’t a vindictive person by nature, and the idea curdled her insides. As much as she wanted Jenny to suffer, she knew it would not materially change her situation. She’d still be stuck here, at Bucky’s. With Jenny smashed up against her in the Giantess’s hand, she could feel the tension in her body, the uncontrollable shaking. Despite lashing out in an initial fit of rage, Patty had empathy, even for her enemy. She remembered how frightening her first day had been.

“It’ll be okay, Jenny,” she said in what she hoped was a reassuring tone. She looked into her face, which was darkening with a purple bruise from her punch earlier. Jenny glared back with hatred. “We’ll be eaten, yes, but we’re not going to-”

“Just shut up, Tanya!” Jenny shrieked. She started to cry. She was too distraught to listen. Patty supposed punching her in the face probably didn’t make her more receptive either.

Patty opened her mouth to reason with her, but she was jostled about by the waitress and found herself trapped inside the hollow fist of Chef Cruor, cut off from Jenny. Next thing she knew, she was shoved into a gigantic sandwich, with a bed of deli meat and a blanket of cheese. Jenny was pushed into the same sandwich nearby, shouting and cursing at the chef. With just their teeny heads sticking out between the thick slices of bread, and their limbs pinned, Patty tried to talk to Jenny again.

“Make sure you take the pill he gives you,” she urged. As if on cue, Chef Cruor offered Patty her pill and she obediently took it. He forced the pill into Jenny’s face next, who resisted, turning her face away.

“Take it,” the chef commanded in a booming voice, tucking the pill into her mouth. Jenny spat it out. Chef Cruor’s eyebrows shifted down with irritation, but he seemed more gloomy and fatigued than anything else. “Damn humans,” he muttered, stuffing the pill into her mouth again with the pad of his massive finger.

“Jenny, take it! You’ll die if you don’t!” Patty cried.

“Yeah right! As if I’d believe or do anything that you or that monstrous ogre says!” Jenny retorted, expelling her pill a second time.

“Fine. Do whatever you wish. See if I care,” Chef Cruor grumbled as he placed a piping hot batch of fresh fries alongside the colossal sandwich. He picked up the huge dinner plate and brought it over to the section for completed meals. “Order up!”

“Jenny!” Patty pleaded. “The pill prevents you from getting digested! You can survive, but you have to take it!” A waitress came up and grabbed the plate, balancing it on her hand as she whisked it away to the table.

“Fuck you, Tanya!” Jenny cursed. “I wouldn’t trust you any farther than I could throw you!” Patty felt a growing horror as she realized the implications of Jenny’s distrust and rash decision-making. They were going into the same stomach together. Jenny was going to die a grisly death, and Patty would be there to witness the whole ghastly process. She was powerless to do anything. Jenny wouldn’t listen to reason. She was grasping at straws to come up with a way to save Jenny. As much as she hated her former roommate, now current sandwich-mate and future stomach-mate, the thought of watching a person get digested alive was too horrific to bear.

Patty was out of time, however, because the plate was already on the table, where the enormous Giant was waiting eagerly to devour them. He snatched up the sandwich in his hands and licked his lips. Jenny squealed with fright. As he raised the sandwich up to his mouth, opening it wide to expose the dripping red cavern within, Patty had one more desperate idea: a direct appeal to the Giant himself.

“Wait, sir! Stop!” she shouted. She didn’t expect him to listen to her screams, but to her surprise the Giant blinked and paused, his mouth still open. His gigantic tongue curled inward slightly. Patty leapt at the chance. “Don’t eat that other girl! She didn’t take her pill, and she’ll die! Just eat me.”

Internally, Patty grimaced. She couldn’t believe she was really choosing to be the sacrificial lamb for her sworn nemesis, yet here she was. She supposed she was going to be eaten either way. She glanced over at Jenny, who was gaping back at her in shock. The fact that Patty was actually telling the truth was beginning to dawn on her. There was no way Patty would keep up such a ruse by yelling at the Giant that was about to eat them both.

The Giant hesitated for a moment, before deciding to eat his whole sandwich anyway. He didn’t care about the fate of the insignificant creatures inside. Jenny screamed as she disappeared into his jaws, the teeth closing all around her with terrible crushing force. Her cries were muffled inside his mouth as he chewed his meal, savoring the tremendous mouthful before swallowing it all down, including Jenny.

