#and reverse voring them

[the-night-puncher]

i just realized the cats whole thing is basically the same as the hologram professor from puppet history, even the fact they both spend the whole season getting their choice host ready for takeover, but somehow the cats way of getting a human body managed to be even more fucked up then skinning someone alive

#rwby spoilers #i now need the cat to sing a song about mentally breaking someone #and reverse voring them #a la the holo professors song #rwby #puppet history

[tumby-pouch]

NSFW + FATAL/HARD ONLY BLOGS DNI (this is SFW but I’d prefer for minors to also not interact)

One time I called myself a fruitloop for the sillies because I’m queer but then I got reverse hungry and imagined myself as a tiny chilling in a bowl of actual fruitloops (the cereal) and some milk and then being nommed. And you know what? If the stomach wasn’t to hot, that seems like a nice way to cool off on a hot day.

#It’d either be a pred who could magically control the temperature of their tummy #or a cold-blooded pred (like a naga or some type of reptile) who drank/eat cold stuff so their tummy wouldn’t be too hot #(they won’t get too cold the temperature around them makes up for it) #willing prey #g/t vore #safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #vore talk #vore prompts #I get reverse hungry

[stitchwraith-stingers]

THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO MY INSANE RAMBLINGS ABOUT HE TOLD ME EVERYTHING /REF

#calico.exe #how fake faz frights fans look when real he told me everying enjoyers come at them /JOKE #i need to also analyse pizza kit cuz im so tired of redditors misinterpreting ti #no marley did not die no no actua canibalism acttually happened no its not reverse vore please actually read these things #why do they always bucher that. how do you mess up that badly #anyway . chris watson im so sorry for everyone doing you so dirty

[she-toadmask]

Read the tags for cursed knowledge

#untagged #disclaimer i know this from watching a video of a guy summarizing them #i did not read the actual short stories #from the series of short stories that brought you a human getting mpregged with a robot there is also #reversely nonconsensual vore! #i am trying to short phrase 'nonconsensual vore but the person not consenting is the one the small animatronics are climbing into #god being able to weaponize cursed auxiliary canon is fun

[wolfgirlguts]

some vore asks I guess

Gonna be catered to my tastes so there's some implications of digestion and graphic stuff. Feel free to reblog or whatever

Picky: What kind of standards do prey (or predators) have to meet for you to consider them?

Looming: What's your preferred size difference?

Chase: Do you like to hunt your prey (or be hunted)? How does that go?

Cauldron: What are the conditions like in your stomach? Or for prey, what kinda stomach environment would you find ideal?

Gnash: How do ya feel about chewing?

Regret: You ever change your mind and wish you didn't indulge after the fact? If so, why?

Spice: Do you like doing anything to prepare your meals (or be prepared as a meal)? Could be anything from specific activities or foreplay to literal meal prep and cooking.

Clatter: How do you feel about stuff being left over from the prey? Accessories, bones, that kinda thing? What do you do/want done with them afterwards?

Siren: What methods do you use to draw in prey?

Release: Are there times you'd let a meal go free? Any ever escape on their own?

Heart: Do you feel anything for your prey? Are they just food to you?

Sparkles: Do you involve any kind of magic or indistinguishably-advanced tech in vore?

Blood: Blood (blood)?

Slosh: How long does it take to digest prey (or how long does it take to digest you)?

Dare: What's the flimsiest excuse you've ever made to eat someone (or get eaten)?

Delicacy: What's the weirdest or most notable thing you've ever swallowed?

Heft: Do you gain a lot of weight from your prey?

Rep: Do your friends know you eat people?

Crush: Does being into someone make you want to eat them more or less? Same question but in reverse for prey. You know the drill by now.

Smash: Do you enjoy fucking before, after, and/or during eating someone? If so, with the prey, or someone else?

Noisy: How loud is your gut when it's working? Or even when it's empty? Those growls ever give away your intent to prey?

Chatty: Do you talk to your prey? If you can hear them, do they ever talk back?

Strut: Do you like showing off your gut when it's full? Or even when it's not? Do you put your outfits together to emphasize it?

Hibernate: How well can you sleep through having a squirming gutful of prey?

Taunt: Do you like mocking or teasing? Lighthearted or cruel?

Combo: Do you like eating several people at once, or do you tend to stick to one morsel at a time?

Finisher: What happens when your prey finally stops struggling? Is it a special moment? Do you do anything to get there faster?

#fatal vore #digestion #bones #blood #prin howls

[penny-the-pissed-poltergeist]

final word on the crimsonxe bullshit

you. dense. FUCKER. I specifically brought up Clover quoting the waitress. a line of dialogue, that's in ya know THE FUCKING SCRIPT, also RT already has a track record with lying and bringing up queer RT employees at all is not a good defense considering the controversy everyone apparently memory-holed.

source?, you can't just say with no evidence dummy

I never said there was more in the FNDM, I just said bigotry existed there. Also be your logic, a Chud criticizing anything makes that thing immune from any criticism regardless if said criticism has anything to do with thing being "woke" or whatever, chuds don't like Disney for stupid reasons, guess I can't attack a megacorp now

you where the one who brought Ruby's suicide initially dumbass, in a convo that had nothing to do with it

Yes I know she's a gladiator (or technically a gladiatrix because she's a girl), still weird to put a character they wrote to be 17 in that

also this is a "draw me like one of your french girls" pose, I wouldn't even be that weirded out by this it wasn't for the particular choices on where they put the cuts on her outfit, or how excessive the torture scene before this was, or the fact that Ruby's a minor... (the reverse vore that happened afterwords doesn't help)

what? how terminally online do you have to be to say that.

They said other shit, go to their blog at your own discretion if you want to see it (just don't harass them, it's not that hard)

#rwde

[pobblebonked]

Like vore and amputee stuff, I can like it, but that depends on the willingness of the participants and the reversibility of the condition.

How do things go for your characters?

Unless I say specifically it's permanent i tend to assume they just poof back while they're asleep in a few days? also my characters to all broadly like being tf'd i just draw it happening to them at unexpected times most of the time so they're kind of surprised and or confused

#ask tag

[novorehere]

(This post is heavily under construction, some links may not be functional yet!)

Hi! My name is Kate, but you can call me Novorehere if you want. All my writing is under the #my writing tag, and any doodles I draw will be under the #my art tag. The #op tag is where I put my original, non-reblogged posts.

As a general warning, this blog does feature discussions and depictions of vore and G/t used as a non-sexual plot device/personal interest. I’ve been part of this community for many years now, and I hope to use this blog as a place to post more of my own original writing (and the occasional drawing) for you all to enjoy :)

— Quick Links: —

>Heroes Off Duty Masterlist<

(Coming at some point in the future)

>Opposite Day Masterlist<

(Amazing cover art by @mysticcomfort <3)

A multi-part Obey Me! AU fic in which the seven avatars fall victim to a witch’s curse, leaving them three inches tall. With only one way to reverse the spell, MC is forced to give the brothers a taste… of their own medicine. (Unfinished)

— Additional Obey Me! Writing: —

“Frosting” (Beelzebub x Reader) Ao3 link/Tumblr Link

“Fridge Mission” (Beelzebub x Reader) Ao3 Link/Tumblr Link

“Dark Delusions” (Beelzebub x Reader, Romantic) Ao3 link/Tumblr Link

“Bite-Sized Tidbits” (Demon Brothers x Reader) Tumblr Link

“Enchanted Ribbon Headcanons” (Demon Brothers x Sheep!MC Reader) Tumblr Link

— Additional Other Writing —

[Old] “Better Safe Than Sorry,” a Getting in Deep fanfic. (GID series and characters owned by @peachnewt) Ao3 Link

[Old] “Hit the Spot” (Elliott from Stardew Valley x Reader, Romantic) Ao3 Link

#op #pinned post

[wjbs-bonkle-au]

Hewo twell me abwt bwyonicwl pwetty pwease

Warning! I might get some stuff wrong, and also I'm only covering the surface-level stuff.

Ok so once upon a time a planet blew up into three parts, so a bunch of misogynistic scientists made a big robot powered by Magical Mercury and sent it to space so it could learn how to fix their planet.

Meanwhile, inside the robot there was a massive civilisation of li'l guys, superheroes and old people. One little guy was a scientist who GLaDOS'd himself and accidentally made li'l guys sentient. One time a kaiju attacked the big li'l guy city, so the mayor summoned The Avengers to fight it, and they got to stick around for a bit, until most of them either died or went off to do their own things, leaving only Hoverboard Superman, Green Man and Murdery Ghost Lady. Green Man got mutated and turned into Green Crab Man because he fell in love with a sexy lizard he was training. Green Crab Man and his accomplice The Amazing One-Eyed Bear went back to the big city and decided to help the mayor (who was actually Satan in disguise as the actual mayor) take over the world or something. Hoverboard Superman, knowing that shit was about to get real, gave some magic rocks to six li'l guys (Angsty Blacksmith, Some Random Teacher, SCP Employee, Crash Test Himbo, Smug Carver and Astrology Twink) to turn them into the New Avengers. Also there are, like, Xenomorph Robocops I guess. After a quest to gather magic frisbees so Angsty Blacksmith could forge a face-mounted time-machine (during which it was revealed that Hoverboard Superman got turned into an old person), Satan decided to vore Green Crab Man, One-Eyed Bear and his pet bird, oneshotted Hoverboard Superman, and then got sealed in a glass bubble by the New Avengers.

