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bucknastysbabe · 5 months

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Champagne and the Profane - Victor!B. Barnes

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW!!! Bad mental space described, reader is an active alcoholic, implied prostitution and sexual abuse!!! Hunger games alternate universe, Pnv!sex, v!fingering, rough sex, confessions of love, two depressed ass hunger games victors, John Walker is still an asshole, Bucky is Tired and in a Situation

A/N: Reposted and edited a little from my ao3 :)

You swirled the champagne around in your hand, tuning out the nasally drone of the Capitolites. It was the season of the games and you were District 10’s female mentor. So you had to ride the train up to the Capitol, play nice, try not to think of your tributes inevitable death. They were extra pitiful this year. Sometimes District 10 would have a real rough-and-tumble ranch hand that makes it out. Most don’t see it through the cornucopia.

John Walker’s ass was an example of a real rough, gritty winner. He had it lucky, came from money, biggest ranch in the district. Like your mentor before— both men made through the games with an eerie rage. John was all easy smiles and perfected class now. Behind closed doors he was a nightmare.

He was across the room, gesturing to a group of bright colored ladies clad in feathers. Disgusting. A man with silver hair interrupted your thoughts. “What was it like throwing that knife into that District 2 boys throat? He was the last— I’d imagine you were elated.” Holding back a gag you swigged your champagne. Barely enough to put on a fake smile. He watched intently as you cheerily responded, “I was just glad to win. I didn’t really think about it, not any of them actually.” Your stomach roiled at the obvious lie. The man and others cooed, one whispering dramatically, “How cold of you! But the way you mesmerized us all with knives!” The group laughed and you politely excused yourself to the balcony.

Few people frequented the balcony, a couple here and there. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. You were haunted by the dead tributes in your dreams every night. They stared and stared with knives stuck oddly in them— faces, necks, chest. You’d wake up screaming and down what was left of the bottle next to your bed. You’d wake up just as tired but at least there was the comfort of the void for a couple of hours.

Snagging a flute or two off the waiter next to you— those were downed in two gulps each. You discarded them on a nearby table and sighed, leaning onto the railing. Tired eyes stared out at the glimmering city as hate bubbled in your chest. You heard a shuffling and glanced over at a familiar figure loosening his bow-tie. You rasped, “Tired of the circus Barnes?” He hummed lowly in agreement and collapsed on the chair nearest to you.

Bucky Barnes won two years before you. He was a charming boy then, easy smiles and a flirty personality. He was a career tribute, a finely honed killing machine when released into the games. Like you, he was good with knives. After the games he had never been the same. Trauma rendered Buck passive and quiet. Anyone would be if immediately after a tragic victory you were whisked off to live among the Capitolites that designated you as a pretty toy. Or weapon. He wouldn’t elaborate very much on the subject during your brief meetings.

His empty blue eyes made you sad. The emptiness matched up with the same hole in your chest. You weren’t good looking or charming enough to garner the Capitol’s demand, which was a small blessing in your miserable existence. Bucky huffed, “How’re you?” You sighed, “Not drunk enough.”

“Never are, are you?” You nodded, frowning at his observation.

He merely peered up, brow slightly furrowed, reaching a hand out to grasp your own. Always the flesh hand first, thick calloused fingers intertwining with your scarred hands.

“My tributes are going to get slaughtered this year. Yours look tight per usual, another District 2 win in the books I’d say.”

He chuckled flatly, “Yep. Nothing new there. One’s attractive enough that maybe they’ll replace me.” Bucky’s arm whirred as he flexed his palm. He lost his arm in the last few minutes of the games. Of course the game-makers weren’t going to let him die so they gave Barnes the silver arm adorned with a bright red star. You bitterly added, “Maybe then you can run off to District 10 and help me butcher the cows. Put those knife skills to a better use.”

Bucky’s chest pressed to your back suddenly, a hand on your waist. You jumped in surprise, painted pout opening in a gasp. Moves like a damn cat. He murmured, “I wish. I really do.” The fellow victor nuzzled into your hair, breathing in deeply. A whimper slid out as his hand massaged your rail-like waist. You whined out, “Need you— fuck, meet me in the bathroom in ten. Last stall.”

