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urfavoritewriter · 1 month

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Ghostface Meal, Part II

A gift for a very good friend of mine. <3

Content: M/Multiple Prey, Oral Vore, Digestion, Unwilling Prey, Muscular Pred, Ghostface, Male Observer, Belching

As Chris ventured back into the lively atmosphere of the party, his shirtless form with the bulging, full-of-Alex belly stood out amidst the sea of costumes and flashing lights. The Ghostface mask perched atop his head added an eerie allure to his imposing physique. He moved through the crowd with a predatory grace, his eyes scanning the room for his next target.

Nearby, a young man dressed as a cowboy caught Chris's attention. The cowboy's outfit consisted of a worn leather vest adorned with fringes, tight jeans, and a classic Stetson hat perched jauntily atop his head. His rugged appearance contrasted with the flamboyant costumes around him, drawing Chris's gaze like a moth to a flame.

With a confident stride, Chris closed the distance between them, his muscles rippling beneath the dim lighting of the party. The cowboy glanced up at him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, clearly taken aback by Chris's squirming belly.

Without a word, Chris reached out and grasped the cowboy's shoulder, his touch firm yet strangely inviting. The cowboy's eyes widened in surprise as Chris's strong grip guided him closer, their faces mere inches apart.

With a sudden, fluid motion, Chris's other hand shot out and wrapped around the cowboy's waist, pulling him even closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together. The cowboy's heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement as he found himself ensnared by Chris's powerful embrace.

“Hope you don’t mind joining the private after-party,” Chris said, “’Cause you’ve got a one-way ticket there.”

With a primal growl, Chris lunged forward and engulfed the cowboy's head in his gaping maw, his powerful jaws snapping shut with a resounding crunch, bitten as he’s being swallowed whole but not enough to end him right away.

As the cowboy's struggling form disappeared into the darkness of Chris's gullet, a deep, satisfied belch reverberated through the room, signaling the completion of yet another successful feast.

As the partygoers began to notice the peculiar sight of Chris, shirtless and bulging with an unmistakable gluttony, a wave of confusion rippled through the crowd. Some exchanged bewildered glances, while others gasped in shock at the spectacle unfolding before them.

With a self-satisfied smirk, Chris patted his distended belly, relishing in the weight of his recent indulgences. His appetite had been ignited, and he had no intention of stopping now, especially since Robin was waiting for him up there where he promised he’d be back.

With a predatory gleam in his eye, Chris began to move through the crowd once more, his strides purposeful and determined. He approached his next unsuspecting victim, a young woman dressed as a glamorous flapper from the roaring twenties. Her sequined dress shimmered in the dim light of the party, her laughter ringing out like music to Chris's ears, oblivious & thinking people were having rowdy fun.

With a deceptively charming smile, Chris sidled up to the flapper, his muscles bulging beneath the dim light of the party. Before she could react, Chris's strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to his towering frame. His grip was firm yet strangely comforting, drawing her into his embrace with a mix of fear and fascination.

With a playful wink, Chris leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered teasingly, "Looks like you're the next lucky contestant in my little game."

The flapper's eyes widened in disbelief as Chris's other hand shot out and clasped the back of her head, tilting it back at a precarious angle. In one swift motion, he opened his mouth wide, revealing row after row of gleaming teeth.

With a mixture of horror and fascination, the flapper watched as Chris's jaws descended upon her, swallowing her head whole in a single, merciless gulp.

Undeterred by the chaos unfolding around him, Chris continued to waddle through the crowd, his eyes scanning for his next victim. Man or woman, it mattered little to him.

As the chaos of the party escalated into mass panic, Chris found himself swept up in a whirlwind of movement and noise. People were running in every direction, their screams echoing off the walls of the house as they fled from the terrifying spectacle unfolding before them.

But amidst the chaos, Chris remained strangely calm, his focus unwavering as he continued his relentless pursuit of sustenance. With each swift movement, he snatched up another unsuspecting partygoer, his powerful arms enveloping them in a vice-like grip before they even had a chance to react.

As he swallowed down his latest victim, a surge of exhilaration coursed through Chris's veins, driving him onward in his quest for more. He moved with an almost supernatural agility, darting through the crowd with ease as he zeroed in on his next target.

But amidst the chaos and confusion, there was one person who remained firmly planted in Chris's mind: Robin, the shy and unassuming boy whom he had left behind in the room upstairs. With each passing moment, Chris's thoughts turned to the young man, his heart swelling with a strange mixture of protectiveness and desire.

As he swallowed down yet another hapless partygoer, Chris's mind drifted back to the image of Robin, sitting alone in the room, tears glistening in his eyes. The memory fueled his determination, driving him to continue his rampage through the party with renewed fervor.

With each swallow, Chris felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over him, his belly swelling with the weight of his latest conquests. As he swallowed down another partygoer, Chris couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at the thought of having the boy rub & worship his growing belly, putting all his weight to work.