You'd think this would deal with Satan forever, but then that sexy lizard and her husband (*canned audience gasping*) and also an army of spiders showed up and took over the city, and the former was, like, super hot for Satan, so she scraped a bit off his glass bubble and put it in her cleavage (I am only slightly exaggerating). The New Avengers came back to get all the li'l guys, but the spiders captured them and brought them to sexy lizard's house, where the spiders then turned them into furries. After the team met some scalies (who used to be Satan's own personal praetorian guard before he turned evil) and trekked all the way to Some Temple to meet The Key To Nongu (who can reverse mutations), Angsty Blacksmith turned evil and became the sexy lizard's catboy sub (again, only slightly exaggerating). He then turned good, the sexy lizard's husband was killed so hard that he canonically couldn't even go to the Dead Space nightmare space-station that functions as the Bonkle afterlife, and the New Avengers went to The Beach That Doesn't Make You Old and became old people the old-fashioned way; by sacrificing their power to wake up the li'l guys. But Satan was also freed...

Way-too-long later, everyone lived on a nice island. But there is... a prophecy. Namely, that 6 special superheroes will show up and kick Satan's ass. Angsty Blacksmith - who Has Visions™ - sends a weird kid (whose colours don't seem to match everyone else's) on a quest to summon the special superheroes. He does that, but loses his memory and goes on a fun adventure. Meanwhile, the special superheroes have shown up, and are fighting off Satan's possessed animals. They go to a cool temple thing and fight Satan, but then that weird kid wakes up some evil armadillos that start CLEANing IT ALL, so the special superheroes fight them, but after putting their queens in a cage, they get dunked into some Magical Mercury that turns them into super-special superheroes. But there is... another prophecy, namely that someone will become the seventh super-special superhero, so that weird kid goes on a quest with this guy and a giant crab, and surprise! Turns out that the weird kid - who I haven't linked an article about up until now because it would be a spoiler - is actually the Seventh Superhero! But boo hiss etc., Satan has sent his evil prawn-man underlings to attack the island, so Seventh Superhero beats Satan up by playing hockey at him, and everyone goes back to the big city.

A few months later, the special superheroes sail off into the west (actually the south), but no-one knows why, so six li'l guys (accompanied by Seventh Superhero) follow them and (with the exception of Seventh Superhero, who couldn't go all the way for Reasons™) they all end up on Frankenstein's Island, where Frankenstein tries to commit body-horror on them until they get saved by an insane li'l guy, who shoves them into tubes and sends them to Scary Island.

On Scary Island it was born to the collective of the dawn there are some messed-up shark dudes who have been pretending to be superheroes, but really they want The Macguffin for Reasons. Also one of them is extra messed-up, because he was split off the blue shark dude, and is chained to a giant spider in a cave. The six li'l guys (who are now Electric Superheroes because the Dead Space Space-Station Afterlife shot them with lightning) fight the shark dudes, fight the extra messed-up one and get The Macguffin, but then they go underwater and do some stuff down there (including meeting a li'l guy who turns into a duplicate of a prison warden who died millenia ago), and quite frankly I know very little about the story from 2007 to the end of 2008, so I'll just say that they get the Macguffin, but one of the six Electric Superheroes realises he needs to sacrifice himself to wake up God (no really). He does that, everyone goes back to the big city, and the six special superheroes (and the Seventh Superhero) go to some electric caves and get split up, with half of them fighting three vampire dudes and half of them fighting three bug mutants. They wake up God, but uh-oh, Satan takes over, puts God into the Macguffin, and shoots him out onto the broken up planet.

So anyway God incarnates, meets some guys, fights some guys, and takes control of a smaller giant robot, then kills Satan with the moon. A moon.

Anyway that's Bionicle, I'm going downstairs to watch Breaking Bad.

#bionicle

[groupiewhoreee]

Motley Crue Headcanons !! (NSFW)

vince neil

okay, this dude loves thighs. he absolutely adores sticking his head between them and just eating you out.

loves ass and tits absolutely has no problem with sucking on ur tits and eating ass

he loves eating puss, 2

he can be submissive at times, but usually he will be the dominant one

when he is submissive, he loves when you call him good boy. and he loves calling you mommy.

he says you taste like cherry pie (warrant ref?)

he likes reverse cowgirl, or doggy style, but he's willing to try new positions

he doesn't mind public like under the table bizz, but if hes fucking you in public he doesn't want anybody to see how he uses your pretty body.

loves doing it on the bed, or on the couch or over the table

cums basically anywhere you want, usually on ur ass or on ur tits

when he gets rough, he chokes you, make you suck his fingers, and lightly slap ur face. or hes very sensual and soft if thats how u want it

this dude doesn't mind any kinks, but if its piss, anything like vore shit, just gross stuff he aint doing it

actually lives for ur body

nikki sixx

nikki has no chill. is a literal sex demon, which he calls himself.

he loves any kink to be honest, any kink you want to do or anything, he's willing

actually lives for eating ass. ass is his favorite thing. grabbing, smacking it as he walks by. has no problem with it. booty is booty

lives for boobies too and he loves every size of boobies

love seeing you in lingerie, has a photobook of you in it, and got mad when the boys looked thru it

loves public stuff, even when people see you

willing to share you with tommy, and tommy only. because terror twins?

can get submissive, loves calling you mommy/mistress. and he loves when u call him a good boy, absolutely. mostly the dominant guy

choking, spitting, spanking, any of that he loves. he absolutely adores topping you, hearing you pant, and scream his name. seeing you cry beneath him.

cums anywhere you want, usually on ass.

prefers doggy style cuz he can see ur ass. ass is ass, he loves it, ig. loves any position you'd want

he isn't very after care guy, he is used to banging groupies, although hes trying his best now.

lives for ur ass

tommy lee

hopeless romantic, always candles and chocolates with roses

literally never would hurt you during sex. when you asked him to choke you and all that he was surprised, but he then understood that you were into that stuff and decided doing it often

unless you want slow and sensual he likes that.

never intends to be submissive, loves being the dominant one. he likes to be on top, always.

loves reverse cowgirl. only position he'll let you top in. he also likes doggy style and missionary is also there. he loves pounding from behind.

also loves thighs, loves to grope, and trace them. he loves ur lips too, best place to kiss.

cums anywhere you'd like.

aftercare 🤩 he literally will take a bath with you, clean ur hair, and help you. he will cuddle and wrap his arms around you unless he just wants the entire bed to himself.

any kink is fine to him, hes gross, i know.

boobs. he loves boobs. he likes to grope them and touch them while he walks by.

also loves ass, he likes to smack it, and pound it. loves eating it too.

dude this guy lives for lingerie.

practically spends all his life savings on it.

lives for toys

mick marz

okay yes, mick is an old man. but, he still gets on the action.

he's a bit insecure about himself.

love's reverse cowgirl, because he doesn't have to do much work, but missionary if reverse cowgirl isn't what you want.

loves eating you out, and does it pretty well.

absolutely loves pussy. we all saw that photo with the guitar and the back it said, "I HEART PUSSY"

loves boobies too, gropes and touches them a lot. also likes ass? he smacks and grabs it as he walks by like its cake dude

tries to make sex satisfying for you

dude is up for anything, ask him and he'll try it.

loves to fuck you against walls, but its rare because it requires work for him.

he uses his hands a lot. choking you, making you suck his fingers, spanking you, fingering.

he cums basically wherever you want, on ur ass, anywhere

aftercare, he will help you wash, and try cuddling with you.

#motley crue #nikki sixx #mick mars #vince neil #tommy lee #motley crue smut #headcanon #smutty

[theragnarokd]

[i deny anything to do with this. dirk writing fanfiction, modern no sburb au, rated T so far, lots of self loathing and judginess]

It was the end of the evening shift. He did a lot of closing nowadays, night blurring into dawn: there wasn’t anyone to drag him out. Not anymore. On the counter, there was a finished drink, the customer’s name written on it in sharpie. His coworker must have ducked out just before calling out their name. He picks it up. It’s not until he calls out the name that it registers: “Enkidu!” From the back of the coffee shop, a familiar figure approaches, and Gilgamesh’s heart clenched. For a desperate moment, he dared to hope.

Dirk exhales, rereading the paragraphs for typos. Then he saves it into the folder titled Oubliette, and opens a different text file. His SBaHJ reverse-mpreg vore isn’t going to write itself, and Dirk can’t disappoint his readership.

