#avengers vore

[marvel-noms]

What's the most embarrassing moment when Peter got swallowed by Tony? (And can we get a short story?)

of course! Bare with me I’m rusty-

Peter couldn’t believe it. Out of all the battles, all the times he tripped in school this was literally the worst thing that had ever happened to him. He stifles a groan squeezing his eyes shut as he dangled in the open air. For the fifth time he wriggled against the webs his scowling deepening when it didn’t give.

Mr. Stark had of course shrunk him for a later snack, which he promptly snuck away from to work on his edible webs. IT was sorta going to be a surprise for the genius considering the man times he had been subjected to the odd taste of his normal webs. It should’ve worked, it really should’ve but instead it just stuck to the ceiling and made him slowly spin in circles. After this he was so done swinging for awhile

He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but he finally caved after the sticky solution managed to get wrapped around his body. “Friday?”

“Yes Peter?”

“Can you um...can you tell Mr. Stark that I need help?” He mumbles his cheeks going red. He felt ridiculous and probably looked the part dangling in the air like an abandoned sticky hand on the ceiling. “of course, Peter, Boss is on his way now.”

a few moments later the genius came in, looking around and slowly moving forward like he was afraid he’d accidentally step on Peter. The teen lets a small snort of amusement out, well until Tony’s eyes flicked upwards a chuckle drawing out from the man.

“H-hey! Don’t laugh! and before you judge this is totally your fault.” Peter sputters, his blush worsening when the webbing made him slowly face away from the man. “How is this my fault? I’m pretty sure I didn’t stick you to the ceiling.” Despite everything Peter couldn’t help but to relax at the sound of his mentor’s voice.

There was some noise before the sound of repulsers reached his ears, hands cupping around him, surrounding him in blissful warmth. “The webs- I made them special for you but they’re all wrong and made me stick too much.” He pouts, relaxing into the feeling of solidness. the webbing above him snapped as his mentor pulled him down to his chest. It was a welcoming move considering how long he had been dangling in open air.

“Why special webs for me? are they easier to clean off my ceiling you little gremlin?” Tony prompts, Peter’s insides swooping at the feeling of slowly descending down to the ground. Stupid tower with stupidly tall ceilings.

“Well, kinda? They’re edible so they basically should dissolve like cotton candy when they’re in contact saliva.” He snuggles into his mentor’s chest, relishing the feeling of heat he forgot how nice being held could be.

When he didn’t get a reply, he looks up, not too surprised to see that hungry glint in his mentor’s eyes. He was supposed to already be tucked snugly away inside the genius. Hell, if Tony hadn’t gotten distracted, he would’ve already been down. Before he could process being lifted up to the genius’s face the warm slimy muscle dragged over him, a hum of approval sounding out.

“Mr-Mr Stark!  A little warning next time!” He squeaks out, glaring up at his mentor. All he got in return was a soft chuckle and an amused looked. “What? You can’t tell me you basically make candy webs and not expect me to sneak a taste~”

Another squeal escapes him when the tongue dragged over him again, targeting the strands around his waist more than anything. “Hey! Warning Mr. Stark! come on!”

“Fine fine, but seriously kid good job on the flavor. Loving the raspberry undertones.”

Peter rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as his mentor’s mouth opens wide in front of him, the muscle twitching eagerly as he’s brought to the opening. A few weeks ago, he would be putting up a fuss or at the very least be squirmy but now it was a familiar sight. “This technically wasn’t a warning.” He grins watching his mentor pause for a moment and sigh. The action causing a rush of warmth to wash over him.

“Warning.”

And with that he was popped into the genius’s mouth. HE rolls his eyes patting the muscle under him as it made sure his limbs were out of the way. The light fading as the man closes his mouth, the soft clack of teeth sealing him from the outside world. “Now you’re being the smart ass!”

He grins as he’s gently pushed around, saliva pooling around him more than usual. Huh he never really took Mr. Stark as a raspberry sort of guy. He winces when he’s pressed against the roof of his mentor’s mouth, a loud swallow sounding from all around him as the excess saliva is swallowed down. Man Mr. Stark was taking a lot longer than usual. Normally the man was more than eager to get him down, something about the instinct only being quiet when the person was actually in the stomach.

He let himself be tasted, not minding to much as the muscle poked and swished him around. Maybe it was the webs, which was probably it. He smiles a bit and shoves at the tongue to get his mentors attention. “So, are you gonna eating me or am I just like a piece of candy for now?”

He waits for an answer, laughing when finally, everything started to tilt his feet sliding back towards the man’s throat. he could barely see in the dark, but he knew what was coming. There was an intake of breath from all around him before a loud swallow pulled him down. It was tight and felt weird but at the same time the motion was familiar and almost comforting.

Before he knew it his feet hit open air for a brief moment before he plopped inside of the stomach. A loud growl sounded from the organ as the stomach walls pulsed against him, sorta like an odd greeting if he was being honest. “Ah, that hits the spot.”

Peter grins at the comment, laughing when a fond pat accompanied the statement. “Mr. Stark!” his laughter only growing when his mentor chuckled with him. Okay maybe getting tangled up wasn’t the worst thing to happen.

“Get comfortable Spider baby, I’ve got science to do.”

Peter hums in acknowledgment, leaning into the plush flesh. He lets a soft sigh out, focusing on the way everything seemed to sway with the genius’s stride. It was weird how normal this had become. Sure, it was still a little weird but overall, it had become an odd sort of comfort.

“M’ comfy, do your weird projects.”

Peter stretches out, smiling as the organ follows his movements. It wasn’t all bad he supposed. He was just glad that he had sorta got used to the whole thing. He sighs and just relaxes listening to the steady heartbeat and the soft sound of air rushing in and out of his mentor’s lungs.

Not bad at all.

#admin snexy #marvel vore #avengers vore #soft vore? #safe vore #asks answered #g/t vore #fandom vore #sfw vore

[snexy-the-snail]

Such as this wip that's been sitting in my Google drive for... oh shit 3 years-

Baby Stark Do do(Part 1)

Tony had a strange feeling about the meeting he was invited to hosted I Japan but pushed it aside after Pepper forced him to go despite his conplaints. He had been before with the same people and still shuddered at the memory of eating live octopus but relations were important and they were a large client of their easy to use products.

“Shake it off, nothing bad is going to happen.” He grumbles to himself as he fixed his sleeves. He had to admit he felt incredibly guilty about the idea of eating the poor thing alive which meant he would try everything he could to not condemn an innocent sea life to an unnaturally cruel death.

>Ah Stark! It is nice to see you again, come come.< His host greets excitedly leading him to the table. Tony mentally groaning when he saw the dishes with squirming tentacles. His was different though, a cup rather than a fish, decorated designs on it.

>I have to say I wasnt expecting octopus again.< He says calmly as he takes his seat, the other members taking their seats infront of the dishes. Much to his relief they weren't living anymore, maybe his wasn't either.

>We got you something special, it isn't exactly octopus.< the host says plucking his own octopus up with chop sticks. Tony riases a brow at that and popped his lid off of the cup his heart nearly stopping when a tiny and terrified face peered back at him. There was no way he was leaving without saving this kid..even if it was risky and going to be utterly terrifying for the kid and they would probably eat him if he didnt. If he drank enough water there shouldn't be any ill effects.

Peter wasnt sure what was happening after he had been caught by weird and large land creatures but they stashed him away with other sea creatures that had tentacles like him. He got a pretty good idea of what was going to happen to him when a few of the staff members proceed to kill the friends he had made. He tried to stay away but they put him in a cup and sealed it. He didn't understand why they wanted to eat him! They looked like him just..odder

“Please please no! Please.” He tries begging when his prison was opened, trying to climb out, two wood sticks stopped him however, the rude land creature who trapped him with said sticks saying something in the language he didnt understand before lifting him up. He knew that English was a land creatures tongue but that's not what they were speaking!

He whimpers trying to grasp tightly onto the wood as the air form the land creatures mouth hits him. It was strange at how upset the creature looked. He stared back at the creature refusing to let go of the wood. He didnt want to be chewed up like the other friends he had made, or chopped up.

“Please let me go.” He whimpers. He flinches at the sigh of teeth hating he didnt even get an answer. The other land creatures laugh at him making all his hope of being saved disapate. He clings onto the wood as he was lowered down, the heat making him shudder in utter fear. He didnt want to die, he didnt want to be chewed up!

“P-please I dont wanna die.” Peter almost sobs at this point. He squeezes his eyes shut clinging desperately onto the wood as he felt the warmth incase him. It didnt matter apparently because soon enough the land creatures tongue pushed him off, the wood disappearing instantly.

It was warm and slick in the land creature's mouth and he found himself waiting for the next move. He yelps at the awkward swallow surprised he wasnt taken down with it. That was cruel the land creature was toying with him. He sniffles and rubs his face grimacing when it just left a slick trial of saliva. He was surprised when the mouth opened again, cool water rushing into him and dragging him down with ease.

Tony felt awful for the small thing he really did, even more so at the poor things begging and pleading. As long as he kept drinking water the kid would be fine, probably freaked out by fine. He squares his shoulders as he takes a large gulp of his water feeling something cold and wiggly slip into his throat. It wasnt a pleasant experience, even more so when he felt the small thing squeeze into his stomach. God he could practically feel every movement. He quickly finished his glass, asking for another. Might as well make the kids stay as pleasant as possible.

He sighs shakily, resting a hand subtly over his middle lightly rubbing where the squirming mass was. He could do this.. surely the meeting wouldn't last very long.