He inserted Patty into his mouth next and bit down to cut her off from the rest of the sandwich. He shuffled her out of the bread with his tongue and processed the rest with his teeth while he tasted her. Patty felt a looming sense of dread as she was sloshed around in chewed-up food and saliva. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Jenny’s fate was somehow her fault. If she hadn’t lost her temper and attacked Jenny upon her arrival, Jenny may have been spared. Jenny may have been more receptive to her warning to take the pill, or maybe the Giant whose mouth she was in wouldn’t have noticed the pair and picked another victim instead. She didn’t have any more time to dwell on it before she slid headfirst into the hungry gullet and down the throat.

When Patty dropped inside the cavernous stomach, she was greeted immediately by frantic screams and wails. Jenny didn’t know her tracker had a light, so the internal world was black as pitch. Patty floated dumbly in the acid, petrified to the spot and numb with despair. Just hearing Jenny’s agonizing screams stabbed her in the heart. She didn’t want the gory visuals to go with it. The universe had other plans, however, because Jenny’s thrashing triggered her tracker’s light to click on. Jenny let out a startled gasp and looked around at the hellscape of flesh trapping her inside. She shined the light in Patty’s face and held it there.

“Patty! Help me!” she wailed. Her face was contorted with desperation and tears.

“There’s nothing we can do,” Patty replied, shaking her head. “Trust me, I’ve tried many times before.” The stake in her heart embedded itself deeper, and she struggled to hold back tears.

“No!” Jenny protested. “No, I refuse to give up!” She grimaced with pain as the acid began to dig into her skin. She coughed on the acrid fumes, turned around, and continued to beat on the stomach lining with her fists. Patty watched her sadly. This wasn’t how she wanted things to go at all. She had wanted Jenny to get her comeuppance, sure, but such a fate was too cruel. Jenny’s movements became more spastic and sluggish as the thin air began to starve her of oxygen. She stopped beating up the walls and slumped into the curve of the lining, facing Patty.

“So, this is it then…” she admitted shakily, tears streaming down her face. The stomach grumbled around them like an earthquake and Jenny shivered. Her face twisted in discomfort as she looked down at her raw, red, stinging hands. Her skin was slowly being eaten up by the harsh chemicals. She surveyed the soggy chunks of bread and sandwich bits partially submerged in the digestive fluids, as they started to break down, with the knowledge that she would soon dissolve into nothing herself, to become absorbed by the gigantic living body around her. Her “Pink Lady” nametag disintegrated off her chest into a pulp.

Patty didn’t know what to say. She didn’t have any words of comfort. There was no hope, nothing left to say. The two went silent, with only the rhythmic heartbeat, breathing, and obnoxious gurgling to fill the void. Jenny’s visage was red under the light and contorted with emotional and physical distress. She was hoping to fade out of awareness before experiencing severe pain. Her skin was bleeding and peeling off in chunks now, particularly on her legs and feet. She knew she didn’t have any time left.

“Patty... I’m sorry. For everything,” she apologized through her tears. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Jenny,” Patty responded softly. “I forgive you.” Jenny, having made peace with her final words, smiled weakly before her vision blacked out and she lost consciousness. She collapsed into the acid facedown with a splash. Patty didn’t move. Before long, Jenny was gone, and Patty was alone with a lifeless corpse, churning in the boiling fluid. She stared numbly as the skin came apart, exposing the layers of fat, muscle, and bone underneath. The organs broke loose and floated in the muck like shiny, bulbous balloons of various shades of pink. Patty had nowhere to go, nothing to do except wait, watching the dead body get digested, until she could be hauled upward to salvation.

Chapter 16

Chapter 1

#fatal vore #digestion #unwilling prey #g/t #giant #giant/tiny #tiny #g/t writing #giant tiny #v0re #Bucky's #v0r3 #v.ore #vo.re #vor.e #v/ore #soft vore #g/t vore #gt vore #vore writing #vore story

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loveandvore · 3 months

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This blog is a nsfw kink blog, minors DNI!