Even as the thought forms, his inbox dings. His heart speeds up at the view of the sweetest words known to man or machine:

[AO3] Comment on SBaHJ: the Romeomance

Of course he immediately opens the notification.

centaursTesticle left the following comment:

My admiration, as always, is yours. I would be happy to read more in this GRIPPING tale

Dirk permits himself a small smile. This guy has been commenting on Dirk’s fics, first in a binge and now on every new installment he updated. Dirk mentally fist-bumps him before opening his WIP folder, where the relevant fic document lives. It’s a good day.

It is not a good night.

Dirk should go the fuck to sleep. Or at least to shower. He washed the dishes earlier and his shirt has more unmentionable fluids on it than his latest fic update, which is saying something.

Instead, he goes to Romeomance’s page and hits refresh.

Not even a tick on the visit count.

This is stupid. Dirk is being a useless idiot. If people can’t appreciate his subtle satire and how it corresponds with the tone of the original comics and movies, that’s on them, and not on him.

There’s a newer fanfic than his with twice the hitcount, not even looking at kudos.

Well, so what? People like what they like. As long as Dirk is happy with the stuff he writes – and while he’s always aware of places he could improve, he rather is happy with it – what does it matter what response some other person’s fic gets?

The title is a lower-case quote from a song that was in the top 40s ten years ago. The tags include Enemies to Lovers, Only One Bed, and Slow Burn. (The fic isn’t even 10K, and it’s marked as complete, so Dirk is a teensy bit skeptical of how slow that burn is.)

Dirk clicks in. Maybe he can learn a thing or two.

The first two paragraphs make a fairly clever allusion to the famous stairs monologue. It’s a surprisingly fresh outlook on a piece of canon that’s been worn to palimpsest and back by fanon. It could be a good fic. Dirk might enjoy it. Better, Dirk might learn how to write something that isn’t worthless drivel–

He closes the tab.

This would be an excellent time to go shower.

He opens the tab again. He reads through the story grimly, marking how the dialogue sounds lively and not like two finger puppets squeaking at one another. Yes, okay, it’s a stylistic choice for Dirk. That, and he can’t fucking write dialogue to save his life.

By the time Dirk reaches the author’s notes at the end, the only argument he can make against deleting all his own fic is that it can serve as a cautionary tale.

The end notes thank two beta readers. Dirk runs his fics past Roxy when he can swing it, but for the most part, he hasn’t managed to attract a beta reader in years. Maybe that’s why everything he writes gargles balls.

There’s also a link to the author’s entry in the Every Little Bid Helps fanfic auction. Dirk clicks on the link mostly out of self preservation: if he rereads this fic, he really will orphan his account. That would be sad for that centaursTesticle guy, wouldn’t it? Think of the testicles. The centaur ones.

#my fic #dirk strider #whomstve

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Rules (Re-vamped for new added fandoms, rules, prefrences, Master List, and Current Works)

(Re-vamped for new added fandoms, rules, and prefrences)

“I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.”-Howard Philips Lovecraft

Hello I'm Mr. Cosmic, I am a Romantic Asexual Man (Not sex repulsed, I actually find the concept of sex and how deeply it is ingrained in humanity fascinating) my birthday is September 26th, My favorite food is Spaghetti and Garlic Bread (I know I know, Asexuals and garlic bread), my favorite drink is home made Mountain Tea, I love writing romantic and fluffy things but I also may right angst if I'm in the right mood, My favorite bands are Queens Of The Stone Age, Arctic Monkeys, Franz Ferdinand, Iron Maiden, Nujabes (RIP), Megadeth, Rob Zombie, and Foo Fighters, I hope we can all get along!

I take recommendations for shows to watch and add to the list of fandoms and music to listen to while I write (I am partial to fast paced songs, but I also enjoy slower ones)

I am also associated with the @favonius-library and @ecrin-de-litterature

ASKS ARE: OPEN!

ALL OF MY CURRENT WORKS

ALL OF MY CURRENT WORKS PT.2

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Rules

I only write romance for female characters but I'm perfectly fine with writing platonic male relationships (There are a few exceptions but most of the time this is the rule of thumb to go by)

I write for G/N, Male, and Female readers

Like any other Tumblr I reserve the right to reject asks

Be Respectful.

Do Not Hate On People In The Comments!

No Homophobia, Transphobia, etc. etc.

If You Have A Question About A Post Ask In The Comments Of The Post please.

No Politics!

I prefer to write for Ladies but I will do guys once in a blue moon if they're a part of the ask.

Due to a recent attempt to write trans characters and the anxiety attack which affected my willingness to write I have made the decision to (For the moment this may change though it is unlikely) not write Trans character's there is nothing wrong with Trans People I just feel like I can't portray them properly.

IF ONE MORE GODDAMN FUCKING PORN BOT OR BLANK BLOG FOLLOWS ME I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL GO ON A GODDAMN PURGE SO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CUSTOMIZE YOUR TUMBLR OR I MIGHT ACCIDENTALLY BAN HAMMER YOU!!!

FANDOMS

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Reverse 1999

Lobotomy Corporation

Library Of Ruina

Limbus Company

Bleach

RWBY

Chainsaw man

Jujutsu Kaisen

Fate Grand Order and Fate in general

Danganropa

Persona 3

Persona 4

Persona 5

River City Girls

Guilty Gear

Granblue Fantasy

Blazblue

Skullgirls

Under Night In Birth

Street Fighter

Resident Evil

Final Fantasy

Fear & Hunger

Fear & Hunger: Termina

Hi-Fi Rush

Trails Of Cold Steel

Girls Front Line

Bloodborne

Elden Ring

(To Be Added)

What I Will Do

Character x Reader

All of the dere's (Yandere, Kudere, Tsundere, Goudere, Masodere, Sadodere etc. etc.)

Poly

Character x Multiple (Separate from Poly, NSFW only Ex. Free Use)

Platonic Relationships

NSFW (If You Want a Specific Kink You Have To Ask)

(More To Be Added)

What I Won’t Do

Underage

Non-Con (I might do CNC)

Kinks like Scat and Vore

NTR

(More To Be Added)

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#jjk x reader #jjk x you #bleach x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #chainsaw man x y/n #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x reader #fate x reader #fgo x reader #fate grand order x reader #danganropa x you #danganropa x reader #that time i got reincarnated as a slime x reader #tensura x reader #bloodborne x reader #elden ring x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 4 x reader #persona 3 x reader #guilty gear x reader #blazblue x reader #skullgirls x reader #resident evil x reader #r1999 x reader

[death-to-posers]

As promised, here’s that list of people I will/won’t write for, and also my boundaries etc.

Will do:

Smut✅

Angst✅

Fluff✅

Some averagely kinky stuff✅

x reader fics✅

platonic ships & fics✅

sodomy✅

Queer fics (f character x f reader, m character x m reader etc, I will write for non binary readers too. Please specify the gender you want the reader to be when you request or I will default to non binary)✅

Won’t do:

R*pe/Non con❌

Adult x minor ❌ (no weird pedo shit)

Anything that glorifies or sexualises severe domestic abuse❌

Pregnancy fics (I can’t I’m sorry.)❌

Shit kinks💀 (come on now..)❌

Vomit kinks (why.)❌

Foot fetish related stuff❌

Incest❌

furry/zoophile shit❌

vore❌

eating disorder/self harm stuff (I know a lot of people originally used this as a coping mechanism but it eventually evolved into the romanticism of anorexia and self harm and I do not stand for that.)❌

Might do, depends on the request:

Ships between two real people (unless they’re an actual couple I will probably be against this)

People/bands I will write for:

AC/DC (all members)

Alestorm (all members)

Abbath (all members)

Alice In Chains (all members)

Abbath Doom Occulta

Bathory (all members)

Behemoth (all members)

Billy Idol

Björk

Black Sabbath (all members)

Bon Jovi (all members)

Burzum (all members but it’s just Varg so this goes without saying)

Cannibal Corpse (all members)

Carpathian Forest (all members)

Courtney Love

Celtic Frost (all members)

Darkthrone (all members)

Disturbed (all members)

The Doors (all members)

Dream Theater (all members)

Evanescence (all members)

Foo Fighters (all members)

Ghost/Ghost B.C. (all members)

Gloryhammer (all members)

God Seed (all members)

Gojira (all members)

Gorgoroth (all members)

Green Day (all members)

Hanoi Rocks (all members)

Helloween (all members)

Hole (all members)

Immortal (all members)

Iron Maiden (all members)

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts (all members)

Judas Priest (all members)

King Ov Hell

KoRn (all members except David Silveria)

Lamb Of God (all members)

Lana Del Rey

Limp Bizkit (all members)

Marilyn Manson/Marilyn Manson & The Spooky Kids (all members)

Mayhem (all members)

Megadeth (all members)

Metallica (all members)

Misfits (all members)

Morbid (all members)

Motörhead (all members)

Murderdolls (all members)

My Chemical Romance (all members except Bob)

Necrobutcher

Nickelback (all members)

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Old Funeral (all members)

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Ozzy Osbourne

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Ronnie James Dio

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Serj Tankian

Sirenia (all members)

Slaughter To Prevail (all members)

Slayer (all members)

System Of A Down (all members)

Type O Negative (all members)

Twisted Sister (all members)

Tool (all members)

Varg Vikernes

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Any kpop bands.

