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simplegenius042 · 3 months

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Music Monday

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @adelaidedrubman @strafethesesinners @strangefable @direwombat @derelictheretic @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @nightbloodbix @cassietrn @chazz-anova @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @deputyash @dephellseed @deputy-morgan-malone @trashcatsnark @voidika @vampireninjabunnies-blog @onehornedbeast @minilev @fourlittleseedlings @florbelles @corvosattano @afarcryfrommymain @skoll-sun-eater @softtidesworld @snake-in-the-garden @wrathfulrook @titiagls @inafieldofdaisies @megraen @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @cloudofbutterflies92 and @i-am-the-balancing-point

Three songs for Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and Life, Despair & Monsters. Also the last song is a song from Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel, which I'm aware isn't fully out yet, so maybe SPOILERS! Avoid the last song if you care enough. Music below:

Nadi Sinclair, a sharpshooter amongst Task Force 141, is forced to go on the run with Soap and Price in the Call To Arms duology after killing Shepard and try their darnedest to put an end to Makarov once and for all (therefore running with the metaphorical wolves after the ultranationalist leader). Though alternatively, this could be after Call To Arms, where she joins up with the Project at Eden's Gate under Alexander Khaos and Jacob Seed's tutelage, where, she literally and figuratively runs with the wolves, away from society's expectations, technology and whatnot. Song below:

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"Trick or treat, what would it be? I walk alone, I'm everything My ears can hear and my mouth can speak My spirit talks, I know my soul believes

But we're running out of time (Time, oh) All the echoes in my mind cry There's blood on your lies The sky's open wide There is nowhere for you to hide The hunter's moon is shining

I'm running with the wolves tonight I'm running with the wolves I'm running with the wolves tonight I'm running with the wolves I'm running with the wolves tonight I'm running with the wolves I'm running with the wolves tonight I'm running with the wolves

A gift, a curse, they track and hurt Say can your dream, in nightmares seems A million voices silent screams Where hope is left so incomplete."

"cardigan" is a specific song that makes me think of Ortega "Ore" Brantley's final moments in The House Always On Top, as he stands in a dam that has an active nuclear warhead nearby, injured beyond belief, with one of his father's most dangerous spellcasters, Aggravor, keeping him in one place with nothing more than one hand touching his back, a fatal touch that would soon kill him whenever Aggravor chooses. And Ore reflects with what little time he has left on his loved ones, his companions, friends, family, mother, sister, the innocents killed by Urias under his watch, even the recent loss of Ryder, the Courier's presence being the cause of why he came to Hoover Dam in the first place if only because he saw a slim chance she survived and had to jump to it before it was too late. He thinks over his regret of not killing his father sooner, of being too late to save others, but also his accomplishments, over the fact his sister, and both of their students, had survived, and Ress had evolved far from the arrogant and immaturely entitled girl she started off as. And with that, when Ress finally enters the room, he makes sure to look upon her with pride, and knowing she won't be needing him anymore, verbally passes the torch to her. He has full confidence that she will end their father's blight even when Aggravor ends his life. This song can also be towards Ress as she loses her big brother, the one constant support in her life, the one person never willing to give up on her no matter how much of an ass she made of herself, the one person she thought she would walk the Earth with forever and ever due to their ageless immortality, so she would never be alone. Her big brother who took the roles of teacher, friend and father all in one, always there to guide and support her want for freedom (unlike Urias, who would have used her as a pawn), always there to say "I'll take it from here" whenever she messed up, whenever she needed help fighting. Which must be why Ore's last words, though reassuring, had hurt so much as well. Song below:

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"To kiss in cars and downtown bars Was all we needed You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleeding Cause I knew you stepping on the last train Marked me like a bloodstain, I, I knew you Tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy I, I knew you Leaving like a father, running like water When you are young they assume you know nothing But I knew you'd linger, like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long Cause I knew everything when I was young I knew I'd curse you for the longest time Chasing shadows in the grocery line I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired And you'd be standing in my front porch light And I knew you'd come back to me You'd come back to me. And you'd come back to me. And you'd come back."