It was a long meeting with the kid squirming around in his stomach but after 20 minutes the kid seemed to get he was alright. Tony was quick to duck into the hallway the second the meeting ended, pressing the area he felt the small weight settled in. He winces when a startled but muffled yelp sounded out.

"Woah there kiddo, how you doing in there?” He asks quietly as he heads down the hall. He felt ridiculously full with all the water he had drunken that meal but Hey the kid was alive. He could feel the small things tentacles wriggling around.

“P-please can I come out?”

This kid was going to tear his heart apart he swore. He glances around as he heads to his jet, relaxing now that he was alone. “Of course, just give me a second.” He murmurs softly heading to the bathroom.

He frowns and starts filling the sink up with warm water, the kid squirming around anxiously as if he was going to be digested any second. Considering where he was Tony didnt blame him, his stomach letting a gurgle of protest out as the water sloshed at the movements.

“Alright kid brace yourself.” He says grimacing. He takes a deep breath before sticking a finger down his throat gagging heavily a few times before water started trickling out. He grunts slightly and sticks his finger down further gaging loudly before he felt something slip back his throat and plop into his hand. He let's a shaky breath out quickly dipping the small thing into the awaiting water.

He grimaces and wipes his mouth relived the kid seemed alright, nervous and looking around but alright.

Peter almost missed the soft walls and darkness of the area but he was grateful to be out. “So...it’s nice to eat you and everything, I’m Tony Stark.”

“M’ Peter.”

#wip #snex content #baby stark do do #im trying Xd #8/8 #vore day #marvel vore #avengers vore #soft vore #safe vore #avengers soft vore #baby stark do do part 1

[prey-to-go]

haha unrestrained summer fun- aka no asks means you all suffer- heres the cafe version of these two dumbasses.

Tony would rather not go into the Café, but the other option was...bloody and surprisingly not a lot of inmates were sent to death row which meant it was quickly running out. Another thing was losing control like that despite being oddly satisfying was terrifying. What if someone he cared about got lost in the bloodlust? A shiver runs down his spine at the thought being the last push to walk inside the obviously bright café.

It was a standard one, bright colors, the whole store full of customers with plates, bowls, cups with small people sitting beside food. It made his own stomach queasy to thing of some poor thing having to sit in the mess. They didn’t look to happy either. He takes a seat and a deep breath in as he glances at the menu. The best option would most likely be tea, not to hot or sticky to be in so he placed his order at the button menu at his table.

5 minutes later a waiter came out with a serving plate, a peppy smile on her face. “Good morning, sir! I have your green tea for you, and our specialized prey to properly enhance the flavor. Peter give the drink a sweet taste with hints of a sweet fruit, very popular.” She explains setting his mug down in front of him. The boy stares up at him with wide eyes before shame dances in those honey brown eyes and the gaze is broken.

“Is that everything for you sir? Our scones go well with this drink and the option of two prey comes with that.” The waiter adds on with a smile, drawing his attention back to her. “This is it for me, thanks.” He reassurance with a press smile. Still, he waits for her to leave before turning his attention to the small boy in the mug. “Peter, was it?”

He makes sure to keep his voice soft as to not scared the poor thing. All he gets is a short nod, the boy’s shoulders drawing in slowly. God, he hated how defeated the small thing looked. “I know this isn’t ah...ideal… here how about we get you out of there hmm?” He prompts softly offering his hand to the boy. Peter’s eyes flick from his hand to his face nervously a few times before he clears his throat.

“U-um...I..we...the prey isn’t supposed to leave the dish until the customer’s finished sir.” The quite voice finally says, breaking the silence. And god that rule only made his blood boil...still it wouldn’t be comfortable to sit in the tea but drinking it while the small thing was trapped in the mug?

“Well, that’s a shitty rule.” He states plainly cupping his hands around the mug. He wanted nothing more than to pluck the boy out of the drink and tuck him safely in his pocket but that’s not what he was here to do. Peter just shrugs, refusing to look him in the eyes. Well, that was something that wasn’t sitting well with him.

He takes a small breath in before gently tilting the boy’s chin up with the tip of his fingertip. Peter was chewing on his lip nervously, small hands resting nervously on his finger. He could feel the small thing shaking horribly, like a nervous little dog.

“Listen kid...I don’t want to be the bad guy here, and you have every right to feel terrified of me, but I don’t want you to be scared…So lets just chat for a bit before we get down to business hmm?

It was a painful few seconds but after a bit he gets a meek nod from the boy. It takes a few more minutes more before the boy even says anything, but he waits, his tail swishing behind him anxiously.

“I... I’m scared and..and disappointed in myself cause you’re...you’re Tony Stark and I really didn’t want to meet you like…this.” IT was brutally honest and made his entire being sink down to the floor. “Like what?” He prompts wanting to keep the boy talking. The silence seemed suffocating truthfully.

“Like food. You’re like one of the greatest mind in the world and m’ just here like...like a lemon slice.” The boy sounded like he was son the brink of tears now, the trembling back full force, enough to make a parental croon escape him. God he barely even knew the small thing and he was already pulling at things he wasn’t even aware he had.

“Kid, you’re not food. You’re just taking a job that you need and besides, I’ve been told you’re more fruity that citrusy.” He teases softly making sure to keep his tone light. Thankfully, it got an unsure smile from the boy and was enough to make him relax a tad. Maybe less food centric jokes and he could get the boy to trust him.

Another silence falls over them, Tony having to resist the urge to bring the mug up to his lips. He didn’t want to kill the small trust he had with this small boy. Unfortunately, his stomach decided to make its presence known by growling loudly. Peter’s eyes widen drastically flicking from his face to his middle nervously, small hands grasping the lip of the mug.

“Not yet.” He reassures immediately using the tip of a finger to lightly brush the boy’s hair from his face. Peter barely even flinched at the motion which he was automatically making down as a win. He didn’t want to just gulp the poor thing down, it seemed rude besides he was so young. He sighs softly leaning against the booth grimacing at the squeak the odd material let out.

“So..why don’t you tell me about yourself...ah if you want to at least, I’m more than happy to ramble if you like.” He would much rather have the boy feel safe enough to open up but that probably wouldn’t happen the first time...First time? When was this spot going to become his regular? When Peter didn’t answer, and he gave the kid a decent breath to do so he continued.

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Tony wasn’t sure how long he talked or about what all he talked about, but he was ale to coax a few giggles or smiles out of the otherwise mute boy. The mug was finally cooling down, or at least he felt like it was. As much as he would love to drag this out, he would need to swallow the kid down soon it couldn’t be comfortable to be sitting in cold tea like that.

“I hate to cut this party short but I’m sure you’re not exactly comfortable in there.” He says after a moment of silence. The crestfallen look the kid gave him was enough to make him feel like he had just stabbed a puppy in front of the kid. “I know I know I suck.” He sighs his shoulders slumping. There was no way he was drinking the tea while the kid was still inside, or when he had the small thing snugly tucked away. He tightens his grip around the mug hating at the panicked look he received.

“This is how it’s going to go alight? I’m not...the tea isn’t going with you, what I’m going to do is slip you inside. You can set the pace and everything. That seem fair?”

He didn’t get a verbal response exactly, but Peter seemed more at ease with how the whole thing had been explained. Still, he hated how much fear those eyes held when he was looked at. “I’m going to pick the cup up; I’ll go as smooth as possible.” With the warning out of the way he slowly lifted the ceramic up to his face, an odd feeling washing over him immediately. He had never felt such an odd feeling of protect before, well he had but this was different...more deep seeded. “Bottoms up, ey kid?” That got a small smile from the boy which was good enough for him.

He parts his lips slowly, resting his tongue over his fangs to avoid any mishaps. Last thing he wanted was to traumatize the boy even more and knick him on one. HE gently tips the cup towards his slightly open maw, tensing when he felt small hands brace themselves on his tongue. The green tea taste was there sure, but Peter’s taste was something entirely different, like a warm berry taste. Sweet, but not overly.

The muscle twitches eagerly under the boy but nothing happens other than a barely audible whine. That weird feeling surged inside his chest again, Tony needing to tense to keep from pulling the small thing fully into his maw. He couldn’t he knew that it would scare the kid and break the minimum trust they had going on. Instead, he crooned quietly back in response.

He wasn’t exactly able to see the boy, but he could feel some of the tension ease up. Soon the hands moved, and he felt the boy slowly start climbing more onto his tongue. The muscle twitches again as he waited for the form to fully settle and be supported before slowly puling the boy fully inside his mouth. He didn’t dare close his mouth not wanting to seal the boy into darkness so quickly.

Small hands poke around his mouth after a few seconds, the tense little body relaxing more and more as he got used to the area. He let the boy have free reign, only lightly poking him away from the fangs when he seemingly got too close.

When he nudged the kid the last time a small giggle escaped the boy. It was something he hadn’t expected to hear from Peter, well not this soon at least. The corners of his lips twitch up mischievously before he starts lapping at the boy and doing his best to target each ticklish spot on the small body. His reward was Peter downright squealing with laughter, thrashing around as he tried to avoid his ticklish fate. It was oddly cute.

After a moment he gave Peter a break, letting a soft chuckle out as the boy sprawled out on his tongue, breathing heavily, and letting a weak laugh occasionally. Much better than the reactions he was getting earlier. He gently pins the boy to the roof of his mouth, swallowing the excess saliva that had built up during their little tickle fight of sorts. Crap he hadn’t given Peter any warning. The boy was stiff again no doubt terrified again. He lets a frustrated sigh out and croons softly, doing his best to wrap the small body in a weird sort of hug.