Any actors/actresses

Deftones (there’s no negotiation. I will not write for Deftones. End of discussion.)

Blink-182 (same as Deftones)

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Tokio Hotel (nothing against them but no thanks)

One Direction (come on.)

C*rey Taylor/most of Slipknot. (I will write for Joey and Jay though, my pookies)

Mindless Self Indulgence (foul ass band I despise all of the members)

And when I said I won’t write a romantic fic between two real people I meant it. Platonic is more than okay, we love some platonic bandmate fluff but beyond that is a fat no unless they’re actually married/dating. So it goes without saying that I will NOT write Davisdurst, don’t even start. Do not.

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Ch. 98 // Right Into The Spikes // Day-Off

Contents (Warnings): The chaos of trying to flee Andras (Angst, slight blood and gore warning, soft safe vore, partial fatal vore, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 7,000+ ((THIS CHAPTER TOOK A HOT MINUTE BUT I'M BACK AGAIN, BABBBBYYYYY)

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Too many to recount.

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Lynette

Another startling rumble made my eyes tilt above as if I could see through the ceiling. I could barely make out Zetsu's rough shape and Drake standing beside me. 

"Alexander's probably fighting up there." Drake's voice trembled. 

I clenched my fists, and moved towards where I thought Zetsu was. "Then let's go, I'll get Zetsu." 

Drake bumped his chest into my shoulder and spoke over me. "Don't let him anywhere near you."

I glanced up at his softly glowing hue. "We're going in the elevator. He's going to be near me." 

Drake grumbled, almost as if he hissed at me. "He can walk alone—it should be wearing off soon." He leaned near my face and whispered like it was a threat, "Besides that, you're going to stay by me." 

He quickly pulled back when the ceiling rumbled more. "Damn it, Chase." He dropped down and pushed at Zetsu's shoulder with his own, "Come on, get up, we gotta go."

If he's trusting me enough on this, Zetsu's heart must not sound that bad, right? I wasn't sure how everything was for Drake; all I knew was that humans sounded the strongest to him and that he could tell when people were lying. 

I didn't know if he was bad or good. He never threatened me like everyone else. Zetsu had no reason to try to be nice to me. 

I selfishly didn't want to see more people die, either. 

Zetsu let out a soft groan as he got up. 

"Why didn't you use reversal magic," Drake proded first. 

Zetsu stood up. Whenever he's up, I'm reminded of my 'ruthless' teacher, Garter. Zetsu had the same height and lanky frame.

"I-I can't use magic that well, except slightly altering human cases."

"What?" Drake cackled briefly before realizing Zetsu was serious. "You sure know how to pick them, Lynette." Drake pressed into me from behind and pushed me toward the distant light of the open elevator. "I cannot believe that. Why would Andras want someone who can't even use magic." 

Zetsu muttered as he followed. "He had my brother before, not me."

Drake didn't respond, and he corralled me to the light. "You can tell he's not lying."

Drake let out a grunt, "Yeah. Doesn't mean I'm not trusting him."

As we approached the elevator, the rumbling going off above us again, I looked through the bars of the other cells. When Victoria escorted me down the first time, she used her flames to threaten me to move along and anything else that moved close to the elevator light. 

There are other people or human-cased monsters in the cells. 

"We should help those in the cages too."

Drake snapped at the idea, "No." 

"But-" 

He stopped my rebuttal. "We can barely help ourselves, Lynette." 

I narrowed my brows, "If you were trapped down here and you saw people escaping, wouldn't you hope they helped you, too? We can't leave them down here."

"Yes, we can." 

I gasped, "Drake." I stopped, and he collided with my back. 

I flipped to face him, and he growled. "This isn't the same situation. I can't do anything to protect myself because I'm bound by these cuffs and injected with wolfsbane. Zetsu can't even use magic properly." He bared his fangs at me, "And you are weaponless, magic-less, and too idiotically kind for your own good." He pointed his head to them. "Let's say we let them out, then what? They're starved, and you are the best meal among us. Are you going to offer yourself to them too? You don't even know how good any of them are."

I took a step back. "If they're in cages-"

"It doesn't mean anything. Andras is a psychopath who loves money and is obsessed with rare things. He could grab anyone." Drake pushed into me again. "WE need to get out of here first, then we can deal with everyone else." 

That isn't right. 

"The more people, the better chance of escape?" Zetsu asked. 

Why does that sound like you mean to use them as bait? 

"You're taking us to the top, we're getting Chase, I'm getting out of these cuffs, and I'm killing Andras. Then we can worry about them." Drake answered sharply.

"You shouldn't-"

Right outside the elevator he hissed. "I'm doing what I said, Lynette." 

I held my tongue, and swore in my head. I won't let you, Drake.

...

Alexander

Everything was still a blur without his glasses unless things were in his face.

So, he couldn't make out her figure even after he used 'blink' to be close to her airborne body. The hand he stretched out to stop her grazed her skin. It was only for a second, not long enough to cast anything. 

The inferno of fire raging from her back flapped, and he saw what he believed were her hands spread out. They soon grew into the giant fiery hands that she battered him with the entire time.

She'll crush me between them. His mind quickly jumped to the last trick she hadn't seen him do. It was something he rarely ever used in combat. 

He forcibly size-shifted his body. It increased his reach and allowed one of his hands to grab her face and neck. It stunned her momentarily, enough for her wings to collapse, trying to carry his weight. 

He brought her into himself and threw his other palm at her chest to hit her seal. She ignited her whole body to make him let go. He fought it back and finished. 

In an instant, when he had completed the magic lock on her case, her fire went out. "What- arg-" He twisted her in the air as they fell. She fought to remove his hold until they crashed into the already-formed crater in the charred garden she had made with Alexander prior. 

She was a drakin like Lev, so her durability in her human case compensated for that. Thus, using her as a cushion for their fall didn't damage her. 

She strained to escape him, holding her into his chest. "How the hell did you do that?!" Her wild, scared eyes matched her voice. 

She couldn't stop him at this point—she had no way to break her human case, and for the time being, she had no way to use magic either. 

Alexander dropped her, and before she recovered, he rolled her over and grabbed her hands with one arm. He threw them up into her untamed hair and used the altering properties in creation magic to make her wavy locks intertwine around her wrists like handcuffs. 

He let go, and she couldn't undo her hands from it. "What is this?!"

He didn't answer. Alexander couldn't as he fought to contain his monster form. It felt like it moved under his flesh and pushed at his skin to create an opening. 

I used too much magic. When he used magic he didn't know too well it cost more energy, like the kind he used to get here and temporarily seal hers in her case. 

He couldn't focus anymore, not on the distant sounds or what his opponent yelled about.

He glanced down, finally seeing the woman bit into his hand. She lacked the strength to break his skin. 

I need energy. His thoughts repeated. His senses became warped with the need. If I let myself go, would I get violent? Would my form be docile? Would I go after Lynette?

As his body yearned for energy, his senses heightened further. Typically, his sense of smell was so refined that he could detect subtle details in humans, including whether someone was sickly, pregnant, or even their age.

Now, the once faint scent of his coworker smelled like she was right next to him. It frustratingly made him want to leave this woman here and find Lynette. I'm not here to do that.

His eyes narrowed on his opponent. He moved his hand from her upper body, and she attempted to make a break for it. He got a better hold of her with two hands and brought her to his face. 

"Don't you dare," her threat faintly reached his ears.

His nose scrunched at her smell. He had gotten used to the rancid smell of monsters and hybrids around him, except when his senses were on high alert like this. 

She smells so fucking gross. His stomach revolted at the idea he had. There's no choice. He swallowed hard before moving her closer to his mouth.

She cussed and frantically fought him, attempting to kick under his chin or at his neck. "PUT ME DOWN OR I'LL BURN YOUR INSIDES!"

He tightened his grip on her upper torso, and upon his tongue coming in contact with her, it curled back.

Any being to him besides humans tasted foul, like hot, rotting garbage left out in the sun for a week to cook. 

His repulsed instincts pleaded with him not to have that sour and curdled flavor again. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, fought against it and pushed her in his mouth as much as he could. 

He didn't even have a chance to swallow her yet before his throat involuntarily gagged.

Her overabundance of energy only made her foul taste burn. His hands trembled so much that their grip slowly loosened. He barely kept himself from dropping her. 

The eyes he squeezed together watered as he took his first gulp.

Stop thinking about her taste, damn it. He sometimes wished he didn't taste at all. He always thought everything would be easier if he couldn't enjoy it. Dull, sure, but maybe his senses wouldn't be so desperate to have humans then. 

He pulled her further inside him. Work with me. He begged himself when it tried to reject his 'meal.' 

Her consistent squirming drew his attention more than her muffled yelling did. It dragged on for what he thought was an eternity.