He let you go with a nip to your shoulder. You hurriedly darted through the crowd, shooting some colorful liquor from a glass along the way. John tried to get your attention but you were already at the bathroom door. Slinking in to the last door, the only sound was the click of your heels across the marble. Once inside, you shucked off your shoes and dress. You sat down on the bench and tried to present yourself sexily. He doesn’t even give a shit, it’s just the yearly fuck.

He merely didn’t mind a sickly looking drunk who might’ve been prettier if she put down the bottle. Or Bucky needed someone real, that was the second guess on why he desired you so.

Bucky entered later than expected but was already removing his clothes as soon as the door was locked. He hissed, “Fucking vultures, I had to stop three times.” Pausing to eye you reverently, Bucky growled lowly when he eyed your tits. He rumbled, “Fuck you look good. Natural. A goddamn natural.” Barnes shucked down his pants and underwear, his hard cock bobbing proudly. You stood up and closed into his space, leaning up for a kiss. The brunette grabbed your ass and hoisted you upwards.

You let out a squeak cut off by a moan when he closed his lips over yours. He started a rough pace, forcing an opening up to plunder your mouth. Your back slammed against the cold wall and you gasped into his mouth. Bucky sucked on your tongue with a low groan, big hands massaging your ass harshly. He moved down to thin neck, unceremoniously biting and sucking like an animal. Your head hit the wall with a shuddery moan. The metallic hand gripped your breast, the soft flesh spilling between his fingers.

“Buck— god! Fuck me please! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” you cried out desperately.

He rasped into your bruised neck, “Yeah? Want me to ruin your perfect pussy? Fuck that noise outta’ your pretty head? Huh slut?”

“Please, baby please,” you moaned with jerky nods.

He tweaked your nipple roughly before moving down south to soaked cunt. He slid two body heated fingers across your slit, twirling around your engorged clit. You clawed at his broad shoulders and bucked wildly with whines of his name. He pumped his fingers in roughly and stretched you out for a couple of minutes, rambling dark nonsense. The fingers were replaced with the blunt tip of his cock, pushing in slowly. Your insides burned sweetly with the stretch.

Fuck. Pain was so nice. What you deserved.

You panted against his veined neck as Bucky pushed into you, fully seating his dick inside. He peppered a couple of kisses to the tops of your breasts and began a harsh rhythm. His metal hand joined the flesh one in gripping your ass. Smacks of his hips against yours echoed in the bathroom. Not like these debaucherous people cared anyways, encouraged it actually. You dug into the thick muscle of his shoulders, drawing blood. He grunted with the force of his thrusts, long hair stuck to his face with sweat. You stared into his blue eyes and whimpered, “So good Buck, so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna- ah- stop sweets,” the man panted. The ever roaming hand settled on your throat, gently squeezing the sides. Your eyes rolled back at the rush of blood to your head combined with Bucky’s cock maddeningly brushing your sweet spot. He groaned, “Gorgeous baby, gonna come on my cock like a good girl?” You were too gone to speak, only a pathetic noise slipping out. Bucky grinned, “Gone dumb, that’s good. C’mon now.”

You whole body was quaking with pleasure, legs squeezing around his toned waist. You sobbed and writhed as he battered your sensitive core, just enough to blur the lines between pleasure and pain. Another well timed thrust and husky murmurs in your ear shot you over the threshold. Your vision whited out, spasming around Bucky’s length, warmth gushing from between your legs. Bucky let out a long drawn moan at the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him. He whined, “Awh fffuck— love you!” The brunette released in hot bursts; grinding his hips up to ride out the pleasure, huffing like a racehorse.

You pushed his long hair from his face, chest heaving in pants. Bucky maneuvered you two onto the bench and slid out with a soft noise. His cum slowly dripped from your core. You whispered, “Did you mean that?” Bucky’s eyes widened and he asked, “What?” You looked away in fear, sudden trepidation.

It was just an in the moment thing. Maybe.