As Chris sat on the floor, his muscular frame dominating the room, his shirtless torso gleaming under the party lights, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. His belly, now swollen to a massive size, bulged out between his powerful thighs, a testament to the feast he had indulged in moments ago. He absentmindedly rubbed the distended mound, feeling the weight of his conquests squirming within.

With a mischievous grin, Chris whistled for Robin, the shy and slender man he had left in the room earlier. As Robin descended the stairs, his eyes widened in shock and amazement at the sight before him. The room was filled with the aroma of food and the sound of muffled protests emanating from Chris's belly.

“U–Uh… Chris–”

"Well, don't just stand there cutie, this is all for you to enjoy~," Chris said casually, gesturing towards his swollen midsection with a nonchalant flick of his hand. Robin approached tentatively, his gaze fixed on the round mass before him. With a mixture of curiosity and excitement, he gingerly reached out to touch Chris's belly.

As his slender fingers made contact with the warm, taut skin, Robin felt a rush of exhilaration. “You’re so big ,” He began to explore every inch of the dome-like mound, his hands tracing the contours and feeling the occasional punch or kick from the prey trapped within. “I can feel them moving inside you!” Despite the chaotic scene unfolding around him, Robin couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the powerful figure before him.

“Probably just letting you know they love being in there,” He said, as Robin continued to worship Chris's giant belly, his slender fingers exploring every curve and crevice, Chris casually reached up and pulled his Scream mask back down over his face, the eerie grin now concealing his features once more. The mask perched perfectly on his head as he leaned back against the wall, enjoying the sensation of Robin's touch against his distended abdomen.

With each gentle caress, Chris could feel the vibrations of the prey inside, their muffled protests only serving to fuel his amusement. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Robin, so small and delicate compared to the massive mound of flesh before him.

“You’re so warm, so big, and so squishy!” Suddenly, Robin leaned forward, his entire weight pressing down onto Chris's stomach with surprising force. The sudden pressure caused Chris to let out a deep, rumbling belch that echoed through the room, the sound reverberating like a beast's roar in the quiet of the night.

BuUuUuuRrRpp!

Chris laughed heartily at the sound, reveling in the sheer power of his own body. Bringing Robin in closer, Chris lifted his mask up slightly, revealing his lips beneath the eerie grin. He looked into Robin's eyes with a mixture of amusement and desire, his voice low and husky as he spoke.

"Well, aren't you a bold one," Chris said, his tone teasing yet tinged with a hint of admiration. "Feeling better already?“

“Very.” He said, his expression a stark contrast to when he was crying back in the bedroom; He had a smile on his face, enjoying himself as Chris’s huffed breath washed over his face.

As Robin leaned in closer, unsure of what to expect, Chris met him halfway, his lips crashing against Robin's in a fiery kiss. The intensity of the moment took both of them by surprise, their mouths moving together in a passionate dance fueled by desire and hunger.

"Mmm, that's it," Chris murmured against Robin's lips, his voice husky with desire. "You feel so good."

Chris's hands roamed eagerly over Robin's slender frame, exploring every curve and contour with an almost primal hunger. He could feel the heat radiating off Robin's body, the softness of his skin driving Chris wild with longing.

Meanwhile, Robin's fingers found their way to Chris's chiseled pecs, kneading them with a mixture of awe and reverence. Each touch sent shivers down Chris's spine, his body responding instinctively to Robin's every caress.

"You're so fucking hot," Robin whispered, his voice laced with admiration as his fingers trailed down Chris's chest.

Chris chuckled, the sound vibrating against Robin's lips. "You're not so bad yourself," he replied, his tone playful yet tinged with a hint of lust.

As their kiss deepened, the air around them crackled with electricity, the intensity of their passion igniting like wildfire. Moans and gasps escaped their lips, mingling together in pleasure as they lost themselves in each other's embrace.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they surrendered to the heat of the moment, their bodies pressed together in a frenzy of desire. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, as Chris’s belly groaned loudly, churning around its occupants.

Chris broke the kiss, but instead of pulling away, he wrapped his strong arm around Robin, pulling him close in a tight embrace. Their bodies pressed together, the warmth of their closeness enveloping them both as they shared a moment of intimacy.

As they held each other, Chris let out a contented sigh, his eyes closing in bliss. "Let's sleep here while I digest," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "And then, how about we go on an official date? That's if you're fine with me carrying a belly tomorrow from what I got in front of me." He slapped his belly, prompting a muffled yelp of pain.

Robin's blush deepened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'd love that," he replied, his voice soft and earnest as he nuzzled against Chris's chest. "And I don't mind at all. Besides, it's just proof of how lucky I am to have such a strong, handsome man like you."

Chris chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Robin's forehead. "You're too sweet," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "Now, let's get some rest. We've got a big day ahead of us."

