#with the first being the one slowly warming up to vore thoughts

[that-gt-and-vore-stuffs]

There are some things I find interest in that don’t immediately get vore thoughts.

Then there’s are things which get Vore thoughts within 12 hours of me finding it.

My two new mega interests are one of each. What do I do??

#for those who might be curious #it’s My Fri/endly Nei/ghborh/ood and The Ama/zing Dig/ital Cir/cus #with the first being the one slowly warming up to vore thoughts #and the second being IMMEDIATE vore thoughts #….and boy are they strong #my mind is absolutely going bonkers rn #too many stupid ideas #free me from this hell (my own mind)

[notmyprey]

G/t vore story!! (Idk how many words, but it's quite a few!)

Summary: Braise (giant) is cooking for Sadey (tiny), Sadey gets put on shelf so she wont eat all the food before Braise is done, but that does not stop her from trying to get to it. Sadey falls, and ya, I'll leave it there so the story is not spoiled.

Sadey laid on her stomach as she stared at the food on top of the table, blissfully imagining taking a bite out of one of the many baked goods arranged neatly across the table. From her vantage point, up on a counter just above the food, she was not only able to see the never ending mounds of sweets, but also able to smell the sweet aromas of all the fresh cookies and cakes as well.

Unfortunately, at this height, she was not sure if she would be able to make it down without injury. She couldn't ask Braise, her giant friend, because they were the one who put her here to keep her out of the food in the first place, and this was one of the few places in the house where the accommodation of a ladder was not installed.

Sadey sat back and huffed, practically feeling her stomach yell at her for breaking her one-sided stareing contest with the sweets. Standing up, she wandered around the shelf, searching for anything to help her get down. The search bared nothing, not even something that would break her fall in the slightest. "So much for that," she sighed, flattening herself against the counter beneath her so her could once again gaze down at the food.

A dull noise sounded from the right. Snapping her head up away from the food, she listened as a faint rithmic thumping sound echoed from the kitchen. Braise soon came into view, holding what appeared to be some sort of warm drink in a mug.

"ASSHOLE!" She shouted, quickly getting the giants attention.

Braise chuckled, setting down the drink in their hands on the table below her. Braise searched the counter, and since Sadey was so small, it made it harder for them to see her. "I had to keep you out of the food somehow," their normal talking voice much louder than Sadey's, even compared to her shouting, "and I assume you would not rather me keep you in my pocket?" Their eyebrows raised, as if to challenge her.

"No..." she grumbled in response.

Sadey sadly watched as Braise thumped their way back into the kitchen, wishing they would finish up with whatever they were doing so she could get down and eat.

The smell of warm chocolate had finally reached her, allowing her to identify the new addition to the smorgasbord as a cup of hot coco. Examineing it, the cup was deep, deeper than the ones Braise often used for tea at least. It didn't have any topings, no marshmallows, no whipped cream. "What a monster." She murmered, giggling at her own joke. The only thing she could give her giant friend credit for is that they filled the cup all the way to the top. With a bit of excitement, she realized that the cup is definitely big enough for her to swim in. Perhaps, once let down from her air prison, Braise may let her bask in the warmth of the warm drink.

Now that she thought about it, she was kind of cold. With a small shiver, Sadey's thoughts slowly drifted from food to not being cold. Something wiggled into her brain, a small idea, one that was quite stupid on her part, one that could go horriblely wrong, but one that would solve both her problems at once. If she could land in the cup, it's filled enough for her to swim out of and start her feast.

She scurried up onto her feet, taking a moment to assess her jump. Then, taking a few steps back to give her some momentum, her heart flew from her chest as she pummeled through the air and right into the cup.

In the kitchen, Braise was just now pulling the last piece to the neverending amount of sweets they had made today out of the oven. The smell of a sweet gooey lava cake lingered in the air, making their stomach growl in anticipation. Gently turning the container upside-down onto a plate, they gently shook and lifted until the cake slid perfectly out. Not wanting to linger on the growing pile of dishes, Braise gently, but quickly, tossed the container into the sink, making themselves focus on the masterpiece before them. They knew how excited Sadey had been for this. The thought of seeing their tiny friends' sunshine smile as she mowed down on the numerous number of desserts, all of which wede made by them, made Braise's heart flutter.

Moving towards the dining room, plate in hand, they started to think about how many left overs there would be. Would Braise have to make up for Sadeys' small size by eating this all? They didn't really like desserts as much as Sadey did, but wasteing food was not something they were fond of either.

The table shook, vibrating the cup and chocolate liquid Sadey sat in, as Braise returned from the kitchen. She hunkered lower, hoping that in a moment, they would go back to the kitchen so she could jump out and start her scavenging. But to her surprise, she heard the giant sit down.

Suddenly, and strangely close, her friend spoke. "Mmm, look at all this good food. I'm going to start eating it without you," they sang the last part, obviously trying to get a rise out of her. She felt herself stop breathing. Did they know she hopped down from the counter? She hadn't really thought about it, but if Braise knew she got down, would they no longer let her eat the food? A bit of worry set in at the thought that all of her efforts were going to be wasted, and that in the end, she wasn't even going to be able to eat the food!

Her world shook again, but this time, it wasn't the table moving, but the cup itself. She felt it get raised further and further off the ground until it was at mouth level with Braise. She was brought towards Braises face, Sadey didn't dare speak. Soon, she saw their lips appear at the edge of the cup, it wasnt until now that she realized just how red they were. Slowly, Braises lips parted, and they tilted the cup up, forcing Sadey to slide into their awaiting mouth. It didn't take long for her to be ontop of Braises soft tongue, though that didnt last long either, because not even a few moments after she saw the last bit of light fade from the closing mouth, she was forced into the tight confines of her friends throat. Engulfed by the ever moving muscles around her, she forgot about everything, the food, her worries, she didn't even stop to think about what would be waiting for her at the end of her decent, all she knew was that she was surrounded by a strange comfort, and that she had no intentions of leaving it.

Braise set the chocolate lava cake on the table, and they smiled again at seeing their hard work all laid out in one place.

"Mmm, look at all this good food. I'm going to start eating it without you," they teased. Picking up the drink they had set down earlier, the cup was still warm, making them think that the liquid inside was as well. They pressed the cup up to their lips, feeling the warm drink slip into their mouth, they felt a small marshmallow come along with the drink, smiling at the sweetness that came with the singular marshmallow. Only reveling in the warmth for a moment, they swallowed, sending the drink and marshmallow to their stomach. The coco had a sweet aftertaste, one that they had never noticed before, which almost tasted better than the hot chocolate itself.

"Oh well, none for you!" Braise called to the shelf, hoping that would be enough for their tiney friend to say something in response.

After a few moments of silence, they called out for their friend, increasing in worry. Standing up, they walk over to the shelf, panic setting in, "Sadey?"

The throat was so nice that Sadey almost felt like falling asleep, but, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. The throat started to open up and slowly dispensed her into a larger area. The walls were not as tight as the throat but still tight enough that she could reach out with both arms and touch the sides. There was a liquid that sat on the floor, soaking her already drenched pants. The walls seemed to move, gently kneeding back and forth.

She leaned back, letting herself sink into the walls. They moved around her, almost like they wanted nothing more than to keep her close.

A voice echoed suddenly, making her jump. It seemed to come from all around her, but also so far away. It sounded like her name. She waited to see if it would happen again, but it didn't. Instead, everything started to move up, then forward, finally stopping after a few steps.

"Sadey?" Braises voice was even louder now. They sounded worried. She didn't really want to announce herself, some from the bit of embarrassment that was starting to take hold, and some from her will to stay. But she hated to see her friend panic, and that was worse than any sort of embarrassment.

"Uhm," she started, not quite sure how to explain herself, "I-Im alright?" She instinctively gave a sheepish smile, even though Braise was not able to see it. After a few seconds of them probably trying to figure out where the noise had come from, she felt the area around her tense up, and a small gasp sounded from above her.

Braises eyes darted across the shelf, only an hour ago, they had put Sadey down to keep her safe and out of everything, now, they couldn't find her. They knew she was small, but the shelf was mostly empty, and although it may be harder to see her from far away, they were certain they should be able to spot her from this close.

A strange feeling started in their stomach, the same fluttery feeling they had felt in their heart as they thought of Sadey smiling. A small muffeld noise came from below them, then, though faint, they hear Sadey speak, "I-Im alright?". She sounded uncertain, not as much in the fact that she was ok, but more in the fact of what was happening.

Braises eyes quickly bolted towards the floor, but upon inspection, Sadey was not there. Their brain searched for an answer, where on earth was she?

Looking back towards the table, they searched the food, looking for any movement, their eyes resting on the cup of hot chocolate. A gasp excaped their lips. Braise had never added anything to the hot coco. There were never marshmallows in it. It seemed like their stomach clenched instinctively, like a dog who snached some food it wasn't supposed to, trying to keep the food for itself.

They couldn't help but gag. They plopped down onto the floor, legs folding under them as they started lifing up their shirt to look at themselves. Nothing seemed to be different about them, but the little flutter of movement from within confirmed all they needed to know.

A gaging noise came from above her. Sadey brased herself as she felt Braise swiftly plop down. Their heart was audible now, thudding quickly, much like their feet when they walked on the floor. Braises breathing had started to become shakey. She needed to do something, or poor Braise was going to have themselves a panic attack.

She moved towards what she thought was Braises front and rested her hand on the wall of Braises stomach. It was soft and mushey, but still solid in a way. She pressed a bit and started to rub her hand up and down, not unlike the stomachs own movements.

A small amount of pressure pressed against her hand from the outside. Small sniffled sobs sounded from above her, showing her the shower of emotion her friend was going through.

"Im fine." This time, her words came out clear and calm. With this newfound confidence, she kept talking, "Braise, do you think you can sit back in the chair for me?"

They didn't say anything, but a sad, but agreeing, hum arose from Braises throat. Swaying again, but this time gently, she felt herself raise along with her friend. Again, softer than before, she felt her friend settle into the chair. She still heard the sniffels and small sobs, but they were quiter now, and their breathing and heart have slowed a bit.

Sadey took the opportunity to make herself comfortable again, moving around and squirming until she felt everything was perfect.

"..Sadey?" Braise squeaked.

"Uhm?" Sadey hummed in response.

"What... um... how... are you.. ok?"

"Im fine, I promise," she again started rubbing at the soft, deep red stomach that surrounded her, "do you want to start eating the desserts you made?"

".. they were mostly... for you..."

Sadey did really want to eat the food they cooked now that she thought about it. But she also really liked it here. Maybe she could convince them to eat her again?

"I kinda," she paused, her embarrassment coming back a bit, "do you think, uhm, if you let me out.... Could I come back after?"

Tears started forming in Braises eyes. They couldn't believe that their best friend had managed to find herself in their stomach. Sadey said she was ok, but Braise still felt horrible. There was a swelling need for them to puke, but they didn't want to hurt her. She was small, and out of all the fears they had had, this was never one they had considered nor planned for. They had no plan, and that was probably one of the worst parts.

They felt their heart and lungs speed up, and soon, the tears were no longer silent.

Braise started to feel like they couldn't move. They started to sob as they heard the whispers of their fears. The whispers hissed and spat, Sadey was too good for them, what a horrible friend they are, what normal person eats their friend? But among them was one whisper, more of a feeling, coming from their middle. Looking down, they soon realized that Sadey had started rubbing them from the inside. They placed their hand above where they felt her press against them, both in apology and partly because their friends' touch felt nice.

"Im fine." Sadeys' muffled voice erupted through the whispers. Although it did not silence the venomous words of their fears, it did seem to drown them out enough for Braise to move again.

Sadey instructed Braise to go sit back in the chair they were at before. They tried not to shake Sadey around too much. They eased their way into the chair, using their arms to slow down their decent.

After sitting down, movement started back up in their stomach. Though they tried to ignore it, with every little step, they couldn't help but notice how nice it felt. Their brain was split, on side screaming about how horrible it is that they ate their friend, and another enjoying the feeling that came with it.

After the fluttering died down, the feeling part of their brain faded, once again being taken hold of by the side of their brain that was in a complete panic.

"..Sadey?" Braise squeaked. Their heart was strangely calm, so although their mind was noisy, the rest of them said otherwise.

Once again, Sadey started rubbing their stomach, which made most of the interaction hard to concentrate on.

She said something about them eating dessert, it was for her though, and they think they told her as much. They didn't quite know. At some point, their hand drifted to rest over their stomach, not pressing against it, just resting there. Everything was kinda hazy. But something managed to get their attention quick.

"Do you think, uhm, if you let me out.... Could I come back after?"

Braise did not expect such a strange answer to their question. Come back after? Does she mean that she wants to leave, eat the food they made, and then for them to eat her again? They couldn't help the blush that ran to their cheeks.

"Why?" The question popped out of Braises mouth before they could even catch it. Of course, they didn't mean it in a mean way, just out genuine concern mostly, but that was not any way to ask. "Im sorry, Im just," they cleared their throat, "Uh, I just guess. Im sorry, I dont understand what's happening.... Im... I feel really.... weird... kinda hazey... like... a cloud?"

They felt Sadey start to move again, and their hand instinctively pressed her back down.

"Sorry I... oh god... maybe you should..." They started to stammer, now scared. What if their mind fades again? What if Sadey is trapped forever? How could they get her out without hurting her?

"How about this." Sadey spoke with authority, "You puke me up, I stay out for a bit and eat the food you prepared for me, and then I come back later?"

"But.. I dont.. I dont wanna hurt you..."

"What?"

"You know.... your small and like... I dont know.... what if my throat... you know?"

"You know you swallowed me right?"

"Well yah.."

"I will be fine. Ok?" Her words echoed, etching themself in stone in Braises mind. It served as a quick reminder through the fog, they trust her more than anyone else. They needed to trust her.

"Hang on.." Braise finally breathed.

Maybe this will actually turn out alright.

They heaved.

Maybe eating her again after this is ok.

She started to enter their throat.

It was nice to have her so close.

And now their mouth.

Perhaps she's right.

Grabbing her, Braise lifted Sadey out of their mouth and into the palm of their hand.

They examined her, she was breathing, soaked in a weird mix of stomach acid and hot chocolate, but she was ok. She was smiling at them. She was alive and well, just like she said she would be.

#safe vore #sfw vore #soft vore #sfw g/t #g/t

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone! (WARNING: willing fatal vore, angst, forbidden relationships).

Just a quick thought at night...

What if in G1 there was a girl who would come along with Soundwave.

For example, she helps him from some kind of trouble when he is injured and absolutely lost with no opportunity to comm anyone of his faction - all his comrades and cassettes are far away, so this human girl appears to be the only being in the universe who is able to give him a hand - and this young sweetheart sincerely wants it. So, despite his neutral, or even bad attitude to people in general Soundwave grows truly fond of her while recovering. They spend a lot of time together: talking, walking around the town she lives in, just doing average things, slowly getting to know one another.

And sooner or later, their relationships turn into something more than just an accidental companionship...

However, everything has its end. Soundwave is rescued by other decepticons, and the girl learns what kind transformers her lover belongs to... After she sees what Soundwave's "pals" do to people and her planet, she inevitably finds that her sympathies lie with Autobots. As someone who has already lost his own home, Soundwave understands her feelings; and, actually, the girl doesn't hate him too - the choice of an allie is his personal responsibility and she can't judge the mech, moreover that she doesn't know all the motives of his past decisions. This way, the war draws its black line between the two. They are bound to fight against each other, but, although both of them feel anguish and sorrow, they don't even think to betray their sides, and so, the decepticon and the human keep suffering wordlessly in secret from others...

One day, the lovers participate in battle. One against another, face to face. And, obviously, the human perishes. Wounded and powerless, she is thrown to his feet, waiting for her death to come. The robot towers over her miserable body, huge, heavy and cold like a mountain... There is only one step - and she will become nothing but dust.

But the giant doesn't hurry. Soundwave gently, lovingly picks her up from the ground like he has always done, trying not to cause even more damage to her vulnerable body than he has already did. And the 'con... Reveals his face for the first time after the war started. With an only intension.

To swallow. Her. Whole.

The girl doesn't protest. She just shivers and sobs faintly as her beaten body is cautiously laid on the long slimy glossa and pushed at the back of her lover's mouth. She doesn't even try to struggle as she slides down his slick warm throat and esophagus, being tugged deeper and deeper into his core by powerful, yet careful gulps. She slips in the fueltank, but she doesn't bang its tender walls or beg for release, or dig her nails in the squishy, velvet metal pulsating around.

She simply cries, remembering every beautiful moment shared with the indigo mech she loves so desperately - despite the thing he has just done to her. It is his guty - and that shall be respected.

The girls is sure digestion will start soon and she curls into a tight ball, shaking in horror and focusing on the last comforting moments of her lover's flesh hugging her compassionately. Although, even this she considers as an illusion created by her upset mind to weaken the inner agony a bit; stomachs exist to break down food, and it won't take long to tear her apart and process what's left. She can't hope Soundwave will be merciful with her right now. The law is the law: decepticons don't keep prisoners alive for long.

However, time goes - and nothing happens. Well, almost nothing. There is a slight blue light on the edge of the fueltank. It grows stronger and brighter with each second, filling the place with mesmerising, mysterious glow. And finally, it turns into a human figure with a face which is confusingly similar to the faceplate of the fueltank's owner. The man gets up and approaches the girl who is still lost in her thoughts, hiding her wet face in tiny, bleeding palms. In order to that, she is quite surprised as the hologram sits down beside her, takes her head in their hands, puts it on their knees and starts affectionately stroking it, softly brushing her thick, silky hair with one hand and holding her trembling fingers in another. Soundwave looks down at her with calm, kind expression, embracing his little human girl - the one his spark has chosen to be forever loyal to.

She wipes dirt, saliva and blood from her rosy cheeks and smiles, leaning to the ghostly light touch. She knows he won't let her out - there is no reason for her to return back to Autobots: she won't be as devoted to them as she once was anyways due to her unlucky, forbidden love. And she can't become a Deception either. So, sad fate is inevitable. Meanwhile, she sees that Soundwave loves her too no matter what. That he is with her - whatever Megatron and other decepticons do or say.

The girl finally feels ticklish sensation on her feet and discovers they have already started melting away. There is no burning or aching though; she recognises only relief and peace spreading around her exhausted, sore limbs and torso. Poor girl completely gives in to the natural process of Soundwave's body, no complaints or regrets inside her tired brain. She will be consumed by his systems till the very last drop. Her cells will collide with his cells, her love - with his love; she will go through all of him, swimming freely in his veins and accurately collecting every small detail about her darling - just for herself. She will disappear as an independent person, but remain alive in the layers of "breathing" metal he is made of.