“That you love me?”

Bucky swallowed thickly, big hands petting your scarred skin, eyes darting around.

“Uh. Yes,” he shyly admitted.

A flit of manic glee struck you. Out came a laugh, “Love you too. Star-crossed lovers added to the list of misery now.” Tears began to fall soon after, Buck kissing them away, pink lips pouting. He sighed, “M’sorry, M’sorry, I know.”

“No, no, can’t help the way we feel sweets.”

Sharing some sweet nothings and a couple of more kisses, you shakily got dressed. You were worried about falling with how weak your legs felt. With an intimate goodbye, you smoothed back your hair and rejoined the party. You met back up with John who snarked, “I see you got your yearly fuck in with Barnes.” You smiled and grabbed his drink playfully, people were staring with intense curiosity. Always nosy, these folk. You gulped the drink back to settle the growing pang of loneliness in your chest. You caught his blue eyes across the room, Bucky was back in actor mode. He flirted with a group of scantily clad people, doing that beloved half smirk, showing off his arm.

When the party was over and you sat dazedly in your bed, you dreamt up an alternate reality where Bucky could join you at home. Tending to the cows and working together. Tears slid down your face as you tipped up the almost empty bottle. Buck was right, never enough.

#bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst #hunger games au #victor bucky Barnes x Victor reader #dom bucky barnes

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andythelemon · 1 year

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✨ PRE-ORDERS NOW OPEN ✨

JUMP FOR THE STARS! A Shonen Poster Collection

40pg | A5 | saddle stitch

A cinematic-style tribute to 32 of our most beloved epic, hot-blooded and friendship filled shonen manga. From old classics to new faves, there's something for everyone. All physical book orders come with a cursed protagonist sticker pack!

Artists: Andy - Roll - Lisa Kogawa - Jade - Vi - Jacqueline Li - Tetsai - Koi Carreon - Jununy - Amy Matsushita-Beal - Yukinnn - Corina - Erin - Sam C. - Tia - Roxy - Jimmy Martinez - Nice Day, Bucky! - Leario - Myst-A - Kevinmacross - CJ - Cam Estela - Poxei - Meruz - Deads - Yun - Six - Prince - DICEShimi - April - Vanna

Pre-orders close Nov 27th. Please contact the store if you have any questions not answered by the listings/FAQ. Thank you for the support!

#anime #manga #shonen jump #weekly shonen jump #fanzine #anthology #poster design #my art

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late-to-the-party-81 · 5 months

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The Champion’s tribute

Knight Bucky presents his winning bouquet to Prince Steve.

My first embroidered fan art, this piece was made for ShrinkyClinks Double Bang 2023 and was claimed by the wonderful @knockoutwriting

Read the fic, All’s Faire in Love and Jousting, here on AO3

Tag list: @christywrites @alexakeyloveloki @doasyoudesireandlive @galactusdevourerofworlds @km-ffluv

#stucky #stucky fanart #shrinkyclinks #fibre arts #shrinkyclinksdoublebang2023 #collaboration

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lily1718 · 1 year

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BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER NON-SPOILER REVIEW

1. First of all. THE PARALLELS. Idk how to explain but soon there would be many gif sets that would explain by what i mean of the godamn parallels.

2. THE RANDOM ASS CAMEO I NEVER EVER SAW COMING. (Token white boy's wife as well as the one from the ancestral plane)

3. Costumes?! Slayed. Idk man at this point if they gave Oscar for the costumes I feel like it would be belittling them.

4. Dora Milaje and Okoye my beloved ❤️❤️❤️

5. Shuri's character development was so so SOOO WELL WRITTEN. How do i even explain this without spoilers.... Homegorl got everyone gasping here and there.

6. The tribute made me cry all right. However, I really have mixed feelings on the ending they gave T'Challa the entire film. Something felt off. But again the tribute was beautiful and raw.

7. AGAIN THE PARALLELS. GOOD LORD THE PARALLELS.

8. Anyways this one had the spirit of MCU, no Disney-esque jokes. One liners was here and there and perfectly delivered. Loved it.