He collapsed onto his knees when he finished. His arms wrapped around his abdomen. To keep his mouth from opening, he bit hard into his lip—two more minutes. 

He gasped and hunched over. He quickly snapped his teeth shut. Unfortunately for him, he could still taste her in his stomach. And it started to squeeze and constrict around her in its pain.

His body denied his request. He felt her coming back up. He tried to stop it, but she tasted the same to him as someone swallowing bile-filled throw-up. 

He released her. 

His stomach contracted in discomfort and relief, making sure every bit of her was out. He still heaved and spat out the left-over saliva with her taste in his mouth.

He got what he needed: a lot of her energy. His body drained from people quickly when it needed to. It didn't take enough to kill her, though. She lay barely conscious on the ground. 

Unable to move with the excess of saliva on her. 

He stumbled to his feet, the feeling of disgust slowly subsiding enough for him to take in more of his surroundings. There still weren't any guards looking over the hole. He didn't know why until his mind finally registered the loud bangs in the distance. His nose also picked up on the faint familiar smell brought down wind by the breeze. 

How the hell did he get here?

...

(Fifteen minutes earlier)

Wicks

The last thing Lynette mentioned was that Alexander had arrived at the mall, and it was his signature that Wicks followed from location to location until he ended up here, at the ridge of a low mountain leading to a valley. 

Alexander can't be dumb enough to think I wouldn't follow him. Meaning, it's worse. 

Upon sliding down the mountain's edge with Garter, the barrier confirmed his theory. 

"That's Andras's Magic," Garter said. He glanced at Wicks, a third icy eye at his forehead. "We should find the weak point." 

Garter jogged further down the valley's border and stopped when Wicks didn't follow. 

His hazel eyes burst with their vibrant gold glow. Wicks closed his fist, pulled it back, coated it with every enhancement he could, and threw it into the dome.

Immediately, a stream of cracks spread across its surface like he was a venomous snake, and his fist was the fangs. 

The dome's heavy resistance measure struggled to infect him back. His arm began to pop with stressed veins.

"AHHHH!" He shouted as he pushed all his weight forward. 

The dome lost and snapped under him. In a misty cloud of dust, it exploded without touching anything.

"Found the weak point." He replied to Garter. 

He peeked at his mangled arm. Red drizzled down it through his popped vessels. He ignored it after and shook it off as it healed. 

His lanky friend followed behind, "we should call it in."

Wicks knew Garter merely said that because of what Wicks had done last time something like this happened. "You call it in and handle the others that might try to escape, okay?" Wicks held up his fist for Garter to tap with his to confirm the plan. 

"I'm going in after," Garter said as he did.  

"I'll have Andras down by then." Although Wicks wanted to smile with that joke and reassure his friend, his emotions refused.  

Andras has been found guilty of selling monsters, not humans. I can't imagine him doing anything that to Lynette. Anxiety squeezed his heart. She's not dead. He has her somewhere deeper inside with another barrier—that's why I can't reach her. 

Wicks usually could follow her tether to him, except here. 

He disregarded it and chose to stay diligent. He would save her.

Wicks marched across the grounds, through the trees, and toward the large building that resembled a hotel. 

A small lake rested ahead of his path, and he strode over the bridge to cross it. His steps, strong and thick, like a stew, soon rested at the center of it.

At the other end, a shirtless titan of a man stood. He blocked the way off the bridge, not that Wicks could jump over him, jump off the bridge, etc. 

"Move or take me to Andras," Wicks said aggressively. 

The burly man didn't respond with words. Half a dozen, what Wicks first thought were limbs sprung up behind his back. He thought the male must have been an Arachne as they faced Wicks and were curved. That quickly changed when those 'limbs' shot at him. 

Each light yellowish-colored 10-inch thick needle went straight at his face and zipped into different angles around him. Some twisting and turning, yet all stayed at his head level. 

Wicks didn't flinch, even as they shot to his head in unison. He remained still, confident his own cloak would break them. They halted centimeters away from touching his cloak. "I won't ask again." Wicks gave his final warning. He figured his lack of reaction to the danger scared the man.

Though, he was mistaken as he smirked at him instead. 

Fine then. Wicks's eyes brightened further as he equipped his enhancements. At that point, the enemy had an understanding, mainly as Wicks shot at the man because he popped open his human case.

Most Magus would attempt to lock a monster's human case back up, though much giant-sized monsters, as Wick's opponent, were challenging for the average Magus. He dwarfed the building behind him, and his body towered over Wicks. It still did little to stop him from slamming his fist straight into the heavily calcified, skeleton-looking monster's front ankle. He shattered through half of it, as it was stronger than Wicks anticipated. The shards that exploded from that area were either partially reduced to dust, or escaped and were recollected again by other needles spouting from the limb. 

Huh. The being Wicks knew was at least ten times his height, then struck into him with that same ankle/shin area. Soon, kicked like a toy in annoyance. 

Upon striking him, the kinetic energy of his opponent was collected in his cloak, so all he took was the throw itself. It sent him airborne, the wind blowing against his back and swooshing through his ears. 

He could see the monstrosity's skull, which looked pretty human, except with sharper features and beartrap incisors, jitter. Its eyeballs spun in their sockets before they landed on him. 

It moved at him as he lost momentum in the air, and its arm came out to swat him down with its hand. 

His eyes darted to the side over its shoulder, and right before he was hit, he used 'blink.' The enemy swatted at the air, and Wicks threw his fist to their neck. 

It opened a hole where he tried, and the air pressure from the hit echoed down its body and out of its partially opening mouth in a loud, deafening whistle. It can control and alter parts of its body at will. Great.

Its eyes glanced down at him, and out of the hole, a plethora of needles sprung out to catch him. They all slammed and washed over his cloak like a wave and split like a rush of toothpicks used as a battering ram against a steel wall. 

However, the larger body on its shoulder only reabsorbed every broken part. 

Not that it mattered. As Wicks built up enough damage with this cloak, he waited until the monster's hand swung up to get him. He pretended he didn't notice and allowed it to clutch around him with its sharpened fingers. The insides of the fingers were sharpened too, like they were all their own knife.

He released his cloak when it firmly had him. Although his cloaks could take a great deal of damage, there was still a limit to how much damage they could take. If they took too much they'd break on their own. So a controlled one like this was best.

The monster's hand pulped first, followed by the rest of the right side of its neck. 

He regenerated a new cloak and repeated this process a few times, whittling it down and occasionally allowing himself to be struck to build it up. 

After what felt like hours, he had to create space between it and himself. He stood his ground in front of it, huffing. His damage was working. Despite it's decreasing size, it'd take forever to destroy at his current rate. He couldn't create a fusillade strong enough to break it in one hit. The bones themselves were malleable to the creature and solid to anything else that struck them.

I'll run out of energy before I kill him at this point. Wicks thought. 

He hadn't assessed any weak spots. The eyes disappeared when he tried to strike them, and he couldn't collect its energy from the bones. So, your core's deep inside, surrounded by your energy. He stayed idle too long. The bones erupted from the ground. He barely cloaked himself before they all struck. He dodged the rest and ran forward. 

If I can't hit your eyes directly, I wonder if you have a mind in there. He used 'blink' again and ended up high above its head. Wicks shifted his 'gravity,' something he learned from a particular cocky nuisance, and came down along with his enhancements. 

The head caved in, as expected, to reveal no brain. The light, however, allowed him to see further down its thick neck for bones—there was something fleshy deeper inside.

ARGH. He groaned internally. Wicks pushed back before the skull could skewer him and landed on the destroyed parts of the bridge. The monstrosity tripped back and into the side of the building. It collapsed under his dense weight, and the monsters hiding in the lobby made a break for it. You're about to have quite a lot of them, Garter. Wicks thought. 

Most of them broke their cases and scattered. Many monsters weren't that much taller than 30 feet, and though he had whittled the monstrosity down, it still rained superior to those evacuating. 

Wicks would have attacked again but didn't dare jeopardize more of the building he believed held his sister. I still can't sense her. And that hesitation is what allowed it to attack everything that ran.

Its bones broke into their bodies. Wicks strangled his gaze on them. Not every blow would have killed the monsters, most missed their vital organs. Or, that's what Wicks believed. Something happened that he hadn't discovered the skeleton monster could do. All the bones it sent into others, fused with theirs and fused theirs all together. And in one foul swoop, it ripped their skeletons from their bodies. 

The corpses were reduced to gooey mounds of flesh and organs that were barely distinguishable from one another.

Those had to be Andras's clients and those that man worked with. What the hell.

Wicks couldn't believe he'd absorb their bones without an ounce of remorse. It didn't even bat an eye as it went to attack him more. 

His mind glossed over. The lack of consideration or hesitation threatened him. Lynette could have met this thing. Wicks could be fighting it while it's using part of her. He might have even dusted her bones. 

His anger bellowed into a frenzy, and he expanded what he barely had. Battering what he could while taking what it threw at him. He knew he couldn't let it break his cloak and worm into his body—he'd end up like the others if it did. 