He won't ever forget her.

Nothing will be able to divide them ever again.

#transformers vore #transvoremers #soft vore #willing pred #willing prey #fatal vore #painless digestion #digestion mention #willing fatal vore #angst #hurt/comfort #g/t vore #g1 vore #Soundwave vore

[colossal-red]

Frozen in place

Ayup, this is my gift for the Mcyt g/t Secret Santa event of 2022! :D After a bit of writing, I have finally finished my first prompt for this Event for @rasaywhat :D

Oh almost forgot to @mcyt-gt-events as well don't want to forget those guys- XD

Tw: Fear, soft vore, safe vore, H/C. WC: 1,456

Philza was flying over the snowy forest. There had to be something out here… he needed to feed his kids with something, anything at this point. “C’mon… show yourselves mates…” He muttered, before descending to a small lake nearby. God, he was tired… he reached a talon down, and tentatively scratched at the ice, before making a decently-sized hole to drink out of. He used his hands to scoop up some of the freezing cold water and drank it slowly, feeling it slide down his gullet. He eagerly drank some more, before leaning down with a cantina and getting some for his kids at the nest. He was quick to fill it up, the water already starting to freeze up, he even accidentally dipped part of his right-wing as he hurried… and that was his most fatal error. As he tried to pull up, his wing didn’t move. His eyes widened. “Fuck, no no no!” He kept pulling, but it was too late, the water was already too frozen over… somehow even more so as it hungrily froze over his wing. Fuck that was so cold! He pulled, and pulled, making a few panicked chirps, until he fell over, and couldn’t get up. “Shit! Help! Is there anyone out here?” He called, what would Wil and Tom do when he didn’t return?

He made another shout, before flopping over some more. His mind thought through all the possibilities… what to do, what to do…? Then, he heard something… something that gave him shivers, not of cold, but of fear. Footsteps… massive ones. They came from just behind him, where he couldn’t see. “A- Who’s there!?” He asked, hoping that it wasn’t a giant. “Heh-?” Sounded a deep and monotone voice from far above… That wasn’t a good sign. “Oh no…” He kept still, and quiet, though he knew it probably wouldn’t help. He heard a noise of something, presumably the giant shifting down on a knee. “Oh… you’re stuck aren’t you-? Wings frozen.” He said, emotion difficult to detect. “Um… Fuck just eat me already.” Phil said, resigned as he stayed still, just waiting for what was to come. But the Giant didn’t speak. “I’m not gonna do that.” He said simply, the voice getting closer, as a strange rubbing motion was heard. Phil let out a brief laugh, before replying: “Bullshit…” “I’m really not Old Man.” Phil sighed, he was NOT old, despite what Wil and Tom had said several times, then, a VERY warm thing came right next to his wing.

He turned his head toward it and saw a massive, kinda pinkish but dark, hand touch the ice on and around his wing. Oh Shit. Must be… a giant piglin maybe? He thought as he turned his head away, not wanting to see it. But then… he felt something, different. His wing, it became loose! The ice was melting at the warm hand, and eventually, he was able to pull the appendage completely free, and backed away, turning around to face the giant before being picked up, warm fingers wrapping around his small frame. “Ah! L-Let me go please!” He struggled against it, before being brought to a warm chest. “Gah…” Admittedly, the warmth was really nice after being cold for so long… he hadn’t slept a good night's sleep for a while now… “I’m… not the best with comfort man, just, try to sleep or something-” Phil mumbled something in agreement as the giant piglin’s footsteps rocked him to sleep…

Perspective swap…

Techno watched the bird… holding him in his hands probably wasn’t the best idea, especially with that injured wing, one wrong move could make it even worse. He thought for a moment, mulling over his options as he trekked back home. If he tied it up in a sort of sling, to keep it in place in case it was broken-(He didn’t dare inspect it too closely, lest he causes more damage.)-He could safely swallow the bird down to his storage stomach. After a bit more contemplation, he carefully tied the wings close to the bird, trying not to cause too much pain, he was very relieved when the wing was in fact, not broken but instead just very cold and injured from its dip in the water. Afterward, he gently set the bird into his mouth, and swallowed them down to his storage with relative ease… that should provide both more warmth, and make the trip faster as he moved at a quickened pace… to 'The Blood God’s' humble abode.

One hour later…

Technoblade entered his cabin that he’d made himself, holding the Bird Man as carefully as possible,(He’d regurgitated them as soon as the house was visible.) before setting him on a counter. “Ok, now what…? “ He questioned, before grabbing a few breadcrumbs and leaving them on a plate next to the Avian. “Guess I just… wait for you to wake up huh-?” He’d eventually sit down in a chair in the nearby ‘living room’ and read a book, flipping through the pages…patiently waiting for his ward to awaken… he did a few things around the home, making sure that everything would be nice and safe for the human-sized creature to live in, his house may not be the most well-put-together thing in the world… but at least it was something that worked. Honestly the fact that he could fit a functional fireplace and ‘kitchen’ inside was astounding. After about two more hours of vibing in the house, absentmindedly reading old tales transcribed from human books to giant form ages and ages ago, the bird made a little groan. Techno’s eyes widened ever so slightly. Okay, this shouldn’t be that hard. “Er, hey-” He said, causing the Avian male to snap his head over to the voice and back away slightly. “It’s okay little guy, I’m uh, not gonna hurt you-” He said awkwardly, keeping a comfortable distance from him. The small bird stopped backing up but was still very clearly nervous. 

“S-So… you’re not going to e-eat or kill me mate-?” He asked the impossibly massive giant, still trying to keep a distance as he tested his injured wing. “No, of course not… that’s an old myth man-” The Piglin Giant responded in a deep voice, though it was kept quiet enough to not hurt the poor bird’s ears. The two stood in brief awkward silence before the Piglin broke it. “Sooooo… what’s your name-?” “Phil… Philza’s my name.” He replies, seeming slightly less nervous with the rather ordinary conversation. “So um… how about you mate-? What’s your name?” Phil asked, working up the courage to walk forward a little bit, getting a tiny bit closer to the giant as more and more trust was built. “My name is Techno, Technoblade for full.” He spoke monotony, but with a smile. They talked for a little bit more, discussing typical topics such as literature and their lives. “...and that’s why my favorite book is the Princess Bride.” Techno finished, he’d been monologuing about the books in his little ‘library’ like The Art of War and The Princess Bride. “Yeah, seems like a cool book mate.” He said with a smile, before remembering… “Um, how long do you think my wing will take to heal-? I um, have some Children at my nest and I need to make sure they’re safe-” Phil asked the piglin giant, looking out a nearby window, hoping that they were alright without him.

“Hmm… it shouldn’t take too long for it to heal, I’d say three days tops? You’re lucky you didn’t break it-” He said dryly, though maybe it was also slightly jokingly-? “I could go check on them if you liked.” He said suddenly. “Um, not sure if that’d be the best idea Techno Mate-” Phil replied nervously, fidgeting with his coat as he said this. “Why not?” Techno asked rather bluntly. “Well… you know, scared of Giants-” He said with a nervous smile. “Ah… I get it, see me and it just causes fear-” A dry laugh comes from him as he says this. “Eheh yeah-” “I should still probably check on them though…” The Piglin Giant said after a moment, looking to the door. “Err… yeah you’re probably right mate.” Techno nodded and asked for an approximate location which Phil provided reluctantly. “Ok, think I’ve got it… you’re sure you’ll be okay alone?” He already had a hand on the doorknob. “Y-Yeah mate… I’ll be oki.” He lay on a small pillow that the Piglin had made himself a little while ago, and waved goodbye as he left. Phil sighed, hoping that Wil and Tommy would be alright for just a bit longer as he let his wing heal…

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And there we go, my Mcyt g/t Secret Santa of 2022 prompt has been finished :D I do apologize for ending it on a tad bit of a cliffhanger, but hopefully with luck I'll get to a part two, probably, maybe, probably not- cough cough I know it's been a while since I last released a fic but, at least it's something @w@ Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed the fic :)

#tiny!philza #tiny!phil #giant!techno #implied tiny!tommy #implied tiny!wilbur #mcyt g/t #mcyt g/t vore #mcyt g/t community #mcyt gt events #mcyt g/t events #mcyt g/t events 2022 #vore tw #safe vore

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 15 - Beauty

Length: 2000 words Vore type: F/M oral vore, reluctant prey Fandom: Pokemon Other info: Seviper pred, human prey, sexual content, slight exhibitionism? Summary: Beauty Jessica takes her friend to a sauna and convinces him to get eaten with her. It ends awkwardly.

A pair of friends sat at a table at Kecleon Kafe, one with a warm bowl of soup, and the other slowly making her way through a sandwich.

"So is it difficult to train Pokemon?" Dylan asked, trying and failing to scoop up some more noodles. "I mean, you've gotta spend so much time looking that pretty, and on top of that… well, I can't imagine battles are exactly clean endeavors."

Jessica gestured impatiently for herself as she finished her bite. "Ahem. Well, I'm not exactly looking to challenge the League or anything, so it's more of a leisure activity than a real time sink. Besides, it's my girls who get dirty in a fight - not that Leona or Sevy ever mind a spa trip."

Dylan raised his eybrows. "Really? I understand Leona, since Kecleons are… kinda the mascot of this area, but I'd think spas wouldn't take too kindly to snakes, especially Poison-types."

A mischeivous giggle escaped the young Beauty. "Mm, I thought so too, at first, so… her first few visits were not exactly disclosed to the staff. I only worked up the courage to ask about Sevipers on my fourth or fifth trip." She glanced at her phone. "Speaking of, I should head over there if I want to sneak in a spa day today. Care to join me?"

"By which you mean, care to pay for it?" Dylan deadpanned, but with a friendly smile.

"Am I so transparent?"

"You'd give Leona a run for her money."

"Please? I wanted to pick up a new bottle of scale oil for the girls, but that plus a trip to the sauna is a bit more than I'm carrying." Jessica carefully dabbed her mouth with a napkin, then leaned in on her elbows. "Besides, it's not like you don't get something out of it."

Dylan drank down the last of his soup. "Fine, fine. But hey, as your friend, don't get in the habit of letting guys give you money to see you naked, okay?"

Jessica feigned outrage, "hey, what kind of girl do you think I am?"

"A broke bitch, clearly." Dylan dodged the thrown straw wrapper, gathered his garbage, and stood up. "So, to the spa?"

"To the spa," Jessica concurred.

One short walk and a pair of spa admissions later, Dylan found himself locking his clothes in a locker. With a towel around his waist, he quickly made his way to a small sauna room. Inside, Jessica and her Pokemon already sat - herself on the bench in a towel, her Kecleon laying across her lap, and her Seviper surprisingly un-zigzagged across the floor. On his arrival, the Ninetales resting next to the stone and water buckets stood and made a sound of alarm. Jessica jolted back to focus and looked at him.

"Oh, we arrived together. He's fine." At her words, the Ninetales gave Dylan a cautionary look, but laid back down on the floor. "Thanks though, Ninetales."

Jessica beckoned her friend over, and he sat next to her, being careful to step over Sevy's bladed tail. With his hands folded conspicuously in his lap, he did his best to relax next to her. This lasted all of ten seconds before the Beauty nudged him and wiggled a bottle of oil. "Wanna help me put it on them?"

"I'm trying to relax," Dylan groaned.

"And I'm trying to help!" At his incredulous look, she explained, "the steady, repetitive motions are very calming - especially with Sevy - their scales feel nice to rub, and…" she looked pointedly at his crotch, "it'll take your mind off of things for a little. Plus, I bet Sevy will give you a massage if you give her one."

Dylan looked at the Seviper, who smiled back at him. "Being a snake, I think she'll give me one regardless," he said. Sevy nodded, and Dylan smirked at his friend. "Sorry, Jess, they're your Pokemon to take care of."

"Can't blame me for trying." She shrugged and tapped her Kecleon on the back. "Leona, you're up. I'll probably oil up Sevy while she's doing her thing to you."

Leona carefully climbed off of Jessica's lap and stood expectantly before her Trainer. The woman in question unwrapped her towel from around herself, folded it on the bench, and, bare, crouched in front of the Kecleon with the scale oil. Dylan flushed red, and not just from the heat. His friend had quite the body, after all, and he was certainly not immune. The three Pokemon all seeming to stare at him didn't help his nerves any, either, though at least Jessica was focused on Leona.

After a long minute, a minor salvation came in the form of Sevy slithering off the floor and across his lap. The snake may have known exactly how hard his dick was pressing against his towel - and now against her scaly body - but it showed less than the poor showing his hands had made. Sevy made eye contact with him again and nodded; Dylan silently rubbed her crest and back in thanks.

Jessica was just finishing up with Leona, kneeling on the far side of the Kecleon but, thanks to the Pokemon's camouflaging ability, still giving her friend a clear view of her chest, bush, and everywhere inbetween, when Sevy spoke up, "Vipa vi." Jessica capped the bottle of oil and rubbed off the last bits from her hands onto Leona's horns, then walked over to them.

"I think she wants to give you that massage. You ready?"

"I kinda like her here…" Dylan muttered, "but sure. What do I do, lay on the floor or something?"

Sevy slithered off of his lap and up to her Trainer, bumping her snout into her in pursuit of rubs and other affection. Jessica idly ran her hands over the Seviper's head as she said, "nah, just take the towel off, then put your feet in her mouth."

Dylan had half-undone his towel when the rest of her words sunk in. "I… think I misheard you."

Jessica shrugged. "I mean, she could start at your head instead, but I find it much more relaxing to keep your head out as long as possible."

The blood previously rushing to Dylan's head promptly reversed course as he paled in fear. "You're joking, right?"

"No, I've done it plenty of times - just before a shower, of course; can't go out smelling like snake drool - and she's gotten really good at making it feel nice." Jessica put her hand to her chin in thought, then grinned. "I know! I'll go with you! Sevy, think you can take us both?"

Sevy looked between her Trainer and her Trainer's friend, then nodded with a confident, "Sevaaa!"

Jessica took a seat next to him

"That will do the opposite of keeping me calm."

"So you don't want to?"

Dylan drummed his hands against the bench, faster and faster, until, with a frustrated exhale, he stood up, took his own towel off, and sat carefully on the offered lap. With his erection on plain display, he did his absolute best not to think too hard about how soft Jessica's bare body was, how he could feel her breasts squish against his back, how every breath and every heartbeat was-

Dylan grimaced. This wasn't working. "Jess, I don't think this is going to-"

Sevy interrupted his train of thought by wrapping her jaws around his and Jessica's feet. Once again, a cold fear gripped his mind, one he, for once, appreciated… to an extent. The snake's squishy throat muscles quickly slid up his shins, pressing his legs against squishy flesh on one side and the much firmer legs of his friend on the other. As she rounded their knees, his heart hammered against his ribcage - even though Jessica had said it was safe, there was something about watching and feeling a giant snake devour him without a problem that he couldn't shake.

To make matters worse, he was still distressingly hard. As Sevy's snout crept closer to his crotch, it got even more difficult to ignore, not to mention the smug look she gave him. He could swear she paused between swallows when his dick rested against her scales for longer than usual, and it brought back the memory of the Seviper laying on him. After a few false starts, he managed to stammer out, "uh, Jess… is it possible that Sevy has a crush on me?"

"Hmm? Y- wait." Hearing her voice brought the rest of her back to his focus, for good or bad. She was breathing much slower than he, so he was, as he knew, overthinking things, but that didn't mean he took her head on his shoulder, looking down at her Seviper - and therefore, his dick that the snake was balancing on her snout - any better. Jessica sighed, and Dylan did his best to think about how they were both being eaten, rather than how they were spooning naked. "Sevy, are you teasing this poor man? Stop it, that's my job."

"Wait, what's that supposed to-" Any further words or thoughts were immediately cut off when Jessica wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him harder against her. In one quick go, Sevy opened her jaws wide and swallowed hard, pulling his hips from the hot, humid sauna, to the hotter, wetter, and soft embrace of her throat. Dylan gasped and bit his tongue to keep quiet as, thrashing in the grip of both snake and Beauty, he came, shooting his seed between Sevy's throat walls and his own belly.

When he finally came down from the high, panting hard, he realized the Seviper's jaws had climbed his chest. Shame burned at him, not just for Jessica's sake, but also because the Ninetales was giving him A Look. "S-sorry…" he mumbled, lacking the energy for much else. A wave of pressure rolled down his body, and Sevy's fangs rested to either side of his neck. She opened a bit wider and nudged Dylan's chin down with her upper jaw.

"Not your fault," replied Jessica, though her earlier energy was greatly reduced, "if anything, we could blame Sevy for teasing you."

From beside them, an invisible Leona chimed in with a "Kehhhhhh." Jessica grumbled. "…yes, fine, and me. I shouldn't have pushed you to try this." One final swallow, and Sevy's jaws closed over them, replacing the warm light of the sauna with utter darkness, the hiss of steam with the squish of wet flesh and the occasional gurgle.

"Mmrph," Dylan said, before turning his head to not speak directly into Seviper throat. "And how you pushed me certainly didn't help."

The gravity around them shifted - presumably, Sevy was stretching out again on the floor. Dylan and Jessica eventually settled on their sides. "I… yeah, sorry. I thought you would have enjoyed it."

"I did! Too much, as I'm sure you realized!" He let out a frustrated sigh. "And after all that help Sevy was with hiding my boner at first…"

The snake around them began to twist and undulate, pressing in in rhythmic squeezes. "I suppose I should be glad my Pokemon isn't better than me at flirting," Jessica mumbled.

"That was supposed to be flirting?!"

"Case in point." Behind him, Dylan felt Jessica's chest swell and contract with a sigh. "Would you rather be back outside?"

Dylan was silent for a while, taking in the sounds of Sevy's stomach groaning around them, the squishing of wet flesh against wet flesh, and the shifting heat and pressure from the snake around him and the woman behind him. "…no, this is… nice. Let's just… enjoy this for now, and talk after."

Jessica nodded, and the two of them relaxed in the sauna-within-a-sauna, each trying to get their emotions and thoughts in order, or at least away for awhile.

#pokemon #vorefic #voretober #v/ore #v.ore #seviper #human #human prey #pokemon pred #snake pred #willing prey

[quotemenevervore]

Part 5!! I promise I’m working on one shots not fiancé centric lol

Content Warnings: soft, safe, g/t vore. Panic, character having a brief panic attack.

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When they had first begun to do this, Karl hadn’t really seen the appeal of it other than the fact that it made his two fiancés happy and stopped their instincts from overtaking them (he still shudders thinking about the night Quackity lost control. It hadn’t been vicious or violent, but it was terrifying in its own way). He wouldn’t go out of his way to do it other than to mess with the other shrunken person, or if he could tell they needed it.