9. The visuals were absolutely gorgeous and lived up to the first film's standard.

I loved it.

NOW REGARDING THE SPOILERS BECAUSE I CANT KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT:

*SPOILER ALERT*

1. When the scene showed Riri under the suit. It took me RIGHT BACK AT TONY STARK. DID I CRY BECAUSE I MISS THAT MAN? YES I DID.

2. The greeting Shuri and Riri did at Shuri's lab and the direct parallel to the greeting Shuri had with T'Challa. Dont mind me crying in this corner.

3. KILLMONGER.

4. Shuri going villain mode was not in my bingo card.

5. Val? I just hate her. Good job actress who played her.

6. Token white man 😌❤️

7. Killmonger mentioning Bucky walking freely got me worried Shuri might hunt him down💀

8. Also what's up with Marvel suddenly introducing these superhero's sons in phase four.

9. When Shuri the new Black Panther war cried Wakanda Forever, I think it was such a beautiful bittersweet moment.

10. I just love how this movie centred around women but not even once it felt like they were shoving promotional feminism down our throats. It just is. And i think that's beautiful.

#marvel cinematic universe #mcu #black panther #wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #chadwick boseman #shuri #riri williams #ironheart #okoye #dora milaje #namor

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petite-madame · 6 months

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I'm not familiar with Good Omens, so I have no interest in seeing those characters but OH MY GOD THOSE TWO RECENT ARTWORKS YOU'VE MADE OF THEM WITH THE WINGS ARE JUST SO STUNNINGLY GORGEOUS!!! You have enchanted me, a total outsider to this fandom, with the beauty you create! I'm in love!!!

Hi anon,

Thank you so much for enjoying my Good Omens art and for taking the time to contact me! It's very kind of you 💗

I love this kind of messages because it's the equivalent of "I usually don't like potatoes but damn, these french fries you made for dinner were good". 😁 I went a bit overboard with colors this time (a bit more than usual, I mean 🤓) but I really wanted to show how happy they were (and it's a tribute to a scene from S2 where they admire the Universe and more particularly Alpha Centauri)

If Good Omens isn't your cup of tea, I hope you'll enjoy what's next. I'm posting a Steve/Bucky fan art this week (both in love in Wakanda, my followers voted for the ship and the trope)...

...then three Sherlock artworks in the same post (you can view a video preview HERE) and somewhere in the middle, I'm planning also a "badass Stede Bonnet with a beard" (as you can see him in the first episode of S2). Little preview below:

...and then, I don't know. I have several WIPs I have to finish so I guess I'll take a break because I've been posting quite a lot in the past two months.

Thanks again for enjoying my Good Omens artworks, I hope you'll enjoy what's coming next. 💗

#pmasks

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jedusaur · 1 year

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Recs: the best Clint/Bucky fics with under 200 kudos

I just finished combing through the entire Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes tag on AO3 sorted by kudos, which got to be a bit of a slog toward the end, but there were some delightful underappreciated gems buried in the mud. so I decided to share some favorites!

D.I.Y. (Demons In You), by @redteamshark (38k) Clint and Bucky are renovating their new house, Clint is a YouTuber posting progress videos about the renovations, turns out the house is haunted. this one was the inspiration for this list, because based on the quality, length, and posting timeframe, I would expect this to have about 700-1000 kudos, and it has FIFTY-SIX. WHY. it's an engaging AU concept, the plot and relationship arcs are well-executed, it has fewer copyedit-level issues than some of the hugely popular fics, it hits good emotional beats, it's got fun minor character cameos, the HGTV-style home reno details are great. that kudos total is a cosmic error that requires rectification, pls assist

don't care what you did (as long as you love me), by veryrach/@mightymightygnomepriest (21k) a job goes wrong and Clint needs money fast, so he gets a job as "the blond one" for all the boybands in a '90s tribute act, supervised by a mysterious hot bodyguard. super fun but not actually crack-level ridiculous, it mostly plays the premise pretty straight, and at the end it does something interesting with the framing device that my will-they-or-won't-they dopamine response liked very much :D