“A-ah sir?”

Tony hums immediately in response, eager to finally be communicating with the boy even if it was just noises. He could feel tiny hands press into the muscle, hell he could practically see the nervous look on the boy’s face as he thought of his question or whatever he was about to say.

“…Thank you for...for being gentle and slow. I know this has to be really annoying...I really tried to be a good snack but its hard knowing what everyone likes and I’m...I’m just really scared of pissing the wrong person off.” Peter’s voice shook as he spoke, another croon rumbling in the demon’s chest. He hoped it soothed the boy rather frazzle his already frazzled nerves. There was a watery whimper, and a small pat in response to the noise. God this small thing was really tugging at his heart strings.

A warble comes out in response to the whimper, the demon closing his eyes as he focused on purring and holding the precious small thing safely in his jaws. It didn’t last very long but considering the boy was speaking he wasn’t going to argue.

“Sir...could...could you swallow me now I...” Peter trails off, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. “I wanna hear you talk to me again.” The kid mumbles this much quieter than the first bit and if Tony hadn’t been listening, he would’ve missed it.

That small little request made his being warm in ways he wasn’t aware he could feel warm. He chuckles softly nodding slowly. The boy squeaks at the moment, the feeling of small hands trying to find purchase or support making his heart, well reactor melt. He starts tilting his head back making sure that Peter was adjusting to the movement. He stops when he feels the kid’s feet hit the back of his throat. He pauses waiting to see the reaction he would get before he continued. Other than mild trembling there wasn’t a huge reaction.

He waited for a few seconds before letting a warning hum out and swallowing thickly. The feeling of the boy slipping into his throat was a new experience for sure but not and unwelcome one. It felt oddly right.

The demon wasn’t often able to remember his rampages and even then, he never exactly wanted to remember them but this- this was nice, almost pleasant even. He smiles slightly as he feels the boy slip past his collar bone then plop into his stomach. His hunger had never been satisfied in a way that made him feel...almost normal. He lets a pleased sigh out resting a hadn’t on his gut lost in the feeling for a moment until he felt Peter start pressing back.

“Ah...right you wanted me to continue rambling, didn’t you?” He teases softly, pointedly poking the weight that had settled against the front of his stomach. The weight moved at the poke sending an odd sensation through his body. Huh who knew smaller prey would be more satisfying.

Tony spent the next hour talking about random things, work, anything that really came to mind to sooth the boy’s nerves. A few minutes before his hour would up be realized that Peter’s breathing was deep and even. A warmth washes over him as he realizes that the small things had fallen asleep, with him. The idea was insane but still made him a tad smug he was able to make the boy feel safe enough to doze off.

He rests a hand over his middle with a soft grin before speaking in a soft whisper “I’ll see you tomorrow kiddo, hopefully you’ll be chattier.”

#soft vore #avengers soft vore #avengers vore #prey cafe au #an au within an au within an au

[thefanciestborrower]

Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but do you think pred!Peter would protective nom anyone?

Oh gosh yes absolutely. I very seldom see any one character as ONLY pred or prey, so asks like this definitely don’t make me uncomfortable no worries. Pete is a prey leaning switch for sure, but still a switch nonetheless, so if the situation called for it he would absolutely eat someone to protect them. I imagine he might have a hard time getting them down honestly since he’s on the small side and most of the Avengers are at least twice his size, so even shrunk they’d be more than a mouthful. Still, if the situation called for it he wouldn’t hesitate. Much that is. I mean you can’t expect him to eat someone and not freak out a little about it right? Still, being eaten as often as he has been he knows how to make it easier for the smaller party and is surprisingly understanding and gentle, though the rambling can be a little annoying

He doesn’t have a very large capacity though so I’d say he can fit around two comfortably and three with an extra bit of fullness. Any more than that and his poor stomach is gonna be so stretched and sore so he’d prefer not to even try unless he REALLY had to 

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[queer-and-nerdy]

greetings, this is linnie's (@wellgoslowly) emo metalhead roommate aaron (resident george karim kinnie) here to drop some random lockwood&co headcanons that will likely only make sense to a niche audience. thank you and enjoy.

projection central here.

Lockwood

Barbie vs Oppenheimer: Barbie

A James Hetfield kinnie 100%

His favorite Sleep Token TMBTE song would def be The Apparition but he cries himself to sleep listening to Rain and thinking about Lucy

His favorite Ghost song from each album are Con Clavi Con Dio, Idolatrine, From the Pinnacle to the Pit, Dance Macabre, and Spillways. His favorite ghoul is Mountain and his favorite ghoulette is Aurora

Cried so hard he threw up when "So Much For Stardust" came out (average Fall Out Boy enjoyer)

AGGRESSIVE Metallica defender

Lucy

Barbie vs Oppenheimer: Oppenheimer

The definition of a Rob Trujillo kinnie

Her favorite Sleep Token TMBTE song is Rain for sure. She cries listening to Euclid. Vore is on her sleep playlist

Her favorite Ghost song from each album are Stand By Him, Per Aspera Ad Inferi, Cirice, Life Eternal, and Respite on the Spitalfields. Her favorite ghoul is Swiss and her favorite ghoulette is Cirrus

Recovering My Chemical Romance listener (still listens to them regularly)

Unironic Rob Zombie enjoyer

George

Barbie vs Oppenheimer: Insidious

Kirk Hammett kinnie. I mean look at him

His favorite Sleep Token TMBTE song is Take Me Back to Eden. Maybe a basic answer but it goes hard so he gets a pass

His favorite Ghost song from each album are Ritual, Jigolo Har Megiddo, Deus In Absentia, Witch Image, and Griftwood. His favorite ghoul is Sodo/Dewdrop and his favorite ghoulette is Cumulus

His favorite metal (as an umbrella term) bands are Ghost, Ice Nine Kills, Avatar, Metallica, Slipknot, Lorna Shore, Sleep Token, Avenged Sevenfold, Kiss, Judas Priest, and Type O Negative (because he thinks Peter Steele is hot)

Pretends to be a Megadeth/Dave Mustaine defender to piss off Lockwood (he likes both of them equally and thinks the feud is stupid)

Stephen King is his guilty pleasure - he loves Pet Semetary but cries each time he reads/watches it

please let me know if there's an audience for this lolol

#lockwood and co #netflix lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #the band ghost #sleep token #fall out boy #metallica #my chemical romance #rob zombie #ice nine kills #avatar metal #slipknot #lorna shore #avenged sevenfold #kiss band #judas priest #type o negative #megadeth #stephen king #renew lockwood and co

[mthofferings]

Grumpycakes

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[wjbs-bonkle-au]

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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

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

Knight-Dragoon timeline (as pulled from Encyclopedia Eorzea)

Hee :D

So it occurred to me today that the possible Knight-Dragoon timeline (condensed) isn't really like...established anywhere so you know what? LORE BE UPON YE

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360: Elezen settlers move into the Sea of Clouds, and start building what will later become Saint Thordan's Basilica on a mountainside. Small villages to support this endeavor spring up nearby, laying the groundwork for what will eventually become the city-state of Ishgard.

350: As part of the overall migration waves, hyuran tribes--along with a band of displaced elezen from Central Aldenard--come to settle in Coerthas.

370: Hraesveglr and Shiva commit consensual vore and entwine their souls together. This triggers an era of peace between man and dragon. (This is probably when a proto-Knight Dragoon order formed or at the very least, the beginnings of one)

550: King Thordan and his knights twelve launch an unprovoked attack on Ratotoskr, killing her and consuming her eyes to gain power. Nidhogg kills the king and half his knights, but is defeated and summarily robbed of his eyes by Haldrath, Thordan's son. Haldrath renounces his rights as king to become a dragon hunter. Nidhogg gains an eye from Hraesveglr and swears vengeance. He invokes the power of the First Brood to blood-curse the remaining knights twelve and their future progeny. (If there was a proto-Knight Dragoon order, this event would have KO'd it)

565: Exhausted from hunting dragons and fighting Nidhogg's influence, Haldrath passes on his mantle to Berteline Cordillelot. Subsequently he is then given a mercy kill by Berteline and her father as Nidhogg threatens to overwhelm his will. (At this point the Church is possibly brought into the loop regarding Nidhogg's eyes. Haldrath's Eye-embedded corpse is interred and probably magically sealed away, while Nidhogg's other eye is used by Berteline.)

interlude: This is probably the point where the foundation is laid for what becomes the Knight-Dragoon order we see and encounter in ARR/HW.

761: The Azure Dragoon Valeonyant repels an attack by Nidhogg, who has been asleep for several decades.

787: The Azure Dragoon Valeonyant leaves Ishgard to defend a small village from the Dravanian Horde, but is killed in battle protecting a group of shepherds (personal note: I fucked up on this one a while back in a previous post, I listed Valenoyant's death year as 763. ^^;)

817: 30 years after his death, Valeoryant is canonized by the Holy See.

1058: An unnamed Azure subdues a massive dragon in the western highlands of Coerthas, laying the groundwork for the dragon's corpse to become the floating isle known as the Dreaming Dragon.

1146: The Lady Dragoon Reinette avenges her lover by slaying the dragons that killed him. She then gives up her Gae Bolg and takes holy orders, becoming a nun for the rest of her life.

1189: Lady Reinette, former Azure Dragoon, dies in a nunnery at age 66.

1289: In an attempt to distract the public from corruption in the Church, the Holy See canonizes Lady Reinette as a saint. It fails as a distraction.