His heart felt like it would explode. Every breath was labored, and erratically strained. The monster still had more energy than Wicks and took time to feast on the corpses below to get more. It swallowed them up quick, in between parts of their fight.

It's going to be disgusting, but I have no choice. I'll run out of energy before it does at this rate. 

He hadn't met many monsters that could withstand him, especially after how much damage he threw out. 

He noticed something fiery in the air. Another enemy?! He couldn't handle another. As the monstrosity definitely recognized her. Its vision stuck to her and hers to it. 

GOOD. Wicks said as he exhaled and threw himself up; he 'blinked' in front of it's face. It had gotten used to him doing so, which made everything more complicated for Wicks, yet this time, it didn't react to reach him. It remained on the girl and turned its body like it wanted to help her. 

Wicks didn't care, he'd use this advantage. He slammed his fist down into its teeth. Its mouth burst with his power, and he threw himself inside as it reformed. 

It wasn't slick, and this part still lacked anything with flesh. That's further down its throat. Rows of teeth overtook its mouth, even along the roof and where a tongue should be. They all came down on Wicks when it slammed its jaw shut. 

His cloak was weaker to conserve his energy, so the sudden snap brought him down and started to puncture into it. Its points pushed at the material, almost stabbing into him on all sides; his head and chest were the most protected. Regardless, if any of it got to his other limbs, his bones would be in jeopardy. 

The monstrosity continued grinding at his body, excited to make him a fine paste. 

I have to break it, but if I don't make it, I'm screwed. It was his last resort. He could teleport out of this situation and run, though if he did, he didn't know if he'd find this assailant later. They could have killed his sister, they could go after Garter, or she could be inside the building, and it will kill her as a resource after.

This ends now. Wicks made his cloak blow up. It broke enough for him to escape, and against everything he knew, to fall further down it's esophagus.

He slipped down into the darkness, his eyes glowing part of the way. They illuminated the pulsating dark purple flesh below. Great! He didn't get a chance to reach it as the bones in it's throat slammed against his arms, crushing them. He cussed, knew he had little time left, and quickly kicked off his shoe. He could feel the flesh at the back of his calf. It created blocks above, enough to snap his arms but not snap them off completely so the needles could be injected inside.

He got his sock off and yelled in a mixture of excruciating pain and satisfaction as he slammed his foot into the flesh to take it's energy. "SUCK IT, CABRÓN!"

He rapidly drained the monster, and its bones let go of his arms. It at least allowed them to heal as he slipped deeper. The monster moved around outside as the acidic hot air funneled up into Wicks's nose and burned his eyes.  

He didn't expect it to let him go before he blew it from the inside. I'm not landing in your acid! Wicks shouted in his head as he used the energy he absorbed while it was disoriented and weak to create an explosive blast. 

It illuminated everything in an unavoidable detonation. The gunk was expelled everywhere, along with it's bones. Wicks felt his first breath of fresh air as he was flung out and crashed to the ground. 

His body was covered in its slickness and partial acid that didn't seem to burn; if anything, it sizzled away being exposed to the air like this.

Its skull was on the floor near him, no longer jittering.

His victory was short-lived. As the sky drizzled with his opponents bones, he could see the building he assumed his sister was in was littered with the fragments as well.

I can sense her. She was so close. Please be okay, Lentils, I'm coming.

...

Alexander

Alexander figured the C.P.P.A. must be involved now. That's what he thought knowing Wicks was in the picture. I'll leave her to them, then. He thought as she couldn't do much damage in her current state.

As he struggled to follow Lynette's scent as he figured she'd know where Drake was. He climbed from the hole and as he got to his feet, dark shadows appeared across the ground. Each varying in size, only getting bigger and wider as whatever creating them approached.

He scanned up, seeing dozens of what looked to be giant quills? raining from the sky. His eyes flicked immediately to the crater. Shit. He threw himself down the hole and created a barrier over the top, while he shielded her with his body.

The sounds of the raining destruction whistled around him. He could hear them shattering windows, tearing up the ground around them, distant trees collapsing as they've been sliced, as well as feel a few strike his barrier.

In her daze she hissed at him, "your stupid, helping your enemy. I could kill you."

He didn't acknowledge her. He didn't care what she had to say.

There was a crack from above, as one heavy 'quill' slammed down into his barrier. It didn't fully break it, but it slid inside enough to cut his cheek, though it's point never reached her.

Her yellow eyes slowly and lazily looked back and forth, from the sky to and at the fragment that penetrated the interior and partially cut Alexander.

While her eyes focused on him, a drop of his blood fell, right over upper cheek, near her right eye.

"H-he never uses this many bones." Her voice weakly whispered.

He didn't know what she was talking about. Though those coming from above seemed to be slowing to a stop, and the blood droplet fell down the side of her cheek.

"It-it wasn't...T-Terrance." her voice hiccupped. She narrowed her eyes on Alexander and yelled out through her strained vocals. "I'LL KILL YOU; WE'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!"

And with a final burst of weak, pitiful flames from her mouth, she fainted.

...

(Five minutes earlier)

Lynette

The elevator shook when Zetsu got in. Whatever was happening outside hadn't stopped. 

"Hurry up," Drake impatiently snarled to the boy as he pressed in the code.

I'd be the same in Drake's position if I knew Wicks got involved, for my sake. 

Zetsu pressed the button, and the door shut. I'll tell Wicks about all this when we escape, then the C.P.P.A. can get involved and help them. 

I didn't assume everyone down there was bad; after all, they were reticent and didn't say anything wrong to us. My heart twinged briefly. I hope they weren't trained to be like that. 

The thought disgusted me. Not that this whole scenario didn't. If we can't escape- I refused to continue that thought. We're going to. I didn't want to poke holes in this plan, especially not over the fact that I didn't know how we'd help Alexander if he was fighting. I couldn't do anything without a weapon, even if I had one; I've only been training with it for three weeks. 

It wasn't long before I perked at the ding. Drake raced to the giant windows overlooking the back while Zetsu slowly followed. Drake threatened him before we got on the elevator. He didn't think I heard him threaten to kill Zetsu if he ran away. 

I walked out of the elevator and into the lightless office. Andras might be out there with Alexander, too. "We should try to leave through the windows," I shouted, walking toward the desk. 

Then, something moved out of the corner of my left eye. The figure was too quick to register. They got behind me before I said another word.

Their hand wrapped firmly under my chin and the other at my left shoulder. I couldn't move because of the looming threat that they'd snap my neck if I did.

"You took a long time, Zetsu. I was waiting." Andras's voice hummed. His warm breath harshly caressed my lower neck along with his fangs.

Drake turned, and because of the current state of his bangs, I saw his eyes widen and then focus on us.

Why didn't I run out with them? 

I blamed myself as Zetsu reached a timid hand out from the middle of the room. "Don't hurt her too."

Drake flinched when Andras's attention shifted to him instead. 

"Do you think you can reach me before I get a proper taste of her, Flawless?" His lips pressed at the dip between my neck and shoulder.

I didn't have a chance to do anything as the next thing I knew, the pain exploded there. 

His teeth easily tore through my flesh as Drake darted to us. He was too far to stop it. 

My mind couldn't concentrate on anything else but the searing pain that compelled me to yell. It felt so hot and like the slightest movement in my left arm would make it collapse and split from my body.

Though, soon, he let me go. He threw me forward and himself back. I didn't understand why. I was still alive, wasn't I? Only when I saw the object overtaking the window did I understand. 

It broke through instantly, shattering the glass and coming right for me. I swore I heard something as it did, perhaps my name? And someone laughing. Probably Andras.

And without my feet properly planted, I moved again. Farther from the object, someone else traded places by yanking me by my right arm and throwing me toward Drake.

The loud shatter of the wall was the next thing that entered my ears as soon as my body collapsed into his.

Drake ordered something about holding. My left felt too numb to move, so I gripped his shirt with my left. Or everything felt numb. I couldn't tell.

The floor shook below us and broke. I barely clung to Drake's front as we fell. After we hit the bottom, he had to have gotten me off of himself because now he was huddled over me.

His body struggled to keep me safe with his arms still bound. He stopped and might have reached me. From what I could tell from the soft pillars of smoke and light, little of it collapsed near us. 

The heated stings slowly returned, increasing with every beat of my heart. It's like I could hear it thumping in my ear. I turned my head to look at it.

"Move," Drake said as he leaned toward my wound.

I didn't want him to bite me. My wound was getting worse, feeling worse. 

I cried out with strained breaths as his tongue strode across it. My eyes welled up, not that their heat even matched the searing pain coming from near my neck.

"STOP!" My voice squeaked. 

It didn't matter what I said—he didn't. My left arm couldn't move, so I pushed at him weakly with my right. I kept doing so until the pain started to leave, and the numbing returned. Everything just feels so cold now. I struggled to see. Don't close. Don't close. I begged my eyes. 

"I'm going to bite you," Drake warned softly. "My venom will increase your blood reproduction, so you'll compensate for what you lost and heal it faster." 