In The Thorned Crown of Iron Thrones, much like canon, Aegon II Targaryen isn't a good brother, nor is he a first son to be proud of (as evident by his father's absolute indifference with him and his mother's disappointment), even less a candidate to be a king of all things (sometimes he was thankful it was his half-sister who would sit the Iron Throne, though he knew that meant him and his younger siblings would be put to the sword, which was the only downside). He knew this to be true, everyone knew, even his own grandsire recognized more potential in Aemond even after his younger brother lost his eye. After the funeral of their older cousin Laena, after Aemond lost an eye to their half-sister's children for claiming a dragon which their deceased cousin had ridden on, after the arguments and screaming between everyone on both sides, for justice, for blood, for punishment, for some shred of care from the man who conceived them. And especially after hearing Corvus, the only older sibling that treated Aegon, his brothers, his sister, and his mother with more decency and kindness than their apathetic father and scornful half-sister (despite Corvus conviction to continue helping his adopted sister keep her claim), break down when father revealed the most damning and life-shattering secret about his "adopted" son (thanks Dad), Aegon couldn't handle it. Couldn't handle the shame, disappointment and hopelessness of the situation, so that night, he ran off. He ended up running off into Driftmark's woods, hoping that, maybe if he disappeared, everything would get better, that his half-sister that his father doted on more than Aegon and his siblings, or his younger brother who would do mother and his grandsire proud, or even their recently discovered half-brother, as merciful and decisive as he is (though Aegon highly doubted either father nor grandsire would allow it to happen), would sit the dreadful throne, be the ruler people wanted. Hell, he would even have Cecil to sit the throne, if it meant the self-proclaimed Royce woman would send her father, his terrifying uncle, to the Wall and marry off his siblings to noble houses willing to care for them. Not him. He wished to be forgotten, to curl up and shrink and shrink until he couldn't be seen anymore. He had not intended of coming across an ex-assassin woman who called herself Okkotsu, who had tried to murder his father back in the day and had a special connection with the recently deceased Laena. Nor had he foreseen them connecting with their troubles, through such unorthodox means. Okkotsu may not know what Aegon is exactly going through, but she knows enough to help lift his spirits up... through the power of accepting yourself as a sopping wet sad little meow-meow blorbo? Song below:

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[I'm not going to include all the lyrics, just the ones I find matter to these two downtrodden losers. Also LOTS-OH cursing here]

"So things look bad, and you're backs against the wall Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless You're feeling filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall Can't face the world sober and dopeless You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked Well, let me just say you're correct!"

"Wait what?"

"You're a loser, baby A loser, goddamn baby You're a fucked-up little whiny bitch."

"Hey!"

"You're a loser just like me."

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"This supposed to make me feel better?"

"There was a time I thought that no one could relate To the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged But lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight! We're all living in the same shit sandwich."

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"I'm a loser, honey A schmoozer and a dummy But at least I know I'm not alone."

"You're a loser."

"Just like me."

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"I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour."

"You're a loser, baby."

"A loser, but just maybe if we-"

"Eat shit together, things will end up differently."

"It's time to lose your self-loathin' Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby Play your card, be who you are."

"A loser, just like me."

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i-bring-crack · 7 days

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Dungeon Meshi AU for the solo leveling characters but instead of Jinah being the sister cleric that gets killed it's Jinwoo, and Jinah is the one who has all of this monster knowledge with her (because of her passsion of video games) and so she is the one who tries to save her brother before he is fully digested by the dragon.

(ramble below)

Jinchul is the overly exhausted elf that had studied under the same knight school as Jinwoo. He is skilled in swordsmanship but lacks the agilty and stealth that Jinwoo excelled at a lot and was praised for in the school grounds. ( I will probably have to read the manga to know if elfs can be fighters or why there hasnt been any so far until ep 17. But for now I guess this is just a subversion for funs sake.) He is the voice of reason between the group like Marcille is, especially when it comes to eating monsters, but his worry stems from the fact that he made a promise to himself to care for Jinah, in the case Jinwoo wouldnt be able to make it one day.

Juhee is exhausted of whole ordeal as well, but will not let Jinah go through this alone so she too joins in to rescue Jinwoo. Her magic isnt all that powerful enough to heal people (as expected of half foots) and yet she still tried from a very young age to become the best healer she can be. But appart from that she also has a lot of other hidden talents which adventurers try to recruit her for, such as magical knowledge and locksmithing.