A Muscle The Size Of Your Fist, by @there-must-be-a-lock (99k) in which Clint and Natasha are trailer park neighbors in 2008, Nat invites him to see her band play, and he meets Bucky in the pit by elbowing him in the face. lots of bandom nostalgia and ~emo kid~ feels in this one

Aw, Blood, No, by @reremouse (19k) Clint gets turned into a vampire and Bucky drags him out on a cross-country road trip to avoid the SHIELD agents trying to imprison him. featuring "blood-lover's pizza" and Tony's Malibu mansion with a private cove full of cars piled up underwater for the Aesthetics

Team Spirit, by @noxnthea (17k) rival ghost hunters, with peak The Sunshine One/The Grumpy One vibes. silly tropey fun :)

Safely Home, by @bluflamingo (5k) soft sweet post-CW fic about Bucky deciding to move in with Clint on his farm instead of going back to New York, over Steve's objections. especially loved this line about Bucky and Steve's dynamic: Bucky, if he was honest, thought their friendship could maybe stand to carry a little less of the weight of history.

love was just a glance away, by drunkonyou (30k) '70s Jersey Shore AU, in which Clint and Bucky meet when they're both contestants on The Dating Game and then spend the weekend on the shore together (warning for homophobic violence near the end)

been lonely too long, by veryrach/@mightymightygnomepriest (10k) a beautiful story about tattoos and pain kink and people being imperfect and messy and doing their best

#recs #fic #marvel #winterhawk #clint barton #bucky barnes #fandom

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voraciousvore · 2 months

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Giganterra (Chapter 1)

Prologue | Chapter 2

Content Warning: Soft, safe, unwilling vore

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Chapter 1: A Typical Royal Dinner ------

Six years later…

Crown Prince Ronny, the adult heir to the throne, sat down at his usual spot at the table, on the right-hand side of his father, the king. King Richard claimed his rightful place at the head of the table, and Princess Bianca, the youngest by about two years, sat across from her brother Ronny. The king’s personal guard Ajax, his shadow, stood discreetly off to the side behind his seat, ever watchful.

Ronny, dour as always, glared at his sister, who stuck her tongue out at him in response. He scoffed superciliously and removed his gloves for dinner, folding them neatly on the table. He was rescued from having to converse with his loathsome family members by the servants, who came in balancing plates loaded with vittles. Ronny sat in a gloomy silence as Chester, the royal food taster, checked each entrée for poison. He curled his lip with mild disgust when he was given his portion: prime rib, sautéed swiss chard, and scalloped potatoes, with a human dressed in a light sauce.

Bianca had a similar reaction, poking and prodding the tiny woman on her plate with her fork. The woman winced, but stayed silent and didn’t try to run, knowing the consequences of resisting giant royalty would be far more gruesome. “Daddy, when are we going to get more humans? It’s been a while since the last tribute.”

King Richard wiped his lips daintily with a napkin as he gleefully swallowed the human on his own plate. “Hmmm… it’s been a while, hasn’t it? We are certainly overdue for some fresh meat.”

The giantess princess perked up. “If so, can you order some little men this time? Pleeeeeease? Ladies are fine and all, but they’re all we ever get, and I want a handsome boy to play with…” She pouted, scraping her fork with an obnoxious screech on her dish. Her human repast covered her ears and grimaced. Ronny rolled his eyes.

The king gave his daughter a knowing smirk and chuckled lightly. “I’ll see what I can arrange, my darling.” He picked up his knife and cut into his meat, which leaked blood onto his plate.

Ronny shook his head and dug into his own meal, flicking the human carelessly off his slab of prime rib. He didn’t understand his father’s obsession with tiny maidens, or his sister’s fascination with miniature men. Why couldn’t she be normal for once and content herself with an attractive giant instead? Humans were fine for eating, when he was in the right mood, but otherwise Ronny found them to be gross vermin, clambering around with their wiry legs like bugs. Distracted by his thoughts, he failed to notice his tiny female side dish had crawled off the edge of his plate. He put a bite of meat in his mouth, and his face puckered with detestation.