1380: Ursulie the Meek creates the Dragonlancer's Armor and Brionac. Following the rejection of her creations and smithing techniques by the Holy See, she leaves Ishgard.

1557: Azure Dragoon Alberic Bale forces Nidhogg to flee after his destruction of Ferndale. He then resigns as Azure, seeing to raise the only survivor of the attack--Estinien Varlienau.

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(more personal musings on the dates to come later)

#ffxiv #ffxiv dragoon #ffxiv drg #ffxiv theorycraft

[marvel-noms]

can you do a vore oneshot about a dr strange vore with peter as prey no portal vore though perhaps strange looses control?

Sure! I tried just so you know XD))

Peter was slowly getting used to being swallowed down by the team. Sure, it was annoying and gross, so so gross, but it was slowly starting to be comforting. Once he got over the whole idea of being inside a stomach it was oddly comforting, the thrumming of the spider sense dulled down and if his senses got to be too much the familiarity soothed his nerves. Not only that, if he was swallowed by the team that would be the safest, he would ever be, ever.

He sighs as he uses his towel to dry his hair from the shower he has taken after Mr. Stark has snagged him. It hadn’t been too bad this time, more comforting than anything mostly because of a crappy day at school. He had half wished he had spoken up about staying- His thoughts come to a stop when he sees Mr. Doctor.Strange pacing in the penthouse, seeming very..ah bothered?

“Mr. Stark had to go to a meeting, I could um..tell him you were here?” He says slowly, finishing drying his hair, the towel resting across his shoulders. The man’s eyes snap up to him with an odd look in his eyes. He had seen it before though... It was very familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. “Hey you, okay? You look a little pale there.”  

“I’m fine. You should leave.” Strange snaps quickly looking away. Peter scrunches his nose up at the rudeness and crosses his arms. “Look I kinda sorta live here too, so you can’t be mean and tell me to leave.”  

“I am struggling with something you can’t help with, so leave.” The doctor still sounded annoyed which only make peter feel even more pissy. “Hey! you’re still being rude. Maybe you should leave.” Ah yes, very grown-up Peter, great job. He wasn’t a kid he shouldn’t come off as whiny.

“Maybe I can help, tell me what it is! I’ve been working with Mr. Stark so I’m good at most things.” It had to be science or avengers related right? Strange grits his teeth a loud whining growl coming from the man’s gut. Oh...Oh! That’s what that looks was! “I said you couldn’t help, now run along.” The man snaps again, his hands pressed against his middle now as another growl comes from his gut.

“I mean that’s what I help the other Avengers with, and Mr. Stark too.” Peter says sheepishly running a hand through his hair. It hadn’t even dried fully but hey Mr.Doctor.Strange was probably going to give in anyway. “It’s a normal thing now so ah, why not embrace it?”  

“I have and it isn’t working! The feeling won’t go away even after I... I.” Strange scowls an air of frustration around him. “Well, that doesn’t make sense, I mean it goes away after everyone else eats me. Even after Mr. Roger's binges he can go for a while.” Peter says rocking on the balls of his feet. He was a go to for most of the team because of his availability and the fact that most of the Avengers couldn’t be shrunk down to be nommed.  

“I know, which is why I wanted to talk to Stark, a man who has the same inconvince.” The amount of exhaustion in the man’s tone made Peter feel horrible. How long had he been suffering from the instinct? “Well, I’m on the other side of things so I can still help! Why don’t you show me how you eat your person.” He hums getting closer, despite Strange backing up with a grimace. Normally preds would be more than willing at the offer, hell Mr. Stark was going to be insanely jealous if he knew he was willing to offer himself up.

There was a bit of silent reliance before the doctor sighed in exasperation and rubbed his temples. “I portal them in and out. It’s more effective that way.” That was..super cool. Peter’s eyes light up at the opportunity to see more magic before he realizes he was supposed to be serious. He clears his throat and nods sheepishly. “Well, um..no other pred does it that way? Maybe you’re missing the whole holding and doing the shrinking yourself part, so your body gets upset, sorta like fruit candies aren’t as good as actual fruits.”

A brief silence as the gears in Strange’s head turned before the doctor groans in frustration as if he had a eureka moment. “The issue with that is I can’t hold anyone like...that.” The man holding his shaking hands up when Peter went to question why. They were shaking horribly but Peter had an advantage that no one else did. “I can be sticky, then you won’t drop me! Come on you’re in discomfort and then you’re going to snap and go on a little binge and won’t feel any better.”

“You have a point..but won’t Stark be upset about me stealing his..ward?” It was obvious Strange didn’t exactly know what he was to Mr. Stark and had a funny aversion to using nicknames like Mr. Stark would. He shakes his head and tosses his towel on a chair. “Nah, and if he is I’ll smooth it over.” he says with a shrug. That predatory look in his eyes only seem to grow with each passing moment before the man sighs in frustration.  

“Fine. But this is my first time using the..er Traditional way.” Peter shrugs and moves right in front of the man, a small smile on his face. This was a little scary but..but it just meant that he would be able to confidently ask Mr. Stark for this. Besides..he sorta wanted to see how portaling out felt like. When Mr.Dr.Strange didn’t do anything, he sighed dramatically.

“Alright, so just put your hand, hands or finger on my shoulder and focus. Mr. Stark says that the shrinking comes naturally. Then you just sorta grab me, gently, and put me in your mouth and swallow. Then bam! I’ll be in your stomach.”

Strange’s face wrinkles up at the crude explanation but slowly lifts a shaking hand up to Peter’s shoulder, the light touch still shaking with tremors. “Focus, it’ll come like breathing.” He comments. “I’m going. I thought you didn’t like being eaten spiderling.” Strange shoots back, a small calming breath escaping him. There was a brief pause before a weird feeling traveled through Peter. He closes his eyes in anticipation as the odd feeling of the floor rushing up to him hits him. It was a little sickening, but he was used to the feeling by now.

When he opens his eyes, he frowns and shakes his head. “You’re going to want to go smaller, I know I look pretty small now but trust me it’s not very fun going down this big.” He closes his eyes again as the light reassure of a finger returns to his shoulder, and when the pressure subsides.  

“There, is this better?” Strange asks, Peter flinching at the volume. Man, some people didn’t get that sound was much louder at this height. “Dude- lower your voice and yeah!” He calls out grabbing at the man’s trembling hand. “Ah sorry...and You’re sure that you can get ‘sticky’ and be fine?”  

“Absolutely! I can stick to people’s insides and those move all the time!” He huffs, grabbing onto the hand when it was low enough. It was an odd feeling with the tremors, but he could stick no problem as he was slowly lifted up to the man’s face. “Open up Doc! Then all you hafta do is slick me up and send me down and bam! Problem solved.”

“You’ve done this many times haven’t you?”  

Peter nods, staying sticky as he was lifted up more towards the doctor's face. “Mmhm! I’m sorta trying to stop being so reliant too so..so this is a big step.” His spider sense had been blissfully quiet this time round. “Besides it’ll help you.” He says with a small smile. There was a pause before strange nods and he opened his mouth, lowering his feet first.  

The warmth was welcomed considering it was hard to regulate body heat, and the familiar squishy feeling of the tongue as his feet brushed against it. Strange went slow like he wasn’t used to this- which he guessed he wasn't... The saliva soaked his pjs immediately, which was gross, very gross but familiar too. Once he was fully inside there was a pause before the muscle poked him around making sure he wasn’t in the way of any teeth.  

Then the bright lights of the tower disappear as the doctor's pearly white teeth clack shut around him. The muscle under him twitches slightly, Strange probably debating if he should taste him or not- which was fair considering this was new territory for the man. “You are going to have to slick me up, I mean I don’t think it’s very comfortable swallowing dry.” He hums patting the muscle under him.

Nothing happened for a moment then the muscle slowly started poking at him, then fully tasting him, it was weird that preds could taste things that everyone else couldn’t, he wondered what his taste was like..he would need to ask Mr. Stark. Man, he needed to do a lot for the man.  

The space was pooling with saliva, Strange obviously struggling to decide if he should swallow or not. “Okay it looks like you’re ready, so um..just swallow.” When nothing happened, he scooted towards the back of the man’s throat until his feet lightly pressed against the entrance. The flesh stayed stubbornly firm not allowing his feet to slip inside, the uvula whacking him in his chest. “It’s not as bad as you think. It’s like swallowing a noodle but a little bigger..well a lot bigger.”

There was a sigh before a loud swallow surrounded him, his feet suddenly being sucked inside the throat. He stifles a yelp as another swallow rolled over him, the muscles dragging him down. One more swallow finally made him travel down easily, a tight ring giving in with some resistance, rolling over his body. He lands with a squelch in the dark organ. Muscular walls rippled against him as the stomach gurgled contently. It was slightly tense but soon he sunk slightly into the flesh as the man finally relaxed... probably the instinct falling silent.  

“Does that feel better?” He asks with a small grin, lightly pressing against the flesh in front of him. Strange was silent for a few moments before answering. “Yes. That was the problem..thank you this..this is nice.” Strange murmurs, Peter relaxing at the soft rumble of the man’s tone, Mr. Stark stomach was better..it felt more familiar, Strange’s was different too.  

“Hey, no problem..now you know,”

#marvel vore #soft vore #sfw vore #avengers vore #g/t vore #admin snexy

[snexy-the-snail]

Baby Stark do do (part three?)