The weretiger Yoonho had been living in the dungeon for quite a while now when the party met him. He had escaped from somewhere the party doesnt know of, and will probably never know, and had kept to himself all this time inside the dungeon, learning how the ecosystem of the dungeon has worked to the point while also becoming a part of it that played a more pacifistic role. He doesnt use his fighting abilities, as destructive as thety can be, for much because he sees his violence as a part he wants to get rid of. However he does come to symphatize a lot with Jinah's desire to see her brother again to the point where he too gets influenced to use some of his own power in bringing them closer to their goal.

(I have a lot more stuff to say but to finish off: Jinho is a hunter that has known Jinah and Jinwoo and had tried to befriend them but it just never seemed to work out in his favor. Jongin is the Captain of the Canaries sent on to deal with the dungeon that the team is currently going into. Haein was once part of the Team and in love with Jinwoo during the trip but deflected from the team as she heard of Jinwoo's death and resurection.

#shamelessly reversing roles for the sole purpose of seeing dragon chicken jinwoo chimera? absolutely #have you met me #solo leveling #solo leveling au #woo jin chul #sung jinah #cha hae in #baek yoon ho #im actually writting a differnt oneshot of this idea as we speak #let me die #only i level up #lee ju hee #ore dake level up na ken

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werebearteeth · 1 year

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Aight so. Uhhhhhh smol 5’1” curled up snugly in like… 8’ soft dragon’s tummy… safe and warm… and the dragon just being so content and full…

Sorry this took forever!! I’m a busy bear and also literally had to color this and I’m the world’s slowest artist. SLEEPY DRAGON VORE GO!!

TW// Digestion + Reformation under cut!

The Tamer has a cool necklace that makes them respawn, so they’re just chilling! Win/Win!

( I may post some writing for this later but urfghggg,,, lazy)

#v0re blog #vore artist #v/ore #v0re #safe vore #soft vore #vore art #safe v/ore #sfw vore #dragon vore #tw digestion #internal shot

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icantalk710 · 1 year

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Not Irish, but wouldn't have said no to some kisses with my morning coffee tbh 🍀

#ore no kao #[well if only]#Friday mood feeling the oats 😌#work's been mostly uneventful now that i've caught up on emails for a day or two lol #[have to send some follow-up requests on monday tho which may change that]#but calm friday is* was calm #[took a bit deciding to post lol but hey it's the weekeeend]#[no flag-dono yamete]#just gonna go watch some Dragon Ball Recut don't mind me

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dzamie-oc · 6 months

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Voretober 28 - Stuffed

Length: 1100 words Vore type: M/???, oral vore, cock vore Fandom: None Other info: unwilling prey, anthro dragon pred, belly rubbing, belches, digestion Summary: Dragon has had a bit too much to eat. Luckily, he has an otter.

"Ugh," Azurel groaned, leaning his scaly blue head back against the couch. "Uuuugggghhh…" he repeated. While he wasn't completely pinned by his heavy gut, nor chained in place by the heft of his scaly sack, the dragon moving from his spot definitely did not feel worth the effort.

It was a sentiment shared by the otter standing before him, tail swishing and cock nearly as hard as Azurel's. But while the dragon preferred not to move from exhaustion, Gabe had a different reason for keeping the scaly predator still. As he all but fell against his boyfriend's swollen belly, immediately purring, Azurel had to admit his enthusiasm was infectious.

The otter's paws slid all around the dragon's gut, gently pressing back in against the struggles of the prey unfortunate enough to still be alive inside. Azurel reached out and hugged him close, running his claws through Gabe's thick, brown fur. This coaxed a moan out from the otter, who leaned even further against him. The dragon's stomach groaned and gurgled, momentarily drowning out Gabe's purrs, and the pair shared a look.

Azurel opened his maw, but rather than stuff his boyfriend inside like he had his other prey, he instead let out a loud, wet belch, right in Gabe's face. The otter scrunched his face up as drool, feathers, and an acid-eaten bra flew at him, and though he groaned in complaint, his swishing tail and erection pressed firmly against Azurel's gut told a different story.

"Feeling any better?" Gabe asked, grinding his hips against the dragon. Already, the remnants of the struggles from within weakened further, and Azurel knew from plenty of experience that the otter knew exactly how to help.