Together, they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, the promise of a new beginning lingering in the air. For Chris and Robin, the night was just the beginning of their journey together, filled with love, passion, and the occasional indulgence in their shared desires.

#male vore #digestion #male prey #female prey #mass vore #multiple prey #male pred #worship #belching #observer

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thefanciestborrower · 2 years

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New oc time!

Everyone meet Jessie, Cory, and Brad. Jessie is a centaur cowboy with a rather broken sense of humor who has made a tradition out of eating the new farmhands as a sort of ‘initiation’, as this poor kid here has found out first hand. He’s never hurt anyone of course, save maybe their pride, and he ain’t about to stop any time soon either. Not when it still gets such a reaction out of everyone!

The poor squashed human in Jessie’s gut is Cody, a rather timid little fellow. He’s clever with his hands and has an impressive way with horses, but he wasn’t exactly expecting to get eaten first day on the job. And unfortunately for him this might just become a routine

Brad is a farmer and generally speaking is a real sweet guy, unless it comes to Jessie’s shenanigans. They’ve known each other most of their lives and at this point the bull centaur is a bit fed up with his friend eating all the new hires just because he can.

#when centaur vore mood combines with cowboy mood you end up with nonsense like this hah #anyways enjoy these new idiots everyone I love them so much already #I mean just look at Jessie prancing around all smug and proud of himself #he’s a menace #soft vore #safe vore #arts #same size vore #centaur vore #Oc vore #Oc Jessie #Oc Cody #Oc Brad #Vore art #sfw vore

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sillyromance · 5 months

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Good day everyone!

So... There is my the very first ask game! Anyone who'd like to participate - you're absolutely welcome (don't be shy to make reblogs if you need). The only thing I beg for is: no more symbols than 3-4 at a time (if you reblog, you are free to set your own limits).

Take care and good luck!

Personal:

❗- discovering vore

🚩- orientation (pred/prey/switch etc.)

💘 - personal meaning

The tropes:

💗 - the most favourite trope

💔 - the least favourite trope

⚡- protective vore

❤️‍🩹 - comfort vore

🩹 - healing vore

💀 - fatal vore

🩷 - safe vore

🪷 - romantic vore (not sexual)

🥰 - willing vore

😫 - unwilling vore

Specific things:

🐯 - fearplay

🎉 - having fun/teasing

🐾 - chase

🎻 - musicians in vore

🧛‍♂️ - fictional characters as preds/preys (pirates, vampires, military men, cowboys etc.)

🎭 - roleplay

🩸- reformation

🦴 - digestion

Types of preds/preys:

🐍 - naga preds/preys

🐲 - dragon preds/preys

🐬 - ocean preds/preys (mermaid/merman)

🤖 - robot preds/preys

🧸 - gentle preds/preys

🦈 - cruel preds/preys

❓ - unbothered preds/preys

Physical aspects:

🦷 - teeth

👅 - tongues

💦 - slime/saliva

🫁 - internals

❄️ - body temperature

🌺 - smell

🍭 - taste

🌵 - texture

🪶 - sensations

👄 - communication

👀 - appearance

#extreme cuddling #ask game #vore game

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gh0vtzb1og · 2 days

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MY INTRODUCTION + MASTERLIST

My names + nick names ; angel, Si, Simon

Pronouns; she / her / hers (he/him/ his) are ok too!!

Age; 18!

What im comfortable with ; flirting if your 18+, minors as long as you do not dm me. I do not want to interact with them, but I also viewed this stuff as a minor. Requests, please send me requests for Call of duty fics (any character except farah she is Muslim and I'm not comfortable crossing said boundary.)

Requests; you can request stuff in Ds or anon, feel free to ask stuff in anon like questions and or just talking. My DMs are always open.

What to do!; please specify what au (if there is any), gender of reader, character, any kinks or main smut theme (cnc, soft smut, etc) and any other details, it helps me create stories to your liking:)

What I will do; cnc, rape/non con, any kinks! Any gender:)

What I will not do; zoophilia, food, vore.

Master list ;

SIMON RILEY

Rubbing ya till you break. (Massage therapist au) (dub con) (female reader.) (dom ghost.)

Poppin your cherry. (Stalker au) (non con) (female reader) (dom ghost)

Watching you from afar. (Guardian angel au) (GHOST X FEM READER) (fluff)

My beloved doll. Random writing / GHOST X FEM READER (smut and fluff)

Strum of the acoustic. Concert au / GHOST X FEM READER

Used over and over. (Small writing) (fluff and slight smut) (gn reader)

Lucky rabbit (abusive writing) (fem reader) (dom / abusive ghost.)

GAZ

Pantin like a mutt. Random writing / GAZ X MALE READER

SOAP

Run rabbit run. Rabbit hybrid / SOAP X MALE READER (dom soap)

PRICE

Rockin horse. (Submissive price) (smut request) (male reader)

CAPTAIN MACTAVISH