I have no idea where I'm going with this and I love that) @wackysideblog

Peter let a content sigh out as his eyes flutter open. As scary as being in the human’s stomach had been in the beginning, this right now was almost comforting. The warmth of the water, the darkness, and the softness that surrounded him. He smiles a bit nuzzling into a plush wall his tentacles lazily exploring the space. He was lucky that Mr. Stark decided that he was worth saving, he would need to make it up to the human for sure!

The water sloshes around with the vibrations of whatever Mr. Stark had gotten into which was also nice. He grins letting a soft chirp out more than pleased when a weight settled over his back, the fleshy wall pressing into him in comforting circles. “You doing alright kiddo?” The voice rumbled all around him sending more ticklish vibrations through his tentacles. “Yeah! M’ okay.” He answers with a small smile.

“Good, good...we’re ah almost there so hang tight, we’ll get you a nice bowl to float around in until the tank is filled.” The human reassures. It was nice that the man was doing so much to make sure he felt at ease. Being caught had been one of the best things to happen to him!  Everything swayed as the man started to move again, probably getting the bowl. IF he was being honest peter didn’t exactly want to leave the safety of the stomach for a bowl. At least here he was cozy and comfy, he wasn’t sure how a bowl would feel, and it would probably be cold too.

There was a silence washed over them, well minus the gurgling of the organ around him and the rush of air in the man’s lungs. Unconsciously he starts sticking to the muscle around him, of course it started to tense at the weird feeling. “U-um actually could I…could I stay?”

“…I’m sorry did you say that you wanted to stay in there? In a stomach?”

His cheeks grow red at the comment, immediately hiding his face in embarrassment. “Y-yes..it’s um…it’s warm and soft and..and it’s close to you so no bad things can happen.” Maybe it was silly but being inside the human meant that other predator things couldn’t get him or the mean humans either. He let a soft chirp out before nuzzling into a stomach wall, stifling a grin when he felt a pressure slowly lay over him. After a moment it started to rub comforting circles into him.

“Alright...alright fine. Rhodey, honey bear he wants to stay and yes, I’m sure! I can feel his little grippy tentacles on my stomach lining.”

There was a muffled reply, but he didn’t care too much about it- well at least he didn’t know the other human very well. The two things he knew about Honey bear, or Rhodey was that: 1 he was Mr. Stark’s friend and would do weird human things for him and 2, he did still care about him despite not even knowing who he was.

“Yes, I’m sure that’s what he said, what you think that I like having a kid in my gut? News flash Rhodes this is the most hydrated I’ve been in years, and I absolutely hate it.” Came Mr. Stark’s reply to whatever the other had said. He trills quietly, rubbing the stomach lining in apology, the organ seemingly gurgling in contentment at the action. The man sighs, the movement causing a soft rocking with the water. “It’s not your fault kid, this is the furthest from your fault actually.”

A wall slowly pressed into him making him giggle slightly. No matter how gruff the human acted he was always so gentle and sweet with him. Truthfully this was the first time in a while he could remember someone caring for him to this level. His family was all but gone at this point and he had virtually no one to look after him minus this human right here. A small chirp builds up in his chest before he trills reassurances in his mother tongue. It was a lot different than humans speak, more direct and less wordy.

It was nice that Tony let him finish before speaking, a fond chuckle sounding out from around him. “Looks like I’m going to need to learn your language hmm. I got the gist of it though kiddo, you’re safe here and I’ll try not to fuck up caring for you.”

Peter practically preens at the reassurance, cooing gratefully. No matter what anyone said there was no way this man wasn’t a caretaker, he was gentle, soft and just over all oozed safety. “Alright moving again noodles.”  The human’s voice was nice too! It was like a nice storm rumbling over the waves of the water. “What are noodles?” It might be a weird human thing honestly, but it sounded so endearing coming from the human.

“You don’t know what noodles are? Man, we are going to have to introduce you to a lot of foods.”

“Do I look like noodles?”

Peter giggles at the snort Mr. Stark let out, squealing when the human poked at him the fleshy wall pushing into him. “You do, like a weird blue bowl of noodles. I’ll show you once we get you out of there.”

“Let’s just wait until the tank is at least half full.”

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It took a few hours before Mr. Stark was poking him again, Peter whining and stretching out the best he could. “Woah- hey not a lot of space there kid.” Mr. Stark complains, the organ briefly tightening around him before releasing. “Sorry Mr. Stark.”

“It’s alright, just pretty weird feeling.”

There was a small pause before he felt the human’s hand cup around his form giving him more support than the organ around him. “You ready to come out? The tank is decently fill and ah- I am going to need to eat real food soon.” As if to prove his point the stomach gurgles and whines loudly. Peter had to admit he felt a tad guilty about overstaying his welcome. It was just too comfortable and felt way more secure than any home he had ever had.

“Yeah…m’ sorry that I stayed too long.” He mumbles, a series of sorrowful and guilty chirps and whines escaping him. He was surprised when all that happened was a light rubbing against his side and a soft sigh joined it. “You’re fine kiddo. You said that this was a safe place, and I wasn’t about to take that away from you.”

Oh that...that was really kind of the human. Peter nuzzles into the soft stomach lining, cooing shakily. Mr. Stark cared enough to make himself uncomfortable to keep him comfortable and make him feel safe.

“Hey, easy there noodles, it’s okay. I’m fine, you’re fine Rhodey is...ah he’s existing at this point.” It was sweet that Mr. Stark was still trying to comfort him even through all this. “I did this willing, you’re not the issue here. Besides it’s not all that bad, I mean the feeling is certainly something.”

“R-right can...um..can I come out now? I kind wanna see my tank.” He mumbles looking up anxiously, his tentacles writhing around to match his mood. The muscle around him tensed slightly probably at the odd feeling of him being in there. He wasn’t sure if he would like the feeling in his own stomach. “…Alright let’s get you out.”

The muscle tensed up around him, squeezing at him awkwardly as it tried forcing him up. After a second he decided to help out, using his tentacles to haul himself up until the throat muscles managed to grab a hold on to his torso. The rest was a blur before he was slipping into familiar calloused hands. His tentacles immediately wrapping around fingers for comfort.

“Let’s get you in the tank.” Mr. Stark half wheezes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Oh right- he came up with a lot of the water in the human’s stomach. “Tones, come on man he’s been sitting in your stomach for like four hours, at least rinse him off.” The other human- Honey Bear- says.

“You know, not a bad idea.” Mr. Stark chuckles, his other hand reaching behind him and the sound of running water reaching his ears. Peter turns around quickly squealing in delight at the waterfall behind him. He sighs happily practically melting as he was moved under the stream. It was nice to rinse off a little considering the mucus was thick and a little too slimy for his liking.

A pleased hum escapes him, more so when he felt the callouses of the human’s thumb lightly rub his back. It was heaven truthfully, the feeling just so gentle and almost…parental. Would Mr. Stark be willing to be his caregiver? He wasn’t sure and he was too embarrassed to ask.

“Tank time buddy, we even made sure the temperature was at a decent level.”

He hums lazily, whining when the stream of water ended. He huffs when Mr. Stark had the audacity to laugh at him! He chitters unhappily, his little rant being cut off by the light rubbing returning to his back. “I think he needs a nap.” Honey bear’s voice comes, Peter ignoring it in favor of focusing on the nice feeling of swaying and the rubbing.

“He’s taken like serval naps in my gut thank you.” That was Mr. Stark for sure. He hums happily, gripping the fingers lazily. “Yeah, but he’s had a stressful day, it wouldn’t surprise me if he was tired again.”

Cool water flooded all around him making his face scrunch up unhappily. He blinks his eyes open looking up at Mr. Stark with a betrayed look. He guessed it was fine, cause seconds later the human’s thumb brushed against his cheek. The feeling of rough skin against his was oddly comforting, maybe because it was Mr. Stark.

“Yeah, yeah I know I’m so mean kiddo, but why don’t you explore a bit mm? Tell us what’s missing.” The fingers he had a grip on wriggling slightly, Peter reluctantly releasing his grip on them. He hoped that he would be held a lot, it was a nice feeling, well at least it was with Mr. Stark he wasn’t sure how nice it would be with another human. “It’s cold.” He complains looking up at the man with a pout.

His pout only growing when Mr. Stark had the audacity to laugh! At him!! “It’s probably going to a little cooler, I mean I run a bit hotter than the outside.” Mr. Stark points out. It was weird seeing how big humans were compared to him. He whines lifting his arms up hoping to convince Mr. Stark to pick him back up.

“Explored a little bit, then we’ll talk.” Mr. Stark says shooing him off. Honey bear shook his head with an amused expression before speaking. “Look at you Tony, getting all soft and mushy.”

Mr. Stark scoffs and puts his middle finger up at the other human, though he was smiling a little bit. “I am not getting all soft, he’s a kid they’re like biologically meant to be all clingy or something.” He finishes by lightly patting his head, Peter preening at the attention. “But seriously, go poke around and tell me what you think of the tank, we can add or take away whatever you want kiddo.”

As much as Peter didn’t want to leave Tony’s side, (it was weird after being snugly tucked inside of him) he was a tad curious about what his new home would look like. He turns his attention to the bottom of the tank, ducking under the water to fully inspect his home now. The sand was soft, and white which was nice. He got lost in thought as he explored the huge tank, touching the plants, exploring the little decorations everything. The water was also starting to warm up too which was nice. It wasn’t as soft or warm as being in the human’s stomach, but it was better to be able to stretch out fully here.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed but he was getting tired. Honey bear was right he was tired, and it had been a really stressful and weird day. He heads to the surface, blinking as he got used to the feeling of air on his face. He whines when the humans didn’t immediately look over, chirping until he got Mr. Stark’s attention. “I’m coming I’m coming, no need to go all car alarm on me.”