"Not enough…" he moaned, "why didn't I stop at three?"

"Because I wanted to see you eat the witnesses, too." Furry, webbed paws shoved slowly but firmly into the blue, scaly belly, and got another gurgle in response.

"Seven was too much, in hindsight."

Gabe paused. "Seven? I saw six."

Azurel took a deep breath in, and as he let it out, his stomach churned again, accompanied by the cracking of a number of acid-weakened bones. "You were shoving that wolf down my throat, when that ferret lady… I guess decided to choose where she'd end up." He picks up one of his legs to jostle the heavy sack resting between them; while he couldn't see it, it felt like it was already less lumpy than his stomach. "And I guess she had a fondness for being dragon jizz."

"Mmmm…" Gabe hummed, running his paws down his boyfriend's body. He crouched out of sight and wrapped both paws around the thick, people-devouring monster standing proudly between Azurel's legs. A warm, slick spot slid from the base of his shaft, up over each ridge, and finally to the tip. The dragon gasped in pleasure and flared his wings, but arching his back was a no-go against the formidible weight of his stomach. Gabe stood back up, stretched with a smile, then leaned forward on his boyfriend's gut like a table. "Feels to me like she's just about done in there, along with the other two~"

Azurel reached up and scratched behind the otter's ear, getting him to just about melt into a purring mess on his overfed gut. "Then keep rubbing, my dear gutslut, and I'll make sure they find their proper place in and around you," he rumbled, before wincing and dropping back against the couch.

The otter's paws got to work, kneading more purposefully at the stretched, scaly belly, but smirked at his boyfriend. "You know, if I wanted to, I could leave you trapped here, maybe get you off and make a mess of this room. No otter in the line of fire."

"You won't," Azurel replied, confident.

"Mmmyeah." Gabe pressed his paws in, left, then right, then left… and then shoved both in. Azurel's stomach groaned again, and Gabe leaned in, only for Azurel's scaly hand to push him back. The dragon leaned his head back and let out another loud belch, this time accompanied by a wide gout of flame. While Gabe stared at the fiery show, he felt the dragon's stomach shrink down slightly around what was left of his meal.

Azurel snapped his jaws shut and rocked his head forward again, steam still rising from his closed mouth. "Not burned, right?"

"Right," Gabe said, already going back to affectionately pressing against Azurel's belly. After a brief glance down, the otter pulled his tail around and curled it around the heavy balls below. They were already back to their usual shape, albeit not size, so the lucky trio to become dragon seed had already done so, no otter affection required.

Of course, judging by Azurel's unfocused eyes and heavier breathing, "required" and "desired" were two very different things.

After several minutes, Azurel finally slumped down on the couch and kicked his legs up, using his own tail to ensure his sack got safely on the cushions. He beckoned Gabe towards him, and with a smile, Gabe climbed onto the couch as well and immediately straddled his beloved dragon, rubbing their cocks together even as he kept his paws focused on the scaly belly.

Azurel groaned again, but this time more in pleasure than pain. "Next time, you're helping with witnesses if you're so concerned about them."

Gabe grinned down at him, purring and visibly enjoying how soft his boyfriend's prey were becoming on their way to being simply more fuel for the scaly predator. "I dunno, next time, I think you can fit eight."

"Mreh," the dragon complained, launching a playful swipe at Gabe's arms.

The two of them continued, rubbing and purring and grinding against each other, until Gabe paused and leaned down until he rested fully atop his boyfriend, muzzle to muzzle. "Hold on, boyf, I know the kind of magic you do. You not digesting these guys faster was a choice."

Azurel simply grinned and leaned forward to lick the otter's furry cheek. "Yep, sure was."

The two stared at each other with matching smirks until Gabe pushed himself back up and continued rubbing. "Silly dragon."

"It's why you love me, cute snack."