It didn’t take long for him to change his mind. Two instances, in fact.

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Sapnap was out participating in a manhunt with the others, leaving Quackity and Karl to themselves at home. It wasn’t unusual, and both already had a system in place with that. They were cooking dinner together, Quackity at the stove and Karl to the side helping add and cut ingredients. Both helped keep up on dishes as long as the food didn’t need constant supervision.

Unfortunately, it was a day where anxiety hid around the corner, and Karl hadn’t even realized how much stress he’d built up over the past few weeks until he’d accidentally messed up, handing Quackity the wrong seasoning for the dish. The blackette looked at the spice jar, then at him with a confused and amused look on his face. “Did you get enough sleep last night, Karlos? I asked for the cayenne pepper.”

He.. did ask for cayenne pepper, didn’t he? He’d only heard pepper. God, why couldn’t he do even this right? Why did everything he was involved with go wrong? Is this why he can’t save them? The thoughts only grew worse as his world became blurred, and all the sounds surrounding him became muffled like he was underwater. Something in him told him he needed to hide, hide from whatever wrath he was about to receive from whatever he’d done wrong this time.

By the time the panic mostly passed, he found himself curled up in bed, the blanket covering him completely. He was alone, he knew he was because he could faintly hear Quackity speaking to someone. Who was he talking to? He wanted to get up, but…

Wait. He could, why did he think he couldn’t? Slowly, he sat up and pulled the cover down from over his head. He could only sit there, eyes glued to the covers over his legs, trying to figure out why his thinking was completely off. Normally he wouldn’t hide. He wouldn’t opt for a dark, and what he’d consider a warm place. The heat was on in their room constantly because Quackity was cold-blooded and Sapnap desired the warmth.

Usually, he wouldn’t think that he couldn’t move. What brought this on?

A small knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, but he welcomed it. He was still very confused and it was only making his head hurt worse. “Come in.” The door opened, and gently closed, and footsteps padded over to the bed before arms wrapped around him from the side. He turned into the hug, gripping the back of the avian’s shirt tightly. “It’s okay, mi cariño. I’m sorry for upsetting you.” “You didn’t do anything wrong, Q. I don’t know what happened.” He mumbled into the other’s shoulder. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

At that, Karl paused. Like speedrunning a puzzle, the pieces suddenly clicked into place. He was thinking about being stored, that’s why he thought he couldn’t move and why he wanted to be somewhere dark and warm! “There’s one thing, but you don’t have to do it.” “You say that like I’m gonna refuse when I’m the one who offered to help. What is it?” Karl opened his mouth to respond, but the words died in his throat. He didn’t want to make the other uncomfortable, he’d be fine, he could-

His gaze had unconsciously went to where Quackity’s crop resided, and he hadn’t even realized his face contorted into one of longing either. But his fiancé had gotten pretty observant since even before the three of them got together, and he also connected the pieces quickly. “Karl, do you want me to store you?” “You don’t have to!” He jerked back, fidgeting with his hands nervously. “It’s fine, I just need to calm down a bit and-“ “Hey.” A hand came to cup his cheek, making him look at the other. “If you want that, that’s fine. I can make dinner myself. I just want you to be okay.” He couldn’t see a trace of deception in the Mexican’s face, which made his shoulders finally drop. “If you don’t mind.” His answer was a smile, and he was left on the bed to watch the other gather an old, cozy outfit and a shrinking potion.

When he returned, Karl changed quickly so he could drink the potion faster. He tried to chug it, grimacing at the taste that lingered. Quackity hovered nearby, ready to catch him when he shrunk, and as that familiar dizzying feeling came over him he closed his eyes.

Opening them once the feeling dissipated, he was met with the avian’s giant face looming over him, a look of awe and worry twisting his features strangely. He gave him a thumbs up, patting the palm under him afterwards. A smile graced the giant’s features at the motion, and he brought the shrunken man forward to kiss the side of his head, making him laugh as he tried to push him away. “Stop, you’re gonna soak my hair.” “Your hairs gonna get soaked either way.” But the blackette obliged regardless, moving to kiss the other’s face instead.

When he pulled away, it was Karl’s turn to look at the other in awe, face flushed at the affection. No matter how many times he’d done this, he still wasn’t used to how big the other two were to him. He got so used to being the tallest of the three that fitting in the palm of their hand still felt jarring every time. He could see things at a level he couldn’t at his normal size, like every detail of his fiancés irises, and freckles that he hadn’t even realized were there. Or how far the skin of his jagged scar sunk into his face, something he’d only notice normally if he ran his hand across it (which he wouldn’t. He knows how much it still bothers Quackity). Or the split in his lip from the scar, the top of the gold fang he had catching the light.

All of these were marveling to him, and he just couldn’t help but stare.

“Still with me?” The avian whispered, unwilling to injure his ears. So many times he’s done this with him and Sapnap and every time he is still as cautious as the first aware time. “Yea. Just looking.” “At?” “You.” He got a scoff as an answer, and it made him double down. “There’s so much about you that I didn’t even know I couldn’t see until I get this small. It’s amazing. You’re amazing.” “You’re sappy.” “And you don’t like yourself enough.”

At that, the blackette chose to end the conversation by licking the other in his chest, holding back laughter at his offended yell. He pulled back just enough so he could ask. “Are you still wanting to go through with this?” “Yeah. Go for it.” A timid smile appeared on Karl’s face upon being asked. It was moments like these, when Quackity dropped his normal goofy bit and showed them how much he cared about them, that the smaller was happy he’d gotten the chance to know the avian. Knowing he’d never try something that would make him uncomfortable unless necessary made it so easy to relax, even when he was gently placed into the other’s mouth.

The movement around him was nothing short of gentle as he was moved around, only being covered in enough saliva to safely make it down. Since both of his preds learned about his dislike of it, they never covered him in more than necessary, even though he knows they enjoy messing around with the other.

He was sent down fairly quickly, stifling a gasp when he slid back. Unlike with Sapnap, Quackity never tried pushing either of them back with only his tongue except for the first time he’d done it. He always just tilted his head back instead, which made it slower for Karl and kept him from slightly freaking out like when he was suddenly lurched back. Not that the other was mean about it, it just happened faster with the fireborn and he wasn’t always ready for it.

Another thing that was unlike Sapnap was that Quackity couldn’t purr, only giving soft trills as he descended, staying limp to make it easier on the larger. As he spilled into his crop, the space around him immediately became smaller as the blackette rested a hand over him. “You okay?” “Yeah. I’m okay,” and he was. Nothing could get to him in here. They’d have to go through Quackity, who was still making small happy chirps as his hand vanished and making his surroundings sway as the other went back downstairs to finish supper.

The gentle swaying, the happy noises his fiancé kept making, his heartbeat almost drowning out any other sound, along with the darkness and the heat of the soft flesh around him lulled him to sleep quickly, giving a pat to the walls around him as he settled in more. “Love you, Q.” “Love you too, Karl. Get some rest, I’ll let you out when dinner’s ready.” And rest he did.

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Karl barely resisted the urge to rip the book and quill in half, trying to seethe quietly. He was trying to write what happened on the last adventure he had to endure, but his memory had already begun to erase the journey, and he couldn’t remember the name of the person he attempted to save (and failed. He couldn’t think about that, he couldn’t go into a panic attack again).

He puzzled and puzzled over it, but every time a different name popped up, ones that did not at all match the character. It took only twenty minutes for him to get so frustrated he could no longer think. The sound of a loud slam made him jump, and he quickly scanned his surroundings. Nobody was there, and not a single thing was out of place. Nothing, except for the book and quill he just attempted to break their window with. Rapid footsteps filled his ears, and a split second later Sapnap threw the door open.

Quackity was in Las Nevadas, dealing with a renovation project that had quickly gone south when he tried to leave the first time. He promised them he’d be home for dinner, but the hours were ticking by and they hadn’t heard anything. Though, this wasn’t new. At least he and Sapnap helped George run Kinoko Kingdom, but Quackity ran his country alone. He had colleagues that he’d allow to give him advice, but there was never a right hand man that he spoke of other than someone he’d call a friend.

“Are you okay?” “No,” Karl let his head fall to the desk with a loud thud, sending stars across his vision from the pain. He couldn’t find it in him to care at this point, but the fireborn definitely did. A moment later and something was put beside him. He lifted his head, wincing at the throbbing that robbed his thoughts for a moment, and found some expendable clothing, with a bottle with shimmering turquoise liquid sloshing within on top. “Sap-“ “You’re so stressed out you’re hurting yourself. You need to take a break and I know you well enough to know you’ll ignore me if I don’t force you to.” He frowned, knowing that the blackette was right, shoving away from the desk and grabbing the clothes. He didn’t bother going to a different room to change, throwing his multicolored hoodie at the other’s face while he pulled the worn old tee-shirt over his head. Sapnap folded the hoodie up and set it on the bed, sitting beside it while Karl snatched up the potion, tossing his previous pair of pants in the laundry as he also went to the bed. “I can’t stand you sometimes, you know that?” “You love me.” “I do. But you’re an asshole.” “And you and Q overwork yourselves. It’s time y’all learned to take a damn break.” Without a retort to that statement, he threw the potion back like a shot, trying not to focus too much on the overly earthy yet burnt flavor it had. Him and Quackity both have gagged drinking it before, but Sapnap never had a problem with it.

It did not take long to take effect, the fireborn already having a hand on the small of his back to catch him when he shrank. It was never a pleasant experience, and he shut his eyes tightly when he felt the sudden vertigo threaten to turn his stomach out. The hand behind him suddenly became a large, living platform, and he knew the effect was over when a gentle kiss was placed to his abdomen. He hooked his arms over the top of Sapnap’s nose, pulling himself up enough to press a kiss between his eyes, pulling back to giggle at the cross-eyed look he got in response.

He let himself be sat back down as the larger took his legs into his mouth, careful with his fangs as always.

A thought suddenly sprang to Karl’s mind, and he couldn’t stop himself from blurting it out. “What do I taste like?” His face turned pink, expecting to be laughed at. He grew surprised when a thoughtful hum answered him instead. “Sweet.” His legs were jostled by his tongue as he answered, and his face only turned darker. “Really?” “Mhm.” “Huh.” He hadn’t really expected that, though he usually wouldn’t think about what he tasted like either. Definitely not a normal person thought, but then again normal people weren’t engaged to a duck hybrid and a netherborn hybrid who both constantly ate them either. The hybrid’s tongue slipped out of his mouth to scoop the smaller up, and he patted at his top lip before he was pulled all the way in.

He could admit, the heat was one of the best parts about this; Despite being the only one who didn’t have a temperature specific problem, he definitely favored being warm, and it was all too easy to relax into his fiancé’s warmth and allow him to do whatever. Which entailed a bit of licking, but not nearly as much as he’d seen him do with Quackity. He was grateful for it, especially when he was lurched back not soon after being drawn all the way in. He was tugged down with two gentle swallows, feeling his body fall even limper than before as he was forced down to the other’s storage.

He hadn’t even made it that far before a purr began rumbling his surroundings, only being beat by the fireborn’s heart thumping steadily as he was pulled past it. Once he’d past it, it did not take long at all before he slipped into the hollow organ. He hadn’t tumbled in, like he does sometimes with both of his fiancés, and he decided that Sapnap’s had to have laid down. That wasn’t too bad of an idea, was it? Having a nap. Not like he could do much else in here. Curling up against the stomach walls, he let himself start to drift off.

“Thanks, Sapnap.” “Mhm.” His eyes fell closed, not changing a single thing of what he could see, and he allowed his brain to shut off for a while.

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When he woke up, it was to their bedroom ceiling lit by moonlight, feeling just as warm as he had when he was stored. As his mind woke up more, he registered Quackity curled into his left side, and Sapnap’s face buried in the crook of his neck. The rest of their limbs were scattered, but both had at least one arm wrapped around his chest. He looked down at both of them the best he could with a smile.

He’d gotten so lucky to have these two as his fiancés, knowing how much they cared about him and how much he cared about them in return. His anxiety had gotten worse, of course, but these past few years with them have been the happiest he’d ever been. He couldn’t think of trading it for anything.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #safe vore #soft vore #mcyt gt #g/t vore #shrunken manhunt #panic attack tw

[thegiantworld]

Kane's Element - Chapter 5

(WARNING for soft vore, vore mentions, rough handling, spitting up, etc)

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Kane groaned, annoyed as sunlight crept into his den, waking the giant Naga up from deep sleep. The storm was visably over from his view. He yawned and sat up slowly, running a hand through his long black and dark grey hair. But he paused and perked up as he felt Aliyah shift and snuggle back into her surroundings. Smiling a little, he put a hand over where she was and sighed contently.

Even though his instincts were against it, he had to keep his promise. Kane forced himself to focus on her body, before he gently managed to spit her out into his hand. Surprisngly, Aliyah stayed asleep even during this action, her whining a little in her sleep as the morning air hit her soaked clothes.

Kane seemed to notice and gently put her down on the furs before shrunking himself back down to his true form. Yes, he was still almost 3 feet taller, but at least he didn't have to be as careful with her in this state. But he still was gentle in his actions, pulling a longer piece from the fur pile and put it over her to keep the teen warm.

Looking down at her, he couldn't help but think. It felt nice that she trusted him with her at the very end... It also was obvious that last night was the first time she's slept good in awhile. He could tell how exhausted she really was, even if she had so much energy projected earlier.

An hour later, Aliyah slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times as the den surroundings focused into view. She was confused for a second at this but then remembered what Kane had promised last night. He must've let her out when he woke up. But sitting up and looking around, her giant acquaintance was no where to be found.

Aliyah yawned once again, stretching out her back as she stood up slowly. She felt refreshed surprisingly. Like she hadn't slept that good in years.

Looking around though, she was quickly snapped out of it by hearing shuffling coming towards her from the den enterance behind her, causing her to quickly turn around.

"Finally, you're awake." Kane smiled so slightly that it would have gone unnoticed if Aliyah had not been paying attention. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked up at the tall being.

"Y-Yeah.. Sorry for sleeping so long." She apologized as the teenager took the 2 oranges he handed her. He shook his head and started sorting the fruit that had gotten the other night with the fruit he just came back with.

"Don't apologize. You needed all the rest you could get." Kane told her, looking back down at her once he finished sorting. He saw her sitting on the other side of the den, carefully tearing the peel from one of her oranges. She seemed too lost in thought to even notice he had been looking at her.

"Something on your mind?" Kane asked, sounding slightly curious and on the other hand, slightly caring. While he spoke, Aliyah watched him lay down on his stomach, sighing in relief as his body made contact with the cold stone floor.

"I just wanted to say thank you for last night... For helping me, I mean. I honestly haven't slept that good in a long time.." She quietly admitted, taking a small bite of her now peeled orange. Kane heard and sat up, shifting to sit beside her before ruffling her hair a bit.

"Don't mention it, snack." He chuckled and smirked mostly to himself. Aliyah had gotten used to his little jokes and his nicknames. Now knowing he didn't truely have harmful intentions against her put her more at ease with these subjects.

Kane sighed and looked outside the den, thinking before standing up once again.

"I'm going to try to find something for me to eat, okay? Stay here." He told her, looking down at Aliyah who nodded.

"I will." She replied, watching as the Naga left once again, leaving her with herself in his cave.

Another hour passed before Aliyah awoke to Kane returning him now at his giant size from before. He seemed upset.

"What's wrong..?" She sat up and asked. He growled and angerly slammed a fist in the cave wall, causing the den to shake a little.

"Stupid hunters!" He snapped but Aliyah didn't take it personally. She was beginning to see the partner of his emotions affecting his size. But before she could say anything else, Kane scooped her up quickly, growling before dropping her in his mouth and in one quick motion, he tilted his head back and swallowed. She yelped in the quick process and tried to struggle but to no avail.

"K-Kane!" She whimpered, once again arriving at the small space she found herself last night. He sighed and sat against the den wall, crossing his arms and looking outside once again. He noticed the sun setting but quickly looked away, growling in annoyance of everything.

"I hate humans.." He mumbled but from her being tucked away, Aliyah heard every word. She paused at this and looked down. Whatever happened must've really sat him off... Frowning, she put a hand on the wall in front of her, looking up.

"But I'm a human.. And I don't think you hate me?" She questioned quietly, feeling him tense a little before relaxing again. Kane froze before groaning at what he said, face palming a little while putting a hand on where he felt her.

"Oh.. No, Aliyah, you're an exception. I just... Frustrating to say the least." He admitted, running a hand through his long hair.

"I'm sorry you're in there.. I guess I just needed comfort food." He rolled his eyes in a slightly joking tone, smiling slightly as he heard her giggle a bit. Suddenly, he felt her rub where her hand was and this caused him to purr rather loudly, relaxing his muscles even more than before.

"It's okay, Kane. I honestly don't mind. Can.. I ask what happened..?" Aliyah hesitantly spoke up, not sure if this would make him upset or not. He thought before sighing, looking back outside the cave.

"People from your little village.. They're looking for you apparently. Which I probably should've seen coming sooner or later. But they assume I killed you... So they're really just after me right now." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck out of the stress of this situation. She paused and thought to herself. They were looking for her? She honestly didn't know whether to be glad or upset.

She was clearly upset because they still only saw her friend as a monster from the stories... But it was nice to hear that they cared about her enough to come searching. Not like she wanted to go back and leave Kane behind though.

"Do.. You want to go back?" Kane asked a bit quietly, just a bit scared of what her answer would be. But very quickly, Aliyah answered, already knowing her answer.

"No! I-I want to stay here! I mean.. I can still visit but if they don't understand you, then they don't understand me." She stood her ground, which caused Kane to smile more, but then he focused and gently spat her up into his hand.

She looked confused for a second but didn't mind as soon as Aliyah saw him curling up around himself on his usual pile of furs, her being held close to his chest in the very middle.

"You still confuse me, little girl." He chuckled before yawning, nuzzling into her slightly, closing his eyes. Aliyah giggled at this but tiredness washed over her as well, closing her eyes too. She could tell he just wanted comfort over anything else. She knew he had a soft side even if he didn't show it very often...

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#extreme cuddling #g/t community #g/t writing #g/t fluff #giant tiny #naga #v0re #vore tw #nonfatal vore #sfw vore #naga oc #naga vore

[zenrixtz]

for wonderful person Kayla!

I think I picked karlnapity so looks like im in a deep hole now.

I'm gonna be the bigger man here and make Karl the giant since every fic I see is him tiny. NOTHING WRONG WITH IT I love to see it it's just a rare thing to see Karl giant!