Peter immediately lifted his arms up, grabbing to the man. He lets a pleased trill out when a hand dipped into the water, immediately clinging onto it with his tentacles. Humans were so much warmer than he ever realized, and he was loving it. “Hey, let’s not go to sleep on my hand, Peter? Peter- oh you little shit.”

Peter giggles sleepily as he gets comfortable, closing his eyes with a deep sigh. This was perfect. He had a nice human caregiver, a nice home and! He was going to be protected here, what more could he ask for? He smiles to himself as he drifts off to sleep.

#soft vore #marvel vore #avengers vore #safe vore #baby stark do do

[prey-to-go]

Can we have a short one-shot where there's a emergency and Tony takes both Pepper and Peter in but it either takes a lot earlier with Peter still trying to get used to getting swallowed (or still freshly traumatized from the pred wolf) and he accidentally freaks out or has a panic attack?

Pepper, being the good mom she is, helps Peter calm down. Later that day after all the chaos, Peter is asleep next to her in Tony's stomach and Tony comments on how she would be a good mom. Pepper is like 'don't push your luck' or something even though she's smiling while Tony feels absolutely soft at the fact the two people who cares about most are safe and sound so he nods off as well (tired from fighting bad guys all day) So, the moment he crash lands on the bed, he just sleeps with his tail curled protectectivly over his stomach 🥺

(Oooooo yessss!!! We all know I like angst XD plus this was just too cute to pass up-)

The tower was under attack. Peter could barely think over the loud blaring of the alarm, yelping when a loud noise sounded from below, the structure shaking slightly. His panic only grows more when something wraps around his waist, frantically shoving at it. “No! no! let me go!” he cries out kicking his legs out in desperation. He was tiny and the tower was under attack and now something-

“Kid, easy it’s me. Just breathe, I’ve gottcha kiddo.”

“Mr. Stark?”

A soft rumble came from the demon which only made him relax slightly. His grip tightens on the clawed fingers firmly around his middle. It was just Mr. Stark...he was safe. Tears welled in his eyes as he looked up at the demon. “What’s...What’s happening Mr. Stark? What’s happening to the tower?” He asks immediately his heart pounding as he tried not to tremble. He felt too small, too exposed now. “Someone got brave, that’s what’s happening.” Mr. Stark practically growls, his heart dropping when he’s lifted some more.

“Mr. Stark?”

Warm air rushed over his legs as the demon opened his mouth, the light glinting off the sharp fangs and teeth that the pred had. Panic set in again as he grasped onto the fingers holding him gently. “Mr. Stark! Wait- WAIT!”

There was a brief pause before another rumble from the building sounded out, Peter yelping when his legs disappeared into the cavernous maw below him. “D-Don’t bite, please don’t- Mr. Stark! Please!” He cries out, tears streaming down his face. Mr. Stark had never ignored him like this before he had always sopped to comfort him or...or something. The other pred had been like this only rougher and..and there are being way more pain.  He yelps when the swallow pulls him down, clutching onto the fingers the best he could.

“Please- please Mr. Stark.” A soft croon warbles around him, the only indication that Mr. Stark wasn’t trying to scare him. “Please...” He begs quietly, flinching when he was swallowed again. The fingers supporting him left as he was swallowed up to his shoulders. He takes a shaky breath in the feeling of saliva against his skin makes him shudder. There was a soft purr rumbling around him as the demon tilted his head back before another swallow rolled over him. It was tight and hot and hard to breathe, but soon he spilled into the empty chamber, the organ gurgling around him eagerly, rippling around him.

“Your safe kiddo, I know it’s rough, but I need to get the suit on.” Mr. Stark’s voice sounds from all around him, making him tense and relax at the same time. He was terrified by the fact he hadn’t been able to stop it, no matter how much he moved. “It..it’s...Mr... Stark.” He didn’t mean for his tone to sound so whining but everything had been so terrifying. He curls up, flinching when there was a pressure against his back, a warbling vibrating the space that was pulsing around him. He couldn’t focus on anything, his breathing growing uneven and faster in pace.

There was a sharp intake of breath around him and the feeling of fingers drumming against him before an exhausted sigh causes the stomach to contract against him. “Hang on Peter.” The sounds of the outside were muffled only adding fuel to his unease. He didn’t know what was happening, all he knew was that Mr. Stark was moving due to the slight swaying of the muscle surrounding him. Another growl echoes around him, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut. He didn’t like this; he couldn’t do anything. He had been so weak compared to Mr. Stark and now... he was only a snack, not the kid the demon had been slowly easing into his job. Just like the pred who had-

“Pepper…I need a favor and I know it’s a lot to ask but we don’t have long and I just... I can’t leave him like this.” Pepper? Why would Mr. Stark be talking to Pepper when his tower was being attacked? He shouldn’t be worried about him a simple snack. It made sense he would be worried about Pepper though, that was his technically boss and girlfriend(?) A low whining noise made his heart lurch in panic, a whimper drawing itself out of him.

He could barely hear Pepper thanks to the walls of flesh, even if he could the blood rushing in his ears wouldn’t have made it easy either. He lets an chokes sob out, trying to be quiet so he wouldn’t annoy Mr. Stark. He had already taken up several precious minutes of the demon’s time. “You’re a god send Pepper; I swear I’ll give you a bonus.”

There was a lot of movement, Mr. Stark doing something that made him slide towards the ‘top’ of the stomach. “Do you still have the charm? I’ve got the spell.” Peter winces when he slides back down, wrapping his arms around himself for comfort. He felt too small and just like a snack, not the teen that Mr. Stark had been so patience and nice with.

His eyes snap up when Mr. Stark started speaking again only it was wrong. It was raspier and growly than he had ever heard the genius and it sent shivers down his spine. “M-Mr. Stark?” he chokes out, eyes wide in fear. What in the hell was that!?

“Give me a second kiddo, Peps will explain it to you.” That was his Mr. Stark. He relaxes a little looking up nervously. Wait what did he mean about Mrs. Potts? “What?” He squeaks out, his eyes widening when Mr. Stark swallowed something. There was some jolting from the organ before something landed on top of him and started moving. What- What?

“Shh It’s okay Peter, I need you to breathe for me.” That…That was Ms. Potts? Why was she here, scratch that how was she here?! “Ms. Potts you don’t- you don’t have a suit!” He cries out, squirming around, trying to get the woman away from the acids. She was going to get hurt! “I have a protection charm, I’m fine.” The organ around them gurgles loudly at all the moment, Mr. Stark groaning slightly.

“I hate to be that demon but I’m going to need a little less squirming.” The demon’s voice rumbles around them, movements indicating he was probably go put his suit on...would it fit with them inside? He falls still, Ms. Potts moving around him until he was curled against her small frame. He lets a shuddering sigh out and curls more into her, squeezing his eyes shut.

“S-Sorry Mr. Stark.” A light pressure against him made him further response. A whoosh around them, which was probably a sigh, made the fleshy walls press against them, He flinches when something touches his head before relaxing, realizing it was just Ms. Potts. “It’s alright, I know this is hard kid but it’s okay.”

“Ah...it might get a little tight. I promise I’ll try to get this over as soon as possible.”

Peter went to ask why or how before squeaking as the stomach walls squeeze into them, Pepper sighing as the space tightens around the, making it near impossible to move. “Mr. Stark?” He questions quietly hoping to get an answer at least. “Alright Coms are on what’s the big bad today?” oh...he was alone, and Mr. Stark wasn’t going answer him.

“It’s alright Peter, Tony just needs to take care of the threat. We’re in the safest place we could be in.” Ms. Potts speaks softly, her voice gentle and comforting despite the situation. Thanks to the closeness they barely moved as Mr. Stark flew and started to fight? He wasn’t sure the movement was more than he was used to, and thanks to the demon being overstuffed the organ wasn’t too pleased making noise every second it could. “I-I know I just…I was scared, and he didn’t stop Ms. Potts...he always stops, and he didn’t this time.”

“I know. Tony gets...oddly protective when fights go on. Most of the times I ended up in here even if the fight wasn’t near the tower, I’m just glad I kept the charm.”

“So..so There’s other ways?”

It seemed weird that someone wouldn’t need to wear like a suit something like him to be safe, then again, he wasn’t exactly sure how the suit even worked to begin with. He would have to do some research of ask Mr. Stark the demon probably knew.

“There are, though with technology now a days magic items have been fading out.” Peter felt something brush against his cheek, leaning into the touch when he realized that it was meant to be comforting, the stomach around them gurgles, a loud clang sounded before a string of curses rumbled in Mr. Stark’s chest. “So..So Mr. Stark used to eat you too?”

“Mmhm, before that- “Mrs. Potts pauses when Mr. Stark tsked softly, an obvious hint to stop. Okay...so there was something in the demon’s past he didn’t want him knowing. “That’s apparently something you’ll learn in the future. Either way, he’s settled with Prey to Go because of the variety, and the easier process.” Something about the way she spoke made Peter’s nerves slowly start unwinding. The rhythmically pulsing of the organ was slowly becoming the comfort it had been before the incident.

“What about Cafes? Did…Did Mr. Stark like those?” He can’t help but to ask. He finds himself leaning more into the woman, relaxing against her form. She was smaller than him, but he did his best to curl into her side. She took a small breath in, a hand starting to rub his back.