#v/ore #v.ore #vorefic #nsft #furry #anthro #furry dragon #furry otter #voretober #writing #writers on tumblr #text #unwilling prey #digestion

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oqulis · 1 year

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actually speaking of thara. you will behold their fruity little outfits

#thara #arttea #dnd #dnd5e #tiefling #d&d #dungeons and dragons #<- I will tag these guilt-free because while I do use my one system now I made them originally for dnd GJDHSKSHKD #anyway. tag ramble incoming. I love them sm #the divine and infernal are one and the same entity; the tongue you speak determines the nature of the interaction and nothing more #they happen to be a desecendant of August - god of omens #they died once and came back wrong and now they’re SO funny #sylvain and folenthraud are two countries on the minor continent of lothain. sylvain is more rural woodland and farmland #whereas Folenthraud is a big fucking desert where a lot of the economy is based on ore production and refinery #the plague mask can go with any outfit. they wear it often #(they love to pretend to be a doctor and sell fucked up little medicines <3)#aubenon is where a lot of the campaign takes place and it’s a little more focused on trade and industry #that said there are Horrors in the woods. I’d describe it as slutty gothic steampunk-adjacent fantasy except also it’s haunted

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geekmeup-scotty · 1 year

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Silvered Obelisk, one of six new sets that are up in the shop.

Geekmeupscotty

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #handmade dice #dice #dice addict #dice goblin #rpg dice #sharp edge dice #sharpedge dice #d20 #dice maker #ore dice #ttrpg #etsy #etsy shop #Shop update

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curiouxs-cas · 5 days

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Dragon who carries their friends around in a throat pouch to keep them safe, kind of like mother crocs and gators do

#v/ore #v.ore #v0re #monster vore #soft vore #safe vore #endosoma #extreme cuddling #dragon vore #🦷 scenarios

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acorncake · 1 year

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I really want to Dragon H4nk be full with a bunch of grunts!

I am very rusty so I apologize if it doesn't look as good

#mawedness combat #mawdness combat #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #v/ore #v.ore #g/t vore #dragon h4nk #acorn answers

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a-sandquist-art · 2 months

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A CRAP load of NPCs for one of my current modern magic DnD campaign PCs: Swan! I'll have to post their actual art once I'm done revamping their own Ref.

Whose Who under the read more!

Haigha - Their mom who is also a nighthag, its a complicated relationship

Grisha Gusev - Their late father, a drow artificer, very gepetto meets wonder emporium, went insane and died before Swan was born

Ruby Rosetta - Their adoptive Mom, bartender and owner of the Drunken Sailor, a pirate themed bar

Bjorn Rosetta - Their adoptive Dad, and bouncer at the Drunken Sailor

Taffetia / Taffy - An aunt figure to them, Taffy taught Swan to be a bard once they were adopted by Ruby and Bjorn, Taffy frequently preforms at the bar

Westley Sniverback - Their talent agent and manager for their Preforming Troupe: The Baroque Arts Collective

Their troupe! In order:

Primrose Golden-Ore (she/her)

Dwelf (dwarf-elf), shes stout and chubby and very bubbly, she is a lead vocalist and has a very operatic approach and voice, closest member to swan as they practice together a lot

Anton Roque (he/him)

air genasi, lean athletic/acrobatic build, typically male lead in both theatrical or dance/ballet type preformance, very confident and a bit egoist but not obnoxiously, he just thinks very highly of himself but still hypes up others too

Harry Fleetfoot (He/Him)

Human, he was raised / adopted by gnomes, kind of anxious and easily flustered but one of their best instrumental preformers, has stage fright when it comes to singing / speaking though

Trip (They/Them)

Goblin, one of two twin goblins, they are the quick change and backstage managers basically, they help with getting sets and props ready, helping the actors change costume and makeup between scenes, things like that, trip is very excitable and manic compared to their twin but they both kind of feed into their respective energy to level out

Tych (She/He/They)

Goblin, the other twin of Trip, she’s more level headed and logical but still rattles off at a million miles per hour, constantly multitasking, Trip is one of the few who can keep up with their pace easily

Feyfrya Bounty (She/Her)

Eladrin, very tall and slender, she’s the main choreographer and director for their preformances, she is very strict and stoic but is fiercly protective of her troupe, the only one she is a bit more specifically harsh with is swan, as she can tell swan is putting on some kind of facade but hasn’t been able to piece it fully together yet

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gt-preys · 9 months

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(Y/N) asking giant dragon hybrid Eddie to store them. They've done it before, but never when they're sade like this. -SmolKuriboh27

Happy vore day!