My head wouldn't nod, and my chapped lips didn't move. All I knew was that he didn't bring his head back up before I passed out. 

...

Drake

He felt stupid. Alexander meant the world to him—he was no less than a brother to Drake. He cared about him as much as he did his own family. 

That's why he needed to get to him and why it distracted him once he left the elevator.  

I should have known that demon would stay behind. 

Drake knew Andras would kill her. Not right away; he'd make Drake suffer through it first and, in turn, Lynette, too. 

He couldn't reach her before Andras took his first bite. 

He was familiar with being torn into, the sounds, the pain, his own flesh visible between their teeth. Despite that, he hadn't seen it happen to someone else. The utter torment twisted on their face, the deafening sound of their cry, and feel of failure for not preventing it. 

His mind hadn't even processed that it was human blood oozing from her wound; he was too caught up in the fact that it was Lynette about to be killed because of him.

His legs almost buckled to beg Andras not to take another bite because he wouldn't reach her in time. And if he did, Drake had no way to take her from him.

Something else snatched his attention. The room overswelled with darkness. His eyes saw the impending spike burst through the glass. "Catch." Drake turned to see Andras toss Lynette toward it. 

NO!

Zetsu finally moved. He was closest to Lynette and Andras. He yelled her name, clasped her arm, and threw her at Drake. The spike slammed into him instead. 

Drake growled at her to grab him since he couldn't hold her into himself. She did as the floor collapsed from the massive piece breaking through it. 

Drake strained to curl what he could around her, and his back struck first against the ground with tiny pieces of rubble poking at his back. His eyes weakly glanced up to see more parts of the floor coming down. He moved his hips, legs, and shoulders to flip her off himself and hunched over her to protect her. 

Unfortunately, it forced him to be near her open, gushing wound. Her clothes were soaked down her left side. And the longer he was exposed to its aroma, the harder his already possessive addiction was to ignore. 

In most instances, he'd cuss and yell about it. And move past it by fixating on wanting to rip Andras's head slowly from his own body. However, his instincts had a point to their reaction in this situation.

She'll die if I don't bite her. 

Drake told her not to move when things calmed down. Not that his words helped. She kept squirming and gasping to breathe in her distress. Drake knew her adrenaline was wearing off. 

I should numb it first. His mouth began to produce the saliva that would numb an area to anything but his kind.

Drake leaned closer and ran his tongue around the edges of her wound first. She cried out. I know it hurts. He worked to coat it properly despite her anguished protests.

He lifted his head to tell her what he was about to do next, as she'd die soon if he didn't. 

He saw her eyes slump shut, and all her movements calmed. She passed out. He took a breath and sank his fangs next to her injury. 

Her body twitched, and he released his venom into her. He resisted his temptation to drink more than he already had from her neck.  

He sat up and watched the wound at her trapezius no longer bleed. It won't heal the same unless someone uses reversal magic on it. Drake thought as he scanned their surroundings next. It was hard for him to hear—there were bits of crumbling pieces from above and a few distant heartbeats. He caught Alexander's, Victoria's, and...Andras.

He always recognized that beat, an abnormal one for a magus, but his nonetheless. 

Drake could tell he wasn't far. He'd most likely find them soon. Especially if he fell on the other side of the pile at the center. Sitting in what looked like a library, tattered books, shelves, tables, and chairs were in their wake. 

There also was a hole outside, close to where they landed. 

I have to kill him. 

Drake struggled to get one foot planted, and she croaked before he got out of his kneeling position over her.

"Drake."

He glanced down at her. She moved her right side up while her left stayed down. 

"When you can move, get out of here." He pointed his head to the light. "Keep running and hide when you reach the bordering mountains."

He got up from her and stood. He turned his attention back to the pile of wood and stone. 

"Why just me." She whimpered. She sat upright, cradling her left side.  

"I'm going after him," Drake said. "He won't be expecting it."

"No, no, you're not." Lynette threw her right hand at his pant leg. "W-we have to go," she flickered around the room in her daze. "Find Zetsu and go." 

She doesn't know what happened? Drake wouldn't have this conversation with her. He yanked his pant leg away from her. 

"You have to go." Drake's lip lifted, and his nose pinched with his snarl. 

She shuffled her feet, pitifully fumbling to stand. "I-I'm not going to leave you to fight Andras. He'll k-kill you." 

How can you tell me something like that! Look at yourself? Drake's throat unintentionally released a growl, his fangs sharpening with anger. "He'll kill you." His eyebrows furrowed as he motioned to her body. "You're a helpless liability. You can't fight him, regenerate fast enough on your own, or even take anything he will throw out at you. Nor what any of us can throw at you for that matter." He lifted his leg and aimed his foot at her right shoulder. "I can easily push you down."

"And I'll get back up to stop you." 

Drake pulled back his foot and stomped it on the ground. "YOU will leave, and I'll end this."

She whimpered in pain and got to her feet. "I'm not helpless for wanting to run, and neither are you," Lynette said, wavering in her stance. Her left side slumped due to her injury and bloody, partially torn jacket.

"SHUT UP." I'm not like you.

"You can't fight him, Drake. You have no magic, can't go into your form, and are bound like that." She exclaimed while her arms remained down, like she mocked his inability to use his arms.

"AND I'M STILL BETTER THAN YOU!"

She shut her eyes and yelled back with a crack in her voice. "YOU'RE NOT STRONGER THAN ANDRAS."

Drake bared his fangs at her. "How can you judge!" He wanted to knock her over and fight her to prove he was better. 

"You know I'm right! And you keep-" She shook her head, not looking him in the eye. "If what you told me is true, Alexander risked his life for you. And you feel beyond guilty. I get that you want this reminder in your life gone. You want to make things right and end it." 

She stared back up at him, her body tilting to the right, "But you can't do it. You'll throw your life away for what? To show you tried?" 

Lynette stepped forward and almost fell over herself. "If you really want to apologize to him, Drake, live to tell him." 

This is far more complicated than you understand. I have to be the one to stop him. Drake struggled in his binds. I'll tear my arms off if I have to.

He didn't even realize she got closer. "Tell him that you're sorry, show him that you've changed, and live to be there for him and everyone else you want to say sorry to." Her broken voice passionately entered his ears. 

"I'm going to do both." Why can't I yell? Drake's throat prevented him from doing so. 

"Drake, please..." Lynette pleaded. Her right hand slowly lifted and tugged at the small corner of his shirt sleeve. It wasn't even hard. 

"Just let this go."

I am different. I let go. I tried that already. I tried to live like it never happened. Drake's vocal cords wouldn't answer. 

I'm going to kill him. I'm going to win. I'm not afraid. He watched her wobble. I'm-

He threatened to bite at her wrist. You're not right. He said in his head. IT started swirling with the thought of being trapped in here forever. He imagined being beaten and ripped to shreds day after day. It kept him from pulling away from her. 

I need to kill him for what I did. Drake insisted. It was for Alexander. Not for himself.  

Drake really didn't want to be here. I am scared. 

His facade of anger melted from his face. He didn't want to be trapped, he didn't want to see anyone die, nor did he really want to die. 

He turned himself so she could lean on his shoulder to walk.

"I'll...go." 

...

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Hey! So I wondered....about roles switch

Eren and Jackie (and maybe pedro?) being the giants, and Joey and Chester being the tinnies (and maybe Ray too?)

Jackie could have cast an accidental spell that made them switch. Thought it would be funny to read.

I've played around with role reversal and giants shrinking before in my story "Bucky's," and it's a lot of fun! If you're curious, these scenarios happen in chapter 34 and 35, as well as chapter 39 and 41. (MAJOR SPOILERS for Bucky's, obviously, if you're skipping to those chapters. I would recommend just reading the whole story, it's worth it! Also, content warning: tons of vore in those chapters!)

However, that story involves different characters, so I've prepared a little something with the characters you requested.

I'm terrible at oneshots, and I'm a little embarrassed at how bad this is since I hammered it out in a day without planning, but I will post it especially for you, dear anon! Hope you like it :)

Shrinking Shenanigans

Wordcount: 1.7k

Content warning: Contains mouthplay

Joey and Eren wanted to enjoy time with friends, so they invited Ray with his new boyfriend Pedro over to their apartment to hang out and watch a football game together. Eren had a human-sized couch that Joey set on top of the giant coffee table alongside a gigantic spread of oversized snacks. Joey, of course, was careful to keep everything separated so nobody would accidentally get eaten. 

Joey wasn’t into sports, being the nerd that he was, so he didn’t know any of the teams. Ray enjoyed athletics and exercise as a hobby, so he was more impassioned and invested in what was going on in the game. He explained to Joey the intricacies of the team dynamics as he got rowdy over exciting plays and rooted for his favorite team. Eren and Pedro chatted with each other and laughed over their shared experiences that came with living with giants. 

Meanwhile, Jackie and Chester were planning to visit Hunter to see how he was doing at his new school. Chester figured Hunter was tough enough to work through his struggles on his own, and needed some independence, but Jackie was worried about her troubled son. She made sure that Chester ate a big breakfast so he wouldn’t be tempted to eat anyone before conjuring a portal. 