I don't like the title but idk what to do anymore:')

THIS IS FOR U KAYLA FOR BEING SO AMAZING

Tws: a bit of fearplay technically but eh, vore, safe vore, soft vore, dsmp because I see u antis >:[ (also this is mostly fluff like requested. atleast I tried :'] )

Blackout Blues

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Quackity and Sapnap were chilling on Karls legs, watching TV. They were watching a horror movie, The Ring to be exact. All of them were so into it that they didn't even get scared one bit throughout the entire movie. Quackity was the most into it as he had suggested they watched it, as he liked horror the most. Karl and Sapnap mostly started liking it through him, as he always watched some sort of horror movie in his spare time, alone or not. Then after the movie finished, They all heard a loud BANG from outside. They were all startled by the noise, given they live alone in a secluded forest on a mountain. Then, as soon as Karl went to get up, the power went out, as well as the heater too since they had it hooked up to the same box. Quackity jumped up at the sight of pure pitch black. Karl quickly calmed them down as he picked them up, and brought them upstairs. He opened the door to his room and stepped inside, both Sapnap and Quackity in his hand. Karl started to wonder what had caused the power outage. A animal? A person!? No, nobody ever came up here. Why would they need too anyway? But that's besides the point. It's cold, and the heater had been turned off as well. Sapnap is all worn out and certainly isn't able to warm himself up, and quackity isn't even a blazeborn. Karl had to figure out a solution, and fast. Sapnap definitely couldn't handle the cold as he was shaking HARD. And Quackity wasn't used to the cold as well, so they were both in trouble. Karl started to think, what would warm them up? A blanket? No, they didn't really have any blankets since it was always hot in their house. Then what else? Karl thought and thought. Until he realized. Oh! He could use- He stopped himself. He had never done that with them and he certainly did NOT want to scare them! But it was his only option. He would have to give them a brief and fast explanation before, so he wouldn't scare them as much. And so he did. He tried explaining it as best as he possibly could, and they quickly agreed. They heard the word 'warm' and instantly said yes. As soon as he heard they'd agreed, He carefully picked them up, and opened his mouth. Quackity was the first to climb in, as he was the most eager to get it over and done with. Sapnap quickly followed as he saw his fiance go. Karl was a bit shocked at the feeling, but quickly snapped out of it after feeling them both all the way inside his mouth. He slowly pushed them away from his front teeth with his tounge, and carefully closed his mouth. He started to slick them up with saliva to make the trip down a lot more easier for him, and mostly them. He licked them until he felt it was enough. He slid them with his tounge to the entrance to his throat, and waited for the small pats to know when they were ready to go down. As soon as he felt them pat his pallet, he slowly swallowed, sending Quackity down first, then Sapnap following quickly after. After a few swallows and a whole lot of tiny struggling due to how tight it was, he finally got them down below his collar bone, into his stomach. Borrowers can't be digested by humans stomach acid, that's why it's considered safe to eat them. As soon as they landed in his stomach, he sighed. It had taken a lot of energy out of him to swallow them both down. As soon as Quackity and Sapnap landed, they started slowly rubbing on the fleshy walls around them. Karl started to purr slightly at the feeling. He wouldn't admit it, but it felt very nice. As soon as he felt them settle down, he laid down on his bed, and fell asleep. Quackity and Sapnap followed, as they were all exhausted from what they had just done. Quackity and Sapnap then fell asleep knowing they were safe and finally warm.

my writing sucks but I hope you like it :D

Yes, infact I do realize how much I post about Giant Karl. I don't know I guess it's my thing now >:)

#for kayla the amazing g/t writer #g/t mcyt #g/t dsmp #giant!karl #tiny!quackity #tiny!sapnap #tw vore #g/t vore #mcyt vore #dsmp vore #g/t #im awful at writing vore prompts i am sorry #also yes im working on part two to my Wilbur and tommy fic itll be out soonn

[diningopossum]

down the sandy hatch

first time sharing my vore writing. clearly idk how to spell hippowdon correctly in this. i do now. but i'm lazy to change it in this writing so pretend it's right

content: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, feral/pokemon predator, no digestion

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My throat is drying out, and as I grab my waterbottle to peer inside, my stomach drops to see it nearly empty. I take a swig of it, and wipe at my brow with the back of my hand, a mix of sand and sweat coming off.

I still can't believe that I'd lost the expedition. Now I'm lost in the middle of the desert, and I'm mostly likely going to die. So much for a fun trail. And this won't be like Avatar where I find a sandbender’s boat glider.

I smack my lips, once again wishing I'd brought my Vaporeon. At least then, she could have given me a drop of water. But nooo, Mom suggested that I leave all of my “worldly attachments” behind. Whatever that means.

Guess it means I'm going to die of either dehydration or heat stroke. I'm not sure which I'd rather suffer from the most.

I'm so wrapped up in my thoughts, that I don't notice the sand shifting beneath me until something large, black and horrifying bursts free, lunging directly towards me. I scream. Shit. Some kind of pokémon. I can't tell which one it is until the last second, when I register it's red eyes and rough, sandy skin: a large Hippodown.

Well, looks like instead of the prior two deaths, I'll die from the jaws of this huge beast. Go figure.

I do my best to fly backwards, but I don't get very far. The Hippodown knocks me flat onto my back, forcing me to grunt as I'm enveloped by even more sand. I try to catch my breath as something large, warm and wet drags along the top of my body, nearly as rough as the scattered rocks of the cliffs throughout this desert. I groan as it glides across my face, and then it takes another lap. I slowly realize that this is the Hippodown’s tongue, and that this means it's tasting me. My eyes widen as it lets out a low, pleased murr from the depths of its chest, followed by a loud rumbling from its stomach.

Ah. It's going to eat me. Wonderful.

I can't help myself; I let out a shrill scream. This seems to upset the beast, because it shakes its head with a displeased growl. My scream is then cut off when it opens its huge, gaping maw, giving me the perfect view of slick, pulsating flesh and a deep, dark cavern, all framed by two pairs of rounded teeth. I let out a whimper, and then another as those jaws close around my waist, enveloping my entire lower body in its mouth.

Already, I can feel its tongue swiping and squishing all across my body as it suckles. It raises its head from the ground, easily lifting me with it, and that's when the horrifying realization that it can and is going to stuff my entire being inside of it hits me. I'd be crying now, if not for the fact I'm too dehydrated.

The Hippodown purrs happily as it sucks at my body like a lollipop, seemingly enjoying my taste. I slap my hands down on top of its huge nose, only to get hit in the face by a burst of hot air. I then grab at its nostrils, hoping that that maybe could make it spit me out. It would snap my whole body in half like a stick with its mighty jaws any second now, after all. That's how Hippodown’s eat. I'd rather that not happen.

The huge, slimy tongue slides beneath my shirt, and the Hippodown’s eyes go half lidded as it greedily licks at any of my taste it can find there. I begin to sob as I see how hopeless my situation is: there's no way for me to fight back against this huge creature. It has all of the power, while I'm left bobbing in the air as it raises and lowers its head happily.

I'm nothing but a meal for this creature now.

Suddenly, the Hippodown seems to bore of my flavor there, because I'm sucked further in. It swallows heavily, its strong throat grabbing onto my ankles to drag me further into its body. I claw at its nose to no avail; everything up to my shoulders is now within the beast. Only my neck, head arms sticks out, my arms forced to dangle uselessly behind my head as the Hippodown excitedly sucks on my upper body. Its tongue wraps around my chest and stomach, squeezing me tightly. I can feel the constricting walls of its throat holding my legs tightly, continuously hugging them. I sob again, trying and failing to grab its nose again.

The Hippodown doesn't seem to even notice my struggle. It just sucks at me, it's head bobbing up and down, it's eyes nearly shut as it fully enjoys my taste. I'm probably the first thing it's eaten in weeks, or maybe even months. There isn't much life in the desert; no wonder it's wasting no time on gobbling up the first prey that blundered into its line of sight.

I just wish that prey wasn't me.

Slowly, the Hippodown tilts its head back as it swallows once more, opening its jaws to allow my head to inch in. I cry out, grabbing and clawing at the top of its mouth as my upper view is enveloped by the sight of its jaw. The Hippodown grunts happily before closing its jaws once more, only my hands remaining outside of its mouth. My world is now nothing but darkness, the sounds of the hot wind and shifting sands cut off, replaced instead by the deep breaths and pleased purring of my predator. I'm sure currently, any passerby would see a large lump in the underside of the Hippodown’s throat and a pair of lifeless hands sticking from its mouth, that being the only indication of my presence.

I don't even know how much of a dent I make in the massive body. Do I even make one? Is there currently a wriggling lump in the Hippodown’s neck, or is there not even a hint of my form?

The large tongue swipes all over my face roughly, with no thought. I close my eyes tightly and seal my own mouth shut, crying softly through my nose. At least all of the sand is getting wiped from my skin.

Another resounding gulp surrounds my entire being, and finally the last of me- my hands- is pulled inside. The jaws shut, sealing me inside completely. It continues to swallow until only my head and arms stick out from the opening of its throat. It suckles on my face and arms for a while longer, feeling like an eternity, until finally, it lets out a huge gulp, sucking me into the constricting throat entirely.

The throat is tight. It almost strangles me everytime it comes crashing back in to drag me down further, and feels disgusting as I slide painfully through. I pass through agonizingly slow, even with the assistance of the Hippodown’s swallowing. As I descend further towards my internal prison, I hear the strong thumping of the beast’s heart surrounding me. I wish I could crush that heart right now. I've given up at this point; I'm in its throat completely, and I can already feel my feet and legs being squeezed out into a large, open space.

I've reached its core.

The Hippodown continues to gulp me down as I'm slowly deposited into its stomach paunch, the area just large enough to hold me. The walls instantly drag me into their grasp, pulsating all around my form as it forces me into its tight confines. I hardly fit, so I can barely move in this small, enclosed world.

I feel the panic beginning to rise in me again as I'm completely sealed inside of this paunch, and I instinctively push and kick and hit at the stomach’s walls. This doesn't seem to phase the beast, as it begins to purr even louder, the stomach groaning happily. It squeezes me tighter, and I gasp as it does so. I no longer have any more room to struggle, and so all I can do is cry. Which, I end up doing.

I'm surrounded by the sounds of the stomach squelching and churning around me, and I can hear the distant thumping of the Hippodown’s heart in sync with its breathing. The stomach suddenly begins to shift as the Hippodown starts moving, shuffling back into the depths of the sand beneath it. It hums happily to itself as it digs back into its burrow, it's stomach more full than it ever has been. Its never eaten something so large before, but it loves it. Its meal fills its stomach perfectly, all curled up deep within it.

It stomps into the center of its small, sandy burrow, and eases itself down to lay itself out. In doing this, I feel a lot of its weight come down on me, making me gasp with surprise. The Hippodown murrs with contentment, licking its lips to try and get the last tastes of its prey from its lips.

I'm forced to listen to it breathing deeply, and flinch when something large presses against my side, slowly rubbing up and down the length of the stomach. My eyes widen as I realize that it has to be the Hippodown’s foot. It's rubbing its stomach! Do I even make a bulge? And if I do, is it noticeable, or does it just look like a bit of pudge?

No one will ever know what happened to me. This Hippodown swallowed me whole, and now I will die in its stomach.

At least it wasn't heatstroke.

The Hippodown licks its lips one more time as its meal finally finishes settling. While its squirming had felt nice, it was getting tired, and wasn't sure if it could fall asleep with it moving.

It was glad it had made the last minute decision to swallow the human whole, instead of snapping it in half and chewing it up. This is much better, and it very much enjoyed its meal’s flavor… Because of this, it has decided to keep the human alive, and for itself. It will wake up soon, travel to the nearby oasis, spit it up to let it eat and drink, and then swallow it whole again.

Of course, it will have to digest meals in between… but it's not like the human could escape it. The human clearly has no pokemon working for them, otherwise the Hippodown wouldn't have gotten this far. So, between the times it eats the human, it'll keep it close until it's ready to gulp them down again.

But for now, it nestles down, shutting its eyes to enjoy the soft twitching the human makes from deep inside of it, slowly drifting off to sleep to its stomach’s rumbling.

#my writing #v/ore #soft vore #safe vore #pokemon vore #unwilling prey #vore writing #vore story #v.ore #extreme cuddling

[aslitheryprinx]

I bring to you a short snippet of Shipwrecked au! This is the first time Wilbur nommed Tommy.

If you missed any of them, here's part one, part two, and part three of Shipwrecked.

CW: safe, platonic vore.

NSFW do not interact.

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An Exercise in Trust

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"Ready, Toms?" Wilbur asked, bringing him up to his mouth. Tommy was a little nervous, especially when he saw the sharp teeth, but he trusted Wil not to hurt him.

"I'm ready, big man." Still, Tommy's pulse sped up as Wilbur opened his mouth. The mer carefully titled his hand, letting Tommy slide off until he was sitting on his tongue.

Wilbur gave him a moment to adjust before he closed his mouth, sealing Tommy in darkness. The teen's pulse rose further as he remembered the feeling of being forced to the back of a throat. But Wilbur just hummed and pushed him gently around his mouth with his tongue. His heartbeat slowed again, and he relaxed. He was safe.

Now that he wasn't terrified he was going to die, he could actually take in the strange experience of being in someone's mouth.

It was really wet, which was kind of gross if you thought about it too much. Tommy had been living underwater for a while now, though, so he was used to being damp. The tongue pressing against him was strange. It sort of felt like a warm, living blanket. It was nice, in a weird way, and he relaxed into the weight.

He felt Wilbur laugh as he was scooped up by the tongue. He huffed, but Wilbur was gentle, so he didn't complain. Then he was being guided to the back of Wilbur's mouth, and his nerves came back.

Wilbur didn't swallow him yet, though. He made a chirping sound that Tommy recognized as something like "you ok?" in the mer language. He couldn't mimic the sounds like Niki could, but he was picking up the phrases pretty quickly.

He took a deep breath, reminding himself that Wilbur wouldn't hurt him. None of the mers would. He'd been safe last time, even though it had been a lot more frightening. He could do this.

"I'm good," he called. "Go ahead."

Still, his heart skipped a beat as Wilbur swallowed. He felt like he was getting a particularly overzealous hug as he was squeezed down towards the pouch. Tommy decided he still didn't like this part. It wasn't painful at all, but it was still making him feel a little claustrophobic. Luckily, the cramped feeling didn't last more than a couple of seconds.

He landed in the area the mers called their nesting pouch, although it was hard not to think of it as a stomach. It was meant for mers, not humans, so he had a little trouble getting his legs in a good position. Once he did, it was oddly comfortable.

The walls of the pouch glowed with a very soft, faint, blue light, the same shade as Wilbur's scales. He rested against them, and felt the thrum of Wilbur's powerful heart.

He heard Wilbur humming happily above him and relaxed, a little amused. He knew from watching the mers when they were carrying Niki that they really liked having someone in their pouch. He and Niki weren't mer children, but being in the nesting pouches seemed to make the mer's instincts go crazy anyways.

Falling asleep kind of defeated the purpose of this exercise. He had asked to be swallowed so he could get used to it, not so he could nap. But it was so warm and comfortable. He couldn't help but feel safe and protected by Wil. He felt his eyes slowly closing, and heard another happy hum from Wilbur as he burrowed further into the warmth and fell asleep.

#mcyt g/t #tw vore #shipwrecked au #tiny!tommy #giant!wilbur #platonic vore

[bontenten]

Bewitch

Pairings: Osamu x F!Reader x Atsumu; Miyacest WC: 7.4k Genre/Warnings: smut, fairytale retelling (Hansel and Gretel), magic au, dubcon/noncon, incest (miyacest), fear, knife, monster, bondage, snuff, vore, gore/blood, object insertion, body horror, a bit of size, tummy bulge, oral (m.receiving), anal (m. receiving), masturbation (f. & m.), voyeurism, arson...

Summary: The unexpected guests at your cottage have a mysterious past and hidden agenda. Will they allow you to accompany them on their journey?

Travelers are advised not to spend the night in the Dark Woods. It's said that beyond the last hiking trail, past a brook, lives an Evil Witch. That witch is vile and merciless; often, fools lost in the woods are never seen again. It's said that she must be over 800 years old, feeding off of the essences of children and young men unfortunate enough to cross her paths. It’s said that she even eats fellow witches. No one really knows. After all, no one who has seen her has lived to tell the tale.

It's been a few months since your teacher has left you to fend for yourself here in the woods—your first time alone during this apprenticeship. She said she had to attend a big conference with a whole bunch of other grand witches. You asked if you could tag along, but she insisted that you stay and watch the cottage. The lack of company is about to drive you insane so you often resort to conversing with yourself or the forest itself.

The soft moss muffles the sound of your footsteps as you begin the trek back home, a faint off-trail path away from the main road that no one else would usually notice. On any other day, you would just go home without a fuss, but loneliness makes people do some bizarre and odd things. For instance, the desperate longing for companionship leads to you dropping a not-so-hidden trail of fancy pebbles to inadvertently lead someone to your abode.

For most travelers, going off-trail is akin to a death sentence as any wrong turn might lure them into the forest's deadly maze. Not for you though, you know this place very well: every fallen tree, overturned log, the wanted signs nailed to the trunk...

Wait. A wanted sign?

You can make out from your distance that there are two heads on it, but the details are fuzzy, and the bounty looks smudged. Before you can get a closer look, you hear the birds caw in the trees, signaling the beginning of sunset. You pull your attention away from the poster and continue on to your way home.

The cottage is extremely cozy and warm. The windows are bejeweled and the door is solid wood. You live here comfortably with your teacher, after all, learning about the principles of magic and what it means to be a witch. It's much more than curses and spells, as your teacher would tell you, witches have character and a moral compass. Although there are certainly those who decide to experiment with the darker arts.

While you get a fire going in the huge furnace and boil some water on the stovetop, you hear two voices squabbling outside followed by three raps on the door. You're stunned by the noise, turning to face the shut door wondering if you were just dreaming about the noise. Is it? Visitors? No, you must have heard wrong.

"'Samu, I bet it's a farce, let's not." The voice sounds both tired and weary, almost out of breath.

"Let me just try again, I can smell a working kitchen in there, someone is definitely there," another voice insists. Three more knocking sounds. "Excuse me! Is the owner of the house available? My brother and I followed a path of colored stone and came upon your establishment...could you spare us some water? A bite of food?"

Two men, though they sound friendly. You're frozen in the kitchen, staring at the door that remains between you and the strangers.

"Is there someone home?" The second voice tries again. "Please, my brother is not feeling very well."