Had a dream this morning about a pred training their prey to see themselves as food. They had a list of weekly meals where the prey would either be added to it, or supplement the meal, and the idea was to condition the prey so that they’d associate mealtime with having to be ready to be eaten, and get them to gradually accept that they were food.

#it was a regeneration situation where they prey could regen but like. was very reluctant about being eaten #but I think the implication was that this was like a punishment for the prey?#whether or not the prey deserved the punishment is up for debate lol #vorekink #vore kink #unwilling prey

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kayla-crazy-stuffs · 7 months

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Awww no am sorry to about that! I would've love to see it :(

oOoOO en serio?? 👀 I'd honestly love some more Hermandad obscura, maybe the g!brotherhood deciding what to do w tiny Quackity (or who will get to nom him sksksk) lotsa angst! :D

Or if we feeling fluffy, t!Vegetta and g!Rubius having a canon typical silly argument, so basically this;

(but g/t and Vegetta ends up grounded XD)

Btw you can request some Karmaland as well! :] I never get to write them and I'd love to (just know I didn't watch much of 4 and I mostly know the main guys of 5)

I'm finally answering this!! I'm sorry it took so long! D:

I decided to go with the first option, although, in this first part, from the dark brotherhood, only Rubius appears. The rest will appear in a future, anyways, hope you enjoy :]

TW: Safe/HARD vore, blood, cannibalism mention (kinda), fearplay

It had been a few weeks since Rubius suspected something was lurking around his house. He thought it could be a carnivorous or omnivorous animal, since it apparently liked to eat pieces of his meat.

He usually woke up with various wounds on his hands, ears, or neck, and although he wasn't particularly interested in knowing what this creature was, it bothered him to have to constantly use a regeneration potion.

And one day, the straw that broke the camel's back fell. He was not going to forgive him for this.

The fucking creature had torn up the photo of his deceased 8 year old son, Brayan! Rubius began to place quite a few traps around the house. He would catch that creature without hesitation.

Once he placed them all, he put on his dark brotherhood outfit and left the house. He had to work, he would be able to see if the creature had fallen into any of the traps when he returned.

Quackity slowly came out of hiding once the 'human' left the house. The little duck-hybrid Borrower carefully walked around to confirm that the 'human' was gone.

Once he was able to confirm that the bear was gone and wouldn't be back for a few hours, he began "borrowing," collecting some things he needed.

It didn't take him long to get everything, but when he was going to go back, he couldn't move. Quackity should have watched where he was stepping on...

He looked down in horror, seeing that both of his feet were caught in a glue trap. He used both hands to help his legs to try to get his feet out of the glue as soon as possible.

It would be really bad if the 'human' found him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get away from the trap. He even thought about removing his feet from the slippers, but good luck was not on his side as the trap was so deep that it had stuck up to his shins.

He continued trying to get away, not realizing that a few hours had already passed, which meant that... The main door opened and in a few seconds it closed again. Footsteps approached towards the place where he was trapped.

He looked up, his eyes widening in fear, staring in terror at the black mask with a completely white smile and bright, scary red eyes. The 'human' was back.

Rubius let out a sigh as he finally returned to his house. He opened the door and without removing his mask or suit yet, he entered, closing the door once inside. He headed to his room, the place where he set one of the many glue traps, although he didn't think he had caught the creature.

However, he was quite surprised when he saw that something actually fell into the trap. A large smile formed behind his mask, as he stepped closer to the creature.

"Well well, what do we have here, huh? The disgusting creature that ate pieces of my flesh and tore up my son's photo, has turned out to be an insignificant borrower..." he said, still smiling behind the mask, while his hand grabbed the borrower and pulled him out of the trap, not caring at all that he was harming him.

The borrower squirms trying to get out of Rubius's grasp. The bear hybrid let out a laugh, bringing the borrower closer to his face. “Squirming is not going to help you at all, you are wasting your energy.”

Rubius thought for a few minutes about what he should do with the little duck hybrid. Soon, an idea crossed his mind, the smile he had behind the mask, widening. He lifted his mask slightly, just enough so that his mouth was visible.