“Ugh!” he groaned, spitting the offending meat back onto his dish without concern for decorum. “Nasty!” His face turned purple with rage. “Bring me the royal chef!” he bellowed. The servants scrambled to obey. Soon enough, the obese chef rushed into the dining room, huffing and puffing with the effort.

“Yes, Your Highness? How may I best serve you?” he asked nervously, wringing his hands and picking at his blond mustache. He was sweating profusely, his skin ruddy with exertion.

“Bucky!” Ronny roared. “This food isn’t fit to serve to a dog! The meat is cold in the middle and saltier than the sea! Dumping a mountain of salt on such a bland cut doesn’t improve the flavor, you cretin! I’m a prince, and I deserve only the best, not this offensive rubbish!”

His temper flared as he got worked up into a frenzy. He stood up out of his chair and gesticulated with his hands aggressively. “You’re a sorry excuse for a cook, you worthless piece of shit! Just look at these vegetables! Wilted strings reeking of too much garlic and swimming in watery juices! And these potatoes! Unpalatable texture, lumpy and uneven, tasteless paste! Unacceptable, reprehensible slop!”

He picked up the plate and hurled it against the wall with all his might, shattering the porcelain and staining the wall and expensive carpeting with juices. The servants hurried forward to clean up the mess in a hush. Nobody was especially surprised by his tantrum: The servants were accustomed to unhinged outbursts from the royal family. Ronny ignored them and continued to verbally berate the chef, who pointedly stared at his feet. Ronny shoved his finger into his fat chest as he ranted in his face, spitting and swearing. After several minutes of screaming at the top of his lungs and frothing at the mouth, Ronny finally cooled down, dismissing the silent chef with a contemptuous wave of his hand. His face changed from pink back to its usual pasty shade. He crossed his arms petulantly and slumped in his chair.

“Good job, Ronny,” King Richard praised, grinning wide. “Sometimes you need to put the commoners in their place and make them fear you.” He chomped down on a bite of meat, clearly enjoying his meal despite his son’s scathing condemnation of its quality. Ronny shrugged, still scowling. The servants, so inferior to the royals as to be invisible to them, cleaned up his mess in the background.

Bianca was unperturbed by Ronny venting his spleen, continuing to toy with the human on her plate as she ate the food around her. Eventually, she got bored and lifted the poor woman up by her leg, studying her wriggling with a cold inquisitiveness. She lowered the tiny woman headfirst into her mouth, licking her face and closing her plump lips around her torso before slurping her flailing legs inside with the rest of her body. She sucked on the delicious morsel for a while, shuffling her from one cheek to the other, before sending her off on a trip to her stomach with a hearty gulp.

She watched as the servants flitted anxiously back to the table, bringing with them a sumptuous feast of roasted partridge and yams for the picky prince. He sulked as the royal food taster sampled each portion and cleared the food for consumption. The servants backed away, sweating nervously as Ronny tasted the partridge. The bratty prince raised an eyebrow and grunted, but didn’t complain. The tension dissipated among the servants and they disappeared into the background again, relieved not to be on the receiving end of another explosive fit.

“Hey, Ronny, what happened to the human in your food?” Bianca queried.

Ronny shrugged as he continued to shovel food into his mouth. “Fuck if I know. She probably ended up as a red stain on the wall.”

King Richard frowned. “What a waste.” He gave Ronny a stern look. The aura in the room subtly changed, as if the air itself chilled. “Don’t squash your humans so carelessly, Ronny. They are valuable, and we can only extract so many without them revolting against us.”

Ronny stiffened. “Of course, Father,” he mumbled, casting his eyes downward. “I won’t do it again.” The king assumed a milder expression, accepting his words, and the mood lightened again. Ronny repressed a shudder.

“I never understood why you don’t just conquer the human kingdom, enslave the populace, and farm them,” Bianca remarked, tilting her head. “Wouldn’t that make more sense? Then you can have as many as you want.”