He closes his eyes when the woman starts to speak again. “They were alright, though he made several comments about how he didn’t like the practices you would need to order food to have prey. He always felt bad for them, and the process of having the prey transported out once he left the area was unpleasant.” Mrs. Potts explains, his eyes slowly growing heavier, his breathing matching up with her.

The feeling of exhaustion crept in more as the adrenaline wore off. He was safe here in his mentor and Mrs. Potts. “How do you know all this Mrs. Potts?” He asks drowsily, letting a small breath out. A whining growl sounds from all around them, the stomach walls briefly mashing into them. A small sense of panic started to creep up, but as if she sensed it the woman spoke again.

“Have you not met Tony? He complains about everything.” The soft laugh in her tone was enough to draw a nervous giggle from him before a small yawn followed. “Mm..Why don’t you take a little nap Peter? Nothing will happen, Tony has you.”

Peter went to whine in protest before a soft gurgle diverts his train of thought. Mrs. Potts was right…he was safe, he was technically inside the iron suit! And no one had defeated the demon yet so… “Y-you promise nothing will happen?” He mumbles nervously, looking up to her in the dark. The air was too warm...it was nearly impossible to stay awake.

“Nothing will happen. Tony will keep us safe no matter what.”

With that reassurance Peter felt his consciousness fade, barely processing the noises of the demon’s body working all around him

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Tony sighs in relief as he takes the armor off, the tightness of his gut releasing as his precious cargo was given more room. There wasn’t squirming or anything, just a moment of adjustment. He smiles resting a hand over the bulge lovingly. He couldn’t imagine the last time he had Pepper tucked away, hell he couldn’t imagine the last time he had two souls.

“Is it over?” Pepper’s voice was quiet, a hint of drowsiness in her tone. His smile only widens. IT looked like everyone got the nap they needed. “It’s over Peps, tower is fine and only a handful of causalities.”

Plus, he didn’t want to release his little snacks just yet. Judging from the noises coming from his gut neither did the organ. He stretches, enjoying the feeling of his stomach squeezing the two, sighing before heading to the couch. He hisses softly as he lowers himself down, wings splayed out lazily and his tail resting over the lump. He could hear Peter’s even breaths matching his and Pepper’s and he could feel the little twitches and subtle leans into the stomach folds. It never ceased to marvel him at how perfectly his little snack fit inside.

Pepper had calmed the boy down so easily which he was thankful for. Swallowing the kid had been more instinct than reason and God his cries had about destroyed him. “You know...you make a pretty good mom Pepper.” He chuckled at the scoff that comes from the woman and the shove that follows shortly after. “You already fill that role perfectly and you know that Tony.”

He closes his eyes, patting the lump with a soft chuckle. There was a mild squirm of protest before Pepper sighs, shoving at the fleshy wall. “I’m guessing it’s nap time?”

“Bingo Mrs. Potts, so I suggest you get comfortable.” He says poking at his middle. She of course squirmed at the action, making a purr rumble in his chest. “Will that be all Mr. Stark?”

Tony smiles, leaning his head back as he drank in the moment. Two of his most precious humans safely tucked inside.

“That will be all Mrs. Potts.”

#soft vore #marvel vore #avengers vore #bit of fearplay #pepper is trying her best lol

[voraciousvore]

The Giant and the Princess (7/10)

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Content Warning: Violence/ hard vore, blood

Word Count: 2.4k

------ Part 7 ------

Unbeknownst to Ajax, the prince’s murder flung the human world into chaos. The king and his remaining entourage fled to their original destination, the kingdom they sought an alliance with, to seek shelter behind the magical barrier. They were welcomed with open arms, naturally, but the other king was horrified to hear the news of the prince’s death. As both kings were aware, giants hunting for humans was turning into a substantial problem that hindered cooperation and growth between their respective domains. 

The prince wasn’t exactly a beloved member of the court, but he was nevertheless a critical asset. The king was furious to have lost his son. His kingdom was large and resourceful, with an abundance of magic-users. He vowed revenge on the giant that stole his son, along with all the giants that had consumed his people. His kingly counterpart used this opportunity to strengthen his position and forged an alliance on the basis of avenging the royal’s death, rather than the marriage that was originally planned. 

Iris secretly celebrated this victory, but outwardly pretended to mourn. Her elation turned to concern, however, when the two kings declared war on the giants and sent out a battalion of soldiers to slaughter Ajax. She felt an urgent need to warn him, but with the other king visiting the court, she was forced to attend diplomatic events and couldn’t slip away unnoticed. She feared the worst, yet she knew what Ajax was capable of. She hoped he would be okay. 

Ajax, unaware of the hostile machinations of the humans, started the new day in a good humor. He hoped he’d be able to see the princess today. After tossing and turning all night, agonizing over his predicament, he decided once and for all that he would become the man he needed to be for Iris. He firmly resolved to give up eating humans. He would learn to control his prodigious appetite, as daunting as the challenge may seem. No matter how difficult, he would do it for her. 

He hiked down the mountainside and entered the forest, as he had done many times before, and made his way to the castle. However, as he strolled past the trees, he sensed something was off. He wasn’t sure exactly what, but he didn’t like it. He sampled the air through his nose, but he couldn’t smell anything unusual. He detected plants, and trees, and animals, like he always did in the woods, but no humans nearby. 

The animals were too quiet. He made the realization a moment too late. An odd snap and whizzing sound whistled through the air, the only warning before a searing pain erupted in his skull. A sharp object had sliced up through his cheek and slammed into his eye, cutting his brow as well. He jerked back and bellowed in agony, loud enough to quake the surrounding trees down to their roots. A hot gush of blood dripped down his face. He was blinded with a scorching flash of dizzying pain. 

A volley of tiny arrows followed up the assault, peppering the skin on his arms and legs. The tips must’ve been steeped in some sort of numbing venom, because Ajax lost sensation where the arrows bit into his flesh. He could only see through one eye, since his other eye had been gouged out from the large projectile, but once he ducked below the cover of the leaves he discovered a horde of soldiers. Their uniforms were blue, the same as the prince’s, and purple, which matched the color of Iris’s kingdom. He understood in an instant that both kingdoms were against him. 

The giant flew into a blind rage, lashing out at the humans who dared attack him. He smashed their catapult into splinters and crushed them into a bloody pulp under his boots and in his fists. He forgot his vow to not eat any humans as he tore them to pieces with his teeth and gulped down the chunks in savage retaliation. As he demolished the mages among their ranks, their magical spell that concealed the scent of the soldiers dissipated. Ajax hunted down every last man that had the audacity to challenge him. He slaughtered them viciously, smashing them and devouring their broken bodies. Their blood intermixed with his own as it dripped from his lips. 

Not a single man escaped his clutches. Once he completed his rampage, he dropped to his knees, breathing heavily. He was lightheaded and shaking from weakness. His injury made his head spin and his limbs were tingling from the poisoned arrows. He gingerly lowered himself to the ground, laying on his back in excruciating pain. He knew he needed to treat his wounds, but his head was throbbing so badly he could hardly move. He focused on his labored breathing, pushing through the torturous sensations. He tried to get up, but the lack of strength in his arms and the world spinning around him made him fall back down with a grunt. For the time being, he was immobilized. 

Back at the castle, the human kings prepared for war on the whole giant race. They requested aid from their allies, who readily accepted the call. The humans were fed up with giants devouring their people and understood the only way to stop the carnage was to go on the offensive. They knew, if they pooled their resources together, their forces would be formidable, even against such behemoths. An individual human was no match for a giant, but a whole army equipped with magic and siege weaponry could take a giant down, no matter how big.  

Iris finally found the opportunity to slip out unnoticed, since she was mostly forgotten about once the marriage agreement fell through and the formalities of receiving a foreign dignitary were completed. Everyone’s attention at court was diverted to the more pressing matter of war. She needed to warn Ajax of the impending danger, before it was too late. She hastened into the forest. She was disappointed when she didn’t find the giant waiting for her at their usual meeting spot. She wasn’t so easily deterred, though, so she ventured further in, wary of any dangers she may encounter. 

A loud, rapid thumping that echoed off the trees towards the princess made her jump, but she was relieved to find it was only a giant rabbit, large but harmless. The huge, fluffy creature stopped in front of her and stared at her with bulbous, black, shiny eyes. It twitched its nose and flicked its ears and whiskers before hopping away as quickly as it appeared. Iris let out a sigh of relief before continuing on her way. 

Another beast came galloping in her direction, but Iris recognized the cadence as horse hooves pounding into the earth. She spied a flash of distinctive purple through the trees. The horse belonged to a soldier of her kingdom, with its colorful equipment, but its rider was missing. A sight that would in the past frighten the princess instead made her worry about Ajax. Did he have something to do with the missing soldier? Did the soldiers attack him? She hurried to find him. 

As she penetrated deeper into the forest, she came across a mess of giant footprints, interspersed with human and horse prints breaking up the grass and dirt. The grim scene was littered with broken tree branches, random articles of purple and blue, metal, and blood. Iris’s concern grew as she raced forward, without seeing any signs of life. She wanted to call out for Ajax, but she feared drawing attention to herself. 

Fortunately, he made himself known soon enough, with wheezy breathing and labored groans. Iris found him sprawled out on his back and barely conscious. As she raced past his gargantuan hairy leg and arm on one side, she was appalled to see countless arrows stuck in his flesh. The innumerable wounds oozed fluid and inflamed his skin. She finally made it up to his head. She couldn’t see the damage to his eye from her position. 