"You know? I have an idea about what to do with you.” The borrower continued to squirm in fear. “Since you have eaten pieces of meat from my hands and ears, I will do you the same favor.”

The duck hybrid froze, terrified. Rubius brought him closer to his mouth as it opened, showing his sharp, completely white teeth. The bear hybrid put one of Borrower's small legs in his mouth, closing it around the leg. He licked it for a moment before biting the leg hard.

The borrower let out a cry of pain when Rubius bit his leg, now moving him away from his mouth and placing him on the table for a few seconds while he chewed the leg inside his mouth, he did not want the borrower's blood to stain the floor.

Once he was satisfied, he swallowed, humming lightly. "You're tastier than I expected... We should do this more often." The duck hybrid looked at him terrified, while Rubius picked him up again.

The bear hybrid simply popped him into his mouth, sucking on the small body for a few seconds before swallowing it whole.

Rubius let out a sigh of satisfaction as he felt the borrower enter his second stomach. He took a regeneration potion and once he was sure it had taken effect, he took a healing potion. He wasn't going to let the little duck die just yet.

Not when he had just started.

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fayamn-moonlit · 2 years

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Just a group of diverse monster girls having a big harem/farm of fattening humans they grow, toy with and devour.

Reluctant ones are forcefully fed, eager ones speed up their access to meal status, the ones that catch the attention of egg-laying monster girls become nice incubators...

Once you're caughy it's already too late, you'll be fed some troll meat or a slime girl chunk that will perpetually fatten you from within, digesting as fast as it regenerates.

You're doomed ❤️ Have fun being fed and being a toy while it lasts, and try developping a vore fetish before you're forced down one of the girls eager maw~

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ash-lequa12 · 7 months

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Oh hello! Would it be okay if I request some Kokushibo vore shenanigans with Genya from my Half.Demon! Tanjiro AU? Like Kokushibo is trying to gain Genya’s trust since Genya’s dating Muichiro and Kanao?

(Thank you for requesting this!! I hope you like the story!!)

A warm embrace

Genya and kokushibo were sent on a mission together to find a demon that hadn't been turned by tanjiro, but at that time, they weren't very close. When they finally find the full demon, they go straight for it in hopes of at least knocking the full demon out, but it didn't go as they planned..

The full demon was attacking too quickly for the two to even react,

"Damn it! He's moving too fast!I can't even get a single bullet in him!"

As Genya said that he was pierced by a giant spear and fell onto the ground, he pulled the spear out of his back, though he was a half demon.. but something about the spear made Genya unable to regenerate, kokushibo didn't notice this at first, but when he did, he realized that they had to retreat, kokushibo picked up the injured half demon and ran,

"Why aren't you regenerating?.."

Kokushibo asked Genya in a worried tone,

"I-i don't know.. right after I got stabbed with that spear, i couldn't regenerate.. a-and everything went blurry and cold.."

Kokushibo realized he had to do something.. he had to keep him warm, at least... since it was almost a 10-mile walk back to where he lived.. and he didn't want genya to get hurt anymore..

"Genya... I need to pouch you.. you are too weak to walk back to your house.. and if we encounter another full demon, you could potentially get hurt even more.. I don't want that happening.. "

Genya nodded slightly, and kokushibo opened his mouth and gently placed Genya in his maw, trying not to put Genya in more pain he swallowed as slowly as he could.. once Genya finally got into kokushibo's crop, Genya let his body relax and rested his head on the soft plush material, and succumbed to sleep.. Kokushibo put a hand over where his crop was and sighed slightly,

Kokushibo started to walk back to Genya's house. A few hours later, kokushibo finally got to Genya's home and entered it, and then someone came running out, and kokushibo realized it was muichiro

"Oh, why hello, muichiro.. what brings you here?.."

Kokushibo said in a slightly relieved tone

"Oh.. Genya asked me if I could take care of his house while he was gone.. anyway, why are you here?.."

Muichiro asked in a curious tone

"Well.. while fighting the demon, we were sent to at least knock out.. Genya got hit, and for some reason, he can't regenerate.. and don't worry, I pouched him.."