The king sighed and shook his head. “Unfortunately, it’s not that simple. Haven’t you noticed the humans that are here for a long time tend to lose their unique flavor and vitality? That’s because, if they’re not fed and cared for well, and they grow sad, they become frailer, weaker, and less appealing to the palate. That’s why over time we need fresh tributes, and why I usually dispose of them, when they are no longer of any use to us for our personal pleasure.”

He licked his lips as he finished the last bite of his dinner. “I prefer my humans to be free-range, so to speak, and of high quality. That standard of health isn’t possible if they were all forcibly imprisoned. Happy humans also multiply in greater numbers, which is even better for us. Let them have their silly little kingdom, go about their lives, and exist in blissful ‘freedom.’ As long as they give us our rightful share and don’t complain, I will be content.”

He inserted his fingers into his pocket and pulled out a small, trembling woman. “Of course, as you know, not all humans go stale! I still have my favorites, like my cute sweet little Millie, now don’t I?” He grinned roguishly and nuzzled her with his nose.

“Y-yes, of course, Your Majesty! I would never want to disappoint you!” the poor creature squeaked, out of fright rather than affection. Ronny looked away, repulsed by the display. He hated his father’s distasteful perversions and could hardly stand to watch. Bianca stared at him with jealousy, wishing she had a tiny man to kiss and pet and play with. King Richard always exclusively requested maidens as tribute, and she was fed up with his selfishness. She was used to always getting what she wanted, so the fact that she couldn’t have one irritated her to no end.

The servants cleared the dirty dishes off the table and brought slices of cheesecake for dessert. King Richard removed a small vial from his pocket full of a glowing blue potion and dripped a drop onto Millie’s head. Her face paled with dread as her body absorbed the substance, a magical anti-digestion fluid that would keep her unharmed inside his stomach. He pressed her into the soft dessert with his index finger up to her shoulders. She turned her head away from him, and Ronny spotted quiet tears glistening on her cheeks. The prince switched his attention to his own dessert and ate in silence, ignoring the display.

King Richard scooped up Millie with his fork and licked the sweet filling off her body, chuckling at her small whines of discomfort. He gently enveloped her in his mouth, humming with delight. After slopping his tongue all over her and sliding her against the inner walls of his teeth, he took another bite of cheesecake and rolled her around with it, sucking it all up with pleasure. He continued in this manner until he finished his entire slice before finally gulping down the small lady.

Ronny hastened to excuse himself from the table, grabbing up his gloves. As he lifted them, he noticed an abnormal weight inside, caused by a small, shivering lump. He flipped the glove and dumped its mystery contents out on the table, only to discover the food human that he thought he’d thrown across the room was hidden inside. She tumbled out and landed on the hard surface with a splattering of sauce.

Ronny glared at her, then at his fancy gloves, soiled inside with sauce. “Ugh! Look what you did, you filthy little rat! These gloves are ruined!” He flung the gloves away, his dark eyes flashing as his white-hot wrath returned with a vengeance. The woman’s eyes widened and she cowered before the giant man looming above her like a mountain. She had already narrowly escaped death when he smashed his dinner plate against the wall; she knew what he was capable of with his volatile temper.

The giant prince slammed his fist on the table next to her, startling her to her feet. Even standing up, she was shorter than his stacked fingers; he could easily crush her in his grasp like an insect. Her legs turned into useless rubber beneath her as she comprehended the futility of resisting and collapsed to the table. Ronny unclenched his fist and grabbed her up, raising her close to his face.

“Vile, foul worm,” he grumbled as she whimpered helplessly in his hand. “I’ll make you pay for that.” He knew humans hated to be eaten, so he shoved her into his mouth and swallowed her hard, sending her straight to the fleshy prison in his midsection. King Richard grinned with approval as he observed his son. Ronny stormed off in a huff, stomping on his gloves and kicking them to the side on his way out.

He clomped down one of the many stony corridors of the castle, fuming with irritation. He could feel the human fighting inside his gut as she was jostled about by his rapid steps. That idiotic human deserved her punishment. Those gloves were custom-made, based on the measurements of his hands, and now he’d have to order a new pair from the royal tailor. Such an inconvenience!

Chapter 2

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