Your initial wariness for the stranger melts when you hear about the brother, which does not sound like a lie based on the raspy voice you first hear. A witch's character is fundamentally kind to all sentient beings, especially those in need. But you're still nervous, so you end up grabbing a metal ladle before carefully going to open the door. When you crack the door open, you see a pair of twins. Beautiful men, one blonde and one grey-haired. The former, with a quirky grin, although his eyes certainly look lackluster. But the other seems like he's at the right place, eyes peering past you into your home, fixated on your kitchen.

"I'm Osamu. And this," he gestures to his twin, "is my brother Atsumu. We're a bit lost, you see."

You nod your head in a casual greeting and introduce yourself as the resident apprentice at this cottage. As a good host should, you open the door to the weary guests preparing to welcome them in.

"Are we welcomed in?" Osamu asks, not moving from his spot. Atsumu isn’t budging either, arms crossed and only looking at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for your answer.

Without giving much thought you nod and open the door wider. "Both of you are most welcomed in."

"Then we thank you for your hospitality," Osamu says, taking a step inside, dragging his twin with him.

Words, especially spoken words carry power and hold intent. And a witch's words, no matter how careless they slip out, contain magic. Welcome, as you say. So welcome, they are.

You shut the door behind them and prepare to go give your first-ever guests some water. When you turn around, you notice Osamu already in the kitchen, the sleeves of his tunic rolled up past his elbows.

"Your food is about to burn. Heat's too high," he tells you, expertly taking control of the sizzling pots and pans. "I got it, don't worry."

Feeling flustered at the faint smell of scorching food, you hurry over to see if you can be of any assistance. "Let me help out."

"No, it's quite alright."

How can a host let her guests do all the work like that? And the first company in a while too! What an utter failure.

"How—" you try to argue back, but you're cut off by Atsumu tugging on your wrist, dragging you over to the sofa in the corner.

"Don't worry about him, he loves to cook." Atsumu brushes out the wisps of his bangs with a huff. "And actually quite good at it. Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design."

Like his twin, Atsumu's frame is broad and huge, but there is a quality of emptiness of sorts. Osamu's shoulders are wide but there's more substance to it, whereas Atsumu's form seems contained. You can't help but use your learnings to see if you can figure out just what's off about Atsumu. He's slowly walking around the living room and studying the portraits hanging on the wall. He picks up a frame that is set above the fireplace and comments, "None of these are you. How come?"

"Oh, they're my teacher. I'm just a witch-in-training at the moment, so—"

"A witch?" Atsumu questions, clenching the frame tightly. His hands begin to shake, the glass under his thumb beginning to crack.

You did not expect Atsumu to display such a visceral reaction upon the mention of witches. After all, witches normally stayed far away from ordinary human society and when they do mix, it's often a role of healing. But the look that sparks in Atsumu's eyes, it's almost—feral.

"'Tsumu!" Osamu yells while stalking over quickly from the kitchen. He throws his arm around Atsumu's neck and drags him off into the shadows. You can't make out the muffled voices and deep growling noises that are coming from down the hall.

It's their private matter, so you go back to the kitchen. True enough, Osamu's hands are almost like magic. The bubbling pot of broth doesn't seem to be on the verge of overflowing, the onions caramelizing beautifully, filling the air with deliciousness.

Moments later, the twins come back. You notice that Osamu clothes are wrinkled from tugging Atsumu around, but at the very least, Atsumu is looking much better than before.

The three of you set the table for dinner. Osamu brings out the plates as though he knows the kitchen inside and out already. Atsumu comes emerging from the cellar with two bottles of fine wine that you didn't even know your teacher had stowed away. Surely, she wouldn't mind? With Osamu and Atsumu sitting to the left and right of you at the round table, it almost feels like a more familiar, cozier gathering between friends than a situation of a host and her guests.

They tell you that they have been traveling across the lands for a long time now, looking for a cure for Atsumu's illness. It reminds you of the hollow, repressed form you saw earlier and your curiosity gets the better of you. They don't tell you the nature of the malady, but what they do share is that they are looking for a witch to undo the curse on Atsumu, a result of dark witchcraft.

"I am a witch!" you exclaim, feeling your call to action at the moment. "Please, is there truly nothing for me to help to undo the spell?"

Osamu leans in close to you, and wipes a bit of sauce staining the corner of your lips with the pad of his thumb. He smiles. "We're looking for a very high-level witch. One day, maybe you'll get to the level of magic needed."

"You're too weak," Atsumu bluntly points out. You're sure Osamu means to say the same thing, but Atsumu's words are really sharp.

"I know," you sigh. "My teacher tells me that all the time. So, I'm really trying. I'm sure there's at least something I can do."

"I definitely think that. Don't be so hard on yourself," Osamu comforts. "Have you been living alone here for a long time?"

You feel two pairs of eyes glued onto you waiting for your answer. You smile reflexively before your eyes trail to the empty plate and carefully choose your words. "Yea. Just me and my teacher. She's a grand witch...maybe if you wait here for a few days, you can meet her when she comes back from her conference."

"We—"

"We'll be gone tomorrow!" Atsumu snaps, staring into Osamu's eyes.

Osamu doesn't pay any mind to Atsumu, and puts an extra piece of dessert onto your plate.

"We have a long way to go. Atsumu's condition isn't getting better, so we can't stop in one place for long."

It makes you a little sad, because you were hoping to spend some more time with the twins, both of whom you have grown fond of. Osamu and his gentleness. And even Atsumu, despite his quick remarks and outbursts, adds a particular spice to your mundane life.

"Maybe we'll bring you with us," Osamu comments lightly, "'Tsumu, wouldn't that be nice?"

"She'll just be dead weight," Atsumu retorts. You wonder if he absolutely hates you. Is that why he is always so against you being next to Osamu?

Osamu puts an arm around you and blows on the shell of your ear. It tickles and you can feel his body enveloping you. "But she's so sweet," he tells Atsumu and whispers into your ear, "Aren't you?"

You find your wandering gaze looking into his half-lidded grey eyes. His face is right next to you, lips just hovering barely five centimeters away. The overwhelming presence of him is undeniably alluring. Your breaths become shallow as your heart rate speeds up with desire.

"I'm exhausted! 'Samu you too. We're going to bed!" Atsumu drops the silverware onto his plate and stands up. He comes around the table, muttering curses under his breath. Atsumu grabs Osamu by the wrist and drags him off towards the guest bedroom you have shown them before.

You didn't quite catch Atsumu's angry mutters, but you hear "slut" and "harlot" thrown around a few times. Were they directed at you? No, you're not like that, you tell yourself. Atsumu must have been thinking that you are trying to seduce his twin. After you clear out the table, you decide to clear up any misunderstanding.

You tip-toe down the hall to the guest bedroom prepared to knock when you hear muffled sounds coming from inside. You carefully press your ears to the crevice of the door and clamp a hand around your mouth upon hearing the stream of moans.

"'Samu, 'Samu please, ah—"

That's Atsumu? Your eyes are wide and still trying to process the shock of what you're hearing. You tell yourself you shouldn't be here. You should not be listening to whatever is happening behind the closed door, but you can't help it. Hearing Atsumu's moans makes you want to squirm.

You slightly jump when you hear a slap, followed with a pleasured groan. The sound is so clean it feels as though the phantom hands are touching your own heated skin.

Osamu's chuckle nearly makes your knees weak.

"Don't get cocky, if it were any other day ngh—, any other day, I would be the one pushing you into the mattress."

Slap. "Shut up, cute 'Tsumu. I like you being so needy for me like this. What do you want from me? Tell me."

"Fuck me, 'Samu."

"With pleasure."

The wood creaks loudly and you tell yourself, you really need to get out as you back away and try to quickly walk down the hall back to your bedroom.

You throw the door open and lock the door behind you with a click. With your eyes closed, you try to steady your breath and the building heat in your core. It's quiet. There's no noise coming from their room. But they are twins! 

You remind yourself that a witch is all-accepting and kind. There are so many circumstances beyond your understanding, judgement is not a part of your nature. And if what they are performing is wrong, what should you say about yourself? You peel off your clothes and step out of the soaked panty that is proof of your lust.

Pillows are fluffed and covers are pulled over your body. You try to sleep, but each time you are about to drift, Atsumu's cries of pleasure come back into your head. Your hand trails down your navel until the fingertips trace over your clit. Gathering some slick from your cunt, you drag it across the sensitive bud.

You shudder from the touch as images, constructed in your fantasy, cloud your mind. You imagine Atsumu's hands spreading your legs apart and Osamu's teasing words next to your ear. He would tell you to open wide and shove his cock down your throat. You suck on three of your fingers until lips wrap over the knuckles, your saliva pooling from hunger. And slip your fingers into your cunt easily, curling them against the plush walls.

"F-fuck me," you moan into your pillow.

With pleasure.

You quiver, clit pulsating, and your pussy juice dripping into your palm. The wash from the high soon takes you into sleep. All throughout the night, you squirm and feel the phantom sensation of being watched. Not just observed, but studied, by two pairs of glinting hungry eyes. You can almost imagine them on either side of the bed, trapping you into the mattress no matter which way you turn.

A few times the weird feelings almost pull you awake, but you don't dare crack an eye open to confirm your suspicions until the morning light begins to filter through the windows, rousing you from sleep. The air is filled with fragrant herbs and the sizzle of delicious brunch from someone awake before you.

No doubt, it's Osamu, because who else can it be? Atsumu? Please. The twins....

You climb out of bed and stretch your neck on the way to the washroom. Your bedroom door is open, but it's too early to notice that detail.

"Morning!" Osamu greets you from the kitchen. You find a fresh mug of coffee shoved into your hands from him.

You mumble thanks and sip at the brew while watching Osamu fry the eggs. Osamu looks to be deep in thought, probably thinking about something pleasant from the faint smile ghosting on his face. You feel a pang of guilt from both listening to their private lives, and also the strange feelings that maybe they heard your private life too—it's all your paranoia talking.

"You're so talented," you blurt out, fisting the fabric of your long skirt.

"Thanks, but better not let 'Tsumu hear ya, he gets jealous super easily."

Even if Atsumu hears, it's fine. You really mean both of them. Both of the twins both seem super talented as a duo; like they've been out there and seen the world. Meanwhile, you're still stuck here, without company. Would it be possible...if they simply stayed?

Osamu senses the words that are stuck in your mouth and answers them for you. "We're gonna be leaving right after breakfast. There's still lots of ground to cover today," he explains, plating the pancake before preparing to ladle a spoonful of batter for the next one.

"Do you have to leave?" you ask, almost pleading.

"It's cozy here and comfortable. We enjoy your company too, but we have to go. Your teacher would hate us, immensely, and on top of that...let's just say, we're always on the run."

"You say it like you two are fugitives or something."

Osamu chuckles and leans closer to you, hot breath flaming your cheeks, or maybe it's just the heat from the stove. A teasing grin pulls his cheeks up slightly as your eyes flicker over to see his lips spell out, "Maybe. Scared?"

Embarrassed, you take a defensive step back, squeaking and bumping into another body.

"MORNING!" Atsumu announces behind you. He's in good spirits and he has his hands on your waist to steady you; he sniffs your hair and smiles before letting you go. "I smell something delicious."

"Breakfast is ready," Osamu says, plating the pancakes. "Hungry 'Tsumu?"

"Tch." Atsumu shoves past you and knees Osamu, mood doing a complete 180. You're almost left like a fly on the wall as you watch the scene unfold.

Osamu is quick to catch his balance while keeping watch on the stove. "Not awake yet?" Osamu grins and passes him a plate of pancakes, essentially telling him to shut up and eat. "Who shoved a stick up your ass? Go eat."

"Fuck you."

"Hm."

Atsumu grumbles but digs into his food anyway. Osamu catches your amused expression in the corner and explains, "It's always like that between us. It's our...way of showing how much we care."

"I know." It's sort of endearing, the banter between the two brothers. Even if the world turns against them, no matter what the odds are, at least Miya Osamu will have Miya Atsumu, and Atsumu will have Osamu. Perhaps it's exactly that sort of bond the two share that you're envious of. Body and soul. Because if only you could have just an ounce of that sort of familiarity with another. But you're just an outsider without an invitation to join in.

While you're mulling over your thoughts, you don't catch the darkening gazes being exchanged between the twins. At some point, Atsmu's plate is already emptied and the wooden table is cleared while you're still lost in your mind. Osamu is fiddling with the metal tea strainer, bobbing it up and down to brew a mug of tea. He threads a cotton string in and out like it's a plaything.

"Do you really want to be with us?" Osamu asks nonchalantly. "'Tsumu and I were talking about it. If you do, maybe we can work something out."

"I just..." You feel like this is your final chance to tell them that you don't want them to go. None of the going around circle hinting that you have been doing. This is the moment to just tell it to them. If you miss this chance, you feel like you won't have another. And even though a pit pulls at your inwards telling you to reconsider, you're brave. "I just want to be together with you all, and help you cure Atsumu. My teacher is so talented, I'm sure she'll have a remedy."

They grin.

Osamu is a great cook, he can do that. Atsumu sometimes seems lazy, but he's super strong and quick to help too. And you can pick up all sorts of other tasks in the area! Maybe because they're so helpful, your teacher will even let them stay once Atsumu is cured. Maybe they can learn magic too! You have heard of warlocks who are powerful with spells too. And you can already imagine, the three of you, like a team, eventually going out into the world to fight demons and monsters and—

"Open wide," a sultry voice sounds next to you. Backing away automatically, you find Atsumu standing right behind you.

"W-wait," your voice shakes, stuck in your throat. "What are—"

His fingers reach for your mouth, prying it open. Before you can voice your distaste, a warm, metal ball gets shoved into your mouth, the thin chain quickly tangles into your hair. The faint traces of tea seep out of its small holes down your tongue and throat, while some spill out the corner of your mouth like trails of drool down your jawline.

Osamu smiles and wipes the liquid away with his thumb, relishing in how your widening eyes gape at him in confusion.

"Being together," he answers the question you wanted to ask, "is what you want isn't it?" He takes a spool of kitchen twine and begins to secure the tea strainer in your mouth. The thin cotton threads wrap around your head over and over again, tightening the steel against your tongue.

You shake your head and try to take another step away from the man you're beginning to become wary of, but the strong grip of Atsumu's hands on your shoulder prevents you from squirming at all. His fingers dig into your flesh, and when you turn to look at him you catch a glint in his eyes, glowering down at you.

"No, no, no, behave," he taunts you, "listen to 'Samu. He'll make you feel real good, trust me."

With the gag in your mouth, all you can let out are weak, warbling gargles from the back of your throat. Why are you doing this? You weren't like this before? Loud snorts flare out your nostrils from the fear screaming through your body.

Osamu comes back with a paring knife, examining the edge under the sunlight filtering in through the stained glass. He presses the cool blade along your cheek, dragging with the dull edge just enough so the sharp end doesn't cut your skin. You feel your knees growing weak and if not for Atsumu's hold on you, you would sink into a shuddering heap on the floor.

"You know, I think you might be the best meal yet," Osamu compliments, blade trailing down to your collarbone. The tip of the knife toys with the first button, pressing tension on the x-cross stitching. Snap. The first button pops off, dropping onto the wooden floor and rolling away to an inconspicuous corner. "I'll prep you well."

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. The knife flicks again and all the buttons clatter on the floor before running away for refuge.

Atsumu has cleared the table already and you find yourself hoisted up and laid onto the surface like a slab of meat on a cutting board. The cold surface presses against the back of your shoulder and ass. Osamu ties your wrist together with a hemp rope and secures the other end around the table leg. He also secures your ankles to two other anchor points.

You're utterly exposed and ashamed at your body's display, mortified at how your body is reacting when you catch sight of Atsumu, his eyes dilated, looking at your slit that you know is drenched already. The rough texture of the rope presses painfully into your skin from how tight the bindings are. You can only let out gagged whines in complaint, chest rising up and down from the loud breaths.

"Can't do, love," Osamu chides, kissing the knot at your wrist, satisfied with the results. His fingertips trail down to cup your jaw and his thumb runs across the tea strainer. You close your eyes and groan at his touch. Osamu murmurs, "I won't let anything go to waste."

Atsumu is growing impatient at the sight of his twin treating you like the finest specimen ever. You're not the first one. You won't be the last one, but he still can't stand the sight of someone looking just like himself having first tastes while he's missing out himself. He wants to shove Osamu aside, but he knows that Osamu absolutely hates it when he ravages the meal when it's not ready.

Atsumu unzips his pants and lets his hardened, leaking cock spring free. You stare at Atsumu who is fixated on his own pleasure. His hand wraps around his cock and pumps the length up and down.

Osamu turns your head to look at himself instead. "Someone there is impatient, but let's not learn from him, okay? I want to take you slow, make sure you'll be ready. I don't want you stressed, you release too much cortisol and that toughens the meat."

Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design.

His hand kneads your breast and toys with your nipple, circling and tugging on the tiny, erect bud.

"Relax," he whispers into your ear. "Just like you did last night."

You try to clamp your thighs shut from reflex. Immediately the resistance from the rope ties stop your movements. Osamu squeezes your thighs and pushes them apart once more.

"Right here isn't it, after hearing me fuck 'Tsumu..." Osamu's finger runs down the sides of your labia. "You just couldn't help touching yourself too huh?"

He knows. They know. You feel your cheeks burn at the realization.

"There's nothing embarrassing about it. If anyone should be, it should be us twins, " Osamu's fingers easily slip in, your pussy already dripping with arousal. "Oh woops, I shouldn't need to comfort you. You're clearly not shy."

Osamu's fingers are thick and long, able to reach far deeper than you ever can. Your tongue is still struggling against the gag while your saliva steeps the tea leaves trapped in the ball.

"Oi," Atsumu cuts in with annoyance. "I thought you said to not play with food. What the fuck are you doing, chef?"

Osamu stops his finger in you for a moment before dragging them out. You're trembling at the sudden emptiness and desire to fill the space immediately. The lack of stimulation is irritating and you are desperate.

Osamu walks up to Atsumu, bringing his drenched fingers covered in your slick to his lips for a taste. Before he can do so, Atsumu grabs Osamu's wrist and takes in those digits, sucking on them gingerly.

Osamu smiles and runs the other hand through Atsumu's hair.

"Patience is a virtue, 'Tsumu, I was just getting her fully prepared for you. I'm giving her all to you already, you couldn't even let me have a taste of her?"

Atsumu releases Osamu's fingers with a pop. "I never said I wasn't going to share," he mutters before pulling Osamu in for a kiss, passing the taste of you along their tongues.