Muichiro instantly took kokushibo's hand and pulled him into Genya's room, and took out some bandages from a drawer, kokushibo's knew what muichiro was trying to do and started to let Genya out of his crop. A few minutes later, Genya's woke up to muichiro bandaging his wounds

"What the.. oh.. right.. that happened"

Genya said as muichiro finished bandaging his wounds, muichiro planted a few kisses on Genya's face while hugging him, genya returned the kisses and hugged muichiro back.

(Thank you for requesting this!! This was a little bit of a struggle to get right, but it's here! If anything is wrong, please tell me, and I'll try to fix it!!)

#demon slayer #demon slayer vore

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manyblinkinglights · 8 months

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The only things left on my personal av are four full side lie custom poses to fill out the blendtree, and touchable toe beans. And fixing my texture’s seams by opening it in Substance Painter.

Vox made me want a way to swap my legs to Humanoid tracking while in the lie on ya back pose but I think I’m just gonna uhhhh make a special invisible context for that pose where if you do double rockout hands (the foreleg pickup gesture), WHILE in full body tracking, it toggles your hind legs to Humanoid mode and leaves them like that until you exit the pose. Maybe then if you do double rockout over and over while in the pose, it will set your forelegs Humanoid as well… that should work reasonably, and you’ll still be able to single-foreleg pickup… bringing the forelegs in might be too evilly complex now that I think about it :/

I also kinda wanna make vore rigging/puppet head a real thing in the script… it fell off my avatar bcs I keep regenerating myself via script. If I want it, it’s gotta make it into the script basically. But it’s not a formal part of my scope so it’s fine that it’s not on there.

But certainly I can start taking comms once the last rotation constraint is in! They won’t have puppet head though.

However, before I take comms, I need to literally get my notebook and make annotated reference sketches of the basic principles behind the hand and foot blend poses, because they don’t all look good together and I wanna be able to just repeat what I have. If I price these at $250 that’s up to ten hours it can take me and it’ll still come out to working at 25/hr or better, I just need to get the poses fixed within ten hours and it’s reasonable.

#anytaur

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silver-tooth-the-panther · 8 months

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//Yeah we need more Tanjiro!half demon pred! You can do a story with him and Zenitsu or Nezuko//

I see him that in a dangerous situation he noms immediately to protect anybody

(I’ll do you one better, hehe! I’m gonna do both! Honestly this gave me the excuse to introduce a bit of lore to my HDT! AU that I like to call, “Mom Mode”. I’ll explain more about at the end of the fic, but I hope you enjoy it!)

Mom Mode

(A Half-Demon! Tanjiro vore fic)

Warnings: Injuries and soft vore

“Hang on, Zenitsu, we’re almost there!” Nezuko cried out as she carried the blonde teen on her back. The two of them were severely injured, but the blonde had taken the worst of it. They had been sent on a mission to try and find where Jackyll and Gyokko were hiding, but instead of finding what they were looking for, they ended up getting ambushed by the pair.

The fight was brutal to say the least. Either one could have handled Gyokko on their own, but Jackyll was an entirely different story. He has the same level of strength and speed as Kokushibo, which made him a formidable foe. The pair had fought as best as they could, but in the end, they had to retreat.

Luckily for Nezuko, she was a half demon, like her brother, which meant that she could regenerate. So she was able to heal her wounds naturally. However, Zenitsu was still human, so the injuries he sustained would take longer to heal. That’s how the pair found themselves here, slowly heading back to the Infinity Castle.

“I’m sorry, Nezuko. I wasn’t strong enough..” Zenitsu grunted with pain as the female demon carried him. “It’s not your fault. We weren’t even supposed to fight Jackyll and Gyokko.” Nezuko snarled to herself. “I need to get you to Tanjiro and fast!”

Nezuko’s eyes scanned over the forest, which was lit by the twilight sky. She was looking for any sign of her brother or possibly any other half demon. Then, a familiar sound hit Zenitsu’s ears. “Wait, I hear him!” The blonde cried out. “To the left.”

Nezuko whipped herself around to see a smudge of green running through the trees. It was getting closer and closer with every second. “Good ears, Zenitsu!” Nezuko immediately rushed towards her brother, legs occasionally stumbling along the way.