(Finally getting around to answering my asks ':) Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience xx)

Dragon hybrid Eddie x human (Y/N)

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It's dark out when (Y/N) treks up the mountain. Ignoring the deep claw marks that have been scratched into trees and large boulders alike. Warning signs laid out by a creature much bigger than themself. An ominous black void acts as the entrance into a cave carved from stone. The ceiling towers high above them as they step into the foreboding space.

It's quiet. The only sound besides their footsteps are soft sniffles which feel too loud in the silent atmosphere. He wants to call out, announce his presence but his throat is so tight he can barely get out a strangled whine. He doesn't get a chance to try again as they're suddenly pinned beneath a large clawed hand, he only manages to gasp as the air is forced from his lungs.

Glancing up from the hand, (Y/N) finds himself staring straight up at a set of snarling pearl white teeth. Razor sharp and perfect for ripping into meat. He whimpers under the weight as those teeth part to let out a deep rumbling warning "Eddie!" He chokes out "it's me, it's just (Y/N)!" The snarling halts at their cry and the maw leans back so two large narrowed brown eyes can peer at the human beneath his hand. The creature's face softens and the weight eases up.

"My apologies, sweetheart" he mutters softly, shifting his hand to gently stroke their face with the knuckle of his forefinger. Always so careful with his little one.

His treasure.

"It's been awhile I wasn't expecting you..." it's a subtle prompt. Where were you? Why did you leave? I missed you.

Those big doe eyes tug at his heartstrings. He had stopped his visits with no explanation for the dragon. "I'm sorry, my friend" he starts, leaning into the hybrid's gentle touch "I never meant to leave for so long, things have been...hectic" he sighs.

His human looks so worn, deep bags beneath their eyes and fatigue clear in their gate. *His poor treasure.* "Do you wish to talk about it?" Eddie asks, removing his hand as they sit up. He lays his head on his crossed arms, prepared to hear them out if that is what they want.

(Y/N) takes a moment to simply observe the dragon they had missed so dearly. His curling dark hair and large black horns decorated with many gold chains and other shiny items. A sight to behold and a blessing to be so close. They shake their head, wiping a few tears from their cheeks as their tears finally stop. They're safe from the pressures of the world here.

"Not really" he shifts awkwardly "at least...not yet" he corrects himself. The human chews his lip. Did he really have any right to ask anything of Eddie? He had left with no explanation, no goodbye. "I was hoping...maybe you could hide me away for a bit?" Their words are tentative as they peer up at the dragon. Eddie tilts his head and (Y/N) shifts awkwardly "keep me safe?" This time Eddie's eyes light up at the familiar request.

The phrase had become a sort of code word between the two.

All at once the dragon softens. His little one must be so stressed if they're coming to him for this. "Of course, my prince" Eddie rumbles softly as he presses his nose into their stomach, nuzzling the little human.

Sitting back up, Eddie towers high above them once more. A gentle hand scoops them from the cold stone of the cave floor. He goes slow, taking their lower legs between his lips, lapping at them as he works more of their body into his maw. They taste wonderful as always and as much as Eddie would love to sit and play with them, they're sad right now. They need comfort and he can provide that.

So after giving them a few licks and grunting out his praise, tail sweeping across the floor like some kind of overgrown puppy, he sends them down. A soft swallow drags them down into his throat, he can trace their descent just by the feeling of them working their way past his heart and lungs. He shudders as they spill out into his stomach, warmth radiating from the sensation which seeps out spreading all the way to his fingertips.

Eddie lays back down once more, laying on his side so he can cup a protective hand over his abdomen. "Better?" He asks softly, rubbing at his stomach lightly. "Better. Thank you, Eddie" the small voice from inside replies.

(Y/N) leans back into the organ, snuggling into one of the man folds of Eddie's stomach. "We'll talk later, rest now darling" Eddie smiles. He closes his eyes, ready to rest alongside his treasure. (Y/N) hums in response already on the cusp of sleep "sleep well, my knight."

#stranger things vore #e/ddie m/unson #soft vore #g/t vore #pred #safe vore #v/ore #giant #tw vore #g/t #E/ddie munson vore #dragon hybrid eddie munson #male (Y/N)#prey #prey (Y/N)

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