Your body jostles as you finally get a visual matching what you heard last night. You feel your pussy leaking with more excitement, the arousal drips all the way down to your asshole. And the more you squirm, it's as though the rope ties become tighter and tighter, rubbing your skin raw. But even that pain is incomparable to the need to quell your fire.

Atsumu pulls away and presses one last kiss on Osamu's nose. "I always love what you serve, thank you 'Samu." Your heart rate rapidly speeds up as Atsumu comes towards you. He's positioned between your legs, both hands on your thighs, marveling at the display of your body. His hands feel hot.

Atsumu grins. "You probably didn't expect me to be the one taking you, huh?" He guides his cock to your entrance, the bulging tip prodding along your puffy lips. "Did you want Osamu to be the one fucking you?"

No? You want to argue, straining your head up slightly, but only tea-laced saliva drips out from the corners of your mouth.

"'Fuck me, 'Samu. Fuck me, please.' Is that what you heard? Is that what you wanted to say too?"

Your screams are muffled whimpers.

Osamu snorts off to the side, watching Atsumu do exactly what he accused Osamu earlier of: playing with his food. Hypocrite.

Atsumu glares at Osamu before turning his attention back to you. "You'll be begging for me, Atsumu, after I'm done with you."

He lines himself at your entrance and inches himself in, groaning at how your cunt is somehow just sucking him in. You're so warm and tight inside, wrapping perfectly around every part of him. He sits in you for a moment, just enjoying being blanketed by your muscles and chuckling how you tighten around him every now and then.

You whine, urging Atsumu to move a little.

"Okay, okay. Geez, and 'Samu says I'm impatient." Atsumu slowly draws his cock out and snaps his hips forward, the base of his balls slapping against your ass. He delights at how you squeeze your eyes shut and continues rocking into you at a comfortable pace.

Osamu enjoys standing off to the side for a while. He always liked watching Atsumu savor and delight the food he prepares. Atsumu always eats with such gusto. It should have always been that way, until the witch ruined everything. The curse, an experiment with the dark arts, should have never happened. Above all else, it should never have been on Atsumu. Osamu can only wonder if the reason they are subjected to this fate is because they are twins. Until a cure is found, Atsumu, his most beloved other, will have to replenish himself in this way.

A sharp pain rips through you and tears well up in your eyes. You feel Atsumu's cock suddenly begin to pulsate and grow in size. At first, you thought it was because you're clamping down on him too hard and will yourself to relax. But the cock, the thing, is certainly unnatural now. And between your tear-stained vision, you can just barely make out... Monster.

You begin to thrash wildly, head tossing side to side, back arched as much as you can in a futile escape attempt. Atsumu's claws rest on your hips while he pounds into you furiously. His groans, now deep growls, send vibrations that you can feel within your throbbing clit. You fear that you'll actually be ripped in half by the way Atsumu is thrusting into you. The engorged cockhead hits your cervix each time and his ball sack, even heavier, bowls and knocks against you.

Osamu unfolds his arms and comes over.

"It'll only hurt if you don't relax," he tells you, reaching out to press on your clit. "Just let him have his way."

"Go fuck her somewhere else," Atsumu snarls. His voice is warped and bellowing. Your mind is getting foggy as Osamu's fingers on your clit don't stop teasing the bud while having a petty talk with Atsumu. And Atsumu, ticked off by Osamu, picks up his speed.

"There we go, now that's beautiful," Osamu comments, taking his hand away and watching you unfurl in your pleasure. Your abused cunt is puffy when Atsumu pulls out, and you feel the thick liquid start to flow out when you take breaths.

"No, don't do that," Osamu chides, taking three fingers to gather the cum spilling out and stuffing it back in. "Better keep it all in. 'Tsumu isn't done with you yet."

Not yet? You can't even voice your thoughts except weakly shaking your head and moaning into the steel gag. In the moment, your stomach rumbles loudly.

"'Samu, she's hungry," Atsumu points out, rubbing your tummy. "You feed her and I'll stuff her."

Osamu ruffles Atsumu's long hair and gives his new, erected horns a teasing squeeze. Atsumu yelps at the touch. "'Samu!"

"Okay, okay," Osamu relents and stands next to your head. You see him take the paring knife again and slide the icy blade between the cotton ties and your hot cheek. A quick slice and you feel the pressure of the gag release. Osamu removes the tea strainer from your mouth and tosses it into the sink.

"Must have been so over-brewed, I apologize for that," he says. You know he doesn't mean it at all.

"Why?" you croak out. Your jaw and cheeks are sore from being held in position for so long. There's so many things you believe you can ask why about. Why they are prepping you like a meal, fucking you like a toy...Why Atsumu is the way he is. Why Osamu is not who you think he is either. Why you.

Despite Atsumu's grotesque figure, you're sure that you fear this twin more. Osamu's thoughts are so well-hidden behind his eyes; he never gives away what he's thinking or planning. You can only accept his decisions from the receiving end.

"Because of Atsumu," Osamu answers. Everything is for 'Tsumu. "I'll feed you."

Osamu cradles your head with both hands, his fingers tangled in your hair. He prods his cock against your lips. Feeling your resistance, he grips your hair tightly, painfully pulling on your scalp, and presses the tip of his cock to force your lips open. You nearly gag at the length entering your throat and your hands ball into tight fists. Your nose is buried in the base of his cock, pressing into his balls. Each breath you take is heavy with his musky, hot scent.

It's easy to focus on Osamu's cock fucking into your throat, leaving an unamused, monstrous twin off to the side preparing to turn your attention back to him by force.

Atsumu rubs himself against you, preparing to enter you again. You're sure that he has become even bigger. When the tip pushes through, your body attempts to fight the intrusion in self-preservation. The claws at your hips dig in and Atsumu all but pulls you onto his length like a sock. You scream around Osamu's cock, throat clenching around his thick length, and nearly black out from the stretch.

You never had anything this big in you before. Atsumu lifts you up slightly, his grasp becoming large enough to encircle around your whole waist. Your ankles are still tethered and tug on you, much to Atsumu's annoyance. He easily slices through the bondages with a sharp claw. Now free of restraints, Atsumu can cradle you more easily, finally pushing the last section into you. 

Crack!

You can’t cry while you're stuffed with Osamu’s cock, but tears stream endlessly from your eyes. You’re sure your pelvic floor is broken, completely forced apart in a futile attempt to accommodate Atsumu stuffing you beyond your physical capacity. Your hips give out as your two legs, bone out from their sockets, dangle grotesquely.

“Just focus on me,” Osamu wipes your tears away and continues to pump into you. But you cannot focus on the human object in your mouth when your whole lower half and inwards are broken, stretched or squashed.

"Hey look ‘Samu! It's bulging," Atsumu marvels at the imprint of his tip pushing your flesh out from the inside. “Look, my cock is saying ‘hello’.”

Atsumu excitement translates into messy thrusts, treating your body like a game. “Maybe I can even touch your dick through her!” 

Your whole body is numb, the brain shuts its pain signals off completely, and hormones pour through your bloodstream in overdrive. The broken climax spasms through your body like the last bits of a faltering system.

“Better hurry...she’s...she’s fading soon,” Osamu warns between his grunts. He clasps your head and spurts his seed into you. You mindlessly swallow every drop of him, letting the contents slowly flow down your throat. You can’t process anything nor recognize any of the murky images. Who are you? Where are you?

Your memory fades in and out as your eyesight drifts between black and white. You can’t do anything about how the monster is now on all fours over your body, unrecognizable as Atsumu. You don’t feel any fear towards this grotesque figure. You don’t register how his tongue licks your neck.

Your mouth is now empty but you can’t formulate syllables.

“I’m sorry,” you hear Osamu whisper before sharp fangs pierce into your jugular, digging in deeper and tearing a chunk out. Red sprays across your body in fast spurts, drenching Atsumu and covering Osamu. The teeth at your throat gnaw at the flesh, starved, tearing through the skin, fat, and tissues like a child crunching fruit. 

You can feel the droplets falling onto your face like fresh rain after a storm. You vaguely remember your teacher and her warning of strangers. She always reprimanded you and you wanted to make her proud. There will no longer be any chance of that now. You weren’t a good student, and only an utter failure.

Osamu waits for Atsumu to finish you off. Atsumu always gets messy at this point. Osamu tried to help Atsumu section his prey off by cutting and organizing the limbs and even attempted to debone the meal beforehand, but Atsumu has his preferences, and Osamu respects them. So, Osamu delegates cleaning duties to himself instead. 

You’re already beyond recognition when Osamu comes back with barrels of oil. All that is left is a kitchen stained with blood and a pile of bone with chewed connective tissue left. Atsumu sometimes eats the bones too, but not always.

“‘Tsumu, are you full now?” Osamu asks, reaching out to cradle his twin. Atsumu has now transformed back to the way he is supposed to be. Osamu threads his hand through Atsumu’s blonde hair and inhales his twin’s scent.

Atsumu doesn’t respond and tugs at Osamu’s collar, trailing down his arm to bring Osamu’s hand to his own cock.

Osamu grins and kisses the top of Atsumu’s head. “Do you want to fuck me ‘Tsumu? I know you like to, after your meals.”

Atsumu whines and nips at Osamu’s jaw, pushing the twin down on the blood-stained floor.

“Okay, okay.” Osamu unzips and pulls down his pants before crawling onto all fours.

Atsumu’s hand cups Osamu’s ass and pries the cheeks open before curiously fingering at the specimen plugging Osamu’s hole. Atsumu holds onto the base and turns the object, before laughing.

“‘Samu, what is this you have in your ass,” Atsumu teases. “I like this presentation.”

This time, Osamu is the one embarrassed. “Last meal, it hurt like hell. So...I wanted to prepare a little.”

“With an egg holder?” Atsumu cackles again, fiddling with the ceramic object. “Should’ve just told me ‘Samu, I could never bear to hurt you.”

Atsumu holds onto the base and slowly pulls the object out before tossing it aside. He smiles and teases Osamu’s enlarged hole that’s opening and closing around nothing. Gathering up some saliva, he spits onto Osamu’s asshole before lining his cock at the rim and slowly pushing in.

Along with the curse comes a near insatiable lust. Atsumu knows that if he doesn’t fulfill his need to fuck or be fucked, he will snap. He doesn’t really care who he kills during a frenzy of that sort, but it’s too risky to get Osamu caught up in the collateral.

The witch that wanted to create the perfect weapon, failed. She failed because she underestimated the twins’ bonds for each other. She failed because the twins discovered that witches excrete a very special hormone in their body after climax, and it is exactly that substance that is slowly curing Atsumu. With every witch eaten and absorbed, Atsumu is healing and gaining magical powers. He is even capable of passing those essences to Osamu. One day, everything will be the way it's supposed to be.

Osamu plays with a few strands of Atsumu’s hair. Atsumu’s softened cock still buried inside of him. Atsumu has his jaw resting on Osamu’s shoulder.

“You make me feel so good,” Atsumu sighs, enjoying the quiet moments after his high.

“And what about her?” Osamu asks, gesturing to the table where your remains are still at.

“She made me feel good too. The best one yet, but don’t be jealous.”

“Come on, let’s clean up and get out of here.”

After washing their bodies and changing into clean clothes, Atsumu and Osamu are ready to say goodbye to the cottage they have overstayed their welcomes at.

"Let's go 'Samu, we're already behind." Atsumu finishes dumping the last bucket of oil along the edges of the room.

The clamor of boots stride across the creaking wood. As though with the passing of its owner, the cottage itself has lost the will to live.

"Coming," Osamu calls back, walking past the makeshift funeral pyre for you. He notices a flash on the ground and bends down to pick up a button.

"'Samu! Get the fuck out or I'll burn ya down too!"

"Yea, yea."

Osamu drops the button into his shirt pocket and joins his twin outside. Atsumu strikes a matchstick and tosses the small flame into the cottage. Fire meets oil and spreads in an instance, engulfing the cottage in an angry blend of orange and red, devouring all contents and remains within. The smell of scorched wood reaches the twins who are looking at the sight from a distance.

"She was good," Atsumu comments, looking at his twin unsure about what Osamu's grey eyes are thinking about. Atsumu realizes that he didn't specify what good exactly means. But it doesn't seem like Osamu is paying much attention. Is Osamu thinking about you? Is he unhappy? Does he regret what happened to you? Although what's done is done already, if time can go back, would Osamu choose? You or Atsumu?

Osamu slips his hand into Atsumu's, erasing the unspoken worries away. He gently leads Atsumu onto the trail, leaving the burning cottage behind.

"Stop thinking such nonsense," Osamu mutters, squeezing Atsumu's hand. No matter what happens, Atsumu will always come first. His needs, his desires. That's what it means for Osamu to love Atsumu. Even though the rest of the world may not understand the relationship the twins share, calling it depraved and disgusting, it's still selfless on their part. What sin is there to honestly love? What sin is there to try and save his loved ones?

While Osamu admits to himself that he does feel a deep attraction to you and knows that Atsumu feels the same pull as well, there's nothing that can be done about Atsumu's condition. But it's not as though you are completely gone. Your essences and core are within both twins, being absorbed as one with their bodies and soul. You'll forever be with them in that way, even if you no longer have any sentient memory of it.

Osamu fiddles the button in his pocket; there's still a physical reminder of you in that tiny form.

It must be about a twenty-minute trek from the burning site. Although the flames are already far from eyesight, the scorching smell and embers still drift over. The twins pick up their pace, eager to exit the forest before nightfall and make it to the next destination. On the way, they pass by the tree trunk with a wanted poster.

"They never get my best angles!" Atsumu complains, ripping a wanted poster that is nailed to the tree trunk.

"It's not like you have a good angle, ‘Tsumu."

"Shut it, we look the same ‘Samu. You're just calling yourself ugly too!"

Osamu shrugs and continues his trek down the main trail. Atsumu huffs, tearing the parchment into indistinguishable pieces before throwing the shreds up into the air like confetti.

"Wait up!"

Osamu stops in his tracks. "Hurry up, loser. We still have a long way to go."

Atsumu takes a few wide strides and swings his arm around his twin's shoulder. Behind them, a very light drizzle falls from the sky.

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Here’s a possible prompt for you! Dream’s a large naga struggling to keep warm in the winter. Luckily he stumbles across two humans/tinies, they could be great to just carry around inside of him for a bit to help warm him up. Hopefully once they realize it’s safe and that they’ll soon start to warm up too, they’ll calm down and quit squirming so much.

- giant-tiny-squid

A warm place to stay

Thanks for the ask! :D

It's the first time that I write about nagas but I think it turned out right.

In this, Dream is a human-sized naga while George and Sapnap are borrowers.

Warnings: Safe-Soft vore, unintentional fearplay, unwilling prey, mentions of being digested (nothing happens), freezing mention, swearing.

Words: 1K

Snowflakes fell slowly, landing casually on the snow-white ground.

Dream is not that he liked winter very much, mainly because of the cold and because there was less food, which the naga was looking for at that time. However, it wasn't because he was hungry, no, but because keeping something in his stomach would help him stay warm.

Dream snorted, wrapping his tail around himself, even knowing that even if he did that, he would still be cold. His forked tongue came out of his mouth for a moment to smell the air, drawing it back into his mouth, savoring two new smells.

The naga became alert, he would not miss this opportunity. He slowly hid in a nearby bush, waiting impatiently for his prey. Soon voices began to be heard and Dream frowned. Humans? He doubted it, they sounded like them, but their scent and voices were lower than those of other humans.

His eyes widened when he saw that the "humans" were 4 feet away from him. It was impossible for them to be human, humans were normally their size, not of a mouse. Dream overheard their conversation, it seemed like they were arguing about something.

"Well, it's not my fault we got lost!" yelled one of them, he had black hair with a white bandana tied on his head and was wearing pretty normal clothes. "Of course! If it weren't for seeing you, we wouldn't be here! " The other replied, looking annoyed.

This one had brown hair and skin a shade lighter than the other. "Look, George, it's not my fault they saw me, plus you're partly to blame too." 'So the little brunette's name is George…' The brunette crossed his arms, shuddering slightly from how cold his hands were.

"Oh yeah? Tell me Sapnap, what is my fault, uh? " 'And the black-haired Sapnap… Umm… Interesting names…' “You were the one who left the forgotten bag on the human's desk and then asked me to come and get it. Come on George, admit it, neither of us are innocent here. " Sapnap replied, seeing George move uncomfortably in his place. "I ..." His shoulders slumped in guilt. "I know, I'm sorry Sapnap, it's just that it's so cold that I hadn't thought about what I was saying." Sapnap hugged his friend. " It's okay George, I get it."

Dream had become so focused on the conversation that he had almost forgotten why he was watching them. He took advantage of the moment when they were embracing to draw his tail close and wrap it around them stealthily. He didn't want his only source of warmth to escape. Almost instantly he heard them give a little cry.

Dream came out of the bush approaching the little "humans". "WTF! What the hell are you!? " Sapnap yelled while George was frozen in fear. Dream amused, replied. "A naga, don't you know what they are?" Sapnap swallowed nervously. “Uh… no? But, apparently you look like half human half snake? the black-haired man said, looking at the tail that held George and him.

"Can you let us go?" said the brunette with a soft voice stuttering with fear. "Nah, I don't think so." Dream replied, he wasn't going to let them go yet, he needed them to keep warm, on the other hand he could help them, they felt like ice against his tail. “You mentioned before that you were cold, right? I'm going to help you with that. "

Sapnap frowned when the naga said that. "How are you supposed to-?" His question was interrupted when his friend was suddenly pulled away from him. His eyes widened in shock as the naga thrust George fully into his mouth, tears beginning to form in his eyes as he watched him swallow.

"GEORGE! Let us go! Let him out! " He begged, tensing when the hand that had grabbed George reached for him. Sapnap began to squirm as the naga brought him to his mouth. "Shh, you'll be warm soon." "No! STOP! Please!" he yelled before being shoved into his mouth.

The tongue sucked him, covering him completely in saliva. Soon after the muscle pulled him into his throat and he swallowed gently. Sapnap squirmed as the throat muscles pushed him down. Before long he was put into an open space with a little yell.

It took a while for him to find his bearings in the new, damp, dark space. He almost jumped when he was surrounded by arms followed by a watery voice from crying. "Sapnap!" "George!" Sapnap said, turning around to hug his friend.

"Sapnap ... I don't want to die ..." George cried. "Neither of us does Gogy ..." Sapnap replied, hitting the soft walls as hard as he could. "Hey! Let us out! We are not food!" The naga hummed softly. "I did not say at any time that you were, just calm down, you will be fine."