Eventually, the image of her brother became clearer and clearer as he got closer. His scarlet eyes shone brightly in the twilight sky, which was unlike him. Tanjiro never usually had his demon eyes activated unless he was fighting or it was nighttime. However, there was one more explanation..

“Brother! Brother! There you are!” Nezuko cried out as she skidded to a stop in front of him. “Zenitsu’s been badly wounded! We need to take him back!” Instead of receiving an answer, Nezuko heard many anxious chirps, mews, and rumbles from Tanjiro.

“Tanjiro..? What’s..wrong?” Zenitsu asked weakly, raising his head. Tanjiro, with a worried and anxious expression, let out a soft roar as he came closer. “Oh I get it. I guess seeing us injured must’ve activated his “Mom Mode”.” Nezuko smiled at him, patiently.

Tanjiro let out a soft mew as he made a low rumbling noise, his scarlet eyes gleaming with concern. Whenever he was like this, he could only speak in the demon language. His mews translated to, “You’re hurt! I need to keep you safe!” Nezuko nodded and kneeled on the ground. Tanjiro did the same and even though they were sitting, his large body towered over Nezuko.

“Here.” Nezuko said softly as she carefully took Zenitsu off her back. “Pouch him first.” Zenitsu’s eyes widened. “But Nezuko!” Nezuko then placed a finger over her lips. “You’re human, so you need his healing powers more than I do.”

Zenitsu and Tanjiro nodded as Tanjiro carefully picked up the injured blonde. Tanjiro mewed again as he kissed the blonde gently. Zenitsu giggled a bit before patting his boyfriend’s head. “Thank you.” Zenitsu said softly before the demon king’s jaws were around his head.

Tanjiro was slow and careful with his swallows. He didn’t want to hurt his boyfriend any more than he already was. The dark maroon flesh of his throat was a comfort to Zenitsu. He let his body relax against the soft tissue as it carried him down to the half demon’s belly.

The maroon pouch welcomed the blonde warmly as he arrived. Tanjiro’s body rumbled with satisfaction as he felt Zenitsu enter his stomach. The blonde smiled to himself as he curled up within the half demon’s tummy.

Tanjiro purred and laid a hand on his stomach. He then looked up at Nezuko and chirped saying, “You need to be safe, too. Come here.” Nezuko giggled as she looked at Tanjiro warmly. “Okay. Okay. Let me just turn smaller so I don’t upset your belly.”

Nezuko then shrunk her body, like she used to do when she hid in Tanjiro’s box. She was now small enough so that now her and Zenitsu could fit into Tanjiro’s stomach. She approached her brother and hugged him tightly. Tanjiro purred happily before picking up Nezuko and placing her in his maw.

It only took a few swallows for Tanjiro to send her down. She was greatly soothed by the dark maroon walls that surrounded her. Then her small body entered the half demon’s stomach, next to Zenitsu. “Thank you, Tanjiro.” She said sweetly as she put a hand on the soft maroon walls.

Tanjiro purred in response, his heartbeat softening with relief. They then felt the half demon move and walk away, carrying them in his tummy. Zenitsu sighed as he felt his wounds being healed. He would’ve normally freaked out over Nezuko being next to him, but since he was dating Tanjiro, he was perfectly calm.

The walls around them created a slow rise and fall motion with every breath Tanjiro took. The duo felt at ease as they finally felt safe and secure. They knew that Tanjiro would keep them safe. Both Zenitsu and Nezuko felt comfortable within the dark, warm chamber that held them. They heard Tanjiro mewing softly as he made his way to the Infinity Castle.

(Now let me explain what “Mom Mode” is. Basically, whenever Tanjiro senses someone he cares about in danger, he goes into a mode that is fueled by his protective instincts. He can only talk in the demon language and the only way to soothe it is for him to nom someone. When he does, he goes into a private room and surrounds himself with pillows and blankets. The half demons call this “Nesting”. It lasts for about a half hour and he doesn’t remember anything that happened when he was in “Mom Mode”. He also is only aggressive to others when he deems that they’re a threat to the person inside of him. If you want to see more stories with “Mom Mode”, all you have to do is request!)

#half-demon! tanjiro au #comfort vore #safe vore #soft vore #vore writing #demon slayer vore

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