Jackie, preoccupied with her concerns over her son and overwhelmed with fatigue and distress, made a foolish mistake with her portal spell. She accidentally opened the portal in the wrong spot, tethered to where she had sent Chester the last time they went though. Chester hopped through with Jackie, also not aware of the error until it was too late. 

The giant materialized above the table, nearly stomping on the two humans with his big boots. He managed to avoid them at the last second, kicking his feet to the side and slamming his knees into the table with a pained groan. As he contorted his body to avoid crushing the humans, he lost his hold on Jackie. She careened through the air with a cry before a different pair of giant hands caught her. Jackie blinked a few times, stunned, before looking up. 

She felt a jolt course through her body as a massive face she recognized loomed above her. Ray was the giant that caught her so she didn’t get hurt, but she only knew him as the giant who unknowingly ate her alive when she was trapped in a jelly donut. Ray was a gentle giant who wouldn’t hurt a fly, but Jackie didn’t know that. She panicked, unleashing the only magic she had left to protect herself, her blood magic.  

In her desperate haste, the spell went haywire. She only intended to grow herself in self-defense, but the magic ensnared every living body in the room and unleashed total chaos. The hands encompassing Jackie shrank and disappeared as she exploded in size. Pedro and Eren shot up in height, destroying the tiny human couch and knocking over the chips and dip. Chester shrank and fell into the guacamole that spilled on the floor. Joey vanished somewhere in the couch cushions. 

At first, nobody understood what had just happened. Eren and Pedro untangled their limbs from each other and stood up, baffled. The room suddenly felt very small. Eren in particular was heavily disoriented, since she hadn’t been in a room scaled to her size in years. She sat down on the giant couch, now properly sized to her, and looked around in a daze. 

A loud squeaking underneath her bottom made her jump up in shock. She fished between the cushions and pulled out a tiny squirming man by the leg. “J-Joey?” she exclaimed. Joey, barely the length of her pinky finger, flinched away from her deafening voice. “Oh my gosh, Joey!” 

Eren set Joey in her palm and cradled her hands around him protectively. Joey fumbled with his glasses, not believing his own eyes. “E-Eren? What happened? Why-” He gaped with astonishment. “You’re huge!!” 

“And you’re so tiny!” Eren marveled at his light weight in her palm. She felt him up and down with her fingers. It was such a bizarre experience, to hold her boyfriend when she was usually the one in his hand. Joey was still bewildered by the change and winced as his fiancée’s colossal fingers brushed over him. He didn’t like being so small and powerless. 

“Gosh, Joey, you’re just so cute!” Eren gushed. She embraced him in a hug against her chest, squishing Joey into her cleavage. At first, Joey wriggled around a bit, but once he realized he was pressed up against Eren’s bulging breasts, he suddenly didn’t feel so bad about being teeny. He could appreciate the sensual details of Eren’s body when they were blown up on such a vast scale, in a way he simply couldn’t as a giant. He hugged her back, sinking into squishy heaven. 

Jackie was more accustomed to size changes than the others, since it was her magic that caused the transformations, so she recovered quickly. She giggled as she rescued her miniature husband from the chip dip. He coughed and spat and wiped the green paste from his face and out of his eyes. 

“What the hell? What is this?” Chester cried. He froze, wide-eyed, when he saw Jackie towering over him. 

“Look at you! You’re just a little guy!” Jackie chuckled, amused. 

“Jackie, make me big again,” Chester begged. “I don’t like this.” 

His wife shook her head and shrugged dismissively. “I can’t. My magic is spent.” A mischievous grin spread over her face. 

“Why are you looking at me like that? Jackie?” 

“You look tasty,” Jackie teased. She brought her shrunk husband up to her lips and gave him a big, sloppy lick. Chester shrieked like a little girl. “Whoa, you taste really good! Meaty, like carne asada!” She chuckled. 

“Ew, Jackie, don’t even!” Chester scolded. 

“Aw, c’mon, Chester, you’ve eaten me a thousand times. You won’t even let me taste you?” Jackie gave him a cute pout with puppy dog eyes. 

“Ah, sheesh,” Chester groaned. “Fine, go ahead I guess.” Truthfully, even though he had eaten Jackie so many times, he had never imagined in a million years that he would be eaten himself. He never once seriously considered what the experience must’ve been like for her. 

Jackie laughed and tossed Chester into her mouth. She mostly just wanted to tease him, not eat him, but she was surprised at how delicious he tasted. She rolled him around in her mouth and rubbed him all over with his tongue. He felt so dainty and delicate, with his tiny limbs and body. Jackie felt like she could finally understand why Chester enjoyed eating her so much. 

For Chester, he was surprised how sensual being inside Jackie’s mouth was. It was scary, yet thrilling, warm and wet and intimate, surrounded by huge teeth that could destroy him and a powerful, slimy tongue that effortlessly wrestled him into submission. Despite the potential dangers, Chester completely trusted Jackie and faced the challenge head-on. He even found the novel experience stimulating, especially when Jackie’s tongue stroked him in certain places through his clothes. He was enjoying himself. 

While Eren and Jackie fooled around with their respective tiny men, Pedro stood in place, dumbfounded. Finally, he snapped out of his stupor when he realized Ray was missing. “R-Ray?” he stammered, looking around him nervously. “Ray? Where are you?” 

He took a few steps towards the couch, scanning the area with his eyes, but stiffened when he heard a scream right next to his shoe. He looked down to see a diminutive lump huddled up and shaking, mere inches away from where his foot rested. Pedro slowly kneeled down to take a closer look. He was startled to discover that the tiny creature, curled up in a frightened ball, was Ray. Pedro cautiously extended out his hand and gently scooped up his miniaturized boyfriend with his fingers, since leaving him on the floor where he could be squashed was hazardous. He raised him closer to his face. He could see the former giant was badly frightened. 

“Ray, are you okay?” Pedro asked, keeping his voice soft. 

“Y-yeah,” Ray stuttered, refusing to budge from his position. “I-I almost got s-squished. I get it now. I can see why humans are always so frightened of me.” He cringed tighter, hugging his knees with his arms. 

“Hey now, it’s alright, Ray. It’s just me. Pedro. You’re safe. You know I’d never hurt you.” Pedro used the tip of his finger to massage Ray’s back in soothing circles. At this size, Ray, even with how bulky and muscular his physique was, looked so vulnerable and fragile. Pedro examined him with wonder. Was this how he usually looked to Ray? He could hardly fathom such a concept. 

Ray calmed down with Pedro’s relaxing words and touch and finally uncurled himself into a normal sitting position. He gazed up with awe at Pedro’s enormous face, which was blown up bigger than a billboard and seemed to overtake everything around him. He could discern every fine detail, every pore and hair and blemish, on those gargantuan features, yet Pedro still looked strikingly handsome, even more than when he was tiny. Ray’s heart fluttered and he sighed with contentment at the sight. Pedro smiled gently. 

“Don’t worry everyone, the magic will wear off in a minute or so,” Jackie announced, spitting Chester back out into her palm. Chester, covered in saliva, laughed and hugged her index finger playfully. “A spell like this is beyond my limits, so it won’t last.” 

True to her words, all the people in the room morphed and shifted in a whirlwind of chaos until everyone was returned to their normal size. Joey, relieved to be a giant again, encompassed Eren with his fingers and nuzzled her against his huge face. Ray held Pedro tenderly against his chest while Chester poked and prodded Jackie in his hands, messing with her. She giggled again and punched his fingers. 

“Well, shucks, we should probably head home,” Chester remarked, pinching his saliva-soaked clothes with distaste. “I need a shower.” 

“About that...” Jackie interjected. “Um, I have no magic left. We’re stranded again.” She shrugged. 

Chester looked over at Joey and smiled shamelessly. “Hey Joey, can we spend the night at your house?” 

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[wolfgirlguts]

I can't think of any specific questions but I would love to see more of your art because I like them a lot... Do you have anything you've felt proud of making lately?

Aww, thank you! To tell the truth, I haven't made any art recently and I'm pretty sad about that. I should change that. But there's at least a few pieces that I haven't shown yet in the meantime. Like, I don't think I've even mentioned either of these characters, so here you go!

Ambrosia is a candy unicorn. You know how dragons have elements? Fire and ice and all that good stuff? Unicorns have elements too, but it's stuff like glitter and flowers and, well, candy. Ambrosia is doing her second favorite thing in the world and turning a whole bunch of bystanders into milkshake-thick, extra-sugary slop in her industrial candy-mixer of a gut.

The second image is of Avathya, one of the characters from my fantasy vore setting. She's sort of a siren by way of being part shark and part demon. She's down to do some really nasty stuff to prey very casually, but death is easily reversible where she lives so that's actually a pretty common hobby for pred and prey alike. The setting is actually built up entirely around reformation and healthy societal practices while also being an extremely harsh, bloody, and macabre place to dwell, and that's really fun to worldbuild.

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