Sapnap kicked the wall even more. "How are we supposed to be okay !? Don't you know how a stomach works!? We are going to be digested! "

The naga snorted, the human was stubborn. “So you really don't know anything about the naga’s? Relax, my kind have two stomachs, one for storage and the other for… uhh… well, you know. You are in the storage one."

Sapnap frowned. "That's bullshit! You hope I’ll believe that !? Why else would you eat us!? " Dream snorted again. "I needed something to warm me up, besides you were freezing, I wasn't going to leave you there."

Sapnap relaxed a bit. "So ... are we safe?" The naga hummed in response. “That's what I was trying to say. You protect yourself from the cold and I get warm, the three of us win. Now rest, I suppose you need it." He wound his coils leaning on them.

George glanced at Sapnap before leaning against the wall of the stomach, passing out instantly. Sapnap decided to do the same, he was tired. They had been walking all day, so a rest in a warm (and wet) place wouldn't hurt.

He hugged George close to him and fell asleep, hoping what the naga said was true.

Dream sighed in relief as he felt them relax and fall asleep. It seemed like they were going to stay with him for a while, he just hoped they could get along with him so he wouldn't be alone anymore. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth carry him into a dreamless sleep.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #naga!dream #borrower!george #borrower!sapnap #tw vore #safe vore #soft vore #unintentional fearplay #unwilling prey #digestion mention #giant tiny squid

[jkknight98]

Beating the House prt 1

So this took a little while to get out, but here’s the story I know a lot of people have been waiting for. Remember to drink water and eat something today folks~

What happens when Dream chases Tommy to Quackity for comfort, and big brother Wilbur doesn’t like that. 

Warning: Soft vore, foul language

Quackity sat down roughly in his chair with a loud sigh, bringing a hand up to his face to rub at his aching eye ( it took him a lot of practice not to rub at his fake, it was always a painful mistake), why did things have to go to shit like this. First Techno escaped the Prison without him being able to exact his revenge against him along with Dream, he then learned that Sam lied to him about Dream escaping until he actually did (he started to keep a cat around his office whenever the Taur was around, he didn’t like the looks he had been receiving recently from his employee, it made him very uneasy). He was enraged to learn that the newly freed Dream was making it his mission to terrorize Tommy once again, Quackity felt like he had to protect the boy he saw as a younger brother, but he would only do it when asked. Tommy was too proud for his own good sometimes, but that's what made him so enjoyable to be around, he made life more exciting. He even like the nickname that Tommy gave him, he always enjoyed it when he heard-

“Big Q!!”

Quackity jumped when the musing in his mind seemed to seep into reality, but as he looked around.. he couldn’t see anyone though, did he imagine Tommy’s voice since he was thinking about him. It was possible with how frazzled his mind was at the moment, it’s not like the boy was actually here. He would have received an alert from one of his staff, or if he thought better of it, would have heard Tommy the moment the boy entered the city.

“Down here Quackity!”

The voice came again, but this time he realized that the voice was real and it was coming from a scared sounding Tommy, and he felt his breath hitch at where he found him. Tommy was under his desk, not curled under like he initially thought, but shrunken down to the size of an action figure and pressed into the relative safety of the desk leg. “Tommy?” He was slow to crouch down out of the chair to his knees, seeing how the boy flinched at his every move, and decided to just look at him for a moment. Tommy looked just as afraid as he did when Dream first escaped, eyes wide with clear terror at his situation, and not looking like the brash youth he was used too. Quackity’s eyes widened when he looked to see the equally tiny ladder held shakily in the boy's hands, he did his best to keep his voice low and unthreatening as possible, not wanting Tommy to run and meet anyone else at this size.” Dream did this to you… didn’t he?” He brought his own ladder out slowly when he remembered their promise and smiled softly when he saw the boy relax a little,” Can you tell me what happened?”

Tommy couldn’t help the shaky breath of relief when he saw the giant ladder in Quackity’s hand, he could trust the giant at the moment, he wouldn’t be used as a casino attraction” It was Dream, the bastard snuck up on me and hit me with one of those potions while I was going to see Wilbur, the bastard-”

`*`

“Owes me so much for this.” It turns out that Wilbur actually wanted all the smooth stone that the boy had gathered for him after he was first revived, stating that he needed all of it to turn his burger van into a true store, got to give all his customers a place to sit and enjoy his burgers instead of having to stand and eat them he says. It just made Tommy roll his eyes, but he did it without too much complaining when the elder ruffled his hair like he used to, he forgot how much he missed that. The calloused warm fingers threaded through his hair, pausing slightly at the streak of white that they both shared before pulling away with the whiff of smoke that Tommy absolutely hated, if the jerk wanted to live again he shouldn’t be smoking. But he was almost tempted to snatch back the wrist in order to have the comforting feeling he had forgotten he missed, he pushed the thought aside with a huff, he was a big man who didn't need some baby comfort.

He hadn’t been at the quarry too long thankfully, the sun still high after he had filled his inventory with plenty of the smooth stone Wilbur needed. The smelting process was a pain, but he was proud of himself as he saw his hard work pay off. He brushed away the coal dust that had settled on his hands as he made his way back towards Las Nevadas, it would be the fasted route back and he could say hi to Quackity, he wanted to see the man on happier terms since the last time was him almost making out with Wilbur. He thought it was weird, but he wouldn’t question their tastes. Wilbur did it with a fish after all.The shapeshifter always seemed to put his mind at ease when they had their fake quarrels with one another, and today was definitely a day Tommy needed one. He definitely didn’t have a skip in his step as he traveled down the prime path, feeling the stones bounce away in his pocket as he went, today was actually a good day in his mind.

This good feeling unfortunately didn’t last long, He was brought out of his happy musing by the sound of a bottle breaking close by, but he couldn’t see anyone else around. It was very unsettling,” who's there?? It's a stupid fucking joke your pulling!!” He whirled again when a second bottle crashed near him and he could see that they were actually splash potions, and flinched in pain when some of the liquid hit his arm. They were potions of harming. His breathing got more erratic when a soft chuckle drifted from his right side, but when he turned the area was still void of anyone, he knew that chuckle though. It was the same chuckle that haunted his nightmares, the one he woke to back in the dingy tent in exile, the one that echoed in that dark obsidian room, and the one he heard when he drew breath again after his ‘final’ death.

“Oh, Tommy~”

The boy's heart pounded loudly in his ears as he took off in a sprint, any words from Phil about being strong and facing his fears evaporated as the chuckle grew into a full laugh. The feeling of a potion hitting his back caused the boy to tumble to the ground, tears starting to form as pain and fear took over his senses,” Did you really think you could run from me, Tommy?” The sharp pain of a foot connecting with his unprotected ribs made the boy shout as he was turned over to his back, and his attempt to stand was halted as a heavy weight planted itself on his chest, pinning him in place like a butterfly. Tommy could only shiver as the empty air above him seemed to melt away until the full image of Dream towered over him, mask still broken, but Tommy could see the sadistic enjoyment oozing from the acid green eye looking down at him. “ Do you know how long I've been following you, Tommy, did you enjoy the little present I left you in your home, you must have since you put up those decorative walls.” The man laughed as he ground his foot harder into the teen, taking delight in the boy's wheezing and pained breaths.

Tommy watched as Dream pulled another potion, thankfully a drinkable one, from his inventory but he started to shake when he recognized the shimmering cyan liquid as the older man swirled it around,” I bet you recognize this potion don’t you, it took me a good while to get my hands on one, but we can get much closer than we did in the prison, wouldn’t that be nice~.” Tommy's eyes widened as he tried to squirm away, he couldn’t be shrunk by the larger man, who knows what Dream would do to him once he was tiny. He tried to crawl out from under the man, but the grounding of the boot on his chest caused him to gasp weakly as his lungs struggled to draw in air. The older man just tutted as if he was looking at a disobedient child and used his thumb to pop the cork, the rush of air causing the shades of cyan to blur and mix together, and a wisp of tartness hit Tommy's nose as the bottle drew closer. He kept his mouth closed tight as the cold rim was pressed to his lips, fighting to not let the few drops that escaped into his mouth,” Come on Tommy, be a good boy and take your medicine from big brother Dream~.”

This crooned-out phrase almost made the boy yell out at his captor, but in a rare moment of forethought, he kept his mouth shut as he glared at the clearly disappointed man. He ignored the words coming from Dream as he tried to think of a plan, especially when the freehand shot down to roughly grab his face, the fingers trying to worm their way between his teeth to force his mouth open. The nails were digging painfully into his skin as he tried to access his inventory, and with a low grunt, he managed to pull the nearly broken pickaxe free and swiped it at the leg next to his chest. He somehow managed to knock Dream off balance and gave him the chance to turn and scramble away. He was so focused on escaping he didn’t take notice of the sour taste that disappeared with a panic swallow.

Tommy’s only thought was on running, trying his hardest to ignore the yelling behind him, the sickly sweet croons replaced with the crazed yelling that he knew from his deepest nightmares. He almost cried when the ground beneath his feet turned to sand and the neon colored sign was just in sight, but a wave of nausea hit the boy and sent him stumbling to his knees,” what the fuck-”. Tommy knew what was happening, he must have accidentally swallowed some of the potion without realizing it when he escaped. True tears leaked from his eyes as the potion took effect, and the last thing his ears picked up on was the slowly approaching footsteps before he passed out.

#*#*#*#*#*#

The older man couldn’t help but smile triumphantly as he watched the boy slowly shrink down to a more manageable size, he just needed to snatch him up and take him somewhere more secluded for his newest lesson. But just as he reached for the now doll-sized teen, a low meow stopped him in his tracks. He turned slowly to see a small calico cat sitting near the sign for Las Nevadas, its eyes moving from him and Tommy slowly as its tail twitched, the movement unsettling for the man,” Eriella, where are you??” Dream’s head snapped up at the sound of Quackity’s voice, a flash of coldness traveling down his spine. He turned back to grab Tommy, but found both the boy and cat completely gone, making him grind his teeth in frustration as he ran back for the trees. Seems like he would have to find something else to fill his stomach.

#*#*#*#*#*#

Tommy woke up with a loud sneeze, eyes opening not to Dream’s monstrous face with mouth wide to devour him, but a wall of tri-colored fur that rumbled with a low purr when he moved. He looked up to see Quackity’s cat curled around him, the giant face of the feline almost knocking him over at it went to nuzzle him,” You’re Fucking amazing Eriella!” The cat just purred louder as it went to stand and left Tommy alone on the carpeted floor, Tommy hands swiftly gripping at the plush surface under him, the last thing he remembered was the gritty feeling of sand on his face. Did the cat bring him here to save him from Dream, but where was he now? His eyes wandered to see wooden legs near him and wooden walls surrounding him… was he under a desk, he jumped when loud footsteps came towards him and darted for the relative safety of the shadows. He did feel some relief when he looked up to see a now giant Quackity sitting down and rubbing his face, hopefully the man will hold up his end of the promise they made.

`*`

The man couldn’t help but sigh even louder from his nose, of course Dream would be involved,”Of course it was that green bastards doing, and Wilbur didn’t help in any way did he?” The tiny teen just shook his head, saying how he couldn’t make it there in time, and he was lucky the cat brought him here. Quackity slowly laid his hand on the ground, knowing that just grabbing Tommy would be a horrible idea, the kid was scared enough. He smiled the softest he could as he felt the tiny weight settle itself on his hand, slowly lifting upwards until his hand was nestled close to his chest as he leaned back into his chair,” even if you barely drank the potion, it's going to take a long time for it to wear off, what do you want me to do with you?” He hoped the boy would stay, seeing him so small and scared set off a protective instinct in the man, probably the bird part of himself seeing the boy as a fledgling…his golden hair did make him look like a small chick. He shook his head with a light huff of embarrassment as he tried to think what he could do, he didn’t want Sam anywhere with the boy and Foolish was out at his summer home for the next few days, he might as well keep Tommy with him. He only had his pants pockets and that would be a bad idea all together, he might be fine under the beanie, if not a little bored. He opened his mouth to ask when a low rumble came from his stomach, completely cutting off his words when he tried to stifle the sound. He really should have eaten before his stroll.

Tommy couldn’t help but laugh at the embarrassed reaction from the man, he had heard the start of the stomach's protest before Quackity did, and actually put some thought toward the idea. While he had never been stored by the man holding him, he found the experience comforting when done by the right person….emphasis on right. Phil made the process a lot less scary and would always check up on him multiple times to ensure he was ok, while Wil was…. Weird about the whole thing, but he was more attentive to Tommy when he was being stored. Quackity could be a good mix of the two,” I’m fine with it.. That's if you think you can take me big man, not everyone can handle my awesomeness.” 

The older man sent a grateful smile to the boy as he laughed, the wariness fading from his body as he relaxed,”Alright you brat, if your so sure about it, just don’t go throwing yourself around in there or else I’m putting you in a jar,” Quackity felt his heart warm as the boy laughed at his statement and how ‘no jar could contain him’ as he lifted him to him face, subconsciously licking his lips as he brought the boy closer, smirking when he got a light kick to his lips. He was glad the boy was kind enough to aim away from his scar as he opened wide, tongue laid out over his teeth to ease him inside. He just hoped as he felt the weight of the legs, that the boy wouldn’t act like Wilbur did. His poor stomach was sore for days after that card game.

Tommy had to admit that out of all the mouths he’s seen, this one had to be the coolest just after Techno, the rugged scar and golden teeth looked so badass at this size. He shivered slightly as his legs connected with the damp tongue, saliva sticking to his skin and quickly soaking into the fabric of his shorts, but at least the breath smelled nice. It didn’t take too long before he was halfway inside the mouth, the tongue taking a moment to tickle his sides, making him thrash and curse at the amused face Quackity was making. He actually found it a bit funny after his upper half was pulled inside and his legs were being squeezed together by the throat muscles, which were very insistent on trying to pull him down, that the mouth was actually cooler than the outside air. He slowly reached up his hands to gently rub at both the palate and gums surrounding him, he wouldn’t dare say it verbally, but he was super thankful to have the older man as a friend. A low hum rumbled the area around him as the tongue got a few more tastes in, with how flat his hair had gotten with all the saliva, he must have tasted pretty good. He was a bit surprised with how bright the mouth was, but when looking back he could see the faintest glimmer of light peeking through the scar.

Quackity was surprised at Tommy’s taste, while Wilbur tasted very musky and meaty, all he could taste was a sweet and spicy flavor that made him salivate all the heavier. It was really fucking good. It took everything in his power not to keep licking the boy like hard candy, but he couldn’t sit in his office all day doing this, even with the tingly rubs he was getting. He had to pull out a napkin to wipe away the saliva dripping from his scar a few times already, so he slowly tilted his head upwards to warn the boy, smiling when he got another pleasant feeling rub on his tongue in return. With a hand placed over his throat he took the first few swallows, feeling the lightly wriggling bulge form between the underside of his chain and Adam's apple grow as it slowly slid downwards, following it with his fingers as it disappeared behind his collarbone. This was already going so much better than when he did this with Wilbur.

Just as Quackity was getting comfortable as Tommy slid further on his journey, the door of his office was violently kicked open, causing the man to jerk forward in his chair as a familiar smell of smoke wafted to his nose. His eye met with furious looking brownish red ones as Wilbur stood in the doorway to his office, he glared in return,” I thought I told you that you weren't allowed in Las-” He was cut off by a book being thrown into his face, catching him off guard as the taller man hissed out for him to read it. Quackity glanced down at the pages and frowned at the still damp ink written on them-

Ducks are a bit like pelicans aren’t they, ready to snatch up anything small and trusting enough to be near them. How long has it been since you’ve seen Tommy?

Quackity went to speak in annoyance when a pair of hands gripped his suspenders and lifted him into the air, pulling his face right up to Wilbur’s, “Now why did I find that in my van Quackity, Tommy was supposed to come back to me hours ago, and this would be the fasted shortcut for him to take… Where is my little brother?” The man was seething a bit as his teeth ground into the smoldering cigarette, looking deep into his eye(s) for any traces of lies. Quackity went to tell Wilbur off, that he had no idea what the note was talking about, but the universe was not his friend. It was at that moment that Tommy slid into his stomach, squirming in confusion and making him feel sick like he did before, giving a slight belch right into the other man's face. This made Wilbur go slack jaw for a moment, the cigarette slipping out of his mouth and fell to smolder on the carpet, before the eyes flashed in rage,” you absolute Mother Fucker.”

#jkknights suggestions #jkknight story #soft vore #safe vore #mcyt g/t vore #mcyt vore #mcyt g/t community #tw vore

[iwaasfairy]

a totally anonymous nonnie here. um i saw the words vore and sukuna and you seemed to really wanna write that so pls may i request some sukuna nibbling on the reader while he fucks her. idk write what feels natural

everyone say thank you anonymous nonnie (rhi) bc i beat my own wpm writing this one fhysgidsgo

tw VORE (or like,, he bites a chunk out u ♡), master/pet, monsterfucking ig bc sukuna true form, size kink, degradation, blood, just read it i swear it's sexy,, like i promise you

Where you’d normally give up your thoughts and trust, there’s a very pointed look in his eyes today that gives you the shivers. It had when he’d sat you down on the bed and peeled your clothes off one by one, so slowly it was almost frustrating. And a cold chill down your spine when he’d picked you up and laid you down on the bed with a little smirk, being extra gentle. You’re never in for anything good when he’s extra gentle with you, you’ve learned. Sukuna enjoys giving you a bloated sense of safety, only to shatter it into a million pieces.

But you trust him -enough at least- not to damage you beyond repair, gripping his strong, muscular shoulders tight as he lines himself up with your body. It’s only been hours since he had you, not even a whole day, and the stretch already feels impossible again. He’s just so big, so much bigger than anything you’ve ever taken that it’s no use trying to hold back your twitching, withering body from under him. You don’t regret becoming his plaything though, no matter how much he loves losing himself in you. You do the same.

But with his cock stuffed inside and a smug grin on his face at your teary eyed blubbering and whining, you also miss the same glint that flashes over his expression when you toss your head back and shudder in his hold, clinging to his body tighter. Your little arms around his neck can barely reach, one pair of arms holding your legs spread wide open- enough to make you whimper even more. He lays a few kisses to your lips before he trails open mouth kisses down your jaw and neck, dragging his sharp teeth right over your pulse. “Look at you taking your master so well, pet.”

“You enjoyin’ this, ha?” The bobbing of your head comes instantly, arching your back off the pillow he’d stuffed under you and moaning his name into his hair. “I always get stuck with the little whores, just look at you. You’d let me do anything to ya’ without complaining.” Your heavy breaths falter a little when one of his other hands wraps around your throat, squeezing hard and not too careful as you watch him pull back from your body and thrust back in so hard you’re seeing stars. “Someone should teach you a lesson, y’know?”