“Ajax!” she yelled. “What happened? Are you okay?” The giant tried to turn his head to look at her, but a wave of dizziness struck him hard and he lay his head back limply with a dissatisfied groan, nearly passing out. When he was unable to answer, Iris realized something was terribly wrong and began to scale his shoulder. She noticed right away that his body was radiating intense heat like a furnace, enough to make her sweat. She had difficulty maintaining balance on his vast chest, when his breaths were shallow and irregular. She clung to his beard and used it climb up to his face. 

The skin on his face was pale and clammy. Iris was finally able to behold in all its red glory the horrific gash in his face, which stretched from his cheek to his brow, and wrecked his eye. “Oh my God, Ajax!” she cried in horror. He moaned in reply. Iris started to panic. She needed to help him, but she didn’t know what she could do at her size. He was bleeding profusely, feverish, and not very responsive. 

“Water…” he rasped. His mouth felt as dry as a desert. 

“Hang on, Ajax! I’ll be right back! I’ll patch you up the best I can!” Iris assured him. She descended his giant body back to the ground and dashed home as quickly as possible to gather supplies. She went straight to the royal apothecary and requested a healing salve and bandages, claiming she wanted to aid the war effort. The apothecary obeyed, giving her the bandages along with a large tub of topical cream infused with magic and special herbs. 

Iris rushed back out, struggling to carry the hefty quantity of supplies. In her haste, she forgot to remove her crown, but she kept it concealed under the hood of her cloak. She wrapped the medical supplies up in a few large cloths like a sack, dragging them behind her, and strapped a flask of water on her shoulder. She found Ajax in the same position, breathing heavily and perspiring. She ascended back up to his face with the flask and poured the entire contents into his mouth. The water was hardly more than a few drops for the giant; he urgently needed more. He moistened his lips with his tongue and squeezed his eyes shut with a shuddering grimace. 

“I’ll get you more,” Iris promised. Luckily, there was a stream not too far away. Iris ran over, refilled the flask, soaked a cloth with cold water, and returned. She placed the cooling cloth on his burning forehead and emptied the flask into his mouth again. She used another cloth to clean his wounds the best she could and began to bandage up the worst ones. She removed the arrows piercing his skin, careful not to slice herself on the venomous iron tips.  

Iris didn’t know what to do about his eye, so she focused on the smaller gouges that she was equipped to handle. She used up the entire tub of healing salve and all the bandages, but there were still more cuts that required medical attention. All the blankets she brought became soaked with blood, and the waterlogged one on his forehead needed to be refreshed. Iris despaired, and she was repulsed by all the blood, but she didn’t give up. She sprinted back to the stream and sacrificed her cloak, dousing it in the water. 

Despite his sweating, Ajax felt like he was freezing internally. He began to shiver violently, complicating Iris’s journey up his body to his face again. She nearly fell off, with her hands full of her sopping wet cloak. She cast aside the cloth on his forehead, now warmed from his fever, and replaced it with her colder cloak. She struggled to maintain her balance as she hobbled over to his huge mouth to pour more water in. She felt a stab of anxiety with the uneven footing, fearing she might fall in. She managed to provide him with a drink without incident. 

She slid back down his beard and damp clothes to the ground to get him more water. The effort was making her weary, as she was not accustomed to so much exercise, but she soldiered on. The day was already late when she started, and the sun set, leaving her in darkness. Iris was afraid to be in the woods alone at night; she hoped the presence of the giant, even if he was incapacitated, would detract any large predators. She collected water from the stream and hastened back to Ajax, trying not to imagine luminous eyes watching her through the trees. 

Although Iris’s attentive care was helpful, Ajax’s condition was still worsening. In his feverish state, he was slipping into delirium, no longer aware of his surroundings. He quivered as Iris hauled the flask up to his mouth again. He gasped for breath, lips parted, as Iris dumped the water inside. He shuddered, and the princess momentarily lost her balance and almost toppled forward into the abyss of his mouth. She managed to grab his lip with her hands, halting her descent. Her crown slipped off her head and fell inside. The princess froze in shock as she watched the priceless crown slide down his massive tongue, past the rows of teeth into the depths of his gullet. 

The giant coughed as the crown hit the back of his throat, making Iris flip back on his chin. She gripped his beard and watched his neck spasm as her crown vanished down his throat. Briefly, the loss of her crown upset her, as she had always regarded the treasure as invaluable. However, as she righted herself on the giant’s chin, she realized she didn’t care about the crown as much as she cared about Ajax. As she gazed upon his sallow face in the moonlight, she decided she wasn’t going back to the castle. Her love for the giant man outweighed all other considerations. She knew, in that moment, she’d rather die than be separated from him. She was finished with her life as a princess. 

She was thoroughly exhausted, after taking care of the giant all afternoon, so she crawled down and rested in her usual spot on his sternum. His excessive body heat kept her warm in the night. She looked up at the stars overhead and prayed to whatever higher power that was listening that Ajax would survive. With troubled thoughts churning in her brain, she fell asleep. 

Part 8

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[justice-maul]

Character/Scenarios Kink List

Featuring: Dom/Top Reader ONLY! w/ Random Fandoms

Summary: A new little fun game for my followers and new comers to play with me, you can request anything from this list with the rules down below but aren’t obligated to as I will still write them regardless

Author Note: there will be some overused characters and actors because this list is of my personal favorites to write about, I change this list quite a bit according to my taste so keep that in mind

Rules for requesting are down below and the links/list are under the keep reading

Kink/character list:

Jealous Sex ft. Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes)

Thigh Riding ft. Bucky (The Winter Soldier)

Premature Ejaculation ft. Clark Kent (Superman)

Facefucking ft. Hal Jordan (DC)

Voyeurism ft. Belphegor (Obey Me)

Accidental Stimulation ft. Steve Rogers

Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen ft. Jason Todd (Redhood DC)

Discreet ft. Bruce Banner

Size Difference ft. Scott Lang

Toys ft. Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie)

Begging ft. Conner Kent (DC)

Kitchen Sex ft. Tony Stark x Avengers amab!Reader

Shower Sex ft. Pietro Maximoff

Caught Masturabting ft. Bucky (The Winter Soldier)

Overstimulation ft. Geralt (The Witcher Netflix)

Praise Kink ft. Matt Murdock

Uniform Sex ft. Bruce Wayne (Batman)

Scent/Smell Kink ft. John Constantine (DC)

Boss/Power Play ft. Natasha Romanoff

Hate sex ft. Lucifer (Obey Me)

Cockwarming ft. Loki

Face Sitting ft. Marc Spector

Spit ft. Steve Rogers

Breeding ft. Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Tit Job/ Pec Job ft. Diavolo (Obey Me)

Frottage ft. Jake Lockey (Moonknight)

Hero/Villain ft. Tony Stark

At Work Sex ft. Clark Kent (Superman)

One Piece of Clothing ft. Thor

Bent Over ft. Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Drunk Sex ft. Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

Requests:

All of my existing blog rules must be followed here too, please be respectful and read these

You can add anything to it along with the kink and you may add scenarios and/or prompts even a plot,

Send me the number of your desire and I’ll write it next whether it be a headcanon or a fic

I can turn down a request, I have that right as a person

If a number is crossed out and says: currently writing, DO NOT REQUEST IT

The characters and kink will not be changed if you make a request on which one you want me to write

Alternative universe’s are welcome

I won’t do mommy/daddy/mistress/master labels, pregnant reader or character, having a child together,

I will not do cock cages or rings, pet play, monster sex, snowballing, vomit, poop, feet, pee, sneeze, vore, or gore. There will be no kink-shaming either. other than that I’m open-minded.

I will write it in a random order and you can request in a random order

You can add another character but can’t change an existing one

Be respectful of the kinks and do not shame others for theirs

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[mthofferings]

aimmyarrowshigh

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Will create works that contain: I only write canon-compliant and canon-adjacent fic, so I'm not the person to request for totally AU AUs! That said, I'll write AUs that exist within the canon-adjacent space (Shrunkyclunks and Shrinkyclinks, X Character Lives, Everyone Lives In Avengers Tower, Omegaverse, fix-it, etc.) I love writing about food as a metaphor for love, and that will probably show up in anything I'm writing in some way. I love writing about the recovery of the Red Room characters (Natasha, Yelena, Bucky, Nadia, Ying). I love writing Jewish characters. I love a lot of rarepairs -- please check here for more information and to check if your preferred ship is one that I will write.

Will not create works that contain: I will not write breathplay, impact play, hard BDSM, scat, watersports, vore, "good" or "redeemed" Nazis, "sexy" rape including rape fantasy or role play, werewolves, mermaids, catboys, bestiality, furries, or cheating. I also will not write wild AUs that are not connected to the canon world in some way -- I'm just not the best writer for those requests! And I'm not the person to ask for Peggy Carter-centric fic. I pretty much only know how to write flangst -- don't ask for anything with a super dark ending, because I can't do it.

  -- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1057

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - MCU Natasha Romanov-centric - MCU Bucky Barnes & Yelena Belova & Ava Starr - MCU Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop - MCU Xu Xialing-centric - MCU Scott Lang/Steve Rogers - MCU Wanda Maximoff-centric - MCU Darcy Lewis-centric - MCU Steve Rogers-centric - MCU Nadia van Dyne-centric - 616

Work Description: I will create a fanwork of 5,000 words for the starting bid of $15, with each additional $5 increase equaling an additional 1,000 words (up to a total of 15,000 words). I will also most likely make a little picspam/graphic for the story. :)

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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