He laps up at your neck, licking and sucking until you can barely handle it anymore, trembling on his cock like an animal in heat. It’s pathetic, you’re sure he thinks it too watching you drool and shiver under him like this. But he only hauls up your legs to wrap them around your body and you mewl when the mouth at his stomach drops a wet, warm tongue to your clit, driving you over the edge embarrassingly easy. Sukuna grunts out your name softly, before he’s squeezing his nails into your throat and kneading the soft skin of your tits in his large palm.

“Fuck, master, m-master,” you cry against his shoulder, rocking yourself onto his fat cock through your orgasm. But before you even get to open your eyes again, let alone process what’s going on, a sharp pain comes from where his lips were pressed to your skin. Your first instinct is to jerk away, still shaking and clenching around him with black spots dotting your vision, but soon the pain turns into dread and panic and real — fucking pain. You push at him to no avail as your eyes shoot open and you see only blood run down your neck, collarbones, your tits.

His teeth are so deep into your shoulder you can feel them tear muscle while he fucks his cock in and out of your slick pussy without stopping, clenching down his jaw as your mouth falls open. No noise comes out as he lets go and pulls back to watch you with his lips and chin full of blood, thick and red and the smell coppery and overwhelming. But the pain fades, slowly but surely, into this blissful absence of anything. No pain, no cold, no nothing. Only his cock sliding in and out of you and hitting so, so deep, and the wide smile that comes to his face after he swallows. You only lay there as he kisses you, blood and all, and then clamps your cheeks between his fingers.

“Let me have another bite, yeah?”

#jjk smut #sukuna smut #tw.vore #tw.monsterfucking #tw.master #tw.blood #tw.sizekink #💫ch.sukuna #🍯honey.pot

[pixy-stix-art]

TRUST

So a ask I had just disappeared or I accidentally deleted it. Put hopefully I got this close enough to the original ask- I think it was naga Sapnap and Karl. With duck hybrid Quackity with noms. Sorry I really don’t know what happened to the original ask. But hope you enjoy this.

(Warnings: safe vore, mouth play, accidentally vore, accidentally fear play, talk of digestion nothing happens everyones ok)

DONT LIKE IT DONT READ IT

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“Are you sure about this?” Karl asked the small hybrid in his hands.

“Yep! I’m sure.” Quackity nodded excited.

Karl looked nervously at Sapnap. Quackity had brought this up a few times now. And every time the nagas said it was a bad idea, but Quackity was stubborn and didn’t give up till Karl caved in. Puppy dog eyes might have been used.

Sapnap shrugged. “I don’t know, he seems fine with it. Just be careful.” Sapnap told Karl. He wasn’t quite sure why Quackity wanted to see the inside of their mouths, but the duck hybrid practically begged them.

Karl sighed looking back at his tiny boyfriend. “I really just don’t want to hurt you.” He said softly running a finger down Quackity’s back, petting his wings.

“I know.” He said leaning into Karl’s touch. “But I know you won’t hurt me, I trust you.” He smiled looking up at the naga.

Karl felt his heart swell with love hearing that Quackity trusted him this much. “Ok, but if you want out please tell me.” He said bringing Quackity closer.

“Got it.” Quackity nodded. He was glad he finally got one of them to agree to this.

Karl softly kissed Quackity’s middle and hesitantly opened his mouth.

Quackity gasped as the mouth in front of him slowly opened up. He stepped closer feeling the warm breath wash over him. He placed a hand on the forked tongue crawling in. He grinned looking around Karl’s mouth. He felt around looking at the sharp teeth that surrounded him. But he held no fear as he reached out to touch on the the fangs.

Karl froze feeling Quackity crawl into his mouth. He looked at Sapnap as he held his jaws open for Quackity. Sapnap was watching carefully not sure what to think of the situation. He was pretty sure his boyfriend was crazy for wanting to experience this.

Karl was careful not to move, or more like he was to nervous to move. He felt Quackity touch one of his fangs and he panicked worried he’d cut himself. He wrapped his tongue around him pulling him away from the tooth. He quickly unwrapped his tongue from around Quackity worried he had done something wrong.

Quackity gasped as the tongue he had been sitting on wrapped around him. He didn’t struggle though. He chuckled as Karl very quietly let him go. He patted the roof of the mouth. “I’m ok.” He reassured him. “I won’t touch the fangs.” He said realizing what Karl was worried over. He felt a soft breeze wash over him as Karl sighed. He laid in his back across Karl’s tongue. He reached up to feel the odd texture of the roof of the mouth. “Hey, Karl can you close your mouth? I want to see what it’s like.”

Karl sighed relieved he hadn’t scared Quackity. He relaxed a little, till Quackity asked him to close his mouth. He looked worriedly at Sapnap.

Sapnap shrugged. He could see Quackity laying on Karl’s tongue in his mouth. It- it was definitely strange to see. “It should be fine...?” Sapnap said. “He’s asking for it pretty much.”

Karl was still worried about hurting Quackity, but he did close his mouth slowly.

Quackity grinned as he saw the light fade as Karl closed his mouth. He rolled over on his stomach he stretched out his wing. They hadn’t even gotten wet, they where still soft and fluffy. He hugged Karl’s tongue just relaxing in be being so close to his boyfriend.

Karl smiled softly as he felt Quackity hug his tongue. Maybe this wasn’t quite as bad as he thought. He was just keeping him close. It wasn’t like he was eating him or anything. Sapnap slithered closer to Karl the both getting more comfortable in the situation. And everything was fine, till Sapnap fell.

Sapnap smiled softly. He trusted Quackity to not do anything to stupid and he just seemed to be using this as another very odd way to cuddle. He went over to get closer to Karl so he could cuddle Karl while he had their little duck. But his and Karl’s tails here twisted together and he slipped up and tripped over Karl’s tail and fell on him.

He reached to try and grabbed Sapnap from falling on him. Karl gasped as he couldn’t keep the both of them up and they fell backwards with Sapnap on top of him. Something fell into the back of his throat keeping him from breathing and he instinctively swallowed it. Just as he did, did he realize what he had swallowed. “Sapnap!” He yelled.

Sapnap huffed sitting up. “I’m fine. Sorry, sorry.” He said getting up from Karl. He looked down to see Karl’s panicked face. “Oh whoa, what wrong?!” He asked.

“I- I it’s Quackity, I.... I swallowed...” he couldn’t finish his sentence. He lay frozen in his panic not sure what to do.

“Oh shit!” Sapnap cursed. “Did you- where did you swallow him to? Can get him to your storage?!” He said pulling Karl up trying to get him out of his panic.

Karl shook his head as he set up. He closed his eyes trying to feel where Quackity was. He sighed relieved that he could feel his light weight in his storage stomach. “I- yes. He’s in the right one.” He said softly hands over where Quackity was.

Sapnap rested his forehead on Karl’s. At lest Karl’s instincts knew where to put Quackity. But Quackity had to be panicking right now, they had to get him out.

Quackity was confused as he set in complete darkness. He had just been chilling in Karl’s mouth when suddenly he was thrown back into the throat and swallowed. He couldn’t move as he was pushed down. He had fallen into this small space soon after. He could stretch his arms out and touch ether side of where he was. Of course his first thought was that this was Karl’s stomach. But he’d seen both nagas eat before, no way was their stomachs this small. That and he hadn’t felt any pain from acids. Which was good, but he didn’t know why he had been swallowed.

Sapnap cupped Karl’s face in his hands. “Can you try to talk to him? Tell him he’s ok?” He said softly. He wasn’t sure if Quackity could hear them talking.

“I- I can try.” Karl sighed shakily. He looked down at where his hands rested. “Q-Quackity?” He said loudly. Even if he did hear him, how did he explain this was an accident?

Quackity jumped a little hearing Karl speak. It sounded louder this close. “Yeah?” He replied. He pressed a hand against the wet wall next to him. “Uh, what happened?” He asked.

Karl could hear Quackity! Quackity could hear him! He heard his question and winced. “Ummmm... Sapnap fell on me and- and I accidentally swallowed you.” He said voice getting softer at the end. “But! You’re ok in there I promise. It’s not a stomach not a real one.” He quickly said.

Sapnap watched as Karl tried to explain what happened. He couldn’t hear what Quackity was saying. He didn’t like not knowing what was happening with Quackity.

Oh, so that where he was. But he was more working about how panicked Karl sounded and how fast his heart was going. “Whao! Hey, I know it’s ok. I kinda already figured that out.” He said moving from his spot to lean against the silky wall.

Karl paused. Why wasn’t Quackity freaking out more? He had just been eaten! He should be more worried! “But- how did you know?” He asked.

Quackity shrugged. “This is way to small to be your stomach, and I’m not turning to mush. So there’s that.” He needed to get Karl to calm down. “And like I said, I know you would never hurt me. I trust you.”

“I just ate you! How do you still trust me?!” Karl yelled. He was focused on the funny feeling of Quackity shifting around to notice Sapnap’s confused and worried face he was giving him.

“Because I do!” Quackity yelled back. He stood up then slipped falling back down. “You didn’t even mean to swallow me. So deep down, your instincts knew I wasn’t good so you put me here.”

“B-but-“ Karl started before getting cut off. “What’s going on?!” Sapnap demanded getting frustrated only hearing half of the conversation.

Karl looked at Sapnap. “He’s not freaking out. Like at all. He says he trust me still..”

“Well, that’s a good thing.” Sapnap said hesitantly. “Right?”

“Hey! You talking to Sapnap?” Quackity asked shoving at the slick wall next to him.

“Don’t do that!” Karl said flushing pink. “And yes, I’m talking to Sapnap about how crazy you are.”

Sapnap was confused. But all this could be going a lot worse. He took Karl’s hands away from his stomach. “I want to listen.” He said pressing his ear to where Karl’s hands had been. “Quackity? You hear me?”

Quackity gasped then jumped up to where he could hear Sapnap’s voice. “Yes! I can hear you! Can you hear me?”

“Yeah I can! Now we can all talk.” He smiled. He glanced up at Karl chuckling at his red face.

Karl set stunned as Sapnap pressed his face to his torso to hear their boyfriend. His whole face was red from the closeness.

“Well that’s perfect. Now I can stay here longer.” He said pressing his hand against where he could feel Sapnap slightly pushing on him.

“What?! Why would you stay longer?” Karl asked worried the whole experience had made Quackity lose his sanity.

“Well first of, it’s very comfortable and warm. And I’m close to you. I mean I much closer could I get to the man I love them this?” He smiled rubbing the space around him.

Karl couldn’t get a word out, he stuttered over his words a flush creeping up his neck. Sapnap laughed at Karl’s reaction. “Awww, he’s bright red now.” He told Quackity.

Quackity laughed happily hearing this. “Oh? Is he really?” He smirked giving Karl more belly rubs.

Karl covered his face as he felt Quackity rubbing his storage stomach. It felt so nice, and he couldn’t figure out why it did. He began to softly purr against his own will.

“Awww, glad you’re enjoying this too.” Quackity teased hearing Karl start to purr. He could feel the soft vibrations all around him.

Sapnap smirked up at Karl as he started to purr too. He was more relieved then anything that Quackity was ok and didn’t hate them for this. Well, he seemed a little more then ok with all this. Which they could talk about later. For now he wanted to enjoy cuddling with his boyfriends.

The two nagas curled up around the other making sure Sapnap could keep his head on Karl’s torso to hear Quackity. Though none of them where saying much any more. Other then a small teasing comment from Quackity once and a while. They where tired from the scare from earlier and where all just happy to be with each other. And if Quackity was making a plan on how to get Sapnap to eat him while the two nagas where sleeping, only he needed to know that.

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T!Beeduo and G!Tommy protective vore please

You lucky Anon! You are the first one to ask for me to write a story! I'm so glad I'm able to do this now for ya, and I hope you enjoy it because I question my writing sometimes. ^-^'

Warnings: safe vore, mentions of death, mentions of digestion, mentions of blood, and tiny amounts of bad words. If you dislike these, then this story isn't for ya!

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Out of the Rain

Tommy clenched his hands tightly in his jacket pockets as he walked home. He should've known it was gonna rain, but yet he thought he could sneak in a small walk before the sudden storm hit. Boy was he wrong.

He huffed, clearly annoyed at how cold and wet he was now.

Dammit, this was his favorite jacket too...

Groaning in annoyance, he kicked a pebble down the stone-paved sidewalk he followed home. The walk felt like it was taking forever. Had he really walked that far? There was no way, he hadn't zoned out like the last times, right?... Unless.

Before Tommy could start kicking himself in the back for spacing out again, he paused. He could've sworn he heard something through the pouring rain around him. It sounded almost like a...

A voice...There was no mistaking it. A voice, small, yet noticeable emitted from a bush off to Tommy's right. It wasn't just one voice, but instead, two.

"Tubbo...Stop moving and let me patch up your arm please."

"But it d-doesn't hurt! And I'm p-perfectly fine Ranboo! It's just a s-scratch!"

"It doesn't look like 'just a scratch' Tubbo...Those teens hurt you badly, you're lucky we managed to get away."

Tommy's curiosity swelled up inside him like a balloon being filled with air. the Blonde knelt down and looked into the bush, using his fingers to gently push some of the twigs away.

There in the bush were two tiny hybrids. One looked to be an Enderman hybrid, and the other seemed to be a goat hybrid. The slight movements of the twigs being pushed aside caused both tinies to quickly turn around and look at Tommy, their faces flushed upon making eye contact with the giant.

Tommy realized how badly he had scared them. Crap, he didn't mean to startle them like that.

"Hey, Woah, it's ok, I'm not gonna harm you guys," Tommy said, hoping he could calm them down.

"Why should we trust you?" The Enderman hybrid asked, standing in front of the smaller hybrid whom was injured.

Tommy paused. The tiny had a point, why should they trust him? He was a giant after all, and they were probably scared out of their minds right now. Tommy knew what giants did to tinies, and just that thought alone made the blonde cringe in both disgust and hate. Eventually, Tommy spoke.

"You shouldn't trust me, you have no reason to. But maybe...Maybe I can give you guys a safe place to stay until this storm goes away and I can patch up that wound," Tommy then gestured to the boy by the name of Tubbo.

Ranboo put in some thought to the offer. This storm didn't look like it was letting up anytime soon, and if Tubbo wouldn't let him patch up the wound, then this giant might have a much easier time than him.

"Alright, we'll go with you, but the second this storm is over, you let us leave, ok?"

Tommy was quick to nod, a smile on his face as he placed his hand down into the bush. He wasn't gonna just pick them up, that was wrong and he knew it. He watched as the Ender hybrid climbed onto his hand first, the second hybrid was quick to follow his friend.

Ranboo and Tubbo almost choked out a gasp each as gravity was instantly shifted. They were slowly being lifted. Ranboo looked down and saw the ground below them slowly shrink. Tubbo clung to Ranboo, clearly shaken up and scared by what was happening. The Enderman would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified too, because he was.

As Tommy, made his way home, the rain only became harsher, and it wasn't letting up either. The blonde felt the two borrowers in his hands shaking, most likely due to the cold water hitting them. His hand wasn't the best umbrella, and Tommy didn't want them to get sick too.

His jacket pocket wouldn't do, it was soaking wet, and he hadn't brought a real umbrella with him because the dumb boy that was him thought he could beat the storm. He looked down to the tinies in his hand, and an idea hit him. He knew for a fact they wouldn't trust him one bit if he told them, so he had to improvise.

Tommy halted his walking, causing both boys to look up at the giant. Ranboo saw a look of guilt on the blonde's face, and something was telling him something was about to happen.

"Um, why did we stop?" Tubbo asked the giant holding them.

Before Ranboo could ask Tommy what was wrong, gravity shifted again and they were lifted up to meet Tommy's face. Ranboo backed up and Tubbo almost yelped at the sudden actions.

"U-um, what are you do-" Before Ranboo could finish his sentence, Tommy opened his mouth and pushed both tinies inside, quickly sealing them in a warm, moist cavern.

Tommy held back the urge to spit them out, because their taste wasn't quite pleasant as he would have thought. The mix of blood coming from one of the hybrid's wounds also didn't help the fact that he felt even more awful. He felt one of them fighting against his tongue, while the other was pleading for their life. He was doing this to protect them, nothing more. They weren't food, they were living creatures, and he was merely getting them out of the cold rain.

Ranboo and Tubbo yelped as they were pushed quickly into the awaiting mouth. They shouldn't have trusted this giant! All giants were the same, why didn't he see this?! Ranboo couldn't fight, his arms and legs felt limp, but that wasn't the same for Tubbo, who was pushing and fighting against the tongue that was coating them in spit and saliva.

Ranboo could only plead for his life, but his pleads went unanswered as he and Tubbo were pushed to the back of the throat. The muscle was quick to wrap itself around the two boys, and each let out their share of yelps and gasps and they were pulled down together.

Tommy used his tongue to cover both boys in saliva, that way their trip down was smoother. He had to gather the courage to push them back to his throat and swallow them, because that was painful both mentally and physically. He placed his fingers against his throat to help aid in pushing them down, because he struggled to get them down with each swallow. Eventually, he felt the hybrids fall into his stomach and a sigh of relief escaped him.

Tubbo and Ranboo winced as they were forced down a tight pathway that lead to what they believed was their fate. Ranboo could feel the giant's fingers press up against him and push them down, and that made his own stomach twist in panic. Tubbo buried his face into Ranboo's chest and tears escaped him. The Enderman could only respond in soft winces before both fell into an open space. They were instantly greeted with the sounds of the stomach growling and churning as the two were deposited into the organ.

Tommy picked up the pace and walked home, but he felt his heartstrings being tugged at as he heard what he could only describe as soft sobs coming from inside him. Fuck, they were crying, and it was because of him. He had to say something.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't m-mean to scare you t-two that bad...I just want t-to get you guys out of the rain. I promise you t-two will be o-ok." Tommy assured, placing one of his hands against his stomach.

"And how will we be ok exactly? You ate us! We're going to digest and die! Won't we!?" Ranboo snapped, keeping Tubbo in his arms and looking around the organ they were trapped in.

"No no! I promise you you guys won't digest and die! I'm sorry, I should've said something... Just, just trust me ok? I promise you guys will be safe in there, and I'll let you two out as soon as I get home."

Ranboo wanted to protest. Sure, they were out of the rain, but this wasn't any better! But...They weren't burning up, melting, and heck, they were ok. Maybe this giant was right, maybe they were gonna be ok.

"F-fine, I'll trust you...Mind if I get your name?" Ranboo asked.

Tommy chuckled, revealed to know that the tiny had calmed down.

"Name's Tommy."

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